Straight Curious to Bi Ch. 04

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After a rough meeting, I met Kevin. He helped me get back on my feet.

*Hey, the wife is gone to her parents. You ready for a coffee?*

I was excited to see he was anxious to get together again.

*You know I can just come over without the coffee first right?* I replied.

* Good, because I’m thirsty for something else*

* Give me a half hour to finish up at home, and I’ll be over*

*Great, see you soon. *

As I pulled up to his house, I was excited. I felt so comfortable being around Kevin. He has such an amazing personality, and not hard to look at either.

He opens the door as I approach, closing it behind me. He was dressed in a t shirt, and Grey sweat pants. I finally understand why the ladies love them.

He moves closer, running his hands down my sides, then around to my ass. He leans in for a kiss, and my hands go to his ass. I slip a hand under the waistband, slowly moving it to his half hard cock. It doesn’t take long, and he’s fully hard moaning in my mouth.

I break the kiss, and fall to my knees. Pulling his hard on out, I can smell his musk as I kiss my way all the way down to his balls. Kissing and licking them. Moving back up, I take his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his crown. As his moans intensify, I start bobbing my head on him. He looks down into my eyes as I try to coax his cum from him. I reach behind him, lightly stroking his ass hole with my finger. He tensed up and I got a nice creamy load.

We move to a chair, and he pulls my pants off me, a long strand of precut pulled down with my boxers. He licked it up, then gave me an incredible blow job. He knew when I was close, and would stop. I lost count how many times he did it. Then as I got close the next time, my arm and leg muscles shook, he took his mouth off and jerked me into his open mouth. My first shot hit his cheek, then I watched as the remaining shots pooled in his mouth. He swallowed then licked his lips.

I saw he was hard again, so I got down on the floor, my istanbul travesti face down and ass up. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, come fuck me.” I replied.

Getting behind me, he leaned down and licked my ass, getting it slippery with his saliva. I moaned when I felt his tongue start to slip in.

He moved up and rubbed his cock over my hole, gently pushing it in. I gasped as he went in, he went to stop.

” no, please keep going. ” I told him.

He used shallow, gentle thrusts until he was all the way in. He rubbed my neck and shoulders, gently rocking slightly. Building up speed, he held my shoulders. It felt so good. I felt him throb and I moaned. As he started to cum, we heard a gasp and “What the fuck!”

I look back over my shoulder, and see a woman standing there. She looked very upset, staring at Kevin’s cum leaking from my ass.

“Is this what you do when I go out Kevin?” she yelled. ” you, get your ass dressed and get the fuck out of my house!” she yelled at me. I didn’t wait long enough to get asked a second time, I got dressed and could still hear her yelling at Kevin as I closed the door behind me.

A couple days later, I was still disappointed that my time with Kevin ended that fast, I really liked being with him, and the sex was amazing too.

*Hey*

I looked, it was from Kevin. I sent back *hey, I’m surprised to hear from you. *

*Yeah, I’m sorry about that, she wasn’t supposed to come back home. She forgot something and came back home to get it. Are you free for a coffee?* he says.

*As long as you’re sure it’s okay, I can head to the coffee shop now.* I reply.

*Yeah it’s okay, we need to talk about a few things.* he says.

*see you there. * I tell him.

On my way to the coffee shop, I figure this is it, he’s going to tell me we’re done now. I’m a little depressed as I park and go in. He waves me over, my coffee already on the table.

“She was a little upset the other night. ” he starts off.

“You think so?” I sarcastically reply.

He continues, “after you left, and she yelled istanbul travestileri a bit more, we actually talked about it. I told her, I was missing something and found it. She kept asking why, but I didn’t know how to really answer. I told her, it’s just the way I feel. I love her, but I missed the intimate moments. I’ve also always had bi fantasies since college.”

I’m still torn listening, waiting for the, we can’t get together anymore speech, anxiety is high and I can’t beat around the bush anymore so I ask, “Are we done then?”

“No, unless you want to be. After she calmed down she realized that she was soaked. As mad as she wanted to be, she got turned on seeing my cum leaking from your ass and running down your balls. If you’re interested, she wants to watch.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “Are you serious?”

“Very, I couldn’t tell you the last time she was that horny.” He replies.

“I don’t know if I can, I mean it’s hard to picture getting horny with my last impression of her ” I tell him honestly.

” I completely understand that, the kids are with her parents again. Would you consider coming over to meet her properly?” he asks, almost a hint of plea in his tone.

I think about it, if I say no, then I’ll probably say goodbye to Kevin. Is she for real, or does she just want to get me there to smack me for being with her husband.

“Alright, I’ll come meet her ” I tell him, It’s worth trying for him.

As I get to their place, I feel my anxiety go high. I take a deep breath and go to the door. When I go inside, Kevin introduces me properly to his wife Bonnie. She starts to apologize for how she reacted, I stop her and tell her that I really can’t blame her in the situation. They invite me to sit with them, Bonnie in the chair that Kevin gave me the blow job in and Kevin and I on the sofa. We have a civil conversation. As she was talking, I noticed she had striking blue eyes to go with her blond hair. She really has a nice figure, a few curves that her sundress showed off, nice ass and breasts.

She looks at Kevin travesti istanbul and nods. He moves over and kisses me. I glance towards Bonnie, she’s focused on Kevin. As the kiss gets deeper, Kevin’s hand goes to the front of my pants and starts rubbing. Glancing over at Bonnie again, I notice she’s biting her lower lip. I guess she is into it, and relax.

As I get hard, Kevin undoes my pants and pulls out my cock. As I feel his warm breath on it, I hear Bonnie gasp again. I look over, she has her breasts out the top of her dress, rubbing and pulling on her nipples. We’re all moaning. When I see her right hand move under her dress to rub her pussy, I can’t last much longer and start throbbing hard. Kevin pulls me out of his mouth, jerking me off on to his tongue and open mouth. As she watches my cum hit Kevin’s face, Bonnie cries out in an orgasm.

After we all rest a minute, we all get naked. Bonnie sits back in the chair, and I get in the position she caught us in a few days before. As Kevin starts eating my ass again, Bonnie starts fingering her pussy.

I push Kevin down on his back, and straddle him. I hold his cock against my ass and lower myself onto him. As I slowly ride him, Bonnie gets up and sits on his face. All our moans echoing through the house.

I grab my cock and stroke it. It didn’t take long and I came. My ass tightening on him, caused Kevin to cum. Bonnie came again right afterwards.

When we could stand again, the three of us went to shower. Kevin was enjoying washing me, and when he started to wash Bonnie, I dropped to my knees and gave him a blow job, his load was smaller after the one he put in my ass. He turned his back to me so he could kiss his wife. I took the opportunity to eat his ass. Trying to do as good a job as he did to me. I stood up, placed my head against his ass. His wife pulled his head to her breasts and leaned ahead to watch me enter her husband. She watched intently as I started fucking him. With one hand she held his head tight to her breasts, and stroked him with the other. He came so hard, he would have fell to the shower floor if Bonnie wasn’t holding him up. I slipped out while he fell forward a bit, a couple strokes had me shooting over his ass.

We were all pretty wore out, so got cleaned up and dressed. As I was getting ready to leave, They both said they hoped to see me soon.

Budding Sexuality with Glen Pt. 02

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Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. I, as the author, do not condone any act or activity in the story. All characters in this story are 18+ years old. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, and any resemblance of places current or past, are purely coincidental.

Inside Jacket Synopsis, Part 2: The continuing story of a young married man who discovers sex with another man. After losing his anal virginity the previous night, the young man decides he wants to please and fully receive his friend Glen and discovers new ways to pleasure himself while he explores his own body. His young hormones rage higher once he finds his prep for Glen alights new pleasures he’s never dreamed of, not to mention increasing his sex life with his wife. The goal wasn’t to please his wife through secret solo anal masturbation, but to eventually feel Glen inside him with the maximum amount of comfort and pleasure.

Personal note: This is the continuing true story of my budding sexual relationship with Glen and picks up where the first story left off. It’s about my self-exploration of anal masturbation, but there’s a scene of sex with my wife. Sorry, I still put it under the Gay Male category since that’s the direction the story is going. There is also some trial and error, which I’m hoping is not unique to me. This is a bridge to Part 3 which is more self-exploration via a new dildo! I will get back to Glen and me in part 4. Also, the activities, objects, and feelings are true, but not the names and exact places.

Previously from Part 1 …

I got home about the usual time as if I had gone to a party and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. My increasingly hard dick wouldn’t go down and had sprouted full again. So, I jacked off with one hand and circled my ass hole, that was hot and had self-lubricated, with my fingers while replaying the night I just had. I came into the sink within a minute! As I orgasmed, I felt these wonderful contractions of my asshole on my finger and wanted Glen’s dick back there. I think I was hooked. It was the first time in my adult life I came twice in an hour and realized that with a little bit of Glen’s cum still in me that my ass had also self-lubricated! I cleaned up and waited a few minutes before I could crawl into bed without a hard on.

I snuggled up to my wife, who was in a deep sleep, and drifted off to sleep with thoughts about what Glen and I could do next and a flood of guilt for waiting until after I was married to sexually explore.

Part 2

After waking up early next to a still sleeping Susie, I was surprised to find my morning wood still greeted me. My morning erections were never associated with horniness, but this one was. Apparently, the hours-long, intensely aroused state I was in the previous night, not to mention cumming twice, caused a new stimulating morning surprise. I started smiling as head-swirling thoughts of my first anal sex the previous night flowed through my head and veins.

Beyond the erection, my backside was a little sore yet slightly pleasurable as I felt my heartbeat tingle my ass hole. I lay in bed a few more minutes thinking when I could again be with Glen. With some effort, I ignored my morning wood by getting out of bed and starting my day.

After Susie and I had breakfast and chatted about our nights, we got our day started with errands and chores. Of course, I left out of the conversation what really happened the previous night and replaced it with what became the usual lie, going to the after-bar party, chatting with people, and sometimes going out for a late breakfast. I felt bad about what I did but also chalked it up to just random exploration that would go eventually go away. I thought I could resist it happening again but knew I didn’t want to resist just yet.

In the late afternoon when I took my afternoon bathroom (“library”) break, I had an itch just inside my anus that seemed to tickle at the same time as I had my BM. I started to think about the sex I had with Glen and whether I damaged something or caught an STD. Little did I know at that time it would have been too early to have STD symptoms the day after, but such was my worry and ignorance. (And, lucky me, I never caught istanbul travesti an STD). I had also asked Glen before our consummation if he was clean, and he said he was and didn’t just screw around with random guys. Regardless of my concerns, there I was sitting on the toilet, hard as a rock.

I ignored my aroused state, finished, and got on with the day. My dick stayed chubby as my wife and I finished the laundry in the bedroom. But, out of a now-urgent need, I started flirting with her and she was equally reciprocating. This led to making out and somehow making our way to the walk-in closet.

We went down to the floor, partially over our shoes, as my wife took hold of my cock and I mashed my hand over her puffy pussy lips. She pumped me a few more times before I asked if she was ready. She said, “Oh yeah!” I quickly stripped off her shorts and licked and kissed her soft, milky thighs while she got my shorts down just enough to spring my cock free. I went back up to her face and we kissed deeply and sloppily as my fingers parted her slick lips and I quickly entered her with one thrust. With great, unbridled sex amongst our shoes, we laughed about how uncomfortable we were and how it didn’t matter. Susie had sparse, soft pubic hair that didn’t cover her inner lips, so the thrusting was smooth and sexy. I should have admired her pussy much more and took for granted how great it was. My thrusting was much longer than other times in bed and she was loving it, and so was I! I needed more access and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder to go deeper, which started my orgasm. At the same time, I felt her pussy tense up indicating her orgasm was on the way, so I tried to hold off a few more seconds by pulling out almost all the way. Suddenly, I felt the first jolt and rammed back in as my breathing halted. Susie’s pussy started to vibrate around me and my cum finally exploded into her. Her orgasm started full on as I felt her pussy tighten while a flood of juice surrounded my engulfed cock as I pumped more cum into her than I thought possible.

“Oh, Christ! Where’d that come from?” Susie breathed out.

“Just thought we’d do something different other than at night and in bed. Was it good?”

“Yeah, but I think the shoes got dripped on,” as she rolled away laughing.

The rest of the night was typical, but flirtier before we settled into bed. I wasn’t one for daytime sex, but Susie enjoyed my newfound interest to fool around in the middle of the day. I felt a bit superhuman with three massive orgasms in 24 hours, but I was spent. Still, I couldn’t get the night with Glen out of my head the rest of the night, and really the rest of the week.

About midweek my libido recovered, and I planned some time for myself at home between classes. Susie worked full time during the day so I knew I’d have blocks of time for some self-exploration. This time I got the dumb idea to make my fingers slipperier with a sandwich bag and some Vaseline. Even though I already knew what worked for me – spit and objects, or Vaseline and fingers – I thought I could make entrances to my anus better with plastic. This was not a great idea and made me bleed a bit with the bunched-up plastic being forced into me. However, it allowed me to explore a different way with two of my fingers without too much mess. (I don’t recommend this method!) After a few uncomfortable minutes, and because I seemed to be forcing myself to play, I gave up for the week.

The weekend finally came and went without much happening at the bar. My wife had come with me both nights since we felt “closer,” but that didn’t stop Glen and I from sneaking touches when we could. Him and I didn’t talk about the previous weekend, but we knew it was our secret. The work nights were filled with suggestive talk, teasing, and flirting with me from both Glen and my wife, each without knowing the other side of the situation. Susie and I had sex after one of my work nights and it was great, but normal.

That whole weekend I felt odd about how I loved my wife and yet still could have a connection with Glen. I sort of figured that I could explain it away if Susie ever found out. And how could she ever find out when it was happening in front of istanbul travestileri her? It was only later in my marriage that the remorse and disrespect hit me hard. I feel bad for her to this day.

I returned to doing more self-exploration during the next week as I was determined to give more of myself to Glen and wanted more of what he had to give. My stashed condom, from my single days, was in my older wallet and the idea hit me to use it instead of plastic bags or unwrapped fingers and vegetables.

I got home from school, dropped my backpack, and checked that Susie wasn’t around. I grabbed two carrots, instead of one I knew I could insert, from the fridge and went into the bathroom. I got the condom and my heart started to race as I stripped off my clothes. I unwrapped the condom over the two carrots and lubed them with some spit. I sat down in my usual position for anal play by leaning against the outside of the tub and used more spit to lube my hole. My 21-year-old dick anticipated the fun by becoming mostly hard. I lined up the carrots to my hole and started to push them in. They hurt a little since they were pointy, and I wasn’t used to two of them going in. They went in only an inch since due to my tightness. I pulled them out and removed one carrot from the condom and added more saliva my hole and began to push the carrot back in. Whoa! The single carrot almost slid in too easily with the condom. I wondered why I didn’t think of this before! The carrot felt so good as I kept pushing it, and it felt as if it was partially being sucked in after the first couple inches! I felt the usual stopping point about 5″ inside, and as I started pulling out, I felt a whole new sensation as the unevenness of the carrot glided across my sensitive rectum.

Adding more spit, the carrot-carrying condom went more smoothly in, and I started to stroke it in and out of my hole feeling every nub and curve of the intruding vegetable. I loved watching it disappear into me and got used to the feeling. Hell, I was loving the feeling and wanted more!

I felt my anus finally relax, removed the carrot and was able to get my middle finger in with no problem. I also noticed that my ass was way slicker than the saliva I added. I knew I got a bit slick with previous anal play, but now it seemed to be producing its own lube at a faster rate and much more than ever. This encouraged me further as my hole seemed more accommodating than any other time, so I was able to insert my first finger alongside my middle one! It was tight and I couldn’t get more than a couple inches inside before the stretching became uncomfortable. I was excited because there was no actual pain.

(Side note: my anal lube production made me think, stupidly at the time, whether I had some internal parts like a woman’s natural lube mechanism. I knew a couple years later (with regular internet access) it was natural for your colon to produce some “lube” to pass stool, especially when you’re younger. Eventually my ass started to anticipate something being in my lower colon, including increased sweating outside my hole, and in just a few months I actually didn’t need a lot of lube for a couple years. I’ll save that for a future story.)

After a couple minutes of my fingers pumping and probing, I put the carrot back in. My cock, completely forgotten at this point, was going through agony so I started jacking it as I stroke my phallic veg in and out at a medium pace. A thought hit me – I wanted the carrot thicker since I wanted to accommodate Glen, so I picked up the second carrot and slipped it into the condom with the other carrot still in me. The other carrot had to come out a bit more to be as thick as my two fingers. I felt the second carrot going in easily until the stretching became taut. I started pushing them in and out slowly, going about 3″ deep. Another revelation occurred when I took a big breath that dilated my anus, I could push the carrots in further! Holy shit, they went in to 5 inches easily but then my ass clamped down tight. At once I felt the carrot tips poking me inside and my hole starting to hurt from clamping down. But the excitement and feel of 1.5 inches of thickness inside me allowed my anus to finally open travesti istanbul up more comfortably.

My cock got super hard, and I started jacking it furiously while pumping the carrots in my ass. I started a throaty whisper, “Oh, oh, Glen. Fuck me Glen, fuck me. Uggghhhhhh.” It took only a few seconds before my orgasm started, and it started without cum shooting out. What the heck?! My dick looked like it tried cumming on its first three twitches, but then I felt my cum rise up the length of my penis to shoot out forcefully two times onto my sparsely hairy chest. Then my cum flowed at a lava pace at each orgasmic pulse of my cock the rest of the time. I didn’t know what to think but figured this odd cum event must’ve been due to my anus not being able to close. My orgasms back then were very dick oriented, I only felt them in my dick and not in my whole groin and lower abs area as I do now.

Once I regained my breath, I pulled the carrots out and felt a small amount of liquid come out of my ass with them. I checked it for blood and there was none. Phew! My hole immediately closed shut, but then opened and closed like it was begging for more. With cum drying on my chest and matted in my pubic hair, I cleaned up and thought of the new milestone I reached.

As I retired to the couch to do some homework, my dick was still inflated. My studies were disrupted by thoughts of why my dick was still semi-hard: was my body just reacting to pent up horniness that still wanted more, or was I thinking about Glen and what my new milestone would mean to taking him into me?

Getting distracted reading my homework, I had to change positions on the couch and put one leg under me. This had an odd effect of pushing on my sensitive hole and really got me thinking about what I just did and how good it felt. I seemed to develop a new sensitivity inside as I felt the entirety of the carrots and where they had prodded for the first time. I felt a new, and better, feeling at my entrance I hadn’t felt before. I enjoyed the thought of the new amount of natural lube I produced. It was then I got up to shut the curtains so others couldn’t see me and returned to the couch. I quickly shoved my hand down the front of my pants to my hole and, surprised by the heat and sweatiness, I started to rub my bud in circles.

I had never fingered myself this way before, so I laid back on the couch to enjoy it. I undid my pants for easier access, pushed my hand down further and easily inserted my middle finger in my ass when my knees instinctually raised. Wow, I was still wet inside and a little came out when I started flicking and pumping my finger. The sloppy squishing sound was just like fingering my wife but doing it to myself was very arousing. My dick rose to full staff quickly, and I had to get myself off. I jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom.

There I was, back in the bathroom where I was just a few minutes before and stroked myself to another orgasm right over the toilet. The stroking lasted longer and the amount of cum was smaller, but it was like I hadn’t fully satisfied my sexual hunger from before. Maybe my dick needed to be inserted into something before the horniness went away? After that second orgasm, I was spent and had to nap. So much for homework! Luckily, being young this sort of “double-orgasm” within an hour by jacking off was something I could do, but not too often.

The rest of the week was uneventful since I couldn’t play with myself again. I was a bit ashamed, sore, and somewhat disinterested. My work weekend came up and Susie didn’t come along, but Glen and I flirted and teased as usual. At the end of Saturday night, he asked about sticking around and I said sure. We went to his place, but I told him I played with myself too hard “back there” during the week and didn’t want to do anything. He said kind of jokingly and laughing, “Why’d you do that?”

I responded slightly embarrassed, “Well… I want to be ready for you. Can you give me some time?” I was surprised by my answer since I wanted Glen right then and there, but I felt this self-consciousness about being perfectly ready for him to enter me without issue.

“Sure. But don’t think I don’t care about you. I can take it easy with you. Just tell me when you’re ready.” Still the newbie, I didn’t think about blow jobs or other fun, and I’m not sure Glen did either. We hung out and drank a bit more, grabbed and groped a bit and I went home with very blue balls.

To be continued …

My Canid Wife

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My Canid Wife.

AKA: My wife Thinks She’s a Canine.

I love my wife dearly. I would do anything for my Luna. But I have to admit it can be trying at times.

She’s the most loyal, affectionate, agreeable wife a guy could ask for. She’s always there to greet me when I get home from work. Never gets tired of my company. And she’s willing to have sex whenever I’m feeling randy.

Physically she turns me on like no other. She’s petite but muscular. A lithe and willowy brunette with long straight raven hair all the way down her back.

She’s got smaller boobs than any other woman I’ve dated but I don’t care because she’s twice as mysterious. And her nipples are so responsive to my touch, changing from little nubs to pointy titty-boners magically at my touch.

She’s meticulously clean but also never uses any soaps with any artificial scents, doesn’t shave her cunny, or for that matter, her armpits or legs either. Some guys, not many it seems, like that, but I’ve come to like it now. The naturalness of it has become sexy. I don’t even mind the little trail of hair reaching up to her naval, or even the more than a hint on her upper lip.

When she lays back on the bed displaying all her beautiful hirsuteness, saying, “Come fuck me stud.” Well, that is amazingly sexual!

Up until this story started my only complaint would have been that she gets pretty nervous when I’m out.

Now though, I think she has a mental illness. We’ve gone to see a shrink, and at first he agreed with me. But now he’s taken her side.

I first noticed something was up when she started to only ever wanted to have sex doggy style. Don’t get me wrong – I like it that way. Just not only that way.

I didn’t connect the dots for months, but one day we were doing ‘it’ and her slow moans morphed into low howls.

I suppose a person could howl in appreciation but it was just darn odd.

The next day at breakfast we were talking and she decided to answer me with a “woof.”

At first I thought she was joking, but she started doing it more and more. One bark for yes, and two for no. Not being able to take it, I just went for a drive.

Then one night we were watching TV and I turned to her, “Would you like to try that new sitcom with the girl from the other show we like so much?” I knew she would know exactly what I meant – just like any married couple we were so often synced like that.

In answer she said, “Woof.”

Which is when I got annoyed and blurted out, “What? Do you think you’re a dog now?”

To which she replied enigmatically, “Rruu-uuff.”

After ten minutes of talking about it I started to doubt that she wasn’t just pulling my leg. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak. It was just that she often chose to yelp, or whine, or howl and it started to border on the crazy.

The next week I came home to be greeted with a very normal hug and a kiss. But when I went to fix myself a drink I found her following me, bent low and trying to smell my bum.

I was struck by a tense memory just then, and I went to retrieve her family photo album.

Within those pages my fears were redoubled: her three year old Halloween costume was her dressed as Pluto. And every year after that she was some rendition of a cartoon canine.

Her childhood bed was a big round mattress that was kept on the floor. Every poster in her room was dog or wolf themed. She had a zillion stuffed animals – all of them were our four legged friends. It never struck me as strange before, but it sure did now.

Then I thought about her mom…she had some quirky cat-like habits. And her husband always called her by cat nicknames.

I called him right away, “Franklin,” I started, “is Kitten a cat?” He answered that she was. Still I didn’t believe the answer. “No. I mean, not is her nickname Kitten. Is she really, does she truly think she’s a cat?” Again he told me she did.

A half hour later I hung up wondering istanbul travesti if it was genetic… except that Luna was adopted.

After a fretful evening my sexy wife eased my troubled mind with a sexual diversion. It was great until halfway through a world class blowjob she sniffed my bare asshole.

I freaked out, but with a raging hard-on I needed to blast my seed, so I tried to ignore it.

Later when she LICKED my ass I freaked out more – but I also found I liked it. It felt really good! Franklin had hinted there were ‘benefits’ and I had to admit he was right.

The next evening she didn’t greet me as usual. I found her curled up on the couch naked and shivering. “Luna, why don’t you put on some clothes?”

“But Oakley, we don’t wear clothes.” I wrapped a blanket around her, turned up the heat, and tried to talk some sense into her.

After a steak dinner we watched TV and she cuddled up next to me naked all night. I did like the feel of her bare skin which was ready for my caresses all evening.

She took to always being naked in the house. She got herself a collar too.

And at least once a day she knelt down with her chest to the floor and her ass up in the air, inviting me to fuck her. I found it hard to complain.

I put my foot down when she ate a can of dog food. I couldn’t dissuade her from acting like a dog, but I did manage to get her to eat hamburger instead.

It was then that we saw the psychiatrist I mentioned earlier. He gave her some medicine but when it didn’t work he actually handed me a bill for a thousand dollars and told me that she actually was what she was. Crackpot! More details on that later.

The next time we had sex I actually got into the howling. Man! It had become sooo sexy – so raw and animalistic. What better way to show your enthusiasm?

Afterwards I lay down to go to sleep but when I peeked to see what Luna was doing, she was licking her pussy clean. When did she get that flexible? It weirded me out, but what could I do about it?

The following weekend we had a party to go to. I’m not big on parties, never really fitting in, but I was looking forward to going and seeing all the neighbors – except for Vito Pasquale. If I ever had a nemesis it would be Vito.

He was one of those guys who always shook your hand too hard: just to see you wince. If you were walking past him in a hallway, rather than turn sideways he would bump his shoulder into yours. Basically a jerk.

Luna wore her slinky black dress and was looking really hot. She always makes me proud like that, I just hoped she didn’t do anything too dog-like.

She did choose to wear a ribbon around her neck, like a choker. It was much better than her collar. And it had dog tags on it, but I doubt people would know to read anything into that.

The party was uneventful until it was time to leave. Luna and I were in the spare bedroom digging around on the bed for our coats when Vito came in.

He started looking for his coat too and just nudged me off to the side. Luna hugged me reassuringly from behind, but I also spied her hand reach over impulsively to squeeze his bicep.

I was so jealous that I shot her a nasty look. She just shrugged her shoulders, “He’s the Alpha.” As if that excused it.

Now I was even more upset. She’d said that out loud in front of Vito. “He is not! There is no Alpha!”

“Of course he is. Don’t you see all the dominance displays?”

“But we’re not dogs, baby. That’s not it at all.”

“I’ll prove it to you honey. He can’t help himself.” Saying that, she pushed us each a few inches this way and that so he was behind me. Speaking to Vito, she told him, “Mount him Vito. It’s all about hierarchy.”

He humped at my backside pushing his cock at my ass through our clothes. I felt the big soft lump there and knew his must be bigger than mine.

Humiliated, I tried to twist away, but he grabbed my hips istanbul travestileri holding me to his groin. I didn’t want to make a scene.

When he growled crudely, yet still very human-like, Luna sat on the bed next to me. “Ooooh that noise.” She exclaimed. “It’s so primal!”

Then to me she said, “And you can’t help yourself either. It’s nature.” She always thought ‘nature’ was paramount. She could justify anything by claiming ‘nature’.

I thought it didn’t matter if his was bigger than mine; he was still a jerk and that’s all that mattered. Vito laid his weight on top of me, crushing me between his stocky body and the bed. Still grinding on my ass he started grunting with each motion.

Luna’s eyes were as wide as saucers. I knew she was captivated by the sheer animal power play. But when she said, “Vito you’re so big and brutish.” he got the wrong impression.

Quickly, and before I could react, he deftly yanked down, first his pants, then mine. His cock was hard and it bounced out, landing squarely between the cheeks of my ass.

Luna’s eyes kept darting between his face and mine. She was so wrapped up in the dominance and submission of the moment that I doubted she even noticed our partial nudity.

And that’s the way I wanted it. If she could fail to see what he was doing then I could walk out of there with my dignity intact.

Next I worried about the door. Was it open? Could anyone walk in and discover us?

Vito pushed hard on my shoulder blades as he kneeled upright, no longer pressing his weight on me. Now with all of his weight coming through his hands right over my lungs I had trouble breathing.

I felt his big knob brush up against my hole which made me squirm, and I hissed clandestinely, lest anyone outside hear me, “No! You gotta stop this.”

Luna whispered in my ear, “It makes me so happy you’re taking on your animal personna with me. I thought you’d fight to be alpha, or at least the beta, and not the bitch – but it’s better than nothing.” She kissed my cheek then continued, “But baby, bitches don’t whine. You can fight to be alpha or tuck your tail between your legs – but no whining”

I knew I could never take him in a fight. And in a sick way, joining in her delusion made me happy.

Vito sucked up a big luigi and spit it on the juncture of his cock and my asshole. I don’t think he heard what she said. And if he did, he certainly wouldn’t understand. Maybe he heard the word ‘bitch’ because he called out then, “I’m gonna make you my bitch!”

And as he said it, I was more worried others would hear, than I was that I was about to be plugged.

Furthermore, when he called me ‘bitch’ I took consolation that he was using canine terminology so Luna’s fantasy wouldn’t be broken. If she snapped back to reality, she might pity me. I couldn’t live with her pitying me.

The slimy mucus coated his glans, allowing him to work the mushroom head into my virgin bung, despite my holding it shut with all my might.

I gritted my teeth, waiting for the greater intrusion. Luna looked me square in the eyes, “That’s right honey. You accept and bear the dominant stance and when he’s done humping your leg it’ll be over with the social structure firmly established and no real aggression.”

She may have thought there was no real aggression but that’s not what it felt like to me. At least she was still miraculously oblivious to the sex.

The large fleshy appendage squeezed its way into my rectum, inching along uncomfortably. The invasion was very real and when it didn’t hurt because it was stretching my assring, it hurt because he was dislodging my bowels.

Vito laid his weight back down on me again, which was a blessing in disguise since he couldn’t penetrate as deeply. It was still hard and thick but I got used to the girth.

He changed from hard thrusts to slow jabs – still grunting.

When the pain subsided I added travesti istanbul my own noises of relief with each outstroke. Luna kept up with a low mewling howl.

The more obviously canine her sounds became, the more I feared the world would find out she thought herself a dog. Grabbing her head I forced her lips to mine, kissing her to shut her up.

Above me Vito declared, “You two are a crazy kinky couple but I don’t mind one fucking bit.”

I could feel every inch of this other man’s cock gliding through my sphincter. First it slid in, then out: I pictured the white skin of his foreskin revealing, then covering his crown. When he pulled out he went until the wide flared head of his cock caught on my anal ring, then he would resume fucking me.

Things seemed a lot slicker now, and just like I had learned to feel pleasure when Luna licked my hole, I now felt a degree of pleasure from Vito’s cock sawing in my ass. Though it wasn’t good enough to give me a hard on.

Jabbing faster and faster, his efforts grew in intensity until with a final scream of lust I felt streams of cum jet into my abused anus. I imagined the white lava filling me up. It seemed like there were gallons of the slimy goo.

When he gave a loud sexual groan, Luna disengaged from my lips, singing with Vito in a harmonious lupine chorus. I wanted her to sing with me instead.

Compared to hers, his vocalizations seemed very normal.

I was sure he would laugh out loud at her beastly show, or worse, that all the remaining party goers would come to see what was happening.

I hung my head, embarrassed to be outed – but none of that happened.

Vito was gone in a flash. I didn’t even see him pull up his pants, and apparently neither did Luna.

Seeing a shocked look of confusion on her face when she saw that my pants were down, I became sure that she never knew what really happened. So thinking quickly I proclaimed in explanation, “I need to assert myself now!”

Reaching up her dress I yanked her panties off fiercely with a slight ripping sound and mounted her forcibly.

Squishy wetness oozed from my ass as I climbed into a preferred hetero position.

I topped my woman in the missionary position. So ardent was my need that she never even complained that we weren’t doing it doggy style. As my cock entered her cunt I was biting her neck while she gasped, “That’s right stud. Fuck me hard. I’m in heat so we just might make cubbies tonight.”

It was the best screw we’d had in a long time. Especially with how raw it was.

Driving home I was sitting in a puddle of cum leaking from my gaped hole. I didn’t know a man could come that much. Even later, I sat on the john, farting out enormous gobs of the foul stuff.

Later I keyed Vito’s car – every panel. I’m not proud of it, but I felt better.

The next day was our weekly appointment at the shrink’s. Luna told him all about our ‘adventure’ in excited tones. I could only nod in shame. She never mentioned the fucking but he knew, and I know inside he was sneering at me.

In the end, and couched in a lot of psychobabble, he said that since I’d joined in her thinking it proved she wasn’t psychotic. With phrases like ‘when the transgender conversion becomes a species conversion the formation becomes complete’ he dismissed us, declaring her normal.

In a daze, I led my darling to our car on a short leash. I couldn’t believe the psychiatrist was so stupid and blind.

But not being willing to raise a litter of cubs I knew I would need to find help somewhere else.

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Hiring a Handyman

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Since my wife had decided she wanted some projects down around the house, and as she knew I was not ‘handy’, she told me to find someone to do the job.

So one morning as she was out with a girlfriend I called and set up a few appointments to see what was available. With that out of the way, I knew she would be gone for a few hours so I got dressed.

No I wasn’t naked before I was just in my long, black silk robe. It was a ladies robe but she allowed me to wear it so I did most days. No, I got dressed in some short blue, tight shorts that showed a lot of my cheeks. Then I slipped on a polka dot bikini top and went about my business in the house.

I had opened all the curtains and was enjoying the bright sunshine on a crisp fall day. Since my neighbors had never seemed to care what I was wearing, or not wearing, I did not worry about anyone seeing.

Ding ding!

When the doorbell went off I was surprised. Checking the ring app I saw a man standing there with a clipboard. Not expecting anyone I assumed it was a solicitor and went to istanbul travesti the door.

“Hi, my name is Tom and I am here to give you an estimate for the work you requested.”

Boy was I surprised, as I saw his eyes travel the length of my nearly naked legs and then my bikini clad chest. I have to admit that my cock stirred inside my thong as I watched him look me over.

I had just left him a message to stop by if he had an opening sooner and so he had. With nothing else to do, I opened the door and invited him in.

I said something about changing clothes and he said, “Hey you look great, don’t change for me.”

My bulge began to grow bigger as he feasted on my body again. I am not in workout shape, tiny little belly bulged over my shorts but I was trim and shaved smooth.

I invited him to see what I wanted done and he was quick to follow close behind. Where he stood it was obvious that he liked what he saw.

I showed him several things we wanted done and he wrote it all down, all the while looking me up and down. istanbul travestileri By now we both had growing bulges in our clothes.

The final project was in the basement so I took him down there. I stood in front of a large mirror as he assessed the work to be done. I caught him looking in the mirror at my bare cheeks as he wrote.

Finally, he walked over and said, “Is that it?”

Smiling I told him it was and did he need to see anything else. Smiling himself he arranged his cock and then reached out to caress mine. I grew ever harder as he stroked my bulge.

Unzipping his jeans he pulled out his own erect penis. It was a full six inched and quite thick, just the way I like them. I dropped to my knees and as I took him into my hands and then my mouth, I mumbled about a ‘discount’.

He laughed as he pulled my head tight and I swallowed his cock. “With fringe benefits like this I can certainly adjust your price.”

In the mirror I watched as he pulled my bikini top off then peeled my shorts down leaving me only in my white travesti istanbul thong. His hands caressed my bare ass spreading it wife then pulling it together.

When he pulled my thong off my cock was rock hard. As he then knelt and began to suck it, I watched in the mirror as he bobbed up and down my hard shaft. I knew I would not last long and told him so. He wanted us to cum together so he stood and gave me his amazing cock again.

I began to suck him deep once again. As I sucked he grabbed some lotion I had there and rubbed it on my cheeks and bare hole. Soon I felt his finger slip inside me and then he began to slowly ease in and out.

When he said he was ready to cum I told him I wanted it on me. He stepped back I lay on the floor and watched as his cock shot his hot, creamy cum all over me.

Jerking my own cock I shot my own cum all over my belly mixing with his.

After a few moments I scooped our mixed cum up and put it in my mouth, licking my fingers clean.

“I hope we can do business together,” he said.

I do he was going to get the job. I just hoped my wife wanted to be gone while he worked. The future was bright as I slipped my clothes back on and walked him upstairs. Creamy cum running down my belly I let him out the door with a pat on his butt.

“Soon!”

Thinking Back Pt. 02

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All characters are over 18 and consenting adults.

In the first part of this story, my two friends and I had graduated high school and were spending our summer together. Brent, Joe and I had spent a day and night getting to know each others bodies. This was our first time experimenting with male on male sex and we all enjoyed what we had done so far.

The next day we all went to work, since we were still trying to save money for college, but agreed to swim later. We met at Brent’s house and swam before dinner. After Brent grilled some hamburgers for us, we jumped back in the pool. We swam and splashed and hung out around the pool the rest of the evening. When the sun went down and since Brent’s parents were out of town, we felt free to remove our swim suits.

We swam and occasionally grabbed each others dicks. After a couple of hours, we slipped out of the pool and went down to Brent’s room. He lived in the basement and had a waterbed. Joe agreed to sleep on the floor and Brent and I would share the bed, for now.

Since we were already naked, as soon as we laid down took about two seconds for Brent to find my cock and start rubbing. I reached over and took his cock in my hand. It felt nice and warm and grew quickly. Brent’s cock was smaller than mine and I could only use two or three fingers to grip him. I would be happy about this later. Joe heard us and jumped in beside Brent and said “hey, I want to play too.” We picked up just like our first time. Except this time I had a hold of Brent, Brent had a hold of me and Joe was free to enjoy.

I lay there thinking about what we were doing and had a thought. I heard jokes and stories of men screwing other men in their butt. I felt a twitch in my ass and got very excited by this thought. I rolled onto my side and slid my ass over so it was next to Brent and he began to rub massage my ass. His hand rubbed my butt and then he would slide a finger down my crack until he found my hole. He would pull back like he was afraid of where this might lead. Each time he would slide a finger down to my hole, I let out a moan. Just to let him know I was ok with it.

After the third or fourth time he touched me and I moaned, Brent turned to Joe and said “I think Brad wants to butt fuck.” This must have excited Joe because I heard him cum quickly. Brent rolled over next to me. Then I felt his hands on my ass again but this time when he reached my hole he rubbed something warm on it. Then It hit me, he had scooped up Joe’s cum and was using it as lube. Then I felt him put his cock in my crack and start moving down. We had never done this before, so I grabbed his cock and helped him find my hole. I lined him up with my entrance and pushed against his cock, to encourage him.

Brent started pushing but istanbul travesti stopped quickly. I told him “I’m ready just keep going.” He pushed harder and harder. I felt a little pain but relaxed just a little and in he went. Once he was all the way in, I took a breath, and said “yeah, keep going.” He started slowly moving in and out. I’m not sure if he was moving slow because he didn’t want to hurt me or if he didn’t want to cum too fast. This is when I realized, I loved his dick in me and wanted it again and again. I also knew we would be doing this the rest of the summer.

Brent continued fucking me and Joe kept looking over Brent’s shoulder to watch. Brent was giving me so much pleasure that I got harder and harder the longer it lasted. I lost track of how long we fucked but Brent started grunting to let me know he was almost there. I told him “It’s ok, just cum in me, I want you to.” He grabbed my hips and pushed into me one last time and came. I could actually feel him pulsing in my ass.

Joe was watching and said “wow, when can I do that.” Brent pulled out and rolled onto his back. Joe couldn’t stand it and came around the bed so he could lay next to me. Joe saw my cock and how hard it was and began to jack me off. I was so excited from the ass fucking that I didn’t last long. I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder to encourage him. He licked his hand and then started sliding up and down on me. I couldn’t take anymore and began to cum. I shot all over my chest and some hit my cheek. Joe just keep pumping until every drop shot out. “Wow Brad, I like watching you cum,” Joe said.

As we all laid there, exhausted and relaxed, a thought hit me. I had just had my first ass fuck and now had two of my friends cum in my ass. Joe’s, as lube, had been pushed in by Brent and then Brent came in me as well. This thought would be the fantasy of many masturbation sessions throughout my life. Even now, thirty years later I still use this memory when I jack off.

Two days later, Joe and I got together after work to swim and relax. We were at my house this time and had a radio and cokes to enjoy. My parents had gone on a long weekend vacation so it was just the two of us. Brent was visiting a college that weekend, so he wouldn’t be around.

Joe and I swam a while and then I went inside to order a pizza. The pizza came and we ate outside because my house didn’t have A/C. Not having A/C was of course just another reason for us to wear as little clothing as possible. After eating, I told Joe my Dad had some dirty magazines that we could look at if he wanted. This of course was just an excuse to get Joe excited so I could get him naked again.

When I brought out the magazines, I pulled out a new one, Penthouse letters. We both looked at each other istanbul travestileri with excitement and began flipping though it for a good story. We saw stories about Flying solo, Loving wives, group, lesbian and male on male. We agreed to start with a Male on male letter. We leaned against the couch and sat on the floor. As we began reading, we both started adjusting ourselves and tried to be comfortable with our growing hard ons. We read one or two stories about men sucking each other and another about three friends who fucked each other in a train. This got us both very hard and we began rubbing each other. I put the magazine down and started to undo Joe’s shorts. I got his shorts down and his cock slapped his stomach when it sprang out of his shorts.

As we sat next to each other, I started jacking him and he began rubbing my dick against my stomach. He said he enjoys this when he jerks off and thought I might too. I did, really I just enjoyed his hands on me in any way. He slid off the couch and was staring at my cock. I saw Joe lick his lips and take a big breath. I knew what was coming next and held his head to encourage him. He leaned down and took me into his mouth. He struggled a little, I think he was trying to hard. I told him, “don’t try to take it all, just what you can.” He released me and then took half of me in his mouth and began to suck. He kept sucking and every once in a while would pull his wonderful mouth off me and jerk me off for a few seconds. Then he went back to sucking me and I went back to lightly holding the sides of his head to guide him. I was getting a little too excited so I pulled his mouth off me and told him, “I don’t want to be done yet, I want you in my butt like Brent.”

Joe smiled and asked if I had any vaseline. I ran off to my room where I kept some. I was already planning ahead for this. When I returned, Joe was on his knees waiting. His 4 inch dick sticking straight up in anticipation. I said “where should I go.” He told me to lay down on my stomach. I immediately did as Joe asked. I wanted him in me as soon as possible. He opened the jar and scooped up some jelly and rubbed it on the tip of his cock. I reached back and spread my ass open for him and he smeared what was left on my hole.

I felt his hands on my hips and thought, “get in me now please.” I reached back and spread my ass so he could see where his lubed up dick should go. He began to push but then stopped when he felt some resistance. I said, “It will fit, just push a little harder, I want you in my ass.” Joe got excited at this and pushed his was into me. Slowly at first, which felt great. Then he would rest when he was all the in.

After a few thrusts Joe said, “Brad, this feels great, better than Brents.” It was then that travesti istanbul I knew he and Brent had been together without me. Didn’t matter to me because right then I had him in me and it was great. He kept fucking my ass and I got harder and harder. So much so that it became uncomfortable laying on the floor. I raised up a bit to give my cock some room. “Wow that’s even better stay like that,” I heard Joe say.

I was enjoying Joe’s cock so much I lost track of time. I have no idea how long he fucked me. I do know that he started going a little faster and breathing a little harder. He felt so good in me and my cock ws as hard as ever. Eventually, he whispered, “I think I’m going to cum.” I told him “cum in me, cum on me, cum whenever you want, I’m ready.” Well, I thought I was ready. Joe pumped into me a dozen more times. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me close. He went as deep as he could. I never thought you could feel cum pumping inside you, but I felt it then.

He came, shot after shot, then laid on my back while still inside me. I could feel his breath on my back and feel his cock slipping out. I squeezed my ass to try and hold him in or at least hold in his cum. Joe started to soften and fall out. He pushed up, pulled out and lay next to me. I had not cum yet, sonI rolled over and began to jack off. Joe grabbed my hand and said, “let me do that.” He started moving his hand over my cock and was staring at it. He sucked on me a little and then continued jerking me. I told him I was close. He said “I want to watch you cum again.” A few more pumps and I did. I shot stream after stream onto my chest.

Joe laid back down next to me and we rested. It was so quite in our house with no one there. We lay there next to each other listening to each other breathe and our hearts pounding. Joe began to use his finger to smear my cum around my chest. Then he used his finger to scoop up some and looked at it. I could tell he was thinking, “what does it taste like? Then he did the hottest thing I had seen, he licked his finger and smiled. I looked at him as if to say my turn and Joe scooped up some more and stuck his finger in my mouth.

“After several minutes, I said, “want to go swim for a while?” Joe nodded and out we went, me covered in my cum and dripping Joe’s cum out of my ass. We went without suits this time, just seemed like a waste of time. We both knew we would be right back, naked and playing with each other soon. We had all night and the rest of the weekend.

The three of us would become very close the rest of the summer. Sometimes, all three of us, other times just Joe and I, or Brent and I. I always wondered how many more times Joe and Brent got together. If I see them again I’ll have to ask. That might lead to more action between us. I still think about those two, thirty years later and the fun we had. I would love to try to take each of their cocks just once more. Although, lately my fantasies have been about Joe and Brent spit roasting me. Maybe that will be another story to share.

Summer Camp

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“Well, Brian, it’s up to you. I checked with the people at Camp Wakamatchee – or, rather at Camp Sunawatchee, which is what the new owners are calling it. They said they’d be willing to honor your reservation for the season, if you really wanted to go there. They also said they’d be happy to have you as a counsellor, since the Camp Wakamatchee people had agreed to it, they said they assumed you were well-qualified.”

Brian was overjoyed. Camp Wakamatchee had been the high point of his year since he was 10 years old. Now, at age 18, just as he was finally qualified to be one of the elite of the elite – the Camp Wakamatchee counsellors – they went and sold the place. He was totally bummed when he heard about it. He had a full athletic scholarship for college in the fall (he had been a star in high school as catcher for a champion baseball team), and he’d been looking forward to one last year at the camp – and even making a little spending money as a counsellor. He was so relieved that he wouldn’t have to change his plans.

His mother looked over the letter she had just received. “They said they sent you a brochure and the new book of regulations – did you get a chance to look them over?”

“What? Oh, sure, sure I did.” He never bothered with stuff like that. All those things were so long and boring and you could never figure out what they were getting at, anyway.

“So, they need your signature on the application form they sent – you know, that you’ve read them and agree to abide by them, and so on. They need that on file before they can officially accept you.”

“OK, OK. I’ll get it.” He ran up to his room and dug the material out of his waste basket. He pulled out the form – all it took was a couple of check-off boxes and a signature. He took it down and gave it to his mother.

“Didn’t it have a return envelope?” she sighed. She knew her forgetful son. If she didn’t do everything for him, it’d never happen.

He dashed back up and retrieved it.

“OK, I’ll get a stamp and mail this for you, but from here on, you’re going to be dealing with all this on your own. When you leave, I’m going down to the shore for a couple of weeks, just to relax a little bit myself. I won’t be here to bail you out, so make sure you don’t forget anything. I’ll put a little money in your checking account, in case there’s anything you have to pay for up there.”

Brian’s mom was his favorite person in the world. She made life so easy for him. Not that he was irresponsible – in the areas he was interested in, he did it all on his own. It’s just that she took care of all the humdrum, everyday stuff and gave him quite a lot of freedom.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be back for dinner. Gotta go to practice.” Brian took off in the direction of the Little League group he was coaching for the next couple of weeks.

Mrs. Marquette sighed – more out of habit than irritation. She thought the world of her only son. She only wished he could be a little more… reliable. She grinned as she watched him run down the street. He was so damned good looking! That perfect athletic grace of his – the strong shoulders, the sexy ass, the tight, flat belly. And the ultimate boy-next-door face – fine, strong features, wavy brown hair. She knew that as soon as he got to college, he’d hook up with some unbelievable girl who would steal him away from her without even trying.

She smiled ruefully – and that’s just as it should be!

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Two weeks later, Brian and his suitcase were on the bus to Camp Sunawatchee. He still didn’t like that name, but he supposed he’d get used to it. He’d packed everything the camp director had specified in his acceptance letter, but he’d added a couple of changes of clothes for those long-anticipated privileged Saturday nights in town with the other counsellors. The camp had essentially only specified the clothes he was wearing, indicating that they’d supply everything else he might need. But then of course they wouldn’t have given any instructions for what he might want for off-camp activities. Even so, his suitcase was pretty minimal. All the athletic equipment, of course, was already at the camp, so his favorite catcher’s glove was his only contribution on that score.

When he arrived at the bus station in the small town nearest the camp, he was happy to see a couple of other counsellors already waiting there – obviously also newly arrived, with their suitcases in hand. They introduced themselves – he’d never seen either of them before, but they were both guys who looked to be about his own age.

He learned that neither of them had ever been to Camp Wakamatchee, but that they’d attended another camp by the people who had taken over this year. Each of them already had one year’s experience at counselling, so Brian hoped they could give him some pointers, if necessary, while he was being trained. In fact, as he learned, these two guys would be training all the newbies this week. The guests wouldn’t begin arriving until early next week. istanbul travesti As before, the camp was divided into the girls’ side and the boys’. There were certain activities later in the summer that they’d do jointly, but for the most part, the sexes were kept separate. The management felt it made for a more relaxed, fun atmosphere if teenagers didn’t have to constantly worry about dealing with the opposite sex.

It was only a few minutes before one of the senior staff at the camp arrived in a jeep to pick the three of them up. The guy, who said to call him Don, looked about 35 or 40 – very well built and tan – was wearing just a pair of khaki shorts and moccasins. Brian was impressed – he looked like a real athlete.

Once they arrived at the camp, Don dropped them off at the temporary counsellors’ dorm cabin (for the training period). Tom and Corey (the other two counsellors) volunteered to show Brian the ropes and Don left them to it, driving off toward the administration center.

In the cabin, Corey and Tom picked their bunks, and then gave him the choice of the others (there were 6 in all, so it looked like there wouldn’t be more than 4 trainees). Corey showed Brian where to stow his things and told him to strip off his clothes and stow them in the drawer beside his bunk.

At this point, Brian noticed that Tom had already done the same and was completely naked as he unpacked his suitcase and started putting his belongings away. He didn’t think much of it, being used to locker rooms, where he spent a lot of time around other bare-assed athletes. He decided to follow Corey’s suggestion and found it sort of fun to be so casual around two other guys while they worked on getting themselves installed. He was an only child and summer camp was really the only experience he had of not having complete privacy whenever he wanted it.

—

Although Brian hadn’t yet figured it out, his favorite summer camp had changed a whole lot more than its name. The new management had added Camp Wakamatchee to its long list of nudist camps – in this case, the camp was specifically designated for teens.

Both Tom and Corey were quick to pick up on Brian’s Speedo tan. Obviously, this kid had never been to a nudist camp before. While they were both basically straight, neither of them could resist staring at the good-looking teen’s hot body – his oversized uncut cock and big balls were going to be getting a lot of attention over the next several weeks. And his full, round ass was so white as to appear to be glowing – there was no way to ignore the way those big muscular teen cheeks of his dimpled and bounced as he moved around, stowing his gear.

The two of them caught each other’s eye and grinned. This one was obviously one of the unconscious newbies – every year there were a couple of kids that showed up at the camp, completely unaware of its naturist orientation. Brian’s case was easily explained – he’d been one of the camp’s regulars and the two experienced counsellors were willing to bet the kid hadn’t bothered to read the rulebook or brochure. Well, they’d played this game before – they planned to have some fun with this one.

After about 15 minutes, they were all pretty much set. Tom said, “Well, let’s get over to the kitchen – we’re supposed to help out for the first day or two. Not all the staff are here yet and there’s only one cook.”

When they started walking toward the cabin door, Brian laughed. “Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?” He walked over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. As he started pulling the t-shirt over his head, he heard Tom laugh.

“Hey, what’re you doing? No clothes allowed, remember? Get that t-shirt off right now!”

He felt a pair of hands grab the shirt where it was – halfway over his head – and jerk it back off. He gaped at Corey, who was holding the t-shirt in one hand and looking at him with a puzzled expression. “What’re you doing? I’m putting some clothes on. If we’re going outside, I’m sure as hell not going bare-ass.”

Tom and Corey looked at each other and burst out laughing. “You’re not kidding, are you? Didn’t you look at the brochure? Didn’t you read the regulations?”

Brian found himself blushing. “Well, no, not entirely. I figured I knew how it worked – I’ve been going to camp every year since I was a kid.”

Tom grinned at him. “Kid, this is a nature camp. That means no clothes. Why do you think they changed the name to Sunawatchee? Surely you knew that?” He knew Brian wouldn’t want to look like a complete idiot.

Sure enough, even though Brian’s mind was spinning in circles and he wanted to scream, he did what he could to try to recover a little ground. “Well… sure, I knew that. I… I just thought that wouldn’t apply until the regular campers got here.”

“Well, of course it does – you’re gonna be bareass naked from now until the end of the summer, so get used to it.” Tom was in control again. “OK, come on, let’s get going. I don’t want istanbul travestileri to be late on our first day. They do keep track of demerits, you know.” He grabbed Brian by the arm and started toward the door. Brian wanted to break away, but he realized he’d have to go along with it. If he acted like a kid, they’d lose all respect for him.

Once they were out on the grass, Brian tried to act nonchalant. He realized this was the first time he remembered ever being bare naked outdoors. It felt funny to feel the breeze between his legs and around his balls. In a way, it was kind of pleasant.

“Hey, this must be your first year at a nature camp. Look at that tan line,” Corey said. The two experienced naturists examined Brian’s body. Brian felt a little self-conscious, aware of the two teenagers’ eyes on his big cock as it swung back and forth, bouncing from one thigh to the other as he walked.

Tom chimed in, “You got one hell of a body, though. You must be an athlete, right?”

Brian tried to sound offhand as he answered, “Yeah – I was the catcher for our high school baseball team. We did pretty good this year – made it to the state championships.” He blushed as he noticed Corey dropping back and checking out his muscular catcher’s butt. He knew he was pretty well-developed back there.

Tom nodded respectfully, “Well, Pierre’s sure gonna like you.”

That sounded a little ominous.

“Uh… who’s Pierre?”

Corey laughed. “He’s the cook. The owners are crazy about him – they ship him in every summer. We’re lucky they assigned him here. He’s a great cook.”

“But… uh… what do you mean about him liking me? Does he like baseball or something?”

They both laughed as if he’d said something hilarious. “Oh, yeah,” Tom replied. “He loves baseball players. Keep in mind, though – Pierre’s not a naturist himself. He’ll be wearing clothes – thank God!” They both laughed again. “No, Pierre just likes the boys a little more than he should.” Brian’s eyes widened. “But don’t worry – he’s harmless. He just likes to look.”

“Oh, God!” Brian was thinking, just as they reached the dining hall, more conscious than ever of the way his big cock was flopping around. Tom and Corey led the way in and through a door at the back that took them into the kitchen. Brian followed anxiously and was horrified to see an enormous bear of a man welcoming them with a huge leer on his face. He looked more like a professional wrestler than a cook, and Brian noticed that he had yet to raise his eyes above waist level. He saw the man’s eyes widen as he focussed on Brian’s fat cock and balls. Pierre’s eyes slowly panned up Brian’s body, taking in every square inch of the teenager’s flat abs and big pecs until finally he reached his blushing face.

“Ah, and what a beauty! Beautiful face, too, eh?” Pierre roared as if he’d made a joke. “You will help Pierre in kitchen today. Inspire Pierre to new heights of glory. We together create something… something incredible!” He laughed again when he saw Brian’s horrified reaction. “You no be afraid. Pierre not hurt you. You are… inspiration only!”

“Well, I guess that’s it, then – you’ll be kitchen help today, Brian,” Tom grinned. “We’ll be out getting the tables and stuff ready. If you need anything, just let out a holler. We’ll be on the other side of the door.” He winked conspiratorially at Brian.

Pierre assigned Brian to the task of cleaning off the counters and floor. He started with the counters – at least that way his front was concealed. But sooner or later, he had to do the floors. This involved getting down on all fours with a scrub brush. To get any leverage at all for the scrubbing, he found he had to spread his knees wide and lean forward to press down – hard – on the scrub brush. The vision of his snow-white ass, thrust up in the air, spread wide to reveal his tiny pink asshole was almost more than Pierre could take. With a tiny groan, he stopped all pretense of working and just stared at the hot young baseball player.

While Brian realized that Pierre was probably sneaking peeks at him, he had no idea the man was simply standing behind him and staring at the spectacular view he was offering, his bare ass wiggling in rhythm with his scrubbing. Pierre was totally entranced as he watched the teenager’s dangling ball sac and huge cock, swinging back and forth between his wide-spread thighs.

In the meantime, Tom and Corey, curious that there were no sounds at all coming from the kitchen, quietly opened the door a crack to see what was going on. When they saw the display Brian was putting on, their mouths dropped open. Just as Brian was about to turn around to see why everything was so quiet, Don came up behind the two spying counsellors and pushed past them into the kitchen with a breezy, “Well, so how’s everything going here?”

He looked down and saw Brian’s bare ass, spread wide as he scrubbed the floor. “Oh, my God!” he exclaimed.

Brian jerked his head around, alarmed. travesti istanbul He saw a shocked (and completely naked) Don staring down at him. He flushed as he realized what a sight he must be from that angle.

“I didn’t realize this was your first year at a naturist camp. There are certain procedures…” Don looked accusingly at the other two boys. “Why didn’t you mention this?”

Tom looked a little chagrined. “Well, we just found out ourselves, the same way you did.”

“Well, you should have brought him right over. You know that newbies need to get greased up or they’ll burn like crazy.” He turned back to Brian. “Here, leave that scrubbing for now and come with me.” He turned to Tom and Corey, “You, too. I’m gonna show you what you need to do, but he’ll be your responsibility from now on.”

Brian awkwardly got to his feet and followed the older man out of the building and across a grassy lawn to the administration cabin, the other two counsellors just behind him. He still didn’t really have the hang of walking naked and he found himself blushing at the loud slap-slapping sound of his cock and balls as they swung from thigh to thigh. It sounded obscene over the faint sound of songbirds on this quiet summer day.

Once in his office, Don told Brian to bend over and rest his chest on his desk. The desk was lower than the teenager expected and he rested his weight on his arms instead.

“Not like that. Your chest directly on the surface. I want your ass in the air. And spread your legs while you’re at it – at least three feet apart. I’ve got to get this stuff everywhere that the sun don’t shine – or at least everywhere that it hasn’t shined so far.” Don chuckled at his own wit while Brian struggled to achieve the position his supervisor wanted him in. It was actually surprisingly comfortable.

Don poured some heavy-duty sunscreen over both his hands and rubbed them together. “OK, now, guys, watch carefully – you’ll be doing this three times a day for the next couple of weeks and I don’t want you screwing it up.” He placed one greasy palm on each of Brian’s full, round asscheeks and began spreading the lotion over the teenager’s smooth pale skin, making wide circular motions. As he spread the lotion, he also spread the cheeks, exposing Brian’s deep crack to the view of the other two boys. With every rotation, he used his greasy thumbs to spread the liquid up and down Brian’s asscrack, firmly massaging every inch of surface until the lotion was absorbed. “And be sure not to skimp down here – you’d be surprised how much sun makes it between the cheeks, and there’s nothing more painful than a sunburned asshole.” Suiting actions to words, he concentrated for a few minutes on massaging the liquid thoroughly into Brian’s tight pink little hole, alternately pressing the tips of his thumbs an inch or two inside.

Brian gasped and wiggled his ass at the unexpected sensation – no one had ever even seen his asshole before and to have a man rubbing it was making him breathless.

Don finished by rubbing a serious amount of lotion into the smooth area below his asshole and his balls. Without warning, he stopped and gave Brian a sharp slap across the right asscheek. “OK, stand up and turn around. We’re almost done.”

“Yow!” Brian’s ass bounced in reaction, exposing his greasy pink asshole to everyone in the room. He quickly stood up and turned around, relieved to have his most vulnerable spot at least a little bit concealed again.

Don quickly and thoroughly lubricated Brian’s groin and hips, then continued his instruction, “Now don’t get all squeamish – you’ve got to be sure and get his cock and balls completely protected.” He gently but firmly massaged Brian’s balls until they were as shiny and greasy as the rest of him. He then grasped Brian’s big, uncut cock and began stroking and massaging the lotion into the length of it. Brian gasped sharply and his cock became instantly as hard as a rock. “My God, this thing is huge! Look at it! I can barely get my hand around it.” Don kept up a running commentary as he stroked the teenager’s huge hard-on until it was leaking seriously and pointing its full 10-inches directly at the ceiling.

As abruptly as he had started, he stopped, leaving Brian gasping and his rigid cock jerking and bouncing. When Don let go of it, it flew up and hit the boy’s belly with a loud, liquid “Thwappp!” that almost brought the boy to orgasm. It took every ounce of control for him to control his breathing and he tried to think distracting thoughts, doing everything he could to lose this huge embarrassing erection. Slowly it began sagging – still huge and shiny with sunscreen, but no longer pointing north, it finally subsided to the point where it was merely sticking straight out in front of him. He was embarrassed to see that both the counsellors were still staring at it.

“Well, guys, everything clear?” Don handed the tube of sunscreen to Tom. “I want you to apply at least that much three times a day – first thing in the morning, again about noon, and again about 4 p.m. That should take care of it. Do that for about two weeks and I’ll look him over again. If his color looks good then, we can cut back for the rest of the summer – maybe just once a day or so.”

Cumnoisseur Ch. 05

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“Did you brush your teeth?” Logan asked me when I met him near the staircase that led us to the building’s entrance.

“Of course.”

We crossed the hallway and met the sun outdoors. It would be another hot day. I had my sports gear in my backpack, plus a few books, and a notebook with unfinished essays I had to deliver.

“That’s sad you gotta brush your teeth. I like it better when I can smell my cum in your breath.”

“Asshole,” I hit him in the head while he laughed like a crazy bastard.

“No. Seriously. It’s hot. It reminds me that you have my cum in your belly, that’s all. And that’s hot. You know that.”

“Stop it, dude. Someone can hear you,” I looked around to make sure no one had heard him.

“OK, I’ll change words and see if it works. I think it’s hot to know you’re drinking my eggplant juice,” he grabbed his crotch with his right hand and squeezed it hard while he continued laughing.

“Bastard,” I ended up laughing too. Logan could be an idiot but he was fun.

We waved at a few friends and talked to other guys before reaching the classroom. Logan and I had many classes together. We were inseparable for the good and for the bad.

“I forgot to say that I bought something that I hope will help you with your ‘hard’ problem. Just not sure if it’ll work, but we gotta try. A few guys online said it does the trick, so we gotta try.”

“Dude, can’t you talk about something else?”

“Course not.” We sat down next to each other as usual. “Number one priority, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s getting annoying,” I sighed as I reached for a book in my backpack.

“Deal with it, dude. Till we’re done with those bitches.”

I yawned. For how long would I need to wake up one hour earlier than usual just to drink cum?

“By the way,” he continued “pass me your phone.”

“What for?”

“Just do it,” I did as he asked. “Unlock it, fucker.”

He typed a few stuff over there. It wasn’t easy to use my phone because the screen was cracked. I could have it fixed, but I liked the way it looked. I guess it was more macho broken like this. It showed how tough I was.

“Here, I made you a profile over there,” he gave me my phone back. I couldn’t see the pictures clearly, but I guess there was the picture of a dick on the top and the word cum somewhere.

“What the fuck is this? I don’t want photos of dick on my phone.”

Now, it was his turn to shush me.

“Calm down. It’s just the forum’s logo, geez! This is a forum of chicks who like to swallow jizz like you. That’s all. And a few of them could help you out to get more creative.”

“How do you know this?”

“I’m making my research. I told you. I was looking for forums that can help you with the stuff you need to know. Those bitches are nasty. You gotta see.” Logan was getting excited as he sat up straight and moved his face closer to mine. “You won’t believe the shit they say and do. I made a profile for you, totally discreet. This way, you can make them questions like what to say to make me happy.”

I wasn’t too smart, but I understood that Logan decided to show me that site inside the classroom, so I’d be forced to hold myself. I was thinking about arguing regardless, but the professor was inside the classroom and the class was about to start. The fucker waited for the perfect time to throw this on me.

Logan knew I couldn’t hold my anger for too long because other stuff would eventually change my mood. So, twenty minutes later, I had forgotten what he’s done. Another hour and it felt like nothing had happened.

We had our first break and headed to the toilet together.

“I found a few bitches who are willing to tell you what to say to me when you drink my juice.”

The hallway was busy with people rushing in all directions. It wasn’t easy to listen to Logan with all the loud voices in the background.

“What are you talking about?”

“The forum. You check it later. There are a couple of them on your profile under the friends’ zone. Talk to them.”

“That’s sick, dude. Do you want me to talk with them about swallowing your… juice?”

“They are nice. Don’t be like that. Besides, they’ll never know who you are. Listen, I’m doing a lot for you, so can you do this for me?”

I sighed. I was opening the door to the toilet, but Logan stopped me. He suggested we should try the restroom upstairs. Logan’s desire on trying different toilets was something new and unexpected, but I didn’t see any problem with it. I followed him while he showed me the way. My friend smiled like a child. Yeah, he was happy but also cautious. I caught him looking over his shoulder and across open doors before turning left into an empty corridor.

We entered the toilet that was calm as usual. Logan and I pissed in the urinals and before I could reach the sink he invited me into a stall.

“What for?”

“I wanna cum. Got a fucking boner here that needs attention,” he explained with his hand groping his crotch. The way he grinned and bit his lower lips at the same time indicated he was imagining something nasty.

“And why istanbul travesti do you need me?”

“Dude, you swore you’d do this for me. You promised you’d never let me waste my cum again. If I got to cum, you’ll handle it. You promised.”

“Did I?” I didn’t remember. I knew he had said so many things on the previous day, but I couldn’t remember the details. Shit, I couldn’t believe I’ve gotten myself into this.

“Yeah. So, get in coz I wanna cum and now you must swallow it. You said you would. C’mon. If I see my cum being flushed away I won’t feel like talking to you again, man. Seriously. You promised me.” He wouldn’t stop until I walked toward the stall. He nodded and flashed me another grin.

We squeezed ourselves into the cubicle. It wasn’t easy to find the best spot over there, but I managed to stay far enough so his dick wouldn’t touch me. The thought of it disgusted me tremendously.

“Dude, when you swallow your jizz, where do you cum? In your hand?” He asked me.

“You say it like I do that all the time. I did it only once.”

“Whatever. Where was it?”

“Yeah, in the hand. Why?”

“Coz I’m gonna cum and there’s no bowl here. I could cum in my hand, but I think you can help me out here. Just put your open hands near my dick and I’ll aim it over there.”

“Seriously?”

“C’mon, you’ve done this already. You’re fucking swallowing my seed, man. What’s wrong with touching it? Do it coz I’m about to cum.”

Logan was jerking faster, and I could see he was about to nut. I quickly opened my hand to get it coz I knew the consequence if I failed to comply. Besides, he was right. It wouldn’t harm me to touch his jizz.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He announced. His body shook while his hands stroke his meat furiously. He looked up knowing he could trust me.

There were five full spurts of thick cum on the palm of my hands. So thick and creamy. Logan’s hand was still milking his cock but much slower now. We noticed there was still cum stuck to the head of his dick. He looked at me and grinned.

“Do you want me to waste that?”

“I ain’t touching your dick. No way in hell. That’s never happening.”

“Fuck. Waste then. I think I don’t wanna touch my jizz ever again. I never liked it anyway, but I had no option,” he reached for the toilet paper and cleaned the wet tip.

“I thought you said you liked it…” I was a little confused.

“Nah, I said it’s like a granny’s dinner. And, in this case, I’m the granny. No, that sounds weird. I’m the cook. And a cook never likes his own food, right? We just like to feed others. I like feeding you. I said it’s hot.”

“I just don’t understand how I’ll be able to take notes here,” I was thinking about the usual process of swallowing his jizz and writing down how it tasted.

“Nah. In cases like this, you swallow for my enjoyment only. No science. You’re doing me a favour, that’s all. Well, unless you like the taste. Then I’ll be the one doing the favour.”

He was trying to twist our arrangement again. He was very good at it.

“I don’t.”

“Uh?”

The son of a bitch had me in a trap. I swore I’d say his jizz tasted great even if it didn’t. I had no way out of this.

“I mean, it’s not that bad…”

“Uh?”

“Yeah, it’s quite good, ok?”

“Fuck, you’re horrible at that, but I knew you’d like it. So, go on and swallow everything. To the last drop.”

I saw my palms getting closer to my face until I closed my eyes and licked my hands clean.

“So?” He asked while he finished cleaning his dick with the toilet paper.

“Delicious. Really good. Thanks.”

I wished I could say something different. This was perhaps the first time I felt genuinely humiliated. This wasn’t about getting my cum to taste better. This had nothing to do with revenge against those two bitches. This was simply for Logan’s amusement.

“It’s alright, squirt. As I said, it’s hot to feed you. But you gotta work on the things you say to me. From what I see, you’re the only one enjoying our deal. Getting to drink all this delicious spunk and still growing a real dick. You gotta pay me back somehow, so work on it, k?”

I could only wonder how many times Logan could cum in a day. No wonder, he was asking me for formulas and pills that could enhance his sexual performance. I know his record was seven times in a single day, but he wanted to double that soon.

“We don’t have much time left before meeting those bitches. We must do the impossible. I’ve heard that Sarah is already spreading rumours about us among the girls.”

“No shit.” I was surprised. I couldn’t believe we had been that bad.

“Yeah. I’m telling ya. Soon, they’ll be all laughing at us and no more head till the end of our days here. Dude, you gotta take this more seriously. This is about our honour. We don’t do this right and we’re doomed for four fucking years. We’re gonna be the biggest losers ever. They may even make songs about us.”

There were songs about frustrated losers on the campus. That was normal with the wrestling team. I couldn’t remember a song about a sexually istanbul travestileri frustrated loser, but it should have a few around. I didn’t want to be immortalized in such a fashion.

“I’ll do my best. I swear,” I was worried.

“You better. I don’t want my name in a song. You get it, right?”

I didn’t know I could feel more guilty, but I did. Logan didn’t want to hear my whining. Was I complaining that much? I thought I was being quite cooperative.

“You know what we should do? I was thinking it could be a good idea if we quit a few subjects this semester and did only the essential ones. We haven’t had any exams yet, so we wouldn’t lose much. Then we can finish them in the next year. We would have the whole afternoons free, except when we’re training. What do you say?”

“I don’t know, man. My pa wouldn’t be happy about it…”

“You don’t need to tell your rents. I won’t tell mine. We can do it together next year. No big deal. A lot of guys do that. We need this time for our project.”

“And what would we do?”

“We’ll take the time to develop our juice formula and to turn your weenie into a proper dick. I also need time to cum and you to swallow. What if we called in sick and skipped the next week of classes just to see how it goes? If we can make good progress, then we quit the classes altogether. We should at least give it a try. We don’t want to be in a loser song, right?”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right,” I was a little unsure, but Logan knew what to say to convince me.

“Sweet,” he took my answer as a clear ‘yes.’ “Take the afternoon today and go to town. There’s a big sex shop near the main avenue. Find pills that can keep me hard during the day and something that makes me cum more. Do a little research before lunch.”

Logan took a different class that time of the day, so I’d be on my own. I knew I’d have enough time to find what pills to buy.

I didn’t hear a word the teacher said. It wouldn’t be important anymore regardless. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be taking that class again.

I took a few notes and found the address for the sex shop Logan mentioned.

Before putting my phone back in my pocket, I took a few minutes to see what that forum was about. There were a few messages in my mailbox. A chick named ‘cumnoisseur’ had left me one with the title ‘tips’.

I opened it.

“Hey cumbreath. Nursing_jock said you needed to learn how to thank him for his jizz. He also said you got a few things to ask me. What’s that? Are you there?”

Everything seemed so wrong. First of all, I was talking with a woman about me doing things only women do. Men don’t swallow sperm. What would she think of me? Second, what’s the deal with these nicknames?

I got a message from Logan.

‘A chick in the forum said he sent you a message. Answer her. Just start a conversation.’

I thought of replying but this could lead to a pointless discussion. Besides, I didn’t want to waste my time typing several messages that would take me nowhere. On the other hand, if I didn’t say anything, I’d be agreeing to do what Logan asked. I thought about it for a while. It couldn’t hurt to talk with this woman. It would be way less painful than fighting Logan. I got my phone again and logged in to the forum.

‘Hi. Yeah. This is weird. I don’t know what my friend told you.’

Sent. The answer didn’t take too long to pop.

‘Hi. It’s alright. Don’t be afraid. I’m a friend. You can trust me. You can ask me whatever you want.’

A friend? I didn’t even know her.

‘Do you like to drink cum?’

I made an obvious question. We were in a forum for women who liked to drink cum, what else would she be doing there? I decided to send another question so she wouldn’t think I was stupid.

‘What you all talk about here?’

The answers kept coming quickly.

‘Love cum. We talk about our passion. The types of cum, the taste, where to find guys willing to feed us, anything related to it. What about you? What do you like the most about it?’

‘No. I don’t like it… This is so weird.’

‘It’s alright. But it’s funny. Your friend said you loved it, but you couldn’t say it out loud. That’s why I decided to help you. If you don’t like it then what are you doing here?’

This wasn’t good. I didn’t know what Logan had said to this woman. He could have said anything. Texting is always a problem because you can never say what the other person is feeling without looking at them. Was she angry because I was wasting her time? Did she think I was lying to her? Even worse, what if she thought Logan had lied to her? She wouldn’t talk to me anymore, and he would be pissed coz I wasted his time too.

‘I like it. But as you said, It’s just hard to admit. You know…’

‘I understand. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You men are so lucky. You can drink it whenever you want. Fuck, I wish I had balls kkkk Do you like your own or only his?’

‘Only his.’ I was so embarrassed. What was I saying?

‘It’s ok. Some men are made to feed and others to be fed. That’s normal. Some seeds are stronger travesti istanbul than others.’

I was a little lost here. Was she saying some men are born to drink cum? It didn’t make any sense to me. I was a slow reader. I should’ve understood it wrong. Anyway, it didn’t matter.

‘Why stronger?’

‘There are different types of cum. Your friend must have the good one. The one that is made to be tasted and swallowed. You know, the thick and tasty one. Yours must be the bad one. Guys who squirt watery and bland jizz no one likes to swallow.’

I felt hurt. Was she saying chicks would never swallow my jizz?

‘My jizz is good. I bet you’d love it.’

‘So, you’d swallowed yours?’

Fuck. I didn’t want to get there.

‘Yeah…’

‘But you prefer your friend’s? Coz you don’t need to swallow his if you have your own. So, why do you swallow his?’

This woman was trying to piss me off. Honestly, I didn’t know what else to say besides degrading myself a little further.

‘Coz his is better. Ok? There you go.’

‘I bet it is. But you’re lucky. You have him to feed you. There are other men out there with cum as good as his. You will find plenty.’

‘No. Thanks,’ I laughed quietly. This woman didn’t know shit about me. Only in her dreams I’d swallow the cum of other men besides Logan.

‘So, he said you’re a terrible taker. You can’t praise him for his load. You ain’t thankful enough.’

‘Yeah. I don’t know what to say.”

I suddenly panicked. What was I doing? Talking to a stranger about something so nasty. Exposing myself like that. What for?

‘Listen. I feel you. I don’t think you like cum at all, do you? You can be honest with me. I won’t tell your friend.’

I was expecting that.

‘Thank god. Yeah, sorry. I hate it.’

‘So why are you drinking it?’

‘Coz we want to improve our jizz taste so chicks will drink it. But he hates cum and can’t put it in his mouth.’

‘And you can?’

‘It’s not that bad. I’ve tried mine before,’ I thought of saying something different but I didn’t want her to know my intimacy.

‘It makes sense. Some men really hate cum. It can make them sick.’

‘No shit.’

‘Yeah. Some throw up for days if it touches their tongue. Some can’t even touch it.’

‘Fuck. I didn’t know that,’ it made total sense to me. Logan wouldn’t trick or fool me. He didn’t lie when he said I was the only one who could help him.

‘It’s good you’re both in this together. But be honest with me. Do you really hate it? If you did you wouldn’t be drinking it.’

‘It’s not that bad. But it ain’t right,’ I typed after a brief sigh.

‘Why not?’

‘Coz I’m a man. Men don’t do this shit.’

‘Well, you’re a man and you’re doing it, right? One thing has nothing to do with the other. You can be a man and still enjoy your friend’s cum.’

‘I dunno.’

‘He said he wants you to thank him. I don’t get it. Given your arrangement with him, he should be the one thanking you.’

Very weird, but her sweet talk made me feel like telling her everything that had happened between Logan and me. I needed to open up to someone, and sometimes it’s so much easier to speak with strangers. Maybe I could trust her. She knew a part of me not even my closest friends did anyway. I told her what happened with Sarah and Michelle. How my willy was so small and they hated it. How Logan said ‘no’ to them just to help me.

‘Wow, he’s such a good friend,’ she said.

‘I know.’

‘Now I understand. Yeah, you must be more thankful. You don’t find friends like this anymore. You’re so lucky.’

‘Yeah. He’s a great guy. Just dunno what to do.’

‘There’s one thing you must do before anything.’

‘What’s that?’

‘You need to start liking his cum for real. You can’t pretend something like this or he’ll never believe you.’

‘That’s weird. I can’t do that.’

‘Course you can. You said that his cum isn’t bad, which means it’s good. You know it’s good. Besides, this is only between you and him. You gotta give him something or you’re being unfair.’

‘And what should I do? This is impossible. You can’t just change that.’

‘Relax. It’s been done several times before. This forum is full of chicks that hate the taste of cum and want to change it so they can please their boyfriends. Their cases are even worse than yours. They really hate cum. You like it somehow. You just need to love it instead.”

I read those words and couldn’t help but think about what I was doing. Yeah, it came to me again. What kind of dude would talk about this kind of shit with a chick? The class was ending. I got my notebook and found the sex shop’s address and the names of a few pills that I had written down. They should have one of them. I was not even thinking about the reason why I needed to do this, but I did.

I didn’t answer cumnoisseur back till I was on the bus on my way to the city. I fished for my phone and started typing. I couldn’t think too much at this stage. I had to be a good friend to Logan. I was being such an asshole judging him.

‘Can’t see it happening. How did they do it?’ I was honestly curious. I’ve tried to convince chicks before about how cum was good and how they’d love it if they gave it a try. I never believed in my words, but everything seemed fine when I had girls swallowing my cum, which never happened.

Bathhouse Sissy Pt. 01

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As I gripped the thick black shaft in my hand while letting the older bull kiss me in the dark basement of the bathhouse, I realized I was hornier than I’d ever been in my 18 year old life. My tightly clenched but curious anus quivered and throbbed when he placed a calloused finger against it and rubbed.

“Fuck yeah, you little white sissy boys love black cock don’t you?” He whispered in my ear, and the three other black men standing in a circle around us snickered.

“Y…yes Daddy,” I whimpered submissively, already learning how to please my black master. For my reward he pushed his forefinger into my boi pussy and spread my legs further apart. His friend Jamal offered me another hit of poppers and I inhaled greedily, loving the feeling the little brown bottle gave me as I gave in to black superiority. The rush made my head spin as my little dick got harder and my asshole relaxed. I leaned forward and gratefully kissed Jamal’s musky nutsack.

I arched my back and whimpered as he fingerfucked me in the darkened basement of the bathhouse. “Am I doing it right, Daddy?” My question was muffled by the huge black ballsack draped over my pert little nose.

I had discovered bathhouses reading the local underground newspaper. Not knowing what to expect, my ID in hand, I went to the seedy district of Los Angeles and entered a shabby looking building. The man behind the glass leered. I looked young for my age, skinny istanbul travesti blond and blue eyed. I took a lot of ribbing at school. I had let my hair grow kinda long which wasn’t fashionable.

“Here’s your towel, you want some poppers too?” The attendant asked. “You look like the type.”

“Poppers, what are those?” I asked nervously. “Like candy?”

“Yeah kid, just like candy. Here this one’s on the house.” He handed me a little brown bottle and gave me a locker key and a towel. I descended the stairs and walked into a room full of glory holes and naked men. I trembled at the thought of touching a big throbbing cock and gasped when a big alpha black man motioned for me to cross the room to where he sat with his friends.

I obeyed unthinkingly.

Five alpha black men eyed me and spread their legs to give me a good look at their engorged cocks twitching and pointing at me. I licked my lips and held up the little brown bottle. “The guy at the counter gave me this but I don’t know how to use it,” I said shyly and they all chuckled.

“Don’t pay them no mind,” said the biggest and blackest. “Everybody has to start somewhere baby. My name is M.G. Let me hook you up.”

He showed me how to close one nostril while inhaling deeply with the other. His friends cheered as I huffed several times. My head grew light and my hairless pale dick got hard, though I was humiliated by how small I was compared istanbul travestileri to my new friends. Curiously, that only made me hornier.

M.G. grabbed my wrist and directed my hand to his thick pulsating cock. My fingers could barely encircle the engorged shaft but it felt so natural as I grew more fem by the second.

Someone put the little brown bottle up to my nose again and a whispering voice in my ear said, “Take another hit pussy boy, before M. G. owns you.”

I looked up after deeply inhaling to thank the man but he only sneered at me and grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me down on M.G’s massive cockmeat. My lips touched the smooth shaft and I whimpered in ecstasy.

I kissed his smooth purple cockhead and when I looked up into his eyes nervously, a string of precum joined my puffy pink lips to his thick shaft. He took my chin in his hand and leaned close. In a tender voice he said. ” Don’t be scared, pussyboy. You’re my bitch tonight and Daddy is gonna fuck you right.”

I stuttered, ” I d… don’t think I’m ready for that tonight.”

He asked me if I knew what rimming was and I shook my head. The other black men snickered again. I felt so humiliated and turned on. MG gave another hit. The room spun. He turned, winked to his friends and shoved my puffy sissy lips up against his musky asshole. My nose flared at the stink and my eyes went wide as he mashed his butthole on my face. travesti istanbul Confused, I tentatively kissed his black anus. My head swam and Daddy grunted.

I began licking. Oh God Daddy. I love Rimming! I thought.

“Get up in there bitch!” Daddy growled, and I curled my tongue instinctively so I could get further up his puckered asshole.

I moaned, leaning into it on my hands and knees in the dark basement. My boi pussy swayed in the warm air and one of Daddy’s friends fingered me as I learned how to rim.

As I licked his musky anus, Daddy caressed my earlobe tenderly and sighed. I felt ashamed and proud at the same time.

Abruptly he pulled away, turned about and grabbed me by my slender shoulders. He pulled me up so we were face to face and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby.

My heart was hammering. ” No… I can’t. I never done that.”

The room was full of snickering and the smell of black cock.

He slapped me with a big open hand. ” Bitch, you never say no to your Daddy.” He growled.

I whimpered through my tears, “Sorry Daddy please don’t be mad.”

The other men laughed. My boi clitty was erect.

“Just for that I’m letting Jerome go first.” Daddy held me firmly while Jerome moved into place behind me. Someone else placed a finger over one of my nostrils and held the bottle of poppers under the other. I inhaled soooo deeply. That’s when I felt the huge smooth cockhead touch my quivering anus. Oh God!

The room spun and my tight virgin asshole relaxed ever so slightly. Jerome pushed forward, Daddy cupped my face in his hands and kissed me as the black cock slid past my anal ring. I was being fucked like a girl.

Not in That Way Ch. 02

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Chapter 2: Dustin realizes that Gabe isn’t easy to get rid of

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“What do you mean you’re gay?”

Gabe shrugs his shoulders, “I mean exactly what I just told you.” He walks into the pantry and pulls out a bag of chips. “I’m gay. I like dudes. Strictly dickly.” He rips open the bag and spills a couple onto a plate.

“How many other ways can I say it before you believe me?”

I physically facepalm, looking back at him while he reaches for the jar of salsa and digs in. “I understand what you’re saying, bro. What I don’t get is how sudden it feels.”

We’ve been friends for almost a year now and fuck if that didn’t feel like a rollercoaster already. Gabe is just one of those people who consumes you, and after a week of casual hang outs, it already felt like he knew me better than anyone else at school. He called me his best friend a month after we first met for coffee and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same.

The only thing that separates us is the fact that I’m completely in love with him, and he- being the carefree and casual person that he is- has no idea. In all this time of knowing Gabe, I never once suspected him of being gay. Most times it felt like a full time job having to indirectly break hearts on his behalf, with me having to tell a number of girls that he’s not interested in them whenever they’d ask me. He’s dated plenty, though none of them seem to last long enough for it to mean something.

Maybe this is the reason why.

He looks at me, confused. I sigh, “Gabe, just two weeks ago, you went to Homecoming with Mel. How long have you known?” I ask him, “Did you know that night?”

He stops and stares at the plate of tortilla chips and carefully tosses them around until he finds the perfect one. He’s choosing his chips much like how he’s choosing his words.

“Not exactly.”

I’m trying to work out some situation where all of this makes sense. I open my mouth to respond but he stops me, “Look Dust, who cares when I realized it? That doesn’t matter.” He sighs, “I know now and I’m certain of it,”

Gabe looks visibly annoyed at this point. He mutters, “I would have expected a little more support from my best friend. God knows I was there for you when you came out.”

I stop, dead in my tracks. He’s right, he’s absolutely fucking right. I rush around the island that separates us and pull him into a hug- one that knocks the life outta him and nearly sends him to the floor.

He chokes on a few chips as I grip him tightly, feeling closer than I ever dared to be before. When you have a crush this big, physical touch is a slippery slope. Gabe’s never been shy of hugs or leaning in when we’re sitting close, but I, myself, make sure to draw an invisible line between us and insist on never crossing it. Still, this feels like a fair exception. And the way he’s holding me back, makes it worth it.

“I’m sorry I reacted that way.” I let that linger for a few seconds, making sure he catches every nuance of my words. “I’m just really taken aback, man. Not that you owe me an explanation at all.” I sigh, “It’s just new.”

You’d think that him coming out would be a reason for celebration for me, but it’s not. For the past year, I’ve found comfort in the fact that, no matter how much I like him, he simply doesn’t like guys. Yet now, that safehouse of an idea is compromised, and I’m left with the reality that he can like any guy in the world- but he doesn’t like me.

I shelve that painful thought for another day. Right now, he needs me.

I pull off and his expression lightens to the point where it’s like he never even complained in the first place. “You’re my best friend, Gabe, and I support you no matter what.”

I swear I can see him misty-eyed and trying not to cry in front of me. He places a hand on my shoulder and does that thing where his lips move but he doesn’t speak- almost like his body is trying to tell me something that his mouth won’t allow.

“Thanks Dust.” He says with a smile as I take the seat next to him. The air is heavy between us and I search for some segway out of a potentially vulnerable situation.

“I love how you’re just casually having a snack while coming out to me.” I say as he pours out more chips and places the jar of salsa between us.

He snickers, “You know I eat when I’m stressed.”

I roll my eyes. “So what else is new? Other than the fact that we’re both playing for the same team?”

He laughs before dipping his head back down. Gabe has a lot going on these days- I try not to come on too strong whenever I try to ask how he’s doing. He sighs, “My dad moved out today.” He tells me as he draws a figure eight on the paper plate. “He packed up all of his stuff and left with barely a goodbye.”

“Fuck” I reply. “You said it’s been pretty quiet between you two since they said they were getting a divorce right?”

That was a week and a half ago- just a few days after Homecoming when his parents decided to call it quits. That was a good night, almanbahis and probably some of the most fun we’ve had together- but the days that followed were bad. The way Gabe told me about it makes it seem really sudden, almost like one day everything was fine and then the next, things were falling apart. I don’t know if there’s more to the story that Gabe just isn’t telling me about, but it’s their business, and the only thing I can do is be there for my friend.

“Yup” He says cynically, “Almost complete radio silence.”

“I don’t understand.” I tell him, truthfully. In all the time that I’ve known Gabe, I can count on my hands how many times I’ve talked to his dad. His mom is warm and kind and makes me feel welcome, but his dad always keeps to himself and only acknowledges me when I’m at their house. Still, I didn’t expect him to be like this- and I remind myself to give Gabe the space to tell me when he’s ready.

He sighs again, “Maybe it’s better this way, Dust.” He looks at me with that same misty-eyed look, though this time it’s not out of happiness, but despair.

“I’d rather not have a dad, than live with the ghost of a father.”

I choose not to respond to that. It’s so dark and raw and the last thing I want is to force him to reconsider his words. This is how he feels, and no matter what anyone says, it’s valid.

Instead, I lean over and hug him again, feeling his scent enter my nose as I breathe him in, desperately trying to suck all the bad energy from his body.

If there was a way I could take the pain away from him, then I would, in a heartbeat.

***

It’s two days after Gabe and I went clubbing and I’m just lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I can hear the cars driving by as my phone goes off. I sluggishly reach for it and see three texts from Gabe, not surprised since he’s such a morning person and has probably just come back from a run.

I read, dipping into his voice as I scroll through the messages.

“Dude where are you?”

“Hello? You dead in a ditch, or what?”

“Fuck it. But I call dibs on your TV and all the fancy shoes you never wear.”

I chuckle, realizing that these messages were within five minutes of each other. Maybe it’s a bit much, but Gabe isn’t one for subtlety. Sundays are usually spent hanging out, but I decided to sleep in today.

I text back, “Those shoes are worth more than you make in six months.”

He types back instantly, filling my bottom screen with that moving ellipsis. “Even more reason to hand them over.”

I sent him the eye roll emoji as he types back, “Going home to see my mom today.” He sends another one, “I’ll bring back some of those cookies from MaryAnn’s that you love so much.”

I thank him and toss my phone aside, reliving the words I said the other day.

“We love each other, but not in that way.”

I wallow in those emotions for a bit, thinking back to when I heard that Sam Smith song for the first time. It was just after Gabe had gotten together with this guy named Kyle. Hindsight proved that they wouldn’t even last three months, but back then, it felt like I had lost a race- one that Gabe didn’t even know I was competing in. I remember coming back to my apartment and playing a laundry list of sad songs that Spotify had to offer until that one came.

It felt like I was singing those words directly to him.

And I hate to say I love you

When it’s so hard for me

And I hate to say I want you

When you make it so clear

You don’t want me

I’d never ask you ’cause deep down

I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say “I’m sorry, believe me, I love you

But not in that way”

I remember crying really fucking hard that night, feeling so defeated. Why did he have to choose me as a friend? Why did he have to put me in a box- one that he’d take with him everywhere but never open. .

I don’t play that song anymore because it hits too hard. I look back up at the ceiling and force myself out of bed. If there’s one thing I could use right now, other than a cup of coffee, it’s perspective.

***

A half hour later, I’m on a train on my way to see my sister, Grace. She lives just outside of the city- almost a perfect distance between my apartment and our childhood home. I sent her a text before I hopped in the shower saying I needed to talk.

By the time I finished, she’d replied, saying, “Good. Andy’s working today and god knows I could use some help with these kids.”

I reply with a laughing emoji as I get dressed, making sure to stop by one of the donut shops by my place before I leave the city. A little while later, I leave the station and walk the three blocks to her and Andy’s place. They moved out here shortly after their daughter Ella was born, and soon after they had two more kids on the way. I know better than to pretend this is just a case of me visiting family. God knows I escape here to the suburbs whenever things feel like they’re closing in.

Grace almanbahis giriş answers almost immediately after the first knock, wearing her classic sweatpants with her hair in a messy bun.

“Thank god” She says, pulling the door open while she carries Mikey, the littlest of the bunch with one hand. I set the donuts on the table and she quickly replaces the box with my nephew who stops crying once I grab a hold of him.

“Hey there my favorite little dude.” I say, earning a smile and a laugh.

She sighs loudly, “I swear, I don’t know how you do it. He’s been fussy since Andy left this morning.” She takes a breath, “The girls clung onto me, but Mikey only ever wants his dad, and well now, his uncle.”

I tickle his chest, getting a few more giggles out of him as I turn to my sister, “That’s because you’re outnumbered by all these chicks, huh? Us boys gotta stick together.”

Grace rolls her eyes and reaches for the singular bearclaw in the box, knowing I got it just for her. I hold Mikey for a little while longer before he’s calm enough to place into his highchair, now distracted by the several plushies that have been laid out for him to play with.

On cue, my two nieces run into the living room wearing bright pink dresses along with tassels and pretty much every sparkly accessory you can think of.

“Uncle Dustin!” They both scream out in their high pitched voices as they run up to both sides of me. I give them both a kiss on the cheek, watching their cute faces light up in the process. Ella’s just turned four and Lizzie’s just a year younger. My heart melts whenever I get to see them, with their perpetually excited expressions always making it worthwhile.

Grace pulls them away, and I’m left spitting pink feathers out of my mouth as they hone in on the box of donuts with several coated in bright pink frosting and all the sprinkles they could physically pack on the top.

“Why don’t you two enjoy these in the kitchen?” Grace says as she sets up two chairs along with an iPad with an episode of Peppa Pig already queued up.

They both squeal again, this time surely waking the neighbors. Grace just rolls her eyes again and sits back down, handing me a glass of iced tea from the kitchen on her way back.

“You look good, bro. I’ll be sure to tell mom and dad you’re not completely starving up there.” She says, with her classic mom expression.

“Thanks” I say, taking a drink. “I missed you, and them. I promise I’ll make more time to visit.”

She shrugs me off, “It’s no sweat, Dustin. You have your own life up there.” She says, honestly. “Though I’m sure Andy could use more company. We have him and Mikey outnumbered.”

I laugh, already planning some excuse to come down and hang out with my brother-in-law and nephew.

“How are you?” She asks, resembling our mom so much it almost feels freaky.

I nod, “I’m good, Grace. Work’s been busy and things seem to be going well.” I’m clearly being vague with my answers, but if there’s one thing about my sister, it’s that she has a knack for pulling the truth out of me.

“And what about Tom? I know it’s been like a month but I know you cared about him.”

I stop her, having not come here to obsess over my ex. “I’m over Tom. In retrospect, I think I knew deep down that it wasn’t going anywhere and so it was only a matter of time.” I shrug, “I’ve been keeping busy since, and then there’s Gabe.”

“Ah, the best friend.” She says with a chuckle, “I swear to God he just showed up one day, unannounced and suddenly it was the Dustin and Gabe show.”

I laugh, knowing that she’s not too far off. Grace was a Senior when I’d met Gabe, and I’m sure the last thing she wanted was yet another little brother to have to deal with. They’ve gotten close in the years since, with Gabe always a welcomed guest at any family gathering.

“I’m happy you guys are still close.” She admits, “though I’m pretty sure you’d have to fake a death to get that boy to leave you alone.” By now she’s laughing at her own joke, leaving me and Mikey looking at each other as she settles down.

“That’s the thing.” I start to say, “you know how I’ve had a thing for him?”

She rolls her eyes, “You mean how you’ve been in love with that boy since high school?” She scoffs, “Yes, Dustin, I’m well aware.”

“I swear I don’t make it that obvious!”

“You don’t” she admits, “But I’m your sister and if anyone would pick up on it, it’s me.” She turns her head, “How he has no idea is beyond me.”

I sigh heavily, “I just don’t know how much longer I can do it Grace. I’ve kept up this charade for years now and I can feel it weighing on me.”

“Just the other night, we went out and this stranger was surprised to find out that we weren’t a couple.” I raise my hands, “God knows it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we actually got together! We’re both single and we have so much in common and I feel like if he just gave it a chance to look at me in that light, maybe he’ll see that almanbahis yeni giriş I’m a good guy for him!”

My response is so loud that even Mikey looks freaked out. I apologize, getting that smile back on his face as Grace shakes her head. “Oh Dustin.” she starts to say.

“I think you’ve got to ask yourself why you haven’t told him yet, after all this time.”

I catch my breath, “Because as much as it hurts me to keep pretending that I don’t see him as anything more-” I pause, “I know it’ll hurt worse if he doesn’t feel the same way.”

She puts her hands together, taking a cue from our mom’s playbook as she forces me to look up at her.

“What you guys have- as friends- is more valuable than anything else in the world. He adores you, Dustin. And I think you need to be prepared in case he’ll never see you as someone he wants to be with.”

She lets that sit for a few seconds, “You need to evaluate how you want Gabe in your life- whether you can honestly live with him as just a friend. Or whether you need him to be more.”

I pull my head down, “I just don’t know if I can handle losing him at this point.”

Grace stands up and walks over to give me a hug. There’s just something about my sister that centers me- even when Gabe and his perfect world has me off balance.

Lizzie and Ella come running over and wrap their tiny little arms around the two of us while laughing, filling the room with the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. They think it’s a game, smiling widely with their lips covered in pink frosting, and want nothing more than to play with us. The scene cuts through the heavy emotions easily and soon, I have both girls in my arms as they shower me with kisses while Mikey is giggling off to the side. Grace stands back, looking pretty proud in the most motherly way possible.

For many gay guys, one thought that always crosses our mind is the idea of children, and whether or not it’s in the cards for us. I made peace with the idea that I may not have kids of my own one day- and while that may change down the road and that there are dozens of ways to make even a semblance of that a reality- I’ve learned to accept even the most negative of outcomes.

It’s here, in moments like this, that none of that seems to matter. Even if I don’t end up with a traditional family, I’ll never be alone.

I hang out with Grace and the kids for a few more hours- mostly listening to their stories and letting them show me every toy and object in their room. Grace sneaks away for a bit and I catch her curled up by the fireplace reading a book with Mikey napping just beside her. At some point, Andy comes home, and he’s greeted by the same high pitched squeals that I was. He kisses each of his girls and Mikey, and then flashes me a happy grin as he pulls me into a hug.

“You here to save me?” He asks, with my sister rolling her eyes.

I chuckle. “I just came by to see Grace and give her a bit of a break.” Andy nods and is already listing off things we can do the next time I’m in town. We settle on a barbeque- giving him a chance to break out the grill that Grace had just bought for his birthday last week. We firm up those plans and after a round of goodbyes, Grace is walking me out the door.

She stops at the front porch and reaches for my arm. “Dustin.” She says, as I turn back to her. “Good luck with Gabe. I know that whatever happens, you two will find a way to make it work. There’s no way that you can be out of each other’s lives.”

She smiles, “The universe won’t allow it.”

I nod, thankful at how the years that have passed since we were kids had only brought us closer. “Thank sis.” I say before taking off and walking back towards the train station.

After my visit with Grace, I think about my situation and why it hasn’t worked all these years. Sure, Gabe and I have seen several people since we met, and there have been a couples scares on my end, with me convinced that the newest guy would mean the end of us, but that’s just it: it’s always on my end.

I’ve been so consumed with this crush and making sure to keep Gabe in my life that I’ve never really given a fair chance to any of the guys I’ve dated. They always felt like they were just a distraction, and frankly, I need more of a distraction than ever.

The closest I’ve ever been to getting over Gabe was my relationship with Tom- one that ended pretty poorly, through no fault but my own.

***

Tom and I have just gotten off the freeway and are taking the smaller streets to get to my parents’ house. He’s visibly nervous, biting down on his bottom lip as he lightly taps against the window, half listening as I point out the various landmarks in my hometown.

It’s the first time he’s meeting my family- something that I try to play off, though he’s not helping me out much. We’ve been dating for nearly six months at this point, and honestly, things couldn’t have been going any better. Sure, Gabe is still in the picture and I can tell that neither of them are each other’s biggest fan, but I’m hopeful that things with Tom can last.

I think that’s why meeting my family is such a big deal to the both of us: it’s like the true test of whether or not we have a future.

Jerry’s Heart Pt. 03

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Part 3 — Marshall meets the family and draws closer to Jerry

“So what are we doing for the Fourth?” Marshall asked as he and Jerry made dinner at his Cape Cod for everyone that Monday night. “Winnie’s working but we can have a barbecue at my house and she’ll come by later.”

The couple had settled into a routine together over the last few weeks: Dinner on Monday nights at Marshall’s house, Friday nights at Jerry’s house, and they have dinner without the kids on Wednesday nights after group. Tuesdays and Thursdays were reserved for individual time with their children and on the weekends they alternate, depending on Marshall’s work schedule and Oliver and Randall’s weekends with his in-laws. Independence Day fell on a Wednesday so Jerry and Cody cancelled BASE that next week.

Jerry stalled. “Um…” He sighed. “It’s Randy’s birthday so we typically have a barbecue at the house with Randy’s family and then at 7:04 on the dot, the time of his birth, we burst out the fireworks in his honor. It’s what he did when he was alive so we just kept doing it. And it’s the only time we come together to celebrate his life, not mourn his death.”

“Oh, okay.” Marshall paused then said, “I understand if it’s just for family.”

“Oh! Yeah, um… do you want to come?”

“Not if it’s going to make you uncomfortable,” Marshall said with an eyebrow raised.

“No I…” But Jerry didn’t finish his thought out loud. Truthfully he wasn’t sure how he would feel.

Marshall of course finished his thought, moving his hands around as he talked and avoiding Jerry’s eyes. “It’s going to be all of Randall’s family there, right? So I don’t know how you feel about bringing your boyfriend to your dead husband’s memorial celebration. They probably don’t even know I exist so it would be a shock with me just showing up there.”

“They know you exist,” Jerry said. Marshall looked at him. “Jo knows. Jo and Micah know that we’re more than friends now. I told Jo four weeks ago when we got back from A.C. Tiffany, Randy’s sister, knows because Cassie told her. So it’s safe to assume that his parents know too. So no, you’re not some big secret.”

Marshall nodded. “Okay. And I’m glad about that. But still, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Jerry came over to him and wrapped him up in his arms. Marshall leaned into his shoulder like he always does, closed his eyes and breathed in his scent. They held each other in silence for a minute, then Jerry said, “Please come. I want you there. We start at 4 o’clock.”

“Okay. We’ll be there.”

They continued to hold each other until Oliver came into the kitchen saying, “Gross, dudes. Can we eat now?”

They pulled apart with smiles and then Marshall grabbed a few of the grape tomatoes he planned to add to the salad and started throwing them at Oliver instead, who was laughing and running away.

* * * * *

Jerry was nervous as he and Jo pushed the tables together for the outdoor picnic in the field behind the house. There were 25 people in total coming so they had to rent six long tables, four for the adults, one for the children and one for the food. He kept tripping over the grass that wasn’t high enough to make him trip and banged his knee twice, thinking about the conversation he had just an hour earlier.

When Randy’s parents Theresa and Stewart arrived, he pulled them aside and told them first. “So I just wanted you to know… that I invited… a friend… today. I hope that’s okay.”

Theresa and Stewart exchanged looks, then she turned to him and asked, “Would this be the friend with two children that our grandchildren are always talking about?”

“Yeah, Booger and Beachy?” Stew asked.

Jerry smiled. “Boogie and Breezy. That’s not their real names of course. Memphis is twelve and Freya is seven. And their dad’s name is Marshall.”

“That’s right. Marshall. They talk about him a lot too,” Stewart said with a smile.

“I just want to make sure it’s okay that they come for the celebration.”

“Well it’s your house honey, you can invite who you want,” Theresa said nonchalantly.

“Yeah but…” He sighed a bit.

Theresa spoke, “We’re looking forward to meeting him. All of them.” She kissed Jerry on his cheek and began to open up the coverings for the side dishes they were having. Stew smiled at him knowingly and went into the living room to watch TV.

The conversation with Randy’s parents just made Jerry feel more nervous, as they have been more parents to him in the last 19 years than his own father. Suddenly it became less about Marshall coming for Randy’s birthday memorial with Randy’s family, and more about Marshall meeting the people he considers family.

“You okay, man?” Jo asked him, taking him out of his thoughts. “You seem a little distracted today.”

“Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m…” He sighed and sat on one of the tables. “Jo? How did you feel when you invited Micah for Thanksgiving that first year? To meet your parents?”

“Oh.” Jo came almanbahis over and sat on the table next to him. “Worried. Micah is…one of a kind.”

Jerry scoffed in amusement. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Jo chuckled. “I was worried how my mother was going to receive him. I told her I was dating a femme man, but didn’t tell her how femme he was. Sometimes he could be overly dramatic and I was nervous he was going to be very Micah that day and my mother wouldn’t get him the way I do. But I realized before we got there how nervous he was, to the point that he wasn’t Micah at all, trying to be something he wasn’t. I definitely did not want that. So I asked Randy to make him feel comfortable without me being around, to help ease some of his worries. I needed to put my own worries aside to help ease his.”

Jerry nodded in understanding. “Marshall is going to be nervous. Can you help me make him feel more comfortable around everyone?”

“Of course. I’ll get Micah on it, he’s better at things like this than I am,” Jo said with a pat on his back. “So, it’s good then? You and him crossing the line of friendship?”

“It’s…” Jerry had so many words but couldn’t get one out. He just blew out air and smiled, his cheeks getting pink.

“That good, huh?” Jo said with a smile of his own.

Jerry looked down and nodded, still smiling. “That good,” he said quietly.

“Hmmm…” Jo responded, patted Jerry’s back again. “Good.” They resumed putting the tables together as Jo’s parents, Mary and Francis, came into the field holding onto trays of food.

At a quarter to four, Marshall arrived with his children and Winnie, who was able to switch shifts with someone else when she found out where Marshall was going for the holiday. She wanted to be there for her brother because she knew he would be nervous coming into Jerry’s family celebration that would be more of Randy’s family. Boogie and Breezy already took off running as soon as the car stopped.

Breezy found Jerry first, hugging his leg and making him turn around. “Hey Breezy!” He lifted her up happily for a hug, then put her down. “Where’s your dad?”

“Coming!” she yelled on her way to the little backyard playset that Randall was encouraging her to come on with frantic waving. Marshall and Winnie were already walking toward the tables with foil trays in their hands.

Jerry walked up to him with a smile on his face. “Hey you,” he said softly.

“Hey you,” Marshall answered back. He handed over the tray of grilled fish and roasted peppers that he made earlier from his own grill.

“This smells amazing,” Jerry said.

“Yeah, I figured I should bring-“

But Jerry cut him off with a kiss to his lips, letting it linger there, completely surprising him. “Hmmm,” he moaned, closed his eyes and kissed him back, nipping at his bottom lip. Jerry leaned up and smiled at him again.

“Okay. Got it,” Marshall said with a nod. He assumed that they would dance around each other today but the kiss made it clear that Jerry was not going to be obscure about their relationship. He didn’t know if that made him feel less nervous or more.

Winnie spoke sarcastically, “I’m here too! In case you wanted to know.” They smiled at her as she put her smaller tray of corn on the cob on Marshall’s tray that Jerry was holding, and walked on.

“Good to see you, Winnie,” Jerry called after her. She waved her arm behind her and kept going. Jerry held out his free hand and Marshall took it, and they walked to the gathering together.

He introduced Marshall and Winnie to Randy’s parents and Jo’s parents, Randy’s sister Tiffany who was pregnant with her third child and her husband Gary, his niece Erica who invited her boyfriend Will, and his nephews Matt and Brian. Cassie, already familiar with Marshall from the princess party, came over and gave him a big hug, then also hugged Winnie, pulling her away to discuss their younger brothers.

After introductions they waited until Stew and Francis had grilled enough hamburgers, hot dogs and barbecue chicken to go around and everyone settled in their seats with Marshall next to Jerry, and Micah and Jo across from them. He stood up, cleared his throat and everyone hushed. He looked at Marshall before he closed his eyes and began the prayer:

“God, we thank you for bringing us all here together for another year to remember our loved one, Randall Terry Blake, and to honor his life. We thank you for our family that continues to grow, our hearts that continue to heal, and the people that we’ve brought into our lives that make us happy. We thank you for the food and the hands that have made and blessed it. In your name we pray, Amen.”

The group chorused, “Amen.”

Then Jerry said, “Let’s carpe the hell out of this diem.” And suddenly the entire family roared with deafening and excitable screams, hoots and yells, banging on the table, clinking glasses and making a lot of ruckus.

Marshall’s eyes went wide with surprise and looked up at Jerry who almanbahis giriş smiled at him. Jerry cupped his hands over his mouth, threw his head back and screamed, “WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOO!”

Marshall laughed out loud, looked around and saw his own kids also screaming at the top of their lungs and Winnie banging on the table next to him enjoying the chaos. He turned back to see Jerry watching him, and Jerry nodded.

“When in Rome,” he said quietly to himself, threw two fists in the air and started screaming too, making Jerry laugh. As it died down into laughter, Cassie’s youngest son, Brian, started up the music and they began to pass the food around.

Jerry watched Marshall fit right in throughout the meal and afterwards, mingling with Tiffany and her husband Gary, giving Stew and Francis a hand on the grill and talking a long while with Theresa. He saw him laughing heartily with Micah, who indeed was being dramatic about something, both of their hands waving around as they talked. And he didn’t know what was said between them, but he witnessed Marshall give Oliver a hug that he didn’t pull away from. That made his heart melt.

At 6:30pm he caught Jo’s eye and they met in the middle. “Ready?” his cousin asked.

“Yep,” he responded.

They went to find Matt and Brian, who just turned 18 and was now allowed to help them. Jerry ran into Marshall who was hanging out with Micah again. “We’re going to set up the fireworks. It’s almost time. Do you want to stay here or come set them off with us?”

“I’m coming, for sure!” But then he looked up at the sky and said, “Though it’s going to be hard to see them, it’s still bright outside.”

“Oh yeah, we know,” said Micah. “We’re going to shoot the real ones off later on, around 9 o’clock, but we do this now just for Randy. And when I say ‘we’ I mean they.” He waved his hand back and forth between Jerry and Jo. Then he pressed his hand to his heart and shook his head. “I do not go up there. I help the kids make the balloons that go up.”

“Well, as fun as balloon-making sounds, I think I want to make things go boom,” Marshall said with a smile.

“Suit yourself, sweetie,” he told him with a wink and started walking away.

But Jo gently grabbed his arm and pulled him close, kissing him on the lips. They pressed their lips together a few times, then Micah patted his chest and kept going, purposely switching his hips in his very tight jean shorts and even tighter white t-shirt, knowing Jo was watching him. Jerry and Marshall exchanged smiles over their obvious love and attraction for each other.

“Can we go now?” Brian asked impatiently.

They chuckled and walked about a quarter mile into the field away from everyone else where the explosives were. After they set it up they waited until exactly 7:04pm and began to set them off, 34 loud and colorful bursts of light into the sky. They could hear everyone cheering from the picnic area and they saw the 34 colorful balloons rise in the air. Matt and Brian were happily jumping around screaming “woooooo hoooooo!” after every burst.

Marshall turned and said to Jerry, “I’m having the best time. I don’t know what I expected, but nothing like this. I was afraid this would be Randy’s family and I was the intruder. But it’s not. It’s your family. Those are your parents. They love you like their own son. Tiffany is your sister too. Jo is your cousin. This is your family, Jerry.”

“And I’m happy that you’re a part of it,” Jerry said.

Marshall looked at him and leaned in for a simple kiss. Jerry pulled him closer and gently put his tongue in Marshall’s mouth and his arms around his waist. Marshall held onto the back of his neck with both hands and they explored each other’s mouths unhurried, absentmindedly moving their groins against each other long after the fireworks ended and Jo moved on with his nephews.

Marshall came up for air first, saying, “Stop before something really embarrassing happens.”

Jerry leaned his forehead down on Marshall’s and began to breathe deeply, slowing down his heartbeat. Marshall did the same until their breathing was in sync. “Stay with me tonight,” he said softly. They haven’t laid in the same bed since the first time in Atlantic City.

“Okay,” Marshall whispered. They began to walk back with arms around their lower backs.

* * * * *

After the official fireworks between 9pm and 10pm everyone started filtering out, Cassie and Eric walking back to their house but their adult children getting in their cars and headed to a party, and Tiffany’s family headed home. Jo’s parents left shortly after that with Jo’s children.

Theresa pulled Jerry aside before they left. She gave him a hug and said, “He’s a good catch.”

Jerry nodded. “He is. He’s a great guy. He’s so different from Randy, though.”

“I know,” she acknowledged. “He’s more like you, calm, focused, grounded. He’s exactly what you need, a steady love. And he’s a good father. I watched him with his son and daughter today. I also watched almanbahis yeni giriş him with Oliver and Randall and I see why they love him too. Like I said, he’s a good catch.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said with amusement in his voice. She kissed his cheek and made plans to take the children for the day on Sunday.

He walked around to find Jo in the rocking chair on the front porch with Micah in his lap, Marshall and Winnie hugging goodbye at the bottom of the stairs, and Randall and Freya running around the yard with sparklers. “Where are the boys?” he asked.

“They just went inside,” Marshall said. “I told them we’re staying the night so they went to find clothes for Boogie to wear to bed. Winnie is taking my car home so you’ll be my Uber tomorrow; work for me and camp for the kiddos.” He handed her his keys and she walked over to Jerry for a hug.

“Walk with me,” she said, and Jerry obliged.

She started talking as soon as they were out of earshot. “I have never seen my brother so happy. Even with Brenden, who I loved like a brother too. But Brenden had a lot of issues, I don’t know if you knew that.”

“He’s told me some of it,” Jerry confessed.

“Despite the drama in their relationship, they were so happy and had a lot of fun together. They leaned on each other and supported each other, but Brenden leaned on Marshall a little too much. Even before Brenden got sick, Marshall was taking care of him and became a father to his son at 24 years old. When Brenden died, it was like his world was shattered. Leading his family was his whole identity, and with no one to care for in that way, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He hid it really well from me, until he couldn’t anymore.”

She turned to face him as they reached the car. “I’m telling you this because when I… strongly suggested that Marshall started going to your group, I just wanted him to begin to heal. I never expected his heart to become whole again and that’s because of you. He’s happy with you in a different way than he was with Brenden. It’s…”

She looked around for a word. “…effortless. Easy. He’s not enmeshed with you because he doesn’t need to be. He doesn’t have to take care of you. He can just…be with you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I do,” Jerry said. “I know what it feels like to be enmeshed with someone that was larger than life.”

She nodded. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that. In case you didn’t know how happy he is with you. I don’t know if you guys talk about a future together, but just know that I’m rooting for it.” She gave him another hug and got into Marshall’s car to drive home.

Jerry stood there watching her tail lights fade away thinking about what she said. He too felt the same way, that his feelings for Marshall were so different from Randy, mostly because it was easy and effortless. Jerry loved Randy with a young and wild love that never ceased. But his love for Marshall was grounded in their age and maturity, experiences, friendship and ease around each other.

Marshall always thought about others first, was attentive to everyone’s feelings and anticipated moods so he could be proactive. There wasn’t a selfish bone in his body. They communicated well and had similar parenting styles. He didn’t have to worry about Marshall getting the itch to sleep with someone else. He couldn’t foresee a future hardship with him at all. Marshall was the companion he needed.

He turned around to see Marshall had sat on the porch steps still talking with his cousins. He came over to them, sat on the other side of the stairs and put one knee up. Marshall handed him an open beer saying, “I snagged the last one for you. Miller Lite.”

Jerry smiled. “Thank you.” He took a sip without taking his eyes off him.

“What?” Marshall asked.

“Nothing,” Jerry replied.

But they continued to stare at each other sipping their individual beers until they heard Micah sing, “Ooooh somebody is bumping uglies tonight.”

Marshall was mid-sip and spit a little beer out in laughter as Jo scolded him, “Micah!”

“Whaaaat? I’m just saying,” he said innocently with a wave of his hand. “I was going to ask if you wanted to keep the boys tonight but that would have just killed your viiiiiibe.” He did a little dance with his elbows up and moved his hips in a circular motion in Jo’s lap with the word ‘vibe’ making everyone laugh.

“Are you going to stop?” Jo asked him amusingly.

“Why? Am I… doing something to you?” He leaned back and wined his waist again and Jo quickly put both hands on his hips to make him stop. Jo gave him a stern look, and Micah batted his eyelashes in return, making the corners of Jo’s mouth turn up.

Micah turned back to Jerry and Marshall. “So just to be clear, you are gonna-” he clapped his hands together once, “-tonight, right? It’s the perfect night for it.”

“Oh okay, that’s a real question,” Marshall said with a laugh. He looked at Jerry apologetically then looked away. Jerry suddenly had an inkling of at least one topic of conversation that Marshall and Micah had that day.

“Too many kids in the house,” Jerry answered as Marshall turned his face back at him. “But thanks for your concern about our sex life.”