Lost and found chapter 6

I staggered into the bathroom with my eyes barely open and even rebelling at that modest effort. Somehow I found the toilet, lifted the lid aimed my cock and began to piss. Halfway through, Michael wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and laid his head on my shoulder.

His voice was thick with sleep and his chest warm against my back. "Want me to hold your dick?"

"Nope, you'll make me pee on my foot." There was something comforting about the sound of the heavy steam of urine hitting the water.

I turned my head slightly and kissed Michael's head. He seemed dead asleep but then mumbled. "How come we're up so early?"

I was fighting to keep my eyes open. "Dunno. "How," I yawned and shuddered, "how early is it?"

"Like five." He tightened his grip around my waist until I grunted. "What woke you up?"

I was too tired to move so we just stood there, me with my dick in my hand leaning back against Michael who was leaning forward against me. "Phone...................think that I thought I heard the phone..............I dunno..........maybe that."

Michael snuggled his chin into my neck and mumbled. "We ever movin off this spot?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and then forced them open. "Shower.........we could do that."

He kissed the side of my neck and muttered. "S'all the way over there."

My eyes were closing. "Five feet, Michael, just five feet.............I know that we can do this."

We kinda duckwalked over to the shower and I leaned forward and turned it on. The shower is automatically set to 101 degrees and then rises slowly to 103.

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Michael leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water wash over him. His hair looked almost black when wet and his hazel eyes were flashing. "That feels fucking wonderful!"

I put my hands on either side of his head and leaned in and kissed him. "You feel fucking wonderful." Michael's hands were holding my butt and then his fingers were playing with my asshole.

"Hmmmmmm, feels good but what about you being a confirmed bottom?" I leaned forward and kissed his nose as the water pounded against us.

"Well........your dick in my ass is my favorite thing but.......well........you have a really great ass."

I started kissing my way down Michael's jawline to the spot right under his right ear. "I think that I need you in me............but go slow."

He got a little boy gleam in his eyes and the next thing that I knew he was fucking me. He was gentle and slow and sensuous and it felt soooooo good. I shot up against the tile wall a few seconds after I felt Michael's contractions that pumped his semen into my ass.

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"What should I wear with this suit? Burgundy tie?" He was standing in our bedroom wearing just the pants of a charcoal gray suit. The pants were open and I could just see the top line of his dark pubic hair and then through the thin fabric the bulge of his cock.

I handed him a mug of steaming hot coffee. "Blue shirt, gold tie." I smiled and shook my head slowly. "You just do that cause ya know that I'll be thinking about it all day."

He said. "Whadya mean?" Then he smiled.

"You know exactly what I mean. Before you met me I bet you never in your whole life went to work without wearing underwear."

Michael walked over to me and laid his arms on my shoulders and snuggled my neck and whispered in my ear. "Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk I start thinking about how my cock and balls feel crushed between my leg and the fabric of this suit and then I think about how much I'd love to have you fucking me at that very moment. To feel your balls slapping my ass."

I leaned my head against his and sighed. "You're killing me, Michael."

"He turned his head and kissed the side of my neck. "Eeeeeze my job!" He laughed and then rubbed his forehead against mine. "I'm suppose to keep you horny." He pulled his head back and his eyes were glistening. He spoke softly. "I don't want you forgetting how much I love you."

I pulled on a pair of slacks and leaned over and kissed him. "Could I interest you in some breakfast?"

Michael slid his hands down the front of my pants and grabbed my cock through the material. "You could interest me in some cock."

"No, I think that you've already had your share of that, at least for this morning. But let's go downstairs and have something to eat."

I love seeing Michael all dressed in the morning, looking like a new penny with his crisp white shirts and his beautiful hair all perfectly in place. He's such a perfect male, handsome and smart and zero attitude. When I look at his hard butt as he's pouring us both coffee I'm overwhelmed once again by the thought that he's mine. I love every part of him, every mood, from the elation of completing a complicated legal brief, to the tears that fill his eyes when we're watching a sad movie. They're all part of the man that is Michael, the man who's handing me my morning coffee.

"Gonna be a bitch today! Your buddy Joe is going to be sitting in on my presentation to a client today. Like I wouldn't be nervous enough."

"That was what you were working on last night?"

"Yeah, it started out being a fairly straightforward purchase of this small company. It was gonna be for cash, which simplifies things, and it all was gonna be just...........well, tidy. But now their accountant has told them to set it up as a limited partnership with them as the general partner and while that's certainly not unusual they've never done it before so I'm gonna get like a million questions."

Minutes later I was kissing him goodbye. I kissed him and then pressed my face to his, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.

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I was dressed and even in my top coat and was just finishing my last cup off coffee when the long black limo pulled into my driveway. It was ours. Well, anyway, it belonged to the company. I never used it and couldn't even remember the last time that I had been in it. The driver, Paul, was an excon. Paul had gone to jail for being a bad boy with a baseball bat. Rosie said that he was a professional driver, like in getaway cars but that since he'd found Jesus he was perfect for me because of the unlikely event that someone might try to nab me. Frankly, I chalked it up to Rosie owing someone a favor and I'd learned long ago not to mess with Rosie's web.

I was about to open the front door and yell to Paul asking him what he was doing here when my cell phone rang.

It was Rosie. "Now Boss I want you to get a grip! Just try to stay calm."

I knew that tone and my body went rigid. "Tell me!"

"Michael had an accident." Her voice was so soft.

"Tell me!! Tell me all of it!!" Not Michael!!! Not that innocent man!! Take me! Take fucking me! I'm guilty of fucking everything!

"He's hurt bad, Boss but they've taken him to the hospital. I sent the limo cause you sure shouldn't be drivin. You just let Paul take care a you. Okay? Just let Paul do it."

I opened the front door while talking to Rosie and Paul stepped in and picked up my briefcase sitting by the front door. I was leaning against the wall and staring at the floor. I looked down at my hand and saw that the phone was turned off.

Oh fucking Jeff! Get it fucking together! Act! Paul touched my arm. "We should go now, Sir." I let my self be put into the back seat of the limo and then I seemed to click into gear.

"How fast can we get to the hospital?"

Paul started to answer but I dumped a handful of cash onto the front seat of the car. "Make it faster." The car leapt forward.

I grabbed the car phone and pushed the button for Rosie. "Okay, I got a grip, now tell me."

Rosie said. "He was turning onto the highway just south of Madison, the other guy just plowed into him. Broken left leg, broken left arm, broken ribs, skull fracture and something with his heart, that's the bad one. It's the bad one cause we don't know exactly what's wrong."

"Who's on it, Rosie?"

"Everybody, Boss. I got somebody at the hospital and they just told me they finished setting his arm and leg but they want him to recover a bit before they do anything with the heart."

"Find the best, Rosie. Get em here. Call whoever ya gotta call but get em.

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The sheet felt cool against my face, cool and slightly stiff with starch. I was sitting in a chair next to Michael's bed in the ICU, the fingers of his right hand were intertwined with mine. His hand was warm but unmoving, still. I didn't open my eyes but turned my head and kissed his fingers.

When I looked up I could see Rosie three panes of glass away yelling at somebody. She had a way of strutting and tossing her head as she talked. Somebody was getting a tongue lashing. Rosie liked people to do as she asked.

He looked dead. That was the problem. Not the reality but just the way he looked. Sometimes we can know a thing for sure, no doubts at all but somehow it looks different and it's the looks we believe, deep down anyway.

Broken leg, broken arm, broken ribs, the whole head thing, concussion I guess and then the heart thing. I know that it's not sane but I kept thinking. "He's only got a thirty inch waist, he's tiny! How the fuck do you expect him to deal with all that? Huh, God? Just how's he suppose to heal all that shit?" I felt a tear run down my face. It went all the way down my cheek over my jaw down my neck and into the collar of my shirt.

On the far side of the room, on the wall, was a crucifix. Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe a bribe was possible. I'd build a church! No! A cathedral! The biggest fucking cathedral that the whole fucking world had ever seen! What's the catch you say? Well, God, I just want you to deal with this little matter of healing Michael. Nothing for you! A snap of the fingers! Just point at him and say, "Rise!" Simple! You did basically the same thing in the Sistine Chapel. Okay, okay, so you got a really nice mural outtta that. I can do that! I've got money, God! Pope Gregory has nothing on me!

The coma was freaking me out. Okay, maybe it wasn't technically a coma. I don't really know what a coma is but he wasn't waking up. Well we would wake up for like seconds but then his eyes would close like it was all more than he could deal with and he'd be gone for hours. Fucking hours!

Suddenly I heard. "Water." In this rigid, filtered little voice that sounded like it was coming from somewhere else. "Water."

Suddenly the room was filled with nurses and doctors and I got pushed outta the way. I've never felt so tired as I walked over to the wall and slumped against it.

"Boss?" It was Rosie touching my arm. "I got the info, Boss."

Dark Side of the Moon part 1

The Dark Side of the Moon 1

I come from a big family, although I’m not big, and I go to a big high school. I just started this year but all of my brothers and my sister all go there. My sister Karen, who’s seventeen is a senior just like her twin, my brother James. Actually it’s James junior because he was named after my dad. My other two brothers are Chase and Connor, they’re 15 years old in Chase’s case and 16 for Connor, they’re both Juniors. They’re all really great.

Mom and Dad didn’t waste much time having kids once they got started. I’m kind of an afterthought cause I’m only 14 and who knows maybe I’m even adopted cause I’m not like my brothers. They’re all big jock types and I’m, well pretty skinny and pretty nerdy.

One thing about being surrounded by brothers who are all big is that at least you feel protected. I always did, nobody messed with me because they knew that they’d have my brothers to deal with. That’s almost sick funny now.

I didn’t know what to do. This was after all only the second week of school and I really felt that I should be going to my classes no matter what had happened but I quick mirror check made me drop that idea. Nobody was gonna look at that face and think that everything was okay. While I stood there clinging to the washbasin of the boy’s bathroom my main worry was whether or not I’d be physically able to make it out of the building much less home.

Tradition, it was a school tradition. Everything hurt, my face hurt where they had hit me, my throat hurt from their cocks and my butt hurt from the same thing. It was tradition. That’s what I heard them say. Initiate the freshman. What’s a little humiliation? Although it wasn’t a tradition that I was familiar with I was pretty sure that this had gone too far. The fact was that I wasn’t so sure that I’d live. Well, that’s probably melodramatic but I didn’t feel good. One thing that I was sure of was that I didn’t want to be seen so that I could be questioned to have the whole fucking world know that I had just been forced to swallow a guys cum and still had another guys cum seeping slowly out of my ass.

I peeked out into the hallway. The bell had rung what seemed like a long time ago and the halls were empty. It’s really strange how quiet a school can be at a time like this. At the end of the hall was a door to the outside and it wasn’t a main entrance. That was good and bad. It was good because I was less likely to be seen and bad because I’d have to at least walk around the corner of the building to find my bike and the longer that I was out there the more likely that I’d get caught by a teacher who’d want to ask a lot of questions that I just couldn’t deal with right now.

I moved as quickly as I could down the hallway. My asshole ached and burned and I could feel something trickling down the inside of my thigh. That could be cum or it could be blood, whatever it was it wasn’t good. Please God, just let me make it to my bike. I made it to the door and slipped outside. It was cooler than I remembered and looked like rain but of course my jacket was in my locker but that didn’t seem important. I pressed myself against the warmth of the building for a moment and looked around to get my bearings.

I finally decided that I needed to go to the left, walk to the end of the building and turn left again, that should put me right by the bike parking area. As I was limping along I realized that I had another problem, dizziness. It seemed to be better if I didn’t try and look too far ahead of me but rather concentrated on the ground right in front of me but a few times I had to stop and lean against the building and then it seemed like I would almost pass out for a couple of minutes. I wasn’t sure about that but it just seemed like sometime I felt like I just woke up and that time had passed. Eventually I made it to the end of the building and sticking just my head out looked around the corner. All clear and my bike was only about fifty feet away.

I walked over to it doing everything that I could to control my dizziness and then knelt down and after a couple of false starts managed to work the combination. I tried to swing my leg over the seat but my asshole started screaming that it didn’t want me to do that and it also seemed to trigger a renewed surge of whatever was leaking down my leg. I suppose that I could have looked to see what it was but I really didn’t want to know at that point.

Okay, so if I can’t ride it I’ve got to push it. At least it’ll give me something to lean on while I walk home. Fortunately we only live about six block from the school but unfortunately most of that six blocks is up hill. I decide that the only way that I’m gonna get there is to begin and I do and while riding would sure have been faster it’s still good that I’ve got something to hold onto and I feel less dizzy than when I was just walking.

My dad is an engineer and my mom is a paralegal so they both make decent money and we have a nice house. It’s no nicer than any of the other houses in the neighborhood but it’s still nice. My oldest brother Jimmy and his twin Karen both have their own bedrooms, then Connor and Chase share a big bedroom and I have the smallest one but I have it to myself.

I get a couple of strange looks from neighbors but nobody said anything about my face or clothes or looked like they were gonna freak and I finally made it home. I put my bike in the garage and then very slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor where I went into the bathroom to check out the damage.

Geez, it looks so much worse than it did at school! There’s no way that I’m gonna be able to hide this from anyone, for some reason it never occurred to me that it wasn’t something that I had to hide and shouldn’t hide. I wiped the blood off of my face with a wet towel and then realized that I had just made a big mess and I was going to rinse the towel but then somehow I just seemed to forget about it. I gently opened my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers. I reached between my legs and felt a sticky fluid. When I looked at my hand it was coated in blood. Somehow this didn’t surprise me and didn’t even seem like that big of a deal. I decided to just pull my pants up and go to my bedroom and lie down. I was getting hit with these waves of fatigue like it was impossible to keep my eyes open.

I didn’t want to get blood on my bed and I decided that I’d throw an old wool blanket over it but the thought must have left my mind because I ended up just easing down onto the bed and closing my eyes.

I’m not actually sure that I slept. It felt like something different than sleep. It almost seemed like I was asleep but I could still hear everything around me. It was really weird and when I began to relive…….”it”…….I tried to just wake myself up or whatever. I just didn’t want to go through that again in my head even though on one level I had never stopped reliving it.

I heard a car door slam and also heard the arguing and laughing voices that could only belong to my brothers. I occurred to me in an offhand way that if they saw me like this they were gonna freak and probably start killing people so I figured that I would try to clean myself up a bit. I swung my legs over the bed slowly and fought the dizziness.

Their voices had reached the second floor and I could just begin to make them out.

“You see the fucking look……….that………..kids face? Man that was sooo……” That sounded like Connor. “………fucking cool.”

“………….made him strip…………..about shit…………..” That was my oldest brother Jimmy, well actually Jim to his friends and my dad but to the rest of us he was Jimmy. He was laughing really loud.

“Fucking tradition man! Why’d he get so fucking scared? We didn’t…………….hurt……….” Chase was laughing a lot. “Looked so fucking weird with his underwear over his jeans.”

Then Jimmy’s voice again. “Okay settle down we don’t want Robbie or the rents hearing about this.” Jimmy was always in charge and kinda kept a lid on the rest of us.

They went on talking but I was too stunned to make any sense of it. I knew from what I’d heard that they’d done to another kid basically what had been done to me, maybe and only maybe without the violence. And in a funny way it really was like they had done it to me. I mean I knew they hadn’t but reality seemed somehow warped and it’s like those two things crashed together in my mind and merged.

My door suddenly opened and Jimmy was standing there looking huge and threatening and it was like somebody pushed the adrenalin button and my body went into panic mode. He looked, well, worried. “Robbie! You’re home.” My two other brothers appeared behind him. Jimmy must have finally taken a good look at me because he said, “Robbie, what the fuck happened?”

My head hurt like hell and I began to wonder if what happened to me was something that was supposed to happen, was something that happened to all guys my age because of people like my brothers. In my mind they had pretty much become no different than the kids who raped me. After all they had just done basically the same thing. I would have bet my life that this was something that they would never have done. They were always so protective of me, so kind but obviously whatever I had thought about them I was wrong. They were people I didn’t know, people who, obviously, were capable of anything and all of a sudden I felt so feral, so alone and needing to fight for my own life.

My sense of terror was complete and I screamed at them as loud as I could, “Get the fuck out of my room!!”

Jimmy got an odd look on his face and started walking towards me. I grabbed the first thing that I could reach, my portable radio and threw it at him as hard as possible. He ducked and it smashed into the wall. I screamed again. “I know what you fucking did! Get the fuck out of my room! Get out!” Jimmy’s face seemed to crumble.

He held up his hands and said, “Robbie, please, just calm down I wanna………….”

I threw the lamp the plug ripping from the wall. Since it was mostly glass it shattered when it hit the wall and sprayed them with glass shards. I screamed again, “Get fucking out now!!!!”

I grabbed a heavy solid glass souvenir from Disney World that Jimmy knew was important to me. I was about to throw it when he ducked quickly out the door and closed it after him but he kept trying to talk to me through the closed door.

I hobbled over to my dresser and using every once of strength that I had moved it in front of the door. My foot slipped on something greasy and when I looked down I saw that it was blood so I kicked off my shoes so that I didn’t fall. My brothers were still trying to talk to me through the door but nothing they were saying was registering. I just knew that I had to protect myself from them.

They’re three big guys and I knew that they’d be able to force the door open even with the dresser there so I began pushing my full size bed in front of the dresser. That took a while and even then I knew it wouldn’t be enough so I wedged the two nightstands between the bed and the wall. Now if they pushed on the door they’d never be able to move it unless they could move the wall too. I felt safe, for the moment but I could feel my strength going fast and there were moments when the room was spinning wildly. I knew that I needed help.

The thing is that I didn’t know what to do. One part of my brain was telling me that this was an easy question, you go either to the cops or the hospital but somehow my brain wasn’t dealing with that question well. So I decided to ask one of the two people that I had left to trust. I picked up the cordless phone in my room and called my dad. They had to page him and when he came on the line and said hello he sounded annoyed.

“What?”

“Dad, it’s Robbie.”

His voice got softer. “Robbie? Son, are you okay? You never call here.” When I looked towards the door my dresser seemed to merge with the wall, like a drawing that someone smeared with their finger.

I sat down on the bed because I was pretty sure that my legs were gonna give out. “Dad I wanted to ask you about rape. Do you think if someone is raped they should call the police or go to the hospital?” These seemed like a perfectly normal questions at the time and it didn’t enter my head that he might not think so. I thought I was being subtle.

“Rape?” His voice was very loud and I began to wonder if this was such a good idea. “Robbie, are your brother’s there?”

Even to me my voice sounded far away. “There on the other side of the door but they can’t get me I pushed the furniture in front of the door. Don’t worry they can’t get in.” This seemed really important now because I felt myself failing. “But the rape thing, the police or the hospital, which would you do?”

He sounded……..odd. “Robbie, listen to me! I need to talk to your brothers!”

That cinched it for me, he was a part of the whole thing. I pushed the button and disconnected the call. Then I pressed the button for my mom’s office.

When she answered I said, “Hi mom.” I laid back slowly onto the bed while I held the phone and things began to spin.

“Hi, Sweetheart. To what do I owe the honor of hearing from you when you could be watching TV?” I could still hear my brothers talking on the other side of the door mostly arguing.

I looked around the room and it seemed to have a black edge to it like night was trying to creep in. “I just wanted to ask you a question about rape………..for a friend. If you knew someone had been raped would you call the cops or the hospital?”

“Oh, God, Robbie who do you know that’s been raped?”

“Mom it’s just a question.” The black was creeping further into the room and was licking at the edges of my bed.

“The cops! Robbie, rape is a crime and the police will call the hospital. Get your friend to call the cops and do it now!” I could hear my brothers running up and down the stairs.

by:mygaystories

“I will I’ll do it right now. Mom?”

“Yes, Honey?” My brothers were beginning to push at the door but I knew that there was no way they’d get it open.

“The dark is coming into my room………..and the thing is……….well the thing is that I might not make it. I love you.” Actually I wanted to reassure her and I thought that I had but she didn’t act like it. She was yelling my name but it seemed so far away.

The phone in my hand was shifting from being one phone to being two phones and I didn’t always push the right button but finally I disconnected and dialed 911. It took me a couple of tries but I finally made it. A woman answered and I simply said, “I’ve been raped.” The phone seemed to float out of my hands as the black rose in a wave to cover my bed.

First Gay Experience

I recently lived out one of my long-kept-secret sexual fantasies. I'm still so excited by the experience I thought it would be fun to write about it and share it on this site. No doubt, there are at least a few men (maybe some women, too?) out there that can relate to my position.

I'm a 38 year-old straight man, I've been married 12 years, I love my wife, and I'm committed to our marriage. I don't get turned on by men, but think about sex constantly and exclusively with women. There are a lot of guys out there, I know, gay, straight, or somewhere between that are open to discreet sex with other guys. But, never have I had any sexual contact with another male, and I was convinced I had no plans to do so - particularly not in a park restroom or a stranger's car. However, I'm certainly not homophobic, and in the back of my mind, I had thought that if somehow everything was perfect and I had some new, strange attraction to a particular man, well, maybe I could... think differently.

My wife and I graduated in the same high school class, and our twentieth reunion was a few weeks ago. We had plans for a Friday night mixer, Saturday picnic and golf, and a formal dinner/dance on Saturday night. On Friday night, we connected with lots of old friends and caught on the years, pretty much socializing separately. One guy I really enjoyed talking with was Brad, who had really just been an acquaintance in school. I found him very friendly and intelligent, and he had certainly aged better than most of the guys. I had heard he was gay and ran a small, high-end hair salon about 30 miles from our hometown. As the "gay thing" didn't bother me like it obviously did some others, I talked with him for over an hour. Before I left, we exchanged numbers with a plan to talk more in the future.

The next day, my wife was set on going to the picnic, but I wasn't. She was alright with that and set out by herself with plans to meet me later for the dinner. I had Brad on my mind. As soon as she left, I nervously called his number, not knowing where it might lead. I honestly wanted to get to know him better and, yes, there were some vague sexual ideas. He was really glad to hear from me, wasn't going to the picnic, and invited me over to his house for the afternoon. My mind raced as I made the half-hour drive to his place, stiff cock throbbing in my shorts.

Brad welcomed me, put a beer in my hand, and gave me a tour of his house - a beautifully decorated Victorian-era that was way too big for one. As I admired the details of his home, I was struck by Brad's very attractive personality, his subtle, nice "gayness", and his very well-maintained body. We sat for another drink on an ornate porch. I knew at this point I wanted him, but didn't know what to do. Brad got up and, before getting us another drink, he leaned over the couch I was on, gave me a quick but soft kiss on the lips, and told me not to be shy. My heart thumped as he walked away and I realized I liked the kiss.

I stood up when he returned and tried to explain something, but he embraced me, ran his hand up the back of my thigh, and gave my ass a firm squeeze. "Want to play?" he asked. I nodded, we hugged tighter, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around one of his as he did the same to me. Clenched together below the waist, he leaned back and slowly pulled my shirt off, then peeled off his own. My hands were drawn to his chest, strong and mildly hairy, nipples erect. I leaned in and kissed one of his nipples, and breathed in his clean, masculine scent Suddenly, I felt awkward and explained that in my excitement to call him I had forgotten to shower after the morning yard work I had done. He just laughed and asked if I wanted to shower before we played.

Brad led me to his bathroom, which was as beautifully decorated as the rest of the house, filled with mirrors, expensive soaps, shampoos, and lotions. He handed me a towel and cloth, and left me alone. As I lathered up in the shower, I had to be careful not to stroke my stiff massive meat - I was afraid I would come. As I washed, I saw Brad's figure, now wearing just boxers, through the glass shower doors. He opened the door a crack, and set something down on the edge of the tub. He smiled and said, "This is something I like when I want to feel refreshed". It was a small, hand-held enema, with a pink rubber ball and a slightly curved black tip. Next to it was a small bottle of lube. While I had no plans of our play going farther than touching and oral, my mushroom cap throbbed. It kept throbbing while I douched my ass, making me think some anal play might be nice...just fingers, of course.

After toweling off, I ventured out of the bathroom nude. I found Brad on a loveseat, cock bulging out of his boxers. Inexperienced, but knowing what I wanted, I knelt in front of him, slid the boxers off his ankles, and admired his cock...and the rest of his body. I'm about 6-1, 200, and in decent shape - fairly firm, and no gut anyway. Brad is bigger, about 6-4, and a bit more muscular. His mushroom cap is a bit bigger than mine, too. Not wanting to rush, I kissed his thighs, hips, and lovely, firm but not distinct, abs. I loved taking in his body with all my senses, stopping to rub my face in his small patch of dark pubic hair, enjoying its feel and slightly musky smell. I took his cock slowly in my mouth, being careful to wet the whole shaft with my tongue. When he was well-lubed with saliva, I held the base of his rod with one hand and took it as deep as I could in my mouth. I knew my first blowjob was going well when Brad started to moan. He held my head down with both hands, not in a rough way, but so there was no doubt what he wanted. He thrust his cock gradually deeper into my mouth as I relaxed and allowed him to go in almost to the hilt. After a couple minutes I needed to breathe more, so I let the mushroom cap out with a "smack" and began licking balls.

I alternated between massive whanger and nuts until Brad told me to stand up in front of him. He skillfully took my hard-on in his mouth, as deep as possible with mouth open, then enclosing with lips and tongue for the outstroke. Once fully lubed, he ran the length of my cock in and out of his mouth, applying just a little suction and thoroughly enjoying. He pulled me out for a moment and showed me I was oozing pre-cum, licked the thick drop off my slit, and resumed his blowjob.

After a bit, my leg muscles started to shake, and I told Brad I was close to coming. He and I switched places, me on the loveseat. Rather than kneeling down to suck more, Brad lied down on top of me. I was really turned on by this beautiful, strong man pressing his chest against mine, legs against mine, and cock against mine. Being slightly smaller than Brad, I felt slightly submissive. He kissed me deeply, our tongues played, and I lifted my legs, knees toward my chest, but outward, giving in to his domination. His whanger naturally pressed on my ass, and I loved it. I knew I wanted to be fucked by this man, but didn't know if I was ready. "I think we need some lube", he said between wet kisses.

I asked if we could go to his bedroom, and we grabbed the lube on the way. I climbed onto the extra-high bed and, on all fours, put my ass in the air. Brad put two big pillows under my tummy and helped me relax by straightening my legs a bit. He said doing it right might take a while for me, so I should be comfortable. Having never had any anal play, I felt really vulnerable having this man and his big mushroom cap over my tight ass - but it was wonderful.

Brad asked if I had used the enema, and when told him I had, he ran his tongue between my ass cheeks. He spread my legs wider, licking from my balls to the small of my back, making my asshole twitch with excitement. He reached under me and pulled my cock out, pointing it straight down toward the mattress, and massaged it firmly while he licked my balls and ass. Then, through a spurt of lube, Brad slipped one finger into my bung hole , working slowly so I could relax.

When my butt was nice and loose around his finger, Brad reached into a nightstand drawer and pulled out a vibrator. It was about six inches or a bit longer, very skinny at the tip, but flaring out much thicker at the base...maybe as thick as Brad's cock. He slowly worked the vibrator into me, slowing down when I told him the thick base hurt. With a gentle touch, Brad gradually loosened me to the point where the vibrator could slide all the way in and out with no pain - only pleasure.

I reached back to move Brad's hand from the vibrator and worked it in and out myself, then pulled it out completely. I put the vibrator aside, and when I reached back to my dirty penny, Brad's cock was there, lubed, hard, and ready to fuck me. His whanger was thicker than the vibrator, but it felt wonderful. I rocked my bung hole back onto Brad's hard-on, and he held my ass firmly against him while my tight hole relaxed more. He began to slide in and out very slowly, then gradually with firmer, longer thrusts. I could only moan as he asked how I liked his cock deep in my ass... it was incredibly sexy.

I asked Brad if I could turn on my back so I could see him laid me. He slipped out, stepped to the floor, and I turned over. I pulled my legs back, showing my hard whanger and what felt like my "pussy". Brad grabbed my hips and slid my ass to the edge of the bed. The extra mattress put me at the perfect height to fuck - probably not coincidence. Totally in control, and a little more firm now, Brad worked his cock back in - he was getting close to coming, I think. Once in to the hilt, he leaned over to kiss me while he started to pump my corn hole again. My legs were in the air, and I felt his strong chest on the backs of my thighs. Our chests pressed together, and I held his shoulders while he kissed me sweetly, and deeply. I knew what I was doing was risky, but it was so beautiful. As we kept holding, kissing, and fucking, my cock kept throbbing. Then, without even touching my stiff sword of passion , I squirted my load of fresh jizz between us. The longest shot came above my nipple, and Brad licked it off me. He hesitated for a second, but seeing my open mouth, he went back to kissing me, sharing the warm, salty cum. Then Brad asked what I thought he would any second, "Can I cum in your ass?" I had originally thought I would draw the line at that, but the moment was so beautiful I just gasped "Yes!" On the next thrust, he tightened and moaned, I held him close, tongue in his mouth. With spasms, he let out at least four spurts of cum inside me. I imagined I could feel the heat of his load as it filled my ass. I loved it. And yes, I tend to find more men attractive after that experience.

End Of The Story...


By:swinglifestyle

Adult Slang Words

CORRECT TERMS	COLLECTION OF SLANG SYNONYMS
Sexual Intercourse, Penetration, Coitus, Sex, Making Love	f*ck, hump, screw, do it, score, jump bones, knock boots, home run, drill, drill for oil, throw the dagger, bone, get some, get down, rock, ball, ride, rut, shag, bonk, boink, boof, makin' bacon, press bellies, bump uglies, horizontal hokey pokey, stir the macaroni, puttin' on the ritz, nooner (if at mid-day), hide the salami, ride the baloney pony, dork, rail, hit-in, park the beef bus in tuna town, do the hippidy dippidy, horizontal mambo,
Anal Sex, Sodomy, Sodomize	go in the back door, salad toss, butt slam, ride the hershey highway, butt darts, penetrate the poop chute, rimming, anal-ize, anal intruder, mud your turtle, poo stab, corn hole, fudge pack, bum stuff, arse stab, anal invasion, shoveling mud, enter the exit-door, take the dirt road, stuffed butt,
Anus, Rectum, Sphincter	pooper, dirty penny, balloon knot, rose bud, brown-eye, terd cutter, mangina, fudge factory, bung hole, deuce hole, (_!_), rusty bullet hole,
Analingus	suck ass, brown nosing, till the soil, annalingus, tossing salad,
Oral Sex	go down, oralgamie, oralize, licker, give brain, suck the ice cream, go downtown, feed the calf,
Oral Sex Fellatio (usually to a male)	blow job, give head, play the skin flute, hum job, hummer, smoke the pole, eat cheese, talk on the bonophone, speak into the flesh-microphone, bop,
Oral Sex Cunnilingus (usually to a female)	eat her out, muff diving, carpet munch, eat at the Y, eat carpet, have a dog ear sandwich, chewin', rug munch, feed the calf, lapping the little man in the canoe, tip the velvet, yodeling in the canyon of love, lap up the broccoli juice, lap the breadbasket,
Losing Virginity	pop the cherry, lost "it", finally laid one, finally boned one, turn in the V card, become a man, become a woman,
To Masturbate (Female)	rub the clit, fingering, jilling, jilling off, caress the clit, vibrate the vag, slip 'n' slide, soap it up, click the mouse, pet the kitty, stroke the cat, powder your nose, tickle your fancy, self-service, declare your independence, stroke it, stroke, finger-bang, riding the pillow, flick the bristles, flying automatic (with vibrator), dialing the pink telephone, stroke the kitty, polishing the pearl,
To Masturbate (Male)	jerk off, jack off, wank, wank off, beat off, wack off, whack off, beat the meat, stroke it, stroke, stroke off, stroke the salami, choke the chicken, grease the axle, wax the dolphin, choke the bishop, wax the rod, peel the banana, butter the lobster, change gears, walk the dog, polish the knob, onanism, spank the monkey, chase the weasel, whistle dixie, dick off, rub one out, whip the birdie, self-service, squeeze one off, sling jelly, bop the baloney, jack the beanstalk, dunk your dolphin, grease the sprocket, flog the log, punch the clown, squirt around, polish the low-quarters (military), captain jack (personified), pocket pool (through the clothing), play the upright organ, squeeze the lotion dispenser, bleed the serpent, pull the peter, plug the mellon, polish the purple helmet, tickling the turkey, polish the wand, flog the dolphin,
Semen, Ejaculatory Fluid	cum, load, jizz, penis butter, man chowder, nut, boy fluid, spooge, 10cc, lovin' spoon full, man sugar, manthrax, protein smoothie, baby batter, yogurt, cum pop, jizzles, jizz-o-frizz, penis pudding, man mayonaise, population paste, man gravy, milk of mankind, liquid kids, love paste, man juice, dong water, man seed, man-naise, pweack, children seeds, dork wax, peckeroo paste, penial seasoning, grime, spag, spaj, diet jelly, breast icing, creamy mouthwash, creamy cough syrup, face cream, jism, spunk,
Orgasm, Climax, Ejaculate (Male)	cum, get off, shoot a load, blow a load, squirt, spray, shoot, bust a nut, get your nut, get you nut off, explode, release the hostages, splooge, spunk, the big "O",
Orgasm, Climax, (Female)	get off, cum, the big "O",
Perineum (Area between the Anus and the Genital)	garundel, grundal, taint, ass-neck, notcher (male), twernt (female), chode, gootch, spatch, scotch,
Vagina	pussy, c*nt, bearded clam, beaver, cootchie, muff, k*nt, hole, area, breadbasket, vertical smile, magic muscle, cum-hole, cock-pit, passion pit, open wound, garage, love pouch, hot box, seething gash, porcupine, nappy dug-out, tunnel of love, cooter, noony, nanny, snapper, red snapper, whisker box, temple of delight, whisker biscuit, hair pie, fish taco, moist oyster, fun hole, fur burger, choot (in Hindi), magic grail, magic monkey, pink tortelini,
Clitoris	clit, g-spot (some say), clitty, rabbit, love button,
Breasts, Mammary Glands	boobs, knockers, tits, titties, jugs, jubblies, watermelons, shoes, rack, babies, bazookas, the guys, the gals, the girls, the twins, hoo hoo's, puppies, peaches, dirty pillows, jelly doughnuts, ta-tas (nipples), teats, udders, melons, mamme, knock-outs, chi chis, hounds, hooters
Female Arousal	wet, moist
Penis	dick, meat, c*ck, wang, shaft, pecker, peter, jimmy, shlong, dong, unit, rod, pole, cum rocket, sword of passion, salami, winkie, sausage, johnson, ding-a-ling, whanger, tubthumper, fireman, ding dong, flesh rocket, pocket rocket, dingle-dangle, shaboinka, white snake, one-eyed snake, one eyed willy, free willy, tally wacker, purple katana, yogurt slinger, trouser hound, magic wand, dork, skinpencil, elephant trunk, snuffeluphagus, deeder, digit, pee dee, sacred sceptor, mushroom cap, sausage, the club, tuning key, love nozzle, shaft of life, throbbing muscle of love, mommy-daddy button, magic stick, one-eyed wonder weasel,
Testicles, Gonads	balls, nuts, 'nads, family jewels, go-joes, stones,
Erection	boner, bone, hard-on, woody, stiffy, pitching a tent, standing at attention,
Female Homosexual, Lesbian	dyke, butch, carpet muncher, bushwhacker, vegetarian, bush hog, bull dog, vaginaterian, muff diver, flat-cocker,
Male Homosexual, Gay	fag, queer, queen, pillow biter, unstraight, carnivore, fruit cake, light-in-the-loafers, shirt lifter, peter eater, nancy boy, fudge packer, grindle packer, bunger, tail gunner, butt pirate, flamer, ass clown, ass bandit, butt bunny, butt bumper, broken arrow, batty boy, rump ranger, waste hole wanderer, back door bandit, sphincter proder, ring wraith, anal advocate, reverse parker, poof, poofter, woop, woopter, woof, woofter, double adapter, rectum rider, rectum raper, rectum robber, arse bandit, meat browner,
Male Heterosexual, Straight	breeder, fish eater, tuna lover, closet case, in denial,
Female Prostitute	call girl, hooker, whore, ho, street walker,
Male Prostitute	he-whore, he-ho

HIS COCK IS HIDING INSIDE MY SHIT HOLES

This horny guy has never done it the bareback way before..but after this you can bet he'll be doing it again! Watch the two other guys give their new friend the bare back ride of his life!

For Chris and Frans a day on the beach is always invigorating and gets them horny. Once they get back to their hotel room does Frans take the initiative and slides all over the Stevan's body. He just cann't wait to take the hard one.

This pale bottom was delighted to see our massive meatsticks. And a little scared too! We'll just have to see if he's brave enough to take on two of the most intimidating dicks he's ever seen!