[SUGGESTION: This part will make a lot more sense if you go back and skim the last three pieces of this section. ALSO this last bit is EXTREME, so prepare yourself for some rough stuff. If I believed the violence was gratuitous I wouldn t have included it. It s not my style. You will get a lot of information about the Organization in this episode. I hope you can see its purpose.] Scott looked up into Sam s face, Please Sam, please just kill me. I don t care anymore. Please let Jack go and just kill me. Please Sam, please. I have nothing to bargain with, nothing you want. You got your revenge. I m done–you broke me. I ll do anything you ask if only you ll kill me. Sam smiled, You ll do anything I ask whether I kill you or not, and besides, killing you would be far too easy. There s no sport in killing a fucked out jizzbag whore. Tell you what, maybe later; after I m sure you ve learned your lesson; before your SURGERY, maybe then I ll show some mercy and kill you. You miserable fuck. LOOK AT ME YOU SUCKING FUCK!! You messed with my livelihood. Nobody does that and lives. You screwed with the wrong motherfucker Scott. You grabbed the tail, now you get the teeth. Scott wanted to beg Sam some more but the room was spinning and he couldn t focus his eyes. That s when the cockroaches started appearing all over his skin, crawling out of his mouth and his asshole and his ears AND HE BEGAN TO SCREAM!!! ————————————————————– Six hours later Scott s voice was little more than a breeze blowing through a rusty screen door. He lay in a heap, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water dying in the afternoon sun. His mind was hallucinating, forcing his eyes to witness the real dream of his flesh falling away from his bones. The room was green, then garishly orange, then terribly violet. The colors were always too intense and hurt his horror stricken eyes. His mind was mush. He tried to remember his name or where he was and in the next second he was clawing at the inside of his casket. Then he was being gang raped huge sadistic college boys; next Jack was being penetrated with a dildo as men with orange hair stood around in a circle and cheered; then he saw his brother David hanging his wrists, his body contorted; he was dead; Scott watched his brother s body shrivel up and disappear; he saw his father crying at a funeral. When Scott hardened his will and looked into the casket, he saw himself, maniacally grinning and in the last moment his face changed to the face of Fat Sam and the eyes opened and the mouth became a gaping maw that opened wide and as Scott saw the teeth they engulfed him and ate him alive. It went on for almost eleven hours, an endless parade of death, destruction, and pestilence; misery, screams, and the thick smell of rotting flesh, repulsion heaped upon revulsion. Finally, Sam sent one of his blond boys to give Scott a shot that neutralized the hallucinogen. It left the rest of the gruesome mix of nasty chemicals in tact. As the visions began to abate Scott felt like he might die from the monstrous anxiety that was eating at his nerves and gnawing at his bones. He had an intense feeling of emptiness; he was desolate; he wanted to die; he was broken. An hour after he got the neutralizing injection Sam s guys came and dragged Scott back to the primary torture room. The remaining chemicals overpowered his brain till he lost all control and became a raving child huddled on the floor. Naked he grabbed his knees and buried his head between them. Fat Sam strolled in pulling Jack behind him on a leash. Jack was very unsteady on his feet and still very disoriented. He looked worn out but higher than a kite. Sam had to keep pulling on the chain lead to keep Jack from nodding off and falling over. When Sam saw Scott huddled up on the floor his mood brightened, I do believe you ve had a bit of an epiphany, seen the error of your ways. Now dear Scottie you are mine, truly my boy, my pussy, and I own you. You re no longer Scott, a Senior Control with the Organization; now you re shit; no; lower than shit, you re nothing, you re that thing that used to be a fucked out senior control. Oh yes that s it you re my thing, my own sweet thing that I keep around because it pleases me to see thing and remember that he used to be so much more. Then when I take thing and turn him into she-thing just think how grateful you ll be, to be more than just my thing then you can be something else, maybe thing with hole and tits Oh I like that. I do like that. So thing one more little adventure and we can call it a weekend. Perhaps when this is over I will indeed kill you and end your pain OR maybe I ll just schedule your surgery and have your tits installed and that large offensive cock and its oversexed appendages removed. Who knows? What is life without surprise? Scott, with no discernable voice, was babbling. Sam was not pleased with his scattered attention. He took a small stun gun out of his pocket and zapped Scott in the shoulder. Scott s body seized and he flopped around on the floor. Sam had his Latino blond slap him over and over till he stopped jumping. But he continued blathering incoherently. Sam was at a loss. He had more plans for Scott. This wouldn t do, not at all. Sam started giving directions, Get me a couple buckets of ice water and 50 mg of valium. I need to calm Thing s mind a bit or he ll be no good to me. Fuck!! I hate giving him any comfort, but I don t see a choice. Sam had his guys douse Scott with the freezing water. He barely responded, so reluctantly, Sam injected him with the Valium. Five minutes after the injection Scott s body ceased trembling and his shoulders began to relax. He stopped holding onto his legs so forcefully. He discontinued the voiceless babbling. Sam slapped him a few times and thought he saw an attempt at eye contact. He needed to test Scott. Was this now an act? Was Scott trying to play at being incoherent? Was he being coy? Sam said, Thing is no good to us. Go and get me the lightning rod. I m going to play with Jack for a while. Sam saw Scott s face change. He d understood what Sam had just said. Sam reached over with the stun gun and zapped Jack under his ear. The poor kid nearly broke his neck. He hit the deck and his body spasmed. Scott raised his hand and waved it back and forth; motioning for Sam to stop. Sam smiled broadly, Boys rejoice thing is back among the living. Time to prepare thing for the evening s activities. Sam had Scott placed on the restraint table. He didn t bother strapping him down; it wasn t necessary. Scott was done. Sam was ready for the last part of his payback to begin. Scott s jaw dropped when he saw what Sam had in his hands. It was a bright purple metallic box with candy cane stripes around the middle. The hasp had been broken open. The file container was marked TOP SECRET SENIOR CONTROL FIRST LEVEL… EYES ONLY DOCUMENT SCOTT FIRESTONE God in heaven it was Scott s file, his complete record in the Organization. It held everything there was to know about him, his test scores, his medical history, his training, a thorough biography, his hopes, his dreams, his entire life was in that box along with HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS, HIS GREATEST FEARS. Scott had only one thought, Does he know the details of my Yield? Christ Almighty does that file have an account of my Yield in it? Scott knew if Sam had a description of his Yield everything was lost; Scott had no hope of any kind of redemption. Sam could crush his soul; and having witnessed Sam s cruelty and complete lack of empathy Scott was certain that Sam would do just that . crush his soul . ruin Scott beyond recognition. —————————————– The Yield was every candidate s final test. It stood between him and his move to Junior Controller. A successful Yield marked the end of a candidate s submissive training; the end of months of deep hypnotically controlled activity, the end of his total domination his teacher-controllers. Under most circumstances a Yield, any candidate s Yield, would kill the average man, kill him or leave him a babbling idiot. That final test was the ultimate battle of the psyche, the anima vs. the animus; it was the mind set upon itself; doing battle with itself because every candidate s Yield was the supreme sacrifice. It marked the day he surrendered his will for the sake of his soul. A Yield was a selfless act carried out in the real world in real time. The day of a candidate s Yield he was confronted with a choice, different for each, never the same twice, planned and formulated a board of three senior controllers, and never ever revealed or spoken of once it was over. The details of that selfless act would give the average man nightmares for the rest of his life. It usually involved superhuman acts of courage and heroism, in the face of his GREATEST FEAR BROUGHT TO LIFE; which is why the candidate-training program was the most extensive and rigorous of any in the history of mankind. It s why the candidates slaved, for a minimum of one year (candidacy is always tailored to fit the needs of the student and can last for as little as 12 months or as much as two years); it s why their bodies were honed to perfection; it s why they were required to be experts in the martial arts; it s why they were required to be proficient in hypnosis, both as subjects and practitioners; it s why they had to have total control over their psyche and their emotions; and finally it s why they had to have absolute control over their physical body, including utter mastery of their sexuality (through sexual training meant to put every candidate in touch with his submissive side, training in how to confront that submissive part and glorify it, love it, bow to it, learn from it.) Candidate training was a thousand times more rigorous than anything done any branch of any military anywhere in the world, and when it came to developing the mind and its control over the body AND the psyche, well there was nothing like it anywhere, ever. Candidate training produced supermen bonded to each other as if they d come from the same womb at the same time; bonds stronger than steel, stronger, and absolutely selfless. But in point of fact the Yield always exposed a candidate s greatest weakness. The Yield exploited that weakness and was designed to test it; to see if a candidate could give over his will under the most horrific of circumstances, in the face of great danger. Each Yield was designed to confront a candidate with his greatest fears. To win out in the end and finally graduate the student had to surrender himself to that very fear; he had to bend, to give in to it, and he had to do it believing that the circumstances were real, and that he would be bound his surrender; that it was actual. Candidates didn t know about Yields. They had no idea that they were coming or what they were. When the board of Controllers decided it was time, that a candidate was ready, the Yield, often months in the making, was set in motion and the candidate in question was confronted a set of circumstances that called for an act of pure courage… for the greater good. Once the Yield was successfully executed the candidate was informed of the truth; he breathed a great sigh of relief; was frequently angry beyond words; often cried buckets for simple frustration and fear and love and resignation; then gradually came to see the simple truth involved. Always, given time, he saw the Yield s necessity; hated that there was no other way; and then it was NEVER spoken of again. NEVER EVER. The details of candidate Yields were so guarded that only C, his counterpart in the East and Pax knew the specifics of all the Yields and where they were kept. (The Organization, as it is currently structured, has been in existence for several centuries. Out of the tens of thousands of Yields fulfilled over those years only a few hundred failed. Most unsuccessful Yields resulted in the candidate s release and reintroduction into society, i.e. regardless of cost he was returned to his life, albeit outside the Organization. In 27 cases candidates lost their lives in service to their fellow men, and were honored for their courage and heroism.) ———————————————- Scott knew if the details of his Yield were in that file that Sam would have total dominion over his body and soul. He hoped that the information was elsewhere under lock and key where no one would ever see it; either that or he prayed the report was in ashes sent to Valhalla in a ceremonial bonfire ages ago. Sam said, Thing, I have your history, body and soul, in this folder. I know details of your life that your own mother would find shocking. I must say I was appalled at how you treated your date the night of your senior prom, imagine puking on her pretty blue party dress. And this psych report; it says you have issues with your anima, your female side, that you are terribly afraid of being made to feel like a woman. I must say thing that I don t see how that would actually bother a man like you used to be, but then who am I to judge. And then there is this Scott held his breath. It says thing, that the details of your Yield are contained elsewhere. What exactly is a Yield? Scott had never felt quite so relieved, still Sam knew the roots of his greatest fears, that the idea of losing his manhood, of being feminized was anathema to him. Scott in a hoarse, gravelly, barely-there voice, whispered, I don t know Sam. Sam sent one of his men to fetch the voice stress analyzer. When Scott heard him he counted backwards from five; entered his unconscious; found the post hypnotic suggestion he was looking for; and put it into effect. He prayed it would work. Sam took the gadget put it under Scott s nose and asked again, WHAT IS A YIELD THING AND I WANT THE TRUTH. Scott hoped his hypnotic abilities would work considering the level of his anxiety. With fear sweat pouring off his body he steadied his nerves as best he could, looked Sam in the eye and said, Sam .I don t know what a Yield is. Maybe it s some new test. If it s not in the file it can t be very important. Maybe it s some new method of psych evaluation. Like I said, it can t be too important. You have my fucking life in your hands. and with that Scott looked at the floor and tried his best to muster up a few tears. It wasn t difficult. Sam was perplexed; he gave Scott the mother of all slaps across his face; then he shook the analyzer, Damn thing isn t telling me anything. Sam threw it on the floor and smashed it under his foot. He got happier when he saw that Scott was crying. Oh look thing is having an emotional moment. Well enjoy it thing. Soon with the surgery and the drugs and the torture you won t be doing much more than the occasional scream or plea. I m afraid in a few months there won t be much left of your mind at all; then you ll be thing with hole and tits, earning your keep on your back. Sam gestured to his boys, Get thing prettied up. I want him all cute and hot for his big debut. The blonds wrestled Scott off the table and made him stand up straight. There he stood, totally naked, completely unfettered, arms at his sides, aching like hell, covered in bruises and lacerations, bleeding from a thousand cuts and scrapes and scratches. Scott s body, even his cock and balls were striped from all the whip marks, and he had some major welts, as well as dozens of black and blue marks. A greater cause for concern were the areas that had begun to swell; his shoulder where the rotator cuff had been badly abused; his groin on both sides from the kicking; his right knee from one of the falls; a nasty bulge on right side of his belly; and his bloody, stretched out, very raw asshole. Scott felt done for. The bastards kept slapping him for swaying back and forth. It took all his effort to resist the drugs . to keep from going wildly insane . but he was a fighter at heart and there was Jack to consider. So Scott did his best to stand up. They pulled him into an adjoining bathroom, pushed him into a shower stall, tied his wrists together and attached them to a hook in the ceiling. As he hung there like a side of beef he was assaulted on three sides heavy streams of steaming hot water. If he hadn t been tethered to the ceiling the force of the water would have plastered Scott to the floor; as it was, it hurt like hell against his badly damaged skin. Sam s goons couldn t have cared less. Three of them had stripped bare to help things along. In a matter of minutes Sam s men had Scott covered in suds from head to foot. That s when the razors and tools appeared. For a brief moment Scott actually hoped they were about to cut his throat. Then he realized that Sam would never have been that kind . or unimaginative. They intended to use the razors to shave Scott from his chin to his toes. The Latino blond said, Okay guys, before we shave him smooth the master wants us to pull out as much of this hair as we can grab hold of. Use your hands, use the pliers, or use the large and small forceps. Pluck him like a fucking chicken. A moment later Scott was jolted into a whole new world of pain; there were hands everywhere, with pliers and forceps tearing the hair out of his skin. Scott s fevered brain was yanked from one center of pain to another as the hair was ripped from his flesh. One second the agony was in his groin, the next inside his thigh, the next around his asshole. One creep began to remove the hair from Scott s armpits pulling it out, one curl at a time. Scott thought he was numbed from his torture; then they started yanking the hair out of his pits and he found himself in a yet another kind of misery so he opened his mouth and tried to cry out with what little voice he had remaining. It took Sam s men several minutes to tear the hair out from under Scott s arms. Each time he thought his tortured body was finally at the end of its ability to feel any more anguish more came. All the while they prepped Scott; Sam s creeps took pleasure in his suffering. They poked at his bruises and slapped his still erect cock. Scott tried his best to scream, and when his very small voice gave out he continued to bellow inside his head It continued for almost an hour. ———————————– There were deep-seated reasons for Scott s terror, his enormous aversion to feminization. When he was barely two, before his parents thought he could understand such things his family had taken a cabin in the Rockies for a ski vacation. They chose a very remote location out in the wild, away from all civilization so they thought. In fact there was a group of men in the same general area who were up there, out of public scrutiny, high in the mountains, in the great outdoors, training dogs to fight to fight to the death to kill. One sunny afternoon while the rest of the family was cross-country skiing Scott was outside with his sweet nineteen-year-old Dutch an au pair. She had bundled up little Scottie for a short trip outside on that cold white sunny day. It was her intention to pull Scott in his sled over to the enormous pile of split Cherry and load up for a roaring afternoon fire and perhaps a long nap. One second Scott was mesmerized the sun and the rosy cheeks of his pretty ba sitter and the next he was in the middle of a fierce, life and death, dog attack. Four of the wild-eyed, savage beasts had bested their confinement and headed out, as a pack, which was their nature, looking for sport in the wild. When they came upon this lovely young woman and her charge their instincts took over and they were on them. Scott s unconscious recorded the sounds of tearing flesh and the high-pitched wail of a sweet girl as the dogs mauled her to death. She was indeed a brave young woman because with her last ounces of life she wrestled Scott s ravaged body away from the jaws of certain death and managed to push him behind the cabin s door before being overpowered and killed. the time Scott s family returned home all that remained were the bloody remnants of the carnage everywhere The girl was quite literally torn to pieces; her head barely remained connected to her ravaged body a few ligaments and some strips of muscle tissue Inside the cabin Scott s mother found her two-year-old son hovering near death bleeding profusely from two deep wounds to his groin. And there lay the key to Scott s greatest fear. Over the next fourteen months of reconstructive surgery Scott s two then three year old psyche wrestled with the idea that his manhood was transient; that it had almost been eaten dogs; that the doctors might lop off his masculinity if the need arose, and as patently untrue as those imprints were, they found their way into Scott s wiring till the thought of emasculation became synonymous with death and destruction; till the idea of feminization wrestled up images of his young nurse being ripped to bits and his unconscious fear of spending his life without his impressive cock and magnificent balls. These thoughts raced through Scott s fevered brain as Sam s cookie-cutter blonds dried him roughly and wrestled him out of the shower and back into the chamber of horror. Minutes later he was once again hanging his wrists from a hook in the ceiling. The guys began applying some kind of goop all over Scott s skin some kind of makeup. It covered the whip marks and camouflaged the bruises. They used crazy glue to close the larger cuts; then covered them with heavy flesh colored powder. In a few minutes Scott s body looked much improved. He began to look like the muscled stud he was. Then they lowered him to the floor and began to apply more makeup and glitter; then lipstick. They dragged him over to a restraint kneeler and strapped his hands flat to the tabletop. The blond-blond began to apply nail polish. It took Scott a few minutes to figure out what Sam s men were doing. They were trying their level best to turn him into a she-male. Sam was serious. He was going to prey on Scott s greatest fears. He was going to begin that night. Sam was going to give Scott a taste of his future; his new life as a woman, a transsexual whore, a cockless, balless, cunt with plastic tits. Tonight Sam was going to let Scott see how his future was going to feel. More than anything he wanted to die. His mind raced from pillar to post yelling, TIME TO DIE… TIME TO DIE TIME TO GIVE UP AND FUCKING DIE He scanned the room and noted where every sharp, or heavy, or blunt object was located, where every pipe and table and cabinet were placed. He saw chains and scalpels and hammers and lots of other tools. In an instant he had two, no three different ways to bring about his death. It would be fast and relatively pain free AND he might even be able to take a few of Sam s creeps with him. But what about Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack? He kept coming back to the guy he loved; the guy who d been an innocent stander; a guy who was warm and sweet and so damned cute. He couldn t leave Jack here to suffer. That was the first time he thought about taking them both out, killing them both. Scott realized, with deep dark resignation that if he could, he had to get them out of this mess in the only way possible. Scott was a senior control he d been trained for this. If he saw no way out the end of the night he d kill them both, and bring Sam and as many of his goons as possible along for the ride. When the Latino blond rolled over a full-length mirror for Scott to see himself he nearly passed out. As they sprayed and teased his hair his only wish was to fall at their feet and plead for his death. He could handle the drugs. He could deal with the beatings and the physical torture. THIS was too much. THIS he could not take. His head began to throb. He thought, Sam is serious. He s going to cut off my cock and my balls. He s going to tear open my groin and make a fuckhole And after that men will use me like a cunt. I WANT TO DIE. I NEED TO DIE. PLEASE GOD, PLEASE KILL ME. LORD, WHERE IS YOUR MERCY? WHERE ARE YOU GOD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Sam came prancing into the room as the blonds were lifting Scott off the kneeler. Sam was ebullient, Oh my god Thing is gorgeous! Once his cock and balls are history all those big muscles will turn to curves; his body will reshape itself. Then with hormones and implants this thing s gonna make me a fortune! Oh Thing, you bring tears to this businessman s eyes. I m going to get one hell of a return on this investment! Scott didn t speak; he stared at the floor, limp, held up Sam s goons, praying for death. Sam remained gleeful, I brought you a little gift your outfit for the evening. And with that he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of pink panties. He threw them to his Latino who in turn bent down, lifted Scott s legs, one at a time, got the silk panties past both ankles and finally stood and pulled them up and over Scott s hips. They fit well with plenty of room in the front for Scott s stiff prick to tent them out. In truth he looked ridiculous; a big, strong, muscled, beautifully defined man with red lips and pink panties. He looked like a Halloween mistake. Sam grinned, Not quite finished, not yet. Sam walked over and unlocked the drug cabinet. He pulled out two huge 50 cc syringes; each filled with an ominous greenish yellow concoction. This Thing is my own mix. It s made up of several irritants and a whole passel of hormones designed to make your pecs swell up and get two, maybe three times their normal size. It won t turn them into tits, but it will make them grow and bounce and probably hurt like bloody hell Ready Thing? Sam snapped his fingers and Jack was dragged into the room. He looked like shit; drugged to the gills leaning on two more of Sam s degenerate Orange-hairs. Sam winked, Just a little insurance Thing. If you move I ll hurt Jack. I ll hurt him bad. I promise. Now take your tits like a man. STICK OUT YOUR FUCKING CHEST!! Without any further preparation Sam began plunging the long needle on the first syringe in and out and all around Scott s right pec. At first there was an intense burning, then it started to itch, then it began to pound, then the real pain sunk in and the aching felt like his chest muscle was going to explode. Sam emptied the first syringe and plunged the second into Scott s left pec. Again Sam s arms worked like pistons pushing and pulling and repositioning the needle all around the left side of Scott s chest. Scott was determined to remain strong. Inside he was struggling to hold onto his sanity. He was losing the battle. It felt like he was hanging off a fifty-story building with only his fingernails gripping the ledge around the roof s perimeter. And his brain was howling, WHERE ARE YOU GOD? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? Sam stood back and surveyed his work, Not bad not bad at all and they ll keep swelling all night long as you entertain the troops. Ready Thing? Ready for your big entrance? As they dragged Scott out of the room he could indeed feel his pecs/tits bouncing with every step. There were times, after a good session with free weights, when he would enjoy the feeling of his chest muscles moving up and down as he walked, heavy with flesh, new sinew bigger stronger and more masculine. Now all he felt was intense shame and the desire to be dust. Moments later Scott found himself in the same anteroom; the one leading to the large showroom where he had entertained the college boys. The door was halfway open and he could see how things had been rearranged. The tables were more orderly, the pole in the middle of the room stood unadorned and unlighted, just something holding up the ceiling. Sam took the back of Scott s neck and pushed him toward the door. Now he could see the stage at the end of the room. It was well lit from behind and there were several different colored spotlight trained on various parts. What the fuck did Sam have in mind now? What new torment was coming? Scott was close to a mental breakdown; Sam was pushing all the right buttons. Scott felt disoriented; his intense anxiety was pushing him toward dissociation and psychosis; he shook from head to foot, his body spasming uncontrollably; his bladder gave way and piss shot out of his hard cock, filling the silk panties, then running down his leg. Sam jumped back a step to avoid getting wet and he grinned from ear to ear. One more push and Scott would be Jello, exactly what Sam had in mind Scott with no mind eventually three fuckholes with oversized tits who d stand where he was told, lie where he was told, do what he was told whatever he was told whatever Sam gave his barman a signal and the doors were opened. In a couple minutes the room began filling up with an odd conglomerate of people mostly men and a few women . with a taste for the unusual dressed in a variety of costumes some pulling others on leashes all quite wealthy They liked blood, carnage, cruelty with a sexual element and suffering lots and lots of suffering Sam NEVER disappointed them. Two new blonds, with the requisite orange highlights and gold alpha earrings, dressed only in skintight black leather pants, took Scott and marched him to the elevated stage. These well oiled muscle guys were unmistakably part of Sam s army of brassy headed thugs, who were once human but now automated to do his will. They held Scott upright while Sam spoke over the PA system. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight for your pleasure I bring you my latest acquisition a former Senior Control with that group of queer boy scouts who call themselves the Organization. My friends the Thing you see on stage is in the process of transition. I have decided to convert this Thing with its oversized cock and big balls into a she-Thing with big fake tits and a nice tight cunt. Very soon this he-Thing will be Thing with tits and hole. The crowd gave Sam a polite round of applause. Tonight Thing will be given some rather strange and difficult tasks to perform. We intend to put Thing through his paces on stage and delight you with every comic pratfall, acrobatic stunt, and cry of pain; and when the games are over he will be available to please each and every one of you in ANY WAY you choose. As always we wish to know your desires in advance in order to arrive at a mutually agreeable fee. My only request is that he be alive at the end of the evenings festivities; BUT my friends, as you know well, EVERYTHING has its price so NEVER be afraid to make me an offer as long as the number is OBSCENE! The audience laughed and applauded at the word obscene. Of course that s ex
I worked for the airlines as a flight attendant for 6 years. I had my fun. I just got tired of not being at home and seeing my friends. The time came for me to keep my feet on the ground, so to speak. I transferred to work the ticket counter in my hometown in Michigan. It can be a brutal place to be during the winter, and it surely has been this year (2004) On February 3rd, we knew we had weather coming, but when it hit, it hit hard. Flights were cancelled and people were stranded all over the place. No flights in, no flights out, no questions asked. I was walking thru the airport, to get some luggage that was left on the carousel, when I ran into a group of guys from a college about 100 miles away. I was joking around with them, as I often try to do when people are stuck. Yes they were pissed, but we started to joke around and they were laughing. There were around 20 of them, college wrestlers that came to the airport on a bus, and were stranded, as we were getting around 15 inches of snow. I got done with what I was doing, and strolled back to see what they were up to. They had broken off into 3 or 4 groups, so I scoped out the hottest group. 5 hard bodied guys, all around 20, built like brick houses! I went up to them and asked what they were going to do the rest of the night. They were flying on United, but since it was a weather cancellation, no hotels were offered. I told them that I could do something about that for them. I told them that I would get a voucher for two hotel rooms, but they were not to tell anyone I was doing that. I didn t want to have 50 people rushing me, yelling at me to get them a room also. I got a voucher at the Hilton just down the road. As we were setting this up, they warmed up to me and thanked me over and over again. It was around 10 pm, so I told them that if they invited me to stop , I would brave the roads and go grab a couple of cases of beer. SURE! They were all for that! I sent them off in the hotel van, wrapped up my crap and headed out. I got to the hotel and went to there room. They had two rooms next to each other. Mark, 20 years old, 6’4″ 185lbs, hard and hot was rooming with Arron, 5’9, 170 lbs of solid muscle. The other three guys were coming in for a beer, and a laugh. They were Jake, 6′ 190, and massive chest, Lee the rock. The other guy was lost in my lust. I couldn t keep them straight, I was having trouble not getting a hard on from the sight of them. After 2 hours of drinking, joking around and getting shit faced, Jake and Lee wandered back to their room. Mark, Arron and I were lying on the bed, switching channels on the T.V. when Mark activated the porn channel. GREAT! That s just what I didn t need! I’m not a big guy, 5’8″ 140 lbs 36 years old, but I look way younger. But I don t need two straight guys seeing me getting hard, and then beating the shit out of me! I was getting ready to go, when Mark starts to wrestle Arron on the bed. Well, this I had to watch! Two hot men, wrestling, pro on the T.V. PERFECT! Arron grabs my leg and starts to pull me into the mass of man. I pull away and say, No, you go ahead. Arron pulls off his T-shirt, I about cum in my pants. Mark says with the porn, he s getting horny. Well, beating or not, I just have to say; I could do something about that. Arron says, We thought you were gay, but you were cool, so that s cool with us. Here they are, lying on the bed, Looking at me with these shit eating grins on their faces! Wave done this before, Mark says. That s all I needed to hear. I crawl back on the bed, place my hand on Mark s enormous bulge and squeeze. He feels massive! Mark leans into Arron and starts to lick his nipple. Arron stretches out and starts to unzip my pants. We have the beginnings of a daisy chain here! I worked my way up to Marks chest and peel his T-shirt off. He is covered in dark hair, all over his chest, working down to a v that trails into the waistband of his jeans. I push Mark down on his back and crawl in between his legs and unbutton his pants, pull his zipper down ever so slowly, revealing the biggest mound of man I have seen. Arron is kneeling over Mark s head getting the same treatment. Mark is pulling Arron s pants off so he can get at his cock. Arron s cock springs out of his pants with an audible slap in Mark s face. He is about 9 inches long and 6 inches around. My mouth is watering! Arron s balls are being licked while Mark has a death grip on his cock. I get Mark s pants pulled off, and place my fingers in the elastic band of his 2xst undies. I start to pull the waistband down, and his cock is coming into view. Dark pubes, a thick stalk that is pointing down. He raises his ass up off the bed so I can get his underwear off. I give them a hard yank and, DAMN! His cock is huge! It has to be 101/2 inches and thick as all get out, with big veins running all over it. I dive in between his legs and devour his cock. I grab onto it and start licking the massive head, working my tongue into his piss slit. He starts to moan and writhe, flailing his legs and pushing his cock deeper in my mouth. Mark is now digging into Arron s ass, shoving his tongue deep into Arron s hot, hard as steel ass. Arron reaches down and pulls me around so I am 69ing Mark. Mark is on his back with his face in Arron s ass and Arron is fingering my ass. I AM IN HEAVEN! We go at it for about 30 minutes. I have them laying side side so I can suck both their cocks, rim their hot asses, and WHOOPS! WE FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR! Jake walks in to grab a beer! Well, forget the beer, he comes over and jumps right in. I have to find out what college these muscle gods go to! Finally I say, “Someone fuck me!” Mark throws me on my back and climbs on. He has the sexiest face, deep blue eyes, dark hair, and a goatee. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and kisses, while he works two fingers into my ass. Arron has Jake on his back; Jake s legs are over Arron s shoulders, getting his ass rimmed. I reach over and grab Jake s cock to stroke him. I can barely close my hand around his cock. Mark pulls me towards the end of the bed, grabs the bottle of lube, pulls my legs up and rests them on his shoulders. His cock is twitching, he holds the lube about 6 inches above his cock and looks me in the eyes and squeezes the bottle. A steady stream of lube is running onto his cock. He strokes his monster, and then works two fingers into me again to lube my ass. He hands the bottle off to Arron. I can t pay attention to those two at the moment. Mark s cock is pressing against my hole. He has me primed pretty well, he opened me some, but his cock is going to take getting used to. He pushes harder and I start to push against him. He pops the head of his cock into my ass and it feels like a baseball bat is being forced into me. I start to groan loadly, so he leans down and shoves his tongue back into my mouth. I grab him around the neck and he slides deeper and deeper into me. the time I feel his big, hairy nuts rubbing my ass–I have no pain. He stays still a minute, kissing me deeply. Then he straightens up and pulls out 5 or 6 inches and works it back in. I am gripping the sheets and going crazy! Then he starts to power fuck! In and out, over and over. I look over and Arron s cock is ramming Jakes hole beat for beat! I can feel Marks cock slamming into my ass, he pulls it all the way out, slaps it on my stomach then takes aim and rams it back in. This man is a fuck machine! We fuck for 20 minutes, I can t hold back any more. Mark reaches down and grabs my cock and starts stroking me. OH MY GOD!!!!! I can feel his cock start to get rigid, hard as steel! I know he is ready to cum. I reach up and grab him around the neck again and pull myself up. He is now standing, my legs are wrapped around his waist, and he is slamming into me. He turns around, falls back on the bed, me on top, and I start jumping up and down on him. His cock is going deeper in me. He has hold of my cock, and I shoot. Rope after rope of cum shoot out, over his head, he jerks more out of me. I feel his cock start to shoot. One, Two, Three huge loads are shot into me. Four, his cock twitches! FIVE! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! He fills me with so much hot cum, I can feel it being forced out–his cock is still shooting. My god! THAT WAS A FUCK! Arron is bending over, Jake s cock in his mouth, his cock in Jake s ass! Arron is shooting Jake s ass full of cum and sucking him off at the same time! Jake fills Arron s mouth with cum, he drinks it all down. We all collapse at the same time and roll into each other, four spent men. When we get our breath back, I am at a loss for words, so I casually say, “We should invite Lee and the other guy!” That cracks them up! That s how you spend a snowy night!
My I wanted his cock in my ass. I was going to have his cock in my ass, even if it killed me. He was beautiful. His heavy cock was in my hands. He had balls of steel. I knew he would be in me soon, but how soon? I cleaned my hot load from his chest and licked his nipples. I d never realized his left tit was pierced. I sucked on that round metal band, licking in and out, and touching his tit while he rubbed my hips. His huge hands were moving up and down into the cleft of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I felt one of his fingers reach deep into my crack and tickle my anus lips. He pulled my body up towards his face, and downed my cock in one deep thrust. I was in heaven. Then, he tried to turn us around so I was underneath him. My cock never left his mouth. I felt his finger enter my anal canal. I moaned from the pain. His finger was large and dry. He realized what I was dealing with. He pulled his finger out of my ass and lifted his arm to my face so I could suck on his finger. I produced much spit, lubricating his finger. As I was sucking, focused on his hand in my mouth, the head of his cock kissed my empty colon. As he shoved himself forward into me, I wanted to scream. That was impossible. I had three fingers in my mouth. I realized at this time, he wanted to fuck me without any lube. He was going to fuck me dry. I wasn t ready for it. His dick was so big Oh, oh! The head of his prick popped into my ass lips. Hell, I could actually hear it. I tried to back away. But, there was nowhere to go. He was going to take me. He whispered in my ear, We will create lube. Don t panic. On hearing those words, I panicked indeed. The pressure of his cock was like backing my ass against a doorknob. I was in agony, as he eased slowly in and out of me. He must have seen the pain in my eyes, as he lowered his head to mine and kissed my mouth. My tongue met his and he French kissed me deeply. I was so into kissing him. I felt him push in and out of my ass. He was right. Lube was being created! I think it was a mixture of sweat and his pre-cum. He stopped kissing me, and went to my neck and bit me hard. That was his cue to ram his 10-1/2 inch cock deep within me. Where was the pain coming from, my ass or his bite on my neck? I am in you all the way, he moaned. Do you want me to pull out? My legs were shaking around his neck, his enormous cock embedded in my male pussy. I did not respond. I could only moan. He pumped in and out very slowly, eventually building up speed. The next thing I know he is ramming me fast and hard. I cried out for him to slow down. You wanted this! was his reply. I did. I wanted it. He gripped my right nipple with his left hand and pinched it hard. I screamed out. He just fucked me harder and harder. I felt his knob punch in and out of my asshole. It was like a fist followed an arm. His body tensed up and his hands went to my hips. Pulling me towards him with all his strength, he burrowed into me and I felt him begin to shoot. It was like a geyser gushing inside me. He kept pumping, thrusting and screaming how he was going to fuck me until he could no longer. My legs were shaking. My pain was real. He pulled his cock all the way out of me. He continued to shoot on my chest and stomach. He rammed his cock back into me and began to lick the juice off my chest. He wanted my ass to feel it for all he was worth. Believe me, I did! He sprawled his body on top of me, and kissed my neck. I breathed slowly in and out. I began to cry and he kissed me gently. I felt his cock soften in my ass as leaked even for sex-sauce. I would never see him again. He pulled out and settled onto the bed beside me. You were great, he sighed. This may have been the first for our adventures. But, I have a friend that would love to fuck your tight ass. And, his cock is even bigger than mine! Would you like to meet him? That was the question he asked as he dropped me off at work. I smiled. But, I felt empty Do I dare? JJM/klw
Buzz-buzz Buzz-buzz Buzz-buzz I had to hit that five-minute snooze alarm one more time. Last night was too much for me to deal with after just two-hours of sleep time limit. Damn, it s only 4:00 am and I am, lying in a dark room feeling the hairy ass next to me with my hand. I could feel the dried cum stuck to the hair between his asscheeks. How could I leave this bed? I lay there trying to think of his name. Was it Adam? No! Anthony? No! ERIC? No! No Let me think back. I was walking home from my friend s birthday party down the street. I remember drinking a lot of vodka. I remember falling down in the neighbor s bushes and not being able to get up. I heard a dog bark and what else? I can t remember. I know! I will check my surveillance camera. I got up, put on my robe on in the dark, and went downstairs to check the tapes. I pulled out last night s recorded tape, pushed it into the VCR and sat down on the couch. On it was heaped with a clump of pillows. I could not believe what I saw. On the screen, a huge black man was walking through my front door. He seemed to look around for something and goes back outside. Is this for real? Am I really in his arms? Is that me? I can see myself being carried in this dark handsome man. He lays me on the couch. (I look upwards towards the ceiling.) Oh, is that who is in my bed? Wait. He shuts the door, takes my shoes off and looks like he trying to talk to me. (I notice my shoes next to the couch.) I see myself sit up while he tries to pull my pants off. (I notice now my pants are on the floor.) I have to continue to watch this. The black male takes his shirt off, showing every muscle a man should ever have. He looks strong, ripped and bulging. I can see myself try to sit up the couch, but I fall on the floor to my knees. He picks me up and sets me on the couch. It looks like he is trying to kiss me. Then he turns away. He goes to the front door and in walks Jeff, my ex-boyfriend. It looks like they are having an argument. (Why was Jeff here? I told him to never come back.) Jeff and the black man were arguing, shoving each other back and forth. (I look up towards the ceiling once again. So, who is in my bed?) On the video, Jeff is trying to pull me off the couch. (Jeff was always a good fuck) It appears I followed him upstairs with a drunken stumble. The black male stood up alone in my living room and began to take his pants off. He was wearing nothing. And, his cock falls halfway to his thighs. The hot black man moves off-screen to the left, meaning he went towards my kitchen. Minutes later, he walked back onto the screen. He was eating a sandwich. His cock was swaying left and right. (I felt my own cock move on that observation). The dark man sat down on the couch and watched TV. (I got close to the TV myself to see if I could get a better look at his penis) I heard a voice behind me say, Looking for me? I turned around. That wasn t a heap of pillows on the couch. It was a good-looking black male covered with a blanket. Now, he was pulling the covers off his nude body. My eyes got large and so did his cock. He motioned me to come closer. I did. His right hand led my head to his and our mouths connected. He was gentle and strong at the same time. He was pulling my robe off and pulling my body onto his. I could feel his huge cock pressing into my side. I have been waiting for you all night, he said. I slowly moved down his neck, hard chest and washboard stomach. His belly button stuck out and I had to suck on it. I needed practice for what I was about to endure. His hot cock was warming my chest. His strong hands were pushing my shoulders downwards, aiming me towards his massive crotch. I greeted the head of his manhood with a kiss. My lips encircled his enormous penis. I felt one hand on my shoulder and his other hand on my head pushing me down. I could not take it all. I knew when I grabbed his golf ball sized nuts that this wasn t going to be easy. He tried to shove his cock deeper. I knew I was going to gag. He pulled me back up to his face with no problem. I felt his cock rub my stomach all the way. Kissing began and he positioned his cock between my thighs. I closed my legs to feel the heat of his cock burn me. Let me fuck you, he said. I was in no position to deny his request. Where the fuck is the lube when you need it? He reached around and pulled out a bottle of KY from his jacket pocket. He poured the lotion over my backside and his hands. I was now sitting on his heavy chest, bending my body to keep his tongue in my mouth. He began to rub both of his hands on his cock and my ass, spreading gel all over. His hands gripped my hips, opening my cheeks, pushing me back towards his lower torso. I felt it. He knew what he was doing. The head of his cock matched up to my wanting asshole. He whispered, One last kiss for good luck, and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth. Slowly his black, hard cock pushed into my ass. I tried to push myself away. But, his strong hands were pulling my hips back to meet his. He was half way in me and I couldn t take it. May my force be inside you, he hissed. Then, he grabbed my hips and with one thrust slammed his cock deeper into me than any man had ever. My body shivered and I screamed out verbiage like you would not believe. My asshole felt like it was ripped open. He didn t care. He was pumping in and out of me like mad. You are my white pussy, he said. His cock was pounding in and out of my ass, rubbing my favorite spot. I shot a load high into the air and saw it land on his face. That is what I came for, he sighed, and now you win the prize. With those words, he shot a load after load deep into my anus. We both slowed down. I remained sitting on his cock. Now, that I was finally used to his meat it had to come to an end. He somehow twisted us around, so his hard chest was against my back. I felt his breath against my neck and his cock quivering in me. I could feel his cock swell up and down. He was still cumming in me. He pulled the covers from the floor and wrapped them around us. I fell asleep with his massive cock deeply embedded in me. Buzz-buzz Buzz-buzz Buzz-buzz I felt a hand shake my body. Jeff was yelling at me, We have been robbed . Huh? What? I groggily replied. Just kidding. What do you want for breakfast? he said. I sat up to drink the coffee handed to me. I looked around and noticed my surveillance camera was still running. I can t wait to watch it. JJM/klw
Chapter 6A–Caleb’s Day–End Okay boy stand up and spread those legs; time to take your harness off. I m afraid with all the turmoil I forgot all about it. Oh yes, and try not to piss yourself. Caleb stood up, glowing red from his scrubbing. He was very worried about what might happen next. He looked spectacular, six feet and three inches of total masculinity, muscles shining from the soap and water, hair stuck to his massive legs, hard cock straining against his wet leather harness, water dripping from his nipples, balls, bush and even the fuzz on his ass. Riff delicately fiddled with the tight harness snaps. As he unsnapped each of them it sent a small flesh-quake through Caleb s body. Caleb s pecs, independent of each other, bounced and bobbed; his calf muscles flexed and released; his six pack abs slid up and down under his skin. All in all is was a grand show of perfect male musculature and Riff caught every move . sure he could make his pecs bounce in the mirror, but it was ten times more exciting to watch Caleb s wonderful muscles gyrate naturally without Caleb even being aware. Riff was momentarily mesmerized watching Caleb s pecs do their independent bounces He could have watched them all day, but he had to move on. Caleb was not prepared for what happened next. Riff got the cloth very soapy and then he ever so gently began to brush it lightly against Caleb s balls. Caleb strained to keep his legs wide apart but it took his whole concentration; his every instinct was telling him to pull his legs together and protect his groin from this intensely exciting barely there warm sudsy rubbing-tickling sensation. Caleb kept shuddering and getting the chills. Goosebumps kept forcing the hair on his arms and legs to stand straight up And Riff just kept barely grazing Caleb s balls and now his cock with the foamy cloth. One second later Riff swooped in with the cloth and slipped it between Caleb s ass cheeks. Caleb nearly lost consciousness from the intensity of the sudden slimy swiftly slip-sliding motion, which was there and gone two seconds later And then, there was Riff s hand back again for another swipe this time he rushed the sudsy cloth across Caleb s rosy pucker and as Caleb climbed up on his toes he felt the air whistle into his lungs Dear God he was ready to come again Riff could tell how close to orgasm Caleb was so he changed his approach and was far more deliberate about his next few moves. Riff used the cloth to wash Caleb s stiff cock and tight balls. He was careful not to hurt the boy but remained firm and scrubbed in tight circles. When he had Caleb s crotch good and foamy and clean he worked on his butt and asshole, scrubbing them both thoroughly. And finally Riff used the cloth to scrub up, down, and all around each of Caleb s legs. When Caleb s body was covered with suds from head to toe Riff gingerly led him the hand to the large shower, where Riff joined him. Riff turned on both shower nozzles full blast and while Caleb stood under the cascading water allowing it to rinse him off; Riff gave himself a quick scrub, head to foot. Riff dried Caleb like a little boy all over his head roughly with the towel till Caleb s face was pink and glowing; and his hair was dry and in total disarray. Then Riff rubbed Caleb s chest and under his arms; down to his abs and around to his butt; then up and into his ass crack where he used two fingers to poke Caleb s hole good and dry; then around to his cock and balls, once again making sure not to hurt him, but at the same time being just rough enough to get Caleb hot and panting and pleading with his eyes to come of course that was out of the question. Finally Riff gave both of Caleb s legs a good once over with the plush towel. Now pup, go and sit on the bed and try not to get all filthy again. JUST SIT THERE . Don t touch a thing . Just sit and wait for me. Caleb padded over to the bed and sat quietly while Riff dried himself and prepared for his nap. Riff struggled into his damp harness and made a mental note to buy several more. It was obvious that all of his sexual devices were going to be wearing out on a pretty regular basis. He was going to need back-ups for everything and thirds for Caleb. It suddenly occurred to Riff that he had bound himself to this kid. Jesus, what had he done? There was no getting out of it. He had adopted the whining little shit. Yup, Caleb was his and he was C s Man O Man Riff sure hoped C was every bit the kind, considerate, master-teacher he believed him to be. Riff felt confident that C would know exactly what to do. At the worst he was going to be one sorry pup for a very long time. Riff was no longer terrified that C would walk out on him. He knew in his heart that C was in it for the long haul; that he might well punish Riff from now until doomsday, but that he would always be there for Riff s further education. Riff felt more at ease about committing to Caleb and yet there was a nasty bit of anxiety building in the pit of his stomach. Riff realized how much he enjoyed putting Caleb through his paces. Riff couldn t begin to imagine what C would do to him if Riff really managed to piss off his controller Riff s knees began to knock as he imagined himself upside down on a St. Andrew s cross with a giant dildo sticking out of his ass and a barrel-chested leather master swinging a cat o nine tails at his bloody back surely C would never get that Gothic would he??? Riff had to put those thoughts out of his head Oh Christ he was really worried . Just how angry was C going to be? God damned he had bound himself to Caleb without asking C for his permission surely he d understand he was a kind master a good controller certainly he didn t believe in pain for pain s sake did he? Riff tried to smile as he walked up to Caleb sitting so stiffly on the bed. Look pup, I need sleep. If you were out on my stoop all night then you need sleep too. So we are going to take a nap. Being a disobedient boy I cannot trust you AT ALL. So I m going to have to make provisions for that. LIE BACK ON THE BED PUP. As Caleb lay on the bed he tried to relax, but he was scared shitless of what Riff was going to do. Riff dug around in the closet and pulled out the various things he needed to settle Caleb down. A minute later he was fastening the ball gag around Caleb s head again. Once that was on nice and tight he cuffed Caleb s hands together and tied them over his head to the top of the bed. Next Riff took out the half sling. It was beautiful in its simplicity. It was a two-inch wide strip of nylon that was perhaps five feet long. There were ankle restraints at each end of the long strip. Once Caleb s ankles were attached to the nylon strip Riff pushed Caleb s legs up into the air and over Caleb s head. Then Riff put the nylon sling behind Caleb s neck and fastened it there. Now Caleb s legs were held in place up over his shoulders. Riff just had to set up the video camera and get this on tape. The great big dark hunk looked so fucking cute, gagged with his feet up over his shoulders. The sling was actually pretty comfortable and took the weight off Caleb s legs and put most of the pressure on Caleb s neck and shoulders. Caleb looked so perplexed the whole situation. Riff had to keep stopping to give him a kiss here and there now and then a little tickling, just until Caleb s eyes begged him to stop after all he didn t want the big hunk to piss all over the bed at least not right now. Just as Riff was ready to lie down and close his eyes he remembered that one last detail. He bounded out of bed bouncing poor Caleb up and down. Then in a minute he returned with the piece de resistance. Caleb s eyes opened very wide and he groaned a very deep groan as he watched Riff grease up the butt plug. Look pup, I have to wear one of these every day TO WORK. So you shouldn t be making such a fuss. I m only making you wear this one while we take our little nap. Who knows, when we get up, maybe I ll let you take it out For now GET USED TO IT!!! Riff started to push the fat plug into Caleb s tight hole. He had to apply steady pressure before it began to move. Poor Caleb was moaning and groaning; and his cock was bouncing all over his belly with every thrust. Finally with increasing force and a firm hand Riff watched Caleb s pucker open wider and wider like a big set of lips . wider and wider till the hole was much larger and tightly gripping the plug with a ring of bulging muscle all around the perimeter. Finally the hole opened wide enough and swallowed up the fattest part of the plug then it kind of snapped shut down grabbing onto the smaller piece sticking out of Caleb s stretched open asshole. When Riff looked up he saw that Caleb had filled his belly button with precum. Riff s eye s brightened as he scooped out the clear syrup and licked it off his fingers, Yum, I d love to share it with you pup, but there s no way I m going to take your gag out . not now that you re all comfy-cozy. Caleb rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. He laid there, his arms stretched over his head, feet dangling in mid air over his shoulders, toes clenching and releasing, with his asshole up in the air on display. He looked cute beyond words and Riff suddenly wanted to spend the rest of the day playing with his magnificent body, but his smarter half reminded him that he needed sleep; that he needed to think; that he needed to figure some things out; that right now he needed to rest. Riff laid down next to Caleb and tickled the coarse hair sticking out of Caleb s open armpit; Pup, I m going to make you the sexiest, cutest, sweetest, happiest faggot in all of Miami. then Riff just had to push himself up and kiss his butt-boy on the cheek. Caleb tried to smile, but it was impossible so he just said, sir Yessir the only way he knew how, MMMMMmmmmm MMMMmmmmm MMMMMmmmmm. Riff smiled, reached over and turned the butt plug on high As Caleb let out a long low moan Riff closed his eyes. —————————————– When Riff s watch buzzed an hour later he tried to remain half asleep. He sat up; turned off Caleb s butt plug and slipped it out of his newly stretched pucker; then Riff released one of Caleb s ankles, which in turn released the whole sling. Riff left Caleb s hands tied over his head, putting his finger to his lips Riff said, Pup can you tolerate the gag for another hour? When Caleb nodded yes, Riff smiled and opened a condom, which he then slowly, deliberately rolled down Caleb s very hard cock. Caleb stretched his legs; they d been growing numb and it felt good to be able to stick them straight down. In that moment Riff noticed that Caleb s belly was covered in his slimy pre-jizz. Caleb s cock had obviously been working overtime as the butt plug buzzed his hot prostate. Keep your leg straight down pup and SPREAD THEM FOR ME! Caleb moved his legs apart. Riff, still half asleep, began to leisurely lick all the precum off Caleb s smooth six-pack, while the big stud wiggled and cooed under his master s sensuous lips. In another minute Riff had three fingers buried in Caleb s well stretched, well lubed asshole. Once Riff got a good rhythm going he leaned down and took Caleb s rubber covered prick into his very hot mouth and began to suck for all he was worth. Caleb s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned so loud that it rattled the cast iron bed frame. Forty-five seconds later Caleb arched his back and shot a fair sized load into the condom. Riff kept sucking long after Caleb s climax was over and well into the period when Caleb s cock had become intensely sensitive but Riff kept pumping Caleb s asshole and sucking his cock. Caleb began to writhe and squirm, but Riff kept going. A minute later Caleb began sweating profusely and his cock began to get harder again. Riff stopped fucking his fingers in and out of Caleb s ass; instead he dedicated his fingers to rubbing and squeezing and firmly massaging Caleb s swollen prostate. If it wasn t for the gag Caleb would have screamed. He had an intense spasm of pain and pleasure, somewhere between a cramp and a huge thrill; that seemed to come from deep inside his guts. Caleb began to thrash wildly as his cock began to erupt with great force and Riff just kept on squeezing and rubbing and massaging; and sucking. Caleb said, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! and shot almost three teaspoons full of fresh boiling hot mancream into the condom to join his load of sixty seconds ago. Finally Riff stopped his machinations and withdrew his mouth and his fingers. Then Riff pushed himself up on his elbow, his eyes still half closed grinning insanely, Felt pretty fucking amazing didn t it? Caleb shook his head yes so hard that he almost dislocated his neck. More than anything Caleb wanted to grab Riff and kiss him head to foot. After that orgasm; that suck; that finger-fuck; Caleb wanted desperately to kneel in front of Riff and kiss his feet and his cock and his asshole and his belly button and every square inch of Riff s exposed flesh. Caleb had stars and tears in his eyes as he looked at Riff. Riff very slowly took the condom off Caleb s still fairly stiff cock. Once it was off Riff swooped down and gobbled up Caleb s prick. UMM UMM UMMM Riff sucked it clean. Caleb made a mental note to never ever give Riff trouble again about eating or drinking anything Riff might offer. He wished he could take back all the dumb, stupid, foolish things he s said earlier about cum Caleb swore to himself that for the rest of his life he was going to savor every drop of cum that came his way his own Riff s whomever s Riff got off the bed and tied each of Caleb s ankles to the bottom struts. Caleb would spend the next hour spread eagle. Then Riff reached off the bed and brought up a bigger rubber cock; the motorized kind that moved and squirmed. Riff greased it up and fed it to Caleb s hungry ass. There was no trouble getting the rubber cock up Caleb s asshole; for his part Caleb helped as much as he could; he even nodded and gave an approving moan as Riff fed the cock into his rectum. Riff took the newly filled condom and showed it to Caleb, Sorry pup, no time to share. I need to get back to sleep. Riff tilted his head back; then he took the condom and slowly inverted it. He let Caleb watch as the thick, white, creamy spunk slowly leaked out of the condom and slid into his mouth. Riff savored every drop as Caleb moaned in total agreement and even a little envy. Then Riff sucked the last few drops out. When he d cleaned the condom out Riff turned it inside out gave it a perfunctory slurp, rolled it back up still moist, and then moved close enough to Caleb to be able to roll it back onto Caleb s ever growing cock. When the condom was all the way on Riff grabbed the sheathed prick and fisted it up and down a couple times driving Caleb a little crazy and making him wonder what would happen when he ran out of come. As Riff prepared to go back to sleep he noticed the sweat leaking out of Caleb s armpits; he just couldn t resist. As Riff dove for Caleb s dark black sweaty curls he reached between Caleb s legs and turned the squirmy cock on. Caleb moaned and groaned, not certain what was making him more insane, the cock rotating in his guts, or Riff s tongue as it combed through the hot wet ringlets under Caleb s arm. It finally got to a point where Caleb thought he might actually begin to cry. He was that happy confused hot horny happy confused out of his mind with lust happy horny crazy with need desperate hot happy AND SO FUCKING GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY . GAY GAY GAY GAY! When his watch buzzed an hour later Riff completely released Caleb and even took the gag out, still warning Caleb not to say a word . Riff had Caleb carefully remove his condom and suck out his accumulation of precum; then he had him replace it. When that was accomplished Riff told Caleb to stand at the foot of the bed and face Riff, who immediately propped himself up on some pillows for a better view of his new bottom-boy. Riff tossed Caleb one of the fairly fat, very long dildos and said, Okay pup, I want you to get yourself off for me. I want you to tell me a red-hot fantasy Make it up as you go along I realize you re new to the faggot world so I don t expect anything earth shattering but c mon pup try to turn me on I m still pretty tired and half asleep So do your very best pup YOUR VERY BEST. A few hours ago Caleb would have whined and bitched about such an assignment. He d have begged Riff to let him do something else, but now more than anything Caleb wanted to do whatever Riff asked. He wanted to show Riff that he d walk over broken glass or crawl through muck and mire to please him. Caleb wanted Riff to know that he was now and forever his willing slave . Riff s to command . Now he wanted to ask Riff for something more difficult something more humiliating . Then Caleb snapped back to the task at hand and as he forced the big rubber cock head into his asshole Caleb began to spin a story. Well sir, I would be somewhere outside in the woods somewhere hiking myself and without realizing it I d have trespassed on your property sir and you d catch me sir and you d be very, very angry for my having disrespected your property sir so you d wrestle me to the ground and even though I m a little taller and a few pounds heavier, your superior mind and your amazing agility would give you the edge and you d totally overpower me sir and I d swear and struggle and maybe even spit at you sir which would make you even angrier sir and you d slap me across my face very hard .over and over and over sir till I was crying and completely at your mercy sir . but I d still be trying to get away and even though I d be very scared and afraid of your superior power and almost well almost God like ability sir and even though I d still be trying to pull away and run I d be secretly happy that your were my better sir and my dick would be getting very hard sir and it would make a big lump in my pants sir .. and when you saw my hard cock pushing against my pants you d point to it and laugh at me and call me a queer and a faggot and a cock sucking fairy and that would really get me sir Caleb stopped for a second and got very serious, Sir you realize it s all a part of my fantasy sir the part about being ashamed of being a a faggot sir Before Caleb could continue Riff said, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU RE RUINING THE STORY! C mon pup just tell it as it comes to you and stop making excuses So far it s pretty damn good KEEP GOING! Caleb grinned from ear to ear and continued, Well sir, you d call me all kinds of filthy names and you d really slap me around and then instead of tearing my clothes off yourself you d point a gun at me and force me to strip myself and while I took my clothes off you d make terrible lewd comments about my body and my being a miserable snot nosed queer, fairy, faggot you d point at the bulge in my shorts and tell me I had a pitiful little boy cock and tell me that you really hoped it was still growing then while I continued to undress you d poke at my body and pinch me and slap my face back and forth till my cheeks were all red and maybe my lips were bleeding Now Riff was bothered that he hadn t just jerked Caleb off. As the kid told his wild flight of fancy Riff wanted more than anything to jerk his own cock to orgasm or failing that he wanted to jump Caleb and fuck the living snot out of him. As it was he d already had one orgasm that he was going to have to explain to C. There was no way he was willing to chance a second one Riff felt sure that C would punish him in some god awful way for a second indiscretion. So Riff listened to Caleb s story, and hoped the damned kid would come soon and stop talking. As it was Caleb was barely jacking his cock . Apparently Caleb was learning the value of edging himself to bigger and better climaxes after prolonged, intense stimulation. The problem was that Riff had no such luxury. So as Caleb narrated, Riff began to add a chorus of, Yes boy tell me what I m doing to you that s right pup I d slap your face really hard that s it pup jack your cock harder hurry up pup come for me yes pup I d slap you silly then I d rape your ass that s right pup tell me more pup what would I do next boy. So Caleb continued, and when I was totally naked, out there in the middle of the woods, you d give me a hell of a beating not with your fists sir instead you d slap me and slap me really, really hard all over my body again and again till my skin was hot and red and burning and maybe even bleeding a little and then you d begin slapping my cock and balls till they were all hard and red and till I was really crying sir and then you d drag me around my hair till you had me kneeling at your feet sobbing and crying and screaming and I d be so damned terrified at what you were going to do next yes sir yes sir you d be telling me how you were going to rape my queer, faggot ass how you were going to make my queer homo ass bleed and how you were going to make me the faggot of your woods and you d tell me that you were going to keep me tied up all the time, so everyone who lived around there and everyone who came into the woods could rape me over and over so they could beat me and abuse me and you d make me suck your cock sir . and I would be so impressed that you cock was is so damned big sir and I d be so scared that your huge cock was going to wreck my faggot ass that your were going to tear my queer ass in halllllllllllffffffffff . Oh Jesus God sir I m I m I m CCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!! And Caleb collapsed onto the end of the bed. He was soaked with sweat and dripping wet. Riff jumped off the bed and leapt on top of Caleb s body. Riff smothered Caleb s lips with his own; he took complete control of Caleb s mouth; he pushed his tongue as far down Caleb s throat as it would reach; then he used the tip to tickle the roof of Caleb s mouth. Caleb sucked Riff s tongue further in and drank as much of Riff s spit as he could get. Caleb just swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He wanted to hold Riff s tongue in his mouth forever, but a few seconds later Riff pulled back. Riff pushed Caleb back down on the bed; then he very carefully removed the condom from Caleb s prick. This time, in spite of the strength of Caleb s orgasm, there was barely half a teaspoon of relatively clear fluid in the rubber. Riff opened the condom and smelled the contents; then he held it under Caleb s nose, See pup, there s hardly any odor at all. It s mostly clear body fluid, like precum. Do you want to taste it boy? Sir Yessir, very much sir. Riff said, Me first. and sucked out some of the juice. Then he handed the condom over to Caleb who rather greedily stuck the whole thing into his mouth. Riff said, What do you taste? Caleb answered, Mostly the rubber then there s this slightly sweet slightly salty taste. Riff smiled, Yes, that s what I thought too. Clean it off pup and put it back on. Caleb did as he was told. Okay pup, do you think you can sleep the next hour with no restraints; with me on my side behind you, holding you? Oh Yessir Pleeeeeeeze yes sir Oh God Yessir please. With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so that Riff s hard cock could really wedge itself, full length, between Caleb s solid glutes. Riff pulled Caleb so tight that Caleb could feel the rings in Riff s nipples pushing into his back. Caleb could not remember ever being quite this happy. The two men drifted into a sexual haze. ——————————————— Well pups, I have to say that I had a blast writing this Chapter and their day has barely begun they haven t even had lunch yet! I had absolutely NO idea what was going to happen as I typed those first few paragraphs and then the story just came and came and came and I hope you did too. . the way my computer crashed and I lost a year s worth of e. So if you re wondering why I haven t answered your last letter . IT S BECAUSE I LOST EVERYTHING RELATED TO E EVEN MY ADDRESS BOOK! So, if you want to hear from me you re going to have to begin again Write and tell me what you thought of Chapter 6A there s a lot more coming and a hell of a night ahead wait I promise it will be a hell of a ride Let me know what you think: controloneadlephia.net
I have liked men ever since I discovered sex in my pre-teens. Like many others from my generation went the straight and narrow for many years. Then about five years ago, my life changed again. Having just gotten out of my last relationship with a woman, a chance encounter with a fella at the laundromat changed my direction. Over the years, I have managed to attract my share of men my age, most of them married or in relationships themselves. Thinks have been slow for the last several months with little or no contact with my own sex, so a lot of wanking was to be done during that time. Friday evening after arriving at home, I had a message from a friend of mine, Ted. Ted and his wife had just split up after about 15 years of marriage and he was in the dumps, needed someone to talk to. Having lost the house in the settlement, Ted was now living in a small, but neat mobile home park. Most of the residence appeared to be the over 50 crowd. Anyhow, arrived at Ted’s with 6-pack in tow. He appeared at the door in a long terry cloth robe apparently just getting out of the shower. It didn’t bother me as this was just Ted and I didn’t give it a thought. Just wanted to drink a couple of beers and talk. Anyhow, two beers later, we’re winding down on his problems and he turns to the computer and flicks it on. Soon Ted is in a porn site and we are looking at what the women had to show. Then, out of the blue, Ted asked if I had ever surfed the gay men sites. I told him that I had seen some of that stuff, most everyone has. In just a minute he was zeroed in on a site with explicit pictures of men in various degrees of sexual contact. It was then that I noticed that Ted had allowed his robed to come loose enough to expose his cock, which at this point was beginning to grow. I asked Ted if this sort of thing turned him on and replied that he had often wondered what it would be like to get a blowjob from another male. Said he figured they knew more about another man and should be good at it. He had to say no more at this point. I slid my hand across his lap and clutched his now growing cock, turned to Ted and asked him if I could be the one to give him his first blowjob. He didn’t say a word, but stood and allowed the robe to fall at his feet. He took me the hand and led the way to his bedroom where he laid down and pulled me in next to him. Ted had completely taken over. He began to unbutton my shirt and help me take my belt loose and slide my pants and underwear down and off my kicking feet. Both of us were now breathing hard as our bodies touched for the first time, I felt his warm skin against mine as our heads came together and our lips met, exchanging tongues as we explored each others bodies with our hands and kissed passionately for what seemed forever. I kissed my way down Ted’s chest, stopping long enough to suck on each tit, causing him to moan. Moving further down his stomach and below his navel, following the fine line of hair until his cock bobbed up and his me in the chin. Feeling the dampness of his cockhead, I pulled my face back to see his piss slit glistening with pre-cum. I clutched the base of his cock and moved my mouth closer to his cock head, tasting the sweet pre-cum as I brought my tongue back into my mouth. Then slowing, I leaned forward and allowed his cockhead to slip into my mouth, using my tongue on the underside of his cock to massage him. Ted was moaning and had taken my head in his hands to control my movements. I swallowed his cock and began bobbing up and down on it repeatedly, swirling my tongue all around his cockhead. He tossed his head back and forth moaning and begging me to suck his cum. He began telling me that he was going to cum. I increased my suction and the intensity of my tongue moving all around his cock. Suddenly his cockhead swelled and he emptied his balls into my mouth as I felt the first gush of warm man cream cascade across my tongue. At that moment my hold on him was superior to anything he had ever experienced. He continued to pump several more large shots of cum into my hungry mouth as he rubbed both sides of my head furiously. Finally his movements subsided and I slowly licked and cleaned his genitals with my tongue. Ted looked at me and asked if I would ever consider sucking his cock again for him sometime. What do you think I told my friend?
As I start this I need to clarify a few points. I am very much in the closet and no one who personally knows me, has any idea I am bi or really get excited when it comes to being around men. Other than a few encounters from when I was growing up, about 5 at rest areas, maybe 5 in college and one gay bath house experience, I have been totally straight acting. Being married and with a family and a great job, I was even extra careful not to do anything to screw these up. That is why this experience even surprised me as it happened, as I would worry about anyone I worked with finding out. With that said let me relate what happened. Each quarter our company has training where we go somewhere out of town for a week. We leave on Sunday and return home Friday night and mix a lot of business and entertainment during the week as we have our nights off with the exception of some homework and projects. It is also a good time to socialize with others from all over the country. On Sunday I was the first to arrive at the room. We double up as an expense savings. I like to get there early and get settled in and ready for the week. About 8 pm my roommate arrived. He was from the west coast and I was from Midwest so we did not know each other. He was 24 and had been with the company about 2 years and of course I was 42 and had been there almost 20 years so we did not have a lot in common, but that was part of the meeting process. Getting to know and learn from others. After quick introductions he said he was going to shower, as it had been a long day. After his shower he came out and had his towel around his neck and was completely nude. At prior meetings and with other roommates it seems like we all either wrapped towels around ourselves or slipped into our shorts in the bathroom so I was sorta surprised, but I also understand the younger generation does not have the inhibitions I grew up with. It did not seem to phase him in the least. He walked over grabbed his boxers and put them on and slid into bed. I only got a quick look but more than what I saw excited me, it was the thought I might get to see him again and what if? I sorta got a tingle in my crotch but then said, NO WAY he is too young and would laugh at an old guy like me. As I was in bed that night I couldn’t help but think about what opportunities might come about but I had to be very concerned about this being a work environment and what would happen if it looked like I might even be suspected of something. Well I woke up about 5 am and knew he was going to get up at 5:30 and said he would get me up at 6 am. The room was warm so we only needed sheets to cover us or even nothing at all. So I decided to let my cock hang out the fly of my shorts and see what type of reaction I might get from him when he woke me up. I would immediately act embarrassed and pass it off so he would not expect anything. I was on my side when his alarm went off and sorta turned over on my back with my arm across my eyes and my cock sticking through my fly so there was no way he could miss it. Sure enough about 6 he called my name and was standing between the beds and said, “Time to rise and shine.” I moved my arm, stretched and then acted like I just noticed my hard on sticking out. “Christ I’m sorry.” and quickly try to cover and poke it back in. He snickered and said something like I always wake up with a piss hard on too . I usually sleep nude so it is sorta funny looking under the sheets. Hot damn. He was not offended and I found out he likes to sleep in the nude. The day went and I knew the next chance to see him would be his shower at night and I was right. Again he came out with just a towel around his neck, so I took one hell of a bold move for me and brought up our morning conversation. “You said this morning you usually sleep in the nude, so don’t feel I would be offended if you want to sleep that way. It won’t bother me as I usually sleep that way to but figured who wants to see an ole guy runnin around nude.” (Of course I lied about me sleeping nude at home.) He said, Are you sure it won’t bother you? Hell no. I said. Well, I will if you do, otherwise no big deal. Besides you didn’t look that old this morning when you woke up. I blushed. So we agreed and he just slipped into bed with nothing on and I just slipped my shorts off and put them on the floor next to the bed as I was already in bed and covered with the sheet. I just had to hide the fact I was getting a hard on. Well the next morning I made sure he saw my hard on when I woke up and just stood up and walked to the bathroom not saying anything. the time I came out I had showered and jacked off so I would not look so excited and also had my shorts on. He was almost dressed for class and breakfast and nothing else came about. That night I tried to lead the conversation toward sex and see what might happen. My opening came when we got back to the room. I asked him why he didn’t go bar hopping with the guys and maybe hit the strip bars, as I knew they always went there. He then said, well, you should know I am not really into girls that much. So you re bi? I guess you could say that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable so if you want to change rooms or something, I understand. (A dream come true I thought to myself.) Hell that s okay with me. Different strokes for different folks, I said. (Sorta sounded stupid.) So as we got ready for bed I asked if he had a significant other and he said, “Sorta a steady guy I see”. Then he asked me if I was going to say anything to anyone. I said, What you do is your business and just because I am married doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about what sex with other women and men would be like, so who am I to judge? (So if I was going to open a door, this was my chance.) To be honest, I have sometimes thought about what it would be like with another guy. I hear all these rumors that guys know how to please guys more than women, so that must make me bi too. Wow he said. You are really open-minded. You ever do anything with a guy? No. (I lied). I guess I have never had the opportunity and worried about being caught since I was married. I did see pictures of guys being able to go completely down on other guys, which really amazes me. My wife will only go down about half way and sure doesn’t want me to cum in her mouth. Now I am getting horny just thinking about it. (I figured that was as far as I was going to go. If anything could happen I had opened every possible door I could and to be honest, I thought that was going to be it.) After a brief pause he said, From what I saw of your equipment this morning, I can see why she couldn’t take it all. You re a lot bigger than me. Thanks I said, but I think you re being modest. A young stud like you is probably hung like a horse. Then I did what I said I wasn’t going to do and asked, Do guys go all the way down on you or is that none of my fuckin business? He was not embarrassed to quickly answer, Yes, it s really easy to deep throat a guy once you get the hang of it. I wish my wife would learn, I said. I ve often wondered what it felt like for her to go down on me. It’s great. You should try it sometime. “Right” I said, like I should take a chance at getting caught. I could show you, he said as he was looking at the tent my hard on was creating under the sheets. Well one thing led to another as I sorta made him convince me it was okay. He said if I closed my eyes I could make believe it was my wife if I wanted to, and that was when I said, Yes. I guess that would make it okay. With that he came over and slowly pulled the sheet off of me and said to slide around and hang my legs over the side like I was going to get up. He said ever since he saw my hard on the first morning he wanted to touch it. He loved older married guys cuz they are like virgins and really don’t know what they have been missing. My cock was oozing cum and he had not even touched it yet! He spread my legs with his hands and kneeled down on the floor between them and slowly slid his hands up the inside of my legs and when he touched my balls, my cock twitched upward and got even harder. He slowly moved his hand around my cock base and moved up and down and then pulled it toward his mouth. Then he said, Let’s see a woman do this and he slid the head of my cock into his mouth, then another inch, and with the next inch it was in deeper than my wife had ever taken, yet he kept going down in one motion until his nose was into my belly. Wow, I had forgotten how great it was to be sucked and moaned like crazy. He had taken all 7 inches of my cut cock on the first try. I even remember the guy at the rest stop gradually took it all. As he went up and down I told him I was going to cum real soon, so he pulled off. When he did that, I asked if he was hard too and when he said yes I asked him to show it to me. He stood up, undid his pants and dropped his boxers and pants at the same time. His cock was indeed hard. When I saw him after his showers he hung about 5 inches so I guess I was expecting a 10-inch cock. It was actually a little smaller than mine, but when I saw it I reached and touched it and he said, I think you just might like guys. You re breathing very, very hard and your eyes are glued to my cock. (How right he was but I had to maintain my virgin image.) I am gonna cum, I said, so he bent right over and took my cock all the way down again and really worked my balls. In about 5 trips up and down my cock I shot a fuckin huge load of cum, then about 4 or 5 more squirts of my milk and he did not flinch. He stayed down on it until I told him I could not take anymore. As he stood up I said something about he looks like he really needs to get off too, as a clear stream of cum was hangin down from his cock. He said no problem he would just jack off. I then said I had always wondered what my wife felt like with a cock in her mouth and would he feel weird if I just tried to see how far down I could go on him. He said, Sure, sounds great. Well needless to say I went slow and while it was not the first cock I ever had, I made it sound that way and asked for his help. Slowly I got the whole thing in my mouth and was going strong when he said he was getting close. Well I love seeing cocks cum, so I pulled off and really started jacking his prick. He started playing with his balls and reached around and started doing something to his butt. Before too long out shot this huge arch of cum. It had been several years since I had seen anything like it–only pics on the net or in books or videos. He shot glob after glob of pure white cum. Mine was watered down compared to his. It was so thick and white. It shot all over, but mostly on my chest as he stood in front of me. Just seeing him shoot got me hard again. He looked down and said, I have a great place for you to put that big cock of yours…you interested in learning more? Well, before the week was out, we had sucked, fucked him, not me, jacked off, showered with each other and I went home with one worn out cock. Other than college it was the most cock I had had in back-to-back days. I am sorry to say, he does not work for our company anymore so future encounters will not happen, but my mind is at ease that no one will ever find out either so my secret is still safe. I hope you were able to relate, as I am sure many of you are like me, gay at heart but don’t have the guts to admit how wonderful getting off with guys is. If you feel this way or want to comment my e is backup16webtv.net.
Okuldan tan d m g zel bi k z vard . Ben onu ilk g rd m andan itibaren banyoda onu d n p k m avu luyordum. Tabi k avu lan nca sik olup patlar. Bunu bilmiyen yoktur. Yine birg n banyoda k m avu larken kap ald . Evde kimse olmay nca zerime bir bornoz ge irip kap y a maya kt m. Kap daki y neticimizdi. Tabi y netici erkekti ama biraz yumusakm . Bunu bende o zaman anlad m. Beni bornozla g r nce hemen elini benim avu layarak b y tt m sikime att . Bende sen ne yap yorsun ibne seni sikerim! dedim. Bunu duyan y netici hemen i eri dald ve kap y kaptt . Beni harbiden siker misin? dedi. Ben manyakm s n sen lan? demeye kalmad ki herifci oglu benim siki agz na almaya baslad . Tabi bundan sonra bende ne ses c kt ne soluk. Herif benim bornozumu yava a soymaya ba lad . Hem soyuyor hemde sikimle oynuyorduki yavru inmesin. Derken ben bir anda bo ald m. Y netici bunu g r nce tekrar a z na al p kald rtt ve kendi pantolonunu kard ve bana kar domald . Sokmam istedi. Ya inan rm s n z bir erkekte b yle kaymak gibi b r g t oldu una!.. Herif tertemiz yapm g t . Ben bu haliyle g r nce hi erkekmi kad nm dinlemeden sokmaya al t m. Ama nerde.. Bizim sike darac k geldi g t . Y neticimiz Biraz parma nla oyna! dedi. Hi bilmiyon mu ne yapaca n ! diyerek dalga ge ti. (Ne bileyim o lum o zamana kadar ibne mi siktik) Herneyse ben g t deli ini parmaklarken akl ma evde vazelin oldu u geldi. Hemen al p geldim. Bu s rada bizim ibne gotuyle oynamaya devam etmi ve biraz olsun deli i yumu atm t . Ben vazelini g zelce g t ceperlerine parma mla yayd m. Ard ndan benim o lan nda ba na s rd m. Benim o lan n ba g t deli ine dayad m ve hafif hafif itmeye ba lad m. Karde m o ne b y k ac ym .. Lan sikim kopacak sand m. Neyse ittirdikce daha rahat girmeye baslam t . Art k tam zevkli bi ekilde i e adapte olmu tum ve gittikce hizlan yordum. Tam patlamaya ba layacakt m ki y net c anlad ve g t ceperlerini s ms k s kmaya ba lad . Ben bu hareketten sonra art k kendimi tutamad n ve bir volkan gibi g t n n i ine bo ald m. Bu arada y netici zevketen l klar atmaya ba lad . Sus lan ba rma bir duyan olacak! dedim. Herif anlamad . Ee art k biz bosalm ve rahatlam t m. Elimin tersiyle bi tane patlatt m surat na herif kendine geldi. Tamam dedim seninle i imiz bitti dedim ve onu evine g nderdim
Sommaren 1998 h nde n t som f r ndrade mitt liv – till det b ttre. Min fru och jag hade det lite struligt i v rt f rh llande. Vi trivdes bra ihop som kompisar, men det fattades n got, och det i sin tur ledde till att vi r k ihop i en massa frustrerade gr l. Vi hade h llit ihop i fem r s det r klart det var jobbigt. Vi r l rare p samma skola i en stad i s dra Sverige. Hon i svenska och jag i sl jd och teknik mnen. N r sommarlovet b rjade best mde hon sig f r att resa ut till hennes f r ldrar i deras stuga i St Annas sk rg rd.F r att ha n got att g ra och f r att komma bort lite jag ocks , h ngde jag med tre killkompisar p grabbresa till Turkiet. F rutom jag, s var det Olle, en snart 40- rig kille med lmage och jobbig humor, vi hade k nt varandra sen vi gick p l rarh gskolan. Sedan var det Tommy, Olles motsats, en l ng smal kille med tunt h r. Han r j mngammal med mig och en av mina b ttre v nner. Tillsist var det Jocke – en yngre kollega till Olle. Han var bara 27 r och idrottsl rare, vilket syntes p hans v ltr nade kropp. Jocke och jag hade inte setts f rut. Sj lv r jag blond och v ltr nad med h r p br stet.Staden vi kom till i Turkiet l g lite till v ster p s dra kusten. Den hette n t p F Det var bra v der, till skillnad fr n h r i Sverige, och vi solade och badade p dagarna och p kv llarna drack vi l och raggade brudar. Ja dom andra raggade. Jag fick visserligen en massa napp bland tjejerna men jag var ju tekniskt sett fortfarande gift. Andra kv llen f ljde jag trots det med en tjej till hennes hotell. Men efter ett trist tomg ngsknull, tackade jag snabbt f r mig och stack. Efter det orkade jag inte bry mig om brudarna.Den n st sista kv llen var vi p ett disko i utkanten av stan som vanligt. Jag drack ett par l med polarna, men n r de b rjade kv llens ragg, k nde jag bara f r att vara i fred. Jag best mde mig f r att sticka iv g. Fast jag bara p mig ett linne, slitna jeans och sandaler, var det j ttevarmt ute trots att det var sent p kv llen. Utanf r discot h rde jag att n n ropade efter mig.”Hey, Swedish guy!”Det var en taxichauffis som hade k rt fr n diskot kv llen f re. Hur han k nde igen mig bland alla tusen turister fattade jag inte. Sj lv s g han ut att vara i min lder – 33 r sis d r. Han var kl dd i en sliten t-shirt som det stod “Bayern M nchen” p och ett par bomullsxor som troligen hade varit vita, men nu var lika bruna som hans skinn. Han var lika muskul s som jag som g r p gym fem g nger i veckan.Jag gick fram och skakade hand med honom. Han log brett bakom sitt svarta getsk gg och fr gade p bra engelska om jag beh vde taxi. Jag hoppade in i baks tet p hans gula solkiga taxi och han styrde iv g mot v rt hotell. Han ber ttade att han hette Mehmet. N r vi b rjade se stadsljusen k nde jag att jag inte hade n n lust att ka till hotellet och slagga. I st llet fr gade jag honom om det fanns n nstans man kunde bada, lite mer privat.”Sure there is” sa han och log nnu bredare. Han sv ngde ner p en liten smal skogsv g ut mot havet. Ett par minuter senare stannade han och pekade ner till h ger. D r s g jag glimtar av m rkbl tt vatten mellan pinjetr den.”No one will come there” sa han “It s my secret place”. Han fortsatte att le och sa att han skulle st kvar med bilen. Jag gick genom dungen till vattnet. Det var perfekt. En liten smal remsa med m rk sand och sen bara havet. Fullm nen lyste upp stranden. Jag kl dde av mig naken. Situationen gjorde mig k t. Det r ckte med att jag nuddade vid kuken f r att den skulle b rja fyllas med blod.Jag gick ut i vattnet som var ljummet och sk nt och simmade runt lite. D s g jag taxichauff ren p stranden. Han h ll p att kl av sig naken ocks . N r han s g att jag sett honom, vinkade han och log sitt breda flin. Jag vinkade tillbaka. Mehmet drog av sina bomullsxor. Han hade inget under, och mellan hans muskul sa l r dinglade den st rsta balle jag har sett. Han var verkligen en v ltr nad kille. Han hade inget h r p kroppen, mer n ver den stora kuken. Han gick ut i vattnet och simmade fram till mig. Han sa att han blivit s badsugen att han best mde sig f r att bada han ocks . Efter en kort simtur gick vi upp och satte oss p ett stort tygstycke han hade haft med sig. Han placerade sig s att jag skulle ha bra verblick ver hela hans kropp inklusive kuken som nu vilade tung mot sanden. Det var tydligt att han kollade in mig. Jag har som sagt ocks en v lggd kropp, med svart trimmat h r p br st och mage. Min kuk r normalstor.Vi snackade en stund. Han ber ttade att han hade barn och fru uppe i Ankara. “So down here, I dont t look at girls” sa han med blicken fixerad vid mitt skrev.”Only at boys?” slank det ur mig, och genast ngrade jag mig. Nu d dar han mig t nkte jag.Men han flinade bara och kliade sig lite nonchalant mellan kuken och pungen. Uppenbarligen hade jag r tt. Han ber ttade att han hade jobbat som mass r p ett turkiskt bad tidigare. “Do you want to have a real turkish massage?” fr gade han. Jag svarade impulsivt nej, men han stod p sig. “Come on” sa han “It look as you need to relax a little, turn over” Jag t nkte att “va fan” det r sk nt med massage. S jag la mig p mage p tyget. Han tog fram en flaska olja ur en v ska och b rjade massera mina ben. Han var verkligen bra p det. Han arbetade sig sakta upp t. N r han kom till min h ck, h llde han p lite mer olja och b rjade sedan kn da mina skinkor. Det var osannolikt sk nt. Hans h nder gled in mellan skinkorna och snuddade vid mitt anus. Det gick som en st tv g genom min kropp. Han fortsatte med ena handen ner mellan mina ben nda tills de snuddade vid min rakade pung. Sj lvklart blev jag stenh rd. N r han kom till ryggslutet blev det visst sv rt att n , s han satte sig helt enkelt gr nsle ver mina l r. Jag k nde hur hans tunga kuk vilade i sk ran mellan mina skinkor. Den var varm och r rde sig lite medan han kn dade sig uppf r ryggen upp till axlarna. Jag blev f rv nad ver att det var s j vla upphetsande. Det var ju en kille f r fan “Turn over” sa han n r han masserat hela baksidan. Han bara flinade n r jag rullade ver p rygg med min kraftigt eregerade kuk vajande ver magen d r jag hade en bl t fl ck av f rsats. D s g jag att Mehmets kuk nu inte h ngde tung l ngre utan pekade stenh rt i en vinkel snett upp t. Den var s kert n rmare 30cm. Han satte sig gr nsle ver mina ben s att hans kuk vajade ovanf r min. V ra pungar snuddade vid varandra n r han h llde olja p mitt br st och fortsatte massera. Fortfarande utan att stressa. Han gned mina br stv rtor s jag blev nnu k tare. N r han kom ner till skrevet, masserade han nda fram till mitt kukf ste. Jag var alldeles yr och k tare n n nsin. Han hade mig helt i sitt v ld. -I want your hard cock up my ass, sa han medan han oljade in min h rda kuk.Han rotade fram en kondom ur v ska och rullade den ver min kuk. Sen oljade han in den och satte sig p huk ver mig med min kuk mot sitt h l. Sakta gled han nerf r mina 21 centimeter. Hela v gen in tills hans pung pressades mot min mage. D r v ntade han s att han vande sig lite. Mehmet b rjade sedan rida mig. Det var b de skitkonstigt och otroligt upphetsande p samma g ng. Hans stora kuk svajade h rd och r d medan han pumpade p . Han st nade h gt och utan att r ra vid kuken sk t han efter ett tag sin sats rakt ut i luften. Den landade i mitt ansikte och p mitt br st. D gick det f r mig djupt inne i honom. St nande t mde jag min tunga pung. N r han gled av min kuk var kondomen full med vit sperma. Vi bara l g och fl mtade i flera minuter innan vi badade av oss. Sedan kte vi tillbaka in till stan och sa hej d . Vi ses nog aldrig igen, men jag hade definitivt f tt lust att forts tta ha sex med m n. Pl tsligt hajjade jag var som hade fattats. Kom till min hemsida! members.theglobe/stories_se/ Due to international translation technology this story may contain spelling or grammatical errors. To the best of our knowledge it meets our guidelines. If there are any concerns please e- us at: CustomerServiceMenontheNet
Me lene Niko kai eimai 20 xronon. Gennithika kai megalosa stin thesaloniki opou kai meno. Pros to paron spoudazo germaniki filologia.I idea na grapso online-hmerologia mou irthe otan dimiourgithike mia pareksigisi me ton filo mou ton Gianni kai den eixa kapion gia na miliso. 03 Septemvriou 2001To prohgoumeno savvato phga me ton Gianni sto “La Scala”. Eixame na vgoume kairo logo ton ergasion pou prepei na grapsoume kai ego toulaxiston eixa xarei poli. Perasame kaloutsika propantos epidi eidame symfitites pou vlepoume kai stin sxolh. Prepei na po pos se diaforetiko perivallon merikoi anthropoi symperiferonte diaforetika. Etsi o Petros, enas symfititis apo megalytero eksamino pou den mas milouse sxedon pote, irthe kai ekatse sto trapezi mas kapia stigmi kai mas epiase kouventa. Apodeixthike pos einai poli diaskedastikos typos an kai megalos stin ilikia (prepei nane gyro sta 30). O Giannis mallon den ton sympathise idietera, dioti katevase moutra kai apo ena shmeio kai meta epemene na fygoume eno vriskomastan mesa se mia poli asteia sizitisi. Etsi arxise kai i pareksigisi mazi tou. Tou edosa na katalavei pos maresei o Petros kai pos den thelo na fygo alla aytos mou eipe pos ypopsiazete oti einia pantremenos kai pos de thaprepe outa kann na skeftome pos tha mporouse na ginei kati mazi tou. Sayto den symfono, propantos epidi den eida na foraei vera. Kai sto kato kato, den einai kai papous, mia xara antras einai.Telika Giannis efyge kai mas afise monous. Isos tha eprepe na eixa fygei mazi tou, alla thimosa me tin symperifora tou kai emeina me ton Petro. Den itan kaki apofasi mia kai perasame poli kala. Pigame meta to poto mas se ena Club kai xorepsame opou synantisame kai merikous filous tou. Genika mporo na po mia petyximeni kai diaskedastiki vradia, ektos apo to gegonos pos eprepe tin alli mera na miliso me ton Gianni.04 Septemvriou 2001Einai 11 to vrady kai den mporo na pistepso oti synevisan tosa polla simera.Simera egine to ela na dies. Pou na ksekiniso kai pou na stamatiso. Loipon: To proi thlefonisa me ton Gianni kai prospathisa na tou eksigiso giati protimisa na mino me ton Petro kai prospathisa na matho ti exei enantion tou, afou den ton gnorizei kala kala. Mou eipe pos exei akousei oti o Petros einai “pidikoulas” kai pantremenos kai pos gamaei opio poustraki vriskei. Giayto epemene na fygoume. Den thelei na mplekso mazi tou. Tora ti na pistepso, tis fimes pou kykloforoun h na tou doso mia eykairia na apodeiksei pos einai mia xara atomo? Tou eipa loipon pos epidi maresei o Petros tha ton ksanasynantiso kai pos den pisteyo stis fimes pou kykloforoun. Aytos thimose kai telika kleisame xoris na moniasoume.Den prolava kala kala na kleiso to thlefono kai pire o Petros. Mou eipe pos thelei na me dei simera epidi synevei kati kai prepei na milisoume sovara. Symfonisa na vrethoume kai kleisame rantevou to apogeyma se ena kafe konta sto spiti tou. Otan synantithikame mou ekmistireytike pos einai pantremenos (o Giannis eixe dikio telika) kai pos o gamos tou edo kai kairo den paei kala. Ego apo tin mia xarika, dioti mou dinete i eykairia na kano kati mazi tou. Apo tin alli thimosa ligo epidi einai pantremenos. Akomi mou eipe pos thelise na me die epidi to proi malose me tin gynaika tou kai ayti efyge se mia fili tis. Sxedon piga na gelaso epidi ola ayta mou thimisan telenovela, alla den eipa tipota. Prepei na po pos me gohtepse o tropos me ton opio mou ta elege. Itan kapos pligomenos alla taytoxrona mou edine na katalavo pos den kathete na skasei kiolas. Thelei leei na apolaysei ti zoh tou kai oxi na trexei piso apo tin gynaika tou an ayti den thelei na paei i sxesi tous kala.Afou milisame arketi ora ekane tin protasi na me kalesei gia vradino. Symfonisa mia kai den ithela akomi na fygo. Prin ksekinisoume thelise na anevei sto diamerisma tou na foresei ena sakaki. Pigame loipon epano kai idi anevenontas tis skales fatastika pos eixe allo skopo apo to na parei to sakaki tou. Alla den antedrasa. Ithela na do pos menei kai ayto pou me endiefere akomi perissotero itan os pou tha tolmisei na proxorisei. Otan ftasame mou eipe na katso sto saloni kai pos tha erxotan se ena lepto. H porta omos pou mou edeikse den itan tou saloniou alla tis krevatokamaras. Tromaksa otan to eida. H ekane pragmatika lathos epidi eixe trak h ithele na dei pos tha antidraso. Epidi den ithela na nomizei pos eimai kanenas kompleksikos, ekatsa pano sto krevati kai ton perimena. Den argise vevea na erthei kai mpike sto domatio me ena xamogelo san na elege “ksero kai ksereis ti mas perimenei”. Itan poli glikos ekini tin stigmi. To xamogelo tou mou thimise ligo ena agoraki pou tou dineis glifitzouri, apo tin alli einai toso arenopos pou me gohtepse. Ekatse loipon dipla mou kai me filise. Den antedrasa kai aytos sinexise na me filaei afou me aggaliase. Ekini tin stigmi eprepe na apofasiso: Stamatao sayto to shmeio kai tou leo na fygoume h ton afino na synexisei me kathe epiptosi pou tha exei ayto. Telika apofasise o Petros gian mena. Opos me filouse ksekoumpose to poukamiso tou kai epita arxise na mou xaideyei to mpouti mou. Apo tin mia eixa typseis dioti einai pantremenos, apo tin alli eixa na kano erota edo kai 2 mhnes. Telika den mporesa na antistatho. Ton aggaliasa kai ego kai gia na min polilogo…….kaname erota.Itan fantastika! Den perimena na mou aresei toso. O Petros apo tin mia itan tryferos apo tin alli omos den itan san merikous xlexledes pou exo synantisei. Kaname erota sto krevati kai meta ston kanape tou saloniou. Meta apo 3 ores gemates treles koimithike eno me eixe aggalia.Eixe skotiniasei pleon kai eprepe na fygo. Astrapiaia thimithika pos isos epistrepsei i gynaika tou alla me hremise legontas pos eixe skopo na meinei stin fili tis apopse. Afou ntithikame me pige spiti kai apoxeretistikame. Tora den ksero ti na skefto: Mou aresei o Petros alla einai pantremenos. Isos kai o idios na min thelei na ksanavrethoume, isos na eimai mono ena ksegavloma tis stigmis giayton. Den ksero an ayti i skepsi mou aresei ich oxi. Den eixa kai den exo skopo mplekso me megalitero antra, propantos meta tin oli ypothesi me ton Giorgo (tha miliso gia ayton se allo shmeio). To kalitero tha einai na perimeno na do an tha mou thlefonisei kai to ti tha thelei aytos. Prepei na miliso kai me ton Gianni. Tou thlefonisa afou epestrepsa alla i mana tou mou eipe pos den einai spiti. Me ola ayta sto nou mou eimai kapos mperdemenos. Den ksero ti tha symvei apo edo kai pera alla mou fenete pos o epomenos kairos kryvei ekplikseis.07 Septemvriou 2001Einai idi tetarti kai o Petros den mou thlefonise. Mallon den tha exei skopo na ksanavrethoume. Krima kai mou arese oti synevei tin kuriaki kai thathela mia peripeteia pou na diarkesei merikes vdomades matzi tou. Telos panton.Milisa kai me ton Gianni. Exo tin entyposi pos den mporoume ayton ton kairo na epikinonisoume sosta. Synexeia mou leei pos den tou aresei i symperifora mou kai apo tin alli den mou leei to ti pramatika ton enoxlei. Nomizo pos kati pio sovaro ton apasxolei alla de mou to leei. Les to mystiko tis na exei kamia sxesi me ton Petros? An einai etsi tote i zoh mou tha exei ginei telenovela. Pou tha paei omos, tha matho giati einai etsi paraksenos. Pros to paron omos prepei na syggentrotho stis ergasies pou exo na paradoso.09 Septemvriou 2001Xtes (savvato) mou thlefonise o Petros telika. Den perimena na ton ksanado, alla me kalese na vgoume gia kanena poto. Ton synantisa sto “La Scala” alla den katsame. Ithele na pame allou gia na mporesoume na milisoume. Otan mpikame sto aytokinito tou arxise na mou leei pos h gynaika tou den exei epistrepsei akomi spiti kai pos sto thlefono mono malonoun. Eilikrina arxisa na varieme aytin tin istoria, den eimai i eksomologitis tou. San na to katalave pos me enoxlei i kouventa stamatise kai eipe pos thelei na pernaei oso pio poli xrono mporei mazi mou epidi “i zoh einai mikri gia stenaxories” opos leei. Symfonisa vevea kai ksekinisame gia na pame sena club.Telika den ftasame ston proorismo mas. Opos proxorousame stin ethniki estripse se ena apo ta parking pou yparxoun area kai pou stin akri tou dromou. Itan theoskotina kai i proti mou skepsi itan pos isos ithele na paei na kanei “tsisa” tou. Ton rotisa ti skopo exei, alla den apantise. Aplos epsaxne meros gia na parkarei to aytokinito. Otan stamatisame elyse tin zoni asfaleias tou kai xoris na pei kouventa gyrise pros to meros mou kai arxise na me filaei kai na mou pianei to stithos. Itan arketa agrios kai den marese. Prospathisa na ton sprokso makria mou alla vevea itan pio dynatos. Otan tou eipa na stamatisei aplos me agnoise kai arxise na me gdynei. I skepsi pou mou perase apo to mialo itan pos tha me viasei. Den ithela ekini tin stgmi sex mazi tou, oute kan iksera to ti skeftotan me to na deixnei tetia symerifora. Den emiaze katholou me ton Petro opos ton eixa zisei mia vdomada prin.Otan protomilise mou eipe aplos na tou anikso to panteloni. Arnithika kai eipa pos tha arxiso na fonazo, alla katalava pos den exei nohma edo stin erimia. Kanenas den tha me akouge. Otan mou epiase sfixta to xeri kai to pige pros to fermouar tou to aniksa epidi fovithika pos tha me ponesei. Itan idi erethismenos kai apo oti katalava den forage oute kann esorouxo. Mallon eixe sxediasei etsi tin vradia kai ego san xazos mpika sto aytokinito tou xoris na skefto to ti pao na kano. I oli katastasi eftase os to na kanoume sex me to na kathome pano tou. Den ithela alla me kratage toso sfixta pou den mporousa na antidraso. Itan arketa agarmpos kai den niastike an ponao. Afou exise me kratage akomi gia merika lepta sfixta stin aggalia tou. Akomi den mporousa na kounitho. Esthanomoun misos gia ayto pou eixe kanei. Ithela na ton pnikso, alla prota apo ola eprepe na apeleytherotho apo tin aggalia tou. Omos den ta katafera. Tote eniosa pali na kouniete i lekani tou ospou syniditopiisa pos den eixe teliosei to olo thema. Ton akousa na voggaei kai arxise na me filaei. O poutsos tou ksanasklirene kai otan ksekinise na mpenovgenei mesa mou katalava pos ithele na ksanaxisei. Aytin tin fora omos den ponousa. Kathe allo. Arxise na mou aresei opote ton filisa kai ego. Otan eide pos maresei egine akomi pio agrios kai arxise na mou tsimpaei tis thiles kai na mou tis dagonei. Proti fora mou tis daggonan toso dynata kai eno ponouse me eretize afantasta. Ayti i aisthisi pos den mporo na kano alios, pos eimai thima tou sxedon kai taytoxrona i idoni pou eniotha me ekanan na ksexaso pos ola arxisan xoris na to thelo. Synexisame etsi gia arketi ora. Moupiase kapia stigmi ta kolomagoula me ta xeria tou kai me anevokatevaze me dinami pano tou. Eixa ftasei se mia katastasi teleias idonis. Otan eniosa pos tha exine arxisa na xtipieme kiriolektika pano tou, na tou leo pos thelo na ton nioso kala mesa mou kai pos thelo na me gemisei me ta igra tou. Aytos den elege tipota, aplos voggouse ospou arxise na syspate olokliros, etreme apo kato mou kai ftanontas fonaze pos eimai dikos tou, pos tha me kanei oti thelei.Meta apo ola ayta sxedon den mporousa na paro anapnoi. Imastan kai oi dio kataidromenoi. Den iksera ti na po. Na ton maloso pou oute kann me rotise an thelo na kano erota mazi tou h na ton efxaristiso gia enan apo tous entonoterous orgasmous pou eixa pote? Telika den milisame. Katevika apo pano tou, ftiaksame ta rouxa mas kai me pige spiti mou. Epesa amesos gia ypno. Imoun toso kourasmenos kai mperdemenos pou molis pou katafera na ksentitho. Simera pou ta grafo ayta akomi den ksero an ayto pou synevei xtes einai kati pou prepei na to anafero stin astynomia gia na ton valoun mesa gia viasmo, h an tha eprepe na pao kai na ton parakaleso na mou to ksanakanei. Kai ta dio senaria einai tapinotika. Mallon omos prota tha afiso na perasoun merikes meres, na iremiso kai meta na do to pos prepei na symperiferhto.Ayto pou me kanei kai thimono einai pos se kati teties stigmes thelo na einai o Giannis konta mou gia na milisoume. Alla i mhtera tou mou eipe pos exei fygei gia to savvatokiriako. Oute ksero an tha mporousa na tou ta po ola ayta. Sigoura tha me theorisei xidaio pou to fxaristithika kiolas. Telos panton. As perasoun merikes meres kai vlepoume.12 Septemvriou 2001 Tetarti simera kai akomi den exo polikatalavei ti mou symvenei. Akomi eimai poli mperdemenos me ta gegonota tou savvatou. Mou pernane tosa apo to mualo pou den mporo na skefto me iremia: Apo ti mia me ponese somatika kai psixika me to na me anaggasi na kanoume sex. Apo tin alli niotho san tzoula pou tin deyteri fora mou arese. Kai oxi mono mou arese, alla eilikrina den ksananiosa etsi sti zoi mou. Mipos mou symvenei kati allo? Mipos einai aplos o tropos tou anthropinou mialou na epeksergastei mia traymatiki empiria? Ayti i skepsi me vasanize polles ores alla telika den prepei nane etsi. Na leo ston eayto mou psemata? Afou mou arese, afou fonaza na me kanei diko tou, afou den ithela pleon na vgei apo mesa mou. Den nomizo etsi na niothei kapios pou na vlepei ton eayto tou san thima. Kai omos apo tin alli ton miso akomi gia ton tropo tou. Mallon to kalitero thane na miliso mazi tou, na ksekatharisoume tin katastasi mazi, dioti monos mou den vlepo na kataligo pouthena. 15 Septemvriou 2001 Molis ksipnisa. Savvato mesimeri kai psilozalizome. Ti mera kai ayti xtes. Thlefonisa tou Petrou kai tou protina na milisoume. Aytos einai eygenikos kai xaroumenos opos panta sto thlefono. Synantithikame to vradaki se restoran (me kalese gia vradyno). Skeftika pos isos einai o tropos tou na zitaei sygnomi. Alla ekana lathos. Otan paraggeilame kai mou eipe pos perase i evdomada tou vrika kapia stigmi to tharos na anafero to thema tou prohgoumenou savvatokiriakou. Akouge prosextika otan tou diigoumoun tis skepseis mou kai den me diekopte. Tou eipa poso me mperdepse, poso me ponese kai pos den thelo na ksanasymvei kati tetio. Omologo pos ekeini tin stigmi den to pisteya oute o idios ayto pou elega, alla den mporousa na tou po “kane me oti theleis epidi maresei”. Den eimai kai trelos. Otan teliosa synexise na me koitazei sta matia ospou arxisa na kokinizo. Den iksera pos na krino to vlema tou. Arxisa na niotho anasfaleia, afou eftasa kai sto shmeio na nomizo pos ola ayta ta eixa mono fantastei. Omos otan gourlosan ta matia mou apo tin agonia mou milise epitelous. Eipe pos oti egine egine epidi tou areso kai epidi thelei na pernaei omorfes stigmes mazi mou. Mou ekane komplimenta gia to poso omorfos eimai kai gia to oti itan entoni empiria giayton na kanoume sex sto aytokinito. Eniotha pragmatika san kseftilismenos poustrakos ekeini tin stigmi pou ta akouga. Sxedon me ahdiase pou apo tin mia den ntrepotan gia tin via pou askise kai apo tin alli mou dimiourgouse kai typseis legontas “afou sto kato kato to itheles kai esy”. Den anteksa kai arxisa na dakrizo. Eixa kapote yposxethei ston eayto mou na min epitrepso se kanenan na me kanei na klaio, alla …….. nasou tora. Sikothika na pao na plitho kai tou eipa pos otan epistrepso thelo na fygo. Tote ekane kati pou me ekane na tremo apo thimo. Mou kanei nohma na plisiaso gia na mou pei kati kai mou psitirizei pos tora pou tha pao sto meros, thelei na vgalo to mpokseraki mou kai otan epistrepso na tou to doso kato apo to trapezi gia na exei kati diko mou. Thimosa poli kai efyga pros tis toualetes. Nomizei telos panton pos eimai koritsaki apo tainia? Nomizei pos mporei na mou symperiferete san name kamia petameni? Sto kato kato, aytos einai o pantremenos poutsis pou gamaei antriko kolo, aytos thaprepe na ntrepete kai oxi na mou zitaei kai ta resta. Kleidothika stin toualeta kai arxisa pali na klaio. Meta apo merika lepta syniltha kai arxisa na skeftome pos ola ayta den mporei na symvenoun pragmatika. Itan efialtis. Amesos omos thimithika pali poso mou arese o erotas sto aytokinito, poso eixa anapsei me to na niotho ta xeria mou na me zoulane kai pos spania tha vor antra pou na me kanei na niotho etsi. Xoris na poliskefto evgala loipon to mpokseraki mou, to evala stin tsepi mou kai piga sto trapezi. O Petros idi me koitaze me to vlema gemato aytopepithisi kai me ena elafri xamogelo sta xili. Nai loipon, isos prepei na omologiso ston eayto mou pos kano pragmata gia ton Petro pou den mporousa na fantasto pos tha ekana pote. Isos irthe i ora na apodexto pos oi anthropines sxeseis, propantos metaksi antron einai pio poliplokes apo oti eixa zisei os tora. Evgala loipon to mpokseraki kai prospathisa na tou to doso kato apo to trapezi gia na min me paroun xampari. O atimos omos aplos mou xamogelage kai den ekane kamia prospathia na to parei. Etsi imoun me to mpokseraki sto xeri misoskimenos stin karekla mou prospathontas na min travikso tin prosoxi tou kosmou. Tou ekana noima na to parei. Tipota aytos. Arxisa pali na kokinizo. Tou leo parto, alla aytos mou leei pos isos tora na min to thelei pia. Tha me trelanei aytos o anthropos. Opote traviksa to xeri mou, alla ekini tin stigmi aplose aytos to diko tou kai pire to mpokseraki. Prepei na to evale stin tsepi tou panteloniou tou, dioti den to ksanaeida ekeini tin vradia. Ayto pou ksero tora einai pos tou aresei na paizei tetia paixnidakia. Tou aresei na me kanei na niotho pos aytos krataei ta inia. Pos aytos apofasizei pote tha ginete ti. Den mporo na po pos mou aresei. Alla profanos paizo to paixnidi tou. I skepsi pos mporei na mou dosei tosi idoni me kanei na min mporo na thimoso gia poli ora mazi tou otan mou kanei tetia kolpa. Fygame apo to restoran. Alla den piga spiti opos arxika eixa sxediasei. Pigame gia poto. Ipiame arketa, kai milagame peri anemon kai ydaton. Den anaferame oute me mia kouventa oti eixe symvei sto estiatorio. Pernagame orea. O Petros exei arketo xioumor kai kserei pos na diigite kati xoris na me kanei na plito. Area kai pou pernouse kai kapios gnostos tou kai ton xeretage. O Petros itan eygenikos mazi tous alla den me systine. Ekane san na min ypirxa. Eniotha ligo avola, dioti o kathenas apo aytous tha mporouse na pei stin gynaika tou pos ton eide me enan agnosto 20xrono na pinei kai na gelaei. Alla sto kato kato, diko mou einai ayto to provlima? As min kathotan mazi mou, as pigene stin gynaika tou an den thelei na mpleksei. Eixe proxorisei i vradia kai eixame piei arketa tha elega, dioti katalava pos me otidipote elege gelousa. Simera ksero, den tha pino votka-lemon otan vgeno mazi tou. Itan gyro stis 11 otan ekane tin protasi na vgoume ston katharo aera. Symfonisa kai kaname volta. Itan poli orea kai synexia ithela na ton aggaliazo kai na ton filao. Vevea den mafise na ton aggikso. Telika den prepei na kataferame oute 200 metra me ta podia epidi kathe ligo kai ligaki stamatousame epidi ego epemena na ton aggikso. Protine na pame se mia garsoniera filou tou gia namaste monoi. Den eipa oxi. Ton ithela ekini tin stigmi. Pos vrethikame ekei den ksero, alla otan ekatsa sto krevati pali eixa ena poto sto xeri kai to xeri tou Petros anamesa sta podia mou. Itan fantastika. Den mafise na paro oute anapnoi. Itan triferos alla kai apetitikos. Exisa kai ligo apo to poto sta sentonia otan pige na me riksei pros ta piso gia na ftasei me ta daxtila tou akomi pio vathia mesa mou. Sxedon aytomata evgala ta rouxa mou kai arxisa na fonazo apo ekpliksi alla kai idoni otan eniosa tin glossa tou na mou glifei tin thili. Den to perimena ayto. Exo kanei men sex alla os tora den me exei aggiksei kaneis etsi. Sinexise kai taytoxrona me xaideye opou mporouse. Eixa ftasei se tetio simio eksapsis pou tha ekana oti mou zitage ekini tin stigmi. Alla o Petros oute kann skeftike na mou zitisei kati. Einai antras pou pernei ayto pou thelei xoris na rotisei. Me gyrise loipon mproumita, mou tourlose ton pisino kai akousa na anigei to fermouar. Plisiase kai xoris deyteri kouventa ton eniosa na mpenei mesa mou. Arxisa na voggao dynata. Itan san na me anigei sta dio. Xoris na to skefto arxisa na paizo ton poutso mou eno o Petros empene mesa mou kratontas me apo tous gofous mou. Otan stamatise prepei na eixe mpei olos, dioti eniotha sxedon karfomenos. Den mporousana kounitho. Ponousa alla eixa kavlosei toso pou den me eniaze. Afou sinithisa to megethos tou mesa mou arxise na kouniete mesa ekso. Itan katapliktiko! Mou anige ta kolomagoula me ta xeria kai me gamouse, eno mou elege poso ton anavo kai pos einai o epivitoras mou. Ego mono mougriza. Den mporousa na apantiso. Etsi synexisame ga poli ora, ospou telika exise mesa mou. Nomiza pos tha me plimirisei. Itan toso oreo na niotho na gemizo me ta igra tou. Amesos omos vgike apo mesa mou, me girise anaskela kai arxise na mou paizei ton poutso gia na xiso kai ego. Den argisa vevea. Amesos meta apokimithikame aggalia. Otan ksipnisa eniotha na ponaei o kolarakos mou. Meta tin eksapsi katalava poso prepei na me eixe aniksei. Etzouza alla den thelisa na tou kano parapona. Plithikame kai me pige spiti me to aytokinito. Eixe idi paei 3 ta ksimeromata. Prin katevo ton filisa kai tou eipa pos thelo na ksanavrethoume syntoma. Den apantise kai otan ton parakalesa na mou pei pote tha mou thlefonisei mou edose sfaliara.Zalistika ligo, ponesa kai piga spiti. Tora pou to ksanaskeftome……….isos pragmatika na min thelei na me dei allo. Gnorizomaste poli ligo kai ego amesos ekana pragmata mazi tou pou se alles periptoseis den ta ekana. Isos na me theorei “ksekoliari” kai na exase to endiaferon tou. Kai vevea akomi den mporo na miliso me ton Gianni gia ola ayta. Tha skaso pleon. Niotho monos me ayta ta provlimata. Gi ayto apofasisa na ta grapso s. Isos kapia stigmi na ta valo sto Internet me tin elpida na vrethei kapios pou na ekane paromoies empiries. 23 Septemvriou 2001 O Petros oute foni oute akroasi. Exei xathei apo prosopou ghs. Prospathisa mia-dio fores na tou thlefoniso alla to sikonei i gynaika tou. Mallon tha gyrise pali sayton. Gamoto! Tin pempti (20 Septemvriou) epitelous vrethika me ton Gianni. Milisame arketi ora alla telika den kataferame na moniasoume. Oute kala kala ksero akomi giati pareksigithikame. I vradia stin opia gnorisame ton Petros itan aplos i aformi apo oti katalava. Kati allo ton exei enoxlisei alla akomi den mou eipe ti. Ayto pou anefere einai pos ton teleyteo kairo niothei pos paramelo tin filia mas, pos den endiaferome gia ta aisthimata tou kai pos oute kann rotousa to ti skeftete. Xm. Den nomizo na exei dikio. Imaste filoi apo to sxoleio. Ton gnorizo diladi edo kai 8 xronia. Eixame panta mia poli steni filiki sxesi. Afou ftasame kai sto simio prin ena xrono na pame mazi diakopes. Isos omos nane ekei to provlima. Eixame paei gia mia vdomada sti Thasso. Eixame skopo kanoume ta mpania mas, na liastoume kai na diaskedazoume. Telika omos tis perissoteres meres miname sto ksenodoxio epidi o Giannis 2 meres prin pame eixe xorisei me tin fili tou kai klegotan. Den mporousa na ton piso na vgoume gia na apasxolithei ligo kai na ksexastei. Ekini tin vdomada kimomastan sto idio krevati epidi dyskoleyotan na kimithei kai kapia stigmi ftasame sto simio na filiomaste kai na xaideyomaste. Tora pou to skeftome isos apo tote oGianni na anakalopse pos tis aresoun kai oiantres. De leo pos emena den mou arese ayti i empiria, alla den amfisvito pos maresoun oi antres, oute mou lipei kati tora pou den xaideyome me ton kalitero mou filo. Itan orea oso kratise. Tora omos krinontas apo tin antidrasi tis ston Petro exo ypopsiastei pos zileyei. Alios den mporo na katalavo tin symperifora tou. Vevea den me voithaei kai o idios me to na mi mou leei ti tin apasolei. Sto telos tis kouventas mas mou eipe pos kala tha itan na meinei ligo kairo monos tou xoris na exoume epafi gia na mporesei na skeftei orismena pragmata. Den tou eipa kai ego tipota gia ton Petro kai gia ola osa synevisan, an kai exo anaggi na miliso se kapion. Telika oloi imaste moni mas. Stis dyskoles stigmes synithos den yparxei atomo pou na mporesei na se voithisei.Author: greekman27gmx.de