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I knew David was gay. I didn t have anything against him for that but his sister Lisa was fine as hell and they hung together a lot. She wasn t giving anyone any play either. I figured that if I got cool with David then maybe he could hook me up with his sister.



The problem was David wasn t just gay he was a flamer with the whole hips and finger snapping thing. He was humorous at times but sometimes it was just annoying. Regardless if David thought I was cool then I was sure he set me up with his sister.



It didn t take long for me to step up. I wasn t a bad ass or anything but when I saw this dude giving David hell I jacked the dude up. I made it clear that David was to be left alone and that David was a friend of mine. I should have known I d pay for that but Lisa was worth it.



David told Lisa and her friends what happened and the whispers started especially when someone over heard David inviting me to their house. I wanted to crawl under a rock but I stood firm. I didn t flinch when David put his hand on my arm.



He had told me to bring trunks I was thinking of Lisa in a bikini. When I got there it was a pool party and the closest thing to another dude being their other than me was David. It was every fine sister that I knew and a couple of choice white girls too.



David said Ladies I promised you a hunk of man flesh and here he is.



Wow! The babes were like how do you like these and this. It was all I could do to keep my jaw from falling open and Lisa had on a thong. She had to most beautiful light brown butt-cheeks I had ever seen and she was talking to me too.



The drunker we got the freakier the ladies got. I think I had my hand on every piece of ass there except for Lisa. I asked David to hook me up with Lisa and she started flirting with me. It was about midnight before it was only Lisa David and I.



I was floating around in the pool with Lisa in my arms but she was avoiding my kiss. I know I was drunk because I was begging her. She asked me if I really wanted some. I was like hell yeah. She said there was a catch that she and David did everything together. I was like I don t care if he watch.



We went into her bedroom and she pulled off my trunks. I was sitting on the bed while she knelt on the floor stroking my dick. I was like I can t believe this fine assed bitch is about to suck my dick. I felt like I was going to cum.



She said that David wasn t just going to watch he was going to join in. David removed her top and start massaging her naked tits. I was thinking that was a very non-gay thing to be doing. He knelt next to her so I had to spread my legs wider to get out of his way.



They started kissing and I could see their tongues going into each other s mouths. They were brother and sister. Lisa broke their kiss and took my dick in her warm mouth. I don t know how I kept from coming. I looked down and saw that she had her hand in his trunks. I must have blinked because I didn t see him put my dick in his mouth until he was taking it out and Lisa was putting it back into her mouth.



I was in shock. David was taking a turn at sucking my dick and I wasn t trying to stop him. Both of them had their hands on my dick stroking it when they were kissing again. What was even crazier it felt just as good when David was sucking my dick as Lisa.



Lisa told me to get up on the bed and she got on the bed between my legs while David removed her thong. He took off his trunks and got on the bed behind her. I thought he was about to fuck her but he buried his face between her butt-cheeks. Lisa was moaning as she sucked on my dick and I knew it was because of what David was doing to her.



Lisa got on top of me and I knew the hand guiding me into her was David s. I had my hands on Lisa s tits while she fucked me like crazy. David was trying to get his face down there. It was so crazy. David had my balls in his mouth. They were fucking the shit out of me.



Lucky for me they would get off my dick before I got to the point where I had to cum. I was eating Lisa s pussy and they were sucking on my dick when I finally came. Both of them swallowed my cum. They kept at it until my dick was completely limp.



David went to get us something else to drink so Lisa and I had time to talk. She said that she always thought I was cute but David was more important to her than anything. I asked her how long had she and David been doing it and she said since he came out the closet on his eighteenth birthday. I said other than the whole dick sucking thing he didn t act gay. She said he does that for her though he likes having his dick sucked. My eyes got wide and she laughed. She told me not to worry that she wasn t going to ask me to suck his dick. I don t think I could have done that even for her.



When David got back they did sixty-nine with David on top. Just knowing that they were brother and sister made my dick hard again. Lisa slid her head almost off the bed and called me over. At first she switched between my and David s dick and then she put my dick to David s asshole. I was compelled to do it. My dick went right up his ass.



Lisa got from under David and move so he could eat her out while I fucked him up the butt. That was something I never thought I d do but looking into Lisa s eyes I fucked David harder.



Lisa and David switched places and I was going up Lisa s ass while she sucked his dick. I didn t even hesitate when they switch again. Hell David did not have a hairy ass like mine. He shaved down there just like she did.



They really turned me out. I was kissing Lisa and she still had my cum in her mouth. It was sort of like sucking my own dick by proxy. The more we fucked the more I wanted to fuck both of them.



David took some pictured of me with my dick clearly inside of Lisa s spread pussy just in case I needed to prove something. I was like all over that. I had seen pictures of just about every girl around getting fucked by somebody but not one of Lisa. Lisa took some close-ups of David with my dick in his mouth but not where anyone could tell it was me.



The sun came up and we decided to go to the breakfast house to get something to eat. We ran into some people we knew and Lisa showed them at she and I were together. I mean other than kissing she was rubbing my dick through my pants.



I was ready for more when we got back. Lisa went to sleep on the bed so I fucked David and came in his ass before I laid next Lisa. David cleaned off my dick and sucked it while I dozed off.



The only thing was said was the Lisa and I were slamming and David let the pictures of me and her out. Nobody knew that we were a threesome.

An awesome blowjob for a friend before fucking his asshole

New York Agent Ch. 04

I know this has been long in coming out and thanks for everyone support the nagging helped. I ll try to get the rest out as soon as possible.



If you re not allowed to read this stuff please don t &hellip blah &hellip I ain t getting into it ya ll should know the rules by now. This chapter contains a memory from one of the characters being raped so if this upsets you please don t read it. Also I feel obligated to mention that some of the rape scene is from a harsh reality so I tried not to add much detail as this would have been an invasion of privacy to a very dear friend. Sweets thanks for sharing your story and approving of me using it.



Thanks to Genevieve for being an inspiration and friend (and all the hot sex tips!). If you weren t a raging queen I d marry you in a minute love ya babes! To AsylumSeeker thanks for the edit it made me cringe to see some of the mistakes. Also thanks to the amazing band Alter Bridge for writing the most beautiful song in the world. I had to use it. Enjoy and remember to leave a comment and vote. Love Belle



***



Reilly blinked and saw Jake s worried face above him. He blinked again and saw Jos kneeling at his side. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again it was accompanied by a whimper. Jake scooped him into his arms and almost squeezed the life out of him.



Don t ever scare me like that again. Jesus Jake mumbled against his hair.



Reilly closed his eyes again and held on to Jake wanting to believe the impossible but afraid that his mind was playing tricks on him. I need to call Emy was all he could think. She ll know.



Am I seeing things? he slowly whispered.



Open your eyes and look at me Reilly. He heard the voice of his long dead brother.



This can t be happening.



Lifting his head from Jake s shoulder he allowed Jake to help him up. He ignored everyone and looked straight into the deep blue eyes that were a direct reflection of his own. Deep blue eyes he thought he only shared with his mother and his baby sister.



How? he whispered. They told us you died we had a funeral. We mourned you. Mama nearly died from missing you.



We ll get to that later right now I d like to know why super cop over here is looking for Jos. He motioned towards Jake.



Shut up Hunt. That was Jos. She had moved closer to Jake and was standing in the protection of his arms. Hugging Jake close to her once more she smiled at Reilly.



I believe introductions are in order. Heath Hunt meet Special Agent Jake Fox my brother. Jos walked over to Heath and he opened his arms to receive her. Reilly just stared. Jake took over the rest of the introductions.



Reilly McCormack meet Jos Fox my little sister. Jos this is Reilly my . . . uhm . . .



His boyfriend. Reilly finished when he faltered slipping an arm around Jake.



Jos face split into a huge grin.



You found him? The question was directed at Jake.



Yes I did. Jake couldn t help but smile at Jos as he remembered their conversations about finding their ones . That person you spend the rest of your life with.



You? was his simple question.



Yeah. Jos answered sneaking a look towards Heath.



Suddenly before anyone could speak the door burst open and there stood Jordan and Hawke with massive grins on their faces. Holly and Cheyenne were not far behind.



I see everyone found each other. Cheyenne smiled. Jordan sneaked an arm around his very pregnant wife.



We ll give you some priva . . . Jordan started but Reilly interrupted him. Jake almost sputtered when Reilly started speaking.



Not so fast Colt. What the fuck is the meaning of this? Jake stared at Reilly opened-mouthed. Not quite used to hearing or seeing Reilly in agent mode. Everyone was quiet sharing their attention between Reilly and Jordan.



Reilly s blue eyes turned to ice. He seemed to grow taller in Jake s eyes. An unsuspecting wave of lust swept through Jake as he thought of the possibilities of Reilly commanding him. Of Reilly taking charge pressing his body in to Jake s. An involuntary shudder went through him.



Suddenly Jake realized where he was. He also noticed his hand slowly stroking Reilly s lower back and he was more than aware of the raging hard-on that pressed against Reilly s hip. Reilly however was oblivious.



Reilly s fists were clenched. His jaw was set. His eyes shot sparks at Jordan and Hawke. Jake saw the suspicion and anger in Reilly s stance.



Rei babe relax. Jake whispered in Reilly s ear. He tried working his hand into Reilly s but his fingers where clenched so tight he couldn t move or open them.



Reilly loosen your fingers. When Jake s words still didn t penetrate Reilly s conscious he slipped his hand underneath Reilly s chin and using as much strength as he could without hurting Reilly he forced Reilly to face towards him.



Angel. Jake whispered the word so only Reilly could hear. He felt Reilly s body relax against his. Reilly relaxed his hand and reached up to caress Jake s face.



Thank you he whispered closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Jake s lips. Jake slipped his arms around Reilly s waist and motioned to Jordan that they d like some time alone.



I ll speak with you guys later. Jordan said understanding in his eyes as he carefully led Cheyenne from the room. When the door softly closed behind him only Heath and Jos remained.



Jos had tears in her eyes. She knew her brother was capable of tenderness but the love that shone in his eyes for Reilly blew her away. She finally understood how two men could love one another with complete passion and honesty. She saw it in how Jake and Reilly were holding each other.



Jos heard whispering and realized Jake and Reilly were having a hushed conversation. Finally Reilly lifted his head away from Jake and looked over his shoulder at Jos and Heath. He loosened himself from Jake s embrace and walked over to where they were standing.



Heath stepped forward thinking This is it he s gonna go ballistic. To Heath s surprise Reilly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Heath. Heath who stood frozen for about two seconds and then crushed Reilly against his chest.



Heath. It was a muffled groan from Reilly. Oh God tell me this isn t a dream.



It s not Ray-Ray. Heath whispered.



When Reilly heard his childhood nickname from Heath s lips he broke down and started crying. Heath turned tortured eyes to Jos and Jake but they stayed away knowing that the two brothers needed this time together.



Heath started rubbing soothing circles on Reilly s back. Holding onto him until neither of them could breathe. Then they finally let go but still stayed close together.



I think&hellip Jake started but Reilly finished.



We need to get out of here and talk. Everyone seemed to agree. Jake walked over to Reilly still standing close to Heath.



Can I trust you enough to leave my sister and my love in you care while I go explain things to Jordan and Hawke? Heath just nodded and Jake turned to leave trailing his fingers down Reilly s back as he left.



When Jake had left the room Heath turned back to Reilly and asked His love?



Reilly blushed. Heath laughed at the expression on Reilly s face.



Oh God bro you got it bad. He grabbed Reilly by the arm and pulled him into another tight squeeze. Heath finally let go and stepped towards Jos.



C mere. He held out a hand to her and she rushed into his arms.



***



Being at home wasn t easy for Jake. Three months ago it had been him. Then came Reilly. Sweet wonderful Reilly. Goddamn sexy driving me insane with crazy lust Reilly. He still had six weeks of solitude before Reilly finally came home with him and just three days after his sex-life had taken a serious nose-dive for reasons he still didn t understand.



Now three weeks after six very long weeks of searching he was sharing his personal space with not one but three people. Reilly didn t mind the whole crazy lust thing remember? Jos was so much an extension of himself that he had gotten used to sharing a house with her within the first three hours after the novelty of having her back wore off basically.



Heath Hunt was another matter. Jake felt like Heath was following him around. Every time he tried to initiate the talk with Reilly he was there asking annoying inane questions that made Reilly remember things from their childhood. Reilly would melt and excuse himself from Jake and slink off with Heath to reflect on all the things they got up whilst growing up. What pissed him off even more is that Heath refused to talk about what happened. Where he d been. Why his whole family thought him dead.







As if that wasn t enough Jake couldn t get near Reilly. Every time he turned around Heath was in his face making damn sure Reilly and Jake were spending some quality time — apart that is.



Starkers. Stark fucking raving criminally shooting up a mall running around naked at a Red Sox game selling the brother of the man you re in love with into slavery to a pasha for a sex toy raving mad. Jake fumed. Did pashas still even exist? Jake suddenly wondered. Fuck if he knew! He went back to brooding. He was sitting at the kitchen table still nursing the beer Reilly had handed him after dinner.



Reilly was standing in the kitchen doorway looking at Jake. He still couldn t quite believe how the hell he d gotten so lucky to be allowed to love Jake. He also knew about the stark raving mad thing because in a lot of ways he and Jake were similar and by now he must be ready to start shooting people. That s why he got rid of his brother.



Reilly quietly spent the whole day setting things up. Jake and Jos were out of the way at Jos s apartment with dire words of bodily harm and torture if they came back until he called them to say things were okay. He could still remember the argument he and Heath had last night.



***



No way. I m not leaving you Heath burst out when Reilly told him it was time he and Jos left.



Jos stood to one side listening to the argument not saying anything. She knew why Reilly wanted them to go and quite frankly she couldn t blame him.



Keeping his anger in check he asked. Why?



How will I keep you safe if I m not here? Heath wanted to know.



I don t need saving I m perfectly safe with Jake. I m an agent with the International Intelligence Agency for God s sake. A special agent I can take care of myself. Reilly clenched his fists to keep from shaking Heath.



I . . . Heath started but Jos beat him to it.



We ll be gone in the morning Rei. No worries. Reilly breathed in a staggering breath and turned away from his brother before he snapped. Before he reached the door he heard Heath s voice.



I just found you I can t lose you again.



Fuck sakes Heath. I m not asking you to move to another country I m asking you to move across town. Jake and I we have some things we need to talk about. Stuff we can t do whilst you and Jos are here. I m sorry to have to do this but when I moved in here with Jake he said this was my house now too. So I m done asking nicely. I m telling you leave tomorrow. This is my house and you are no longer welcome here.



Jos saw the pain and hurt in Reilly s eyes at having to throw his brother out but understood why. Jake spoke to her this morning when Reilly and Heath had disappeared and confessed that he was afraid of losing Reilly to Heath.



As silly as that sounds I can t help feeling like it s true. I don t even get to tell him I love him. I don t get to kiss him goodnight or good morning. Every time I do Heath walks in and Reilly jumps up and goes to him like he s ashamed of being seen with me. Ever since we all met up at Jordan s he hasn t said he loved me. He doesn t sleep next to me anymore. He doesn t even sit next to me. When he looks at me it s with indifference and it s killing me.



Jake went silent after that and just dropped his head into his hands and sat looking lost and forlorn. Jos didn t know what to say to him so she did the one thing she could she wrapped her arms around her brother and cried all the tears that he refused himself. When she had looked up she caught a glimpse of a shadow moving away from the door and knew either Heath or Reilly had stood listening to her and Jake talking.



She wasn t sure which of them it was until Reilly asked both her and Heath to join him in Jake s studylibrary to ask them to leave. She watched Reilly leave and turned to Heath.



You re an asshole Hunt. She saw Heath wanted to respond but cut him off with a raised hand.



Go pack before I hit you. Can t you see that they love one another and need time to sort their own shit out? I ve known from day one that you were stubborn but I never thought you were stupid. We re leaving tomorrow. You re welcome to stay at my place. If you don t want to that s okay too but come tomorrow you and I are leaving end of story! Jos left the room after that little speech and Heath started packing. They were gone the next day right after supper without saying goodbye to either Jake or Reilly.



***



Reilly pushed away from the doorway and came to stand behind Jake and rested his hands on Jake s shoulders. He could feel the tension in Jake s shoulders and gently squeezed the muscles.



Reilly was afraid that their conversation might make things worse instead of bringing them closer but he owed Jake at least that. He owed his man that he d come to love with all his heart the truth.



Do you need me for something? Jake finally broke the silence.



That s when realized he hadn t seen Heath or Jos for the last couple of hours but before he could ask Reilly said Jos and Heath went to Jos s apartment. She ll be safe there. Jordan lives in the same building. I already spoke to him. You and me we ve got some things to discuss.



Reilly stepped away from Jake. He grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table opposite him. He offered him a bottle of water. Jake took the water with a murmured thanks and set it down next to his beer.



Reilly fiddled with the label on the bottle but didn t open it. He took a deep breath and finally started to speak.



I d like to tell you a story. It may take a while and it may not make sense but I need to get through it without interruptions. Reilly lifted his gaze to Jake s and saw Jake nodding. Reilly took a deep breath once again knowing it wasn t going to get any easier so he started where he guessed everyone starts at the beginning.



Three weeks after I turned twenty five I went to a club called vortex in Los Angeles. I didn t know anyone in the city so I was by myself. Anyway cutting out the dancing and the drinking — that s the night I met Scott. Reilly didn t even look up to see if Jake registered the name.



When Scott came up to me on the dance floor we danced. Just sort of bumping and grinding I had my shirt off by then and Scott kept touching me. To say I didn t enjoy it would be a lie so I won t. After about four songs he suddenly turned and disappeared into the crowd. Maybe he only wanted one dance partner? Maybe I wasn t hot enough? Who knows? About half an hour later I was getting ready to leave I didn t notice him anywhere so I just left. I took two steps away from the exit when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Scott standing in the shadows. I smiled up at him thinking JACKPOT !



Reilly opened the bottle of water but didn t take a sip. He didn t drink just stared. Jake kept quiet remembering his silent vow to keep silent. He didn t want to interrupt as this was the first time Reilly volunteered information. Quietly Reilly started to speak again.



I wished I knew then what I know now. I didn t realize then that the man I was ogling outside of one of L.A. s biggest gay clubs was a sick fuck. He didn t say anything just took my hand and pulled me into the shadows with him. I went willingly and we started making out. After what seemed forever to me he whispered in my ear. You want to get out of here? I nodded yes and we left.



I m not going into details of our relationship but things were good for a while. About two months after we started dating I moved in with him. We were the perfect gay couple. I loved him and I believed he loved me. I was flying a desk at the agency because Scott said he didn t want me in any danger. I thought it was sweet little did I know he didn t want me in any danger except from him.



Reilly hissed in a breath and finally lifted the now tepid water to his lips and sucked down half the bottle in one go. Then he continued.



It was a Friday I came home from work and Scott was waiting for me. It was the anniversary of our first year together. Scott whispered he had a surprise for me. I was giddy with love and lust. He stripped me and led me to the shower washing every inch of my body both inside and out. It was then that I remembered my promise to him. On our first anniversary he could fuck me before that there was never any penetration between us. We ve had sex in every way but one.



I was primed ready to do anything to keep this beautiful man with me. He led me to our bedroom and dried me off. He laid me on the bed and gave me a glass of champagne. To relax you he said. I downed the glass and that s where things get a little blurry. When I woke up again I tried to move but my head was thick. I knew what that meant. Someone drugged me my first thought after that was Scott and I called out for him. I was worried. Again I tried to move but that was when I realized I was tied to the bed. Wrists and ankles spread-eagle with no way of getting undone.



I strained and cried out again for Scott fearing something had happened to him. That s when I heard the laughing and saw the man stepping out of the bathroom. Naked as the day he was born he looked like a pro wrestler. Big fucking huge tattoo s covering his huge pectorals. I didn t know what to think I didn t know where Scott was and suddenly I felt fear. The same fear I felt when going through profiler training. Torture pain and a lifetime of self-hatred images I didn t know I possessed went through my head like previews of a horror movie.



The guy laughed his ass off at me and suddenly called over his shoulder. You guys gotta come see this I think he s gonna shit himself. I suddenly knew my nightmare had worsened. Three men all approximately the same size as the first guy walked out of the bathroom. I knew what was happening and resigned myself to it. My only regret was that I was unable to save Scott from them.



They laughed and joked like nothing was amiss. Then it suddenly got quiet when a fifth man walked out of the bathroom the four guys parting like the red sea. There at the foot of the bed stood my beloved Scott my beautiful lover. I cried then knowing he was okay.



When my tears cleared I noticed a difference in him. This wasn t my Scott this was someone else someone that looked at me not with love but with possession. I suddenly felt very naked under his gaze. There was shame mixed in with my emotions. I tried to speak to ask him to untie me. That s when the laughter came laughter that made my skin crawl. It still hurts thinking about the things they did to me.



Scott was first of course he had to be he had put up with me for a year. He took me there in front of the others. Dry with no lubrication to ease his way. I didn t scream. I was proud of myself that I didn t proud that I didn t give him the satisfaction. When he was almost done he pulled out and called one of the guys over and motioned him to jerk him off. He jerked Scott s cock until he came over my tied up body. He smiled at me that beautiful smile that I now thought ugly and nodded at the guys.

Reilly s breathing had become rugged and he drained the rest of the water with one gulp. Jake uncapped the bottle standing next his beer and pushed it across the table at Reilly. Reilly took it without acknowledgement. He held it his hands. He dragged in a breath and resumed speaking in a voice that sounded like sandpaper.



Frank was after him the tattoo guy. I didn t want to look but couldn t help myself and saw one of the biggest cocks of my life. He must have been about eleven inches long and two and a half inches wide. And he split my ass open with is huge dick. I did scream then I couldn t help it. I guess at that point I was grateful that he tore my ass open and that the blood from my ass eased his way but not by much. He also pulled out and came a torrent of come over my body. That s when I realized their plan. They didn t want my ass lubricated therefore their cum was spent over my body instead of inside.



I endured twelve fuckings between the five of them three of those from Scott. After what felt like a lifetime they were finally spent and left the room and left me to bleed on the bed. After about ten minutes Clyde walked into the room he d only fucked me once. He was also huge like the other but had the smallest cock.



I now knew why the others left. Clyde was worse than all of them put together. He took a whip to me then beating me severely. It seems he wanted something from me something I was unwilling to give. He wanted me to orgasm. He took my flaccid cock in his hand and started pumping but I was passed the point of any pleasure so he took another route. He took the handle end of the whip and stuck it up my ass.



His dick was too small to reach my prize he knew it. He wriggled the whip around until he saw my cock respond. He d found my prostate and worked it over. He knew if he stimulated me enough I would come and he was relentless prodding and rubbing my prostate with the whip handle and stroking my cock with the other.



Again Reilly drank water. His voice was soft and gravely. Jake sat and stared at his downturned head with tears streaming unchecked down his face. He couldn t believe what he was hearing. That someone would want to hurt is beautiful angel.



When I finally came after what felt like a lifetime he laughed and left the room and they left me alone. I could hear them in the den joking laughing and drinking. That s when the shame came shame that I could have enjoyed something so depraved as five men raping and beating me. Shame that I came when that monster was fondling me.



At some point my training and survival instinct took over and I tried to get free. I somehow managed to get one of my wrists loose. To this day I don t know how. I must have had an angel watching over me. I could reach far enough for my cell phone lying on the bedside table. I called Jack Foster. I worked with him in L.A. He was the only one that knew I was gay. I couldn t explain I just sobbed and said Scott hurt me I m tied up and there are four others please come please come now bring everyone.



I cried softly and guess I must have fallen into an exhausted unconsciousness because when I woke I was free and Jack was holding me murmuring everything would be okay. I started sobbing again and that s when I heard Heath s voice. Jack had called him. When he saw me he let out a cry of rage and gathered me up in his arms and carried me out of that place and to a waiting EMT van. Scott and his buddies were taken into custody. I testified at their trial and that were found guilty of rape and assault and possession of narcotics.



Jake couldn t take anymore. He silently got up and walked to the sink turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. When he turned around Reilly was looking at him. He didn t recognize the person looking back at him. His sweet angel was gone and in his place sat a defeated man ashamed that he had to share this secret.



Reilly saw the look Jake gave him and his hopes and dreams sunk lower than the floor. He knew it was a risk telling Jake what had happened and why he had intimacy issues. He looked away from Jake pushed away from the table and quickly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. He sat at the edge of the bed and waited for the tears to come but before his first tear was down his cheek Jake was next him scooping him into his arms and carrying him through the door and into his own bedroom.



Jake set Reilly down gently on his bed and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Reilly sighed when Jake s hands gently began removing his clothes until only his boxers remained. Jake left Reilly then and went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a soft dampened wash cloth a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.



He shook out three tablets into his palm and passed them to Reilly along with the water. Reilly quickly downed the pills and the water and handed the glass back to Jake. Jake placed it on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He then wiped down Reilly s flushed skin with the wet cloth. After he was done he went back to the bathroom taking the cloth and the glass with him. When he returned he was also stripped to his boxers. He stood looking at Reilly and whispered his first words he said in an hour.



Do you need to use the bathroom? Reilly silently nodded and Jake whispered go .



When Reilly returned from the bathroom Jake s bedroom was dark with music playing. Reilly wasn t sure what to do. Then he heard Jake s voice from the bed.



Come to bed.



When Reilly walked over and saw Jake s outline in the bed he got in next to him and felt Jake pull him closer and heard a whisper. Listen.



Looking back I clearly see . . . What it is that s killing me . . . Through the eyes of one I know . . . I see a vision once let go . . . I had it all . . . Constantly it burdens me . . . Hard to trust and can t believe . . . Lost the faith and lost the love . . . When the day is done . . . Will they open their eyes . . . And realize we are one . . . On and on we stand alone . . . Until our day has come . . . When they open their eyes . . . And realize we are one . . .



Rei . . .? Jake whispered.



Reilly didn t answer. He was crying against Jake s shoulder. Knowing instinctively what Jake was trying to say. I know our day will come was the line from the song and said it all. And realized we are one made it absolutely clear.



This is our day it s finally come Angel. From today we are one and no one will change that. I know I may not always be at your side but I ll never hurt you I ll always do my best to protect you. This is our time now baby.



Jake cuddled himself against Reilly s back spooning him his arms wrapped tightly around the man he loved. Then he said something else.



I understand better now why you were upset a few weeks ago and I don t blame you. I m sorry if I brought back ugly memories for you Angel. I m sorry that I hurt you. Thank you for trusting me enough with your fears and your past. You re a truly remarkable person Reilly McCormack and I love you with all my heart and truly feel that I was put on earth to love you.



Reilly turned in Jake s arms and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned slightly forward and softly kissed Jake s soft lips. He didn t move away he spoke against Jake s lips.



Thanks for all you ve done. I ve missed you. You still live in me you have from the moment I met you. I feel you in the wind I feel like you guide me constantly. You were always there waiting and I missed your face smiling down on me. I caught myself closing my eyes to see it.



Reilly pressed another sweet chaste kiss against Jake s lips before continuing.



You re a part of me and your song set me free. You were as kind as you could be and you still mean the world to me. I never knew what it was to be loved. You were always there for me you were always there waiting. I m glad I was able to tell you so I could set us both free from sorrow. I ll still love you more tomorrow and I know you will be here with me still when tomorrow comes. That song that you made me listen to that s our song and it s our song that sets me free. I ll sing it when I feel I can t hold on. I ll sing it tonight because it comforts me. You comfort me.



Reilly sighed against Jake. Jake squeezed Reilly and replied his voice thick.



You re not alone Angel. I ll live with your memories and regret I couldn t save you back then. Darker days seem to be what will always live in me but Reilly this is my true freedom. I hope you ll find some peace today. Be awake to the fact that there s no going back back to the world in which you were living. All my life I ve waited. Endless days. Years have gone by and I felt broken. You have fixed me. You ve taken my life in your hands and set me to soar. Let s leave the past unspoken. Let those years no longer haunt you. Are you ready for me? Are you ready to be mine?



Jake held his breath while he waited for Reilly to respond.



Forever was Reilly s one-word reply.



Jake gathered Reilly close knowing instinctively that he needed to be held. Reilly drifted his face pressed to Jake s chest their arms wrapped around each other and their legs intertwined. Reilly mumbled fighting sleep.



Let go my love. I ve got you and I ll never let you go. I love you Angel Jake whispered into Reilly s sweet-smelling hair.



Love you to Kitten.



Jake chuckled softly upon hearing the endearment from Reilly lips knowing he referred to Jake s eyes. He told Jake the reasoning behind that statement once Your eyes remind me of a little kitten naughty.



Sleep Angel you re safe. Then all was quiet as Reilly and Jake slept safe in each other s arms.

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Best Friends Of The Same Sex

They say that opposites attract. I think that this saying is true and not just in romantic situations. My name is Ronald Brown and I have a story to share with you. It s about me and somebody who kind of sort of matters to me a lot. First and foremost I have to let you know something. I m a guy who gets wild and does all manners of things so if you re faint-hearted maybe you should split while you still can. If you re a tough-minded soul then stick around.



I ve been friends with Stephen Novak since we were in high school. Looking at us you d never think that we would hang out. I m a six-foot-two 240-pound black man. I play football and sometimes I wrestle. I almost made MVP of my college football during my first year on the team. I won first place at a state wrestling championship in the 235-pound weight class. I m a star athlete. It takes a lot of work but my old man David who is a detective with the Boston police department raised me to be a fine young man. My mother Marie is a teacher. We re a middle-class family living in the big city.



My buddy Stephen is the exact opposite of me. He s white for one thing. He s also one of those artsy types. He loves art and music. He knows how to knit. He s also gay. Yep my buddy Stephen is gay. Everyone knows that Stephen is gay. In high school he was a member of the Gay Straight Alliance. What I like about Stephen is that even though he s a skinny white dude going to school with a lot of arrogant inner-city kids he never took crap from anybody. It didn t matter if you were a man or a woman black or white Stephen never took crap from people. He stood his ground no matter what. I admire that about him.



We were friendly in high school. We didn t hang out with the same crowds but we had some things in common. I like to paint if you can believe that. I love to draw. It s a hobby I learned growing up and my mother always encouraged me to do it. She liked Stephen. I told Stephen to downplay his habits while in my house not because I was ashamed of him but because black people are notoriously homophobic my parents included. Me I ve always been a liberal at heart. Somehow both Stephen and I ended up at Amherst after graduating from high school. I went there to study Criminal Justice since I wanted to become a policeman like my dad. Stephen went there to study Business administration. Would you believe that we ended up roommates?



The college scene wasn t really my thing to tell you the truth. There were a lot more females than males at Amherst and I didn t like being a double minority : black and male. There were three chicks for every dude at that school and most of the chicks were white. A lot of the students at school were rich brats. There s this chick named Laurel in my Criminology class who is absolutely loaded. Her father works at the State House as part of the Governor s office. There s this other guy named Michael who was also filthy rich. Yeah I wasn t comfortable at school.



Stephen Novak was having a blast. There were lots of openly gay students at Amherst. Some of Stephen s friends were pretty interesting. His buddy Paul a tall Latino guy was actually the son of a wealthy Puerto Rican politician. There was this big black dyke named Amanda who was the daughter of a well-known congressman. So many of the gay students were rebels. Stephen started dating this guy named Louis Stern. Louis was this tall good-looking guy who had blond hair and gray eyes. Unlike all of Stephen s queer pals he did not look queer at all. Louis didn t talk or act effeminate at all. He was so different from the rest of Stephen s clique most of which were effeminate men and macho women.



I learned a bit about Louis. He came from Utah and he wasn t gay. Louis was a former high school volleyball player who was exploring his bisexuality while at the University of Massachusetts. He was totally easy to talk to. He talked and looked like a regular guy. He was into sports and video games. The dude even had the picture of a big-booty girl in his dorm room. He told me that the girl resembled his ex-girlfriend a sultry bombshell named Samantha who left him when he revealed to her that he was bisexual. I found Louis to be a lot more interesting than any of Stephen s pals. I did not know that gay and bisexual guys could be people who looked just like me. Oh I wasn t a homophobe. It s just that almost every gay guy I met was into fashion design and every gay girl looked like she had more testosterone than my football team buddies.



Man Stephen was a very social dude and his life was sometimes draining on mine. Don t even ask me how many times I ve had to go pick the dude up from a bar while he was drunk. I was busy with school and football and when I wasn t busy I was frustrated as hell. The females at Amherst left me cold man. Almost all of them were skinny chicks with no chests and no butts. I longed for the curvy black and Hispanic chicks I knew back in the hood. How I missed home!



Things started getting more interesting when Stephen began hanging out with this girl named Katherine Oliver. This chick was alright. She was a tall good-looking girl with blond hair and pale blue eyes. She was very hot and had a really fine sexy and full round butt. This chick had it going on. She was on the Softball team. When I heard that I was crestfallen. Most softball players were dykes. Fortunately for me Katherine was a heterosexual young woman. I asked Stephen to introduce me hoping that for once my long-standing friendship with the gay dude would help me score with a female. Things didn t exactly work out as I had planned.



I asked Katherine out but she shot me down. Apparently she didn t date black men. That was cold. It bothered me but I didn t care. It saddened me though. I told Stephen about it. He got really mad at her and told the bitch not to call him or hang with him anymore. I was proud of my gay buddy for what he did. He stuck up for me. How times had changed. Back in high school I was on top and all the females wanted me. Now I was just a single brother in the city. I approached Sarah this fine Jamaican girl from one of my classes. She wasn t into me. Like a lot of black females she loved taking a brother down. I shrugged it off and moved on. Stephen tried to cheer me up by setting me up with some of his female friends. The heterosexual ones I mean.



Thus Stephen introduced me to this chick named Jessica. Jessica was a slender girl with dark brown hair pale white skin and dark brown eyes. She was rather pretty in a tomboyish kind of way. She came from Quincy Massachusetts and was studying Nursing. Jessica was not what I expected. After the fiasco with Katherine I was hesitant to date any woman regardless of race. Jessica was nice though. This girl loved sports. She was into kick-boxing and also baseball. I like sporty girls. Maybe it s because my mother was a very sporty woman and I admired that about it. Jessica and I hung out a few times. She was a nice girl but she just didn t light my fire. I saw her as a buddy not as a potential girlfriend. Sorry but that s how it is.



Jessica didn t relent though. This girl pursued me relentlessly and I must admit having a girl like that interested in me to this extent was flattering. I gave in of course. Jessica was a nice-looking girl and she was good company. She liked me. Why go against it? Especially since I had been flying solo for the past six months. One night when Jessica asked me to check out her dorm I did. I came inside and as soon as the door was locked the girl put the moves on me.



I didn t resist her when she kissed me. I kissed her back. We got right down to business. I kissed and caressed her body. Jessica unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. She then pushed me onto the bed none too gently and then climbed on top of me. At this point the brat was stripped down to her bra and panties. I looked at her. There was a wild look on her face. I laughed. This girl was a freak! We definitely got our freak on. I put on a condom and then we did it. I stuck my cock inside her and she began riding me like a jockey on a horse. I put my hands on her hips and thrust into her. Jessica was some kind of freaky. While we fucked she was cussing louder than a New York cab driver. Man the words that came out of this chick s mouth would have made a hood rat proud! I put her on all fours and took her from behind. As I fucked her like this she got even louder. We fucked and sucked the night away.



After this initial encounter Jessica and I ended up getting together for sex a few more times. Then as abruptly as it started her interest in me vanished. I didn t really care. At least I got some booty out of it. I had been at Amherst for six months and so far I was a very lonely brother. People seem to think that football players are popular everywhere they go. At school I felt almost invisible. Again I was a poor young black man trying to get his education to make it in life. Unfortunately college girls only wanted rich men. Oh well. To hell with the bitches! I focused on my school and got better grades than I usually got. I even made Dean s List that semester.



When Spring Break neared us I thought my luck in the romance department would change. It didn t. Stephen for once wasn t doing much better than I was. One night he came to tell me what happened. Stephen Novak had introduced his lover the hunky Louis Stern to openly bisexual activist Michelle Spellman. Louis and Michelle had fallen in love and left Stephen in the dust. My poor buddy was inconsolable. I looked at Stephen. My poor friend. He was weeping. For the past few months things have been tough but I didn t cry. My dad told me that a man doesn t cry. That s for bitches and sissies. When I looked at Stephen I didn t see a bitch or a sissy. I saw a friend in pain. I just held him in my arms a gesture which surprised the both of us.



Stephen stopped weeping and looked into my eyes. I looked at him and smiled. Looking at him like that reminded me of all those times in high school when other students bothered him. I always had his back even though my teammates bugged me about it. I would approach whatever guy or girl was bugging my friend and tell them to back off or else. None of them ever wanted to find out what or else meant. Something about a huge and potentially dangerous black man standing in front of you makes you quake in fear. At least that s how the homophones used to react. I never had to use force to get my way. I always won through intimidation. All in the name of protecting a friend.



Stephen smiled at me and gently touched my cheek. I froze. What was he doing? As he touched my face gently I thought that his hand felt so nice against my skin. I also thought that this was wrong somehow and normal people shouldn t touch each other like that. But something inside me didn t care. I found myself touching Stephen back and then something happened which surprised the both of us. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Time and again in my life I have been told that two men shouldn t be together in any kind of romantic or sexual union. I had been told this by my preacher and by society. But when Stephen kissed me all those thought went out the window and all those voices were silenced.



When we kissed it took me to another world. I thought I knew what passion was. I had done it with girls before and sex with them was alright but this this was new. There was an intensity in this kiss a slow but powerful buildup from deep inside me that I could no longer deny. I had never felt anything like this before. I pulled Stephen into my arms and we embraced. We fell on the bed together and ended up on the floor.



He was on top of me his slender body on top of my heavily muscled form. I looked at him and we kissed again. I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. He felt it too. Quickly we undressed each other. Our hot naked bodies were pressed together. He started touching me. Touching me in ways I had never been touched before. It was amazing. Even more amazing was the way my body responded to his touch. It was like magic like a virgin piano responding to the touch of Mozart.



Stephen licked me from my head to my toes as if I were the sweetest thing he d ever tasted. When he took my cock in his mouth it was unlike anything I d ever felt before. I d gotten sloppy blowjobs from girls back in school but this guy was a pro. He knew just how to work it. He pleasured my body in ways I couldn t fathom. Finally when I came he did something no one had ever done before. He tasted my seed and drank from me. I looked at him with wide eyes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at me.



I smiled at him and hesitantly touched his face. He smiled and didn t resist as I pulled him closer. Once more he was on top of me. I looked at him. I wanted this young man more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. I had never felt an urge or a need as powerful as this one. It was like being thirsty in the desert or hungry in a famine. A deep hunger had been awakened inside me and would not be sated until I had him. He looked into my eyes and understood. Without a word being spoken he knew what I wanted. He wanted the same thing. He wanted me inside him. And so I entered him.



I felt his tender flesh yield as I entered him. Stephen gasped. I was looking into my best friend s face as I went into him. He opened himself up to me hearing my wordless plea and welcoming me inside him. This was so different from any sexual act I had ever done. Oh I had only been with women before for one thing. But this wasn t it. As I thrust into him and looked into his eyes I realized that this was different from anything I d ever done because this wasn t fucking. I had never been with someone I liked sexually. I had never been with anyone I felt anything more than lust for. This wasn t fucking. This was making love. When I fucked someone I didn t usually want to look into their faces but I did with Stephen.



As I went inside him he put his arms around me drawing me closer. I found myself embracing him as well. I felt a rush in my loins. I knew what was coming. So did he. I came and moments later I saw the evidence of my lover s orgasm as he came as well. I reached for his member and stroked it as he came. Stephen cried out in pleasure and so did I. When all was done we kissed again and went back to bed. I fell asleep with his arms around me.



When I woke up the next morning I was shocked. I was shocked by last night s events. But not in the way you might think. I lay there looking at Stephen. He was already awake and dressed. He had gotten down to the dining hall of the dorm and gotten the both of us plenty to eat and drink. He smiled at me. I smiled back. All that happened last night came back to me. Stephen seemed a bit nervous. Maybe he thought I regretted what we did together. I didn t. Hell I wish we d done it sooner.



Stephen stood there looking so nervous. I couldn t help but smile from ear to ear. He put down the tray and then started to talk about last night. I got up and looked at him. I stood naked before him and he looked me up and down before licking his lips. I grinned and kissed him before heading into the shower. I turned on the warm water and gestured to him. Moments later he was inside with me clothes and all. We made love again in the shower. This was the start of something new and wonderful for the both of us.

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Cell # 13

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This is a story about love and betrayal in prison and at home. (MM intr bdsm)



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When I arrived at prison I was terrified. The smell of concrete and steel permeated and hung heavy in the stifling air. The long four hour bus ride shackled in chains didn t do much to alleviate my anxiety. I was assigned cell #13 after a lengthy intake process. We were given two uniforms of state green plus two pairs of white boxers and a pair of cheap work boots along with two pairs of white socks.



I took the fact my cell was number 13 as a foreboding sign from the gods. My sentence was an indeterminate one to three years. My crime was possession of a controlled substance. If I stayed out of trouble while incarcerated I could expect to be free in about thirteen months I was assured by my half-witted defense attorney. I m your average white male about five feet ten and an unprepossessing one hundred and sixty five pounds. I m average in all regards.



Of course I had heard all the horror stories about prison. I prayed I could find a way to avoid becoming Bubba s bitch. My wife the beautiful and very sexy Jane and my fourteen year old son were waiting dutifully at home for me. Both had promised to write and visit often. They kept their promise.



The inmate population was preponderantly Black and Spanish. Whites comprised at most five percent of the population. The guards or corrections officers as they liked to be called were all Caucasians.



I had historically gotten along very well with both Black and Spanish men and women. I had owned a nightclub in New York City ( The Black Cat ) before my incarceration. The club catered primarily to Black and Spanish men and women. So my familiarity with their sociological predilections was well founded in real life settings. The tone and texture of their quotidian languages and mores were not as alien to me as they were to my white colleagues in stir.



The edifice known as Lions Mountain Correctional facility was an imposing brick and mortar building of the late nineteenth century variety. It was nestled high up in the mountains of New York State near the Canadian border. There were sections of it that still bore the stamp of its 1890 origins. Most of it however was somewhat more modern circa 1950 s or thereabouts.



In each cell there was a bunk bed a commode a small table and a tiny locker.



I occupied my cell #13 all by myself for about a week or so. The guards told me my cellmate Lance was being disciplined and was in the box . The box I learned was prison idiom for solitary confinement. Lance would be out of the box in a day or two depending upon his deportment the guards said. Having the 9 x 6 cell all to myself was spoiling me. We arose at six in the morning for breakfast in the mess hall.



We were marched to the mess hall for lunch at twelve noon. Dinner was at six in the evening. The final count and lights out was at eleven each night. There were counts of the inmates at various times during the day. For obvious reasons the guards cared more about the inmate counts than anything else in the facility. The food was esculent. It was enough to keep body and soul together.



For the most part the guards were essentially indifferent to the inmates. I quickly saw that as long as they weren t annoyed and the counts went smoothly they left us to our own devices. We inmates had our own little world. It was subject to all the vagaries and petty prejudices that any small community of men might be only more so. For this was prison not a boy s camp.



Only thoughts of my wife and son kept me from having a nervous breakdown. We were allowed out of our cells each day besides meals for our work assignments. Each inmate had to have a job or some school to go to each and every day except Sundays. Muslims were given Saturdays off and worked or went to school on Sundays. A large recreation room with a television and tables and chairs was on each cellblock. There were rows of fifty cells to a tier in each building. There were fifteen such buildings. Tiers were five stories high.



The fifth tier in all the buildings were in desuetude and without lights and uninhabitable.



Fifth tier cells were all open and empty. Nobody was permitted on the fifth tiers including the guards. The railings on the fifth tier were all loose and the steps were dangerous. There were three thousand prisoners housed in Lion Mountain. I was but one. This is my story.



I heard the keys of the guard long before I saw his face. Mike the nicest and friendliest of the guards approached and opened the door to cell #13. My first reaction to Lance as he ambled into the cell was one of inferiority. Lance stood about 6 2 tall and weighed in at 230 pounds of chiseled granite muscle. His well defined muscularity strained at his green shirt and pants. Lance s face was blank expressionless and cold icy cold.



He had the kind of face that made one wish for a glimmer of emotion on it.



I quickly scampered up to the top bunk. Lance gave me an unexpected wide toothsome smile. Other white inmates had told me the bottom bunk was Lance s.



Got a smoke? Lance asked pleasantly enough.



I had received a package from my wife Jane only yesterday. I had plenty of smokes. I thanked God I did. I had no desire to get off on the wrong foot with Lance by disappointing him with a negative answer to his first question. I very quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. Lance spoke in a relaxed manner about his trials and tribulations in the box without me asking.



However he refused to tell me what he had done to get himself thrown into solitary. I didn t press the issue with him.



We spoke of our lives and our respective crimes for nearly two hours. The yell of MEAL TIME WALKING was given by the captain of the guard big Sal. Lance and I as well as the whole cellblock grew silent. We marched to the mess hall in stony silence. I followed Lance as we grabbed trays utensils and then our meal. I sat at a table of twenty inmates.



The chatter in the mess hall was stridently staccato and seemingly friendly in tone. Old friends and new making small talk of prison and street life. I remained silent. My one friend Tim and I exchanged glances and small nods of hello. Upon our return to the cell Lance produced his short eyes . Short eyes is prison vernacular for glossy pornographic magazines. These magazines depicted women in scantily clad outfits and nudes. Very few of the books had graphic sex scenes.



He offered me one or two to peruse. I took them. I didn t wish to appear uninterested in a subject which clearly interested Lance so much sex. I reminded him I was married and had a wife and fourteen year old son waiting for me at home. Lance grunted approvingly at this reminder. We showed each other our favorite bitches in the short eyes books. Short eyes are a status symbol in prison. Lance had the most in the entire facility. I was duly impressed with his collection of dirty books.



I felt both fear and pleasure at having the top prisoner as a cellmate. To be frank and candid I had a gnawing fear since Lance first entered cell #13. Fear of his astounding physical presence and his daunting and unquestionable superiority over me. My pleasure was derived at watching his catlike and graceful movements. He moved with the grace and assuredness of a jungle beast. His muscles rippled under his clothing like snakes in a bag a well fitting bag to be sure.



He noticed the picture of my wife and son I had put on the locker.



He said only Good looking lady.



I said Thanks.



He told me again how lucky I was to have family that visited me regularly. He said You re blessed man blessed



This was a phrase I was too hear often in the ensuing months. Very quickly it became de rigeur for Lance to hold out his hand anytime he desired a cigarette. I only responded by placing a cigarette in his huge hand. Lance was going to be inside he said for about a year or so. He had violated parole. He was now doing time for parole violation.



His original sentence or bid as the inmates referred to sentences as was twenty years. Lance had done fifteen years of an original twenty year bid . Lance had killed a white man. He was now nearly thirty nine years old and had spent half of his life in prison. despite this horrifying situation he appeared to be a calm and satisfied man. Underneath this quiescent façade breathed a fire and a fury.



Lance returned from his assigned work in the prison kitchen. He removed his kitchen habiliments as I reclined on the upper bunk. There was one shower for every five cells. Permission from the guard on duty was needed to use the shower.



I didn t want to appear self consciously prudish as Lance prepared for his ablutions by averting my eyes. He held my gaze. He disrobed and chatted with me steadily as he did so. He sauntered to the showers. He held a bar of my wife s Camay soap she had sent to me. He let his towel drop to the stone floor. Lance was an astounding physical specimen. My heart skipped a beat.



The cells were left open during most of the day. They were only locked completely down on last count at eleven P.M. The guards patrolled the cell block corridors of each tier in use. They walked back and forth back and forth. The 5th tier was conspicuous by its silence and disuse. Inmates freely socialized by visiting each other s cells under the watchful eyes of the omnipresent guards.



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During my first few nights at Lions Mountain I had heard bizarre noises during most nights. They were definitely the sounds of humans and not of rats as some suggested to me. They were emanating from the 5th tier I was certain of this. Could the joint be haunted? Things were scary enough without ghosts.



I was soon assigned to work in the prison kitchen. Lance and I were now coworkers as well as cellmates. I hadn t had this kind of propinquity with my wife I smiled to myself. Lance only snickered mischievously when I asked him about the noise on the 5th tier. After our first day working together we repaired to our cell.



Lance said You take a shower first Ron I ll take one after you.



No problem I mumbled in reply.



It was impossible not to be naked in front of your cellmate at some point. Lance s stare bore into me as I hurriedly removed my kitchen uniform. I was bizarrely pleased Lance found me worthy of a second glance. After my shower Lance allowed another inmate to take his turn in the shower.



Lance had that kind of influence with the guards. He remained in the cell with me as I finished drying myself with a new fluffy towel Jane had sent to me. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy Lance s attentive glances. At this point I was beyond ordinary horniness. I had not had sex with my wife or anyone else in months. I was backed up to say the least.



Don t be shy Ron Lance said evenly.



I m not I m not I replied too nervously to sound convincing.



Ok ok Lance smiled.



My slender and diminutive dick sprung to life. I stood balancing myself on the back wall of the cell. My towel fell off as I sought to remain upright. I quickly bent to retrieve it. Lance s large black hand got there first. Yup I was standing completely naked with a hard- on before the grinning Lance. My feeble white physique was on full display for Lance s delectation. Lance winked and licked his lips like a man viewing a freshly cooked pork chop.



I was comfortable with Lance. I didn t fear him like I thought I would. My fears were now diluted with sexual overtones. Lance had not shown any evidence of being queer. He had not been the least bit threatening or violent towards me. Quite to the contrary Lance was solicitous and protective of me.



He elicited the feminine side of my bisexuality. I hadn t confided my bisexuality to Lance. I doubted he cared all that much. I had been sexually attracted to Lance the very instant I first saw him. I didn t think I would be well advised to confess this fact to him.



Lance pitched an unbelievably huge tent in his shorts. He looked like he might be trying to hide a small baseball bat.



Not here not now Lance muttered softly.



I looked at him blankly in response.



Later on the 5th tier he added mysteriously.



I remained silent.



Lance allowed me to dress unmolested.



A flash of disappointment washed over me quite unexpectedly. I had an inchoate sexual desire for this black Adonis. I melted when he uttered my name. He said Ron in an almost romantic manner. At least this is how I heard it. Lance actually asked for a cigarette. We were both sitting on his bunk. Lance began a most remarkable story. Lance told me all the cellblocks were segregated into whites and what he called their nigger bosses .



I listened in rapt attention to every word of his tale. He told me all the whiteboys did the bidding of their nigger bosses no questions asked. This is how it is. The nigger bosses used the 5th tier as a rendezvous spot for their sexual assignations with their whiteboy concubines sorta speak. With the connivance of the guards the 5th tier was nothing less than a seraglio for satisfying the lustful sexual cravings of the niggers .



The whiteboys satisfied all manner of sexual cravings of their nigger masters on the 5th tier. My mouth was agape at these astounding revelations. This of course was the reason I had heard bizarre noises all those nights. Lance told me my whiteboy friend Tim could confirm his fantastic story. He was a regular whiteboy date of one certain nigger on the 5th tier Saleem.



I had noticed Tim was more than a shade less than masculine. However he was married with two kids. And I was married with one son and I was excited. Who would know? Behind closed doors and all that stuff. I made a mental note to check with Tim ASAP.



Lance told me a lot of niggers were allowed out of their cells at night. The guards chose which ones and why. Lance was never overlooked. The niggers would in turn choose certain whiteboys to be their dates for that night. Almost all of the guards were voyeurs it turned out. The guards who weren t minded their own business. What goings on ! on the 5th tier I thought. Lance told me which whiteboys were part of this continuing queer orgy on the 5th tier. Many were.



The penalties for refusing an order of the niggers by any whiteboy were beatings and the silent treatment. Neither penalty appealed to me as much as Lance did. He asked me what I thought. I told him I was very much in favor of the whole setup. He laughed contentedly.



It keeps peace in the joint and makes everybody happy Lance announced.



When in Rome I thought.



Lance told me it would be a while before he could arrange for me to be a date for some nigger on the 5th tier. It seemed all the niggers were pleased with the whiteboys they already had. Lance noted that when whiteboys left Lions Mountain replacements were called for. He laughed as he told me he would put in a good word for me with the powers that be.



There was no use in pretending I was some type of macho tough guy with Lance. I wasn t and he is twice the man I am in all regards. I surrendered my ego to Lance s will.



I wistfully thought of my wife and son waiting for me at home. No time for sentimentality the niggers needed me my white skin and sexual talents right here. I blushed. Here without the influence of any females my girly side dared to become ascendant.



Lance filled me in on the real hierarchy of the facility. The whiteboys were totally subservient to the nigger bosses This was something I had noticed but not the sexual component. I had missed that. He further told me that the whiteboys who received packages from home were expected to liberally share them with their nigger bosses . This I had seen. I had seen Tim give Saleem a large black inmate many items of food and cigarettes. Tim gave them up with no signs of distress or hesitation either. It was all starting to make sense to me now.



Lance also told me that whiteboys with people on the outside were expected to make requests that these persons contribute to the nigger fund . Our people on the outside then received the names and numbers of certain niggers. These niggers were sent their own personal packages over and above what we shared with them. The niggers didn t share with the whiteboys. My weenie dripped precum at this fabulous story.



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I spoke to Tim at the library the first chance I got. Tim was twenty-five and about 5 9 and one hundred and forty five pounds. He was undeniably good looking. Flirting with being pretty. Blonde hair Tourmaline blue eyes perfect alabaster white skin. His chest was sparsely sprinkled with light hair. His mouth and lips were pouty enough to be wrapped around a cock I lewdly thought. His girlish good looks were topped off with a very respectable tight and toned physique.



Tim was a swimmer in high school. He was possessed of a small and submissive demeanor. He told me he had never entertained homosexual fantasies. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or not. He struck me as androgynous in appearance and attitude. Tim was a soft delicate and refined gentleman. He was a college graduate with an excellent job before he was incarcerated. Now he was just a college graduate.



He was at this facility for embezzlement. He allowed as he was at first horrified at being a fuck-toy for the niggers. He further confessed he was now deeply enthralled with being the nigger s whiteboy whore his new role in life. His nigger boss Saleem was one of the more attractive and militantly rough niggers.



They looked like the perfect couple. He six feet even and two hundred pounds and he slight and oh so very white and fey. Tim doted on Saleem s every move and desire. He often washed Saleem s cell on his hands and knees. He washed Saleem s underwear by hand in his sink. Tim shared *everything* with Saleem. When Tim spoke of Saleem I saw love in his eyes. If not love actually then lust most assuredly. Obviously Tim was now a flaming faggot queen. Since I first met Tim his manner had gotten to be very gay. He swished and minced all over the cellblocks. Much to the nigger s delight.



Oh Ron these niggers are such men real men! He squealed in a womanly voice.



I just can t help myself it feels so right and so good being their whore he gushed with a girlish glee.



Ron I m in love with that big black buck of a man Saleem he mewled breathlessly.



I was astounded at Tim s confession of love for Saleem. He was doing so much more than going along to get along . Tim was in serious romantic love with Saleem. At the very least infatuation was Tim s affliction. Tim s wife Rita visited regularly and contributed to the nigger fund generously.



I wondered if she knew of Tim s new found love of black cock: And his emotional involvement with Saleem. Tim was a high strung man and given to emotional flights of fancy I saw. But I was gratified to hear Tim talk as he did. It made my feelings for Lance so much easier to talk about. I felt less odd. I had a soul mate in Tim it seemed.



Tim I melt like a schoolgirl when I see Lance I confessed to Tim.



We both blushed and giggled like thirteen year old girls.



Tim confirmed Lance s lurid tale of the 5th tier. He told me he wished I would soon join him and the other whiteboy whores on the 5th tier. I told him quite honestly how much I looked forward to it. Tim s confessions got me hornier than I was before. I needed to speak to Lance and lobby for a spot on the 5th tier soon. I needed sex. I needed to be a nigger s whiteboy trash whore slave. My heart pounded and raced in my chest. My dick stiffened. It leaked precum.

Lance was sitting in the sink of our cell when I returned. He was wearing only his white boxer shorts. Lance was rolling a joint. I was still flushed with sexual ardor from the invigorating chat I had had with Tim.



So did ya talk with your friend Timmy Ron? Lance asked casually.



I sure did I smiled back.



So? Lance inquired further.



I want to be on the 5th tier Lance! I effused excitedly.



A deep throated chuckle was Lance s only reply. Then he added Ok Ron let s see if I can help you out



My face was barely large enough to hold my smile.



Want some Ron? Lance asked as he pointed the marijuana cigarette at me.



I put my hand out to accept the contraband. I inhaled deeply the acrid weed. My head was instantly light. Lance laughed. Lance sucked on the forbidden plant after I did. We both got high fast.



Lance s magnificent man meat flopped out of his tight boxer shorts. He saw and heard my glance and gasp of shock. My eyebrows were raised in pleasant surprise. I smiled. His cock was very very impressive indeed. This was the first good look I had gotten at his snake. And a snake it was too. It had to be 7 long and God knows how thick. Though thick it was. It was still an unexcited snake. I schemed to change this state of affairs.



My schemes were about to bear fruit.



You want this right whiteboy? Lance stated rhetorically.



I could only gulp.



You bet I do big boy!



He and I both smiled at my awkward boldness. It was the marijuana bringing out my innermost truths. Lance lifted his giant black body off of the sink. He gingerly sat himself down on the toilet bowl. I was at a loss for an adroit approach.



Lance helped me with a well timed C mere whiteboy and suck me off.



I scrambled to the cold stone floor with amazing alacrity. A bit too quickly for Lance s taste I saw. As he said.



Slow down ho take off your clothes first stupid he sneered these words. I responded with



The guard?



Don t worry about that sweet thang he said nonchalantly.



I cast a wary eye at the walking guard. The guard gave me the slightest of smirks and kept on walking past cell #13. I removed my shirt and pants very fast. Breaking off a button in the process. Lance was amused at my eagerness. I slowly removed my boxer shorts.



C mon let me see that purdy white body baby doll Lance said seriously.



Lance was accustomed to man on man sex. It was relatively novel for me however thus my shyness at actually doing it as opposed to just fantasizing about it. I was once more naked in front of Lance sporting an erection no less. I felt little shame and self consciousness at my teeny paltry five inch boy-cock.



I was sure Lance had seen his share of puny whiteboy penises before mine. Anyway isn t this the way it should be.? A superior black god humiliating a whiteboy whore from the get go? The shattering comparison was quite clear. His huge muscular frame against my slight white frame. His humongous black cock against my miniature white penis. Black trumps white.



He smiled broadly at the scant white meat I was packing.



Hey that IS a tiny little one isn t it Ronnie! he said quite pleased with himself.



He added quite unnecessarily That s so small someone should have thrown it back.



Lance laughed at his own joke.



My shriveled up emaciated little nub of a penis stirred ever so slightly at Lance s cruel but oh so true words.



Yeah I know it s small I said sullenly.



My pulse quickened at this slight.



I was into verbal humiliation as well as physical pain and degradation in my life on the outside. I would get my fill and then some at Lions Mountain.



Lance reached out and shockingly touched my dick. I wasn t expecting this move from a macho man like Lance. With two large black fingers Lance squeezed my penis and pulled me down to my knees. My face was only inches away from Lance s black serpent. It looked like another life form growing from his narrow hips separate and apart from Lance. I quickly pulled Lances shorts off of his luscious loins and threw them aside.



Yeah show your nigger daddy what a good little white cocksucker you are Ronnie Lance hissed.



Give him a good blowjob. A real nice one baby doll. Do it good and daddy will let you be on the 5th tier Lance said tantalizingly.



Without using my hands I caused his huge soft cock to flop into my open wet mouth.



I was salivating copiously. I was salivating like the hungry bitch I was. I needed this alpha-male s genitals in my mouth to be complete. I wetted his mammoth cock up and down and across. His astounding love-stick was in fact HUGE. The veins very prominent and very dilated and distended. The myth was perpetuated by Lance s tool of love.



The fetid stench of urine covered its mushroom head. I hungrily washed it off with my wet tongue. Lance wasn t circumcised. I wantonly licked his prepuce clean and dry. I gently chewed on his generous foreskin for a few minutes. I simply adored the sensation of Lance s great cock growing inside my soft white pussy-mouth. I moaned appreciatively. Every move my tongue made at it the goddamn thing took in more blood and grew and grew and grew. It tumesced into a turgid steel hard 11-inch! I estimated.



I was bound and determined to give this nigger the best blowjob I was capable of. I did so want him to want and like me. He helped by pushing his pelvis into me hard. I kept my hands on his hard black muscular upper thighs. With my fingertips barely making contact with his skin I teased him as I softly ran my fingers over his thighs. I moaned some more. I aimed to put on a top of the line show of vulgarity.



He pushed his moliminous meaty cock into my mouth relentlessly. The fucking thing snaked its way to my throat s opening. I gagged. My eyes watered and my nose ran. I saw it was physiologically impossible for me to take this whole black monster snake into my mouth. I worked long and hard on his long and hard love muscle. I relented and put my smallish left hand on the base of his outsized cock. In doing so I brought into contrast my very white skin against his ebony velvet skin.



My wedding band reflected the light of the single bulb that illuminated our cell. I thought of Jane my lovely wife at home waiting with my son Brian for my return. And here I was giving a loving blowjob to my cellmate without any threats behind it. I was sucking his behemoth cock because I wanted to. I needed to. I was being unfaithful to my wife with a big nigger buck and loving it to boot. An evanescent cloud of guilt shrouded my mind for brief seconds. I took in the first 7 or so of Lance s amazing cock within my mouth.



I alternated jerking the remaining cock meat with my left and right hands. The black monster cock was big and heavy. My mouth and hands covered Lance s black meat in white skin. I twisted and turned my head in corkscrew fashion. Between my twisting and turning and bobbing head and my jerking hand action Lance was forced to moan out.



That s what I m talkin bout. Suck daddy s nigger stick PIG! Lap dem balls son.



I loved it when Lance called me a pig.



My weenie was sluicing precum like a motherfucker.



As my mouth and head turned right I turned my hand in the opposite direction. Clockwise Counterclockwise clockwise. Then I reversed the movements of each. It s not called head for nothing. I was using my whole head to give my black daddy a first class blowjob.



Lance s fertile testicles hung like two pieces of strange fruit from a black Sequoia tree.



They dangled all by themselves into the commode beneath him. I licked and lapped each one separately. Taking special care with each one. I lovingly sucked each ball as though it were my last meal. I was breathing heavily. So was Lance. I don t think he expected this much fervor from me.



I was surprising him with my intensity and expertise. I dragged my hungry whore s tongue all over his loins and ran it by his coarse pubic hair. Down the shaft of the huge black cock my tongue travelled. Licking the inside of his smooth black thighs. Lance snorted and threw his head back and took a deep drag of the joint. He put the joint in my face. I adamantly refused to interrupt the fabulous blowjob I was giving him to smoke pot. I knew pot was supposed to be the whiteboy s reward for such favors. I would get my reward when Lance came in my mouth. I was willing to wait.



As fast as I could I bobbed my head up and down on Lance s unforgiving cock.



I went down on his cock with my mouth only till I reached my tiny hand which firmly grasped the wide base. The cellblock grew eerily quiet. The only sounds were of the slushy gushy squishy wet noises I made as I sucked Lance s man-meat. Every nigger and white inmate and guard had to know a blowjob was in progress. The sounds were unmistakable. I reveled in the spotlight.



My moans grew a tad louder for the audience. My white weenie was as soft as marshmallow. I was so intent upon giving Lance his pleasure I had completely forsaken my own. I leaked precum like a broken faucet.



I was definitely into this shit. I was a true whiteboy whore slave. And I hoped a consummate cocksucker.



*



A volcano of cum-lava erupted into my waiting and only too eager and compliant mouth. The cum dripped and flowed from my drowning mouth. I caught most of it with my nigger-cum hungry mouth. I felt as though I had achieved a long sought after goal. In other words I felt a sense of accomplishment. My pride was unconcealed.



Lance lifted my face from his wildly spurting cock. From which the last three or four ropes of warm cum hit my eyes and nose. Lance was laughing appreciatively. I continued to massage Lances great balls as his grand cock spurted and squirted its final load into my already cum-drenched mouth. My cum stained eye and nose were closed shut by drying cum. I was now glad I took off my clothes. I looked down and saw my hairless chest and stomach dripping with even more of Lance s semen. I was covered in his seed.



My thin white body was a willing canvas for his nigger cum. I triumphantly held my mouth wide open. I was careful not to swallow or drip its contents. I said ahhhhh. Then Lance looked at me. Then and only then did I ostentatiously swallow all of Lance s cum that had landed in my mouth. I was quite knowingly putting on a disgustingly lewd show for Lance. Our own little X- rated entertainment one might say. A dirty show for my nigger daddy .



That s right PIG show daddy what a cock-sucking piece of white shit you really are Lance said sternly.



I smiled and licked my lips and said Anything for you daddy.



It was quite a sight. Me on my knees and a mouth dripping with a nigger s cum.



I heard the guard say Wow ! from somewhere far from my sight. Lance s symbol of black superiority: His immense cock hung low and soft once more. It drooped like a dying python. My tiny 2 soft penis of silly white meat a symbol of white pride and inferiority hung also but not so low. I was hung like an insect. With very little imagination one could visualise or mistake my genitalia for a vagina and clitoris.



I sniffed at Lance s detumescent sex organ like a bitch seeking sexual congress with an alph-amale. I dutifully licked Lance s large love pole clean. He shivered with delight as my tongue sneaked into his piss-hole. I greedily lapped the last drops of nigger cum from Lance s tasty and still giving black tool.



I planted small kisses on his big black balls. I ended it with a small peck of a kiss on his cock s giant mushroom head. My pale white body was flushed pink with excitement. My knees were scraped raw and bloody from the rough and harsh cell floor. I was very tender.



That was real fine baby Lance exhaled.



You re a good cocksucker Ronnie he continued.



Now you ready to be MY white pig whore BOY he intoned in a deep bass voice I was growing to love.



Get dressed BITCH! he said commandingly.



I stood and slowly put my clothes back on slowly very slowly. I regained my equilibrium. I retrieved Lance s shorts and held them till he took them from me. His cock now soft was more than three times bigger than mine.



I had given Lance the best blowjob I knew how. Though I remained unsure. I ruminated that I should have could have done it more slowly more lovingly more devotedly. However Lance was apparently pleased with my efforts. I still remained unsure. The blowjob only lasted fifteen minutes by my watch. I castigated myself. It was the first blowjob I had given in many years.



And absolutely the first one I had given to a black man. And without any shadow of a doubt the biggest cock I had ever sucked or even seen for that matter. Its color and size only spurred me on to a better performance I thought. I would only improve with practice I reassured myself. I did so want to be the best cocksucker Lance had ever had male or female.



I had my work cut out for me.



My eagerness for being Lance s 5th tier whiteboy bitch was stronger now. I had found my niche. I was to be lance s whore. I felt unashamedly exuberant.



All I needed was Lance s approval and invitation. I would do anything to get them. Anything.



I was a good whiteboy cock-sucker I wanted to be a great one.



Lance and I met behind the cellblock. The area here was dense with dead and dried weeds and the remnants of the last snow storm. No guards or inmates were anywhere to be seen. Lance said



so you wanna be my ho on the 5th tier eh son?



I replied with a sincere and heartfelt.



yes sir please I really want to be yours. I want to be your shorty .



Shorty being nigger slang for either a girlfriend or inferior male friend. Or so I had gathered.



Lance asked and stated.



You really want this bitch?



Ok lets do this Ronnie I only lowered my eyes and nodded affirmatively. I nervously bit my lower lip.



I gotta do this baby Lance said.



As he balled up his giant black hands into fists.



I murmured Please I Want it. I need it bad.



The look of eager anticipation on my face gave my perversion away.



Lance said You be one sick muthafucka and he laughed. I m startin to like you baby Lance chortled.



An unspoken bond existed between Lance and I now. We both knew I wanted and needed him to beat me and manhandle me. My eyes were aglow with a weird hunger. His punches though powerful and sure were nowhere near as devastating as they could have been I figured. He was pulling his punches according to his sense of how much I could take safely. My smile was a sickly one as his giant black fists crashed into my too soft white belly.



The warm flow of my blood contrasted with the chilly air of upstate New York. My blood gushed and dripped from my face. Drop by drop my blood dripped on the white ground. The snow covered dirt directly beneath me was now a dark maroon from my blood. My dick was never as hard before or after. The last flurry of punches rendered me semiconscious. I was seeing stars.



I was still alert enough to mutter Hit me again nigger do it Lance. The crimson blood looked good on my white skin.



With a crushing right cross Lance lacerated my left cheek. He knocked me completely unconscious with the left that followed.



It was our little secret. I loved it that Lance beat me. It made me so much his real bitch. He owned my body and now my soul. I was his 100%.



You be up with me in dat muthafucka! Lance announced excitedly.



I staggered like a new born kitten against the brick wall. Lance grabbed me by the collar and helped me walk back to our cell. My penis was at full attention. My face was bruised and bloody. My stomach hurt like hell. My breathing was forced and labored. Lance handed me a dirty cloth.



I held it to my bleeding mouth and nose. It reeked of sweat.



I had proved my mettle and worthiness to my new master Lance. I hoped.



Having my ass kicked by this big black god only strengthened my adoration for him.



And his respect for me and my commitment to him only increased.



I have never felt more alive.



I belonged to someone.



I now looked forward to my introduction to the secret world of the 5th tier.



I would not let my black master down.



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To be continued?

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Straight Guy s First Cock

I had just turned 26 years old last month. My girlfriend gave me more pleasure than any man could ask for. I had a good job and commanded a lot of respect from my peers. But something was always there…a desire to suck a mans cock until he came.



I knew how I liked my cock to be sucked so I figured I would be great at giving head.



I should make it clear that I am in no way attracted to men in any way. The thought of making out with another guy makes me want to puke but I did have a craving for cock.



I knew if I ever had the chance I would jump right on it and suck it like a bitch…and tonight I did.



I was cruising the local sex board and saw a posting from a 29 year old white male with a 7.5 cut cock. He was in good shape and was looking for some oral fun sometime after midnight. Since his hotel was close to the airport I knew right where he was.



I sent him an email giving him my stats and saying I was interested in meeting him that night.



By this time it was 1:30 in the morning and I knew I was going to be staying up the rest of the night.



He emailed me back around 2:00 and said to come on over.



So I grabbed my jacket washed off my cock and hit the road. I got to the hotel at 2:45 a.m. and went to room 261…I knocked on the door.



When the door opened there was a normal looking guy in shorts and a t-shirt looking at me. He had a sort of smile on his face and I knew he thought I looked good.



We stood there for a few seconds and just moved around awkwardly…I asked him what he wanted to do (hoping he would take the lead) but all he said was I don t know . That was when I took off my pants letting my smooth shaved cock dangle in this studs face. He followed by sliding off his shorts and revealing to me the nicest smooth cut cock I had ever seen. It was so velvety soft and seemed to draw me in closer.



I took it in my hand as he reached around and grabbed mine we fondled each other for a few minutes before I finally told him to sit on the edge of the bed.



He slid to the edge of the bed and I knelt down in front of him it seemed like a movie as I grabbed his semi hard cock and took it in my virgin mouth.



Suddenly something inside me took over as I found myself wanting his cock to fill my mouth. I was slopping and slurping like a little whore. Giving what I considered to be the best blowjob ever given in the Midwest. I found myself wanting his cum all over me…more than any desire I ve ever had…I wanted this mans cum! I sucked and sucked as he guided my hand to his balls I began feeling them. Rolling them lightly through my fingers while I rammed his hard cock down the back of my throat.



I could hear myself choking and sounding like a little slut as he continued pumping my face over and over again. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face and lips with it. Smearing my spit and his precum all over my nose and chin.



And then it happened he told me he was going to cum and I pulled his cock back and aimed it right at my face…stroking and stroking him until finally a warm spray laced my eyebrows and nose with him hot cum. It just kept squirting all over me for what seemed like 30 seconds.



I gave his cock one or two more slow squeezes before finally getting up and walking into the bathroom.



I grabbed a towel and wiped all the cum off my face but realized it had gotten all over my shirt too.



I walked back out into the room to see my man sitting with a look of disbelief on his face.



Suddenly I didn t even need my cock sucked the look of satisfaction on his face was all I needed.



I got my pants on and gave him a hug bye he promised to email me whenever he comes into town.



I really hope so too because now I m afraid I m addicted to sucking cock.



My worst fear may be true I may be bisexual…or even gay…either way it was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. If you ve got a fantasy live it out guys. Nothing beats a hard wet cock slapping you in the face and covering you in sweet hot cum.



Wow I am hooked!

airport I knew right where he was.



I sent him an email giving him my stats and saying I was interested in meeting him that night.



By this time it was 1:30 in the morning and I knew I was going to be staying up the rest of the night.



He emailed me back around 2:00 and said to come on over.



So I grabbed my jacket washed off my cock and hit the road. I got to the hotel at 2:45 a.m. and went to room 261…I knocked on the door.



When the door opened there was a normal looking guy in shorts and a t-shirt looking at me. He had a sort of smile on his face and I knew he thought I looked good.



We stood there for a few seconds and just moved around awkwardly…I asked him what he wanted to do (hoping he would take the lead) but all he said was I don t know . That was when I took off my pants letting my smooth shaved cock dangle in this studs face. He followed by sliding off his shorts and revealing to me the nicest smooth cut cock I had ever seen. It was so velvety soft and seemed to draw me in closer.



I took it in my hand as he reached around and grabbed mine we fondled each other for a few minutes before I finally told him to sit on the edge of the bed.



He slid to the edge of the bed and I knelt down in front of him it seemed like a movie as I grabbed his semi hard cock and took it in my virgin mouth.



Suddenly something inside me took over as I found myself wanting his cock to fill my mouth. I was slopping and slurping like a little whore. Giving what I considered to be the best blowjob ever given in the Midwest. I found myself wanting his cum all over me…more than any desire I ve ever had…I wanted this mans cum! I sucked and sucked as he guided my hand to his balls I began feeling them. Rolling them lightly through my fingers while I rammed his hard cock down the back of my throat.



I could hear myself choking and sounding like a little slut as he continued pumping my face over and over again. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face and lips with it. Smearing my spit and his precum all over my nose and chin.



And then it happened he told me he was going to cum and I pulled his cock back and aimed it right at my face…stroking and stroking him until finally a warm spray laced my eyebrows and nose with him hot cum. It just kept squirting all over me for what seemed like 30 seconds.



I gave his cock one or two more slow squeezes before finally getting up and walking into the bathroom.



I grabbed a towel and wiped all the cum off my face but realized it had gotten all over my shirt too.



I walked back out into the room to see my man sitting with a look of disbelief on his face.



Suddenly I didn t even need my cock sucked the look of satisfaction on his face was all I needed.



I got my pants on and gave him a hug bye he promised to email me whenever he comes into town.



I really hope so too because now I m afraid I m addicted to sucking cock.



My worst fear may be true I may be bisexual…or even gay…either way it was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. If you ve got a fantasy live it out guys. Nothing beats a hard wet cock slapping you in the face and covering you in sweet hot cum.



Wow I am hooked!