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MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)
Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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YBWL-3
Hello! This is a story about young boys doing things that young boys probably ought to not do to each other. If you have no desire to read such a story, then please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the very strange contents of my imagination. As you have figured out by now, I have very strange fetishes. The only way I can relieve them is through these stories. Let me know what you think in the comments- my account is periodically deleted for whatever reason and I enjoy hearing from those who enjoy my strange work. Please, enjoy!
Chris stirred the food around his tray absent-mindedly as he glanced at his soon-to-be opponent across the cafeteria. He was a little worried about their match on Saturday, and he typically handled the stress of his matches well. And Chris had quite the stressful life.
Chris had really been a member of the YBWL since before he could even join at the age of ten, helping his friend Luke train. Chris had always had dormant feelings for Luke, and like any reasonable teenage boy he kept them that way. As homoerotic as the YBWL was, there really weren’t that many gay guys in it. Homosexuality was mocked just as it would be in the football locker room or classroom. Chris had hoped in the beggining of their relationship that their “practice sessions” were really just excuses to take each other’s clothes off and jerk each other off. By this point it had become clear, however, that Luke was into it for the dominance rather than the eroticism. Still, Chris was pleased that he could enjoy the contours of his otherwise straight friend while on the wrestling mat. They were practically best friends, and that was good enough for Chris.
His other good friend Josh currently had his interest anyway. Josh sat to his right, sharing a conversation with the majority of the table as usual. Josh was a star athlete on the track team, and quite the looker. He thought that Josh just might be gay…..
Since their joint initation Luke had risen to the top ranks, currently holding the YBWL’s best win/loss ratio. The two still regularly sparred together. Luke, sitting to his left now, patted him reassuredly. Luke had only lost twice in his long YBWL career-once to Chris, in one very long and spectacular match. His other loss…. well thats a story for another time.
“Chris, I can tell you’re nervous about this match. And you can trust me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about.”
He paused to take a massive bite out of his apple. Luke usually only ate the apple off of his lunch tray, which he frequently complained about the contents of. As he should. The boy’s school served awful food.
“He’s friends with that punk-ass Jake kid I demolished in front of everybody earlier this year. With a sparring partner like that, he ought to be no problem at all.”
Josh joined in the conversation. “Thats easy for you to say! You demolish practically everybody that crosses your path!”
He turned his chair so that he could look Chris directly into his beautiful green eyes. Chris was a low-ranking member of the school’s ROTC group, and currently donned the military-esque apparel. His most attractive feature were his ears, which were quite large and stuck directly outwards. They looked cute on the small boy and accuented his facial features. His military cap rested atop his military haircut at all times while wearing his uniform, in fear of punishment via pushups. His skin was perfectly tanned, which looked great in contrast to the white skin of Luke and Josh. Josh had seen what Chris looked like underneath that uniform, in his incredibly hot match with Luke. And he liked it alot.
“You can’t take advice on matchups from Luke-nobody can touch him except you thanks to ya’lls matchup experience. He’s on a whole other level. This kid Alex’s friend Jake might be weak, but I’ve heard that Alex is actually pretty good. What I want to know is why you’ve agreed to a match at his house.”
Chris finally spoke. “I know you guys are into these public matches, but I’m not. I’m tired of ’em. I’m just not into the whole public domination thing. That, and I can’t use my house for a match this weekend.” He resumed stirring his food around. The truth was that he preferred to take advantage of his opponent in ways that might…. disturb some people of a younger audience. He didn’t need his high school knowing that he had strange fetishes, he was only a freshman.
This upset Josh, who wanted to see more of Chris. He quickly spoke again. “Then at least let me go with you! I’ll wait outside or somethin’. Look, normally you would be talking shit and being your usual cocky self, so something is obviously up with you. I just don’t want you to lose just because he cheated to get the upper hand.”
Luke laughed. “You’re just saying that because you lost to that weird kid….what’s his name?….Tyler! If you had been on guard he wouldn’t have got the drop on you! Besides, you had that coming. You constantly torment that kid. Next time you fuck with somebody, you better make sure they aren’t a member of the YBWL.” He concluded this sentence by smugly sipping on his drink and looking towards Chris. “Alex is a straight-edge loser. You got nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to be seeing pictures of you covered in jizz next Monday like Ol’ Josh here.”
But Alex would turn out to be a bit of a challenge, as anticipated by Chris. For one thing he was almost a good foot taller than five foot-two Chris. He didn’t have nearly the same muscle tone, though. While Chris looked chiseled and worthy of worship, Alex had more of a skinny “boy next door” look. He was a good well-behaved kid with blonde hair and brown eyes, and seemed a genuinly nice person. He had only been in the YBWL for a short time but he had a promising start.
The boys chatted for a little while longer until the bell rang and they headed for class. “Look, if you wanna spar before the match for some practice…” Luke extended his hand and Chris shook it.
“No thanks, I got some homework and ROTC stuff to take care of.” replied Chris. “But thanks. I’ll see you guys Sunday for football?”
“For sure.” said Luke. “Good luck.” The three of them all exchanged goodbyes and headed to class.
Chris arrived at Alex’s house around twelve on Saturday. He was wearing a pair of green camoflauged cargo shorts with a black “Semper Fi” tshirt. Alex answered the door wearing an undershirt and blue jeans. “You’re Chris, right? Come on in!” He smiled and stepped aside so Chris could come in.
Alex had a pretty nice house. A big one at that. There was a large blue wrestling mat placed in the center of the living room. All the furniture had been moved to the adjacent theatre room. Plenty of space to move around. Alex offered something to drink, to which Chris declined. Alex’s humbleness was attractive and his throat was a little parched, but Chris kept Josh’s advice in mind. He didn’t want to accept a drugged drink.
“I’d rather get on with the match. Do you have a camera?”
Alex nodded towards the kitchen table, which had a large classic polaroid camera resting on top of it. He took off his socks and stood on the matt. “Ready when you are.”
Chris took off his shoes and socks and joined his opponent on the mat. Without a word spoken both boys threw up their guard and approached each other. The match was on.
The boys took turns exchanging blows. Alex clearly wasn’t going to try anything against Chris in terms of submission or ground work. Chris quickly realized that Alex’s dominant reach meant he was going to have to bring him down to the ground, as he found himself on the recieving end of many of Alex’s strikes and out of reach. He quickly dove for Alex’s legs, but recieved a nasty knee to the face from a quickly-reacting Alex. He fell to the ground on his knees, clutching a slightly-bleeding nose as he felt his shirt being yanked quickly down over his head. Chris threw himself backwards and stood up quickly, wiping his nose as Alex tossed his shirt to the side. The grey waistband of his briefs, reading “Hanes: Classic” poked up over his shorts.
Chris approached his opponent again and continued to recieve the majority of his opponent’s strikes, patiently waiting for the right time to strike back. That moment soon came when Alex attempted a risky front kick to Chris’ face. Chris grabbed his foot with his left hand and raised it as high as he could, then quickly struck Alex’s sack with his right. Alex collapsed to the ground immediatley, clutching his groin. Chris quickly joined him on the ground and slammed his head against the mat five or six times, until he was hardly moving. He groaned as Chris flipped him over onto his back and fumbled with his belt. His hands weakly tried to resist his attacker as he undid the clasp on Alex’s jeans and pulled them down to his knees, revealing his tight white Jockey briefs.
“Good boys like you always wear these” Chris laughed and stood up to grab his previously discarded shirt. He returned to Alex, sitting atop his chest as the boy started to come around a bit. He wrapped his shirt around Alex’s neck and pulled as tight as he could with his right hand. With his left he reached behind him and fondled Alex’s still-soft and yet still-visible equipment. Alex thrusted his hips and clawed at Chris’ torso in a vain attempt to escape, leaving marks on Chris’ chiseled torso and giving him even easier access to his genitals. He found himself completely helpless as his assailant fondeled his cloth-covered package. Soon his body’s motions slowed and then stifled completely as his body succumbed to the lack of oxygen. The humble young boy was unconscious.
Chris breathed a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t often lose his matches after scoring the first knockout. He left his shirt around Alex’s neck and stood up to finish pulling his jeans off. He pulled him to the center of the mat and laid down beside him. He jerked him off through his briefs, passionately exploring Alex’s growing bulge and ass through the tight cotton. As soon as Alex was hard Chris moved down to his real target:the feet. Earlier when Alex took his socks off Chris had noticed something that he hadn’t before: Alex had beautiful feet. They weren’t too big or small, and he just found the texture and curves and shape really attractive. Yes, Chris had a foot fetish.
Chris now had a raging hardon thinking about what he was about to do to this cute boy’s feet. He wished he could shed his clothing right then and there and be free of the confinements of his shorts and briefs, his raging cock pulsating as he ravished the feet of his opponent. But that would only make Alex’s victory more likely, and if so quicker and easier.
He took a deep breath from Alex’s package as he continued to fondle it, slowly making his way down until he got to his feet, which the boy clearly took care of. The nails were recently trimmed and they smelled good. He had probably recently bathed. And now his toes were about to recieve a tongue bath. Chris played with his feet for a while as he planted his own foot firmly into Alex’s groin, massaging his balls with his own feet while fully exploring the contours of his. He ran the bottom of his foot up and down Alex’s visible shaft as he popped each one of his toes ino his mouth one at a time. His eyes were closed in ecstacy as he savoured everything about the moment. He hoped that the sleeping boy, clad only in his undershirt and white briefs, would never wake up.
But soon he did. Chris noticed him slowly regaining consciousness and continued to bathe his feet, now focusing on the bottoms. He wanted Alex to see what he had been doing to him. Alex quickly grabbed Chris’ foot, which was still massaging his balls, and roughly tossed it aside. He scooted backward until he was up against the wall. His boner made a visible tent in his tight briefs. Clearly groggy, he threw up his guard.
Chris quickly took advantage of the moment by throwing in a few strikes at random areas to keep Alex guessing, who couldn’t get any offense going. Chris soon easily landed an impressive blow to the chin, which he followed immediatley by sweeping Alex’s leg. He elbow dropped the boy’s stomach, taking great pleasure hearing the air knocked out of him. Alex was now clutching his stomach and rolling slowly back and forth. He didn’t really resist when Chris pulled his undershirt off of him.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, Chris knelt down beside him and freely explored his ass, balls, and everything in between with his strong hands. He landed a clean right across Alex’s face for good measure, which stopped most of his moving. He then grabbed him under his arms and dragged him into the corner, seating himself tightly between the two. Chris loved this position, as he could easily explore his opponent.
He ran his hands up and down the hardly conscious boy’s chest as he nibbled on his ear. He continued to explore all of the boy’s torso as he nuzzled his head, pulling the groggy youth’s mouth back towards him for a full on kiss. Alex at first weakly resisted, but then realized it was of no use and returned the kiss. They always did. Chris finally moved down to the boys dick, which was starting to get hard again. He fondled the boys package, wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist so he could pry his legs further apart as the boy’s tongues furiously danced. They continued like this for some time in this position until Alex began to gain some of his strength back and began reisisting Chris’ advances. Chris decided it was time to end the match.
He wrapped his arm tightly around Alex’s throat. It was a very long sleeper hold.
At first a few coughs escaped his lips but after that his eyes were closed and his mouth was silent. His only resistance was his hips attempting to escape Chris’ constant assault of his cock. The combination of the sleeper hold plus the legs wrapped around his abdomen made it impossible to breathe, so Alex tried to exhale as little as possible. He felt himself losing consciousness as Chris slowly slid his thumb and forefinger up and down his clearly raging hard-on through his tight white underwear. His furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. Chris picked up his hand and dropped it a few times as he continued to fondle him to make sure he was out cold. Alex had been propped up against his chest for some time now, and an incredible heat had built up there. Chris wanted to lay there forever and just continue jerking him off and putting him to sleep, but this wasn’t a public match. No need to humiliate the nice boy.
After playing with Alex a little while longer in this fashion, he stood up and dragged the hard boy to the center of the mat and went back to work on his feet for a little while, groping himself as he did so. After taking another round through Alex’s toes he went back to work on the front of his briefs, making sure his grand reveal would be in its full glory. He reached his hand under the leg-hole and slowly ran his palm up and down his shaft and balls until Alex couldn’t possibly get any harder. Finally he slipped his white briefs down, making sure to pull tightly down as he did so that Alex’s cock would bounce up towards his belly button. He left the underwear pooled down at his ankles and gripped his cock gently in his hand.
Chris gripped Alex’s throbbing six-inch shaft in every way possible, tugging it every which way and jerking it up and down. Chris himself was feeling like he needed some release, which he planned on doing all over Alex’s cock and balls after he ejaculated. Chris licked his palm and continued to jerk off the young boy’s smooth cock while tweaking his nipples. He nestled his face in the boy’s junk as he ran his hands all along the cute knocked out boy, slowly making his way back down to his cock. He pumped it with slow, deliberate motions, studying both it and the boy’s sleeping face as he began to pay more attention to his balls. He gently rolled them back and forth as he licked Alex’s dick, tantalizing the head with the surface of his tongue. He picked up his pace as Alex’s breathing starten to quicken, his head turning and legs moving slightly as he slept through the attack. Soon warm boy jizz would be all over them. Chris had seen it a million times before and loved this moment. He leaned in to kiss Alex again as his balls began to visibly tighten…..
But suddenly an arm was wrapped around Chris’ throat and his arm was being held behind his back. One “No!” escaped his lips as he began to struggle against his mystery assailant. He attempted to stand up but a foot was planted firmly on his calf. His free hand struggled to remove the arm from around his neck, but it was of no use. He couldn’t see who his attacker was, but they seemed to be shirtless and likely younger than him, as Chris was a short boy for his age. He should have brought backup. His arm fell by his side and everything slowly faded to black as he was slowly knocked unconscious.
Alex was awakened by a slap to the face. He slowly came to and saw his beautiful sleeping opponent sprawled on top of his own body. Chris’ stomach was tightly pressed against his still hard cock, his head was laid down on his chest. He was momentarily confused-Chris hadn’t accepted his drugged drink. Then he saw his younger brother Trevor kneeling behind him, exploring Chris’ ass under his shorts and briefs.
“Are you gonna help me strip this kid down and jerk him off or not?”
Trevor was a cute young boy still in middle school. A star running back, his short blonde hair and blue eyes were backed by a pearly white smile and toned figure. He looked really good for a thirteen year-old middle-schooler. He was certainly in better shape than Alex.
“Trevor! I told you to stay in your room! You’re not a member yet, you can’t wrestle!” Alex slid out from under the unconscious boy and pulled his briefs up over his still visible cock as Trevor flipped Chris over onto his back.
“Not yet I’m not! I want to get a good feel for it. Besides, if it weren’t for me you’d have lost the match already, so shut up and help me take his pants off. Please? Let me help you with this one match. Or at least let me have a little fun with him?”
Alex had long suspected a lingering homosexuality in his brother, and his boyish eagerness to get himself and this boy undressed wasn’t easing his suspicions. Regardless, he was right. Anything goes in the YBWL, and he had might as well easily take the match. He didn’t understand his motives fully, but it would be extremely easy to take manhandle this little boy with the help of his younger brother. He nodded and knelt down to play with Chris’ gray waistband as Young Trevor tugged his shorts off, leaving him in just his Hanes Classic red briefs.
Trevor unfastened his jeans, but they still clung to his waist tight and allowed him easier access to his boyhood, which he fondled now. Alex could now easily see that he was wearing his lucky pair of underwear- a pair of sky blue briefs covered with footballs, baseballs and the like. They looked cute on the young boy and he often lounged around the house at night or on weekends just wearing them. Trevor and Alex had practice matches all the time, but seeing his brother naked was nothing special nor erotic. They just practiced the wrestling and stripping part, and did not jerk each other. Alex could see Trevor mouth the word “wow” as he continued to touch himself and stare at the sleeping boy clad in just his red briefs. To be fair, Chris was a really good looking kid. Trevor was lucky to get illegitimate practice against a boy way outside of his rank, especially considering that he wasn’t even a member of the league.
“His ears are cute”, said Alex as he rubbed Chris’ ear lobes. He rubbed his hands up and down Chris’ torso and watched Trevor with mild amusement as he began to jerk him off through his briefs, at first running his palm up and down and then switching to a stroking motion as his cock started to fully form. He gripped his penis with his thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed it up and down through the unconscious youth’s underwear. Trevor was shaking a little from the excitement. Alex sternly placed a hand on his naked chest and told him to take a deep breath.
“Relax, Trevor. Focus on the match. Chris is probably going to wake up soon. As soon as he gets up, I’ll restrain him in a full nelson. Then you can do whatever you want to him. After that, we get him off and spread him out for a picture, wake him up and tell him to get out. Got it?”
Trevor nodded as he continued to fondle the K. O’d teen, licking his lips as he anticipated his face-to-face humiliation of the older boy. He could tell even through the red cotton that Chris didn’t have as a long of a penis as Alex, but it was certainly thicker. Much like their body sizes. He reached his hand inside to fondle his balls as Alex’s hand joined him to jerk his shaft. There was a massive bulge in the front of the passed out young boy’s underwear as the two hands slowly jerked his cock and gently rolled his balls around. Alex used his other hand to tweak Chris’ nipples as Trevor stuffed his inside of his pants. This hot action continued for some time until Chris coughed and started to wake up.
Alex stood up and began to lift up the tired young boy as Trevor’s hand stayed inside his briefs. Chris couldn’t stand without the two boys supporting him as Alex hoisted him in a weak full nelson hold. He mumbled a few words of protest as Trevor continued to have his way with the stud. Chris moaned as Trevor’s young finger slipped under his waistband and into his boyhole. He slowly worked in a second finger, which brought either greater pleasure or great resistance from the boy as he squirmed in Alex’s arms. Trevor now tucked Chris’ gray waistband under his balls and pulled out Chris’ throbbing cock from his briefs, taking all of it all into his mouth. He cupped his hands around his ass in order to thrust his cock into his mouth. It was a beautiful scene. Alex was turned on, pressing his cock up against Chris’ butt rhythmically with Trevor as he bobbed back and forth on Chris’ smooth member. Trevor found his nose repeatedly coming into contact with the tiny bush of brown hair resting below Chris’ naval as he continued to take all of the boy into his mouth. Alex continued to apply pressure to Chris’ neck whenever he felt like he was getting too strong, asphyxiating him for brief periods so they could have their way with him. Soon the boys had him falling asleep, his breathing heavy and his cock being pumped quickly. Trevor removed his jeans as the boy weakly slumped to his knees.
“Nice….underwear……what are you…six?” Panted Chris as Trevor’s hands found their way back to his cock and balls. He tried to say something else but instead found a mouthful of Trevor’s tongue. Chris willingly and passionately returned the kiss, his proud member still rigid in Trevor’s hand. Trevor tucked his own briefs beneath his sack and grinded their two cocks together, continuing to make out with the weak boy. Alex continued to apply pressure as Trevor continued his assault for some time until he finally stopped moving.
“I think he’s out.” said Trevor.
Alex finally released the unconscious teen boy from the hold. His arms fell limply to his sides as the two brothers pressed themselves tightly against him. Trevor continued to grind their cocks together as they eased him down to the mat. Alex noticed that his brother was leaking a little precum. He gently grabbed his brothers cock and balls and tucked back into his cute tight briefs, where they visibly tented and left a noticeable wet spot.
“Take it easy there, bro! The goal is to make the opponent cum, not you! That part comes either after or during.”
Trevor nodded and slid Chris’ briefs down his muscular legs and off his feet, inhaling deeply from his pouch before throwing them into the growing pile of boy clothes. The incredibly smooth and incredibly hard boy once again found himself being jerked off as he slept soundly. His junk was now fondled in clear view. Alex grabbed his arms and legs and spread him out wide as Trevor began to suck his dick again, this time rolling his balls around as he did so. He placed one of Chris’ hands inside of his briefs, just wanting to feel a hand on his dick while he brought the cute boy to climax. Alex left him at his game and went straight to Chris’ feet in order to return the punishment he had received earlier. He gently licked and explored and massaged his smooth boy feet, making sure to press the sleeping youth’s foot into the front of his jockeys. This activity continued for some time until Trevor finally took the unconscious would-be-soldier’s cock out of his mouth.
“Alex, grab some rope from the garage. I wanna tie him up so he can be nice and comfortable while we cum all over him. More importantly, we won’t have to keep knocking him out. I’ll take it from here, he can’t last much longer.”
Indeed, it was miraculous that Chris had not yet came. It was truly a testament to his training. Alex went to get some rope as Trevor continued to fondle Chris, feeling his tight stomach as he pumped his cock up and down. What Trevor didn’t know was that Chris had already woke up and was merely pretending to be asleep.
Chris felt his orgasm approaching and knew that he needed to act fast. There was no way that he was going to lose this match. Not this way. He allowed Trevor to continue for a little while longer. Trevor currently was pumping his own cock using Chris’ hand.
He suddenly and violently sat up, gripping his right hand around Trevor’s neck tightly. Trevor’s hands flew to his throat on reaction, leaving him perfectly open to a clean left hand from Chris. The punch knocked him out cold as he fell down to the mat, but Chris choked him a little while longer just to be sure. He slid his incredibly hard cock up and down the also hard young boy’s face, slapping him a few times with it before hiding behind the door. Alex came back in holding some yellow ropes they used every summer to hitch their canoes. He didn’t see his cute younger brother laying unconscious on the mat until it was too late. Chris came in behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall over immediately. Chris quickly grabbed a length of the rope he was holding and wrapped it around his neck, choking him out as he grabbed his cloth-covered dick. Alex only lasted a minute and a half before finally succumbing and passing out in his arms. Chris was back in control, and he had no intention of losing it again.
He hoisted Alex bear hug style into a nearby chair and used the rope to tie him tightly to it. He made sure to position it so that Alex would have a great view of him having his way with his younger brother. He made sure that the sleeping youth was tightly secured before harshly waking him up with a few slaps to the face. Alex grumbled and stirred as Chris returned his attention to his first and younger victim, who was slowly waking up already. Chris walked towards him and folded his arms.
“I’ve never seen you around, kid. You’re not a member.”
Trevor groaned in response. He held his head and breathed softly. He felt sick. The room was spinning.
Chris continued. “You obviously need a lesson in staying out of peoples business. You also obviously love sucking my dick. So suck it, bitch.”
He grabbed Trevor behind his shaved blonde head and brought him to a sitting position. Chris’ cock had finally gone soft for the first time in the match while he tied Alex to his chair. It was quickly brought back to full attention as he plunged it into Trevor’s mouth, who weakly complied to his fellatio. The groggy 13 year old was clearly hard as Chris slipped his hands into the front of his cute briefs. He could hear Alex struggling to get free from his bonds, to no avail of course. Chris had done this many times.
“Kiss me, Trevor.”
He weakly complied as Chris continued to stroke his dick up and down through his tight briefs, enjoying the feeling up the material covering the stiff boyhood, leaving little to the imagination as you explored every inch of his cock. He pulled on the light blue waistband and snapped it a few times before returning to stroking his cock through the material, then sneaking its way under the leghole to rub his shaft and balls with his palm for a while. He then forcefully placed his cock back in in Trevor’ mouth and allowed him to suck it weakly for a little while longer.
“Ready to go back to sleep?” asked Chris, taking his dick out of his mouth and punching him hard in the stomach. Trevor attempted to fold over but Chris didn’t let him. He groaned and nodded his head softly.
“Have your way with me. Just put me out first.”
Chris gently pushed Trevor back onto his back and slowly removed his cute briefs. Trevor’s hairless cock came into full view as it fired towards his naval. Chris stroked it two or three times as Trevor’s legs actually spread open to greet his touch, then sat in behind the groggy boy and gently wrapped his arm around his neck. His eyes were closed as Chris fondled his equipment. Chris was actually the first boy to touch Trevor in this way, which he suspected. He kissed the boy’s cheek and probed his ear.
“Ready?”
Trevor nodded as Chris’ grip tightened. His free hand slowly ran up and down Trevor’s thigh, who offered no resistance against his inevitable knockout. His arms lay motionless by his sides, his unperturbed cock pointing directly upwards toward his adorable scrunched up face as Chris gently brought him to sleep. As the young teenager passed out in his arms he looked towards his older brother and flashed a devilish smirk, who looked away. Chris could see that Alex was hard, even from behind his unconscious naked brother. After some time passed it was clear that Trevor had now been knocked out for the second time.
He laid the boy boy down gently, his cock resting on his naval and beating in time with his circadian rhythms. He picked up the boy’s hand and let it fall to the mat a few times before walking over to Alex and slapping him in the face again, hard. He gripped Alex under the chin and pulled his face in close for a long, deep kiss and then looked him directly in the eyes.
“You listen to me, Alex. If I look over at you one more time and catch you NOT watching what I do to your brother, I’m fucking him in the ass. Got it?”
Alex nodded hurriedly. Chris returned to Trevor and pumped his cock slowly up and down. He sat to the right of him and slid his left leg under Trevor’s waist. His slid his right leg under Trevor’s legs so that the young boy was splayed horizontally across his lap, his hips raised slightly to greet Chris’ expert hands. Chris knew that this boy would be cumming in no time. His eyes met Alex’s, who was staring at Trevor’s cock. He continued to sleep soundly as Chris explored his lightly toned chest and legs, enjoying his easy and full access to the boy’s otherwise private areas. Alex protested as Chris gently reached under and probed his tight boy hole, which Chris obviously ignored as he stimulated Trevor from both ends of his body simultaneously.
As the sleeping boy’s breathing grew heavier Chris quickened his pace on his cock. Soon his hips and legs began to shake. Chris peered up at Alex and made sure he was watching. He was, and seemed almost too interested in seeing his sibling achieve orgasm for the first time. His jaw hung slightly open. For some reason this turned Chris on.
Chris pointed his cock slightly up and towards his sleeping naval while continuing his quickening pace as he ran his other hand hurriedly up and down his inner thigh. The boy soon came, spewing semen all over his tight abs. Not a whole lot, the boy hadn’t been ejaculating for very long. But an impressive amount nonetheless. His slight movements finally came to a halt as Chris continued to jerk his softening cock. Chris wondered what he was dreaming about. He slowly slid out from underneath the boy and grabbed the camera from the table. The cum on his stomach glinted in the light in the fully developed pictures twenty seconds later. He left these items on the table and went after his real target, who was still looking at Trevor. Chris stood in front of him, blocking his view.
“I can’t wait to tell all my friends about this particular match. You couldn’t even beat me with the help of your pansy ass brother. He’s not so tough when my arms aren’t restrained above my head. Do you even have anything to say for yourself?”
“I told him to stay in his room, I swear! He wants to be a member really bad and I couldn’t get him to back off once he saw you. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” Alex neglected to mention the drink Chris turned down earlier that he drugged himself.
“If it was my brother I would have kicked his ass myself and dragged him back to his room. Seems to me you also need a lesson-one in respect and honor.”
With that he heard Trevor stirring behind him. He grabbed Alex’s waistband and slid his briefs down and off his body, his hard cock springing out as if to greet him. Chris quickly and quietly sat down by the soft young waking boy and slipped Alex’s briefs over his head, making sure the boy’s face was pointed directly where his brother’s cock normally rested. He knocked the young boy out with ease for the third time, allowing the boy to moan in disgust at the humiliation before wrapping his hands around his throat and sending him back to dreamland for the third time. He returned back to Alex and stood behind the chair he was in. Alex had no control as Chris leaned down over him and slowly ran his palm up and down the lengthiest member in the room. He licked his palm for lubrication as he wrapped his arm tigthtly around Alex’s neck. Once Alex was barely conscious, Chris removed the roping from around his torso. Alex fell down to his hands and knees on the mat.
With some effort Chris able to lift Alex up in a cradled position, before slamming him down on his knee with a punishing back breaker. A loud and painful escape of air left Alex’s lips as Chris let the hard boy remain on his knee. He fondled the boy’s balls in one hand while keeping his other around Alex’s neck. He of course was unable to lift his head, so he allowed it rest upside-down on the mat uncomfortably as Chris continued to jerk him off. Alex struggled to remove himself from the excruciating back breaker, but it was no use. Whenever Alex simply gave up, Chris would hammer-fist his gut, forcing him to stay attentive and make some attempt to protect himself. He eventually allowed Alex to roll off of his knee.
Alex rolled onto his stomach and held and hand to his back, groaning in pain. He saw his brother unconscious in front of him before Chris grabbed his head and slammed into the mat. Over and over and over again. Once he stopped moving Chris felt free to play with his ass cheeks, pushing them together and squeezing them until he tired of them. He flipped the unconscious boy onto his back and pumped his cock a few times before walking over to the clothes pile and grabbing Trevor’s cute briefs. He placed them on Alex’s head in the same fashion as he continued to molest the sleeping youth. Chris laid down on top of him so that their cocks were rubbing together and slowly ground their pelvises into one another. Chris felt himself approaching climax, so he crawled up Alex’s chest and lifted the waistband of Trevor’s underwear up over his nose, deeply probing Alex’s mouth as precum drooled out of both boy’s members onto Alex’s body. He let the waistband spring back down over his chin.
Chris gathered the small amount of precum into his palm and straddled the knocked out blonde. He sat on the boy’s stomach, facing his dick so that Chris could grasp both of their cocks in one hand. With his lubricated hand he pumped away on their two cocks held tightly together, pointed at the ceiling. He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He switched to both hands. He had been waiting for this release for quite some time. A single purple vein showed clearly on Chris’ thick raging member as he pumped the two wet cocks in unison. His stomach heaved in and out wildly, his clavicles showed clearly as he stooped over slightly, unable to hold himself up completely as his body approached what he would soon discover to be one of the greatest orgasms he would ever achieve.
Soon Chris erupted, and Alex wasn’t that far behind him. Chris fired several ribbons up into the air with incredible force before edging back slightly and pointing his dick down at Alex’s cock and balls. He struggled to remain conscious as euphoria took control of his senses, firing boy juice all over Alex’s lower half as he continued furiously pumping his own cock. Each blast of boy jizz brought his entire body rocking forward with it. His eyes remained closed but his head hung low as he breathed huskily and heavily, finally running out of ammuntion around blast number ten. He felt incredibly drained, dazed. He could feel some of his cum in his hair and over his left ear.
He slowly got up off his opponent and laid down in front of his still raging and cum-soaked member. It only took three minutes of jerking and then deep throating the boy’s dick before Alex finally came, adding comparable amounts of semen to the growing pile on his cock, balls, and naval. Chris watched closely, fascinated with the mechanics of the male body as he continued to fondle it during its nocturnal emission. He finally tired of his battered opponent and took several victory pictures from several angles. He finished by dragging Alex on top of his younger brother, pressing the sticky juices tightly between their naked bodies. He tied them up together like that and retrieved his clothing.
Chris walked out of the house with his photographs feeling like a new man.
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Their Valentine Surprises
Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
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Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
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I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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ANONYMOUS person called
One time I was tired as hell I had been working for 12 hours, and then there comes this strange call from some one that said that she wants to be ANONYMOUS, from a city that is 130km far from where I live. so she said that she don’t know me but she is horny and she just dialled this number without knowing who it may be, she said believe me that this is not a joke or no one made me call, just that she is willing to get some sex from some one that she never knew before, and never seen before. Then I started to really doubt her because I was in relationship with someone else that I really loved her at that time. so I told her sorry I am not single and I an not help her, because I have some one that I really love, and I told her the name of the person that I love, because I was sure that my girl friend has asked some one to call me and see me if I was going to cheat on her. Well I shut down the phone then she called again a minute after, she said see man I am not willing to start e relationship with you or anything I only want some one that can have sex with me and only tonight and then I don’t want to see you again, and I said no sorry I can not do that for you. I shut down the phone again, well that night I was going sleep for e one or two hours so later I can go and have a dinner with my girl friend, so I went to sleep, phone rings again hmmmm I thought this is going to make me call the Police, I picked up the phone, and then she said you know I am a girl and you know that many girls believe in different things, she said that a very old woman told her to just dial any number on the phone and the first man that answers you have to have sex with him.
Then she said please do this for me. then I asked her where does she live she told me in Ferizaj and I told her are you crazy I need to drive to hours to get to you, she said yes but I have to have sex with you tonight.
Also said I am very beautiful girl, slim, young, that she had sex only with one person, so there was no doubt that she may be sick from aids or any thing.
I again said no I am not going to come there no meter what. She called again she said she is going to kill her self because she can not live with a bad luck and if I don’t sleep with her, her luck is just going to continue to be bad.
So I called my girl friend and told her I am sorry but I have some one that is calling me 4 times and telling me all what she told me. So I told my girl friend that I am going to see what is going on. She trusted me and told me ok you can go and talk to her, she trusted me because I had never before cheated on her.
So I took a car and left down to Ferizaj and I called the girl and told her that I am waiting for her in the city in one coffee shop, she was so happy that I can not even explain. So I waited for her 45 minutes I thought that she was making jack ass out of me, I said ok I am going. just two minutes before I left she called me and told me that she is in front of coffee shop, she told me how she looked when I came out and she came to me I was shocked I was paralysed from her beauty.
so we went in HOTEL I told her that can not do anything but I have jut come to talk to her, but my heart started to tell me man go for it she is so sexy , she was dressed so provocative I could see her tits I could already feel my hard COCK getting bigger and bigger in my pants, so she putt her hand in my leg and told me do it for me I started to look on her lips they where so hot and nice, I felt I could eat them I was turning on from her look, legs, tits and lips from every thing she had. as she was touching my leg she started to touch me cock she could see that is was turned on and I was burning in my heart for her, she said I am willing to touch you sckin, she put the other hand on my shoulder and tied it very much, I could almost see the steam coming out of her.
Then I said ok we are going in one of the hotel rooms. She screamed and said yes.
There where so many people, I was so shy, so took her up, she could not wait on till we went to the room, so she started to kiss me hard while we where going up stairs, and hugging me touching me, cock that was about to explode.
When we went in the room, she took of her clothes jumped over me; I think she raped me that time 0ooooo. touching my cock and she took of my belt and t shirt fast took off my jeans and without waiting at all she seat over my dick and in and out for 5 or 6 times and I could feel that she was Cumming she yelled to much she took it out of her pussy and pout it in her mouth and she liked it I started to yell as well the pleasure that I think I never had it before. after about 45 minutes I was cumin when I cum on her mouth I think it was a half a littler of sperm all over her mouth and tits, she was not stopping she put her tong on my ass hole and licked it for five minutes and I was feeling bad about that but I thought ok I came for her all the way here so I will let her do any thing to me. My dick was not going down my dick was straight up and as a rock as never before. so she ask me to fuck her from behind I fucked her so hard and I could not understand why I had so much lust, I just continued to fuck her in all the positions that I knew we, she took my cock from her pussy sucked it well kissed it played with it in very nice way she hugged my cock, then she got over me and put it her wide ass hole, where please for me was growing more and more. i could feel that is was cumin and she again pulled it out of her gold ass hole and put it in her mouth and swallowed every drop of my sperm. after I had fucked her two time for hour and half we only took 5 minutes break and continued for another 3 hours of licking each other.
Then when we wanted to go home she told me her name and asked me for my name that was crazy i ask for name when we are finished. Well on the way out we went through the Restaurant every body was looking and us I could see that I and she had made a big noise. And I think half of those people had masturbated.
when we went out the door she said see thank you for this, my life has changed, and guess what, she gave my girl friend a car as present that she allowed me to go and just talk to her (she was a girl of the third riches man in our country, that is the reason why I can not say her name).
My girl friend she don’t know that we had sex, ANONYMOUS person is our friend now, she comes very often to see us more often when my girl friend is not at home and we do the same as in the hotel.
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When I graduated college I moved into an apartment with a friend from high school. He wasn’t much of a ladies man, he actually had a hard time picking up girls. Each weekend I would go out and pick up girls at the local bars and bring them back for a night of no strings attached sex. After awhile I started feeling sorry for my friend and decided that I was going to hook him up. A girl that I randomly had sex with told me that she had a girlfriend that was looking for a nice guy. Right away I thought of my roommate. We planned on going out for dinner and then catching a movie. When we went to pick them up I was amazed on how good this girl looked. The first thing I noticed was her large breasts. They were definitely “D” cups. The rest of her body was tight.
The night was a total failure. My roommate was very shy and didn’t talk much. Here was this beautiful girl and he was blowing it. The night ended and we went back to our apartment. I began to tell him that he was crazy for not making a move. He said that he was shy and didn’t know what to do. For the next year I continued to do my thing and he continued to stay at home alone. Then one Saturday night I told him that he was going to go out with me to the bars. He was reluctant at first but a little persuasion and he was on board. The night was going well for me and I looked over and saw my roommate sitting alone. I walked over to him and told him to start talking to girls and things would fall into place. That is when I saw the girl he went out with a year earlier, we will call her Christina. Right away I told him that he should go up to her and buy her a drink. He took my advise and before long I saw them sitting together having a couple drinks. He ended up going home with her that night and they began dating.
Christina spent a lot of time at our apartment. Even when my roommate went to work she was there. After a few weeks I got comfortable with her and we all became friends. She often asked me why I had settled down like my roommate and I would respond by saying that I wasn’t ready. She began to share with me how my roommate was inexperienced in the bedroom. That is when I knew she needed more. My roommate got switched to third shift at his job so Christina and I were at the apartment alone every night. One night I had planned to go out with a few friends, so I said goodnight to Christina and I was on my way out for a night on the town. We had gone to numerous bars before ending up at our usual hot spot. When I walked in I saw Christina sitting at a table with some of her friends. I walked over and asked what was up. She told me that after I left one of her friends called and asked if she wanted to go out for some drinks. Shortly after arriving her friends were ready to go but Christina wasn’t. She asked me if I could give her a ride back to the apartment. I told her yes and we spent the next few hours at the bar. Christina became drunk and became very flirtacious. She was holding on to my arm and grinding on me.
I knew I had to leave before any of my friends saw us acting as we were. Once we got outside she thanked me for giving her a ride and told me this was the best time she has had in a long time. Little did she know what was about to happen. When we got back to the apartment I knew I had to act fast. I asked if she wanted to watch a movie because I didn’t want her to go to my roommates room. We sat on the couch and I popped in a movie. She had requested that we watch a scary movie and I glady approved as I knew this would make my job even easier. I turned off the lights and told her that we had to have the full affect. As the movie started she moved closer to me. And it wasn’t long before she was practically on my lap. Each scene got her closer to me. She had her head on my shoulder and her arm was across my chest. I knew that I had to make a move. I then reached my hand down and put in on her leg and started massaging her thigh to get a feel of how she was responding. In turn she began to rub my chest. I knew then that she wanted exactly what I wanted. I then turned to her and looked her in the eyes and she gave me the biggest smile of approval. I kissed her on the lips and we began to tongue wrestle and our hands began to explore each others bodies.
I didn’t waste and time putting my hands on those enourmous boobs. I was overwhelmed on how firm they felt. I began to take off her blouse. She removed my shirt and I began kissing down her neck. With one hand I undid her bra. Slowly kissing down her neck I found my way to her nipple. I began to suck, bite, and lick each nipple until I had her begging for more. I then removed her pants along with her panties. I knew based on previous conversations that my roommated had never eaten her out. I wanted her to know exactly what it was like to have a full sexually experience. I began kissing around her vagina and then found my way to her clitorus. I sucked and licked it for what seemed liked hours. She bucked her hips in satisfaction. I then removed my pants and boxers and I didn’t want to waste any more time. I slapped her lips with my cock just to tease her. I then inserted an inch at a time to tease her. She begged me to give it to her. I then began fucking her fast and hard. She screamed and moaned with pleasure. I got up and laid on my back and told her to get on top of me. I wanted to see those big boobs bounce as she rode me. It wasn’t long before she climaxed and I followed close behind. I told her I was about to cum and it drove her to ride me harder. She then got off me and began to suck me off until I cummed. She swallowed every last drop and contiued even when I went limp. She told me that my roommate had never fucked her like I did. We got cleaned up and went to our separate bedrooms before my roommate got home from work. Since them we have had many encounters. I just had to take care of some unfinished business because I could never leave a girl unsatisfied.
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Ryan (Part One /Revision of Student Painter)
Ryan picked me up with cock still inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to pump with more force. The now-cold water rushed over our bodies as Ryan kept fucking me. I dug my nails into his lower back while his hips continued to buck. He shoved his tongue back down my throat just before he came inside of me. My whole body shivered as Ryan’s cum spewed inside of me. I could literally feel the first few splashes against my pussy walls. Even after we both came, Ryan left his cock inside of me until his massive erection started to subside. He then eased me down and turned off the cold shower water. We were soon lying in bed together, both of us still naked.
