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Me And My Teacher

HRGrym on Gay Stories

  I was 16 when Mr Morton arrived. My new P.E. teacher was, at the least, 21, his long brown hair curled lustfully around his deep brown eyes, stooping short of his strong, masculine jaw. His pink, plump lips just called out to be kissed whilst I had to stop myself staring at his bulge so I wouldn’t get an erection through my tight gym shorts. He was beautiful. In summer, when I fielded in cricket, I stood and stared at his thick, muscular torso through his thin, cotton shirt; on windy days I would have to tear my eyes away from erect nipples, I longed to touch them, to suck on them, to feel them brushing against my naked body.

 

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Times New Roman">  It was one afternoon after school when I’d been showering after working out at the school gym when he entered the changing room and started talking to me,

  “John, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He smooth, deep, alluring voice called out to me through the cubicle wall, my penis instantly went hard, “A number of times in lessons I’ve caught you looking at me,” my breath caught in my chest as I feared the worst, “And I umm…. I uh… I was wondering if you would like to come back to my place when you’re done.” I was amazed! My mind was whirling with excitement and apprehension. I wanted just say yes and go back to his, to kiss his lips, to stroke his face, but my brain said no; I could get expelled for that! With all this spinning through my mind, he had given up. “If you don’t want to that’s just fine. I was joking anyway. See you tomorrow.” And with that he hurried out of the changing room, the door slamming behind him. Regretting saying nothing, I wanked slowly in the shower until the water washed away my spunk.

 

  The next day I caught up with Mr Morton after school. He had just come from teaching a lesson so his hair was messy and there were sweat patches under his armpits. I approached him, my pants tightening, “Sir, about yesterday-”

  “It was nothing John. Forget about it.” An air of command in his voice which hardened my cock even more, “Like I said yesterday, it was a joke.”

  “But sir-”

  “I said forget about it!”

  “But I wanted to say yes!” He stood there, his sexy eyes staring at me with confusion; a look which made my groin grow warm.

  “You wanted to yes?”

  “Of course.”

  “My house is this way, follow me.”

 

 

  I stepped into his house; he closed the door behind us. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom where his double bed was. We stood and stared at each other. He whispered, “I’ve been waiting so long for this. I want you!” With these words it felt like my crotch was on fire. I grabbed his gorgeous face and kissed him for all I was worth. His tongue flicked into my mouth exploring as much as it could. My hands travelled to his shirt and tore it off him. I stared down at his muscular chest and his big nipples. I stoked his massive pecs with my hands; I leaned down and began to suck on his hard nipple. He moaned with pleasure as he lifted of my shirt, his mature body shivering with joy. I stood up as he leaned forward to kiss my neck, as he sucked my neck pleasure shot through my body and in a flurry of passion; I read for his tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down. I stared up from his ankles to see him wearing the tightest pair of leopard print briefs I had ever seen; but what was more impressive was his bulge. It was massive, much bigger than the bulges on underwear models. I moved up his leg, kissing his thick, muscular, hairy thigh to his huge package. I started kissing it caressing it as he moaned even louder than before. His cock jolted in his underwear, he getting erect; I stuck my hand down his briefs and grabbed his cock. It felt so good, it was warm, and it pulsed in my hand every few seconds, “Suck it!” he was saying, “Suck it!” I grabbed the monster and licked it, it shuddered and it started to grow. I put the head in my mouth, flicking the ever-growing beast with my tongue as it spasmed with arousal, I put the whole length in and moved it back out again really slowly, sucking with all my might, he nearly cummed right down my throat. When I got it out it was fully erect, 13 inches long and 7 inches thick. It was amazing. As he shuddered with pleasure I stood and took of my pants and underwear. He stared down at my thick 10 inches and grabbed it. The feel of his fingers on my cock made me groan with pleasure; he pulled me close, my cock squeezed between his strong thighs, “Bend over.” He whispered gently, his hot breath playing across my face, I did as I was told and bent forwards over the bed. I felt him use my arse to help him kneel down. His tongue flicked round my a-hole, sending my penis crazy, he shoved his finger up my arse hole, one at first, then two, then three. I felt my hole loosening and stretching with the pressure. He stood and said, “You’ve been a bad boy John.” panting from the mini-blojob I had just given him, “You need to be punished. This will hurt.” I felt his giant cock at the entrance to my body, he pushed it in, slowly, inch by inch, his breath quickening as my muscles tightened on his giant organ. He moved back and forwards in and out of me, only a few inches though, he didn’t want to impale me on his giant member,

  “Gimme all of it.” I choked. Sexual pleasure clogging my throat, “I want all of you inside me!”

   “It will hurt.” He warned.

   “I don’t care, just fuck me!” So with that he drew back and rammed straight into me, his hips bouncing against my muscled bubble-butt. The pain was intense, I screamed out in pain.

   “Again!” He drew all the way back and thrust again, but this time he hit a spot and stars explode in my eyes. He rammed all the way into me again and again hitting that magic spot, and pushing me forward on the bed, building my orgasm. I  felt his huge prick bulge inside me which made me instinctively clench my buttocks, this sent him over the edge he rammed me like mad as he exploded into me, my arse filling completely with his hot, sticky seed. His final push sent me into sexual oblivion as I shot out my load all over his bed; while he was still aroused, he flipped me over and sucked the cum from my still ejaculating penis. With his mouth full of my seed he kissed me full on; my sweet load filled my mouth as we made out on the wet covers.

 

  Next morning I awoke in his bed, I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him. His cock was all the way inside me, and he was fast asleep.

Nike a Go Go Pt. 2

Mephistopheles on Sex Stories

Nike a Go Go Pt. 2
By Mephistopheles 

She A Missle Girl, in a Missle World

When I pull over to the dirty, rotten gutter Nike starts rummaging in the back of the jeep, "What are you looking for?" I ask, not turning around, but still taking a peek in the back of the keep. "Nothing she says, grabbing something and spinning back around in her seat. She's found her black trench coat, she hasn't worn it in ages. She steps out of the jeep and throws it around her shoulder. Its a plain black trench coat that goes down to about her ankles, it looks relatively clean, but only Nike knows what god awful things that jacket has seen.

There are puddles of murky water in the gutters an
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d in potholes on the street, though it hasn't rain in years. This place smells rotten, like some dead animal; like a colony of huge, fat rats gathered under the streets and committed mass suicide just to make this place smell like shit. My mind lingers on this thought for only a moment then I move on. I follow Nike into Fred's shop. She opens the entrance but pauses for a second, she starts hacking then spits a wad of phlegm on the sidewalk, near the feet of a passerby. After this profound moment she disregards it and moves into the shop, I follow her.

In Fred's shop the lights are fluorescent but still dim, and considering it's location the place is relatively clean. All along the walls on either side of myself and Nike are glass cases filled with guns and ammunition, and above these cases, on the walls, are tons of racks holding up huge guns and swords, and other things of this sort. I stop at a case, maybe the fifth or sixth along the wall. This is the case I always stop at because it's full of antique revolvers, like six shooters. These days no one uses a gun unless it has seven magazine slots and five sights, infrared, and night vision; in short no one uses anything but a B.F.G.(B.F.G. meaning Big Fucking Gun). But me, I have class, I like to blast a fucker's head off with a nice six gun, I'm particularly partial to the .357 magnum.

Not many people watch films anymore, especially since the earth has gone on menopause, I but like to watch a nice Flem every now and again. A while back when Nike, Flem, Frank and myself were looting up some old scraps from some broken down beater we came across a box of films, not film reels though, more like laser discs. Either way they had a bunch of old movies; Dirty Harry, The Pale Rider, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, and other movies in that vein. I am a huge Clint Eastwood fan, probably the only one anymore, no one is 'light-hearted' enough to watch films when the world is crashing down around our ears, but I really don't care. Everyone has got to die some time.

After imagining myself riding out on the range during sundown I start walking quick, like to catch up with Nike who, despite my pausing, has kept moving on her path. "Slow down Nike, Fred's not going anywhere." I tell Nike, catching up with her, and shortening my strides to match hers. "Yea who gives a flying fuck, I don't like Fred too much and I sure as fuck don't like his goddamn sleazy ass store." she tells me, and even though she's not looking at me I can tell she says this through a rotten sneer. "Who are you calling sleazy?" I say this at a whisper, like only I can hear it, but Nike picks it up, "Yea, why don't you fuck off, instead of having a fuck with me you'll hafta choke your own goddamn chicken." she tells me off.
"Well if I don't fuck you then you don't get fucked." I say matter-of-factly.
"I'll just go out to some bar and find some random fucker to get it on with." she taunts me, "It's not like I gotta worry about AIDS or any of that fuckin' shit."
"Yea well... Fuck you..." I say this last bit at length, not knowing what else to say.

Nike gives a mocking laugh, we both know she's won the argument. At the end of this part of the building is a small office, where we'll most likely find Fred. That's where he always is. When reach come close to the back door Nike stops and turns to me, "You do the talkin' and do it fast, I don't wanna be around this faggot longer than we hafta be, okay?" she tells me, looking straight into my eyes, I nod. I reach up and knock on the door twice. "Yes, I'm very busy, who is it?" a voice calls through the door, Fred's voice. "It's me, me and Nike that is." I shout back through the door.

After a moment, and bit of paper rustling the door flies open and there stands Fred Lowe. He's probably about 6'1" or 2", he's sort of lanky but has broad shoulders. He's got shirt black hair and glasses, today he's got a bit of face stubble and he looks a little worn out. "Good to see you again, my friends." he tells us forcing a, what he would think of as welcoming, smile through his constant grimace. He steps to the side and ushers us into the cramped office, "how have you been?" he asks in a friendly manner, "Good." I say simply, and Nike just nods. He points to the three chairs in front of his desk, which is cluttered with papers and photographs, I take a seat in the one to the far left, and night sets in the one on the far right.

He takes a seat at his desk and continues he's bitter-sweet smile, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?" he asks, looking from Nike to me. I hesitate for a second, but then press on, "The same thing we always come here for." I tell him. "You need rare and expensive parts then." he says putting his right forefinger to his chin. "Well you got the 'rare' part right." I say jokingly, though not really wanting to spend any money. "Of course, of course." he says laughing at my feeble joke.

"So what sort of items are you looking for?" just the usual questions.
"Well, we're looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators. And maybe a few guns and some ammunition." I knock the list off.
"Well, it's going to take a while on the p38 to 3.75mill piece, that's rare, and I know we don't have any of those in stock, I'll have to order it, but it'll take anywhere from two days to a week for delivery though. And on the guns: what you see is what you get."
"Okay, well..." I pause, I don't want to stay in town for a week, and I know Nike doesn't either, "Well, we'll go ahead and take the guns I guess, but Nike and I will have to talk about the adapter..." I pause, waiting for him to get up and leave us alone, but he doesn't move. "Can you give us a quick minute." realization hits him and he gives an embarrassed laugh, "Of course, of course. I'm so sorry." he hops out from behind his desk and walks toward the door, "If you would be so kind as to open the door when your done." the he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Once the door is locked Nike jumps out of her seat and starts walking around his office. She looks around his three filing cabinets, and thumbs through the documents and photos on his desk, "What are you doing?" I ask in a shouted whisper. "Shut up!" she says this in the same hushed yell, "I'm looking for something we can make money off of." I give her a puzzled look, "look, idiot, if he's got to order this fuckin' adapter then it's gonna cost us out the ass. And I don't know about you, but I don't wanna pay like that." she opens the draws to his desk and hits pay dirt.

She reaches her hand into the drawer and draws it out, holding a golden antique revolver. She smiles and tosses it to me, expecting me to be an expert. "Wow..." I say more to myself than to her, "An M1869 .45 Caliber Schofield single action six shooter, with a nickel finish." I recite this almost involuntarily while I finger the gun and turn it over in my hands, "This is so freaking cool." I'm awestruck, this is such an awesome pistol, "Glad you like it, it's a sale then, we'll take it." she says smiling in a viscous, greedy way.

"Okay," I say, preparing to change subjects, "What about the adapter?" I say this pocketing the pistol.
"Fuck..." she says in contemplation, "I guess we'll hafta wait on it, we can't go back without it, we fuckin' need it" she makes up both our minds.
"Alright." I say, moving to the door, as to open it. As I reach for the knock it twists before I can reach it and the door opens again, "Sorry, I couldn't stand the suspense." Fred says. He's laughing when he sits back at his desk, "So what have you decided?" he asks me.

"You should know, you were fuckin' eavesdropping." Nike says before I can answer him. I look from Nike to Fred and notice Fred's face is turning red, "Well," he chuckles, "I'm sorry, I can't resist and secret" he continues to laugh, but Nike stares daggers and knives at him. "Well then, you know that we'll order it then, Fred." I tell him, looking down at my feet; fucking dickwad. "Naturally." he says smugly.

"Okay, you get in contact with your people then get back with us, we'll need to know how long we'll have to wait." I explain to Fred.
"Of course, of course..." Fred pauses for a second, crunching numbers in his head, "Come back tomorrow, I should know when it will arrive by tomorrow." he tells me.
"What time?"
"Maybe..." he looks at the ceiling, "One, no two PM, no one. Come back tomorrow at around one PM."
"Alright, fine, we'll be here." I stand up with Nike and we leave. I notice Nike has bit more speed in her steps now than when we were arriving, she must really hate Fred. Who knew cyborgs could be so prejudice.

Nike pushes the door open hard, nearly sending them off their hinges, "You really hate Fred huh?" I ask as we jump into the jeep, me driving again. "I just don't like fuckety ass faggots, that's all." she says with a rotten sneer. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?" I ask starting the car up. The engine rumbles and the vehicle starts to rattle.
"Let's go to a bar, get something to eat, then get someone to eat." she tells me, a curly grin on her face.
"Someone to eat?" I look at her strangely, "A girl then?"
"Yea, I think another hot piece of pussy might liven things up, who knows, we might find another big dick to bring back with us."

We're driving down 138th again, we're heading to Clyde's, which is on 140th and 67th. It's a Friday night and there are always all kinds of people staying around Clyde's a lot of hot girls, and a few good looking guys, nothing special; I'm sure at least one will peak Nike's interest. Night falls soon enough and we're sitting outside Clyde's, sitting in the jeep. "Okay, we needta find a nice short brunette, with a nice big ass." she explains to me what kind of girl she is looking for. I nod at every new characteristic and feature she adds, "long hair, red lips, cute small boobs." I agree with everything she says, her and I have similar taste in girls.

I pull the keys out of the ignition, Nike strips off her trench coat, and we step through the doors. The instant we enter the door heads are turning after Nike, whether it's because of the fact that they know who she is, or because she's sexy, I don't know. I look over at Nike, and she looks gorgeous, particularly in this light. She's checking out the bar, looking from table to table, seat to seat, looking for a prime piece of meat. "No..." "Not her..." "Too thin..." I hear her mumbling to herself, apparently about the girls who don't meet her standards.

"Let's take a seat at the bar, have a drink, you know." I tell her making my way toward the bar, she follows, sort of. She's zigzagging her way across the floor, looking at every girl she can see before reaching the bar. "Dry beer, J & B." I told the bar tender, he turns and looks to Nike, "The same for her." I say, brushing him away. I turn around and run my eye over the bar, there are a few choice girls I'd like to have, but what does Nike think? "Like anything?" I ask her, sipping my beer, not looking at her.

She keeps looking around, lingering in a place for no longer than a few seconds, "Kinda, there are a few hotties, but mostly ugly fucking pigs." she doesn't look at me. She picks up her beer and drinks it down in one, two gulps; she's definitely some kind of machine. "Well, do we have someone that meets your requirements?" I ask her, glaring hard at her breasts. She continues looking around then turns her eye on me, "Yea, I see one." she tells me.
"Well who the fuck is it?" I ask, getting a little frustrated, she won't stop dodging my freaking question.
"Her." she says pointing into a crowd of four, maybe five girls. There are a few cutey pies, they're all looking pretty young, seventeen or eighteen years old maybe.
"Which?" I still can't tell which girl she's talking about.
"The one with the long brown hair, with the glasses." she tells me condescendingly, as if I can't understand what she's saying.

I find the girl she's talking about immediately, and wowey, what a little honey dip. She's got curly, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice round butt. She's got a cute face and those black-horn rimmed glasses make her look even better. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nike get's up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.

Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can't hear what they're talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl's face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she looks even more cute! Nike holds her hands up in front of the girl, like she's talking about a fishing trip, like she caught a huge fish, then Nike points to me. What the hell are these girls talking about?

Nike leaves the girl and comes back to me, she sits down a the bar and orders another beer. "Well? Is she coming with us?" I ask, laying my hand on Nike's thigh. Nike kind of shivers, takes a sip of her beer, then looks me square in the eye "She'll meet us out front in five minutes." she tells me like it's no big deal.
"What? How did you hook her?" I'm dumbfounded.
"Nothing, don't worry about it, the point is that she's coming with us, now pay the fucking barkeeper and let's get out front and wait for her." She sips her beer again and lays it down on the bar.

I wave to the bartender and he promptly walks over. He draws up the tab and gives me the bill, so I lay down the cash and leave him a nice five dollar tip, "It's your lucky day." I tell him tossing the cash on the bill. Nike and I stand up and find our way out of the bar, which is a little hard seeing as how the bar is packed to the brim with swingers and sluts looking for dirty one night stands, so I guess Nike and I are one less pair of perverts.

Nike and I hop into my jeep and we sit out in front of the bar, waiting for our little girlie. I start the engine up and turn on the heater, it's a little cold out tonight. After a few moments of sitting in silence with Nike our little girl friend comes out of the dim light of this rusty little bar, but there is someone with her, a man. He's sort of tall (at least taller than I am) and he's got long wavy hair. He has chiseled features and a puss full of straight, white choppers; and he's smiling a lot for some reason.

The little girl stands beside our ride for a second and looks at me, "Hello, I'm Gillian." she tells, trying to be polite, "And this is my boyfriend, Devin." I look Devin over once and I look Gillian over twice, then a third time for good measure. "Hop in." I tell her throwing my eyes on the road ahead of us. The jeep purrs away while we drive down these mucky roads, the vibrations climb in my gut and nestle down, then crawl back out again and after that, on comes the next wave.

I find a low down motel and I pull into the parking lot, not because it's the only one that's vacant, but because it's only fifteen credits a night for one person, so Nike and the other two can sneak in once I've paid. I hop out of the jeep and find my way over to the office where I pay the desk clerk fifteen credits for the night. He gives me a weary glance and I wink at him, then I leave the office laughing like a jackal.

Room twenty-three on the second floor. So I whistle down to Nike and she brings up our two friends, Devin and Gillian, and I can already tell we are in for a hell of a night. The first thing Nike does when we all get into the room, and I close the door, is strip down to her bare ass. So Gillian and I start to do the same, but Devin stands their looking at me shyly. I take my time when I undress, I slowly loosen my shoe laces then toss my boots off to the side, then I slide my shirt and my pants off. Gillian is undressed and staring at me while I get down to my boxers, Nike is standing to the side with her arms crossed and Devin is still standing there fully clothed, all eyes are on me.

I pretend not to notice everyone staring at me, waiting for that special moment, and I just pull my boxers off. I step out of them and toss them across the room. I stand up and look around, and put my fists on my hips, trying to show off my piece a little bit. "You were right." Gillian whispers to Nike, her face going a little red. "Yip, that's why I keep him around." she says jokingly serious. She steps up to me and grabs hold of my flaccid shaft, then she turns to Gillian and Devin and winks at them.

I put my hands behind my back when Nike kneels down in front of me; finally, Nike's going to give me a freaking blow job! She licks up and down the shaft and strokes it a little to get it hard. She holds my cock up and kisses the head, then she slides into her mouth; though not all the way, only about the first two inches. She doesn't let me fuck her mouth though, she just sucks on it like a popcicle.

Nike pops my cock out of her mouth and looks to Gillian, so Gillian joins Nike on her knees. At this point Devin finally starts to undress. Nike and Gillian take turns licking my cock; Nike holds it to herself, licking it over, then holding it out for Gillian to lick it. My breathing is getting heavier as they change pace and Nike starts sliding it into her mouth, then Gillian does the very same. I'm moving closer and closer. They keep sliding my piece in and out of each others mouths and before too much longer they're taking turns sucking on it. I especially like Gillian's way of giving head, she's twirling and twisting her tongue around my cock like a slimy snake.

I'm getting nervous when Devin joins Gillian and Nike on their knees in front of me, does he want to suck my dick too? "Whose gonna suck Devin off?" I ask, trying to get him away from me. "No one, silly." Gillian told me in the split second she pulled my cock out of her mouth. "That's the deal," Nike starts to tell me, "They came with so that me, Gillian, and Devin will all get fucked by you."
"I don't know about that." I'm not gay.
"Look here fucker, you're going to let me, Gillian, and even Devin suck you off, then your gonna fuck all of us up the asses, and that includes Devin." Nike tells me, threateningly.
"I ain't fucking gay, Nike" I tell her, trying to reason.
"Gay or straight, there's no real difference anymore, that is a decades old problem." Devin tells me getting closer, pushing Nike and Gillian apart. "Whoa, whoa! Hold on!" I start to yell when Nike hands my cock off to Devin.
"Oh relax Benny-boy," Nike tries to relax me, "If some guy is sucking your dick you're not gay, its just some faggot sucking you off, that doesn't make you gay." she has a crappy logic.
I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain when Devin leans in on my crotch. Wasting no time he takes my entire length in his mouth and starts in by deepthroating me. When I he push down on my cock no further he sticks his tongue out and starts licking, this is probably for less endowed men though; when he sticks his tongue out he is supposed to be able to lick the dude's balls, but it's pretty much impossible to do with my cock.

Nike gives Devin's ass a nice slap before she stands up. She leans in on my and starts kissing me hard, really hard. She bites my bottom lip and she bites my tongue, she sticks her wet, writhing tongue in my mouth, and I am about to scream with ecstasy. She starts sucking my tongue, which almost sends me over the edge, then I remember there is a dude on my cock, and that brings me back off my cloud. She holds my head close to hers, gripping my hair to keep me in place. Then she backs off.

She crawls back down to where Devin and Gillian are. Gillian and Nike kiss and run their tongues up and down the sides of my cock while Devin handles the head, it's pure pleasure. I put my hand behind Nike's head, rubbing her neck, and shoulders gently; I do the same to Gillian. "C'mon, yea, I'm getting there." I tell them between breathless gasps.

Finally Nike grabs hold of my fat shaft and starts jerking me off, this deters Gillian for a second, but then she joins in. There is easily enough room for Gillian and Nike to fit both their hands on my cock all at the same, so that's what they do. The two girls are jerking my off, with four hands total, while Devin keeps sucking away at the head of my cock. "Oh fuck, Oh shit." I mutter, I'm getting closer and closer, shit...

"Oh, Fuck!..." I cum like a freight train. My cum spurts up in Devin's face while he holds his mouth open(though none actually gets into his mouth) I'm breathing heavily while the cum still squirts out, leaning back on my arms, "Shit..." Devin isn't done yet, he's still jerking my cock slowly, trying to milk it for every drop of cum.

I am being pulled and twisted like pink taffy at this point. I'm disgusted with myself for letting some faggot suck my cock, but at the same time it feels so fucking good... Almost as good as Nike, though I would never tell her this. I'd never live it down if I told her getting my cock sucked by a guy was almost as good as being sucked by her...

The Rose Hotel - Chapter 1

manshimajin on Gay Stories

 

 

The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1

 

Sitting in the library reading the ‘Situations Vacant’ pages Jason was a bit worried. He had successfully completed his university entrance exams but needed some summer vacation work to help pay for the year ahead. At 19 he was capable and willing to try anything. The problem was that the temporary jobs were all offering minimum wages which was not enough to build up a surplus to cover the next twelve months. All of a sudden his eyes focused on a job that sounded more i

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“The Rose Hotel requires a young man to join the team servicing our exclusive clientele. Must be flexible and accommodating to clients’ needs. Working hours will be long but satisfying. No prior experience required,  this will be provided on-the-job. Excellent salary, clothing provided and large tips can be anticipated. Apply to The Manager etc…etc…”

 

Jason quickly wrote down the number and hurried to telephone the hotel. A man answered and they had a brief conversation about his age and his reasons for wanting the position.

 

“We’d better see you down here Jason” the manager said. “Pack something light and catch a train to Worthington-on-Sea. Let us know the time and a car will meet you”.

 

Jason hurried to comply and the next afternoon was alighting on the platform at the discreet seaside town. A uniformed chauffeur approached him and took his bags to a waiting Rolls. “We normally have this car for the guests” he said “They are the type of people who like to be picked up and taken to the hotel as quickly as possible. Don’t like hanging around. Our visitors are very particular. Then I’m sure you’ll find out about that if you work here.”

 

Jason looked out as the countryside slipped by. The hotel was obviously some way out of town. The Rolls glided up a quiet country lane and turned into a tree-lined drive. The only entrance sign for the hotel was a pair of intertwined roses painted on the stone pillars by the road. The car’s tyres crunched down the tree-lined gravel drive and pulled up in front of an old manor-house.

 

“Up the steps and ask for The Manager at Reception” he was instructed.

 

Jason was shown into a well-appointed office and a moment or two later a man came in:

 

“Welcome Jason, I am André, the manager of The Rose Hotel. I hope that your journey was comfortable.”

 

After a few brief introductions André began asking questions of Jason – his age, how he felt about serving clients, whether he had worked in hotels before and so on. After about half an hour of discussion he told Jason that he seemed perfect for the position that they had in mind.

 

“We need also to talk about what your salary and conditions will be. The success of our hotel is based on two important principles. Firstly we must do whatever our clients want – we are here to service their needs. Secondly because of the particular nature and requirements of our clientele we must be totally and utterly confidential and discreet. We require anyone working here to never discuss the hotel outside of these four walls. In return we pay our staff exceptionally well – in your case you will receive four times the minimum wage. Our clients are also most generous with gratuities if they like the service offered – so you can expect to nearly double your earnings.”

 

This sounded amazing to Jason – a summer at The Rose Hotel would almost pay for his full university course! Not many 18 year-olds would be in that position.

 

“I hope that this arrangement would be satisfactory for you Jason”.

 

“Oh, yes definitely yes it would be.”

 

“And how keen are you to earn this amount of money?”

 

“Very keen indeed sir – just tell me what to do. I never thought that I could be so lucky!”

 

“Well if you are sure of that, and want to earn that level of money for the summer, then perhaps I can tell you something more about the hotel services and our clients?  You will notice something special about the hotel Jason. All our staff are male. This is because at The Rose we cater only for male guests. Our guests are often very prominent people. They come here sometimes on their own and sometimes with their male friends to relax and enjoy themselves. Our staff play an important part in this enjoyment, not only through the way we operate the hotel but also by catering for our clients’ personal needs.” Jason moved a bit uncomfortably in his chair. “That is why, Jason, you can expect to earn so much money here. Our clients pay well for what they want. Of course you may decide that you would prefer other types of work elsewhere which pay less…”

 

Jason’s mind was racing. He really wanted to earn as much as he could. The Rose Hotel offered him the chance in one summer to pay for his whole university course. But to do this he would have to be at the beck and call of gay clients and to do what André had described as ‘cater for their needs’. This he realised meant performing gay sex in various ways with them. But the lure of the money kept coming back to him.

 

“I’m very nervous about what you have described, sir” he replied “I have no experience of this type of activity. On the other hand working here would see me through university so I don’t want to say no.”

 

“Well” said André “I should dearly like to employ you. Our guests, I am sure, would find you irresistible. In situations like yours Jason we always make sure that you are well prepared before you deal with clients. There are a number of us on staff here who would delight in initiating you into our ways. If you are willing we can begin today. I just need to get you to sign these forms which indicate your consent to working here and then we can get down to business.”

 

Urged on by thoughts of a secure future and encouraged by André’s words Jason took the forms and signed them. Whatever reservations he had were outweighed by the financial prospects.

 

Once he had been shown to his room and he had unpacked his few belongings Jason was asked to make his way down to the staff fitness centre. Here he was introduced to a number of the hotel staff who were doing work-outs on various machines. André said to him that the first thing to do was to measure him for his working clothes.

 

“Step out of your clothes, Jason” he was asked “Don’t be shy we all get to know each other very well round here”

 

Reluctantly he did as he was told, stopping with his briefs on. He was quickly told that they were to come off too. When he stood there naked in front of all the others he felt very vulnerable. He heard a few intakes of breath from around the room and one or two comments about his physique – which seemed to be a topic of genuine admiration. A man he learned was named William ran the tape measure across him calling out sizes to someone else.

 

“Not bad, not bad at all” said William “I am sure the clients will really like you – particularly when we have got you prepared properly.”

 

It was now explained that one requirement was for all staff to have their body hair completely removed. Jason squirmed at the thought. “How do I do that?” he asked.

 

“Come with us into the next room and we will arrange it for you” said William. Hands gently took hold of Jason’s arms and led him through to a plain room with a long narrow table in the middle. “Don’t worry we are not going to do anything extreme! We have our own special formula of depilation cream which we all use. Just lie right down and relax”

 

For the first time in his life Jason was experiencing men’s hands working on him. He could feel them starting at his neck and the cream being worked in down his body. His nipples attracted detailed attention being squeezed and teased by curious fingers. Then his flat stomach was being rubbed. He started to feel more than a little panicky as the hands progressed lower and lower. One of the other guys seeing his nervousness gave his hand a squeeze and lent over and kissed him. Jason was startled but found the sensation of having his body rubbed and being kissed stimulating. He could feel the blood expanding his penis. “Oh, yes” said a voice somewhere near by.

 

Then the massaging hand was rubbing the cream into his pubic hair and round the shaft of his erection. The man kissing him moved his tongue along Jason’s lips and he found himself opening his mouth to kiss back. The hand below was rubbing the cream sensitively into his penis and around his scrotum. He gasped. Then it moved away down his thighs.

 

When his front had been prepared he was asked to roll over so that his back could be checked. The main concentration of effort was on his buttocks to remove the light hairs there. Then the fingers prised apart his cheeks and searched through his cleft checking for signs of hair there. Another dose of cream was applied and rubbed into this sensitive area. “What a cute little rosebud you’ve got there Jason” said André, who had been attentively following the whole process.

 

“OK, get up and come to the shower area so we can wash the cream off you” said William. Jason obediently followed and was helped by numerous hands to wash himself down. As he did this any hairs on his body fell away leaving it completely nude and glistening. “Now you’re starting to look like a member of the staff” he was told.

 

That evening Jason ate sparingly in the staff dining room. Everyone was very friendly but he was still very nervous about what he had agreed to do. The talk around the table was of how generous many of the clients were. This made him feel a little more confident in his decision but he was still fundamentally nervous about what was expected of him. His clothes felt quite strange though. He was not at all used to have a hairless body and he could feel the cloth rubbing against him.

 

As he was finishing André called him over and said “Tonight I would like you to come to my apartment on the third floor. There are some things I need to discuss with you about life here. We can talk and see how we get on together.” A few of the others laughed at this and told him that they looked forward to finding out about his experiences the next morning.

 

Later that evening Jason nervously knocked on André’s door. It opened quickly and he went in. The living room was luxurious with beautiful drapes, large sofa and in pride of place an enormous four poster bed befitting the antiquity of the hotel. A fire blazed in the hearth. André himself was in a silk dressing gown and standing at a table mixed a Bellini for Jason. “If you haven’t had one before Jason, you will love it – it is a mix of peach brandy and champagne”

 

Jason took the glass, André chinked his glass on Jason’s and the young man began to sip carefully. The potent mixture soon began to make him feel more at ease.

 

The hotel manager gestured his guest to sit down on the sofa next to him facing the fire.

 

“Jason since I met you today I have been thinking so much what a lovely young man you are and how well you may fit in here. I am sure that our guests will adore you. But I want to check with you how willing you are to become involved in the kind of lifestyle we cater for here?”

 

“How do you mean?” Jason asked warily.

 

“Well you know that we run a men only establishment, Jason. We are very proud of our gay focus and do everything to meet our guests’ requests and needs. To be frank this includes their sexual needs. If you work here I am absolutely sure that many of them would want you to be a participant with them, you are such a lovely and beguiling youth. As I said to you at our talk this morning, there are very significant benefits that you can earn. Not only your salary but from the generosity of the guests you may have a relationship with and the introductions that they can make for you in the outside world – so many of them are persons of great influence in business, arts and politics. My impression was that you have no experience of this kind of thing and I wanted to see how you feel about it. Be honest with me, would you prefer to not go ahead or are you happy to be part of our team, knowing what I have just said?”

 

“If I’m honest” Jason replied “ I have very mixed feelings. I am very nervous about it all. I have no experience of this lifestyle but on the other hand the idea of funding my career is so attractive. It’s all a bit confusing for me”

 

“It is always hard to anticipate every possibility Jason, but being absolutely blunt, it means letting men make love to you and maybe doing the same for them. Our guests would see you as a major part of the service available to them. I have to tell you that they are not shy about asking. And this means sex – I can’t be more direct than that.  Does this horrify you?”

 

“It’s what frightens me André. I have never done anything like this and it’s a scary prospect. You and the staff seem very nice and the opportunities sound so good. What do you think I should do?”

 

“If you are willing to do it I should feel very happy to have you around here to develop and guide you in our ways. I think you are so lovely and someone who will fit in so well with us. But I don’t want to push you into something. I would love to hear you say you will try it but it really is up to you to balance your feelings about what will be required of you and of your chances of paying for your education this way.”

 

Shakily Jason said ‘Oh God, its so hard to say no to the chance.  I’ll try my best but I just don’t know what will happen. Please be tolerant with me. I have never done this sort of thing. I have no idea how I will react to a man trying to have sex with me.”

 

André put his arms around him and gave him a little hug.

 

“Jason it’s wonderful to hear you saying you’ll give work here a try.  Maybe I can help you learn. We know each other a bit. From experience I think it may be better for you to let me introduce you to our ways than to leave it to a complete stranger. In any case if I am absolutely honest with you I would be very jealous if you were to give yourself to someone else first”

 

Jason just nodded his head, too nervous to say anything.

 

“Let me mix another drink for us to celebrate. Meanwhile the fire is hot and you look overdressed my dear” André said. “Whilst I get us the drinks go into my dressing room through there, slip out of your clothes and put on a dressing gown like mine – you’ll find plenty in there. You will feel much more relaxed and we can enjoy the evening together.”

 

When he emerged André commented how much sexier he looked, handed him a drink and ‘chinked’ glasses again “To a long and satisfying relationship” he said.

 

He patted the couch and invited Jason to sit next to him again and using a remote control dimmed the lights in the room until only the firelight cast a warm flickering, glow on the walls and ceiling.

 

“From tomorrow I shall have to share you with our guests” he said “But tonight I want you here with me”. He pressed another button on the remote control and soft music filled the room. Telling Jason not to be nervous he moved close to him. “You looked so lovely this afternoon” he said. “When I saw you naked after you had showered you looked like a young Greek God with the water dripping off you. I was hoping then that you felt that you had made the right decision. Now I am really so pleased”

 

His hand slipped around the back of Jason’s neck and pulled the young boy towards him.

 

“Jason, if you will let me, I want to introduce you to gay lovemaking tonight”

 

He started to kiss the boy passionately on the mouth and on the neck. Tears welled up in Jason’s eyes as he tried to adjust to what lay ahead.

 

“It’s alright” said André “I realise that this is all new to you, that you are a virgin to my kind of sex, but let me be your teacher. I promise to be a very caring one”

 

Saying this he once again kissed the emotionally charged youth and encouraged him to part his lips so that their tongues could meet in passion. After a few minutes of deep kissing Jason felt the André’s hand tugging gently on the cord of the dressing gown, undoing it and opening the garment. A hand searched across his chest and found one of his nipples which it started to brush and squeeze. Despite his reservations Jason could not help sighing at the sensation this teasing evoked. The other hand started to rove and wander more across his smooth body.  Before he could ask André to take it away a voice whispered in his ear

 

“Jason, I want to take you to bed with me, I want to make passionate love to you, take your virginity, to deflower you, and begin to initiate you in the pleasures that men can bring to each other. Will you do that with me? Unite our bodies and let me be the first man to come into you so that you and I have that sense of oneness?”

 

Tears welled up again in Jason’s eyes “Please, whatever do you think of me, I have never done this type of thing and I am very scared about it”

 

“Don’t be frightened – we will be slow and gentle with each other. I think you are a most beautiful, adorable Adonis whom I truly want to make passionate love to”

 

André’s reached for Jason’s hand and pulled it inside his own dressing gown and down onto his erect penis.

 

 “Take it and feel it. See how much it wants you too.  Imagine the pleasure you can give to me and I can give to you. Let me show you how much it wants to be in you”

 

Jason could feel the warmth in his hand and the stiffness of the erection. He felt himself being encouraged to stand up, was being kissed again and then led towards the four-poster bed. The dressing gown was drawn away from around his shoulders and slid to the floor. André stared at the shapely youthful body, the still unconsummated rear and the shapely hips and legs. He pulled back the sheets and slipping off his own gown held out both arms, took Jason by the hands hugged him tightly and then guided him onto the bed. Now Jason was lying down with André naked beside him.

 

“You are so beautiful to have beside me in bed. I want to explore you and fill you with my being, spiritual and physical – I need you so much – I want you to surrender yourself wholly to me. There are things I will do that will be unfamiliar to you and may make you feel a bit shy. But try and let me do them. They will seem a bit strange to you at first but I can assure you that they will make things more pleasant and easier for you. Now just relax your mind, let the tension drift out of you as we hold each other close”

 

For a number of minutes they kissed and caressed each other as André’s arms wrapped themselves around the smooth skin of the nervous young man. As his tongue sought out the inside of the youthful mouth André also pressed his body tightly against Jason, letting his chest rub against his companion’s hairless torso. Below his waist Jason could feel André’s erect penis rubbing on his naked groin. Despite himself he felt his own member stiffening in response.

 

Waiting for the right moment to progress further André ran his hand up and down Jason’s spine, holding him close and moving slowly towards touching his buttocks.  As his fingers reached the base of the spine he felt Jason shift and wriggle a bit but continued to hold him in a passionate embrace and intensified the actions of his tongue inside the mouth he was kissing with intensity. With deliberate slowness he let his hand wander across the still virgin buttocks. Lightly he traced up and down the dividing crack. His mind visualised parting the white cheeks, of mounting behind the young man and the tightness and tension of entering Jason’s virgin love tunnel for the first time.

 

Now the fingers on Andre’s hands started their own exploration, penetrating deeper into the hitherto unvisited territory between the boy’s buttocks. Skilfully André probed in the tight cavern until he reached the little rosebud of Jason’s sex. The young man’s body jerked involuntarily at the intimacy of the touch.

 

“Oh, God, you are beautiful” moaned André as his hands flickered on the sensitive pucker. “Jason, enjoy and remember these moments. You should remember in future how you went from a virgin to a sexually consummated male. Just let me make a few more preparations for your comfort.” 

 

Saying this, André began re-arranging the bed, placing two extra large pillows in the middle of the mattress.

 

“Jason I want you to lie face down with your stomach resting on the pillows” he said “make yourself comfortable on them and spread your thighs out a little. Let me do the rest for the moment. Now relax”.

 

The young man complied. He eased himself over the down filled supports and obediently spread his legs open. André slipped down the bed behind him. All of a sudden he felt his buttocks being parted once more and heard André’s voice saying

 

“God, you are beautiful, so beautiful”.

 

As he lay there Jason became aware that a face was pressing between his buttock cheeks. A tongue started to lap up and down the cleft. All of a sudden he could feel it applying itself in circular motions to his sphincter. He jolted a little at the unexpected feeling of his most private area being explored by a tongue.

 

“Jason, your gorgeous. Your sex is so pretty, like a flower bud – you have a wonderful sensuous little mound. My tongue can feel the little opening into your body. I can just imagine it opening up for the first time to swallow my penis as I make love to you – as I deflower you. It really will be like petals opening. Its so wonderful to think of teaching you how to use your perfect, tight little entrance to give and receive sexual pleasure There are so many men who will be staying here who will want to take you to bed with them but here am I the first to have you in my arms and to make love to you.”

 

As Jason blushed at the intimate language, one of André’s hands rubbed on his thigh to calm and comfort him. He could hear the manager making little slurping sounds as his tongue returned to flicking its tip across the tender area between his opened buttocks. As he continued André seemed to be trying to part the cheeks in front of him even further wanting to purse his lips on the raised mound. Suddenly he seemed to be sucking the rosebud out and up between his lips, savouring its shape and taste. He just managed to nibble on it lightly with his teeth bringing more wriggling from the prostrate figure on the pillow.

 

As his buttocks shook slightly Jason emitted a long “Ohhhhhhhhh” sound, his inexperienced body responding to the sucking and gentle chewing sensations as André reamed him.

 

The targeted area got moister and moister and the quicksilver movements seemed to be pressing harder against the entrance muscle. He groaned and moaned as André worked away on him. The manager seemed to be in his element and continued his sucking for a long, long time. On occasions Jason found his raised buttocks responding involuntarily to the exploration. Little tremors ran through his body.

 

André’s hand now began to play on the flesh between buttocks and genitals. He gently stroked and scratched the youth’s testicles making Jason once more shudder and moan:

 

“Jason, your balls look like two perfect little eggs in their sac” whispered André as he moved his mouth down onto them. Jason felt the lips touching him there and then the warmth as his scrotum was swallowed whole into André’s eager mouth. Teeth closed gently onto the flesh that joined the ball sac to the penis. The tongue in the mouth lapped around the captive testes, dividing them one moment, bringing them together the next. One moment the flesh of his scrotum was sucked tight, the next it would slacken a little.

 

As he was doing this André used his hand to seek out the penis lying against the bed and began slowly to masturbate Jason. André could sense the tension and expectations rising in the body he was now so purposefully enjoying. His free hand returned to the sphincter mound and started again to squeeze it, to press it between his fingers, to draw it up and to mimic the movements of the hand masturbating Jason, making little up and down rubbing motions on it. Jason’s breathing was becoming more irregular and André suddenly heard strangled sobs begin again from the head of the bed. He eased away gently from what he was doing and sidled alongside the teenager’s body and head. Caressing his head he said to Jason:

 

“What is the matter, why are you sobbing?”

 

“Some of the things you have been doing have woken all sorts of feelings in me. I’m scared of what will happen tonight of what you are bringing out in me. I am so confused. I feel I want you to make love to me. It is like I do and I don’t want you to do it, but here I am and I just feel scared about making that final step. Do you understand”

 

By way of reply André stroked Jason’s hair and kissed him on the cheek:

 

“I understand, of course I do. It’s a feeling we all had the first time. You are crossing a watershed. I think that your fears will become less and less as we make love together, once you feel me inside you. Let me show you what it is like when someone wants you very much…”

 

Then André lifted himself up with his body leaning across Jason kissing the back of his neck and ears. From beside the bed he produced a tube of lubricant and began to apply it to his stiff penis.

 

“I am going to put some of this on you as well” he said.

 

André used the fingers of his left hand to squeeze Jason’s little pucker into a tight mound and with the index finger of his right hand rubbed lubricant into the area standing up for attention. He was very tempted to insert a finger past the clenched anal muscle but decided that the pleasure of deflowering Jason should be left entirely to his penis. It was so rare to be able have a young man for his very first penetration.

 

His attention was therefore concentrated on spreading the slippery gel to Jason’s sex mound, paying particular attention to the little star shaped eye through which he planned to push his throbbing erection once the boy was readied..

 

“Now I want you to just relax Jason and let me come on top of you and try to put myself into you. You are a virgin now. In a few minutes with patience you will have been deflowered and experiencing the movements of my penis inside your body. I’ll go slowly – it may be a bit painful for you first time round so let me know if I need to slow down more for you”.

 

As his thighs were edged a little further apart Jason could feel André’s weight coming onto him. He stifled his tears. More kisses rained on his neck and then he felt for the first time a hard erection moving in between the globes of his spread buttocks. Aided by the lubricant it slipped easily up and down the cleft warming the area. André found the bump made by the sex mound and for a short while stroked his penis back and forth across it feeling its little rise and its small movements as it was gently pushed by him. He felt the excitement rising to fever pitch as Jason responded to this stroking with little sighing “ohhh uhhhs”.

 

As this attention became more focused on the as yet un-probed entrance André changed his technique a little. He began to rub the tip of his penis round and round in very small circles centred on the middle of Jason’s ring. This elicited more moans from the head of the bed as the young man responded:

 

“Please be gentle”

 

André continued to concentrate on doing this for a minute accustoming Jason to the feel of the shaft. Then he repositioned himself and started to probe inwards on the puckered mound with the head of his penis. He could feel the raised flesh being flattened by his pressure and retreating a little into Jason’s body. He did this over and over again, letting it rise up, circling it, and pushing it in. Feeling this close attention Jason wriggled his hips slightly but the penis behind him stayed focused. The series of little in and out pushes against the muscle had so far made no progress in terms of opening the star shaped bud. André sensed that the virginal sphincter muscle was very tight and clenched. He increased the inward pressure, still meeting resistance. As he pushed he could feel the little gateway retreating deeper into Jason’s buttock cleft but still refusing to open itself.

 

André’s hands momentarily massaged Jason’s back and spine.

 

“Now Jason I need you to really relax as much as possible. I am going to push a little harder to encourage your sphincter to unlock itself for me. When it does you may feel some discomfort to begin with as you lose your virginity. I shall try to go as gently as possible but you are very tight and I may have to push quite hard this time.”

 

The pushing in Jason’s rear became more intense. André now had his penis pressed firmly into the boy and held fast against the unyielding muscle. He wriggled it with his hand to try and spread and warm the lubricant more. Gradually the circular movements seemed to be making progress as the sphincter was pushed down retreating in front of the stiff erection. André reckoned that the moment would come soon when his ministrations and the inability of the entrance to retreat any deeper would make the bud inevitably burst open like a gate before his determined battering ram.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhh” moaned Jason timorously, responding with inexperience as the sensations from the increased pressure of André’s penis spread through his body.

 

“Oh, I love you so much, so much, ohhh I want to take you now, to penetrate you for that first time, to push my cock into you, to fuck you deep, to leave my sperm far inside you my love”

 

“Oh Jason I am ready to take you! You’re so tight but I need to enter you….”

 

 The young man felt a firmer push from behind. The clenched portal of his sexual passage seemed to be more hard pressed than ever. Something in his backside seemed to yield suddenly to the urgent pressure of André’s penis. He groaned. He cried out. He jerked, as his sphincter muscle was prised open and for the very first time he felt a stiff cockhead passing his entrance and inside into his anus.

 

“Aaaaargggghhhhhh, ah nooooo, eehhhhhhhhhh” he cried out trying to eject the intrusion by wriggling forward. But his body was held firm. André’s hips pushed a little more to secure his entry and now Jason could feel the other man’s penis moving a little deeper into his behind. He could feel its living presence inside him sensing its way through the soft, caressing dark flesh in his rectum.

 

“Oh no! Ohhh no! Please it is hurting”,

 

 “Relax Jason, just relax and it will be fine – your little ring was so tight I had to push hard but now your virginity is gone and I’ll go slowly”

 

“ First though I am going to pull out for a second or two to put some more lubricant on you to ease the way”

 

Jason felt the penis leaving him and his anus closing. Then André’s finger was rubbing his sore entrance with something slippery. The man’s weight came back onto him, holding him against the pillows. Once more the cock slithered in his cleft but this time moved rapidly to his sex to take advantage of the lubricant. Jason felt the stabbing push. His body again suddenly yielded to André’s erection. Again “aaghs” seemed to spring out of his mouth without prompting as the pain of his body being opened this way impacted on him.

 

This time André did not stop at the entrance. He pushed himself further into the well-lubricated passage. He began to feed his erection into the boy, bit at a time, no hurry, resting to let the tight muscle adjust, until the full length was inside the fresh youthful rectum. There he held it still and let his weight settle against Jason’s back.

 

“You are so beautiful inside, you feel like silk against my penis. Can you feel me inside you?”

 

“Yes, yes I can. It’s a bit better now but it still feels sore.”

 

Slowly, very slowly André began to move his hips back and forth feeling the soft, warm flesh inside Jason’s rectum caressing his penis and the tightness of the sphincter sucking its shaft as he moved back and yielding in turn as he edged back in. Jason too could feel the intimate movements and grunted into the mattress. His fists clenched an unclenched at the feeling of penetration. His anal muscle seemed stretched beyond its capacity and he was experiencing sensations that were simultaneously painful and pleasurable. Now he could also begin to sense André’s growing excitement.

 

The Manager worked in and out of the tight opening for what seemed an eternity sampling all the sensations of deflowering the boy. Then, as he felt his own growing excitement, he encouraged Jason up onto his knees to be able to push in deeper. A hand reached under Jason, rubbing his hairless pubic mound and reaching for his by now fully erect penis. André started to masturbate him vigorously working his hand along the full length of his shaft. The new recruit’s shyness had left him and he was yielding to his own feelings of sexual desire.  The stiff rod working in and out of his behind was starting to rub his prostate into action. The speed and the depth of the penetrations increased until Jason sensed André was building to a climax. The youth could feel a tingling sensation in his own testicles and he started involuntarily to wriggle his body. André rode him expertly as if he was breaking in a frisky colt.

 

Then the movements of the man on top became frantic and any gentleness and consideration of Jason’s inexperience was totally forgotten. He humped furiously with his hips, pulling out as far as he could and then pushing in hard and fast seeking to plumb the depth of the rectum. The hand on Jason’s penis pumped faster. André’s voice went up half an octave and he began to pant and groan like a wild animal. Jason’s own feelings were caught between the boiling sensation in his own thighs, the stretching of his back passage and the knowledge that André was starting to climax in him. Then André gave out one almighty moan and his hips began much shorter, deep, thrusts. The seed flowed ecstatically along his penis and into Jason’s previously uninitiated bowels. The volume and intensity was much greater than André normally experienced – he was filling the boy with greater force than he had done to anyone before. As André began to ejaculate Jason sensed the complete change of rhythm and in the tension and excitement of being implanted with André’s seed he was no longer able to control his own orgasm. Sperm flew from the tip of his penis onto the pillows beneath him and he lifted his neck back and made a low howling sound.

 

For a few moments longer the cockhead seemed to spasm inside Jason’s tight body. The young man could feel the penis jerking slightly as it gradually finished emptying into him and began to lose its size. André was kissing deliriously at Jason’s body and neck, trying to reach his mouth. Slowly the deflated shaft began to slither out however much André would have liked to leave it inside his conquest. As it finally exited Jason gave a little ‘Oh!’ and rolled over to look at his satiated lover.

 

André took the opportunity to kiss Jason and then placed his mouth over the youth’s own softened penis sucking and licking at the remaining sperm. He felt totally satisfied and fulfilled. He knew that later on, maybe several times, he would want to take his pleasure of Jason again. But for the moment he was just happy to hold this delightful young man in his arms. Gently rubbing the silky smooth body of his partner he drifted happily into sleep.

 

It was well after midnight when Jason awoke. He became aware of André stirring in the bed next to him. Feeling the slightly strange sensation between his buttocks he recalled what had happened to him before he fell asleep.

 

There was a movement elsewhere in the room and the sound of logs being placed on the fire.

 

“Who’s there?” he asked. “It’s just me, William,” came a voice from the end of the room. “André likes me to make sure the room stays comfortable. I usually do this just before I go to bed.”

 

By now André himself had come more awake. “Thank you William, you are very kind doing that for me. It would be a shame to waste all that effort. Why don’t you go through, have a shower and come and join young Jason and me here? I saw how you were looking at him this afternoon…Jason, I think that you will like William too. He is what we would describe as quite well endowed. You need this kind of experience to prepare you for the guests.”

 

Before Jason could protest André held him down and started kissing him once more. As this was going on he could hear the sound of the shower running close by. A few minutes later a door opened and closed and the mattress momentarily sagged as William mounted the bed. As André kissed him he could feel William snuggling in behind him, his body pressing tightly against the small of his back. A pair of large hands came round and started to play with his nipples. His tongue went deeper into André’s mouth.

 

“Let’s see what you have done to the young buck André” said William and one of his hands came round to Jason’s buttock cleft. What felt like an unusually large finger started to play around his sphincter. “Golly, you must have come buckets in him” said William in tones that made André giggle and Jason wince. The finger began to probe. Thanks to the slippery residue of sperm it slid into Jason’s anal passage with relative ease. He twitched at the feeling of the digit wriggling inside. “I don’t think I’ll need any fancy lubricant Jason” said William.

 

In the flickering firelight Jason could see William lifting himself up. He had found André’s penis to be reasonably large but the rod between William’s legs looked much broader and longer. He quickly turned to André “I don’t think we should do this. William is too big for me”.

 

“One of the things that you will learn, Jason, is just how flexible and accommodating your sphincters is. You need the experience, so stop worrying and relax. Our guests beg for William to look after their needs, don’t they?”

 

“Yes they do” came the reply “and I earn handsomely for it. But Jason I am not going to charge you!! Now lets try it with you lying on your back. André and I will fix some pillows under your bottom. OK now I’m going to get hold of your ankles and raise your legs up onto my shoulders. Just let me move them nice and easily.”

 

Jason felt his calves and thighs being moved upwards and backwards until they were above his chest. Jason saw André stretch his mouth around William’s shaft and suck and lick on it as if it was a piece of delicious fruit. He did this for a minute or so, William groaning with pleasure. “That’s enough I think” he suddenly said and looked down on Jason.

 

“Now to give you my full attention. Just to think a few hours ago you were a virgin. And now you’re going to have William pleasuring you!”

 

Saying this he lent forward, making sure that the back of Jason’s knees were firmly against his own shoulders. Jason could feel the large head of William’s penis trying to probe his anal entry. The big man was clearly taking his time. Each time he pushed against the tight opening Jason gave out a little “Oooff!” sound. William smiled. Over and over again he patiently tested the entry in pure anticipation of what he was planning to do. Under this probing Jason’s head was moving rapidly from side to side as if he was hoping nothing more would happen. Then William began to rub up and down on the young man’s penis encouraging a new erection. Still the pressure on the muscle was maintained. Jason started to feel excitement increasing in the shaft of his penis. It had been some time since he had last come and the rubbing below his testicles was starting to have an effect. But the fear of William’s size dominated his mind.

 

“Please. William, I am sore from André. I don’t think there’s any way I can take you.”

 

William turned to André “I think you should join in too” he said. Jason felt the hand withdrawing from his groin to be replaced by André’s warm mouth expertly working on his penis. He could not last much longer. He started bucking up and down a little as André rubbed lightly on the scrotum. He knew that he was about to burst and started to moan.

 

André let out a muffled “Now William, I can feel him coming” and Jason started to spurt semen. Instantaneously William pushed the head of his penis past the reluctant sphincter muscle into Jason’s passage. Jason’s moans of ecstasy mingled with a cry of astonished pain as the monster slipped into him. As this was happening the waves of ejaculation seemed to redouble and he came over and over again into André’s waiting mouth. André sucked and gulped at Jason’s penis gorging himself on the fresh juices spurting from the moaning, crying, boy.

 

As his flow of semen came slowly to a stop the young man realised that he was now impaled deeply on William’s erection. His bowels felt totally occupied with the hard meat – André’s erection had been nothing like this. Having seen the tableau of Jason and André’s oral performance in front of him William was in a hurry to achieve his climax. His broad member ploughed up and down Jason’s tunnel. With alternative strokes the skin around the sphincter was pushed in and then pulled out like a cone around his penis. Jason was being forcefully initiated to accommodating large men. Thankfully, after about five minutes, William had built himself up to the point of no return. His hips flailed back and forth and he grabbed Jason’s ankles and pushed them as far back and as wide apart as possible. With the youth in this position William could maximise depth for his insemination. The whole of his shaft felt on fire with lust. He started to pump out his seed. It felt like an explosion from his inner depths. He pushed in as far as he could go, ignoring the cries coming from Jason. He kept pumping and pumping until every last slippery drop was injected into Jason’s ravaged rectum.

 

“God, if you were a women you’d be pregnant now. Consider yourself well and truly impregnated” he laughed.

 

All Jason could do was to take in deep sobbing breaths and to moan in ecstatic pain as William’s engorged penis deflated inside him. He felt utterly exhausted from the combined effects of being fellated and fucked at the same time. Once again he found himself wrapped in male arms, held tenderly from the front and from behind. William was kissing him and André’s fingers were exploring between his buttocks, slipping in and out of his anus using the semen oozing out of his body as lubricant.

 

As the firelight flickered across the ceiling they drifted into sleep. Occasionally one or the other would waken and listen to the soft breathing of his companions. As dawn broke Jason awoke to the sensation of André rubbing his penis once again up and down the cleft of his buttocks. With a sudden sharp jerk the Manager penetrated the youth. Jason cried out as he felt the penis coming into his body and rubbing the sensitive soft tissue inside his bowels.

 

The movements and the sounds woke William. He saw what was going on and smiled. Making room in the large bed he let André climb into a better position on top of Jason. He watched the sight of the smooth skinned young man being exercised by the Manager and felt his own lust being roused. By this time Jason was panting and groaning with each new thrust and André, whilst working slowly in the youth, was looking totally absorbed in his love making.

 

William slipped behind André and watched the buttocks and hips moving rhythmically in front of him. He reached out and used the tube of lubricant on his now rock hard penis. Choosing his moment he place himself between the other legs on the bed and rubbed on André’s puckered opening. He knew the manager liked to be taken forcefully. With little regard for the effect it would have he pushed forward and down as hard as he could with his hips. For a moment André’s ring seemed to resist but the pressure was too great. The tight entrance popped open and William’s penis entered several inches in one thrust.

 

“Oh, hell, goodness it hurts when you do that. You’re just so big”

 

“Yes, but you love it don’t you!”

 

“Yes, go on fuck me, fuck me, ream me out” said the manager

 

Gradually William and André were able to co-ordinate their thrusting. André began to build up ready to burst into Jason. The pressure on his own insides was making the sperm boil and he knew he could not last much longer. As William began some deep, quick thrusts André was unable to hold back from spraying Jason’s rectal womb. The sperm shot out of him in a series of jerking thrusts. William lent down to his boss’s ear

 

“Move over” he said and André obediently, and exhaustedly pulled out and away from Jason. Before the latter could move William was onto him. The large penis was pressing hard against his cum lubricated entrance rubbing and pushing. He wanted to complain but there was nothing he could do to stop being taken once again. Suddenly he could feel the head pass the portals and start to expand his tunnel. As he pushed in William could feel the warmth of André’s sperm inside Jason. He felt on fire with desire. As his climax grew nearer he placed his own legs outside Jason’s and pulled the boy’s spread buttocks closer together. This tightened the passage he was servicing and increased his own excitement to a point of incredible intensity. Beneath him he could hear the muffled “Oh! Oh! Oh nooo, nooooo” from the well-used youth.

 

William decided to give the boy some more practice. By slowing down he let the intensity in his loins pass over and then began to thrust in and out again stretching the tight walls of the until recently virgin anus. William felt in control. He continued this pattern of love making for nearly half an hour. He knew that when he came it would be like turning on a fountain. Jason was still making tense little sounds from under him particularly when he held himself deep inside the inviting rectum. Hearing more and more stifled “noooo!” sounds coming from the mattress he decided to allow himself to climax. His body had become so accustomed to the self-control that he now had to move with much greater pace inside the boy to build up his orgasm.  As his hips started to thrust rapidly in and out he could feel Jason’s body bouncing beneath him and the intensity of Jason’s cries increasing to a crescendo of “Aaaghs!”. But he was not going to slow down. His hips pushed faster and faster. The climatic sensations started to grow. All of a sudden he was moving deeper than ever pounding his semen into the dark depths far inside Jason. When he had finished jerking he could hear the boy moaning beneath him. He stroked him gently.

 

“Jason, you were terrific. It is wonderful to make love to you. You have some of me, and of André swimming round inside you. Now we all belong to each other.”

 

Jason moaned again and rolled onto his back. Both André and William began to embrace Jason’s body. The young man’s head, neck and chest were being fondled whilst simultaneously his toes were sucked and a tongue ran up his leg towards his crotch.

 

“I think our guests will really love you” said André “but today you can lie-in and relax. Tomorrow, though, we must start you working. I think the breakfast room-service would be a good start. Anyway let’s have another rest – you’ve quite exhausted me!”.

 

To be continued... 

 

 

 

 

 

Cosmedic sales and the rewards

shelbygt1967 on Other Stories

I walked in to my apartment after work, my room mate was on his way out with his girlfriend, as he went past me he handed me a business card, whats this I said, that gal came around offering free facials.  I ask, even to men, yep thats right so if you want one call her.  He whispered in my ear she's pretty hot for an older lady.

After they left I thought, hey why not call, you never know!  I call and found this lady cosmedics distributor to be very pleasent to talk to, we set up an apointment two days off. 

I had made sure my roomy would be gone so we could have some time alone.  When Nan arrived I was pleasently surprized to see what she looked like.  Nan was only about 5 ft

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tall, tipping the scales at about 105 to 110 lbs.  It looked as though she had a fairly nice figuer, but is was kind of hard to tell because of the sack type of dress she was waring. 

Nan and I chatted for a while and seemed to hit it off a little, she told me to sit on the floor in front of the sofa facing away from her.  As she began to message some stuff on my face she pulled my head right back to the edge of the couch, this left her knees visable on either side of me.  I ask how come she gave men a facial, she said that many men will use the products if properly introduced to them and often get there wifes to use them.

 When Nan switched from the first lotiion to the second I looked around to see what she was doing and as I did so I got a glimps up her dress, it looked like she was not waring any underware.  I couldn't be sure so the next time she reached for more product I looked again, sure enough no panties, her bush was clearly visible, the next time she reached for product I truned my head and placed a long tender wet kiss on the inside of her thigh, Nan froze for a moment then yanked my head back into place and told me I was  naughty boy.  I ask her why she didn't have on any panties, this apperaed to fluster her a little, she blushed but did not answer. 

When she reached for the final product I turned to look up he dress again, I kissed her inner thigh again, holding the kiss much longer, she let out a little sigh, at least I knew she enjoyed it and I wasn't in trouble with her.

When Nan said she was finished I turned and pulled her butt over to the edge of the couch and dove into her pussy with my tongue, Nan began to buck her hips and make all kinds of interesting little noises and I quickly brought her to her first orgasim.  This suffisticated lady had lost her cool and was riding my tongue for all she was worth. 

Nan said she had to go before we got in trouble, I ask her how can two consenting adults get into trouble, she said her dog might smell her wet pussy when she get home and her husband might figure it out.  I got up and said you can shower before you go home.  With that we went to the bed room.

Once in the bed room Nan was naked quicker than anything, all she had to remove was the sack dress and her bra.  Wow!  For a woman over sixty she was built!  I later ask her about her measurements and she told me she was a 34 'D' and I do mean 'D' they didn't settle a bit when she tossed her bra asside they were pale and firm yet delicate, her nipples were not big in diameter but they stood out prominately when she was aroused.  Her waist was a 23 and her hips 32, her pubic mound was trimed in a bikini trim, it was medium brown and very soft.  We lay on the bed talking small talk for a while while I was warming her up slowly, caressing her nice full breasts and tweaking her nipples.  I found out that Nan's hubby was 70 and not able to get it up very often.  She hadn't been laid in about 8 months.

As I began to play with her pussy I noticed that her pussy peddles were the most delicate I had ever seen, when I told her so she said "well thank you".

 Nan was not sure if she was going to let me slip my cock into her pussy, She was worried about her hubby finding out.  I told her the dog would not give her up.  Nan was very ready when she finally let me slide my cock inside her pussy, it felt a delicate as it looked.  Nan was remarkable she put as much effort into our sexual pleasure as I did and maybe more.  I would stop to change positions and before she was ready to change she had to do her own thrusting to get my cock deeper inside her, it was almost like she was trying to match me stroke for stroke.  I decided to just hold still for a few minutes to she what would happen. Boy did she work my cock in and out or her sweet smooth cunt, I had never been fucked like that before, it didn't matter what position we were in she did her thing as much as I did.  Nan's pussy  was very tight even though she was very wet it took several slow short strokes for me to work it in with out hurting her.  She was on fire, I did not know a woman could cum so many times and so close together.  About every 3 or 4 minutes she would let out a squeal (there went another one) or begin convulsing, I could feel her cunt going into spazims each time it seemed to be better than the previous one, was there no limit to the number of climaxes this lady could have? 

Unfortunately after about an hour of sex Nan had to go so she could fix dinner for her hubby, as we showered together Nan ask me to call her again.  I did, and we got together the next afternoon.  Over the next few months as I got better at figuring out her sexual patterns I could get her on a roll and keep her cumming one after another for a couple of hours.  One weekend when her husband was out of town we spent Friday, Staurday and Sunday naked fucking each other everytime we got the erge, Nan still talks about that 3 day sex fest.  More about Nan later.

One incredable woman for a babe her age.

The store room desk

BadTeacher on Taboo Stories

My name is Gareth Samuels and I am a 40-year-old male IT teacher at a co-ed high school in South America. I had been a teacher here now for 5 years and having a bunch of kids around me all day began to effect me sexually. I started to fantasize having sexual relations with them and often had to disappear to the cloakroom to relieve my sexual desire.

This one day I had a young lad staying in after school on detention. Damien had been talking in class and was paying the price by staying in and doing extra work. Little did I know that my afternoon was to become a sordid sexual affair.

Damien sat down in the office chair and began his CBT course on the computer. I watched from my desk and was amazed at how feminine he l

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ooked. A youngster of 13 he may be but he had a beautiful body. He was short but stocky and his eyes were big and round. In all, a nice looking lad.

“Mr. Samuels can you help me here”. He said turning to me briefly. “I don’t understand what this means”.

“No problem, that’s what I am here for” I replied as I walked over and stood behind him. My heart was pounding. I felt attracted to this lad. I know it sounded sick but my body was aroused and I wanted to touch him. I hesitated and then put my hand gently on his shoulder.

“What seems to be the problem Damien?” I asked.

“Where it says ‘Click the Task Bar’.. Where is the Task Bar?” he asked.

“Let me show you” I said as my right hand took his right hand and guided the mouse to the right spot. His skin was soft and warm, his hands were small and my fingers slid momentarily between his.

“There… do you see?” I asked. He turned up at me and smiled and nodded his head.

“Yeah thanks Mr. Samuels” he replied.

I continued to stand behind him, this time resting both my hands on his shoulders, waiting for a reaction. I expected him to either push my hand away or shrug his shoulder to get rid of my hands but it never came. He continued to work on his project and ignore me. I tried going a little further and started to massage his shoulder ever so gently, moving my thumbs back and forth across his neck muscles. I did this for about 5 minutes and he eventually spoke.

“That feels nice”.

That was all he said. I didn’t reply, I just continued massaging him wondering what to say to him.

“You feel tense my boy, let me ease your muscles if that’s okay”. I stammered. Damien didn’t say anything, he just nodded his head, giving me permission to continue. I started to move my hands in bigger circles across his shoulder and down his back. Damien lowered his head a little and I could see the goose bumps appearing across his neck and shoulders. In the reflection of the computer screen I could see his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. He was enjoying what I was doing to him.

I wanted to take this further but didn’t quite know how to proceed. Was he becoming aroused or was it pure innocence and enjoyment of the massage? I had to find out.

“Damien would you like to give you a full upper body massage?” I asked him.

“Sure, but..” he replied.

I was really surprised he came back with that response so quickly. I had to play my words very carefully in order not to scare him.

“Well I don’t have any other periods for today and you and I have an hour and a half to kill, why not let me do it for you now?” I said.

“Now!” he blurted as he turned to face me. I pulled my hands away from his shoulders. What have I done? That was it I had blown my chance.

“But, this is a classroom not a massage parlor, how can you massage me here?” he asked inquisitively. I had to think quick and come up with an answer he would agree to.

I looked around the classroom and saw the spare office desk in the storeroom at the back.

“Hey you could lie on the desk in the storeroom and I could do it there if you like.” I said to him.

Damien got up and walked over to the storeroom. I followed a few paces behind him. He looked at the desk and then turned to face me.

“Okay so what do you want me to do?” he asked me.

I couldn’t believe my luck. This was turning out okay.

“First let me lock the door. If anyone was to walk in here whilst I was massaging you they would get the wrong impression and I would get the sack. Is that okay with you?” I asked him.

“Sure, I understand”. He said with a smile.

“Okay well get those towels over there and lay them on the desk whilst I lock the door.” I told him.

Damien did as I asked and started laying the towels on the desk to form a makeshift mattress. I quickly moved over to the door and locked it. I then switched off the classroom lights to make it look as if no one was here.

I went back into the storeroom where Damien was standing with his arms folded.

“Okay my boy take your shoes and socks off and the your shirt and jump up on the desk and lay down on your stomach okay?”. I said.

Damien smiled and nodded his head. I could see he was actually excited and looking forward to his massage.

“Don’t worry I do this all the time and I know what I am doing okay”. I reassured him.

“Okay” Damien replied.

I watched as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off and then unbuttoned his uniform shirt and slid it off his back. I could smell the scent that drifted off his warm skin, it made my cock start to unravel itself in my boxers. Damien turned his back to the desk and jumped up and sat on the desk. He then swiveled his body long ways and lay on his stomach with his head resting on his hands.

“Like this Mr. Samuels”. He asked.

“Yeah that’s fine Damien” I said as I approached the desk.

I started to massage his upper back and shoulders and watched his facial expressions as my fingers dug into his shoulders. His eyes were closed and he grunted occasionally as I pushed down hard on his muscular back. I was amazed at how well built he was for a 13 year old. He was obviously an active lad.

After about 5 minutes of rubbing and pounding on his back muscles I decided to cross the line a little further. I needed to get him into an aroused state if I was to have any luck seducing him.

“Damien turn over onto your back please”. I instructed him.

Damien responded and rolled over. His eyes opened and he stared up at the ceiling, his arms pulled in by his side.

“Okay what I need to do now will require your school shorts to become undone. Do you mind if I do it or do you want to do it for me?” I asked him.

Damien froze for a second contemplating this request. I panicked slightly in my mind hoping he wouldn’t catch on right now, not now please, no.

“I’ll do it” he said eventually. His face darkened slightly to a reddish glow and a smile appeared on his face. The lad was blushing. He reached down and undid all the buttons on his shorts and then placed his hands by his side again.

“That’s it” I said. My hands were shaking as I started to massage his torso around his hips. Each time I came around to the front I would go a few millimeters lower and lower until my hands were starting to push his shorts down. I could see the elastic of his boxers and my fingers rode over the top of them, massaging him through the cotton.

“Okay now roll over onto your tummy again” I said. Damien obeyed and rolled over, this time facing away from me.

“I think these are getting in the way” I said as I tugged on his shorts.

“Lift your bum up” I said with a laugh. He turned and smiled at me and lifted his butt about 4 inches. I hesitated a second or two and then pulled his shorts down. They rode over the cheeks of his perfectly rounded ass and down his legs. He lifted each knee allowing the shorts to be removed completely.

“That’s better” I said.

I continued to massage his lower back pushing downwards in small circles until I had pushed the elastic of his boxers halfway down over his butt, exposing the skin of his perfectly formed ass cheeks. I was shaking and tried not to show that I was in fear of my actions towards him. Surely this was having the same effect on him as it was on me.

I continued pushing south and then, without warning Damien slid his hand down, grabbed the elastic band of his boxers and tried to pull them all the way up again. I grabbed at his hand and said.

“Its okay Damien, I need to rub the muscles that join your back to your bum or else all the knots I have removed will end up down there” I lied.

Damien slowly relaxed and pulled his hand away allowing me to continue. Without asking, talking or anything, I gently tucked a finger under the elastic band of his boxers and drew them slowly downwards over his cheeks, exposing his bottom completely. I was at the point of no return and continued the trek south. The underwear pulled down so far and then snagged on something underneath him, I guessed at what it was. I pulled once or twice and then spoke out.

“What are they stuck on Damien”. Knowing his penis was stopping his underwear from sliding down.

Damien said nothing but pushed his right hand under his body fiddled for a few seconds and then pulled his hand out again and put it under his head. The boxers came away and I pulled them off his body.

I stood back for a second. Damien was lying naked on his stomach facing away from me. This was it, playtime was over. The line had to be crossed now or not at all.

I continued to massage his lower back moving my fingers in ever increasing circles that ventured over the upper parts of his bum cheeks. I then took a cheek in each hand and started caressing them. Gently squeezing and pushing them and then pulling the cheeks apart. I could see the small brownish red colour of his anus, tightly closed. I began to rub my forefinger down the groove in between his cheeks and over his puckered hole. As my finger touched the sensitive skin around his anus, Damien grunted and froze, pulling his legs together and stiffening his body.

“Damien its okay lad, I’m not going to hurt you, in fact you will really enjoy this I promise. Please just relax and let me continue, trust me I wont hurt you” I said reassuringly.

With that Damien relaxed slightly. I watched as his ass cheeks softened and became suppler. His legs relaxed and his whole body became more at ease. I moved down to his legs and taking one in each hand I moved them slightly apart. His scrotum was now exposed and I could see a tiny portion of his young spear that disappeared beneath him. I could swear he had an erection. I really hoped that he had.

I moved my left hand up in between his legs and slid it right up against his ass cheeks, feeling his young scrotum with my forefinger. At the same time my right hand massaged his ass cheeks. This was working. I could hear a faint squeak every now and then escaping from Damien’s lips. His body was visibly moving up and down slowly as he breathed. I had him. He was finally aroused.

I drew my right hand back and forth with my index finger sliding over the tightly closed entrance of his anus and my left hand continued to lightly squeeze his ball sack. It was time for him to turn over and let me seduce him. I was frightened he may react and refuse to let me continue but I had to give it a go. We were to far gone to stop now. My cock ached to be touched by him and I was close to cumming in my pants.

I pushed Damien’s body twice with no response and then croaked out a command.

“Damien, role over onto your back, there’s a good lad” I squeaked.

Damien shook his head as if to say ‘NO’. I knew why, because he had a steaming erection he didn’t want me to see, but I needed him to get passed this point and then he would be mine to take.

“Damien its okay. Don’t be shy I wont hurt you I promise. I know you will like this, let me be your teacher and show you what we can do together”. I said softly.

Damien hesitated and then rolled over exposing his genitals for the first time. He covered his face with his arms, embarrassed that I was looking at him and I could see his chest rising and falling from his breathing.

I stared at his little circumcised cock. It was about 4 inches long and dead straight. He had an erection all right. I could almost see the blood pumping in his veins. He had little or no hair to speak about.

I gently reached down and took his shaft into my right hand and massaged him ever so carefully. His head moved from one side to the other and he uttered a sound, which was half a grunt and half a moan. His arms still covered his face, as he was too shy to look at me whilst I fondled his most private area of his body.

I slowly pulled the skin of his shaft up and down and watched his young body as it reacted to my movement. His legs fell apart instinctively allowing easier access to his crotch. I had to join him on the table. I quickly replaced my right hand with my left and used my right to unbuckle my pants. Quickly I pushed them to the floor with my boxers and stepped out of them.

Damien heard what I was doing and lifted himself up to see what I was doing. He looked me in the eyes and then his stare shifted to my erect cock that was now bobbing in front of me. He said nothing and lay back down. I undid and pulled my shirt off and was soon as naked as he was.

I moved back and stood next to the desk and took hold of his small shaft again and started wanking him, this time with more vigor. I leant over his torso opened my mouth and took his cock head into my mouth.

Damien hissed at the touch of my hot tongue as it curled around his shaft. I began to bob up and down as I sucked him hard. His legs became like jelly and they drifted apart as each time I took his tool deep into my mouth. I could hear by the rasping in his voice that the lad was very close to cumming. I wanted him to enjoy this, as there was still more to follow.

My right hand had the base of his cock and I thrust it up and down as my mouth was puckered tightly around his shaft sucking hard on each dive. My left hand moved up in between his open legs and found his anus. I rubbed at the opening hard and he eventually relaxed his puckered hole and let my finger gain an entrance. I pushed a little harder each time and eventually had my forefinger buried inside him as far as the first knuckle. I began to finger fuck him slowly at the same time that I sucked on his swollen cock. It wasn’t long before he blew.

Damien began to writhe, lifting his hips upwards in small thrusts as he began to involuntarily fuck my face. He moaned and grunted aloud and threw his head back as the first blasts of semen left his body. I felt the hot fluid hit the back of my throat as once, twice, three times as he jerked trying to impale his cock as deep as it would go into my throat. The feeling that was searing through him was immense, as no one had ever done this to him before.
“aahhhg, ahhhhh, gosh oh gosshhhh” he cried out in ecstasy.

I swallowed his seed as he came. After a few seconds I lifted my head away and watched as the last few blobs of sperm oozed out of his pisshole. I continued to wank him slowly and he lay their panting heavily resigned to my oral lovemaking.

I was as horny as ever and climbed up onto the desk next to him. I lay down beside him and turned him over onto his side so that he was facing away from me. Damien was limp and didn’t object. I took my cock and placed it between his legs and pushed. At first there was a little resistance but my cock found some fluid that had oozed down from his cock and immediately I had a slippery groove to poke my cock in and out of. I could feel I was moments away from cumming and wanted to be inside the boy.

I pushed him over hard with my left hand and he rolled again, this time onto his stomach. My right hand reached down and hurriedly pulled his legs apart. I raised my self up and came down on top of him pushing the head of my swollen penis against his ass cheeks searching for his brown crack. I heard him say something, I didn’t know if it was a moan or a cry of ‘noooo’ but it was far to late.

I rubbed my cock head up and down his crack until I felt there was enough lubrication to penetrate him.

“Hang on Damien, this may hurt a little but the pain will subside”. I said as I pushed as hard as I could. My cock broke the surface and began its painful trip down into the recess of Damien’s anus. I heard him cry out.

“Nooo, p please.. it hurts, make it stop, please”. He sobbed.

“Its okay Damien, just a few more seconds and it will be okay”. I said as I began to thrust in and out of the boy, each push sending me deeper into his anus.

His cries were lost in the screaming of blood rushing through the veins in my ears. My body convulsed as I began to climax. I pulled his limp torso upwards so that his was on his knees and his head was on the desk, his ass was in the air and I gripped him around the hips. I drove forward hard and with each thrust I managed to bury my whole shaft into his aching butt hole. At first I noticed how tight and constricted the entrance of his anus was but it soon became stretched and I slid in and out of him with ease.

I began to see stars before my eyes and felt myself drift into ecstasy as my balls slapped against his butt cheeks. Then they exploded.

“ahhhgg, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.. aggghh yesss, I dear God”. I cried.

I shook all over as the first burst of hot sperm ejected from my cock into Damien’s anus. He cried out as he felt his chasm fill with my hot seed. As I slowed I could see a trickle of brownish slippery cum sliding down in between his cheeks and dripping onto the desk. We were well and truly decimated.

I slowly pulled my glistening cock out of Damien’s anus. It’s powers spent, my manhood was fading fast and began to droop. I quickly climbed off the desk and turned to face Damien. He was limp, unmoving. I could hear him sobbing quietly. I reached down and dressed myself quickly and then turned my attention back to Damien.

“Hey sport, are you okay?” I coaxed him.

I put my hand on his shoulder and helped him up into a sitting position. His head was drooped and I lifted it up so that his face was level with mine. His eyes were puffy and tears were flowing down his cheek. I went forward and pulled him against me.

“There now, it’s okay… it’s okay.. it’s all over now. Don’t worry Damien. This will be our little secret okay?” I said softy.

Damien nodded slowly as he wiped his eyes and sniffed. He slid off the desk and bent over to retrieve his underwear and shorts. I could see his gaping hole which had been violated by me and the glistening stream of cum that was still stuck to him.

“Damien come here a sec, we had better get you cleaned up before you get dressed or you will have cum stains all over your clothes” I said.

Damien tried to look behind him but was unable to see the mess in between his ass cheeks. I grabbed a towel and told him to bend over. He put one hand on the desk to balance himself and bent over 90 degrees.

I carefully wiped in between his legs and moved up to where his penis was hanging. I drew the towel along the crack of his ass a couple of times and managed to get the entire residue off his skin.

“There, that’s better, now you can get dressed” I reassured him.

Damien pulled on his boxers and shorts and tucked in his shirt, all the while staring at the ground. He refused to have eye contact with me and said nothing of the ordeal. I began to wonder if our secret was safe.

I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, making sure that no one was loitering out side the classroom. Damien stood next to me waiting to be let out of the classroom.

“Okay see you in class tomorrow. I’ll give you an A+ for your test okay” I said to him.

Damien looked up and smiled slightly and then walked off swinging his satchel over his shoulder. He walked a few yards off and then stopped and turned to me.

“If I let you do this again to me, will you promise to give me good grades Mr. Samuels?” he asked inquisitively. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Fore sure lad. You have a deal” I said smiling at him.

“Cool” he shouted.

Damien’s smile broadened and he turned and ran off towards the school gates.

I went back into my classroom and began to conjure up plans for our next encounter. This was going to be an interesting term. My cock quivered at the thought.

sugaray on Taboo Stories

Aunt Lois is pondering what it would feel like to have a man's cock inside her- but she knows that this is an area that she should not get involved.  She realizes that this is the devils work- but the lust of never having had sex before is driving her crazy. Plus the thought of having the sensation of a man's member must be an incredible feeling- or so others have told her. 

 

 But how would she go about this.?  If she got caught trying to seduce one of the young boys, she could go to jail.  She would have to be careful and only get with someone that would not tell.  "God!! She thought.  What am I doing???  I can't do this- this is insane.  As her mind begins to tell her to stop thin

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king about this crazy idea, she dozes

 off.

 

 

The next morning, James wakes from his sleep with a huge erection and horny as a 15 year old could feel.  And the first thing on his mind was Lois.  How could he come up with a plan to fuck her.  James was going crazy with lust- not knowing that Lois was having the same thoughts.  This morning all the kids were to go on a hiking trip through the local forest and everyone was ready to go except James.  He told Lois that he had an upset stomach and he was afraid that he would get half way through the hike and then start throwing up all over the place.  Lois said OK, but someone had to stay with him.  James snickered at this idea.  He said that he was 15 and he could take care of himself.  Lois said that at least someone wold have to stop and check on him from time to time.  James thought this was so stupid but went along with this just to keep the peace.

 

About 30 minutes into the 4 hour hike, Lois said that she needed to go and check on James- that she would be back soon.  When Lois arrived back to the cabins, she saw that James was in his cabin, laying on his bed.  From a distance , she could tell he was doing something, but she couldn't tell exactly what.  As she got to James cabin door, her eyes lit up in amazement.  He had his cock pulled out and he was stroking it like there was no tomorrow.  HOLY COW!!!  his dick must be 10 inches long- at least.  James turned toward the door and caught her looking as she began to lick her lips.

 

James just grinned because he had her just where he wanted her.  When he caught her staring at his monstrous cock and she began licking her lips, he knew he had her.  "Come on in Aunt Lois and get yourself a better viewpoint.  She said that she had better not- that this was not right.

"Just for a second, he said.  I won't bite you"  

She felt like some force was pulling her toward James and his huge cock.  She marveled at the beauty of this round , thick and wet cock. She knew that she was in over her head; and would do anything to have that monster in her pussy.  Lois strides over to James, where he still has his cock out and he orders her to put it in her mouth.  Lois then, like a robot bends down, grasps his cock and slowly begins to suck .  He can hear the sound of her pleasing him as Lois puts her mouth into high gear.  Faster and faster she bobs her head milking James of any cum that might be left.  At the same time, James shoots all he has into her throat- almost gagging her.  Being a young teenager, James recovers quickly- he is ready for some more action.

 

James rips off Lois's clothes and as she stands there in front of him- he almost shoots his wad.  James scours her body and sees her monster tits-they look just as he thought they would- and her wet cunt; dripping with his cum.

 

James grabbed Lois and pulled her onto the bed. He was so damn horny that he had to have this  cunt.  He was going to bang the fuck out of her.  He then pulls her soaked cunt directly onto his big member.As he lunges into her from beneath- he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her entire body down upon his throbbing cock. Lois shouts to the top of her voice.  "OOOOHHHH  FFFUUCCK.  FUCK ME- you son of a bitch, I want you to give me every bit of that big dick. With sweat rolling in rivers down their bodies, the sound of wetness is prominent.  They then roll over with James on top. he is fucking the shit out of Lois- in fact, you cam hear the sound of his big sack of balls slamming against her fat ass.  James then tells her to get on all fours as he slams his cock all the way to her cervix.  She screams as if she is dying-  "YOU FUCKER YOU_ IT hurts like hell- but I love it."  I LOVE IT_ OH YEAH FUCK ME FUCK ME" I have never felt like this- NEVER!!!! OH GOD-PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING MY SORE PUSSY.

 

A s they continue to fuck like dogs, James hears the door slam!!!

 

 

 

Big dicks can be a problem

phang on Taboo Stories

I first became aware I was different when I was in the Boy Scouts.  We were at camp showering when a scoutmaster looked in on us and did a double take on me and said, "Kid, you are going to please a lot of girls."  

In high school gym, the guys admired my tool and nicknamed me "Meat".  Some of the teachers heard the nickname and thought it was just a play on my initials that are M.E.T.  Several of the girls in high school heard about the size of my dick and wanted to see for themselves.  After heavy petting and we were getting ready, when they saw the size of my dick, they would not let me fuck them.  One girl said, "That damn thing would go up into my chest."  The sometimes gave me a hand job, and once a girl tried to give me h
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ead, but she could only get a few inches in her mouth.  When I was a junior, I went to the area of the city where prostitutes ply their trade and hired one of these ladies of the evening.  I told her I wanted straight sex and we agreed on the price.  We went to her room around the corner and she stripped without any foreplay and said, "Well come on, boy, get your clothes off and let's get going."  I was surprised at the abruptness of this, but I was determined to finally fuck a woman.  When I dropped my shorts and she saw the size of my member, she sat up and said, "Wait a minute, big boy.  I don't think I can take that monster."  I'll give you a blow job or a hand job, but you are not about to stick that pole into me."  I left still a virgin.

I was also having a little trouble with some of the classes at school and barely passed to the 12th grade.  All summer I worked at various jobs and trying to get laid.  Another trip to a prostitute brought the same results.  When September came, I started school as a senior and still a virgin.  And my dick had grown some more.  I had finally developed a good study habit and my grades had improved, although I was still having some trouble with algebra.  My teacher was an Indian lady named Mrs. Gupta.  About halfway through the first semester, she asked me to stay after class.  It was my last class of the day, so it was no problem.  Mrs. Gupta asked me what the problem was with her class.  I told her I just did not understand the formulas and couldn't see why I should even care about adding x and y or simultaneous equations and such.  She asked me what I did on the weekends.  I told her I did odd jobs for people and she asked me if I could come to her house and mow her lawn and help her move some furniture in the house.  Afterward, she would show me some practical application to algebra and maybe it would help me.  I arrived at her house about 10:30 and she showed me where the lawn equipment was.  It was a large home with about 1/2 acre of back yard.  I set about mowing and trimming the grass and it was about 1:00 when I finished.  It had gotten hot and I was sweating a lot.  When I went to the door to tell her I was finished, she looked at me and asked if I would like to cool off in the pool and then join her for lunch.  I told her I didn't have any trunks, but she said some of her husband's swimsuits should fit me.  I was a little concerned about her husband coming home and finding me in his house with his wife so I asked her when he would be home.  She explained her husband died about a week after they arrived here from India.  They were both from families that were well off, but she had been trained as a mathematician and decided she wanted to teach., so here she is.  She got the trunks, and they were much too large for me, but I tied the string and went to the pool.  She was swimming laps, so I jumped in and started to swim, also.  After a few laps I stopped and was standing in the shallow end when she stopped next to me and stood up.  She had on a string bikini and breasts that were about a 32C.  A small waist and absolutely beautiful long black hair that trailed down her back to her nicely rounded hips.  Her skin was very light and flawless.  I started getting a boner standing there looking at her.  I must have had a strange expression on my face because she looked into my eyes and asked if there was anything wrong.  

"No," I stammered, "Everything is all right."

She asked me if I ever used the diving board.  I told her I could do some dives, but I certainly wasn't Olympic material.  She laughed and said she wasn't either, but she enjoyed diving.  With that, she turned and climbed out of the pool.  Her bikini was also a thong and her beautiful ass was definitely Olympic material.  She climbed up on the board and did a very high, perfect swan dive.  When she came up in the shallow end and stood, her top had pulled down.  She laughed and pulled it up.  "Come on, now Mike,"  she said, "Let's see what you have."  I wasn't sure what she meant, but I assumed she meant in diving.  I climbed up on the board and performed a decent jackknife.  I swam underwater to where she was standing and came to the surface and stood up.  Suddenly she yanked down my trunks.  "I meant for you to show me what you had."  Her top was gone and her breasts were inviting.  Her areolas were dark and her nipples were like grapes standing out in full excitement.  As I stood there in surprise, she let out a gasp and took hold of my dick.  It jumped in surprised, but she did not let go.  

"Come on," she said as she let me to the steps out of the pool.  She led me to the family room and then to the couch, never letting go of my dick - just pulling me along like a child's pull toy.  She told me she had heard talk about me, but thought it was just talk, but she heard the talk by the girls and boys, both, so she wanted to see for herself.  She pushed me down on the couch and stepped out of her bikini bottoms.  Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small straight line directly up from her slit towards her navel.  Her skin was perfect.  She walked over to me and pulled my head into her breasts.  Needing no further prompting, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started licking and sucking.  I took the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger and started rolling it back and forth while pulling it outward.  She moaned very loudly and reached down for my dick again.  We continued this activity for a few minutes, and she pushed me back and told me to lie down.  She dropped to her knees next to me and started to caress my dick and lick the shaft.

"Just how big is this thing?"
"About 14 inches along the top and a little over 3 inches across."
"How many girls have you pleasured with this thing?"
"None."
"None?  You are still a virgin?"
"Yes, ma'am.  The girls would not let me put it in them.  They said it was too big."
"Well, mister, when you leave here, you will not be a virgin anymore."  With that she took me into her mouth.  She got about half of it in her mouth and then repositioned herself and got yet more into her mouth and down her throat.  As she was leaning over, I could see her pussy lips from behind, so I reached between her legs and started to caress her.  She suddenly took my entire dick down her throat.  I heard her gag a little, but she had it all in.  She pulled up and started going back down again just as I found her clit.  It stood out more than I knew they could and I squeezed it between my thumb and finger.  She stiffened and started having an orgasm.  When she moaned with my dick in her mouth and she tightened down on it, I shot my load down her throat.  That was when she had an intensive orgasm causing her to shake and collapse to the floor.  I asked her if she was okay.  She assured me she was fine, but it had been three years since she had experienced an orgasm from a man and she was overcome with pleasure.  I started to get up and she told me to stay put.  She said she had just started with me.  She asked me if I knew how to pleasure a woman.  I told her I had read a few things and watched a few porn movies, but that was all.  
"Well, Advanced Sex Ed is now in session," she said.  She told me about a woman's erogenous zones while showing me and demonstrating how to excite them.  We experimented with various positions of foreplay.  Finally she told me it was time to loose my virginity.  First, I lay on the carpet and she straddled me and took hold of my dick rubbing it back and forth between her pussy lips lubricating both herself and my dick.  She then guided it into place and slowly lowered herself down onto my dick.  Never had I felt anything so good!  She pulled up a little and then lowered herself some more.  Each time she did this she got a little more into her.  She finally stopped with about 3 inches sticking out.  She leaned forward grinding her pubic bone against me and began moving up and down on my dick with increasing speed.  I reached up and took her tits in my hands and started massaging them.  It began to feel like a volcano was building up inside my guts and I let go of her tits and grabbed her by the ass, pulling her down onto me.  She grunted a little sound and I felt my balls hit her ass.  With that, she started to fuck me as fast as she could.  I joined her thrusting my ass up to meet her. I yelled, "I'm going to cum!"  That was all it took for her to climax, also.  After we lay intertwined for a few minutes, she rolled off me and snuggled up to my side.  

"That was marvelous, Mike."
"It was for me, too, Mrs. Gupta."

She told me to stay put and left.  When she returned, she had some washcloths and a bowl of warm water.  She started to clean me and told me to clean her, also.  I took a washcloth and put it into the warm water.  When I rung it almost dry, I smelled a fragrance that smelled like Jasmine.  She had scented the water.  I started washing her taking care to get all the sweat and juices that had run down the crack of her ass.  I washed her pussy carefully and completely then moved the rag down towards her ass.  When I got to her asshole, she pushed back against the cloth.  I wasn't sure I was ready for this, but she told me to go ahead and put my finger in.  As I slowly pushed my middle finger into her asshole, she did the same to me.  What a surprise that was, but she took my dick into her mouth again, so I allowed her to continue while I finger-fucked her ass.  She started massaging my prostate gland while sucking and licking my dick and to my surprise; I felt an orgasm building again.  I pushed my thumb into her pussy and squeezed my thumb and finger together putting pressure against both the wall of her pussy and the wall of her ass.  She shuddered with another orgasm and that brought me to my climax.  We finished cleaning each other and got up.  She led me to the shower and we showered together, washing each other and playing around.  Although I started getting another erection, it hurt, so we stopped and got out of the shower.  She put on a short robe and I got dressed.  She went downstairs and fixed us a tuna salad sandwich and some chips and a soft drink.  When I came into the kitchen, she turned around and bent over to pick up a napkin off the floor showing off her magnificent behind with the swollen pussy lips protruding between her legs.  After we finished lunch, she told me about the uses of mathematics and explained adding, subtracting, and multiplying unknowns and after school how many different occupations used math in their daily lives.  It slowly became clear and she told me she knew the moment because it looked like a light bulb had come on in my eyes.  
She gave me $40 and I told her I could not take it.  

"Mike, what would your parents say if you worked here all day and went home with nothing but a satisfied look on your face?  You understand that if anyone hears about what we did here today, I will loose my job and maybe go to jail.  What we did was illegal.  You needed it, and I certainly needed it, but it will never happen again.  Do you understand?"
"Mrs. Gupta, what we did here today will stay with me the rest of my life.  You were wonderful, but you are my teacher and several years older than me.  Thank you for everything, and especially the help with the math, but I will never tell a soul and I will always refer to you as Mrs. Gupta."

My grades did improve to a B average and I understood math.  Neither she nor I ever mentioned what happened at her house.  There was no change in the way we acted at school, but when I graduated, I received an unsigned card that said simply, "Remember with happiness."  In the card were two $20 bills.  I knew who the card was from.

More to come in the story titled:  Shorter but better.
 


 

My first 3-Some - I was just 16

elainepwl on Taboo Stories

There I was, laying on my back, naked as the day I was born, on a lumpy mattress in a grade B motel just over the causeway from Wild wood, New Jersey.  I was 16 years old then, and into my third year of sexual exploration. I had gotten to this place with my boss at the gift shop. We had had some pretty sweet, but furtive sex a couple of times in the shop storage closet.
 
But, he wanted, and I wanted, a more thorough experience, so he suggested that I meet him one evening and we would go to a motel. He said he would tell his wife he was playing poker with his best friend, Bill, and some other guys.  Little did I know it, but Bill, Joe and I were going to play in a sexual three-some.

When we first walked in
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to the motel room was when I first saw Bill. He was sitting on the bed in his boxers and a blue and red striped work-shirt with patches above the pockets, one with the name of the garage where he worked as the parts manager, and the other sporting the name "Bill." When he stood up, he must have been six feet three inches tall, which is damn big compared to my five feet six.  Joe quickly wrapped his arms around my middle and whispered in my ear, "This is my friend. We can have a great time with him, but if you are afraid, I'll understand..."
 
Afraid my ass, was what crossed my mind. I guess I am a contrary sort of gal. If I haven't told you already, I do have a contrary streak, the evidence of which is that I went to the motel room with Joe in the first place, trusting him based on absolutely zero evidence.

Joe made the introductions, all the while holding me against him. I could feel his cock growing where his body pressed against my back, and his hands cupped and massaged my tender breasts.  As we stood there, Joe began kissing my neck and behind my ears. If I had had any fears, they just melted away and my nipples grew even more sensitive and rigidly erect!

Joe sort of pushed me across the dingy carpet toward the bed. Joe said, "My, my, what a pretty little thing." He reached out and cupped my chin. "Baby," he continued, "You are going to love this.

With that, Joe began to tug on my blouse, pulling it over my head. I was wearing a simple white bra that stood out from my summer-tan skin.  I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor.  I reached down and tugging my panties over my hips, stepped out of them, too. There I was, my cunt, which was covered by a thin thatch of reddish-brown pubic hair, a pair of flip-flops and my bra.  Joe unhooked it, and I, pushing my arms together, let if drop down my arms, then to the floor.

All the while, Bill was watching with a half-smile on his face. "Yes, yes. She is all you said she would be...."  He reached out one large hand and pinched a nipple, sending a thrill through my girlish body and causing my internal juices to begin to lubricate my pussy.

Bill shrugged out of his shirt and quickly pulled his boxers down below his knees. His cock, only semi-hard was very, very large, and only partially covered the largest set of balls I had ever seen. Joe also stripped, and, taking my hand, led me the rest of the way to the bed.  We lay down, and Joe pulled the pillows from under the bedspread, and I lay down, opening my legs for Bill.
 
So, there I lay, with my hands holding my thin, coltish legs up and open behind my knees, framing, from my point of view, the imposing body of Joe's friend Bill. Naked, his large belly, covered in a spreading riot of reddish hair that began around his sex, and exploded over his ample belly and chest. His organ was easily the largest I had ever seen. He was uncircumcised, which was also new to me. But his cock was very nearly the same diameter as a coke can (well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but not much of one), and was covered with large, snaking veins, and despite its size, it couldn't hide his large dangling testicles nestled in their red-haired scrotum.  He gripped his cock tightly by the root; the head was large, purplish in color and very shiny from the titanic pressures within, the foreskin pulled back into a flesh ring that encircled his fat penis behind the mushroom-shaped crown.
 
Joe was lying on the bed next to me, also naked.  His cock, also erect, wasn't nearly a fat as his friend's, but it was pretty nice too, and I had had some wonderful experience with it both in my mouth and my hungry, hungry pussy. He was gently massaging my small breasts as Bill adjusted his position before angling his cock head down toward my young, tight, but willing cunt.  Joe reached down and, with two fingers, spread my pussy lips as Bill rubbed the large, forbidding knob up and down my slit, just covering the tip with my sexual juices. Each time the spongy head of his penis stroked across my clit an electric jolt ran up my insides causing a spasm of my neck muscles. It felt SO good!

He stared at my sex, open to his view, and, stroking his penis, crawled onto the foot of the best, his bulk eclipsing the overhead lamp.  Joe, laying beside me, began to suck on one tit, nibbling on my nipple as Bill reached forward and, using the fingers of one hand, spread my cunt lips.  He ran one fat finger up and down my slit, touching lightly my clit, and then, pushing it deep within me. I shut my eyes in pleasure as he began to finger-fuck me.

I felt the bed move and the old springs squeak, as Bill adjusted his position once more.
 
Then, Bill began to push his cock into me. I shut my eyes as the wonderful spreading feelings spread out from my vulva.  Bill pushed a bit, and then pulled back, grunting.  Adjusting himself, by leaning forward, moving his hands to rest on the bed on either side of me, he said, "God, she's tight," grunting as he tried to force his penis into me.  I placed my hands on either side of his hips, trying to pull him into me. Even though he was a stranger and sort of scary, I really, really wanted that cock in me. It is hard to explain, but while it is sort of frightening to see such a large organ, it is thrilling, too.
 
I felt his rod push into me, the fat head splitting my lips apart.  It is hard to describe exactly how it felt, but it was b-i-g.  Suddenly, it slipped out and his hips fell forward with his cock between our bellies.  "Damn!" he said. I sighed, sadly.
 
Taking his cock in hand, he tried again, and again it slipped out before he could penetrate my gushing cunt.  I pushed hungrily with my hips as he tried again, and again he slipped out, this time his massive member slide down over my little anus and between my ass cheeks.  "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned in frustration.
 
Bill rose up, kneeling between my legs.  He said, "Look, Joe, You gotta put me in while I lean forward and push...."  I've had several three-somes since that night, and the men always seemed phobic about touching each other (even though they love to see the gals make out).  But, Joe reached forward, and without a qualm took Bill's organ into his left hand, and pumped in a couple of times as Bill smiled.
 
Then Bill leaned over me, resting his large frame on his hands on either side of my head. I peered down between my little breasts, over my slim stomach and watched as Joe pushed the head of Bill's cock into my opening.  It still didn't fit in very easily, so Joe said, "Wait a sec," and moved around behind Bill. Joe reached between Bill's large thighs and sort of cupped the pulsing organ in his hand, guiding it toward me again. Bill's heavy balls rested on his wrist and rolled some as Bill leaned forward again.
 
This time Bill's fat cock began sliding into me. First the massive head slipped into me.  Joe pulled Bill's cock back a bit and, together, they pushed again. And.., it slid into me, filling me like no other cock had before.  Joe removed his hand as Bills cock slid deep, deep, deeper into my oh-so-willing pussy.
 
I felt Bill's heavy belly resting on me as his cock bottomed out in me. I felt his giant, cum-heavy balls rolling against my asshole as he seated his penis in me, sliding his hips around in small circles.  When he was as deep as he could go, I flexed my muscles, clinching his dick, trying to draw him in deeper.  He said, "Damn, girl! That is wild; Joe, she's squeezing my cock with her cunt!"

Then I felt a moment of claustrophobic fear as Bill's giant body weighed heavily on me. The fear, a kind of choking, was quickly replaced with a sort of wonder as Bill pulled his hips back, withdrawing his mighty organ up, up, out and out, slippery with my nectar, the massive head rubbing against my vagina walls; then, with a quick shove, he seated his pulsing cock back into me. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he began to pump.

His cock slide in and out, in and out, his belly rubbing against mine, the root of his cock mashing my clit with each down stroke, his cock feeling like it was pulling me inside out each time we withdrew, bang!  Again and again he pumped me. I could feel his balls begin to slap against my anus I answered him thrust for thrust. I could hear our bodies slapping together wetly as he fucked me.  He leaned more onto me, his head and rough beard against my shoulder and neck, his thickly matted chest mashing my little tits as his snake slithered in and out of me, again and again, his ball sack flapping against me with each grunting thrust; my cunt slamming up to meet him push for push.

I could feel my juices sliding over my anus as he ground his tool into me; my legs were pistoning back and forth and my hands gripped his ass as we humped and humped, grunting, the bed shaking as we fucked and fucked and fucked.

I could feel droplets of his sweat on me. At one point I opened my eyes, which had be closed tightly in ecstasy, and watched, over his broad back, his ass moving and clenching over and over and over again as he pulled out and shoved in, out and in, in and out, his belly smacking wetly, wetly against my tiny body.

Finally, he shoved himself up on his hands, and then reared back on his knees, his thick rod all that linked our bodies. "Look at this, Joe," he said, breathing heavily.  I whimpered and tried to hump his cock in frustration. I had been so close to cumming.

Smiling, Bill said, "Rub her clit for her while I catch my breath."

Joe reached over and gently began to rub my clit, as engorged as she had ever been and poking out of her hood, with two fingers. He rubbed me in a circle, applying a light pressure.  Ahhhhhhh, I thought as he rubbed.  I rose up on my elbows and watched with growing pleasure, while my hands cupped my aching breasts and my fingers pinched and tugged on my blood-thickened nipples.

I could see Bill's red cock pulsing between us as Joe rubbed my clit.  I could see Joe's fingers touching Bill's penis every now and then, rubbing along the slick cunt-juice-covered organ.  I could see that Bill's public hair was wet and matted from our fucking, as was mine.  I watched Bill watch Joe as he touched us both.  After a bit, Joe alternated massaging my clit and ringing Bill's cock and masturbating him. Two or three rubs for me; then two or three pumps for Joe. It was wild.

Bill smiled approvingly. "Now, Joey, that feels good. That feels fine..."

I moved my pelvis up and down, my pussy meeting Joe's fist as it slid down Bills long, red, wet penis, and pushed against my clit sending electric jolts through my tummy and snapping out of my tender, swollen, and thrilled nipples. This was the best; by far the best sex I had ever had. It was a physical and visual turn-on unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I hoped it would never end; but end it had to.

I felt my feet and hands go numb as my orgasm approached, running up my legs and arms, paralyzing me. I lost feeling in my face, and my lips felt giant and puffy as the rictus hit. I heard, as from a distance, a low moan rising to a scream as it hit. I spasmed again and again with the fat head of Bill's cock still in me, his shaft being stroked by Joe and my clit mashed again and again.

It was the orgasm of a lifetime.

I then had a sort of out-of-body experience. I felt a bit remote from the goings on as Bill leaned back over me and began to slide his fat cock all the way back into my vagina.  I could feel it filling me, but it was as if I was anesthetized. He began to pump in and out of me again. I felt my legs begin to flail back and forth as he moved in and out me. My hips began to cooperate and my sex rose and fell beneath him as he fucked me. My hands gripped his shoulders as he pumped and pumped, this large, fat cock alternately filling me, then vacating, then filling, the large bulbous head massaging my vagina walls creating such wonderful, wonderful feelings.

Soon the tempo of his thrusts increased until he grunted a final time or two, plunging his cock deep, deep, deepest into me and, as feeling returned to me, flooded my cunt with his hot sperm.  There is no other way to describe it other than a flood. I could feel his hot cock pulse with each jet of sperm as it splashed inside me, and the already liquid feeling within me somehow increases.  He moved over me, his cock slipping around in the now super-lubricant.

"Goddamn, honey, you are one hot little fuck!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily. I peered at him through sleepy eyes, and smiled.

"You are one hot cock," I replied feeling sated.

Abruptly, he pulled his slimy cock from my swollen pussy with a single slippery pull accompanied by a small "pop" sound.  He continued to kneel between my open thighs, his cock, red and shiny with our combined cum, standing out from the damp nest of red pubic hair. His belly, large and round shook slightly as he moved away, shaking the bed as his weight shifted.

"Joe, eat her out," he ordered.

"With pleasure," Joe answered, moving around me and laying between my open thighs.  He wrapped his arms around my legs, fingers spreading my vaginal folds, opening me to his gaze.  He looked at my cunt, then up at Bill and said,"Look at all this cum, Bill, it's just ooozing out'a her cunt."

I saw Bill, naked, his cock drooping over his massive balls, all shiny with our cum, his hands on his hips, watching, smiling. "Lick it up," he ordered.

I felt Joe's warm breath on my sensitive folds, and then felt his tongue slip into my opening. I lay back and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my sex, his tounge slipping in and over my fresh-fucked sex.  My one hand drifted down to clutch at his hair and he probed my vagina with his tongue, licking up Bill's and my combined juices.  My other hand continued to massage my breasts and to pinch my nipples.

I felt very languid, sort of floating.  But, soon, Joe's lips and tongue found my oh-so-sensitive clit, and he began to suck gently on it.  I felt the fires building again within me as he flicked his tongue over my hot button, and occassionally nippled with his lips and sucked me into his being.

Without warning, I orgasmed again. Not as powerfully as with Bill, but very a very nice detonation of pleasure the spread numbing feelings outward from my pussy. I clinched Joe's head between my thighs as my body convulsed, gripping him tightly to my sex for a spell.

Then, the I suddenly relaxed.  Joe rose up between my now wide open legs and fingered my cunt briefly. "God, she is soooo slippery," he said, mounting me, his cock sliding deeply within me without effort.  I felt his balls touching me, and the root of his cock ground against my pelvis, trapping my exhausted clit between us. I rested my hands against his chest, feeling the muscles flexing as he fucked me. I looked at him through slitted eyes, and saw his mouth and chin all shiny in the lamplight, covered in my cum and Bill's sperm. He looked sooooo happy.

Quickly, Joe began to pump in and out of me. I sort of lay there in a sexual trance as he fucked me. I could vaguely hear the wet smacking sounds our bodies made as he slammed his cock deep into me. After a bit, my hips began to rise and fall in counterpoint to his plunging cock. My hands then gripped his ass cheeks, and I could feel them opening and closing with each out and in motion. He rested his body on mine, mashing my tits against my ribcage, and placing his chin on my shoulder.

Together we rocked in the ageless rhythm until, at long last, he came, his sperm ejecting from his cockhead into my warm depths. I could feel penis flex just before his hot seed splattered against my cervix. I felt.., very nice.

There is much more to say about that evening, other than Bill saying that "...we'd better call it a night, after all she's only 16." I was pretty sore and felt sort of wrung out, so I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. Then he said, "If we fuck her any more she's liable to tell the cops."  So, regardless of his motive, I was glad for the respite.

Joe stayed with me and we showered together in the dingy bathroom, drying off with the cheap-too-small towels the motel had.  I had to fold up some of the cheap toilet paper and place it in the crotch of my panties, as I was still leaking sperm when I dressed. It wasn't even 9 o'clock when I had Joe drop me off down by the boardwalk, where I joined with some of friends on my own age, hoping that the red chaffing on my neck would go down before I went home.

As it turned out, by the next morning you'd never have thought that I had had my first three-some, and that I had been thoroughly screwed by the fattest and so far only uncircumcised cock I had ever seen.  When I went to work the next morning, Joe had a hard time looking at me, but I solved his nervousness with a quick trip to the store room.

Yum. Yum.

Three's company(Part 1)

Ryne13 on Taboo Stories

This story is fiction. If enough people ask for a second part, I will do so. My email is ryne_91@hotmail.com

Three friends: John, Caleb, and Christin all go camping at a cabin in the middle of a privately owned forest. They have all just graduated from high school and felt that they needed a two week vacation.

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"Wow that was a long ride." John said as he stepped out of Caleb's extended cab pick up truck. "It was not that bad..." Christin argued softly. She secretly loved that she had gotten to ride between John and Caleb in the front seat.

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She secretly lusted after their bodies. Caleb was fit and rather skinny with a little muscle. John on the other hand was quite a bit more muscular, but he was still quite skinny. She noticed that when she acted like she was asleep, they would both readjust their packages through their pants. She suddenly felt very turned on every time they did that. She scooted out of the seat through John's door and glanced at Caleb. He opened his own door and started unloading the back as he said "Thanks Christin." Christin went into the cabin as John and Caleb unloaded the truck. Christin came back out and spoke, "Bad news boys, there is only one bedroom." It took a lot for her not to have a smirk on her face as she said it. Little did she know, the boys were more excited than she was. They were admiring her sexy body. She was five and a half feet tall, had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had very large breasts, which were hard not to stare at through her tight black tank top. She had black jeans on and a pair of black shoes on. Caleb had a pair of black shoes, jeans, and a black short sleeve shirt on. John had a pair of black boots, blue jeans, and a white t-shirt on. The jeans kept their cocks down. "You can have the bedroom then." Caleb told her and then headed inside. John and Christin followed him in with all the stuff. "I will take the floor, John can take the couch." Caleb added and put everything up. John nodded in agreement and put everything up. Christin smiled and headed towards the bedroom with her bag. "I am going to go to bed. It is late, I figure it is probaly mid night anyways. Good night." Christin said with a smile and shut her door.

"Damn she is so fucking hot." John said. "Very true. She makes me want to go in her room tonight." Caleb agreed. "Don't take my idea" John said with a laugh. They both slipped their jeans off and went to change into some pajama pants. As they took their jeans off, John's cock popped out of his boxers. Caleb got wide eyes and grew even harder. "Getting excited are we?" John asked as he looked at the tent in Caleb's boxers. "Look whose talking." Caleb said with a grin. Caleb turned around and finished getting dressed. John did the same and laid down. He heard Caleb doze off about an hour later and crept up to Christen's door. He pushed it open slowly and saw that she was asleep. He eased the door shut and crept to the chair next to her bed. he noticed that she slept on top of the covers and was only wearing a thong and a bra. Both were black. She slept on her side, but she was facing him. He gazed down at her large breasts. They were 38 D's. He quickly went to her bag and pulled out a pair of her panties that were identical to the ones she was wearing and pulled his cock out. He was about six inches long and four inches around. He wrapped his cock in her thong and started jacking off with it while staring at her breasts. After about five minutes he came and noislessly, but her thong back up. As he walked out of the door with his cock back in his pants, Christin's eyes were open staring at him. She smiled big time.

As john walked into the front room, he noticed that Caleb was just laying down with a large erection. It pitched a tent in his pants, so john crawled over their. He pulled Caleb's pants down slowly and then his boxers. Caleb did not stir. John lowered his head down to Caleb's lower head. Caleb's dick was about seven and a half inches long and six inches around. John flicked his tongue against the head of Caleb's cock, which woke him up. Caleb just smiled. John quickly just started to go up and down the shaft with his mouth and tongue while he massaged Caleb's balls. Caleb moaned lightly and came three times before John lifted up. He swallowed it all and helped Caleb get dressed again. After they were dressed, they went to sleep.

When they woke up John went to the creek to get washed up. Christin said she wanted to do some hiking alone, so Caleb was left by himself. He ended up heading over to the creek to "check up" on John. As he came close, he saw Christin, sitting watching John. She had a cucumber in her hand and was rubbing it against her pussy and was slowly sticking it in her. She squirted all over the vegetable and walked over to John. John looked nervous , but Christin grabbed his cock and started sucking it. She sucked him of his juices then bent over the edge of a large rock after saying something, and John started thrusting his cock into her tight little ass as she screamed a little. Caleb took off running and Christin saw him and realized what she had just done, but she wanted to wait till he could calm down. After John came, Christin left and went after Caleb...

Penguins4fuel on Taboo Stories

**Disclaimer**- I am not a writer and have never written anything like this before. This "pilot episode" is meant to tell the backstory leading up to events that will transpire, and contains no sex or anything remotely close. If that's all you are looking for, i suggest you go watch some videos. I write purely to tell a story, though this will become an erotic one. just be warned that it starts out much like any fiction novel would. That said, please review my post and leave comments on where you would like to see the story, and sex, progress. the characters and places in this story are entirely fictional as is the story itself. enjoy.

 

 

 

I suppose that I should start at the beginning. My name is Thomas. I was born in the late 1980’s and was raised in a small farming community in the southeastern US. The story has its roots when I was 15 and had just met who I had assumed to be the girl of my dreams. As it turns out, I wasn’t the boy of hers and when I was 17 she left me for my best friend. But I remained on good terms with her little sister Casey, who was four years younger than me. Casey had always looked up to me because her sister was a poor excuse for a sibling and even while I was dating her sister, I would always insist that we bring Casey along on our dates so I could spoil her like the little sister I had never had.

We had remained in constant communication over the past two years and I had helped her through some tough spots as well as I could, seeing that her sister wasn’t about to help anyone but herself, and Casey actually was a huge help getting my life together after my breakup with her sister, being the only person who would truly understand how much pain I was in. So I played the big brother to her and scared away most of the guys she liked( none would ever meet my standards) and she did the same for me with prospective girlfriends, never thinking any of them worthy to date her big brother. We saw each other a lot until I went to college and she was always excited to be picked up at school on a Friday by a hot older guy in a killer classic muscle car in front of all of her friends. Her parents never bothered us because after all, they had both thought me perfect for her older sister and therefore trusted me to be a caring helpful big brother to Casey and respected me for keeping her happy. I think they thought that I just spent time with her because I felt obligated, and didn’t really want to. They were wrong. Casey was like my little sister and meant more to me than anyone else ever had.

The story picks up with the completion of my first semester in college. It was December. I was nineteen and she was fifteen. It was a Friday night, my Finals were done, and I was headed to the farm that my grandmother had left me in her will, which was in the town that I had spent my entire pre-college life. We called it a farm, but the only thing that grew there was sage grass and it was really just a lot of land with a farmhouse on it. But everyone in town lived on a “farm” whether it actually was on or not. I was about an hour into the grueling two hour drive. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and turned down my stereo as I extricated it from my jeans and smiled when the caller ID read “Casey” and showed a picture her mom had taken of us the previous new-year. I answered with a corny joke as always and only got halfway through with my line.

                “Thank you for calling Tommy’s pizza how-“ I was cut off by Casey’s tearful screams.

                “GET AWAY FROM ME TANNER!!! I SAID NO!!!” At first I thought that she was yelling because of the loud music on her end, then I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was both infuriated and terrified.

                “Casey what’s going on?” I asked in my best concerned/ composed voice, although I was very confused and scared.

                “Zack? Oh thank God. I need-“I could hear glass shattering and my little sister shrieking. “-I need your help,” she continued, her voice teary. “I don’t have time to explain, just get to Tanner’s house as fast as you can. Are you close?”

Knowing I was an hour away if I stuck to the speed limit, and also knowing the speed capabilities of my ’71 Challenger R/T, I said, “Casey, can you give me twenty minutes?” She replied with a “probably” and then the phone went silent after a particularly violent crash.

                “Shit,” I said to no one in particular. I floored my Challenger, calling on the full power of the 465 horses under the hood, on which were badges that read “426 Hemi” in bright red lettering. I made the trip in record time, and managed to avoid any law enforcement officials, which was handy, because It would have taken me precious seconds to shake them, and I didn’t know how many of those seconds I had to get to my Casey. I got off the interstate and blew through stop signs and red lights, not daring to glance at my speedometer as I quickly exited the lights of what passed for “downtown” here and got closer to the 95 acres that Casey’s current boyfriend, Tanner Blane, lived on with his parents. As I got to his driveway, I mentally prepared myself for whatever was going on here and in a second, went from worried, scared Thomas, to cool, collected and alert Thomas. I ran the length of the quarter-mile driveway in twelve seconds flat and slid to a stop in the front yard, ten feet from the front door. I got out with the engine still running, approached the house, and when I heard Casey scream and I narrowly dodged a baseball that came crashing through the porch window, I reared back and kicked in the front door.

Standing in the living room were two people: one was sixteen year old Tanner, shirtless and obviously under the influence of SOMETHING. The other was my little sister, wearing black and green Tripp pants and the remains of her favorite TWLOHA T-shirt, which had been reduced to shreds of cloth doing nothing to hide anything from the waist up. Her arms were doing their best to cover her chest, but for all intents and purposes, they were failing miserably. There were tears of embarrassment, betrayal, anger, and disappointment in her eyes when she looked at me, though her face lit up and she ran towards me.  Tanner tried to head her off, but I was prepared for this and before he could take one step, he was knocked into the wall four feet behind him where he collapsed, unconscious, the print of my boot on his bare chest.

At this, Casey came running to me and wrapped her arms around me, crying into my chest and as she began to convulse, I feared that she was going into shock; but she was just crying that hard. She was in no position to walk, so after pulling my hoodie off of myself and onto her (both because she had no shirt and because it was nineteen degrees outside) I easily hefted her 4’9’’, 81 lbs. body into my arms and exited the house through the same splintered doorway that I had entered through. I walked directly to my car’s driver door, still ajar, and set her right next to me on the black, fabric bench-seat. From the time I had arrived at the house and exited my car, to the time I threw the Four-speed floor shifter into reverse and sped off, not more than sixty seconds had passed; and not a word was spoken.

I began to survey Casey as I drove, as soon as I hit the road, and noticed that although she was shaken and very pale, she seemed to be otherwise unharmed, nary even a bruise or a scrape; thank God. She looked up at me and threw her arms around me, the only brother she had, and continued to cry. I put my right arm around her waist and rubbed her side while I kissed her hair and promised her that it would be alright.

                “I know sweetie,” I comforted. “I know. I can tell what was going on; you don’t have to talk about it.”

                “No,” she sobbed, wiping her eyes with the super-long sleeves of my school hoodie. “I need to talk about it.” She continued as I nodded. “My parents went to Aspen for the weekend, and they left my sister in charge of me. I was just planning to spend the weekend at Tanner’s house, because his parents went to Tybee Island for the weekend.” She took a break to catch her breath and blow her nose on a napkin that had come out of my glove compartment.  “I went home with him from school and we were having a good time, just making out and stuff, you know…” here she paused because she knew how I felt about her making out with boys, but she continued when she read nothing but concerned interest on my face. “At about five-thirty or so, he started drinking and he started to get handsy. He knew the rules that I had set, and he had always stuck to them, but not this time. When I said no, he came at me stronger, until he got really violent! Tommy, I was so scared…” She began to tear up again and just held her close while I found my phone and dialed the number to the local sheriff’s office, which I knew by heart.

Sheriff James A. Packard had been the sheriff in my home county ever since I was born, and In a county of just over 4,000 citizens, it was no surprise that the sheriff had gone to the same church as my grandmother (who had raised me) and I. I remember having Sheriff Packard over for dinner almost every Saturday night before my grandmother had died in my junior year of high-school. His wife and my grandfather had been killed in the same fire some fifteen years before my birth, so I think he and my grandmother felt a natural bond with one another. He was as “friend-of-the-family” as they came.

The phone rang twice before he answered. “Sheriff Packard speaking,” he said in his old, husky voice.

                “Sheriff, It’s Tommy.”

                “Tommy boy!” he said, dragging up my old nickname. “How the hell are you son?”

                “I’m fine sheriff, but listen…” and I proceeded to tell him everything that had happened tonight, beginning with the phone call I had receiver on my way home, and ending with Tanner’s attempted rape of my little sister.

                “You’re a good man, you know Tommy,” he said. “How you treat that girl. You know, if she were just a few years older… But as it sits, you are the best thing that she could hope for in a brother, you know son? Your grandma’ would be so proud… Anyway, I’ll get a unit out to the Blane farm and pick up Tanner. Are you taking Casey home?”

                “Her parents are out of town Sheriff, so I was planning on putting her up at my place until they get back on Monday. I have plenty of food and stuff. Don’t worry about us.”

With any other people, in any other town in the world, the sheriff would have had me arrested for even suggesting that a fifteen year old girl shack up with a nineteen year old college guy for the weekend, but not here. Not us. No one had to worry about US.

                “Ok, well you kids be careful. I know that you’re probably the best person to help her through this right now. I may come by on my way into work tomorrow to check up on ya’ll, but don’t be offended if I don’t, we stay kinda’ busy ‘round here these days.”

                “Roger that sheriff,” I said. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow. Good night”.

When I closed my phone we were pulling into the driveway, which stretched for more than a mile past wide rolling pastures that had not grazed livestock in over fifty years, and woods that held numerous tree-houses from my youth. It still didn’t feel right calling this “My land”, even though it had been legally mine since I was emancipated when my grandmother died. I was just seventeen and a junior in high-school. My mother had died a few years following my birth in an auto accident, and my father had never been in the picture. Since my mother was an only child, as was my grandmother, I was left in my grandmother’s custody. On her deathbed, which she was on for a painfully long four months, we talked a lot, her and I, about my becoming my own guardian if she passed before my birthday. We signed all the papers and it became official when she died. I had become a legal adult at seventeen, which gave me rights to go ahead and collect my inheritance, which in addition to the farm, had consisted of a few million dollars worth of investment portfolios and a sizable trust fund that while wasn’t enough for me to live like a king for the rest of my life, ensured that I would never have to worry about money if I budgeted well.

 We pulled into “my” garage, which was my grandmother’s sixteenth birthday present for me. It consisted of five bays, three of which had vehicle lifts. If you couldn’t find the right tool in that garage, you didn’t belong anywhere near a car. The garage was ported for cable and high-speed internet and had a small office that had sort of become my bedroom during those last years… I loved working on cars and this was my grandmother’s way of showing that she approved of my hobby. When we finally reached the house,  we exited my car and went inside.

The original farmhouse had been built on this land sometime in the mid 1800’s and had burned to the ground around forty or so party goers in 1974, the fire that had killed my grandfather and so many others that night. My grandmother, while never selling the farm, and my mother had then moved to Florida and didn’t move back until my mother became pregnant with me in the late 80’s. They had a new, modernized farmhouse built towards the back of the property line and we all moved in when I was two. My mother died shortly after, so then it was just me and my grandmother in this huge, three-story farmhouse with a finished basement, full –finished attic, four enormous bedrooms, a home theater complete with a 72” front projection television and many other modern additions. I had since added a few modifications myself, including glassing in the rear deck and equipping it with a comfortable hot-tub and the only HD television in the house, besides the 52” 1080p in my garage. And I had converted the Theater into more of a living room.

After losing my grandmother to cancer and my girlfriend to a cross-country running backstabber in the same month, I had needed something to distract me, so I had often thrown parties here on the weekends during my junior and senior years. The house was cool, but it wasn’t designed to host parties, so the modifications were necessary.

I got out of my car, and was proud to see that Casey giddily hopped out under her own power, through my door. But then she jumped into my arms and I easily, and quite happily, carried her into the house. Since I was the only one who lived here and I hadn’t been home in over a month, it was quite cold in the house. Knowing that the only thing protecting my little sister’s upper body from the sub-zero temperatures was my thin hoodie, I ran her upstairs to the second story, where the bedrooms were located. She had always had a bedroom here, ever since we had first become close, years ago. I stood on the landing outside her door and nudged it open, all the while not daring to put her down, for fear I would lose her in the dark, cavernous hallway that ran the length of the second floor. Once inside the bedroom, I felt for the light-switch and upon finding it, sat her down in front of the now visible closet door. She got really excited upon seeing her closet and had apparently forgotten about how much I used to spoil her when I was still living here full time. Inside the closet, which was large enough itself to play a game of half-court basketball, were entire walls filled with clothes of every brand, shape, size, color and designer; shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, sweaters, vests, jackets, pantsuits, swim-suits, Halloween costumes and shoes; OH THE SHOES!!! I don’t care who she is, I have never met a girl who would turn down my buying her a pair of shoes… or 200 pair. There were boots, heels, flats, flip-flops, sandals, slippers, ore boots, tennis-shoes, running shoes, Cons, Vans and essentially any other kind of shoe one could dream of.  This closet had become furnished right about the time that I couldn’t afford that new BMW Z4, and probably blue-booked somewhere in the range of $45,000 dollars.

                “I have been wanting to come here for SO long!” Casey giggled. “I’m going to put on something put on something really warm!”

                “Dress in layers,” I warned. “I’m going to get the heater going tonight and by tomorrow morning it’s going to be freaking toasty in here!”

Casey nodded and turned, closing the closet door behind her as she entered. It had been quite a few months since I had seen this room so I took the time to re-familiarize myself. Against the opposite wall from where I stood was a massive king-sized four-poster bed, complete with a canopy of pink lace that draped down and completely encased the entire bed in a transparent pink tent. In the far corner of the room stood a 42” rear projection HDTV and the most elaborate surround system that best-buy had had in stock the day that I bought it. On the wall to either side of the TV were shelves that held literally thousands of CDs, which were all duplicated of ones that I had purchased for her room at her parents’ house, as were many of the shoes in the closet. Every square inch of free wall space in the room was covered with posters of bands, movies, actors and actresses, and pictures of her close friends and family. As I completed the tour of the room, I heard the closet door open and turned to see Casey K. Conner, reborn after being submerged in a pure fashion environment for 15 minutes. She had taken my advice and dressed in layers, the outer layer consisting of black sweat pants that were two sizes too big and a matching top, proportionately grande. Her short brown hair was down and loose around her neck, and for the first time, I noticed that my little sister was quickly on her way to becoming a woman. She had always been old for her age, her home life being sketchy at best and horrifying at worst. Her parents were neglectful and not understanding in the least, but at least they trusted me with her, having enough sense to see that she was truly happy when she was with me. Not because I spoiled her, but because I truly loved her more than anything. And I think she loved me too. And standing here in front of me now, her body was beginning to catch up to her mind. Even hidden behind the sweats, I could tell that she was a knockout. No wonder Tanner wanted her so bad, I thought to myself. But as long as she was here with me, she was safe. I would protect my little sister with everything that I had, even if I was protecting her from her own growing beauty.

The rest of the night went by very fast. I made us dinner after I got the house started back up again, and we watched Underworld: Evolution in the “living room”. It was one of our favorites. As the credits rolled, I looked over to see that Casey was fast asleep, looking more like an angel than any human being that I had ever seen. I took her into my arms as gently as I could and took her upstairs for the last time that night. I thought I had managed not to wake her, but as I laid her down in her giant bed, she stirred and I heard a tiny groan escape her lips.

                “Don’t leave me alone Tommy,” she pleaded while still mostly asleep.  “I really need you close to me right now.”

                “I understand sweetie,” I assured her. “I will sit right here on your bed until you are fast asleep, okay?”

                “No,” she said coyly, almost playfully. “I need a teddy bear!” and with that, she took me totally be surprise and was able to pull me down to where I was laying directly beside her, in the middle of her giant bed. Then she rolled over to face me and buried her hands and face in my chest in a desperate attempt to stay warm. I was a little uncomfortable about sleeping with Casey, but I knew that she hadn’t meant anything more than innocent by it, so if it didn’t bother her, I was fine with it. My last conscious thought before drifting into dreamland was that her hair smelled like fresh strawberries, still growing in the vine. My first dream took place in a never ending field of strawberries.