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Hey guys im a 24 year old boy-girl and i felt like i needed to post about it in some place, since i was young, back at highschool after gym class some guys would mock about my size wich is really really small and thin.

They would call me horny names like size queen, sissy bitch, but most of them did that just to humiliate me but the funny thing was i getting so excited sometimes i even had to lock myself in the shower so they wouldn’t see me going hard (i was a little ashamed back them).

But after sometime one of those nasty teens started to really mollest me in the bathroom we were 16 back them, he said that we should meet after everyone went out of the bathroom after gym class  and i honestly knew that something would go up but instead of not going, i went.

It was a strange feeling but i wanted to be there, so he said “I knew that you would come you are horny pussy ass bitch” them he got his big cock infront of me and said “That’s what a sissy boy like you love huh a big  real cock” and i was clearly amused by how big his cock was.

I started to get horny but i was “choked” so he said “I want you to slowly kiss that cock and the suck it until i cum” and at first seconds i was like “frozen” but he started to slowly pushing his dick in my face and i started to do exactly what he told me to.

I felt really excited, them when he cummed on my mouth with that warm sperm he said that i should swallow and he took a picture of me in his cellphone and said “Now you’ll be my bitch everyday” and so it has been everyday after gym class i would blow him and sometimes 2 more guys who were his friends but they never penetrated me. The only thing that they did with me was slap my ass off until it get really redish, but i felt so excited with all this that i couldn’t just stop. At that point i really wanted to be fucked like a real bitch…

But them times goes by and highschool ended. And i never really got into sex (anal) until i decided to install a Gay App and meet one guy who back them was much more mature than me (i was 19 and he was around 35) and we ended up setting a date, at first i was so nervous that when we got into his car i couldn’t even speak. But he started to talk with me and put his hands on my body and when we reached to motel i was more relaxed but i was still in tension because i didn’t really know what to do and stuff like that (i was still a virgin ass)

Them we got to the motel  and i said i would “prepare myself” so i went into the bath of the bedroom that we got, and i undressed myself and came out to him like already really hard i was so excited even doe i was nervous.

So he said “Hmm that’s nice” and he started to pass his hands on my ass and to kiss me, then i got fully relaxed, that’s when he got his big cock out of his pants and made me get on my knees and i was so horny that i couldn’t stop sucking it from the base to the head it was so big and beautiful that i  really wanted it all over me.

Them after blowing him for long of time i said “I want you to fuck me so bad” and he said “And im nasty to cum inside that ass” so i went to bed and got on doggy style and spread my ass to him (i was really thought that he would put his big dick in my ass).

But instead he started to lick my ass with his tongue and play with it with his fingers i got to a point where i couldn’t stop moaning i was so excited that i cummed from his “blow job at my ass”.

Then he said to me “Now it’s time to my little bitch feel a real cock inside” and he tried several times to penetrate me i was excited but in a bit of pain but i really handled it because i wanted it inside me no matter how much pain i had to go through.

So after some minutes he finally got inside me i could feel his big warm cock inside me and he started to fuck me so hard that it didn’t take more than 5 minutes to him to cum inside me and when he finally did i was “so in love” with cock and being fucked like a bitch that i knew that i was somehow addicted to cock…

That’s pretty much how my sissy history starts now im a 24 year old boy-girl that still loves cock, i feel like the most they make me a bitch more horny i get, i’ll be looking to sex with 2 guys at the same time thats one of the fetiches that i got from all this time on, sucking a big cock while another big cock penetrates my tight ass

Being a dutiful son, Lieutenant Richard Finch normally began his leave by spending a few days under the roof of his adoptive parents, Dr and Mrs Matthew Finch (Senior) of Much Hadham,  Hertfordshire. Having discharged this filial duty, he liked to go exploring, sometimes in Europe, especially in France; sometimes within the UK, where he had friends from school, Cambridge and the army, who were usually delighted to see him. There was never a dull moment when Richard was around. On this particular occasion, his first long leave since joining his regiment, he had three weeks at his disposal and was determined to enjoy himself.  

Richard’s leave had begun promisingly. Before proceeding to Hertfordshire, he had broken his journey in London to get a haircut, be measured for two new suits and to buy some casual clothes from the chain-tailors, Berry & Chumms. In their Kensington High Street store, Richard had been assisted in the challenging task of selecting a couple of pairs of jeans by a personable, young and blond shop-walker, whose name-badge showed  him to be called “Jake”. The jeans had to be close-fitting, to emphasise Richard’s muscular physique and potency, but not even vaguely flared; Richard detested flares as much as he did Zapata moustaches and men who wore their hair over their ears. In the 1970s this meant most civilian men. Jake was clearly “wowed” by Richard, who was by now fairly used to having that effect on other men and indeed on women, to whom he was largely indifferent. The wow factor had been amplified when Jake, hurrying into Richard’s changing cubicle carrying yet more jeans for him to try on, encountered Richard, now naked apart from a pair of burgundy-red bikini briefs and socks, pretending to read The Spectator. Jake blushed furiously and became almost speechless, so their conversation had to be telepathic:

“?”

“!” 

Soon after this, Jake gave Richard an impromptu tour of the historic Directors’ Suite on the top floor. After minimal but urgent foreplay, under the disapproving gaze of the original Mr Berry and Mr Chumm; both of whom had been painted by Sir David Wilkie, and both of whom strongly resembled Prime Minister William Ewart Gladstone, Richard and Jake celebrated an ecstatic consummation on the highly-polished boardroom table. In the large mirrors adorning the walls Richard was able to watch a delighted Jake riding his cock or being bent over and deep-fucked. Phwoar! 

On their last evening together in Hertfordshire, Richard had gone to the pub with his adoptive elder brother, Dr Matthew Finch (Junior). Matthew had begun to practice Medicine and was now their father’s junior partner. The brothers, who were not related by blood, looked very different. Matthew,  taller than Richard, had a fair complexion and was typically English, with brown hair and grey eyes, while Richard was strikingly handsome in a tough, square-jawed and masculine way that was more Latin than Anglo-Saxon. His London barber had cut his thick, dark, wavy hair a few days earlier; it was now very short and sleek. As they walked back afterwards, Richard raised a question that had been hovering at the back of his mind: 

“The parents seem well,” said Richard, “but something isn’t right between us. Have you any idea what it might be?” 

“How d’you mean?” responded Matthew. 

“Well, they seem reserved. You’d almost think they were afraid of me! Asking me whether everything was to my satisfaction and worried that it might not be. I’ve had to explain to them that after my recent arduous training, living off Compo rations, our house seems like the lap of luxury! I’ve no complaints.”  

Matthew thought for a moment. “I think they have been afraid that you might find it boring here. Let’s face it, your horizons have expanded enormously. The real problem however is that we’re both adopted; neither of us is their biological child. It was a lottery: they had no idea what they’d be taking on, or how we’d turn out, when they pulled us out of the bran-tub. Their own family histories are no guide. They cannot say: ‘Ah, he’s turning out like his grandfather’ or ‘Just like Uncle Paul!’” 

Richard chuckled. “I see what you mean! It’s like a farmer’s wife putting duck eggs under a broody hen. The ducklings hatch out and start behaving like ducks; swimming on the pond, etcetera. The poor hen doesn’t know what to think and goes slightly bananas!”   

Matthew laughed: “Something like that,” he said. They walked on.

“Even so,” continued Richard, “They haven’t that much to complain about. You’re a doctor, following in Father’s footsteps, which is splendid. As for me, unlike some of my contemporaries, I didn’t drop out, grow my hair long – which the parents would have hated –  smoke pot, or disappear to some ashram in Kathmandu, leaving no forwarding address. Neither of us did anything like that. Au contraire, I won scholarships and things, which incidentally saved them oodles of money;  I got a good degree from Cambridge, which seemed to surprise, as well as please them; then I got into a distinguished regiment. One might say that I’d made quite a reasonable start in life!” 

“True, but they couldn’t even imagine doing half the things you’ve done. They’ve seldom travelled, and then no further than Spain. Neither of them went to Cambridge or Oxford; nor did Father ever consider the army as a career. You might not have noticed that they were gob-smacked when you mentioned that you had been shooting with the Duke of Ancaster – I know his son is one of your brother officers –  but that, to them, is on another planet. You’re more unusual than any duckling. None of us has a clue what you are or what you’ll do next; it’s as though two Silkie Bantams had hatched out a baby falcon or something similar!”  

Richard was happy to be compared to a dangerous bird of prey. On a warm impulse he gave his elder brother a bear-hug.  He was now so strong that he lifted Matthew off the ground for a few moments. 

“You say the nicest things, Matthew!” chuckled Richard. “A falcon, eh? The Silkie Bantams might well be alarmed about that! Please reassure them.” 

“Put me down! I mean it! There’s something else,” continued Matthew, laughingly disengaging himself from his brother’s python-like embrace. Richard’s display of affection struck him as slightly over-the-top. Thank heaven none of his patients was around. “They’re concerned about your present religious position.” 

“Oh, that,” sighed Richard. “I don’t suppose that they were referring to the Missionary Position? No? That was a joke, of course. Okay, you can tell them that I’m still C of E. I attend the Guards Chapel when in London – I’m expected to, and I don’t mind because the church music is great  – and I even read the Lesson when it is my turn to be Orderly Officer. Underneath, as you very well know, I am an unrepentant pagan!” 

“Good!” said Matthew. He was deeply attached to Richard, even if he frequently found him  incomprehensible and occasionally irritating; he would not have wanted him to change. He changed the subject:

 “Any girlfriends at the moment?” 

“Nope. To be honest, Matthew, I don’t think I like women very much.”

“Balls!” said Matthew, knowingly. “I know all too well what that means: sour grapes! I’ve been ‘crossed in love’ and all that malarkey, too. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.  Believe me, one gets over it. Neither of us has yet met Miss Right; that’s all.” 

To that, Richard said nothing.   

 A few days later Richard was staying with Alan, a friend from Cambridge days, whose family had been squires in their corner of East Anglia for time out of mind. Alan had taken over running the family estate from his father, who had decamped to the amenities and pleasures of London. He only now returned to the Manor House for the shooting season and important family occasions, so Alan was often busy with estate business and not available to entertain Richard. No problem; Richard was content to amuse himself by exploring in a second-hand Alfa Romeo sports car that he had recently bought from another young officer; a purchase that he was now starting to regret.  

Despite it dashing looks, the Alfa Romeo was not one-hundred-percent reliable. That particular day Richard had been on his way to look at a distant castle – he took an interest in military history – but the Alfa Romeo had chosen to “conk out” in a remote area of Norfolk, miles from anywhere. Bugger! Birds twittered, bees buzzed and the scent of wild roses wafted in Richard’s direction, but  neither these, nor the sight of a rare Swallow-Tail butterfly flitting among the daisies, did anything to improve Richard’s mood. 

Fuck! Richard at the start of his army career was a less-competent mechanic than he was later to become. Having tried a few basic tests without result, he swore again. Double-fuck! Nothing for it; he must call the AA, but there was of course no AA telephone box – nor any other public ‘phone box – anywhere in sight. Triple-fuck!! 

Consulting the Ordinance Survey map, Richard saw that, while he was still miles away from the castle, he was a short distance from a farm. It was hidden from the road by a low hill and some woodland. A pair of white-washed stone gateposts, supporting a five-barred gate bearing the legend “Glebe Farm”, indicated the way there. Locking the car, he set out to seek help, hoping  – given that it was a Wednesday – that the entire household would not prove to be out at the market. He was in luck: Mrs Compton, the farmer’s wife, was at home, making good use of the absence at market of her husband and their sons to prepare, cook and/or freeze a week’s supply of food in peace. She was  impressed by Richard’s good manners, good looks and ready smile, so she served him a large tumblerful of a cool drink: “my own elder-flower champagne”. When Mrs Compton learned that Richard was in the army, she approved still more; one of her five sons had recently signed on with the county infantry regiment. That was one big mouth less for her to feed! 

Mrs Compton then asked his name and Richard handed over his visiting card, of which he usually kept a few in his wallet. She raised her eyebrows: 

“Bless me… You’re dark but you don’t seem much like a Pikey!”

Richard was mystified: “What’s a Pikey?”

“It means a Gypsy. Finch is a Pikey name round here.”

“Well, I’m not a Pikey. And I’m not really a Finch; Finch is the name of my adoptive parents, who aren’t Pikeys either! I believe that my father’s family, the Finches, came originally from Boston, Lincolnshire. My real father was – is – Southern French. I’m a bastard, you see, so I was adopted.” 

“Goodness me! No offence taken, I hope?” asked Mrs Compton, topping-up Richard’s glass of elder-flower champagne. “Boston’s not so far from here, but if your father was French that would explain your looks!”

“No offence! And, yes, I do look very like my natural father.”  

Which was undoubtedly true: Richard and his father, Thierry, were both handsome, dark-haired men. There was less than twenty years between their ages, so they were occasionally mistaken for each other.  

Mrs Compton let Richard use the telephone. The nearest AA office turned out to be in King’s Lynn, which was not close. When Richard got through to them, they appreciated his precise directions, with the OS map reference, and his brief description of what he thought might be wrong with the car. Few other motorists were that efficient. They estimated that an AA patrol-man could be with Richard in about an hour.  

It was a very hot day. The elder-flower champagne was refreshing and tasted excellent, like superior lemonade. Richard, who was thirsty, had unwisely knocked it back quickly. It soon became clear to him that, unlike lemonade, it was very potent and alcoholic. He must avoid drinking a further glass of it, which Mrs Compton was urging on him. He needed to sober up fast, if he were to drive again that day. Making the excuse that his car was valuable and that he dared not leave it for long, Richard walked back to it more slowly than he had come; but not before Mrs Compton had pressed on him some bread, cheese, a slice of fruit cake and an apple to make a picnic while he waited for the AA man. On the way Richard decided to investigate the wood that he had noticed earlier. It looked cool, shady and ideal for a picnic. As he approached it, a heron flew away over the treetops with slow wing-beats. A heron usually means open water.  Depending upon how much water there was, there might be time for a quick swim, or at least to “freshen up”. He turned aside into the trees. 

The wood was a game covert, which was why it had been allowed to survive in such an intensively-farmed landscape. As he walked through the trees, Richard trod on some of last year’s spent shotgun cartridges, half-buried in leaf-mould. He disturbed several  pheasants, which squawked angrily. The water, whose existence he had deduced, turned out to be an artificial lake, surrounded by trees and created by damming a stream that ran through the covert. Numerous immature mallard ducks swam or scurried away out of sight. Poor ducks! Just you wait till the autumn! Once, the lake had served a more ornamental purpose. On the overgrown bank Richard noticed some elegant stone benches and the statue of a naked Greek or Roman god. I wouldn’t mind nicking that, thought Richard, as he absent-mindedly caressed the statue’s bronze genitals. The metal was warm to his touch; almost like smooth, living flesh. There was also a boat-house with a jetty, to which Richard now made his way.  No-one was around: nor, apart from the gamekeeper, were they likely to be, until October. Richard sat down on the jetty and wolfed his picnic lunch. He then stood up, stripped naked and enjoyed feeling the warm breeze on his skin. He looked as good as the statue. He grinned and gave it a v-sign. The Greek god continued to look inscrutable.

Richard stared into the clear, greenish depths. The lake had been stocked with rainbow trout, which were rising to the fly. He lowered himself in, feeling the weeds tickling his skin. The water was refreshingly cold. Richard swam around, surface-dived a couple of times and soon felt a lot brighter. He clambered out, sat on the jetty, lit a cigarette and thought about what he might do the following day, assuming that he could get his car fixed. A distant shout disturbed his reverie: 

“Hullo! Mr Finch!! Hullooo!!”

Damn! The AA man must have got here already. 

Richard shouted “Coming!!” at parade-ground volume and forgetting about drying himself, he quickly pulled on his T-shirt, jeans – he was going commando on such a warm day – and finally his trainers, over his wet skin and began to run towards his car. In the process he soon got dry. This time he did not follow the farm drive but took a short cut across a meadow, vaulted the fence and jumped down the bank towards the car. An AA van was now parked beside it. The patrol-man was  waiting for him. In those days AA patrol-men wore a smart military-style uniform and beret. The AA man saluted Richard smartly. The name-tag on his tunic read “Trevor Goodwin”.  

“You got here quickly,” said Trevor, with a grin. “But it’s a damn’ hot day. There was no need to have run!”

Richard smiled and shrugged. He said, “I don’t like keeping people waiting. And, despite my run, I’m not sweaty!”    

Trevor was pleasant-looking; smart and neat. In those days few young male civilians wore a short-back-and-sides and Trevor did not, but his hair, which was barley-blond and very curly, was cropped short all over, with minimal sideburns and a neat square-cut at the back of the neck. What Richard could see of his physique suggested that Trevor kept himself fit; he probably played squash or soccer in his spare time. A good, strong jaw completed this masculine look. He has no facial hair, thank heaven. As noted earlier, Richard disliked facial hair, especially fashionable Zapata moustaches. The only odd  feature was Trevor’s mouth. It was broad and smiley but it was  also sensuous, with full, pink lips. On a woman it would have looked very sexy, like Bardot. On a man it was positively erotic, causing a premonitory stir inside Richard’s trousers. By rights such a man ought to be a shameless sensualist; he looked the part.  

Although his manner was polite and professional, Trevor’s blue eyes, when they met Richard’s, were twinkly and mischievous, which seemed promising. He declined Richard’s offer of help. 

“You relax and do the crossword or something. I’ll sort this out; hopefully fairly quickly,” he said.

The road was deserted. Richard spread out a tartan travelling rug on the verge. He pulled off his T-shirt and prepared to sun-bathe by smearing suntan oil across his torso. This emphasised his six-pack. He wore reflective Aviator sun-glasses, from behind which he discreetly inspected Trevor. Had any of Richard’s close friends been present, they would have smiled darkly and started to lay bets. 

Meanwhile Trevor was chattering enthusiastically: “This is a lovely car, it’s a classic! Look at that walnut dashboard and those leather seats! Pity she hasn’t been maintained! She must be well overdue for a service; for more than one, I think. And you need an oil-change. That’s overdue too.” 

Richard was secretly annoyed. Bloody Toby, when he sold me this jalopy, said it had been scrupulously maintained. I had begun to suspect that it hadn’t. Now I have confirmation; I’ll get him for this. 

Despite Trevor’s confident pronouncement, the car took longer to fix than anticipated. Firstly, it proved to require a new fan-belt; then it needed new sparking-plugs. But, even after those had been fitted, it still shuddered, juddered and would not start. 

“Nothing for it: I’ll have to take a look underneath,” groaned Trevor. 

He stripped to the waist in his turn, briefly showing a suntanned torso, and donned a khaki overall. Then he disappeared under the car. Nice, muscular arms, thought Richard, as one of them emerged and groped for the tool-box. Fine golden hairs glittered on Trevor’s forearm and biceps. No tattoos, thank heaven, Richard thought. Trevor was underneath the car for quite a long time. 

Finally he said “I think I’ve fixed it” and eased himself out into the open. He stood up. “Would you like to try and start her now?”

Richard switched on the ignition. The car purred into life. 

“Wow. Thanks! Problem solved?” 

“For the moment,” said Trevor. “When you get back to London or wherever you live, get a garage to do a thorough service, oil-change and anything else they think is needed. You might need a new carburettor. I’m afraid I’ll have to charge for the new fan-belt and the spark-plugs.” 

“No problem,” said Richard. He then explained that he would not be returning to London any time soon; that he was staying in Alan’s Manor House and he asked Trevor to recommend a local garage. Trevor suggested Swinton’s, in the next village to Alan’s. 

Trevor looked at himself ruefully. He was covered with dust from the road surface and splattered with engine oil; especially his face. “I’m a sight for sore eyes. I must get clean.” 

‘I must be clean!’ Just like Tom in The Water Babies, thought Richard flippantly. 

“Come for a swim with me!” suggested Richard. “There’s a small lake over there. I had a dip  in it earlier. You can get most of that off you if you take a quick dip too.” 

“Good idea. Let’s go!”  

Although he was local, Trevor had never suspected the lake’s existence. They stripped on the jetty. Trevor’s body was as fine as Richard had guessed. He was sun-tanned, apart from the pale area covered by his Speedo. They unapologetically looked at one another. Trevor asked: 

“Are you a bodybuilder or something like that?” 

“Nope; guess again!” chuckled Richard. 

“Rugby player?”

“Yep! And I do a bit of boxing too.”

Trevor was impressed. The water in the lake was still chilly. This time Richard, who knew what to expect, dived straight in. Trevor however walked along the bank to a shallow part of the lake, waded cautiously in and stood there, up to his waist in the water, splashing himself and rubbing his skin to get off the dust and oil. The chill was making him shiver. Richard mischievously swam near him, turned on his back and, churning the water to foam with energetic strokes of his legs, splashed Trevor vigorously. 

“Stop that!” shouted Trevor, although he was laughing as he said it. He tried ineffectively to splash Richard, who ducked underwater. Then he pulled Trevor under. Next moment they were wrestling thigh-deep in the shallows. They started laughing uncontrollably.  

The wrestling movements slowed down, like a film run at half the correct speed.  Their laughter died, although they did not disengage; they were still holding one another. Richard slowly and gently caressed Trevor’s left flank, hip and ass-cheek. His hand slipped between the ass-cheeks; he briefly but firmly touched Trevor’s fundament. Trevor looked at him inquiringly. It was now or never; Richard made a determined pass, kissing Trevor on that beautiful sexy mouth. Trevor’s eyes opened wide in astonishment. He looked almost frightened. 

Now I’ll either have a fight on my hands, or else he’ll want to take this further!

It seemed that he wanted to take it further. 

“Back to the jetty,” murmured Richard. A few minutes later, Trevor was stretched out on it. Richard grabbed his cock, which was impressive. Even relaxed, it was big and a beautiful pink. So many cocks don’t look right; the “hammer-headed shark”, for instance, has too big a head on a too-thin shaft. This one was classically proportioned, like the bronze god’s cock on the other side of the lake. The wrinkles suggested that it could be dramatically extended; it seemed a good idea to test this.  Richard handled it and the testicles gently. Trevor’s cock lay there, heavy and inert, for a few moments, then it flushed and started to grow. With a violent jerk it started to expand. Now it was at right-angles to Trevor’s body; Richard continued to tease, stroke and squeeze it until it was a full nine inches long, and almost three inches wide in the middle of the column. A pearl of transparent pre-cum glittered at the mouth of the piss-slit. Above it, Trevor’s golden pubic hair was dense, curly and tangled; a young man’s thicket. A line of hair ran from his bush up to his navel. His balls were massive. They must be full of sperm. Let’s find out!

Richard kissed the rosy glans and toyed with Trevor’s testicles. Then he decided to kiss Trevor’s mouth again. He slid along his body and did so. Trevor’s eyes were closed and his breath was coming in short gasps.  Richard gently stroked  his face, his ears, the back of his neck.  He kissed, and suddenly bit, Trevor’s armpit. Trevor gasped but did not open his eyes.  

“I want to rim you,” said Richard. 

Trevor did not reply but turned onto his stomach and opened his legs. Richard eased his ass-cheeks apart. Trevor squirmed as Richard’s tongue penetrated him. Richard turned him over onto his back. Trevor’s cock wagged gently at him, like a happy dog’s tail. It was now massive and hard. Richard began to tease, lick and suck it. 

“Wow, wow! Don’t stop!” Trevor was getting all excited.  Richard didn’t stop, but he slowed down. His tongue teased the cock-helmet. Richard slid a finger into Trevor’s man-hole as far as the first joint. He wriggled it gently. This got Trevor’s juices flowing.

“Wow, wow, wow!”    

Trevor had had little or no practice at this, although he seemed eager to learn, and he soon lost control. Richard continued to play with his ass as he shot jet after jet of spunk into Richard’s mouth. It tasted great. Trevor almost passed out. Richard cradled him protectively. It was important not to break physical contact too early. Finally Trevor opened his eyes and smiled weakly at Richard:

“We’re a couple of bad lads and no mistake!!” But he did not look very repentant. After another swim to clean up, they parted amicably. Richard did not expect to see Trevor again, but he was wrong.  

Two nights later Richard, whose bedroom was at the back of the Manor House, with a view over the garden, was sitting reading near the half-open window. He wore only a black terry-towelling bathrobe; Richard slept naked and had no pyjamas with him. It was late but by no means dark; the summer solstice had only recently passed. The previous evening a nightingale had been singing nearby. Richard hoped to hear it again. The nightingale did not oblige, but suddenly a handful of gravel hit the window-pane. He looked out. Trevor was standing outside in the moonlight; this time in a tracksuit; he looked, and presumably intended to look, like a man out for a late run.    

“Can I come up?” he whispered hoarsely. 

“Okay, wait for me to let you in.” 

“Forget that. I’m coming now.”

Trevor took a running jump and was soon hauling himself up a drainpipe. Richard let him in at the window.  They hugged and kissed. Richard’s black bathrobe fell to the ground as Trevor caressed him. His pale skin shone in the moonlight. 

“Now, let’s fuck,” said Trevor. 

Doug stared up at Jason, his eyes were puffy, as he wiped the tears from his face. His chest was heaving, and his whole body was still trembling. Looking down his body, he could see his limp cock across his groin, nearly shrivelled up to nothing, while his balls dangled below, aching.

His lower lip was trembling as he sucked in air, trying to calm his nerves, to relax. He knew it would be hard, difficult, but he really did want it, and staring at Jason, he still knew he wanted to do it. It was just that he didn’t think it would be THAT big.

Not like he hadn’t seen Jason naked before either. Sure his cock was long, but fuck he didn’t think it would grow to quite that size when it was hard. None of the other guy’s who he had, had ever doubled like Jason. Okay, sure they got bigger, but fuck Jason had a monster when it was hard.

The way the veins stuck out, the head looked like a fucking bowling ball, and the shaft was like the thick end of a damn baseball bat. He should have tried to go slow, to not be so fucking cocky, but as he looked up at Jason, he didn’t seem anger. He could tell he was worried, concerned for him, which helped ease his disgust with himself.

Laying there, he let his legs stretch out, letting Jason still enjoy his naked body. Doug felt a stirring, as his breathing became a bit more regular. After all, he was no virgin. He had been getting shagged by guys since he had been a teenager. Now that he was 21, he considered himself a seasoned veteran. Least he should be, given how many guys he had sucked off or being fucked by.

Doug had always been a horny bitch. Sex to him was as necessary as eating food was to stay alive. And he had the goods to insure he was always well fed. He had grown to average height, had let his body fill out and done a bit extra by doing some basic weight lifting at home. He loved to run, and every morning he went for his wake up jog of a few miles.

At an early age he learned to look after his body. He didn’t drink much, nor did he smoke or do drugs even. Some might call him boring, but he was the life of most parties. He loved to have fun, to dance and shake his tight little butt. It had gotten him some great lays, hell it had attracted Jason.

He never needed to get drunk or stoned to feel great. A good cock in his mouth, or one sliding in and out of his ass, was all he needed to feel like he was on top of the world. It was his drug of choice, sex. Now here he lay, unable to realize his high.

‘Gimme a few, we can try again.’

Jason stared down at him, and Doug felt his body reacting to his gaze. The guy was friggin hot, in every meaning of the word. He was as tall as Doug, but had flowing blond hair while Doug’s was more brown in color, and a bit more course. He really loved the way Jason’s hair felt, the way each strand seemed so fine, so soft, compared to his or other’s he had been with.

Like a true blond, Jason had the most gorgeous blue eyes, that always seemed to be shimmering. They were like liquid pools of sparkling sapphires. He had a thinner face than Doug, more gaunt and lean that matched his long nose and the thin pale pink lips. Gawd he loved tasting those lips, and that mouth. It had been an amazing feeling when Jason had first kissed him, tasted him, then wrapped them around Doug’s aroused penis.

He had felt like he would shoot right then and there, but had held on, and now it was all ruined, but looking at Jason he was determined to not give up. He wanted that cock, no matter how much pain it gave him, because at the end of it, he knew it would be the best ride ever.

‘You sure? I mean..’

‘I am sure, it is so big and looks so good, I really do want it inside, if you still want to? Do You?’

‘Hell yes, it is just, I don’t want to hurt you. I mean you screamed pretty good there.’

‘Well, yeah, guess it’s the bitch in me, but screw it, maybe if you uh, loosen my ass up first a bit more, then maybe a bit more lube?’

‘If you sure, I really, oh hell Doug you got the hottest ass I ever seen, I really do want to do it, if you think you can manage.’

Doug felt his body tremble a little, as he looked at Jason’s cock. It hung down between his legs like a huge bat, and it wasn’t even hard yet. Licking his lips, he felt the desire inside, knowing that one way or another, he wanted to feel that weapon buried in his ass. The ache in his butt confirmed what he felt, as he pulled himself upright, and leaned over towards his night stand.

He opened a drawer and began to rummage around, as he heard the Jason breathing. Doug knew he was being watched, that Jason’s eyes were following his every move, and as he dug around the clutter in the drawer, he felt Jason’s hand on his leg, gently caressing it. It was driving him nuts, because he really like him.

Tonight was supposed to be the climax of his hunt. He had been chasing Jason for almost nine months. At times he thought it was like being pregnant, and tonight would be the birth of their emotions for each other. Okay, bit bizarre but then he wasn’t what you would call typical. He liked to fantasize about things, about guys and Jason had been the longest pursuit he had ever undertaken.

Glancing over at him, Doug knew it was well worth the effort. The guy not only had the looks, the equipment to please, but he had the personality too. He enjoyed life, had fun, without the need of drugs or booze. Not only that, he was a jogger as well. He worked, and took it seriously, just as he did. It was a perfect match, and now he wanted to make it more than just perfect.

At last he found what he was searching for and brought out two long dildos. One was considerably bigger than the other, but both were decent sized. Long and thick, as he handed them over to Jason, then he reached back in and took out the big bottle of lubricant. He sat that down on the table, then rolled back over onto his back.

‘Those should loosen me up enough, you okay with using them?’

Jason grinned as he held one dildo in one hand, the other in his other hand. He glanced at one, then the other, then at Doug. The broad smile on his face was answer enough, as he leaned back a little on his haunches. Doug could see Jason’s cock stirring, seeing it thicken, leaving no doubt that Jason was more than okay with it.

‘Might be easier if you are on your stomach, with that tasty ass of yours up in the air?’

‘Like my ass do you?’

‘Oh yeah, it is one of the better asses I have had the pleasure of enjoying.’

‘Flatterer.’

‘Just being honest, It really is a good one.’

Doug couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself. He enjoyed hearing Jason’s compliments on his ass, as he turned over, looking back over his shoulder. He saw the way Jason’s eyes were staring at his cheeks, which gave him a bit of a thrill. He could feel his cock growing harder, as he pulled his butt up, getting up onto his knees.

He leaned forward, placing his head on his crossed over arms. The pillow was under his chin, and he spread his legs a bit wider, opening his cheeks a little. Doug heard Jason suck in his breath, then felt him place his hands on the small of his back. The fingers seemed to quiver a little as they rested there, then slowly began to caress his cheeks.

The hands moved down, slowly brushing across his cheeks, making them quiver a bit. The hands moved around his cheeks for a second or two, then inched over towards they valley between the two orbs. He felt Jason’s fingers caress him, then slowly reach down into the valley. He took a deep breath, as he felt the fingers begin to press into the sides of his cheeks.

As the hands took hold of each side of his cheeks, he felt Jason moving closer, felt his hot breath on his cheeks, then the light press of his lips against each cheek. He squirmed a bit, sighed, as Jason kissed the top of his cheeks, while slowly spreading them apart. He felt the warm breath blowing down his valley,

The soft kiss at the top changed, as he felt the edge of Jason’s tongue flick out, then his whole body shook, as Jason let his tongue run all the way down his valley. His legs quivered, and his heart began to beat a bit faster as the tongue licked at his hole, teasing it was its firm edge brushed around the tiny pink hole.

He moaned as the tongue continued to swirl around and then below the hole, but licking upwards towards the hole. It licked at his sides, then once more began to circle his hole, when it suddenly pressed inwards. The fingers dug in harder, pulling the cheeks even further apart, as the hole spread wider.

The tongue licked inside, dug deep into him, as he felt its raspy edge tickling his insides. He groaned, feeling himself shaking, feeling the amazing warmth rolling up inside of him, as Jason stuck his tongue in as far as he could. His nose was wedged between his cheeks, pressing into him, to allow as much of his tongue to enter Doug. The sensations were amazing, as his body continued to convulse, to tremble.

Two fingers moved closer, as he felt Jason move his hand deeper down into his valley. They held his cheeks apart, the tips of two fingers resting on either side of his hole. He pulled his head back, and Doug heard him take a long deep breath. Then suddenly the head was once more wedged between his cheeks, the tongue deep inside of him, twisting and turning as it licked the insides of his love tunnel. Every nerve in his body was tingling, aching even as Jason licked him deep inside.

His cheeks were shaking, when he felt one being released, then he felt a finger pressing into his body, under the tongue, that continued to lick at him. The finger moved in, then began to twist around as Jason pulled his head back. Doug moaned, as the lone finger was joined by another. Their thickness stretching him a bit more, as they dug deep down into him. He was moaning constantly now, as the two fingers became three fingers that poked at him. In and out they moved, with the odd little twist that made Doug groan his pleasure.

He was sweating as Jason fingered him, then suddenly the pressure inside was gone, but not for long, as once more he felt Jason’s nose pressing between his cheeks, the tongue digging deep inside. His cock was rock hard, as he reached back with one hand to stroke the hard shaft. Suddenly he felt the tongue slowly pull back, lick at his valley, under his hole, then down his dangling balls.

While his balls were being kissed, he felt something pressing up into his rectum, felt it slide past his moist hole, as Jason sucked on one of Doug’s aching balls. He was still stroking his cock, his head lifted up as he moaned loudly, then fall back down. He was squirming as the object in his ass began to press further inside, past the levels of Jason’s tongue, past the point where his fingers had been. He cried out softly, feeling his whole tunnel being forced open, to take the hard object as it moved deep, deep into his body.

Jason sucked each of his balls, making them ache in ways he had never experienced. The press of the dildo inside only made him enjoy it all the more. His hands were under his shoulders, holding him up a little as his ass squirmed while being slowed fucked by the plastic toy. He felt it move in and out, never too fast, never too slow. It made him feel every ridge of the plastic ribs that were along its long shaft. He groaned as Jason slowly pulled it out, but then he felt the other dildo being slid down his trembling valley.

He arched his buttocks backwards, wanting to have it up his ass. He was slobbering a little, as he felt the hard press, then the sudden stabbing pain as the head of the dildo penetrated his body. He was breathing hard, feeling the pain rolling up his body, but it was a different kind of pain. He leaned back even more, forcing the thick cock to spread his insides even more, as Jason slowly pushed it inside.

The huge dildo made him feel like he was on fire. It ached, but in a good way, as Jason continued to press it in. One hand rested on his buttocks, then suddenly it lifted up, and he felt a hard slap across one cheek. As he felt the slap, the dildo pressed in a bit faster, moving in deeper and then he felt the hand against his hole. He had the huge dildo all the way up inside, and he was moaning louder now, as Jason began to gently pull back a little, then push back in.

He kept doing it for what seemed ages. Doug was dripping with sweat now, as he felt the constant movement inside his body. The huge dildo had stretched him wide, but he felt so full, so hot that he couldn’t help but groan his pleasure with each push in. His legs were soaked, his back was glistening from the sweat that coated him all over. His hair hung down over his eyes, as he buried his face into his hands.

‘Now oh God Jason, take me now, please, please do it now, oh Christ now, I want it all, please’ he cried out, but Jason kept the dildo moving in and out. He didn’t pull it out, making Doug beg more and more. His hand was hitting the side of the bed, his teeth were biting on the pillow as Jason kept pushing the dildo in and out.

He would bring it almost out, then push it in hard all the way to the hilt. Then he would again slowly bring it back out, almost. He kept repeating it, changing speeds every now and then, as Doug continued to plead for Jason to fuck him with his cock. He was near tears, as his desire was making him tremble with each movement of the dildo inside. His body was aching and screaming for the real thing, as Jason twisted the dildo a little, making it jerk inside.

Doug was pleading, every other breath he would beg, plead, even yell, but Jason ignored it. He was leaning over Doug, his hair would tickle the backside, sweat would drip off onto Doug’s arched up back. His pulse was racing, as suddenly he felt totally empty. There was nothing inside of him.

Before it registered, he felt the press again up against his rectum. He was still pleading for Jason to fuck him with his cock, when the pain came. The penetration pain roared into his body, as he felt his hole being split open.

It made him cry out, no yelp of pain, just a primal scream as the pain took hold of his body, then made it shake. He realized it was Jason’s cock, and suddenly the pain just disappeared. It had been roaring all through him, but now a strange warmth seemed to fill his body, as Jason slowly pushed forward.

Doug felt his heart pounding. The rush of thunder in his ears made him moan loudly, as he heard his own voice off in the distance, wanting more, urging Jason on. Every muscle inside of him was coiled, he felt his body tighten as the huge cock was slowly pressed inside. His already stretched lining was stretched even more. It ached, felt like every part of his insides were being ripped apart as the huge cock slowly drove further and further into him.

He felt the press up against his bladder, against his prostrate. His legs quivered, moved apart a bit more, and once more he felt the hard slap of Jason’s hand against his cheek. Then another whack on the other, then another again, as he began to slowly gyrate his hips. The cock inside didn’t just fill him, but it began to jerk around, to dance from side to side,

Pain mingled with pure pleasure as Jason’s cock twisted and jerked inside, then began to slowly pull back. He cried out ‘No’ wanting it to stay, but Jason continued to ignore him, as the huge cock was sliding out. He tried to hold it inside, tried to clench his cheeks tight, to hold the throbbing pole, but he couldn’t as he felt the huge cock head reaching his hole.

Just when he thought he would lose it, Jason suddenly fell forwards onto the small of his back. His sudden weight rammed the huge cock back down into Doug’s body. He cried out, as the huge pole was like a guided missile, the way it was suddenly once more banging up against his prostrate. He fell forward a bit, the hard weight on top making him lose his balance.

Jason’s hand now reached out and pulled him back up, and as he did, he began to pound his ass hard. Doug felt the pain, felt the rolling waves of pleasure too. His eyes were shut tight, as he felt the hips smacking into his cheeks, felt them shudder, felt his body try to move forward, held in check by Jason’s hands.

Sweat was flowing onto his back, and he tried to lift his head up, to look over his shoulder, which he managed briefly. The pain inside, the hard driving press of Jason’s body into his own was too much, but that one glimpse was enough. He saw the fire in his eyes, those lovely blue eyes. He felt it inside too, and the mouth was open, and he could almost hear his hoarse moans through his own groaning voice, through the wild beat of his heart.

Jason’s hair was hanging over his forehead, and his nostrils were flaring as Doug turned back, lowering his head, as his body continued to be pounded. His bed was groaning along with him. The squeaks were loud, as the headboard continued to bang into the wall, in time with the hard banging inside of Jason’s throbbing cock.

Doug could feel it, feel the veins as they filled with blood, thickening the huge cock even more. He felt his muscles break away, as the cock drove past them, like knife though butter. His whole body was jerking, shuddering, as the hard cock ploughed into him.

He wanted to reach underneath, to grab his cock, but he couldn’t. The wild pounding of his ass was too much, as it seemed to go faster with each thrust in. He felt it shake, felt the cock jerking and banging along the sides of his tunnel, of his insides. It felt like it would burst through, come up his throat, as Jason adjusted his position.

Doug felt the hands on either side pressing down on the bed, felt the arms next to his sides, as the body lifted up. He could feel Jason’s legs shoot straight out, feel them tighten to where they were as rigid as beams of steel. Then the pounding in his ass became even harder. It was like being under a jack hammer. The drilling was hard, fast, and he couldn’t keep track of whether the cock was going out or in. The sweat on his back was like being in a rain storm. It kept splattering onto his flesh, as the cock was driven harder and faster.

Then he heard the loud single cry, felt the body above shake. Felt the cock inside of his ass jerk and tremble, then it was suddenly out of his rectum. The ripping of plastic, the hard loud cry coming again, as he felt the first hard splatter of Jason’s cum against his back. Huge gobs of cum seemed to be striking his back, all over. As they hit, as they splattered it was like hot wax dripping onto his body. It burned, then cooled, on the outside, while still warming him.

Doug heard Jason’s sobbing breath, as he felt his cock resting on the small of his back. He felt the cum being wiped across his own shaking body. Then he felt the hands reaching around, and felt his whole body being twisted and turned over.

Suddenly he was on his back, his leg up and over Jason’s body, who leaned forward. Jason took his cock, and was furiously stroking it as his eyes looked up towards Doug’s face. All he could feel was the ache in his balls grow, feel his body trembling uncontrollably, as Jason jerked his cock.

The balls were slung upwards, as he felt his body lose control. He cried out, as he felt the coming explosion from deep inside, then he felt the warm wetness surround his cock. His body lurched upwards, as he felt himself explode, felt the constant waves of pleasure filling his whole body. His rectum ached, but it was nothing to the immense warmth he was feeling inside of him.

His eyes were shut, but he saw the flashes of lights, tiny dots of color exploding against his eye lids, as he felt his body release its milk. Doug cried out, opening his eyes to see the room spinning a little, then down at his jerking cock, that was hidden by the hunched over upper body of Jason. Doug realized his cock was inside of Jason’s mouth as he shot his load.

He felt it leaving, felt his cock head jerk back, then fire forward like a bullet, spewing his milk into the waiting throat. He felt the lips around his throbbing cock, felt them tighten as his cum gushed out, and flowed back around his cock head. Doug cried out, as Jason swallowed and swallowed again, taking Doug’s cum.

He lay back on the bed, totally exhausted as the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock. His body was bathed in sweat from both of them, as he felt Jason slowly fall across his legs, then slowly move up on the bed, to lay next to him. Doug twisted his head to stare at Jason’s face. He saw the eyes staring at him, the smile across his mouth, that made him wiggle in a bit closer, letting their bodies nestle into each other.

‘You really do like my ass, don’t you?’

Jason smiled more as he reached over with his hand, wrapping it around Doug’s still body. His hand moved down till it rested over the hip.

‘It’ll do’

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It knocked on the door and Mrs Maple opened to meet Nore’s gaze. Hi Nore what a nice surprise, what can I do for you? He asked for some apples, she gladly gave them to him. He moved on to the next house asking for some flour. He went to each house asking for something. He was in a hurry the time was running out. He dropped of everything at the Orphanage kitchen. No one was there. He looked outside then around the inside. The kids was at the town hall watching the Christmas play premier. He took a deep breath lifted his hands and the magic started. All things one could think of to eat at Christmas was made. Plates flew past him and into the dinning area. Tables decorated them self, the decor became very traditional in the rooms of this place. Gold, red and green. It was beautiful. The food once done, disappeared from the kitchen in a puff then appeared on the tables. He looked at his watch he was running out of time, he ran to the living area. There the tree stood he snapped his fingers and presents was magically laid under its branches. He heard the key in the front door. Oh no!

He ran up stairs. He closed the door to one of the bedrooms. He heard the personal scream of happiness. Have you done this, no I have not I don’t know who have done this. All the laughter from the children as they saw all that was there. They had left sad not having anything and returned to all that children should enjoy at Christmas time. Nore smiled, but rushed to the window as he heard someone walking up the stairs. He opened the window and whistled. Within a matter of seconds he jumped out from the window to land on his broom. The door flung open three kids came in seeing the window. Hey someone is in her Miss Flow. The rest of the kids ran up with Miss flow followed they all tried to take a peak outside the window only to see a shadow figure that what seemed to be riding a broom. All the Children saw it for just a second then it was gone. Look a witch one said an other said it’s true it’s true. Miss Flow came to the window looked out not seeing anything. She told the kids to go back downstairs and closed the window She gazed out fast the shook her head. She turned to leave, then looking back one last time she saw it that time just a quick glimpse of the dark silhouette of a person sitting on a broom. She left the room with a smile on her face. 

Nore landed outside his shop. Well I see you and your grandmother are very similar indeed. Nore jumped and turned at the same time seeing Mrs Maple standing there With a big smile that became a slight giggle. She walked passed him, now standing at the door she snapped her fingers and the door unlocked. She went inside with Nore not far behind. 

Sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea, Mrs Maple told Nore that she and a few other ladies belonged to his grandmothers coven. So your witches to? No but thanks to your grandmother we got a spark from her. She gave us a touch of magic Mrs Maple explained. Nore could not wrap his head around all this. Is it not time for you to pack and get going she said. Oh yes thanks Nore replied, he walked towards his room. He turned and Mrs Maple was no longer there. He packed in a haste, for just in a few hours he would be going to the castle. 

The car came earlier then expected. He ran outside. The drove to the castle seemed to take an eternity, something felt strange. 

Nore walked through the door, at once the Queen came towards him. Nore so wonderful to see you. He looked around people walking back and forth, some on ladders trying to hang decorations. As you see you could not afford decorations for this either, so we are trying to spread the decorations you left here at the welcome dinner. Nore smiled as he put his hand behind his back and gave his hand a little wave. Your highness there are some boxes left in the storage space by the stairs on the second floor. She apologized for leaving so abruptly. He was shown up stairs, to his room. The same one as for all his visits. 

He placed the bag on the bed and Lick jumped up on it to take a nap. Nore felt like he should take one to, he was rather tired. It knocked on the door. He opened it and with a fast movement the person on the outside came in closed the door grabbed him and gave him a deep kiss. It was Henry. 

I have missed you so much. Nore responded with a second kiss. I have missed you to. 

Nore followed Henry as they walked around the castle talking. Stopping at every room to kiss. Tongues dancing and hands searching. In such a sort time things had changed. What do you say to a nice horse ride. Nore nodded, but as the were about to ride he explained he had never ridden a horse. Henry laughed grabbed Nore’s hand from the horse he sat on. He almost lifted him with a single grip. Nore sat behind him, his arms around Henry. Now hold on Henry said and took of. Nore laughed the entire time. It was so much fun. They took it easy back up to the castle. So Nore I hope you will be my date for this evening. Its the Winter solstice ball there will be dancing but we don’t have to but I just want to, you know. All I want to say is. Nore placed his lips on Henry’s mostly to shut him up. Henry I’m gladly be your date. Henry blushed and smiled. 

Back inside the castle Henry kissed Nore once more then ran to take a shower. Nore smiled and sighed then began to ran. What should I wear he thought. 

Henry stood in the water running down his naked body thinking of how to do this best. He thought it all had happened so fast, yet he like Nore so much. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Looking over the two options he had in front of him. The black or the blur one humm?

Nore stood completely naked in front of the mirror So let see, He snapped his finger and he stood there all in white. He shook his head at his on reflection, waved his hand now standing in a blue suit. He started to laugh so he waved his hand again now standing in a pair of black pants made of much fabric. Almost like a pair of Aladdin pants. They looked like a long skirt but had cuffs by each ankle. So still pants. A nice black sweater tight and long sleeved. It need something. He snapped his fingers made the sweater longer just under his buttocks. He traced his finger along the neckline and his shoulders. Now exposing his shoulders he snapped his fingers again and a tank top appeared underneath. Last but not least some sparkles he smiled. He looked over at the clock seeing the ball had started. 

He went outside now a bit nervous. He stood at the top of the stairs and took a few steps down, there at half way down Henry stood waiting in a deep black tux. Nore smiled and continued walking, yet seeing all that stood and watched as Henry reached out his hand. Nore took it in his and they went down the last part of the stairs together. First to come forth to them was a man with some similar features as Henry with a lady smiling. Smiling and not with warmth.  

So Prince Henry who might this be? The man asked. He is my boyfriend Henry gave a direct answer, walking away. Nore could feel the stares from them. Elvira came to greet the, kissing Nore on the cheek. Now again Nore felt stares, not so warm. The ball was on the way. Light food mostly drinking. The night was almost over. Nore come with me Henry said and grabbed his hand. They left and went to the back garden, now lit up with strings of light in blue and white colors. He stopped once they reached pavilion. He turned and embraced Nore, kissing him deeply. He ended it and backed off a bit, Nore felt hurt until he saw Henry’s hand reaching out. Would you honor me this dance. Nore blushed. He took it and felt Henry’s chest against him as he came in for a close embrace. 

So who should lead Nore asked. Well obviously me Henry replied. Why is that? Well I’m taller. Nore laughed. So what does that prove. Henry laughed and dipped Nore back then beginning to dance. I’m older, have more muscles. Still not a good point Nore said. I’m a better dancer, I win. He laughed and kissed Nore.

They danced for two hours, even after people had turned to bed. Enjoying them self so much not wanting the night to end. He spent the night in Henry’s bedroom, feeling the hot kisses and warm touches as they laid down naked on the bed. 

It was early once Nore awoke Henry still sleeping, so he decided to go make them some breakfast to eat in bed. Then sun had just started to rise. He walked passed the Queens office noticing the door open just a tin line of light from the room was seen. He took a peak. 

Elvira what are you doing up He asked seeing the queen sitting by her desk. I have not been to sleep yet She answered. Nore went up to her. What’s wrong Elvira. Its still the budget. Nore sat down. Who much is needed for next years budget? Its over a hundred million that is needed. I just don’t know where all the money has gone. Nore could see she was sadden she really cared about her people, her country. My I have a look Nore asked. She gave the papers to him with a bit of hesitation. Nore stood up and went over to the queens side. He took her pen. If you take the half of this and a third of that place it there and there then take the remaining of the household budget your good for the first half year at least. The queen rose fast giving Nore a big hug. you have saved me. I’m sure with some fund raising we can manage the rest of the year now. The Queen laughed grabbed the phone and called the money manager directly. Nore left smiling. 

He thought to him self as he walked to the kitchen that maybe he can do other things then just magic. 

Once back in the room Henry woke up as he closed the door. Seeing Nore carrying a tray with pancakes, fruit and chocolate sauce. Oh just perfect he said. He grabbed a piece of fruit and pulled Nore close. The fruit placed between his lips. Nore took a bite. Sharing the fruit that ended with a good morning kiss. 

Only Two days until the Christmas eve feast. This two days were spent with much fun. Nore went playing with the two kids in the snow. As he he did Henry stood there by the window looking at him smiling. You like him a lot don’t you son? Henry turned around seeing his mother. Yes I do he answered. The queen smiled. Then tell him that and I guess he is still waiting for that apology. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked out the window with him. He sure is good looking, well behaved and have a long history with this country. The kids like him and so do I for that matter so you have my blessing son. Even if this will cause some trouble I think we can handle it. Henry grabbed his mothers hand in thanks them both not saying anything more. They just looked. 

The night of the Christmas eve feast came. Nore now dressed in white similar to what he had worn on the winter solstice ball. He now danced with Henry, kissed him and talked to all the guests. At the table he talked to countess Vivian cousin to Elvira. Older cousin. You see I was so close not coming today, I have such terrible aching joint in my fingers. I think I can help you Vivian Nore said. He reached into an empty pocket. Henry looked as he pulled out a cream jar. He squinted his eye’s there is no way he could have had that in his pocket this whole time. Nore massaged some on the countess hands. Just minutes later. This is not real, it cant be m hand feel fine She said almost crying. Nore smiled. Nore was well treated by all, well all except two. 

Henry clinked his glass everybody turned. He stood up. I would like to give thanks to all who came to the castle this winter. I do hope you all have had a really good time for I have had a wondrous time and want all to have the same. I would give my biggest thanks to Nore, he as given us and others so much. He has really made this Christmas magical. So with that I want to say. Henry swallowed as he went down on one knee, Nore would you do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage and I do hope this is a good apology he said with a slight giggle. All in the room gasped. Waiting in suspense. Yes You hear escape softly from Nore’s lips.  

Henry grabbed Nore and pulled him in for a kiss. All cheered. Raising there glasses, in a toast. A man had walked in to the room and whispered something to the Queen. As the toast was over the Queen stood up. This was such joyous but I do have bad news. All looked at the Queen Nore and Henry the most. The fireworks will not be part of this evening for the man in charge of the arrangement have gotten stuck in traffic. Nore stood up smiling, I think it all will work out just fine. It should be about time now lets all go outside he said. All standing in the back garden looking up at the sky, Nore snapped his fingers behind his back. With that the light show in the sky began, flowers of colors and glitter exploding in the night sky. I told you all that he would be on time. Henry kissed his cheek. Nore the one who pulled Henry in for a warm embrace this time. He kissed him. Then hugged him. Henry noticed in the corner of his eye a car pull up with the car having writing on the side. Fantastic Fire. He looked at Nore. What is it my love? Your not a witch are you Henry asked. Nore giggled just saying silly then giving him one more kiss. 

The end…

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So that’s all about that summertime, i remember it was so good (2016). I went on a trip to the beach and it was a “long” time since i had sex, so i did went to travel not thinking much about it (sex), but since i use GrindR, a message popout to me on my phone, it was a big guy who looked really strong and he was even a little rude “Hey bitch want to suck cock” and i started to get horny and sent him some naked pictures showing my ass and my face to him.

The thing was he was crazy for sex and we were like 1 mile away from each other. So i asked if he had a place where we could make out since i was with my family, them he said i could give it to him on his apartment… So i went there and like the photos he was a really big guy and we started to do that little talk while he was always passing his hands on his pants to show me how big he dick was.

So i went a little horny and started to put my hands on it and he started to kiss me and getting me naked, them he finally pull out his pants with that monster cock it was so big even doe it wasn’t hard, i honestly never felt so excited. Them he asked me to get on my knees and he started to beat my face while he wasn’t hard, i was so nasty that my i felt like my ass was burning to have that big cock inside me, so after he got me “cock beated” he started to fuck my throat i wouldn’t call it a simple blow job because he really went down till i choke and he squezed my nose so i couldn’t breath while he was inside my mouth and he started to get really hard and i couldn’t believe how big his cock was, my little tiny dick looked like a finger next to that monster cock, so he said to me “You know you’re a sissy bitch made to ride and worship real man like me” and them i got on “ecstasy mode” he was calling me all names while i was getting my ass pounded by that monster cock, it hurted so much because im tight but it was sincerely the best fuck i ever had, at some point he got my all pointed up and he stoked all his size inside me thats when i started to scream like a bitch and asking for more and more till he cummed inside my ass

I really felt like my ass was raped hahahahaha it was so open up that i think you could put a whole beer inside it, he really made my ass into a pussy and the thing is even it hurted a bit i loved that cock, i would give it to him everyday if i could

So, I didn’t know there was a difference between a gay sex shop and a regular one. I just walked in. Lot’s of leather and plastic toys everywhere. I wandered for a long time looking for something to give my girlfriend as a joke for Valentine’s day. Crotchless panties or something. I finally located a section of ladies kinky bras, panties, corsets, garters, etc.

I was having trouble finding a women’d medium. All the sizes were weird. I looked at a large pair of pink panties. They had a hole in the front, and onother in the back. But the hole in the front wasn’t where it should be. It was much higher. I was confused.
Some one touched me on the shoulder. I jumped. “Let me help you with that. Here is a size that should fit you.” Handing me a smaller pair, but still pretty large, middle age man. I assumed he worked there. “Oh, they’re not for me.” I blushed for some reason.
“You can try them on in the back. He motioned to the back of the store. There was a narrow hallway with not too many lights on. “That’s OK. I’m just looking.” What a stupid thing to say. “Well, I’m looking too. Folow me.” He took me by the arm and walked me through the store tward the hallway. He was firm, but I wasn’t too terrified yet. Halfway there he paused at a sale display. He picked up something, then continued to lead me away.

“Look, I’m really not sure about these.”

“I said I’ll help you.” He held the panties up as we walked. Then he showed me the item he had picked up. He had a package of bondage gear. A starter set. A red rubber ball gag and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. There was a picture of a girl gagged and cuffed on the front of the package. Bondag gear! What was he going to do with that?

The door opened and he pushed me in. he pulled my shirt up over my head. My arms pinned up and I couldn’t see. I heard his pulling the plastic pachage apert. I sruggled a little, but he had me pinned against the wall in the corner of the small room. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I felt the leahter wrappung around one wrist. It was sticky and smelled musty. Buckled tight. Then the other. He pulled my arms down and back behind me. My shirt came down with them. I heared a click as the cuffs were locked together. “Now, lets see what we have here.”

He turned me facing him. Pushing me back against the wall again. He was older, amybe 45. A little gray. Hadn’t shaved in a few days. He was bigger and stronger than I. But he had a charming little smile when he spoke to me. “I’m going to take your pants down, and put you in these panties. OK?”

I didn’t respond. I was frozen there. “Good.”

He quickly opened my pants. They hit the floor. He waited. I slowly stepped out of them. He leaned down and slipped one of my feet through the opening in the panties. Then the other. He looked, but didn’t say anaything about my dick hanging there. But when he pulled the panties all the way up, it twinged, and grew a bit. “I don’t know why it did that.”

“I do.” And he kissed me. Right on the mouth. I’d never been kissed by another man before. He held me there, agains the wall, kissing me. He opened my mouth with his tongue and rolled it around inside. Wet and warm. I was getting dizzy. “What the fuck?”
“Quiet, sweetie. You’re going to like this. I promise.”

He moved one hand in front and the oher behind my new pink sissy panties. He pulled my half hard dick through the hole in the front. His other hand was pressing up between my ass cheeks through the hole in the back. I almost passed out. He kept kissing me. I couldn’t stop him. I had almost a full hard on.

He wrapped his fingers around it and started squeezing. Is he is going to jerk me off? One finger popped inside my ass hole. I squirted all over his hand and the panties. “You can keep them. I’ll buy them for you.”

Hey y’all. I hope everyone’s holiday was great. Mine was. I got a much needed week off. I hope you enjoy this story. It was a great night indeed. I look forward to your comments and emails. As always, they are very appreciated.

Thanks, Aiden

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It was the first nice weekend of the spring, weather-wise. There was no rain in the forecast and the temperatures were foretasted to be mild so I thought, hmmm, we should do a bonfire this weekend. I called out to Kyle who was in his room, “Hey Kyle, what are your and Mike’s plans this weekend?”

“I dunno, why?” Kyle yelled back.

“It’s gonna be a nice weekend, I wanna have a bonfire. You should see if Mike has plans!” I yelled back and Kyle agreed, probably still propped up on his elbows in his bed drawing.

Kyle liked to draw and he was pretty good at it too. One time I was in his room and there were a couple of drawings laying on a table next too his bed. The subject matter was a bit odd. They were anthropomorphic animals, mainly dogs and foxes. They were always drawn standing human-like on their hind legs, thick veiny erect human penises posing in an erotic or dominating stance with a sexy smirk on their faces. In the future, Mike would move in and they would move into the privacy of an actual bedroom where after I evicted them, much to my surprise and the surprise of my then fourteen year old daughter’s, she would find dozens of these drawings. But, I digress.

It was Wednesday afternoon and I was booked at a local dive bar for a show. I am an entertainer of sorts, and decided I would invite some folks over for beer, bourbon and a bonfire. As usual, my bar gig went well, and I mentioned the gathering to about a dozen people in hopes that about half would show up, as is what usually happens. When I got home that night, Kyle was up waiting for me to let me know that Mike was free and excited to come hang out with him.

Friday night rolled around and I was putting the final touches on cleaning up the house and putting the beer on ice as the sound of knocking came from the front door. I opened the door to find Michelle waiting patiently with her bottle blonde hair and dark roots freshly styled and her tight jeans.

“Hey chicca!” I said to her with a smile as I stepped aside and waved her in.

Michelle and I had been hanging out for a few months, a few late night drunken and unregretted sexual encounters. She was older than me by a few years and wore her age well. “Hey boo!” she answered pulling me in for a hug.

“Come on in.” I said breaking the really comfortable hug and leading her towards the kitchen. “Kyle is already here, Mike should be here shortly and I have no clue who if anyone else is coming.”

“Hey girlie!” Kyle yelped as he emerged from his room and quickly walking over to wrap Michelle in his arms.

The three of us chatted for a few minutes while I pulled all of the liquor out and put it on the counter, grabbed some shot glasses and put the by the alcohol and put some Solo cups out. I let them know that I was going outside to start the fire and put some chairs out. They followed as they gossiped about whatever they were gossiping about.

I was stacking wood in the burn pit when I noticed Mike coming around the house headed our way. He was wearing some kind of tight fitting pants which was really out of character for him. His normal style was baggy dark pants and some kind of T-shirt that he chose to replace with a tight filling white tank top. I stopped what I was doing for a few seconds and watched him walk towards us until I remembered Michelle was there with us. Feeling conspicuous that she might notice, I shouted out a howdy and went back to getting ready to light the fire.

After he said his hellos to the three of us and gave Kyle a hug and kiss he looked at me and asked “Imma grab a beer, y’all want one?”

And that’s where it starts.

A few hours later, it was dark, the fire was crackling and a couple of the liquor bottles now resided half empty on the ground near our feet. The conversation had transformed from innocent to dirty as Michelle was quizzing Mike and Kyle about being gay and gay sex. The subject made me feel a little uncomfortable because even though she and I had many conversations of the few months we had been fucking, she had no clue about my true sexuality.

“You used to date women?” she asked Mike curiously.

“Yeah, all through high school.” Mike affirmed proudly.

“How did you move to men?” she probed Mike.

“I was hanging out with some friends. We had been drinking and talking, a lot like tonight the conversation changed. One of my close friends had a little too much to drink and started flirting with me.” he recalled as Michelle seemed to be hanging on every syllable he said. “I was pretty drunk too and let him carry on until it got to touching. He asked me if he could give me a blow job and I was already horny and really drunk so we walked outside and went behind a shed in the back yard.” he continued.

Kyle and I were listening too. I don’t know how Kyle felt, I imagine it made him a little uncomfortable to hear about his lovers sexcapades but it had me turned on. Michelle was still very intrigued as Mike continued.

“When I felt his mouth take my cock, my knees almost buckled. It was my first blow job. I had never felt anything like it before. He stood up and leaned in to kiss me and then he started undoing his pants and told me he wanted me to do it to him now. I hit my knees and grasped his hard cock and looked at it in the dark. I couldn’t see it very good, but I licked his head and he instantly moaned.” he paused as if he was actually feeling the shaft in his mouth.

Oh my god Mike.” Michelle cried out. “That’s so hot. How did you lik…well, I guess I know how you liked it.” she corrected herself as she looked over to Kyle and smiled.

“I’ve never been with a girl!” Kyle confessed as he changed the direction of the conversation away from Mike.

“Really?” Michelle asked fully surprised. Kyle confirmed his admission.

“Would you wanna be?” Mike asked with a grin stretching across his face.

“NO!” Kyle answered quickly. “I don’t want to fuck a girl. But I would like to eat one out.” he admitted sheepishly.

After the surprise wore off Kyle asked Mike if he was upset and Mike quickly admitted to being surprised and denied being mad. He told Kyle that it would be alright if Kyle wanted to try it.

“I’m not the jealous type babe.” he said. “I don’t mind if you wanted to satisfy a curiosity.”

Michelle took this as a personal challenge. She wanted to be Kyle’s first and she was very open about it. After a couple more shots and some convincing the four of us were headed to the house to have Kyle explore Michelle’s womanhood while Mike and I watched.

Once inside, Michelle started stripping her clothes off and was naked before she made it to the couch to sit down. Nervously, Kyle pushed the coffee table back as he knelt between her legs. After watching Kyle do his thing and listening to Michelle instruct him, I looked up to see Mike with his cock sticking out of the zipper of his pants and stroking it. As if I wasn’t turned on enough with the conversation and the action going on beside me on the couch Mike had to go and do this. I decided it was my turn.

I unfastened my belt and pants and wiggled them down to my knees and started stroking my own hard cock. I had Kyle and Michelle next to me moaning and groaning and Mike standing on the opposite side of the room, my attention was mostly on Mike’s cock in his hand.

Drunk me told myself it was ok so I motioned for Mike to come to me. He knelt down in front of me and removed my hand from my cock as he gripped me firmly and took over jacking me off. Michelle looked over at me, down to Mike’s hand and back up to me. She smiled. That was the approval I needed.

I leaned forward and pulled Mike’s face to mine and kissed him. He opened his mouth and received my tongue as he offered me his. I hadn’t kissed Mike yet. I had thought about it a lot. I had thought about a lot of things with Mike during the time I’ve know him. But we had not done anything before now. I was getting some thing I had wanted for a long time. Suddenly, in my mind he and I were the only ones in the room.

Breaking the kiss, Mike smiled at me, looked over to his man between the legs of a woman and leaned back into my lap taking my cock in his mouth again, and began impaling himself with it. I locked my fingers in his shaggy brown hair and watched him. His left hand was gripping the base of my seven inch cock and his right hand was moving across my abs pausing every few seconds as he concentrated on blowing me.

With my fingers still locked in his hair, I pulled his head all the way down my shaft causing him to start to gag and struggle to breathe. I held him there for about ten seconds before I allowed him to come up for air. He came up off of my cock to catch his breath. I released his hair and kind of tugged on his arms signalling him to stand up.

Once he was standing in front of me, I scooted forward on the couch and reached for his pants. I unbuttoned them and pushed then down his hips to his ankles. His cock was standing perfectly straight and pointing to the sky. I took his shaft in my hand and wrapped my fingers around it. “Finally!” I thought to myself as I started stroking up and down his pretty six inch dick. I couldn’t wait to taste it. Licking my lips, I leaned in, opened my mouth and took in about two inches before I closed my lips around him.

I didn’t move up or down. I stayed there and rolled my pierced tongue around the rim of his mushroom, across his slit and back around the soft head of his hard cock before I slid them down to his shaved base and slowly moved back up. I could feel my mouth salivating over his meat as I continued to bob my head up and down, tasting his smooth skin. Occasionally, I could taste just a hint of his salty pre-cum sneaking out into my mouth. It tasted like heaven to me in that moment. However it was short lived.

Sadly, he pulled himself out of my mouth and went to his knees. The sadness faded immediately as he raised my left leg and rested it on his right shoulder. Within a few more seconds, I was leaned back, both of my legs on his shoulders and I was feeling his tongue drifting down my balls and along my crack. He sent my skin into goosebumps as his tongue hit my pucker.

He teased my hole for what seemed like ever, making me beg him to tongue fuck me. “Push it in!” I moaned through heavy breathing. “Come on man, push it in!”

After teasing me with a few shallow thrusts of his tongue slightly breaching my tight hole, he shoved it in as far as he could get it. I breathed in deeply and moaned out on a heavy exhale. I’ve only been rimmed one other time and it didn’t compare to the tongue lashing I was getting at this moment. It was obvious to me that Mike was truly enjoying his task and I knew I was enjoying it. But I wanted more. I wanted more than his tongue to fuck me.

“Mike, fuck me!” I moaned. “I want you inside me. Fuck me!”

He ignored me. He wasn’t done eating my ass. His tongue probed me, flicked across my rim and was buried inside me again, and again and again. I could feel my cock stiffen with every jab of his tongue. It was amazing, but I wanted him in me. “Mike” I growled, “FUCK ME!” This time, he lashed at my man hole with the tip of his tongue slicking up my passage.

He leaned straight up on his knees and guided his cock up to my slippery and relaxed sphincter and slowly invaded my cavity. I sighed in ecstasy as he slowly buried his cock head against my prostate and beyond. Once his pelvis landed against my ass cheeks, he wiggled a little to get a better angle and slowly started fucking me. It almost felt passionate as my ass muscles hugged his shaft.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, “I’ve been wantin this for years Mike.” I reached through my legs and put my hands on Mike’s chest, wrapping my fingertips around his ribs as he continued to slowly pump in and out of me. I slid one hand over his chest and gripped his nipple giving it a slight twist. That action made him speed up his pace a little.

“Dammit boy!” I sighed out as he continued to make full thrusts in and out of my hole. I started wiggling my hips and contracting my sphincter around his cock. He lifted on hand off of the couch and wrapped it around my throat. I lost my mind, I didn’t know I was in to being choked. Now I know. As he squeezed tighter and cutting of the blood flow to my brain, I felt my cock stiffen and start to pulsate. I knew I was about to unload wads of cum all over me. Two more thrusts and it was all over. As the first stream of cum shot out from my cum hole, Mike released my throat. The blood rushed to my brain making me feel euphoric as my hot wet cum hit me in the face. The next volley of cum landed on my chest and the rest puddled in my belly button.

As I was cumming, my ass muscles were convulsing in perfect time with my throbbing cock, squeezing and relaxing around the shaft of Mike’s swelling cock pushing him overboard. “I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” he groaned.

“In me. Fill my hole with your cum Mike!” I cried out.

He grunted and stopped his motion. I could feel his cock begin to throb inside me as it was threatening to shoot off in my gut. After the second flex of his cock, I felt his cum shoot out and start to fill me. I pushed myself hard against him and started rocking my hips trying to milk every drop of his cum out of him. He was breathing hard with sweat running down his forehead, I was panting and feeling his cum start to leak out of me and down my ass crack. My eyes were closed, my mind was reeling and I could feel Mike’s cock start to shrink inside me creating a larger exit for his cum to push out.

I felt movement beside me and didn’t think anything of it until I felt a mouth on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Kyle in my face, cleaning my cum off of my face. Before I knew it, Michelle’s tongue was brushing across my chest pushing my cum around in my chest hair. Mike pulled himself out of me and started slurping the cum out of my belly button.

Kyle got up and left the room returning with a towel and started cleaning my backside of Mike’s cum. All of the attention I was getting made my cock start to swell again. When everyone was satisfied that everyone was clean, Mike and Kyle got up and retired to Kyle’s room. Michelle and I sat on the couch for a few minutes until we heard moans coming from the guys in the next room. We decided it was time for us to retire to my lair. I don’t know what Mike and Kyle continued in the privacy of his room, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want details on Michelle and my after party. However, I will leave you with this, It was a good night for all of us.

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It was two in the morning when I got his text. It was sloppy with tons of typos, but read “hope u r ready to serve your full purpose.” I instantly knew what this meant. I had served as his toilet for months now, knowing he planned on feeding me anything you would feed a toilet. Learning how to eat his shit seems like it was years ago. Since then I’ve learned how to take his firm logs and liquid diahrrea. Both were more than challenging but he accepted nothing less than the entire contents to be swallowed. Of course he feeds me his piss as well. He’ll sit on the rimseat (aptly named his throne) and trims his pube hair right into my mouth. It has a wiry taste and is soon accompanied by the sound of his nails being clipped and deposited on top. He once trimmed his beautiful beard into my mouth. I tried to tell him that was a sinks job but that just got me a hard smack across the face. He once had a horrible cold and came over to shoot his running nose right into my mouth. I was then made to clean each of his nostrils. It’s the closest we’ve ever been to kissing.

After everything I’ve ingested, I still had a pit in my stomach and waited nervously on the floor for his arrival.

He walks in, or stumbles in is more accurate. I never lock my doors in case I am needed.

Even when he’s beyond shitfaced he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Beautiful green eyes. He’s musclular and hairy. He works out 5 days a week and always showers at my place after fully using me. He works his ass more than any other part. He always tells me to thank him for getting to make out with his muscle hole.

We sometimes talk but more often than not he prefers silence.

He looks down. “Look at you all ready for me” He flashes his evil grin.

He’s barely coherent but explains his night. He was out with his boyfriend and some friends celebrating his boyfriends birthday. I’ve gone to the bars he hangs out at. I once said hi while he was ordering drinks, but he ignored my words and returned to his friends. I guess it’s understandable. The next day I received a black eye and was made to kiss his fist.

He bends down. “Arent you so lucky? You’re finally fulfilling your full purpose.”  

He continues. “Are you excited?”

I lie.

He asks if theres anymore beer in the fridge. He often likes to drink while he eats during lunch break and I eat his hole.

He comes back with not only a beer but my bottle of tequila. He sits down next to my body on the floor. Something he rarely does. Amazing to my eyes he downs three shots without any problems. He wobbles back and forth.

“Are you ready?” He mutters. “Open wide”

Im reluctant but his mouth is coming straight for my own.

He makes the loudest sound as he vomits straight into my own mouth. It continues and continues.

Snot and entrails linger between our mouths.

“Fuck!” he says. “I really needed that”. He laughs.

Im swallowing. The taste is like nothing else I’ve experienced. It’s the first day of eating his shit all over again, but worse. I bite into different chunks as I swallow.

“Does it taste good? Me and my boyfriend went to this fancy Michelin restareaunt and I had the Prime Rib. I guess eating my handmedowns is just as good, right?” He quickly looks around the room. “Im going to guess it’s the closest you’ll get to a fancy dinner”

He starts to gag again before curling over and shooting right down my throat. My eyes water and it’s so unbearable that I contemplate getting up and stopping this. I don’t though, I don’t want him to think im not useful.

I just open up and accept. It goes back to being like im not there.

He eventully calms down. He unzips his pants and pulls out his 8 inch thick cock. He jerks it hard for a minute before shooting right down my throat. I know better than to touch his dick with my tongue. This is rare and I show my appreciation.

He gathers himself.

“Ill see you in the morning. Ill be needing to take a massive dump. I really do appreciate the service you provide. Theres no other object like you. You’re a pathetic loser that I love to use”

He spits in my mouth and leaves.

Months go by with my usual service before I receive the text “sick with the flu. Either you take care of me or you wont see me for a month”. I wasn’t certain what this meant but I couldn’t go a month without serving a purpose.

He arrives looking horribly ill. He makes himself comfy in my bed and I soon learn that I am made to be his bedpan for this duration. I fear the healthiness of this but I stupidly accep regardless.

I ended up getting the flu but even when I was bed ridden, he expected me to be able to accept his waste and keep it completely down. If I didn’t I would never see him again

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Today I was going through the stories archive on my blog and I stumbled across something I wrote nearly a decade ago.  This is a true story and while I kept in touch with the couple for a while, I haven’t spoken to them in years.  Once I’m finished editing this I’m going to Facestalk (Facebook stalk) then and see where they are living and what they are up to.

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Let me set the scene and update anyone who hasn’t been reading the blog for the last couple of months. I’m new in town but have become friends with a group of people who do a bit of hiking and snowboarding.  In this group there is this the ‘bi swinging couple’, as they have been referred to. The bi swinging couple are Nikki and Matt. Nikki is Canadian and runs the kids ski school and Matt is a Kiwi. About a month ago Nikki introduced me to Sandra who goes to uni in the big smoke (about 1 and a half hrs from here) but hangs out in the ski town a few weekends a month. She is kinda cute and we hooked up the first night I met her, turned out Nikki was pretty open minded (I did write about that because she just about begged me to fuck her arse).

I see the ‘bi swinging couple’ around town couple of times a week but I’ve never had a chance to let it be known that I’m also bisexual and would love to play with them.
OK so there are introductions of who everyone is. Last night there was a BBQ at Jeff’s place. Sandra was there and kinda attached herself to me which was sweet. The bi swinging couple were there, and Sandra was staying at their place. Every chance Sandra gets (like the hallway leading towards the bathroom) she jumps me, kissing and then rubbing me until I’m nearly rock hard and then walking away, lucky for me I was wearing speedos so they hid my boner a little bit when I had to return to the party.

Usual party. mostly couples so just sitting around the bone-fire drinking copious amounts of booze and talking about the snow that is kinda here but kinda not.  As the night moves on the drinking continues and I’m feeling very nice!  One has to drink to keep warm in British Columbia in December.  

The night starts winding down and Sandra tells me that I’m going home with her. We taxi back to Nikki and Matt’s house and more drinking! I hadn’t been to their house before so I got the grand tour, I couldn’t help thinking of the fun they get up to when I was shown their bedroom. Then the good bit came, they have a spa (or a hot tub as some call it). With drinks in hand the spa was proposed and was accepted as a good idea unanimously. What surprised me was that everyone just started stripping down. Nikki and Sandra were the first undressed down to these tiny little g-strings. I started getting undressed and I looked up to see Matt getting into the spa in a pair of black speedos! I was starting to wonder how I’d explain wearing my speedos on a winters night but now I was fitting in.

The girls were giggling and playing around, then Nikki asks me if I’ve ever seen two girls kiss. I have and I think watching two beautiful women making out is one of the hottest things on the planet.  The girls started kissing. Then Matt said to me “Well they’ve both kissed maybe we should return the favour, you OK with that Dave?” Trying to hide my enthusiasm without saying a word I moved over to Matt and started kissing him, it was no grandma ‘kiss-on-the-cheek’ either.

With that our drinks were all empty and Matt got up out of the hot tub to refill. His cock was at full mast and in his tiny black speedos, he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. The girls were still giggling and Sandra moved over to my side (the boys side) of the spa and gave me a kiss giving Nikki a nice view of her g-string covered pussy from behind. Matt returned and Sandra returned to her place next to Nikki. Matt handed around the drinks and put down a handful on condoms saying “I think we might be needing these.” Matt also caught me enjoying the view of his hard cock fighting against the lycra of his speedos. Once back in the spa he said to me “Sandra told us that you liked speedos.” By now the girls were back and kissing each other (which was definitely good because I think Matt and I needed some time to explore). By now things were definitely on so my reply to Matt was “Did Sandra tell you how much I love sucking cock?”

“She didn’t mention that, but perhaps you can show me Dave.” With that Matt sat up on the side of the spa and pull the front of his speedos down to reveal his shaved cock that was fully hard. He had a average sized cock pretty similar to mine and was cut. The girls had broken off their kiss and I could feel their eyes I worked my mouth down Matt’s cock for the first time.

I worked 2 fingers in Matt’s arse and concentrated on sucking and stroking him at the same time. It wasn’t long before he dumped his warm cum in my mouth. I took it all. As Matt sat back in the water the girls had copied our position with Sandra sitting on the side of the pool and Nikki eating her out. I was rock hard and with Matt’s wandering hand the drawstring of my speedos had been undone.

“Sandra also mentioned that you love fucking arse?” With that the only response was for me to grab a rubber. Matt leaned out the spa and I was surprised I could get inside him so easily without extra lube, I’m guessing that Matt had taken it up the arse before. With the alcohol I lasted longer than I should have but still there was only maybe 20 or 30 strokes and I was cumming as I slapped Matt’s arse.

And that was pretty much it for the night – the girls got each other off and it was about 2am so like zombies we all headed to bed. Nikki and Matt had to work early today so were gone before Sandra and I woke up. I told Sandra that I had some work to do today and said my goodbyes, she had an awesome night and so did I. I’m really looking forward to catching up with Matt again and I’m sure this will become a regular thing!!!

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Thinking back Matt and I did have some fun that winter but it was only the two of us playing, I never got to play with Nikki.  When she was out of town we’d get together and twice we repeated the hottub session with Matt and I sucking and fucking in front of her.
Keep an eye on my blog in case I do manage to get in touch with them.  Could be a fun reunion.

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Like an idiot I put in the ring gag, buckled and locked it, cuffed my ankles to the bottom of my chair, and finally cuffed my hands in front of me. I was facetiming him, letting him watch me gag and cuff myself. I’d already put on mom’s bra, panties and pantyhose for him. I’d brushed my hair and put on her red ‘fuck me’ lipstick. He sent me $100 on my PayPal account. It should have been OK. He said he lived in Boston. I was in Seattle. It was fun. The bondage gear he mailed me was expensive. I’d never be able to buy it myself. The ring gag had a complicated lock that uses a key to be removed. And of course, the cuffs did too. The keys were locked in a small metal box with a code to open it. He gave me the code before I started. It worked, so I proceeded.

Having my ankles and wrists locked together was naughty. I liked it. I’ve tied myself up before, but these were much more professional. I felt like a hepless captive. I was getting hard. I heard myself cry out a loud ‘Ahhh!’ when the ring forced my mouth all the way open. Buckling the wide shiny leather strap behind my head pulled it all the way in. My jaw was sore immediatly. I tried to remove it right away. But the lock in the buckle had clicked closed, and there I was. With my hands cuffed, I really couldn’t reach back to fumble with it anyway. I was looking for the metal box.

He asked me if I was thinking about his long, hard cock slipping through the ring and into my deep, wet waiting mouth. I typed in I wasn’t. And shook my head. More. ‘Ahhhh… ahhhhh.’

The code wasn’t working. I tried and tried. I typed him my frustration. I asked him to repeat it, even though I’d written it down. He just laughed. He pointed his laptop at his crotch. He was naked, and hard. “Just think about how good this going to taste, sweetie.”

I heard my back door open. I jumped. Loooking at my computer screen I saw the inside of my house. He was here! He was in. He was coming into my room!

He was a bit fatter and hairier than he had told me. He just said hello, and put a black nylon bag over my head. “Let’s go.”

I heard the clicking of the cuffs. I was hoping he was letting me go. Silly me. He used them to secure my hands behind my back. I was shackled from the ankles and could barely walk. He took me through the house, outside and into a SUV or a van. Pushed me down on the floor and used some long straps to secure me there. All I could do was say ‘Ahhhhh!’ We drove away.

He asked if I wanted the gag out. I quickly nodded. He unlocked it and pulled it out. Drooling and gasping, I said “Oh my God. Thank you.” I looked around. I was sitting in a stark bedroom. It was dark and cold. Like it was in a basement. He said if I was a good girl, he wouldn’t have to put it back in. I said OK. But my hands were still cuffed behind me. My ankles shackled together. He stood me up and pushed me against the wall. It was hard and cold. His hands were on my chest. He started kissing me. I tried to resist. He kept pushing, and kissing, and groping me. I was struggling. But he had me. I was tired, and my mouth was sore from the gag. I gave in and let him roll his tongue asround in my drooling mouth.

He was pulling at moms bra straps and playing with her panties. Grabbing my ass. He felt me up over the bra, under the bra, pinching and squeezing my fat little boy boobs. Then he slipped his hand under the front of the panties, taking my cock and balls in his hand. I pulled against the cuffs. It was a crazy sensation being bound, kissed like a girl, and molested. The bra straps were tight. Pinching my skin. The panties were pulled up between my ass cheeks. He was rubbing, and squeezing. Kissing and squeezing. Kissing… rubbing…. I was getting hard.

I’d had a couple of girls try to give me a blow job. neither were really very willing, or good at it. But this guy couldn’t get enough. He sucked and sucked and sucked. When I was about to come, he shoved a finger all the way up my ass. It held me from coming for a minute longer. Then I exploded with the mightiest orgasm ever. I’d never felt anythig like it. And I’ve jerked off a lot. I wasn’t sure if it was his expert sucking, his fat funger probing inside, being dressed like a girl, bound and helpless. Or all of them. But it was great. He let me blow in his mouth, then all over his face. He was looking up at me, mouth and face filled and covered in fresh cum.

His hand was wrapped around his cock. He had just blown a load too. He pulled me down on my knees telling me I was to suck him until he comes again. “It might take hours” he warned me.

He video taped me sucking his cock. He had a camera in his hand the whole time. He had asked me to pose, still in the bra and pantyhose. He had removed the cuffs but collared and tethered me to the headboard. For the duration of my time trying to get him off again, I was able to look around the room a bit more. There was a sex bench in the middle of the room. Black leather bench with leather cuffs and straps hanging from it everywhere. And a series of rings bolted to the wall. More cuffs and belts. If I wasn’t scared shitless already, I was now.

By the time he finally came again I was almost use to the taste of his cock and last time’s come. He told me to shower, shave what little body hair I had, and put on the clothes he had there for me. He went upstaird to shower. Leaving me locked in the basement sex room. There was a complete maid’s outfit for me. Dress, corset, lace gloves and black thigh high stockings with garters. And black leather hand and ankle cuffs. Anotherr collar. And a red rubber ball gag.

He came back down as I was finishing dressing. He inspected me. More pictures. He was wearing black boxers. He was fat. Hairy. I didn’t like what I saw. But of course, it didn’t matter. He inspected the cuffs for fit. he told me to wait to gag myself. I wasn’t going to anyway. He took me to the bed and laid me down. “I was going to gag you and fuck you for the rest of the day. But I liked our cock sucking so much, I’ve decided to do that more insted.” He got on me and we began to 69. He held me down.

His cock was fat and choking me. He rolled us over with me on top. He spread my legs and pushed his face in my ass. My black lace panties had holes in all the wrong places. His tongue was licking my hole. I tried focusing on his cock. But I couldn’t. He was jerking me off while fucking ass hole with his long, wet probing tongue. I was holding his cock, gasping for breath, but I wasn’t sucking it. He didn’t seem to mind. He was really working me over back there. I came all over his chest.