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Samuel

   Friday

Dear diary,

The air is still and warm outside, and the room is stuffy, like a greenhouse. It hurts to write, for my fingers tips are full of little cuts from my picking cotton today. As you’d pick the delicate white fluffy balls, some dry sharp tips of the cotton burr pierce and prick your finger tips. Samuel, the son of the owner of the cotton field, says he uses a cotton ball drenched in alcohol and applies it directly to the little cuts. It sure hurts but it really works to relieve the pain and stop the bleeding. No one in the house complains about it, for they say it’s just natural when you’re out working in the fields. I pause and blow my fingers. I can hear the TV from my bed, for my brothers are watching a Western movie. Tomorrow is Saturday and we are picking cotton again. Samuel says we’ve got to take advantage of the good weather and make extra money during cotton harvesting time. I’m saving everything in the bank. My cousin Joana even bought herself a small portable radio from her earnings. She lives in our little town, and I live on grandpa’s farm. We study in the same class in the morning.

Saturday

Dear diary,

It’s time I went to bed. Tomorrow I go to church again, for the evening Mass. I love to sing new hymns, learn new words from the bible, and walk around town in the evening. Mom, dad, Fabrício, and Sérgio went to our cousin’s wedding tonight. She’s the first cousin to get married. Leandro, the groom, is also a farmer and owns a small piece of land. People say their marriage was arranged, like a lot of other Japanese marriages. Cristiano and I decided to stay home. He is in his room listening to music from some cassette tapes he’s recorded. All the money that he earns he buys records and blank cassette tapes. Then, he would record on these tapes his favorite bands and play in his room non-stop. He says all his friends like rock and heavy metal. I prefer classical and church hymns. Well, back to the wedding, it’s not that I don’t like such events, but I prefer to stay home and write my thoughts on my diary. I know all my cousins are going to be there, and it’s going to be an exciting event. I confided to Samuel that I would not go, and begged him not to tell my other cousins my intent. He laughed and asked me why not? There’s going to be nice free food, sweets, a cake, nice people in good clothes, cars, dance, etc. He said it was foolish of me not to go. I later confessed to him I hated when my cousins, uncles, and ants asked me if I had a girlfriend. He chuckled and asked if I did. Well, no. And you? He smiled and shook his head. Then I changed the subject and suggested a bet. He said I would change my mind and go. He was wrong.

Earlier today, he helped me lift my cotton sack, which he said was quite heavy. I’m sure he lied to me, just to make me feel better, for I didn’t pick much cotton, like the others. Maybe because my fingers hurt so much. I had to hide them so that he wouldn’t see the cuts. He drives the large truck that brings the workers and carries the loads of cotton to his dad’s barn. I am glad I live near the cotton fields, so I don’t need to ride the large truck. I overheard some people say that Samuel and other guys were going to play soccer tomorrow. They will also roast meat and drink beer there. I don’t like beer. Cristiano is now trying my door and I tell him to get lost. Luckily for me that I’ve locked it, otherwise I would have no privacy!   

Sunday

Dear diary,

Tonight I’m eating some of the last sweets that mom brought from the wedding. She put them in her large purse and brought for us. I bet most of my aunts did the same. She said the wedding was fine. She also said that people were asking about us. Even grandma managed to go.  

By the way, I didn’t watch Samuel and his team play soccer nor attend their barbecue, like my brothers did. Instead, I walked to the fields and admired the endless cotton plantation. To my shock, some people were working today! Father Simão told us in the evening Mass that people ought to attend Mass and rest on Sundays, for it’s the day of our Lord. I would never work on a Sunday for fear of committing a sin! Then I went down to the spring, where Samuel usually fills the large pitchers with cool water for the workers. In fact, he carries two very large pitchers, for he is a strong young man. We drink a lot of water in the fields. And when we done with our work at the end of the day, we rush to the spring and drink water and refresh ourselves. At times, Samuel would tell us to walk quietly. Then he would shout and a young man and a girl would come out of the woods in a hurry. I didn’t think it was funny, but he and my brothers would laugh hard and tease them.   

In any case, I sat on a stone by the small river and removed my hat. I looked around and began to write very fast, for someone could come by any moment to get water and find me. As I wrote a line, I noticed that some pieces of grass and thorns were stuck to my pants. I put my small notebook and pen aside and began to remove them. Samuel always laughs when I do that. He says his mother and sisters do that for him. He wears some rough jeans and cotton plaid shirts that he always removes because of the heat. His arms are tanned, but his hairy chest and belly are not. Samuel once told me he wanted to buy himself a large farm. I asked him why if his family already owned so much land. He chuckled and said the land ought to be split among his brother and sisters. He just wished to have his own land. I nodded. I told him I was about to finish high school this year and wanted to go to university, though mom and dad had no money for that. He remained quiet, as if searching for something nice to say. He asked me if I was going to be a writer someday. Why do you ask? I turned to him. He said he heard from others I walk around the fields with my pen and notebook. I felt so embarrassed and said no one would ever want to read what I write, for they’re stupid silly things. He smiled and bit a stem of grass. He said he would like to read whatever I wrote. I told him he would laugh. He threw away the grass stem and looked into my eyes. He said he’s never laugh at me.

Oh, boy! I’ve already written this much! I’d better stop here. Tomorrow I’ve got my final tests and school should be over!

Monday

Dear diary,

Today Samuel came to the field with a black eye. People laughed and teased him. They said he fought yesterday because of the soccer game. They said that the other guy, a much bigger one confronted him. They rolled on the grass. Samuel being the smaller man, got the better of the situation though, for he was very strong. I could imagine what the other guy got in return. He wasn’t in his talking mood today and avoided everybody. When I spoke to him, I was dismayed, for I saw a broken front tooth too. His eye and tooth looked bad, but he said he would fix the tooth at the dentist. And the eye, well, it would heal itself. People teased him all the time. I asked him if he was feeling any pain and he said he was only feeling a mild headache. I then poured some water on a plastic cup and offered it to him with a smile. I apologized and said I wasn’t laughing at him. He smiled for the first time and said he wouldn’t think I would. He took the cup with his large and hairy hand and, I could see a tear in his eyes. He said I was his real friend and I blushed. He drank it and said he’d get better because I cared for him. But it was just water, I said. He said it was my kind action that made all the difference. I brushed it off and remained silent. About his eye, truth be said, actually, I think he didn’t look that ugly at all with his black eye and broken tooth. Instead, he looked more assertive and masculine. I don’t know why I am underlying these words. Maybe that’s because they’re new and befitting for him.

Friday

Dear diary,

I haven’t written for four days! Tomorrow I go to church and later I watch a nice movie on TV. All my friends in school are going to watch it. I really want to see it too. It’s a comedy and it’s called The Bird Cage. And by the way, I passed all my school subjects, even math, which I found hard! Samuel said math was easy for him when he was in school, but he hated Portuguese grammar and Brazilian Literature, which I had top grades in my class. He said if he was still in school, he would tag around me for answers on a test. I said I would ask him for some math lessons, but never cheat on a test. He just nodded and dropped the subject. What relief! Now I’m done with high school!   

Samuel said he was going to a ball tonight. He invited me to go with him. But I said I didn’t like those places. He asked me why? I told him I could never stand the noise. Besides, I told him I was scared of people using drugs and drinking alcohol. He laughed and said not everybody does it. I was glad that Samuel didn’t smoke, though he drank beer. People said that Samuel liked to drink beer and ride horses. Some girls that were working near me today were talking about boys. Then, one of them mentioned Samuel’s name. My heart began to pound fast. My cheeks burned. I felt curious and strained my ears to hear them. They said he was not the kind of guy to get married to, being too wild, independent, and queer. They said that he liked parties, soccer, and beer. I had to agree with them. He was quite wild. But why queer if he was so popular and assertive? One girl said that he was already 25. It was surely odd, for he never spoke of girls nor did he have a girlfriend. Anyway, I thought it was just natural, for he hanged out with younger boys, who in turn, weren’t mature enough to date. I wonder about my own life. When would I fall in love? Would this person teach me how to kiss, to make love, like in the movies?

Saturday

Dear diary,

My fingers hurt a bit, but not so much today. And guess what, it was payment day today! Samuel asked me what I was going to do with the money. I told him I was going to put it in the bank. All of it? Yes, I told him. He joked and said I was going to make the bank richer, and we laughed.

Well, tonight something very strange happened after church. I could not believe it myself.

In church, I always sit in the front pew, for I like to pay attention to Father Simão’s sermons. When I received my communion wafer, I saw Samuel in the line too. It was very odd, since I didn’t know he went to church, much less alone for I didn’t see his parents nor his siblings there. Had he committed a serious sin against the Lord that he needed to ask for God’s forgiveness? When he saw me, he smiled and blinked an eye. I blushed and smiled too. As I left the church building, we met again. He was in front of his truck. He said he wasn’t really surprised to know I was actually going to walk all the way back to dad’s farm at night, and alone. I love to walk home at night, I told him. He then offered me a ride in his truck. I was quite glad and of course accepted it! I noticed that he had washed his truck and I even picked a scent of perfume in the leather seats.  He was also well dressed then. He didn’t even look the same person I met in the cotton fields. He looked more mature and smart  and I could even smell of his cologne. He wore a brown cotton shirt with short sleeves, some black dress pants, light gray nylon socks, and polished black shoes. I even teased him if he was going to attend a wedding. He said he wasn’t. The ride home was a brief one. I don’t know why, but intimately, I wished it had lasted a bit longer or that he would invite me to sit by the square, in front of church. That’s the spot young couples would sit and have ice-cream. When he dropped me home, my mother invited him to come over for some coffee and cake. I was sure he would refuse, but to my surprise, he ended up accepting. I helped mother to serve and pour coffee. My younger brother even noticed and complained that I gave Samuel a bigger slice of cake. I told him he was a guest and should have this right. He smiled and said the cake was a real treat. Then he took the cup from my hands and thanked me. I smiled and sat down. Mother asked him several questions regarding his mother and siblings. Dad asked if he was dating a girl, and he said he still didn’t find someone that crazy, and turned to me and smiled. I blushed and drank my coffee. Cristiano, my youngest brother said he should date me. I told him to shut up and left the room. Dad made him apologize. Samuel kindly came to my room and told me it was ok. He promised me that if I returned to the kitchen, he would tell us his favorite stories. He wiped my tears and I told him I was fine. And to my surprise, I learned tonight, that he was a very good storyteller. He amused us with his stories of distant lands, adventures, speaking animals, and people in love. When he left the house, my brother Cristiano teased me again, saying my boyfriend was leaving. I just waited for Samuel’s truck to disappear into the night and fought with him. Mother told us to quit it.

Back to my room, I began to feel conscious, for Samuel entered here and saw how poor and cramped my room is. Yet, he was kind and I really liked his gentle touch.

Dear God, can this be, love?

Sunday                 

Dear diary,

How lazy I feel. I am the last one to get up. I check the time, nine-fifty A.M.! I look out and notice the clouds. I am afraid it might rain, but mom says it will not. I’m still thinking of Samuel’s stories from last night. Where did he learn all that? I’m surely going to write them down, else I’ll forget them. I don’t have a sharp memory like he does. I don’t even have his creativity to think up of different lands and talking animals! My writing is quite limited and I feel conscious about it.   

Ah, one more thing. I must keep my diary at a hidden place, for I’m afraid Cristiano is reading it! No wonder he provoked me last night! How dumb I am! I must be more careful with my things. I’m sure the does it because I’m always telling mom he’s got bad grades in school and show her his minus F grades in tests, which he hides under his pile of records. He says I’m too nosy to meddle with his things.

Well, mother is already calling me to the kitchen to help her. She needs my help to prepare some roasted chicken, after all, today is Sunday and we always have special food then.

Some time at night

Dear God! I really need your help and guidance now! My hands are still shaking and I think I cannot, for tears keeping pouring out, stupid me!

For one thing, my brother knows everything about my feelings for Samuel! I told him if he opens his big mouth, he won’t see his records anymore, and I’d scratch them.

But this is not what I wish to write about here. Oh, Lord! Help me to be an honorable and decent  young man. Help me to find happiness in an honorable and decent way, else, I won’t be able to go to church to worship you anymore.  

Well, where do I start?

Like I said, I helped mom in the kitchen in the morning. Oh boy, we had a full day today! And something, well, something happened to me today.

Samuel and his dad came to have lunch with us. I could not believe it when mom told me dad had invited them. No wonder she was making some special dishes and needed my help in the kitchen. Well, apparently, his mother and siblings were away on an unexpected trip. I think his dad mentioned the death of a distant relative. In any case, I was not expecting them for lunch, so I felt tremendously self-conscious about the clothes I wore and the simple and plain table arrangement. When I helped mom prepare the meal, I was feeling quite clumsy. Then their truck arrived. Dad and my brothers went to greet the guests. Mom and I remained in the kitchen, quickly preparing the last minute arrangements. I could hear Samuel’s voice coming from the veranda. Later, I could hear them playing soccer in the grass pasture. When it was about lunchtime, they all rushed to the kitchen. Samuel and his dad came and greeted mom and I. Samuel particularly liked the food very much. Mom said it was rather salty. But Samuel and his dad said it tasted fine. After the lunch, Cristiano helped mom and I with the dishes. He complained the whole time, saying it was a woman’s job to do them. Mom told him he had to help too, since she had no girls in the house. I smiled and remained quiet. Cristiano saw me smiling and became angry and threatened to tell Samuel I loved him. I was about to stab him with a fork when mom stopped us. She said if we continued fighting, no one would be allowed to go outside for the remaining part of the day. Besides, she’d tell dad to give us a nice beating with his raw leather belt. After we finished the work, all the boys decided to take a swim in the pond. Mom told us not to go swimming right away, since we just had eaten lunch. I felt extremely conscious since I did not have any new shorts to put on. And the ones I had, were from my older brothers and had holes or were stretched or even stained. I would die of shame if Samuel noticed me wearing them. As we arrived at the pond, my brothers removed their shirts and jumped into the water, which they said was great. They splashed water and swam along in circular movements. Samuel turned to me and invited me for a swim. I told him I wouldn’t, for I didn’t have a new pair of shorts to wear. Then he said he wouldn’t swim unless I entered the water too. Then I said I only had my underwear on. He smiled and said he did too. Then he began to remove his plaid cotton shirt, while I also removed mine. I was impressed by his muscular and tanned arms. His chest was strong and hairy. I felt so small beside him. My chest was flat and my body was not tanned. I felt less of a man, standing next to him. Then he removed his jeans in a rather unceremonious manner. I turned my head away and didn’t want to see his privates. I did the same. I felt extremely conscious, for we were the only ones swimming in our underwear. The water was really great and we had a lot of fun that day. Samuel played with my brothers in a water fight. I sat on the edge and watched them play. Then they all decided to come out to dry. I looked at the other way to avoid staring at him in his drenched underwear. After a little while, we put our clothes back on and decided to pick some oranges. In no time, my brothers were already climbing the trees. I and Samuel remained on the ground and ate the oranges my brothers threw for us to catch. Samuel used a very nice penknife and peeled an orange for me. When my brothers got down, he lent them his penknife. And before we went to play soccer, Samuel cleaned his penknife on his jeans, turned to me, and handed me his gift. He said it was a gift so I would not forget him and our friendship. The rest of the afternoon we played soccer.

Yes, for the first time in my life I learned to play it for Samuel insisted I play in his team. He taught me to play and we won the game. Of course we won it because he was in our team. I recall vividly the moment we touched hands to celebrate the victory, locking our fingers together. His hands felt warm and quite callused. It sent shivers through my spine when I accidentally bumped into his furry chest. Several times, when I fell, he came and helped me get on my feet. Then he would pat my back and we would start the game again. In the end, as it was getting dark, Samuel’s dad was getting ready to leave. As Cristiano’s team lost, I teased him. He got mad and kicked the ball far away, near the bushes. I rushed to retrieve it and Samuel followed me. As I grabbed the ball, he looked at me and smiled in a different way. He then approached me and I remained serious, holding the ball and breathing hard. He said he knew I had feelings for him. It was clear then that Cristiano told him everything. I lowered my head and my cheeks were burning in shame. At last I was found out by him, whom I cherished so much being with. I felt his large rough hands touch my shoulders. He lifted my chin and I could feel his manly scent and body heat.

Then he kissed me on the mouth!

I stood there, frozen, mute, in a shock. I didn’t understand my own feelings and lack of reaction. Was it supposed to be like that, my first kiss? He looked away and said he was sorry for what he’d done. He apologized and said he was a jerk, a dishonorable man, who was taking advantage of a vulnerable young man, who had many dreams and hopes in life. He promised me he’d never do that again. I nodded and we returned home quietly, without once turning to each other.  

Saturday

Dear diary,

What a strange week we had. I quit going to the fields picking cotton. As luck would have it, on Friday mom and Cristiano headed for São Paulo, to attend a Shinto religious ceremony for some dead relatives. This way, I had to stay home to cook, clean the house, and take care of the animals.

Wednesday

Dear diary,

I felt so happy that mom and Cristiano are finally back! I got a new pair of jeans, two pairs of shorts, a new pair of tennis shoes. Not to mention a load of used clothes from our relatives from the big city, that can fit the whole family. And those clothes are quite nice and can be used to go out to church!

No, I didn’t go to church this weekend. Dad, mom, and my brothers went. I pretended I had to clean the house or do something else. I cried and felt this enormous hollowness inside me.

Sunday

Dear diary,

Mom and dad said I was going to hell if I didn’t attend church. I couldn’t care for what they said.

My brothers had a nice barbecue in the fields as the owner of the land was closing the cotton picking season. Everybody got money in their pockets. Cristiano said Samuel was there, strong and as happy as ever. He even introduced his first girlfriend, Maria Cristina, to the surprise of everyone. She is a known lady in town, quite wealthy and the owner of much land. She must be at least twice his age.

Why was he doing this?

Why marry her?

Saturday (nine months later)

Dear diary,

Everybody was talking about the murder in town. Maria Cristina was found shot in her bedroom and Samuel was naturally the main suspect of the crime.

In church, I prayed for him, without for a second doubting his innocence. And back to my house, we had a cake.

Oh, God, this is the strangest birthday I’ve ever had. My only wish was to have Samuel free and happy again. I didn’t care if he loved a young beautiful girl in the future. I just wanted him free and happy. I’d give him my own blood to see him well. Everybody in the town said that it was a pity that such a young man was throwing his life in the gutter like that. It was such a shame. His family avoided going to town as much as possible. And our families ceased talking.   

Saturday (three months later)

Dear diary,

Tonight in church, I stood on my knees the whole Mass. Cristiano was the only one who knew why I was doing this penance.

The whole town was talking about Samuel’s trial. There was even a news report on TV about it.

It appears that Maria Cristina was an alcoholic and drug addict. Her brothers avoided contact with her and cut her out of their family. It came as no surprise that she was glad to take in her new boyfriend and lover. Needless to say, their marriage was a disaster. The whole town spoke about their fights in public. She was quite jealous of him and suspected he was cheating on her with other younger women.

On the night of the murder, people told my family she was drunk and wanted to hear his confession. He just told her there was nobody between them. In the bedroom, she held a gun and he had to defend himself. The gun fired accidentally. He called an ambulance, but it was too late for her.

Dad, mom, my brothers, and I looked at each other. It was a great relief this trial was over. In the weeks preceding it, Samuel was taken to jail for a few days. The prosecutor of the case feared he would either try to escape to Paraguay or end his life. His lawyer managed to get him out of jail while awaiting for the trail. Then he just isolated himself at his large farm house. No one, not even his family could make him come out or even see him. Joaquina, his housekeeper was fired. She was the only source of information about what was going on in his household. She also commented that the house was filthy and Samuel didn’t shower. Only a male housekeeper could put up with his bad mood.

But now he’s proven innocent! And this nightmare is finally over!   

Cristiano called me to his room. I was sure he was going to dump some more unpleasant news for me. Instead, he said he was sorry for what he’d done. He said Samuel nor I deserved to be unhappy. He pleaded me to go and try to reach him out. He said I was the only one who could do it. He even admitted having spoken to our family about Samuel and I. I didn’t feel angry at him, but just nodded. I suppose everybody had always suspected Samuel loved me, and I, nurtured feelings for him. He asked me if I loved Samuel. I smiled and said I did. Then he looked into my eyes and told me to save him.

Back to the kitchen, I began to bake a cake. Everybody turned to me. I asked dad to go to town and buy us two buckets of ice-cream, the expensive kind, for I was paying for them. I handed him the money. I took my time to bake the most delicious cake I could ever bake. Cristiano and dad arrived from the town with the ice-cream. Poor brother, he ate so much ice-cream and cake he felt sick.  

I separated a nice thick slice in a plastic ware, for I hoped to pay an old friend a visit on his large farm the next day.

Sunday

Dear diary,

It happened today.

After doing the dishes for our Sunday lunch, I told my family I was visiting Samuel on his farm. They were a little surprised, but were already expecting I did something about this situation. Cristiano said he’d like to come along, but mom and dad said I needed to do this alone. I thanked them and in tears, opened up my heart to them.

Why so much secrecy? Weren’t my family my loving support base in my life?

I told them I was gay and made peace with myself. Then I told them about my first kiss, and why I distanced myself from Samuel, for I felt confused. And by shunning him from my life, I ended up pushing him into this abysm. They told me to stop blaming myself for his own mistakes that he’d made. I nodded and thanked them for their support.

I walked along the dad’s woods and admired his lush green plantation. At the far distance, I saw the old town and even the rodeo area, where children were playing soccer. I smiled and thought of Samuel and my brothers playing and being happy together in a not so distant past. I stepped on the dusty road and left dad’s farm.

Mrs. Maria Cristina’s house was on one of her largest farms, which was next to ours.

I admired the horses, cows, and endless field. At the distance, I saw their large house. I was sure Samuel was home, for he was so secluded and isolated from everybody.

The dog began to bark as I approached the large wooden gate. I saw his truck in the garage, next to another new black luxury passenger truck.

I approached the front door and rang the bell.

Go away! He shouted. When I told him it was me, there was no answer, but door being unlocked and opened slowly.  

Oh, God! He looked aged and pale in his underwear. Though he was still strong and tall, he was sunken into a quiet stupor. I approached him and stroked his dear face. His tears began to fall.

Why visit a dead man, Carl? He asked. 

You’re not a dead man to me, dear. I smiled and looked into his eyes. He looked shy at first. But then I notice a spark in his eyes. I felt his large hands on my shoulders. We hugged and he said he still loved me. We looked in each other’s eyes again and kissed, just like the first time. After our kiss, our faces pressed and hee breathed hard and sobbed.

You’re here! You’re real! You’re so handsome, my Carl! My young lovely Carl! You’ve come to me at last! He said and we kissed again. Then he closed the door. But why did you run away from me, Carl? He asked.

Samuel, dear, back then, I was too afraid of that new feeling in me. You were the first man to kiss me. I was an innocent young man then. How else could I have behaved for I had no one to talk to about my feelings, only my diary. Samuel, now I fully understand why it hurt so much being away from you. I felt a pit in my stomach when I heard you were dating a woman. I spent terrible nights hoping you’d be proven innocent. Samuel, I can’t live without you! I love you, my dear! I said.

We moved to the immense living room. I saw many empty beer bottles scattered around. The entire house was dark and stuffy.

You heard what happened in this house, didn’t you? He asked. I nodded. You know I’m a cursed man, don’t you?

I told him I prayed for him, for his freedom, for I believed he was innocent. He smiled and kissed me again, thanking me for having faith in him. I told him to let bygones be bygones. I asked him to forgive me too for my childish behavior. He smiled and wiped my own tears.

Of course I forgive you, Carl! If it means anything to you, he said. I kissed him and felt his hair, his neck, his warm body.

Samuel, my love, you have nothing to fear from now on, for I’m speaking to my family and moving in here with you as soon as I get their approval. Tonight if necessary! I won’t let you stay here alone anymore! We kissed.

In this case, we’ve got to talk to your folks right away! I can drive you there, he said. I miss your folks so much! We’ve also got to talk to my old folks too. For they’ve been through hell because of me!

You can well imagine the surprised look of my parents and brothers when they saw Samuel and I holding hands together. He sat with my parents and answered to all their questions related to that fatal incident, his feelings for me, and our future plans together. Only then, after our warm and happy dinner together, dad and mom said I could go with Samuel to live a happy life together. He helped me with my suitcase and two boxes of my stuff, for I didn’t own much. Next, he drove to his folks. His mother and sisters only cried the whole time. His dad and brothers never ceased to hug and tease him. I kissed my new parents, and hugged my new brothers and sisters. His dad opened a bottle of champagne and said that it was the happiest night of their lives!

Now I finish these lines while Samuel is preparing our bedroom. I turn to these walls, this immense house, and think of his suffering here. I lament the fact that Mrs. Maria Cristina had to lose her life in such an unfortunate way. Surely tomorrow I’ll ask Samuel to take me to the cemetery, for I hope to light some candles for her and pray for her soul’s rest. Then go to church and ask Father Simão to pray for her soul. 

Tonight is going to be my first night with a man. A man whom I’ve always loved and admired.              

Now I hear Samuel coming to me. I’d better close and write some more tomorrow.

Thank God for our happiness and this new life for us!

The internet is a wonderful shopping tool. You can most anything in an instant. 

Joe was on Grinder. He said he likes guys who dress up like girls. I’ve been dressing in secret for years. Mom’s girdles and bras were always my favorite. But then I began to wear my older sister’s underwear as well. Now I’m older and have a pretty good inventory of sexy, girly clothes. Even a couple dresses. I’ve also collected some Halloween costumes. I have a maid’s outfit and a sexy schoolgirl too. I’ve always dreamed of being manhandled when I’m dressed. And my fantasy finally was going to come true!

Joe told me to dress in the schoolgirl outfit and send him photos. I did my best adding knee-high socks and cute little pink tennis shoes. He liked the pictures very much, so he ordered me to drive right over to his apartment. He texted me his address and told me to not be late. He wasn’t taking NO for an answer. I don’t know why I liked him being so dominant and demanding. But I did. I followed his orders and rushed to the address. Inside the apartment he grabbed me and began kissing me. Kissing me a lot. I was getting really nervous, but excited, being in a strange man’s home, groped, squeezed, and kissed so passionately. I was alone and helpless. I was dizzy and afraid. But I loved it. He was holding me tight, like I was his captive. I told him I wanted to go. He told me I didn’t. He said I was so cute, he wanted to remember me buy taking some pictures of me. I hesitated, then agreed to stay. As he tightened his grip around my wrists, he told me I made the right decision. He led me back into the dark halls of his apartment.

He enjoyed directing me and taking many photos of me. I was posed in different stages of undress. Some showed my sexy black lace underwear peeking from under the schoolgirl blouse and skirt. He soon had me in a dog collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. “For the photos”, he said.

But, of course, things progressed from there.

The photos continued with me kneeling below him as he stuffed his cock in my mouth. It was very humiliating and embarrassing being photographed and videoed sucking a man’s cock. I was flushed red with embarrassment. After he blew his huge load in my mouth and all over my face, he dragged me into another back bedroom where he had more bondage gear waiting.

In just my bra and knee-high socks, I was spread out face down on the bed with straps pulling my arms and legs out to the four corners of the bed. He used a washcloth to gag me then wrapped some clear tape around my face and head to hold it in securely. He said he didn’t want to alarm the neighbors when he fucked me like a whore. He squirted pink jelly lube all over my ass and poked 3 probing fingers in to get me ready. I was squirming and trying to cry out. But secretly I loved it. He gave my ass a few good hard swats. I tried to scream but I only could muster a muffled “Mummph!” As he gave me one final spanking, he slipped his cock between my wet, slippery cheeks and popped my tight little butt cherry. His hands reached under me squeezing my ‘tits’. He pinched my nipples hard as he slid in and out of my virgin hole. I felt just like a poor, helpless schoolgirl on a very, very bad date. He whispered dirty things to me as he fucked me. I was his ‘cock slut’ and ‘bitch whore’ and that sort of thing.

He untied me and let me use his shower. But while I was in there, he joined me, putting me on my knees and throat fucking me again. This time he wanted my finger up his ass while I sucked. I pushed it all the way in, then he came like a freight train. He told me he would prefer to keep me chained and collared and have me there as his slave forever. But he said he didn’t think I’d really agree to all that.

As I went out to my car, I was thinking about it.

Silly me!

Billy

The Further Sexual Adventures of Twinkle

I woke up that Sunday afternoon smiling and hugging my pillow, remembering my night with Mr. Anders and how rough he was when he fucked me, and my exciting, heart-pounding experience when John picked me up off the street and pounded my ass, and those hot hickeys that Robert had left on the back of my neck and down between my shoulder blades left me wanting more as I relived the night’s hot events.

I never had anyone give me hickeys before and wondered if they were very noticeable and if I would be able to hide them from my mom and sister? I started to get worried and regretted not stopping him, but it felt so good, and I was helplessly in deep pleasure as he fucked me.

I moaned, running my hands over my body, thinking of all the men I had been with over the weekend, and started stroking myself to the verge of orgasm, but I stopped myself because I wanted to share my orgasm with a man, any man, and then I thought *wait I might have someone right next door!…yes!.. I better get ready!!* I checked the time to see that it was after two in the afternoon, so I jumped up out of bed and ran naked to my sister’s vanity and sat down looking into the mirror, taking a visual survey of myself.

The hickeys were very noticeable as I turned this way and that looking over my body, but my concern instantly centered on my lips!.. they had swelled up and were very puffy, and it looked like I had a botox injection; I was a little shocked! And wondered what my poor butthole must look like after all those huge cocks! So I picked up my sister’s hand mirror from the stand and stood up, trying to get a look, but I couldn’t see properly, so I took a step back and placed the mirror on the floor, and squatted over it. I smiled, covering my mouth after getting a full view of what was once a perfect little starfish that had now had become a cute little quarter-inch hole! It was perfect! I wanted to see how mybutt plug would fit as I sat there, remembering that Mr. Anders had pulled it out of me and set it down somewhere in the living room, so I jumped to my feet. As I did, I caught a glimpse of Carlton on his balcony through the open curtain, so I placed the mirror back on the vanity and stepped out of view, blushing and wondering if he was watching me the whole time as I ran downstairs.

I quickly looked for my buttplug, but it was nowhere in sight, so I pulled the cushions off the loveseat and dug around the seams of the couch but found nothing, and as I went to replace the cushions, I noticed that the big cumstains that I had left were still visible and needed more cleaning but I didn’t have time to clean them, so I flipped them over again and left them for later as I looked underneath the couch and coffee table one last time but still nothing, It left me wondering if maybe Mr. Anders had taken it as a trophy or something, so I gave up looking and ran back upstairs to my bedroom, grabbing Carlton’s card and my essentials like my fanny pack full of my hygiene tools, phone, and my jug of lube and quickly headed for the bathroom, I was in a hurry and wanted to fill my last night with as much cock and hot sex as I could, so I set everything down on the bathroom counter looking in the mirror as I filled my shooter full of lube, noticing that my lips had gone down a bit but still looked puffy as I thoroughly washed up and did my complete hygiene ritual before cleaning my tools leaving them to dry in the top drawer, before stepping into a hot bubble bath.

And after a good soak, I got out and dried myself off, and then hopped to the counter, pulling out my lube shooter, and plunged a huge glob deep into my ass before cleaning and putting it back in the drawer. I then wrapped my head and body in towels and headed for my sister’s vanity to do my makeup and work on those hickeys. And was relieved when I saw that Carlton was still on his balcony, so I moved to the window pulling the curtains all the way open to draw his attention, and he spotted me right away and started waving to me, so I waved back as he motioned me to call him, so I nodded my head moving out of view to the vanity where I nervously picked up my phone and his card dialing his number.

I melted the instant he spoke, “well, hello there, is this, my baby girl, from across the street?” Making me blush as I smiled to myself, giggling, “yes,” he paused for a moment and then said, “so tell me, what’s your age and name, girl? “I felt so nervous and shy, feeling rushed as I mistakenly gave him my real name instead of my alias saying “my name is chris and I just turned 21…” biting my lip lying about the last part as he responded with a chuckle ‘well happy belated birthday!…nice to meet you, Chris, finally…so is that short for Christine?’ I smiled to myself, giggling, ‘ No, it’s short for Christopher!’ He chuckled, saying, ‘Well, my girl… from what I’ve seen, I’d say you are more of a Crissy than a Christopher!’ so I replied quietly in a bratty tone, saying, ‘ well, what did you see that would make you say that?’ Knowing that he had already witnessed Mr. Anders and me together, He then replied, ‘ I’ve seen enough to know that you need a man like me in your life, babygirl.’

It made me hot that he referred to me as ” babygirl,” so I just let out a little giggle saying ‘ I do?’ as he said bluntly, ‘ ok, I am going to come right out and say that I find you very sexy and want to get to know that sweet ass of yours..’ I held my heart and softly spoke, ‘ yes, I would love to get to know you too! ‘ He then said chuckling, ‘ so what’s your story, angel? tell me… are you a working girl?’ I was caught off guard for a couple of seconds, so I smiled to myself, saying ‘ Ummm maybe.. .why do you ask?’ thinking that he may proposition me but he just replied in a sultry voice saying ‘ Well girl, I have been watching your sweet ass since Friday when I first saw you riding off towards downtown dressed all hot and sexy, and then seeing you again early Saturday morning wiggling your ass for that cabbie making me want a piece of that ass!, so I banged on the balcony railing and whistled, but you didn’t hear me, so then things got real serious, and I decided to stalk you!’.

I gasped, smiling ‘oh my god! you were stalking me!!’ as he replied ‘yes babygirl!..but please let me finish my story!’ making me laugh saying ‘ ok please go on’ so he went on saying..’ so they way were out all night dressed like that, got me thinking that you might be out pulling tricks, but I wasn’t sure you were a hoe until last night,’ I sat there listening, smiling nervously and whispering under my breath ‘oh my god’ as he continued to speak…’ So me and my boy D were sitting in his car when we saw you ride out of your building and peddle past us pumping that sweet ass of yours, so we followed you downtown, but you zig-zagged, and we lost you until we saw you come out of that alley walking on foot near the hooker track. But when we drove around but you just disappeared, so I figured that you must have gotten picked up, so then I am back at home out on my balcony having coffee early Sunday morning with my girl, and I see you staring out your livingroom window, so I grabbed my spy glasses and watched you work your trick…so that’s why I ask babygirl!’.

I loved that he was spending so much time stalking me, it made me hot, so I said seductively, ‘ ok….so what now?’ He then replied firmly So why don’t you bring that sweet ass over here and take care of this hard-on for Daddy right now, babygirl?’, so I gulped and said shyly, ‘umm ok but I have to get dressed, ok?’ as Carlton spoke again in a sultry voice ‘good girl, now I want you to add some pantyhose and heels to your outfit ok Crissy?’ My heart stopped for a second, and then I blurted out giggling ‘Ummm ok, I will have a look around but I never worn heels or pantyhose before and I am a little nervous going out like that during the day’ he then replied saying ‘don’t worry baby just make sure you wear something hot and slutty for your Daddy,’ his words turned me on and made crave his cock badly, so I said blushing ‘ ok Daddy I will!..when should I come over?’ He replied, ‘ that’s my girl! Come now, I am in apartment # 606 …just buzz when you get here and don’t keep Daddy waiting,” I giggled back ” ok Daddy, I won’t be long,” as he hung up.

The way he spoke to me brought out my submissive side, exciting me as I turned to the vanity and tried my best to cover my hickeys with foundation and then concentrated on my hair and eyeliner and some lip balm for my puffy lips, and then got up and grabbed the clothes I had laid out the night before and got dressed. It was a black outfit, very slutty spandex booty shorts, and a black crop top. I slipped into the shorts and top, looking back into the mirror, seeing that the shorts were so tight that they rode up the crack of my ass, leaving my cheeks sticking out! I was losing nerve tucking the loose tag into the waistband that was hanging out as I fussed with the fit, thinking that they may be too much. But then Carlton did ask me to dress slutty, and it was just across the street, so I sprayed a little perfume on my wrists, grabbed my cell phone and keys, stopping by my room to grab my black pumps and my big bomber jacket to cover my ass that was sticking out and quickly ran around and closed all the curtains in the apartment leaving my fanny pack and all my tools in the upstairs bathroom, thinking that I wouldn’t need them and locked up the apartment and headed out to get me some cock.

So I hopped into the elevator modeling in the mirrored walls trying to cover my ass when I began feeling nervous, I looked very slutty, and there were lots of nosey people that knew me from the building that would report to my mother of the way I was dressed, so I waited with anxiety for the doors to open and drew a huge sigh of relief seeing that the lobby was empty as I cautiously made my way to the lobby door. I knew I would have to make a run for it because I didn’t want to be seen by anybody, so I took a deep breath and opened the door and made a dash across the street and into his building and buzzed his number, and he quickly answered saying ‘who is this!’ So I asked politely, ‘hi may I speak to Carlton? This is Chris from across the street ‘. There was quiet, and then the door buzzed open, letting me in; I began thanking God that the lobby was empty and that there was nobody was in the elevator as I stepped in, pushing the 6th-floor button.

I started to breathe fast, and my heart was pumping hard when I stepped out onto his floor; I suddenly heard a deep voice saying, ” there’s my baby girl!” so I turned to see him standing outside his door a few feet away wearing nothing but a bathrobe and bare feet with his arms wide open speaking loudly “girl you are hot! turn around and lift that coat and let me see that ass!”, I giggled and did my best modeling walk and turned lifting the back of my coat wiggling my ass as I turned back around then gave him a big smile as I walked up to him stepping into his embrace, feeling an instant connection to him as he stepped back looking me up and down while pulling the coat off my shoulders looking at my hickeys murmuring “mhmm and my little sex kitten has love bites all over her precious little neck!’ Making me blush while his big hand Cupped my ass cheek as he walked me into the apartment, locking the door behind us as he asked me, ‘so you are you picking up tricks on the 13th avenue stroll, babygirl?’ I knew that’s where the tgirls would hook, so I said nervously, umm …well I tried a few times… but I get picked up all over really ‘ so is that Oldman I saw you with last night is he your boyfriend? I giggled, saying, ‘no, he is just a guy that picked me up, and we ended up at my place as I bit my lip shyly bouncing my hips while he smiled, saying, ‘that’s a good girl, but you don’t want to be taking your tricks back home it’s way too dangerous, you listen to Daddy, I will show you a safer way, ok baby girl?’ I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled, nodding my head as I bent down, removing my pumps while he hung up my coat on a hanger.

 He was older than I thought, he looked to be in his early thirties and very fit and so gorgeous with a hot body! He finished hanging my coat and turned to me looking like he wanted to eat me alive and walked up to me, pulling me in close making me feel so small as I looked up at him, falling faint as he leaned in kissing me deeply, I moaned softly as our tongues moved together while his hands moved over my body cupping and groping my ass, I closed my eyes loving every second as I held the back of his head with my left hand and slipping my right into his open bathrobe, laying my hand on his bare skin making me whimper with lust wanting him, I had never been kissed and touched like that before, and it made me hard as a rock during our long deep make-out session, I felt so warm and safe in his arms.

I could hear a male and a female voice coming from another room. It sounded like people were playing a game because now and then there was a crashing sound and laughter, he finally stopped kissing, leaving me wanting more, and took my hand, leading me to a door down the hallway to what I thought would be a bedroom but it opened up into a huge bathroom where he walked me backward lifting me on to the counter, pulling my top off and then tugging at my tight little shorts peeling them off as I braced myself on the counter lifting my hips as he tossed them aside, I was trembling uncontrollably trying to balance myself, awkwardly trying to find a place to sit comfortably amongst the toiletries and the little space between the sink and the mirrored wall, while he reached over caressing my cheek saying ‘ Damn your so cute with your innocent baby face’ while he untied his belt letting his robe fall open allowing me a full view of his huge cock hanging there, so I blurted out a shaky ” oh my God… you are so big!” This made him smile, slapping my ass as he spoke seductively, ” don’t worry, my girl, I am going to train that sweet ass and make it you mine, ok Baby girl?” I suddenly felt so strange and excited, no one ever wanted me before, so I smiled, beaming up at him, asking, “you mean you want me to be your boyfriend?” but he smiled, shaking his head saying, ” no, baby… I want you to join my little family as my girl” as he reached into the pocket of his robe pulling out a condom and a package of lube, I started to speak looking up at him as his robe fell to the floor exposing his awesomely built body as I answered gushing “I would love to be your girl” he had a big grin on his face as he ran his hand over my body pinching my nipple saying ” that’s my girl, don’t worry I will take care of you…but we all have to do our part, ok baby?” I nodded my head, saying ‘ok Daddy’ as he opened the big package and rolled the condom over his huge long cock before biting open the packet of lube, making me squirm as he smeared some lube between my cheeks and most of it covering his huge cock, leaving me holding my breath wondering if it would even fit inside me as I bit my lip in anticipation.

My eyes were locked on his huge cock as he moved up to me, pulling my hips and laying me back onto the counter as he gently rubbed his finger into my ass, slipping it deep into me as I gasped loudly, ” mmm..yes ..” rolling my ass into his thick finger as he hushed me telling me quietly to relax as he slipped two of his thick fingers in forcefully holding them there tight saying quietly “that’s my baby girl just relax” so caught my breath and closed my eyes feeling my cock straining and throbbing as I tried to keep it together and not go crazy because I was so turned on and ready to explode, so I did what he said and relaxed, breathing deeply when I felt him reach across my body, so I slowly opened them to see him grab a bottle of lube and watched him pour a bunch onto his fingers that were deep in my ass, so I closed my eyes again as he began to slip another finger Into me, saying ” fuck your, such a good girl” I started to moan, slowly rolling my ass into him, loving every second as I slipped deeper into ecstasy while he gradually expanded his fingers while keeping constant pressure as he began to stroke his huge cock in his left hand and at the same time fucking me with his fingers on his right, I moaned reaching down to grab my cock, but he blocked my hand saying “no not yet baby girl just relax and trust your Daddy ” I moaned nodding my head as he said softly “that’s my girl” as he slipped what felt like all his fingers into my ass, all of a sudden he pushed hard and I felt so much pressure, I couldn’t help it as I gasped out loud lurching forward spreading my legs wide, reaching down wrapping my fingers around wrist realizing that his entire hand was in my ass and he was fisting me! I gasped, throwing my head back in pleasure as my muscles clamped and pinched his wrist as my ass spasm. I let go of his wrist, closed my eyes, and slowly laid back, cupping my balls and cock in both hands as he pulled my dangling left foot onto his chest with his free hand, holding my foot, so my toes were on his nipple while he began slowly rolling his fist around in my slippery ass.

I opened my mouth, moaning. He replaced his fist with his cock fucking me back into the corner, sending me into deep pleasure as I gasped, moaning, ‘ oh my god, Daddy, I am going to cum!’ I waited for him to say something, but he just started fucking me harder, pushing me closer and closer with each thrust before I spun into orgasm, filling my hands with my cum bucking and squirming as my ass clamped tightly onto his huge cock, as he grunted ‘ oh yes baby girl….mmm that’s my good girl ‘ I had never cum so hard in my life, and his cock felt so good inside me as he continued to fuck me hard groaning ‘ mmmm this girl Is mine’ his words made me so horny, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through my body with each thrust as I rolled my hips wanting to please him, suddenly he pulled out of me and dragged me off the counter and turned me around and laid me face first down on the counter and started to fuck me hard and deep from behind as I laid my right cheek on my crossed arm softly moaning while watching him in the reflection of the mirror fucking me.

I was lost in time and space as his body moved deep inside of me, my body reacting and moving with him as I ground back into him, never wanting it to end as I closed my eyes, building towards another orgasm when he grabbed my waist pulling me back into his body standing me up, grunting ” baby I am gonna cum!..move that ass for your Daddy ” but I could barely move! I was standing on one foot, and he was holding up my left leg under the knee, lifting it in the air with his cock driving deep inside me, so I stood on my tippy toe moaning, gasping in pleasure as I draped my left hand back around his neck and put my right on the counter giving me leverage to curl my back and spin and roll my ass just enough as he gripped my hip tightly fucking me hard shouting ‘yes baby right there!..fuck yessss’ as I gasped and continued to squirm my body wildly as he came over and over again letting my leg go allowing me to roll my ass deeper, I arched my back while placing my right hand over my left, watching his orgasm in the reflection of the mirror.

He slowly came to a stop holding me tight draping his body over mine while sucking on my shoulder as he slowly danced us in front of the mirror saying ‘ mmm my little cum slut…damn you have a fine ass’ his cock slowly moved inside me, it felt so right and I was in heaven until he pulled his huge cock from my ass leaving me gaping, while my muscles were left tingling in spasm, I didn’t show him that I was in a little shock feeling so loose, and didn’t want to touch myself in front of him but I had a feeling that things had changed down there permanently as I gingerly stepped around smiling waiting for him to tell me what to do next while watching he pulled his condom off making my heart jump as he said ‘ come clean this off for Daddy ‘ I was hoping that he would ask me, so I just dropped to my knees grabbing his thick heavy meat and started sucking and licking every trace of his cum off his luscious cock while gently cupping and pressing his balls up, wanting every last drop; at the same time, feeling the cool air on my ass made me want to feel for myself how things were doing down there so I slipped my hand down feeling that I was hugely dilated, so I started to slowly contract my muscles hoping that doing that would help bring things back to shape.

Just then, a quick knock on the door and that girl walked in on us, the same girl that slipped that note under my door, only she had her hair back in a ponytail and had no makeup on, and I could see her manly bulge through her panties and her big bouncing breasts as she playfully skipped topless up to Carlton kissing his cheek looking down on me saying ‘ hi Daddy who is this?’ I was so embarrassed as I began to stand up, but Carlton held my head against his thigh, keeping me on my knees as he said, ‘Chanelle, this is your new sister Crissy ‘ she looked down at me, saying, ‘ hi Crissy…wow she is an angel Daddy!’I smiled, blushing as Carlton let me up, so I said politely, ‘I am pleased to meet you, Chanelle ‘ she smiled back, saying, ‘ call me, sis, ok?…. Ummm, by the way, how tall are you? As she looked me up and down, I stood up straight, smiling shyly, saying proudly,’ I think I am 5’4, but I am still growing’ she giggled, turning to Carlton saying,’ she is so cute and petite, and about the same size as Sandy, I think she would fit her clothes perfectly’ as Carlton stepped the shower turning it on saying ‘ I thought so too .. but they may be a tight fit for her because my new baby girl has a bigger ass…big and shaped like a girl’s ass! isn’t that right, babygirl’ as he looked at me grinning’ so I gave him a big smile nodding my head gushing ‘oh yes, she does!’ Making them both laugh while Chanelle chimed, ‘ looks like we have a little star, Daddy!’ making Carlton smile, saying, ‘ Crissy, my girl..you were a very hot fuck today! ..Mmhmm, I knew you would be’ I bounced shyly, saying ‘thank you, Daddy ‘ as he held out his hand, guiding me into the shower.

I stepped in thinking that he would join me, but he just closed the glass door, so I started washing up, doing my best to keep my hair and makeup dry as I turned facing the rippled glass door, I could see Carlton by the double basin sink washing up while Chanelle got dressed, I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, I was in heaven and had stumbled upon a lifestyle I had never Imagined, and I felt that I was in a dream as I turned off the shower and stepped out. They both were still chatting when Chanelle reached over and handed me my clothes and some towels with a friendly smile, as I stood there politely as I dried myself off and started to dress like a lady like as I could when Carlton began to tell me about a party that we would be going to tonight and that I would be going with Chanelle to her apartment to get ready for the night out and that he would meet us there for drinks before we left for the party, so I said ‘ I would love to go!… I can’t wait!’ He smiled, saying,’ good girl…but first I want you to meet the rest of the family ‘ I nodded my head as Channel ran out to gather her things; I got dressed while Carlton watched me saying, ‘ you’re small, but you have a very sexy petite body my girl’ I smiled shyly as he took my hand leading me to the sitting room that was off the kitchen where there were two black guys playing dominoes.

He led me toward them and introduced me as the new girl Crissy. They both turned and introduced themselves; the guy at the end of the table wearing the same style housecoat like Carlton introduced himself as Shawn while slamming his dominoes down on the table, saying, ‘wow! Sandy 2.0 nice to meet you, and the big guy who said his name was D grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap, saying Carlton, now where you have been hiding this sweet thing? I must have looked terrified as I sat on his lap because Shawn said, ‘ oh D leave her alone she is clearly scared of you!, I looked up at Carlton as he said, chuckling, ‘ oh, don’t be scared of D, baby girl, he is your driver to tonight, now give uncle D a kiss baby he is your family now’ I smiled nervously and kissed his cheek saying ‘nice to meet you Uncle D ‘ as Carlton said ‘ok I am going to take a shower and then make some phone calls so just relax and get to know everyone baby girl, I nodded my head blushing left sitting there on D’s Lap as he and Shawn played dominoes, I was so nervous and didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I put them on my lap as D slowly bounced me on his knee causing me to hold on to his shoulder as Shawn to burst out laughing saying ‘ sorry girl…but you look like a ventriloquist dummy sitting on his lap!’ Making D laugh, saying, ‘ wow, girl! You are so small and light,’ I giggled, saying, ‘ I know! I feel like a child sitting here ..it’s you D! your so big!’..giving him a playful push as he started to run his hands over my hips and thighs, saying, ‘ and you look so cute with those big lips. Mmmm..those are cock sucking lips!’ as he took my hand, placing it on his bulging cock, I didn’t know what to do, so I just smiled, looking around, and then down at his crotch as I started to rub his cock and balls through his track pants.

I could feel that he wasn’t wearing underwear as I gripped him tightly through his pants, making me hot and horny when he suddenly stood us both up and pulled his pants down to his knees, saying,’ here …let me make this easier for you, sis’ and sat back down on his chair grinning at me, I wanted to suck his cock badly, but I was scared I would get in trouble, so I turned around looking at Shawn saying ‘won’t Carlton get Mad?’ But Shawn just chuckled, saying, ‘don’t ask me bitch, I am here for Chanelle,’ so I just turned back to D staring at his throbbing cock as he grunted, ‘Girl, I know you want it…so let’s see what you got slut …don’t be shy’ he was right I did want it..and had imagined sucking both their cocks from the moment I saw them, but I had imagined D having a much larger cock, being so big but he looked to be the average size as I dropped to my knees intent on giving the best blow job that I had ever given just as Channel walked In shouting ‘D!!…oh my God…leave her alone we have to get going’ her voice was scary loud, and I froze looking up at her not knowing what to do as I knelt there between D’s legs with my hand wrapped around his shaft when D grabbed my head directing attention back to his cock chuckling ‘ Chanelle!.. I couldn’t stop her…she was all over me!’, making me smile as I closed my eyes, letting his cock enter my open mouth, as Channel said ‘ bullshit D!… I know you made her do it as I started slowly sucking his luscious meat, using my tongue, listening carefully when I heard someone walk into the kitchen, so I tried to pull away to see who it was. Still, D held me there, so I just whimpered in embarrassment and lust as I continued to suck his cock when I heard Carlton chuckle ‘ that’s my girl!.. I knew you two would get along ‘ I relaxed, feeling reassured that I wasn’t doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing, and concentrated on his hot meat, wanting to be clean and elegant as possible, but my mouth was watering so much that I kept having to swallow while trying my best to breathe and keep my rhythm as he gagged me by forcing his cock in so I just let him fuck my face as I caressed his tight ball sack.

I knew he was close, so I looked up at him as he tensed up, making me whimper and bob my head noisily, knowing that I hit his sweet spot as he released a huge load down my throat. At the same time, I latched on to him, swallowing every drop to the applause of the whole group, making me feel so good as D said, ‘now that was a blow job! …you got yourself a star Carlton’ as I got up smiling in a daze, I was still buzzing with lust as I turned to Carlton, who had his arms open wide for me as I jumped to his side, smiling shyly as he held me close saying ‘damn girl, you really have some skills don’t you?’ So I said, grinning, ‘I love to please…Daddy’ he just smiled and walked me out on the balcony saying, ‘ Well you do at that babygirl, and like I said…I have been watching you for a few days now and what attracted me was your femininity. I want to help you take a deeper step in becoming that gorgeous tgirl that you are, and you have the body and soul, Baby girl, and I want you to be mine’, he charmed me to pieces. It was my dream come true, so I said what I deeply felt and said, ‘ yes, I want to take the next step with you…and I was always your girl!. Daddy! ‘ he smiled and gave me a big hug saying, ‘that’s my girl, so I may have some potential clients lined up for you at the party, but I need to know that you are one hundred percent with me, babygirl,’ So I stomped my foot smiling ‘Daddy I said yes already! ok!?’ Making him chuckle, saying, ‘ok, we need some pictures first, Chanelle will help you. She will help you ‘ just then, Channel came out and handed him a phone, and he stepped back inside with her leaving me alone on the balcony, so I took a deep breath enjoying my newfound freedom, and leaned on the balcony handrail and looked out across the street towards my apartment, and to my horror, I saw that the living room curtains were wide open, I knew I had closed all the curtains when I left today, so my first thought was that my big sister came home early, so as I stood there watching for any movement and out of the corner of my eye my sister’s curtains flew open, and there was my mom!… I was fucked!… she looked pissed off, and it looked like she was starring right at me, so I quickly ducked down and darted back into the apartment.

Where Channel was standing looking impatient as she asked me, ”are you, ok girl? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! While turning to D shouting, ‘so are we finally ready to go? I want to go home just as Carlton put the phone down and bear-hugged us both while slapping our asses, saying, ‘it’s OK, girls go ahead, and I will call you later, ok?’ We both nodded our heads and followed D as he got up, saying in a tired voice,’ ok, let’s go. I will drop you, girls, off’ so I grabbed my coat off the hanger and waved to Daddy; I was super quiet as we walked out the door; I was so anxious to get as far away from home as fast as I could as I was terrified of what was to come, and couldn’t stop thinking that she already found all my stuff…my lube shooter my but plug….ok God everything!!… I was busted, so I quickly shut my phone off and tried putting it out of my mind, but I was getting scared as we got on the elevator; I decided that I was going to hide behind D as we left the building, but we passed the lobby and kept on going down to the basement parkade, so I started to feel better and began to breathe again as we all walked toward this big fancy silver car. D Shouted, ‘ Crissy!…you ride up front with me!’ to which Channel yelled back, ‘ no way D she’s not sucking your cock again! you are going to wear her out and we have a party to host tonight!’ I followed Channel into the back seat and closed the door softly, asking her, ‘ We are hosting the party Channel?’ She just smiled and said, ‘ Hunny, we are the party, like there may be other tgirls there, but I think it’s just us and some businessmen. Didn’t Daddy give you the run down?’ as she turned away from me, flipping through her cellphone. I was scared and didn’t know what to do.

I wasn’t sure that I could go through with dressing totally as a girl in public, and at the same time being excited, I had tried many times before but chickened out at the last minute, and also I had so much on my mind like I was a runaway at this point and homeless, I was numb as I blindly went with the flow as I stared through the car window as we drove up the parkade ramp and out onto my street, craning my neck looking up at my apartment but I didn’t see anything, but I felt better as we got further away, I looked around at Channel and D, but they were in their own worlds, Channel’s face was buried in her cell phone, and Carlton had his earbuds in and was singing along to his music as I stared at my phone scared to turn it on, all I could think of as we drove was how was I going to deal with my mom? I knew she would say that I was just like my father, he was gay too, and his lifestyle led to my parent’s divorce. Anyway, I had always dreamed of running away to California to live with him. However, I was always too afraid, my mom wouldn’t let me visit him, but we still were in contact with each other, I thought of going to see him, but he would have just ended up sending me back to my mom because she had custody of me, so I decided that I would have to stay away until things smoothed over.

I noticed that we were going downtown, so I sat up, seeing that we were only a few blocks from the stroll. Suddenly I was excited and wanted to jump out and grab my bike and maybe find some guy to take me home where I could hideout for the night because riding with them was uncomfortable, and I didn’t like Channel very much, she seemed kinda bitchy and didn’t appear to be very friendly, much like D, but I felt a connection to him having sucked his cock, and I loved the way he used me but was kinda scary and couldn’t get a read on him because he wore dark sunglasses, so I just sat there until we arrived at Channel’s apartment.

We pulled in alongside her building and sat there as Channel finished her texting while D turned, looking at us shaking his head saying ‘well?!’ He looked miffed and in a hurry, I went to open my door, but Channel grabbed my shoulder, saying ‘just wait!… I need my roommate to come down and let us in ok…relax’ so I looked at D as he shook his head, sighing deeply. I didn’t like where I was and had to fight the urge to just get out and walk away, so just as I was going to speak Channel’s phone rang and she said urgently ‘Adi! You need to come down and let me in, ok? I am downstairs..’ she then opened her door, saying ‘ok let’s go’ so I opened my door thinking that I will just see where this leads to for a while as I caught up to her as we quickly walked to the old brownstone building where this hot looking guy was holding the front door open for us, so I gave him a big smile as we walked in past him through the open door, Channel introduced me saying ‘Adi this is my friend Crissy’ as he walked ahead of us up the stairs saying ‘ uh-huh… Channel, you know I don’t like you bringing home junkie whores from the streets, you know the landlady is watching everyone who comes in here I smiled to myself liking that he saw me that way as Channel said in a hushed voice ‘ she’s not a junkie! she is family’ he then replied ‘oh ok…so is Crissy taking over Sandy tonight?’.

I waited for Chanelle to answer, but she didn’t say a word as we quickly climbed the stairs turning down the hallway as I quietly spoke up, ‘who is Sandy Channel?’ She turned, saying as we followed Adi into their apartment,’ Sandy is your sister! You will get to meet her later, she is in Greece on holiday with her sugar daddy’ as she smiled brightly motioned me to follow her as I placed my shoes down, watching as Adi disappeared into a room closing the door, ‘ let me give you the tour’ she said smiling grabbing my hand, I smiled admiring her beautiful apartment as she showed me around, her demeanor had changed, she was so nice and bubbly as we stopped at the door entering a big room, my eyes locked on the big bed, it looked like a movie set with photography lamps surrounding it and the rest of the room looked like a dollhouse with a huge makeup vanity and the walls were lined with shelves stacked with wigs on stands, I stood there in awe as I said ‘ wow this room is awesome!..is it your bedroom?’ She smiled, opening the closet doors saying, ‘no, it’s Sandy’s room..but we are going to borrow a few things, she won’t mind, and I am one hundred percent you will fit almost everything here’ as she showed me all the hot clothes that were made up mostly of what looked like costumes and lingerie, my jaw dropped open, and I said shyly ‘is that how we will be dressing tonight?’ She turned to me smiling and said, ‘ Hunny, we are slutty Tgirl hoes, and the sexier you are, the more attention you get from clients and the more confidence you gain. That’s how you get the dates.

But don’t worry, even if you end up with one date for the night, you can still make a few hundred dollars’ I gasped ‘wow really?’ as she went on ‘it depends how well you handle yourself, but you have good polite manners and act very feminine, so that goes a long way, and then it depends on how many clients buy our time, but it is usually around five or six guys, but don’t worry it’s all very safe, and some of them are nice rich guys, all are old and new clients of Carlton, I have a feeling that you are going to enjoy yourself, and I can tell that you are going to be very popular after tonight because you are petite with a baby face and there are a lot of guys on the list that prefer young petite tgirls, and the word will get around fast, we just have to you dressed right for the party’ I started to get so excited thinking how hot it would be to dress up, so I took a deep breath and said ‘ oh my god…I can’t wait to get started!’ she giggled, saying, ‘aw, I was hoping you would say that! Let’s grab some wine and do your makeup!’ I nodded my head smiling as she closed the closet doors.

I followed her into the kitchen where she poured us a huge glass of wine, so I grabbed the glass and took a massive sip as I followed her back into Sandy’s bedroom, where she sat me down and dolled me all up as I worked on that glass of wine, I gasped loudly loving the result, I was a totally different person altogether, I was hot! But I was hoping to look older, but now I looked like a little girl trying to look like an older woman but still very hot! I never even came close to this job when I tried myself, and after she did my hair in blue hilites, I was perfect gushing to her, ‘oh my god, I want to keep it like this forever!’ Making her laugh, saying, ‘go into the closet and see if you can find something to wear for tonight. We have to hurry a little because Carlton will be here soon’ as she sat down doing her makeup, so I sat up and entered her closet, the first thing I came across that excited me was a little green tartan mini skirt, so I set it aside and continued searching and found a white short-sleeved blouse, setting that aside as well when she peeked over my shoulder saying ‘nice choice, but we need to add to it! so get undressed, and we will start there!’.

So I got undressed, putting my clothes off to the side as she passed me some black maryjanes to try on, and they were a perfect fit, so we set them next to the outfit, and then she threw some thigh-high black stockings on the pile, I was getting tipsy sipping my wine watching her as she quickly sifted through the clothes hangers lifting off a black lace bra handing it to me smiling ‘ have you ever worn one of these before? I gasped, blushing. It was a thin lace strapless bra with thick silicone rubber cups, giggling, ‘ no, never….should I try it on?’ As she nodded her head, so I put it on, checking myself in the mirrored doors in shock seeing myself, I forgot I was looking out through a different face and couldn’t see myself until I looked in the mirror as she said ‘ they are AAA cups, but I think they suit your size and height’ I just stood there stunned falling in love with myself as I asked her softly’ what happens when a guy takes it off me’ I said smiling shyly, as she quickly answered ‘ well then you let him and pretend that your little titles are bigger than they really are’ she opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out some very sexy black lace g-string panties asking ‘ do know how to wear a gaff?’ I shook my head, so she explained what it was and showed me how to wear it.

I was very small endowed, and my balls weren’t very big, and they spent half their time inside me anyway, so it was an excellent smooth fit, and I loved how they made my ass look as I modeled in the mirror, bending over admiring myself’ as Channel said in a caring voice…’ wow’ you really look sexy Crissy, and you look so happy! ..but remember to be humble because not everyone will find you attractive, and those who don’t will go out of their way to let you know if you flaunt it too much’ I nodded my head smiling with my eyes locked on my ass and crotch as I burst out saying ‘ thank you so Much Channel!!… I am so Happy’ as she spoke in a rushed voice ‘now hurry and get dressed so we can adjust the fit, so I grabbed my glass and finished it off then set it down and dressed into my outfit, it was a perfect fit as I walked in small circles modeling my awesome outfit as Channel tide the bottom of my blouse into a knot making into a crop top saying ‘ there!..how do you feel?’ I felt like I was in a dream. I had turned into the slut I had always fantasized about as I gushed, ‘ oh my god!.. I am so fucking ready! can we go to the party now?’ She giggled, saying, ‘ I think the wine might be talking a little; ok, let’s get a few pictures so we can send them to Daddy ‘ so I followed Channel out into the bedroom room carrying my empty glass.

She took my glass and pointed to the bed, saying, ‘ hop on the bed and get comfortable while I get us a refill for us; I got on the bed laying back smiling to myself, taking everything in when Adi walked In wearing only orange swimming trunks saying ‘wow!…now who is this sweet piece of candy’ I quickly sat up surprised that I was sitting in a lady-like position with my left arm propping up with my knees together laying sideways as I squeaked out a pathetic ‘ hi Adi’ blushing hard as he climbed on the bed next to me snuggling up to me speaking softly into my neck and shoulder saying ‘ I want you to call me by my real name slut, only my friends call me by that name, my name is Adnad ‘ I was scared and turned on at the same time as I said pouting ‘ok… I am sorry Adnad’ as he pulled me by the waist into his lap as he snuggled in behind me feeling his cock poking into my ass cheek, I smiled to myself thinking that this was all planned because Channel was taking forever, so I glanced at the two go-pro cameras that were set up but I didn’t see any indicator lights so I just went with what was happening and softly moaned enjoying the feel of a man behind me as his hands ran up and down my body grinding his hard bulge into my ass saying as he lifted my skirt spreading my ass cheeks making me crave his meat as he grunted ‘you want me to fuck you don’t you slut’ feeling his hot breath on my neck and his bulging cock grinding into my ass drove me wild I softly gasped ‘yes’ curling my ass into his crotch and turning my head to him as he sneered back at me saying ‘ well I don’t fuck dirty sluts…but I will let you suck my cock’ I licked my lips looking into his eyes just as Channel walked into the room stopping in her tracks holding our glasses of wine saying ‘ holy shit Adi get off her!.. your going to fuck up her outfit and makeup!’ but Adi just chuckled holding me tight saying ‘but she wanted to give me a blow job’ as I laid there giving her a look like *no I didn’t!* while biting my lip, but she didn’t catch on and said ‘oh my God Crissy! first D and now him?’ I squeaked out a soft ‘ I know …I am sorry sis’ while slowly grinding my ass into him as she scolded him ‘ and…Adi!… Crissy is Carlton’s new girl, and he wouldn’t like it if he walked in on this; I just got off the phone with him, and he will be here in an hour, and I still need to take her pictures. So make it fast Adi, and Crissy…I will meet you in the living room after you are finished but make it quick as I nodded my head innocently and watched as she turned and left the room.

 So I rolled over to him watching him lay on his back pulling his shorts down and kicking them off, letting his cock spring out, at that point I didn’t hear or see anything but his cock, I was drawn to it like a magnet, and then suddenly he was in my mouth and I was helplessly sucking his cock deep into my throat while cupping his balls as he breathed deeply through his teeth saying ‘ fuck… yes just like that slut’, I was very careful not to mess my makeup as I slowly and methodically sucked his cock deep into my throat rolling my tongue in a slow constant rhythm, he wasn’t very big so he was easy to deepthroat as I slowly bounced my face on his pelvis enjoying myself and I was just getting into it when his hips rose from the bed and his legs went stiff as he gasped shouting ‘ oh fuck …you little slut yessss ‘ making me whimper with deep satisfaction as his hot load exploded into my mouth as he came over and over bucking his hips as I rode out his long orgasm, I was really surprised and proud of how quickly I made him cum and how huge his hot load was!, he had so much cum that I had had to swallow multiple times before I got to the last drop. He then deeply exhaled and hopped up, saying the first nice thing to me,’ fuck you have a hot little mouth, baby girl’ as he grabbed his shorts and walked out the door naked, and disappeared into another room.

I got up straightened out my clothes and walked out still hot and flushed with the experience left me so horny and wanting more as I walked down the hallway to the sitting room where Channel greeted me with a big smile saying ‘wow that was fast’ as she handed me my glass of wine, I smiled giggling ‘he came so fast as she said looking me over ‘ ok you look good, let’s get those pictures as she rushed me back to Sandy’s room as I took a big sip of my wine and set my glass down while she turned on those light stands that were positioned around and got me to get back on the bed and had me pose a bunch of different ways, taking pictures of me with a really nice camera, she looked like she knew what she was doing as she joined me on the bed showing me the shots on the little screen on the back of the camera, I laughed and giggled at the sight of my attempts at posing sexy and only liked three of the pictures, but she said that they were all hot and showed confidence and that Daddy was going to love them, so we got up grabbed our glasses, and went back into the sitting-room where she put on some low music and left me again to send the pictures to Daddy, I curled up sipping my wine as I waited alone going over the days events, I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me, I loved this new life, things just got more exciting by the minute and I wanted it to stay this way, I didn’t dare look at or turn on my phone because I knew that there would be drama, and I was having way too much fun as I licked my numb lips thinking about cock.

It wasn’t long before she came back to the room saying that she had sent the pictures off and that Daddy was on his way. I was feeling great and was getting buzzed by the wine as I asked her if we were having the party here tonight and she explained that we were going to a clients house for the party and that we would be entertaining him and four of his friends and that he has already paid for our services, I gulped saying ‘oh my god! Will we have to do them all?’ as she smiled, saying, ‘ well it depends, it will cost them extra, and that’s if they want you for sex or just to watch, but they all know the drill, I quickly took a big sip of wine as she said ‘don’t worry sis you will do fine, I will be there to help you ok? Just always remember to smile and be graceful, always cross your legs and don’t sit with your knees spread and don’t fidget don’t slouch, just stay calm and focused, also speak softly, and don’t laugh out loud, at least until you find your voice, do that, and you will start to learn how to be a lady. my eyes and ears were wide open listening to what she was telling me, and I was so thankful for her advice because these were some of my questions that were on my mind as I gushed ‘ thank you so much, Sis’ just then, her phone rang so she answered walking out of the room, and then a few minutes later Daddy walked in smiling with open arms saying ‘there she is!’ I was a little tipsy as I dove into his arms, feeling like I knew him forever as he held me tight, cupping my ass in his big hands as we rocked back and forth together, as he said, ‘ wow, you look so Innocent, but naughty…you are a knockout! babygirl!…so are you ready to party and please some horny men for Daddy?’.

I felt so warm and safe in his arms and was falling deep for him as I spoke softly to him ‘yes Daddy.. but do you really think I am pretty enough?’ as he said, ‘ I do, ever since I laid eyes on your sweet ass baby girl ‘ as he held my, but in his big hand leading me back down the hallway to a door saying sweetly ‘ baby girl I have a surprise for you …I think you are going to love it ‘ I was in suspense as he knocked lightly on the door, hearing Channel say ‘ come in Daddy ‘ so I followed him into her room. My eyes locked on Channel and her hot body while she was standing there naked laying out her clothes and rushing around saying ‘ don’t mind me’ as Daddy sat at a desk flipping open a laptop computer, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Channel and her perfect breasts and her big floppy cock, I wondered how she was able to hide such a big cock so well as I tried not to stare, then Daddy said smiling ‘ok baby girl… come here and have a look at this’ I joined him by the computer seeing a picture of myself as he slid his hand up my stockings between my legs caressing my inner thigh, at first I didn’t know what I was looking at because the picture was photoshopped, embellished with twinkling gold stars, so so spoke softly leaning my hip into his shoulder enjoying his touch ‘ is that me Daddy?..oh my gosh…what is this ‘I giggled shyly’ as he slapped my ass cheek, ‘ this is your profile picture for our website…it’s my favorite one of you baby girl, I just need you to fill out your information ‘I was totally shocked gasping ‘ Ummm I love it, but what kind of website Daddy?’ that’s when Channel spoke up saying ‘ it’s a cam website where men pay to see you play on camera’ I looked at Channel puzzled as Daddy pulled me onto his lap saying as he flipped through the website showing me all the tgirls that were listed, centering on channels profile, showing her name as Amber, so I said taking over the mouse from daddy ‘ I love your name Sis’ as she peered over giggling ‘ that’s my cam name!!…thank you!’ as Carlton chimed in ‘ like I said baby girl, we all want you to join our little family ‘ so I spoke softly moving the mouse and returning to my unfinished profile page saying ‘wow…were all those girls yours, Daddy?’ Making him chuckle, ‘no baby girl, just you Channel, and Sandy,’ the rest are subscription girls.

They use the website, and the company gets a cut of the proceeds, and then Channel said cheerfully, ‘ sis! It’s a great way to practice, and it pays. I think you will enjoy it and have a lot of fun! I noticed that my name was listed as Crissy, so I erased it and typed in the name Crystal, and They both cheered. Chanelle kissed me on the cheek, saying ‘ I love it!’ as Daddy stood up ‘saying that’s my girl’ letting me finish off the details like my age, height, hobbies.. all that, after finished entering my info, Daddy took over nodding his head as he typed away. Chanelle said, ‘ you can use Sandy’s room and her laptop for now until she gets back in a few months’ I gasped, saying, ‘ you mean I can stay here until then?’ as she smiled, nodding her head, ‘yes Hunny, you are family now. Then Daddy said, ‘we are moving next month, so you will have your own room ok babygirl?’ I nodded my head smiling, bouncing up and down as he said, ‘ ok, girls, D is waiting downstairs for you, and I will see you girls back at my apartment in the morning,’ then Channel spoke up, ‘wait, we aren’t ready yet Daddy! We have hygiene to do yet’ Daddy just grinned, saying, ok girls, I have to leave, so give me a hug but first dial this number, baby girl ‘ he started to give me his number, and I panicked, saying ‘ oh just a moment Daddy I have to turn it on’ I didn’t want to turn it on because I knew there was going to be hell, and sure enough, my phone went crazy, but I stayed calm and ignored the chimes indicating that I had a bunch of messages, so I quickly dialed his number and rang his phone, and then we hugged him, and Channel pushed him out the door saying see you Daddy and closed the door, she then went into her drawer handing me condoms and a hand-sized bottle of lube asking me if I needed to clean up before we left, I was relieved to have the lube, but I needed my shooter So I said, blushing yes I need to clean up a little, so she smiled, saying ‘me too’ so I followed her down the hall and into the bathroom.

She then asked me as she dug through a make-up bag saying do you need these? passing me an enema bulb still in its packaging along with a long skinny florescent green lube shooter and a brand new toothbrush! saying, ‘ I will give you a nice bag so you can keep everything in one place, I couldn’t believe it as I gushed ‘oh my god, you read my mind thank you!! ‘ She giggled, saying, ‘ take your time, girl ok we need to be fresh and clean ‘ I was so happy as I cleaned and lubed myself up, feeling fresh and clean as I opened the door seeing Channel standing there with a gold handbag and three bottles of perfume looking at me grinning ‘ hmm I think we will go with a little black opium,’ so she passed me the bag and I filled it with my new set of tools while she sprayed my neck and on my wrists and hips then told me to go down and wait for her in the car and then went into the bathroom.

I was hoping that I would be with her when I left the apartment so I was really nervous, but I remembered what she said and stood up straight and walked to the door and opened it realizing that I wasn’t breathing and very tipsy, but I knew I wanted this bad so I took a deep breath and made my way down the stairs as my Maryjanes clicked on the tile stairs making so I tried to tippy-toe the rest of the way down trying to be as graceful as I could as I made it to the lobby door. I waited there, trying to build some courage before I stepped out into the world. My knees began to shake, so I looked down, holding them together, wondering if I could even do it, and wished I had my wine with me, so then I closed my eyes and walked out the door, immediately shaking all over as I felt the open air fluttering under my skirt and on my exposed ass, but I couldn’t stop, I needed to get in the car quickly as I could. and looking around, I spotted D in his vehicle two cars up, but just then, I noticed this guy walking up the sidewalk, and he was checking me out, so I slowed down hoping he would pass ahead of me, but he slowed right down stopping to let me by, he was looking up and down smiling at me, so I gave him a little smile and passed by in front him saying in a soft voice ‘ excuse me’ as he said ‘ mmm you are excused!’ I turned back slightly to see him standing there staring at my ass as I walked up to the car opening the door and jumping in, saying, ‘ hi D…Chanelle is on her way’.

D looked back at me, astonished, taking off his sunglasses, saying, ‘ holy shit, girl!!… I seriously didn’t recognize you! I thought, who is this babe headed my way?’ I gasped ‘ really?.. honestly?… do you think I am passable D?’ as I bounced shyly in my seat while he leaned back looking over the middle saying, ‘ girl…one hundred percent!… I want to eat you alive,’ I sat smiling, not sure if he and the rest of my new friends were just trying to boost my confidence, but either way, it was working! and just by making it to the car felt like I parachuted out of a plane and landed!, and I started to like it as I said smiling seductively ‘thank you D!, as he said pointing to Chanelle ‘ Finally!..for fuck sakes’ turning and starting the car as she hopped in, He pulled out fast mumbling to himself as Chanelle mouthed the words ‘I hate him’ pointing her gaze toward D as she sat quietly with her head in the phone, her demeanor had changed again and so did D’s as he put his earbuds in, I had so many questions and wanted to talk, but they were quiet as we drove along, so I quietly tucked my phone under my thigh and turned it on, deciding to have a look at my phone and read my messages, I waited as the muffled buzzing and chimes stopped and then opened my mom’s many messages, my heart sank when I saw

pictures of the cum stains on the cushions and my butt plug in Mr. Ander’s beer glass that I didn’t make out at first, and pictures of all my tools and lube jug and all the cards from the men I had met were thrown in the garbage, I was numb as I read through the last message that told me to take all my disgusting things and leave, and for me to go live with my father, I was busted and decided that I would not go back home or back to school and that I was going to live the way I wanted to live it and blocked her number and put my phone in my handbag and sat up, feeling free for the first time in my life.

As I looked around and could see that we were heading out of town and near a lake when we turned onto a property, Chanelle turned to me excitedly saying ‘ this is Peter’s place..he likes to watch and jerk off ‘, so I sat up peering out the window looking at this huge house as we slowly pulled to a stop, the driveway that was full of cars’ as Chanelle said ‘ oh it looks like a few more people than I thought!’, my heart started to race when she said ‘ ok D I will text you when we are done…ok let’s go sis!’ as she got out, so I opened my door and stepped out and quickly joined Chanelle by her side as we made our way up to the doors, she looked at me saying ‘ok here we go, don’t worry you will be fine, I will be right here with you as she pressed the doorbell as I took a deep breath when this tall guy answered the door in a housecoat saying ‘well, hello girls come on in, nice to see you again Chanelle.. .and you are Crissy!..your pictures do not justify your beauty’ as his eyes turned to my legs saying ‘ please remove your shoes girls…oh! and Crissy….would you mind removing your stockings?’ I softly spoke, saying ‘ oh not at all ..please excuse me ‘ as I took off my shoes and removed my stockings as gracefully as I could, while he watched me, holding out his hand as I passed him my stockings saying ‘ my you are an obedient angel aren’t you Making me smile, as he said to Chanelle ‘my Chanelle you will be joining the group in the pool room, you know how to get there, and Crissy! you are eagerly awaited upstairs with me and the others.

he then turned to me speaking softly into my ear they have all seen your pictures and are dying to meet you my angel’ so Chanelle turned to me and said with a reassuring look in her eye ‘ok Sis I will see you after the party ‘ and walked out of sight just as Peter spoke firmly ‘wonderful…yes now my dear I will need you panties’ and he held out his hand that was holding my stockings, so I looked up at him innocently and wiggled out of my panties nodding my head as I shyly passed them to him saying ‘yes sir’ as he took them saying ‘good girl.’ I couldn’t help but get instantly hard as a rock as he wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me up a beautiful staircase and towards a dark room where I could hear sex noises as we entered, where there were four guys sitting on a huge half-circle leather couch watching a porno movie, I was in shock seeing all those big men as Peter spoke to the group saying ‘ and here she is…please say hi to Crissy fellas ‘ as he walked me to this big ottoman that was positioned in the middle of the room.

I stood in front of it shyly smiling as all the men greeted me and started moving towards me as Peter said quietly ‘why don’t you kneel on the ottoman you will be more comfortable, I just smiled nervously climbing on and kneeling, as I looked around me as I held down the front of my skirt blushing as the men quickly removed their clothes, I had never had group sex before but had always fantasized about and had seen enough porn to know what happens!’ but I didn’t want to initiate anything in case it didn’t look ladylike, so I just smiled and tried to look pretty while submitting to them and didn’t speak and waited for the first cock to appear, my heart raced as I licked my lips as they surrounded me, with one in front of me saying ‘you want to help me with these?’ as he pushed his hips towards my face, so said in a soft sultry voice ‘ mmm…my pleasure’ and reached up undoing his pants biting my lip while the other men that I could see already had their cocks out and were Jerking off, I was in heaven and started them all off when I freed his cock and sucked his cock into my mouth Making him gasp swinging his hard catching me off guard as his cock slipped deep into my throat making me gag, just then I felt hands on my hips and my skirt being flipped up and hearing and feeling a glob of spit hit me right dead center in my little button, so I moaned loudly with a cock deep in my throat and arching my back until I felt the head of a big cock pressing into my ass and the moans and curses with heavy breathing coming from the other men as I slowly let myself go and started rolling my hips moaning loudly as he pounded my ass, while a hand touched my face directing me to another cock which I could easily handle while looking at the guy I was sucking before as he jerked his cock inches from my face when he gasped shooting his load on my cheek.

I quickly closed my eyes whimpering worrying about my makeup just as the guy behind me almost pinched my hip bones off as he came inside me as I rolled my hips hard into him, I wanted more as I sucked that guy’s cock looking up at him sensing his orgasm through his musky scent so I cupped his balls whimpering as my tongue searched for his load, suddenly I felt a body move in behind me so I curled my ass into him gasping catching my breath wiping my cheek so I could see through the cum that was partially blocking my view when I felt a big cock plunge deep into my ass as the guy I was sucking grabbed the back of my head fucking my face, I couldn’t get enough air through my nose, and he wouldn’t let my head go as he fucked my face, so I panicked and broke free gagging and gasping for air as she shoved his cock back deep again into my mouth, whimpering looking up at him pouting while breathing deeply through my nose as the guy behind me wrapped his hands around my neck choking and squeezing my neck so tight that everything went blue and then I was hit by the biggest orgasm of my life and came all over Sandy’s skirt at the exact moment he shot his huge load into my mouth as I moaned in deep pleasure rolling my ass into the guy behind me when he started to pant slamming his hips hard into my ass sending rushes of ecstasy shooting through my body as he came collapsing on me after he pulled his big cock out of me hugging my hips breathing heavily, so I reached back running my hand through his hair caressing his head as he groaned ‘my god that was the best fuck I have had in a while’ so I just smiled and wiggled my ass as he stood up and got his things, so I looked around and noticed Peter laying back on the couch as the last guy left the room stroking his big cock saying ‘ well that was awesome Crissy I am very impressed as I got into a kneeling position again saying with a big smile’ thank you, Sir, it was my pleasure’ he smiled throwing me a towel ‘ oh your pleasure…well then I guess you wouldn’t mind finishing this off for me then’ as he held his cock tightly at the base.

I didn’t say a word and slowly wiped my cheek off and snaked my way off the ottoman and on the couch between his legs as started slowly sucking his balls making my way up his long shaft and diving down fast and coming up real slow sensing how he liked it, but I wanted to go slow a savor his cock knowing that it might be the last cock of the party and I didn’t want it to end, so I made sure this was just as pleasing to me as it was for him, and I knew I was getting to him because he started running his hand through my hair and he made small gasps as I slowly and methodically sucked his cock, I was just closing my eyes, when I heard a voice say, ‘ Is this where the party is with Crissy ?’ and then Peter said ‘ if you came late then you will have to pay her for her services ‘I looked up at him as he pulled out his wallet throwing some money on the ottoman saying ‘ did anyone cum inside her yet’ as Peter said ‘ no! everyone practices safe sex here…by the way which group did you come with’ he said while I looked back at him smiling as he took off his clothes and slipped a condom on as I smiled to myself going back to Peters hot meat ‘I came here with Paul downstairs but after I saw her pictures and I just had to check her out…do you mind?’ I listened for Peter to answer as he said, caressing my head ‘ no, not at all’.

I felt like a piece of meat, and I loved it as the guy grabbed my hips rolling them back, spreading my ass cheeks as he moaned, spitting into my ass, saying ‘ fuck this slut has a perfect ass ‘ as he slipped his entire cock deep into my ass making me squirm moaning as I sucked Peter’s cock, I think the sight of me getting fucked and having his cock sucked was too much because he began slowly shaking his head side to side as I kept my rhythm while twirling my hips at the same time as his big cock swelled in my mouth before flooding me with his thick ropey cum, I swallowed every drop as I twirled my ass into that guy’s thrusts feeling his body begin to jerk and his grip tighten, so I curled back laying in a twisted position so I could watch his orgasm, he was a young hunk in his late twenties, and I was attracted to him immediately as he looked down at me saying ‘ fuck you are such a hot and cute girl!! …but you gotta work on those titties!! get them, and I would say almost perfect!!’ What he said made me feel a little unsexy, but I remembered what Chanelle had told me, so I smiled at him and moaned, ‘ aww thank you so much!’ deep down wanted to tits, but how? and was I ready to take that step? so I turned back facing Peter, laying my cheek on his thigh, bouncing my ass hard into him, making a slapping noise as he increased his speed fucking me harder and harder until he came slapping my ass cheek, making me wince and pinch his pulsing cock, He slowly pulled out of me as I lay there in-between Peter’s legs with my head resting my head on his lap as he said ‘you are amazing slut…mmm what a great fuck’ as he walked out of the room’ as I said ‘bye’ twinkling my fingers, then Peter moved and got up saying ‘ thank you, dear, you can get dressed, and I will show you out.’

I got up in a daze, feeling like my legs were going to buckle as I got up looking for my panties and stockings and got dressed and he walked me back to the door, I had imagined a whole different scenario of socializing with drinking music and all that, but I loved it and didn’t mind being a party favor at all, but I still wanted more when I noticed that Chanelle’s heels were gone as I put on my Maryjanes, he then handed me a wad of cash and said ‘ I very much enjoyed your company and would like to see you again soon Crissy’ I bounced shyly saying ‘ I can’t wait for Peter!’ and as he opened the door I was hit by the cool air wafting up inside my skirt, this time it felt nice as I walked outside and down the stairs and towards the driveway, where I could see D’s car, so I started walking towards his vehicle looking back over my shoulder to see a bunch of guys watching me so I threw in a little more hip movement practicing my walk smiling to myself feeling their eyes on me so I gave them all a big smile with a little wave and wiggled my ass, as I sighed loving my newfound life.

I got in, and Chanelle turned to me, saying, ‘ well, sis, you are a hit with the boys tonight,’ so I said to her smiling, ‘Really? that’s awesome …but is that it?…it was all over so fast!’ Making her laugh as D put in his earbuds and pulled out of the driveway, as she said, pushing me playfully, ‘ wow, you are a little nympho, aren’t you!…well, I will set up the laptop in your room and lend you some toys so you can play online tonight ok?’ She said, giggling as we got on the freeway; I nodded my head, saying, ‘so is it ok? to wear anything in Sandy’s room?..like her wigs?’ thinking how hot it would be to have a new persona every day but sadly she shook her head ‘no sorry those are off-limits, but I have a few petite ones that might fit your small head’ I laughed saying ‘ I didn’t even realize that they came in sizes!’ then she said well next week we are going on the road to Vegas, so you save up for the trip!..everything is cheap there and they have everything!’ So I bounced in the seat, gushing, ‘oh my god! Vegas!’ Wow, things just kept getting better, I thought as I shuffled up to Chanelle, speaking in a hushed voice ‘sis how do I go about getting breasts?’ She put down her phone, saying, ‘ well, there are few ways, Hunny, but they all involve years of hormone and counseling and therapy, and you have to meet all these requirements even to get breast augmentation, I slumped down feeling discouraged, saying ‘ wow I didn’t know it took that long’ looking at her breasts thinking that she must have started very young, as I continued to say smiling ‘ well where do I get started sis…can you help me? because

this is something I need to do!’ she looked me deep in the eyes, saying ‘ well, if you are serious about this and really want to transition, then we can talk to Daddy. He has friends who can fast track the process so that your doctor will have no other choice but to start you on a HRT program just like he did for Sandy and me, but your a new girl, so it depends on what Daddy says, but I think he would like to see if you stay with us for a while before he invests that much money first, I quickly asked ‘ how much is it, Chanelle?’ It’s three thousand five hundred for the procedure that is in Mexico you have to stay there for five days due to Mexican health guidelines, so hotels food flight tickets…it’s a big investment, but don’t worry just have patience and he will ask you eventually if you stick around.

My wheels were spinning, thinking that I could use the money from my college fund that I was saving for myself, but it was mostly what my dad and mom gave me to deposit; it came to around three thousand dollars, but all my identification and bank card were out of reach in the top drawer of my dresser back home in my room, so I would have to sneak back in but would have to wait until my mom and sister had left, but I put everything out of my mind as we arrived back at the Chanelle’s apartment.

We got out, and I followed Chanelle out, and D pulled away as I waved to him, but he just ignored me, so I looked towards her building, noticing Adnad holding the door open for us, saying ‘hurry up, I am missing my game’ so Chanelle ran up and held the door for us as he sprinted up the stairs ahead of us while Chanelle said hugging me ‘ I am so happy that you have decided to move in’ that made me feel so good and welcoming as I said ‘ would it be OK to keep my bike here?… I have a lock for it as we walked up the stairs and into the place ‘ sure you can keep it here by the door, when are you bringing it here?, as I replied ‘ I would like to get it tonight if that’s ok?’ then she said ‘ don’t you want to take a shower and change clothes first? Pointing to the washroom, I gushed ‘yes please’ so I quickly ran into Sandy’s room and took off the blouse, and skirt, keeping the bra and panties and grabbed my clothes and handbag, and headed for the shower; I was clean, fresh and all lubed up when I stepped out dressed in my old outfit, my new bra, and lace gaff fit perfectly with my old outfit, and the bra made me look like I was at least a triple-A, I just had to touch up the makeup that I tried to preserve.

I came out, and Chanelle was standing there waiting to use the shower but saw my make-up and took me to her room and fixed it up for me, she then gave me her cell number so I could call her when I was near so she could meet me downstairs when I got back as she walked me to the door saying ‘I have a surprise for you when you get back!… I think you are going to like it ‘ as I answered ‘ok! ..I will make sure I hurry’ as she closed and locked the door smiling.

I walked down the stairs to the lobby doors holding my handbag little nervous about walking that far dressed the way I was, but I wanted to prove to Chanelle and myself that I was really ready for this so I walked out with my head held high and headed down the street, I had made it down three blocks before I noticed that I didn’t even have to try walking sexy anymore and that my new the persona was doing it for me! Even when I stood waiting at the lights to cross the street, I just kept my mind on looking and feeling good and making it there and back in one piece and didn’t dare look at vehicles or anyone because I didn’t want to see their reaction good or bad, I just wanted it for me.

I finally got to the alley behind the club where I had hidden my bike hoping that it wasn’t stolen and was so happy to see it, so I unlocked it and made my way back to Chanelle’s apartment, deciding to walk my bike back to her apartment, feeling horny and confident enough to take the stroll route back, I wanted to see if I would attract any attention.

so as I made my way walking slowly down the street, I made sure to make eye contact with the drivers that circled around cruising the many prostitutes that lined the streets, but I only got a few passing glances, and that no one really noticed me except for some of the tgirls, I would hear them ridiculing me as I walked past them, but I just ignored them until this big scary one stepped in front of me saying loudly ‘ hey bitch! you are on the wrong corner! ..this is my street!’ She scared me, so I went around her and quickly mounted my bike a rode away as fast as I could, turning the next corner towards safety. I could hear her yelling at me, saying, ‘yeah, you keep going bitch!!!’ I peddled away, not looking back, thinking that I wouldn’t be welcome on that stroll; it was too dangerous! These girls could easily kick my ass if they ever got a hold of me, so I kept to the back streets and stopped a block away from the building to call Chanelle; she answered and agreed to meet me at the door.

She let me in, asking excitedly asking how my walk was, and I answered,’ it was awesome!… I loved every second ‘ as I carried my bike up the stairs and followed Into as she said, ‘wow you are coming along faster than Sandy!…you a natural sis!’, as I set my bike down saying ‘ all thanks to you and Daddy! ‘ she smiled saying ‘ I have a surprise for you!!. Follow me!’ as she led me to Sandys room, where I noticed the bright light as she opened the door, the lights surrounding the king-sized bed were shining on the new red satin bedding she had replaced, and on the bed was a laptop she had set up on the bed.

I walked closer to the bed, noticing that she had laid out five outfits on the bed, so I turned to her giggling as she sat next to the ‘ wow! what’s all this?’ She smiled, saying, ‘so Crissy, you need to work on your cam girl character Crystal, and Carlton thinks that you should go with a naughty private school tgirl theme because you have a babyface and are so petite, and with that feminine demeanor and polite manner, he thinks it would match your shy and bubbly personality Perfectly, and we can build around your sweet demeanor and exaggerate it!’ I stood there bewildered, saying ‘ ok yes!…but I didn’t know it involved so much work and acting!’ while she said, ‘ well if you want to be a successful camgirl, you will need to build a fantasy for your fans,’ she went on to explain how I would need to develop a storyline and a slutty profile for twinkle with all my likes and limits, and I needed to build a trademark look for my character that I needed to stay with for the first few months until I built a fan base, so I have something help you develop your look’ as she pointed to Sandy’s makeup vanity where there was a blonde wig with long braids mounted on a stand, so I walked up to it saying ‘wow …is it Swedish?…. I love it!…is it yours?’ She giggled, saying, ‘ yes, it was one of the first big purchases I ever made..it’s nice, but you need real short hair to wear it, but I have a feeling it will fit you’ I smiled nervously ‘ oh my god thank you… it’s so nice …is it real hair?’ I asked, lightly brushing it with the back of my hand as she said,’ no it’s synthetic, it makes it easier to maintain than real hair…let’s see if it fits you!’ So she sat me down and combed my hair back, saying, ‘tomorrow we have to be up early to go to Daddy’s for breakfast and our daily meetings’ I nodded my head as she slipped it on my head, tugging here and there fixing the bangs just perfect and then she said ‘ yes it fits just like I thought it would! It fits perfectly!’ I gasped, ‘holy shit!… I don’t even recognize myself!!.. I love it!’ She just smiled, saying, ‘we will pin it on properly tomorrow morning before we leave if you like, but first, we need to take some new pictures!’ So she had me get dressed back into the skirt and blouse outfit that I had worn to the party and had me pose again as she took new pictures. She then explained that the five outfits she picked out represented each day of the week, and it was up to me to decide how the order would go and to keep this wardrobe inline with my theme until I got more fans, saying that customers will become accustomed to your wardrobe and will know what you are wearing that particular day, and they will have their favorite in mind when they hit up your page, She had me change into the remaining outfits and model while trying hard not to repeat the same pose as I crawled and kneeled on the bed.

I was getting very tired as I changed into the last piece of clothing she had laid out; it was a black see-through athletic body thong which she had me wear with nothing on underneath and to tuck myself for most of the shots, which were sexier than all the rest, and was still in my sitting on the heels of my feet and deep in my thong, looking back over my shoulder at Chanelle when Adnad jumped on the bed stark naked, crawling up close and holding me tight from behind sending a rush through my body as Chanelle said ‘get off her Adi! she still has to finish writing her profile!’ so Adnad said holding me tightly smiling ‘ that’s why I am here! she asked me to help her!’ Making her laugh, saying, ‘yeah, right! You horn dog’ she said looking at the camera as she walked towards the door continuing to say ‘ok I am off to bed now, we will go over the pictures with Carlton tomorrow, so I will see you early in the morning ok?’ so I said ‘ok goodnight sis’ as Adnad ran his hand over my thighs and hips while he breathed heavily behind my neck saying ‘you smell nice…bend over’ I was really turned on by him and was secretly hoping he would visit me again as I whispered smiling ‘but I thought you didn’t like me that way’ turning my head to him as he grunted pushing my shoulders down saying ‘slut I didn’t ask you to speak’ so I bent down cradling my head in my arms as he pulled the thong part of my bodysuit aside and spread my ass cheeks saying ‘you have such a fuckable ass’ as I curled my back arching my ass, feeling his saliva hit me right in my little hole as he spits in my ass while feeling the head of his silky cock pressing hard Into my hungry ass making me gasp loudly moaning ‘ oh god yes!’ as he slipped his cock balls deep, mashing his pelvis hard into my cheeks scolding with a hard slap, making me wince in pain as he said loudly ‘ bitch shut up and don’t move’ so I just laid there closing my eyes in pleasure as he used me, my head spinning with each thrust of his hips, catching myself moaning as he gripped my hips harder as his speed before feeling his hot load lubricating us both as he continued to slowly fuck me, I moaned deeply in satisfaction knowing that he didn’t use a condom, it made me shudder with joy, needing cum deep inside me, leaving me feeling so relaxed and complete that I didn’t even feel him leave the bed after he pulled out of me, all I heard was the door close as I pulled the pillows down hugging them and feeling so comfortable that I decided that I would leave my story and profile until the next day and drifted off to sleep looking forward to the next sex-filled day.

I would be shamelessly lying if I denied that I was utterly envious of Elias.

It would be just wrong, and I’m a messed up person. Morally and emotionally. Even though I loathed him for being the polar opposite of me, it should still be acknowledged that the guy is great. He’s intelligent, wise, and an overall wholesome person. How he manages his senior year thesis and student council chairman responsibilities is just mindblowing to me.

Obviously, I’m none of those things. I’m a mediocre, chainsmoking, caffeine-and-booze-dependent engineering student who is, fortunately, fairly intelligent to reach graduation year in a program I never wanted. It didn’t help that Elias majors in the subject I originally wanted to take, which is humanities. Our sour, non-existent chemistry and my irrational hatred for him only makes it harder for us to bond.

But Elias and I share one thing: we’re both popular. He’s popular for being these goody two-shoes role model, I’m popular for being an award-winning student athlete… and a staple at every frat party. So you could say we were the typical “polar opposites” trope. The geek and the jock. The nerd and the bully. The angel and the devil.

Only thing is those tropes are true. I did bully the poor guy since high school, and even until now. Although bullying becomes lame in college so I just irritated him most of the time. Part of me always thought that I probably just attended this university to piss him off until the end. I’ve always known this was his dream school. Well, boo-hoo.

It was just months ago that I realized what was the root of my hatred for him. I mean, yes, he was a smile with two legs which just irritates the fuck out of me. He got great grades, great friends, great papers… even great family, goddamnit. My god, he was great.

And then it hit me. I wasn’t just envious of the guy. I admired him. God, I wanted to be him and be with him. I wanted to be friends with him.

But of course, who would want to be friends with someone who made their entire high school life a living hell? Scratch that, who would want to be friends with someone who has tormented them since 13?

And he took revenge for those awful, awful things I did. A revenge I deeply, truly deserved.

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It was a busy yet boring Friday night. I went back to the dorm so frustrated and sleep-deprived. Coach Wen knew about the swim team’s weekly booze-filled rendezvous at the pool hosted by none other than me. Of course, I was the one most heavily reprimanded. As a respected figure in the swim team, I can admit that I should’ve done better.

Like always lock the doors when the party starts. Or know where to hide liquor bottles so it can be cleaned up the next day. Or fucking realize that the student council always stay late for meetings in the nearby hall.

That goddamn son of a bitch Elias ratted us out. And now we lost our key privileges.

I know I always mess with him and truth be told, he should mess with me more so we’re even. But this shit is where I draw the line. He just ruined a swim team traditional that has been ongoing for two years, thanks again to me.

And the perfect opportunity to get back at him presented itself to me, in the form of a knock on the door.

“Knock knock,” a vaguely familiar voice said.

I didn’t bother to respond. I sat on my bed, coffee in hand and my phone on the other.

“It’s Kendrick, I need to drop our thesis paper.”

And there was it. Insert lightbulb above my head.

I placed my cup on my study desk and walked to the door. That sassy, poker-faced councilor of the student council presented himself on the doorway as I opened it, a pile of papers tightly clutched between arms.

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” his sales representative voice muttered, “I just need to drop this by Eli’s room. It’s got all the signatures and stuff, minimal revisions. Please tell him that.”

He handed me the document like it was a newborn infant. “A’ight.”

“P-Please be careful. We can’t afford to… lose it or something.”

“What, man, don’t you trust me?” I faked an assertive voice just to mess with him. Of course I was going to take care of it.

“Um,” Kendrick paused, head slightly tilting, “…no?”

Of course he didn’t. He was one of those rats who submitted a report about our weekly activity. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut, not waiting to hear a forced thank you from that robot-looking twink.

I placed the document on his desk, trying to devise a plan that would surely teach him a lesson but not put his academic effort on the line. That paper was practically a two-year-old baby Kendrick and “Eli” raised together.

Finally, after a few sips of coffee, the perfect idea dawned on me.

I couldn’t wait to see how it would turn out.

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As expected, Elias came to our shared dorm about an hour after I arrived. The backpack clinging on his left shoulder dragged his frame downward. His usually bouncy hair was lifeless and unkempt. Must have been from hair pulling due to stress. He looked so exhausted that I almost backed out from my plan.

By my god, he was still gorgeous. Elias dumped his backpack on his bed and removed his hoodie, slightly dragging the hem of his t-shirt exposing his toned torso. He kept his plain white tee on, just moist enough from sweat that I can see the outline of his body from my sight. It was fucking impressive that alongside council work and graduation year, Elias still managed to be smoking hot.

I didn’t wait for him to sit down before saying, “Hey, that sassy councilor Kendrick dropped by to give the thesis paper or something.”

I caught a look of relief from his poor, poor face. Elias kicked off his shoes before proceeding to his desk. “Thanks,” he said.

Elias inspected the cover for a few minutes before flipping to the next page. I let out a breath I was unconsciously holding. Finally, he froze. I heard a small mutter of ‘huh’ from him before he dragged his fingers on the advisers’ signatures.

“That’s…” Elias’s fingers glided on the paper. “… odd.”

It was my cue. I stood up, a fresh batch of coffee in my hand. I was particularly in the mood for cold brew that week, maybe that’s why the aftermath was so terrible.

“Why?” I asked as if clueless, “Huh, you’ve met Aldridge—”

“Reggie, did you do anything to this paper?” I knew he would suspect me, but I didn’t expect him to be so intimidating about it. Elias’s aura completely changed. He turned from tired to mad immediately.

Nonetheless, I needed to maintain my composure. “No, man. Kendrick gave it to me and I placed it there. Nothing more, nothing less.” I took a sip from my coffee, not breaking my eye contact with him.

To my surprise, Elias seemed to believe me. “Ken knows better than to Photoshop these signatures.” He sighed in frustration. “These… these look like printed signatures. They’re supposed to be wet signatures.”

His frustration was at the peak. Combine that with exhaustion, I had no idea what Elias was feeling but I was sure it was terrible.

And I was about to make it more, more terrible.

“Well, let me see.” I stepped closer and deliberately hit my foot on his bed’s foot, making me stumble on his desk and spilling my cup all over it.

Including his beloved, precious two-year-old baby.

“Oh my god!” I raised my voice, scrambling the papers in fake panic so it absorbs all the cold brew. “Dude, I am sorry. Shit—”

I felt a strong grip on my shoulder pushing me away from the desk. Elias was red and pale at the same time. Anger and fear played tug-of-war with his mind as the rope. He was overwhelmed with what to do next, at the same time clueless on how to act.

“You…” sounded his shaky breath, “… piece of shit.”

I remember being so conflicted on whether to confirm the prank at that moment, but I did anyway. I figured I didn’t want the poor guy to have a heart attack on our dorm room.

“I’m clowning, man!” I lightly punched him on the arm. “That’s not your real paper! I just photocopied the first two pages.”

The last words barely came out comprehensible as I had a fit of laughter. The way his face was all scrunched from confusion, anger, and stress-induced twitching was so comical for me. I collapsed on his bed, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard.

Elias’s eye twitched, and as if he could not get any scarier and unpredictable, his face turned blank. “Why would you do that?” was all he could mutter.

It took me a while to sit up and contain my laughter, “I don’t know man, I’m pissed at you.” I reasoned, “You ratted me—no, you ratted the whole team out, and now our coach can’t even trust us with a damn key.”

The next things that happened weren’t so funny anymore. I was positive, at that moment, that Elias went completely numb. I felt partly guilty. I made him believe that I accidentally damaged his work because of a little hiccup. I realized how many sleepless nights (and days) he and Kendrick spent producing that thesis. My amused smile dropped as I just watched him stand beside his desk, fingers still atop the pool of coffee.

“Look.” I stood up and opened my cabinet, fishing out the genuine thesis document, “I kept it here. That pile were just old drafts of mine. Those signatures, photocopied! That’s why they don’t look wet.”

After I finished my rambling, Elias still didn’t budge. I placed the thesis paper on my desk. My fear led me to actually bury it under my folders in case a phantom cup spills all over it. I hesitantly waited for a response, yell, or emotion.

I, expectedly, immediately regretted it.

Instead of getting a verbal reprimand like I usually get, my face received the warning. The sound of his palm meeting my cheek echoed around our room. I stood there frozen yet shaking, my left cheek immediately red and tears threatening to escape from my lids.

“You’re a fucking jerk, Reggie.” He slapped me one more time, actually making me stumble to the side. That was the moment I fully regretted what I did. Instead of feeling angry that Elias was being butthurt because of a harmless prank, I actually felt ashamed.

I felt like I deserve all seven slaps he gave.

Yes, I counted. Seven times, his palm met my cheek. I also remembered feeling so shameful and dirty as those slaps weren’t enough for me. I wanted more than seven slaps. My yearning for his touch grew beyond strong slaps on the face.

That’s when it really dawned on me. There’s this irrational hatred to people that stems from the pure, carnal desire to bang them. It’s mostly unexplainable, but people experience it at least once in their life. If they deny it, then they’re just fooling themselves.

I didn’t have any plans to keep it for myself.

“You got what you deserved, Reggie. You and your snobby, spoiled, asshole teammates.” That was when he gave me the last slap. I collapsed on my bed from the force, yet I immediately sat up. His large shadow covered me, making me cower in actual fear with a hint of excitement.

“I’m going to fuck you up, you hear me? I’m going to fuck up your image, Reggie. I’ve endured enough from your mindless clowning. You’ve fucking messed with me since seventh grade, man. Well that ends today.”

His spiteful monologue gave him no chance to breathe, but he didn’t pant anyway. Elias was composed, but it was obvious in his tone of voice that he had absolutely no control of what he was rambling about.

Neither was I.

“Remember this, Reggie.” He grabbed my shirt, making me produce a shaky gasp from his force, “I will fuck up your life.”

I remember being so scared yet very much turned on. I’ve seen Elias angry in student formations, and that alone made me horny. But him being angry towards me, because of what I’ve done… It was a different matter. I was hungry for it. I became submissive towards him.

“Fuck me…” It was a breathless whisper at first. Elias’s demeanor broke for a second, but his anger immediately returned.

“The fuck did you say?” Even in his whispers, his tone was assertive. I wasn’t positive that Elias heard me. But if he did, part of me thought he just wanted me to repeat my words.

“F-Fuck…” I almost begged, breathe still shaky and mind drunk in lust, “… me.”

It took about half a minute before either of us moved. It felt like eternity though. I could only watch beneath Elias as he shifted to different kind of emotions in that short span of time. Meanwhile, the most I could do was to simply admire him. I never realized his brown eyes were lighter up close. His jet-black hair, although messy, looked almost like strands of velvet. Some of it even tickled my cheeks.

Being a schoolmate of his for, like, eternity, I can confidently say that I almost memorize Elias’s face. He was always in posters. I guess seeing the congratulatory or election posters everywhere during high school and college motivated my insecurity-driven bullying. Elias always presented a signature smile that was so trusting and charming, and I just wanted to tear that shitty… adorable smile down.

That moment was a different situation, though. I wished he would resume to his usual self because seeing him up close with an unpredictable look was too fucking terrifying. His furrowed, thick brows and huge, twitching eyes made me feel worse than the half-moon eyes that came with his beaming smile.

Elias, as far as I know, is an out and proud pansexual man. I’d like to believe that he won by landslide in the student council elections just for diversity. Or maybe because he’s really cute and charming. Or maybe because he really was the only one skilled and qualified enough to be chairman.

But being into anyone doesn’t mean being into everyone. I just wished, as I muttered those words, that I was one of the fortunate beings this hot bastard found doable.

And my concern was given a solution right away. His arms that snaked from my chest to my wrists answered my concern. His long, smooth fingers that gripped my wrists assured me that what I want was possible. His lips landing on mine confirmed that it was happening.

I somehow calmed down under his tight grip and gentle kiss. I was still shocked from his earlier outrage. The gentle making out didn’t last long. Elias involved teeth and tongue in his kisses. I was back to being tense.

Finally, he broke the kiss and spoke, “You meant every word you say, Reg?”

Reg. That was cute. He never called me anything but Reggie or my surname. The thought manifested in my smile before responding, “Mhm.”

“What’s ‘mhm’?” Elias let go of my wrists. “I need a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

Elias Garza, the man I’ve been unconsciously lusting after, was practically asking my permission if he could fuck me. And I was hesitant to answer.

I, who wanted his touch so badly, could not form an answer.

I guess it was just because of the nerves. It was the first time he and I reached to this kind of… proximity. And, on top of that, intimacy. He wouldn’t even share a water goblet with me or let me sit on his bed even just to fix my shoes.

And I was hesitant? To have sex with him?!

Not later, I was finally pulled back to reality. Elias got off my bed, ignoring the forming tent under my crotch. Or the desperate idiot who just, moments ago, begged him to fuck him. Elias carelessly slid away the folders atop his thesis paper. He sat on my chair and browsed through the pages. When he detected that the signature page was genuine, he proceeded to check the other pages.

Of course, I was dumbstruck. The next step was a double-edged sword. It was either a.) I ignore him too and never make a sexual advance towards him. However, he will remember that I do have lustful feelings for him. Or… b.) I make a complete tool of myself and say ‘yes’, even though the tension turned awkward.

Elias, who was composed but weirdly haughty, cut the awkward silence, “I’m still waiting for an answer.”

Thank god he presented a third option. Still, I was hesitant to answer. I sat up on my bed and steadied my breathing. I realized… it was now or never. Because in no fucking way I was going to repeat this stupid mistake.

“Yeah…” I finally said. Elias looked up from his papers and rotated the chair so he was facing me. With parted legs, he shamelessly presented the hard-on he had under his jeans. I swallowed and just imagined how amazing it would be if I—

“Come here,” said his order. I obeyed, shyly walking towards him. I stopped just a feet in front of him, limbs in a mindless state as I waited for his next order.

Elias handed me the document. “Put this in my cabinet.”

I took the document and made my way to his desk. I understood what made him an effective leader. He knew when and how to be serious. If only he reprimanded me with this approach whenever I made a mess of our room or I made fun of him, maybe I would’ve been an overall better person to him.

Upon seeing the task finished, Elias barked his next command, “Come here. Sit.” It was harder to read his current expression that time. His stern demeanor may have meant amusement, disappointment, hunger, impatience… honestly, it’s probably all of those combined.

My chair was a basic computer chair but nothing to put the arms on. When he stated his order, I knew right away what to do. I lowered myself down to his lap, making sure to slightly grind my thighs on his crotch. Elias noticed what I was doing, and the firm grip on my thigh immediately made me stop.

Elias didn’t say anything else. With another hand on my thigh, he pushed my head towards his and kissed me. He was in full command of what was going on. I soon forgot the objective of my prank, which was to get back at him. He was now getting back at me for all the shitty things I’ve done which, honestly, was scary considering how unpredictable he was when angry.

“You got a condom and lube here?” He broke the kiss, his face now softer. I figured that Elias finally lowered his guards a little bit, so I made a harmless joke.

“What, you don’t got any?”

Elias answered with a slap on my face.

“Unlike you, I take my business elsewhere.” That familiar soft gaze was now gone. “I value the privacy of who I live with.”

Elias’s words stung because I knew exactly who he was talking about. With a lowered head, I pointed to my cabinet. He rolled the chair backwards to reach the cabinet. The stuff was easy to find as it was practically the first thing one will see when they open my cabinet.

He placed the condom and lube on one side while carelessly sliding off my things on the table. I stared at him in shock as the sound of papers, metal, and pencils hitting the floor echoed around the silent room. Believe me, I was very excited to have sex with him, but his unpredictability was making me tense.

A gasp left my mouth when he lifted me with both hands and—like my material things—carelessly dumped me on the desk. Elias stripped me naked first… or practically destroyed my top. The poor, ripped shirt fell lifelessly on the floor. He didn’t even give me time to process before roughly pulling my pants until I was left with nothing but my underwear.

I know it sounds conceited, but the sight of my hard-on barely being contained by my pre-cum stained briefs were nothing short of erotic. Elias shared the same sentiment. He was visibly drooling at the sight in front of him. I felt oddly proud and bashful at the same time.

“Someone seems excited, huh…” One finger danced on my underwear, tracing the bulging figure that twitched with excitement. I moaned in pleasure and protest. He was obviously dragging it out as a sort of revenge.

Elias is naturally impatient, and it doesn’t help that I was too. I guided his hand on my crotch just so he could stop his playful tactics.

Except that his palm, once again, hit my cheek.

This time, Elias didn’t say anything. His look was enough warning for me that neither of us was patient enough to deal with each other, but I needed this more.

He did remove his hand from my crotch to strip himself off. Which was great because I felt vulnerable being the only naked person in the room. He finally revealed his body (which I almost never see because he’s a prude who changes his clothes in the bathroom). And my god, whoever produced my despised wet dreams about him did a good job on predicting his body.

Elias was—in the best terms—fit. In fact, his body looked vaguely close to the normative standard of gay tops, but he was still the hottest motherfucker I have ever seen. There was just this confident and charming aura that always surrounded him, but sensing that from him while he was naked was a whole other level of sexy.

He didn’t rush sliding his jeans off, revealing a much bigger package that his underwear barely kept. I knew… I fucking knew this bastard had a to-die-for dick the moment we reacquainted as roommates.

“Ah…” The shameless slut in me didn’t even conceal it. Manifesting in my gaping mouth and unblinking eyes was the fact that I’ve been hungry for him and his dick for a long time.

Elias resumed the kiss, palming both my crotch and his in a rhythmic manner. I looped my arms around his neck, deepening the sloppy, wet kiss. He finally got bored with simply rubbing me. With a steady hand on my waist and an eager, swift hand, he hastily slid my underwear down. It was about time he got rid of it.

But Elias was a petty man, and I should’ve realized that when his hands went to my chest instead of my cock. He planted trails of kisses on my chin, along my jaw, and down my neck. Naughty fingers and polished nails swirled on my skin, giving me goosebumps everywhere. I’d like to believe he was admiring my fit and hairless swimmer’s build.

He did. He was praising me with his rough kisses. He decorated my smooth skin with mild bites. He worshipped my body as I let him touch and pinch me all over. We worshipped each other’s bodies as if we had both forgotten our grudges against each other.

Since Elias was a hot yet petty bitch who had no current intention but to drive me insane, I realized that I needed to take initiative if he wasn’t going downwards.

To his surprise, I jumped from the desk and gave him one last peck before dropping to my knees. “If you’re not gonna do shit,” I grumbled, impatience laced in my voice, “Well, I’m not gonna wait.”

I pulled his briefs down, head slightly dodging Elias’s cock that finally broke free of that thin fabric. With my free hand, I pulled the chair nearer and pushed his hips. Elias seemed to happily oblige, and he even adjusted his seat. He won his little fucking game called ‘Pissing Off Horny Reggie’.

His dick was everything I predicted it to be. It was as if the heavens heard my prayer: to grant me a good dick attached to a good man. A good six or seven incher, perfect girth, and a slight curve. I’m not joking when I say that I questioned the presence of a divine being that moment because his dick looked just like I imagined it to be. If there was, I must be doing something good to deserve this.

Elias’s now fully erect cock was now leaking. I made sure to lick it all up clean, eyes staying on his, while I did the deed.

But before I was able to take his whole length in my mouth, Elias pulled my head away.

“I want to finger you first.” Elias rolled his seat away with his feet. I was quick to argue with him, however. I was done with his teasing. The caffeine bump was hitting and if I didn’t get any action tonight, I wouldn’t want to stay up for hours with only regret and desperation bothering my mind.

“Fuck you, Elias. I’ll suck you.” I pulled the chair nearer, locking his thighs with my arms so he couldn’t pull away. “Sick and tired of your shit, man.”

I should’ve expected it. I really should have. I lost count on his slaps today, but this hit felt fresh and actually painful. It was hard enough to make my body sway, but I was quick to return my composure.

It was a battle of impatience, hot-headedness, and desperation. I didn’t care if I played fair, I just wanted to win. I gripped Elias’s wrists, locking it on the side of his thighs. His face didn’t display fear or defeat yet, but I did sense a smidge of confusion from him.

“How about this…” Maybe I was in it to play fair, just for the sake of us both getting to the finale, “I suck you… while I finger myself?”

Elias seemed to consider the idea, but he was still persistent, “No, Reggie. I finger you, then you suck me.”

“Life’s not fair, chairman. You’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

I didn’t wait for Elias’s response before licking his dick from taint to head. Elias struggled under my hold. He didn’t seem to realize that while he was obviously the more dominant among us, I was still the more athletic. I planted a few playful licks on the tip before slowly bobbing my head on half his cock. Elias, even though struggling and defeated, seemed to be pleasured judging by his groans.

I was confident in my blowjob skills. Most of my ex-partners and hookups eventually compare my skills to other people, including their girlfriends. And I’m proud of that. I know how to pleasure a man, as a man myself. I’m even prouder to say that I was not failing this particular person. He seemed to love the way my tongue twirled on and around his dick. I felt Elias’s fingers snake on my nape. I must have lost control on my grip. I knew what was going to happen and I was more than ecstatic for it.

To my surprise, Elias pushed my head deeper in a slow manner, as if he was listening to my gags and making sure nothing goes overboard. That gesture brought a blush to my face. No matter how horrible his temper may be, Elias was still considerate. I ignored his push anyway and sucked deeper, making my nose touch his trimmed pubic hair.

I immediately picked up that familiar, addicting scent of jasmine body wash. God, everytime he walked in the room, freshly bathe, that intoxicating scent filled the room. He refused to share the soap with me. Hell, not even tell me the brand. It didn’t help that his fabric conditioner was lavender. The scent of those aromatic florals seemed to bloom from every pore of his smooth skin. It was all making me oddly, insanely hornier.

I bobbed my head a few times before pulling his cock out to regulate my breathing. Spit connected my lower lip and the glistening tip of his penis. I lapped all the spit and pre-cum that threatened to fall on the floor. Damn, even his dick tasted like how I would imagine jasmine to taste like.

I felt Elias grip my hair, but he did not pull it. His free hand held mine and he brought it close to his lips. Even from licking my fingers, I could judge that Elias’s tongue was skilled. He did not miss one curve, bite, or spit. I found myself completely distracted by the way he managed my fingers.

Elias noticed that. Immediately.

His grip instantly became tighter; a cue to resume my unfinished job. I was becoming tired of the blowing. Believe me, it felt good to go down on him and hear sounds of satisfaction from him. I felt proud, goddamnit. But self-proclaimed sluts do get tired. The caffeine bump was especially messing up my heartbeat and sweating, so breathing through the constant throating he demanded got more difficult.

Finally, he stopped sucking. I took it as a cue to stop as well. But you know what they say… ‘the end of something is just the beginning of another thing’ or whatever.

“Fuck yourself, Reg.” He threw my hand back at me.

“Fuck yourself too, Eli,” I managed to retort. I could see that he wasn’t amused by the nickname, nor that response. I ignored his look and coated my hole with spit. I could manage fingering with spit alone, but with a dicking like this I would need more than that. I just wished that Elias didn’t forget about the bottle that he took out from my cabinet.

I figured that if he was going to be a little bitch, I’d be one too and put on a show. I guess it was the caffeine that instantly made me up and cocky. I got up and put myself back on my desk. He’s lucky he didn’t decide to fuck me on his desk. I could just wipe mine with rubbing alcohol after.

I spat a bit on two fingers and made my way down my ass. I was finally in control of my own fucking dick. Elias watched me from his seat, barely showing an amused reaction. He seemed to be more pissed that I was taking over of the situation. His eyes followed the parting of my legs, and I was positive I saw him gulp at the sight of my erect dick and spit-covered hole. That gulp might be due to hunger, but I choose to fool myself and say that that was out of tension.

“I’m gonna do it myself, Eli,” I muttered between pants, making sure to display a cocky smile, “Since you won’t do it yourself. Figured I might be better at this… than you.”

My middle finger penetrated my hole first. It was alright starting with two, but I wanted to drag it out just to get a reaction out of him. After a few thrusts, I grew immediately tired of just one finger. I re-lubricated my index with a sensual spit and thrusted both fingers into my ass. It felt good and I was relaxed, but it was obviously underwhelming.

My free hand stroked my cock. I haven’t pleasured myself in weeks because of senior year duties so it felt great to do it again. I felt alive again. I deliberately made my moans louder, earning a scowl from Elias.

And then I remembered something. Something to ultimately tease the fuck out of him. A guy next door was, I think, a volunteer at the council. I knew he was fairly close with Elias. I also knew that they knew they lived next to each other.

“God, Elias!” I literally screamed, making my pace quicker and deeper. Elias seemed unbothered by it first, until I lightly banged my head on the wall. “You feel so fucking good!”

That’s when Elias realized none of the dorm rooms were soundproof. He immediately stood up and inserted his thumb in my mouth. I was quick to bite him, just light enough to get rid of the finger. He wrapped his hand around my cock as a warning, the grip getting tighter as my sounds got louder.

“Yes, yes Elias!” I figured that if he was gonna muffle my screams, other sounds could do. I continued banging my head, waiting for his next step to stop me from making a scene. A panicked expression on him looked cute. He couldn’t ruin his image because of a “hookup” he brought back to the dorm. Even though our campus was generally liberal, there were still things considered trashy.

“Oh, you fucking cunt.” Elias shook his head. I finally made him snap.

He slapped my hands away from my ass and dick, replacing the fingers in my hole with his. His fingers were barely lubricated so it stung a bit, but his fingers’ motion took me over with a wave of pleasure. Elias surely knew his way with fingering.

My voice eventually got less loud as I was severely distracted by the way he fucked me with his hands. Constant reminders of satisfaction came out of my mouth. Nothing extra, none exaggerated. It felt great, period. Even though he didn’t bother to stroke my dick.

But it turned out he did have plans on touching my dick. With his tongue. Elias crouched down and quickly planted a spit on my hole. I shuddered as his teeth grazed on my ass cheeks. He had a way of using teeth that was neither painful nor comfortable. God, he was so good. His tongue made his way up to my balls which he sucked for a moment. His tongue and hands, each pleasuring two different parts, almost brought me to climax. He seemed to notice that I was close, so he stopped. I’m glad he did, because in no fucking way I was going to cum without him fucking me first.

Elias pulled me towards him, making me almost fall on the floor. His skilled hands caught me before I slipped, securing my legs which almost touched my shoulders. He practically folded me in half. God, I felt so dirty in that position. I felt like a vulnerable, helpless little whore with Elias’s arms and hands as my chains. He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and wore it over his cock. I took initiative and squirted a generous amount of lube on my palm. I did like it rough, but I want my first time with this guy at least leaning on the ‘pleasure’ side. I spread the lube all around his dick and a bit more on the tip.

The sensation of his dick’s tip poking my entrance sent shivers down my spine. It was finally happening. My subconscious fantasy of him banging me was finally true. I didn’t care anymore if that volunteer sophomore next door heard me. I hope Elias didn’t care too if I screamed his name. He’s pretty unlucky to have an uncommon name.

“Fuck…” He was the first to moan. Only his tip was in, but holy shit did he stretch me. I let out a slow, soft groan. It was hard to adjust to his size with such an uncomfortable position, but I was too horny to move. I know Elias was too.

“You’re tight, Reg. Damn.” Elias thrusted an inch deeper. He was still so gentle even though we’re still in the middle of an unresolved fight. I suddenly yearned for rough treatment from him… like how he slapped me and called me names earlier. I figured that would probably come later.

After a few minutes of him stretching my hole, I was finally comfortable with his dick in me. “You can go faster,” I requested. Elias obliged and picked up his pace.

My insides, which were previously burning from the friction and size, felt electric jolts of pain and pleasure with every slippery thrust. I produced a series of soft, low moans which increased in volume and pitch as he went faster. Elias never broke his eye contact with me. He wanted to read every feeling that glossed my eyes. He occasionally asked me if I was okay, and I responded affirmatively through my breathless moans.

“Fucking hell, ‘li…” was all I remember saying to him over and over again, alongside my wordless hisses, grunts, and moans. I wanted to remember his name, that moment, and his face soaked in sweats of pleasure and heat as he fucked the world out of me. If I could just mentally record it, I would’ve definitely done that.

The caffeine was still in my system. I was out of breath and my heartbeat seemed irregular, or maybe it was just regular and I was just crazed by how great his dick felt. I was the first to break the eye contact as my head fell to the side. I was probably close to passing out from the overwhelming sensations.

I didn’t notice my reflection looking back at me. There was a mirror that hanged on the side of my adjacent closet. It was an unconventional placement but I had nowhere else to place it.

I looked like a complete mess. My sweat-soaked locks were all over my face, which was glossed by tears and sweat. My naturally tan skin was oddly pale, with rosy spots littered randomly on my skin thanks to Elias’s kisses and bites. Saliva dripped from my parted, rosy-red lips. If I wasn’t high on the sex and the lingering floral scent in the air, I would’ve been immediately insecure by the way I looked.

Elias didn’t mind. I’d like to believe he thought it was erotic. His thrusts became deeper, sending my hips and thighs into a fit of shudders and jolts. My sounds were becoming louder and louder. I was positive the neighboring students were already concerned (and turned on, I guess).

His thrusts finally stop. Well, not that I wanted it to stop, but I was just confused on why he’d suddenly stop. Elias didn’t let me ask shit as he pulled my body off the desk and turned me around. I felt a push on my shoulder and a tight, clawing grip on my hips.

This was what I was waiting for.

Elias didn’t even let me adjust to the new position. Luckily, I didn’t need to. With parted legs, his dick easily slid in my semi-abused hole. Every following thrust was a painful and addicting reminder on why I deserved his treatment. His secure grip on my wrists was a bittersweet reminder that in that very moment, he was in control and there was nothing else I can do but to take it.

My moans were out of control. I don’t even remember that part well. I believe I was passing out every few minutes or maybe my brain was just fried from the fucking and caffeine. Nonetheless, I remember it to be hazy and loud.

The thrusts momentarily stopped. I had no spare energy to find out what was going on. I was too high on the moment. My mind only cleared when I felt a piece of fragrant fabric stuff my mouth.

I never imagined that I would be even hornier after what Elias did. His fucking alone was driving me crazy, and now he made sure that all I would smell (and taste) was his musky, floral scent. My senses, all of them, were severely overwhelmed. But at the same time, I felt numb from all that.

All I could smell was that sickly floral scent. All I could taste was my coffee-laced spit soaking his briefs. All I could hear was his hot groans and my muffled pleads. All I could feel was his sweet, rough, yet merciful thrusts. All I could see was my reflection on the mirror.

“I’m cumming, Reg.” I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I didn’t get enough of his dick, but at the same time I was legit close to actually passing out from exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. I sent him a lousy nod as I let him abuse my hole for a last few pumps.

The sound that came out of Elias’s mouth when he climaxed was fucking music to my ears. It made me feel proud. I was able to pleasure him that much. That was big for me. So was his load.

Elias is a busy man, so I figured those long ropes of cum he pumped on my back was a couple weeks’ worth. I could see in Elias’s smile that it was all worth it.

Fuck, that damned smile was back. I was supposed to be back to loathing Mr. Chairman. I was quickly recovered from my high, much to my disappointment. Elias finished and I immediately felt his warm cum drizzle down my thighs.

“You came?” Elias asked, slightly panting. I didn’t even know if I did. If I came, I wasn’t aware that I did. I stood up straight. Pain pricked on my back before I even got to fully stand up.

“Huh. You did. And I didn’t even jack you off.”

I felt a tingle on my spine. Elias was resting his chin on my shoulder, with his right hand on my waist and the other hand wiping off the neglected cum on my abdomen. I didn’t dare push him away as I kind of needed the support at that moment. Plus, it was a strange, cute feeling.

I never pegged Elias as a wild kind of man. I deadass portrayed him as a vanilla type, someone who wouldn’t even consider the idea of a position that was not missionary. I guess he proved me wrong. Looks can fool, indeed.

Elias brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth. I could only, wordlessly watch him as he lapped all my cum up.

“You should eat more fruits.” He whispered after swallowing, a foreign smirk pasted on his face.

Joe was a good dude. He read all my posts and agreed to help me. He had all the items ready including some expensive Scotch I like. After a couple of tasty drinks, he got into character and began: 

“Get on the fucking floor and shut up, bitch!” I quickly knelt down next to the dining table, looking down at the floor. Hearing the rattle of chains and buckles I started to get hard. “Hands behind your back, you fuck!” I quickly obeyed. He roughly pulled my wrists back further, tightly buckling thick leather straps around them. It hurt my arms he was pulling them back so far and hard. I let out a little whimper. “I told you to shut the fuck up!” He jerked my arms back to make me feel the pain of disobeying. I held my mouth closed. This was getting a little out of hand. But when I realized my wrists were bound together, I knew it was too late. I looked over my shoulder at him. He was smiling. “This is going to be fun, you stupid fuck!”

Before I could beg for a break, he had my elbows strapped together. That hurt a lot. My shoulders were pinned back much further than I ever would have thought possible. “What the hell?” I blurted out. “You need to shut the fuck up.” A big wad of what seemed like silk underwear was stuffed into my mouth. Several pairs of pink and blue and red ladies’ panties. After those were in, he had more to add. My cheeks were puffed out from all the panties. Corners of them were poking out between my lips. My mouth was forced nearly all the way open with them. “You are going to thank me for shutting you up. Otherwise, I’d have to beat you into silence, you stupid little fuck toy.” I was scared about how I’d allowed him to get me here. Scared about being alone and helpless with a man I barely know. The sound of wide sticky tape ripping off a big roll scared me even more. 

“Mummphhh!” My last words, so to speak. This was some special black rubbery extra sticky tape. It was 4 inches wide covering my mouth from under my nose to the bottom of my chin. He wrapped a long thick piece around my head. It covered half my face. Even though I was pretty nervous, the feeling of the sticky rubbery tape made my little dick get even harder. I love to be gagged with sticky tape.

His hands were on my face, pressing the tape. He looked me over and nodded his approval. “Now we are going to get up, go down to the basement where I’m going to fuck you brains out, bitch!”

I pretended to fight him, trying to resist. I was sort of really trying. We stopped in the hallway where there was a mirror. He turned me facing it and took some photos. I was leaning back with him pulling at my arms. My shirt was pulled half off. My jeans were unzipped and about to fall off. The tape covering my mouth, gagging me, was substantial. I wasn’t making any noises today. “These will be the before pictures. The after pictures won’t be this nice.” 

I struggled and tried to cry out. He had his phone taking a video of me stumbling through the doorway and down the dark staircase. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. He was laughing. I was starting to cry. It was fucking awesome!

Part 2, coming soon.

I woke up the next morning still hoping it was just a bad dream. It was 9am and I looked at my phone and there was a text from Mr.Kevin which read- BE READY AT 5pm. MY stomach dropped. I couldn’t focus all day. I was scared but also turned on. My phone beeped and it was another text from him- There is a bag at your door, take a shower and wear these. I ran to the door and found the bag and went into my room. I opened the bag only to find small bikini bottoms that would never cover my big bubble ass . Now it was 4pm and I went to take a shower and clean myself really well. I went into my room and pulled the bikini on and they went right up my ass crack. very little material covered me. I put on a tank top that was long so it helped cover my ass somewhat. Now I waited….then came the knock on the door . I opened the door and there was Mr.Kevin in tank top that was really tight that showed off his muscular frame paired with basketball shorts. He pushed past me and I followed like a scared puppy.

Mr.Kevin looked at me and said ok let see those panties… I lifted my shirt and he instructed me to turn around and show him my ass. I started shaking as I turns to put my bubble butt on display. Mr. Kevin sat down on the couch and told me to come over. I walked over to his side and he pulled me over his lap. There was no words exchanged and he started my punishment…slap…slap..slap and this went on for a bit then he pulled my shirt up and started to fondle my ass squeezing my cheeks as he slapped them really hard. I felt the heat on my butt. I knew what was going to happen just like yesterday. after about 15 mins of spanking me he pulled the panties down just past my cheeks and grabbed my ass cheek. He said – you little bitch wearing girl panties and trying to cove up this big ass. Did you like the way they feel you little sissy? I didn’t answer and he smacked my really hard and said ANSWER ME BITCH.. I said yes sir . Mr. Kevin then proceeded to spanked my bare ass and my big ass cheeks were bouncing and turning beat red. I heard a beep Fromm his phone and then he said looks like we have company. I was so confused and thinking WTF who and what is he talking about. Then I heard the door open and as I laid over his lap I look up and see a tall man about late 50’s with a athletic build and big arms and good-looking face. He walked over and said – Oh is this the little bitch that needs to be punished? Mr Kevin replied yes and I am glad for your assistance. I tried to get up but he had a strong grip on my waist. I yelled WTF is going on, let me go. Mr Kevin slapped me so hard that I jerked forward. He said you shut the fuck up and dont speak. You promised you will obey and do what it takes to live here . he slapped my ass again and again out of rage. I was tearing up and feeling the harsh stinging on my ass.

Mr. Kevin pulled my head up by my hair and said this is Mr. Jay and he is gonna help me with your discipline wether you like it or not. He yelled stand up. My legs were shaking and I stood up turned and looked at Mr. Jay who was starring at me with a grin and he said get over here boy and lets get your as over my lap. I walked over and he pulled me down with force and pulled my shirt up. His huge muscular arm wrapped around my waist and he started punishing my ass cheeks SLAP…SLAP….SLAP…SLAP…. non stop hitting each cheek making them bounce. He slapped them at all angles some on bottom of the cheek, some flat on my ass. I was hurting and hoping he would stop. When he finally took a break, his hand was massaging my ass and then he said lets get rid of this panties you little sissy and he pulled them down past my cheeks . He whispered in my ear- I have a surprise for you and then he started to spank my ass with a paddle. OMG it was so painful and I tried to move and wiggle but that didn’t stop the abuse. I begged and pleaded and I said Please no paddle I dont anything but no more paddle. to my surprise it worked. Mr Jay pulled my head up by my hair and said you will do anything? I said yes please no more paddle. I cant take it as tears feel from my eyes. without warning he pulled me up from his lap and with a bear hug from behind he forced me over to the table and pushed my over it. I was now face down bent over the table and next thing I knew Mr. Jay came in front of me and pulled my arms across the table. Mr. Kevin was behind me and said well if you don’t take the paddle and you said anything then get ready for your real punishment. I felt hands on my ass and my panties ripped apart . Mr Kevin then leaned over me and tied my wrist together as Mr. Jay held them. I asked what are you doing? then I got a hard smack across my ass and was told to shut up. Mr. Jay came face to face with me and said you will do whatever we say and take your punishment like a good little girl…do you understand and he slapped my face. I looked at him and replied yes sir.

Scared of the unknown and bent over with my ass exposed and Mr jay standing in front of me starting to undo his belt and I pleaded – please no belt. he looked at me and laughed – dont worry little girl its not the belt you need to be worried about. he then unzipped his pants and pulled them down… his huge thick cock fell in front of me semi erect and he said now to keep you quiet, you will open that pretty little mouth of yours and suck my dick. he held me by my hair and forced his cock in my mouth. I was shocked and started feeling something wet between my cheeks and realized Mr.Kevin was licking my hole holding my cheeks apart. the cock was being pushing further in my mouth and then I felt pressure on my hole and Mr. Kevin forced his cock inside of me. Take that cock in your pussy bitch… this is what you deserve , we are gonna rape your ass until we have no more energy in us. Being raped at both ends and being called all types of horrible names. slaps against my ass as Mr.Kevin force fucked me and pushing his cock all the way in me balls deep. I was being used like a cheap whore. I was agaging on his cock and trying to breath at same time. tears running down my face and wondering why Mr. Kevin would treat me like this and having his friend rape me also. Mr Kevin pulled out of my ass and said let switch…you need to try this tight pussy. My Jay came behind and slapped my red ass cheeks and spread them apart..wow that a nice pussy all wet and ready to get fucked. his cock was bigger then Mr Kevin and he forced it in and push all the way.his weight now on my back , whispering in my ear – do you like being raped by 2 hot daddies. Having your pussy forced to take my big dick. Im gonna fuck you so hard , get ready bitch. he started pounding into me holding on to my hips and slamming his cock in side of me. I started begging please stop…please your hurting me. Mr Kevi came in front and pushed his cock into my mouth and made me suck him off. I was bouncing back and fourth on the table having my ass assaulted and spanked at the same time. The pain form the smacks didn’t hurt as much as his cock stretching me out. Mr. Kevin started to jerk and next thing I knew I was swallowing his cum down my throat. Then I heard a loud moan and Mr.Jay was emptying inside me. I felt his warm juices fill me up. I played there as they untied my hands and got dressed and left. Mr. Kevin said as he walked away….See you tomorrow!

Renaissance

While the daily conference meetings took place between the Sojourners/Invaders and the Alliance, Prince Jehanadir’s young lover, Shahin, invited the young men accompanying their older lovers to a meeting in the common room of the Prince’s apartments. He felt nervous. Jehanadir had been a possessive lover until they had encountered Brynnan, the Warlord Samir’s Bard and lover. His sexual healing intervention had wrought a change in Jehanadir’s attitude, and the Prince no longer felt threatened.

When the young men began to arrive, Shahin stood to greet them. Col and Andri were first. They had travelled from the Ruithin College in ArMor-ys: Andri was in Bardic training and Col, a young Wanderer, was an apprentice to the Chief Horsemaster, Gabrien. The boys appraised each other with frank curiosity. Shahin had a dancer’s body with long blond hair tied back with a silk cord and a honey-coloured skin tone. Col was of the race of Wanderers and bore their stamp: curly black hair touching his shoulders, light brown skin and dark eyes. He was lithe yet muscular. Once Geraint’s sexual apprentice and a student of Brynnan’s, Andri was a tall young man with a mop of blond streaked dark hair, dark eyebrows, and calm, grey-blue eyes.

“Is it a challenge being a Prince’s boy?” asked Col with characteristic curiosity.

“I don’t know,” replied Shahin. “He is very good to me. I had never been anyone else’s lover until Brynnan shared his body with us. I nearly was assaulted by the Invaders that kidnapped me, but I was rescued in time.”

Andri looked down, “I, too, was kidnapped and used by a ruthless Lady and her Lord. It would have scarred me, I think, but Brynnan and I faced our monsters together, and I have learned from the experience, but it will never define me.”

At that moment, two other youths entered the chamber. Both bowed to Shahin.

“Oh, don’t stand on courtesy with me,” Shahin smiled. “I’m Shahin. I expect you know Andri and Col.”

“My name is Orion,” said the brown-haired youth. His countenance was open and friendly, and his body looked very fit. “I am an erômenos to my erastês, Kyros. We belong to the Brotherhood of Deieros.”

He turned to Andri. “Andri, forgive me, but I know somewhat of your story when you encountered my erastês. What you did for him, sharing your body, was selfless and kind. You will never know how much it helped him. It opened him up to meet me, and we have come to love each other, as well as that he is my trainer and mentor.”

Andri impulsively stepped up and embraced Orion. “That, too, was a difficult time for me. I thought I’d be taken by your Brotherhood of Deieros.”

The last member of their party introduced himself. He seemed to be a little older than the other youths. “And my name is Fahd. Shahin, I know. Last year I was with my father, the trader, Hazrad, who brought special goods for Prince Jehanadir each year.” He looked at Shahin. “I am sorry we did not bring the Prince his goods this year—”

“Don’t worry about it, Fahd,” replied Shahin. “With Brynnan, we found another source. Speaking of Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, we all seem to have a connection with him. What’s yours, Fahd?”

Fahd’s face reddened slightly. “Brynnan and Nijal saved me from a very foolish action. I ended up nearly being killed by a . . . spirit, I guess you’d call it. My life was nearly drained until Brynnan vanquished the spirit and restored me.”

“How did he restore you?” asked Col inquisitively.

Fahd lowered his eyes. “They both put their cocks in my ass, at the same time, and fucked me. Their cum must have been very potent because it worked. It was the first time I had that done to me—not just two cocks, but I mean any cocks.”

“Would you like to try it again?” asked Col, grinning mischievously.

“Let’s see how it goes. I’m willing to participate, and Geraint taught me to suck cock, but I haven’t had my ass taken since then.”

“It seems to me,” said Andri, “that we all owe Brynnan a debt, and some of us were fortunate to be lessoned by the old Warrior, Geraint, too.”

“Why don’t we invite them here?” asked Col. “Would it be forbidden?”

“The Prince has given me permission to share myself today, so that would mean with Brynnan also. But how do we call them here? They are in the conference,” said Shahin.

“I will do it,” said Col. “I can touch Brynnan’s mind. I have been practising.”

Col concentrated his thoughts on summoning the Bard. His mind technique was hesitant, but he managed to reach his target.

‘Col. Is everything alright?’ Brynnan projected.

‘No trouble. I am with Shahin. We want you to bring Geraint and join us.’

‘I would like that. I will ask my Lord Samir. We are at the conference, but there will be a rest period shortly. I can attend then,’ Brynnan formed his reply, sending feelings of warmth and agreement.

Col’s smile told the others everything they needed to know.

After sharing drinks and talking about their various adventures, Col began by shedding his clothes. The others looked at his strong young body with appreciative glances.

“Come on now. Who’s going to join me first? The rest of you too shy?”

There were denials as the others followed suit. Andri paired up with Shahin, and Col took on Fahd and Orion. He happily knelt and began to suck their cocks, alternating between them. Andri and Shahin moved to a couch where Shahin hesitantly took Andri’s cock in hand, massaging it and squeezing his testicles gently. Andri reached over to grasp Shahin, manoeuvring his body as they faced one another until their genitals were nearly touching. In that position, they masturbated each other, and Shahin gasped in excitement.

“I love doing this,” he said softly, “Jehanadir and I do it to each other when we are feeling lazy.”

“Well, don’t feel lazy for too long,” smiled Andri. “This is just the beginning.” He took more lubricant from the table beside them and slicked it over Shahin’s cock, and then his own.

“Mmm . . . that feels good,” said Shahin. They reached forward and kissed, exploring each other’s mouths.

“Who’s going to take who?” Andri asked. “Do you want to do me?”

“Yes, I’d like to try it. My Prince always fucks me, well, nearly always,” he amended.

“Better do it soon; this is exciting me too much. I don’t want to cum early.”

“Turn over, lean on the couch. I’ll fuck you from behind.”

Andri positioned himself, and Shahin moved in until he could finger Andri’s ass with more lubricant. Then he played his erect cock against the furrow, teasing and promising entry. “I can feel your frustration,” Shahin said and laughed.

“I’ll wait. I was taught by a master of denial: Geraint, himself. He used to drive me crazy until I was begging for it,” Andri replied.

Then Shahin decided to have mercy and slowly pushed his cock inside his new friend’s ass. Andri sighed with contentment. “Don’t be too slow. I can take it as rough as you like,” he told the boy.

Shahin began to apply his strokes with a will, pumping steadily into Andri’s ass.

Meanwhile, the action had heated up between Col, Orion and Fahd. They were trying to recreate Fahd’s experience of being doubly penetrated, with partial success at first. All three were laughing.

“Let me move it this way,” said Orion. “Fahd, lift your leg more.”  Orion was fucking Fahd from below, while Col took the young trader from behind.

“We need Geraint here,” Col said.

At that very moment, Geraint arrived, with Brynnan following. The old Warrior’s eyes took in the scene, assessing what each young man was doing. He approached the three. “Orion, slide down a little so that Fahd can raise his ass. That’s it. Keep in contact. Now Col, you’ll be able to stay in better. Want to make it a triple?” Geraint said, in seeming innocence.

“No, I’ll die,” gasped Fahd.

“Just teasing, lad. But you haven’t experienced my cock in your ass yet. I’m coming in as soon as these two finish.”

Brynnan was invited over by Shahin and Andri. He stripped off his Bardic robe and laid it neatly over a rack. “Did you two clean out first?”

“Of course: we all did. Geraint used to be very firm on that score,” said Andri, with some difficulty. Wait, I think Shahin is about to cum.”

“I am. Let me give it to you . . . now!” Shahin tensed then cried out as his ejaculation took place. “Yes, that’s good . . . it’s so good. I’m cumming in you.” With a few final thrusts, he slumped forward, embracing Andri’s back.

“Now lie down,” Andri said to the Bard. Shahin stepped back and took a drink out of a large goblet as Brynnan lay on the couch.

Andri leaned on top of Brynnan, and the two shared deep intimate kisses. “I have missed you, Master,” he murmured. “I was so happy when you came to see us at the College. But you worried me. You were worn out.”

“I survived thanks to you and Col. Now hush and give me your cock.”

Brynnan felt an erotic tide sweeping him as Andri’s cock entered him. He was thoroughly fucked until Andri came. The Shahin said, “Move over, Andri. I am ready to go again if Brynnan is willing.”

Brynnan welcomed the Prince’s young lover into his arms as Shahin knelt between the Bard’s legs. He revelled in being fucked by the boy, with his smooth dancer’s body. Shahin, his urgency previously satisfied, took his time, prolonging the experience. Andri stood beside them and leaned in to kiss them both. He masturbated Brynnan’s cock until the Bard surrendered to them and came, prompting Shahin to follow suit.

Geraint had just finished fucking Fahd, who only had a little difficulty handling the old Warrior’s thick cock as he was already primed by Col and Orion. Geraint came inside him, and the three youths crowded around Geraint’s furry body, kissing and licking.

At last, the group’s session was completed. As they talked, Geraint informed Orion of his latest news.

“You won’t be going home to your holding of Redstone,” he told the boy. “Lord Samir has declared that he is forming a new chapter of the Brotherhood of Deieros. Strategos Arcturus has appointed your erastês, Kyros, as its leader. You will be going to Torrent Mountain. I will be helping Kyros to choose candidates.”

Orion looked excited. “That is a great honour that Strategos Arcturus does to my Lord.”

“So you will be accompanying us,” added Geraint. “Now, come with Brynnan and me to the bathing room. You can wash my hairy back.”

Orion laughed. “With pleasure, Lord.”

“No ‘Lord,’ just an old Warrior.”

*     *     *

The meeting between the Alliance and the Sojourners wrapped up within the next five days. No actual transfers of settlers would take place for several more moons while both sides prepared. The discussions had been intense, but Brynnan gathered with his friends each evening. Sometimes they made love together and sometimes they shared activities. Brynnan, Nijal and Kyros performed the Dance of Cuts in a three-way session of calls and responses, swords flashing as they leapt at each other. Shahin also danced for them—without a sword—showing off his lithe body and sensual movements. Brynnan played his harp and sang, joined by Andri’s deep and captivating voice. Kyros, Geraint, Samir and Orion engaged in sword practice.

But for Geraint, the sweetest part was his lovemaking with Andri and Col. He had previously schooled both of them in the sexual arts, teaching them many techniques. This was a renewal of their schooling.

“What else can I do with Andri?” Col asked one late afternoon.

“I am going to teach you fisting,” Geraint replied. “It’s most comfortable if you have a sling chair the taker can lie in, with the giver in front of him. Jehanadir has had one installed for us. We can use special bathing arrangements, and you and Andri must do a deeper clean-out. I’ll instruct you how.”

Seeing the look on Andri’s face, he assured him, “Lad, you’ve had my fist one or two times in the past. We won’t be doing a deep fisting. M’Lord Samir and Brynnan will be doing that. M’Lord will allow you to watch before you and Col take my fist. Then, if you still have the energy, you can try fisting each other.”

The next day, the five friends gathered in a room where a leather-webbed sling chair had been suspended from the ceiling. Brynnan, Col and Andri were freshly prepared and ready. They agreed that Samir would take Brynnan first.

“I want you, Col and Andri, to watch, but remain silent and do not interrupt their concentration. When you deep-fist, there’s a risk involved; besides, it is the most intimate activity I can think of, so you must give them their space. I’m just grateful m’Lord has agreed to share this with us.”

The boys solemnly agreed.

The Warlord stripped for the event, then strapped his naked lover in the sling, securing his thighs and ankles in straps that left the Bard helplessly exposed. Unlike the first time Samir had deep-fisted Brynnan when the Bard had still been his captive, he left his hands free.

“Are you ready for this, my lover?” asked the Warlord in his deep voice. “I will fuck you first, as I did before.”

“I give myself to you, my Lord: body, heart and soul,” the Bard replied.

Samir leaned forward and kissed his lover, running his hands over his lithe, muscular body, stroking the silky hair on his chest and abdomen. This time, Brynnan was able to touch his Lord in return, feeling Samir’s powerful muscles. Then Samir stood back and poured lubricant on his cock and Brynnan’s ass. He stroked himself to hardness, and Andri and Col were mesmerized by the response of the Warlord’s massive phallus as it stiffened.

Samir played his cock against Brynnan’s ass before pushing it inside with one smooth motion. Brynnan, accustomed to it, accepted the cock without complaint, indeed relaxing his muscles and welcoming the strong thrust. Samir fucked the Bard until he came inside him. With a sigh, he withdrew and leaned in to kiss his lover again for some moments.

“Now, I will fist-fuck you,” he said.

He freely used the lubricant on his fist and penetrated Brynnan’s ass with his fingers. Eventually, the hand, up to the knuckles, was inside. He paused then, added more lube, and thrust the whole hand slowly inside. Brynnan moaned.

Andri and Col watched in rapt attention as the Warlord’s fist moved in deeper. Samir slowly manipulated his way through the rectal passage’s flexures and deeper into the lower colon. He worked it so that eventually, his arm was inside up to the elbow. Tears flowed down Brynnan’s face.

“Can you feel my heart yet, Lord?” he asked.

“Yes, my Bard, I feel its pulse.”

Brynnan felt a profound ecstasy as he opened his mind to his lover. He heard the sound of his own heartbeat and then Samir’s. Their two hearts beat in the same rhythm. The Warlord’s mind enwrapped the Bard’s in its pride and power, and Brynnan felt both possessed and deeply loved.

“May I cum, Lord?”

“Yes,” the Warlord replied.

Samir stroked Brynnan’s cock with his free hand as the Bard spilled his seed over it.

When they were finished, Samir bathed their genitals and towelled them off. Then he released Brynnan, taking him to the nearby couch where they lay against each other, Samir whispering words the others could not hear.

Geraint prepared the sling chair for his boys and called Col first. He secured his thighs and his wrists.

“This is so you can learn trust,” he said to Col.

Andri came over to assist as Geraint began. He did not fuck the young Wanderer but slowly and gradually started with his steepled fingers. He waited at each stage until Col told him to continue. The fist gradually went in, but Geraint kept it in the rectal passage, slowly moving and twisting his fist so that Col cried out. Andri, beside them, could not help stroking himself as he kissed Col and Geraint.

The old Warrior continued until Col’s cock stiffened and pulsed, then he withdrew. Col protested, but Geraint was insistent.

“Now you, Andri. You’ve had my fist before. Col will do it to you.”

He poured lubricant on Col’s hand and gave him explicit instructions. “Slow and easy does it until you both become familiar with one another,” he told them.

Col had difficulty restraining himself as he had been left highly aroused by Geraint, but the old Warrior had him persist until Andri ejaculated.

“Come out just as slowly as you went in,” Geraint instructed.

Then it was Andri’s turn to fist Col.

“It feels strange being restrained,” Col said as he was strapped in the sling chair once more. “I’m a wild stallion; I like to run free.”

“But you’ll accept a bit and saddle from me,” Andri grinned. “You know I like to ride you.”

Col happily submitted to Andri’s fist despite his protest as Geraint talked them through it.

“You did that well,” the old Warrior said afterwards. “Now, when you are back at ArMor-ys, you will have something new to share.”

“I wonder if the Music Master would let us hang a sling chair in our room?” said Andri.

*    *    *

The day came for their departure. Geraint turned up with an angelic smile on his face. Brynnan guessed where he had been the previous night.

“Don’t forget to say farewell to Cyndyllan’s Chieftain, Catlin Cryf,” he said.

“I did that last night,” the old Warrior replied. He lowered his voice. “Did you know she has a carved phallus she can strap on?” he said in a conspiratorial whisper. “What a woman!”

“I’m not surprised,” commented Brynnan. “I saw her warrior skills at the traitor Nikarkos’ holding.”

Andri and Col would be heading back in company with King Cyndyllan and his Chieftain wife, Aerfen, the Ruithin Cadwyr, and King Rhydian.

Brynnan stood on the ground between Col and Andri’s horses. He took each of their hands.

“Will you be able to travel the Shadow-ways and visit us sometimes?” Andri asked the Bard.

“I would like to, but It is a thing not to be done lightly. I will ask permission of my Father and of Lord Samir.”

“Until then, we will keep you in our hearts,” Col replied.

At last, the leave-taking was done, and Brynnan’s group turned and headed North.

*    *    *

They took the journey back to Torrent Mountain at an unhurried pace. Geraint’s horse, Shade, was big with foal. The old Warrior had another horse with him as an alternate ride. They encountered no trouble with the Brotherhood of Deieros present and the Warlord’s own men. Eventually, they reached Redstone Holding on the Ironstrike River.

The Holding had been given over to the men of Deieros to be their own as they relocated to join the Torrent Mountain defences. Men came out to greet the Warlord’s train. They crowded around Strategos Arcturus and his erômenos, Asirin, and hailed Kyros and Orion.

In the stableyard of the Keep, boys took their horses, and Brynnan noticed three of the young stable lads as the ones who had helped him and Andri in their escape from the corrupt Lord Artagan and his Lady, Sarain. He dismounted and approached them.

“Bryn!” they shouted in delight, and the Bard introduced them to Lord Samir.

“I owe you all a great debt,” the Warlord told them. “I hope the men of Deieros treat you well.”

At that moment, they were joined by a fourth young man with long red hair.

“Bryn, it’s me, Artan! You are safe.”

Brynnan bent down and embraced the lad. Artan had been the previous Lord’s page boy and had been the one to coordinate Brynnan and Andri’s escape through his stable lad friends.

“Thanks to you! I missed you when I got back to Torrent Mountain. My Lord told me he had found you, but you chose to stay here.”

“It’s my home,” the boy said simply, “and I didn’t want to leave my friends. But then Strategos Arcturus and his men came and took over this place. I am now his page. I think when I am old enough I would like to join them. It’s a fine thing to ride out in defence of others.”

“You have the brave heart of a bear,” said Brynnan. “I hope you will be chosen by someone worthy of you.”

Lord Samir’s party spent the night at the Holding, with time to rest and refresh themselves. Brynnan played his harp, with Ysbryd lying at his feet. To Brynnan, it could have brought back disturbing memories, but the atmosphere in the place had changed. The common people who had remained and looked after the Keep were courteous and lighter of heart, and it gladdened Brynnan to see that.

Kyros and Orion spent the evening saying farewell to their companions in the Keep. He looked forward to starting a chapter of the Deieros Warriors at Torrent Mountain at Samir’s behest.

A bright, clear summer morning saw the Warlord’s party leave for their final destination. Artan came to the courtyard to see them off and made much of Brynnan’s horse, Rhiannon and the dog Ysbryd, who tolerated his attentions with good-natured patience.

*    *    *

Their final challenge was Scarfell Pass. The party did not take the turnoff to the clearing by the waterfall, where Brynnan’s tomb remained, but they were escorted by ravens on their route down to the mineral lake, making some men uneasy. Brynnan called to the birds in a harsh raven voice as they circled overhead.

“They guard the clearing still,” commented an unusually sober Geraint, recalling the grim watch he had kept with Kyros over Brynnan’s tomb. He and Kyros instinctively closed up to Brynnan and rode closer as if to protect him.

“It is in the past now, my friends,” said the Bard. “The experience has changed us all, but it is time to let it go. We have new changes and challenges ahead of us.”

Three days later, they reached the Torrent Mountain citadel and the Redoubt. There would be no time to rest for a few days as the Council of Seven needed to be informed of the Conference results.

But at last, a quiet evening gave Lord Samir and his Bard time to relax on the terrace. Both had showered in preparation for Samir to make love to Brynnan. The bard knelt and sucked his Lord’s cock, taking his time and going slow.

“Let us go inside. I would restrain you on the bed and take you.”

Brynnan let his feelings of love and agreement brush his Lord’s mind. But as they stood, there was a swirl of cold wind around them and a silver haze formed. When it cleared, King Arawn, the Dread Lord, stood there.

“My Father!” exclaimed Brynnan.

“Do not be concerned! I have come on no deadly business. As you see, I am without my hounds.” Arawn turned and looked at Samir, who stood tall and proud. “I have come to see this man who loves my son. I know how hard it was for you to accept the Unseen and the Unknown, but it shows your commitment to the deeper truths. I owe you a debt.”

“And I owe you a great debt, Lord King. You used to be but a terrible rumour on the battlefield. Little did I know how things would come to be. When Brynnan . . . died, I was beyond myself and would have pledged to terrible destruction on all enemies I encountered. But I know now you preserved his body and sheltered his soul. I can never repay you.”

The King bent his head, acknowledging Samir’s words. “There will come a time when your physical life will end. Your soul will stay joined with Brynnan’s and be most welcome in our Kingdom. Brynnan is my son and heir, and if you accept it, must still ride with me on occasion on the Hunt in this life.”

“I accept it, King Arawn,” said the Warlord fearlessly. “I also understand that you, on occasion, take my lover’s body and renew his spirit. Will you join me now, or does that disturb some balance?”

The King smiled. “Yes, I will join you. Let us reinforce the aspects of life and death in my son’s being. He is of both worlds. However, you and I must not engage each other at this time, but I will gladly share with you.”

So it was that the strangest of encounters took place. Brynnan served both the King and the Warlord, taking their cocks alternately in his mouth. Samir mounted Brynnan first. As Arawn remarked, “It would not do for you to fuck my son with my semen inside him.”

Samir pushed his cock into Brynnan’s ass and thrust into him soundly while Arawn stood over the Bard, allowing him to suck his cock. When Samir came, spilling his load, he stepped back, and Arawn took his place. Brynnan surrendered to them both and felt the profoundness of their love in body and soul. Samir kissed him deeply as the King pounded his cock inside his son’s ass, and the Bard came, his cock erupting in a fountain of cum, scattering its pearls over his body.

After he had finished, Lord Samir opened a wooden chest in the room. He took out a golden circular object. Holding it in his hands, he said, ”Brynnan. I have your torc. It did not seem like the right time to return it to you while you wore the torc of the Dread King.”

“My Father, let me return your own torc to you.” Brynnan touched the heavy gold collar around his neck, with its end-pieces wrought in the shape of two snarling hounds.

“No, my son,” replied Arawn. “I will take yours and share in its powers, as you do with mine. You still may use it to summon my presence or return your Shadow-spirit form to its bodily home.”

Brynnan took the torc from Lord Samir’s hands and passed it to his father, and the King effortlessly opened it, placing it around his own neck. Its ends were designed as two raven heads.

“Thank you, Lord Samir,” Arawn said.

As they sat on the terrace afterwards, Brynnan began to feel an unaccustomed tingling in his mind. It was from Geraint, calling him. He looked up in surprise.

Arawn spoke, “I hear the call. You must go to him. I will take leave of you for now: this meeting with Geraint will be no place for such as I.”

“My Father?” said Brynnan, puzzled.

Arawn smiled. “You will see. Now go.”

The cold wind swirled about them again as the King stood up and simply faded.

“I feel an urgency; let us go now,” Samir said.

Acting on instinct, Brynnan caught up Mavrenn, his harp and followed his Lord.

The call led them down to the Redoubt level where stables for select horses were kept, including Nijal’s Myst, Rhiannon, Samir’s warhorse, Malpaisan, and Geraint’s horse, Shade. As they arrived at Shade’s stall, they encountered Nijal, carrying his surgeon’s kit.

Shade was standing in some distress, sides heaving, head down. Geraint stood beside her.

“She is foaling right now,” he said. “She called me, and I heard her mind.”

Nijal immediately went over. He rubbed a disinfecting lotion on his arms and hands and reached into the mare. “The labour is advanced, and the foal comes fast.”

Shade stretched her neck up and curled her lip. Her waters broke, and she lay down. She attempted to roll, and Nijal placed his hand on her neck to calm her.

“She is distressed,” he said.

“Let me try and calm her,” said Brynnan. Kneeling in the straw, he placed Mavrenn against his shoulder and began to play. He had played to the ravens that sometimes gathered around him, and he had played to the creatures of the night in the deep forest, but it was the first time he had played for a horse! He reached for her horse-mind and felt her pain and distress. As the notes sounded, she seemed to calm down and, at last, lay in the straw, breathing more quietly. Time passed. Brynnan started to sing a song in the Shadow-style, that emotionally engaging technique that could affect minds in various ways. This time, he sang for strength and peace, a calming rhythm like waves on a seashore.

Geraint and Nijal continued their ministrations on the mare. Nijal had bandaged her tail to keep it out of the way. Then he sent a mind call to the others present. ‘I see a hoof emerging. The foal is coming,’ 

Shade lay on her side now, grunting and pushing. Both hooves were visible through the embryonic sac, then a nose emerged. Push by push, the foal came out. Samir and Nijal knelt beside her, but they did not need to pull it. Shade was doing a fine job by herself. Then the foal suddenly slipped out in a rush. It moved, tearing the sac. Shade got up on all four legs, expelling the afterbirth and turned immediately to her foal and began cleaning it. The four men were awestruck. They saw a handsome colt with bold blue roan patches, a white blaze and a dark mane and tail. 

“He looks like his sire, said Geraint, referring to the feathery-hooved paint stallion bred by the Wanderers—Col and his family. “He will be big and strong. Look how well-placed his bone structure is.” There was fatherly pride in Geraint’s voice as the foal wobbled to its feet. Shade nuzzled it and whickered softly.

At that moment, all thoughts of Invasion and Settlement disappeared. This was the Now, a reality of hope and promise. It was nearly a year since Brynnan, Geraint, and Nijal had set out on their long journey to ArMor-ys and back, seeking proof and warning others of the Invaders’ approach. So much had happened: so much had changed.

As Nijal and Geraint fussed over mother and foal, Samir put his arm around Brynnan’s shoulders, holding him close. Brynnan shared a warm thought with his friends and lovers and smiled, feeling at peace.

*    *    *

Thus ends the tale of Brynnan: The first book, “To Take Away His Voice,” tells of Brynnan’s emergence from captivity and sexual slavery to the Warlord Samir. The second book, “To Discover His Truth,” tells of the discovery of approaching Invaders from the stars and the companions’ long journey to find information and warn others of what is to come. The Third book, “To Redeem His People,” tells of Brynnan’s encounters with the Invaders, his relations with his Father, Arawn, King of the Dead, and how the people are saved.

Thank you for participating in Brynnan’s adventures. I hope you have enjoyed them.

Voron Forest 2022

One night while sitting watching television I decide to go into a gay chat room and see what would happen. That night not much was happening and then I get a private message from someone. I go in and we start talking telling one another our first names! He tells me his name is Aiden and I tell him my name is Alex. We get to talking and telling each other what we would like to do to one another. 

We find that we have a lot in common and then Aiden ask me if I would like to go to Seven Springs with him. I tell him that I would love to and he tells me that he will get us a room. We decided that the weekend would be best for the two of us. Let me jump a bit forward to when we arrive at Seven Springs! We arrive and it was the first time for me to be there. Aiden and I grab our things and head inside to get our key to the room. We get to the room and start to unpack and put our things away. 

We head down to get something to eat and have a few beers. We decided to stay in the first day and that evening in our room we started making out. The arousal between the two of us and the testosterone in the room was intense. My cock was throbbing in my pants as his was also! Aiden and I start to undress one another with us both breathing heavily. We continue to kiss passionately as our hard throbbing cocks are touching each other. He grabs his cock and puts it behind back by my hole. I start to rub my ass against his cock and then he takes it, rubs it against my hole. He get’s up and get’s behind me, starts slapping his cock against my ass and then rubs it in between. I turn around and start to suck his cock, then I put the rubber on his cock, lube it up.

 Aiden say’s “Are you ready?” I reply “Oh yeah put that big thick cock inside me!” He starts to slide it in my hole as I’m laying there trying to be relaxed. Aiden get’s the tip of his cock inside my hole then he just slides the rest inside me. I’m looking up at him while he is inside me, I tell him “Fuck me Aiden!” He starts to thrust inside me harder as I’m moaing and his pelvis smacking against my ass. My body is trembling as Aiden is fucking me and his cock slides out. Aiden lays down and I jump up and straddle over top, I hurry to get his cock back inside me. I start to go up and down on his cock nice and slow then pick up the pace. I just sit there as Aiden starts slamming his cock inside me. Aiden continues doing that and without me jerking off he makes me cum. 

Aiden is about to erupt so I jump off pull the rubber off, take his cock in my mouth. I start to suck his cock when he shoots his load and I take all of his cum, swallow it. I look up at him and lick and kiss my way up to him and start to kiss passionately. Aiden “I can’t believe I made you cum without you jerking off!” I wipe my cum from his stomach, we just lay there in each others arms and fall asleep. The next morning I get up and Aiden isn’t in bed. I go looking for him and I hear the shower running, I walk in and say “Mind if I join you?” Aiden replies “No not at all!” I jump in and we wash each other off, afterwards we go get something to eat. Aiden and I decide to hit some of the shops and markets that they have here. We decide to head back to our cottage where we are staying. Aiden and I make it back and we grab a few beers, watch some television and the weekend is almost over. I haven’t fucked Aiden yet so we head to bed and I start to kiss him. I thought he was going to stop me, say he is tired but no. I start to undress him and then I undress. I get in between his legs and start to kiss up them making my way to his nice cock. I lift his leg’s up and start to lick his hole. Aiden “Oh Alex! Oh yeah!” I lick up his cock and start to suck his throbbing cock. Aiden reaches for the rubber and I slide it on then Aiden lubes me up. I take my hard cock and ease inside him and with every rhythm I start to thrust inside him harder, harder. Aiden “Oh Yeah! Oh Fuck Alex fuck me!” I slam into him harder and harder as I’m about to explode. I pull out of him and he takes my cock in his mouth as I shoot my load. Aiden swallows all of my cum and we fall into each others arms and kiss passionately. This was one Weekend I will never forget with Aiden. It was the most wonderful weekend of my life.

The End

Who the fuck told you that shit?  I bet he did, a bitch ass nigga!   Man, that’s why I cannot stand those fem mutha fuckas, they can’t keep shit on the hush.

 Well, you fucken know it now; ain’t no need to deny it.   Oh, you want details. Nigga, you crazy as shit. Alright, I’ll tell you. Let me get another hit of that blunt, Damn, this shit is potent!  

Anyway, yeah, I fucked that faggot nigga, Keon last Friday when the whole campus was rained in.  It won’t like some shit I started out to do. I didn’t wake up that morning and decide out the blue that I was going to do some ol’ homo shit.

Truth be told, I had never done no shit like that before, and that’s my good word on my dead Grandma. 

Like I was saying, last Friday it was raining like a bitch and lightning like a mutha fucka. You know, man, because the lights kept going out. Anyway, my girl and me were arguing over the phone.   She was trippin, carrying on about how if I really wanted to I could walk across campus ad come chill with her in her dorm room because her roommate was gone for the weekend. She was crying and shit talking about I didn’t love her.

   Real talk my nig, I wanted that pussy like my next breath, but I won’t about to trek through no pouring rain, hail, and lightning to get it.  I ain’t had no pussy yet that was worth all that, and I have had a lot of pussy in the 20 years that I have been alive; started stroking when I was 11.  Hell yea, Dawg, 11.  Mutha Fucka, my dick was big enough to be fucking at 11. Yea laugh it up, but I know my shit. It’s been attached to me my whole life, plus, I don’t lie on my dick.  If I did, I would denying shit instead of telling you what happened.

Anyway, my girl pissed me off real bad and I wound up calling her a stupid bitch and hanging up on her. I was steaming, mainly because I was horny as shit and couldn’t get what I wanted.

Damn, Nigga, I’ma get to it. I’m starting to wonder about yo ass. Anyway, as you know, Keon lane’s bitch ass is my roommate. The whole while I was on the phone with my girl, this bitch nigga was doing yoga on the floor.  Man, I ain’t lying!  My word on my dead Grandma, that nigga was doing yoga, and he had on a pair of pink booty shorts with “Candy Girl” written ‘cross the ass of ‘em.

Man don’t start that laughing shit! You’re going to get me started and then I won’t be able to finish. Pass me that blunt anyway; your ass has been hogging it. Goddamn, this shit is power.

Anyway, ‘ol boy was doing yoga in his pink panties. I was mad as hell. What I was mad at ain’t have shit to do with him, but for some reason I called him a bitch ass nigga.

Keon sat up and said to me as easy as mutha fucking Sunday morning, “Now Quamie, why are you calling me names? You of all people should be nice to me seeing as how I am going to suck your dick and let you fuck me in my ass.”

Hell yeah, that shit took me by surprise. No Nigga had ever come out his mouth like that at me.

What did I do?

First I told him, “Nigga stop trippin, I know you’re a faggot and all, but you’ve gotta understand that not everybody gets down that way.”  I then said, “So yo little faggot fantasies are going to have to stay in your head.”

No, he didn’t get mad.

He just smiled at me like he knew a secret that I didn’t know and said, “Nigga this red ass is just as tight and right as your girlfriend’s pussy. The only difference is my asshole is here right now for the taking and her pussy is way across campus.  Plus, after what you called her, it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be getting it from her anytime soon.  Ain’t shit jumping off on campus, we’re rained in, and don’t nobody got no booze or weed. Tell me, Quamie, what have two horny ass niggas like us have to do on a night like this other than each other?”

“I ain’t getting poked.” I said realizing without realizing that I had just agreed to do some homo shit.

“Of course, you’re not.” He smiled.

Next thing I knew, my dick was out of my boxers and halfway down that nigga’s throat.

Could he suck dick good?  Nigga is you black and high?

I was trying not to like that shit, you know, just look at it as getting a nut, but that nigga had me straight moaning, especially when he licked the head of my dick in a circular motion with the tip of his tongue.   Shit, I made a mental note that I was going to get my girl to do that the next time she gave me dome. 

Nigga, how’s that grimy?

Anyway, my right hand found its way down the back of ‘ol boy’s little pink panties, and Dawg, that nigga’s ass was as round and soft as any female’s. Shit, it was better than many. It was nice and smooth, not all hairy like you’d expect a dude’s ass to be. 

Yes, my ass is hairy, Nigga! Why you want to know all that? I swear you’re suspect. Whatever, Nigga, like I said, I did that shit once and only once and that’s my good word o my dead Grandma.

Let me get back to the story. By the time, my boxers were off and kicked to the side, my dick looked like a limousine on prom night; long, and, black and shiny. I had to keep myself inn check by reminding myself not to get too comfortable with doing homo shit, that was only a one-time thing.

Shit started getting so good, I was fucking the hell outta ‘ol boy’s mouth and his faggoty ass loved every stroke. I would ram my shit all the way down his throat and hold it there until he was choking then pull it out; shit I could never do with my girl.  Why I hadn’t bust yet was both a mystery and a blessing.  “Ol boy had a PHD, ass piled high and deep, and I was ready to get up in it.

“Yo ass better be good.” I warned him as I threw him onto my bed.  My dick was so coated with spit, so it was easy for me to slide my meat up in that thang.

Nigga let me tell you, that was some mind-blowing shit!  I had never fucked my girl in the ass because I thought it wouldn’t feel right, but Dawg, shit felt Gucci!

I thought that dick sucking was ‘ol boy’s talent, but Keon could throw that ass. I loved the way his ass cheeks rippled every time my dick pushed into him.

Then Keon said, “Yo, Nigga, let me ride that shit.”

My legs were starting to catch cramps, so I was happy to lay back and let him ride.

What? Could he ride nice dick? Nigga, is you black and high?  That mutha fucka was scrait up doing the eagle on my shit.  I was starting to question my sexuality: could another man really have me turned out like this; Was I gay or bi?  Then I realized that Keon had the mind and the mind and heart of a bitch, so it was easy for me to pleased by him sexually. I was pretty much fucking a female.

Nigga, I know he got a dick, but your ass know what I’m trying to say.”

I could feel my nut about to bust. Keon, all nimble as hell from doing yoga, sprang up off of my dick, grabbed it in his hands and jerked it until my jizz flew into his open mouth. That nigga swallowed it all.  I had to put a pillow over my mouth to keep myself from screaming and tipping every nigga on the hall of to the fact that I was doing some homo shit.  I had just been sucked and fucked like I hadn’t been sucked and fucked before and likely won’t ever be again, because my good word on my dead Grandma, I ain’t doing nothing like that again.

So, that’s what happened. I thought his ass would have kept it a secret.

What?! What you mean Keon ain’t told you nothing? How’d you know then, Nigga?

Man, that’s grimy as hell, you got me to tell you all that. Nigga, that shit ain’t funny. You better not tell nobody.

What do mean on one condition?

Ah shit, see nigga, I knew you had some shit with you. As long as I’ve known you, I knew you had some shit with you.   You played my ass good though, I’ll give it to you.

Grimy ass down low nigga, come here and suck my dick.  Goddamn! You almost suck dick as good as Keon. Damn, you got a soft ass too. You better not tell nobody about this shit.

I shoulda known better because Keon don’t even be hanging around with you football cats. Damn, I’m stupid. 

Oh well, at least I got some weed, head, and hopefully some good ass out the deal.

Keep sucking nigga. You better enjoy it because after tonight, I swear on my dead Grandma, I ain’t doing no more homo shit; that’s my good word.

The End

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Back in the nineteen-thirties, the Great Depression hit hard. Like so many young men, I found myself on the bones of my arse. One afternoon as I passed by a farm, I was starving. Unable to resist, I soon found myself knocking at the front door. Over the previous few days, I had consumed a few slices of stale bread and it felt like my gut was attacking my mouth in a constant state of tumult. , as I constantly salivated with hunger pangs.

‘Jesus… I have to have some food,’ I desperately thought.

As the front door opened, a bulky farmer glared at me.

“Please, sir… I am starving,” I pleaded. “I am really, very hungry.”

The eyes observed me with an angry expression before somewhat softening. After a few moments of silence, the man smiled and said, “Come inside, boy.”

After moving his body aside, I sheepishly entered.

“Sit down at the kitchen table,” he commanded. After placing my shoulder bag next to the chair he ushered me to, my olfactory senses went into overdrive with the smell of cooking food. It smelt like meat, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had tasted that delicacy. I began frantically swallowing my spit as my mouth started to drool, as my entire body trembled in anticipation. 

When the plate got put before me, I had to restrain myself as never before, from simply sticking my head directly into the dish and sucking up the food.

After a brief thank the lord prayer, he invited me to dig in. It took every fibre of my being not to lift the plate and slurp the contents down my gullet.

‘Food… fuckin’ glorious food,’ I thought. ‘Oh, Jesus… thank you, thank you, thank you,’ my mind concluded.

With great restraint, I tried to eat in a controlled fashion.

“Times are hard,” the farmer finally said, before continuing, “Thank goodness Roosevelt is in the White House and trying to get the country back on its feet,” he concluded.

I couldn’t give a fuck about politics; all I could think about was the glorious food I was enjoying.

“Yes sir, you are right, sir,” I replied. Truthfully, my starving stomach had no allegiances.  

After I had consumed my food, he said, “You stink, boy, we need to get yer cleaned up.”

“Sorry, sir,” was all I could offer in reply.

“Not yer fault. But in this house, we bathe once a week. On Sundays,” he proclaimed.

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” I replied.

“What’s yer name?” he inquired.

“Maurice, sir,” I answered.

“No ‘sir’s here, buddy, name’s Mac. My surname’s McDonald, but everyone calls me Mac,” he explained.

“Should I call you Mr. McDonald, sir?” I questioned.

“Nah… Mac will do,” he concluded. 

After supper, two large pots of hot water got poured into a tub that he had placed in the kitchen.

After adding cold water, he handed me a towel and soap.

“Well… Strip and get in the tub,” Mac ordered.

After doing as I got told, he collected my clothing before emptying the contents of my bag.

“I had better wash all your clothes. They sure need to be cleaned,” Mac announced before busying himself with the task.

“Thank you, sir… I mean Mac. I honestly appreciate what you are doing for me,” I said before I vigorously commenced washing my body. As I did so, Mac’s eyes studied me intently.  

“You can stay with me, and after we get yer strength up in a day or two, you can do some hard work on the farm,” Mac proclaimed.

“Anything, sir, I mean Mac… I’m a hard worker, I promise you,” I replied.

“Good,” Mac replied with authority.     

Judging Mac to be in his forties, I asked, “Were you ever married, Mac?”

“Nah, never had time for women… They’re just too much trouble, boy,” he answered.

After finishing in the tub, I got out and towelled myself dry, before putting on a shirt he supplied.

As I helped to dispose of the water in the tub, Mac said, “Toilet’s outback boy.”

After assisting Mac in hanging my washing, he said, “Only got one room and one bed in the house, so you’ll be sleeping with me, boy.”

“I am happy to sleep on the floor, Mac. That’s no problem for me,” I confirmed.

“Nah… That won’t be necessary,” Mac stated assertively.  

Finally arriving in the bedroom, I was blown away by Mac’s huge bed. Noticing my expression, he laughed and then asked, “Yer think there’s enough room for yer on this bed?”

Smiling ecstatically, I felt like I had just won a jackpot. I had food, a job, and a decent warm bed. Life couldn’t be any better.

“I sleep naked, boy, hope that doesn’t affect yer sensitivities?” he reported.

“No… No problem, sir,” I replied.

Mac was big and hairy. He did not have much body fat but was solidly built. When his underpants were removed I was amazed by the size of his dick. It was thickly voluptuous.

Shortly, we were both in bed. Before Mac extinguished the candle, he gave me a benevolent look before saying, “It’s all going to be okay, boy.”

“Thank you, Mac,” I replied.

I slept like a baby that night. An earthquake would not have awoken me.

The following morning we ate porridge, hot, glorious porridge. Before I could help myself, I began to cry. Mac then took me in his arms and gently began rubbing my back. As he rocked my body in his arms, the floodgates opened as I commenced sobbing.

“Yer going to be safe, boy, let it out. Mac will take care of you,” he intoned.

Blubbering like a baby, I kept blabbering, “Thank you,” repeatedly. Having grown up with a callous father and I had never enjoyed male affection. Wrapped in Mac’s caressing arms was breathtaking.    

After breakfast, Mac worked his farm as I tidied around the house. At lunchtime, we ate the leftovers from the previous night.

That evening we had a hearty beef and vegetable soup that Mac had prepped at lunchtime. After dinner, we went to bed at around nine p.m.

After settling on the bed, Mac looked at me with his head propped up on one arm. “I’m happy that yer has come into my life, Maurice,” he said, using my name for the very first time.

“Thank you for saving my life, Mac,” I countered.

“How old are yer?” he asked.

“Seventeen,” I replied.

“I’m forty-four,” he replied, chuckling. “Yer could’ve been my son.”   

“What I really want from yer is more than just companionship and work,” he stated, before continuing, “I want loving. Like the loving between a man and woman,” he explained. With an intense gaze, he then resumed, “Are yer following me?”

As Mac moved closer to me, I could feel a distinct hardness against my leg. “Yes, I understand, Mac,” I replied.

“Do yer fully understand, boy?” he countered, with a lustful look on his face.

“Yes, Mac,” I responded. “I’m willing to be your woman.”

I could no longer restrain myself and slid my hand down to his knob.

“Do you realize where I’ll be putting that thing?” he inquired.    

“Yes, Mac, I’m willing to be your bitch,” I retorted.

Sodomy was virtually a heresy in those days. Much as I had often been hard-pressed by other males, fear of getting exposed as a sodomite was always a deterrent.

Mac now leaned over and began kissing me. It was very gentle, loving, and above all, liberating.

Next, lifting his head, he looked at me and said, “Now I’m the one who’s starving… Starving for you, boy.”

“Then feed on me, Mac,” I replied.

Mac moved onto me before placing his arms under my arms and taking hold of my head. Mac’s kissing intensified as he began licking my eyes, nose, lips, and ears. I loved his domination and could not believe how good my life had become as I imbibed his strong masculinity. His mastery over me was an honour and I was willing to go to hell and back for him. My reciprocal actions were nothing compared to the last twenty-four hours of bliss that I had come to know. Hell had turned into a heaven for me, and I felt like the luckiest person on the planet.

The torment I had endured in my parental home and the ensuing hardship I had endured evaporated by the second. As Mac took complete control of me, I had never felt more loved or contented. Perhaps the affection I had always yearned for from my indifferent father had finally come to pass. I willingly gave my body to my new, compassionate benefactor, and he could use me as he saw fit.

After our lengthy make-out session, Mac lifted his body and asked me to turn onto my stomach. After hearing him spit repeatedly, I felt his warm cock slither between my butt cheeks. As his fat knob began to slide between my mounds, I knew that the day I had always anticipated had arrived. I tried to relax with all my might as his huge cockhead began to tease my virgin arse.

“Just relax, baby,” he said as the annexation of my man-hole got underway. “This will hurt a bit at first.”

I wanted him in me. I craved the pain and pleasure that I knew would follow. “Fuck me, daddy,” I implored.

As his excavation became more urgent, I broke into a cold sweat. I was sore, but it was awesome.

“Yes,” I cried, “Fuck me, daddy, make me your woman.”

Grunting, Mac began vigorously spearing into me. I wanted the conquest and begged him to show me no mercy. My panting groans further invited his onslaught as I encouraged his pounding. Grunting, he hammered into me with horny growls. Pleasure and pain had never felt this good. After an era of thumping, his body convulsed as he unloaded into me. We had become one, and I would be the partner for whom he had always yearned. The sheet beneath me bore witness to the pleasure he had given me.

I never had to take myself in hand when Mac fucked me. The stimulation of his monstrous dick always took me over the edge. To my delight, I also learned that his libido was epic, and we always had more sex in a week than most people had in a month.   

Mac and I lived together for thirty happy years.

Two years after he passed, I heard a knock at my front door. As I opened the door, a dishevelled and good-looking young man asked me, “Please, sir, don’t you have work for me?”

Smiling, I invited him in.  

“Sit at the table, boy,” I said, before serving him lunch and offering him a job.   

The next chapter in my blissful sex life had just begun.