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Sweat covered Susan’s straining body as she gasped for air, her skin flushed a bright red, her heart pumping as fast and as hard as it could to keep up, muscles pumping and thrusting as she worked towards her goal. Her long blonde hair, bound in a pony tail, whipped around behind her as she ignored the burning in her lungs, the muscles begging for reprieve, the dryness of her throat. Susan blocked out all distractions, the sounds of her parents shouting her name to cheer her on only broke through as she came around the last turn on the track, breaking into a dead sprint to cross the finish line only a couple of paces ahead of her nearest rival!

She slowed down, continuing to jog for a short distance before walking off the track to be embraced by her boyfriend, Blake. She returned his hug for a few moments, feeling his massive arms wrap around her, before backing away so she could catch her breath.

“Great job, Susan! You’ve got the top run times for the 400 meter dash and the 3K relay! Not a bad way to finish high school, huh?”

“Nope, not a bad way at all. Where’s mom and dad?”

Susan saw the answer to her question as her parents came jogging up to her, cameras in hand.

“Oh we’re so proud of you sweetie!”

“Great job, Suzy. You want to go out for lunch at Freddie’s after they wrap up here?”

“Sure thing, Dad.”

And so the school year wound down, Susan and Blake graduated, with Susan in the top tenth of her class and Blake graduating with a comfortable if not impressive 3.0 GPA. Fact was, Blake only got that grade because of Susan tutoring him, which also happened to be how they started dating. Blake had started doing poorly in his math and science classes, and was in danger of being taken off the team. Coach Thompson, the football coach, had talked to Coach Hernandez, the Track and Field coach, and asked if any of her girls could tutor him.

He had gotten it in his head that Blake would pay more attention if the tutor was a pretty girl, not to mention that Blake, despite his athletic prowess, was almost painfully shy around girls. It so happened that he did pay attention when Susan was tutoring him, and she helped him to get the grades he needed to pass the class, the two of them becoming a couple on the way. Blake was the kind of guy who was just smart enough to figure out that he should find someone smarter than him to do the heavy thinking. He wasn’t an idiot by any reasonable measure, but he was comfortable with letting Susan call the shots for him.

Most of their circle of friends consisted of members of the school’s various athletic groups: sports, track and field, weightlifting, and wrestling. They never really tried to exclude anyone else, but kids their age tend to hang out with kids they’re similar to. One of the exceptions in their group was Susan’s cousin Judy, who would drive into town every couple of weekends in her patched-up old Camaro to go shopping and hang out.

Judy wasn’t really quite like the rest of the gang, she tended to be a bit less refined, even by teenage standards, more “rough around the edges”, as they say. She didn’t bother to wear the latest fashions, she didn’t play sports or work out all the time, and of course, she didn’t go to school with them, since she lived out of town. Mainly she hung out with them because she was Susan’s cousin, and because her house out of town had certain things that the other kids’ homes lacked. Mainly, it had a swimming pool and a comfortable distance from responsible parental supervision.

Which, of course, is where the gang found themselves that weekend, sitting around the pool, listening to someone’s iPod on the stereo system, and enjoying the beers that Judy’s dad James was cool enough to let them have. Those who were already coupled up were sitting close, some making out at the pool, others slinking off to find some privacy around the house or the nearby garage. Amongst the singles, you had the guys mostly clustered around the girls, vying for their attention, with Judy by far getting the most suitors, to the chagrin of at least a few of the other girls.

Of course, Judy had certain attributes herself that many of Susan’s male friends were drawn towards. While she lacked the leanness and tight muscle tone of the more athletic girls amongst their group, her body did have a certain generosity at the curves that generally ensured she always had someone to make conversation with. She was also a huge flirt; unrefined and upfront in that way that got teenage boys hot under the collar. Not to mention that beat up Camaro that she loved to go tearing around in. It wasn’t one of the shiny new models, but rather an old worn out ’92 that her daddy had fixed up for her as a Sweet Sixteen present a couple years back.

Uncle James came out to the pool, taking in the view for a moment before turning to Susan.

“Hey Susan, can you help me in the kitchen for a bit?”

“Uhm… sure!”

James held the door open for Susan and watched her wet bikini bottom as it clung to her firm bahis siteleri tight ass while she walked into the house and into the kitchen.

“I figured I’d make cookies for you kids, but I have to make a bunch if I’m gonna feed you all. If you could help me, things would go a lot faster.”

“Sure!” Susan couldn’t put her finger on it, but she always felt a bit uncomfortable around her Uncle James. It always felt like he was watching her whenever she was around, particularly when she was in her bikini like tonight. She put those thoughts aside as she cut the dough up into little discs and laid them out on the pan.

Meanwhile, Blake found himself sitting alone, but not for very long as Judy broke loose from her entourage and pulled up close to him, almost close enough to touch.

“So Blake, how have you and Susan been doing lately?”

“Uhm… pretty good, I guess?”

“Have the two of you been getting any action?”

“Say what?”

“You know, have you been knockin’ boots, bumping uglies, fucking. Does my cousin put out?”

“Er… I don’t think I should…”

“Hmm… that’s what I was afraid of. She can be a bit of an ice queen, huh? And she’s going to college out of town I hear…”

Blake stammered and struggled through the beer-induced haze to try and think of what to say when as he felt Judy’s hand on his thigh, slowly working up his leg towards his groin as she leaned into him. Her cleavage ever looming as she used her forearms to squeeze them together to their most potent effect.

“You know… I’m not going anywhere. And unlike my cousin, I know about the… needs…” with a light squeeze on his rock-hard cock, “…that a boy has…”

“I… uhm… uh… “

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”

Susan was on top of them out of nowhere, pulling Judy off of Blake and tugging at his arm to get him out of the pool.

“Hey, I was just keeping Blake company while you were gone.”

“You stay away from my boyfriend, you slut! Comon Blake, we’re getting out of here.” And with that, they were both back in Blake’s 97 Mustang and driving back to town. It became rather clear that Susan wasn’t interested in hearing an explanation, making for a very long, quiet, tense ride back to town before Blake dropped Susan off at her place and headed home.

He climbed the stairs and got in the shower, soaping himself up as he thought back to what Judy had tried. She had been all revved up and ready to go! With those tits, and those huge brown eyes… he took his stiff cock in hand and wondered what she had gotten up to since he left…

George didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know why it seemed like a good idea as Judy lead him away from where his girlfriend was puking in the bathroom and up the stairs to her room. Mostly though, he was just focused on that full round ass as it sashayed up the stairs in front of him, the water and swimsuit fabric clinging to her body.

Judy gave him a coy look and made a shushing gesture at him before taking him into her room and quietly closing the door behind them.

“So tell me, George. Do you love Elizabeth?”

“Uhm… what?” He stared, like a deer in the headlights, as Judy reached up and tugged at the bikini straps at her neck, undoing the knot and placing her hands over the cups as the straps fell.

“It was a simple question,” she smirked at him. “Elizabeth. Your girlfriend. Do you love her?” She reached back and untied the other straps to her bikini, letting the top fall to the floor between her and George. Her full tits were now proudly on display, her stiff nipples and her wide, brown areolae drawing his eyes in.

“Now George, there’s no need to be embarrassed, you can tell me you love her.” She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling him up against her, her breasts mashed against his chest and her hand sliding down to caress his hardness. “Tell me you love Elizabeth, George, or this stops right now.”

“Uh.. uh… I love her.”

“Oh yeah?” Her hand stroked up and down, giving his cock several gentle, firm squeezes.

“Yes… I… ohhh I love Elizabeth.”

Judy pulled George’s head down to give him a deep kiss, their tongues quickly entwining as she pushed his trunks down before breaking the kiss to drop to her knees.

“That’s just what I like to hear.” George gasped as he felt Judy’s lips sucking on the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the opening, before sinking her whole mouth down over it, and the cock slowly going down her throat. He gasped and moaned at the sensation, and then in frustration as she stopped and stood. Without saying anything else to him, she turned around and walked over to the bed, climbing onto all fours and reaching back to pull the crotch of her bikini bottom aside to reveal her dripping pussy.

“Come here George, and show me how much you love Elizabeth.” George paused for half a heartbeat to watch her shake her ass back and forth enticingly, before he canlı bahis siteleri practically jumped onto the bed, found her opening with the head of his dick, and sighed in divine pleasure as he sank his shaft into a pussy for the first time in his life, plowing into her and grabbing onto her hips for dear life, rutting like an animal and reveling in her velvety rich moans until he spent his seed and collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

“Hmm, that’s a good boy.” Judy stood and pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom so it was back in place before picking up her top.

“You better get downstairs and check on that girl you say you love so much.”

James watched the video of Judy taking George. That girl of his was something else, all right. Once she got a boy in her cross-hairs, he never knew what hit ‘im. He groaned as he watched her get up and bend over the bed, gasped as he watched the boy get up behind his baby girl and start pumping her like a jackrabbit until he filled her with his seed. Of course, it wasn’t just the video that was getting him going. He ran his fingers through Judy’s dark brown hair as she worked his cock in and out of his mouth.

“You still got a pussy full of that little boy’s spunk, babydoll?”

“Hmm, you know I do, daddy. It’s too bad Elizabeth was too sick to go home tonight, but I just don’t think she’d be able to handle the ride back into town, as bad off as she is.”

“Yes indeed. It’s a good thing you promised to look after her for George; he was so worried about her.” James’s eyes followed his daughter as she got up and walked across the room to where the tight-bodied redhead lay passed out on the bed naked. Judy pressed two fingers up into the girl’s twat, working them in and out as she suckled on a pale, freckled breast; Elizabeth listlessly turned her head back and forth and squirmed, but showed no sign of waking up.

James joined his daughter and their new plaything on the bed, running his hand up and down her taught, teenaged body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and tugged on it slightly with his teeth, feeling it harden in response. Judy went back to sucking on the other nipple, and Liz moaned in response, writhing back and forth between them. Judy moved down and began nibbling her way up between Liz’s legs, before gently tugging at the lips of her pussy and sliding her tongue between the folds.

Elizabeth cried out, her legs spreading open. It was obvious the slut didn’t even know where she was as Judy ate her out and James fondled her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, and holding her down as she thrashed on the bed. Judy slipped two fingers into the redhead’s cunt and proceeded to flick her clit with her tongue, feeling the juices pouring out of Liz’s snatch and down over her ass.

“I think she’s all ready for you, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

James moved between Elizabeth’s legs and lined up the bulbous head of his cock with her virgin snatch, teasing it for a few moments as the girl drunkenly ground against him, gasping with the sensations. He leaned forward, grabbing her by the hip with one hand and pressing into her, feeling himself gradually squeezing his way into her tight passage, grunting with each thrust, Liz’s own cries echoing his grunts.

Finally he bottomed out. James pulled almost all the way back out until just the tip of his head was inside, and then thrust all the way back in, Elizabeth issuing a sharp grunt in response. Judy frigged herself while she watched her daddy fuck the stuck up bitch like the whore she was, James’ grunts and Elizabeth’s moans mixed with Judy’s groans to make a sexual cacophony before James slammed his dick all the way in and growled as he filled the redhead with his seed.

James sat back on the bed, admiring his handy work as Judy crawled up between his legs and began licking and sucking at his cock to clean him off.

“That’s my girl.”

Susan didn’t so much as talk to Blake for the next week, ignoring his phone calls, text messages, emails, and even Facebook pokes. Finally she gave in and agreed to let him take her out to dinner to make it up to her. He was able to explain what happened, and she decided to forgive him after having some time to cool off. Obviously she just needed to be careful to keep her slut cousin away from her boyfriend.

That weekend, James invited Susan and her family out for a barbecue and pool party. Blake elected to stay home and avoid any problems with Judy. Susan herself wasn’t thrilled about going, but her parents pulled the “You still live under our roof” routine and dragged her along. The food at the barbecue was good, James being a skilled cook, but Susan was still pissed at Judy. Her parents shrugged it off as some minor thing that she’d soon forget about, teen girls being so fickle.

Everybody else seemed to have a good time, in any case, celebrating that the girls had finished high school and were getting ready to start their new lives. As the evening wound down, Susan güvenilir bahis saw James talking to her parents, and them nodding in agreement. She waited with a gnawing sense of anxiety as they walked over to her to let her in on what had them so cheerful.

“Your uncle James has decided to give the two of us a break from you for a few days, and to give you and Judy some time to work out whatever little issue you have with each other.” Susan’s mom held up a hand to show she wasn’t done talking, when it looked like Susan was about to interrupt. “This could be the last time the two of you can spend quality time together, what with you going to college and Judy getting a job.

Long story short, the decision had been made, and Susan’s parents got in the car and drove home, leaving Susan with Judy and James to help clean up. You could cut the silence with a knife as they picked up the garbage, took the dishes into the kitchen, and started washing up. Susan was beginning to once again notice the… focused attention that James paid her as well, staring at her tits and ass as she walked around the house and yard in her tight-fitting blue bikini.

Once they finished, Susan and Judy went upstairs to use the shower. That’s when Judy chose to break the silence.

“So Blake’s got a pretty nice cock, huh?”

If looks could kill, Judy would be naught but a scorch mark against the wall at this point.

“What… did you say?”

“I said… Blake… your boyfriend… has a pretty nice cock, huh? I got a pretty good grip on it before you butted in the other night.”

“You shut the hell up. And stay away from my boyfriend!”

“I bet he doesn’t stay your boyfriend for long. Another five minutes and I’d have had him on me, and you know it!”

“SHUT UP!” Susan took a swing at Judy, landing an open-handed smack across her cousin’s face. Judy, in turn, ran at Susan and knocked her off balance, sending her tumbling onto the bed. Before Susan could get her bearings, her cousin was on top of her, and in the ensuing struggle, Judy managed to hook Susan’s bikini, the clasp on the back giving way with a snap.

James came running in to see what the commotion was about, and had to stop cold to take in what he was seeing. His daughter was straddling Susan on the bed, Susan’s youthful breasts exposed while her top hung uselessly from one arm. As he watched, Susan managed to get her hands on Judy’s bra, ripping it down and exposing her own tits in turn. James decided he needed to put a stop to this before it got out of hand. He pushed Judy off of Susan, and held his niece down, eyes drawn to her heaving tits as she tried to catch her breath. Susan wasn’t as well endowed as Judy was, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t have a fantastic pair just the same.

“LEMME GO! GET OFF OF ME!”

“Susan, calm down! What’s going on here?”

“Daddy, that crazy bitch attacked me! Just because her boyfriend was flirting with me last weekend.”

“That’s not the way it happened and you now it!”

Susan started trying to kick at Judy, so James rolled her over onto her belly and put his legs over hers, incidentally shoving his crotch up against her ass.

“Susan, if you don’t calm down, I’m gonna have to call the cops.”

“That bitch started it!”

“And watch your language, young lady. In fact, if that’s how you’re gonna act, how about we just call the cops anyways and let them sort it out? How would your parents feel about that?”

Susan finally began to calm down, turning her head to the side so she wouldn’t have her face smushed into the bed by her uncle’s weight.

“Fine, I’m calm, please get off me?!”

“Oh Daddy, look what I found in her purse!” Judy pulled a zip lock bag with some green leafy stuff out of her panty drawer. It was obvious it had never been anywhere near Susan’s purse, but she was beginning to see how this was going to go.

“Susan? You brought marijuana into my house? I KNOW your parents won’t like that, especially once you get brought up on charges for drug possession. That big name college you were planning to go to isn’t going to like that either.”

Susan went limp in defeat.

“Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t call the cops.”

And that’s how it began. At first, they took some topless photos, then nude photos. In for a penny, in for a pound, each step they ended up with something even worse to hang over her head until she had no hope of backing out. They gave her a strong jack and coke to help her relax and she gradually began to suspect that they had given her more jack and less coke than she thought, leaving her very relaxed indeed.

At first, she had felt humiliated when they started taking photos of her topless, but deep down, she began to feel a sort of thrill, a fluttering of her heart. By the time Judy was laying her down on the bed and nibbling at her neck, she was breathing heavily, realizing groggily that she was getting turned on by all this! She knew that it was wrong that her cousin was teasing her nipples by gently nibbling and licking them, and that it was even more so when Judy’s hand slipped between her legs to run between the juices oozing from her pussy. She certainly knew it was wrong of her uncle to be stroking his cock as he filmed his daughter fingering his niece.

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When I started this new job, I knew it would be a longer drive every day across the state line and back. It was a small company of about 6 guys and I had taken a pay cut too, but I wanted a change in my life. I always had the office-style job, sitting in a cubicle counting away the boredom. When this new job opened up, I was excited because it put me out in the field with a company van and a bunch of tough technician tools like those I used to pretend when I was a kid. Every evening after a long day of work, although honestly not too strenuous, I felt more masculine with a great sense of accomplishment because I could remember each task I completed throughout the day’s schedule. No more staring at a computer screen or Zoom meeting. And the people I worked with were no-nonsense, straight-shooting, tell it like it is types. No more corporate office bullshit. I loved it!

One of the technicians I worked with was named Adam. He was about my age and a bluegrass playing, weekend farming, beer drinking, God-fearing, good ol’ boy with an ugly farmer’s wife and a few kids. He was about 50 pounds heavier and slightly shorter than my slim 6’1″ 165lb frame. Adam and I were into all types of music and so our friendship hit it off pretty well when I first started the job. We’d work on a few projects together, but mostly we’d work on our own and I’d only see him quickly in the morning. After a few weeks of working there, he invited me to his house and all day drinking would become normal routine. We would talk about the job, talk about the stupid things his kids would do, talk about new business ideas, and we’d talk about a thousand women more attractive than his wife. He was a boobs guy. I was more of a butt guy. Being an active musician before, he’d always have stories… although I think he knew that I knew they were almost always exaggerated.

After about three months of driving back and forth across the state line every workday morning and evening, I decided to get an apartment closer to the shop. I found an awesome 1-bedroom with a large living room, large bedroom, and a tiny kitchen. I never was much of a cook, but Adam was really talented and always had women tripping over themselves when he’d prepare a dish. He was one of those types that had little pieces he’d tear off of whatever he was cooking and offer you a bite with a “Here, take this. Try this.” approach that was impossible to refuse. He practically put it in your mouth. And everything he created had amazing flavor. I could understand how girls immediately melted after this perfectly seasoned food placed delicately on their tongue by his very strong and manly hands. I try not to admit, but I even felt a little flutter myself at few times. The food was that good.

But Adam complained about his wife constantly. And she was not attractive. Didn’t even try to be anymore. And they never have sex anymore, he says. I feel like all she did was constantly nag him, which obviously frustrated him and pushed him further away. It made no sense to me, but I’d sit there and listen with my occasional words of wisdom. Although I was not married and have only dated seriously about 3 different girls, I acted like I had some expertise and, honestly, I just wanted to keep the conversation going on to whatever the next topic would be before the next beer. I’d offer advice but it never seems like he would follow through or he’d try and she would ruin it. He continued to act as if I had the answer, but I didn’t know what solution he was looking for as nothing I suggested seem to solve his problems.

It was the weekend goal to avoid going in the house and talking to his wife at all costs, but he didn’t have a bathroom in the detached garage so when you had to take a pee it was a short walk out the side door to relieve yourself outside aiming for the shrubs near the wall. As the day and night wore on, Casibom we’d each go out pretty frequently as the beer goes right through you, until the one time when we both went out at the same time.

There we both stood outside in the partially darkened eve, with our stance oriented toward the garage wall, and a small strip of light coming out of the side windows the garage. We were both heavily intoxicated at that point and, standing there, I couldn’t resist the chance to try and sneak a peak.

I don’t consider myself gay, but I was drawn to the curious idea of what his dick might look like. I tried to be casual about my sight line, but in an instant I suddenly felt like he caught me looking so I froze staring forward, finished up peeing, and we both went inside. After a few more beers, I called it a night and drove home.

The next Saturday, he decided to come over to my apartment. We just about alternated every weekend of who would be at who’s place. When it was colder weather, we’d always end up inside my apartment instead of his cold detached garage. He had brought over beer, but I already had a lot in my fridge too, so it was obviously going to be one of those typical, unproductive weekend days.

I had a guitar and electric piano in the bedroom portion of my apartment, so we were sitting there making up some music while other music was still playing in the living room on the TV. It was a typical mini-party with us getting intoxicated and talking. As typical with drinking, he paused for a moment with the grand announcement, “I’ve got to pee. Be right back.”

The bathroom was a door connected as part off the bedroom, so he jumped in there while I stopped playing the piano and waited on the bed until he came back.

It was a thin door and I could hear him pretty clearly when, while urinating, he shouts out “Oh hey, I wanted to ask you something about last week.” The toilet flushes and he opens the door. “Do you remember when we were peeing outside last week?”

Oh no. He did notice me. I’m busted. Here he is standing very powerfully at the doorway of the bathroom looking at me sitting on the edge of my bed. “Um, yeah. What about it?”, I say.

Just then, his whole face suddenly changed from the judgemental God-fearing good ol’ boy to… I don’t know.. something else. Something different. He had a slight smirk and put his arms out as if he wanted a hug then says, “Stand up. Come here.”

What? What the fuck is this? He hates tree-huger types. It was about 3:00pm in the afternoon and we had started drinking a long time ago, so I wasn’t entirely processing as much as I should’ve been but I stood up and walked over. Then, he hugs me. His head on the side of my head, his arms around my waist… he’s fucking hugging me? Before I can think of a word to say about this strange moment, his hands then slide down my back and he’s now rubbing and squeezing my butt. I kind of like it, surprisingly, and I’m trying hard not to react for fear of overreacting. His hands slide back up my waste and he retracts the hug.

Then looking directly in my eyes as we’re both standing there he says, “You were trying to see my dick, right? Don’t be afraid about it, but don’t lie about it either.” My mouth turned dry and I’m sure my face turned white.

I had a million excuses, lies, explanations, my mind was racing with that flight or fight feeling and somehow I finally edged out a whispered “Yes” with a nod of my head.

He smiles.

“I wasn’t sure when to bring it up. I was excited and looking forward to coming over today because I’ve been thinking about it all week.” he says. “Remember how I’m always talking about my wife? How we never have sex anymore? How I miss getting blowjobs since we got married? I’ve been trying to drop hints all this time.”

My mind was blown. Thinking back, I Casibom Giriş see it all clearly now but I was too naive to make a connection.

“I knew you were looking. I’ve caught you checking out my crotch lots of times when we’re drinking and I’m standing but you’re sitting.”

Oh my God, is he gay? Is he into other guys besides just me? All we’ve ever talked about is girls.

“So, are you gay then?” I don’t know how I even asked those words considering my nervous and anxious body trembling with this conversation.

“No, but I thought you might be. Or maybe you’re bi, I don’t know. Either way, if you want to play with my dick I’m up for that.”

WHAT?? Oh man, just like that? I’m about ready to cum in my pants just thinking about this discussion and now he’s giving me the world’s biggest and brightest green light! I’m frozen in indecision. I can’t bring myself to take the next step or say what I really want to say… I’m going to ruin it. I’m going to lose my chance! Speak up, stupid!

Seeing my indecision and hesitation, he then boldly says, “You want to?”.

Holy shit. A yes and no answer. A warmth of calm comes over me and I take in a deep breath. “Absolutely,” I answer.

He moves the guitar off the bed and over to the side, then takes off his shoes. With one big arm stretch and arch of his back, he crawls over and lays down in the middle of the bed.

My bed! He’s laying there with his head on my pillows and his white socks poking out of the bottom of his jeans. The music playing in the living room is become the anthem to this journey of mine as I can’t stop standing there looking at him.

His arms now both up and behind his head, “What do you want do, little girl?”

Instantly, flashes of my past interwoven fantasies of how I liked guys, but also liked girls, but wished I could sometimes wear a skirt, but love that I have a dick, to pretending to have pigtails, to leaving the cubicle life for a physical labor job… and Little Girl, he calls me. Yep, I want to be that today. Come to think of it, I have always been a feminine guy and he’s seeing me better than I see myself. All these times that I’ve been hanging around, I’m attracted to this guy.

I carefully detach my belt buckle and pull the belt through the loops so it won’t be getting in the way, then I find my way toward the space he created on the left side of the bed and sit there kneeling. With my hands still shaking, I reach towards his belt buckle and slowly take it apart. My hands are so close to his dick tucked underneath, but I’m trying to slow the moment in my never-before-experienced excitement. I tug on the buckleside of his belt and he arches his back to help it pull through. I set it aside and start to unbutton his long sleeve shirt from the waist up eventually revealing his slightly hair-covered chest but then I notice a few buttons below his waist of his still tucked in shirt are caught, so I pull up the bottom of the shirt and undo it all.

Rubbing my hand up and down the middle of his chest, I’m amazed at how natural this feels. I thought it would be awkward or perhaps repulsive, but instead I’m drawn in and start to rub his stomach side to side. I’m remove my hands and move my face towards the space between his breasts and begin leaving a path of small kisses continuing down toward his belly button. I look up to his face for a moment to see his smile and devilishly say, “Like this?”

You couldn’t stop me now, no matter if he replied or not. I continued to kiss, now below his belly button and getting closer to the top of his jeans. Tugging on them just a bit to reveal the elastic of his boxers, I lay one more kiss right on the elastic.

Oh, the first smell! I could ever so slightly smell his balls and it was wildly intoxicating. Almost put in a meditative trance, it was Casibom Güncel Giriş extremely comforting. I popped out the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down until it wouldn’t go any lower. Without a pause, he immediately lifted his butt and extended his hands to help push down his own jeans. I took them down the rest of his legs and let them fall on to the carpeted floor.

With white socks, slightly hairy legs, and red silk boxers he laid there waiting. I was in control. I enjoyed my kissing, so I worked my way up the inside of his left leg. I could see his dick twitching and bouncing his boxers. Oh my God, this is really happening! I take both hands and grab the top of his boxer elastic to lift up and then down-around his now fully erect dick. “Wow”, I said out loud before I caught myself. “And you’re not going to tell anyone about this?” I say.

“If you like it, we can do it again whenever you want.” What a perfect answer. I was thinking the same thing.

His dick is long and straight, about 7 inches. It’s about the thickness of two fingers and his balls are slightly uneven in size with about an inch of hair below. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short, but still about 1/4 inch in length. The head is just slightly darker than his shaft with a perfect helmet, slightly oval. To say that I was worshiping this dick would be an understatement.

I had known him for almost two years and to be living this fantasy… I licked my lips and began softly kissing up and down the head and shaft, taking in deep breaths through my nose of this amazing scent. With my right hand, I grabbed the base to aim it more upright and then wrapped my lips around the head. I expected it to have a taste, but it didn’t. Just tasted like skin, I guess. But what it felt like in my mouth was like a drug. I have my best friend’s dick my mouth and I’m causing him to breathe heavier and twitch. I’m sucking a dick and I like it.

Continuing to bob his dick in and out of my mouth, I try to go deeper but I easily gag so I’m careful not to take too much. I want all of him inside me though. I want his cum inside me. I want it. I taste just a bit of precum on the tip of his dick and its sweet. It’s probably been 10 minutes or so and I’m still sucking, mostly his head, while jerking him off with my hand. And then suddenly, he starts to shift.

“Oh. I’m going to cum. Yes, keep that there. Oh, yes. Fuck yes.” I feel his head grow in my mouth. His balls rise and tighten. And then cum, cum, cum. Each shot hits me like a heat wave and I’m slurping to taste each drop. It’s texture is gooey and its taste is salty but not overpowering. And its hot. I let it slide down my throat but I can’t let go of his dick as it keeps throbbing. He grabs my head and his fingers slowly go through my hair. And then he lets out a long exhale.

“Holy shit”, he says. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before? I can’t remember when I’ve had a blowjob like that. Wow dude. Oh my God. We might be starting a new thing here.”

I laid my head down on his stomach, staring at his dick now slightly shrinking, playing and twirling it with my right index finger, smelling the cum in my throat and the few drips on his skin I missed. I could feel the cum in my own boxers from the experience and excitement.

Don’t misunderstand, I love to fuck girls. I love that feeling of their sweet pussy all over my dick. I love how girls smell. I love licking pussy and her taste. But I liked this too. I guess, with the right guy, I am bi.

After the chill set in of lying there undressed, I helped hand him his clothes and I changed my underwear. We went back to the living room and drank another 5 beers or so, but we kept looking at each other with a smirk. We talked about a lot of things that night about old friends, girls, and sex.

As he left on his way out the door, he asked “You want to get together tomorrow?”

Without hesitation, “Absolutely.” I don’t know if it will be tomorrow or not, but one day soon I’m going to let this guy fuck me. When he was feeling my ass earlier was one of those hints, right? 😉

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