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Note: This story takes place over several chapters. Some are faster to the action than others. If speed is your thing, this story isn’t really for you. Otherwise, enjoy.

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“Okay, okay. No more! I can’t take anymore.”

“Michelle, it’s just pasta. And it’s not like I’m force feeding you.”

“It’s exactly like that. You fuck like a champ. You introduce me to this miracle worker with tits, and then you try to make me fatter with all this pasta-shaped heroin. It IS heroin, isn’t it?”

“No baby. It’s just pasta. And you are hardly fat. What’s that about?”

“Well, I’m softer than Anna. She’s been working out so much harder than me. And if there’s going to be heroin Bolognese, then I’m really not going to be responsible for the size of my ass.”

“Let me be responsible for your ass.”

“Or me,” said my smiling mother. Though, I’d also like to be responsible for those perky boobs. And maybe all the other parts while we’re at it.”

“Perky? You think they’re perky,” Michelle asked brightly.

“Well, you are awfully young, hon. They perk then. My boobage is a bit more… er… substantial… and pendulous,” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“Anna, you’re fishing. You know that your tits and my complete lack of subtlety are the reason that we’re fucking. And a bit the reason I love you. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I would have just lusted after your body if you’d turned out to be unpleasant, but since you’re all dreamy the tits get to be one of the reasons I love you.”

“How very enlightened of you.”

“I was just telling your son.”

“Who was forcefeeding you drug noodles apparently,” she chuckled.

Michelle sat up straight to point out, “See, even you admit it.”

I nodded slowly and said, “Look, gourmand girl, if you’re spending the night I’ll pour you more wine and you can explain all this to Anna while I do the dishes. Or, if you’re going home then it’s just water and finding your clothes around here somewhere.”

“Spoiling all the fun.”

“That’s me. Though, if you thought ahead and packed a bag then it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“No. Poor planning. Ironic really.”

“Ironic?”

“Well, the whole program management thing at work. I’d get a stern talking too for this poor a level of planning. Also for not wearing pants.”

“Apparently not if you worked for Joann at my place.”

“Oh,” she blushed a little. “So that, uh, came up?”

Anna looked from me to Michelle, “Something interesting coming up at work?”

I said, “well, turns out that little Mikey broke my boss lady’s heart a few years ago. A thing that would have been handy to know at some point.”

Michelle very calmly explained, “Yes, and now you do. It is, in fact, a point. I mean, did you want to know about who I’d fucked in college on our first date? No, I don’t imagine. I mean, we’ve talked in generalities, but the specifics are still a little fuzzy. So, that part where I tell you about having sex with my college roommate would have come. Just not until… well, I guess now.”

“It’s really okay. Of course, you didn’t need to. And honestly, I wasn’t that surprised once she told me. A little turned on, of course. But not surprised.”

“You hot for Jo?”

“No. I mean, that’s not what I meant. I mean that now that I know you as well as I do. And that I’ve shared you with another woman… my mom no less… it would have surprised me to find out that you hadn’t slept with your college roommate at some point. I just hadn’t thought about it until she told me.”

“Well, it wasn’t really just fucking. We were kind of serious about each other for a while there. But then I left town for a job. She stayed for a job here. There was some disagreement about who should be where for whom. It got a little heated.” Michelle unconsciously twirled her hair around her forefinger and took a breath.

“But we made up. I mean, I think Jo and I were good for each other, but neither of us was ready to, I guess, settle down. And we were young. And I wanted to fuck a few more people and she was a bit more- Monogamous I guess. Or at least she wanted me to be monogamous, which read as the same thing then. It was time, anyway. She didn’t talk to me for a few months after, but in the end she started dating someone else and then there was space for us to be friends again. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a tiger in the sack. And sweet as you’d hope for. But she was no Babylonian Hero, or anything.”

“Well, who is, really? Oh, that’s right, I-“

“Yeah, yeah, we all know about your mighty sword. I’m just saying that it was college. We had a thing. We broke up. Now we’re good. I think. And I’m glad that you guys get along, because that meant that she was cool introducing the two of us.”

I picked up the dishes and started to load the washer. “True. Introducing us was a very good thing.”

“But you’re right, words I’m not going to say very often, and I need to get home. If I don’t I’ll have to go to work tomorrow wearing what I stand up in.”

“Or you could borrow something of mine,” I offered.

“I bedava bahis dig chicks, Gil, but I don’t know that the office is ready to see me show up in full butch mode. Though, now that I think about it, that might be kinda hot.”

Anna asked, “Might? I think I need to see you in full Dietrich chic now.”

“But not tonight, babe, or we’ll be back at square one of this argument.”

“Yes, I get that. It’s just hard to picture spending the night all alone in my own bed when I’ve just started wearing out my two favorite people.” Anna stroked my hair as she, frankly, leered at Michelle.

“Okay, kids,” I announced. “Both of you. Out of the house or I’m going to be too weak to expel you. Then you’ll blame me for my lack of control. And while I’m willing to accept that I’m likely going to be in the wrong on most arguments, this is one that will be difficult for me not to say ‘I told you so’ at some point. So, put on your clothes – god forgive me- and get out of my house, before I make you move in permanently.”

Anna raised and eyebrow as she locked arms with Michelle. “Mikey, I think he just asked us to move in.”

Michelle replied, “Or to break up with us.”

I answered, “You two are incorrigible. And it’s only because I love you that I’m going to kick you out and then invite you back in shortly thereafter.”

“Mike, how is he the mature one?”

“Beats me. But I do know that I need to go before someone loses control and makes me stay. I’m not conceited, or anything. I just know he has no willpower.”

“See? Here I am. Tower of Will, young lady,” I proudly proclaimed.

“True. But I’m only trying to seduce your Bolognese at the moment.”

“Arrabiata actually.”

“Well, Arrabite Me. Don’t make me prove a point. Or I’ll have to get up in the morning before dawn to get home and change. And I am no one’s love when I wake up.”

“I could test that.”

“That would test our relationship. And I like you too much to do that this soon. Four AM wakeup calls are seriously only possible once I have dirt on you and you can’t just leave me.”

“Not going anywhere, baby.”

“That’s cause it’s your house.”

“Oh. Yeah. That too. Now go home. And take your girlfriend with you. Though probably not totally with you or you’ll still miss work.”

Anna kissed me on the cheek. “Such a mature boy. Okay, Michelle. I’m being good. Grab your bra, your keys, and whatever else you need. You’re giving me a ride back to your place. Then I’m being good and going to mine. If I don’t at least read over the material for tomorrow my students are going to know something is up. And if I don’t get a shower they’re going to know it involved dick. Smelly smelly dick.”

“Hey, I resent that.”

“But don’t dispute it. I mean, by morning I’m going to be less divine than normal. So, let’s move it children.”

“Yes, ma’am,” We both responded.

Joann asked, “So, big plans for the weekend?”

Michelle, Anna, and I had settled into a semblance of normal. Not really normal, certainly. Not by most any standard that we had previously accepted. Still, it was working for us. We’d been… Dating? I don’t know what to call it. The three of us had been in this new state for a little over a week now. We’d gotten past the freak-outs but not completely into the routine yet.

I had the largest home, and, of course, the pool. Also, I cook. So, we tended to end up at my place. My bed was large enough to accommodate us, and if it got crowded there were spare rooms, though no spare beds. I had a yoga mat and good intentions, but my couch might have been a nice backup if needed. Fortunately, we were still pretty comfortable snuggling (amongst other things) in my king-sized. Why does a single guy need a giant bed? Well, why wouldn’t he? It was my biggest indulgence when I started renting the house. I figured that it would be worth it. If I’m being honest, I’d been crashing on my couch in my previous apartment and that was getting old. It’s comfy and all, but not a good look when you’re bringing home guests.

So, at this stage we had spent the week bouncing around to our places, and spent the entire weekend at mine. I had a plan for this weekend that involved shopping and stocking the house for a more comfortable living situation, but I was pretty sure that Joann didn’t need to know the details.

“Well, mostly the usual. You know me, not very exciting,” I said.

“Gil, you’ve been here for what? Three months? You’ve been dating Michelle pretty steadily for two of those months. She’s not sticking around this long if you’re just a dull homebody.”

“Well, yeah, we’ll see each other. I’m sure we’ll go out or something. It’s just not a specific well-planned agenda. She’s the program manager, remember? I just do the comms.”

“Yeah, I think somehow that’s not a totally accurate portrayal of your relationship, but you just keeping being all mysterious. Last time I talked to Michelle she was damned near buzzing. If I hang out with her and get a drink in her, she’ll tell all. The casino siteleri last week her texts have been… erratic. I’d swear she was dating someone new if I didn’t know that you guys were still together.”

I involuntarily coughed. Joann looked at me strangely.

“She’s not dating someone new is she?”

“Joann, you are my friend and also my boss and I like to tell you all the dirt. But, as is, you know what there is to know, I think.”

“Boy. I was hoping to hire you in to the team, but if you can’t lie any better than that man, I’m not sure you’ll ever be able to cover my substantial ass if I run into trouble with the higher ups,” she laughed.

“Hey, I could. I mean, it’s not. I mean, hire me in? I mean-“

“Hush. Yeah, I’m trying to move the budget around a little to see if we can get a position open for a fulltime comms person for this team. I know the contract we had you in on goes for another three months, but it seemed a good precaution. Particularly, if you want to stay. You’d have a lower bill rate, of course, but you’d also not have to pay your own taxes or hustle your next gig.”

“That would be fantastic, Joann. I definitely would be interested. I was beginning to picture looking for the next gig and it was not my favorite daydream.”

“Yeah, I get it. I came into this place on an internship during college, so I admit to sometimes being intrigued by the contractor life, but then I imagine the instability and it snaps me right out of it.”

“No kidding. And, er… well, yeah, I’m not totally comfortable talking about relationship stuff candidly. I mean, I’ve only been with Michelle a couple of months. And I was a little thrown to realize that you two had an… intimate… history.”

“We were fucking, Gil. Okay, it was dating too, but it was a lot of fucking. And I did sort of throw you with that. Sorry. Still, seeing you blush was a treat.”

“Blush? Nah, not me. I’m totally the most sophisticated person in this arrangement.”

“Arrangement? That’s an interesting term for your life.”

“What? Dating your former lover and finding out about that while I am on a short-term employment contract? Arranging my reaction would be the least of my worries,” I explained.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that. But don’t worry about it. I knew you would be in for an interesting time with Michelle, and I would never want to hurt her so I think you two are a good fit.”

“Thanks, we are. At least, I think so. And, the blushes aren’t all on my side. I’ve made her blush a time or two,” I noted with a little pride.

“That’s hard to imagine. She’s made of stern stuff, that silly harlot,” she chuckled.

“Well, that she is, but I revealed a few things after she’d had a glass or three of wine. It took her off balance. So there was blushing. Or maybe it was a reaction to the wine.”

“Likely. Unless you have a particularly colorful past.”

“Which I should not relate to my potential permanent employer at work before she’s extended an offer.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m tons of fun. In fact,” I figured I’d take a bit of a risk on this one. Joann and Michelle were friends and I was curious to hear stories of their college years so I offered, “why don’t you come by tonight?”

“Tonight? Don’t you have plans?”

“Well, I’m going shopping for a few things after work, but everyone is out of here by 4:30 today, right?”

“Yeah, bunch a layabouts.”

“Yeah, so I’ll run by the store after work and then I’ll be home by, what? Six? Stop by. Have a glass of wine. Catch up with your girl. Heck, hang out in the pool if you like. I’m still getting used to the idea of renting a house, much less with a pool. I love to share.”

“Pool? Me?”

“You know how to swim, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t usually bring a bathing suit to work. I’d have to drop by the house. Besides, me in a swimsuit might send you off to other employment opportunities.”

“Pardon me boss, but that would be what we call in the trade ‘horse shit’,” I laughed. “The pool is there. Use it or not. But, you’re a beautiful woman – even if you’re my boss. And I’m always up for having more beautiful women hanging out in my pool.”

“More? So, you’re collecting women for the pool. Michelle, of course. And I’m sure she looks hot in a suit.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I said.

“She hasn’t used the pool,” Joann was confused.

“Oh, no. She’s definitely used the pool. I’ve just never seen her in a bathing suit.”

She did, in fact, blush a little.

“Ah, I see. Of course. Well, I suppose that makes sense.”

“Yeah, Michelle is a little cavalier with dress codes.”

“That she is. Toga party Sophomore year was a treat.”

“See, these are the sorts of stories that my wine and I would like to hear from you. Stop by tonight?”

“Okay. Sure. Six?”

“Six.” I gathered up my laptop and stood to go. “Suit optional.”

“Er. You mean, swimming optional,” she asked uncertainly?

“Whatever, Joann. Whatever. You’ve got my address. See you at six. Michelle bahis siteleri will be delighted to see you.”

On the way home, I stopped in at one of the big box stores. I grabbed a cart and started making the rounds. Extra toilet paper, of course. I mean, c’mon. My place used to have one guy staying there. Now there were three people. Two of those people were always asking where the extra toilet paper was. I don’t know, maybe they were writing a journal. But somehow we went through a ton. And, therefore, I needed to stock up. It’s not glamorous. It’s just the smart thing.

Then I made my way down the aisle to, weirdly enough, the wine aisle. Not a ton of great prices but the stuff we drink isn’t fancy. I thought about a box of wine – mostly as a joke- and then decided that I’d rather just buy something we can drink. Save the jokes for witty double entendres.

The Home section supplied extra sheets, a comforter, extra pillows, and a couple of extra sets of towels. Swinging back into the personal care area I bought a toothbrush stand and two four packs of brushes with a two-pack of toothpaste.

This is all very exciting, I know, but the truth is that I thought it was time to start making my house more welcoming to the regular guests. Sure, packing a bag was an option for the girls, but it just seemed reasonable to be a good host.

The girls? Huh. Somehow I’d kind of made them an item in my head. How strange. I mean, one of them is my mother. She’s older than us and always a part of my life. But when I thought of her now, I am afraid I looped her in with the unit. With Michelle. And with me. We were a unit. Somehow, suddenly. And boy, did it feel right.

Let’s see. Yes, shampoo. Conditioner. Bath gel. Got it. All the goodies from my recon in Michelle’s bathroom last time I was over. Good.

My phone buzzed and a text came through from Michelle, “Headed home?”

“Yep. Invited Joann to stop by for a drink at six. Okay?”

“Kewl! I miss my JoJo.”

“At the store. Be there in 15 or so.”

“CU. XO.”

I was locking up my car as Michelle pulled into my driveway.

I yelled back, “Hey, you can’t park that thing here!”

Michelle climbed out with purse slung over her shoulder, “Found the car. Just needs a little work. Shocks. Suspension. Some wiring.”

“You know we’re too young to be making that reference, right?” I kissed her briefly and headed towards the front door.

“Well, I had sadistic parents. I’m not sure what your excuse is. Anna is definitely not sadistic.”

“True, but she’s got questionable taste.”

“Is that a crack about me?”

“In film. We watched Ghostbusters ever Halloween. She liked it from when she was younger and felt like I needed an education. Every freakin’ October. But truthfully, I actually liked it so it works out.”

“Keys, boyfriend.”

“Front left pocket girlfriend. But the door is already unlocked. This is my final trip, not my first trip.”

“Savvy way to get me to put my hands in your crotch.”

“Wasn’t aware that I needed a tactic.”

“Usually you need a defensive stance to keep me away. But, all the same. Yep, there they are. I’ll get the door.”

Michelle opened the door and held it wide. “Here, hand me one of those bags. Jesus how much did you buy? What did you buy?”

“Just some home improvement. I’m having guests more regularly. Seemed appropriate.”

“Sure. Well, here’s your key.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean, ‘nope?'”

“Not mine. Yours. I had them made yesterday.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, one is yours. The other is Mom’s. Seemed time for you guys to have access. Look, I’m not asking you to commit to anything. It’s not a proposal. Don’t get all jumpy on me. It’s just that the three of us spend a lot of time over here. It should be easier to do that, I’m thinking. This way you and Anna can get in when you want. It should feel like home.”

“Uh, most folks just empty a drawer, Gil.”

“Yeah, I know. But we are quite obviously, not most folks, right?”

“Definitely.”

“And, I want it to feel comfortable for you guys to be here. Not like you’re camping. Like it’s a place you want to be.” I dropped my bags and pulled her in tight. “You do want to be here, right?”

Michelle kissed me firmly and fiercely, “Here, there, and everywhere, as long as you are with me, not-Gilbert. “

“Good. I mean, I kept the receipt on everything but the key, but…”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, I just laid in supplies. Make the place a little more inhabitable for extra folks. New pillows, new sheets, bathroom supplies, the usual.”

“Well aren’t you weirdly thoughtful. Most people just buy flowers you know?”

“I do. I also imagine that it might be nice to not have to pack a bag every time you want to stay over, right? So, there’s room for clothes in the closet. A drawer in the bedroom. An extra toothbrush, and the like. I get tired of sending you home when I don’t want you to go anywhere. Is that so terrible?”

“That is terrible. So terrible I’m going to just chew you up and swallow you down,” she giggled.

“Well, maybe we should put some of this away and open a bottle of wine first. I don’t know how I’d explain to Joann that you’ve chewed off parts of me before she got here. Might be tough on my contract.”

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Massage Parlor Heaven

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It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I had to wait for the train after 5 anyway. Two hours to kill. What to do? I wandered out into the street, slipped into a bookstore for a few minutes and then walked towards the train station. Then I remembered the massage parlor.

For years I had been going to the rub ‘n tugs. I figured it wasn’t really cheating, my wife wouldn’t know the difference and I hadn’t actually had sex. Usually I paid my fee and the girls massaged me and gave me a pretty good handjob but nothing more. Well, occasionally I’d massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. Yes, the parlor would be a good way to kill some time before my train came.

I walked into the parlour and Stacey, who had massaged me in the past, was at the front. “Hi!” she shouted and smiled. “Be with you in a minute,” she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. She locked the door and disappeared into the back for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and another guy came in. Then another guy. Stacey had her hands full at front. It didn’t look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of the afternoon.

After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I paid my fee then started taking off my clothes as she watched and smiled. Then the doorbell rang again. “Oh damn,” she said. “I can’t believe this. Just a sec.” I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before.

Stacey opened the door after a couple of minutes. “I’m sorry, John,” she said. “It’s just too busy and I can’t get away from the front and none of the other girls are busy. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long wait. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Too bad, I was really horny.” I got up on my side. Stacey looked at my rockhard cock and frowned.

“Wait a minute,” she said and came into the room and closed it behind her. “There is one option, but you might not like it.”

“What is it?”

“Well, we do have one guy on staff who–“

“A guy? Forget it.”

“Are you sure? He gives a good massage and could help you with this little–I mean big–problem,” she said, her cold hand enveloping my veined member.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not gay.”

“You would hardly know the difference. It’s almost dark in here. I’ll give you a free one next time if you try it out. He’s not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd.”

I sighed. I’d never been with a guy or had really been interested. But I did want to get off. “Maybe he could massage me and then I’ll take care of it myself,” I said.

Stacey smiled. “Okay, good. Now lie back down.” As I lay down she stroked my cock gently, but the doorbell rang and she scooted out.

I lay down on my stomach again. Well, this was weird. My cock shrivelled into its foreskin. I listened to the jazz music cooing out of the radio. My ass tensed at the thought of a guy touching me. My arms lay rigid at my sides. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d decided to stand up when the door opened and closed behind me. Then I saw a pair of sandalled feet through the hole in the table. “Hi there. I’m Ted. Stacey says you’re pretty uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. I prefer women, too.” He rubbed his hands over my shoulder blade and shoulder. It did feel like of good. Maybe a massage wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It had been casino siteleri pretty tense at work lately.

“No, it’s okay, Ted, go ahead, I can use a good massage.”

“Good.” I could hear him go to a side table and get out the oils. I could hear his hands coming together to heat up a sweet smelling oil that I knew would burn nicely on my back. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands over my back and neck. “You are tense. Relax.” He rubbed and kneaded and pressed at my back. I could feel my tension evaporating, though I still couldn’t get past the thought of a guy rubbing me like this. My cock was still shrivelled.

Then he casually ran one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly. I could feel my penis suddenly stiffening. Relax, I whispered to my cock. Easy boy.

Ted thumbed my lower back, edging slowly towards the crack of my ass. Every time he neared my crack I tensed slightly and his hands would slide up my back again. He edged down again, but this time he didn’t go back up. His thumbs made it to the top of my crack. Then I could feel his thumb just inside my crack. My ass clenched naturally. I thought about ending this, but I was stirring down below. Perhaps after he’d gone, I really would whack off or go home and bang the wife. But I decided not to move.

He moved his hands over my ass cheeks, one on each, gently kneading. This didn’t seem so odd, I’d seen guys at the gym having their asses kneaded by other guys. I started to relax. It did feel good. He massaged and pushed the flesh and pulled it apart. I could feel the cool air of the room at one point on my asshole as he pulled the cheeks wide apart. I started to get harder. Occasionally he would move back to my ass and I would raise my hips slightly towards his hand. One time he ran a finger quickly down the crack as he want back down my legs. I stiffened measurably. He worked on my legs for a while, then my feet. I was beginning to think he’d given up on my ass when he asked me to turn over. I hadn’t really thought of what to do at this point. I expected he’d leave and then I’d whack off. But I was aroused and it was dark and no one knew I was here. Maybe something would happen and it wouldn’t be so bad.

I rolled over and my cock was pointing at the ceiling. I could see Ted giving it a quick glance and a smile. He was a fit-looking young guy, about 28 years old. He was wearing a bathrobe, which I could see bulging gently at the middle.

He started with my face, rubbing his thumbs on my cheek and forehead, then my neck and chest. He skirted my nipples a few times before slowly running his thumbs across them. I never much liked having my nipples touched, but this didn’t seem so bad. My cock was getting really hard now.

Then he started running his hands over my stomach, tickling me gently around my belly button. My cock danced with every touch. I’d decided I’d let him jack me off if it came to that. Couldn’t be so bad. He ran his hands along my hips and down my legs, running his face close to my groin. Did he breathe softly on my cock? Or was that my imagination? I thought I felt hot breath. He went further down to my feet and ankles, then back up my legs. He had one hand on either side of my groin now, gently rubbing. I wanted his hand on my cock so bad. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. He smiled.

“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Stacey said you’d finish this part yourself.”

“Um, wait, no,” I stammered. “It’s okay. I’m really horny. Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging a guy to rub my cock.

“What would you like me to do for you then?” he said.

“Rub me, please. Rub my cock.”

“Show me what you want,” he said.

I reached down and took my swelled cock in my hand and started to stroke it. “Like this,” I said. freespin bonus I put my hand back at my side, closed my eyes and waited.

His big hand closed over my hardened member. My breath quickened as he grabbed it in his hand and started to stroke slowly. God that felt good. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to enjoy this, though, and bit my lip. He stroked me harder. My breathing quickened. This was amazing, at least as good as Stacey.

I think he could tell that I was trying to hold back my orgasm and he slowed down, playing with the tip, running a finger down the fattened underbelly of my rockhard cock. “Oh god,” I murmured. Then my cock felt hot and I realized that he had his lips upon me, his tongue on the head of my cock. “Oh god,” I said again and weakly tried to push him away with my hands. He took me all the way into his mouth. I put my hands on his head, ready to pull him off, but I couldn’t, it felt too fucking good. Oh god it felt good. He sucked me right down to the base and started playing with my balls. I opened my legs wide and pleaded in my head for him to touch my ass. He reached down, grabbed some oil — or was it lube? — and slid a sticky finger into my waiting asshole, not gently, not slowly, but quickly and hard. It hurt, but his mouth on my cock felt so good. He started to fingerfuck me slowly as he sucked me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I envisioned his cock inside me. I’d never thought of anything like that before, but with his finger inside me and his mouth on my cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” he said and smiled.

“Oh yes,” I whispered unsteadily. “Yes.”

“Not yet,” he said, taking his finger out of my ass. He stood up and walked over beside me and waited. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Wasn’t he going to suck me off or fuck me? Then I noticed the growing bulge under his robe. I got it. I undid the sash at his waist and his robe fell free, revealing a cock that must have been seven inches long and twice as thick as mine. I put my hand on it and stroked it a little. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. He moved closer to me and dangled it in my face. I opened my lips to say something and he slid it past my lips. It was not what I had expected — not as hard, more spongy, and it didn’t taste bad, kind of musky. I kind of enjoyed the taste. He put his hands on the back of my head and eased himself towards the back of my throat. I almost choked but held on. I wanted to taste it some more, so I pulled it out and licked the head and ran it over my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of the head again and muscled his way back into my mouth. “Suck that fucking cock,” he said under his breath. “Suck it.” I complied, running it over my tongue, gently over my teeth. He stroked me a little as I sucked it. God this was good. I reached around him and cupped his ass in my hands and took a little more control. I ran my lips on the underside of his cock, then took his balls in my mouth. He spread his legs a little. I reached underneath and found his waiting asshole and played with his opening with my index finger. I pushed in slightly without any lube. He grunted, in pain, I expected, but I took his cock in my mouth again and pushed my finger in a little further. His cock was getting harder and his breathing faster. I could sense he was going to cum fairly soon. I took his cock out of my mouth.

“I was going to cum,” he said.

“I know,” I smiled. “But you said you’d fuck my ass.”

He grinned. “On your stomach,” he said. It was hard to lie flat with my swollen timber stuck to my belly, but I made it work. He scrambled around for more oil and slapped some on my ass. Then he eased a finger inside, then two. “Do you like that?”

“Yes. Yes.”

The springs of the gurney squealed as he joined me on top of it. He pushed özel bonuslar my thighs apart and then I could feel him toying with me, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Then the tip found my hole and he pressed it gently inside me. “I know it’s your first time,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.” Gentle? It fucking hurt! “Easy, don’t clench. Back up on my cock slowly.” I relaxed my ass muscles and he slid in further. All my instincts told me to push him out, but the more I struggled with it, the further he made his way in until most of his cock must have been inside. I relaxed a little more. It was painful, but it felt good, too, better than my butt plug did in the shower.

“Good,” he said, and started to pull it out a bit. He made it almost all the way out, then thrust back inside, gently. “That’s it,” he said, and pushed it further inside again. He rhythmically fucked me in the ass. He put his hands on my shoulders and fucked me harder and harder. I groaned. I could barely stand the pain but just the thought of him fucking me hard made my cock even harder. His breathing hastened and he started to lurch against me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he said. He pulled out at the last second, my asshole puckering and screaming, and jacked off on my lower back. I could feel his boiling hot seed on my back and running down my ass crack. “Ohhhhhhh . . .” he moaned. He collapsed on top of me, all 200 pounds of him. We sat like that for maybe two minutes. He almost crushed me.

“You didn’t get to cum,” he said, finally.

“No, not yet.” My cock was still solid.

“What would you like, a handjob, or for me to suck you off?” I thought for a second of my cum bursting into his waiting mouth, then said, “No, I think I’ll return the favor. On your stomach.” He hesitated, then got off me. I stood up beside the table, and he took my place. I found the lube beside the oil and rubbed some into his hole. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I give an awesome blowjob.”

“No, I’m sure.” I’d been wanting to fuck somebody — anybody — in the ass for a long time. My girlfriends hadn’t let me, my wife wouldn’t let me. I’d never thought of asking the guys on the baseball team. Maybe I should have.

I jumped up onto the gurney and moved behind him. I placed the head of my cock against his asshole, as he had, then pressed it in slowly. His pucker wrapped around my cock as it found its way inside. Ted winced in pain. “Back up on it,” I said. He did as he was told and eased back onto my throbbing hard cock, right down to my balls. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving in and out of him, slowly. Holy shit it felt good. I moved in and out, his ass muscles finding new purchase on my cock as I pumped him. My breathing quickened, I wasn’t going to last long. I fucked him harder and harder. Then the door opened and closed and I froze for a second. It was Stacey. She put a finger over her lips to shush me. “Keep going,” she said, quietly. She opened up her kimono, her tits laid bare, and reached down and started fingering her mound. I fucked Ted harder now as I watched Stacey finger herself. “Hurry up,” he stammered. “Hurry up, man, it’s starting to hurt.” At that I fucked him harder. Shit, I was close. So close. Oh god, shit, fuck. I pulled out my cock and stroked myself all over his back. Line after line of silvery cum shot onto his ass. I almost collapsed in ecstasy. I looked over at Stacey. She, too, was cumming, jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy. I collapsed on top of Ted for a moment, and heard Stacey let herself out of the room. I got off the table and found my way to a chair. Ted got up and put his robe back on.

“My ass is going to hurt for days,” said Ted. “You know I’m supposed to charge you for all those extras. But I kind of got into it myself.”

“Really?” I said. “Maybe next time.”

Ted walked out the door. I put on my clothes, slid a couple of twenties onto the side table, and walked down the hallway, where several guys were waiting for their turn with Stacey or one of the other girls.

“Will I see you again soon,” asked Stacey at her desk. Ted was slumped in an armchair beside her.

“Absolutely.”

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