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My Boy

By: blondesubmission



As you approach my door you send me a text that you have arrived. No response. Looking up, you see a note taped to my door. "A " is all it says on the envelope in red ink. You remove it from the door and carefully open it. Removing the letter inside, you unfold the paper. 

"A – Come in. This is the only choice you will have tonight. Once you make it, you are mine until I release you. Think carefully before you enter. Is this what you want? Is this what you need? If it is, I can give it to you. If you choose to enter, lock the door behind you. Remove all your clothing except for your underwear and place them on the chair closest to the back door. Take the blindfold from the counter and kneel in the center of the room. Put on the blindfold and wait patiently. – J"

You pause for a moment, considering. You begin to wonder how far I am willing to take my new role. Once you enter the door, your decision will be made. Smiling, you think to yourself, "I've created a monster." With that, you open my front door, heart beating wildly. You turn to close and lock it and then follow the directions written on my note. 

The room is lit with candles and soft, strangely seductive music is playing. Kneeling in the center of the floor, you put on the mask left for you. You think to call out to me, to let me know you are ready. Then you remember that was not listed in your instructions. Obedient from the start, you wait quietly and patiently for me. You hear my bedroom door open. I approach you and stand in front of you, placing my hand on your shoulder. 

"Good boy," I praise you as I stroke the side of your face. "Your obedience pleases me."

You start to respond, but I place my finger over your lips to silence you. 

"Don't speak unless I ask you something directly," I instruct you. "Then you may respond with an honest answer to my question and Miss. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," you answer.

"Very good," I lean down and whisper and reward you with a light kiss near your ear.

"Do you remember the safe words we discussed the other night?" I ask you. 

"Yes, Miss," you reply. 

"What are they?" I ask. 

"Yellow if I want to slow down or need you to ease up and red if I want to stop, Miss," you tell me. 

"Such a smart boy," I praise you again and walk back into my bedroom. 

Upon my return, I take off your mask and show you what I have for my sweet, obedient boy. A black leather collar and a lock are in my hands. 

"I want to make you mine, but that must be your choice. What I take, you must first choose to give. Do you understand?" I ask you.

"Yes, Miss," you reply looking up at me, your excitement and pleasure apparent in your eyes. 

"Do you wish to be mine?" I ask.

"Yes, Miss, more than anything," is your fervent reply. 

Nodding my head in approval, I fasten the collar around your neck. I slip the lock through the clasp in the back and secure the closure. Showing you the key, I place it on the counter. 

"You are mine to do with as I please until I remove my collar from you," I tell you. "This is not a question. You have made all the decisions you will be allowed tonight." 

"Who does your body belong to?" I ask.

"You, Miss," you answer. 

"Good boy. Do you want me to touch you?" 

"Yes, Miss," is your response.

"Do you want to serve me with your mouth?" I ask.

"Yes, Miss," you confess.

"And do you want to obey me?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Your body, your mouth, your hands, your cock...they all belong to me," I tell you. "You will not cum until I allow it. If I allow it. Do you understand?" I ask you. 

"Yes, Miss," you respond. 

"This will be your hardest and most important lesson," I tell you. "You will learn to control that eager cock of yours if it is to belong to me." 

"I will use it and you for my pleasure over and over before you have earned the right to cum," I inform you. "Anytime you want or need to cum, you must ask permission. If I deny permission, you must stop yourself. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Miss," is your compliant reply.

"Good, let's begin."

With that done, I circle you, taking in every aspect of my boy as he kneels before me and giving him the chance to look his fill at his new Mistress in her black boots and stockings. Feeling the erotic charge and the feeling of power I am getting from my new role, I can hardly believe I ever denied this in myself...such an easy fit for me really. My panties soaking wet already just from the interaction we've had so far.

Standing in front of your kneeling form I stand with my waist even with your head and use my hand to press your cheek to me. You must learn my smell, crave it. I want the smell of my arousal to make you hard with no other stimulation. 

"Smell me. Your good behavior has made your Mistress wet," I praise you. 

"Because you have made me so wet, I am going to let you lick my juices. Would you like that?" I ask you. 

A groan escapes your lips before your affirmative response. You are eager. I love that you can hardly wait to serve me with that talented mouth of yours. Your experience and knowledge in this area is something that pleases me and something of which I am going to make good use.

"Turn around, face the chair and put your hands behind your back," I command.

You do so immediately and I go to my room and return with the wrist cuffs. Kneeling behind you, I run my hand down your back to relax and comfort you. I can feel your excitement and tension. But above all, I want you to know you are safe and loved in all of this. Fastening the wrist cuffs I connect them behind your back and softly kiss you between your shoulder blades.

"That's my good boy," I whisper. "Are you ready to be my slut now? Are you ready for me to use you for my pleasure?"

"Yes, Miss" you sigh.

Standing, I circle you and sit in the chair in front of you. Sliding my panties off, I spread my boot and stocking encased legs to give you an unobstructed view of my smooth, wet pussy. Your eyes are hot and do not leave my splayed legs. Your hunger to serve me is evident in your tightly controlled features and body. The large bulge in your underwear obvious proof of your arousal. 

"You have made me very wet," I tell you. "Use your mouth and tongue to lap up the mess you've caused."

Bending at the waist you bring your head down between my legs and begin using your lips and tongue to bathe the inside of my thighs. You are so good at knowing just where and when to use your mouth between my legs to build the most anticipation and give me the most pleasure. Allowing myself to relax, enjoy and experience orgasm from your oral service will be my lesson to learn. Lapping and nibbling at the outer lips of my pussy, you approach my clit. Thrusting my hips up, I grab the back of your head and force you down hard. Finally sucking my clit into your mouth you increase the pressure. Humming, using flat of your tongue, you continue to pleasure me until I am writhing on the chair. My power over you giving me the permission to take the time to let the orgasm build, brings it on more quickly than I have ever experienced.

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah," I moan. "Don't stop slut boy, keep sucking, keep licking." I command you. 

"Yeeesssssss!" I shout as I clamp my thighs around your head and cum hard on your tongue and then release you to straighten back up and give me time to recover. 

Sliding off the chair, I kneel to face you. Taking your face in my hands I kiss you deeply, taking in my scent, taste and juices all over your mouth and face. 

"Mmmmm, good boy," I purr. 

I unlatch the connector between the cuffs on your wrists and tell you to stand, relieving your knees for a bit. Sitting back down on the chair, I watch you standing before me in your collar and black underwear. Your hard cock evident and making my own mouth water. 

"Remove your underwear," I instruct you. You do so immediately and return to standing before me. 

"It is my turn to play with you. To enjoy your body for my own pleasure," I say.

Spreading a blanket out on the floor, I tell you to lay face down on it as I return to the bedroom for a few things. Upon my return, I fasten the ankle cuffs on your legs and use the connector to restrain your arms and legs together. Admiring my handiwork, I stroke your back, thighs and buttocks. Moaning, you arch and seek contact between my hands and your more intimate areas.

Smack! I punish you quickly with a spanking and you become still again immediately. No words even need to be spoken. You know what I expect from you. Total submission and obedience as I use you...even when my use brings you pleasure. 

"I am going to use my fingers and some lube to explore you a bit here," I tell you as I run my finger up the crack of your ass. 

"Remember to use your safe words if you need them," I remind you. "I want to push you, give you pleasure, take you where you've never gone before...not hurt you in any way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," is your reply.

"Are you ready for me to proceed?" I ask you.

"Yes, Miss."

I continue to run my hands all over your body. Teasing you and avoiding what you seek and desire. As the music picks up tempo I touch you lightly between your legs...feeling your testes and scrotum...reaching under you and grasping your hard cock in my hand to give it a squeeze. You are trying so hard to remain still, but an involuntary groan escapes your lips. 

Opening a bottle of lube I wet the fingers on my right hand. When it becomes warm from my body heat I gently begin to rub it up and down between your cheeks, slowing and concentrating on your asshole. Getting it nice and wet for me, I circle my finger around it and add more lube. Slowly and gently, I insert the tip of my index finger into your tight ass. You groan again, but do not pull away. Sliding in and out slowly, I test your readiness for a bit more. 

"Do you like this?" I ask you. 

"Oh, yes, Miss...please don't stop," you beg me. 

"Mmmm, I like it when you beg, slut," I tell you.

I remove my finger slowly from your ass and you let out a disappointed whimper. 

"Patience," I admonish you. 

Lubing up my smallest plug, I push it against your anus. 

"Breath and relax," I instruct you as I gently push against your opening. 

As you take and let out a deep breath, the small plug slides easily into place in your rectum. 

"Yes. Very nice. That's my good boy," I praise you as I unhook the restraint connecting your arms and legs. 

"Roll over onto your back," I tell you. 

You do so, the plug still in place. Your eyes meet mine, a bit uncertain...but you quickly see the love, pride and arousal in my own eyes shining back at you and relax into the moment even further. 

"Trust me, baby," I reassure you. 

Taking the lube still on my hands, I grasp your impossibly hard cock and stroke it as I straddle you in the reverse position. I slide my pussy down over your cock in one easy motion. Your vantage point affords you the view of my back, legs and bottom as I begin to ride you. 

"Who's cock is this?" I demand. 

"Yours, Miss," you groan.

"Remember, do not come without permission," I remind you.

From this position I can observe the plug still in your ass. I press on it as I ride you. You groan and press your hips up into me, taking my hips in your hands. I allow you this small bit of control because I enjoy the feel of your hands on me as we fuck. 

Reaching for my vibrator plugged in by the chair, I begin to use it as I ride you. This quickly brings me to orgasm and I hold still on you so you can feel my cunt spasm on you, so you can feel the pleasure your cock brings me. 

When the last spasm subsides I begin to ride you again in earnest, pressing on the plug in your virgin ass. The noises you make tell me you are reaching your peak. 

"Do you want to cum for me?" I demand.

"Yes, Miss!" you almost shout.

"Then ask permission," I tell you. 

"May I please cum, Miss? Please?" you beg. 

"Yes, you may," I grant. "Cum for me."

Thrusting your hips up into me roughly, you explode and cry out, convulsing over and over in the extreme pleasure of your release. 

When you are still again, I gently slide the plug from your ass and release your still semi-hard cock from my body. You whimper a bit and I make little shushing noises as I turn around to curl up next to you on the blanket. 

"It is time for you to clean me up now, boy," I tell you.

Straddling your face, I lower my full pussy over your mouth. You know what to do. You begin licking your hot cum from my lips and catching all that is slowly leaking out. 

"MMMMM, yessss," I moan. "Good little slut boys clean up their messes."

When you are finished and I am satisfied with your work, I slide down beside you.

"I love you my good boy," I whisper in your ear as I wrap you in my arms and stroke your hair. 

You are exhausted and spent and we fall asleep together for a bit, sated, content and fulfilled.

My Boy



A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. This series is a sequel to my story Brothers. If you haven't read that, this may not make a whole lot of sense. Sorry, it takes a little while to get going. 

This story centers around gay incest. Don't like it, don't read it. 

*****

One year, eleven months and six days since the last time I saw or heard from Jesse. It wasn't by choice. 

I had come back from the sleazy hotel to find Jesse and all of his material possessions gone. He took all of his clothes, all his pictures, everything. All that was left was his furniture, now barren, and his baseball jersey, which he'd forgotten in my equipment bag. 

I was ashamed to admit that even now, nearly two years later, I still slept with it. I held it to my face, breathing it in. It didn't smell like him anymore, but it comforted me at least a little. My fingers ran over the numbers, tracing the blue outlines, 32. 

We both had the same favourite number, 23. But I joined the team a year earlier, so he reversed it. I wish I'd have let him take my number. 

He'd missed a lot in the two years he'd been gone. He'd missed my birthdays, my 21st and 22nd. He missed my graduation, I graduated with a degree in English, go figure. I quit the baseball team after he left, so it was really the only subject I cared enough about to fall back on. I'm sure I'd missed a lot in his life. I'd missed his 19th and 20th birthdays. That was hard to deal with.

I tried messaging him on Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram and I even tried his old MySpace page. But all the accounts were deactivated. Whether this was my father's doing, or Jesse's, I had no idea. I tried phoning my father's home and cell. The numbers had changed. I tried mailing him letters to my father's old address, but they were returned to me, unopened. My father had sold the house and gone someplace else. I tried phoning my mother, but she didn't know anything about where my father was. She hadn't been keeping tabs on him since the divorce. 

It was like Jesse had managed to just disappear into thin air. The worst part though, was that I didn't know if it was because he wanted to, or my father wanted him to. 

Jesse lied. He told me he wasn't going to leave. He told me he trusted me. 

I thought he loved me, but maybe he didn't. Maybe he fell out of love. Maybe it was too heavy. I just wished I knew, then at least I could try to move on. 

Right now though, there was nothing to move on to. I had a degree in English, what job could I possibly manage to get with that? I couldn't move on sexually. Not only was I completely confused about my sexuality and role in the bedroom, but I couldn't even find anyone attractive. Jesse ruined me. 

My phone buzzed loudly from the bedside table, and I leaned over carelessly, picking it up. 

"Hello?" I asked dully. 

"Hi honey! I'm in the neighbourhood, can I stop by?" It was my mother. I rolled my eyes. My mother and I had a rocky relationship. She used to be super religious when I still had to live with her. But after I moved out, she went on a trip to Mexico, met some guy and now she was pretty... loose, to put it bluntly. I didn't really care, at least she was cheerful now. I wasn't, however, in the mood for a visit. 

"I'm tired." I said, lamely. My voice was flat and dull. Whatever, I'm sure that sounded tired enough. 

"Oh, c'mon honey. Jason's coming, he wants to meet you!" She chirped. Fuck, there was no way she'd leave me alone if her boyfriend was coming to meet me. She'd pressure me until I gave in just so she wouldn't look bad.

"Fine, fine. But don't expect me to be in a good mood." I grumbled, hanging up the phone. 

I slid out of bed, pulling on a pair of old discarded jeans. Did they smell? I didn't care. I pulled off my t-shirt and threw on Jesse's baseball jersey. It was weird and ritualistic, but when I felt like I had hard times ahead, I wore it. It helped me through. 

I waited in the living room for my mother and her latest squeeze to arrive. My mother lived about an hour and a half away, so if she was "in the neighbourhood" then clearly she was coming here for big news. Maybe her and Jason were getting married. I hoped so. Then she'd go on a honeymoon and be out of my hair for a few weeks. 

They arrived quickly, my mother didn't bother to knock, but rather walked right in. It was fine with me, saved me the trouble of having to get up. 

My mom looked good, I could admit it. Her dark brown hair was pinned up in a loose bun, she was wearing a cleavage bearing dark blue dress- something she wouldn't have been caught dead in before her mysterious trip to Mexico, but whatever. Her boyfriend, Jason, was attractive. He looked maybe five years older than my mother, if I were to guess I'd say he was in his mid-fifties. His black hair had grey in it, and he was wearing a suit. 

We exchanged the expected pleasantries, shaking hands and introducing ourselves and discussing the weather. I offered them each a cup of coffee, which they both turned down. I got myself a glass of water. When all that bullshit was over, Jason and Mom took a seat on the couch opposite me, and Mom looked at me with excitement in her green eyes. 

"So, what's going on? It has to be something big, or else you would've just phoned." I said, my fingers slowly stroked the sides of my glass, making tracks in the condensation. 

"Okay, okay, you caught us," My mother said, laughing cheerfully. "Your father told me not to tell you until next week, but I just couldn't wait, because I knew you'd be so excited," 

My interest piqued. She'd been in contact with my father. She had his number at the very least. I grinned, my heart beginning to beat quickly, my breath rapidly becoming ragged. 

"Jesse's getting married!" 

My hand clenched around the glass and it shattered, breaking off into pieces in my palm, water spreading all over my jeans. 

"Oh! Oh, dear! I didn't think you'd be that excited." My mother said. I stared at her. My hand should hurt, there were pieces of glass sticking out of it, but my brain wasn't registering it. It was taking everything I had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. 

Jason moved quickly, running into the bathroom and grabbing a towel and the first aid kit. He took my hand in his, palm up. 

"Just have to remove these glass shards..." He mumbled awkwardly, fishing in the kit for a pair of tweezers. I was still staring at my mother, paying him no notice.

"What do you mean, he's getting married? When?" I asked, my voice quiet and wavering. There was a sharp stinging in my hand but I ignored it. 

"Well, he's getting married next week. His rehearsal dinner's tomorrow night though, because his bride wanted to make sure everything was perfect. You know, they'd have enough time to fix everything if something went wrong." She babbled, completely oblivious to the fact that my heart had shattered just like the glass I'd been holding. She continued. 

"Your father didn't want me to tell you, said that you'd want to take over the planning or something, but I told him, 'no, no, no' that you'd behave yourself. Wouldn't get to be too much of a perfectionist, you know you can be sometimes- Jason, honey, you have to clean the wound before you put the bandage on." 

I stared at her, shocked. 

"The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night? Are you going?" I asked quietly. Jason was still fumbling with the bandages like a fucking idiot. I continued to ignore him. 

"Yes, of course, dear. That's why we're here. I thought that you, being his brother, should get to come. We could drive you down with us tonight." My mother smiled at me. Then she got some dreamy look in her eye. "I might finally get grandchildren." 

Jason looked at her startled. 

"You're too young to talk like that." He said, winking at her. My hand was still bleeding, the useless prick hadn't managed to even get all the glass out. 

"Oh, stop it you!" My mother retorted, blushing. 

"Where do they live, Jesse and Dad?" 

"It's a five hour drive north of here." My mother said, turning her attention back to me. "Do you want to come with us?" 

"Yeah. But I'll follow you guys down, and take the truck. It'll be good to have two vehicles." I mumbled.

"Oh perfect! This is going to be wonderful!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. 

This is going to be terrible. 

***

We got to Jesse's city around midnight. I decided to stay in a different hotel from my mother and her lover. This was partly because I didn't want her bothering me all the time, and partly because Room 23 wasn't available. I asked my mother not to mention to anyone that I was in town, claiming that I wanted to surprise Jesse. Well, that was partly true. 

I dropped my small travelling bag down on the floor of my hotel room, before sinking onto the bed. My arm dangled lazily off of the mattress and I reached down into the bag, carelessly unzipping it. Jesse's jersey was folded neatly on top, my fingers locked around the soft fabric and I pulled it up, onto me. 

I had Jesse's address tucked away in my bag. I'd go visit him tomorrow, before the dinner. Until then, I had to get through a few hours of waiting. A few hours of this god-awful anticipation, this fear. 

I curled into a ball on the comforter, clinging to Jesse's baseball jersey. 

My brother is getting married in less than two weeks. 

I began to sob. 

**

I pulled up to Jesse's house at around three in the afternoon. All the lights were off, the house seemed... dead. Jesse was probably at school, and our father was probably at work. 

I parked on the side of the road, a few doors down from Jesse's house. If our father came home before Jess, I didn't want him to see my truck. 

The street was empty. It was a suburban neighbourhood, I assumed everyone who lived here was either at school or at work. The desertedness worked well for me. 

I walked up to the front door. It was locked, obviously. Knowing Jess and how forgetful he is, there'd be a key somewhere around here, in case he forgot his at school. I kicked up the door mat, no key. There was a small flower pot with a few dead tulips in it. I picked it up, and there, to my joy, was a house key. 

I know that it's weird and creepy to break into your ex-lover's house, but my ex-lover is my brother, and I should be allowed into his house, shouldn't I? 

I let myself in, putting the key back under the flower pot and locking the door behind me. 

The house looked so... fake. Like it had come right out of a magazine. I hated it. It wasn't Jesse at all, but it sure as hell suited my father. I headed upstairs, searching for Jesse's bedroom. 

It didn't take me long to find it. I opened the door slowly, holding my breath. 

His room was just like how it was when Jesse lived with me. It was blue, with a double bed in the center. He had a desk, cluttered with papers and textbooks, one of which, I noted with interest, was his Dutch language book. Dad must've let him keep taking the course. His bed was unmade, but he had no dirty clothes on the floor. 

It smelt like him. I breathed it in deeply, a sort of calm washing over me. It smelt like him and only him, there were no feminine perfumes lingering in the air. 

I relaxed onto the bed, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling. 

"Jess," I murmured, breathing deeply, resting my nose against his pillow. My eyes travelled to the bedside table, where his alarm clock was. He also had a book sitting upright, it looked like an agenda. I grabbed it, flipping it open to the bookmarked page, easily deciphering his scrawl. 

He had class today. His last one was mathematics, and that one was at 2:30, so he should be getting home soon. The rehearsal dinner was at 5:30. I sat up on the bed, placing the book carefully back onto the table. 

I opened the first drawer. It was wrong of me to go through his personal things. I knew it, but I did it anyway. 

There was a picture frame in his bedside table, but it was facing down. I pulled it out of the drawer anxiously. I shouldn't look. But I did. 

The man in the picture was Jesse, he looked the same as he always had. His shaggy blonde hair fell onto his forehead, his green eyes were lively with excitement. But beside him was a woman, a tall, slender woman with red hair. She was beautiful. She was kissing Jesse on the cheek. 

I shoved the frame back into the drawer, my eyes welling up. I would not cry. Not again. 

I kept searching the drawer, trying to find something, anything that showed that Jesse still remembered me, that he still kept a piece of me with him. What I found instead was a few pencils, a notebook (I didn't read it) and finally, some condoms and a small bottle of lube. 

He'd moved on. 

I relaxed back onto the bed, slowly entering a state of apathy. I couldn't feel. I was just completely numb. But I didn't cry. 

So this was it. Jesse had moved on. I should go. 

I heard the door to the house open and close loudly, and I sat up, petrified. Oh God, someone was home. Was it Dad, or was it Jesse? At this point I didn't want either of them to see me. 

I heard someone coming up the stairs, but I was too terrified to move. If our father caught me here, in Jesse's room, oh God, I couldn't even think about it. If Jesse caught me... I don't think I could handle him shutting me out again. 

Jesse opened his bedroom door. And I sat there, immobile on his bed, staring at him dumbly, unable to speak. 

He jumped back startled, dropping his textbooks and binders on the floor.

"Michael." He breathed quietly. My heart pounded agonizingly in my chest, as I looked at him. He looked different. His skin was still pale, he was still only slightly muscular. His hair, it was his hair that was different. It was cut short, hardly even long enough to run your fingers through. 

"Jesse." I said softly, swallowing. Still, I felt numb. 

"What are you doing here?" He spoke so quietly it was nearly impossible to hear him. He looked sad, so sad, and maybe a little afraid. 

I opened my mouth, then shut it again. What could I say? How could I explain this?

"Congratulations on your engagement." I said finally. He didn't say anything. Just looked at me, still standing in the doorway to his bedroom. I bit my lip.

"I'll go now." I said, standing.

"Don't go!" He shouted. I froze. He looked down at the ground and exhaled shakily, looking up at me. There were tears in his eyes, his face was twisted in disparity. 

"Don't go, Michael." He spoke softly again, the words barely escaping his lips. Jesse looked down at the ground again, sucking in deep breaths, trying to calm himself. 

"I won't go, Jesse." I murmured, taking a few slow steps towards him. We were close enough now that I could feel the warmth of his body. I moved my hand to his face, brushing his cheek with my hand, gauging his reaction. He closed his eyes, his hand moved to mine and he clasped it in his. 

The numbness inside of me started to recede and I was instead filled with desire, terrible desire. I licked my lips as Jesse calmed, his warm hand resting on mine. God, I wanted him, needed him. It had been nearly two years since the last time we'd been together.

"I missed you." He said softly, his eyes still closed.

And I couldn't think straight, thoughts were rushing in and out of my head at incredible speeds and I couldn't focus and I knew that he was getting married but I couldn't help myself, and his skin was so warm and he smelt so familiar and I missed him so much and nothing made sense anymore and I knew that he was sleeping with his fiancée but I didn't care, because suddenly, I was kissing him. 

My lips were pressed firmly against his, my free hand snaked around his head and I held him to me. Jesse groaned, trying to push my face away from his, but I was still stronger than him, and I didn't let him pull away. 

My lips moved aggressively against his warm mouth, trying to force a reaction from his lips. He fought against me, thrashing his body, his hands pushing at my chest, but I didn't let up, couldn't let up. I needed my brother. 

My tongue forced its way past his lips, ravaging his mouth. Slowly his lips started reciprocating mine, and it felt so sudden that I realized that my brother was no longer fighting against me. 

He was clawing at my shirt, desperately pulling me closer to him. His lips parted more widely, our tongues dancing together sinfully. Jesse was moaning against me, his hot breath flooding my mouth as we kissed. I hadn't felt so alive in years. 

My lips trailed down his neck, and he tilted his head back, his hands twisting in my hair, forcing me to continue my assault. I bit and sucked and kissed at his neck, trying to taste as much of him as I could, to give him as much as I could. 

"Mike, we can't do this again." He said desperately. But even as he said it, he was rubbing his hips against mine, begging me silently to continue. 

"You want this, don't you Jesse?" 

Jesse didn't answer, but instead pulled my face up to meet his once more. We kissed passionately, desperately. Jess began walking forward, leading me to his bed. His hands gripped at my shirt, as he hurriedly tried to pull it off of me. I gripped the edges of it, and pulled it off quickly over my head, throwing it to the floor. 

My little brother's hands moved to my chest, exploring it greedily. His fingers curled in the hair, gently scratching the skin beneath it. I tore at his shirt, ripping it off him easily, the buttons popping off and clicking against the floor as they fell. I ran my hands over his bare shoulders, feeling the warm muscles beneath his skin. 

We fell to his bed, tangling together against the blankets. We were both completely unreserved, completely primal. He needed me as I needed him. Everything happened quickly. 

It was a blur, both of us ripping and tearing at each other's pants, at our own pants, tugging off our boxers and socks until we were both left completely naked, our hard members pressed against one another. 

I was on top of Jesse, kissing his neck while he writhed against the bed, grinding his hips against mine. His hands were tangled in my hair, his legs wrapped around my hips. 

I slowed my movements, trying to stop our rushed pace. It had been so long, I wanted to explore every inch of his beautiful body, memorize him all over again. I wanted to stretch him slowly, tease him, bring him to the brink of his orgasm and bring him back down, and do it all over again until neither of us could take any more. I wanted to make love to him. 

I pecked his neck a few more times, before kissing him again. This time, it was unrushed, controlled. Jesse groaned, fighting against my lips, trying to quicken our pace, but I remained in control, kissing him lovingly. 

"Mike, we don't have time." Jesse urged, his hands twisting in my hair. 

"What time does Dad get home?" I responded, kissing his cheek. He usually didn't get home until late, we had a lot of time. 

"I have to be at dinner at 5:30." Jesse said, panicked, rubbing his hips against mine, silently begging me to go faster. I froze, looking down at him. He was still going to go through with it?

"You don't have to go Jess. I love you, come away with me." I murmured against his skin, kissing his cheek once more. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me.

"Don't start that again, Mike." He said quietly. 

"You wouldn't want to?" I asked, looking down into his perfect green eyes. 

"You know my answer." He said it gently, but it still hurt. My heart thumped painfully against my ribcage, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. He'd rejected me again.

I stared, blinking down at him. Instead of saying anything though, he pulled my face down to his once more and kissed me. The kiss was urgent, pleading. Him begging me not to go. 




My Boy



"Mike, I need this." He said next to my ear, his legs tightening around me. I moved against his body slowly, our dicks rubbing together. I needed this too. I needed him. Whether he loved me or not, I couldn't leave without being with him, even if it was only one more time. But there's no way I can take him gently, not now. 

"Fuck me, Jess." I said, looking into his eyes once more. A slow smile spread across his lips and he nodded, his legs unlocking around me. I rolled off of him, propping myself up onto my elbows and knees, waiting for him. 

I wanted to make love to him, wanted it to be slow and meaningful. But we had no time left, and I was too hurt to be gentle. It was better this way. However rough he would be, I could handle it. 

Jesse rummaged around in the bedside table, grabbing a condom and the bottle of lube. I wanted to ask him to skip the condom, but I didn't speak up. Let him do what he wants, he was going to anyway. I couldn't say no to him. 

Jesse rolled the condom on before moving behind me. He spread some lube down the crack of my ass, and I sighed, relaxing my forehead against my fisted hands. 

"Mike," He said softly, pressing his middle finger against my hole, "you let me know if it hurts, okay?" 

I nodded against my hands, but didn't say anything. He pushed his finger inside of me, and my breath hitched. It hurt a little, but I didn't want him to stop. Despite all the confusion and emotional turmoil, my cock was still rock hard. Everything else was being pushed quickly to the wayside as my little brother opened up my ass. 

"Fuck, keep going, Jess." I urged, as his finger pumped in and out of me. I just wanted him inside me, fuck preparation. 

"Mm, you're so tight, Mike." He murmured, slowly forcing his first finger into me. I groaned quietly, my body reluctantly accepting him inside of me. 

I could feel his fingers scissoring inside my ass. I tried to relax my body, but it still hurt. It had been a long time. 

He worked quickly, forcing my channel open. Jesse seemed to be preoccupied with only one thing, and that was getting what he wanted before he had to leave. I wasn't going to slow him down, I needed him. If this was all I could get from him, a quick fuck before he left to see his fiancée, that's what I would take. 

"You can fuck me, Jesse. I can take it." I breathed. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, even though he had already pulled his fingers out of my hole. I nodded, turning my head to look at him. He spread more lube onto his dick, stroking his shaft to spread it, before placing his cockhead at my entrance. 

I held my breath. 

Jesse pumped into me, filling me with his large cock. I groaned loudly, my body arching and jerking away from him. Tears sprung up into my eyes at the sudden pain. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still. He stayed inside me, but didn't move. 

"Sorry," He said softly, rubbing my hips gently with his hands. "I'll try to be gentler." 

"No," I gasped, "No, Jess, just fucking take me." 

Jesse exhaled, slowly pushing more of his length into me. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip hard to keep from groaning again. God, it wonderful and painful at the same time, my little brother taking my ass. 

Jesse let out a low moan as he filled me with his entire length. His grip on my thighs tightened slightly, as he pulled out and pushed in again. He went at a moderate pace, allowing me time to adjust to having him inside me. 

"God, Mike, feels so good." He mumbled, thrusting into me again. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the head of his dick inside my hole. I turned to look at him, he grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing more out onto his cock, and rubbing it down the length. 

I moaned appreciatively as he thrust into me again, faster this time, the lube helping him slide into my ass. His hands returned to my hips, and he sped up his pace, his thighs slapping against mine. 

I began stroking my cock, my hand working slowly up and down my shaft. Jesse increased his pace further, his balls hitting my ass as he filled me to the hilt of his dick. 

His hands moved up my back, one grasping my shoulder, the other gripping my hair. He pulled me up, so that my back was against his chest, his dick was pumping up into me. I moaned loudly, the new angle making Jesse's dick slam into my prostate with every thrust. 

"Oh, Michael, I fucking miss this." Jesse said, his warm breath dancing across my shoulder. I rested my hands against the headboard, trying to support myself as my little brother fucked me. 

"M-me too, Jess." I moaned, tilting my head back. Jesse roughly kissed my shoulder blade, his arms wrapping around my torso, holding me to him. His hand wrapped around my dick and he started jerking me, pushing my closer to the edge. 

He was panting, a thin coat of sweat covered both of our bodies. His thrusts were deep and quick, filling me to the max. It was primal, reckless, and it felt fucking amazing. 

"Mike, Mike, you won't tell anyone about this, right?" He asked breathlessly. 

"Of course n-not. It's out secret, J-Jess." I managed to get out between moans of pleasure. My toes curled, my fingers pressed into the headboard. 

Jesse released me, pushing me back down onto the bed so I was propped up on my hands and knees. His palms rested against the small of my back, and he was leaning over me, slamming his cock deep into my ass, rubbing my prostate with every rough thrust. 

"F-fuck, fuck, Jess." I groaned, stroking my dick again. I was so close. 

"Mike," He whined, resting more of his weight onto his hands. His moans were high in pitch and short, letting one out after each pump into me. 

"Jess, I'm cumming." I cried out, feverishly jacking my cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

"Don't cum on the blankets!" He said quickly, but it was too late. 

My eyes rolled back into my skull, my feet flexed. My entire body twitched with pleasure as rope after rope of jizz shot out from me. I groaned loudly, rocking my hips against him, trying to fuck myself more on his dick. 

Jesse came barely a second after me, with a long, loud moan. His fingernails dug into my back, his thrusts became deliberate, filling me with his entire length, fucking me hard. 

We were both panting when he pulled out of me. I rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine quickly, before rolling onto his back beside me. 

His fingers interlocked with mine, as we lay there together.

"Oh Michael," Jesse breathed, "You're ruining everything."



My Boy at The Poker Game



Chris was a hot female to male trans guy that loved to please his daddy. My trans boy was 22 and I was 48 at the time. Chris is super hot, 5'6", 120 pounds, blonde and blue-eyed. He had been on T for about five months when I met him. He wanted a daddy to take him in and care for him while I wanted a boy that I could help become a man. I will never forget this experience. 

This was my regular poker night with the boys. Chris had never played poker with the boys but wanted to join in this week. I was a bit hesitant as I know the boys thought he was hot, they had told me how lucky I was to have such a hot boy. I was proud of him, two of them didn't know he was trans and two did. He was really cute in a boyish way- all man but had that twink soft way about him that made me love him so. I told him I would only stake him $50 and that was it. I knew that he didn't stand a chance against my buddies and me, we have played poker for years. Jim is really good, lucky and skilled, but that is another story. I taught Chris to play poker by playing for sex favors, but again another story. 

When I told the boys that Chris was sitting in right away Bret said let's play strip poker - he is gay and he didn't know that Chris was a tranguy. Chris looked like a high school boy and I think Bret just wanted to see him naked. I laughed it off and so did the other guys, it was a bit awkward but was a nice ice breaker I guess. Chris also played host that night and would go get beers and stuff for us as my boy. Chris quickly lost all the money I had staked him and sat on my lap for a while squirming and getting me hard. He had on a pair of baggy gym shorts and a t-shirt (with binder). I was losing and getting a bit restless when I reached up Chris' leg and into his shorts' opening to feel no briefs, I was surprised but excited. I started to play with him and he was putting his arms around me and kissing me and my neck. One of the guys said get a room. I told him he was jealous and he said hell yes. 

I started to get really hard, the whole scene was turning me on, knowing that Bret and Jeff didn't even know Chris was trans and Jim and Red laughing as they knew what I was doing in his shorts. I lost a hand worth $75 and was getting low on my allotted gambling money for the night when Chris asked to get back in the game. I said I wasn't going to stake him, Bret said Chris can play with his clothes. I laughed and said are you kidding me Chris would lose his clothes in three hands. Chris jumped off my lap and said deal -- he winked at me as he got off. I knew then that this was going to be wild night. The arrangement was that if Chris won he got the pot, if he lost he had to take off a piece of clothing and socks didn't count. No matter what was bet he was covered by just one piece of clothing, seemed like a good deal for him as he was in every hand and could win a big bet. 

He lost right off and took off his t-shirt, I knew he didn't have on briefs and he wasn't going to start with shorts. I quickly looked at Bret and Jeff to see their reactions when they saw his binder. I wished I would have filmed it, it wasn't a sexy binder just the look of confusion on their faces. I know that Bret had a huge crush on Chris and wondered how he would react. I grabbed the cards and started to deal the second hand, of course, Chris lost again. This time he took off his shorts, again I quickly looked at Bret and Jeff. Jeff didn't seem surprised much, I suspect he knew. Bret on the other hand just mumbled something I couldn't hear. Later, I found out he said to Jim why didn't he take off the top (he didn't know that most trans guys who haven't had surgery are very sensitive about that). 

I was throbbing so hard as I watched Chris show off his neatly trimmed "fun bits" he usually called it, I called it pussy and he didn't mind. He had a great happy trail up to his belly button and a lot of hair on his legs, it was so fine and silky I LOVED IT. I don't think any of the guys had ever seen a t-cock before and as I glanced around the table I could tell everyone was really excited, including me. I love my boy's hot body, his t-cock is so big and HOT. Chris broke the silence by saying I am out boys and jumped back on my lap without putting his clothes back on. His bare pussy was rubbing my hard on through my shorts and I LOVED IT. I asked him to go get me another beer and as he left I saw all the guys watch him walk out of the room showing off that perfect ass. It was so small and well-shaped like a great twink's ass. I was thinking as he walked away that from the back you would swear my boy was a cis man. 

We dealt a couple hands of cards before Chris returned, I won both hands as the boys were watching the door waiting for Chris. He came back in with my beer and jumped back on my lap. I looked over at Bret and he seemed to be the most excited of them all. Just before Chris got on my lap I stood up and took my shorts off and sat down in my briefs. I could feel that Chris was really wet, super wet, probably the most excited I have seen him. He turned around in my lap and faced the boys while telling me which cards to discard, we were playing straight draw poker. I had a pair of Kings and drew another one so I was pretty excited. Jeff called my bet and raised another $50. I told him I only had $20 left and he said I could throw Chris into the pot. I noticed Chris kind of quiver when he said that. I asked Chris what he thought he said call the bastard. I said wait a minute, I am not going to throw my boy in the pot for a mere $30. Jeff said he would take Chris sitting on his lap for five minutes, Chris yelled call and I said sure. 

Well, Jeff threw a full house (sixes over jacks) on the table and Chris started to reach for the pot and I told him we lost. He laughed nervously at the same time he was gushing moisture out of his pussy. Jeff stood up and pulled his shorts down and was about to take his underwear off when I said wait a minute, the deal was Chris would sit on your lap but NO FUCKING. We argued back and forth what the bet exactly was, of course the other guys took Jeff's side until Chris said he would sit on Jeff's lap and he could play with his fun bits but can't take off his binder and Jeff had to keep his briefs on. Jeff agreed with that Chris jumped on his lap facing the table. Jeff had a nice cock, it was pushed off to the side and stretching his briefs to the limit. His cock head was covered in a wet spot where he had been leaking pre-cum all night. 

Chris looked so hot sitting in Jeff's lap grinding his pussy down on Jeff's brief-clad cock. Jeff was alternating between rubbing his fingers on Chris' t-cock and thrusting his hips upward trying to shove his cock into Chris's fun bits. Jeff reached around for Chris' binder and Chris slapped his hands away. I knew two things about Chris, he would only take his binder off in front of me and he had an absolute rule on no barebacking. It took two months of dating before he let me fuck him raw and he said I was the first one. In fact, he claimed I was the first cis guy he ever let stick it in his fun bits. He had sucked and been fucked in the ass before me, but I digress. I set the timer on my watch for five minutes and we kept playing cards but no one was really paying much attention. We were all watching Chris' pussy get wetter and wetter -- so much so that Jeff's cock was completely visible through his soaked briefs, they were white and the outline of his head and cock were so clear -- I wasn't sure if it was Chris' or Jeff's juices but boy was it hot to see this big cock stretching a soaked pair of briefs to the limit as it arched up to meet Chris' t-cock with every stroke. Chris was concentrating on rubbing the two cocks together while Jeff was trying to maneuver his cock into the hole. It was fun to watch Chris adeptly slide forward just enough to move Jeff's cock back up to his t-cock. 

Jeff was desperate by now as there was only about a minute left and he wanted his cock in that hole so bad, he reached down and Chris grabbed his hand and helped him rub the brief-clad cock up and down Chris' full length ending at his t-cock. Jeff was stronger however as he got the head of his still brief-clad cock slightly into Chris' hole, must have been about two inches I would say, just enough for the folds to open and wrap the cock head. Just then my timer went off and Chris jumped up and came back to my lap. Bret said I want a chance to play for the lap treatment. I was kind of surprised as I knew that Jeff was 100% gay and was never with a trans guy before. I had mentioned something about them once and he said he didn't think he would be interested in pussy. I told him that trans men are more than pussy, they are men who happen to have this sweet hole. Obviously, Jeff had changed his mind as he had placed his hand in his pants while Chris was on Jeff's lap and now was insisting we play for turns with Chris on their laps. 

I asked Chris if that was cool and he said sure but he got to keep the money from the pot and same rules. Everyone agreed and to make sure that Chris made some money I kept the betting up there. The first pot he took in $60 as all four guys called. Bret won and you would have thought he won the lottery the way he let out a yell. He pulled his sweats down and he had on these really skimpy silk briefs and a very large cock. What was most impressive was the head, it was huge and stuck out of the briefs. Chris told him to put that thing away "buster." So Bret stuffed it back in his briefs. They were stretched so tight his balls had popped out on both sides of the middle part of the briefs which had now ridden so far up his ass they looked like a thong. Chris this time sat down on his lap facing him and away from the table. All we could see was Chris' sweet ass spread and Bret's balls. It look like they belong to Chris as they were hanging down between his ass. I loved that sight and it got me really hard. His pussy was completely concealed from my point of view anyway. I know how much Chris loves frottage and I am sure he wanted to rub his t-cock on Bret's huge cock head. 

At this point, I got up and threw the cards down on the table and went over to get a closer view, so did the other three boys. I got so caught up in the action I forgot to start the watch, Chris reminded me. Chris was grinding his t-cock into Bret's cock really hard. Bret was oozing pre-cum like I had never seen. His briefs were soaked just like Jeff's had become from his turn. Bret's thick head was pressing hard against the silk that was holding it back from "pay dirt (football term meaning a touchdown)." Chris was really getting into it bucking back and forth with his hips moving his t-cock up and down Bret's shaft. Every now and then he would hold it against Bret's cock head and moan harder. I knew Chris was getting ready to cum. Meanwhile, Bret was starting to grind his hips as well. But he was pulling them back in a natural fashion to try to get his cock to plunge into that hot pussy that was massaging his cock. I will never forget the look on Chris' face as he was cumming, he was so into it that he shoved his tongue down Bret's throat holding back his moans. I looked down and saw that Bret's cock had worked its way out of his brief's again and this time was naked against Chris' t-cock. Chris thrust his hip hard down on Bret and I couldn't see anything but Chris' really swollen t-cock. 

Thoughts were racing through my head, did Bret just penetrate Chris, what was going on down there. They locked in a clench that was so erotic as they were kissing and moaning like to freshmen that had just found out about sex. My alarm went off and after about 20 seconds of no one saying anything Jim finally said hey let's play another hand. Chris started to get up and I saw Bret's cock throbbing against Chris' hole. It looked like it had been stretched with a cock but I wasn't sure, I know that Bret's briefs were now down all the way to his balls and his whole cock was naked and covered with wetness. He tried to pull Chris back on his lap but Chris was pushing him away. Just then I saw Bret's throbbing cock stiffen and freeze. He was about five inches from Chris' pussy when his first shot hit Chris right square in the t-cock. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, it looked like Chris' t-cock had just sent that cum out of his t-cock. The second shot hit up higher on Chris' neatly trimmed bush, the third, and fourth and fifth... splashed all over Chris' t-cock, pubic area and pussy. I was very impressed with how much Bret had cum. His cock was beet purple and thrusting up to try to penetrate Chris but to no avail. When Bret finished he let go of Chris. Chris' whole groin was covered with cum and he took off for the bathroom with cum dripping off his pussy onto the floor.

Bret was flush and kind of collapsed in his chair. I looked over at Jeff, Jim and Red and saw they were all hard with their cocks sticking straight out of their shorts (Red had pants on). Chris came back all cleaned up and jumped back on my lap. I stuck my hand down on his pussy and felt it was soaking wet. Jim grabbed the cards and said next hand. Bret said he was going to sit this one out, so Jeff, Red and Jim all threw in $5.00 for the ante. I opened for $20, I knew after that show they would all match and sure enough they did. There was a $100 in the pot and Chris got this huge smile on his face. Jim stood up and said I bet $100 reaching in his billfold and pulling out five $20 bills. Jeff and I folded, and Red threw in his own $100 and said call. Jim won with two pair -- aces and eights -- I laughed and said a "dead man's hand." Jim said who gives a fuck and grabbed Chris at the same time he was pulling down his shorts. He had on boxers and his cock was sticking straight out the hole in the middle, it was hard to tell how long it was because of the boxers but it wasn't nearly as thick as Bret's. 

Chris said you're going to have to do something about that and Jim snapped them back together and Chris told him to stand up and he shifted the boxers to the side so that the hole was now on Jim's thigh and his cock was covered by the boxers completely. He sat back down and Chris pushed Jim's cock down toward his leg and climbed on facing the table. I started my watch and now Chris was rubbing his pussy/cock up and down Jim's boxer-clad cock. I could see much better from this position. Chris was grinding his t-cock into Jim's cock pretty hard, I know Chris is proud of his t-cock it is so big and when hard about 3", well almost. As Chris was grinding hard he closed his eyes and leaned back into Jim. This caused his hips to shift slightly and Jim's cock head slid out the leg hole of his boxers. With every stroke Jim's cock would stick out farther and farther. Now Chris' pussy was rubbing up and down Jim's glistening bare cock. Each stroke his pussy lips would wrap around Jim's cock and stroke it until it would disappear behind Chris' pelvis which was all I could see, then Jim's cock would reappear as Chris stroked back again. Each time I said to myself this is it Jim has entered him, but each time his cock would come back out between Chris' lips until his t-cock was all the way down to the base of Jim's shaft as his cock was completely bare now. 

At about the four minute mark Jim's cock disappeared again and this time when Chris was moving forward I heard him let out a moan of great pleasure as I looked down I didn't see Jim's cock head or shaft or anything but Chris' pussy stretched out. Jim shoved his hips up to meet Chris' and before long there was the unmistakable sound of fucking. I was flabbergasted, I didn't know what to think, a ton of thoughts were running through my mind. Chris jumped up and disengaged, but as he did we could all see Jim's really long cock slipping out of Chris' pussy. There was no mistaking this time a cock had made its way into Chris' hole. Chris to Jim he would have to put his shorts back on or borrow someone's briefs. Jim asked if he could suck Chris' t-cock instead. Chris agreed and Jim spent his last three minutes licking, sucking and tonguing every centimeter of Chris' pussy/cock. 

Chris climbed back on my lap this time, he was so fucking wet I couldn't believe it. I was playing with him and reached down and pulled my cock out and stuck it in, Chris was unbelievably wet and HOT, literally hot. 

Red and Bret said let's play another hand, come on. Bret grabbed the cards and dealt, this time the pot only got up to $100 as the guys were starting to run out of money. Bret won with a pair of queens. Red complained and said it was his turn. I said hey, it is all in the cards my friend and Chris jumped off my lap and back onto Bret's. I thought it was strange how excited Chris seemed that Bret won. 

Bret was hard again and his silky hot briefs had cum stains on them. I knew Chris wouldn't allow him to use those, well I thought I knew. Chris jumped right on his lap and started to grind his pussy into that huge cock again. I didn't even set my watch as I was so entranced in what was going on. I felt a pang of jealousy as Chris closed his eyes and straddled Bret again facing him. They started to kiss immediately, Bret's hands all over Chris' body. Perhaps of all the surprises that night the most amazing to me was when Bret pulled Chris' binder up and Chris let him. Chris has a great top and it is very sensitive. I have tried to convince him to enjoy it but I understood his hesitancy. Now, with Bret nipping Chris' nipples and Chris shoving Bret's face into them I was overwhelmed. This seemed more like making love than a sexual act. With that thought I started the clock.

It was still an incredible sight. I looked down at Bret's lap and couldn't really see again as it was a poor angle for people to watch. I got up and walked over and could see between them and it was obvious that Chris was rubbing his pussy and t-cock really hard on Bret's hard cock again. Just from the moans and groans I knew it felt good. I looked at Chris and he was totally lost in the moment and had this huge grin on his face as he kept pushing harder and harder to meet each of Bret's thrusts. As this happened Bret had slide down further and I could now see his cock clearly penetrating Chris' pussy lips, it started with his huge head. I thought thank goodness his cock head is so big there is no way that is going to just slip into Chris. Chris reached down and grabbed Bret's cock and was rubbing the head up and down his t-cock and opening hard. I thought he was going to stop Bret from actually fucking him, then I thought hell isn't this fucking? My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared in amazement as Chris let go of Bret's cock and it slid in all the way in one shove -- Chris let out a huge moan and it was obvious to all of us what just happened. I wondered if Chris knew, he had to know, how couldn't you? I looked around and everyone had their cocks out of their pants and into their hands jacking off. Chris was bucking up and down on Bret's cock as it penetrated him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Bret was meeting every thrust by Chris with one of his own. They both stopped as Chris impaled himself on that cock.

Just then the buzzer went off and Chris leaped off of Bret's lap like he had been hit with a cattle prod or something. Suddenly, I realized why Chris had jumped so high. There was cum dripping from his pussy as he was pulling off Bret's cock. HE HAD CUM IN HIM! I couldn't believe it, Chris seemed panicked. More and more cum was dripping from his pussy onto Bret's still throbbing cock which was soaking wet with juices from Chris and apparently cum. I literally dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. I remember I thought I said something but nothing came out. I looked at Chris and couldn't believe it, this isn't my Chris. His pussy was convulsing like it was grasping for breath with each convulsion pushing out more and more cum. I thought what the hell is with Bret, how much cum can a man have, he just came not more than an hour ago.




My Boy at The Poker Game



I looked at Chris and wondered what in the hell did we get ourselves into? He froze for a second then got a big grin on his face. He said is this what you wanted and scooped up some of Bret's cum out of his pussy and licked it off his finger. I just smiled, I knew the night was young. 



My Boy Comes Home



The doorbell chimed and I knew who it was. I raced to the door and threw it open.

"Oh, my sweet baby, you're home!"

I wrapped my arms around him and held him fiercely. I saw my boy in civilian clothes for the first time in four years. He had been discharged from the Corps two days ago and was home. For good. His arms folded around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. Tears started leaking. 

"I'm afraid I've stained your shirt." 

"That's ok," he said. "I'm so glad to be home." 

He kissed me on the top of my head. 

I looked up at him and said, "Let's go in; we can't stand here forever."

I released him. He grabbed his duffle and came inside.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. He went upstairs to his old room and stored his belongings. When he came down, we sat at the kitchen table. I reached across and held his hand while we talked. We talked of the small things: old girlfriends, repairs on the house, parents of his friends who had divorced, funny stories from boot camp, and his plans for the next few weeks. 

The one thing we did not talk about was his tour in Afghanistan. His crooked smile was the same, but his eyes were different, troubled.

After our conversation wound down, it was time for dinner. I had prepared his favorite: eye-round, caesar salad, asparagus, and home-made rolls. After dinner, we watched tv. He had some beer; I drank some wine. At 11pm, I sighed and said I was going to bed.

I stood up and kissed him on the top of his head.

"It is so good to have you home."

I went up to my room, showered, put on my nightgown, and went to sleep.

I was driven from my sleep by a sharp sound. My eyes jerked open and I was instantly awake. I lay perfectly still and listened. There were thrashing sounds and moans coming from my boy's room. I got out of bed, went to his door, and listened.

There was no doubt he was having a nightmare, and little doubt it was about his tour. I quietly opened the door and stepped to the side of his bed. I looked down. He was making short, jerky movements. He was moaning, mumbling, and making sharp noises. I couldn't stand it. I drew up the covers and slipped into his bed.

I slid my right arm under his head and used my free arm to pull him to me.

"Shhh, shhh...It's ok...you're safe...It's ok...you're with me." 

We were both on our sides, facing each other. His head was nestled in my chest and I was rubbing his back. His breathing calmed. His arm was on my waist.

As we nestled together, I felt his breath on the top of my breasts. His arm pulled me closer into him. He nuzzled his head deeper into my breasts and began to kiss them lightly. He ended each kiss with a small lick.

I pulled the strap of my nightgown down. Cupping my breast in my hand, I fed my nipple to him. His lips went around it and his tongue tickled the tip; He pulled in the entire nipple and began to suckle.

My breathing deepened as I felt his mouth stiffen my nipple. I could feel his erection against my thigh. His hips were making small thrusting movements as he rubbed his penis against my skin.

"Shhh...it's ok...just give me a second." 

I sat up and removed my nightgown. Now we were both naked. I lay back down, this time on my back. I brought his head to the unattended breast. He began to suck while he pinched and twirled my free nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Then his hand left my nipple and began to stroke the skin of my belly, gradually moving down, down, down. As he was doing this, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his penis. He groaned. 

His lips left my nipple and found my mouth. He kissed my lower lip and gently nipped it. He brought his lips up for a full kiss and slipped the tip of his tongue into my mouth. I met it with my own. My hand continued to stroke his penis and I felt a slickness at the tip. I smeared it over the head. He moaned into my mouth.

His hand had rubbed its way down to my pussy. His middle finger made small circles in the dimple just above my clitoris. He then slid his finger further down and parted my lips. He curled his finger up slowly and found the wetness there. He pulled his finger up and began to softly circle my clitoris. My hips jerked and I whimpered. 

He brought is head back down to my nipple and, once again, he sucked it into his mouth. I caressed the back of his head. His finger and my hips found a rhythm. Occasionally, he would slide his entire finger into my pussy and make a 'come here' motion. Then he would resume his circles. My hips were humping up and down of their own accord.

The rocking of my hips became more frantic. I pushed my clitoris into his hand. He abandoned the circling and began sliding long strokes, up and down, on the side of my clit. I felt a deep pressure and upwelling building in me. My breath became ragged and I squeezed him tight to me. My clit began to spasm and the dam burst.

"Unhh unhh unhh unhh."

We lay there quietly while my breathing returned to normal. He rubbed the flat of his palm around my mound. 

After a few moments, I pulled my knees up and parted them. He got between the V and rested his head on the top of my chest. I rested my heels on the top of his buttocks. He made small, probing motions but couldn't find the entrance. I reached down and placed the head of his penis at my opening. I then placed that hand on his buttocks and pulled him inside.

His head slid inside and began to expand the walls of my pussy. 

"Easy; go easy, baby" 

He pulled out a fraction and then pushed back in, gaining a little ground. Withdraw, then back in; withdraw, then back in. With each movement, he filled me further and further. When he reached bottom, he lay there quietly while I adjusted to his girth.

"It's ok, sweet baby, you can move." 

He pulled back and then pushed all the way back in. 

I whispered, "That's right, just like that." 

The thrusts became more certain. With my hand on his buttocks, I could feel his muscles relax as he pulled back and clench as his pushed back in.

"That's right, that's right, that's right," I moaned in rhythm to his thrusts.

As he became more insistent, I began grunting with each thrust. 

"Huh... huh... huh.. huh.. huh.. huh. 

He was thrusting was urgent now. His breath was uneven. Finally, he held his breath, pushed all the way in, and held it there.

"Hunh...hunh,,,hunh," he groaned as he ejaculated.

We lay there, holding each other, until his penis softened and it fell out naturally.

I whispered, "Roll over on your side." He rolled over, facing away from me. I spooned him, fitting my entire body against his. My breasts were mashed against his back and my pubic hair was brushing his buttocks. My top arm draped over his and I rubbed his chest and belly.

I dozed. It was still dark when I woke back up. I was sore from lying on one side and I rolled over. He followed my movements and now he was spooning me. I could feel the head of his penis nestling at the bottom of my buttocks.

I rolled my hips and felt his penis begin to stiffen. He began rubbing himself against the back of my thighs. The flat of his hand was splayed just above my pussy. I reached back and began to massage his buttocks..

He murmured, "I want to be in you."

I pulled up my top butt cheek to give him access. He slid his penis along the bottom of my pussy. I looked down and saw the head of penis protruding from between my legs. I reached down and caressed it. He pulled his penis out and I heard him spit. I felt him grab the base of his penis and rub it up and down with his hand. When he pushed forward again, his penis was slick with spittle.

He pulled his penis back and began probing for my entrance. 

When he reached it, I breathed, "It's right there."

He paused and then pushed forward. He was not tentative and I was ready to receive him. We both groaned as he entered. He pulled back until the tip of his penis almost fell out. Using the hand that was splayed across my lower belly, he pulled me to him as he thrust in.

He began a steady rhythm and his stomach slapped against my bottom each time he pushed in. My breasts wobbled with each thrust. His thrusts got stronger.

I heard him gasp, "Almost there, almost there, almost there." 

I took my hand from his buttocks and caressed the back of his head.

"Let it go, sweet baby, let it all come into me."

He pushed all the way in and groaned while he orgasmed in me. We both dozed again, still spooning.

When I woke up, the sky had just begun to lighten. The birds had begun their morning noise. I slipped out of his bed and took a shower.



My Boy Friend



My boyfriend is Black. I Never dreamed I'd Ever get into an interracial relationship, but here I am. He is a wonderful man! Handsome, personable, a graduate of both Harvard and Stanford, and is in the same line of work as me, though with a different company. We met at some cocktail party, got to know each other some over drinks, chatted, saw each other around a few times later, talked more, and finally agreed to have a date. Both of us knew instinctively about interracial problems, and so were not wanting to jump into something. I guess I had known him 4-5 months before we ever went out.

Actually it was Me who broke the ice. We were talking after a conference and I just broke into the conversation and said that I thought we both probably wanted to know each other a lot better so could we get together sometime? He kinda hesitated, then asked if that evening would be ok. I gave him my telephone number and address and said pick me up at about 7 if that's ok. He said no problem.

We went to dinner, went to a park down by the waterfront in San Diego, and just walked around talking. He took me home, asked if he could call me. I said you better, or something. He left.

We had at least a half dozen dates before I invited him to my place, to fix him dinner, I said. We had dinner, and ended up having a lot more! He spent the night.

When we both knew, that night, that we were about to change this relationship to a sexual one, and there was no turning back, we both were nervous. He wanted me, and I knew for sure I wanted Him. But we didn't quite know just how to proceed. So we fumbled a bit, heading to the bedroom, but got there and undressed.

My God!!! When he dropped his shorts I saw the most unbelievable penis I had EVER seen! And huge balls which hung way down. By then I was naked too, and feeling somewhat inadequate. 

Now I'd seen my share of dicks in my life, and some Big ones, so I had Thought (including my ex-husband). All white. Never Anything like this! Not even close! And it was just hanging there! My mind could Not comprehend what it might be like when erect. My amazement must have been obvious, and he said to please don't worry---that he would be careful with me, and if I didn't want to do this right now he would understand. I must have stammered out something about No, it was fine, I want to make love with you, it's just that....

He interrupted me and asked if I was sure. I said yes and went to him to just hold and hug him. We'd never hugged before. We held each other close and I felt that magnificent monster rise, trying to go between my legs, so I moved my feet apart a little and he kinda popped right up to full attention there. I closed my legs and just stood there as we kissed, he played gently with my breasts, and I put one hand tentatively down towards his crotch to feel this Wonder. I could not get my hand all the way around it---maybe it was the angle I was trying to hold it. But it was Thick! And I could tell it extended well out behind my butt.

We were in bed within minutes then, but then I got up to go get some lotion, because I Knew this was going to take all the lubrication I could put on Both of us. I put some on me---I didn't need a lot since I could tell I was as wet as I'd ever been down there. Then I began playing with him, putting lotion on his penis and balls, stroking that awesome thing, and lifting those magnificent balls. It stood right straight up! And the balls kinda laid there between his legs against the sheets when I let go of them. So totally Black they were except the head of his penis which was lighter. I'd never seen a black man before. I was fascinated!

He let me play, watched, and then reached for my pussy and inserted his finger just a bit. I gasped, stopped stroking him, and opened my legs to him. He went in deeper and I came right then and there! I did! I raised up against his hand, trying to get more of him in, and I came hard. He took his finger out, or I forced it out---don't know, and I began to relax, except he asked me not to squeeze his penis so hard. I didn't know I had been! We laughed about that, then embraced, and he rolled me over, spread my legs, and started going inside me. Slowly, as he said he'd do. He got past my tight spot and I knew I was going to cum again shortly. He asked me if I was ok. All I could do is nod my head and pull him closer. He slid in, all the way to the very end of me, until I kinda grunted and shook my head a little as if to say no more. Then he began moving in and out. I came again! Instantly! Bigger! He kept it up for Several minutes and I came again!

Then he kinda bucked hard a couple times, gasped, and tried to say he was cumming. I just grabbed him tighter, legs tight around his back, and held on as he came. He groaned very loudly, Very, and I could feel the cum as it came out of him and squirted up against my most inner parts. I'd felt a guy cum before, but never like this!! He came so very hard and powerfully. I guess he was as turned on as I was. Anyway, it was wonderful. He subsided then and kinda lay back, trying to get his breath. He was still deep in me even though I could feel his penis go softer and begin to get somewhat shorter. We just stayed like that for awhile, saying nothing at all.

Then he rolled over on his back, his penis finally coming out of me. I propped myself up on one arm and just looked at this Wonderful man who had just given me the best love I'd ever had. I gently touched his penis and balls, running my fingers over both lightly, not to get them back in operation---just to admire them. We talked some then.

I got up to go to the bathroom and the most massive amount of cum I'd ever seen just started flowing out of me. Wow! I mean a Lot!

To make a too long story just a bit shorter, we went to sleep, I cooked breakfast in the morning, etc etc.

We of course made love many times after that, and I got to where I could go down on about half of him and stay there all the way to his completion, and swallow all he could give me. A Lot!! Tried hard to "deep throat" him, but could not get more than half of him in before my gag reflex started. Maybe when he comes back from Taiwan, I'll work on that. He went down on me too, and I came easily and multiple times for him, bucking up against his face time after time until he got tired, as he tried to hold me down.



My Boy Pt. 02



I didn't go to the rehearsal dinner. Jesse didn't want me to go, and I didn't really want to go, so instead I went back to my hotel. 

It was cold, and lonely. I stared up at the popcorn ceiling. This was all too confusing. 

I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't have. He's engaged. He'll be married in less than two weeks, and I kissed him, forced him to kiss me. 

I sighed, turning to my side and bringing Jesse's jersey up to my face. I had to leave. 

That's my only option, isn't it? To leave. This can't continue between Jesse and me. I wish it could. More than that I wish we could go back two years, before our father came, and undo everything that we did in the few days he stayed with us. 

I couldn't sleep. It was around one in the morning, when I heard a soft knock at my door. 

I should've covered up to open it, but I didn't bother. I was wearing dark grey boxers, that was it. I only opened the door a few inches and peered out into the lightened hallway. 

Jesse gave me a small smile, his tired eyes looked anxious. 

"Jesse, what are you doing here?" I hadn't told him where I was staying. He'd also been celebrating his engagement less than an hour ago, so I hadn't been expecting to see him. Jesse bit his bottom lip and nervously glanced into the room behind me.

"Could I come in?" He asked. I blinked a few times, before moving away from the door. I held it open for him, and then shut it quickly. Jesse walked into the middle of the room, looking around.

He looked gorgeous. Jesse was wearing a dark grey fitted suit, and a black tie. His green eyes searched the room awkwardly, as he struggled to find words. The only thing that wasn't perfect about him, was his hair, which was now cut very short. It was a sign that either my father or his fiancée had sunk their claws into him. He'd never have cut it otherwise. 

"Mom told you where I was?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I quickly tucked his jersey underneath the covers, hoping he hadn't seen it. 

"No, I uh, I didn't tell anyone that I knew you were around." Jesse chewed his lip again, "I guessed. Room 23, of the closet hotel to my house." 

He gave me another small smile, before sitting on the edge of the bed, next to me. He sat a few feet away. We were both silent for few moments, thinking. My eyes surveyed his body once more, a hunger started to form inside me, but I repressed it. 

"You look handsome." I said quietly. Jesse stared into space.

"Do I?" He said after a few long seconds. He turned his head slightly towards me, not really looking at me. I cautiously reached out, and stroked his cheek with my thumb. He closed his eyes and relaxed into my hand. 

"You do." I murmured. Jesse seemed to remember himself then. He slowly opened his eyes, and my fingers froze against his smooth face.

"I'm in love with her, Michael." He breathed. I dropped my hand abruptly. 

"Okay." I stood from the bed, creating a larger distance between us. Suddenly I felt so exposed, too exposed. Jesse was sitting opposite me, in a fancy grey suit, and I was in my boxers. He had all the power, and now it showed. 

"Why did you come here, Jesse?" I asked. I was very tired, all of a sudden. It had been two years of questions and confusion and sadness and hate, and now I just wanted to sleep. There were so many questions I wanted to ask, so many things I didn't understand, but I just wanted to sleep. Maybe it would all make sense in the morning. 

Jesse rose slowly from the bed, and faced me. He looked so anxious, but what did he have to be afraid of? 

Instead of speaking, Jesse took a few cautious steps towards me. I felt frozen. Very slowly, he wrapped his arms around my torso, and rested his face against my chest. I just stood there, like a statue. After a few moments, I felt wetness on my chest, and I realized that Jesse was crying. Jesse was hugging me, and he was crying. 

I hugged him back. I held him tightly to me, squeezing him as hard as I could. He began crying harder, so hard that he was shaking against me. I petted his hair softly, too afraid to kiss the top of his head as I normally would've. 

"Why are you crying, Jesse?" I breathed. 

Jesse pulled away from me enough so that he could look at my face. 

"Because I'm in love with you too." 

I didn't move, I didn't breathe. I didn't know what to do, what to say or how to act, so I did absolutely nothing, just stared at him. Who did he love more? I just wanted to sleep. This would all make sense in the morning. 

Jesse's hands moved to my face, and he held my cheeks. His face moved towards mine, but it was slow, very slow. I think he wanted me to stop him, to tell him that we both needed to stop this and he should go back home to his fiancée. But I couldn't say that. I couldn't stop him. 

His lips pressed against mine. After a full second, he pulled away. We looked at each other. His hands slid down my face and onto my chest. I cupped his face gently, my fingers grazing over the smooth, clean-shaven skin. And I kissed him. 

I took his bottom lip between mine, going slowly, tasting him. I felt Jesse relax. He was giving in to me. Our kisses were slow, tender, loving. We'd gotten the lust out of our systems earlier, all that was left now was love. I needed to make love to him. 

My hands moved to his collar, and then slid under his jacket. I pushed it off of his shoulders without breaking our kiss. Jesse began quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt, eagerly revealing his beautiful chest to me. 

When his shirt was finally off, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. I kissed down his neck, feeling the pulsing veins beneath his skin. Jesse unbuttoned his pants, and slid them off effortlessly, before his hands moved to my chest once more. 

"Mike," He breathed softly, grinding against me. "No matter what, you'll always be my big brother, won't you?" 

I pulled away abruptly, looking into his frightened green eyes. 

"Always, Jesse." 

He calmed at this and leaned up to kiss me again. My little brother's arms wrapped around my neck, and my hands moved to his ass. I picked him up easily, his thighs locking around my waist. 

I carried him to the bed, but didn't let him go when we reached it. Instead I lay down on top of him, resting my hands against the cool blankets. His legs tightened around me, and again he began rubbing his erection against mine. I let out a quiet groan at the contact. 

I sat up onto my knees, pulling Jesse's ankles up to my shoulders. It was easy getting his boxers off. I tossed them to the floor carelessly. We looked at each other. 

Both of us were panting softly now. Jesse's cock lay up against his stomach, and I leaned over it slightly, letting a trail of spit drop slowly from my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his dick and began stroking him slowly. Jesse's eyes immediately fluttered closed and he relaxed into the blankets. 

"Oh Mike," he murmured. His left leg dropped from my shoulder, and he propped it up over my hip. 

"I'm sorry." He finished. I kept stroking him, ignoring his comment. I didn't want to talk, not now. 

"Mike?" He asked, propping himself up onto his elbows to look at me. 

"What, Jess?" 

"Why don't you hate me?" Jesse's green eyes searched mine. It was a good question. It's not like I wasn't angry, but...

"You're my little brother, Jesse. I could never hate you." 

Jesse gave me a soft smile, before his eyes trailed down my body. He bit his lip, taking in the toned, hairy muscles on my chest. His gaze lowered to the waistband of my boxers.

"Take off your boxers, Mike." He said quietly, his eyes meeting mine again. I didn't break our eye contact as I pulled my underwear down, my large cock was rock hard. I climbed out of my boxers slowly, dropping them deliberately onto the floor. 

Jesse's leg slipped from my shoulder and he sat up fully now. He climbed onto his knees, matching me in height before he kissed me passionately on the mouth. Our bare cocks rubbed together deliciously. He pressed his hand against my chest, pushing me back against the bed, so I was leaning against the frame. His hands locked under my knees, and he pulled my legs up, so they wrapped around his hips. 

His tongue moved sinfully in my mouth, exploring me, tasting me. My legs tightened around him and I held him to me. I never wanted to let him go. 

Eventually his mouth moved down my face, kissing my cheek, my chin, my jaw. He began sucking gently at my neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, though I wish it would. When his lips reached my chest he looked up at me, meeting my eyes before flicking his tongue over my left nipple. 

I relaxed against the bed frame, closing my eyes, allowing him to continue his wonderfully sinful ministrations. Jesse took my nipple between his teeth and tugged on it, causing me to exhale sharply. I moaned when he moved to my right nipple, circling it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. 

My hands explored his back, running down his spine and finally reaching his delicious ass. I squeezed his cheeks in my hands, desperately wishing I could be inside him again. I'm absolutely positive no one in the world has a more perfect ass. 

Jesse moved down my chest, pressing kisses along my skin. He stopped when he reached my pelvis. He propped himself up onto his elbows, one hand coming underneath my thigh, resting beside my hip. His other hand moved to my prick and he stroked it slowly. 

"How long has it been since the last time you've been blown?" He asked, licking his lips. 

"Almost two years." I said, looking down at him. His eyes widened in shock, but his hand continued stroking my length. 

"You haven't been with anyone since...?"

"Not a soul." 

He smirked, licking his lips again, looking down at my hard prick eagerly.

"Guess I better make this good, huh?" He asked, smiling. 

"You always do, Jess." I responded, petting his short blonde hair. He smiled again, before looking back down at my cock. He spat on it, and continued running his hand quickly up and down my shaft. 

His tongue slowly licked up the length and my eyes quickly shut. I tilted my head back, letting out a small sigh. My hand rested against the back of his head, petting him since I couldn't grip his hair. 

His tongue moved expertly up and down my length, coating my prick in his saliva. I moaned softly again when his tongue circled the underside of my head, before he finally engulfed my cock in his mouth. 

Jesse's mouth felt amazing around my cock. He went down about halfway to start, his tongue licked at my shaft each time he came off my dick. His hand moved to my balls and he fondled them gently as he went. 

"Please, Jesse, take more." I said softly, pushing his head down onto my dick. I couldn't help it, I wanted to be inside him entirely. Jesse moaned in compliance, forcing his head all the way down, until I felt his nose touch my pelvis. I held him there for a few seconds, moaning as his throat constricted around me, before I let him off. He panted softly, stroking me quickly while he reclaimed his breath. 

His mouth enveloped my cock again, and he picked up speed. Spit ran from his mouth down my length and he gagged slightly on me. Fuck, it was a truly glorious sight. 

"Jess, I want to make love." I breathed, running my hand along his scalp. His head came off my cock again and he leaned up, pressing his lips swiftly to mine. 

"How do you want me, Mike?" He asked, sitting on his knees. 

"Lay on your back, love." I murmured. My brother smiled, relaxing onto his back. He spread his legs, giving me room to crawl between them. 

I leaned over him, kissing him once more. My brother's tongue danced with mine and it felt like my heart was going to burst right through my chest. The realization hit me suddenly. 

Jesse was here with me. Not there with her. And it was his rehearsal dinner. 

Suddenly I was so happy that I couldn't contain it. My joy bubbled over and soon I was laughing into the kiss. I broke away to nudge Jesse's face with my nose. 

"What's funny?" He asked, grinning. I looked down at him. 

"Nothing, Jess. I'm just really, really happy." 

He grinned up at me, before pulling my face down to his once more. My brother's legs wrapped tightly around my hips and he held us together. He slowly moved against me, rubbing our cocks together. 

I sat up, reluctant to stop kissing Jesse, but eager to be inside of him once more. I popped my fingers into my mouth, coating them in saliva before moving them to Jesse's tight knot. I rested my other hand on Jesse's hip. 

"Mike," He said hesitantly, "It's been a long time..."

"I'll be gentle, sweetheart." 

He blushed, but smiled up at me. 

I slowly pushed my middle finger into his tight hole. Jesse's face scrunched up in pain, but he didn't cry out or pull away. He took a deep breath, and exhaled shakily. 

"Christ..." He whimpered, his hand moved to mine and he clasped it. Our fingers intertwined. 

"If you don't want to-"

"No, no, I want this," He laughed, "I fucking need this, Michael." 

"Me too." I murmured. I moved my finger inside of him, pushing it all the way in. Jesse just breathed in deeply, trying to relax his muscles. It would take time, which was fine by me. I didn't want to hurt him. 

I pumped my finger in and out of his hole, working his anus open for me. I curled my finger deliberately, stroking his prostate. Jess gasped, his eyes fluttered closed. 

"Please, please..." He whimpered. I smiled, rubbing his prostate again. Pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. 

"Can you handle another one, baby?" I asked. Jesse nodded eagerly, gripping my free hand tightly in his. 

I spat on my hand again, trying to get as much lube as I could for him, before pressing my index finger into his warmth. Jesse moaned, tilting his head back as I opened his channel. 

I did my best to go slow. I scissored my fingers inside of him, opening him up as best as I could. Jesse stayed relatively quiet, just focused his attention on breathing. 

I thrust my fingers in and out of him a few more times, before adding a third finger. Jesse groaned loudly at the intrusion, and his hole clenched around my fingers but he didn't ask me to stop or slow down. 

"That's it, Jess, open up for me." I said softly, pushing my fingers deeper into his hole. 

"W-want your c-cock inside me, Mike." Jesse whimpered, meeting my eyes with a desperate glance. 

I pulled my fingers from his ass, and took my cock in my hand. I spat on it, then spread my spit down my shaft. Finally, I lined the head of my dick up to Jesse's beautiful pink hole. Ever so slowly, I pushed into him. 

Jesse seethed, his hand gripped mine, his ass clenched. I stayed still, letting his ass get accustomed to my girth again. When he relaxed and his breathing evened out again, I pushed myself in further. 

I continued the rhythm, pushing an inch or so in, and then holding. Pulling almost all the way out, pushing in a little further and holding. After a few minutes, I was all the way inside my little brother. Jesse was breathing heavily, but he looked up at me with a smile. 

I leaned over him, so that I could kiss him once more. His legs tightened around me, and his hands went to my hair. 

"I love you." Jesse said, staring into my green eyes, that were identical to his. 

"And I love you." I breathed. I went slowly, rocking my hips against his. Jesse's eyes slowly closed and his head tilted back. His lips parted letting out soft moans and whimpers of ecstasy. 

It felt amazing, being inside him again. It had been so, so long. But everything seemed like just as it was. We held each other like lovers. My lips explored his neck, his cheeks, everything while I made love to him. My hands held his jaw, his held my hair. Every so often Jesse would manage to open his eyes and we'd kiss, staring at each other with adoration. 

"I can't live without this." Jesse breathed. There were tears in his eyes. 

"You'll never have to again." He smiled at this and ran his hands down my back to grip my hips.

"Faster, Michael, faster." He breathed. I obeyed, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I claimed his asshole once again. He's mine, all mine. 

Jesse's body writhed beneath mine, his back arched off the bed every time my cock stroked his prostate. He was gasping for air, his nails dug into my back. 

"Michael, I'm so close." He moaned, staring into my eyes. I was too. I wanted us to cum together. 

His eyes squeezed shut, and my thrusts became reckless and desperate. He cried out, his head flew back. He was climaxing. And hardly a second after, so was I. 

We held each other tightly, riding out our orgasms, moaning each other's names for everyone is the hotel to hear. His cum shot up onto his chest, and my load filled his ass. Jesse shuddered as he came down from his high. My body twitched against his. 

Reluctantly, I pulled out of him. I relaxed my body against his while his fingers gently massaged my scalp. 

"Two years," Jesse murmured, "never again." 

"Never again." I repeated, resting my face against his smooth chest. 

It wasn't long before we both drifted off to sleep.



My Boy Pt. 03



When I awoke, Jesse was gone. But at least this time he left a note. 

Dad phoned, wanted me home. Didn't want to wake you. Family dinner tonight, 7pm, Dad's house. Be there a little early - I'll act surprised. 

All my love, Jess 

I grinned reading the last line. All his love. I guess that settled things, didn't it? 

I lay back on the bed with a wide grin on my face, thinking and waiting. 

* 

Jesse had left no indication of how fancy this dinner was, or who was all expected to come. Luckily, my mother had phoned me around noon to invite me to the gathering, as she didn't know that Jess and I were in contact. I was to dress semi-formal and Jesse's fiancé and her family would be there. 

God, I'd have to meet her. 

I tried not to think about it. 

Around 6:45 I parked on the street across from my father's house. I felt sick to my stomach at the prospect of having to go inside. I'd have to face him. Did he even know I was coming? What if he caused a scene? 

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting. Should I go in? It's not too late to go back to the hotel. 

God, I'm pathetic. Besides, I have to show up eventually. My mother knows that I'm in town. If I don't make an appearance soon she'll get suspicious. 

With a sigh, I made my way to the house. Here goes nothing. 

I knocked quickly on the door, holding my breath. Jesse answered immediately with a wide grin on his face. 

"Mike!" He said, wrapping his arms around me, pecking me on the lips. He turned quickly, surveying the hall behind us, before pulling my face down to his to kiss me again, more passionately this time. 

My arms moved around his waist and I held him closer to me. His lips moved urgently against mine, and reluctantly I could feel my cock starting to grow in my trousers. 

"Son, who is it?" Jesse and I quickly broke apart, just seconds before our father entered the hallway. 

"Dad! I didn't know you invited Michael! What a wonderful surprise." Jesse said with a grin, patting me on the back. I nodded, too fearful to fake a smile. 

"Yes, you can thank your mother for that one." My father grumbled before turning and leaving the way he came. 

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I guess Mom already told him I was coming. That was a relief, at least. 

"That was too close, Jess." I whispered, looking at him evenly. He nodded, a pink tint coming to his cheeks. 

"I'll try to behave." Jesse said softly, giving me a small smile. We looked at each other for a few seconds, not saying anything. 

"Come, sit down. You can meet my fiancé." Jesse said finally. My heart sank. I don't really know what I was hoping he'd say, but whatever it was, it most certainly wasn't that. 

He led me into the living room. There were already a fair number of people there. Sitting in the room was my father, an older woman who I could assume to be his girlfriend (she wasn't introduced to me), an older man, another older woman, and finally, a beautiful red-headed girl with astonishing blue eyes. 

My breath hitched. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't look away from her. It was as if seeing her in person finally made her real. This is Jesse's fiancé. 

I knew that Jesse was telling me her parent's names, but I didn't register them. 

"And this is my beautiful fiancé, Claire." Jesse said, motioning to her. I swallowed thickly. My heart thumped painfully in my chest. 

I'm fucking your fiancé. 

I thought the realization would make me feel like I'd won something. Instead I just felt guilty. I felt like I was going to be sick. But even still, I couldn't bring myself to regret what Jesse and I were doing. I'd loved Jesse for twenty years. She hadn't even known him for two. 

"Well, Jesse, you never told me your brother was so handsome." Claire said, standing and giving me a warm smile. She hugged me, but it wasn't one of those A-frame hugs. Her body pressed against mine, her large breasts rubbed against my chest. It was a weird way to hug someone you'd only just met, but I pushed the thought aside. 

"Yeah, it runs in the family." Jesse said, nudging me with his elbow. Jesse seemed so comfortable. I didn't understand how he could be. I guess he'd gotten better at acting. 

Our mother arrived shortly after I did, with her boyfriend, Jason. He was a hit among all the women at the gathering, which wasn't all that surprising. He's charming enough, I guess. I could tell he grated on my father's nerves, which was really the only enjoyable thing about the whole evening so far. Maybe he isn't so bad after all. 

The rest of the night went all the same. Everyone seemed so relaxed. Everyone, that is, except me. 

Jesse sat beside Claire, and they made eyes at each other all throughout dinner. I could handle that. I could handle the fact that Jesse always had his hand on her thigh. I could handle watching him lovingly brush her hair away from her face. But I couldn't handle watching them kiss. 

It happened right after dinner, before dessert was brought out. They made eye contact and slowly, moved in to kiss each other. They pecked a few times, before finally connecting their lips in a passionate, slow, loving kiss. Just like the kind Jesse and I shared the night before. 

I stood up abruptly from the table. 

"Excuse me, I need to go have a smoke." I said quickly. 

"You don't smoke, dear?" My mother asked, turning to face me as I hurried out of the room. 

"Just started." And with that, I was gone. 

I sunk down onto the cold porch stairs, biting my lip. 

I wasn't expecting this. Not after last night. Not after this morning. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Jesse was supposed to be distant and cold to her not... happy. This is all wrong. 

I was outside in the cold for a few minutes before I heard the door open and shut behind me. I didn't look to see who it was. Instead I watched my breath. In the cold of the night it came from my mouth in a fog, creating white clouds in the dark before quickly dissipating. 

"Hey, you okay?" Jesse asked softly sitting next to me. 

"This is hard." I said simply. His arm snaked around my waist, his head rested on my shoulder. 

"I know. It's hard for me too." 

"Really?" I asked looking at him, "Cause it doesn't fucking look that way." I glared at him. He didn't respond. We sat in silence for a few moments. 

"Look, Jess. I have some money saved up. If you want, I could get us some plane tickets. We-we could be in a different country by tomorrow morning." I pleaded. I nuzzled his face with my nose. Jesse sighed beside me, but still didn't respond. 

"Let me show you something." Jesse said finally. He stood began walking around to the side of the house. Reluctantly, I followed. 

As soon as we were hidden from the streetlamps, Jesse roughly pushed me against the side of the house. His lips were on mine instantly, his hands were already tangling in my hair. My stomach flipped anxiously, my conscious cried out, but my cock was already hardening once more. 

"Jess, we can't. Dad's going to notice that we're gone." I breathed when his lips moved down to my neck. 

"Uh uh, no he won't. He's telling hunting stories. You know what happens when Dad tells hunting stories." Jesse said with a chuckle. I couldn't see him, but his hands were moving against my chest, quickly unbuttoning my collared shirt. 

"Fuck, we have hours then." I said with a grin, running my hands down Jesse's back. I wanted to, but we really shouldn't do this. Our family - and his fiancée- are right next to us, separated only by a wall. If someone caught us... 

"Jess, we really shouldn't-" 

"Sh." Jesse said firmly, his hand moving to my cock. He rubbed me through my pants and I sagged against the house. There were three sides of me speaking up. My brain, my conscious and my cock. 

"Jesse, what about Cl-" 

"Do you want me to stop?" He interrupted. I paused, as Jesse slowly unzipped my pants and reached in. His warm hand gripped my hard dick and he cautiously pulled it out of my pants. I could tell he was waiting for approval, though I couldn't see his face in the dark. He would stop if I asked him to again, but it was already too late. 

"Keep going, Jess." I caved. 

Jesse kissed my neck, and slowly ran his hand up and down my shaft. 

"Want me to suck your cock, Mike?" He asked teasingly. 

"Yeah Jesse. Suck my cock." I breathed. Jesse chuckled quietly and sunk to his knees on the grass. 

He held my cock firmly in one hand and stroked me slowly. Since I couldn't see him anyway, I leaned against the house, and closed my eyes. I tilted my head back, breathing quietly through my mouth as Jesse's tongue flicked over the head of my dick. 

"Jess," I murmured, "that feels so good." 

He ran his tongue up and down my length slowly, teasingly. I petted his soft blonde hair as he licked at the underside of my head. Finally, he encompassed the tip of my prick in his mouth. 

"Go faster, Jesse." I said softly, applying a little pressure to the back of his head. He chuckled around my cock but didn't change is agonizingly slow pace. 

He bobbed down on me, going about a third of the way down onto my dick. He jerked the rest of my length at a moderate pace. Jess' free hand reached up and his fingers weaved in my dark chest hair. I rested my hand on top of his, running my thumb along the back of his hand. 

He began to increase his speed, going down about halfway on my dick before quickly coming back up. He moaned softly, sending vibrations up my cock. I held his head firmly, and began trying to push him all the way down onto my meat. 

Jess gagged on my cock as he finally took me entirely into his mouth. I let out a soft moan, holding my hand against Jesse's head, forcing him to stay down on me. He squirmed and moaned and I reluctantly released, letting him off my dick. He sucked in a few deep breaths, stroking me quickly, before beginning to lick at my length again. 

It wasn't long before my hard member was enveloped in the warmth of my brother's mouth again. This time I took the lead, rocking my hips quickly back and forth into his waiting mouth. His hands moved to my pants, and gripped my thighs as I fucked his face without abandon. 

My breath was quickly becoming laboured. I could feel a thin layer of sweat coming down my forehead. I was getting close. 

"Jess, I'm gonna cum." I groaned quietly, pumping recklessly into his throat. 

I pulled out of his mouth and began jerking myself feverishly. My free hand was still resting against the back of Jesse's head and I held him still. His full lips wrapped around the head of my cock, and his tongue danced across my skin as he waited for my load. 

"Fuck, Jess." I breathed. My stomach clenched, my balls tightened. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back as I came right onto my brother's tongue. His tongue flicked over my cockhead, eagerly drinking my spunk. 

When I was done climaxing, Jesse let my cock drop from between his lips. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me while I caught my breath. 

"Jesus." I said, burying my head into his shoulder. His fingers nimbly buttoned my shirt back up and I tucked my dick back into my pants. 

"Fuck I love you." I said, nuzzling his neck with my nose. He chuckled softly. 

"I know you do." 

We went back into the house separately. 

*** 

"That was brutal, Jesse." I said, shutting the hotel door behind us. 

"It wasn't that bad." He responded with a grin. I followed Jesse to the bed. We stood in front of it, and I wrapped my arms around his hips and pressed my lips softly to his a few times. 

"Maybe not for you," I clicked my tongue, "I think you should make it up to me." 

"Pfft, right. That's totally gonna happen." He said sarcastically. He pushed my shoulder playfully. I cocked my eyebrow at him and shook my head slowly. 

"Oh, Jesse, you really shouldn't have done that." I said darkly. My brother looked at me skeptically. 

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" 

I waited a few seconds before roughly pushing him onto the bed. He grabbed my arm as he fell and I went down with him. I scrambled on top of him, pinning his arms above his head, and straddling his waist. He looked up at me with a large grin. 

"Is that the best you can do, Mike?" He chuckled. 

"Well, you can't move, so I'd say I'm doing pretty well. Better than you, at least." 

Jesse struggled against me for a few moments. He thrashed his legs around beneath me, and tried to wiggle his hands out of my grasp, but I was still a lot stronger than him. I tightened my grip on his wrists and smirked down at him. 

"Fine, fine, you win! Mercy, mercy!" Jesse said, laughing. I smiled and slowly released his hands. 

"Just kidding!" He said, roughly pushing against me. I growled, falling sideways off of him and onto the bed. We wrestled for a few minutes. Jesse kept trying to pin me down, and I kept fighting to get back on top of him. Jesse tried to grab my wrist, but I shook him off. His hand slipped and collided painfully against my nose. 

"Shit!" I cursed, covering my nose with my hand. Jesse stopped moving and looked down at me. He covered his mouth with his hand, but I could still tell he was laughing. 

"Sorry Mike." 

I looked at him squarely, not trace of humour on my face. 

"You're dead, kid." 

Jesse's eyes widened in horror. He instantly climbed off of me and tried to crawl to the other side of the bed. I hurried up on the floor and grabbed his leg, pulling him back towards me. 

"I didn't mean to!" He said with a giggle. 

"What do you think this is, Jesse? Some sort of game?" I asked, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him up against me so his back was pressed against my chest. His knees were on the edge of the bed, I was standing on the floor. 

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his torso and holding him to me. I kissed his neck and began grinding myself against him. He pressed his ass against me, and began reciprocating my movements, slowly moving his body against mine, stimulating my growing erection. 

"I guess this means you win." Jesse said breathlessly. 

"Guess so." I murmured. My hands moved to his coat and I tugged it down his arms. I threw it to the ground behind us. Jess laughed softly. 

"This reminds me of when we were kids and we used to wrestle like this... you always won back then, too." He breathed. My hand moved down his pants and I felt his hard dick pressed against the fabric. I smiled and rubbed him through his pants, and Jesse exhaled shakily. 

"Did you get this hard when we wrestled back then, too?" I asked with a chuckle. I felt Jesse's face flush, and I looked at him. His cheeks were bright pink, but he didn't say anything. 

"Did you?" I asked incredulous. 

"Shut up." He groaned. Had he really had feelings for me all the way back then? I wanted to know, but I let it go. I could tell he was embarrassed. 

Jesse began unbuttoning his shirt, but I stopped him. 

"Let me." I said, moving my hands from his cock. His hand flew to my wrist. 

"Keep touching me, Mike." He said, pulling my hand back down. I stroked his cock over his pants with my right hand, while unbuttoning his shirt with the other. When I was finished with them all, I moved my hands to his shoulders and slowly pulled his shirt off. 

Jesse continued to grind his ass against my cock, and I was getting pretty restless. I wanted him so badly. 

My hands returned to his body. I ran my fingers over his warm, toned chest, down his stomach, until I reached the button on his pants. I nearly popped it right off, I was so eager. I pushed his boxers and his pants down Jesse's thighs and he climbed out of them as quickly as he could. 

I pulled my hand away and spat on it before eagerly returning to his dick. I stroked him slowly, feeling his hard length in my hand. He shuddered against me, rested against my chest. 

"Mm. Mike, can I undress you now?" He asked. I smiled and nodded, though he couldn't see my face. 

"Yeah, if you want to." I said, releasing him. Jesse stayed up on his knees, but turned around so he was facing me. 

He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. I moaned softly against his lips, running my hands over his smooth body. 

Jesse's tongue traced my lips softly, and I let him enter my mouth. Our tongues danced together as he pushed off my jacket. My hands moved down Jesse's back, and I gripped his bare ass, making him squeal in surprise into my mouth. 

My brother's fingers were quick as he popped open the buttons on my shirt. He pushed it off desperately as our kiss became more heated, more primal. My shirt was almost immediately added to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Jesse's fingers weaved in my dark chest hair. He broke away from my lips, kissing down my neck as he gently stroked my fur. I unzipped my pants, and kicked them off, along with my boxers, so that both of us were completely naked. 

"Mike," Jesse said, looking up at me, "Mike, would you blow me? Please?" He asked with a hesitant smile. I raised my eyebrow. 

"You'd rather have my lips around your dick than my cock in your ass?" I asked with a grin. I gently pushed him so that he was resting on his bottom instead of his knees. I hooked my hands under his legs and pulled him so that his ass was right on the edge of the bed. 

"Mm, I plan on having both." He said, relaxing onto the bed. He was propping himself up on his elbows, looking at me as I sunk down onto my knees. 

"What makes you think I'll allow that?" I asked, relaxing between his knees. 

"You always give me what I want." Jesse said simply. I shrugged. There was really no denying that. 

I spat on my hand before wrapping it around my brother's hard dick. His long cock was sticking nearly straight into the air. I licked my lips in anticipation and looked up at Jesse. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. 

I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock. Jesse inhaled sharply. I ran my tongue teasingly up and down his shaft, tasting his soft, warm skin. I moaned quietly as I took his head in my mouth. 

"God that feels good." Jesse breathed, moving one of his hands to my hair. I looked up at him, bobbing my head down further on his large cock. I loved having my little brother's dick fill my mouth. I resisted the urge to stroke myself as I sucked him. 

I pulled my head off his dick and spat on it, before quickly taking him inside again. 

"Faster Mike." 

I obeyed, moving my head quickly up and down his shaft, taking as much of him down my throat as I could. I slobbered and choked on his dick, but was finally able to take him entirely in my mouth. Jesse's hand fisted my hair, and he held me down on his meat while my body wretched. When he released me I came off his dick gagging. 

"Jesus, Mike." Jesse said, pumping his hips upwards into my eager mouth. Jesse began rocking his hips to the rhythm of my mouth, face fucking me gently. 

I came off his dick and grabbed his legs again. I pulled him another few inches off the bed, so his ass was free for me to enjoy. I quickly pumped my fingers in my mouth, coating them in saliva, before bringing them to Jesse's delicious ass. 

As I enveloped Jesse's cock again, I quickly pushed my middle finger deep into Jesse's tight ass. He groaned, jerking his hips upwards, forcing his cock deep down my throat once more. 

"Fuck yes, finger my ass while you blow me." He moaned. I wiggled my finger inside his channel, feeling his tight hole constrict around me. I bobbed my head in rhythm with my finger, pushing deep into his ass while I took him all the way down my throat. 

I could taste a strong salty liquid spill onto my tongue and I lapped it up eagerly. My brother's pre-cum was delicious and I swallowed it willingly. My own cock was begging for attention. I needed to be inside him, and soon. 




My Boy Pt. 03



I pulled my finger out of his ass, and this time brought my first two fingers to his hole. I spat on them, before pushing them in together. Jesse moaned again, his hips bucking wildly. I spread my fingers as far apart as I could in his ass, trying to get him to open up for me. 

By the time Jesse was ready for my third finger, he was leaking pre-cum generously. I pumped and out of his channel, stroking his prostate, sucking his dick, while my little brother moaned like a common whore above me. 

Suddenly, his fingers clenched in my hair and he desperately pulled me off of his cock. 

"What's the matter?" I asked breathlessly. 

"You were gonna make me cum." He said with a smile. 

"Is that so bad?" I asked with a smirk, leaning my head back down towards his member. He held me still. 

"Mike, I want you inside me." I grinned and removed my fingers from his hole. He adjusted himself on the bed. 

"Get on your hands and knees for me." I said softly, standing at the edge of the bed. 

Jesse moved quickly, climbing on all fours like a dog for me. His wonderful ass was sticking up in the air. 

"Give it to me, Mike." He said urgently, pressing his ass against my hard dick. I chuckled, patting his ass. 

"So eager, huh?" I said. I spat on my dick, and rubbed my hand up and down my length, making sure I was coated in a good amount of spit. I placed my cockhead at my little brother's entrance. 

"What do you want, Jesse?" I asked with a grin. 

"I want my big brother's dick inside me." He responded eagerly. I pushed past his tight sphincter. He groaned, his ass clenched wonderfully around my dick. 

"Mm, fuck yeah." Jesse moaned, falling onto his elbows. He fisted his hands and then rested his forehead on them. 

I went at a moderate pace. I worked him open slowly, rocking my hips against his body gently. I rested my hands against the small of his back, tenderly rubbing his smooth, creamy skin while I fucked him. 

"God, please Mike, I want all of it. I can take you, please fuck me." Jesse begged. I smirked and started pumping into him a little faster. I forced more and more of my length into his tight hole, until I was bottoming out inside him, my balls slapping against his firm ass. 

"Yes, yes! Just like that." Jesse cried out, backing his ass up against me. He met me on each thrust, and I increased my speed, pounding him for all I was worth. 

I gave his ass a hard smack, and his hole clenched around me. Jesse cried out, his back arched. 

"Hit me again, Mike." He begged, arching his ass up towards me. I chuckled, bringing my hand down hard on him again. He threw his head back and whined once again with pleasure. 

I was getting close. The combination of Jesse's tight hole massaging my dick, and his loud, slutty moans were really getting to me. 

I gripped his hips and held him, fucking him as hard and fast as I could. His moans were coming in loud, short, gasps, his legs were shaking beneath him. Jesse was stroking himself feverishly. 

"Jess, I'm-" 

"God!" Jesse cried, as his orgasm hit him. His body shook, his head flew back and then slumped forward, as his cum shot onto the hotel bed sheets. I came right after him with a loud groan, shooting my load deep into his young ass. I pumped into him hard and deliberately as I rode out my orgasm, filling him with more spunk on every thrust. I was panting when I finished, a thin layer of sweat covered both our bodies. 

I reluctantly pulled out of him, and then collapsed on the bed. Jesse crawled over to me and rested his head on my chest. His fingers absentmindedly played with my chest hair. 

"That was wonderful," he sighed contentedly, "I wish we could do that every night." 

"We could..." I wrapped my arm around him and stroked his hip lovingly. 

I thought about tonight. How weird it all was. How uncomfortable I'd been. How sad it made me to see Jesse with someone else... 

"Jess, my offer stands. I have some money saved up. Enough for two plane tickets. We could-" 

"Mike, don't ruin a good night with that." Jesse said, sitting up. 

"We could at least discuss it." I said, looking up at him. He rolled his eyes. 

"We have discussed it." 

"No we haven't, you always change the subject." 

"Mike, I'm going to go have a shower." Jesse said with a sigh, climbing from the bed. I sat up. 

"See, you're changing the subject again!" 

Jesse ignored me and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.



My Boy Pt. 04



Jesse's head was resting on my chest. His arm was wrapped around my torso. It was beautiful, waking up with him again. It'd had been so long. Two years, since the last time I'd woken up with him. It was wonderful.

Jesse was breathing softly, his lashes formed thick crescents on his cheeks as he slept. His naked body was flush against mine. I began petting his soft blonde hair gently, running the tips of my fingers through the short tresses. 

Jesse whimpered softly. His arm tightened only slightly around me. He whimpered again. His body moved against mine. Was he having a bad dream? His whimpers became louder, so that they were at a normal speaking volume. His eyebrows furrowed. 

"Jesse. Jess, wake up, baby. It's okay." I breathed, pushing against his shoulder. He opened his eyes slowly, like he was in a trance, before blinking a few times and looking at me sheepishly. 

"Morning." He mumbled, resting his chin on my chest. 

"Were you having a bad dream?" I asked, running my hand soothingly down his back. His sheepish smile widened. 

"Not exactly." 

"Oh?" I cocked my eyebrow at him. He grinned up at me, his tired green eyes shining in the morning sun. 

"I had a dream about you." Jesse said, pressing a kiss to my chest. His hand traced patterns across my torso, before trailing up and circling my nipple. 

"Do tell." 

Jesse looked up excitedly at me, before climbing onto me and straddling my waist. As he leaned over to kiss me, I could feel his hard length pressing into my abdomen. His hands moved to my face and he held my cheeks lovingly. 

"I dreamt that we were on a beach. The sun was setting. It was a thousand different colours." He whispered, before pressing his lips to mine. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his back. I flipped us, so that I was on top of him, and his legs were wrapped around my back. 

"Mm hm. What were we doing on the beach?" I murmured against his neck. I kissed up his neck, sucking his tender, pale skin as he spoke.

"We were making love. We were screaming." He said, his fingers tangling in my hair. 

"Screaming?" I took his earlobe between my teeth and nibbled on it. 

"Screaming, because there was no one around. We could be as loud as we wanted." He chuckled, "and I kept calling you 'brother'. Never 'Michael'." 

"What were you saying?" We were both getting excited now. But it didn't feel like lust. It felt like love. I love him. I love him more than air. I'm in love with my brother. 

I rocked against his body, rubbing my cock against his ass. His legs tightened around me, pulling me closer. 

"I want my big brother's cock. I want my brother to take care of me." Jesse whispered, quoting his dream for me. I could've taken him right then. But I wanted to build it more. I wanted to have him begging for me before I finally gave him what he needed.

"It was so carefree and peaceful..." Jesse breathed. I started biting down his neck again. I bit and kissed and sucked at his sensitive, creamy skin, feeling him shudder in anticipation beneath me. I looked into his eyes. 

"I want my big brother." He said it so quietly it was nearly silent. 

I leaned down to kiss him once more. Our lips moved slowly against one another's. I wanted to draw this out, go slow, I wanted to really show him how much his big brother loved him. My tongue traced his lower lip, and when he granted me entrance into his sweet mouth I explored him gradually. As my tongue moved with his, the hotel room faded away. 

The cheap bed sheets were gone. The tan walls disappeared. Maybe Jesse imagined us on a beach, with a sunset. I imagined us in our old home. Not the last one, but our very first home. 

I imagined that we were in our old bedroom, our first bedroom. The walls were blue. I kissed down his neck, onto his chest. His skin was soft and warm. The bed smelled like laundry detergent, the kind our mom used to use. My tongue circled his nipple, before I enveloped the pink nub between my lips and sucked. Outside the window, there was a field of green. Our backyard. 

I hadn't thought of that house in years. Funny that I should think of it now. But back then things were simple. I wished they could be that way again. Maybe they were. I'm in love with him, with my brother. That's all there is. He's all there is. Maybe that was pretty simple, after all. 

My lips encompassed his previously unattended nipple, and my little brother let out a soft whimper. His fingers clasped my hair briefly, then relaxed. 

"Jesse," I breathed, "This moment is only for us." 

Jesse looked at the walls. The paper thin walls. Then back at me. He gave me a shy smile, then nodded. 

I sat up, and Jesse dropped his legs from my body. I wanted to explore every inch of him. I wanted to send shivers of pleasure coursing through every cell of his body. After our fight last night, I wanted every atrium of his heart to know how wholly and completely I loved him. 

I inched backwards on the bed, so that I was on my knees near his ankles. I took his right ankle in my hand and brought his foot up to my lips. I kissed the top of it. It was so tender, so smooth. Jesse's eyes were fixed on my face, I didn't meet them, but I could feel them. Those brilliant green orbs studied me, as I kissed the top of his left foot. 

"Jesse." I said, pulling the blankets completely off of him. I pushed them onto the floor. Jesse sat up and gave me another small smile, before turning so he was propping himself up onto his hands and knees. I moved behind him, so my body was pressing against his. My cock was nestled between his firm ass cheeks, but I ignored my urges and moved my hands along his back instead. 

He moaned softly, as I massaged his muscular back. My hands ran up his sides, over his hips, my fingertips pushed into his skin, releasing his tension, relaxing him further. I was surprised he wasn't pressuring me to go faster, to fuck him, like he usually did. I was glad of the free time to explore him. I was glad to see that nothing about his body had changed. He was still my Jesse.

I pulled away from him again, this time so I could explore his beautiful ass. God, it was perfect. My fingers traced the small dimples at his lower back, and then carried down his cheeks, so I could pull them open. His knot was smooth and hairless. I leaned forward, letting my tongue trace it gently.

Jesse gasped, his back arched and he pressed his ass against my face. I flicked my tongue over his hole a few times, before finally pushing it inside of him, tasting him, stretching him. Jesse moaned again. It was a high pitched moan, filled with almost childlike surprise. 

I explored him as much as I could with my tongue, before finally pushing my middle finger into him. Jesse was opening up easily for me. I'd given it to him pretty good last night, and his body was starting to get used to being penetrated again. 

I ran my finger over the nub inside of him, causing him to gasp again. I pumped my finger in and out of him, listening to his breath hitch, feeling his channel clench around me. When I knew he was ready, I added another finger. 

I loved watching the way his entire body reacted to my movements. His breath would catch, his stomach would tense for a second or two. His toes would curl, or his feet would flex. And when he moaned, I noticed that they came from different areas. When I stretched him, and massaged his prostate, they came from deep in his chest. 

It was soon able to fit three fingers inside him comfortably. Still, he hadn't begun to rush me. I felt like we had all the time in the world.

Eventually, I pulled my fingers from him and he rolled onto his back to face me once more. He looked up at me as I spread saliva down my length. He spread his legs, bringing his knees up so I could crawl between them. 

"Jesse," I asked quietly, placing my cock at his entrance, "did you ever fantasize about this when we were kids?" 

Jesse blushed and looked down. 

"Don't be embarrassed." I cooed. 

"It's just... I know you didn't." 

"I didn't know who I was back then. But I know now. I'm so in love with you, Jesse." I said. 

"I know you love me." 

"You'll never understand to what extent." I murmured. Then I was inside him. Jesse moaned, his head flew backwards. 

I leaned over him, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me again. We moved together in perfect rhythm, like we'd been lovers for decades. 

It began slowly. I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted him to be used to my full length before I let go, and let my instincts and urges take over. But I couldn't last much longer being so controlled. 

I kissed him, and as my tongue pushed past his lips, I let go. 

Now, we were primal. Both of us moved together, desperate, not for release, but just to be with one another completely. His fingernails dug into my back as we made love. I could feel the skin being pulled away, the cuts forming, but it didn't slow me. Jesse's breath was coming in gasps, so was mine. 

I don't know how long we made love for. It felt like forever, but then no time at all. Finally, Jesse's moans escalated and I knew he was near his breaking point. His hand left my back and he began stroking himself, and then he released. I could feel his hot seed hit my stomach, though I'm sure most of it landed on him. I wasn't far behind. 

I pulled out of him and quickly jerked myself. I came on his torso, sending my warm cream up his abdomen. We were both panting when we finished. 

His legs slipped from my hips. I leaned down and slowly licked up our cum, swallowing it willingly. When his body was clean, I rested my head on his hip, too tired right now to move any further. Jesse's hand absentmindedly played with my brown hair. 

We stayed like that for a while, not speaking. I broke the silence.

"Jesse, I want to give you that fantasy." I murmured. 

"You just did." He replied.

"No, I want to really give it to you. I want to take you to a beach, and I want to make love to you while the sun sets." I looked up at him, he was staring up at the ceiling with a large smile on his face.

"I'd like that, Michael." 

I climbed up him and propped myself up on my hands so I could look down into his eyes.

"I could buy us plane tickets. We could go to the beach." I kissed his cheek. "And we can scream until our voices go raw." 

Jesse frowned. 

"What's wrong?" 

Jesse pushed me to the side and sat up. 

"God, Michael, you ruin everything." 

I looked up at him, shocked. Were we going to fight about this again? He rose from the bed and walked towards his clothes. He pulled his boxers on. 

"What do you mean? What did I ruin?" 

"That. This!" He motioned around the room. "All of this." 

His arms lay limp at his sides and he just stared at me. He kept staring at me, like he was willing me to comprehend something. 

"What do you mean, 'all of this'?" I asked, standing. I was very aware that I was naked, but my underwear was on the other side of the bed. I resisted the urge to pull the blanket around me. 

"I mean... what I said. All of this. Us. This... thing that we have-had. Just...Christ." Jesse murmured, rubbing his forehead. How had the mood shifted so quickly?

"I don't understand. Why can't we just discuss it? Why can't we just talk about going away together? You haven't even thought about it." 

"God, Michael. Do you think that's what I'm talking about here? Do you think that's our only problem?" Jesse shook his head at me.

"I'm not saying that's our only problem. I just don't understand why you won't talk about it. We're running out of time, Jesse! You're supposed to be getting married in five days." I hated yelling. Jesse hated yelling. But I couldn't help it. 

"We don't need to talk about it because I already told you I'm not doing it!" Jesse shoved me.

"Why not?!" I shoved him harder.

"Because I'm not in love with you!" 

Jesse's face softened as soon as the words were out of his mouth. I blinked at him a few times, before sinking onto the bed. I pulled the blankets over me.

"Michael, I didn't mean to say it like that." Jesse murmured, walking towards me. 

"But you did mean to say it." I breathed. I folded my hands on my lap and stared at them.

"Not like that." Jesse sat beside me.

"Mike... I love you. You're the best brother that anyone could hope for." He said softly. 

"Brothers don't fuck." I said with a sad chuckle. Jesse was quiet for a few moments. 

"I-I love that too. I love... making love. With you. I mean, it's wonderful. The way you touch me, and how you know my body-"

"It doesn't count as making love if you don't love me, first of all, Jess," I nearly shouted, standing, "And second... just stop talking." I moved to the other side of the bed, and grabbed my boxers. I tugged them on while Jesse spoke.

"Mike I do love you. As a brother." He followed me around the bed.

"It's not the same fucking thing, Jesse. And you know that." 

"Mike, listen to me." He took my face in his hands. 

"No. You knew! You knew how you felt when I came back, didn't you? That's why you left in the first place, isn't it?" I pushed his hands away and looked down at him. 

"Yes! Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I knew!" 

"For how long?" 

"I'm not going to answer that." Jesse breathed. We stared at each other. My look was questioning, his was apologetic. And it sunk in. 

"You knew since before the first time we made- since the second time we fucked... didn't you?" I asked, taking a step backwards. 

"Michael, I-"

"Why? Why'd you lie?" 

"I said what I needed to say to get what I wanted." 

I sat down on the bed. I couldn't look at him. Tears were prickling at my eyes, but I didn't dare let them fall. 

"If I could take it all back, everything, I would, Mike." 

That hurt worse than anything. I wouldn't. I wouldn't take any of it back.

"Go." I said. 

"Shouldn't we talk-"

"Everything's been said." 

"Mike we need to keep acting like-"

"Like nothing happened. I get it." 

"But Mike, the game tomorrow... you'll be there right? Dad'll get suspicious-"

"I'll be there." 

Jesse quickly pulled his clothes on and headed for the door. When he reached it he turned back to me.

"You will be at my wedding... right? I... want you there." 

"Get out." I whispered. I couldn't watch him go. 

The pain was unbelievable. I could feel myself shaking, but I didn't know if I was crying or not. I could tell that parts of my body were shutting down, going numb. 

Everything. Everything had been a lie. Every touch, every kiss. How had I not seen it sooner? How could he do this to me? I was just a glorified fuck buddy. The thought made me want to throw up. All the times I told him I loved him... all the times he said it back. 

God, I'm such an idiot!

Of course he doesn't love me. How could he? I'm his brother. His brother. No one wants to marry their brother. No one wants to grow old with their brother. God. Stupid. 

I'm so stupid for believing it. Even after he left, I didn't see it. He left me for two years. No contact. How could I have not seen it then? 

I lay back onto the bed and pulled the covers over me. I knew that I was crying. Sobbing, in fact. I could feel the tears on my face. I could feel the snot running from my nose. I was shaking. I couldn't help it. 

And then, after what felt like a very long while, I fell asleep. Or almost asleep. I wasn't crying. I wasn't really thinking. I was just sort of numb. I don't know how long this lasted for. Hours. I was drifting in and out. 

I was trying to figure out what to do. Where to go. What to say. I contemplated going over to Jesse's. But that wouldn't do any good. I couldn't make him love me. I'd been trying for years. I couldn't go over to a friend's. Not only did I not have any, but even if I did, how could I talk to them about something like this? I couldn't ask for parental advice. 

So that left one option. 

I was going to go drinking. 

***

The club was crowded. And it smelled like sweat. But it didn't matter. As soon as I entered I made for the bar. 

I'm not a big drinker. I didn't go through that whole partying phase that all my peers went through. When the bartender asked me what I wanted, I told him "something strong". 

It was a shot. I downed it, and ordered another. It would probably get me tipsy, but I wanted to get smashed. I wanted to not be able to walk home. I was just getting started. 

"Hey, might want to slow it down. Someone might try to take advantage of you." A deep voice murmured. I turned in the direction of it. 

The man sat on the barstool beside me. He was handsome, even in my stupor I could tell that. He had brown hair, it was darker than mine. He looked older than me by a few years, if I were to guess I'd say that he looked about 27. He gave me a charming smile. 

"Someone like you?" I asked, leaning in. He smirked. 

"Perhaps. I'm Daniel." He said, offering his hand. I shook it. He had a firm grip, which sort of turned me on. And for a moment, I felt immediately guilty. But then I remembered that Jesse's probably with Claire right now. And they're probably fucking. And Jesse doesn't love me. Why shouldn't I go for this?

"I'm Michael." 

"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new to the area, or just new to the scene?" Daniel asked. He motioned to the bartender, who quickly gave him a drink. 

"Both actually. But I'm not in town for long. I'm just here for a wedding." I explained. 

"A wedding? No wonder you're drinking. Let me guess, brother of the bride?" He asked. I shook my head, chuckling. 

"Oh God, tell me you're not the groom." I laughed. 

"No, brother of the groom. You were close." As I said it, I felt a pain in my chest. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't try to be with someone else. Not so soon. Not ever. But then, Jesse moved on. He moved on really fast. 

"You're going to need another shot. I'll take one with you." Daniel said, motioning to the bartender again. We drank at the same time. 

"Let's dance, Michael." Daniel said, grabbing my hand. I reluctantly let him steer me away from the bar. I'd never been in a gay club before, and the idea of being intimate with another man in public would've made me nervous. But after the alcohol, I was pretty loose. And there was a big part of me that just didn't care anymore. 

The music was upbeat and loud. There were bright lights shining all along the dance floor. All around us, there were groups of men dancing. Well, sort of. It wasn't really dancing. It was basically sex with clothes. Daniel moved behind me and held my hips. I could feel his erection against my ass, which again, just turned me on. 

I wasn't used to this sort of attention. Sure, I'd gotten it in the locker room. But so did everyone else on the team. Outside of that, I'd only ever been with Jesse. Men never tried to hit on me. But maybe that was because I never put myself in that sort of situation. 

I could feel Daniel's warm breath on my neck. His hands explored my body, running over my chest, my hips, down the sides of my thighs. There was something in my mind that was telling me I should've felt anxious or embarrassed to be doing this with a man, but I just didn't. I reciprocated his movements, grinding my ass against his pelvis. 

"So, you said that you're new to this scene. I don't know if I believe you." Daniel said. I turned to face him, and he rested his hands on my hips as we danced. 

"I am. It's my first time in a gay bar." 

"Really?" 

"I've never had a one night stand, either. Well, not yet." I said seductively. Daniel raised his eyebrow and grinned at me. 

Wow. Where the fuck did that come from? That must've been the alcohol talking. Or maybe it was my hard-on. Either way, I'd said it. Couldn't take it back now.

"You like to get straight to the point, don't you?" Daniel asked, as his hands travelled down to grip my ass. Instead of answering back, I just leaned up and kissed him. 




My Boy Pt. 04



He tasted like alcohol. I'm sure I did too. The kiss was wet and kind of sloppy. But there was something about that that I sort of enjoyed. It was like being with the guys on the baseball team. It was just quick and meaningless. 

Was that how Jesse thought about me?

I pushed the thought away as Daniel's lips broke apart from mine.

"My apartment's right across the street." Daniel murmured. I didn't say anything, just nodded. He took my hand and led me away from the bar. 

I knew that this was sort of dangerous. I was tipsy. No one knew where I was. I didn't even really know where I was. And now I was going into a stranger's apartment. Something bad could happen to me. I didn't care though. In fact, I think there may have been a small part of me that wanted something bad to happen. I was being reckless, I was making bad decisions. I think part of me hoped that if I went into Daniel's apartment, I wouldn't come back out. 

But I was disappointed to see that Daniel's apartment was totally normal. Well, perhaps it was neater than the average single guy would keep it, but that was it. 

He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His tongue ravaged my mouth in a dominating kiss. It caught me slightly off guard, I wasn't used to being with someone who was so in charge. Even back when I was on the baseball team, I was almost always the one calling the shots. But I let him guide me. 

"This way." He mumbled against my lips, before tugging me into the bedroom. 

We paused in front of the bed and Daniel kissed me again. His hands ran down my shirt, reaching the hem quickly. He tore it off of me and threw it to the floor. His shirt followed immediately. I realized with embarrassment that he was making me nervous. I was feeling vulnerable, and he was so dominant. But I wanted this. I did. I wanted to be with someone other than Jesse and I wanted to see our relationship from his perspective. Is this all I am to him? 

I found my belt buckle and undid it before pulling my pants down and stepping out of them. Daniel pushed me roughly to the bed, and I stared up at him. He was smiling, but it wasn't a kind smile. It looked like he was a predator, like he was hunting me. There was something about it that terrified me, but a larger part of me that was turned on by it. 

I wanted him to be in control. It took the pressure off of me. And it felt good, feeling wanted. Even if it was just for my body- or for a casual fuck. 

Daniel tugged his pants and boxers off and he stood by the side of the bed, staring down at me. His length was about equal to mine, maybe a little longer and thinner, but not by much. His pubic hair was trimmed short, and it trailed up past his belly button. His chest hair was thick and dark, like mine. He was truly a manly man. I licked my lips with excitement. 

"Get over here, boy, and suck my cock." His voice was deep, demanding. I was surprised that I felt such a huge urge to do as he said, to please him. 

I crawled eagerly to the edge of the bed and laid flat on my stomach. Daniel rested his hand on the back of my head, and guided his cock into my mouth. We didn't go slowly. He pumped his dick into my mouth quickly, and I gagged on him almost immediately, surprised at the rough invasion. This didn't seem to deter him at all, he basically ignored me and continued fucking my mouth with the same eagerness. 

"Mm, that's a good boy." Daniel said softly. His language was getting me even more turned on. I still had my boxers on, but I knew that they were straining to contain my erection. 

"Mmm." I moaned around his dick. I wasn't sure what it was about Daniel that was getting me so aroused, that was making me so eager to forget about Jesse. Maybe it was simply this, I was feeling like shit, and Daniel made me feel better. Worthwhile, at least for the next few hours or so. 

"Get on all fours for me." Daniel said, pulling his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him panting, and nodded. I sat up, quickly pulling my boxers off and tossing them to the floor. I climbed up onto my hands and knees, and as I did I could feel the bed depress behind me. Within seconds Daniel's warm hands were exploring my ass. 

"You have a great ass, boy." Daniel murmured, more to himself than to me. 

"Mike, in that first drawer there's condoms and some lube. Pass them over, yeah?" Daniel said. I couldn't even think straight, I just wanted his cock inside me. I ravaged the drawer, finding the condoms and the lube quickly, and passing it back to him. Hurry, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. 

He seemed to sense my urgency. Daniel spread the lube down my ass crack and my toes curled as his fingers teased my hole. His first finger entered me without much resistance. 

"That's a good boy." Daniel breathed, working his finger inside my channel. I moaned quietly, bowing my head.

It didn't take long for two of his fingers to fit comfortably inside my ass. But I wanted his cock, I felt so ready for it. Fuck, I needed it. 

"Please, fuck me." I said, craning my neck to look at him. His eyes met mine and he let out a chuckle. 

"I hit the fucking jackpot tonight, didn't I? Are you ready for my cock?" He asked. I nodded my head quickly.

"Please- Uhh! Oh, oh, fuck. Uhhhh." I groaned, as Daniel pushed the head of his dick inside my lubed ass. Fuck, it had been a while since I'd been screwed. 

"Ohh, fuck yes. Fuck yes." Daniel moaned, pushing more of his length into me. He rested his hands on my hips, pulling me slowly back onto his dick. I was breathing heavily, trying to get used to the length and girth of his prick. Finally, after a few minutes, I felt his pelvis against my ass. 

I felt so amazingly full. I sunk down onto my elbows, resting my head in his pillow as he fucked me. His large dick rubbed my prostate wonderfully as he got my ass accustomed to his cock. 

"Oh, that's a good boy." Daniel said, as he began to screw me. He started slow, but it didn't take him long to speed up. Both of us wanted it so fucking bad. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me. 

"Fuck me, yes, yes, yes!" I cried, as his hips desperately bucked into me. His balls slapped against my ass, his hands held my hips roughly, his nails digging in slightly. 

We were going at it like animals. We had no reserve, we were completely primal. Both of us were moaning, and we didn't give a fuck who heard us. 

"God, don't stop." I begged. I grabbed my cock and quickly began stroking myself. I was going to cum pretty soon. Daniel was close too. I could hear him panting behind me, his breath was totally ragged. His thrusts were desperate and reckless. 

"Take my cock, take it, take it!" Daniel groaned. Finally, he let out a long, loud moan. He came inside the condom, but I could feel the warmth in my ass. I was seconds behind him. My body jerked slightly as I reached my peak. I was careful to catch my load in my other hand, so as not to stain his bedspread. 

When we were both finished, Daniel pulled reluctantly out of my ass. He handed me some tissues and I wiped the spunk off my hand. He took the tissues from me and threw them in the garbage can, along with his condom. 

"Mm, you're one good lay, Mike." He said with a small chuckle, sinking down onto the bed. He crawled under the covers and I followed suit. 

"You're not so bad yourself." I said, pressing my lips quickly to his. He grinned. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, so I was resting my head on his hairy chest. I ran my fingers through his fur, admiring it. 

Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe it wasn't so terrible to be with someone other than Jesse. Maybe I could find love with someone else. 

Laying there, on this stranger's bed, with his arms wrapped protectively around me, I fell into a wonderfully peaceful sleep - the first one since I'd seen Jesse again.



My Boy Pt. 05



The guilt and self-loathing came immediately after I awoke. 

I was in Daniel's bed, his arms were wrapped around me. It felt nice and terrible at the same time. How could I do this? Even if Jesse didn't care, even if this didn't bother him- it bothered me. I love Jesse. How could I sleep with someone else?

I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. 

"Good morning." Daniel grumbled, sitting up. I looked at him. He gave me a warm smile, and ran his fingers gently through my hair. He was so nice... it was kind of surprising. Isn't this the part where he kicks me out?

"Morning." I said, sitting up next to him. 

He leaned over and kissed me. It caught me off guard and the only thing I could think to do was kiss him back. It felt really good, actually.

Fuck this is so confusing. Maybe I should just...do it again. I mean, I've already slept with him once. Was there really any harm in doing it again? 

But I was drunk last time I did it. Now I was just hungover. And besides, I needed to try to patch things up with Jesse. Or at least talk to him. I wonder if I'll be able to see him again. 

Wait. Jesse. Today. Something about seeing Jesse today. There was something. 

Shit! The game!

"I have to go." I said, breaking away from Daniel. He frowned. 

"Really? So soon?" He asked. I turned and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was already 9! I had to be there in an hour!

"Yeah, my brother's doing this family thing. I have to be there. At this rate I'll already be late." I said with a sigh. Daniel chuckled softly beside me. 

"Crap. I have to be somewhere too," He groaned, "I was planning on skipping it though. Alright. Get dressed, I'll get you some coffee." 

Daniel climbed off the bed and pulled his boxers on before heading out of the room. He was really attractive. Not as attractive as Jesse, but still. 

I felt dirty as I was pulling my clothes on. I needed to shower, definitely. But it was more than that. I'd just had a one night stand. I hadn't had one of those since like my first year of university. I'd never had one with a man before. It didn't bother me so much before, but after Jesse, after knowing what sex felt like with someone that I was in love with, everything else felt wrong. 

Is this my future? After Jesse gets married we won't be able to see each other anymore. What if I don't love anyone else? At this point I couldn't imagine it, being in love with someone else. Is this all I get for the rest of my life? Drunken sex and casual fuck buddies? God, now I really feel like I need to throw up.

Daniel came back into the room with a cup of coffee.

"As I was making it I realized that you probably didn't have time for a coffee." He said with a smirk, taking a sip from his cup. 

"Yeah, I really, really don't." I said. I felt bad, leaving like this when I knew he wanted me to stay. It felt terrible when Jesse did it to me, though I didn't get the impression that Daniel was super choked up about it or anything. 

"Well, take this at the very least." He said, handing me a paper. It had his number on it.

"I know you're only in town for a few more days, but if you need to blow off anymore steam before the wedding, give me a call." 

I put the paper in my pocket and nodded.

"I'll show you to the door." Daniel said, motioning for me to follow him. He had a nice apartment. I didn't really get a chance to look at it the night before. He had some pictures hanging up on his walls. One struck me. 

He was standing next to a woman. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and they were both smiling at the camera. She had flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. 

Oh. My. God. 

"I guess I might see you around." Daniel said, smiling at me. I walked into the hallway of the apartment building. 

"Yeah, see ya." I breathed, turning on my heel and walking briskly away.

Claire and Daniel. Daniel and Claire. 

What was it with her and gay guys? 

Was she cheating on Jesse? Was she cheating on Daniel? No one would save a picture of someone they dated two years ago and she'd been dating Jesse for two years. 

God, this is perfect! All I have to do is prove to Jesse that she's cheating on him. He'll call the wedding off and that'll buy us some time. It'll give me time to show him how much I love him, need him. 

Wait. What the fuck am I doing? 

I shouldn't be happy about this. If I really loved Jesse I would be mad. I should be mad. Fucking Christ. 

I climbed into my truck and headed back towards my hotel. At this rate, I'd be late to the game, but I could talk to Jesse after. I could tell him that she's cheating on him. I could break them up. And when he's distraught over the breakup, who'll be there to comfort him? Me. 

Fuck. 

I'm a terrible person. 

Maybe I just shouldn't mention it at all. 

I entered my hotel room and sunk down on the bed. I shouldn't have gone out drinking. Then the only thing I'd have to deal with is losing Jesse. Not all this cheating, hating myself for having a one night stand bullshit. 

Jesse's jersey was tucked underneath one of my pillows. I'd hid it there when he'd come over a few nights ago. I didn't need it though. The bed smelled like him. 

I should go shower. Then I should go to the game, play like nothing's wrong, come back and then deal with this. I shouldn't tell him. Would he even believe me anyway? And even if he did, what good would it do, really? 

He doesn't love me. He never loved me. 

He betrayed me. He used me. I should hate him. But I can't bring myself to feel anything but sadness over the whole ordeal. 

Where do I go from here? 

I'd never loved someone as much as I loved Jesse. And when you combine both the love I have for him as a brother, and the love I have for him as my partner... how am I ever going to feel that way about someone else? How can I love someone that much again? 

I didn't want to have to see him today. But I really, really wanted to see him. I wanted to run away, and I wanted to run to him. 

How would Jesse and I work now? I was afraid of the answer, but I needed it. 

I slowly climbed off the bed and headed into the shower. 

I shouldn't be allowed to drink. I make bad decisions. 

***

I pulled up to the ball park fifteen minutes late. My hair was still slightly damp from the shower, but it was sunny outside. Damp hair was really the least of my worries anyway. 

There were roughly ten people standing in the center of the diamond. They seemed to be choosing teams. I picked out Claire easily, she was the only one with flaming red hair. Apart from that there was my father, my mother and her boyfriend Jason. There were some girls that looked about Jesse's age, and one or two young guys. They must be mutual friends or something. Jesse wasn't there. 

I walked anxiously towards the group. If worst came to worst I could always fake an injury or something though. 

"Glad you could join us Michael." My father said, glaring at me. I blushed and muttered an apology. Thankfully the rest of the group wasn't really interested in me or my tardiness. 

"Where's Jesse?" I asked my mother casually. I was trying to seem nonchalant, but inside I was slightly terrified. I didn't really know any of these people. I was really nervous to see Jesse- especially in front of my father. 

"Oh, he's just getting some equipment from the car." Claire answered me, with a grin. She winked at me and I felt myself blush, again.

I glanced around the group as I waited. Everyone had a bandana wrapped around their wrist, in either blue or red. That must be how they were dividing the teams. Claire had a blue bandana, as did Jason. One of the guys that I didn't know was also in blue, and two of the girls. My father didn't have one on, he must be just watching or something. 

"Hey, look who I found!" I recognized Jesse's voice immediately and eagerly turned in the direction of it. He looked so good. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. His green eyes stared into me for a brief second, then he quickly looked away. 

My breath caught when I saw who he was with. 

Daniel. 

He winked at me before turning his attention to the rest of the group. I felt like I was going to be sick- again. 

And then my brain suddenly pieced everything together. The picture of Daniel and Claire. They weren't lovers, they were friends. Or something like that. Brother and sister, perhaps. God, I'm so stupid. I should've seen it. They look enough alike. 

"Jesse, choose someone else for your team. Mike or Dan." One of the guys said. He seemed to be eager to get the game started. 

Jesse looked at Daniel and then to me. Then he grinned. 

"I'm taking Daniel." He said, patting him on the back. 

I felt my anger flare up. Then I felt embarrassed and unwanted. The game got started quickly. 

I was lucky enough to be on mom and Jason's team, so at least I knew a couple people on my team. I could feel Dan's eyes on my throughout the entire game, but I did my best to avoid looking at him. I'd probably have to deal with that later, but I would save that for a different day. 

Jesse's team was a lot better than mine. And I wasn't really on the ball, so I was fairly useless. Jason was probably the strongest player on our team, and I actually gained a little respect for him, watching him play. He was very good. 

Jesse and Daniel had great chemistry throughout the game. They were powerful together, and it made me uneasy. Was there something going on between the two of them? The fact the Jesse chose Dan for his team made me especially anxious- I was a much better player than him. So Jess must've chosen him because he liked him more. 

There couldn't be something going on between Daniel and Jesse... could there? 

The game finished, and we lost by four runs. I didn't really care, but I could feel my father's eyes burning into me as I helped pack up the equipment. He was disappointed in me. Fuck, it didn't even matter. I had other shit to deal with. 

Everyone was going out for lunch after the game. I was supposed to go, but I made up a lame excuse to avoid it, said I wasn't feeling well. It was true, anyway. 

I wanted to talk to Jesse. If he was fucking Daniel, I had a right to know. I think. Did I? 

Jesse was parked in the lot right beside the field. How was I supposed to get him alone? There was no way I could let our father see us talking privately, he'd know something was up. And if someone interrupted or overheard... it would be ugly. 

Everyone was gathered around their cars, laughing, chattering about how excited they were to go to lunch. There was no way I could talk to him like that, with all those people around him. 

I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. 

Jess, need to talk. Now. Alone. 

I headed back to my truck. It was parked down the street, so it was away from the crowd, luckily. I didn't expect to get a text back from Jesse, I assumed he'd ignore me, like he had for the rest of the day. 

I threw my gear into the back of the truck. When I walked back around to the other side, I was surprised to see Jesse leaning against the door. I glanced towards the parking lot, but all the cars, except Jesse's were gone. 

"Jesse, I need to-" Before I could get the rest of my sentence out, he had pushed me against the side of the truck, and his lips were on mine. 

I groaned into the kiss, and my hands immediately moved to his face. We devoured each other. I think we both felt a sense of urgency, and longing. After everything he had said yesterday, I couldn't believe he was kissing me, but I welcomed it.

"Is this what you need, Mike?" He asked between kisses. Every fiber of my being was shouting a resounding yes. I needed this. Even though it was hurried, it was right. It felt like coming home. 

"Answer me, Mike." Jesse said, trailing his lips across my cheek. 

"Yes." I gave in. We could talk later. 

"Get in the truck." Jesse opened the door, and I climbed in the driver's side. He briskly walked around to the other side and jumped inside, slamming the door behind him. I pulled his face to mine again. 

"You should move down here, Michael." Jesse breathed, as I kissed down his neck. His hands were playing with my dark hair. He seemed to have a lot more restraint than I did, my hands were already searching for the zipper on his shorts. 

He moaned quietly when I found the lump in his shorts. I massaged him, and his hands gripped my hair. 

"Suck my cock." He breathed. He unzipped, and pulled his dick out. I was in no mood to refuse. I felt such an urgency to do what he asked. I was willing to do anything, just to be with him, to be intimate with him again. I wanted so desperately to believe that what he had said yesterday was a lie. 

I spat on my hand, and then began stroking his cock. Jesse's tongue explored my mouth while I pumped him. 

I pulled away from him, so I could lean over and take his dick in my mouth. The position wasn't super comfortable, but I didn't mind. Jesse's hands were running gently through my hair, his warm prick was in my mouth. There wasn't much more I could ask for right now. 

I bobbed down quickly on his dick. I knew that this had to be fast, he'd be expected at lunch soon. I tried my best to keep it clean, I didn't want spit getting onto his shorts. Jesse didn't force me at all, just let me go at my own pace, while he relaxed in the chair and let out the occasional moan. 

"Mm, Mike. I need this every single fucking day." He said softly, gripping my hair. I moaned in agreement, and forced my head down his entire length. I gagged and came up quickly, gasping for air, before pushing my head back down onto him. I loved this, being close to Jesse like this. 

It was starting to feel normal again. It was starting to feel the same as it had felt two years ago in our kitchen. It felt like Jesse cared about me. He was being so gentle and wasn't rushing me, or forcing me, he was just appreciating me, appreciating my lips around his cock. 

"You're such a good big brother." Jesse whimpered. At that point, I felt my dick press hard against my shorts. I hoped Jesse would have enough time to return the favour, or I was going to be seriously uncomfortable on the ride back to the hotel. 

My hand worked his shaft, while my tongue flicked around the tip. I probed his slit slightly, my lips were locked around his head. I teased him for a few long seconds, before bobbing back down on him. I moved my hand away from his cock, determined to take the entire thing down my throat once more. 

His prick was buried in my throat, my eyes were teary, but when my nose hit the rough fabric of his shorts and I felt elated. Jesse's hands held me there for a few moments, before he released me with a quiet moan. 

I began pumping him with my hand again, so I could kiss him. My tongue ravaged his mouth, and he sucked it greedily. His hands gripped my shirt, and I could tell he was getting close. 

"Mike, I'm so close." He whimpered, pulling away from my lips. I smirked, leaning over once more. I'd let him finish inside my mouth. It didn't take long. After bobbing up and down his length a few more times, Jesse let out stifled groan, and pumped recklessly into my mouth. I could taste his hot jizz coat my tongue, but I sealed my lips around his dick, careful not to let any of it drip down onto his clothes. 

When he was finished, I swallowed his load willingly, before coming back up to kiss him again. Jesse was breathing heavily, and he kissed me back softly, before resting his head against my shoulder. He put his dick back into his shorts and zipped them up, but stayed where he was. His nose nuzzled my neck. Even though I desperately wanted him to return the favour and suck me off as well, I didn't want to ruin this moment. He was being so cute, holding me like he was. 

"You really should move down here, Mike." He said quietly. I wrapped my arm around his back, and held him closer to me. 

"Why would I do that? You should move back home." I said with a quiet chuckle. I kissed the top of his head. 

"Mm, I don't think Claire would like that." 

I groaned loudly, pulling away from him. I misread his advances completely. I immediately felt my stomach twist into knots. 

"Don't be like that, I love her Michael." Jesse said, looking at me sternly.

"If you love her, then why are you are here with me?" I demanded. Jesse looked at me, but it was a second before he spoke. 

"I need... a man, Mike. I can't be with just women, I can't." Jesse said. I shook my head. I could feel my eyes filling, but I didn't let the tears fall. I was so stupid. 

"So, you want me to come down here so we can do this? We can meet up casually every once in a while and fuck? Is that it, that's all?" I asked. I looked out the front windshield, because I couldn't look at him. 

"Mike... it could be great, for both of us. We could meet up whenever you want... on my lunchbreak, or after work, before work. Just get this out of our systems... I need this." 

I felt like he was breaking my heart all over again. And this is what it would feel like, every time I was ever intimate with him again, this is what I would feel afterwards. This terrible loniless, pain, sadness, rejection. But I got to be with Jesse... 

"I... I can't Jesse." I said quietly. I heard my voice crack. "You can find someone else, Jesse." 

"Mike..." Jesse rested his hand on my shoulder, "don't you love me?" 

I felt my heart clench. I felt like I was breaking. How could he do this to me?

"Of course. You know I love you." I said, finally looking at him. 

"Then do this for me." He responded. He took my cheek in his hand, and stroked it gently. 

"It's just sex, Jesse. Can't you find someone else?" I asked. My voice was straining, it was thick with tears. 

"I don't want anyone else, I want you."

"Why? Why me, Jess? You don't love me, why does it matter?" I was close to losing it completely. I wanted to give in, but if I did, it would mean that I had completely given up. 

"I like being with you, being with my big brother. You're safe. You'd never hurt me, never tell anyone. I can't trust anyone else. And besides, Mike, we'll both be getting what we want." He kissed my cheek, but I didn't move or react.

"I want you to love me, I'll never get what I want from you." I said quietly. 

"I can pretend. Aren't I good at pretending, Michael?" His voice was equally soft. His pressed his lips softly against my cheek again, and I could feel myself giving in. 

"I... we can't do this." 

"Michael, it's this or nothing. We can't go back to being just brothers, you know that. So, help me, and I'll help you. I'm awful good at pretending, you know that." He nuzzled my neck again, and I felt my stomach turn uneasily. I was going to vomit, I was certain of it. Jesse was right though, we could never go back. And if he didn't love me... it is this or nothing. 

"Jesse, I love you." I breathed. 

"I love you too, Michael." Jesse said. 

"No... you, you don't, I know you don't Jesse." But I was desperate, and he was really good at pretending. 

"It can be like this, every time, if you want. I can tell you how much I love you, we can make love, whatever you want. Whatever you need Michael." Jesse cooed. 

"Say it again, Jesse." I whispered, looking at him. He looked into my eyes. 

"I love you Michael." 

I was broken. He won. 

"I love you Jesse." 

He pecked my lips quickly.

"I know, Michael. I'll see you tonight at eleven." 

With that, he opened the door and slid out of the seat. I groaned, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. I'm pathetic. 

I stayed like that for a while, I'm not sure how long. 

My phone buzzed, and my heart jolted. Maybe it was from Jesse.

When I picked up my phone though, I saw the text was from Jason. 




My Boy Pt. 05



I know about you and Jesse. We need to talk.



My Boy Toy...



I walked into the bar, tired and wore out from a long week at work. I wasn't in the mood to see anyone or even talk to anyone, just swallow a few stiff drinks and then head home to pass out. Work was still calling my name and that meant no rest because I had to be at the office through the weekend.

I turned plenty of heads as I walked into the dimly lit room wearing a black pencil skirt that hugged my round ass and shapely hips. My legs looked phenomenal wearing the four inch heels and my white button up blouse was tight, hugging my large tits, a few buttons undone to let them breathe after a long and grueling day. I let my black hair down, the curls cascading over my back and shoulders, just long enough to tickle my ass when I was naked.

The bar was fairly empty, a few older gentleman sitting around it drowning their sorrows in a glass of beer. There was a table off in the corner that held a few young rowdy guys, obviously there to watch the UFC match. I didn't look at anyone as I took a stool at the bar, away from everyone and pushed back into the corner.

I ordered my beer and began scrolling through the work emails on my phone. few of the older men approached me, offering to buy a drink for me or asking if I had anyone joining me so that they could. I brushed them all off, too weak and timid for me. I wanted someone who would take what he wanted, to be in control and would make me beg to get fucked.

The crowd of boys in the corner grew louder as their favorite fighter took the cage. I glanced over there to see a young man I knew several years back. He was a friend of my son's when we lived in a different neighborhood. He was cute as a teenager but had grown into a very handsome young man. I was old enough to be his mother so I didn't bother waving or saying anything to him, leaving him to be with his young friends and enjoy his evening. 

Someone from his group came up to the bar, a few spaces away from me to get a refill on their beer. I looked over to catch him staring at my cleavage. I didn't blame him, I would stare too. My tits are amazing and they begged for attention when I wasn't forced to dress demurely for work. I let out a soft chuckle, my globes bouncing against the white shirt. He gave me a wink and took the pitcher of beer back to the table of guys. I didn't have to look after him to know that he was telling the guys about the great rack sitting at the bar.

A few minutes later and Ron was next to me. 

"Long time no see!" He said as he took the stool next to me.

"Indeed. How are you doing?" I asked, looking up at the television.

"Great, I have been great. I have a daughter now."

"Wow! You are way too young to be having kids!" I was only teasing him, I knew that he was over 21 and I was no fool, having kids myself, that they start out at an earlier age now. It kinda saddened me to think i was now old enough to be a grandma.

"I may be young but I know how to fuck." He then gave me a wink and leaned into me. I wasn't sure where he was going with this and I wasn't sure where I wanted to take it. He was very handsome, enough so that my panties grew wet as I looked at him. I was curious to see how he was in bed but my mind kept telling me, over and over again, that he was just a boy. I knew I could handle him but I wondered if he was like most boys, hit it and quit it without worrying about whether the girl got off too. As if he was reading my mind he added, "I would rock your world and have you begging for more."

I looked over at him, my left hand moving under the bar to rest on his thigh as I turned a little to face him. My shirt had opened a little wider, my white lace bra visible for him to check out. I leaned in a whispered, "then by all means, make me beg."

He was off of the stool in a flash, telling his friends he was outta there and taking my hand to pull me out of the bar. He jumped into his truck and I into my car, following him out of the parking lot and asking myself what in the hell I was doing. I should turn around, go home and get into bed. This kid was young but oh the things I could do to him.

We pulled into the parking lot of his apartments and he came over to my car, opening my door and holding his hand out to help me. I followed him up the stairs as we chatted about things, catching up on the past 8 years since I saw him last. I was beginning to wonder if he was having second thoughts since he hadn't touched me or anything. 

All of that changed as soon as his front door closed. He pushed me against the door, his leg kicking my feet apart and his hands grabbing my thighs, sliding up and pulling my skirt along with them. His lips pressed against mine and my heart began racing. He pressed his hard cock against me and I groaned softly, my pussy aching to feel it inside. I slid a hand up his shirt and felt his chest, lightly raking my nails over his skin.

He slid a hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing hard against my pussy, my panties soaked in my own juices.

"Damn... you are so fucking wet," he moaned into my ear as his lips traveled over my neck. 

"I am. What do you think you should do about it?"

"I am going to taste that sweet pussy, that's what I am going to do."

He pulled away from me and dropped to his knees, lifting my skirt to my waist and pulling my panties down, slipping them off of each foot. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, my scent filling his nostrils before he shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, just long enough for me to pull. He lifted my left leg and placed it over his shoulder, his fingers sliding over my smooth, wet lips before spreading them to rub against my hard clit. 

I couldn't help but tremble a little. He was taking his time, in no hurry to get me off or himself for that matter. He seemed to be inspecting me, as if he was trying to memorize every bare inch of my flesh. I watched as he licked his lips, two fingers sliding into my wet hole. He hooked them, curving them so he was rubbing against my g spot. He began thrusting, my fingers tangling in his hair to keep from dropping to my knees. 

I pulled his hair and shoved his face into my pussy. He wasted no time, his tongue flicking my clit until I cried out as the first orgasm ripped through me. He wrapped his lips around me, sucking on my clit as his fingers pressed against my g spot, my legs went weak and shaky. He brought me to a second orgasm in a matter of seconds. 

I pulled his hair again, yanking his head back to see his face glistening with my juices. Holding his hand up, coated in my cream, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. I told him to get up and then I pushed against him, urging him backwards until he fell on the couch. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt, his own hands moving to help free his now throbbing cock.

I moaned as he pulled out his velvet shaft. It was long and thick and held a sweet little pearl of pre-cum on the tip of the engorged head. He began to lace his fingers in my hair as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. The second I felt him push on my head, I let go of his cock and grabbed his hands, placing them on the couch next to him. After telling him that he wasn't allowed to move, I grabbed his cock again and brought the tip to my lips.

I slipped my tongue out, licking the little pearl before teasing the slit and then sliding all of the way down his length. I felt his vein pulsing along the underside of his cock. My tongue swirled around his balls, my mouth sucking them in and licking them gently, one and then the other while my hand slid up and down his cock. 

I pulled away and told him to slide his pants off. He lifted his ass from the couch and I helped pull, throwing them onto the floor and making a mental note to grab my panties before heading home. I then returned to his cock, my lips wrapping around it and sucking it deep into my throat while my hands rubbed his balls. I took his entire length into my mouth, stopping at the base of his cock and slipping my tongue out to tease his balls. He was now growling, his balls growing heavy and tightening as his orgasm built up.

I slid back up, sucking on the head of his cock for a moment before releasing him with an audible pop. Saliva ran my my lips to his cock and I smiled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he became desperate for release. I kissed his stomach and then licked the length of his cock, rounding the head and then licking the underside. I licked and sucked on his balls, stroking his shaft again before finally taking my tongue and teasing his asshole. He was now begging to cum.

I stood, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the floor. I then removed the skirt, throwing it as well. The only thing I had left was my bra and he leaned forward ripping the lace down to free my large tits. His hands began grabbing them, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He took them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard tips and then biting them with his teeth. I climbed onto the couch while he continued lavishing my large tits with attention.

I straddled his body, my hand reaching down and guiding his cock into my wet hole. I slid down slowly, adjusting to his girth as he filled my tight pussy. Once he was all of the way in, his pubic hair tickling my smooth lips, I began grinding my hips in circles, his cock hitting every inch inside of me. He was sucking hard on my tits, one hand now cupping my ass as I began bouncing up and down on his cock.

I rode him hard and fast, my clit rubbing against him when I pushed down, his cock pressing against my cervix. My nails dug into his chest and sweat dripped down my body, orgasm after orgasm coursing through me but I had to stop. It was time to get fucked.

I slid up, his cock falling out of my pussy. He went to ask me why I stopped and I put my fingers to his lips to quiet him. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch. He stood there watching as I bent over it.

"Now... let's see what you have. I want you to fuck me." I growled at him.

He moved quickly, stepping behind me. He ran his hands over my round ass, rubbing it and squeezing it before giving it a few playful smacks to watch it bounce. I arched my back and pressed against him, his thick cock teasing my pussy as he continued playing with my ass.

"Are you going to fuck me or play? I have shit to do at home."

"Oh baby, I am going to fuck you!"

He grabbed his cock and pushed it into my dripping hole, shoving it in hard and deep. I pushed back, reaching under to play with his balls. He began slamming into me, his nuts smacking against my clit as he finally began fucking me. He growled as his cock pounding my tight pussy.

"Oh God yes!! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me so fucking hard!" I screamed out as he continued drilling my cunt. My head banged into the back of the couch while my tits swayed beneath me. I rubbed my clit, my fingers moving frantically over the hard bud as he pounded me, orgasm after orgasm coursing through me, I was dripping onto his couch and I didn't give a shit.

He reached forward and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. He smacked my ass with his other hand as he spoke to me. 

"You like this dick, baby?"

"God yes! Fuck me harder!"

"Such a filthy cock slut, aren't you?"

He fucked me good and hard for almost an hour, laying me on the couch and pinning my knees next to my ears. His cock drove deep and hard, banging against my cervix as if he could create a new opening to go deeper. I clawed at his young body and bit into his shoulder. He smacked my tits between thrusts and called me filthy names and the orgasms kept coming.

"I need to cum..." he cried out, his cock pulsing inside of my gripping cunt. He was asking me where, where I wanted him to cum.

"Fill me, I am fixed and can't have any more babies, fill my pussy with your cum!"

He drilled me deep and hard a few more times and then shoved in as far as he could go, stopping there as his cock exploded and I felt him shoot inside of me. His cock spewed jet after jet of thick cream into me, filling my cunt with his seed. I tightened around him, gripping him and milking him for every fucking drop. Spent and exhausted, he pulled out of my pussy, his cock deflating quickly. He fell back on the couch and tried to catch his breath.

I slid off and moved over, throwing a leg over the couch and placing my pussy directly over his young and gorgeous face. The first string of pearly white goo began to drip out of my pussy and I ordered him to open his mouth. He looked shocked, unable to process what I was telling him. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up until his lips were on my cunt and I ordered him to suck. 

"Suck your cum from my pussy and don't swallow."

He was a good boy, his lips latching on as his tongue slipped in and he sucked and scooped his cream from my cunt. I came again, my juices mixing with his. When he had enough, I moved off of him, bending over and kissing him. His tongue pushed the cream into my mouth and I swallowed it, loving the taste of his cum. I kissed him until it was all gone and then I kissed him once more, a simple and sweet good night kiss as I grabbed my clothes, throwing them on quickly before leaving his cute little apartment.

*****

Please forgive the grammatical errors, if any. I love that so many people are reading my stories and for those of you in love with Mrs. Ava, she may be back. I had to take a break for a bit. I love writing special requests so please feel free to email me if there is something you would like me to write for you. I do read each and every email and love the wonderful things you say! Thanks for giving me so much of your time!!



My Boyfriend



I have been seeing my boyfriend Billy for about 4 years now and it is no exaggeration when I say that we are just as much in love if not more as we were in the beginning. Billy is 35 years old, 5'11" with brown hair about shoulder length and gorgeous brown eyes. He has an average build, is very strong and just looking at his ass drives me wild.

I've always been pretty much unsatisfied my whole life and could never find a man that satisfied my every desire. When Billy and I first met there was an instant connection. We could talk about anything, our feelings, our dreams & our fantasies. We became best friends. We could talk for hours over coffee and never get bored. Time flies so fast when we are together. I just can't get enough time with him. We were friends for a couple of months before we became intimate together but it was well worth the wait. Billy and I love to take walks on the beach, cuddle, listen to the ocean waves and look at the stars. He sings to me, and he tells me all of the things he wants to do and places he wants to go with me. He is my best friend and the man of my dreams. 

He is also very dedicated to me and would go out of his way to make me happy. Billy and I are very sexual and we share all of our secrets with each other. Before I met Billy I masturbated and fantasized often about several different scenarios in order to satisfy my self, it was very difficult for me to have an orgasm any other way. 

One of our first sexual experiences Billy took me by surprise and as he kissed my lips and played with my nipples he whispered to me in a soft voice everything he was doing to me and everything he wanted to do to me. I've never been talked to before during sex and I found this to be very exciting. He loves to please a woman and he definitely knows how. 

He worked his way down to my inner thighs and kissed them making me anticipate his tongue on my clit but he was just teasing me and my pussy started to twinge with excitement. I couldn't wait to feel him penetrate me. He has a really nice cock, it is about 7 inches in length and the more excited he gets the thicker his cock swells to accommodate my moist pussy. I quickly learned what it was like to cum all over a man's cock. I always wanted to know what it felt like and he satisfied my curiosity. 

In an upright position he spread my legs, him being so excited the tip of his cock was swollen and in a quick forward thrust he penetrated me holding my legs straight up in the air as he sat straight up on the bed he began to fuck me faster than I've ever been fucked. His swollen mushroom rubbed against my clit from the inside with every quick thrust. My eyes widened in disbelief as I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, Billy felt it too and figured he'd add a little something to send me over the edge. He whispered just a couple of words as he reached over and played with my nipples asking me to cum for him and I lost control of my whole body. My pussy clamped down on his cock that swelled even more than before and I lost it. He made me feel something I never felt before that no man could ever make me feel. 

He completes me and he only deserves the best. One day I decided I was going to do something for Billy that I never would even think of doing for any other man I've been with. I wanted to excite him and give him an experience he never had just as he did for me. I placed an ad on the Internet seeking a woman to join my man and me for an evening of pleasure. The idea of exciting him and watching him do to another woman what he does to me made me horny every time I thought about what I was going to do. 

Even though this was one of Billy's fantasies he was the type that had difficulty being with a woman he didn't have feelings for so I knew I would have my work cut out for me. I was very particular about the woman I chose for this experience and when she answered my ad I knew she was the one. Her name was Lisa, she was 5'3" Long Blonde Hair, very cute facial expressions. She had large breast, which Billy likes, and she told me she was very little down below and asked me if I knew what she meant. I knew that meant she was tight and that turned me on beyond belief. I couldn't wait to watch him penetrate her tight hole with his swollen mushroom and make her scream. 

Lisa and me got together for a drink to talk about our plan. I was to tell Billy I reserved a room for us with a Jacuzzi for a romantic evening and Lisa was to meet me there at 10:00PM. I thought of tieing Billy up to the bed and blindfolding him so that he wouldn't know what was going to happen to him. On the morning I reserved the room they gave me two keys, one of which I dropped off to Lisa and reminded her when she arrived later to enter the room quietly. Billy and I started out having dinner and a drink. I was already wet just thinking about what was going to happen. During dinner I teased Billy from across the table by telling him I wasn't wearing any underwear and showing him my hard nipples that were protruding through my blouse. From across the table I placed my foot between his legs to feel his cock bulging through his pants. I knew then it was time to get started. 

We arrived at the hotel about 9:00PM. Billy couldn't keep his hands off me even in the hallway before we entered the room he had his hands wrapped around me feeling my ripe nipples under my blouse. I went over to the Jacuzzi and filling it up and I told Billy to strip for me. I had brought a little radio and put on the 80's hits they played every weekend. They were playing all of the songs we grew up with. Billy took off his pants and sticking out of his underwear was the throbbing head of his dick. As he moved in a sexual way for me he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He drives me crazy when he does that. 

We were both completely nude and sat beside each other in the jacuzzi. I was so horny and I couldn't wait to excite my man the way he has always done for me. Billy and I kissed and he worked his way down to my nipples sucking on them like a baby nursing on his mommy's nipples. Mommy loves the way you suck her tits, I exclaimed as I looked into his eyes and reached down for his aching cock. Do you want Mommy to play with you? Hmmm? Billy's erection stiffened even harder when he felt my handwrap around his cock. I kept on stroking him lightly from the tip of his head and down underneath his swelling balls. I smiled at him and looked into his eyes as he played with my erect nipples. He loves when my tits get hard and wrinkled around the nipple. 

Ohhh Do you like the way mommy plays with your cock baby? His cock was sticking out of the water now and he was getting wet. The pre-cum oozed out of his cock and made my mouth water. He tastes so good and I bent over to suck the clear fluid out of his mushroom. Billy was looking down at my ass and started to play with my tiny hole and worked his way down to my hanging pussy lips. Do you like playing with me and driving me crazy Billy? Mommy is going to punish you and give you a taste of your own medicine. I told him to stop playing with me and I stood up in front of him exposing my pussy to him. As I spread my lips open a stream of wetness flowed down my legs. Do you like my pussy Baby? Ohh yes, Billy said. 

I turned around and bent over to stick my moist cunt in his face and demanded he lick up every drop of moisture dripping from my hole. Billy did as I asked and after he was finished licking it all up I realized it was getting close to that time and told him to dry off and come over to the bed with me.

Billy exclaimed that he loves the taste of my pussy and wanted me to sit on his face. I told him that if he wanted to taste my pussy he would have to do everything I tell him to do and he agreed. I sat up next to Billy and asked him to play with his cock for me. While he played with his swollen cock he asked me if I could suck him off. Not yet Billy and I reached for the rope I had placed in my bag. 

I proceeded to tie Billy's hands & legs to the bed post and tied a scarf around his head to cover his eyes. Billy loves to be tied down and blindfolded and his cock grew another inch anticipating what I was going to do to him next. I reached out and lightly caressed his dick with the palm of my hand and Billy let out a loud groan. Ohhh you like when I stroke you this way baby? Yeees Baby? Billy said. 

At this time Lisa arrived right on schedule and she slowly and quietly entered the room. She undressed and sat in the chair alongside the bed and watched as I teased my man. I started to jerk him off with my hand tightly wrapped around his cock and made his head swell up in my hand as I pulled down on his cock. How about this way baby? Do you like when I stroke you like this? He screamed and told me I was going to make him lose it. Shhhh Billy I said. You are not allowed to cum yet. 

I looked behind me and noticed that Lisa spread her legs out on each arm of the chair and started to massage her clit with her pussy spread wide open I could see her pussy was dripping with moisture just like mine. I didn't want to leave her out of the mix for too much longer and I reached over kissed her nipples taking my finger and slid it into her wet & sticky hole. I couldn't believe the tighteness that I felt wrapped around my finger. She really was tight. So tight I could barely penetrate her with my finger without a struggle. Lisa tried hard not to moan. And all I could think about is how my man is going to make her scream. 

I moved back over to my Baby and started to stroke his cock again with a more gentle gliding motion asked him if he would like me to suck him off now? Ohhh yes please suck my cock. Are you going to do what I tell you to do?Hmmm? Ye es baby, he exclaimed. At that I bent over and took his member into my mouth. I was so excited I couldn't get his cock deep enough into my throat. I reached under his balls and started to stroke them and I felt Billy's balls tighten & Swell in my hand. Oh yeh you really like that baby don't you. You like when I suck your fucking cock! Billy groaned with pleasure and I could see that Lisa was ready to participate as the chair was now sopping wet. 

I motioned to Lisa to take my place and I could tell she was a fast learner as she started stroking his cock with the same method as mine. Lisa cautiously took his enlarge head into her little mouth and sucked the pre-cum from the tip this must have made her excited as a stream of liquid dripped out of her pussy onto the bed. I watched as she sucked my man's cock and bent over behind her to taste her. She tasted so good I couldn't wait to let my man have his turn. She started to moan with his cock in her mouth and I knew that she couldn't keep quiet any longer so I gently grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head in order to ask Billy with my head right next to Lisa's if he wants to feel my tight little pussy wrapped around his cock now. 

Billy pleaded with me to sit on his aching prick and I motioned to Lisa to do the honors. At this point his cock was dripping down the sides and a bright red color. His cock was hot and wet and ultra sensitive. Lisa wrapped her long sexy legs around him and I watched in disbelief as she pressed her pussy lips against the tip of his cock. Billy moaned with anticipation and the next thing I knew his cock had broken through her wet & sticky hole. The head was in.

AWWWHHHHHH!! Lisa moaned with excitement and Billy was silent. Baby? Billy exclaimed. And as I reached out and fondled his balls I said It is ok baby I decided to give Lisa here a shot at your cock. Just relax baby, remember you said you would do what I tell you to do. Let the Bitch fuck you with her little fucking cunt and I want to watch. C'mon Billy Push! Break that pussy open for me. Make her scream! B But Baaby? 

No buts I said and I climbed up to remove the blindfold from his eyes. I looked into his eyes with a look of approval and gave him a kiss, it's ok baby. I want to watch this bitch ride you and then I want to see you give it to her good. You still want to suck me off don't you baby as I bent over and stuck my wet lips in his face. OH YES. Well then you do what I say! I motioned to Lisa to continue what she was doing. 

I showed Billy Lisa's nipples and I started to lick them and asked him if he wanted a turn? I took Lisa by the hair again and slowly lowered her down on his cock sticking her nipples in his face. Billy's mushroom broke through and Lisa moaned as she felt his cock penetrate her deeper. Oh my God His cock feels so fucking good! She screamed. Suck her nipples Billy show her how good you are. Billy sucked up one of her nipples into his mouth and proceeded to suck and lick them like he does to me. That pussy feels good doesn't it Billy? It's ok you can tell me, let it out baby. 

Billy went crazy, and let out a groan, he started to thrust forward helping his cock fall in deeper . That's right Baby give her your whole cock. I leaned over to stroke his balls and then bent down to lick them. I watched his cock thrust in and out of her hole and got extremely excited just looking at the fluids that dripped out of both of them. Billy's balls tightened and I heard Lisa yell. His cock must have swelled at the thought of me licking his balls while Lisa's tight little pussy squeezed his cock. I stood up to see a look of disbelief on both of their faces and this excited me very much. 

I couldn't wait to turn them both loose on me. Iwasn't going give neither of them any relief until I was good and ready. Lisa get off his cock! When she dismounted his cock was dripping with pre-cum and Lisa's wetness. I made both of them watch me suck his cock. Billy groaned at the feeling of his cock going down my throat. Lisa started to rub her clit as she watched. Ohhh you like his prick don't you. Do you want to cum all over it Lisa? Lisa begged me to let her have some relief but I told her she would have to wait. As I sucked on his cock I motioned to Lisa to bend over in front of him so he could have a look at her pussy. Her pussy was very petite, with a patch of blonde hair on top and I told Billy to finger the Bitch. Billy slid his finger into her pussy and her pussy was so wet I heard the sound of moisture as his finger slid in and out. Lisa moaned and Billy Groaned as I grabbed his cock and pulled down on the bottom exposing his swollen mushroom, licking it with the tip of my tongue I asked Billy if he wanted to taste her pussy and lick her hardened clit. 

Billy hesitated and I bend over and my hips swayed in front of him, spreading my lips as I asked him if he wanted my pussy? He begged me to sit on his cock and I told him he would have to let Lisa sit on his face if he wanted my pussy. Billy nodded and Lisa sat down on his face facing towards me. I proceeded to mount him and asked him if he was sure he wanted me. His voice muffled from Lisa's pussy he tried as best he could to plead with me. OHHH BAABy PLEASE. In a soft voice I told Billy "ok since you've been a good boy and kept your promise to Mommy and I slid his cock deep inside me. Taking every inch of his anticipating cock. He was so swollen and ripe and my pussy so sensitive that I knew Iwas going to lose it if I kept this up for too much longer. 

Lisa couldn't take anymore and she cried to me that she was going to cum. Ohh you are going to cum Bitch? I then leaned over and started to lick her clit as he sucked the juices out of her hole. AHHHH YEEHHH! Lisa Shouted. You want us to make you cum Bitch? Lisa screamed YES! And I told her not just yet and told Billy to stop sucking her. I was so excited and started to fuck Billy as fast as I could. I motioned to Lisa to cum behind me and lick my juices that were dripping off of his balls. Lisa did as I asked and Billy exclaimed, BAAAAAABBYYY! HOLY SHIT! I'M GOING TO FUCKING LOSE IT! Instantly I stopped what I was doing and asked Billy if he was ready to taste my pussy now. Billy begged me to sit on his face. 

I climbed up over Billy and spread my legs easing my clit into his mouth and as soon as I felt his tongue on my hole I knew I was going to fill his mouth up with my cum. Without me having to ask, Lisa bent down and started deep throating his cock and jerking him off. I watched her do this to my man and make him squirm. I knew Billy wouldn't let himself cum unless I told him he could. She went off like a madwoman all over his cock, sucking him, licking him, jerking him and licking his balls and ass. She lifted his one leg slightly in order to massage his asshole with the tip of her finger.

OH HO HO HO GODDDD! I couldn't take it anymore and I proceeded to untie Billy. You like what she is doing Billy? Do you want to teach her a lesson for teasing you? Hmmmm Billy? Show her what an animal you can be. Billy looked at me and I said go on do it! Do it for Mommy. Mommy going to cum on your face or give you relief unless you do what I say. I told Lisa to get on her back and Propped her ass up on a pillow, I wrapped the rope around her thighs and tied her legs up and open to each side of the bed, I then leaned over to taste her as I looked at Billy told him to make this Bitch erupt all over his cock. I pulled open her pussy lips and told Billy to fuck her tight wet pussy. Lisa squirmed with anticipation and I stood up in back of Billy grabbing his ass and pushed him towards her. 

Billy was giving me a bit of a hard time as he really wanted to fuck me so bad but I spanked his ass and told him to do what I say or I would leave his cock hanging with anticipation with no relief. I reached down and cupped his balls in my hand and told him Now do what Mommy said. Billy gave in and slid his cock into her pussy and by the look on his face I could tell her pussy was making him feel really good. Cmon Billy tell Mommy how good it feels and Billy let out a loud groan, go ahead Billy don't be shy fuck her like a rabbit let me watch you make her cum all over you. 

I gently stroked his balls and then Billy let loose. He positioned him self so he could get in as deep as possible and sat up lifting up her ass with his hands he rammed his cock deep inside her and Lisa Screamed just as I thought she would. Billy fucked her full speed and sent her body trembling. That's a good boy Billy. Lisa's face became distorted as well as Billy's, Both of them screaming with pleasure and Billy told me he couldn't hold it in any longer. I told him to just hold out a little longer and Billy slowed his pace a little bit. I worked my way around and stood up above Lisa with my pussy perfectly aligned with Billy's face and told him to make Mommy and Lisa cum for him. OHHHHH ok baby, Billy panted.

Billy grabbed her ass and fucked her like a rabbit as he sucked my pussy and I wrapped my arms around him looking at the look on his face and Lisa's screaming was driving me crazy. About to cum I heard Lisa cry out Oh my GOD! I am going to C CUM! She started to tremble and her breathing was frantic. Billy felt her pussy tighten up even tighter around his cock and his eyes widened. I leaned down and told him I love watching you fuck her as my pussy let out a warm gush of cum and sprayed all over his face. At that Lisa and Billy screamed as they tightened and swelled together and Billy filled her up with his cock. Billy always liked my nipples the best after I came so I then stuck my hard nipples in Billys face telling him to cum for us. Multiple orgasms hit both of them at the same time and they both trembled as every last drop of cum drained from their bodies. Looking down I saw both of their cum drip out of her. I couldn't wait to get my baby alone later so me and him could cum together.



My Boyfriend Always Cums Through



"Baby I want us to fuck a girl tonight." I purred to my boyfriend and pressed my sea salty body up against him in the shower. 

After a full day at the beach the heat from the Caribbean sun was trapped in my skin. He fondled my breasts that were also hot and tanned from going topless. We'd already fucked twice in the morning and here we were, at it again. This was our first chance to get away together since we started dating a year ago. We were starving for a vacation. 

"But it's only our second night, are you sure?" His cock had already started to swell against my belly. My boyfriend and I watch a lot of porn at home. The threesome clips were getting to him too. 

To show him I was sure I took his hard cock in my soapy hand and started to jerk him off, he slid his finger inside my pussy but he was too entranced by my hand job to move it much. My pussy needed more friction so I raised one leg onto the rim of the tub inviting him to fuck me. He slipped inside and we stood there in the shower full on fucking both of us watching his huge hard shaft wet humping my puffy red pussy lips. I could feel my orgasm mounting but I only meant for us to get excited.

"Don't cum!" I said it to myself as much as to him.

Well he had no intention of stopping but I pulled myself off him in time. I got him to agree to save it for later. We were headed to a popular local club known for throwing some wild parties. I wanted us to focus on getting dressed and out the door. 

We took a cab and drove up along the beach to large single-storey building with shaded by palm trees making it hard to see from the road. It was inset from the beach on a sprawling plot of land, no nearby neighbors to object to the noise. People were outside hanging and listening to the music. There was a line up to get in. Just as we lined up a sizeable group of young guys and girls, tourists looking to debauch, walked in off the beach. They probably just came from another party. 

The line moved slowly. Good thing we arrived ahead of that big crowd. Soon enough we were being channeled through a narrow hallway. We were crammed there waiting a half hour in line. We had almost reached the head of the line, I was really fed up of waiting so I used my thinness to my advantage and wriggled my way that last little bit. Finally I was able to slip inside, but my boyfriend was having a tougher time of it. I tried to help him dislodge when I got pushed aside by a group of sweaty half-naked party-goers that suddenly materialized wanting very much to leave. Soon they were butting heads with the throng of people waiting in the hallway. The entrance way was blocked from both sides. The club had one staff person stationed there on crowd control and he wasn't letting anyone through, he told people to be patient, someone would be there momentarily to let them out through a separate exit. 

Inside the club, the music throbbed and scantily clad girls with tanned nubile bodies writhed on the dance floor while people sat in couples or clusters at the various bars. I was dying for a mohito to get the fun started, where was my boyfriend! 

It was hard to make out exactly what was happening with the crowd obscuring my view. Too many bodies in too tiny a space, a gorgeous girl wearing her brown hair in clubby little pigtails all sweaty in a skimpy white bikini a little bit younger than me, maybe twenty-three. She was hopelessly sandwiched between my boyfriend and another guy, also younger, in his twenties, maybe a local I couldn't tell but he was tall and well built. They were very busy squirming to get loose. I wasn't sure that she was totally wasted but she definitely looked drunk and her bikini was wet and clingy from dancing and sweating so that I could plainly see her dark nipples under the tiny see-through triangles. I knew my horny 40-year-old boyfriend must have been enjoying his close proximity to such a hot young body.

She was facing my boyfriend with her magnificent tits busting out of her bikini top. He looked around for me and quickly found me a few feet away but temporarily separated by the impenetrable crowd, our eyes met and I mouthed, "Suck her tits" and gestured to him as discreetly as possible rubbing my nipples over my shirt. He smiled sardonically blew me a kiss and returned his attention to the jam he was in. 

The young hottie held onto him around hips to keep steady and I noticed his pants were bulging at the crotch. His earlier erection came back in full force and it poked her clit by accident. She wore nothing more than a tiny swatch of spandex there so she FELT it. The shock made her yelp but the loud beats pumping through the sound system swallowed all sound in there. 

She recoil her hips, and she grinded her ass into the other guy's crotch! That other guy, I must say, he took advantage of the situation. He rubbed is hands all over her ass, and he reached down between her legs slipped a finger into her cunt and fucked her with it! -- and when she didn't object he slipped his track shorts down only a little till the head of his cock and the top of the shaft stuck out. He aimed it right at her twat and stuck it in her from behind! 

Once his cock was in her it was hard to tell what was going on. He was pumping his hips but I couldn't exactly see penetration. Her eyes glazed over and her mouth slackened, and she stuck her ass out as far as she could. Obviously if she was moaning it was right into my boyfriend's ear. I can only imagine how badly my boyfriend wanted to fuck that girl then. I could hear a few of the people huddled around them shout "Whoa!" once they clued in that she was getting fucked right there in the doorway. Each time she would thrust her hips forward my boyfriend's cock had nowhere else to go but up against her pussy and oh was he dry humping her right back. He pulled off her bikini top and licked her nipples hungrily. He didn't care who watched, he would never see these people again. 

I must say it looked fucking dirty and it was making me horny as hell. It looked like she was getting basted from both ends not just one. She was bucking madly against the cock fucking her and my boyfriend's raging hard was rubbing her clit through his pants. Then my boyfriend pulled her bikini bottom to side and held it there fully exposing her shaved pussy. He couldn't stop himself at that point. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, it was as hard as I'd ever seen it. He was panting and grunting as he tried to stick it in her tight pussy while it was being fucked, and her pussy was so juicy and lubed up that the other guy's dick popped out for a second. My boyfriend took over grabbed her ass and fed his cock into her little fuck hole.

I could feel my own pussy throbbing naked under my loose cotton mini and I started myself rubbing it in time with their fucking. I tried to be inconspicuous about it but I needed relief and it would be so easy to slip my finger onto my clit right here and fucking make myself cum. Even better I wanted to get as close to them as possible so I could rub her clit and suck on her luscious nipples while my boyfriend had his cock in her. And play with his balls and watch him shoot his load all over her. 

The crowd let me through and I made a beeline to my boyfriend. The girl he was fucking now had both cocks in her pussy. Oh my god their cocks were rubbing against each other in tandem and her pussy was dripping wet. I've never had the pleasure of being fucked by two cocks at once so the sight mesmerized me. She was too tight to take both of them all the way; my boyfriend was in the better position to have more of his cock accommodated. I touched the base of my boyfriend's cock. He was covered in her juice. I moved my hand up her sopping slit to play with her clit, and then I licked her pussy while two horny cocks sloshed in and out of it.

More whoops and cheers from our audience, a couple of them were stroking and watching. He yanked down my low cut dress so he could look at my tits then he put his hand between my legs, him stroking my clit the girl fingering me. The guy behind her pulled his cock out of her pussy, pressed it against her tight asshole and grunted whiled he pushed it in. He pumped her tight asshole quite hard, yeah she looked liked she enjoyed getting fucked hard like that in the ass. And it was making me horny as hell too. She was bucking and moaning while the two of them drilled her and she kept fingering me so deeply she could push me over the edge with one stroke too many.

"Ugggh if you two keep doing that I'm going to cum all over you." 

"Yeah gimme your cum I want it all over me cum fucking cum!" 

I clenched my pussy around her finger. She kept pounding, the orgasm mounting from my clit and deep inside my cunt was too much to control.

One of the male spectators jerking off moved his cock in close and released his heavy load all over my pussy, a bit even squirted onto my boyfriend's cock. I looked around and saw a few other guys stroking vigorously. I looked at the precum on the tips and my pussy started to spasm. Oh my god I couldn't watch this anymore without exploding. I pushed down on her finger, worked the pressure on my clit and came really long and hard.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming! You're making me cum!" 

My boyfriend kept fucking her pussy hard, and the other guy kept ramming her ass, she was moaning then she grabbed her clit hoisted off my boyfriend but kept the cock in her ass. She humped her fingers tensed her body and a blast of her squirt shot out of her pussy all over my boyfriend while she held her clit. This triggered quite a reaction and both the guys unloaded immediately. My boyfriend jerking his cock in a mad frenzy shot a wad of cum into the stream of her squirt, the other guy pulled out in time to blast it all over her ass. The poor horny bastards jerking off mostly came on the floor.

As soon as the orgy was over, the crowd dispersed. The other guy took off right away, the girl was adjusting her top. My boyfriend asked to stay and join us for a drink. She couldn't though; all her friends were heading back to their resort. We chatted for a minute her friends called for her then she slipped outside and was gone.

"Whoa Baby, I need shower but first I need a drink." My boyfriend smiled as we surveyed our wet and disheveled selves.

"Good me too. A mohito please." And I reached over to give him a kiss then headed to the ladies room to freshen up. 



My Boyfriend & His Best Friend



Jeff watched Celina as she walked across the bar in her little pink sundress. Her long red hair flowed loosely, her long legs carried her gracefully, and her perky titties bounced with each step. He shook his head in frustration, and took another swig of his beer, hoping to drown out the dirty thoughts that he was having of his best friend's girl.

I smiled, when I saw Jeff checking me out, as I was walking towards the door to the patio. I felt my nipples harden, and I looked down, only to realize that they were quite visible through my tiny dress. 

It was a slow night at the club. Jeff is the head doorman / chief of security. His best friend Allan, my boyfriend, is one of the best doormen the bar has employed in quite some time. Of course, I am biased as I say that, but at 6'4" and 230lbs, he has the size and strength for the job. Also he's very intelligent, and he deals with problems very well. 

I've been with Allan for over 2 and half years. We met by chance through some friends and we hit it off wonderfully from the start. The sexual chemistry between us was more than intense. I was a virgin at the time, and always promised myself that I would be with someone for a long period of time before, I let them fuck my virgin pussy. With Allan, it was different, within a week; he was fucking my twat raw every night. I love his 7'5" inch cock. I love the taste of his cum. I love the feel of it in my pussy. I love the way it fills me up. To be honest, I love him a lot. Although lately, I've noticed a lot of sexual energy building between Jeff and I. 

"Hey Honey, what are we doing later tonight?" I asked, sitting down on his lap, and caressing his cheek with my lips. 

Allan looked back at me, and reminded me that Jeff was coming over for a bit. I smiled. It's a Sunday night, my boyfriend and Jeff weren't working, but decided to come in for a few beers and to chat with some of their co-workers anyway. 

Jeff joined Allan and me on the patio. He stood next to us, and I could smell his cologne. He smelled really nice, and looked great as well. He only stood at about 5'8", but he was athletic and very intelligent. He played football and hockey, and was in competitive swimming. He was going overseas with the military in the fall and I dreaded his departure. Tonight, he was dressed in jeans and a tight sweater that showed off his tight chest and abs. He was strong and had a very authoritative personality. I loved that about him. I often fantasized about him taking me hard and rough, ripping my clothes off and forcing himself inside my cunt. Just thinking about it, made my pussy wet. I wondered if either of the men could smell it. 

"Ready to get going?" Allan asked Jeff. I watched Jeff take his eyes off my thighs, and nod. My boyfriend picked me off his lap and put me back on my feet. I swayed a bit, as the rum I was drinking finally hit me. I was feeling a little tipsy, and both Jeff and Allan reached for my arms to help me. I laughed it off, and allowed them to help me back to the car. I got into the back seat of Jeff's little black sports car. Jeff drove since he only had a couple of drinks and was still sober. He turned up the music, and I could feel the base from the subs vibrating right through me. It caused my pussy to tingle, and I couldn't help but moan from it. I could see Jeff smirk at me from the rearview mirror. I blushed and took a deep breath. 

About 20 minutes later we arrived back at my boyfriend's house. It was an average size house, in a little community of about 15 000 people. He had inherited the house when he was just 18, after his father passed away in a car accident. Now at twenty two, he was hoping that I would move in with him, but I, having just turned twenty, was still happy living with my father. I didn't quite feel ready to move in, simply because it was cheaper to be at home, especially since I was going into my 2nd year of college.

I attempted to step out of the backseat of the car, when Jeff once again grabbed my hand to help me. I giggled and thanked him. "I think I can manage to make it up the driveway on my own, thanks." He squeezed my hand, and headed up the drive with Allan. We walked in and the first thing I did was pull out a couple bottles of wine I had chilling in the fridge. 

"Honey, Jeff, do either of you want a glass?" 

"Sure!" Allan responded as he came up behind me. 

"Yea, I'll take one to." Jeff said.

Allan pressed his body against me and I groaned as I felt his bulge press against my ass. I was so horny, and the feeling of his chubby up against me was just making it worse. He helped me poor the glasses then we went into the living room and threw on the tv. It was after midnight, and several channels were airing softcore porn. We left it on one, and the men occupied themselves with a first person shooter game on the computer. I spent my time watching them play the game, picking up empty beer bottles and watching the porn.

"Celina, my girl, would you be able to refill our glasses for us." Allan looked at me sweetly. 

I looked back with a grin; "What will I get in return boys?" 

Jeff looked at Allan and said "You'll get a nice big surprise from the both of us, if you can handle it." 

I knew right then that Allan was feeling a little drunk, cause under any normal circumstance he would of decked Jeff for suggesting anything like that. I figured it might be a good night to take advantage of that fact, and I quickly went to get the bottle so I could refill the glasses. They drank up. I was getting a little bored, so I lit a fire in the fireplace and turned the volume down on the tv, then turned up some music. I began to dance by myself. Swaying my hips and running my hands up and down my body. I swished my hair around and even from time to time touched myself. I noticed the boys were no longer playing there game. Instead they watched me. The exhibitionist in me came out and I began to let the straps of my dress slide down. Allan stood up and grabbed a hold of me.

"Woah there baby girl!" But he grabbed me and began to grind his hips into mine. 

I moaned and slid my hands up my thighs, pulling the dress up to reveal my pretty lace panties. Jeff watched as Allan brought one hand down the front of my dress, and fondled my left tit, pinching my nipple. I closed my eyes, as his other hand drifted in between my thighs. A small wet spot was forming on the crotch of my panties. The entire room filled up with the smell of my wetness. 

"Mmmm, I'm getting really wet, honey..." I moaned, and then opened my eyes, to look at Jeff. He sat there, staring at me. A huge bulge formed in his jeans. I knew he had a woody, and I could tell that it was big. 

He looked up into my eyes, and uttered, "Allan, is Celina as good as you say she is?" 

"You bet, why honey, why don't you go and give Jeff a little sample?" Allan let go of me and watched as I made my way to his best friend. I sat down on his lap, and kissed him from his neck to his lips. He moaned, and went to touch my breasts. I stopped him and told him to be good. I got off of him and went on my knees in front of him. 

I asked him in a sweet voice; "Do you like the way it feels when a pretty girls puts your cock in her mouth?" 

He looked at me and smiled; "Oh yea baby girl!" I slowly unzipped his jeans and whipped out his hard on. I rubbed my face against his shaved balls, and took one in my mouth, then the other. 

I couldn't believe what happened next; Allan came from behind me and picked me up. He threw me on the couch and looked at Jeff; "Take her, she wants it!" I glanced at Jeff, and saw him coming towards me. He leaned over me and literally ripped off my dress. I lay there naked, wearing only my panties, and ripped those off next.

"So you want it you little whore?" Allan held my hands down over my head, and Jeff forced my legs apart. I was so turned on, so horny, and it showed. My shaved pussy was glistening with my juices. 

"See this massive cock? It's going into your cunt, and I'm gonna force it in so hard, your gonna have tears in your eyes, and your gonna beg me to stop." He then kneeled, and brought my legs up tilting my twat towards his dick. Allan forced my arms up so hard it hurt, and I cried out as Jeff's dick rammed into me. It felt so good, but even though I was wet and wanting, it did hurt. I moaned, as he fucked my pussy. He started good and hard and he didn't let up. I couldn't believe he was able to keep fucking me at this rate with out cumming. 

"You little whore! Al, give her what she deserves!" With that, my boyfriend grabbed my hair, and then slapped me across the face. I cried out, and looked up at him, as he flopped his dick out and forced it down my throat. They were right, tears started to form in my eyes. 

"You skank, walking around in that little dress, teasing your boyfriend's best friend!" Jeff rammed his cock in and out, over and over again, as he yelled at me; "You can't just tease grown men like that bitch!" 

My pussy twitched, and pulsed, and I moaned and cried out loud. I felt my juices running down my thighs, as I came close to orgasm. Allan and Jeff both pulled out of me as I was going to cum, and then turned me over. Tears fell from my eyes, and I groaned. Allan lay down on the couch and pulled me on him, forcing me down on him. His cock impaled my soaking cunt, and I moaned. It felt so good. I began to ride him, when Jeff brought his dick up to my little asshole. He began to push it in. I moaned like a whore, it felt wonderful. Both giant dicks were filling me up. Jeff took me hard, and I moaned again, as I came close to coming. 

"Celina, my little slut..." Allan moaned and slapped me across the chest. I flinched, and I could feel his cock pulsate, and feel his hot cum squirt in me. 

Soon after Jeff pulled me up by my hair until he was breathing in my ear. He grunted; "Celina you little bitch, I want you to cum. NOW!" I moaned and he fucked my tight little asshole so hard, I cried out in pain, but I felt it building. Soon enough, I moaned, and I came. Cum squirted out all over the place. Jeff felt it all, and finally, his big cock penetrated me one more time, and soon he was cumming all over me. 

We cleaned up, and I sat there stunned. Then I turned and smiled to both of them. Allan took my hands and kissed my forehead and my cheek where he had slapped me. He asked if I enjoyed that, and I nodded my head. He kissed me again, and I smiled at Jeff, and mouthed the words "thank you."



My Boyfriend Hasn't Stopped Smiling



Sheri,

Sorry I didn't call you back last night. My mouth was...busy.

Last night was intense! My head is still spinning a bit but let me see if I can remember everything that happened.

Do you remember Amber Johnson from High School? She was going to be in town this weekend for a job interview, and since we haven't seen each other since high school, we thought it would be a great idea to get together and have dinner. It would be a good opportunity to catch up and introduce our boyfriends.

We had always kept in contact through college, and even though we follow each other on social media, we thought it would be fun to get together in person. We made arrangements to meet at our house, and then we were going to go to that new sushi restaurant on 6th. We figured we could pre-drink, and then walk to dinner, and then maybe go out dancing or something after that.

I don't know if you've seen Amber lately, but she is really hot. Her freshman year of college, she started to have some serious health problems so she totally changed her life. She dumped her loser, asshole boyfriend, Kevin. I KNOW you remember him because he was the one that grabbed your tits in front of the entire school at that pep rally. He was such a douche.

Anyway, she also started to eat right and exercise. She lost some weight and just started to really take care of herself. She started dating a really nice guy that spoils her and loves her to death and now she looks and feels amazing. She gave me a few recipes for some smoothies that I am going to start drinking. You should start to drink them too.

So they came over and she introduced us to her boyfriend, Matt. I introduced her to my sweet boyfriend, Jeff. Matt and Jeff got along really well all night. They both love sports and technology so they quickly became friends and they both contributed to the conversation. I was really happy they got along so well. If Amber gets the job here, I was thinking they could stay in our basement until they get on our feet.

After last night, I REALLY hope she gets the job.

Before they arrived, Jeff and I had a little tiff. He wanted to wear shorts and a t-shirt but I wanted him to dress a little nicer. I know it was hot, but you don't have to dress like a bum when you're going to meet people! I love my Jeff but sometimes, based on his clothing, I wonder if he secretly wants to live on the streets. I made him put on a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt.

He said if he had to dress nice, than I had to wear his favorite dress. At least then he would be able to lust over me all night. I figure that was fair so I wore the black and white dress with the zig-zags on it. It's the same dress that I wore to your backyard party a few weeks ago.

Well, after we left your party, we came home and Jeff parked in the garage. I thought it was kind of odd because he never parks in the garage. I got out of the car and walked to the trunk and hopped up on it. I slowly spread my legs and touched myself, and then I slowly gave him a strip tease while he stood there, in shock, holding the handle to the garage door. Every since then, the dress I wore that night is now his new favorite!

Unfortunately, my Jeff but he isn't very adventurous in the bedroom. If I don't suggest something new, or seduce him into doing it, he definitely won't experiment or branch out from the usual. He was really surprised the first time I told him I wanted him to take me doggie-style. I think his very religious upbringing just makes him very reserved.

Anyway, I finally got Jeff to put on something nice and I was grateful. When Matt and Amber arrived, they were both dressed very nice. I was impressed with how well Matt dressed and hopefully Jeff will want to dress more like Matt if they start hanging out together.

Amber was in this really cute, short, dress. I thought it was adorable because it had a print tiny sharks. There were plenty of jokes about Shark Week.

It was so funny when Jeff made a joke that she couldn't wear that dress when she was on her period or else it would attack her and she wouldn't be able to get it off. I didn't know how Matt would take it but I was relieved when he not only laughed, but joined in and made fun of Jeff's shoes. I know Jeff can sometimes be offensive around people that are too sensitive so I was happy we could all just laugh and have a good time.

I'm sure the alcohol helped. We were all starving but our reservations weren't for another two hours so we MAY have been enjoying the huge batch of Sangria I made earlier in the day.

On Thursday, Jeff and I cleaned up the back yard because we wanted to entertain on the patio. We decided we would sit out on the patio, have some refreshments, and let everyone get to know each other before going to dinner. That was the plan, but it was ridiculously hot yesterday so we just ended up sitting inside. Because it was so hot, we ended up drinking WAY more Sangria than we should have.

At least it led to an amazing evening...

So everyone was sitting at the bar/island that I have in the kitchen and I was standing near the sink. Matt was sitting at the end of the island and he stood up to tell a story and his arm accidentally knocked over his glass. Sangria went flying everywhere! He felt so, so bad. I tried to reassure him that it was OK but I could tell he was upset that he embarrassed Amber. I told Jeff to take Matt to the den and go relax I would clean it up. I didn't want Matt to feel bad.

So I kicked the boys out of my kitchen and I got out my cleaning supplies and I started to clean up the mess. Amber was very sweet and she came into the kitchen and started to help me. I handed her a rag, grabbed one for myself, and we started to wipe up the huge mess.

We wiped down the walls, and while I wiped down the lower cabinets, Amber wiped off the upper cabinets. We were laughing and talking about mundane things. She told me a story about Matt spilling a whole plate of spaghetti all over her dress at a wedding they attended together. We laughed and mocked our silly boys.

Then she turned her back to me and she went up on her tippy toes to wipe some of the Sangria off of the upper cabinets. I was still crouching down to wipe my delicious concoction off of the lower cabinets. I looked up to say something to her and I...I became speechless. Because I was down low, I could easily see her panties as she reached high up over her head.

It was extremely sexy.

I shouldn't have looked. I should have stopped looking. I should have looked away, but I just couldn't. I wanted to look at her cute butt as long as possible. She was wearing ordinary, black panties, but for some reason, I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. Maybe it was the way her blond hair floated down over her naked shoulders, or maybe it was because I was seeing something I shouldn't. Maybe it was all the Sangria, or maybe not...

Unfortunately, she finished wiping down the upper cabinets so she lowered her arms which lowered the bottom of her dress. She walked to the sink and rinsed out the rag she was using. As she stood near me, I had to fight with all of my self-control to not to turn and touch her long, tanned, toned leg.

She kicked off her shoes and she crouched down next to me so she could start wiping the deep red liquid off of the floor.

"Is Matt very adventurous?" I asked.

"Not really. I've tried to get him on amusement rides and he just plants his feet like a two year old. I'm surprised that he was willing to have sushi tonight," she replied.

I was trying to broach the subject without being too obvious. "No, I mean, is he adventurous in other ways?"

"Like?"

"Like in bed. I'm having a hard time getting Jeff to try new things."

"Matt is usually pretty open to new things. We've had sex outside and in his car. But don't have sex on the beach! Sand and lady bits don't mix!"

I laughed as playfully as I could and focused on the puddles of wine that had pulled under the cabinets. I looked over at Amber to see how much more wine we had to clean up, and because of the way she was crouching down, I could see right up her dress. Seeing her inner thighs made me audibly sigh.

"I'm really sorry! He is such a klutz!" Amber said, replying to my sigh.

"No! It's not that at all. I just..."

I shifted uneasily from one foot to another and shifted the rag from one hand to another.

"I'm just going to say this, but please don't judge me for it," I said hesitantly.

"I have an open mind, go ahead," she said reassuringly.

I peeked over the counter to make sure Jeff wasn't coming, and then I whispered, "I've always wanted to have a threesome, but never so much as when you and Matt came through the door. I find you both very attractive, but I don't think Jeff would go for it..."

She stopped mopping up the wine with her rag.

I continued, "I don't know if you...I just...I...I should shut up now." I stood and rinsed my rag out into the sink.

Amber stood up and came and stood next to me at the sink. Right next to me. Our arms were touching. She slowly rinsed out her rag as she whispered in return.

"Matt is jealous, so I don't think he would ever want to see me with another man.

"I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. I'm really sorry. Just forget I ever said-"

"But he has said that he would be fine watching me with another woman," Amber said slowly and confidently.

She then dropped her rag and slowly turned toward me and then she leaned in very, very close, paused, and then softly kissed my cheek. It made me weak in the knees and I exhaled heavily. I turned toward her and we wrapped our arms around one another and pulled each other close, and we kissed each other on the lips.

I've kissed other girls playfully in the past, but this kiss, this wasn't playful. This was amazing. Her warm, soft lips slid over mine as our breasts and bodies pressed closer and closer together. We stood there, kissing one another for a few minutes, and then I had a BRILLIANT idea.

I grabbed Amber by the hand and I pulled her into our bedroom and right into Jack's closet. I grabbed four of his belts and a couple of his ties. I handed half to Amber, whispered the plan into her ear, and then we moved quickly into the den.

Our den is long and narrow so we have it set up so the TV is at the far end of the room. We haven't done much with the room except we've added two large reclining chairs that Jack had in his apartment before we moved in together. We only use the den to watch movies and sports, so it just hasn't been a priority for us.

Of course, Jeff and Matt were exactly where we expected them to be, one in each recliner. Jeff was on the right, and Matt was on the left.

Amber and I walked up behind them and we put the belts around their arms and chest. We had fastened them together on the way to the den. We then pulled the belts tight and fastened them behind the chairs. Of course, they started asking us what we were doing, but we just ignored them. We knew they could get up if they really wanted to, but it was more symbolic than anything else. We just wanted them to stay in those recliners. We then moved in front of them and tied their feet together with a tie. There was no way to tie their hands down, so we just left them alone, but we were sure the guys were able to understand what we wanted.

Amber and I then walked in front of the TV, faced each other, embraced each other, and kissed. We kissed just as passionately as we had in the kitchen.

I was surprised how quickly the boys stopped protesting when they saw us kissing. They had to be in shock. In front of them was a beautiful blond and a pretty brunette, dressed sexy and kissing passionately. I'm sure they NEVER expected it. They just sat there in stunned silence.

I then turned the both of us so Amber's back was facing our boyfriends. I slowly lifted her dress in the back as I kissed her. I then looked over her shoulder.

"Dinner is cancelled boys. I saw this," I tapped her ass with my finger as I held up her dress, "and I just had to have it." We once again started to kiss.

Very, very slowly, as we kissed, I pulled Amber's dress up her sexy back and then up over her head. Her blond hair was messed up as I pulled the dress over her head, which made her look even more sexy. I looked down and realized she hadn't been wearing a bra all this time. Her gorgeous, naked breasts were now in front of me, begging to be touched. Her hard, perfect nipples were begging to be licked.

I placed my left hand on her right breast and softly massaged it as our lips caressed one another. Her soft, tender kisses were amazing. They were like candy, and I wanted to lick and suck on them for the rest of the day.

We slowly started to move down to the floor, first going down to our knees. As Amber laid down on her back, I unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head and threw it onto the floor. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.

If she was going to be topless, I wanted to be as well. I wanted to feel her breasts against mine. I wanted to feel her soft skin and feel her warmth.

I tossed my bra off and looked over at the boys. They were both sitting there, wide-eyes, looking forward to what was going to come next. Amber spread her legs before me and I slowly laid on top of her. As I kissed her, she took my face in her hands and she held me tenderly.

I couldn't get enough of her kisses. I started to writhe as I wanted more. Her soft, warm breasts felt magnificent under me. Her toned legs wrapped around me, just as I would do to Jeff. I reached back and rubbed her legs as she tightened them around me.

It wasn't enough. I needed more of her. I started to kiss down her chest, and then I softly licked her right nipple. I sucked softly, and then I carefully nibbled on it with my teeth, just the way Jeff does it to me. I loved how she moved her back as she tried to put more of her breast into my mouth...but I wasn't interested in her breasts.

Kissing further down, I started to feel the heat from her pussy. I kissed her tummy and then I kissed all the way straight down from her belly button, kissing slower and slower the closer I got to her slit. I then softly kissed her pussy lips, carefully pressing my lips against her sensitive skin. She spread her legs wide, allowing me to enjoy every inch of her hot flesh. I kissed every inch of her skin that I could see. From her inner thigh, all over her pussy, up her other thigh.

I was just about to do more but we weren't in the right position. Her leg was blocking me and I wanted our boys to see. I quickly moved up and told her to move over, I slid her in a semi-circle until her head was facing the guys. I went back down in between her legs and started to softly kiss again.

Over and over I softly kissed her pussy, right over her clit, and each time she would whimper softly. I could now look up, in between her legs, and see Jeff and Matt staring back at me.

Reaching up with my hands, I spread her pussy lips apart. The sound of her wetness was delicious. I could see, hear, and smell that she was soaked. Now I just wanted to taste.

It could have been the boys watching me, or maybe it was because Amber was so beautiful. Maybe it was the alcohol or just the pure lust, but I was a bit crazy. My mouth latched onto her sensitive, throbbing clit, and I sucked on it hard. Amber let out a gasp, whimper, and moan all at once. I felt her hands on the back of my head, one pushing, one pulling, and her legs closed tightly, trapping my head.

I knew it would be too much, too soon, but I didn't care. I wanted her to cum on my tongue. I wanted to give the boys the best show ever, and I wanted something more.

My tongue would rub all over her hot clit as I sucked on it hard. She started panting heavily and then her pushing turned to pulling, her desperation turned to desire, her resistance turned to resourcefulness. She sat halfway up and leaned on her left elbow, reached down and grabbed the back of my head with her right hand, and ground her clit into my tongue as hard and as fast as she could.

I loved that I made her to do that. I loved that her body took over and she was GOING to cum on my tongue, which is exactly what I had secretly wanted the second I saw her panties and ass.

Her moans grew louder, and she began to buck her hips more. It became harder for me to breathe but I didn't care. I didn't stop moving my tongue and I didn't stop sucking on her. I also didn't stop watching Jeff and Matt. Their bulges were now hard cocks, desperately trying to escape their pants. Both of them were now stroking their hidden, hard cocks.

Amber's moans grew even louder, higher pitched, and more frequent. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would get what I wanted. I held my breath a few more moments and let my lungs burn.

Those high pitches suddenly became guttural moans. Her legs shook against my cheeks, and then she threw herself back as she let out a yell. I stopped sucking her clit and slid my tongue as deep into her as possible. I wanted to feel her spasming around my tongue. I wanted to know I had made her cum. I wanted proof that I had sent her over the edge, and I wanted to taste every drop of her sweet, sweet cum.

Amber laid on the floor, panting, and I slowly got up to my knees. I crawled over to Jeff as Amber tried to get her hair out of her face. She laid on the floor just panting and giggling.

I climbed up and kissed Jeff passionately with my tongue.

"Doesn't she taste so sweet?" is all I asked as I unbuttoned the top of his jeans.

I unzipped his pants and reached in and pulled out his hard, hot cock. I stroked it with my hand and then I moved my mouth right over it. I was going to take it in my mouth, but I stopped.

Reaching down, I grabbed Amber by the hair.

"What are you doing?" she asked. I had no idea. I wasn't really thinking, I was just doing.

I pulled her up and she struggled to get on her hands and knees. I woman-handled her and pulled her over to Jeff. I pointed his cock at her face and shoved her face down. She opened her mouth and wrapped those beautiful lips around his hard, hot, shaft. She sucked a few times before I would take my hand off of her head.

Crawling over to Matt, he didn't know if he should be angry or happy. I unbuttoned his pants too, reached in and pulled out his longer, but thinner cock, and put it as deep into my mouth as possible, and sucked it long and slow, letting his hot flesh warm my wet tongue. I didn't care that he was jealous. How can a man be jealous if I am sucking on his cock?

By both of their moans, it sounded like the boys approved of my desires. As I slowly started to suck on Matt's cock, I turned as best as I could and I looked over at Jeff. His eyes met mine and he smiled as Matt's long, hard, saliva coated cock slid in and out of my hot, wet mouth. He then looked down at the gorgeous woman sucking his own cock and smiled even wider.

I started to suck a little faster and I gripped on his long cock a little tighter. I had made one of them cum and now I wanted the taste of Matt's cum to mix with Amber's on my tongue.

Reaching between my legs, I pulled my panties to the side and I started to rub my pussy hard and fast with my free hand.

Matt started to moan and I could feel him try to buck his hips and fuck my face, even though he was confined to the chair. I felt his hand on the back of my head and I knew I would be rewarded soon. He pushed my head down and then he grunted and then I heard a strained moan. I kept trying to slide it in and out of my mouth even though he stopped moving and his hand was pushing his shaft deep into my mouth.

Matt jerked once and then I felt his hot cum shoot into my mouth and throat. As he did, he let out a loud yell. It was a very different experience than when Jeff came, but I LOVED that it was different.




My Boyfriend Hasn't Stopped Smiling



It was all such a turn on. The taste of Amber, knowing a beautiful woman was sucking on my boyfriends cock, having Matt shoot his hot cum into my mouth. As Matt's cum continued to spurt into my mouth, I rubbed my pussy hard and I came HARD. It was such an intense orgasm that was I worried I was going to bite Matt's dick! Cumming while having a strange man cum in my mouth was so fucking hot.

Watching Matt and I cum sent Jeff over the edge. I heard him moan and groan and I took my mouth off of Matt's cock and swallowed. I stroked Matt's cock with my hand as I watched Jeff shoot his hot load into Amber's beautiful mouth.

As soon as I could tell he was finished, I grabbed Amber and kissed her again, letting Matt's cum mix with Jeff's on our tongues. Feeling both of their cum mix on our tongues while feeling Amber's breast rub against mine was just insane.

When we stopped kissing I just sat on the floor, trembling. I couldn't even think. I just had to have more...of all of them. I needed more cum in me and on me.

As you can imagine, we never went to dinner last night...

I'm very sore today. Both my tongue and...down there. We tried some interesting things last night! I'll give you all the torrid details later, but right now I need a shower and sleep. Jeff hasn't stopped smiling since Matt and Amber left.

You should really, REALLY come over the next time Matt and Amber come over. Or...just come over. I realized that I LOVE seeing a beautiful woman suck on my man. Do you have plans tonight?

Call me later!

AJ