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My Hero

By: Steplianna



our bodies are entwined. my nails claw into your shoulders as you thrust your cock in and out of my pussy and your tongue mimics the movements of your cock with mine. you pump into me faster and harder as you hear the noises coming from my throat letting you know that I am on the verge of cumming. my moans get louder until they become one loud, long cry of ecstasy as my body quakes and shudders in release and I feel your jizz shoot deep in my pussy......

wide awake, I sit up in bed. hot, sweaty...and very wet. the first thing I realize that I had been dreaming...again. I lie back and slide my fingers down my stomach and over my naked pussy, one rubbing my clit as the other hand thrusts two fingers in and out of my pussy. my body writhes against my fingers and follows the same pattern that has been for weeks...the tension builds and builds, but I am never able to cum.

shouting in frustration I stalk to the shower and turn the water on cold, my pussy on fire as I step under the icy spray. frozen and shaking 10 minutes later, my pussy is still on fire and I can feel pussy juice slickening my pussy lips. "what the hell, I might as well as go for a jog." and I grab my shorts and sports bra and pull them on with nothing else underneath and grab my keys and head out the door.

i walk to the park using the four blocks as a warm up for the jog and as I pass the gates to the park, I pick up the pace. my breathing deepens as my nipples rub against the material of my bra and I can feel the crotch of my shorts get a little wet as I continue to run. I close my eyes enjoying the sensations, running faster. my foot hits something and my eyes fly open in time to see myself fall down the side of the hill...and everything go black.

always enjoying running in the middle of the night you like the fact that no one is ever in the park except you at this time of night. deciding to take the short way home tonight you turn onto one of the other trails and you can feel the sweat running down your chest and back. feeling tired, you jog faster, trying to shove thoughts of work out of your mind. all do when you hear a scream not too far ahead and break into a dead run.

approaching the area where you heard the scream, you are ready to fight off a mugger or rapist, but see nothing until you look down the hill and see and someone lying unconscious on the ground. concerned, you rush down the hill towards the person.

my head feels like it is going to explode and my ankle is worse. out of the corner of my eye, I see you running toward me down the hill.

falling to your knees beside me, you ask if I'm ok. I ask if you would see if my ankle is broken and you kneel between my legs and gently take off my shoe and sock and feel around my ankle. you tell me that it does not feel broken, just probably sprained badly.

"great," I say sarcastically. "thanks for helping," I say sincerely. and you tell me that it wasn't a problem. your hands rest higher on my legs as you look me over.

"that's a nasty cut on your head...here," you say as you take off your shirt and wad it up into a ball and place it on my forehead, stroking my bangs off my face.

as you lean over me, I cant help but notice the musky smell of your chest causing heat to swell deep in my belly. unconsciously, my lips part and I gasp at the touch of your hands stroking my hair and your eyes bore into mine.

realizing that you are looking so intensely at me, you move to stand up, your hand accidentally touching one of my breasts as you do, causing my nipples to perk up and an audible gasp from my lips.

before you can move away, my hand grabs yours and places it back on my breast, using your hand to knead my breast as I cover it with mine. unsure of yourself, you protest weakly. "please," I whisper, seeing your cock forming a large bulge in the front of your shorts. the feel of my firm breast with my large nipple burning against your hand proves to be your undoing and you groan and start kneading both of my breasts on your own.

moaning, I arch my back and run my hands around my stomach. I pull you on top of me and kiss you, running my tongue over your lips, trying to gain access. swiftly, your lips open and your tongue surges out to meet mine. your hands leave my breasts to cradle my face as you deepen the kiss.

meanwhile, my hands attempt to fight my bodies way out of my bra, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head. my nipple tighten even more as the cool night air washes over them in a gentle breeze. your hands slide down my face and neck and down my torso, over my shorts, and finally stopping just above my pussy, where you can feel the moist heat emanating from it. desperately, I beg you to touch my pussy, and you do...lightly tracing your fingers around and over my pussy lips, learning their shape and size and how wet I have made the crotch of my shorts.

my hands run down your chest, my nails lightly scrape over your stomach, causing you to gasp. heading lower, my hands find the huge bulge in the front of your shorts. my fingers learn the size of your cock and I moan in appreciation of its size against your lips...long, thick, and rock hard...i feel more pussy juice flood my pussy as I imagine it rammed deep in my pussy.

impatient now, your hands go to the waistband of my shorts and pull them down over my hips and down my legs, and sitting up to carefully remove them from my injured ankle. looking at me, you cannot help but get harder. my eyes burn with lust for you, my lips slightly open as I pant heavily, my full breasts heaving with each breast, crowned by large hard nipples, my quivering tummy, and my wide open and very wet pussy...I look like a slut in heat and it only makes you want me more.

leaning down, you flick your tongue lightly over my clit, causing me to shriek in pleasure. your lips close around it and you begin to suck on it as your tongue circles it rapidly. my breathing gets heavier and louder and my hands clutch in your hair, pulling you closer. then you leave my clit and I feel your tongue shoot deep in my pussy making me grunt and grind my pussy against your mouth. I beg you to tongue fuck me faster...and you pull away from my pussy all together.

moaning in frustration at the loss of your mouth on my pussy, I open my eyes to see you sitting back on your haunches and your hands grab my legs to scoot me closer and straddle your hips wider. grabbing my hips, you place the head of your dick against my pussy and look at me moaning and pleading for it.

unable to wait anymore, you ram your dick deep in my tight pussy. I scream in joy as I feel it slide deep, stretching my pussy...it feels soo good. after holding your dick deep inside me for a moment, you begin to thrust slow and deep inside of my pussy. I plead for harder, you give it to me. I plead for faster and you go faster, your control almost to the breaking point and unravelling fast.

I am out of control, wildly humping back at your dick, almost on the verge of cumming. my hands roughly knead my breasts and moans and whimpers and pleas fall from my lips. I squeal in delight as you thrust faster and harder into my pussy. I can feel it building...almost there...

suddenly, it is upon me. my body stiffens and arcs high. my legs wrap tightly around your back and a scream so loud and long that people in china must have heard me. then my body starts to jerk wildly as the waves of ecstasy crash through me.

in my euphoric state, I can feel your dick thrust into me one last time and you shout in release as you shoot your jizz deep into my pussy....

exhausted, we lay together on the ground, you lying on top of me, our hearts thundering in our chests, our breathing heavy. still out of breath, you ask me if I would like help home and I say that I would...with a mischievous gleam in my eyes.

My Hero



This story is a collaboration between myself and Eric B, who goes by Cid. He had the idea, and I put the pen to paper. Also, many thanks to SlyStone for editing! Look for more chapters soon.



Three years, Eloise thought, staring out the window of the home she'd lived in since her birth 18 years ago. Three years since I've seen Ryder, the one who went off to be a soldier, alongside his fiancée, Mallory. It had been three years since he had started pulling away, shunning his kid sister, who happened to be three years younger than he was. Yes, mused Eloise, three seemed to be an important number in her life. Three years of high school, then graduating early. There were three short term relationships with boys who just couldn't live up to her pristine standards. And three years to grow breasts, she chuckled, feeling her long-awaited B-cups bouncing slightly with every giggle. She tossed her long blonde hair back, sage green eyes watching out the window for the return of her brother.

Ryder stared out the tinted window of a black SUV, watching as his home come into view. His right leg bounced slightly at the idea of returning to the place where he grew up, without the one who he had run away with. Ah Mallory, he sighed, feeling tears gather before pushing them down with a mammoth will, raking his hands through his cropped dark hair. The mission that should have gone without a hitch had ended in the death of his beloved, and the injuries of many, including Sergeant Ryder Bristow. He had stood there silently as they had pulled the bodies out of the rubble. It wasn't until the Major had handed Ryder the engagement ring that Mallory had put in one of her pockets for safekeeping that he had collapsed to his knees on the ground, mourning the loss of his lover and the injuries of his mates, wishing for his death as well. He may have received a purple heart, but his own heart was broken beyond repair.

"Sergeant Bristow?" the driver interrupted his flashback. "We have arrived."

Ryder opened the car door, grabbed his luggage, thanked the driver, and started up the driveway, noting the twitching curtain. Someone had been watching him. It was Eloise, most likely. He didn't have much time to elaborate on that thought before Eloise herself catapulted towards him. He dropped his luggage and threw his arms out to keep his balance as she tackled him in a huge hug. He embraced her instinctively, pressing his cheek against the top of her head, then stepped back to take a second look at his little sister.

Hot damn.

This blonde bombshell was his little sister? He glanced down at her, noting the tinier waist, the long slim legs, and the breasts that were in perfect proportion to her 5'7" frame, before looking into her sage green eyes, the only feature they had in common. She stared back at him, eyes glistening slightly, as if she was holding back tears. This was different. She was always the calm, cool, collected girl, while he was the one who was notorious for his emotional outbursts. At least he had inherited the height and muscles, he thought, still gazing into his little sister's eyes. He felt her chest pressing against him, and felt the unmistakable stirring of his loins as he stroked her sides gently. 

Hold on, there, soldier, don't get excited, he admonished himself; this is your little sister here. Shaking his head slightly he finally felt compelled to say something.

"So, little sis finally grew herself a pair of titties, did she?" he said huskily.

Eloise's eyes widened, slightly insulted, and then burst out into giggles. She pirouetted for him, before answering back teasingly, "Why yes, I did! It's about time, right?" She looked at him, noting the dark circles under his eyes, and the slightly stooped way he held himself, the medal for being wounded in action hanging on his chest right next to the wedding ring he wore around his neck. "Oh, Ryder," she sighed softly, bringing him back in for a slightly gentler embrace, "I'm so sorry about Mallory."

Eloise picked up his luggage, staggering slightly under its weight, before grasping his large tan hand in her slim pale one and leading him towards the front door, where their mother and father had stood, watching the reunion of their two offspring. He stepped through the threshold, and the door closed behind him.

*****

Eloise set down the luggage as she snuck another glance at her brother. He was even more handsome than she remembered him. His thinness still did not hide the fact that his 6'2" frame was well-muscled, and only accentuated the sharp cheekbones that under more well-fed circumstances would make any girl swoon. His full lips were pursed, an expression she recognized from childhood when he was considering something important. He glanced over at her, his unexpected angelic smile making her blush.

She really needed to get a handle over her emotions. She wasn't acting like herself at all. She slapped herself mentally for behaving like a schoolgirl with her first crush. While mentally berating herself, she became aware of a hand waving in front of her face.

"Eloise? Eloise? Hello, earth to Eloise?!" Ryder said impatiently, "Anyone home?"

Eloise snapped back to attention, shouting, "Sir, yes Sir! I am at home Sir!"

Ryder chuckled at her antics. "Hey Ellie, mind showing a man to his old room?" he asked.

"Why sure," Eloise replied, "I'd love to."

Eloise scampered up the stairs as Ryder shouldered his multiple bags, watching her perky ass sashay in front of him. Ryder wondered if she knew how sexy she had become, and promptly dismissed the thought. Ellie had never been vain, and it didn't seem like that had changed a single bit.

Eloise concentrated on swinging her hips like a supermodel as she ascended; knowing Ryder was right behind her. She knew her size 1 denim shorts were perfectly molded to her butt, and the flowy tank top belted at the waist enhanced her new curves. She shook her head slightly, amazed at how superficial she was being just so her brother would notice her.

Eloise stopped at the door that had been shut for three years, awaiting its owner's return. She opened the door, ushering Ryder in as he set his bags on the floor next to his king sized bed. He collapsed on the bed, making a dent on the navy blue comforter. 

"Ah", Ryder sighed, "a real bed. A real *big* bed."

Eloise smiled. "Quite the luxury isn't it?" she quipped.

"The finest swans down", he replied. "Come, hop up next to me." 

She shook her head slowly, feeling shy all of a sudden. Perhaps it was being in his bedroom with him all alone. "No", she stuttered, "I'll just let you relax. It's late, and you must be exhausted. Get some sleep, we'll have all summer to talk and catch up." Eloise left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her, leaving Ryder very confused. What happened to the little girl who never stopped pestering him to pay attention to her? What happened to the little girl who would beg to stay in his room while he read, just wanting to be close to him? Who came crying into his bedroom, begging to sleep with him whenever she had a nightmare?

That little girl had been replaced with this sexy, beautiful 18 year old woman. Maybe she had come into her own independence since he had last been at home. He shook those thoughts away. It was only the first day, and he had barely said 10 words to her, and those were about her tits!

Thinking about her tits, whether he liked it or not, was making his cock rock hard. Not even the image of a granny going down on a grandpa without her dentures on could alleviate his dilemma. He took off his shoes and socks, and then his uniform, his cock straining against his boxer-briefs even as he took those off too. As they fell to the floor, his cock went from "at ease" to "standing at attention". He stroked his hard-on, fondling the thick mushroom head. The veins stood out prominently along his thick tool. Images of Eloise's mouth on his dick, taking him all the way into her mouth, boobs bouncing in time to her sucking, were filling his mind. His hand stroked harder, faster, aiming for release. The fantasy Eloise was pumping him eagerly, mouth slightly open, gazing at him with a lusty expression. Cum exploded from his cock, into Eloise's waiting mouth. He moaned silently, cock only slightly wilted, coming out of the incestuous fantasy. He looked down and realized Eloise's mouth was actually the comforter.

Shit.

Well, there really wasn't anything he could do about it. As he settled under the covers, he knew that these thoughts about his sister were going to turn into the real deal if he wasn't careful.

After Eloise shut the door, she walked to her own room, and flopped down on the gold patterned bedspread, staring at her pale jade green walls. Usually the paint color calmed her down, but right now her feelings were running too high for the calming color to have any effect on her. She didn't usually use the term "horny" when she was thinking about sex, but seeing her brother in his uniform, so sexy and aloof, was making her majorly horny. She yanked hard on a nipple, her other hand moving to unbutton her shorts, sliding them and her thong down. A stroke across her lips revealed that she was sopping wet with desire. 

She rubbed the moisture over her clit, rotating her finger around and around, sending zings of pleasure through her belly. Two fingers went into her pussy, slowly moving at first, then going faster and faster as her lust increased. She imagined Ryder was there, sucking her clit, making her scream, then taking his cock and going balls deep into her virgin hole, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm in every position possible. Eloise cried out softly, her fingers still stroking her pussy as she came long and hard. As she started to fall asleep, fingers dripping with juices, she knew that somehow she would find a way to have sex with her brother.

***** 

Ryder and Mallory are lying naked in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Breathing hard, they admire the thin gold circle wrapped around Mallory's left ring finger, the diamonds scintillating in the pale morning light. 

"Have I mentioned how perfect it is?" Mallory purred in Ryder's ear.

"I believe you have." Ryder growled, kissing his way up her neck. 

"I can't wait to tell everyone we are engaged, baby." Mallory turns over, touching her forehead to his.

Ryder is about to reply, when suddenly the noise of gunfire shatters their post-orgasmic peace. The screams of injured men echo around them. Ryder goes to pull Mallory closer to him, shielding her from any stray bullets, but finds he is only embracing air. The pale morning air is now thick with smoke, the smell of gunpowder choking his senses. His screams for Mallory go unanswered, and completely overpower the sounds of artillery and battle. Mallory, Mallory is gone. 

He shouts her name until his voice disappears, feeling indescribably empty, knowing she'll never respond, never look at him with love in her eyes. Everything he knows is gone, and he finds himself sinking into an abyss, dark and cold, completely alone, and devastated.... 

His eyes open to more darkness as he thrashes around in the covers, and then feels a cool, slim hand stroking his forehead, telling him it was only a dream, calm down Ryder, calm down...

"Calm down, Ryder, it's alright. Shhhh, it's alright, I promise." Eloise says soothingly. The shudders wracking his body ease as Eloise whispers softly to him. Slowly, his mind still remembering the nightmare, he looks around with a new awareness, realizing that he's at home, and safe.

"What, what time is it?" Ryder asks anxiously.

"Only 2:00 in the morning," Eloise replies, "Your screams sent me flying out of bed! I was so worried. Do you, ah, want to talk about the dream?"

Ryder, looking down, carefully rearranges the sheets around his still-naked form. His next statement is abrupt. "No, I don't want to talk about it." he says gruffly, "Just go back to bed, alright?"

"But Ryder..." Eloise begins.

"GO!"

Eloise, saddened, but not shocked by his outburst, kisses his forehead before darting back out the door, hoping to salvage the remnants of her REM cycle.

Ryder groans, staring up at the dark ceiling, for over an hour before he makes a decision. He slides on a pair of boxers, and creeps into Eloise's room. He stares at her sleeping form, noticing the tracks left by tears sliding across her face. Sighing with remorse, he slides under the covers next to her, trying not to wake her up. A great calm comes over him listening to the deep, slow breathing of his sister, and it is to this slow breathing that he finally falls asleep, with no disruptive dreams.

*****

Eloise is dreaming about her last ex, Claude. He is dancing up against her, grinding his hard-on against her ass. She can't do anything about it, because his arms are crushing her in a bear hug. She sighs, trying to wake up. Her eyes flutter open, confused because the feeling of something hard is still there, and there are arms around her.

Long, strong, tan arms. 

Oh. Ryder?

Her struggle to turn around and see if it really is Ryder wakes him up. His arms constrict even tighter against her, and she complains loudly. 

"Ryder! Ouch!" she cries.

He removes his arms immediately.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Eloise asks sleepily, trying not to let it show how much it thrills her that he was in her bed.

"My, uh, my nightmare, I couldn't stop thinking about it." he replied. "You used to come into my room scared from nightmares, and I was remembering that. It was comforting to me." Ryder finished up lamely.

Eloise is touched by his response. She stretches luxuriously, and then shoves him out of bed, his body hitting the ground with a resounding and satisfying thump.

"Hey!"

"And that's what you get for almost suffocating me!" she crows triumphantly, covering her embarrassment at seeing his hard-on tent his boxers. "Now, get out of my room so I can shower and get ready for my day."

"What were you planning on doing?" Ryder asks.

"I'm going to the mall with Clara to pick up some things. I'll be back soon." Eloise promises.

Ryder leaves the room, images of Eloise bent over naked in the shower dancing through his head as he makes his way downstairs.

*****

Ryder is sitting at his computer, checking the backlog of emails from old friends asking him how he is doing. He shakes his head in despair. The support was overwhelming, and he appreciated it, but it was just so depressing repeating the same things over and over again. Yes, he was coping. Yes, he missed his fiancée, who wouldn't. Yes, he had been honorably discharged. Jesus Christ, he thought, I'm not even back for a day and I can't catch a break from people asking about my "condition". The sound of the front door slamming, followed by a muffled expletive, snaps him back to reality. 

Eloise launches herself up the stairs, tears streaming down her face as she collapses onto her bed, sobs wracking her body. Ryder rushes out of his bedroom, dashing into Eloise's.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Tell me what's wrong", he says anxiously, grabbing her wrists so he can pull them away and see her face.

"I'm...just...sick and tired of all the, the crap people pull!" cries Eloise. Between hiccups and bouts of tears, she explains to Ryder how Clara ditched her at American Eagle to be with her boyfriend, who had called her a fugly slut with no tits. Ryder listens impatiently wanting to go rip the head off that kid. 

"Eloise, sweetie, don't listen to that shithead. You are amazing, and beautiful, and smart, and strong, so, so strong." Ryder soothes her, rubbing her back in small, gentle circles.

Eloise looks up at him, a frown puckering between her eyebrows. "What about my boobs, Ryder?" she asks tearfully, "are they nice? Do you like them? No one but me has touched them, not even the boyfriends I've had."

Ryder gulps, and manages to stutter out that they are very nice, very nice indeed. "No one has touched them?" he asks incredulously. "That's very, ah surprising."

Nodding, Eloise continues to surprise him, "Will you touch them, Ryder? Please touch them. I need to know I feel loved."

Hands shaking, Ryder cups his hands around her heaving, tear-stained breasts. They are the perfect handful, completely symmetrical, riding high and perky on her chest. He squeezes them instinctively through her flimsy green sundress, before dropping them like something hot. 

"I, Eloise, we can't, I mean, I'm your brother, they're very nice, but, we shouldn't...do this." Ryder stammers incoherently, trying to come up with a reason not to give her nipples a tongue-lashing at this moment. Eloise doesn't give him a chance to make his case.

She looks at him with those bright green eyes, before placing her mouth over his; kissing him with strength he didn't even know she had. His tongue slips into her mouth as he caresses her sides. She sighs in pleasure as he deepens the kiss, tangling his hands in her silky blond hair, then cupping her face in his hands as he pulls back, looking at her in surprise.

"Eloise," he breathes, but is silenced by the finger at his mouth.

"Don't Ryder," she says forcefully, "this was meant to happen, don't ruin it." She returns to kissing him, with even more passion than before. 

Her hands caress the nape of his neck, toying with the soft hair there. His hands go back to toying with her breasts, sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders, letting it puddle around her waist. He deftly unhooks her white lacy bra, tossing it behind him as his fingers pull at her pebble-hard nipples. He pulls his mouth from hers, pushing her against the pillows, before sucking ferociously on her small buds, nipping at them, leaving her gasping for air as she writhes against his mouth. 

"Oh shit, Ryder that feels good!" she moans sexily. Her hands are in his hair, pressing him against her breasts. He pauses, delaying satisfaction, pulling his shirt off before pressing his naked chest against her naked chest, covering her mouth with his. He sucks on her bottom lip as her hands trace his well-defined abs, sliding down to his shorts, grasping his cock through the fabric. 

He groans loud, grinding his cock into her hand, before reaching down to unbutton his cargo shorts, sliding them off, revealing that he is wearing no underwear, his hard dick springing into Eloise's tiny hand. She pumps him hard, reveling in the feel of the prominent veins encircling his 8 inch cock. He presses his face into her hair, the earthy, rosemary scent driving him crazy. He slides the dress down past her waist, yanking her thong off at the same time. The smell of her arousal immediately hits him, turning him on even more. 

Ryder presses a finger against her clit, evoking several small mews from Eloise. He inserts a finger into her pussy, searching for her maidenhead, knowing those years of cheer and dance has probably torn it. He surprisingly finds some resistance left, meaning that she was...

"A virgin? Still?" Ryder asks incredulously.

Eloise; lost in the feel of someone else's fingers in her virgin hole, nods slightly. 

Ryder slowly adds another finger to her pleasure, trying to stretch her a little bit for his cock. Precum is now dripping copiously from his head, dribbling over Eloise's hand, and down his cock. He gives her a small kiss, and asks if she is ready. Another lusty moan is all the answer he needs. 

He slowly presses his head against her entrance, continuing to circle her clit with his fingers. He keeps up the steady pushing, stopping when he is halfway in. Ryder leans forward to kiss Eloise softly. He begins thrusting, working more of his hard cock into Eloise's tight, virgin hole. 

Eloise, already lost in the throes of passion, squeezes her pussy around the hard shaft inside of her, her lips moving from his mouth to kissing his neck feverishly. Her hands grip his shoulders firmly, nails leaving marks in his back when the pleasure becomes too much. 




My Hero



Ryder starts thrusting faster, beginning to lose himself in the feel of this warm velvet grip massaging his cock. He thrusts toward her G-spot, his fingers still working her clit; his mouth alternating between Eloise's two greatly aroused nipples. Ryder feels Eloise quake, the sudden rush of liquid surrounding his cock in even more pleasurable wetness. Eloise's howl reverberates through the small room, continuing to echo even as it dies down to faint whimpers.

Ryder looks down at the adoring look in Eloise's eyes, stunned at the depth of feeling reflected there. He brushes several strands of hair off her cheeks, trailing his fingers back down towards her lips, her neck, and her breasts. He crushes his lips to hers once more, her legs wrapping around his waist as he starts thrusting once more. He surprises her by rising up on to his haunches, holding her tenderly on his lap. He slides several inches out at once, than thrusts back up into her, making her eyes widen at this new way of being filled.

"Hey, Eloise?" he whispers huskily. "Grind your hips against me, baby, it will feel amazing." 

Eloise grinds her hips slowly, the rhythm of her hips and his thrusting combining, swells of pleasure moving through them both. His hands move to fondle her nipples, and she wraps her arms around him passionately, holding on tightly as she grinds against his lap.

Eloise grips Ryder tightly as he lays her back down, then shrieks as he flips her over, leaving her spread-eagled across his chest, his hard cock slipping out of her dripping pussy to lay between their stomachs. Eloise leans down to give him a heart-stopping hot kiss, sucking on his bottom lip sensually.

"What do I do now, Ryder?" she purrs.

Ryder, in response, scoots Eloise further up his chest and off his throbbing tool, letting it spring to attention against her ass.

"Lower yourself onto my cock, sweetheart, than start bouncing, swaying, whatever gets you hot baby."

Eloise grips his cock firmly, pumping it several times before lowering herself onto it, not stopping until she is fully impaled. She places her hands on his stomach, lifting herself off his hot rod several inches, and then dropping back down with a squelch. She continues to do that for several minutes, altering speeds. Her moans become louder and louder, and this time Ryder doesn't need to tell her to grind her hips. She rocks back and forth, whimpering as Ryder bucks his hips to meet hers. Ryder can feel his balls tightening, and concentrates hard to keep from spraying her insides with his cum.

"Eloise," he pants hard, "I need to cum, and I don't have a condom on."

Eloise continues pounding her pussy on to his thick dick, and he manages to hear between her moans that she is on the pill, and to not worry about it. Ryder grabs onto her hips, slowing the rhythm down until she is just resting on his lap, still full to the hilt. Ryder tells Eloise to get off, and onto her hands and knees in front of him. 

She scrambles up off his cock, and bends over, ass cheeks swaying tantalizingly in front of him. Ryder spreads her ass, the scent of her pussy begging him to release inside of her. He sinks in balls deep, and begins pumping into her, leaning forward to fondle her tits. His balls slap her ass with every thrust, and he thrusts faster and faster, eager to finally cum inside his sexy sister.

He grunts low and long, his cock releasing shot after shot of cum into his sister's eager hole. Eloise shouts his name, gasping as her next orgasm overcomes her, their combined juices overflowing. Ryder pulls out, rolling over as Eloise collapses on the bed next to him, waves of pleasure and satisfaction still rolling through her body.

Eloise looks at him sleepily, cuddling up against his chest. She wasn't a virgin any longer. It felt strange, but so right at the same time. How would everything play out now that she and Ryder had made love? Would he go back to ignoring her? Would he continue having sex with her? 

She shook her head at these negative thoughts. 

She knew she would be devastated without the love of her brother.

Her hero.



My Hero



He stares at me with a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes, and I sneer back at him, my contempt loud and clear.

I didn't know it then, but that doorman would one day mean the world to me.

**

My name is Peter 'Pinky' Benson. I'm twenty and a half years old, and I'm going to be all alone for the first time in the big city. I'm moving there to attend an art school. My parents are paying for my apartment which is within walking distance from the campus, and provide me with a monthly allowance, but I won a scholarship which takes care of the tuition fee. That much at least is all me. I know I'm not going to end up painting million dollar masterpieces, but there's definitely a future for me somewhere in illustrative work.

I don't have much to bring with me to my new place, which comes both as a bit of a shock and relief. Crammed into the two bags I bring with me on the long bus ride over are clothes, my laptop, art supplies, a hard-drive and my toothbrush. All my books, artwork, movies, music and DVDs are either on my hard-drive or online. That's the digital age for you.

It takes me an hour to find my apartment and unpack. The place already has plumbing, electricity and internet ready for me. I use some of my monthly allowance to buy a new mattress and a cheap desk, as well as kitchenware and a few other essentials. I put my bedroom together, head out for dinner and collect some menus of nearby take-out joints, and then finish up the living room when I get back. By near midnight, my small apartment is furnished and I'm ready to have some fun. It's my first night here in the big city, no longer contained in my small home town, and I'm hungry for experience.

I quickly find a gay bar online called Exile that happens to be close by and get dressed in my most lewd outfit -- a skimpy pink tank-top and a pair of tight-fitting black jeans. My wavy brown hair is just shy of being long enough to tie in a ponytail, so I let it hang naturally. It frames my slender, pale face quite nicely, and draws focus to my blue eyes and full lips. I primp in front of the bathroom mirror for another 20 minutes and then step out to embrace the night life.

Exile is already busy when I get there. I can see lots of young, sexy guys heading in as I approach. Techno music streams up the stairs, and the bass thuds against my body, tugging at my feet. I want to get down there and dance.

"Uhp-uhp-uhp!" A bouncer stops me with a large hand on my shoulder. "ID, sir. You don't look a day over 15."

I pass him my driver's license. I didn't know there would be doormen. There are even two of them. Well, fuck.

"Peter Benson," the one holding my card reads out loud. He's large and blocky with pouty lips and a ginger goatee. It's poorly lit outside, but I can see that they're both wearing black short-sleeved shirts and long black slacks.

He passes my card to his partner with a wry smile.

"People call me Pinky," I say loudly, sounding more confident than I felt.

The second doorman grunts. He's a smidge less chubby than the ginger bear, of Greek descent, and looks to be in his late 30's. "You're called 'Pinky' because of your pink top?"

The ginger-haired doorman laughs loudly. "Nah, Goat. It's 'Pinky', like your pinky toe. He's small, cute, and you're gonna bang it on your coffee table. Ain't I right?"

He winks at me.

"Well you're not getting in, Peter," Goat grunts. "You're not over 21." He thrusts the card back at me.

"I'm twenty and a half!" I protest to the first guy. "Please?"

He chuckles. "You really want in that badly, huh? Why don't you prove it?" He puckers and points to his lips.

Well, if it'll get me in...

I leap up, wrap my arms around him and give him a smooch. His orange moustache tickles my nose. Yuck. The feel of his soft body under my hands turns me off and the thought of kissing such an overweight guy revolts me. Worried that I'm not selling it, I make some encouraging moaning sounds. He presses his hard dick into my stomach, and I automatically shuffle back half a step.

Goat snorts in disgust, and I wonder if he's capable of making any civilised sounds. He says, "Take your fucking job seriously, Matt. I don't want to see you kissing every guy you find cute."

I think to myself that Goat's picked the wrong job if he doesn't want to see guys making out.

Matt lets me go with a booming laugh. "Okay, kid, save it for the fags inside," he says affectionately. "Go on." He slaps my backside.

I shoot Goat a triumphant look, and he stares back at me with a mix of pity and disgust -- and we're all caught up now.

**

I traipse down the stairs to Exile and all thought of the two doormen are immediately washed away by the loud music and the sea of hot guys. The interior is a high contrast of dark, intimate spaces and bright, dazzling lights, and the design is sleek and modern. There is a bar with a line of red stools, half of them occupied, a couple of leather sofas which are all taken, and a small but lively dance floor, crowded and heavily lit by a dozen flashing colours.

I hit the dance floor first and dance up a storm. No fewer than four guys approach me in the first few minutes which sends my ego soaring. One named Arthur pulls me aside and buys me a drink. He's tall, young and handsome, with a tight tee that shows off his muscled body. He hits on me hard, and I love it. I've never been hit on like this. He's charismatic, smells amazing and oozes wealth and power. The free drinks keep on coming. I can feel some people looking on, like they're witnessing something special they want to be a part of.

He's letting me rub his abs when an older, bearded man approaches us.

"Hey! I'm Steve."

I look at him. He's an older silver bear. I decide to be nice to him.

"Hi. I'm Pinky."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offers loudly over the music.

"Beat it old man," snaps Arthur. "We're busy."

"Thanks, but I'm good," I reply politely, pointedly raising the unfinished drink Arthur has bought me.

"Me and some friends are on the dance floor, if you wanted to join us...?"

I look over, spot his friends who are all in their mid 40's, waving at us as they gyrate under the lights, and I can't tell if he's joking. Surely he can see what I've got right now. Arthur's the hottest guy in the bar, and this old fart thinks I'd rather be anywhere else?

"Leave us alone while you can walk, Steve," Arthur growls, and I can feel myself blushing. Just knowing that Arthur is that into me makes me wonder how I could have gotten so lucky my first time. Beginner's luck, I tell myself in a vain attempt to remain humble.

When Arthur suggests I suck him off outside I readily agree. My head is buzzing pleasantly from the drinks. He takes my hand and pulls me through a back-door into a dark alleyway. It's dark and deserted, but the dance music still filters through the brick walls.

"Take your top off," Arthur commands.

I wrench it off and fling it on the ground.

"Fuck yeah! Your pants too."

My jeans are off in a heartbeat. I'm in my underwear. Arthur is grinning like a maniac, and I find myself smiling shyly.

Thank god I wore my sexy underpants.

"Get on your knees, boy."

I kneel before him and reach for his zipper. It's so dark that I don't see his knee shoot up to catch me under my chin.

I bite my tongue and blood fills my mouth. Before I can make sense of what's happening, Arthur's fist catches me squarely in the jaw and I'm sent spinning onto the ground. My palms graze the rough concrete, losing all its skin and I cry out in pain.

I turn and cower with my arms raised, confused and frightened, twisting and squirming under his oncoming blows. Luckily most of them either glance off my shoulders or land on my arms, but each punch feels like a block of concrete slamming into me.

"Money!" I cry, so terrified I can't even beg properly. "I'll give you all my money. Please, don't hurt me!"

He grabs my hair, and twists viciously as he pulls me close and hisses, "Shut the fuck up. If anyone hears us, you're dead."

I whimper and give him my wallet. He takes my cash and casually throws the wallet onto the roof of Exile behind him. He puts the money away, and I'm foolish enough to think it's all over.

Then he backhands me, hard, and my ears ring from the sound of the slap. Blood trickles down my chin; he's split my lip.

"I'm not after money," he spits, his beautiful eyes glinting maliciously. "I'm after faggy, little gay-boys like you to teach a lesson to!" He pulls his arm back to punch me again, but a shout stops him.

"Oi! What the fuck is going on here?"

I dare to look away from Arthur; it's the doorman that Matt called Goat.

He charges at Arthur, who swings his fist viciously at his new target. Goat ducks and catches Arthur in a full-bodied tackle, and they both land heavily on the concrete. Goat picks himself up, but Arthur remains on the ground, knocked unconscious.

"You alright, Peter?" he asks, panting a bit. Judging from his bulk and age, I'm surprised he's not breathing more heavily. He's clearly well past his physical prime.

I'm fine, though. Or I think I am. I scramble to retrieve my clothes and start to get dressed. It is obvious to Goat what happened here, and I'm so embarrassed to not only to have been discovered half naked, but to have been saved by the likes of him.

I've got one leg thrust into my jeans when shivers suddenly take hold of my body, and I double over and retch up blood and all the booze I shared with Arthur into the gutter. My throat feels raw and my tongue stings from the acidic bile. The shock of my ordeal fades, and I can feel every punch Arthur managed to land on me. It takes all of my strength not to cry in front of the doorman.

Goat stands back, watching me dispassionately, and then he says, "Steve warned me you were leaving with someone you just met. Stupid thing to do. We've had a fair number of guys getting bashed around these parts. A closeted hater, we figured, picking up naive guys for the sole purpose of assaulting them. I'm glad it's Arthur -- I've always wanted to punch that fucker in the face."

He looks wistfully at Arthur's unconscious body while he talks, as though debating to himself whether it would be a good idea to straddle him and start pummelling away.

I finish getting dressed.

"Come on, Pinky. Come back to the bar with me and I'll take a look at your injuries. I've seen and given my share of punched faces. Can you walk?"

I can, but it feels like everything inside me is broken. Of course, Goat doesn't offer me any assistance. He sighs impatiently as I hobble painfully behind him at a snail's pace.

"Wait," I say suddenly, and stumble back to Arthur. I dig out his wallet and count out the money he took from me. "He took this from me earlier," I explain as I pocket it with trembling fingers.

"Where's your wallet?" Goat asks at once with a frown.

"He threw it on the roof."

All my cards and my driver's license were in my wallet and now gone, but I try not to think about it.

I leave the rest of Arthur's money in there, and Goat smiles for the first time. "You're not as big of a jerk I thought you were," he says, but he comes over to loot the rest of Arthur's money before we head back.

**

We return to Exile.

Everyone stares at me as I shamble past, covered in blood and assault markings. I see Steve stare at me with his mouth open in astonishment, and I try to say thank you, but it catches it my throat and I keep walking with my head down. Goat takes me into a dingy staff room and sits me at a small table under a bright, yellow light.

"Thanks, Goat," I mutter quietly as he takes the seat opposite me.

Goat frowns, annoyed, and I realise 'Goat' probably isn't his real name. I inquire, and he tells me it's Otis. Otis Sideris.

I study Otis in the bright light. He has light olive skin, dark-brown hair that is nearly black and a nondescript face. His features are far from handsome or cute, but they suit his round head and plump cheeks. Beard growth shadows most of his face. It runs all the way up to join with the short hair on his head, and the ring of hair it forms only emphasises how chubby he is. I spy a double chin his scruff doesn't quite cover, and poking out the top of his black shirt is a tuft of black chest hair.  

He has full lips, but they're pressed in a severe line, as though holding back a slew of insults he'd like to throw at me.

Just as I open my mouth to ask him what sort of a nickname 'Goat' is, he starts checking my face roughly.

He forces my head this way, and then the other, tilting my jaw under the light. He prods at my face, and I yelp when it hurts. I open my mouth as per his instruction and he checks my teeth, then wrinkles his nose at the smell of bile and blood and stomps out of the room. He comes back with a bottle of water for me so I can rinse out my mouth.

I can tell Otis thinks I'm a slutty good-for-nothing who got what I deserved.

He confirms that thought by saying, "Well I hope you've learned your lesson. It's a good thing you're a small target. Nothing's hurting where it shouldn't, and you don't seem to have any broken bones. I can take you to the hospital if you want to be sure."

"No, I'm fine," I lie. "I just want this night to be over." Before the tears start in public.

"Okay. I'm just going to get Ralph. He's the boss. We'll call the cops and deal with the scumbag." He pushes himself up from the table and leaves. I hear him shouting for Matt to drag Arthur inside where they can keep an eye on him.

I don't want to talk to the police, so I gingerly pick the grit from my scraped palms and sip my water. I wait until Otis is talking with Ralph and then take my leave. Matt passes me on the way out. He's dragging an unconscious Arthur in from the back door and the sight of my attacker sends me running off with my heart in my mouth. I drop the bottle of water Otis gave me and fly up the stairs. I don't slow down until I can no longer hear the dance track coming from the bar.

My walk home is difficult. I can't stop twitching at every movement from the corner of my eyes. I'm glancing and looking back at every shadow in case there is another gay-basher hiding there. I nearly have a heart attack when a car pulls up next to me, but it stops and I keep walking.

The car pulls up again, this time with the window down. It's Otis.

"You could have told me you were just going to run off like that," he shouts angrily. "Get in and I'll give you a lift home."

I eye his car and shake my head. The car rolls to a halt, and to my dismay Otis climbs out and catches up to me. He's wearing a blue jacket over his black doorman's uniform.

"Stupid of me to ask you to get into a stranger's car after what just happened," he grumbles. "I can walk you home if you'd like."

I don't know what Otis is trying to prove. He's just another chest-pounding ape to me. But if I'm scared of him, then others would be too. Selfishly, I accept.

We walk in silence. I notice him following my darting gaze as my imagination places attackers in the shadows, giving credence to my foolishness. I wish he'd stop. It quickly gets cold and I'm soon hugging myself as we walk.

"You're shivering," Otis says gruffly, and takes his jacket off. He tries to put it around my shoulders -- just like in all the romantic movies -- but the scent of another man on me freaks me out and I stagger away, flailing my skinny arms at him. I cover my fear with rudeness and carry on trembling in the cold.

Otis follows me all the way up the stairs to my small apartment located on one of the middle floors.

"Want me to come by midday tomorrow -- I mean midday today and check up on you?" he asks. "Make sure you're doing okay?"

"I'm fine," I reply shortly. I unlock the door and turn to look at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Unless I have been reading him wrong, he doesn't think much of me, and I haven't given him any reason to change that opinion.

"I was once young, stupid and naive too," he says with a shrug. What an arsehole. I close the door firmly in his face.

And that should have been the end of that.

**

Although I had said I was fine, I don't do too well.

The effect of Arthur's attack doesn't magically end when Otis intervened; the first night I don't sleep at all, however I also don't break down and cry like I thought I would. I lock the doors and turn every light on, then lie awake in bed straining my ears, listening for the sounds of anyone trying to break in.

It's crazy, I know. What are the odds of another gay-basher seeing me leave Exile and following me home? But the alternative is to relax and let my mind wander, and I can feel the memory of Arthur's attack hovering behind my barriers, waiting to reduce me to a snivelling, pathetic wreck.

When the police visit in the morning my head is throbbing so forcefully I feel sick. I curse Otis for telling the police where I live, but cooperate with them. They collect a statement from me, and return my wallet which one of the Exile staff members happened to find on the roof. One guess as to who that was.

Over the next few days my condition worsens slightly. Every morning after two hours sleep, I wake up with my shirt soaked through with sweat. I don't leave my apartment. When my appetite finally makes a return, I don't have any food in the apartment so I live off pizza and Chinese food and burn through most of my monthly allowance by having them delivered. I can barely sleep at night because of all the lights I keep on to stop the memories of the dark alleyway from resurfacing.

The faint markings on my arms and face blossom in horrific bruises, blotchy smudges of grey and blue tinged with yellow -- a constant reminder of what happened that night. I remember being so proud of my cute looks, but the haunted face staring back at me in the mirror looks nothing like my past, proud self.

In fact, it looks young, stupid and naive.

The thought of visiting another gay bar doesn't even cross my mind. I still get horny though, and I try masturbating while looking at porn on my laptop, but my thoughts keep returning to Arthur and soon I stop bothering to try.

To pass the time until art school starts, I turn to painting. It has always helped me find my centre. I dig out my canvas frame and assemble it, stretch a piece of canvas over it and staple it in place and then prop it on a chair. I sit in bed in front of it with my acrylic paints and a cup of water for the brush.

An hour passes while I try to work out what I'm feeling. I honestly don't know if I'm angry, ashamed or frustrated, or if all emotions inside me have just shrivelled up and disappeared.

I stop trying to analyse myself and just start painting. My mind drifts, the colours fly, and my spirits lift ever so slightly.

**

When class starts on Monday I force myself out of the apartment. That I am able to step outside is the shock of the day -- until I find my class, take a seat, and spot Otis sitting one table over.

I barely recognise him with his blue superman shirt, jeans and glasses. His face is a little fuzzier too, which adds to his plump appearance. He's smiling, showing off his perfect white teeth, and talking to two friends. He didn't seem to notice me when I walked in which suits me just fine. Each table seats four people side by side facing the centre of the room, so I lean back slightly to put another student between us and wait for the class to start.

The teacher expects us all to be adept artists already. After a brief introduction informing us about what to expect throughout the semester, we dive right into some rapid gestural sketching with nude models. Another woman walks in and disrobes, and there is a flurry of activity as we all start working.




My Hero



The model does 20 half-minute poses, keeping time with her phone which beeps every 30 seconds. What people might not realise is that nude drawing in art school isn't as sexual as they think. It's very intense and mentally draining. Even if it was a super hot guy, any interest would quickly be lost in the task of capturing their pose in the short amount of time. And besides, if you're searching for a dick to perve on, there are better places than a $400 art class to look.

When the model switches to full-minute poses the pressure in the room dissipates. I can't help but wonder how Otis is doing and look over to see him sitting slumped in his chair doodling lazily. Unlike most of the other students who actually care about the subject and have a sketchbook, he is drawing on plain photocopy paper with a ballpoint pen.

And then I see his sketches and my jaw drops. He's good, I realise. In fact, he's better than me. I watch Otis capture the model's pose with ease using a few confident strokes, and then blindly complete the finer details without needing to look away from the model. He has near perfect hand-to-eye coordination.

The teacher walks over and tuts at my lack of work. Otis starts to look my way, so I duck forward and focus on the task at hand. The current model leaves after a few more poses, and then the next model walks in. She disrobes, arranges her long dreadlocks and picks a starting pose, starting with 10 two-minute poses.

I sketch her in under a minute, and then pick a part of her body to focus on in high detail. I pick her hands as they generally have an interesting way of interacting with light, shadow and foreshortening. The trick is to just draw what you see, not what you think you see.

"Don't be afraid to move seats, students!" The teacher calls imperiously between the third and fourth pose. "Find a new angle you haven't tried yet, or an angle you're not comfortable with. Don't be afraid to mix it up a little; you'll thank me later."

Otis grabs his stack of used papers and relocates to the other side of the room. I watch him walk. He's chubbier than I thought he was; without his doorman uniform his body jiggles a bit, but he moves with the grace of a former athlete. He slumps in his new seat and starts drawing, and I remain unnoticed.

The third model is a skinny young man, lightly toned with an uncut penis. His arranges himself and everyone else starts drawing. I glance at Otis, and I'm surprised to see him sitting up straight in his chair and drawing energetically, his eyes bright with lust. There is so much hunger in his eyes I'm glad I declined his offer to check up on me the night he walked me home.

When the class is done I race home before darkness falls. I make sure the rooms are empty, lock the doors and turn on the lights and settle in for another night of troubled sleep. It's been almost a week and a half since I last jacked off, so naturally I start to touch myself when I can't sleep. I try to think of the nude model from today's class, but my mind keeps slipping not to Arthur, but to Otis and the crazed lust in his eyes. I stroke myself and imagine that lust directed at me, and manage to come all over my shirt.

**

I attend my other daytime classes: photography, traditional animation and a couple of classes based entirely around responding to a fortnightly brief, but don't spot Otis in any of them.

The class we share has two mandatory sessions a week, and hosts the second class on Thursday night. I can't bring myself to be outside when it is night time, much to my own disappointment, so I skip it and work on another therapeutic painting.

When I attend the next Monday class the wall is lined with black and white charcoal artworks depicting the city's night lights from the building's rooftop. Most of them look like stars and streaks of white lost in a sea of black, but one stands out from the rest and I'm surprised to see Otis's name scratched into the corner.

Otis walks in at that moment and looks right at me. He's not wearing his glasses today. I turn around and quickly find a seat, hoping that he thinks I'm someone else. But then I remember I'm still covered in bruises.

Otis sits next to me with his two friends taking their seats on his far side.

"I didn't know you were in this class or I would have said hi," he says by way of greeting.

He introduces Janet and Kyle who I wave back at meekly. Janet has flaming, curly hair and Kyle is as husky as Otis, but clean shaven and bald as an egg.

"I didn't see you on Thursday," Otis says, leaning closer to me. "Are you doing okay?"

"What makes you think I'm not?" I answer defiantly.

"Well I figured you were still too afraid to leave the apartment."

That makes me ignore him for the rest of the class.

The teacher walks in and Otis puts his glasses on, and tells me he only really needs them when focusing. I'm still fuming so I don't even acknowledge him speaking to me. What would he know about being victimised?

When the class is wrapping up, Janet leans over and tells me the three of them plan on going to a movie and dinner afterwards. I'd be welcome to join them.

I politely decline. I have to be home before dark, I tell her, which is true, but for completely bullshit, self-imposed reasons.

As soon as the teacher finishes the class I leave the table with a hasty goodbye, making a quick stop at the restroom before I head home. When I leave the restroom I spot Otis, Janet and Kyle standing huddled in the court yard. Janet and Kyle peel off, and Otis hangs back.

I know I owe Otis a proper thank you. The closest thing I had said was 'thanks, Goat', which only seemed to tick him off. With Otis all alone clutching his loose sheets of drawing paper, now would be the perfect chance. I dash over; he sees me coming and looks at me in surprise.

"Hey Peter."

"Hi. Thank you for rescuing me that night, Otis. I mean it. You saved my life."

"Oh. You already thanked me," he points out with a grin. "But I appreciate it."

He stands there, looking at me, while Janet and Kyle walk further and further away to the car park.

Ah, crap.

"Aren't... Aren't you going with your friends to watch a movie?"

"Nah. I'd be third-wheeling a married couple, and I barely even know them. I only met them last week when they sat at my table, and I think Janet has a crush on me." He seems pleased with the last bit. "So, are you hungry? I was about to grab some dinner here before I head home."

"Oh, here?" The food court is suddenly very appealing to me. Nice and bright, filled with other students and loud chatter. "Sure, okay."

We duck into the noisy food court for what Otis promises to be a quick meal. It should still be light when we finish eating. I get a chicken pie with chips and a Coke, and Otis gets serving of cheesy potato bake with sides of steamed carrots, peas and broccoli. The foam cup in his hand turns out to be tea.

"Healthy eater," I observe.

"The perils of being a vegetarian, Peter," he laughs, and adds, "There's only one meat I'll ever put in my mouth."

The motherly serving lady with silver hair and wrinkles gapes scandalously at him, but the joke flies over my head; I'm too busy squinting at him, trying to see how he manages to stay so large while eating so healthily.

Otis pays for both of our meals and we carry the food on plastic trays to a vacant table. I thank him for paying for my food and offer to pay him back, but Otis waves my offer away and chuckles darkly. "That was Arthur's money I took when he was unconscious."

Memories of my night at Exile fill my mind, and I tense up. The drone of conversation in the food court fades to a quiet ringing and I stare at my food numbly.

"Please don't leave," Otis says suddenly, snapping me out of my daze with a hand on my arm. "I only meant to lighten the mood. It was stupid of me to bring it up."

"Huh?" I look down and see that I'm gripping the sides of my tray. "Oh, I didn't mean to..."

I let go and we start eating in an awkward silence.

Otis makes a brave attempt at conversation. "I really admire your resilience, you know. You're out here and facing the world again. I was in your shoes once, and I couldn't leave my place for two whole months."

I give him a doubtful look which plainly says I don't believe him, which I don't.

Otis stops shovelling potato and peas into his mouth and shows me a faint scar running down the middle of his forehead from his hairline. It's very noticeable once you know it's there. "They hit me so hard my head split open. I had to get stitches and everything -- there was so much blood I thought I was going to die."

"It looks like you were attacked by Voldemort."

He laughs at my reference until he's teary eyed and I smile for the first time in a week.

"So how does a big guy like you get a scar like that?"

"When a big guy like me comes out to his family," he explains stoically, looking me right in the eye. I can see it's an old hurt, the memory scarred over countless times and no longer affecting him. Maybe I'll be the same one day.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say quietly. I study him furtively behind my hair, trying to identify what it is that made me assume he was straight. "I didn't know you were gay."

Otis shrugs. "Yeah, well, first impressions can be deceiving. I thought you were just a shallow, slutty twink with nothing between his ears when you called yourself Pinky and made out with Matt just to get into Exile. But then you don't take Arthur's money, and look at you now. You've proven me wrong."

"And I thought you were a big violent jock who hated me." I nod at his loose papers with his sketches and wave a hand at our food. "You've proven me wrong too."

We grin at each other happily now that the ice is finally broken.

I find Otis incredibly easy to talk to.

I expected our conversations to be centred on his work, or sports or going to the gym, but he's into the same nerdy stuff I'm secretly into. It's almost like talking with someone who's the same age as me. That's when I find out he's only 31 years old, which is a lot younger than what I had assumed, but still more than a decade on me.

We strike a topic goldmine and talk about art non-stop for a good half hour, discussing inspirations, aspirations and everything in between. He tells he grew up harbouring a desire to one day become a comic book artist; I tell him I'm still unsure about exactly what I want to end up doing. We swap stories of the most ludicrous artwork installation we've seen or been involved with, and he makes me laugh so hard my throat hurts. My cheeks are sore but I can't stop smiling.

Once our meals are finished we push the trays aside and cover the table with the sketches from the class. His are all perfect. We pore over them together for a long time, and I let him flip through my sketchbook while the conversation is fuelled by talk of the class work and mutual compliments on our drawings.

I buy us gelato for dessert and we eat it while strolling out into the grassy courtyard. That's when I realise it is night time, and I'm outside my apartment and feeling happy and safe.

But the dark still has its drawbacks. Just thinking about why I was so afraid pulls my thoughts back to my night at Exile, and I feel a numbness creep through my body. I break out in a cold sweat.

Otis is staring at me, waiting for a reply to a question I didn't hear.

"Sorry?" I hazard a response.

"I said, I'm really having a good time with you, and I'd like to do it again sometime and get to know you better. Can I take you out to lunch tomorrow? On a date?"

His question catches me off guard, and I'm already half-paralysed with fear. My throat locks up and I end up staring blankly at him while I try to think of something to say.

Otis drops his gaze, looking confused and disheartened. He mumbles an apology and turns to leave.

"Wait! Otis. I -- I wasn't --"

He turns back around, but my explanation doesn't seem to want to come out. Everything that's happened to me swims to the forefront of my mind and I suddenly feel tears welling up in my eyes.

Otis pulls me to a wooden bench and throws our gelato cups away. "There, there, it's okay," he murmurs gruffly, patting me on the shoulder. He looks a tad uncomfortable, and glares at the gawking students passing by; he must think I'm broken.

I dry my eyes and assure him I'm okay.

"I'm just not ready -- to do anything. With anyone."

"I'll just have to try again later then, hey?" he suggests kindly, and I silently curse myself for my poor choice of words.

Even if Otis had been a minute earlier with the question before my thoughts were dominated by Arthur, I probably would have said no anyway. Otis is so different from who I ever envisioned myself dating, and so much older than me as well.

My unspoken answer must be showing on my face because Otis suddenly scowls.

"You could have just said no without the waterworks."

He pushes himself to his feet and leaves without a goodbye.

I suddenly find myself out in the dark and dangerous night without my protector. My apartment is close, but I don't think I will be able to get home by foot so I opt for the bus. There's a nerve-wrecking moment when I realise I'd have to wait at the bus-stop all alone, but thankfully there's a large group of noisy students gathered there already.

When I get off the bus I sprint all the way home and go through my usual nightly ritual of locking the doors and turning on all the lights.

**

As the school term builds up, so does my workload. I don't have time to wallow in my sadness, which is wonderfully freeing in an odd, reversed kind of way. Janet is in my photography class, and we quickly get onto talking terms. Just like her red hair, her personality is fierce. She's fun and loud and chatty. I find out she runs the local branch of a digital media company and dreams of one day working alongside with her husband Kyle. It's a sweet dream.

I see Otis in our shared class twice a week, but we no longer talk to each other. Janet and Kyle sit between us. The three of them share a couple of other classes, so our little group of four in that class stays intact. If they notice the iciness between me and Otis, they're polite enough not to bring it up.

Janet and I partner up for a photography project. The theme is motion, and we come up with the idea of capturing water. It's dynamic, it's unpredictable, and she really sells the idea of pelting each other with water-bombs while Kyle takes the pictures as fun. I agree to it, and we meet on the grassy courtyard on a sunny day to do it.

We're having fun, throwing water-filled balloons and buckets of water at each other while fully clothed, and the images Kyle captures look great. When we've exhausted our supply of water-balloons, Janet finds a hose, and giggling evilly, sprays me down. We do some that make it look like I'm shooting water from my hands. As I'm wiping the water from my eyes, I'm horrified to see Otis joining Kyle on the grass.

"Do one without your shirt, with your arms held out like this," instructs Janet, who had stripped down to an undershirt half an hour ago. She's not aware of how uncomfortable I've suddenly become. When I don't move, she holds her own arms out to show me what she means.

I'm reluctant to take my shirt off in public, especially in front of Otis, but Kyle eggs me on and I take it off. I've got a lightly muscled chest and a flat stomach and skinny arms. Otis watches me silently, and I'm reminded of the way he stared at the skinny, nude model. But then Janet attacks me with the water and I forget all about it.

"Come back, you've got it!" Kyle calls a while later, and we trudge over to our bags with our dry clothes and towels in them. Otis stares at my bare chest with his mouth hanging open, as though stunned, before he realises he's staring and quickly looks away.

I cloak myself in my dry towel and review our snapshots with Janet and Kyle, which is when Otis bids us a farewell and leaves us to it. We agree on the best ones and discuss how to refine them in Photoshop for the project, and then exchange Skype details so Kyle can send me my share of the photos. We wrap our meeting up and say our goodbyes, and then I head to the closest bathroom to change out of my sodden clothes.

There are two stalls and a wall of urinals. One of the stalls is occupied, but otherwise it's empty.

I enter the free cubicle, lock and door and begin to peel off my wet garments. That's when a muffled groan alerts me to repetitive rubbing sound -- the guy in the other stall is jerking off. Blood rushes to my groin; I'm immediately turned on. I glance down and I can see the stranger's shadow. I press myself back against the far wall so he can't see mine, and I watch.

The stranger is sitting on the toilet, with a large hand wrapped around his cock, and is jerking himself off so hard and fast the shadow looks like he's punching himself in the pelvis. He has a monster cock, like a third arm jutting forth from between his two tree-trunk legs. When he lets go to scrunch up some toilet paper, I can see the outline of his foreskin slowly roll back to cover the head.

With a wad of toilet paper ready to come into, the man starts masturbating again. The shadow of his fist glides up and down his long, hard cock. I pull out my own erect member and stroke along, but quietly and slowly so the stranger doesn't notice. He strokes himself faster and doesn't bother to keep his moaning quiet, and then with a groan starts unloading with so much force it shoots over the toilet paper in his hand. I hear it splatter wetly over and over against the back of the cubical door and see pearly white droplets land on the floor.

I climax at the same time, though not as heavily. I catch most of it in my hand and I let it drop into the toilet bowl.

"Oh fuck..." I hear Otis grumble at the mess he's made, and I let out a gasp.

I freeze and hold my breath, my eyes glued to his shadow.

Otis freezes too, and I'm worried for a second that he knows it's me, but then he goes back to wiping the jizz from his receding penis and stuffs it back into his pants. With a clink of his belt buckle, he's belted up. The toilet paper dispenser rumbles as he pulls out a handful of paper to clean his semen off the door and floor. He flushes the toilet paper and steps out to wash his hands.

I slowly exhale.

It's silent for a bit, and I'm straining to hear his actions. Then he growls, "Catch you later, Pinky," and leaves in a hurry.

I wipe my hand dry, tear into my dry clothes as quick as I can, then dart into his stall. It still smells like him, like sweat and sex and his seed. I breathe in the scent giddily, growing more and more aroused without really knowing why. When I come to my senses, I wash my hands and venture carefully outside, but Otis is already gone.

**

On Monday it seems like Otis and I will carry on ignoring each other, until the teacher groups the class by table and sends us out into the grounds. She wants us to pair up in our groups and do portraits.

Naturally, Janet and Kyle pair off, leaving me with Otis. We make eye-contact, and it becomes clear neither of us are going to mention what took place in the restroom. We're left to our own devices, so long as we get the portraits done. It's a sunny day, and Otis suggests the outdoors where there'll be a nice juxtaposition of light and shadow. His words, not mine.

He leads me to the roof that I never got a chance to visit when I skipped that first Thursday class.

The view is stunning from up high. Otis joins me while I excitedly capture the view of the city in my sketchbook. He puts on his glasses and draws the building across the street in explicit detail, down to the minute cracks in the plaster and the grunge on the dirty walls.




My Hero



When I'm done Otis takes off his glasses and we finally get on with our portraits. It's not as intimidating as I thought it would be. He looks peaceful when he draws, and I self consciously try to compose my face to mirror that calmness. We draw three portraits each, and when he looks over at what I've done, he laughs.

"What?" I say rather defensively.

"It's nothing bad, I promise," he says. "I look like an ape there, and in that one too."

I look down and see he's right; the weight of my pencil stroke thickens around the curve of his cheeks, and I've done an unflattering representation of his beard.

"It's good though," he assures me. "I like it."

I look at his portraits of me, and see he's done them in various styles. The first is a simplistic and appealing comic book style -- sort of a mix between the stuff you'd see in Marvel comics and The Walking Dead. The second is a soft cartoonish rendition that takes five years off my age and adds a layer of innocent to my character. The third places my floating head in a tribal tattoo-styled nest of thick lines -- it continuously draws the viewer's eyes in circles.

"I've left out the bruises," he comments. He looks at me seriously. "Do you need to get a doctor to look at them? They've faded a bit, but you've had them for quite a long time."

"I just heal really slowly," I explain. "I'll never get an Adamantium skeleton at this rate."

Otis laughs at my Wolverine reference, gives me a friendly nudge in the ribs, and as simple as that we start talking again. He sure is a sucker for geek culture. There's a little tension at first. Otis is undoubtedly more guarded after my unspoken rejection, but he quickly warms up to me.

I ask him about the tattoo style he's done; it looks professional. He tells me it is. Before working as a bouncer at Exile, Otis did tattoo designs for a parlour in the city, and was doing quite well until the owner sold the place and moved to Florida.

"I've got two of my own designs on my arms. Wanna see?"

I nod, and he pushes his shirt sleeves up to his armpits to show me his hairy arms. Dark brown hair obscures some of it, but it's still clear enough to see. On one arm he's got a complex Celtic seal the size of my hand that folds in on itself endlessly, and on the other arm an emerald and ruby coloured dragon winds its way around his muscled bicep.

"Ever think about shaving or waxing all that hair?" I ask.

Otis frowns. "Why would I want to do that?"

Then I point to a third tattoo under the dragon; it's a name I can't quite make out. But Otis tugs his sleeves down and changes the subject, so I let it pass. We do some more portraits, and talk about comic books, TV and movies the entire time. Otis makes me laugh really hard, and then acts upset and tells me I'm ruining his portrait, which makes me laugh even harder.

When we're done, we're still talking about movies, and he asks if I want to see one with him now. I readily agree, and we walk down to the cinema and flash our student cards for a discount. I buy a serving of extra-large popcorn for us to share and two large sodas.

It is dark outside by the time the movie is over, and the closest bus stop is deserted. I manage to mask my fear, but there's no need; Otis stays by my side and waits for the bus with me. He doesn't comment on my decision to take public transport despite living within walking distance.

The bus makes an appearance a few minutes later.

"Dinner on Thursday?" Otis asks. "As friends."

"Yeah, I'd like that," I smile.

"Catch you later then, Pinky," he says, and my face glows red.

**

On the rainy, Thursday night after class, Otis and I have another amazing time together. Yes, it is in a crowded and noisy food court, and yes, a few strangers share the other end of our table throughout our meal, but we are having so much fun it barely registers.

Otis walks me home afterwards. I don't ask him to or plan for it, but we are so engrossed in our conversation it just sort of happens. I'm glad I've got my protector by my side, helping me face my fears.

It begins to drizzle lightly, and I wrap my arms around myself.

"You've got to get some warmer clothes, Peter," Otis sighs. He goes to take his jacket off, but I think he remembers what happened last time he tried to put one around my shoulders, and stops himself. Instead, he opens it up and offers, "C'mon, I'll warm you up the old fashioned way."

He pulls me into his arms and stretches the jacket around my slender body. I can't believe how warm he is. My arms wrap themselves around his chubby body, pressing myself closer to him. I turn my head to the side and listen to him breathing, the steady beat of his heart and the sound of the rain and the wind around us. His scent reminds me of the jerk-off session we inadvertently shared. But it doesn't only arouse me; it makes me feel safe and secure.

I know then that I'm starting to like him -- a lot. I'm addicted to the way he can make me laugh, and I've never been able to talk to someone so naturally or comfortably after such a short amount of time. There's never a dull moment with him, and he's so full of positivity he can't help but lift up those around him. He's different from my usual tastes, but in a good way.

"Thanks for walking with me," I say to the inside of his jacket. "And staying with me. I wouldn't have gotten this far after -- after Arthur. You really helped me take my mind off it." Thinking about that night at Exile doesn't even cripple me any more like it used to. "I'm glad I've got you."

"Peter..." Otis breathes my name, and I look up. He's got a wild lust in his eyes, and I'm sure I've got him matched with my own.

I raise myself up on the balls of my feet and lean in to kiss him. He leans down - and the sky opens above us.

"Fuck damn!" Otis looks up and curses as we are suddenly barraged by heavy raindrops. The concrete side-walk hisses under the assault of the rain.

We're nearly at my apartment, so I grab his hand and together we make a run for it. He's not as fast as I am, but he keeps up easily despite his bulk. We reach my place, and he hangs by the doorway while I hunt down an umbrella to loan him.

I find the umbrella and press it into his hands.

"I didn't mean to freeze on you, when you asked me out," I suddenly blurt out. "I do like being with you, Otis."

He smiles. "I know, and I like being with you too, Peter. You don't have to apologise for anything."

I invite him inside on an impulse, but he shakes his head; he has to work tonight. He gives me a big, wet bear hug and I pull him back when he starts to pull away. We eventually stop hugging and he bids me goodnight and lumbers down the hallway.

I lock the door and turn on all the lights as usual, and then clean up in my bathroom. I jump into bed and start to touch myself. The bedroom lights are too bright to recreate the moment wrapped in Otis's jacket and arms, so I turn them off for now. I think about the feel of Otis's arms around me, and his strong, masculine scent, and I start to stroke myself urgently. I come into a wad of tissues, and then lie back thinking about him.

When I wake up the next morning, I realise it's the first night in the city that I've slept with the lights off.

**

We have lunch and dinner every Monday and Thursday after class from then on, and each time Otis walks me home. Our conversations cover everything under the sun. I finally learn how he got the nick-name Goat. His friends called him Oats, and when he first started at Exile a customer confused it for Goat. Ralph overheard, and after repeating it as a barbed joke one day it became a friendly way of teasing him.

We talk about past art works, which leads to high school, and that of course leads to growing up and coming out. Otis learns that I haven't yet come out to my parents, and insists that I should. He tells me of his own experience, where his mother disowned him on the spot and his father and brother beat him senseless and gave him the scar on his forehead, which terrifies me.

I'm sure my parents would understand, I tell myself, so there's no need to tell them. Otis tells me to consider it, but doesn't pressure me.

He also finds out I'm still an anal virgin -- with both giving and receiving - when I don't have a first-time story to share. I start telling him about the first dick I sucked, but I think it sounds desperate in comparison and I stop. He laughs and encourages me to go on, and I finish the story.

"You're so easy to talk to, Otis. There aren't many people that know I haven't had sex yet... It's embarrassing. I used to let my friends call me Pinky and think I was a slut instead of a virgin."

"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin," Otis promises me solemnly.

He tells me about his job as a bouncer for Exile. The most important thing isn't being big and intimidating, but being able to read people and talk to them. With those two alone, he can solve most situations without the need for any violence.

I start to like him as more than just an exciting new thing to lust over, or the guy who saved my life. Every time we hang out, I can feel my perception of beauty changing, and I start seeing him and the world around us in new and exciting ways.

However I've found such a good friend in Otis that I'm afraid of messing things up and losing him. Otis similarly seems to be holding back. We talk and laugh and flirt a lot, and all our hugs linger far too long, but that's the extent of our friendship. Relationship. Whatever it is.

Then one Thursday night at dinner, he asks me to help him with his end-of-class exhibition. It's a public showing for all students enrolled in the art school. I say yes, and he gives me his address and tells me to come over tomorrow afternoon.

**

Otis lives close to the art school, so I take my usual route to get there. He greets me at the door with a hug, and I twist away to get a better look at him. He's shaved -- a first for me. I've never seen his cheeks look so smooth. There's no more stubble to distract from his warm, puppy dog eyes. His hair is also shorter and neater. Otis rubs his chin self-consciously while I admire him and he lets me in.

His apartment is similar to mine, in that there are art supplies strewn about all over the place, and there's a distinct sense of organised chaos. I can quickly work out where he sits in the living room to draw, and where he sits to paint based on the tools lying around. Nearly all of the surfaces are covered with loose pages filled with thumbnails, illustrations, water-colours and ideas born from a ball-point pen.

"I'm going to do a photography piece," he says, reaching for a case on top of a wall cabinet that contains the equipment. When his shirt lifts up I can see his hairy belly hanging slightly over his pants. Once that would have made me laugh disdainfully, but now it's just another image I store away for my own private time.

Otis's bedroom is slightly neater, with white bed sheets and a few garments on the floor. We use the second bedroom though, which is empty. Otis sets up the white backdrop and I take care of the lighting he borrowed from the school earlier today. Soon we have close to studio quality lighting in the small bedroom.

"Who else lives here?" I ask. The apartment is much too big for one person alone.

"Just me," Otis replies. "It's close to my work and school, and I make enough to cover the rent."

"Why don't you find a room-mate and split the cost?"

Otis falls silent as he pulls out the digital camera, and I assume it's something else he doesn't want to discuss, like the name tattooed on his arm. I ask him about the piece he plans on doing instead, and with a wide grin he reveals it's going to be topless.

I splutter and make sounds, but secretly I can't wait to see him without his shirt on.

"You ready?" he asks jokingly, as he starts to tug his shirt over his head. He takes it off, and I try not to stare his body too much.

Of course, I fail right away.

Otis has a thick-set, hairy body which comes as no surprise, and his height helps him wear his bulk well. But there is hard muscle under the fat of his belly which shifts the proportions; the fat does not hang off his frame to give him a pear shape, but rather spreads itself evenly making him look solid and impenetrable.

His chest is ruggedly built. A thick forest of chest hair sprouts between his pecs and spreads across his chest and all the way up to his shoulders and down to the hem of his pants. There's an extra hairy line running down the middle of his belly. I can see two dark nipples peeking at me under all the thick fur. His muscular chest presses against the bulge of his belly when he leans forwards to take his pants off, and when his pants slide down his tree-trunk thighs I can see the pouch in his boxer-briefs jutting out from his endowment. Even while flaccid, it looks like his cock is straining to burst free from its cotton confines.

Otis catches me gawking at him when he straightens and grins at me, looking pleased. His modest confidence is incredibly sexy to me.

I can't believe how turned on I am right now.

He faces the other way for a second and I see even more body hair running down his back. I want to reach out and stroke it. I've never been with a guy who didn't spend countless hours waxing, shaving and meticulously plucking every hair from their bodies. I'm more than fond of Otis's mind and personality, but right now simple lust is winning.

I sit down to hide my erection, shake my hair from my eyes and start taking pictures of him. He has about fifty ideas and wants to explore them all, so I snap several images for all of them. He checks each set after I take them, but I must be doing what he has in mind because he soon gives me full reign of the camera. My lust slowly fades to a simmer as he puts me through my paces and it's safe for me to stand up when the required camera angle calls for it.

We finish with Otis pulling his underpants down so a sliver of his penis is visible. He has a thick bed of dark pubes. He makes a loose fist in each hand and makes sure I've got both of his artistic tattoos in the frame. "Make it look like I'm not wearing anything," he instructs me.

I lower the shot until the waistband of his underwear is just out of frame and then take the photo.

He does one final review before putting his clothes back on and tells me the last one is a winner. "Hopefully that wasn't too uncomfortable for you. There was a lot less left to the imagination compared to a shadow."

That makes me blush crimson red, and he laughs as he goes to make us sandwiches for lunch.

I'm suddenly struck by an idea while we eat. "Hey, can I paint you?"

He seems genuinely surprised. "You want to paint me? What for?"

I nod. "For the exhibition. And I want to paint you while we've still got one of them light things."

"Yeah, I'll do that," he says agreeably.

We finish our food and pack away all but one of the lights in the bedroom. I relocate the light to the living room, where Otis is starting up the first season of Game of Thrones on the television so he has something to pass the time with. He finds me a primed canvas and I gather black and white paint, brushes and pencils from around the apartment.

"Have you seen this show yet?" he asks.

"No. I recognise the intro music though, I think I've heard a YouTube cover of it."

"You'll thank me for not spoiling it," he promises, and changes it to another show. He turns the volume way down so it's not distracting. "How do you want me -- fully nude? Superman pose?"

I giggle nervously and tell him topless and sitting on a stool is fine. He strips with a flourish for me and sits under the light, and as expected, his chest hair catches the incandescence beautifully. The hairs on his shoulders glow silver and give him an almost ethereal cloak of light. I sketch with pencil first and lay down the base tones quickly, and slather on the brightest highlights and the darkest shadows. The mid-tones will take care of themselves.

I paint for hours without realising it. It's nearly midnight and Otis's phone alarm sounds. He stretches with a grunt. "I've got work in 15 minutes. I've gotta get ready."

I get up with a cry, flustered. "You should have told me!" I start to pack everything away, but he's more concerned about me.

"I can't walk you home this time, Peter. Have you got money for a cab?"

"No," I say in a small voice. I grip the paintbrush in my hand tightly before I return it to its proper place. Be brave, I tell myself, for Otis. "It's fine. I can walk."

"Yeah?" There's a congratulatory note in his voice.

"I'll pretend you're by my side." That comes out much more romantic than it sounded in my head and I feel my neck turn red.

Otis holds out his hand. "Give me your phone. I'm adding my number and I want you to call me if anything happens. If you're in trouble or if you need me to come over or whatever -- I'll be there in five minutes."

I pass my phone over. "You'd do that for me?"

"I thought my crush on you was obvious, Peter," he says with a small smile.

I swallow, empty mouthed and look into his eyes. He looks back, and I know it's more than a crush.

He suddenly holds the camera out, taps the screen, and takes a shirtless photo of himself. "In case you need a reference image," he says with a wink as he passes it back to me.

I call his number to make sure it works, and his phone buzzes.

"I've got your number now," says Otis playfully, checking his phone.

"Then you better give me a call some time."

Otis is grinning like a drunken fool. "Okay Peter, I've got to take a shower before work, but I'll see you on Monday?"

"Have a good night, Otis." I hug him goodbye, run my hands down his back and breathe him in, wishing that my own shirt was off.

Canvas painting in hand and Otis on my mind, I brave the dark streets and make my way home. I find another use for his reference image that night when I'm alone in my bed, and suspect that was what he had intended all along.

**

We don't see each other until Monday, but that doesn't mean we don't hear from each other.

Otis and I text each other back and forth on Saturday, and then he calls me in the late afternoon and we talk until he has to go to work. We do the same on Sunday, but at the end of our hour-long conversation he asks me if I want to have lunch with him tomorrow after class.

"We already do."

"I don't mean the cafeteria. I mean a proper restaurant, with plates that don't have different sections for your food, and cutlery that isn't plastic. I'll drive us there and back. As a thank you for helping me out with my project."

"Like a date?" I ask him.

Otis stumbles for a bit, and then says, "Yeah, like a date. But only if you want to."

"I do. I'll see you tomorrow, Otis."

I dive into my meagre wardrobe and try to put together an outfit that will impress him. Nothing skimpy or too tight and nothing I haven't already worn to class. It doesn't leave much, but I dig out a white dress shirt that goes well with my jeans. Then I wonder if the place we're going is a no-jeans sort of place.

I try the same shirt with my black jeans. It's as fancy as I can get with my budget.

**

I wear my fine clothes to class on Monday, and when I see Otis I can feel my jaw drop. He's wearing a grey button-up shirt that fits him perfectly. It's unbelievably sexy and shows off his broad, muscled shoulders and arms. The way his shirt is tucked in makes the fabric hug his body, and is like seeing him without any shirt at all. To my relief, he has completed his outfit with a pair of jeans. He hasn't shaved his beard since Friday, and a dense scruff claims his face once again.

We do messy emotional painting that day in class. The tables and chairs have all been pushed to the side of the room, and about 25 painting easels now fill the room. There's a set of headphones for each of us, each connected to an iPod -- property of the school -- filled with various types of music, and there are pots of various paints and inks.




My Hero



Thankfully the teacher passes out aprons. She stares at me and Otis in our fancy get-up with raised eyebrows, accurately reading into the situation before moving on. Everyone else puts their apron on so Otis and I don't feel silly doing it, and we manage to get through the entire lesson without a single drop of paint or ink touching our clothes.

There isn't a chance to talk with the headphones on. I am quickly lost in my own sort of artistic trance listening to classical music while I let my paintbrush roam free without too much thought. I try metal and dub-step with interesting results, and make a mental note to try the latter again some time.

Less than a minute after I take my apron off at the end of the class, I turn around and walk right into Janet who splatters her tray of inks across my chest. It soaks right through to my skin.

"Omigod!" she squeals and tray clatters to the ground to get my shoes and jeans as well. "I'm so sorry, Peter. I'll clean it for you."

"It's alright, I've got it," I mumble. I hurry into the back room and swap the shirt for an apron, then stand at the sink and rinse as much of the colour out of it. There's no salvaging it for our date.

Otis finds me. "We can try again another time," he says unhappily, hands in his pockets. "I don't expect you to want to go out with a wet, stained shirt. I won't force you to either." He looks so disconsolate I want to give him a hug, but my apron has wet paint on it.

I can't bear seeing Otis like this, not when I can do something about it.

"Why don't we go back to your place? Pizza and a movie?"

"Place-holder date it is," he says, beaming.

We walk back to his place. My shirt is still wet and the sun is still out, so I wear it unbuttoned and it flaps slightly in the wind.

Otis can't keep his eyes off me. When he realises I'm watching him watch me, he offers to hold the shirt for me. I laugh and button it up.

"I was being serious," Otis says. "You've got a really nice body. You should be proud of it. If I looked like you, I'd be showing it off all the time."

We reach his apartment, and he finds his smallest shirt which looks three times my size. I thank him and take my shirt off to change in the living room. My chest is still mottled with blended inks and I groan.

"Hey Otis, reckon I can take a quick shower?"

"Yeah, might as well. I'll order the pizza while you're doing that."

Otis finds me a clean towel, and again can't seem to take his eyes off my bare chest. He runs a thumb down my smooth chest and I can see him biting his lower lip. I wait for him to do more, but he pulls back.

"Go wash your perfect body," he sighs, smitten and not afraid to show it. "What toppings do you want on the pizza?" he calls out as I step in the shower cubicle.

"Whatever you're having!"

Once I'm clean I put on his giant shirt and join Otis on the couch. I have my underpants on, but don't bother wearing my inky jeans. Otis offers me some pants, but the delivery man knocks on the door and he gets up to collect and pay for the pizza. When he sits back down, he makes my side of the couch jump and I giggle.

"What? What did I do?" he asks innocently, and sets the pizza box on the coffee table. The bemused look on his face only makes me laugh even harder. "Aw c'mon, tell me!" The corners of his mouth tilt up, and he starts tickling me. I yelp in surprise and tickle him back, and soon we're rolling around on the couch, hiking each other's shirts up and tickling each other while the pizza sits there forgotten. I lose my shirt, but manage to hitch his up over his head and scurry my fingers up and down his sides which has him gasping for breath.

When the laughter finally subsides, I'm straddling his lap with my hands resting firmly on his hairy chest. Otis's shirt is off and lost somewhere behind the couch. He holds me against him with his large hands pressed against my lower back and I run my hands through the hair on his body. I can feel his erect penis nudging mine, and mine responds like it has a life of its own.

"Otis..."

He brushes the hair from my face and kisses me.

His soft lips leave mine tingling and wanting more. I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him again, and this time his lips part under my own.

I can feel his cock throbbing under me, and I reach down to grab it.

"Mmph. Peter, don't..."

I shift back a bit and rub him through his jeans. He reaches hesitantly for mine. I grab his hand and hold it against my cock. He rubs me through my underwear, and it feels so good. His hands are warm, and his fingers jostle and stroke my cock and balls.

"Fuck, you're rock hard..." he breathes.

His hips thrust gently as I rub him, and he tilts his head back with a moan. I unzip him.

"Don't..."

But he offers no further resistance.

With my help his cock springs free from his boxer-briefs. It is as big as I had imagined since seeing its shadow in the restroom. It's easily 9 inches and is as thick as my wrist. I don't know how I'm going to wrap my lips around that, but I can't wait to give it a try.

"Peter, stop," he says when he sees what I'm about to do. He pulls his underwear over his monster of a cock, and the waistband bounces back to his hips with a definite snap.

I'm confused. I know it's not a size issue for him -- he's hung like a god. He clearly has no problem getting it hard.

"Don't you want me?"

"I want you so fucking bad, Peter, you have no idea..." He kisses me to prove it. "But I've been with guys where we suck on the first date, fuck on the second, and by the third he's seen and done everything and you never hear from him again. It hurts, and it makes you feel like shit. So now I have a rule where I go slowly with any guy who means something to me."

His eyes search mine, and I see a flicker of worry in them. He's so attentive to my needs and my thoughts, and I know with certainty I could wait a whole year for him if he asked.

I think I'm falling in love. And he hasn't even seen my dick yet.

I'm not ready to admit it yet, so I kiss him, opened mouth and find his tongue with my own. He squeezes my ass gently, one cheek and then the other, while I grind myself against him. His finger strays to rub my hole and soon his belly is slick with my pre-come.

We are so getting blue balls tomorrow.

We make-out until our stomaches are growling, then we detach ourselves from each other and reheat the pizza in the microwave. Otis puts on the movie; it's The Fellowship of the Ring. He kicks off his pants and shirt and we settle side by side on the couch wearing only our underwear.

Not how I imagined how our first date would look.

"I'm taking you out on a proper date next time," Otis promises, devouring half his slice in one bite.

"This is perfect, Otis. I love the view. I love the movie, too."

"It's my favourite too." He winks at me, and I can't tell if he's talking about me or the movie.

We polish off the pizza and then snuggle up on one side of the couch. Otis doesn't have to work Monday nights, and it feels so good with his arms wrapped around me we decide to attempt the whole 9-hour marathon and watch all three movies. I fall asleep near the end of The Two Towers.

I wake up the next morning in Otis's bed, with my last memory of being on the couch.

I'm not in my bed -- my first instinct is panic.

'I want you so fucking bad, Peter, you have no idea...'

I leap off Otis's crisp white sheets and check myself. My underpants are still intact. I do a strange sort of stationary march on the spot. I've never been fucked so I don't know what it'd feel like afterwards, but I'm not sore -- and I think I would be, if Otis had stretched me out with his 9 inches. Then the panic fades and I realise I'm being stupid.

My reflection in the mirror catches my eye and I stare at it perplexedly. I look a little dishevelled, but happier and healthier than I have in a long time. It takes me a few seconds before it hits me -- the bruises on my jaw have finally cleared.  

I make my way into the living room and find Otis curled up on the couch under a blanket. He's like a cosy little boulder. The sight of him sleeping alone makes me want him even more, but I wake him up with a chaste kiss on the cheek. I've got a morning class to go to, I tell him, and he offers to make me breakfast but I need to get home for clean clothes.

We hug, kiss again, and I rush home to clean my teeth and take a shower. I barely have to touch my cock before it's spewing forth string after string of come.

**

The next few weeks fly past, and are some of the happiest moments of my life.

I go back to Otis's place whenever we're both free, and he puts me onto Game of Thrones. I nearly stopped watching after the first episode, thinking that the little kid dies, but he promises it gets better. I end up loving it, as he knew I would, and we demolish the rest of the season as well as the second. Otis can't wait to introduce me to the Firefly universe.

When we aren't watching TV and movies, playing video games together or just being close to each other while we read or work on our art, we're passionately kissing. It's something both of us love to do for hours on end.

I spend the night at his place every few days and we start sleeping in the same bed. There's nothing quite like it, being spooned by a bigger hairy man. Except maybe kissing in bed, of which we do all the time now.

I don't know exactly when we're properly 'together', but it sinks in when Janet, Kyle, Otis and I go on a couple's date to try out a new Italian restaurant.

Otis keeps to his promise of taking me out on a proper outing as well -- just the two of us -- and does so a few times. He pampers me on each occasion and I try not to feel guilty eating at a restaurant where the entrees alone have a $32 price tag. After living as a student for so long I'm amazed that so much money can result in so little food. With Otis by my side, however, not even the outrageous prices can ruin the amazing time we always have.

I conquer my fear and return to Exile, not to dance or drink but to meet Otis's friends. Matt greets me with a familiar kiss, and I become friends with him, as well as the other bouncers, the two full-time bartenders and the owner, Ralph. I hang out there occasionally on the quieter nights when Otis is working, and the regulars soon know who I am.

Our end-of-term art exhibition draws closer and I build on my painting of Otis over the weeks. I am constantly inspired by the real thing to improve it until it can do him justice. I can pretty much work off memory now, having seen him with his shirt off so often. The artwork's title comes to me gradually, but every time I think about it I smile.

Otis and I don't get much further than kissing and grinding and some light rubbing and spanking, and I sense he's holding back something. But I'm happy to wait as long as it takes, and likewise, Otis is content doing what we do.

**

The school term ends, and we all showcase our best work in the exhibition. The pieces will stay up for the duration of the two week break, but there's a casual opening night with catering and speeches. It's a pretty good turnout.

We stick to our areas and talk to the viewers. It's a good way to scope out potential jobs for the future as well, and I manage to get a few downright insulting job offers but not much else. When the opening night wraps up, I wander through the gallery and find Otis's work. I want him to see mine, as I've been keeping it a secret from him so far.

His piece consists of two large prints facing each other, made to look like Otis is looking at himself in a bathroom mirror, and the viewer can walk between them. The two images are mirrored copies, save for a tattoo of Otis's design plastered on the forehead. The tattoo is a variation of a reflection ambigram, designed so it reads 'BEAUTY' one way, and when 'mirrored', reads 'BEAST'.

There's an old couple arguing about what Otis is trying to convey.

"He clearly sees himself as a beast in society's eyes, but alone, he knows he's beautiful."

"No, no, no. The artist is the so-called Beauty. This is a message on vanity -- he thinks he's attractive, but others don't agree."

I don't see Otis anywhere in the student's break room, so I wander around a bit more and find him taking a breather alone in an empty classroom. He's toying with his glasses and looks a little unhappy, so I sit next to him and wrap an arm around him. He grabs my hand and holds it tightly.

"I saw your piece," I say after a while.

Otis nods.

"What's wrong?" I ask, frowning.

He sighs, and tells me, "I always thought cryptic meanings in your art were for assholes, but look at me now. Spent most of the night explaining what my intention was over and over -- no-one understood it. That hidden, secret message we fold into our craft... It's like we're reaching out, asking without words the questions we're too afraid to voice: if anyone understands me, if anyone shares my view on the world... And tonight, not a single person answered back."

"I understand you." And I bravely attempt to show I understand him.

There's a lot riding on this.

"You're not the Beauty or the Beast," I start boldly. He doesn't shake his head, so it's a good start. "You're not vain enough to put yourself in either position -- things like that don't bother you. That part isn't the focus of the message, anyway. What matters is that the viewers -- society -- are the ones who look and judge and label us. They argue and decide whether you fall within the acceptable parameters of what's considered beautiful, and you don't get much of a say in it. So it doesn't matter what you think about yourself, because others will judge you anyway."

"Spot on, Peter," he says in a watery voice, and pecks me on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'm not upset. Just bummed out."

My heart breaks for him. Does he really think that way about himself?

"You're always telling me to appreciate my body and to be proud. You should be proud too."

Otis shrugs. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"I wouldn't want you to change a thing. I -- like you just the way you are." The word 'love' nearly slips out, but my belly does an odd flop and I change it at the last second. Now doesn't seem like the right time, anyhow.

"It is okay, Peter. You don't need to say that to cheer me up. I know I'm not your preferred type. I saw the way you kissed Matt that first night, the way you cringed away from him and how turned off you were by his size. You felt obligated to be with me because I saved your life, and now you stay with me because I make you feel safe."

I pull him roughly to his feet without a word and march him back to the gallery. The floor is empty now and it's quiet. I lead him right to my painting.

It's a life-sized portrait of Otis, in sombre greyscale on a black background. The lighting makes him look majestic, and I know I've successfully captured his beauty. I've also captured all his flaws -- the stretchmarks on his hips and under the shoulder, his scars and the loneliness in his eyes, but I've painted it in a way that accentuates him instead of detracting from his character. With a fine brush I've even given every single hair on his body the detail and accuracy it deserves.

Otis whistles in appreciation. "Peter, you made me look hot! I can't believe --"

He leans in to read the title and goes silent.

I've named it 'Perfection'.

"I didn't have to 'make' you anything, Otis. I painted what I saw. I did start out feeling drawn to you because you were my protector, but you're so much more to me now. You're the most beautiful and amazing person in the world -"

I pause and give myself time so I can gather the courage to say what I've been dying to say. But the words come easily -- it's the easiest thing I've ever said out loud.

"I love you."

Otis looks at me strangely. He's stunned. For a horrible second I think I must've misread every signal he's sent me. But then he crushes me in a fierce bear hug and rumbles in my ear, "I love you too, Peter."

We kiss passionately, holding each other, until a cleaner trudges past and coughs rudely.

Otis grabs my hand with a wicked grin and pulls me into the unlit corridors. He leads me into a small supply storeroom and locks the door behind us. He grabs a folded table cloth, throws it on the ground and gets down on his knees on top of it to unzip my fly.

I giggle and squirm out of his grasp. "Otis, but we'll get caught here!"

"I do plan on giving you a screaming orgasm, so that all works out." In a more serious tone, he adds, "I can't wait any longer, Peter. I've wanted to do this for so long."

I'm breathless with excitement -- I've never felt this giddy over a blow-job before.

Otis unzips me and pulls my erect member out. It's average in every dimension, but he lets out a sigh in content. "It's perfect," he says, lightly running his fingers along the sides of my shaft, cradling it in his hands. He flicks the tip of his tongue up and down the underside of my cock, and then sucks on my foreskin.

Otis takes his own monster cock out and strokes it while he teases me with his tongue.

I'm shivering with anticipation.

He looks up at me with his eager, loving eyes and takes me into his mouth.

"Ooh... Oh Otis, oh my god..." I can't help but moan as he sucks me gently, bobbing his head forward and twisting as he pulls back. He uses his tongue to rub the underside of my cock in a circular motion with each passing.

His fingers find my balls and he pulls them ever so gently. His other hand snakes up under my shirt to roll a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I throw my head back, breathing heavily from the pleasure he's drawing out of me.

"Otis... Otis, I'm getting close. You're gonna make me come, baby..."

Otis lets go of my balls and sneaks his hand back to rub and tease my ass. He buries his face in my crotch and his tongue swirls around and around my cock, and I start to come.

"Ooooh- Oh! OH FUCK! Otis, I'm coming!"

Screaming orgasm achieved.

I grab his head and thrust forward, and I unload into his mouth. He swallows hungrily after each shot, again and again, until I'm done. He sucks lightly as he pulls away and leaves my dick glistening with his saliva, but without a single droplet of semen.

He stands up, licks his lips and we kiss again. His dick slides up between my legs; it's warm and thick and rubs against my flaccid penis. We shuffle on the spot until his back is against the wall, and I drop to my knees.

I stand up again so quickly a bone clicks in my ankle.

"Peter, what's wrong?" Otis asks, but I just shake my head.

"C'mon," he whispers gently, and takes me further into the room. He finds a stack of chairs and pulls two of them out. He lies back across them and his cock stands straight up like a sundial.

He knows me better than I know myself; having a towering figure above me while I'm on my knees triggered the memories I worked so hard to be in control of.

But he's no longer towering above me.

I kneel down between his legs and repeatedly slide his foreskin over his large head and back down. It's so thick my fingers don't quite wrap all the way around. He moans a little.

"That feels so good, Peter..."

And he's not just saying that. Pre-come pulses out of his cock and I jerk him slowly until most of his head and shaft is slick with it. I swirl my tongue around his head, kissing and licking up the pre-come; it's sweet, and a little salty.

I explore his shaft with my tongue, making him shudder and moan all the way down to his heavy balls. It smells a little sweaty and is covered in hair, but I bravely run a tongue up one side and am surprised at how good it feels. It's so soft and it tastes like him. I lap at his nut sack and each of his balls spends some time inside my mouth while my hands explore his generous belly. Otis is moaning loudly now. He's reaching down to hold my hair up to keep it out of the way.




My Hero



His cock throbs gently in my hand. It's rock hard, and a shade darker than his olive complexion. I open my mouth as wide as I can and envelop the head of his penis. My jaws open just wide enough to accommodate his girth.

"Oh Peter," Otis whispers, and bucks his hips a little.

I slide him in as far as I can take him -- which isn't much -- and suck as I pull up. I enter a steady rhythm, and use my hands to extend the reach of the pleasure I'm giving him, gliding it up and down his shaft, twisting one way and then the other.

When I start to change the pace and vary the intensity, Otis tenses and groans and begs me to keep going. His fingers reflexively clench and release my hair repeatedly, but with his huge cock in my mouth I barely notice. I have to keep swallowing because he's oozing so much pre-come, and I'm salivating from the taste of his cock.

I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth, focusing on my breathing and slowly getting to my feet to find the right angle, and eventually manage to fit his entire cock down my throat. It throbs and Otis reflexively thrusts once before I gag and pull free.

"I love you so much, Peter..." he whispers. "Don't stop -- please, don't stop."

I go back to a varied pace, and his body alternates between tensing and relaxing. His pleasure is so palpable, so evident, that I can almost taste his climax building on my tongue.

"Don't stop, Peter. I'm nearly there, oh my god..."

He uses the hand holding my hair to guide me towards his completion. His legs on either side of me tremble -

"Oh fuck, I'm coming! Oh Peter!"

He pulls me down and spurts twice down my throat -- I push back up and receive the rest of it in my mouth; he comes so hard I can feel his seed splattering against the back of my tongue. I swallow all of his sweet come and squeeze his receding cock for more.

"You give one hell of a blowjob, baby."

Otis kisses me, and we go back to his place for the night.

**

With Otis as my boyfriend, the school break passes quickly. We suck each other off as much as possible, and he even convinces me to try rimming, something I had always been put off by. He rims my ass out so forcefully it makes me come all over his sheets in a matter of minutes.

I have his dick in my mouth so often I'm soon able to deep-throat him without gagging. Our favourite position is when I'm lying on the bed with my head hanging over the edge, while he gently fucks my face, sucks me off, and plays with my ass at the same time.

The taste of Otis's come gets me horny, but it's nothing compared to Otis's reaction to mine. It instantly makes him rock-hard, so most of the time he's both the first and last one to have an orgasm.

Even when we're not pleasuring each other, our sex life finds a way to pervade other domains of our daily lives. We pose nude for each other's drawings, and it turns out to be extremely erotic -- not one nude drawing session ends without one or both of us coming into the other's mouth.

On the first Monday of our official two weeks off it's my birthday. We head out with our closest friends for an intimate dinner: Janet and Kyle, and a bunch of people who work at Exile I'm close to, including Ralph and Matt. We have a celebratory dinner and my first legal drink. I'm glad I'm not out there getting plastered. That part of my life is over before it even has a chance to begin.

I'm mortified to learn that Matt has a fiancée, and her name is Jasmine. He's not even bi-sexual -- he just really loves all things to do with sex. I splutter and can't make eye contact with them until Matt explains with a laugh that Jasmine is completely on board with what he does and even knows about our kiss.

"There are so many ways to show you love somebody without relying on monogamy," Jasmine says to me at one point during dinner. "The most important thing at the end of the day is that you love and respect each other." She's pretty cool and progressive, and opens my mind to new ways of thinking about sexuality. I can see why Matt is smitten with her.

I don't know how Otis did it, but when we go back to his apartment the place is filled with lit candles. There's even a trail of red and white rose petals leading to his bedroom. We kiss and I pleasure him with my mouth, and then he pulls out a condom and lube with a question in his eyes.

"Yes," I say at once.

Otis dashes to the bathroom to get ready. I decide to give him my own little surprise. I strip naked and get on all fours on the bed. When I hear him return, I clench a condom between my cheeks and hold the pose.

"Oh baby," Otis growls his appreciation when he sees me with my ass in the air. He takes my gift and kisses my lower back. "These condoms were for you, Peter. I wanted you to fuck me."

I turn around, surprised. With a cock that size, I always thought he'd naturally gravitate towards being a total top.

Otis slides open his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom that will better fit him. "But the birthday boy gets what the birthday boy wants. And I think he wants me to fuck him." He lets me sheathe his huge cock and he slathers it with lubricant. He chuckles at the hunger in my eyes, and squirts some lube onto his finger.

"Up."

I stick my ass up in the air. His finger probes my hole, running small circles around my sensitive opening and gets me all slick and ready to receive.

He is just starting to finger-fuck me when I moan, "Fuck my virgin ass." I'm so horny it just slips out.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot this is your first time," Otis says, looking abashed. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

It only hurts a little bit, so I tell him, "Otis, I want you to fuck me hard."

Otis chuckles darkly. "You won't be saying that in a moment."

But he doesn't fuck me yet. He slips his finger back inside me and strokes my velvety tunnel. It's starting to feel good. I close my eyes and thrust back into his fingers. Then he slides another finger in and I grunt with discomfort, and then a third enters me. It hurts and I realise we're not even close to how thick his cock is.

He squeezes more lube over my hole and slides his fingers in and out slowly.

"Alright, I can't stretch you out any further without fisting you, so... are you ready?"

"Yes," I whisper, and bury my face in the pillow in case I scream. I can't wait to feel him inside me, but I'm a little frightened. What if it's too big?

The bed shakes as he gets up. He pulls my ass a little bit higher and keeps it in place with one hand around my hips. The head of his cock presses up against my rear, warm and wet, but feeling a lot more solid than I had anticipated. He pushes and pushes, and my opening doesn't yield.

"Relax," he says softly, stroking my back.

His dick slips inside me and there's a sharp pain.

"Ow!" I gasp and try cringe away from him, but he's holding me around the hips.

"I won't go any further," he promises. "Squeeze your ass a few times for me."

I do as he says, and then he pulls out. I'm panting in pain and anxiety, worried that I won't be able to accommodate him or enjoy it. Or that his monster cock will spear right through me.

"Okay, I'm going back in... "

He enters me again, this time without much resistance on my end. It hurts a lot less, too.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers.

Otis starts to push harder, and slides deeper inside me, slowly edging in and pulling part-way out again. The feel of his cock inside me sends my body into shock. It feels rock-hard, not like the fleshy cock I'm used to sucking. There's still a little pain around the anus, but deeper inside I feel something else. He goes deeper and deeper, and the sensation reveals itself to be his cock stretching my anal cavity out. It feels strange, and starts to hurt more the further he goes, but it's a pain I can tolerate.

"Are you okay?" he keeps asking me every so often, and I nod each time and urge him to continue.

Eventually he presses himself against my back and leans forward to kiss my neck. "How does it feel?"

"You're all the way in," I whisper in awe. I didn't think there'd be room.

I clench my ass and he gives a surprised moan of pleasure, and then laughs.

"Give me a kiss, you cheeky thing."

We kiss while he's inside me, and soon the pain fades. He makes a few small, gentle thrusts to keep my muscles from tensing up. It starts to feel really good, and I tell him I want him to fuck me.

He straightens and hooks both of his hands around my hips. I gasp into the pillow when he pulls out a bit too fast, but he drives it back home just as quick, and I'm suddenly inundated with new sensations.

"Fuck, Peter, your ass feels so good... You're making me so fucking hard."

He picks up the speed of his thrusts, no longer pausing at the apex of each push and pull, and soon he's fucking me with long, smooth strokes. His shaft tugs at my insides and massages the sensitive passage just inside the opening.

Otis grinds up against me and thrusts into me at varying angles. There are sharp sensations of pain, but also sharper and more intense sensations of pleasure. He hits a spot that has me crying out his name in bliss.

I'm glad there's a ten year age gap -- he's an experienced top and keeps adjusting his pace so I'm constantly in a state of sexual elation.

"Oh my god," I whimper into the pillow. I turn my head to the side. "I love you so much, Otis. I can't believe how good your cock feels."

"I love you too, babe," he says roughly, and fucks me even harder.

My ass is in heaven. Otis is growling low in his throat, slamming into me so that the slapping sound of his hips rebounding off my ass fills the room. The bed creaks wildly, shaking from the force of our love-making.

Otis grabs my shoulders. "I'm getting close, Peter."

He pulls me up so I'm propped up on my hands, and with his hands on my shoulders pulling me into each thrust, ploughs into me. I'm shouting and swearing and moaning at the ferocity of his fucking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck, oh fuck! I want to make you come!"

Otis slows down. "Actually, I want to kiss you while I'm coming," he says, and pulls himself out. My ass tingles pleasantly, sort of a warm, glowing buzz.

I roll eagerly onto my back and he climbs onto the bed and parts my legs with his body.

"Hold these," he tells me, and I pull my legs back to my shoulders.

He grips his cock and with we briefly revisit the sensation of his first entry as he pushes his way inside me again. Otis makes the bed bounce and shake as he humps me. I'm moaning with each breath and begging him to come inside me.

The hair on his chest and belly are matted with sweat, and his body shines with it. He leans forward to kiss me, and his belly starts rubbing my cock and balls. It nearly brings me to a climax.

"Oh -- fuck, Otis! Ohmygod!" I push against his body but he doesn't budge; I'm not ready to come yet -- I don't want it to end.

He looks down in alarm, and grins when he sees what his belly is doing to me.

"Don't stop, Otis," I beg him. "Oh my god, please don't stop."

He lowers his mouth over mine and invades my mouth with his tongue while his cock ravages my arse. His thrusts are short and rapid, and he drills me like a jack-hammer. Sweat drips down his muscled arms and his flushed face. I hold his head while he kiss, and cup his whiskery cheeks in my palms. He lets out a few breathy moans as he draws close, and they grow louder and more frequent.

I reach for his hips and pull him in on the thrust that ends it. He plunges into me and comes.

"Mmmmph!" Otis tenses and suddenly exhales loudly, but doesn't stop kissing me. He braces himself on one arm and curls the other hand under my head, lifting it to kiss me more thoroughly. I can feel his cock throbbing as he spurts repeatedly into the condom.

I'm so close it's like torture. When he lowers my head I wrap my arms around his sweaty back and grind myself against his hairy body. Responding to that, Otis starts thrusting again and he makes me come. I howl and grunt and draw in a ragged breath -- it's the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and I'm making sounds I've never heard myself make. Otis kisses me urgently again. My sticky semen gets all over the both of us, but most of it gets stuck in hairs on his belly.

Otis breaks the kiss once I'm soft. He's panting, flushed and sweating, and looks very satisfied.

"Was that good for you?" I ask.

"You're the best screw I've ever had," he says. "Hang on. This might feel a little weird now that you're not horny for it any more."

He slowly pulls his cock out while I shudder at the strange sensation. His dick is still hard, and the condom is flooded with his pearly white seed. He peels it off and flings it to the other end of the bed. Only then does it begin to shrink.

"How was that for you, Peter? Your first time having anal sex."

I crawl over and pin him down on the bed. I straddle him then look down into his smiling eyes. "I think we're going to be really busy for the rest of the holidays," I say before I kiss him.

Otis kisses me back until we're both hard again, which doesn't take long these days. He passes me a condom.

"Otis..."

"I need to feel your cock in me, Peter."

I tear open the condom and start to put it on, but Otis gets down on his hands to roll it down my shaft with his mouth. That turns me on so much I push him back roughly and lift his heavy legs into the air. Otis growls with lust, and holds his legs back so I can penetrate him.

His ass is hairy, but the puckered pink hole looks so wet and inviting. Without thinking, I bravely run my tongue up and down his crack, the same way me licks my ass. It's so warm! I dive back in and wriggle my tongue into the soft, quivering hole, and Otis starts moaning and playing with his nipples.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Ah - you were born to rim ass -- Ooh! Oh my fucking god..."

I rim him until my mouth is sore, and then move back and press my dick against him. It slides in easily, and I feel a mixture of warmth and tightness previously unknown to me. Otis's face is a mask of ecstasy, and I watch him in awe as I gently push further in and pull out, surprised at how intense his reactions are.

"Unngh-"

He quickly comes all over his stomach.

"Don't stop, Peter," he says, still jacking off. "It feel so good, I - I think I'm gonna come again."

I start to thrust into him. The condom dulls too much of the feeling for me, but Otis responds encouragingly, writhing and gasping in all the right places. He lets me know without speaking that I'm in complete control of his impending orgasm.

I fuck him slow, and then hard and fast so that his hairy belly jiggles under me, and witness his third climax building and growing before my eyes. His body tenses as he comes for the third time, and his ass squeezes my cock. Watching him has made me so close; I pull out, tear the condom off and finish with him, splattering his hairy chest and chin with thick ropes of come.

I walk forward on my hands to clean his chin with a lick and then kiss him, with the come from both of us rubbing between our bodies.

**

We have sex several times a day. I top Otis at least once a day, and make him moan so loud the tenants underneath us turn to blasting loud music to block us out, and I bottom for him twice, sometimes three times a day. We also give each other our usual morning and night time blow jobs.

Otis has a much more active sex drive than I do. He's always eager to play, and doesn't mind in what capacity. He always tries to get me to play with his ass while he jacks off, and I enjoyed rimming him so much the first time it becomes an integral part of our foreplay. I'm a quick learner when it comes to pleasing him. I learn how to finger-fuck him to completion while he's masturbating, and how to help him achieve orgasm by prostate stimulation alone, whether it's with my cock or my fingers.

Otis surprises me with a question one morning.

"Have you been with anyone else in the past three months?"

It's roughly the length of time that I've known Otis. I answer truthfully -- no.

I wonder if he's been thinking about what Jasmine said with polyamory, and wants to be in an open relationship. I understand the appeal of it, but can't fathom letting anyone else into my body the way I let Otis. I selfishly hope he feels the same way.

However the reason for the question becomes apparent in the afternoon when he takes me to a sexual health clinic for a rapid HIV test. A quick prick on the finger and 20 minutes later we walk out smiling. Both clean.

We celebrate by having rough bareback sex.

He rims me until I'm on the verge of coming, and then goes straight onto the fucking without messing about with rubbers. There's not much difference for me physically -- it blows my mind like every other time -- but I can tell Otis is enjoying himself a lot more. He makes love to me tenderly; his strokes are slow and deliberate, and I can see the pleasure my tight hole gives him written plainly across his handsome features.

Despite how powerfully Otis comes, all the descriptions of being able to feel a guy shooting 'hot jizz' inside you turn out not to have any truth to it, at least not for me. It is a much more intense orgasm, however, knowing that there is absolutely nothing between us during the height of our shared passion.

It's my turn to fuck him next, and his ass feels so good wrapped around my naked cock. The smooth passage, the wetness and the warmth -- it feels amazing. He comes again and his fingers entwine around my own. I try and hold off just a little bit longer, but soon I'm spurting away inside him.

Afterwards I finger his used, loosened ass and he bucks his hips.

"Ah... Peter, fuck you're making me hard again..."

He's rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples. I already made him come while fucking him, but he wants more, so I insert another finger and pump my fingers inside him. I watch him respond to my touch and it makes me so horny I fuck him again with my own come as lube.

**

In the last few days of the school break, Otis brings up the topic of coming out again.

I tell him I honestly hadn't thought about it since we last discussed it.

"You really should," Otis says. "It's a big part of growing up for all gay men."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you saying I'm immature?"

"No, no. Not at all. I myself didn't come out until I was 25. But now would be a good time to do it, Peter. You've got me -- I'm not going anywhere. And you're still on break so we could drive down and visit your parents before school starts again."

I chew my lip. I know my mother wouldn't mind. She's always been the gentle, loving one. I'm unsure of how my father would react though. He's always been aloof, and we don't have much of a relationship to begin with. The peak of his disappointment in me was when I told him I didn't like sports as a child. We stopped playing catch and football, and then stopped spending much time together at all. I can only imagine how he'd react if I told him I didn't even share his interest in women.

"If there's one thing I could tell my younger self," Otis continues, "is to wait until you've got a safety net. Once you have it though, don't put it off. There's no point in waiting. Whatever the outcome is, you'll be better off on the other side of it. And you'll know who truly loves and accepts you, and who doesn't."

That's one thing we don't talk about much -- his life before he moved to the city.

"Didn't you have anyone when you came out?"

Otis has a faraway look in his eyes and a remnant of sadness clouds them.

"I thought I did. I came out to everyone at the same time, with my rainbow flags a-wavin'. Well, you already know what my family did." He taps the scar on his head where his father and brother had beaten him until he his head was bleeding. "It was a small, conservative town. I was living with my boyfriend at the time, and we were both closeted. Everyone thought, or wanted to think, that we were just room-mates. It was just the two of us against the hate filled world. I think that's what drove us together. When my coming out didn't go to well, he ditched me before I could reveal his secret too.




My Hero



"He changed the locks and threw everything I owned out onto the street. I was at work at the time, and when I came back half of it was already gone or vandalised. My friends magically melted away when I started turning to them for help -- hey, that really suits the metaphor of me being a flamer."

"I'll write it down," I say. "Keep going."

Otis hesitates, and then shows me the mysterious name tattooed on his arm. I know it reads 'Nicholaus'. I have long since managed to read it and assumed it was an old mistake, but don't know the full story behind the name.

"Nicholaus... He was that boyfriend?"

"Yes... I got it when I thought we were in love. After we split, I used to think about getting the tattoo removed, but that'd be like taking out a chunk of your brain, and we've all seen on TV what happens then."

"You turn into a mad but loveable scientist," I remark with a wry grin. I'm extraordinarily happy that he's able to talk about this with me, and he's been able to leave behind the suffering and hatred and walk away a better man.

"So I keep his tattoo to remind myself not to get close to anyone... unless I'm sure the guy is someone I want to spend the rest of my life with."

That touches me in an indescribable way. I kiss him deeply.

"What happened next?"

Otis shrugs. "Small conservative town -- what do you expect? My boss finds out I'm gay, and I'm fired on the spot. No family, no friends, no place to live and no work. So I hitch-hike to the big, progressive city and start afresh."

I've had enough Otis revelations today, so I don't blurt it out loud, but I think I've puzzled out why he doesn't have a room-mate.

Everything about Otis's coming out story tells me not to, but the idea really grows on me that night. I don't want to have doubts about whether my mother truly loves me or not. But I also don't want to see how much further Dad and I will drift apart.

Nicholaus failed Otis when he needed him the most. He couldn't come out for the sake of their relationship. Our situation isn't as dire, but I tell myself if I can't come out I will be no better than that scumbag of an ex.

By morning my mind is made up.

Otis drives us down to my parents' place the weekend before the next school term starts. I tell them over the phone I'm visiting, and my mother is delighted. She gushes over the phone how much she and my father have missed me, and wants to treat me to a home-cooked dinner to welcome me home.

We get there as the sun is setting.

I hug and kiss Mum and Dad, and introduce Otis as my friend to them. We sit in the living room on two sofas that face each other while we catch up. Lemonade is served, and everything is going great. Otis is charming and wins them over straight away, so I get right to it.

I drop the bomb.

My mother is stunned, but I watch Dad carefully. He's slumps back in the sofa and looks defeated, like I've kicked the air from his lungs.

"Dad..." I say, but he doesn't hear me.

I'm so focused on my father I don't hear Otis shouting, or see my mother's hand as she leans forward and slaps me across the face.

My ears ring, and the world spins dizzyingly as my head snaps to the side.

I haven't been struck by anyone since Arthur. If anything, my time with Otis has spoilt me with kindness and compassion. Partly fuelled by outrage, but mostly a primordial instinct to never be beaten into a submission again, I lose my shit.

I launch myself at her over the coffee table, screaming and shouting obscenities. I smash both of our drinks and get glass everywhere.

Otis has his arms around my midsection in the blink of an eye, and is pulling me away. My mother is screaming at me, tears streaming down her face while Dad just sits there, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.

"You can't be gay! Please, Peter, please, not my little baby boy! I didn't raise a son, only to have him become a faggot! I don't want you to throw it all away when you die of fucking aids!"

It's not so much what she's saying makes me feel worthless, but the urgency in her voice. She's screaming her throat raw, pleading and crying so hard the cords in her neck jut out and her eyes turn pink, like she's absolutely certain she could never love me just because I'm gay.

I'm hurting her. I'm hurting her by being me. I love her so much, and it's like she's suddenly been replaced by a creature who spits only hate and blame.

Mum stomps into the kitchen to cry, and I follow her with Otis in tow. I'm crying now, which only seems to make her angrier. Apparently I don't have a right to be upset if my parents disown me, because I'm the one in love with another man. I plead and she screams, I try to reason with her and she screams. Then she realises Otis is my boyfriend and slaps me again for bringing 'another faggot' into her home.

I see red and go at her with everything I've got.

Call me faggot, say I'll die of aids -- that's fine. Throw whatever you want at me, but leave my boyfriend out of it. He's not just 'another faggot', not even close to it.

We punch and kick and slap each other. She's landing more hits on me and I don't even care. I love her and hate her, and I don't know what to do. Otis separates us -- that's when my mother pulls a knife off the magnetic board on the wall. I watch in a daze as she swings it at me -- me, her own son, and I know I'm dead to her. And she is dead to me.

Otis blocks the knife with a forearm. My mother claws at his face -- he turns his head away to avoid the attack, and my mother swings the knife again and rakes a deep gash down the side of his arm. Otis grunts with pain, clutches his arm and takes a step back. My arms are around him in a heartbeat. I'm frightened and don't know what to do. He holds a hand to the cut, but it doesn't quite cover it all and blood rapidly bubbles out and trickles over his fingers.

That puts an end to it.

My mother drops the knife into the sink with a loud clatter, shocked at what she's done. Where was that last shred of decency a second ago, you bitch, before you nearly killed my boyfriend?

"C'mon, we gotta go," says Otis gruffly, dragging me sobbing from my parent's house.

Otis is bleeding heavily. I go to take my shirt off so he can use it as a bandage and stem the flow, but my father comes running out of the house.

"Stay back!" Otis roars furiously.

He steps in front of me protectively, blocking Dad with his body, ready to keep him at bay with a bloodied, clenched fist. But Dad stops a few paces away from Otis with his hands raised in peace.

"Please Peter, I just want to talk," he implores.

Otis checks with me and I nod. I shuffle closer to my father, but not too close.

His face is pale from the stress of everything that's happened and I can see he's struggling to get the words out. I tense, ready to run in case he suddenly swings at me. My mind even goes as far as to wonder whether he's purposely delaying our departure so Otis bleeds to death. Or maybe my mother sent him out here, as a last, desperate resort to try and convert me into the straight son she wants.

"Talk," I order him brusquely.

"I still love you," Dad blurts out, the same way I say things I'm afraid of saying. "I don't care if you're gay. You're my son and I love you. I will always love you no matter what. You... You know that, right Peter?"

No, I didn't. I never knew my father loved me this much. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and there's an aching lump in my throat.

Dad opens his arms for a hug. His cheeks are wet with his own tears. It's too much. I start blubbering like a baby and I hug him. Dad is crying with me, his body shakes as he sobs, and I've never felt closer to him.

"We've got to go," I say thickly after a while, pulling away from Dad and wiping my nose. "Otis is hurt pretty bad."

Dad apologises for my mother and pulls some blue and white chequered tea-towels hanging from his back pocket. He hands them to Otis. My boyfriend takes them with a 'thank you', and starts binding the cut.

Dad pulls me in for another hug.

"Stay in touch, son. I'll try bring your Mum around. Otis! You take care of Peter for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Benson."

"He already does, Dad," I say into his shoulder, and then he runs back into the house.

Otis watches me with teary eyes, and I give him a weak smile before the tears spill out again. At least I'm no longer sobbing. I help him dress the gash on his arm and let him hold me while we lean against the car.

"We've got to get to the hospital," I croak, pulling away, but Otis shushes me gently and pulls me back into his embrace.

"My arm's fine," he assures me, resting his chin on the top of my head.

I need his love and support more than ever right now, so I let him let me be selfish. He gently rubs my back while I cry into his chest and tell him how sorry I am he got hurt. I finally calm down peel my wet cheek off Otis's shirt which is soaked through with blood, sweat and tears. That's one phrase I'll never use again.

"Can you do the driving?" Otis asks with a grimace.

I fish the car keys from his pockets. We hop in the car and I use the GPS on my phone to find the nearest hospital. As I reverse out of my parent's driveway, I wonder if it's my last visit.

"You should call the police and get my mother arrested," I suggest savagely, breaking the silence a few minutes later, but Otis shakes his head.

"I want to be with you Peter. I want to be a part of your life, and that includes your family."

"Well count my mother out. She's beyond help, Otis. Did you see the look on her face?"

"You're lucky to have such an accepting Dad. Maybe he will help her see you're the same boy she raised and loved."

I snort angrily.

"Tough chance."

"I lost both my parents to ignorance, baby, and there's not a day that goes by where I don't wish I still have them. It's not too late for your mother, not while there's a chance. Promise me you won't hate her for the way she acted tonight. More hate isn't... isn't going to change anything."

"You're too fucking good for me, Otis, you know that?"

He doesn't respond.

I look over and the tea towels are dark red and the stain is slowly working its way into his shirt and jeans. Otis has his head back on the headrest and his face is pale. He's lost a lot of blood.

"Otis?"

He murmurs softly in reply, too quiet for me to hear, and my stomach does an odd flip.

"Otis? Talk to me, baby."

The streets are empty and I've already broken the speed limit by now, so I go even faster.

The wound turns out to be lot worse off than Otis claimed once the doctor gets a look at it. It's jagged and there's a chance of permanent damage. He needs a ton of stitches as well as an antibiotics treatment. They want to keep him for overnight observation, but Otis shakes his head and says he just wants to be alone with me.

"How bad can it be if I don't have to stay here?" he tells me.

The nurses instruct me carefully on what to do if any complications should arise, give me his painkillers, and then I drive us back home.

We don't get back until half past five in the morning. Otis is groggy from the drugs, but I'm still wide awake. I perch on the couch and keep running last night through my head, over and over, reliving the nightmare.

Otis passes me my sketchbook and a pencil and I look up guiltily. I'm meant to be the one taking care of him.

"What's this for?" I ask.

"You're hurting, babe. Let your mind take a break and your hands will take care of your healing."

He takes his medication and settles at the end of the couch to keep me company but soon dozes off. I set the sketchbook aside to drape a blanket over him, kiss his sweaty forehead, and then sit back down and flip the book open.

But I don't let my mind roam free. I channel it directly to the one stable, secure thing in my life. I sketch Otis. I give him a heroic pose, and add a squiggle of chest hair on his chest. When I'm done, I scratch the words 'My Hero' under him. It sums up how I see him right now. How I've always seen him.

I turn the page and redraw Otis semi-realistically, this time taking inspiration from the way Otis first drew me the time we sat on the roof and did portraits. I capture the heaviness of his brows and the wary look he sometimes gets in his eyes. Then I draw myself next to him with my shoulder length hair tied back and wearing a sad, timid smile.

Then to my own surprise I draw Arthur. A man I am no longer afraid of thanks to Otis. I get every detail down, from the visible overuse of product in his hair to the tee-shirt so tight it looks like it would split apart if he yawned.

As the sun steadily climbs its way to midday, I end up filling pages and pages with character sketches. I can't stop drawing them.

Otis wakes up and I get him some water and help him to the bathroom. He flips through my sketches curiously before falling asleep again.

There is the entire staff of Exile immortalised in my pages, as well as Steve the grey bear, the art teacher from our first class, the nude models, Janet and Kyle and a few other faces I remember. I draw the nice grey-haired lady who serves Otis his potato bake every Monday, and the skinny youth who serves the same thing on Thursday. The last two characters I draw before I curl up next to Otis to sleep are my father, and then lastly my mother.

**

As the school term starts again, I find myself juggling my new life and my school workload with difficulty.

It comes as no surprise when my mother cuts off my apartment and allowance. The landlord gives me 48 hours to clear the apartment. Otis asks me to move in with him and I say yes without a second thought. I spend so much of my time there anyway there isn't much of a difference after the move. My two bag's worth of belongings fit right into his bedroom and we sleep in the same bed, which leads to the spare room being refurbished into a 2-person art studio.

I guess we fuck a lot more often now and with greater spontaneity. We have sex in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the living room floor... all over the place. So thanks for that, Mum.

Otis can't work due to his arm so I go looking for a job. Ralph, Otis's boss, gives me a position at the bar and the barkeepers there help me get a serving license so I can legally work there. I help collect the glasses and restock the alcohol, occasionally pour drinks behind the bar for customers and do some light clean-up work behind the scenes. It's barely a job, but I think Ralph is cutting me some slack and paying me a full wage because I'm Otis's partner and Otis is injured.

At the same time I embark on a personal healing project. It begins with me building on the character sketches of people in my life. I recreate the events of my first night at Exile on paper, storyboarding it as though it is a comic. I externalise all my fear and shame, and when it's done I look at it and see it as just another important step in my life. If anything, I feel glad that it brought me and Otis together. It instils me with a sense of closure.

Once that's done, however, I feel the need to keep going. I start to storyboard every other part of my life leading up to the present day, from our first dinner together to our first kiss. Before long, I realise I'm putting together an autobiographical graphic novel.

I work on my graphic novel whenever I have a free moment, and once Otis's arm heals (no permanent damage) he helps me out. Together we make a natural team. I storyboard, he inks beautifully, and we both handle the colour on the computer. He bows down to my style of colouring and emulates it perfectly. We both write it, of course.

He doesn't question my project's end goal. "If it's something that gives you the resolution you need, you've got my support," he says to me. He even buys a second-hand Cintiq, an expensive top-of-the-range drawing tablet to assist in my efforts, knowing full well I'd faint if he purchased one at full retail price.

We finish the semester and start the next.

Around the same time Ralph hires me as a freelance artist and I do some advertisement posters and fliers for events held at the premises. That leads to a bunch of other freelance offers, and soon I have work and money flowing in. Unfortunately that means I don't get much time to work on my project. I keep my job at Exile though, in case the job offers dry up.

Matt also comes up to me in the same week and casually asks if he can be in a threesome with us.

His question leaves me speechless, and he asks me again as though I didn't hear him.

"But you're not gay," I blurt out.

"That doesn't mean I can't have sex with another guy. Trust me, I'll make you squeal. It'll be worth it."

"Did you and Otis ever...?"

"Yeah, he fucked my ass once when he first started working here. I asked him to. He wasn't into the whole casual hook-up thing though, and I didn't think I could take such a huge cock again, so it ended on good terms. How the heck do you do it?"

"It's a gay thing," I joke. "You've just got to really, really love cock."

"Ha! Anyways, I'm serious. Think about it."

Jasmine has been hanging out with me, Janet and Kyle ever since my birthday, and being around Jasmine has piqued my interest in such activities -- I suspect the two of them are working in tandem. Nothing says love like helping your fiancé have a threesome with two gay men.

I'm curious and Otis is game, so after a discussing it further and laying down some rules we invite Matt over, use protection and have a blast.

I'm the lucky piglet in the middle of two bears.

"There's nothing quite like having a stiff cock in either end," I confide to Otis after Matt has his fun and departs, and that turns him on so much we have sex again on the sweaty sheets.

We bring Matt back again and again after that. He comes by once a week. He's just as horny as Otis is, and is eager to try anything, including letting Otis fuck him again.

We do other things first, however, to build up to that. On his second visit I suck off his thick, stubby cock, and bury my nose in his curly orange pubes. After being with Otis, deep-throating Matt's 6-inch cock is easy.

"Oh fuck, you've got to give Jasmine some pointers next time you two hang," Matt moans while I suck him off. Otis climbs onto the bed to put Matt's idle mouth to work.

Matt comes into my mouth -- it's not as sweet as Otis's come, but drives me into a frenzied lust just the same. I'm eager to have him fuck me, and Otis says he wants to join in, so Matt rims me deep and tongue-fucks my ass until he's hard again, and then puts on a condom and fucks me. Otis slides inside Matt halfway through, and Matt comes almost at once. I wriggle free and clean Matt off with my tongue, and then scoot back to watch.

It's incredibly hot watching my boyfriend stick it to someone else. I can see the pleasure and pain flit across Matt's face, and witness Otis's body in action. I'm hard again before Otis is done, so Matt takes his turn being the pig on the spit.

On his third visit, it's an Otis sandwich.

With my day job, school work and freelance work, being with Otis and playing with Matt, my healing project crawls to a halt.

**

The end of the year rushes up to us in no time at all.

We graduate and get our qualifications on paper, if not already in our now bulked-out portfolios. There's another public exhibition and we do a moody landscape piece that covers an entire wall in a series of canvases, running from the entrance all the way to the back rooms. It takes us ages to complete it and we run into some problems with space allotment, but the school administration decides to promote it as one of their feature pieces and we get the entire wall to ourselves.

All the time spent on the landscape artwork pays off. It's halfway through the opening night and I'm talking to the teacher Otis and I shared in the first semester, thanking her for the invaluable advice she gave in her first lesson, when Otis runs up to me.




My Hero



His bearded face is alive with excitement.

"Evening, miss," he says with a bob of his head, and then pulls me aside. I wave a confused farewell to the teacher.

"I just talked to a publisher!" Otis almost shouts, positively wiggling with joy. "He was checking out our landscape piece, I told him all about the book you and me are doing, and he's very interested in it. They want to see a draft ASAP, and if they like what they see, they're run a print of it!"

This is huge news. Everyone always says the exhibitions are a great place to find work, but I didn't actually think it was true.

"Do you actually want to publish the book?" I ask, a little wary. My project is of self-healing. I had never really thought about sharing it with anyone else outside the two of us, let alone with the masses.

"It's good, babe. It's better than good. You should have seen how interested he was. I showed him some of our sketches and he loves the artwork."

I can feel my frown turning into an uncertain smile. The thought of publishing a graphic novel honestly has me feeling a little giddy. I remember Otis telling me his dream job growing up was to be a comic book artist, and the thought of working with him settles it for me.

"Yes, let's do it."

My professional future is no longer some obscure, hazy goal. I can see what I want to do now and who I want to do it with, and it is within reach.

"Crap -- it's not even close to being done yet!"

Otis cuts his hours at the bar to help me finish my draft, and every break I take at work is devoted to editing the dialogue and reviewing the panels on my laptop. I turn down freelance work and Matt play-time to get our draft out by the deadline. We get notes on our draft from the editor, and a month of hard work, re-writing and all-nighters later and we officially have a graphic novel published under our names.

It's very well received by the gay geek and bear community, and there's even a modest book signing event. All of the people who show up are gay friendly -- most of them large, boisterous bears -- as well as our friends from Exile. But to my amazement, standing meekly in middle of the crowd and looking lost are my parents.

Both of them.

My mother gives me a timid wave and my breath catches in my throat. I haven't seen or heard from her in months, not since she cut me off from her life.

I wave back uncertainly, and she turns to Dad with a hopeful smile.

I can see what it's costing her to be standing in a room filled with male couples. She's uncomfortable, but she's trying to change her views. With Otis's advice in my mind, I march right up to her and give her a hug.

"I forgive you, Mum," I whisper, and she breaks down into tears. Otis high fives my father.

A few weeks after the launch of our first book, we decide to leave our jobs at Exile to pursue our dreams.

**

I start and complete several other projects with Otis over the years, ranging from major advertisements to starting and completing an original graphic novel series. We form an independent company and work closely with Janet and Kyle on major collaborative projects, and contact the art school when we need more talented artists who want paid industry experience.

Our very first graphic novel launched our careers years ago, but I still find myself thinking about it all the time.

I think about it every morning when I wake up next to my husband, and every night when I'm snuggled and feeling loved in his arms. I think about it every time we pick up Kaylee, our 4-month old daughter, and she smiles and gurgles happily at her dads.

You see, the story captured in those 319 pages are set and done. It's a chapter of my life that I can share with the rest of the world, and hope it inspires love and growth in anyone who reads it. But my story with Otis Sideris is unending, and every day we share together is a new page in our book.



My Hero!



On the highest mountain peak there stood the tallest tower, wickedly jagged and blackened with flame, built on a foundation of dead kings and noble princes, holding the last pure maiden in all the land. Only one daring knight had the courage and cunning to win this fair lady's heart and bring her home a merry, blushing bride...

*

Celeste held her lady-in-waiting's hand tightly as another hero burst forth into the tower chamber, eager to rescue her. The stony steps leading up to her welcoming bed were littered with the dead, some mangled, others charred, all potential lovers and rescuers, gone forever.

The instrument of their deaths had dropped from the ceiling, a snarling red dragon, whose sole purpose in life was to guard buxom maidens and gorge himself on dashing knights. Ouros was a legendary beast, infamous for his murderous rage, scorching breath and startling punctuality. And gold, he liked that too.

The knight landed before the dragon and took off his helmet, flashing a smile at the quivering maiden. His hair was long and dark, flowing about from his gallant moves, as he evaded the dragon's swiping claws. He was tall, dark and handsome, and no doubt right royal, framed in the prodigality of nature

Celeste swooned at his impressive looking gestures. "Oh Ingrid! This may be the one, to rescue me for good and save me from a life of spinsterhood, my hero!"

Ingrid looked amused, her demeanor calm as she soothed her charge, smoothing her neck as she brought herself to her lady's ear. "Yes mistress, I too suspect your day has come. No maiden lays unclaimed forever...and being the last of all tower maidens, you are much like the last unicorn, yearning for its rider."

Celeste smiled, looking into Ingrid's crystalline eyes. Her eyes drifted down, taking in the details of her diaphanous gown, showing off the caramel swell of her voluminous cleavage. She wondered how she had maintained such a good tan in such a dreary place, or how her golden hair always seemed to radiate light, in lieu of proper styling potions.

For that matter, Celeste wondered how she managed to look so...pure. Her ruddy auburn hair flowed down to her waist, lustrous and radiant, as it framed her burgeoning cleavage, ivory-white mounds full of life, pouting against her silken dress. Her creamy skin seemed to shine with her inner innocence, gleaming with the untainted virtue of her years, her smile warm and nurturing.

Since time immemorial, her life memories consisted of waking up, being fed by Ingrid, and brushing her hair as she watched the dragon kill noble heroes. It was as if the sole reason for her being was to be rescued, having no remembrances of any family, or even how Ingrid came to the tower. It was a trying existence, but today felt special. Today felt different, today things changed forever.

She looked back to her savior, the knight. She didn't know much about combat, only that he had a sword and it was best used for swinging and stabbing, something he seemed to be doing plenty of. His dance with the dragon was of the most intricate sort, moving to and fro, fro and to! His artful swordplay was so fast he moved as a blur, his weapon a metallic extension of himself, twirling and swirling around the dragon like a bladed rose petal, marking the dragon with small cuts as he evaded his gnashing jaws and blasts of flame.

It went so fast that Ingrid was surprised when the dragon suddenly roared and fell over, seemingly on top of the knight. She waited with bated anticipation and rejoiced when she saw her hero stand up, kicking the beast's head as he withdrew his mighty sword from its eye.

Celeste squealed with excitement as the knight with a roguish grin, confident step and manly aura ascended the steps to finalize his heroic deed. She held back from hyperventilating, flapping her hands frantically as she tried to calm herself down.

The knight bowed down before her bed. "M'lady, I am Sir Rodrigo del Fuego and I am he-" he was cut short as a massive jagged blade erupted through his chest, his face a mix of rage and pain as an unreasonably voluminous gout of blood spewed out of his mouth, his corpse tumbling down the steps as his killer withdrew his blade.

The man who stood before her was clearly a knight, clad in pitch armor, rent with dents, scratches and punctures that bespoke of a life filled with gratuitous violence and conquest. "I am the Black Knight. He was here to kill you. I saved you. Now spread your legs."

Celeste was taken aback, her dreams shattered. She imagined being taken home by a handsome, strapping lord in shining armor, rippling with muscles, multilingual of course, with riches beyond measure! And when he took her home to his majestic castle there would be cake, parades and babies too! She didn't think it was too much to ask. "No....I'm sorry, I can't..."

Ingrid crawled across the bed, seizing her by the neck, with a level of force unbecoming of a caretaker. "You must! My lady, you are his by right of victory, the quest is fulfilled, the maiden saved...you must offer yourself up to him, it would be unladylike not to."

She relented, the shame of being known as a dishonest, ungrateful maiden would be too much. She looked up to her knight, running her slight hands down his war torn armor. She removed his helmet, gasping as she saw his skin was as gray as the castle tower, his face sharp featured and noble, but tarnished with a merciless and brutal soul. She felt some sympathy for the man, he must have had a hard life for his complexion to be so colorless.

She reached for his face giving him a little peck on the lips. The knight went for more, grabbing her by the hair and forcing his tongue down her throat as he gripped her full ass, his fingers squeezing around her soft buns. Celeste squirmed in his grip, moaning in surprise and pleasure. How unknightly! He acted in a manner more suited to a barbarian from the frozen wastes than a noble of the realm. She hated how it turned her on, as she found herself grinding against his groin.

What surprised her more was how naked he had become, his armor had simply vanished, as she stared at his overly sculpted muscles, her mouth agape as she took in this paragon of fitness. "How may...I serve you, my lord?"

"By sucking."

Just as Celeste was thinking about getting used to his curt manner of speaking, she felt his hands pushing her head down, onto his throbbing manhood. She steadied herself by grabbing his hips, her delicate lips parting as the hallowed organ dipped into her mouth. She relished the sweetness of his fluids, and swirled the shaft with her tongue, getting used to the taste and feel as she began moving her head.

Ingrid looked on like a proud parent, pleased her instructions on how to be a proper lady payed off. She went behind the maiden, resting her hefty boobs on her back as she squeezed her own, eliciting a surprised moan from Celeste. "Suck it all down my lady...one offering in the stomach and another in the womb, only then....will it be complete."

Celeste was lost in the slurping and sucking, too much to pay any heed to Ingrid, other than the her now fondling her ample breasts, her hands squishing and kneading their softness through her dress. She wished she too was naked, as the combined drool and knight's fluids streamed out of her mouth, speckling down into her juicy cleavage.

She felt his hands push down on her head, his throbbing cock stretching her supple mouth as his hips began thrusting. Combined with his facefucking, Ingrid's strumming her of her nub and tweaking of her nipples, her body went numb with ecstasy. She moaned and gagged at the same time as she felt her first orgasm boiling up through her veins, her body shaking and twitching as the knight's virile cock kept thrusting in with steady strokes, pumping her mouth with increasing urgency.

As Celeste sucked upon the knight's bulging organ, her full lips sealed tight around his shaft, she began to feel uneasy about the whole thing. The black veins on his cock pulsated ominously, straining for something big. An inner voice told her to not let any of his essence in her, but just as she considered it, another orgasm wracked her body, her mind going blank from pleasure. Ingrid sucked on her neck, sending tingles throughout her body as her lover's ashen, gray hands reached for her supple breasts, the slick, warm globes filling up his groping palms.

Her eyes had rolled back into her head, lost in carnal bliss as the knight held her face aloft, thrusting into her slack mouth as he pushed himself ever further into release. His grunts grew louder, his thrusting more urgent as he forced his manhood deep into her throat. 

"Swallow it all!" he said, his voice raspy and harsh.

Celeste felt his balls tighten, his cock head enlarge while his body stiffened, going into her mouth as far as he could go as he jetted his broiling hot seed down her throat. She groaned in delight, the fluid surprisingly delightful despite its decrepit source. She took deep gulps, loving the warm oozing sensation it left as poured down her throat.

She moaned, continuing to pump her head up and down on his cock, eager to suck down every last drop. As his foul essence raced through her veins, she felt a need to submit, to give in to her lustful feelings, relinquish her maidenhood to him. She felt her inhibitions loosen and fall away. Wasn't this what she always wanted? A fairy tale life? To be rescued by a daring knight, have his children and live happily ever after? Then why did it feel so forbidden...so wrong?

Finally he pulled his cock away from her mouth, her jaw sore and flecked with drool. Already she felt empty without it. Then she felt Ingrid grab her, pulling her back and holding her down as the knight repositioned himself, his cock still impossibly hard.

"Ingrid...what are you doing?"

"Just making sure everything goes according to plan...you want to live happily ever after don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Then stop asking questions, and enjoy it...relax, this kind of thing only happens once, and then it's forever..."

The knight materialized his jagged blade, pointing it at Celeste. She gulped, and before any sort of fear could register, he made impossibly deft cuts across her dress, the cloth covering her midriff falling away in stylish tatters. She giggled, reminded that knights were incapable of simply removing clothes, using their hands was beneath them.

She felt Ingrid place a black crystal in the center of her stomach, the cool stone making her shudder with goosebumps. Then he pointed his sword directly at her stone, unearthly light shimmering along the blade as it did its work. Little patterns emanated from the crystal, painting themselves along her belly. The magical sigils became maze like in their complexity, the wet ink reflecting candle light in the room.

She gasped at the display of magic, feeling as if someone were licking and kissing her all along her belly. Her mind was in a fog, and the more symbols were drawn on her, the more horny she became. Her moist, fertile mound was streaming love juices down her soft thighs, trickling onto her creamy legs. Celeste's need for him had become overwhelming, as she struggled against Ingrid's strong arms, desperate to finger herself, anything to ease her sexual fire.

She had to have him, consequences be damned, she shooed away the warning voice in her head. Placated by his potent seed and spurred on by the sigils, the dazed maiden opened her thighs as wide as possible, sighing as she welcomed the dark knight's vile organ into her body, eager to be claimed.

The knight's shaft ploughed through her virgin folds, while his grubby hands moved up to her top, her tits swelling and jiggling from his pressing palms as he tore away her bodice. Her round, swaying breasts perked up to the open air before being mashed and squeezed together, the knight delighting in her soft, yielding flesh. 

Her lover had picked up his thrusting pace, graceless but full of passion. He collided against her hips, their clapping flesh and her moans filling the chamber. Ingrid let her arms go, allowing her to wrap herself against the knight. She clasped her shapely thighs around him, unwillingly to let go until she had taken his seed.

The knight lunged down to Celeste, kissing her deeply as his hands slid down her wide hips, sinking into her luscious ass. He pulled her forward, slamming her moist tightness down on his cock, fucking his prize at a furious pace, filling her body with mind numbing pleasure.

Celeste's eyes glazed over, her body and mind overwhelmed by intense desire. The knight had moved down from her lips, kissing her neck before falling upon her lush melons, bouncing enticingly to their savage coupling. He shoved his face in, licking and sucking upon her nipples, burying his head into her opulent, swaying tits, driving her to howl in ecstasy. She hugged him as close as possible, her bucking hips taking him up to the root, smothering him in her ripe flesh as she ached to have all of him inside her.

Ingrid looked on, noticing the black stone on Celeste's belly had become rife with splinters and cracks during the course of their union. Unnatural light peaked through the stone's fractures while the infernal sigils on her belly had fully dried, and now glowed an ominous red, illuminating her moist skin. It was time. She was ripe and ready to not only join the darkness, but birth more into this crumbling world.

She said the magic words that her master had imprinted onto her minion. "My lady Morgana decrees that you despoil this innocent, sow your dark seed into her bountiful garden!"

The knight nodded, his face turning blank from the master words. "Yes...as my lady wills it."

Celeste was much too dazed to make much of what just happened, her mind had too eagerly welcomed the dark magic, but even in her addled mind, that name, Morgana, sent flares of danger within her soul. Then she heard her lover groaning, his hands squeezing around her creamy breasts, his balls tightening and his cock stiffening as he planted his essence deep inside her, fulfilling her greatest dreams and nightmares in one fell swoop.

He had her pinned down, his breath heavy and sudden in her ears as his cock rhythmically pulsed thick ropes of his foul seed into her innocent womb, tainting and blighting her soul forever. She saw the stone on her quivering belly explode in a shower of wicked light, before black fluids washed over her stomach, sinking through her skin, and into her womb. She let out an orgiastic sigh as her belly writhed and undulated underneath the warm fluid, intoxicated with the feeling of being penetrated by heathen magic. Meanwhile, the sigils on her belly flared back to life, illuminating her lover's black, festering seed as it corrupted her from the inside.

Her glassy eyes stared ahead, her mouth screaming in soundless ecstasy as she felt the knight's essence pollute and infest her with darkness. Her veins now carried and pumped the stone's foul energy throughout her body, transforming her as the knight's seed hollowed out her once pure spirit. She felt horns rip through her forehead as her nails blackened into grasping claws, the healthy pink nipples and areola that crowned her lush breasts darkening until her wobbling mounds were capped by black nubs, strongly contrasting against her luscious pale flesh.

Her soul cried out at its violation, before being instantly choked off by the invading evil. It felt good, so good her clenching pussy drew down more on her lover's cock, milking him without her conscious effort, her body yearning to become one with all that was unholy. She could not resist. She moaned in surrender as she felt herself swept away, writhing underneath her hulking, thrusting knight as her purity and innocence were obliterated.

Ingrid knew the 'change' when she saw it and smiled. Demonic changes aside, the glowing, heavenly light that seemed to permeate Celeste's complexion had faded away completely, now replaced with black veins rippling along her sallow skin. Her clear blue eyes had turned into a burning, jaundiced yellow, filled with putridity. But most telling of all was the crooked, devious smile that split her face, her joyful innocence completely sucked away and eviscerated.

"Yesss! More! Give me more!" she screamed, cackling like the best of em, lost in the throes of orgasm as her heavy, pale melons shook and waved underneath the knight's pounding. "Fill me with your vile seed!" She howled in lust, all pretenses of elegance burned away for carnal satisfaction. She clawed the sheets as her lover finally gave out, jamming his tongue down her throat as he spurt one final scalding torrent of his essence deep into her wicked womb, now quickening with fresh life.

The two spent lovers lay on top of each other, covered in sweat, their wretched forms given illumination by the scant candle light. Though the Black Knight lay exhausted and had quickly fallen into a deep slumber, Celeste was left writhing and moaning underneath him, his seed having long taken root, but still sending waves of pleasure through her body. 

Her eyes fluttered as she clutched the father of her demonic progeny, an orgasmic gasp leaving her lips as the dark sorcery pumping through her veins continued to twist and corrupt, enslaving her to her new master forever. Steam hissed off her skin as any lingering traces of virtue and grace were boiled away from her personality in a firestorm of pleasure, her hips making unconscious grinding motions against the knight as her body twitched and spasmed, her very being craving more defilement.

Ingrid was pleased. The quivering mass of flesh was Celeste no more, merely another among Morgana's ranks of Dark Maidens. She reached underneath the bed, retrieving her black crystal ball, speaking a quick incantation as it surged to life.

Out of a purple mist, the cruel yet beautiful face of Morgana filled up the globe.

"My lady..." said Ingrid, bringing the globe closer to the sleeping knight and the spent maiden. "It is done. The last fair lady of the realm has been conquered and claimed in your name." She moved the globe near Celeste's belly, as churning, gurgling sounds emanated from within. "She has been defiled, filled with the dark bastardy of the Black Knight, her soul damned, her mind enslaved."

Ingrid flecked Celeste's frazzled hair away from her face, still beautiful but utterly wicked. "Who she was, is no more. She and all the world are at your finger tips."

Morgana could only cackle in response, pleased that her plans had gone so smoothly. "Well done Ingrid, you have served your mistress well!" Ingrid's heart jumped at her praise. Since being turned to evil, it was the only thing she lived for. The image within the globe zoomed out, Morgana's curvy body now filling up the image. "Come to my tower, with my handsome Black Knight and my new servant. Today, we rejoice! Tomorrow, we storm the castles and forge my new empire!" Morgana laughed hysterically as other figures came into view.

They were the other maidens that the Black Knight had desecrated in months past. All beautiful, each more twisted than the last, their bellies bloated with his accursed progeny. Some maidens had already birthed his fallen sons. They too strode among them, tall and giant, their faces handsome yet grizzled, replete with demonic features. They would win Morgana the realm.

Ingrid bid her mistress farewell, and the crystal ball images faded to nothing. She looked to the comatose maiden, her face blank as drool leaked out the side of her mouth. Little flashes of light flared within her belly like a thunderstorm, illuminating shadows with each flash. On one of them, Ingrid could have sworn she saw a demonic profile in silhouette. She grinned.




My Hero!



The kingdom was not prepared. 



My Hero



Eric is 24 years old. He stands 6ft, 4in. He weighs 215 lbs. He has brown hair and hazel eyes. His cock measures 7 in soft. He would be described as a pussy magnet. 

He owns four large shopping centers that he inherited from his father.

He is between girlfriends. He just broke up with Kim. She is planning on moving to the east coast to attend Harvard.

He decides to go to the beach. He packs a cooler with drinks and snacks. He grabs a big beach towel and heads out.

He spreads his towel, rubs on some sunscreen and kicks back. He is getting a little hot so he decides to go for a swim. 

He swims out past the breakers and treads water, looking back at the beach, He sees a beauty walking into the water. He watches. 

She plays in the breakers for a little while, then swims out past them. She is about twenty feet away. He watches. The current is pushing her toward him. Suddenly she starts struggling. She is in trouble. He quickly swims to her and grabs her around the waist. He holds her head above water. She is gasping and spitting out water.

"Easy there, I have you. Easy, easy."

He pulls her back to his chest and starts backstroking with one hand around her chest. The lifeguards meet him just inside the breakers and take control of her. The pull her out of the water and lay her on her side. She spits out some more water and slowly regains her breath. The watch her for a few minutes.

"Looks like she is ok. It's a good thing you were close, buddy. She would have drowned."

" I was OK, but I got a bad cramp in my leg. It hurt so bad I panicked. The I felt someone grab me."

"This guy saved you."

She looks at Eric and smiles.

She sits up, and shivers as the full realization hits her.

"Thank you. I might have drowned. You saved my life."

"It was just luck that I was close enough. Anyone would have done the same."

"I think I'm ok now."

The lifeguards leave.

"Come over to my blanket. You need to calm down."

He helps her stand and puts his arm around her. She puts her arm around his waist and they walk to Eric's blanket.

"My name is Eric, what's yours.?"

"I'm Connie, Nice to meet you. Really nice."

While that chat, Eric checks out her body. Nice smile. Nice D cups size. Slim waist. Nice ass and legs. Worth going for.

"There must be something I can do to repay you for saving me."

"Just a thank you is enough, Anyone would have done the same."

No, I want to do more. You are my hero."

"I know. I will make an old fashioned home cooked meal for you tonight. My mom taught me to cook. I pride my self on my cooking skills."

"How can I turn down a home cooked meal from a beautiful lady."

She blushes.

He is thinking this one seem a little naive. She may even be a virgin. "

"Do you live here in La Jolla?"

"No, I live in La Mesa. I'm a freshman UCSD."

"I'm going for my teaching credentials." I want to teach grades one through four."

"That's a wonderful career. We need good teachers."

"When I was in the fourth grade, I had a woman teacher we called The Sargent. She was big and mean."

They both laugh.

"I need your address if I am coming over tonight. Is 7 pm ok?"

"Oh yes. Silly me. I forgot."

She writes it down and hands it to him.

"I need to go now."

"Are you ok to drive?"

"I think I'm ok now. Thanks again for saving me."

He smiles.

"Drive carefully."

He watches her hot ass as she walks away.

6 o'clock finds Eric getting into his car. He enters her address into his GPS.

Connie is all excited. She has a date with a hard body hunk. She spends an hour deciding on what to wear. She thinks about how pretty he is and has some naughty thoughts. She decides on a white school t shirt, denim mini skirt, barefoot with red toenail polish.

She takes a bubble bath and starts getting dressed. She picks up her bikini panties, pauses, and tosses them away. She pulls on her mini skirt, tosses her bra away and puts on her t shirt. She looks in the mirror. She realizes she is wet, and it isn't from the bath.

"Nipples perked and showing a little. Just right."

"I may lose my cherry tonight. He is so handsome and nice."

She sits and puts on light make up.

The door bell rings. One check in the mirror and off she goes.

She opens the door and invites Eric in. He has a bottle of wine and some flowers. He smiles pulls her to him and gives her a little hug. She hugs him around his waist, gently pressing her breasts to him. Her nipples tighten up and her pussy tingles.

"Flowers! How sweet."

Let me put them in some water.

"Come in the kitchen. We can chat while I fix dinner. I didn't want to start till you got here. I thought maybe you wouldn't show."

"Only a fool would turn down a home cooked meal with such a beautiful lady."

"You sit there, while I get busy. This will take about twenty minutes. I've preped everything."

He watches her ass as she moves around. No panty line, nice. No bra strap. Nicer. Beautiful legs, will look good open.

He watches her bend over to get something from a bottom drawer. He sees her ass cheeks and her pussy. 

He licks his lips.

"What do you do, Eric?

I'm an business and marketing consultant and I own some shopping centers."

"That sounds hard."

"It can be. It depends on the client. Lots of them have big dreams that won't work. It's hard to tell them that. If they have a good idea, I write them a business and marketing plan. I enjoy helping people realize their dreams."

She thinks it's nice that he helps people like that.

"Do your folks live here in La Mesa?"

"No, they live up in Temecula. My daddy owns a chain of furniture stores. Mom stays at home and spends his money."

"They sound like a team."

The both laugh.

Eric finds some glasses and pours the wine. They sip on it while she cooks. She is standing at the sink, rinsing some vegetables. 

He steps behind her and puts his arms around her waist. She tenses up a little and he kisses her on the neck. She shivers.

"Oh, you surprised me. Now I have goose bumps."

She turns around and puts her arms around his neck and he kisses her on the lips. He licks her lips with the tip of his tongue. She gasps and opens her mouth. She licks his lips and their tongues meet. She starts breathing a little harder. 

She gently pushes him away.

"You sit down there or I'll never get dinner ready."

He smiles and sits. He sees her nipples poking her shirt. She feels her pussy getting wet. She takes a breath and finishes the salad. She puts everything on the table.

They enjoy a wonderful meal.

"Wow. Just like you promised. Home cooking. You are a great cook."

She blushes. 

"Thanks. My hero deserves a good meal."

"Being a hero is going to take some getting used to. I've never been one before."

She quickly clears the table and puts the dishes in the dishwasher. Eric tops off their wine glasses. 

She grabs his hand and leads him to the living room. He sits on the sofa and she sits beside him. She turns on the TV and selects a romantic comedy. 

She sits back and he puts his arm around her shoulders and she cuddles up next to him. He kisses her on the forehead and she looks up at him and he kisses her on the lips. Their tongues quickly find each other and away they go. She turns and puts both legs across his lap. He pulls her butt up and sets it on his bulging cock. Her skirt slides up, exposing her pussy More hot kissing and her breathing is faster.

She is getting hot. 

Her pussy is leaking, getting his leg wet. He reaches down and rubs his palm across her nipples. She gasps and holds his hand to her breasts. He tweaks her nipple and she squeaks. He slowly reaches under her t shirt and cups her breast. She pushes against his hand and moans. He lifts her shirt above her breasts and twirls her nipples between his thumb and finger. 

She gasps again. 

He feels more of her pussy juice soaking into his pants. She is dripping. He reaches down and puts his hand on her thigh. She opens her legs a little, helping him. He caresses the inside of her thighs and she open wider. He slides his hand up inside the leg and feels her dripping pussy. He gently pets her pussy lips. 

She humps against his hand. He lifts her shirt over head and cups her breast. He reaches down and wets his finger in her pussy. He rubs her pussy juice on her nipples. She moans more. He kisses her nipples and she cries out. Her nipples swell up to the size of strawberries. 

She reaches down and pulls at his shirt. They take it off. She caresses his chest and abs

.

"mmmm nice. Beautiful hard body."

She rubs her breasts against him and moans. He stands her up and pulls her skirt slowly down.

"Oh, oh. I've never been naked in front of a man."

"Just relax, baby. You are so beautiful. I just want to look at you."

He reaches out and gently caresses her stomach. His hand move down her legs and then up to her pussy. He slides his finger across her pussy lips. Her hips twitch.. 

She kneels before him and reaches for his fly. She unbuttons and unzips his pants. He lifts his hips to help her pull them down. She looks at the large bulge in his boxer briefs. She rubs her hands across it.

"That looks big. Can I see it."

He lifts his hips and she pulls them off. His nine inches pops up.

"Wow, I've never seen one before. Isn't that kinda big?"

"They come in all sizes. Don't be afraid, it won't bite."

He pulls her up astride his lap. His cock against her stomach. He tweaks her nipples and kisses her. She puts her arms around his shoulders and presses against him. She moans as they kiss. She starts humping against his cock. She can feel it throbbing on her stomach. 

He picks her up in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. He lays her on the bed and lays next to her. He kisses and licks her big nipples. She grabs his hair and holds his head to her. He starts kissing his way down to her pussy. He pushes her legs apart with his knees. He parts her bush and licks her pussy lips.

"Oh god, what are you doing to me. I've never done this."

"Just relax and let it happen, dear. I'll take you to heaven."

He licks her pussy lips again and she gasps. He opens her pussy lips and licks up to her clit. He presses his tongue on it and she cries out.

"OH god, that feels so good. Don't stop."

He slowly circles her clit with the tip of his tongue. She starts humping his face. He increases the pressure and she screams as her orgasm floods her senses. He backs off and watches her cum. She calms down a little.

"OH my god. That was wonderful. How did you do that. I couldn't control my self."

"You just had your first tongue orgasm. Did you like that?"

"That was amazing."

He slides up next to her and kisses her neck and face. She giggles.

"That tickles."

He pulls her on top and puts his cock head against her pussy.

"Please don't squirt in me. I'll get a baby."

"I won't, baby. Trust me."

"Will this hurt? I heard it really hurts the first time."

"Maybe a little at first but the pain will stop right away. It can hurt when I break through your hymen."

"That broke in gym class when I was I high school." 

"You can control it when you're on top. Just go easy, a little at a time."

"OK, I'll try."

'Just push down and let it open your lips till the head is in. Then stop and get used to it."

She pushes down and her lips open, letting the head slip in.

"Oh oh It's stretching me. It hurts a little."

"Wait, get used to it."

She waits. 

"It's ok now. I'll put more in."

"Oh oh, it's so big. I gotta go slow."

"Good girl. You're doing great. Take it easy. Soon it will be in all the way."

She keeps sliding down a little at a time. Finally, after five minutes she has it all.

"There you go, now it's all in. Just relax and let the feeling take over."

"I feel so full. I never felt anything like this. I never thought I could get all the big thing in me."

"Now, press against my bone there and move around slowly."

She rubs her clit on his pelvis bone.

"Oh, yes. That feels good."

She speeds up and groans a little.

"That's it baby, keep doing that."

He slowly starts stroking in and out. She meets his strokes. Her breathing increases.

"That's great, baby, keep moving with me. Nice and slow. I don't want to hurt you."

"It doesn't hurt now. It just feels good."

She rubs faster and faster. She cries out from the pleasure. He grabs her hips and holds her against his bone.

She stops, and squeezes his cock and screams as her first orgasm by cock flow out from her pussy. She screams as each wave takes her. He pulls her down to his chest and kisses her. She holds him and humps his cock.

"Eric, that was wonderful. I never knew sex could be that good. Thank you, thank you."

He starts stroking in her again and she hangs on. Her pussy is so tight it doesn't take long for him. He feels his orgasm coming on and pulls out. He sits up and strokes his cock and cums all over her breasts and stomach. 

She squeals and asks.

"That's a lot of baby juice. It's all over me."

"Yes, baby. I did that so you don't get a baby."

"Thanks for that. You are so sweet to me. I'm glad you got my cherry. And it was so special with you."

"It was special to me to. It's special that you gave it to me."

She reaches down and grabs his cock.

"OH look at this mess. We all gooey. Let me get a wash cloth and a towel."

She comes back and carefully washes Eric's cock and drys it off. Then she wipes off her breasts and stomach.

"We sure are messy, aren't we."

"Messy is good, It's from love."

She hugs him.

"You're the sweetest man I ever met. I could get used to you being around."

"I would really like that. I definitely want to see you again."

"Lay down her and cuddle with me. I need more cuddles."

She snuggles up to him he kisses her gently. She shivers under his caresses.

"I could cook you another home cooked meal tomorrow night. Would you like that? It's Friday and I don't have any classes on Saturday."

"I will be here. I never argue with a beautiful lady."

She giggles and hugs him up tight.

"It feels so good to lay here in your big strong hero's arms."

"I called my folks and told them what happened. They said to say thanks for saving their baby. I'm nineteen and they still think I'm a baby."

"I have an idea. Tomorrow is Friday. Why don't I come and pick you up and got to my place. I'll cook dinner for you. We can take a midnight stroll on the beach after dinner."

"That sound really romantic. I'd like to do that with my hero. "

"My last class is at 3. You could pick me up at 4:30. That will give me time to get ready. I won't forget my swim suit."

"We could go skinny dipping, too. Have you ever done that?"

"No, but I would with you if it was dark. I don't know about in the daylight. Maybe, I like being naked with you."

"That's great, because I really like looking at you. You have a super hot body."

"You silly, you make me blush."

"I should go home soon. You have to get ready for classes tomorrow."

"You can go, but you have to promise to pick me up tomorrow."

"Do I look like I'm stupid. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I get to hold you and see you naked in the moonlight."

She giggles again. He slowly gets up and hunts down his clothes. She starts to put on a robe.

"Stop. I want a naked hug before I leave."

She smiles.

"Anything you want, Mr Hero."

He hugs her and walks out the door.

Eric rolls up to Connie's apartment at 4:25. He knocks on her door. She opens it and jumps into his arms.

"Hi baby, I'm glad to see you too." 

He grabs her by the ass cheeks and hugs her. She wiggles all over him and kisses all over his face.

"That's a nice welcome."

"I'm just happy to see you. I'm all ready to go."

She lets of of him and grabs her backpack and grabs his arm. She locks the door and the climb in Eric's car. The chat on the way to his place.

They walk into Eric's apartment. She walks over to the big window overlooking the ocean.

"Wow, what a view you have. This is great."

He walks up behind her and hugs her from behind. His hands slide up and he cups her breasts. He reaches under her shirt and finds no bra.

"I didn't wear a bra for you. Is that how you like me."

"Yep, Your beautiful breasts are all ready for my caresses."

"I love the way your hands feel on me. You are so tender and sweet."

"Did you wear any panties?"

"I thought you would like me with no panties, so I left them at home."

"Good girl."

He slides his hand down inside of her shorts and holds her pussy. She moans and leans back into his arms. He lifts her shirt up and off. He holds her breasts and tweaks her nipples. She gasps and holds his hands against herself.

" I want you naked, now."

She giggles. He slowly pulls her shorts down. She kicks them away and turns around.

"Is that better, darling?'

"Much better. You are going to stay that way all evening."

"I love showing my body to you. It makes me hot."

He reaches down and sticks his finger between her pussy lips.

"I like it when you are wet for me."

"I've been wet all day thinking about you. Now, it's time for me to see you naked."

She slowly undresses him. 

She holds his cock in both hands. She drops to her knees and kisses and licks the head.

"It's so pretty, I just want to say hi to it."

"You keep that up and it will go off in your mouth."

"I want to do that for you, but I don't know how. You're so sweet to me, I'll do anything for you. I can't say no to my hero."

She stands and he hugs her to his naked body, feeling her soft skin against his. He runs his hand down and holds her by her ass cheeks. She feels his cock getting hard.

"It's getting really hard. Is that for me?"

"It's all yours, sweetheart. Anytime you want it."

She pushes him over to the sofa. He sits down and she kneels between his legs. She takes the head in her mouth and starts sucking and licking it.

"Am I doing it right, darling?"

"Yes, baby. Keep doing that. Get ready for it to squirt in your mouth."

"Oh good, I want to taste it."

"Don't swallow it, just hold it in your mouth. I want to see it in your mouth."

She does a good job for her first time. He can feel his cum rising.

"Here it comes, baby. Get ready."

She holds on with both hands. His cock flares and he unloads into her mouth. She can't hold it all and some runs down her chin and drips on her breasts. 

She points to her mouth and gives a little smile.

"Open and let me see it."

She shows him his cum. A little more runs down her chin.

"OK, swallow it and show me that it's gone."

"It's all gone. How did I do?

"That was great. How did your first blow job feel for you?

"I really liked it, because you like it. I like making you feel good."

"It tastes pretty good. I thought it might taste icky. I would like to do that again and swallow it."

"You can have it anytime you like, baby. There is lots more where that came from."

"I want to drink lots of your sperm."

"OK, it's time for you to learn sexy talk."

"Sperm is called cum, this is my cock, and that is your pussy. When my cock is in your pussy, we are fucking. Got it?"

"Yep, cum, cock, fucking and pussy."

"Cum is also what you do when you have an orgasm. Cumming on my cock."

"My English lesson for the day."

"Now, sit on the couch. I want to lick your pussy and make you cum."

"Oh good. I like to cum on your tongue."

She sits on the sofa.

"Hold your legs open for me. Show me your pussy."

She grabs the inside of her knees and pulls them up and apart.

"I like showing my pussy to you. It makes your cock hard."

"I can see your little pink ass hole too. It's really cute."

He leans in and kisses her lips. She gasps. He licks her from asshole to her clit. She moans, and opens her legs wider. He licks up and down, passing on her clit. Her juice runs down her ass crack. He licks it up as fast as he can. She is getting really hot, and thrusting her hips up to his face. He gently licks her clit. She cries out. He keeps licking till she is right on the edge.




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"Are you ready to cum now, baby?"

"Oh yes, I'm ready. Do me, do me."

"OK baby, hang on."

He presses his tongue down hard on her clit and she screams as her orgasm tears through her body. She screams as each wave takes her. He keeps pressure on her clit, making her cum and cum. He holds her there for about five minutes, driving her crazy.

Finally he lets off and her screaming stops. She is still humping his face. He sits back and watches her come back. She is so beautiful.

He is coming to realize that she has a very high sex drive. She is definitely a keeper.

He gets up and sits beside her. She is still trying to catch her breath. He pulls her to his chest and holds her close. He pulls her astride his lap and his cock is sticking up between them. She collapses against him.

"Oh Eric, that was the best cum of all. You make me feel so good. I can't get enough of you. Hold me, please, hold me."

He looks into her eyes. 

"Lets get something to eat and go down to the beach." I want to see you in your bikini. I want to show you off to everyone."

"You may have to help me walk. My legs feel funny."

She manages to get her bikini out of her bag and he helps tie the straps for her.

"Wow, you look really hot in that. All the guys will be looking."

"Yeah, all the girls will be looking at your big strong muscles. They can just look and wish. You're all mine."

He laughs. "Lets go."

They walk down to the beach and spread the blanket.

"Lay down, baby, I gotta grease you up. I don't want you to burn."

He rubs sunscreen all over her beautiful body. She gets wet and moans a little.

She pushes him down and starts on him.

"I just love feeling your big muscles. You are so pretty."

They lay together, always having some part touching the other.

They hang out for a while and then head back to the apartment. Eric immediately has her take off her bikini. She pulls his shorts off and the have a naked hug.

"Oh god, Eric. You feel so good when we hug. I never knew it could be so good."

He sits on the couch. She looks as him and smiles.

"Guess what I want?

"Tell me baby. What do you want.?"

"I want to swallow more of your cum."

"Come her and drink your fill. I have a big load waiting for you."

He sits on the couch\ and she kneels between his legs.

"Hi beautiful. I'm gonna suck you. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. OK?"

She starts licking and sucking his cock. She is a quick study. She tries to take it farther in her mouth.

"It's so big I can't get much of it in my mouth."

"Don't worry, baby, You're doing just fine."

She does her best and he can feel it coming. He doesn't warn her.

His cock flexes and he unloads in her mouth for a second time. She holds it in her mouth, not spilling a drop and shows it to him.

"Good girl, you did a great job. Now, swallow and show me your empty mouth."

She gulps it down and opens her mouth.

"That was good, you didn't spill a drop."

"I didn't want to waste any. I want it all."

He takes her into the bedroom, goes down on her and she has another orgasm.

They lay in each others arms and fall asleep.

Connie wakes first and about 6pm. She stretches and looks over at Eric. She gets all warm inside just looking at hm. 

She reaches over and gently takes his cock in her hand. She leans in and licks it and then takes it in her mouth. She starts sucking and licking it. 

Eric wakes up and looks down at her head, bobbing up and down on his cock. He smiles and reaches down and caresses her face. She shivers and keeps sucking.

"You thirsty for some cum again, baby."

She keeps sucking. Before long his cum rises and squirts in her mouth. He moans and she catches every drop. She shows it to him and swallows it.

"mm mm, that's so good. I can't get enough of that."

"You're going to be the best cocksucker in the world soon."

"I want to be a good cocksucker for you Eric. I love pleasing you."

"Let's get something to eat. I'm starving. Do you want naked dinner or shall we go out?"

"Naked of course. That way I can see your big muscles. I love looking at you."

They enjoy a naked dinner and then go in to watch TV. She picks another romantic comedy. They watch a while and her picks her up and carries her into the bedroom. He lays her on the bed and stands looking at her. She opens her legs and shows him her pussy.

"Was there something you wanted, darling?"

"I see a beautiful pussy looking at me."

She laughs. "It's all yours, sweetheart."

He lays beside her and kisses her. She purrs and hold him close. Their kiss heats up and he moves down and sucks her nipples up to strawberry size. She moans a little.

'Eric, I love your mouth on my nipples. It send jolts right to my pussy. Feel how wet you make me."

He slides his hand down and sticks a finger in her. Her hips push on his hand and she cries out. He gently rubs her clit. She humps against his hand.

"Oh Eric, Your touch is so nice."

He brings her to the edge of an orgasm and stops. He gets between her legs and slowly slides his cock in her. She pushes up and helps him get it all the way in.. He strokes just enough to keep her on the edge.

"I'm almost there, baby. Do you want me to pull out?"

"No, I want you to cum in me tonight."

"Are you sure, baby. You might get pregnant."

"I don't care. I won't be your woman till you cum in me. Please cum in me. Please."

He strokes into her hitting his cock against her cervix. 

He flexes and shoots a huge load in her. She Screams and his hot cum hits her. Her pussy starts milking his cock sucking every drop out. She screams as each wave takes her. 

He falls exhausted on her spent body. He slides off her onto his side. They bask in the glow of a mutual orgasm.

"Oh Eric, that was wonderful when we came together. I can't believe how good that was. Your hot cum set my pussy on fire. I want you to cum in me every time."

" We are amazing together. When I cum in your pussy my cock feels like it's going to explode. Your pussy is magic."

"Hold me, I want you to hold me forever. I fees so safe and secure in your arms. It's like heaven."

"I got you baby, I got you."

"Baby, I want you to stay here tonight, I want to wake up in your arms. Can you do that?

"Of course I can. Anything for my hero lover. I want to do everything for you. I want you to fuck me, cum in my pussy, cum in my mouth, eat my pussy, suck my nipples, anything and everything."

After cuddling for a while, hunger drives them to the kitchen. The have a naked dinner and retire to the bedroom.

Connie lays beside Eric, caressing his chest and stomach. Her hand slowly moves to his half hard cock. She takes it in her hand and strokes it gently. It rises to full hard. She leans over and sucks the head into her mouth. Eric moans as she sucks and licks it.

"I love your big cock, Eric. It feels so good in my hands. I like the way I can make it get big." 

She gets on top, places his cock head on her pussy lips and slowly takes it in.

"That's it baby, take it all in. I love when you slide down on my cock."

He reaches up and pinches her nipples. She squeals as lightening bolts hit her pussy. She starts grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. He pushes up to help her. She pushes harder and faster. He stops her and lifts her and makes her stroke up and down on his cock. She is breathing hard and working up a sweat. He stops stroking and lets her grind on his bone.

"Oh Eric, I'm almost there. Are you close.?"

"I'm almost there baby, keep stroking. You're doing great."

He pushes into her hard and grinds on her clit.

"Now baby, take my cum. I'm there. Take my cum."

She grinds her clit on him and it hits them both. They cum at the same time. They both cry out as all control is lost. The are just two lovers lost together in ecstasy.

"Eric, your hot cum is so good when it hits my pussy. I can't get enough"

His cock is still hard and he starts stroking in her again. He turns her over and gets on top. She lock her ankles behind his ass and hangs on.

"Are we going to go again, honey, I don't know if I can."

"I can't help it baby. You're beautiful hot body makes my cock want more of you."

He strokes into her and grinds, strokes and grinds. He feels his cum stirring. She is moaning and matching him stroke for stroke. He pushes in hard and grinds on her clit, making her scream as he blasts her cervix with more cum. 

She keeps her ankles locked and holds him with all her strength. Slowly they come back down, trying to catch their breath. She kisses him all over his chest and neck.

"Oh my god, Eric. You are amazing. Cumming with you is the best thing in the world. I love your hot cum in me. I want more and more."

"I have a big supply for you baby, and I want you to have it all. I want to keep you full of my cum."

He slides off her and hugs her tight to his chest. She purrs and snuggles in. 

He whispers in her ear, "I love you baby."

She starts crying and say. "I love you too Eric. More than you will ever know."

They fall asleep in each others arms. 

Eric's seed finds her egg.

Eric wakes first the next morning. He slowly pulls the covers down off his beautiful lover. She is laying on her back with one leg pulled up, exposing her pussy. He gently puts his hand on her stomach and starts caressing her. She stirs, stretches and smiles up at him.

"Good morning, darling. Your hands feel lovely on me. I love when you touch me. You are so strong and gentle." 

His hand moves down to her pussy and he pets it gently. She sighs and opens her legs to help him. He watches her flower slowly open. 

He takes her hands and puts them above her head. He starts kissing her neck gently. He slowly works his way down to her breasts, licking her nipples. She gasps as he sucks it in his mouth. With his other hand, he tweaks her other nipple. She arches her back, pushing her full breasts up for him. He kisses and twirls both nipples till she is breathing hard. He straddles her legs and runs his hands down her sides to her waist. 

She shivers under his touch. 

He kisses and tongues out her belly button. He opens her legs with his knees and settles down with his face near her beautiful pussy. He kisses her pussy lips and her hips push up to him. He thumb on her clit and licks her pussy lips. She moans in pleasure. He pushes her legs up and licks her from her little pink asshole to her clit. She squeals under his touch. He pulls her clit hood up and it pops out for him. He runs the tip of his tongue around it and sucks in into his mouth. 

She cries out as she has a little orgasm. Her pussy juice is running down her ass crack. He rolls her over on her stomach and lifts her ass up to meet his cock. He slowly presses his cock head against her pussy lips. Her pussy juice is dripping on the sheets. He pulls her back on his cock, slowly entering her. She cries out again.

"Oh god Eric. This feels wonderful. It's so different."

He pulls her back till all of his cock is buried in her. He lifts her so her knees aren't touching the bed and strokes deep in her. She screams and starts cumming on his cock. 

He slowly pulls back, waits till she stops cumming and pulls her back again. When he hits bottom, she cums again. He waits and then rams her again. She cums harder each time. He feels his cum boiling in his balls. He pulls her back one last time and dumps his load in her. She screams again and cums hard. He grinds against her ass, giving her all of his cum. She cums three more times as he cums in her.

Finally his balls are drained and they fall together on the bed. He holds her back against his chest as their cum juice runs out and soaks the sheets. Her pussy is still twitching and her ass is pushing against him. He bites her on the neck and she cums again and passes out.

He holds her till she comes around. She moans and rolls over to face him.

"Darling, what did you do to me. That was so wonderful. I felt like a woman being taken by her big strong man. Oh god, that was good."

"I thought you might like it like that. A new way for me to love you."

She grabs him around the neck, throws a leg over and hugs him tight.

"You are so wonderful to me. I feel so special with you. I feel so loved, and I got more of your cum in me."

"I told you, I'm keeping your pussy full of my cum."

"Nothing makes me happier than being full of your cum. It's like my pussy has no other purpose but to take your cum."

"You know, you may have our baby in there."

"I already thought of that the first time I took your cum. I love you so much, there is nothing I would like better than to have your baby. I want you to keep my pussy full of your cum."

He gets up and leads her to the shower. He adjust the water and pulls her in. The wash each other till the water starts getting cold. The dry each other off and head for the kitchen. 

She makes a naked breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, hash browns and a big pot of coffee. They eat like they are starved.

"Lets have some coffee on the balcony and look at the beautiful ocean."

"It's so peaceful here. I could sit her with you for hours."

"A beautiful naked woman, a beautiful view and a great cup of coffee. How much better could it get."

She jumps into his lap and hugs and kisses him.

"You are the sweetest man on this planet."

Her soft ass on his cock causes it to fill with blood. She feels it against her and smiles at him. She moves from his lap, kneels between his legs and takes his cock in her mouth. He moans and lets his head fall back.

"Oh god, I'm in heaven."

She gives him the best blow job yet. She shows him his cum and swallows it. She looks at him with a big smile.

"How was that, my big strong hero?"

"You just get better and better."

"I just got an idea. There is a nude beach not far from here. Let's go there. I want to show off my beautiful lover to the whole world."

"You could take your swim suit. If you feel uncomfortable, you could put it on. We can take a cooler with some drinks and some snacks and spend the afternoon. I'll bet you will be the hottest woman there. And as a bonus, I get to rub sunscreen all over you."

"I know you will be the hottest guy there. Your big strong muscles will put them all to shame. All the women will be looking at your big cock too. 

Let me think about it for a while."

She gets the coffee pot and pours them each another cup. Eric sits and watches her thinking about the nude beach and smiles. She looks at him and smiles.

"I'm still thinking."

After she finishes her coffee, she looks at him and smiles.

"Let's do it"

The pack up their stuff and drive to the beach.

They walk down the trail to the beach. It's early and hardly anyone it there. They walk down the beach looking for a nice secluded spot to spread their blanket. They walk around a big rock and see a sandy area with trees on three sides. The spread their blanket and sit down.

"OK, baby it's show time. Let's see that beautiful body."

"You first, I'm a little nervous about it."

He stands in front of her hand takes off his clothes. She smiles at him and kisses his cock. She looks around and takes hers off. He leans down and kisses each of her nipples. She squeaks and hugs him.

"Doesn't that feel nice with the breeze blowing over your naked body?"

Oh my, it's better than I thought it would be. I feel so free. It's like we're Adam and Eve."

He takes the sunscreen out of the back pack and squirts some on his hand.

"Lie down, baby. You are going to like this." 

He rubs oil all over her, concentrating on her sensitive areas. She is breathing a little hard. He rubs oil on her ass and the inside of her thighs. He lets is fingers gently slide over her pussy lips. She spreads her legs for him. He sticks his finger in her pussy and teases her. She pushes back against his finger.

"Roll over baby. Let me do your front."

She rolls over and spreads her legs a little. He can see her beautiful pussy lips. He does her legs, then moves up to her top and spreads oil on her breasts. He tweaks her nipples. He kisses each one and then kisses her on the mouth. He puts more oil on his hands and rubs some around her pussy. He tweaks her clit and she squeaks. 

He lays down beside her and plays with her pussy lips while he kisses her nipples. She has pussy juice running down her ass crack. He circles her clit with his finger and she moans and pushes up against his hand. She cries out as she has her first outdoor orgasm.

"Oh darling, you make me cum so easy. I'm just putty in your hands."

He pulls her on him and presses his cock head in her pussy. She groans.

"Now for your first outdoor fuck. Take it baby. Slide it in your pussy."

"Oh baby, your cock drives me wild. How can I resist you."

She slides down on his cock and starts stroking in and out. She pushes down and grinds and then strokes up and down again. She is getting close. He holds her ass and slows her down.

"You make me so hot and my pussy is ready for your cum. I want you to fill me up."

She strokes up and down on his cock as fast as she can, holding her orgasm back. She feels his cock swelling and speeds up.

"Now, baby. Cum in me, I can feel your cock getting ready. Fill my pussy. Give it to me. Please, please.

Put your seed in me. Give me your baby making juice."

His cock explodes in her pussy, drenching her cervix. Her pussy milks out all of his cum. She screams as his cum fills her pussy. She lays on his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"I feel so complete when you cum in me. It's like heaven when we cum together. I love it."

She slides down and licks their cum juice from his cock.

"mmmm Your cum and my pussy juice tastes wonderful."

She lays down beside hand holds her hand over her pussy, trying to hold his cum in her pussy.

"I love you, Eric. Hold me in your big strong arms."

"I've got you, love. I've got you."

He caresses her back and ass cheeks and she shivers against him.

"Am I heavy on you baby. I'll get off if I am."

"You just stay right where you are. I could hold you all day like this. You feel good laying in my arms. "When we get our strength back, let's go for a swim, OK?"

"OK baby, I'll be able to walk in a few minutes."

She rolls off and lays beside him. She caresses his chest. "mmmm My big strong hero."

Eric stands and grabs her hand.

"Come on, baby. Let's get wet."

"I'm already wet, You cum is running out of me."

"Let's go in the water and I'll give you some more."

"OK, my big strong horny hero. We have to keep me full of your cum."

They go in and play in the breakers for a while. 

Then they go just beyond them and he takes her in is arms. His cock is full hard from thinking about his cock in her pussy. She puts her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He holds her by her soft ass cheeks. She can feel his cock shaft against her pussy lips.

"I can feels your big cock on my pussy lips. I'll try to get it in with no hands." 

She moves around, lining his cock up with her pussy. Her lips spread open as she presses against the head.

"mmmm I got it. Push, honey. Help me." 

They push and his cock slowly slides into her hot pussy. He starts pushing and pulling her pussy back and forth on his cock. She groans and meets his strokes.

"Oh god, baby. Fucking in the water is great. It feels so good with the water around me and your cock in me. I'm ready for your cum. Fill me up, baby."

She humps on his cock, trying to make him cum. She goes faster and faster, holding her orgasm back.

He meets her thrust. His cock swells and she can feel he is ready.

"Now, baby, give it to me. Cum in me. Fill my pussy."

She squeezes is cock as hard as she can and his cock explodes his cum in her. She screams and cums with him. The grind against each other as he cums in her.




My Hero



"Oh baby, I never get tired of cumming in you."

"mmmm Every time it's heaven. My big strong hero's cock takes me there every time."

A couple laying on a blanket nearby watch them walk out of the water. She nudges him and says, "I think he had that big cock in her while they were out there. They are a beautiful couple, Look at them."

They lay on the blanket, regrouping their strength. She lays beside him, caressing his stomach and chest.

"I love feeling your big strong muscles. You feel so good on my hands."

She reaches down and grabs his cock and strokes it up and down. She goes faster and faster. He starts to roll over to her and she stops him.

"Stay there and let me do this. I want to see your cum squirt out."

She sits up and strokes him with both hands, faster and faster. His cock head flares and his cum shoots up and lands on his chest. He squirts more on his stomach. Some runs down on her hand.

"Wow, that was amazing. Now I see why it feels so good when you cum in me. It's so powerful."

He lays there, moaning an groaning. She smiles at him and leans over and licks his cum up, not missing a drop.

"mmmm, that tastes good. I love the taste of your cum."

She lays her head in the nook of his shoulder and gently rubs his nipples. They drift off to sleep.

Eric wakes first and leans over and sucks on her nipple. She groans and wakes up. She caresses his cheek as her sucks on her. Little lightening bolts flash down to her pussy. He slides his hand down and sticks his finger in her.

"Just checking to see if you're wet for me. I like you to be wet all the time. I like you to be ready for my cock."

"You big silly, I'm always ready for your cock. I've been wet all the time since I first met you."

Let's go home, I'm hungry. It's time for a naked, wet dinner."

They walk into Eric's apartment and Eric immediately takes Connie's clothes off. She takes his off. He pulls her soft body to him and hugs her, pressing his half hard cock on her stomach. 

She pushes him back to the couch and kneels before him and sucks his cock in her mouth. He leans back and groans. She runs her nails over his balls as she sucks him up. She works furiously and soon he unloads in her mouth. She shows him the cum in her mouth and then swallows. He caresses her cheek.

"Good job, my sweet little cocksucker."

She giggles. "I like being your cocksucker."

They eat dinner and go into the bedroom and turn on the TV. 

She snuggles up to his side and her hugs her close. They caresses each other and their passion slowly rises. She get wetter and his cock get harder. 

She grabs his cock and kisses it and straddles him, holding his cock head against her pussy lips. He tweaks her nipples. She squeaks and slowly slides down on his cock. She hits bottom and slowly grinds her clit on his bone. Her head goes back and her mouth opens as she cries out. She slides up and down and stops to rub her clit on his bone. Up and down, stop and rub. She gets a rhythm going and brings herself to the edge.

"I'm ready for your cum, honey."

He strokes into her bumping her clit with every stroke. She helps him , waiting for his cum. She feels his cock getting bigger and bigger.

"Now baby, I can feel you're ready. Give it to me. Fill my pussy again. I want it full of your cum."

He pulls her down hard on his cock and unload into her. Her cervix is bathed in cum and they scream their way through an orgasm. She falls, exhausted, on his chest and he wraps his arms around her. 

They drift off to sleep.

They wake up late the next morning, and have breakfast.

Connie says:"Honey, I have to go home soon. I have four or five hours of homework to do."

"I understand, baby. I don't want to interfere. You have to keep your grades up."

She gets all her stuff together and her drives her home. They walk in the door, and her grabs her and takes her clothes off. He leads her into the bedroom and pushes her on the bed. She is giggling as he settles between her legs. He starts licking and kissing her pussy, and quickly makes her cum.

"Oh baby, that was nice. A little quickie before you leave."

"I just wanted you to be wet when you leave."

They kiss and hug and he drives home.

Connie calls Eric Tuesday.

"Eric, are you coming over tonight. I really miss you."

"Sure, baby. I'll be there in a hour. Will you be naked for me?"

"Of course. I'm naked now. I'm wet too. All ready for your cock."

"ok, see you soon. Bye."

She greets him at the door, naked, just like she promised. He takes her beautiful body in his arms and kisses her. She hangs on and returns his kiss. She starts pulling at his clothes. She grabs his cock and jacks it. She drops to her knees and starts sucking and licking it. He grabs two handfuls of hair and hold her on his cock. He feels his cum moving up his cock. She feels it too and hangs on with both hands. He gives her eight big squirts of cum and she swallows every drop.

"Ahhh my little cocksucker. You are so good with that mouth. I missed you."

"I just wanted to give you a proper welcome."

She stands and he lifts her by her ass cheeks. She grabs him around the neck and locks her legs behind him. He pushes her against the wall and slowly lowers her on his cock.

"Oh baby. Your cock feels so good sliding in my pussy. It's like the first time, every time."

He thrusts up in her as he pulls her down. His pubic bone meets her and her clit catches fire. She groans and bites his neck. He groans and thrusts harder.

"Your cock feels so good in me. I'm so full. Your pushing into my cervix. I can feel is open for you. It's ready for your cum."

He grinds on her clit and her pussy starts milking his cock. Her muscles are strong and he can feel his orgasm building. He grinds harder and she squeezes him harder. He holds against her cervix and cums. She screams and cums with him. His seed goes into her womb as his knees grow weak. He slowly falls to his knees. She keeps her legs locked behind him. The wall keeps them from falling on the floor.

"Baby, you make me cum so hard. It feels like an explosion when my cum fills you."

"Eric, I missed you so much. Being away from you for one day is too long. I want you with me all the time."

They manage to get to their feet and they help each other to the sofa.

"I feel the same way. We need to do something about that. I want to be with you all the time."

Over dinner, they start discussing their future.

"We need a bigger place. You're probably going to get pregnant and we need room for our babies."

"Oh god, Eric. Just the thought of us having babies make me so happy. There is nothing I would like better."

"I'm going to start looking for a house for us. I think a four bedroom would be about the right size. I've always wanted to have a big family."

"That sounds good. We can fill it with our babies."

"I have to go to Phoenix tomorrow. I'll be gone three days. I should be back on Friday. We can discuss it more when I get back."

"What's going on there. Baby?"

"I own two shopping centers there. I need to check in with my mangers."

"Wow, honey. I didn't know your were a man of means. I'm really impressed."

He laughs.

"I hope you didn't think I was just some beach bum. I inherited four shopping centers from my father. 

He passed away last year. He taught me how to run them before he passed."

He looks into her eyes.

"While I'm gone, you need to start planning a wedding."

She loses it completely. She grabs him and starts blubbering. He holds her till she calms down.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. We are getting married. Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm the happiest woman in the world."

Four years later they are living in their four bedroom house. They a baby boy and a girl.

Life could not be better.



My Hero



Dr. Jocelyn,

My name is Julia. I'm writing to you from bed of all places. How I arrived here is quite fascinating. I have entered a new phase, a new beginning, if you will. Recently, I had quite a life changing event, and it has caused me to take a dramatically different approach to life. Perhaps there is some sort of clinical term for it-some form of post-traumatic euphoria or something....whatever it may be, it is a part of me now.

You see, it all started last Friday. I had just opened my own bakery a few months ago in a suburb about fifteen miles from downtown. 

Baking had always been a hobby of mine since I was a little girl. My parents were concerned when I opened the place, even though I had a solid business plan, and money saved from years of hard work.

You have to understand, I come from a very close and conservative family. We all still live in state, and I speak with my parents and younger sister and brothers almost daily. Growing up as the oldest, I was expected to set the example at home and in school. My folks were not extremely strict, but there was a certain expectation level. And that has carried over into my adult life.

As long as I can remember, my Dad was the bank manager in our little town, while Mom was a homemaker until all of we children were in school. She then took a job at the local library, just working part time to occupy her day until we arrived back home. Mom and Dad provided a good home, but never splurged on the fancy items that some of my friends parents did. Although we could afford more, we always had a 3-5 year old car, and there was never talk of a boat, big screen tv or anything that could be described as a toy. No, my parents believed in saving money for a "rainy day", and the education of their children.

What we kids received, was lots of love and attention. Although we had average clothing and trinkets, our parents lavished us with a sense of family. There was always a cross country drive in the summer, and a trip to anywhere the kids chose during the holiday season. Each vacation was highlighted by Mom's picnics and Dads piggyback rides. Our parents coached all of our sports teams, and were always the first ones to volunteer at school. They even dressed up for Halloween and Christmas every year. And on one of these occasions I witnessed my parents not being their conservative selves. It happened on one Christmas when I was 11 years old.

Being the oldest child, I was responsible for putting my younger siblings to bed. Trying to get a 9,7 and 5 year old to bed the night before presents was just about impossible, but I did it. Dad came up to check and saw that we were all asleep. I waited about thirty minutes, and figured Mom and Dad had gone to bed too. It was then that I figured I could sneak down and just open one of my presents. I got out of bed and slowly creaked down the steps. We had an older home, so I had to be careful as to not wake my parents. Luckily, there was music playing- Mom and Dad must have left the stereo on.

When I got halfway down the stairs, I made a startling revelation. My dad was sitting in his favorite chair, wearing a Santa Claus outfit. My mother, my librarian mother, was in a green bra and red lacey panties sitting on his lap. There was music playing, A Sinatra tune I recall; and beside them were glasses of eggnog.

"I don't think Santa is going to get these presents finished anytime soon" my father said as he smiled.

"Well maybe he should finish unwrapping his little present right now" my mother said as she poked his nose with her finger.

I couldn't believe it, my conservative parents acting so naughty. I didn't quite know what was going on, or what was going to happen. But there was a way they looked at each other that I will never forget.I knew that it was time to go upstairs.

The next day they acted their normal selves, and I never saw them act the same way again, but every once and a while...perhaps at the dinner table or sometimes on New Years they would look at each other in that certain way, a look that only people deep in love could do. It made me feel good inside to know my parents had those sort of feelings towards each other. My friends never reported such from their family, and not surprisingly many of them were eventually the children of divorce.

So it was that love and encouragement which gave me strength to move to the big city. And best of all, my business was really starting to do well, due to good word of mouth. I bought a little place-not too much of anything but good for me. My friends and family would visit often, and everything seemed to fall in place.

I didn't have a boyfriend, but that was ok. There was Roger in college, who I gave my virginity, but he ran off with that French girl. It hurt at the time, but Mom and Dad said Roger was not worthy of me, not a true gentleman. And Mom told me later that young girls often trust the wrong guy, and it was a good learning experience. That you know better when that special guy comes along. She seemed to speak from experience. So for me, love and sex would be saved until marriage. I knew I wanted the kind of relationship my parents had, so I dated occasionally, but never goy close to anyone. No one that reminded me of that feeling I had when I seen my parents together.

The one bad thing that happened since I moved was breaking my ankle. Just last week, I was down in the basement of the bakery, and clumsily dropped a heavy box of flour on my foot. The doctor gave me a walking cast and sent me on my way. But that didn't slow me down, at least not until last Friday .

That October day had not started much different from any other Friday. I arrived at the bakery around 6 am. That was the day I gave my assistant off, so I had to open and do all the preparation myself. Things went according to plan when 7 am came and it was time to open. A few minutes later he arrived.

I never got his name. I just knew he worked in the office building down the street. A very handsome fellow he was. Celia, my assistant called him Lucky Number 7, since he was always the first person of the day. She teased me, cause he and I tended to speak to each other, and he would linger around the store to chat with me in between customers. I kept the flirting at a distance, since he had a fiance. He brought her in once, when I first opened; to try what he described as "the best crepe this side of Paris." She was blonde, tall and extremely beautiful. Her taliored business suit was quite different than my smock and silly bakers hat. And with the flour on face, I completed the cliche.

But Celia said it didn't matter. Lucky Number 7 likes you, have you noticed him bring her in anymore? And she would tell me that he never came when it was only her working, that he must have memorized my schedule. "Oh, and the way he looks at you" she said as she put motioned her middle finger in her mouth....and we would both laugh...she was so silly. But judging by the way his fiance looked at him, and the giant rock on her hands, they had to be getting married, and quite soon. And my little bakery seemed no match for her model looks and designer outfits. Still, I felt something between us. I couldn't put a finger on it, but it was strange. And just like clockwork, on October 19th, Lucky Number 7 came through my door. 

"Good morning" I said as he walked in.

"Hello, how are you today?" he replied with that golden smile of his.

"Doing well, and your usual crepe today?" I asked.

"Yes, unfortunately I'm in a bit of a hurry, new clients in town and you know who has to meet with them." he said as he shook his head.

"Sure, let me get that right for you." I said as I slowly walked towards the diplay case.

"Oh my goodness, what happened to your foot?" he inquired with concern.

"Oh this? It's just my ankle, I'm so clumsy, I dropped some flour on it. The doctor says it will be fine in a few weeks" I smiled, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"Ok, but are you sure you should be working? I wouldn't want it get any worse" he said.

HE didn't want it to get worse??This man was so polite, and so concerned, I was impressed by his consideration.

"No really, I'll be allright.It just takes some getting used to."

"All right, but I'm going to stop by tommorrow morning after my jog, so if you need something lifted or moved you had better not hesistate to ask." he said.

"Don't volunteer, I'll put you to work" I replied, gigglng.

"It would be my pleasure to help you." he said, not joking at all.

What a sweet guy. When I moved to the city, I never expected for anyone to be as nice as they were back home. But this man reminded me of the people in my hometown, he sort of reminded me of the family I grew up in.

I hopped back to the kitchen to check on my bread. It was then ,that I first noticed the smoke. I went close to the first stove, where I realized that a good sized fire had broke out. Oh crud, what was I going to do? I turned to the side wall, the fire extinguisher was gone. Shoot! I had left it in the basemant when I took supply box down. I had to get it soon, this fire could spread.

I hobbled down the steps quickly. It took about 45 seconds of scrambling, but I finally found the extinguisher. When I turned to go back up the stairs, there was so much smoke encompassing the bakery. I guess I should have called the fire department. I screamed and suddenly panicked. My place could be lost! In a rush to make it back to the kitchen, I tried to run up the stairs. My bad ankle buckled and I twisted. Before I could grab the rail, my forehead crashed it first. Suddenly I was on my back, my chest feeling tight. 

Frantically I searhed for a way to get up. I couldn't move, and I feared the worst. No one was around to help me. I was frightened. My screams came louder and more often. I was going to die! That was the last thing I clearly remember before I passed out.

Moments later, I don't know how long, I felt my body being lifted.

"Hold on" was all the voice said. "Everything will be allright" 

I awoke to a bright beam. Was I dead? Was I entering the light? I heard voices...seen cloudy images. There aren't loud voices entering the light I thought.

"It's ok Julia, it's ok" a voice said.

My eyes finally opened wide enough to see. There was an oxegyn mask on my face. An emergency worker was standing over me. I was confused.

"Your going to be ok Julia, you just survived a fire" the lady said.

I raised up, and looked saw my building and the smoke for the first time. It was then I remembered..the stove, the fire extinguisher, the basement, the fall. But how did I get out?

There were police, ambulance and fire trucks all around. And standing in front of an older black man in fire gear was him, Lucky Number 7.

"What prompted you to go in Mr. Worthington?" the old man said.

"Well, I had just made it to my office, and forgot to pick up my morning paper. he said. And when I came out of the door, I saw the smoke way down here. I know the lady that owns this store, and I thought it might be coming from here."

"Yea, yea, go ahead" the old man said.

"Well, I ran down as fast as I could, and the other shop owners were standing around outside. I asked them if any of them had seen her, and they didn't know where she was. They had called you guys, but I wasn't sure if you would get here soon enough. Well, as you know, she has that ankle, and I thought she might be trapped in there or something"

"So you decided to go ahead and see?" the old fire chief asked.

"Well, yes sir, I couldn't wait, she might have.... well you know...."he said, his voice trailing off.

"Died" the chief blurted out.

"Well, yea, that. Anyway, I had to think quick"

"So let me see if I got this straight. You busted that door down, or what is left of it, ran inside, got through the smoke, went to the kithen, fought through that smoke, saw a basement door open, and went through that door. Then you found her passed out on the steps, picked her up in your arms and carried her through all that smoke and fire and back out the building, before most of it collasped. Is that right?"

"Well more or less, I guess" he replied.

The old man shook his head while he wrote it all down.

"Is she your girl?"

"No sir"

"Some kind of relation to you?"

"No sir"

"Well son, I don't know what to say. We applaud your effort, but you nearly got yourself killed. You need to leave the heroics to the professionals.Do you realize you nearly died in there?"

"I had to go in there, I had to" my customer said defiantly.

Just then he looked in my direction. Our eyes met, and there was a look of relief on his face. He casually walked over to me. He crouched down, to be at my level.

"By the way, my name is Jack." he said, extending his hand.

"Really are lucky..." I said quietly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh nothing" I said straightening up. "I'm Julia" I said as we both shared a laugh. Then I looked at him again.

"Thank you" I said, as we looked in each others eyes. "I don't know what to..." I trailed off as he put his finger to his lip.

We just sat and stared at each other, he looked so handsome and brave with his dress shirt dirty with soot, and his tie loosened. Just then the old chief came back.

"Well, Ms Julia, I'm sorry 'bout your bakery. I'm afraid it's totally destroyed. It ain't no comfort, but this is what they make insurance for. And judging by a preliminary look at that stove, I think you have one helluva lawsuit against that contractor. Ya probably don't care either way, but I think you may end up being a real wealthy lady soon."

"I'm just glad to be alive Chief" I responded.

"Well that is 'cause of this Worthington character. I'm afraid he was right, we likely wouldn't have gotten here in time and you woulda.....well, ya know...well, he saved your life is what I'm gettin' at. You got yourself a bona fide, real life, honest to goodness He-Ro Ms. Julia."the old country sounding guy said.

"It really wasn't...."Jack started.

"I don't want to hear that crap Worthington." the old chief said cutting him off. Stand up son. I wanna shake your hand. What you did was a bit reckless, and I have to get on you for that, it's my job, but you sure got one set of balls on you kid. What do you do for a living?"

"Banker Sir, Investment banking actually" Jack said.

The chief took off his glove and extending his dark blistered hand.

"Well if you ever wanna get out of that investment banking racket, and do a hard days work, I'll take you on my team any day Son" Chief said smiling.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir" Jack repeated, with the Chief shaking his hand vigorsously. The Chief tipped his hat, and headed back to his crew. 

Just then, the EMT walked back over.

"Julia, we can take you to the hospital, give you some aspirin for your head, and let you rest; but they, I mean he, got you out before you inhaled too much smoke. she said smiling towards Jack.

"That is ok," Jack said leaning back down and brushing my dark hair to the side, revealing the bump on my head.I'm taking the rest of the day off, I'll ice it and take care of her."

"Ok", the EMT said, but if she starts to get a headache or pains, take her to the nearest emergency room.

"Yes mam". he answered

I didn't have much to gather since everything was left in my bakery. Jack asked me if I wanted to stick around for a while, to gather my composure and take it all in. I thought about it. Why should I? I just got a second chance at life? Why should I waste it by lingering over things. My life would be different now. No more being conservative. No more playing by the rules. And no more being an example. I loved my family and what they stood for, but there was a reason I was spared. And now I intended to live everyday as if it would be my last. I wasn't going to worry about the fire, I going to worry about the lawsuit, or a settlement just now. I decided to take chances. Starting that very minute.

"I'm free for the weekend, Maya is on a business trip. We can stop by my house first, and you can call whomever you need to, and I can make you some lunch." he said.

We went to his car, a very nice sedan, and I felt so at home in that seat. We made it to Main Street when I started.

"I just want to thank...." I said, but he cut me off.

"You thanked me once, I'm not going to let you do it again Julia" he smiled as he said my name.

"Ok" I said as we came to a light. "But you have to answer this. Why did you come back in the building to get me?"

There was a long pause. And he looked at me...and it happened....the same look my parents gave each other across the dinner table and on holidays. And I could feel myself looking back the same way. Neither of us could look away. That's when my eyes began to fill wiht tears.

"Well I just have to have my daily crepe fix" he joked, as the light finally turned green.

I looked out the window as we both laughed. But things got quiet again as a tear quickly came down my right eye as I realized what had just happened. I was silent the rest of the way to his place. Jack was too. We stole a few glances on the highway, but I could not bare to look at him for more than a few seconds. It was surreal.

We finally made it to the driveway, where Jack came around to open my side. He escorted me to the house and opened the door. I walked in and heard the door shut behind . I turned and he was there. I rushed to him as he swempt me up in his arms. Our mouths met as I put my arms around his shoulders and we kissed with breathtaking intensity. He ran his hand through my hair as I whimpered by his touch. Our tongues met and danced, as we embraced in what seemed forever.

We broke away, just for a moment. Not a word was spoken. Just a look of knowing. This time he brushed my bangs aside, and touching my bump, letting his hand slide down the side of my face. Then his other hand came to my face as he held it, lovingly in the same hands that had just saved my life a few hours earlier. He kissed me again, closing his eyes before I closed mine, touching me like a queen. I melted, as another tear came down my face. I couldn't move.

I felt msyelf being lifted. Just like I had in that fire. And supported by Jacks secure arms. He carried me, looking in my eyes the entire time, while we passed pictures of his lovely fiance as we headed to another part of the house. I knew where we were going and I knew what we were going to do when we got there. He was my hero, and I wanted to be with him. I desired to be his, to give him all of me. I wanted to be reckless with Jack, I wanted to do things with him...wild things...not conservative things...life changing things.

We made it to his bedroom, where we resumed our kissing. I unbuttoned his shirt and pants. When his they were down, I pulled his underwear to the floor next. Before me stood only the second cock I have seen in my life. But oh so large, so erect. I bent before my Jack, on my knees, eager to pleasure him...eager to service my hero. I took him in my mouth, sucking back and forth so intensely, so hungrily. I wanted all of him, even his seed. I had never swallowed Roger, much to his frustration. But Jack, Jack was different. He deserved this. This was different, this was rue . I went under to lick his balls-something I would never imagine doing, even with a husband. His reaction was a look of suprise, though staring at me the whole time. I liked the reaction and kept going, stroking his large cock the whole time. I ended up at his ass, his opening, if you will. I had heard from a adventurous girlfriend that she liked to put her finger up there to arouse her boyfriend. I chose to use my tongue, to lick this so intimate part of his body. Jack reacted with shock, lifting up on his tip toes.

What a non-conservative thing to do....actually kinky...but I only continued, as I was a new woman now. I was in love, and I would do whatever this man desired. After all, my life was his to save, and he risked his to do it.




My Hero



Jack picked me up by my shoulders.

"I want to make love to you" he said, his eyes attached to mine.

And he did, he took me in the bed and eased his way into me. It had been years since my last time with a man, a boy actually was Roger. Jack was something quite different. A man, a gentleman, and a stud....a bona fide 100% He-Ro. He filled me up, as I initially struggled to accomodate his size. He pressed on patiently, only to push me to orgasm not minutes in to it. I cried out in passion, a feeling which was the best in my life. Tears flowed from my eyes freely, as I was no longer afraid to let him see how I felt.

He continued to thrust in me, while I cried over and over again, loving his cock, loving his sex, loving him. Jack looked at me the entire time, holding me in his strong arms, and pushing me to the height of pleasure over and over. I had never felt anything like this before, I just know I loved it. 

He pushed into me several more times before he tightened up. He froze for a moment before he shot into me, for what seemed like hours, but was only seconds in reality. When it was over, we collected ourselves, as we looked in each others eyes. There was silence, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. Finally I broke the silence.

"I know you have her. I know. But I don't care. I'll give you whatever you want. Whatever role you want me to fill, I am yours. My body, my heart, my everything. You can make love to me whenever you want, whether she is here or not. You will have a key to my house. You may have a fiance, maybe even a wife eventually, but I will be yours too. We can do anything you like. Sex, when you need it, anal, oral. I'll even give you a baby if you want. I'll do all of it because I...I am in....

Jack cut me off again.

"I know Julia. I am too. And I do too. Since the first day I walked in the bakery."

Jack and I made love the entire weekend. We never left the house. My banker hero looks at me the same way my Dad did my Mom. And I look at him just as lovingly as she him. It is now Sunday evening while I write this, and I'm still in Jacks bed, and he is headed to the airport. He is headed to pick up Maya, and he going to have a talk with her.



My Hero



Note: This is based on a real event that happened to me. Thank you for reading, and enjoy. 

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My Great Uncle had just died, so the family decided to have a get-together for New Year's Day. All of the relatives were expected to come, even the ones we hadn't seen for several years. 

I was tired from the New Year's Eve party I had attended the night before. I'm 18, it's my duty to party once in awhile! And how could I have missed the biggest party night of the year? 

My Grandmother noticed how tired I looked, "Well, I have a feeling you'll feel much more awake when Brad gets here."

I tried my best to remember who Brad was. He must be that skinny twenty-four year old who joined the army. He must be twenty-eight by now, I thought. 

That was an odd thing for her to say. I had barely spoken six words to Brad in my entire life. Why would seeing him make me feel more awake? I closed my eyes mid-thought and fell half-asleep. 

I opened them when I felt an electricity in the room. I saw smiling faces and heard, "It's good to see you again, Brad," over and over. 

I saw a slim pair of legs in loose jeans walk in front of me. Then, he sat beside me on the black leather couch. 

We must've looked striking together. Two good-looking young people amidst so many elders. 

He was so different than I had remembered him. His eyes were like majestic blue diamonds, or stars. It wasn't until he smiled that I really recognized him. That familiar, good-natured, Southern smile. 

I wanted to say something to him, but I wasn't sure what. Luckily, he was a good talker. "Why don't we get the plates set up so these senior citizens won't have to."

"Okay." 

I walked behind him up the stairs. Yes, I did look at his butt a little, but I kept myself together pretty well. 

The television was on in the living room, and a Matchbox Twenty video was playing. "I just love them," I said.

"Well, why don't we sit and watch it for a few minutes. I'm sure they won't even notice we're gone." He sat down right beside me again. 

I felt good as I watched Rob Thomas and Kyle Cook and the other band members. Feeling Brad next to me made it all the better. 

We talked about school and the army and the family for a little while, and soon I felt like we were really close. 

"So you're Jane, which makes you Pauline's grandkid?"

"Yeah, and you're Brad..."

"...I'm Houston's nephew."

"Oh, so we're really not related at all." I think I said that a little too happily. 

He chuckled. "I guess we're not."

I put my hand on his thigh. I don't know what came over me. I just enjoyed being near him. 

"You know, you're turning into such a pretty young lady."

"So are you, I mean, guy."

"It's okay. I bet there are a lot of young guys chasing you."

"Not really."

"I try to date, but I just can't find the right girl, you know?"

My eyes bounced from left to right, hoping I was right about what he was getting at, "Yeah, it's tough."

He leaned in towards me. I felt the blood in my veins flow quickly through me. His warmth was intoxicating. I subtly licked my lips.

We heard a noise and stood up quickly. We made uncomfortable movements as we dashed to the cupboards to get the plates. "Just getting the plates," I told my aunt.

She looked at me with a suspicion in her eyes. "Well, if it takes the both of you to grab a few plates."

I looked at Brad with lust, even though I tried not to let it show. I was dazed. 

We hurried back down the stairs. This time I led, hoping he'd get a good view. 

When we returned we had to sit through an unbelievably long dinner and chat. Soon, the relatives were asking about our love lives.

"So Brad," my grandmother asked, "have you found a nice little girlfriend yet?"

"Well, I have one, but I think I'm going to break up with her very soon." He winked at me. 

When I was asked the same question, I admitted that I had a boyfriend. 

Then my cousin's older boyfriend, who had been drinking and eyeing me for quite some time said, "Just one?"

"Ha Ha Ha."

Eventually, I had to excuse myself to use the restroom. Little did I know that miserable drunk had been waiting for me. 

"I'll give you what your little boyfriend can't." He walked towards me, leering. I wanted to cry. I don't know why I didn't yell. Unfortunately, I guess that's just the way shy girls are in a situation like that.

"Please let me through, I want to go downstairs."

"Well, you've made yourself comfortable in my house. I think it's time you showed your appreciation."

"I, I do appreciate it, sir. You have a lovely home." I tried to move out of his path, but it was useless.

"Shh shh, just let me taste you." He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me savagely. I felt his breath, rich with alcohol, coming down hard on my face. His cracked lips smeared across my cheek. I began to cry. 

Then I felt his tongue stroke my skin. His hands were tight on my upper arms. "Mmm, baby." He was such a disgusting stereotype.

I yelled out, "Help me!" and tried to get away. I felt helpless and weak. 

It grew quiet downstairs. He put his hand over my mouth and held me still. Then I heard one of the guests say, "Did you hear something?" How badly I wanted to say, "YES, YES!" but I couldn't.

Then someone else said, "I didn't hear anything," and the chatter continued. 

He chuckled and rubbed his hands over my body. All I could do was cry and whimper. 

Then I heard Brad. "I heard Jane yell. Maybe they're all too old to hear, but I know what I heard. Where are you?"

I tried to stomp my feet to help him find me. It was working! I heard him coming toward us. 

"What the hell is going on here?" he pushed the beast off of me. I ran to the other side of the room. 

"The girl and I were just getting to know each other a little better. If you don't mind, we'd like to be alone."

Brad had just gotten out of the army a few months before, so he was strong in his mind and his body. He made a fist and swung at his face. He fell to the floor and held his head in his hand.

"You disgusting s.o.b. I'm calling the cops on you," Brad told him.

I grasped Brad's hand in mine, "No, please. I would be so embarrassed. I'm okay. I don't want to ruin the whole party."

"You didn't ruin anything. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"But please don't tell anyone about this. Please, Brad?"

"Alright. If that's really what you want." And we went back to the living room. He held me while I cried a little. 

"Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me, I'm just glad you're alright. It's just not right for men to do things like that to young girls. If you're not going to tell anyone, you need to stay in my sight for the rest of the night." He put his hand on my head.

"I'll be fine, thanks anyway."

Brad lifted my head so that he could look into my eyes, "Jane, he was going to rape you."

More tears streamed down my face. "I'm sorry I can't stop crying."

"You have nothing to feel sorry about. Shh."

I held his hand. I was so grateful to him. I wanted to be beside him forever. My eyes were struggling to stay open. I must've drifted into a light sleep. 

I woke up just a few minutes later. I looked down and was horrified. My hands had managed to massage my private area while I was unconscious! I dropped my hands and looked at Brad, who had definitely noticed.

"It's okay. You don't have to stop. I think it's a beautiful sight."

A beautiful sight? Me feeling myself was a beautiful sight? I smiled, mortified. "Oh geez, I can't believe I was doing that."

"Well, believe this," Brad said. He put his long, sturdy fingers on my hand and brought it back to my crotch. He rubbed it in a circle against my hungry flesh. I couldn't help squirming. "Does that feel good?"

I answered him with a soft moan. If I hadn't been so tired, I would've been far too insecure to let this happen. It felt great. 

Soon our clothes were gone. I felt so safe with him. In two hours, he went from a near stranger to the hero I loved. 

He held my face in his hands and mouthed, "I love you." His hands were so different from the alcoholic's. His were strong, but gentle. They knew just how to touch me to make me feel comfortable and hot. 

"Can I get that kiss now?" I asked. I lifted my head and reached my mouth out to meet his. He was so warm. I felt his naturally expert tongue with mine. My nipples grew hard and cold. He pressed them with his fingertips and kissed them softly. I arched my neck, looking up at the ceiling, but seeing the heavens. 

I stroked my hand up and down his smooth back. His shoulders weren't perfectly sculpted, but they were perfect for me. 

My backside was bouncing off of the couch, aching for Brad. He was now rubbing my thighs and inching towards their meet. 

I had always dreamed about the man that was perfect for me, and finding him was overwhelming. I cried again, and I hardly ever cry! I couldn't believe myself. 

"I'll go slow, I promise," he told me. Everything sounded like poetry in his voice.

Soon his cock met my entrance. The head just slid about a half an inch in, so I knew I must've been quite aroused. I had never felt such manliness against me before. I never dreamed it would feel so good. 

We kissed as he pushed my legs open wider. "The wider you open them, the better it will feel." I stretched them to their limit, and once his body was completely between them, I clamped them tight around him. 

My walls were stretching to accommodate him. He wasn't huge, but my virginity made for quite a squeeze. He hit every nerve I didn't know I had. I felt the way women in love have felt for thousands of years, that amazing fiery passion God blessed us with. 

I felt my juices pouring out of me. I knew I was becoming swollen with my own arousal. He ground me into the couch, feeding my pussy at least three inches at once. It was uncomfortable, but such a relief.

Finally he hit my hymen. I had never felt it before that moment. He lifted his shiny chest partially off me, sitting up a little. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He took me hand and told me to grip it as tightly as I needed to overcome the pain. 

He grunted as he plowed through it. I felt like a woman and a little girl in love at the same instant. I felt his cock all the way inside of me and I loved it. My breathing had become very labored and sweat had emerged on my forehead. 

Brad's face was flushed. It made him look extraordinary. He pumped in and out and in and out of my body. I felt empty, then complete and empty, then complete. It was miraculous. To think that a man can do so much to me in such a short amount of time astounded me. 

He raised himself again and I felt him grow. As big as he was in me already, he grew! To make matters worse, I tightened! His eyebrows pointed towards each other. He looked almost distressed as he plunged into me. 

I took a slow breath and contracted around him. He had to put his hand over my mouth because I was screaming. 

He groaned very deeply and held onto me with all his might. His balls were smothered against me. We held each other tightly. I orgasmed his cum out of him. It was hot and powerful. 

When it was over, we looked at the clock. "Twenty-five minutes."

I smiled. After we got dressed, he offered me his arm, "Shall we?"

We went back downstairs to the party, and this time, no one had noticed that we had ever left. My grandma told me that my cousin's boyfriend hadn't been feeling well, so he rented a motel room to sleep in. 

When the party was nearly over, Brad stepped in front of the door, blocking the guests from leaving. "Wait, wait, one more thing."

Then he knelt in front of me and took my hand. "Jane, will you let me spend the rest of my life with you?"

I didn't cry this time. I said "YES!" as loud as I could.

The guests were shocked. They thought we barely knew each other. (Silly, huh?) I kissed him and was happier than I had ever been in my life.

"She said yes!" Brad yelled. 

The guests were quite confused, but they cheered and clapped anyway. It didn't matter, though. Nothing could've made me any happier.



My Hero



Raven sat in the back corner of the seedy bar, wanting nothing more than to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to move. The little blonde who had walked in shortly after her was having problems with men keeping their hands off her and Raven felt a strange need to help. 

A yelp brought her out of her revery. The blonde had bent over to hit a pool ball when her ass had been grabbed a little too forcefully. Why the blonde hadn't already left was beyond Raven. She was a small little thing. She had to be in her early twenties. Raven guessed she must just be stubborn. 

The man who had done the grabbing had obviously not heard the "no" that the young blonde kept saying because he advance menacingly at her. Raven rolled her eyes and got out of her chair.  "Hear I come to save the day." She chuckled at the theme song she had always hated. She walked up behind the man and grabbed him by the neck pulling him back away from the girl. "Do we have a problem here?"

"Who are you? Let me go bitch."

Raven smirked at him, "As you wish asshole." Raven hauled him over to the door and threw him out. She turned back to go find the blonde to make sure she was alright and found the blonde right behind her.

"Oh thank you so much. He would not leave me alone. My name is Dianne. Yours is...?"

"Raven" She couldn't say more than that. She was stunned at Dianne's beauty. Long strawberry blonde hair. Red full lips and emerald eyes. She looked like she would fit right under Raven's chin and She found out when Dianne threw her self into Raven's arms to hug her. Raven's body thrummed with excitement at her first touch. Her libido was doing a happy dance and all her blood and any other liquids she had in her body started heading south for the summer. "Um you wanna get out of here and go some place else?"

"I would love to. I was afraid leave alone with him hanging around. I figured he would jump me the moment I got out of here." She blushed. "Lets go back to my place." She smiled sweetly at Raven but Raven could see the lust in her eyes. Raven wasn't the only one totally turned on here. She felt a bit better that her hormones weren't running rampant alone.

Raven drove her to her house and walked her to the door. She decided not to make a move on her figuring she was a lady of virtue and all that crap. Boy was she wrong. 

Dianne grabbed her by the front of her shirt and dragged her into the house. She slammed the door and slammed Raven against it. Dianne looked up into blue eyes that had gone dark with lust. She ran her hands through long black hair before grabbing a hand full and pulling Raven down into a passionate kiss. 

Raven felt a hand on her breast pulling insistently on the nipple through her shirt. Raven moaned a deep throaty moan sending chills through Dianne. Dianne ripped off Raven's shirt only to see a bare chest and no bra. She moaned and latched herself onto Raven's neck as her hands descended on Raven's breasts drawing deep moans from the tall woman. Raven's hands were busy trying to pull Dianne's shirt up but Dianne wouldn't move away from her long enough. 

Raven felt deep bites against her neck and moaned out as she tried to stay vertical on her shaky knees. Dianne nipped her way back up to Raven's ear taking her earlobe into her mouth. "Lets take this to the bedroom." 

As Dianne led the way she felt insistent hands on her shirt and she helped Raven pull it off, they threw it down in the hall way and the bra came off next and was hung on the door handle of her room. Raven spun Dianne around to face her and she attacked her mouth kissing her deeply and exploring every part of her mouth with her tongue. 

Dianne and Raven tried stripping each other at the same time and found it easier if they stripped themselves. Dianne grabbed Raven and threw her on the bed as soon as she was naked. Raven positioned herself as she watched Dianne walk away. Raven was just about to say something when Dianne came back to the foot of the bed with a strap on in her hand. She smiled sweetly at Raven and climbed up the bed planting kisses along Raven's body until she reached her panting lips.

Raven ran her hands along Dianne's body trying to memorize the feel of every curve. Dianne set the strap on aside and nibbled her way back down Raven's body. There would be no talking this night. There was no need for small talk and words that meant nothing. They wanted nothing more than to quench the passion inside each of them. 

As Dianne neared her breasts she spent extra time with each of them. Then started her journey down again. Raven was wiggling beneath her moaning constantly. The moans coming from deep in her chest and climbing out of her lips sounded more like a deep growl and it was music to Dianne's ears. 

She spread Raven's legs and licked her lips before dipping her head down to feast on the woman she had wanted since she had seen her in the bar. She swirled her tongue around Raven's clit as Raven's hips moved to meet her tongue and bring it closer. 

Dianne held Raven's hips down with one hand and used the other to enter Raven roughly with three fingers. Raven cried out loudly screaming Dianne's name. Raven rode Dianne hard until her climax built to an earth shattering height. She went completely rigid and came hard on Dianne's fingers screaming out her pleasure. 

Dianne slowed her ministration leaving her fingers buried in the statuesque beauty as Raven pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Dianne pulled her fingers out slowly hoping she hadn't hurt Raven. Raven winced slightly but kissed her to make sure she knew it was just fine.

Raven jumped a foot off the bed when she was entered suddenly. She looked down in between her and Dianne's body seeing the strap on buried deep inside her and she moaned. She grabbed Dianne and flipped her over onto her back. Raven sat up after kissing the shocked woman deeply. 

Raven began riding Dianne slowly grinding into her. They both moaned deeply at the contact between the two. Raven's hands were busy exploring the body underneath her. The silky smooth white skin was almost like porcelain in its complexion. It looked even whiter against her own tanned hands. 

Dianne arched up into the hands that had started massaging aching breasts bringing Raven out of her musings. Raven could feel the climax build inside her body and Raven could feel Dianne squirming urgently. She ground harder into Dianne on every thrust down. Dianne cried out just as Raven felt herself climax. Raven slowed her riding until both of them calmed. She took the strap on off Dianne and crawled up her body laying sweet kisses all the way up her body.

Dianne kissed Raven's temple softly before whispering. "Honey I know you like to role play but next time could you make sure no mean drunk men come after me. You know I only like it when you grab my ass."



My Hero



One day you get an email telling you that I've been kidnapped, no name signed anywhere, no address, no clue whatsoever to where I am. Worried you frantically call the house number here and some guy answers, you ask him where I am and what's going on. He tells you there's an ongoing investigation and that I was indeed kidnapped. I was seen by the old woman across the road, being drug outta the house by my hair, wearing only my bra and panties. I was shoved into a light brown, ugly car that had completely disappeared by the time the cops got there. Four older ugly men had come and got me. 

The police filled you in on the rest and you decided to look for me, you look everywhere here in town looking for a car with the same description but find nothing. At last you decided to go down by the lake and hunt for me. Spying a brown car and 3 men talking beside it, you hide and wait for them to leave, just knowing that you had finally found a clue. But the 4th man is nowhere in sight. Hearing a woman's scream, you impatiently search around trying to locate where it came from. Seeing another man leaving a shed back behind the house, you think you've found me. 

Sneaking around the side of the house waiting for the man to go back inside, you hear a moaning sound like, someone in pain. Suddenly you hear the car pull back up and you hurry up and get to the shed. Breaking the lock you're finally inside. Still hearing a noise, you look around again trying to locate the sound. An old blue pool cover next to a couple of old rusted children's bikes is moving a little bit. Lifting it up u find me lying there, wearing a dirty mud streaked bra, and ripped panties. My hands and ankles are tied. And I have a rag in my mouth. Frantically trying to untie me, u didn't notice one of the men enter the shed. 

Hearing his footsteps on crunchy leaves, you move just in time to avoid being knocked unconscious with a rotting piece of wood. Grabbing part of an old bike frame you stab the man and kill him. Hurrying back now you finish untying me. You asked, "Baby, did they do anything, did they hurt you?". I tell you no, they tried, but I fought them. Sneaking out back of the shed, you fumble with your cell phone trying to call the police. Trying to get away before the rest came out looking for the dead man. Hurrying to the car, through the woods we run into them and start fighting for our lives. I'm kicking, screaming, scratching, and biting. One pulls out a gun and fires it, aimed right at you for interfering with their plans. I jump in the way and get hit in the shoulder. By that time, the cops arrive and have them surrounded. The 3 are taken in and I'm rushed to the ER. It was just a graze and I was fine. 

You took me home and helped me wash up and then started telling me how brave I was and how sorry you were that you didn't get there in enough time to get me away safely. I told you, "Baby, don't worry about it. I'm fine and I'm back and all yours." Gently stripping my bra and panties off, you kiss my belly. Getting shot made my adrenaline high, so I'm horny as hell; I hurry up and take your clothes off of you too. I want on top but you won't let me. Afraid I'll hurt myself cuz the wound. I stretch out beneath you content to just lay there but wanting more than that. You feel that I'm already slick, so you start to slide in. You know so well what to do. Caressing my breasts, trailing kisses down my neck and collar bone. Pounding into me. I wrap my legs around you and lift to meet your thrusts. Forcing u deeper as I push up and you push down. Grabbing my hips you pound in faster and even harder. Bruising my inner thighs with the force of it. 

Never did you think it could be so good. Feeling my self start to tingle inside, knowing it won't take much to make me cum now; I slide a pillow up under my butt to allow for deeper penetration. Feeling you expanding inside me touching the back wall inside of me. Filling every nook and cranny inside. Knowing your about to cum too. I start seeing stars and I know I can't hold back any longer. Moaning your name, I start to tighten more inside and I hang onto your shoulders. 

You're panting with exhaustion. As it gets more intense, I dig my nails in a little and scratch your back up some. But you don't care; you're too lost in the heat of the moment. Too lost to feel anything except you spilling into me. Feeling you're hot cum spilling in my pussy, I push my hips up more making sure not a drop is wasted by dripping onto the bed. I want it all in me. Finally coming completely, I scream your name. Grunting and groaning your finish up, letting my pussy milk every last drop out of your dick. Completely drained you just collapse on top of me, and I'm comforted by you laying there, knowing it was because of me, you were so exhausted. You tell me that you love me. And I tell you, "I love you too baby, you're my Hero."



My Hero



This is an entry in the Winter Theme 2010 contest, so please enjoy, email me con crit and don't forget to vote BIG.

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"Oh baby, I'm not done with you yet. I expect you'll cum at least two more times before I fill you with my cum. Three more if you want it in your ass." I looked at him coyly, silently. Though I enjoy anal, I wasn't sure I wanted his baseball bat wedged in there.

======= How did I get there? Well it started with a winter trip down South...

There's a huge advantage to living in the Florida Keys, at least during Winter months. I know it's unusual for a girl to be passionate about fishing, but I am. Mostly, it's the chase I love, so my thing is to 'catch and release' my prize. Others still debate whether fish feel pain or not. Since they react to the slightest touch at their mouths or noses, we know they CAN feel. I know how I'd feel if a fish hook went thru my palate or even my nipple. Imagine how a young child would feel, even if the hook were not toooo painful. Imagine the shock and terror of being hooked out of the blue with no idea if she could get away. Imagine the panic! So I have to convince myself, really believe despite my doubts, that I'm not hurting them. At least I can revel in the joy they must feel when I set them free and scurry away to live out their lives. Such are the profound thoughts that swim thru my head while basking in the hot Winter sun.

Duck Key, not far off the Florida mainland, has become so popular with tourists for who knows what reason, an investor funded a small apartment building several years ago. It's nearly dead center in our little island and the tallest thing on it. Anyone on the 2nd floor or higher has an ocean view from any apartment. A strip mall on our street is the main draw for residents and even attracts tourists when they aren't on our pure beaches. There's only one main road and it's a block from our building. That means our little street has most of the foot traffic, and most of that is in tiny, sexy beach wear. I love the beaches, but only go in the early mornings and early evenings, and never on weekends, to avoid the noisy crowds and the most intense sunshine.

I'm told I turn heads, at 5'7" and 130 well-placed pounds, especially in my usual thong bikini with the tiny top that barely covers my large, dark aureole on my big C-cups. My small waist and wide hips command attention too. Fiery red hair and bright green eyes added to the other God given gifts my parents passed to me. When it comes to humility, I'm tops. Just kidding.

After leaving the early evening beach, or instead of it, I go to the same kind of beach I used to use in New York in Spring and Fall, Tar Beach, a.k.a. the roof. Luckily, there is a large, tin covered section that isn't oozing with tar. So, four stories above the not-so-busy street, I setup my binoculars, cooler and thick towels. When I checked the roof door, it was locked and the doorstop was nowhere to be seen. I leaned over the walled-in edge and watched the people so far below. It wasn't long before I saw a lean, muscular guy wearing just a small swimsuit who seemed my type. As he approached, I hollered down louder and louder. I took off my top and waved it frantically, like a distress flag and finally caught his eye. "HELP! HELP ME! Can you hear me? Yes, you. I'm locked out and stuck on the roof. Please, PLEASE come up here and unlock the door."

"Uhhh, sure, uhh which entry?"

"I'm on the West side so follow the signs. Ummm, the elevator's not working, sorry." I stuffed the tiny top into the cooler's ice pockets and waited patiently for my champion to rescue me. Several minutes later, I heard the metal-clad, red fire door creak open. The stranger craned his head around the door before stepping fully before it. "OH, my hero! Thank you so much..."

With one arm across my pendulous tits, carelessly allowing them to peek and swing around it, I charged him. Before he could react, I over exuberantly leapt on him and wrapped my legs around his waist, above his tiny red Speedo. Since my arms went around his neck to hold me up, my big, bare tits were pressed against his warm, chiseled naked chest. He slammed back against the red door from the force of my charge. I briefly kissed his cheeks several times in feigned relief and gave him a loud 'smmmmack' on the lips before it dawned on him that we'd just closed our exit door.

He dropped me and stared agape at my tits swinging freely on my uncovered chest, then at the door, then back at my tits. Feigning shock, I stared and pointed at the locked door for a long moment so he could fall in love with my breasts. Finally, we both broke into a gut laugh. I shrugged and said, "Now we both need to be rescued."

Drooling over my tits then finally noticing my tiny thong, he slowly scanned my whole body. His already hefty dick began obviously swelling in his tiny Speedo when he said, "Well, I'm in no rush to get rescued. What happened to your top?" As Speedos do, his grew shorter as his unrestrained dick swelled and pulled the unforgiving suit down and away from his body.

I stepped closer to him, conspicuously looked into the tenting gap his dick created and admired the thick, bottom two inches of his shaft. He adjusted his stiff dick, but that pulled the Speedo lower, against the shaft of ever more enticing cock. He tried pulling the lightweight suit up firmly, but that let his balls form a clear and enjoyable man-toe with their thick convolutions painted onto the thin material. I couldn't take my eyes off his stiff dick and he didn't turn away until he felt the air caress the tip of his straining cock. When his manhood poked above the waistline, I moved with him to keep it obviously in my sight as he turned away. "When I flagged you with my top, the wind caught it and it blew away." I lied. "I'm in no hurry now to be rescued either. I wonder how we can pass the time until someone finds us." Snagging and pulling his suit away from his body, I coyly suggested, "We can talk about whatever pops up, I guess." and brazenly pressed my palm against his stiff rod.

His groan was most satisfying and I hugged him with just one hand. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me firmly into his groin. Finally, his hands slid over my ass and he felt my bare cheeks. His fingers found the slim string that disappeared into my ass crack and he followed it, lifted it, spread my cheeks and rubbed firmly, but slowly around my back hole. The fireworks that released under my eyelids made me gasp and rest my head on his chest.

Since I didn't resist, he slipped his fingers farther South until they were curled around to touch the damp bottom edges of my labia. I squeezed his cock and slipped my hand inside the Speedo, wrapped my trembling hand around his shaft and made him groan loudly. We kissed deeply. While our tongues hotly licked and wrestled, he untied both sides of my thong and pulled it away. I fished his throbbing tool out of his suit and helped his Speedo fall easily to the ground.

Both naked and still kissing, I slowly stroked his hot, pulsing cock while he found my steamy, wet and wanton cunt. His fingers plunged deep inside me and it was my turn to groan. When I broke the kiss, I started pulling him toward the edge wall by his huge cock. As we moved there, he pet, pulled and pinched my hard, swollen, rosy nipples. We stopped at the thigh-high wall and, in easy view of anyone on the street below, he bent and licked my nipple. I scanned the street and noticed two men and a woman on a bench across the street who were staring at us. They energized me even beyond my usual randiness, as being watched always does. "Mmmm, your nipples feel and taste so delicious... I don't know your name. I'm....."

"No! I don't want to know your name and I'm not telling you mine. Let's just enjoy the moment." I hoped our peepers could see the dark fiery red strip pointing to my wet crotch. Speedo shrugged and smiled then sucked my tit while his fingers followed my landing strip over my clit and into my moist folds. I slowly stroked his rigid tool and kept it above the wall for the watchers to enjoy. For his benefit, and our audience below, I lifted my left foot onto the wall. With that knee bent, my moist pussy opened wide and I imagined how sluttish it looked, and I smiled. Speedo bent and stared into my wet cunt. He slowly inhaled my fragrance and closed his dazed eyes before stretching his hungry tongue into the depths of my body. He used his nose to prod my clit and rub its hood. The heat of that wonderful lingua released a flood of my juices which he fastidiously and eagerly devoured. This man knew how to lick!

After directly slathering my wetness all over his face and nose, he licked his way up my body and lingered over my nipples before finally reaching my expectant mouth. I love the salacious taste of my own creme whether from our fingers or, especially, from my lover's face and tongue. As he twisted two fingers deep into my pussy, I savored my tasty tanginess on his tongue. He angled his fingers to stoke my clit as they pummeled my pussy. That took my breath away and I saw stars. Just as I approached my climax, he bit my nipple and firmly pressed my clit. The nerve connecting the two burst into a flame of exquisite pleasure and I distantly heard me scream just before quaking into a soft boneless pile.

When I could open my eyes again, I saw the three on the bench were aglow. The woman gave me a shaking 'thumbs up' with her free hand, while the other rubbed her friend's cock thru his pants. He had his hand under her shear cover-up and was mauling her tit. Even from here, I could see her bikini top was pushed over her tits, but still under her covers. The other friend had an arm wrapped over her shoulder with his hand down her top and tugging her other tit. His other hand was rubbing between her spread legs. I smiled broadly at them.

I finally became aware of my hand autonomously squeezing and stretching Speedo's thick dick. It rubbed the swollen, purple head against my thigh and guided its overheated essence toward my empty cunt. "Maybe you should come off the wall before my dick shoves you over the side. We'll find a way to keep giving our friends below a respectable show." I was struck by his concern and shocked and awed that he was aware of our audience.

On shaky legs, I climbed down and knelt on the thick towel. His cock came with me since I'd never let go of it. I rested my bare ass on my heels and pulled his precious weapon to my salivating mouth. After the stellar pleasure he'd just given me, I wanted to make him cum unrestrained and taste his seed. We were close enough to the wall that our gawkers could see his stiff cock and my face swallowing it. I had him put his right foot on the wall ensuring that and opening himself fully to me. He was primed to blow quickly and I wanted that cream in my mouth before I used his stiff stick to satisfy my snatch.

A quick glance below showed me they were too busy to watch all we were doing. She was sucking a tongue while the other man sucked her newly exposed tit and was obviously finger fucking her under the cover-up. Bared tits are legal here, but not bared cocks or pussies, so she rubbed a stiff cock under his swimsuit.

Though I struggled with it, I managed to get Speedo's dick head over my teeth. I wanted him down my throat so I could feel his heat and squeeze him hard. I'd never tried to get such a big dick down there. "Ohhh, baby. Don't hurt yourself. No one has ever got my fat dick in their throat. It's OK." That added a challenge that I wanted to complete. I lost my gag reflex ages ago, so that helped. Yet it took great effort to allow it to stretch my pipes. When just the tip of the head found its way down, he was ready to blow, but I wanted him deeper.

When I pulled him out and just licked, he moaned, disappointed. All I wanted then was to let him cool down a bit before trying again. I blew on his dick and the chill first made him throb, but then let his thickness shrink a little. "Thanks for trying so hard, but I'm used to...." Before he finished, I blew across his dick again and quickly slid his slimmer pole firmly down my throat. The head and about four inches were imbedded in me.

"Ohhhhhh my God! Haaoow d-d-did you doooo...." he howled. It's hard to grin with a fat cock in your throat, but I felt my mouth curl around it. He started shaking, but I wasn't done. My throat had relaxed around him, so I pulled out an inch, grabbed a breath, then quickly bobbed down the rest of his cock. With my nose firmly pressed into his sparse, brown pubes, I swallowed several time to evenly compress his entire big and ever thickening cock. He howled again, but no words came out. Instead, his knees trembled, his hands on my shoulders tightened and quaked, he gasped helplessly for air and exploded his thick cream the few remaining inches straight into my belly. During his third burst, I slipped his still pulsing meat to my mouth so I could nose breathe and finally taste his sperm. Mmmmmmm, he was delicious. I held his fat head on my tongue and expressed all the male cocktail I could squeeze out of his still twitching cock. He watched thru crossing eyes.

His shouts had drawn the attention of our audience back to us, but I had no time for them. I wanted Speedo's cock in another hole. Now seated on the wall, he slowly caught his breath. "Wow! Just WOW! I...I...I've never felt anything like that before. Now I understand the obsession with deep throating. In-fucking-credible." I felt so proud of myself for beating the challenge and causing the petit mort, hot pink body flash reaction in Speedo. Savoring the remains of his thick cum on my teeth and tongue while watching him recover was intoxicating. His big dick slowly softened and I wiped the last drops of his cum onto my fingers and into my mouth.

When I couldn't hold back anymore, I launched myself at his mouth. If I could eat his cum, then so could be he. He repelled, frightened by the idea of tasting sperm. With nowhere to go but four stories down, he pulled at my head. I held him, but pushed my tongue into his mouth. After a second of squirming in revulsion, he relaxed and shortly was licking my teeth. His tongue began chasing any trace bits of his milk in my cheeks and mouth. Though he began enjoying the taste, I doubt he was ready to suck a full load of cream from my mouth or anyone's dick.

He stood and pressed against me as we held the delirious kiss. His nearly flaccid dick sprang back to life. I felt his hardness creep up my thigh unaided. When I started to grind against it, it found its way into the valley between my thighs. He began grinding it along my cleft, over my clit and against my fiery streak. Though this alone was making me wet again, I opened my legs to tell him I was ready to be impaled. He turned me away from the wall and I put my cheeks on the edge. After pinching my nipple very hard, he aligned his cock with my waiting hole... then reconsidered.

"Baby, you're too close to the wall and I don't want any bricks in my uhh, prick. I'm afraid I'll toss you over the wall like this and even if I don't, the distraction is too much. Why don't you turn around and lean those gorgeous tits on the wall so we can be safe and vigorous?"

I like his thinking! "Just a sec. Let me put a towel on the wall so I don't hurt or scrape my tits." I ensured that nearly half the towel length was OVER the wall so I was not only safe, but it would act as a flag and draw more eyes to me as it waved. Speedo sucked my nipples and bit them to relight the fuse to my clit before turning me to the wall. It worked. At first only my hands were on the low wall. I spread my legs wide to offer my ass to him. He knelt and lapped at my dripping pussy. He said he couldn't get enough of my tasty twat or its bountiful juices. If he meant to just tease me, he was doing so much more.

His talented tongue warmed and licked from the top of my vulva, into my labial folds and ohhhhh yes, under my hood and onto my clit. After holding hot pressure on it a bit, he split open my labia, rolled over the outer lips and seamlessly cruised between my fleshy inner lips. I shuddered as his wet muscle explored my vagina proper. He licked the walls clean and exited to flick and lick my phrenulum which shot sparks down to my pussy and up to my rear hole.

When he touched the rippled ridge of my sphincter, I tensed briefly. Once I relaxed my cheeks again, he ran across then around my winking muscle. I knew to bear down to ease that muscle open, and did. His tongue rolled into a tube and rested just inside my dark hole. I relaxed it more and he pressed inside, reaching the inner sphincter. He licked and blew into my ass causing rare excitement. As his tongue began its return circuit, I felt his wet finger slide into the open gap. He twisted it gently and I allowed it inside. It passed both sphincters until it was stopped by his knuckle against my cheeks.

His wet tongue was inside my wet-again pussy, drinking my sweet juices again. I moaned from the simultaneous attack on both fronts. When his tongue found my swollen clit standing and shouting for attention, he easily slid a finger deep into my pussy. He angled it as he pumped my pussy so it would rub my clit shaft as his tongue flicked and sucked my glans. The combination was startling and supplemented by dizzying friction in my ass. I moaned again and put my tits on the wall so I could hold my ass open for him. He shifted his finger so he could rub the rough saddlebags of my clit as he stroked in and out of my soggy snatch. Unique sparks fired from the THREE different parts of my clit. This man was a treasure.

The wall pressed too hard on my tits, so I slid them forward and over the edge. They broke free and swung lewdly in plain view of everyone below us. My nipples snapped firmer, knowing the performance they freely gave. Speedo played all parts of my clit and hood and asshole like a magnificent orchestral concerto. I was already gasping for breath when he found the perfect balance and began a rapid crescendo. With my face and tits over the wall, I began chirping louder and louder in perfect step with his rising concerto. Now eight people watched from below as my chirps rose to 'ahhhh' and 'ohhhh' in perfect time with my oscillating tits. When I screamed my orgasm, startled people along both sides of the street froze and stared up at me. I believe the only reason they didn't call police rescue was the standing applause I got from the original three on the bench.

It helped when Speedo stuck his head up and fed me my pussy juice from his mouth and face. "Oh, Speedo, that was absolutely incredible! You did all that without using your dick?" Holding onto the wall, I added, "Give me a minute. I still want your cock inside me." I licked my sweet nectar off his nose and, still gasping, sucked his tongue.

"Oh baby, I'm not done with you yet. I expect you'll cum at least two more times before I fill you with my cum. Three more if you want it in your ass." I looked at him coyly, silently. Though I enjoy anal, I wasn't sure I wanted his baseball bat wedged in there. "Before you calm down completely, assume the same position on the wall. I see you like people watching you get off, let's do it again... for them..."

"Gladly!" I managed to gasp out. When I threw my chest over the wall again, I noticed the eight peepers were rubbing and kissing each other. I'm thrilled to be an inspiration. One of them noticed my tits swinging freely and Speedo still behind me so he whistled and shouted up. Speedo sat behind me and I assumed he wanted to repeat that incredible performance. I was totally in favor of that. But he apparently had another wild trick up his, ahhh, sleeve.

He started with his finger in my wet cave and his tongue on my clit- a great start. I was amazed at how quickly he had me gasping. When he moved the soaked finger to my ass, I again spread my cheeks open. He entered easily and began pumping my dark hole then put another finger in my pussy, this time it turned out to be a thumb. Nearly repeating his earlier, exquisite, movement made my eyes roll back and close. This felt wonderful again and so quickly! Yet, something was different.




My Hero



His thumb and index finger were in my adjacent holes and so pulsed together. There was a sort of calm excitement from this. Before I could sort out that calmness, he pushed his thumb as far into me as possible and I lurched. "Ahhh, there she is." he whispered. All I knew was that he shifted from rubbing my clit to my vaginal roof. I felt him gently rub his thumb in short strokes over my textured roof and it felt different and perhaps even MORE wonderful than before. I'm no stranger to my G-spot, but I was surprised how easily he found it on his first try. I began to feel light headed, warm and full so I barely noticed a change in what he did inside my ass. Suddenly, there were more fireworks, this time inside my brain. I felt it swell, squeeze my sinuses shut and make me truly high. Street noises and my voice faded away as if someone turned down a volume knob. Just before the day went dark, I felt my arms and legs quake violently. Overwhelmed by the high, I closed my eyes briefly and moaned.

My eyes blinked open and I was no longer standing. Speedo had moved me to the towel and was gently slapping my face, looking down on me and terrified. He shouted something, but to whom? "Ohhhhh, THAT was... I never... What happened? How did I get way over here in a split second? What did you do to me?"

"Thank God. One thing at a time. You passed out at the wall, but I caught you and you're not hurt. That wasn't a split second ago. You been totally out for, let's see... more than four minutes. I was about to yell for our friends below to call an ambulance, but you were muttering over and over 'sooo, good... that was ...' If you didn't come around in the next minute, you would have awoken in a hospital. Damn, you scared me. I never had anyone pass out for over a minute before. I guess I have to retire that move."

"Don't you dare! I loved it. You have to tell me what it was. What was that, my fourth climax? How many times have you made a woman come in one session?"

"I was with a woman who was in her forties and never had an orgasm. I never got to that last move, but between my dick and fingers I stopped counting at thirty-seven orgasms over about six hours. My arm cramped up so I had to quit though she was willing to keep going. As far as WHAT I did... maybe it's best kept secret. Can you sit up and have a cool drink?"

"The drink's a good idea and I can use a few minutes' rest, but I still want to feel that big cock in me. Are you up for it?" Waiting for his considered reply, I stood and wobbled my iced water to the roof wall and looked down. A little cheer came from the group. One said he was concerned by the way I fell over, but my boyfriend assured them I was OK. They made Speedo update them every minute or they would call the cops. "I'm fine. My 'BOYFRIEND' made me cum so hard I actually passed out for several minutes. Isn't he great?" I raised one hand in a V for peace, or victory, and they applauded. How wonderful complete strangers would be so concerned. "OK, I'm ready to go again!" They laughed, but I was.

Speedo had his arm around me. His support and concern were palpable. I lifted his flaccid dick and showed it to our friends. "Asleep, his rod is thicker and longer than many men. Time to wake up." I squeezed and pulled it until it twitched in my hand, then knelt and sucked it onto my tongue. It pulsed and woke up fully. I stood and pulled it over the wall. "See? Isn't that so much better?" His stiff dick got thumbs up from everyone. "Let's put it to good use. I'll stand along the wall as long as I can so you can watch. Just my thanks to you all for your concern."

After gulping more water, I bent over. From their angle, I guessed they could only see one tit swinging, but they could see Speedo's thick rod slip under my ass. He held it so he could guide it up the thick lips of my raphe and expose and tousle my clit head. I told him to stop asking if I were Ok at least until I passed out again! While using my left hand to brace against the wall ledge, I heard low groans coming from below. They couldn't screw on the street, so they watched me closely. Speedo soon had me gasping again, though he STILL wasn't inside me. Before I could ask if he had a problem, I felt his swollen cock head angle past my inner lips. After a brief pause there to relish the warm contact, he pushed all ten stiff inches inside me with a single thrust. The group saw it vanish, but I felt it cleave and heat my instantly soaked pussy.

Speedo moaned and paused with his rigid rod completely imbedded in me. Impaled at last, and it felt wonderfully hot! I felt his huge stick push my cervix aside as my vaginal walls yielded to his friendly occupation. He slowly pulled out, allowing my pussy to collapse on itself and scream in protest. When he slowly returned, we both gasped again. Happy kitty rejoiced. The next, quicker, pumping was too much for one hand to brace so I turned and rested my ribs on the wall. As Speedo went faster pushing in deep, pulling out far, I became aware of my tits swinging freely and chaotically beyond the wall, the sharp thump that moved my clit and finally how each harder and harder pounding crashed against my asshole, stretching the round muscle and sending another shockwave to join the others Speedo created. We started on a high, but this talented hunk was pushing me higher and higher. In minutes, I was screaming out another orgasm and the crowd below roared as quietly as they could. I managed to brace myself with both hands on the wall and not fall down when my legs went to mush again.

Still stiff and still captured inside me, thanks to his solidly holding my hips, I realized he hadn't cum. Before I could ask him, this considerate man shifted his stance. As he stood taller, I felt his tool shift lower, actually toward my roof. He started pumping again and a remotely familiar feeling swelled inside me. Ohhh, WHAT was he doing to me? In seconds, I couldn't hold my breath, my body quaked and the tremors quickly rose and I began chirping again. I vaguely heard him grunting with each thrust. Just as the sky darkened and all sound ebbed, I heard him bellow his release. Lights came back and voices rose as I felt a surge of wet heat fill my pussy. Finally, I felt him empty his sack inside me. He groaned and grunted again as a second full load of hot cum splashed over my cervix. Holding my hips tightly against him, he shot a third thick charge that overflowed. I felt his juice rush out and soak my fiery streak, but I couldn't move from his grip. He shuddered a few more times and finally gasped before falling over onto my back. We fell over, still locked together, onto the thick towel.

When his dick finally softened and escaped, I rolled onto my back to keep most of his cum inside me. "Come here, sailor, and let me clean you of your tasty protein meal." As soon as he was close enough, I sucked his wilted cock into my mouth and licked it completely clean. "How about you clean ME up now? You left quite a large mess inside." When he flinched, I knew he wasn't ready to eat his full load of cream pie. "Can you handle licking up the overflow only from my lips, thighs and ass? Your cream tastes really good. Remember?" He managed my overflow, but I didn't want him to end the day with anything that disturbed him.

"Get me the small cup from the cooler, hon?" He looked at me quizzically. "I'm going to empty myself into the cup. Then, if you like, you can lick me clean of the little bits I can't get and make me cum yet again. But you don't have to." I hoped he would. "I don't usually savor cum, but yours is the most tasty I've ever had. It's sweeter than usual."

"Well, I'm flattered you like eating my cum, but the little tastes are all I can handle. Once you're drained, I'd love to lick you to orgasm again. Licking your savory pussy clean is special to me too. The mix of your nectar with my own cum makes it tolerable, even savory." He handed me the cup and watched as I pressed it to my labia and rocked myself to my feet. I squatted and pulsed his wonderful, satisfying seed into the plastic juice cup. Using my finger, I scooped and scrapped my vaginal walls for his love juice. I nearly came again from touching my sensitive pussy. Most of it went into the cup. I held my wet finger under his nose and told him to sniff it. "Mmmm, that smells like it's all you and I absolutely love that scent." Then he surprised me and sucked my finger completely into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around it as if it were a little cock and moaned at the pleasure.

He slipped two fingers inside me and scooped more mixed juices before moving me back to the wall. Our peepers were still there. Barely looking at them, he put those fingers under my nose and told me to inhale. In view of the others, we each sucked and cleaned a finger. He had me bend over by the wall so they could watch him push three fingers inside my snatch and scoop up more of my own juices with a little of his remains. I turned and we sucked the outer fingers much more easily than before. He had me put my right foot on the wall and swing my knee wide open before kneeling and licking my pussy and thighs clean of our juices.

He said he wanted to watch my beautiful face tense when I came, so he asked me to lean back while our fans watched him eat my pussy. How perfect is this guy? I opened my cunt to him. As his tongue found and cleaned my clit, his finger pushed inside my ass. He started cleaning my taint and rubbing my round muscle from the inside. I grabbed the cup of cum I had placed on the wall and drank it all down in several gulps. I wiped around the inside, as he wiped inside my pussy, and offered him my finger. He declined so I licked it clean. Using both index fingers, he rolled open my soggy snatch and licked between all my lips. When he licked under my hood, I started humping the air. He watched my chest redden again and my face clench in pre-orgasmic tension. Suddenly, fireworks in my brain again. I didn't notice him slip a finger in and up against my G-spot. I screamed again, but didn't pass out since it was so quick. He grabbed me and pulled me away from the edge and we fell onto the thick towel again. His face was covered in my cream again and I was gasping, AGAIN. As soon as we could breathe, we burst into laughter.

"What an incredible day! We've been up here nearly two hours and you orgasmed about five times? I hate to go, but I have to leave very soon. We still need help to get us off this roof."

"Oh Speedo, haven't you figured it out yet? You came hard twice, saved my life twice and gave me the best and tastiest orgasms of my life. Since I passed out for four+ minutes, that one should count as four orgasms. I didn't need rescuing. Every tenant gets a roof key and there's a spare hidden up here too. Mine is in the cooler with my bikini top." His mouth dropped and I saw confusion and several emotions run thru his face. "This is how I love to go fishing. I'm up here early mornings and evenings, but I never reveal that to my 'fish'. You are special. How about you come back tomorrow morning. If you're really special again, maybe we can spend the day together."

He stood and walked in circles a minute. "You conniving bitch! You baited me up here just for a lark." Oh, now I was worried I scarred away the first guy I ever asked to come back. "Well! Did you just hook me for the halibut?" Wow, a sense of humor too!

"With that lame joke, you better leave quick before I change my mind. Come here first!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Get back here about 8:00 a.m. if you want to survive that hot sun you wonderful, talented hunk of a man. You WILL explain that stunt that actually knocked me out! Now scoot and don't forget your Speedo, Speedo." He pulled on his tiny suit, but pushed three fingers back in my pussy and scooped my nectar again. Something about a souvenir.

"All I'll say now about the cosmic orgasm stunt is that it's best done with one hand and an unusually long thumb really helps. Ciao bella." I watched him leave the building, wave and walk away while he sniffed his fingers. I could only hope he was coming back. Yup, November in Florida beats the hell out of NY... the snow is so much warmer here!

With just an hour of sun left, I spread out on my towel and soaked some rays for thirty minutes while thinking of my hunk and his cosmic orgasm. When my hand wouldn't stay away from my clit, I figured it was time to go fishing again. I put on my thong bottom, grabbed my top and went back to the roof. The street and the bench were empty. I watched and watched until I saw a suitable prospect. Waving my top frantically, like a distress flag, I finally caught his eye. "HELP! HELP ME! Can you hear me? Yes, you. I'm locked out and stuck on the roof. Please, PLEASE come up here and unlock the door." I just LOVE fishing.

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14 hrs to 2330 11/10/10

seminal image: topless hottie on roof fakes being stuck; sex from rear as she leans over roof edge wall; snags next victim



My Hero...



I walked into the bar ready to cut loose and have a little fun. It had been a long stressful few months and I needed a good night out and a hookup... God I needed a good hard fuck. It had been 9 months since John and I had separated and my divorce was finally over with. I moved to Fort Knox, KY for a job. Being around a ton of available military men was a definite perk that I considered when taking this job. 

I went and bought a stunning summer dress just for this outing tonight. I felt amazing in my cream yellow sundress. It was just short enough to still leave a little something to the imagination. The top half was tight but the skirt flared out. I wasn't overly beautiful but I cleaned up good. I had long auburn curly hair that went to the middle of my back, bright blue eyes, and since it was summer I laid out when I could in the sun. I wore nude round toe pumps with my dress and kept my makeup minimal. I walked over and sat at the bar in the far left corner to people watch at first. I saw a few hotties but they had dates, "damn this is a bust," I thought.

That's when I saw him. He was about 5'10'', blonde hair, blue eyes, and still in his ACU's that were dirty. He must have been crawling in mud earlier. He had an amazing smile. He sat 5 chairs away and ordered a beer. He was with a couple of battle buddies, they all sat shooting the shit. I sat there minding my own but glancing at this man every so often, exchanging little smiles. Soon there was another man, about 6'4'' dark hair brown eyes, and tan, sit next to me. 

"Hey sexy...I'm Staff Sgt. Conners, but you can call me Daddy,'' he had this smug look and smelled of cheap cigars and bourbon. He was cute, don't get me wrong, but he was already half in the barrel and wasn't my type. Acted disinterested as much as possible as I finished my drink. 

"Hi, I'm Jessica,"

"Well, what's a pretty girl like you," as he felt my arm with his rough dry hands, "doing all alone here? Why don't you just come home with me?" Sgt. Conners leaned in in anticipation of getting a sloppy kiss right then and there but I had other plans. I moved back and to the side as I stood up.

"Thanks for the...offer? But I'm just not that type of lady..." I turned to walk away when I felt his scabrous sweaty palms on my arm.

"HOLD ON BABY," he bellowed out. It startled me as he then pulled me closer. " Where ya going? I was talking to you." I really wasn't looking forward to this and my blonde haired eye candy noticed. 

"Sgt Conners....let her go man. Come on man, don't do this tonight." 

" Stay out of this Cpl Lewis, this doesn't concern you." Conners started to stagger a bit. I moved back but he grabbed me again, this time my hip. 

"Let me go!" I yelled, now making a scene. "I am not going home with you!" I pushed him away but he was unyielding. Lewis now stepped between us. Lightly pushing me behind him he seemed so miniscule in comparison. Lewis stood his ground though. 

"She is not interested, now just let her be Sgt. Don't make this mistake... again." They stood close and just had an old fashion stare down. Conners finally relented and walked away without incident.

Lewis turned to me now, as I stood there scared shitless about everything, now...sex was so far out of my mind I could be a nun. 

"Hey, you ok?" his voice soothing and calm. "Miss?" I snapped out of it hearing him finally,

"Oh...uh yea...thanks... I, I'm Jessica. Wow that was, breathtaking! I was so scared for you." I was blushing like crazy I couldn't even look at him because my cheeks were burning. 

"Nah, that was nothing, hes a dick... he didn't hurt you did he?" Cpl Lewis had sincere concern for me; which was nice. 

"No no, I'm fine really. I am just gonna go home now though. Thanks again Cpl Lewis."

"Its Bill," he smiled. "Why don't you let me walk you home? It would be a pleasure to."

"Uhmm...really? Its not far from here." God he was gorgeous all dirty and with a smile on his face, how could I resist. 

Bill said goodbye to his friends and we walked out and down the street. It was a beautiful summer night, not too hot and a slight breeze. We were silent for the first few minutes of the walk until he decided to speak up.

"So... you just move to town?" 

"Yea, I am the new administrative assistant to Col Rickter. I moved from Wisconsin." His hand brushed against mine as we walked and it send chills down my spine. I felt like a giddy little schoolgirl with no control over it. I wanted to jump him right then and there but I kept my composure.

We got to my street just in time. The beautiful summer night was turning into a storm. It was about 11 o'clock when we heard the crackling of thunder and then a down pour immediately. We were getting soaked as we ran to my door, laughing the whole way. My dress clung to my silhouette by the time we reached my home. I stood there, keys in hand, just looking at him. The dirt on his face running now as the fresh rain washed over his face. 

"Well Miss Jessica, your home safe...wet but safe," he chuckled as he turned to leave already, "goodnight miss." 

"Wait..." I grabbed his hand spun him around. "Don't I get to say thank you to my hero?" I spoke softly and seductively as I came in for a kiss. My free hand reached up to his now muddy chest. Our lips met and it was like electric surges through my body. His supple lips pressed against mine so perfectly as his right hand entangled my sopping wet hair, and his left arm went around my body and pushed me into my door. It felt amazing having Bill pressed against me with such strength. His kiss was full of passion and tasted sweet. A soft moan escaped my lips through the kiss as my leg trailed up his. He parted and stared deep into my eyes for a moment.

Breathlessly he said, "Goodnight Miss Jessica," as he turn and walked away.

I stood there dumbfounded but so moist. And not from the rain. I went into my home and made a beeline for my bedroom. I barely had enough time to get my clothes off before I laid on my bed, legs spread, and my nimble fingers diving into my hot box. The energy my body felt at that moment was stellar. I couldn't help bringing myself to the brink within minutes just thinking about Bill. His smile, that kiss, and feeling his chest through his uniform sent me over the edge. The build up to this orgasm was almost unbearable as my fingers flicked my sensitive clit back and forth, my damp body arching backwards on my bed, and tears in my eyes as I screamed out his name at the top of my lungs. Soft whimpers followed as I came off my high just then and I curled up in the fetal position drifting off to sleep. 

I woke up at about 6 am on Sunday. I rolled over and looked at the clock groaning. Why cant I sleep in just one day!? I pondered the thought as I got up and stumbled into my bathroom still groggy. The cold shower I was about to administer to myself was cruel but I had to wake up. I decided to go on a run since I couldn't sleep. The cold water hit my face, "AHH Shit that's cold!" I hurried and washed up. I stepped out of the shower now thinking about the events that led up to last nights goodnight kiss with Cpl Lewis. I wish I knew this MOS so I could find him, talk to him...among other things. My brain swirled as I got dressed. I looked outside, the rain had dispersed. I wore black shorts and a pink runners tank top along with my black and pink Nike running shoes. It was already at least 70 at 640am, great, is what I thought, its going to be a hot day. With my Ipod buds in my ears, music blaring, I started slow. Eventually a half mile down the road I picked up speed and took off running like I was being chased down. I went around the main quarters of the housing on base. Sweat glistening off my body I felt like I was starting to clear my head when all of a sudden, SMACK! I fell to the ground in an instant. There was a body on top of me and right when I ripped my earbuds out ready to yell... It was Bill. He was twice as sweaty and just as out of breath as I was. 

"Fuck! First ya save me and the next day you try and trample me?" I scoffed and tried to giggle. Giggling out of breath is near impossible.

"Oh...god.. I'm sorry! Are you alright Jessica?" He remembered my name! oh wow. That was a good sign. 

"Yea yea...I'm fine Cpl...Bill" I smiled at him even though my ankle was killing me all of a sudden. He got up off of me and stood up. He reached out for my hand and when I stood I couldn't hide the searing pain shooting from my foot. He noticed quickly and scooped me in his arms. 

"Here, my house is around the corner... Let me take a look at your ankle," his voice subdued me and I just nodded my head. Carrying me into his home and setting me down on his couch he left me there to get water and ice. He came back handing me a bottle and got on one knee while carefully grabbing my ankle. I winced at the shooting pain I had but tried to act tough. Bill felt around a few times, 

"well its just a sprain, just keep off of it as much as possible,'' as if that was an option. I was up and down all day for meetings, errands, etc. but I would make it work.

"Ok, thanks Bill," I bit my lip knowing I wanted him just as bad if not more so now than last night. His touch was so inviting as his hand trailed up to my knee. I knew he wanted me as well. He looked at me again, longingly as he came up. I thought he was going to kiss me but then, 

"Daddy... what's for breakfast?" a small voice showed its body from the corner of the room. He was about 4, and looked just like Bill. 

"Oh hey buddy, umm hold on ok. I'm just helping my friend Miss Jessica because she fell." He sounded disappointed that his son had woken up. 

I smiled at the little boy as he walked up and analyzed my foot now. 

"Oh wow does that hurt?" He was enthralled with me instantly. I just looked at this mini version of Bill and shook my head.

"Nah, I'm strong. I got this little man!" I chuckled and tried to get up. Bill made me sit down though. 

"Whoa little Miss thing..." power derived from his voice, "you are staying for breakfast. I cant let you walk home anyways."

I figured that fighting with him was futile so I sat put. Bill went into the kitchen and whipped up French toast and bacon while his son, Colt, stayed with me and watched television. He was such a peach. Colt noticed my water bottle empty and took it into the kitchen, knowing he was trying to stay quiet but not knowing how to whisper at four years old I could hear him tell Bill, 

"Daddy she's so pretty! OHHH MY GOSSHHH, you should ask her out for ice-cream like I asked Lacey at school! GO DADDY ASK!" he was now yelling at his dad...I was snickering, I'm sure Bill heard me. 

"Shhhh buddy, ok ok ill ask her, but not right now," Bill tried to reason with Colt, with no avail. 

"Oh gosh dad! You are such a chicken! Ill ask her for you!" Before Bill could put down our plates Colt darted into the living room where I was. With a huge grin he yelled, 

"Daddy thinks you're so pretty and wants to go for ice-cream with you! Will ya?" 

How was I supposed to turn that down? I don't know where Colt's mother was but obviously he was at least single. I looked at a very embarrassed Bill. I never knew a military man to go and blush like he did but I was eating it up. I couldn't wait to get ice-cream with him.

"I would feel honored to get ice-cream with your Daddy; Colt." I looked at Bill and bit my pink luscious lower lip at him. I could tell he was liking my tease a little too much, he turned to go back into the kitchen I noticed an insatiable bulge in his running shorts. With Colt here I knew nothing was going to happen with the syrup except go on the French toast...damn. Oh well this kid was too cool. We sat there and watched cartoons and had a delicious breakfast. Bill kept looking at me with a gleam in his eye, full of mischief. The more we were around each other the more I knew he wanted me just as bad I wanted him. 

After we ate, I told Bill I needed to get going. "Thank you so much for the food and first-aid but I think im good to hobble home now." 

"No no Jessica...seriously ill give u a ride," he was unrelenting. And yes I wanted a ride...but not in the sense he was now thinking. "just wait ten minutes, my sister Chloe is coming for Colt to go to the zoo with his cousins."

Those were some of the best words I heard all day. I had a chance to be alone with Bill. I dropped my head, and with joking sarcasm replied, "Ohhh alright, you twisted my arm," winking at him. His pearly whites shined like the sun as he laughed at me. 

Chloe showed up a few minutes later as Bill was helping Colt tie his shoes. To Chloe's surprise I was there. She smiled as we exchanged pleasantries and started asking Bill whom I was as he ushered her and Colt out the door and down the driveway. I sat there nervous to think what was going to happen next. He had left abruptly the night prior, so I wasn't sure what to think .

Bill came back in and apologized for both Colt and Chloe, "I understand if we don't go...get ice-cream I know you were trying to be nice to Colt." his voice a bit shaky...was he nervous? Oh my he was! And I couldn't resist him much longer. 

"No, I wouldn't have said I wanted to unless I did, but if you don't want to then that's ok," it really wasn't but how could I say any different.

"No, I don't want to get ice-cream with you Jessica," my heart dropped, "I want to get a whole meal with you, maybe this Saturday coming up?" I couldn't believe he was a smart ass in a time like this! But I laughed and said yes. Oh he almost had me there. I stood up to have him drive me home at this point. I was still sweaty and in need of a shower and some 'alone time.' I tried to walk but had some difficulties. My ankle really did hurt. I would need to wrap it once I showered at home.

"Here, let me help," Bill's generosity never ended it seemed, as he lifted me and walked with me in his arms to his truck. What a beast that thing was! It was a 2011 Chevy 3500 black with lime green racing stripes down the hood. He took care of it well, there wasn't a spot of dirt to be seen. I slid into the passenger seat as I felt his hand leave me. His touch was so wonderful and even with him smelling of perspiration, it didn't deter me one bit. The drive was silent, but the sexual tension screamed out. We were both uneasy and I think we both understood why. As we pulled into my driveway he told me to wait and he would carry me in. oh god...yes carry me right to my bed. He came around and picked me back up. He walked with me but as we approached my door he tripped slightly. He let go of my legs and I ended up wrapping my legs around his waist with lighting speed as we spilled against my front door. Neither of us said a word being this close together. I just took the leap, yet again, and kissed him. This time I was more aggressive in it. I bit his tender lips and sucked one into my mouth. He pressed into me harder and started to grind ever so slightly. I reach behind me and opened my door by the handle, I left it unlocked for my early morning run not thinking anything would happen on base anyways. Bill carried me into my house still kissing me, his kisses trailing down my neck, the feeling of his teeth raking against my skin gave me goose-bumps. His hands held my ass perfectly they were caressing me as we got to my bed and he laid me down so softly in the middle of it. He was on top of me still kissing me as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. My chest was pulsating in anticipation of his next move. He sat up on his knees and took his shirt off now. Seeing his chiseled torso for the first time made me fill with desire. My hands frisked him as his tongue dared leave my neck to my ample breasts. At a full 36 DDD they overflowed my bra at this point. Light licks were followed by nibbles. All I could do was grab his head and push him down further to my sopping wetness down below. I needed to see what he could do, NOW. 

"Oh God Bill! Please please take me! Take me now!" I was so excited I knew the second me touched me I would come. His eyes darted up to mine and he had the most devilish grin as he continued on his way, pulling off my shorts and panties down in one fowl swoop. My shoes got kicked off when we walked thru the house. He looked down at my completely shaven, now swollen with lust, pussy. My juices were already covering my outter lips, as he licked his lips I let my hand go down and give him a small show... working my fingers on my button I moaned softly as my eyes fluttered. I spread my pussy open just to show him my pink flower he was about to receive. He looked at me as I opened my eyes. There was a fire in his eyes as he watched me. I brought my fingers up to my lips to taste myself, but didn't get too far. Grabbing my wrist with conviction, "What...are you doing?" the dominance caught me off guard and enticed me even more, "Don't you know its impolite not to off your guest the first serving?" his lips curled up a tad trying to hide a smile.. His mouth felt amazing around my fingers as he sucked them dry. 

"MMMMMMMMM Billy, baby....don't stop! Please DON'T STOP!" is all I could utter out as I attempted to grasp at his jarhead cut hair. It was useless so I just pushed his head into my legs. There was no teasing when he licked me for the first time, I'm not sure if it was excitement, my begging, or if he was straight forward kind of man, but oh my Lord his tongue darted in and out of my tightness licking me up like it was the last time to get action. Billy's fingers intertwined inside me as his tongue flicked against my clit quickly. That's all it took to send me over the edge. 

"OHH FUCK BABY YESSSS," I hissed out as my body arched back violently, it caught Billy off guard as he pulled me back down with his muscular arms wrapped around my thighs. My body shook, my fingernails dug into his back and neck as my juices gushed out into his mouth. This had to be the most intense orgasm of my life, so far! Billy didn't even give me a chance to calm down before he was on top of me thrusting his thick hard cock in me. He still had my right thigh in his arm as he laid on me grind into me. The feelings I felt were indescribable.

"Oh FUCK YOU'RE SO TIGHT!" Billy was pleasantly shocked by my cunt grasping him so snuggly. He felt about eight in a half inches long, and very thick. I already knew he had to have a mushroom head from the 'pop' I felt as he picked up his pace now, fucking me more vigorously. He let go of my leg to grab the bed on the sides of my head. My hands were scratching his back pulling him into me more as the room filled with the sounds of our desire for one another. My orgasm rapidly built back up having his girth stretch me open more than I had ever been. 

"Fuck me Billy! OH GOD BABY YES! FUCK THAT PUSSY 'TILL YOU BLOW!" my hands were around his neck at this point pulling him in for a kiss. There was nothing sweet about this. It was pure adulterated lust that drew him here. He snarled at me as our tongues danced together and I bit his lip again. I knew by his speed he was almost there too. I began moaning in his ear begging for his cum.

"MMM Billy cum for me...cum deep in this sweet pussy, go ahead baby do it!" I antagonized him. I needed to feel him fill me up, I wanted to come with him. 

"OH GOD JESSICA! IM SO CLOSE! OH FUCKKKK UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he started to cum in me and that's all it took for me again. My body shook just as, if not more violently than before. Our moans turned into lustful screams of ecstasy. He drained his balls in me completely, still on top of me he just gazed into the bright blue eyes I had breathing deeply. Then coming in for a soft sensual kiss, turning onto his side and me with him. We laid there for a while that day...not saying a word. I knew that this had to be the best decision I have ever made moving onto base.