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No Regrets

By: RedHead1



NOTE: This story is entirely a work of fiction. If you are easily offended by sexual subjects, you probably shouldn't read this. But if you're not offended, ENJOY!

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He is what I consider the perfect mix of man...intelligent, handsome, funny, and a truly nice guy. And over the first few months that we worked together we became somewhat acquainted. 

And steadily he became a hot topic among the lunch gossip at Frank's Deli, even among my daily lunch group of fellow married women. "Have you girls checked out the new guy in Accounting?" asked Kaye. "That cologne he wears, and his butt! Whoa! Who HASN'T been looking as he walks by?" exclaimed Rebecca.

I made sure to exclude myself from their conversations so as not to arouse suspicion, but I had, of course, been watching him all along. And quite a few times I had caught him watching me...I would just flash a smile at him and turn away, embarrassed. For although the fantasy of being with him contained endless possibilities, I knew that my conscience and morals would never allow anything between us besides friendship. "Unfortunately," I thought more than once, & sighed inwardly. And anyhow, who was I to think that the attraction could possibly be reciprocal?

So the months went by, and although I'm sure he had lots of offers, he remained single. Happily, I got to know him better - we talked often and went out with groups to lunch and to the occasional Happy Hour after work when I could get away. The way I reconciled in my own head - better a friend than nothing at all. But the better I got to know him, the stronger my attraction became. I found his combination of good qualities well & truly irresistible.

One Friday night, I found myself working late. Since my husband was out of town, I volunteered for the last shift to give the other girls a much needed break. I wrapped everything up by 6:30 - and then proceeded directly to The Frosted Mug, the unofficial after-work gathering place, for a much needed beer. 

Expecting to see the usual mix of after-work revelers, off-duty policemen, & homeless people, I was shocked to find no one I knew in sight. I sat right down at the bar, ordered my usual Friday Foster's, and asked the barmaid where the crew was.

"Well, honey, there were only about 5 of your crowd here, they each had 1 drink, and then decided to pack it up and go home. Well, they all did, except for HIM. And he bought your first round already."

I followed her pointing finger to a back table, where he sat alone. Our eyes met, and he beckoned to me to join him. My conscience screamed at me instantly. "This isn't right! You're a married woman! Wave goodbye to him and walk out the door!" 

If my legs had any ability to obey my conscience, I think, no, I'm sure I would have done just that. But on this particular night, I was tired of the constant inward fight with myself. And so it was that I found myself walking to his table, eyes locked on his, drink in my hand, and a sharp lightning strike of arousal ending somehow on both my nipples and my clit.

Oddly enough, he was drinking a Coke, and he had ordered a Diet Coke for me. "How did you know that's what I drink?" I asked. "Well, I see you every day with at least 2 of these!" he answered. I sat my beer down next to it and took a long swig of the soda instead. "So, what's the deal?" I asked. I don't think I've ever seen you at a bar with a pop in your hand!" He laughed and then looked intently and a little shyly at me. "Well, I have to admit, I have a plan for tonight, and I wanted to stay sober. Did you have your heart set on staying at the bar?" 

My heart was banging in my chest, and I felt my nipples and clit begin to tingle even more. My pussy, that had become damp when our eyes first met, began to drip. I heard myself as through a fog. "No, I really don

No Regrets



For years I was fascinated with the idea of a threesome. I am not sure exactly when it started, but the idea of my wife, myself, and another man consumed my imagination.

My wife, a beautiful, dark haired woman, indulged my fantasy on a regular basis by whispering erotic stories to me while we made love. Though she said that it really wasn't her fantasy, she knew that I loved it when she talked to me.

A couple of times we have gone to clubs, and for fun, looked to see if there were any guys that we both thought were attractive, so that she could refer to them in the stories she told me.

But one night, not too long ago, we took it a bit farther. We were at a nightclub, standing at the bar drinking Vodka on the rocks. She got close to me and looked up at me and said, "I have an idea. Let's see if you really want have a threesome, or if the reality is just too much to handle."

"What", "say that again," I said.

"You heard me, I've been talking to you forever, and I love you so much, aren't you a little curious about whether you are really ready for us to be with another man?"

I wasn't sure how to react. I was a mixture of nerves, adrenaline, and excitement.

"I don't know, I guess so."

"You guess so? You've been asking me to talk about a threesome for how long? Let's find out. There's no body here who knows us, let's just have a little fun."

"Okay, what do you want to do" I asked.

"Let's go back on the dance floor and see if we can find anyone that we both like. If we do, we can just dance close to him or whatever, and see how you feel. What do you think?"

"Alright."

She leaned in close, looked at me again and said, "I love you so much"

"I love you too" as we finished our drinks and headed for the dance floor.

It was crowded, and we started to dance as we looked around the room. It took a minute, but we both saw the same guy at the same time. He was good looking, about our age, and dancing kind of by himself, and kind of with a group.

My wife got close to me and the look on her face asked me what I thought.

I nodded, in a state of excitement, panic, and arousal.

We both slowly worked our way over to where he was dancing. My wife danced close to me for a minute, and then turned around and started moving toward him. She did this for a few minutes until the three of us where only a few feet apart.

She danced close to him, and then spun around, looking at me, but moving toward him. He continued to dance, and slid his hand onto her arm.

When she didn't pull away, he got closer. She spun back around a minute later and came closer to me. This time, he slowly followed until she was between the two of us.

She looked into my eyes to make sure that I was still alright. I was fine. She moved even closer to me, rubbing against my body. He moved right behind her, and began rubbing against her back.

Here she was between us, dancing, pushing back and forth against us both. She leaned in and kissed me, while grabbing his hand, making sure that he wasn't put off by the kiss.

He wasn't. She leaned her head back, with her hands around my waist. He leaned in and kissed her neck.

This was crazy, but after so long in my head, I let it continue to play out.

She leaned in to me again, and looked at me to see if I needed it to stop. She could see that I was okay. She slowly turned toward him. I was pressed against her, against her ass, he was pressed against her from the front, she leaned up and kissed him. She pulled me in closer as she did, pulling my hands against her breast.

I looked around, but the club was dark, the dance floor was crowded, and nobody could really see or care about what we were doing.

She turned back to me, and kissed me deeply. She grabbed my hand and moved it on top of sex, over her skirt. She grabbed his hand and did the same. My eyes locked with his for a minute, I looked down to see my wife close her eyes as we both pressed against her.

She pulled up to my ear.

"Baby" she said, " let's do this, let's get fucked" she looked me in the eyes, not in a playful way, but full of desire. "Do you want to, do you want to do this" she asked as we both continued to rub her sex over her thin nylon skirt.

I answered her with a deep slow kiss. "I love you" I whispered.

She leaned her head back and said something to him that I could not hear. I felt his hand tighten over her. We turned and headed toward the door.

The club was close to the airport, where there were several hotels. We walked across the street, my wife holding my hand, saying very little. The two of them sat in the chairs in the lobby while I got the room.

As soon as we got into the elevator, my wife turned and started to kiss me while he came behind her, retaking our positions from the dance floor.

The door opened, we quickly piled out and into the room. "Now you two get to know each other, I'll be right back," my wife said as she slipped into the bathroom.

There we stood. "Your wife is beautiful" he said, we both started taking off our shirts. 

"She is, she's fantastic", I threw my shirt in the corner.

My wife came out of the bathroom, wearing her thong and nothing else. "Listen," she said, "I am in charge of this scene. So do what I ask, when I ask, and we will have the time of our lives..."

She proceeded to lay down on the bed on her back. She slipped out of her thong. "Come here," she said to our friend. As he climbed onto the bed she guided his head onto her sex.

She looked at me and motioned for me to come to the bed. "Kiss me" she whispered, I started to kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts, "look at him" she whispered as I kissed her. I looked down to see her hands on the back of his head as she moved her hips in a gently. She pulled my head close to her lips, "I am going to fuck him, and then you, okay?" 

"Yes"

She pulled him up toward her, he sat up on his knees. He started to take off his pants and he pulled a condom from his pocket. He pulled his pants and his briefs off, his cock was hard.

"Lay on your back" she told him.

He rolled onto his back, my wife looked amazing. Seeing the pleasure and excitement on her face, enjoying the entire moment, her sideways glances were there to assure my feelings.

She put the condom over his him, and positioned herself above him. It was surreal to watch the look of pleasure spread across her expression as she lowered herself onto his cock.

"Mmm" she moaned. "Kiss me, touch me," she said to me as she rode slowly up and down on him. 

I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She was feverishly grabbing my hair, my back as she kissed me deeply. She dug her nails into his chest.

"Is this better than a story?" she moaned in my ear.

"Yes" I replied.

"I want you to lick me, lick us"

I didn't really think, I just slid my tongue down her breast across her belly, and laid my body down to lick her. I could feel him across my lips as I licked her sex. I reached my hands behind her and pulled her ass apart. 

She began to moan louder, "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," I slipped my fingers just inside of her ass. I pulled my head back as she lay all the way down on top of him. He began to thrust harder and harder. My wife continued to moan as he came.

We lay still for a minute or so. "That was awesome," my wife slipped his cock out of her. I still had my pants on. 

"Are you ready to go next?" She looked at me. I was so hard looking at her, her hair and make-up a mess, her skin shimmering with sweat. She laid down on her back. She pulled me close down on top of her. "Do you want him to stay while we finish, do you want him to watch?"

"Yes," I whispered. She pulled him over and started to kiss him while I slowly slid into her soaking wet sex. I had to go slow so that I wouldn't cum immediately. I was a bigger than him, thankfully, and wife's body immediately responded to me.

He kissed his way down her body to her sex, and began to lick her, as I was on my knees, sliding slowly in her. I could feel his tongue across my cock, trying to relax and take the scene in.

My wife pulled him close and whispered something in his ear. He moved back down and continued to lick us both.

"I am going to cum, cum with me," my wife moaned.

I started to move faster, "I am with you," as I started to moan, he reached his hand behind me and slid his fingers inside of my. I couldn't handle it, I came so hard, filling my wife.

He quickly slid his fingers out of me as we all lay on the bed. I always love when my wife did that as I came, but this time she had some assistance.

My wife got up first and went back to the bathroom. Our friend dressed. My wife came back out. They had a brief kiss and he left.

My wife and I fell back on the bed and, after a while, fell asleep.

When we woke we made love again. "No regrets?" she asked. "No regrets."



No Regrets



Ever said something you instantly regretted? Sure you have, we all have but usually its something you are able to wriggle out of or explain away. How about asking your mother if you could cum on her face? Well I did and as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I'd been a complete idiot. I stammered out an apology as she looked at me open mouthed too shocked to speak. 

It was a Friday evening and we'd just about sat down to eat. Dad was away for the weekend on a golf trip so it was just her and me. I'd had this fantasy festering away in my head since I was in secondary school I was in the second year of my A levels now, I'll be nineteen in a few months. Anyway with dad out of the way something must have clicked in my head and I just came out with it. 

When I'd run out of reasons to excuse my behaviour, anything but the truth that is, I picked up a coat and beat a hasty retreat, muttering as I left that I'd eat my dinner later. We live about five miles from the nearest shop which is in a village of maybe ten houses. So my options were limited at that point. Sure I could have biked somewhere but that would have meant going back into the house and at that point wild horses wouldn't have dragged me back in there.

So I took a walk, up to the ridge of a hill where I like to sit and watch the sun set, on really clear nights you can just see Cardigan bay which is only ten miles away. Anyway that's where I headed fully intending to spend the night.

I'd been there maybe two hours, the sun had just slipped into the haze, no view of the sea that night, when I heard foot steps which could only mean one thing!

'Hi hun, I thought I might find you here.'

'Mom about earlier, I've no idea why I said what I did, as soon as I heard myself saying the words out loud I realised how stupid they sounded. I really am sorry about it.'

'I know you are and I've come up here to tell you not to fret about it, but first I want you to know I'm not mad at you. Okay?'

'Thanks mom.'

'Do you mind if I join you? It's not much of a sunset is it.'

I told her of course I didn't mind and agreed with her. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she asked,

'So. How long have you wanted to, cum on my face?'

I looked up at her before saying I really didn't want to talk about it.

'No I'm serious, how long?'

'Since I was a kid, if that makes any sense.'

'That's a long time to keep something bottled up.'

We sat in silence for a few minutes before she handed me a lighter and asked if I could get a small fire going. It didn't take me long to find a few sticks and logs to put a fire together, to be honest I was glad of the diversion! Once it was going I sat down again beside my mother, both of us were leaning back on the same log.

'You know that psychology course I took a few years ago?' She asked after I'd been sitting for a few minutes,

I nodded without speaking.

'Well it delved into teenage suicides and the frightening thing was, almost all of the failed suicides admitted to having unresolved sexual desires. Obviously they can never be sure what motivated successful suicides, but it's a fair guess sex or lack of it, was a leading factor.'

Not knowing what to say I continued to sit with my head in my hands looking at my feet.

'I've never told you this, but when I was about your age there was a girl at my school who took her life, most of us figured it was about the lad she'd been seeing, we never really found out any details but I remember the effect it had on her parents. The thing is if anything happened to you, I don't think I could cope. I'm not saying I think you're suicidal, but I know it isn't healthy for a lad your age to bottle up his desires. I also know it's not easy for you to meet some one, living where we do. What I'm trying to say is that if cuming on my face is something you've wanted to do for as long as you have... Paul look at me.' 

Reluctantly I raised my head, what she'd just said had left me numb. I looked at my mother as if I was seeing her for the first time. 

'Do you still want to do it?'

'Mom at this precise moment I feel like I'll never want to cum again let alone... you know!'

'Well Paul, you know you've jumped two big hurdles this evening'

I could only look at her as I wondered what she meant.

'Admitting to some one you have a secret desire isn't something many of us are ever able to do.'

We sat in silence for a few moments before I asked what the second hurdle was.

'Unwittingly you've admitted you masturbate.' My face grew bright red as what she said sank in. 'All men and most women do it but for most it's something they do in the dark, with the lights off and always lie about it afterwards!' She said with a laugh.

'Arr mom!' Was the response that escaped my lips. But I couldn't help laughing with her.

Again we sat silently watching the fire, it was almost full dark by then. For my part I was digesting what she had been saying. There was a certain level of relief too, part of the reason I'd been so, scared, I suppose, was that she might have told dad what I'd done.

'Paul, do you have any other, desires, that you've bottled up?

'There are some.' I said after a few minutes, 'Most frighten me a little.'

'That's the nature of fantasies, they allow you to do things which mostly couldn't happen in reality. If they were P.C, they just wouldn't stimulate us. Would you like to hear some of mine?'

'Sure.' I said fully expecting her to tell me about an old boy friend.

'I often fantasise that I'm being kept as a slave by a man who uses me as his play thing.'

'Christ mom!' I said.

'In another, I have to work as a prostitute. Often someone is making me do things which in the cold light of day I find repellent.'

'Mom. I had no idea. I thought I was some kind of freak, imagining the things I do.'

'I've told you mine, how about I hear some of your's. Only if you want to that is.'

'This is going to sound odd but in my fantasies, I'm a man who owns slave girls and makes women do things, which would normally disgust me.'

I added a little more wood to our fire and again sat beside my mother. 

'That's creepy, that our fantasies mirror each others like that.' Mom said.

Feeling a new found confidence I asked her to tell me more about her slave fantasies.

'God, where to begin. Usually there are other slaves, men and women. Our owner treats us like cattle, he makes the strongest male slaves impregnate the females as if we were pedigree cows. When I'm serviced like that there will be a crowd of people watching. Sometimes I'm being sold at an auction, standing naked in front of hundreds of people as buyers manhandle me like I'm a piece of merchandise.'

As I listened to mom's secret desires I felt myself harden, before long I was harder than I've ever been in my life.

'Paul, do you still want to cum on my face? Doing something that... dirty, is the kind of thing I'd do when I imagine I'm a prostitute.'

Not giving it a second thought, I stood up and told mom to kneel in front of me. As soon as she had I undid my jeans to let my prick spring free. I let mom look at it for a few seconds before telling her to close her eyes. Less than ten seconds later I shot a stream of hot sperm onto her upturned face. I'm sure I heard her moan but she didn't open her eyes or move as I fastened my jeans and sat back against the log. I looked at her kneeling in the firelight with my cum still glistening on her face and realised she was waiting for me to release her. I told her to clean her face and sit again. Mom wiped her face with a tissue before she moved to sit back beside me.

It was maybe ten minutes or so before she spoke. For my part I was struggling to get my head around what had just happened. In a relatively short space of time I had experienced possibly the lowest and highest points in my life.

'Do you know Paul, in all of my quiet life that has to be the dirtiest thing I have every done.'

I started to think that she was regretting what had happened, when she went on to say. 'You're the only person I've ever been able to talk to about my fantasies and what just happened...'

I waited for her carry on, when she didn't I asked why she hadn't told dad.

'Your dad, and he won't thank me for saying this so don't you ever let on that I've said it, doesn't have a very high sex drive. For him sex is more like a chore than a pleasure and I think I've always known he wouldn't understand, so I never told him'

'Wow. So all this time you've been bottling up your desires as well!'

'It sure looks that way, a classic case of, physician heal thy self! So how was it for you, to coin another phrase?'

'Mom, you have no idea! Hearing you telling me about your secrets and the way you knelt in front of me... there are no words.'

'Oh Paul, you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that.'

I got up to find some more wood and wondered if we should head for home. As I got back to the fire she was talking to dad on her phone. She told him where we were and how dark it was. I think he gave her the idea of staying put until the morning because she said how good an idea that was and the fire would keep us warm. 

I think I'd have been ok about walking back but maybe mom wasn't as happy to walk in the dark. So we once again settled by the fire, this time we sat with our legs and sides touching. 

'Your dad sounded like he was having a good time, they got in a round before dark and plan to be up pretty early for another in the morning.'

'I expect we'll be up with the sun too. You sure you want to sleep up here?'

'Yes, it'll be a little adventure, I've not slept under the stars since I was a teenager.'

'There's some bracken in the trees, I'll get a few arm full's to lie on.'

Mom thought that was a good idea and came with me. As I headed back to the fire, mom said she'd be right behind me only she needed to pee. As I spread the bracken out I pictured her squatting in the trees, her trousers around her ankles. Then I recalled her face as I shot my sperm onto it which sent blood pumping to my dick. 

Leaning back against the log I listened to the cracking of the fire but as I listened another sound reached my ears. I could hear my mother moaning and gasping. I'd watched enough porn clips on the net to figure out what she was doing. And the realisation did nothing to easy the stiffness in my jeans! 

After what seemed like ages mom came into the firelight which her load of bracken which we duly spread out beside mine. That done I collected enough wood to last through the night and we sat together against the log again both happy to watch the flames licking into the night air.

After a while we both yawned and decided to test out the bracken. We lay beside each other both staring up at the stars.

'Mom, I just want to say thanks for this evening, I really glad you came up to find me and we decided to sleep up here.'

'Paul there's no need to thank me, if anything I could thank you!'

'You really enjoyed what happened?'

'You bet I did and I hope you don't think less of me for that.'

I felt what she said infuse into me in almost the same way that a hot drink seems to fill your whole body.

'Tell me what you're made to do when you're a prostitute.'

Mom was quiet for a few moments and I began to wonder if I shouldn't have asked.

'It's usually a man I owe money to. He tells me to go to his house. Once I'm there he'll tell me to strip, often there are three of four other men watching. Once I'm naked he gropes me before telling me to expose myself to the watching men. Sometimes he'll fuck me while they watch sometimes he tells them to fuck me, he'll say how and where.'

Hearing mom speaking like this was to say the least a massive turn on, it also generated a feeling of acute euphoria in me. 

'In another fantasy I'm O, a character from a book I once read. I'm required to always be ready to service certain men in any way they choose, often they beat me with belts and whips.'

'In your fantasies you like men to control you.' 

'I guess that is what it boils down to.'

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes as we watched the fire. Hearing my mother's X rated fantasies had displaced all of the guilt I had from earlier.

'I can't help but wish I was the man in you fantasies.' I said, not really appreciating the enormity of the statement.

'You'd enjoy treating me like a slave or a whore?' She asked in quite a serious voice.

'I'd enjoy doing all the things the men do to you in your fantasies. They're exactly what I dream of doing in mine. Stand up and remove your clothes.' It was like someone else was in my head controlling me. But to my astonishment she did as I'd asked.

It was as if she were alone in her room getting ready for bed, within a few moments she had removed her bra allowing me to see her full breasts which hung down like melons as she bent down to slip off her jeans. I couldn't suppress a gasp as she stood up to let me see that she had pushed her knickers down along with her jeans. 

Completely naked mom stood up straight totally unselfconsciously in front of me. I took my time to study her minutely by the flickering light of our fire. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine anything as mind blowing as this. Although she was almost forty I'm sure there are not many women in their twenties who looked half as good as she did. I asked her to turn for me so that I could see her back then to turn back to face me.

'Tell me what you thought about while you masturbated in the trees just now.'

'I was thinking about what had just happened and then about the fantasies I'd told you about.'

'Did you know I could hear you?'

'After I'd cum I did think you might have.'

'Do it again.' I said.

I watched as she slipped a hand between her legs and started to rub herself. When she started to moan I got my dick out and started to slowly stroke myself. I told her how dirty she looked standing naked in the firelight playing with her self. Her moans grew louder. I told her there were maybe a dozen men just outside the light of the fire, they were all masturbating as they watched her. At that point I came with a grunt and a gasp, more or less at the same time mom let out a moan which I'm sure could've been heard half a mile away. Her legs gave way and she ended up on her knees gasping for breath. I'd seen similar scenes in video's but I'd never seen anything anywhere near half as erotic before.

Although I'd only just cum, my erection hadn't wilted. I got to my feet and removed my clothes. Moms watched me with out a flicker of emotion showing on her face.

'Sit up straight.' I snapped, her back straightened and her head came up in an instant. Put your hands behind your head. She did as I commanded. Her breasts were now pushed out invitingly towards me. I circled her slowly still unable to fully believe it was really happening. She sat immobile staring straight into the fire. I ran my fingers across her shoulders and onto her neck as I leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

'Do you have any thing to say before I grope your tits?' she didn't speak.

'Nothing?' I said as I reached my arms around her to touch her naked breasts for the first time. Christ they felt every bit as good as they looked. Mom never even blinked as I touched her or when I pinched her hard nipples. As I held her I pushed my erection hard against her back.

'Can you still see the men watching you? I can hear them whispering. They want me to push my dick into your mouth.' As I spoke I continued to fondle her deliciously soft breasts. Soft mewing noises escaped her lips every time I pinched her nipples.

'How much do you usually charge for a blow job?' I said as I stood up and moved to stand in front of her. I pushed my right hand into her hair and forced her head back.

'Do you have anything to say before I fuck your mouth.'

'Please don't make me.' She whispered. 'I'll do anything you ask but please don't make me suck your hard cock.' 

Somehow I knew that was all part of the act because as the tip of my dick touched her lips she willingly opened her mouth. Maybe I should have teased her but I doubt many men could hesitate at that moment. As soon as her lips parted I pushed all of my erection into her soft warm mouth. 

Mom gently sucked me before slowly sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. I let go of her hair and had to hold both her shoulders to keep from falling. I was as they say in heaven!

Although I wanted to last for hours I guess it was closer to a couple of minutes before I came, this time it was my turn to drop to my knees. Today just couldn't get any better I thought. When I got my breath back I reached up to roughly grope mom's tits again. I couldn't help but notice, the rougher I was the louder she moaned.

I told her to lie down and open her legs. In that position I had a fantastic view of her completely exposed pussy. I couldn't believe how wet it was, the inside of her thighs were completely soaked.

I ran my hand up the leg before probing her with my fingers. I pushed one and then two into her which made her start to moan again. 

After a few minutes I leaned back and told her to play with herself but to make sure I could see what she was doing. She slipped a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her clit in small circles. I told her to tell me what was going through her mind.

When she didn't speak I slapped her thigh, more for effect than anything. But it had the desired effect. 

'I'm imagining the men are still watching and they know you are my son.'

'Imagine them fucking you one after the other, for hours.'

Her moaning grew more guttural. 

'Do you ever imagine men slapping you?' I slapped a little harder this time when she didn't reply.

'Yes.' Came her quiet reply. I smacked the other thigh hard enough to leave the red imprint of my hand. True to form her moaning increased. I have to admit at that point I was so close to feeding my dick into her, yet I didn't, maybe then wasn't the right time, but I did push two and then four fingers roughly into her. As I pushed savagely she howled like a dog and collapsed flat onto the bracken, totally inert.

When she hadn't moved a few minutes later I figured she'd fallen asleep so watched her for a while before reluctantly draped her coat over her. I fed a few more logs onto the fire before slipping my clothes back on and sitting back against the log.

For the next hour at least I sat watching her sleeping in the light and warmth of the fire. Occasionally a soft moan would escape her lips and she'd move her arms and legs, but she didn't wake. As I watched her I continually went over the events of the evening, reliving each moment in my mind. After a while I moved on the imagining what life would be like for us now. Would mom wake and regret everything, which could mean it would never happened again. I labelled that as worst case scenario! Maybe the best I could hope for was that she had enjoyed it as much as I had, enough to want it to happen again, maybe not often but now and then. But maybe, just maybe... 

Before I settled down for the night, I made up the fire and lay as close to my sleeping mother as I could with out disturbing her. I must have been out like a light because the next thing I knew I woke to see my mother dressed and sitting where I had last night, watching me as I had her.

'Good morning sleepy head.' Was her cheerful greeting. 'I thought you'd never wake.'

'Good morning. Did you sleep ok?'

'Like a lamb. I am starving though so what do you say we head for home?'

It took only a few minutes to check the fire was out before we were able to set off. But before we did mom told me she wanted a hug. We held each other, closer and tighter than we'd ever hugged before. As we set off for home mom took my hand and we walked in silence for ten minutes before mom spoke. 'That was one crazy evening.'




No Regrets



'You're ok about what happened?' I asked.

'Ok? Of course I am, aren't you?'

'Sure I am, I never in my wildest dreams you know...'

'Nor mine. I've had those fantasies bubbling around in my head, all my life. Last night was the first time anything close to them had ever happened to me.'

We walked a little further still holding hands but in silence. I wanted to ask her a question but was scared of what the answer might be. After a while I could stand it no longer.

'Will it ever happen again?'

'Would you like it to?'

'More than anything, I was watching you while you slept. I wondered what would happen when we woke, half of me thought you would wake screaming... but I hoped... you know.'

'Hoped what?'

'Well that we'd do it again.'

'Well think about this. I once saw a film, the Master I think it was called, the main character was a kind of guru and one of his entourage was his daughter. Anyway one evening they were in a hotel or some thing and he was brushing his teeth leaning against a sink. She came up behind him and leaned close to whisper in his ear, and this is the part I found so erotic, she said he could do anything he wanted to her, as long as no one else knew about it.'

'Wow, that is one sexy line.'

'I thought the same, but the thing is, it's fits our predicament perfectly.'

'Meaning?'

'Meaning, you can do anything, and I mean anything, you want to me as long as no one else knows about it. I'll be your personal whore or slave call it what you like. You don't need to ask me, I won't encourage or discourage you, but you will need to be extremely careful. You know I'm sure the consequences of being discovered.'

There isn't a lot you can say to something like that so I took a little time to digest it completely. When we were near a small but dense coppice about half a mile or so from home I steered mom towards the trees. As soon as we were hidden amongst the trees, I pushed mom up against a tree and looked at her. After a moment or two, as we looked into each others eyes I lifted my hands to grope both her breasts. She made no move to stop me. 

'Take off your clothes.' I told her, moments later I was feasting my eyes on her naked body. I fondled her tits again before telling her to turn around and lean towards the tree. With out any preamble I pushed my trousers and shorts down and entered her with one firm push. I was fucking my mother! What a way to loose my cherry, I remember thinking as I humped her for all I was worth. As we fucked I could hear her moaning and see her tits swinging freely making little slapping sounds as they flopped about. This had to be as good as it gets I thought. 

Once I'd cum I told her to dress which she did with out comment. When we were walking again, the first thing she said was to ask me what I fancied for breakfast! As surreal as it can get!



No Regrets



A pastoral tale.

Author's note:

The village and main event in this story are real. I personally spent many happy months in the area as a boy and this has fed my story. In case you wonder, the goat was real too!

Historical Note:

An explosion involving a train carrying bombs and other explosives occurred in Soham Station on 4th June 1944. James Nightall, the fireman lost his life and Benjamin Gimbert the driver was injured. Both were awarded the George Cross. This story draws loosely on this accident purely as an aid to the plot. No reference is made to persons living or dead associated with this accident.

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The warm, early morning sun blinded me for a moment as I reluctantly left our front door to go to school. Rather like most ten year old boys I hated to idea of going to school. There were so many better things I could be doing on a warm June morning. With a heavy heart I walked up the rough road beside the railway line, dragging my feet in the dry dust.

"Wait for me!" came the sweet voice of Bathsheba Claire Grainger, the girl next door. "Can I walk with you?" came the same request she made every day. As I did every day I replied, yes Snooks."

My name is James Feest and I was born in 1926 in Haddenham, a small village near Ely in East Anglia. For those of you who don't know, East Anglia is the fertile flatland in the east of England. The principle industry in the area was and still is, agriculture. My father was the signal man and deputy station master at the local London and North Eastern railway station, 50 yards from our house. Bathsheba's father was the station master.

Bathsheba and I had grown up together and were as close as any brother and sister. In truth my feelings ran deeper that any sibling relationship and the mere sight of her was enough to make my heart melt. Her sweet elfin face, long blonde hair and her large blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met.

You might wonder why I called her Snooks. Bathseba's mother was addicted to literature and had borrowed her daughter's name from the book "Far from the madding crowd" by Thomas Hardy. There was one problem, however. Bathsheba hated her name with a passion.

I remember well our first day at school when we were five. One of the children in our class thought the name was funny and kept chanting "Bathsheba" during play time. The more Snooks complained the more other kids joined in. After a while she became hysterical with anger and burst into tears.

"Please don't call me that," she begged. "Any name but that."

One of the older boys gave her a comforting hug.

"There, there snookums, it'll be all right," he told her condescendingly.

One of the other kids laughed out loud. "Snookums? That's what we'll call her."

From that day Bathsheba became known as Snookums. And you know what? She loved it.

"You know James," she told me one day. "I feel that I belong now that I have a nickname."

Soon I shortened the name and just called her Snooks.

Snooks had four distinctive traits. First, she could never lie. If she ever tried, she would blush and look downwards, avoiding eye contact. Secondly she could be infuriatingly stubborn. Thirdly, she readily jumped to conclusions. Finally she had a fiery temper.

So what can I tell you about Haddenham? Well my home village was roughly ten miles from Ely in the fenlands of East Anglia. For those of you who haven't heard of Ely, Haddenham is roughly 14 miles from Cambridge. The population of the village was only around 600 and the village straddled a crossroads. The eastern road went to Ely and the west to Earith. The high street wound south.

The Kings Head pub sat at the cross roads, directly opposite the church. Diagonally from the pub was the village green and the war memorial.

We attended to local village school. There was one teacher and a single class of 20 kids. The school taught us the basics of reading, writing and arithmetic. The presumption was that the boys would go into farming so only a minimal education was needed. As far as I was concerned, I intended to follow my dad and work for the railway. For the most part I got on well with the other kids. The one exception was Eddie Roberts, the school bully. He was a tough kid and only a fool ever crossed him. 

Snooks and I were a sort of unofficial couple. We spent a lot of time together and it was assumed by most that we were an item. That was except for Eddie. He made it quite clear to me that he had designs on Snooks and he once told me that he would find a way into her knickers.

"I'll be showing her what a real man is," he told me one day.

Like most kids of 10, I was sexually innocent. I knew that men and women looked different but I had no idea what sex was about. It sounded to me that what Eddie was suggesting was nasty even if I didn't know what he meant.

The whole affair led to a fight which left me dazed and bleeding on the ground.

Snooks and I enjoyed swimming and were fond of walking the two miles across the fields to a tributary of the river Ouse. The tributary was only about 25 feet across and was way too small to have an official name. The locals called it Cedric's Dyke. Our favourite spot was a small wood at the bend in the dyke. There was a weeping willow which overhung the stream and from which a rope had been tied. The kids loved to swing on the rope from the bank and throw themselves into the water. The water was safe and it was a great place to play.

When we were young, Snooks and I would strip naked and splash in the water for hours. It was then that I realised that girls weren't built quite the same way as boys. I was intrigued why Snooks had a cleft between her legs rather than the bits I had but that's as far as I thought about things. The other difference was while I was happy to stand on the bank to take a piss, trying to see how far I could my piss could fly, Snooks would shyly take a piss behind a bush.

My first inkling of sexual matters came when we were twelve. Both of us had hit a growth spurt and were gaining height at an incredible rate. I also noticed that Snooks was filling out. She now had a nice pair of boobs hiding behind her shirt and her legs and rear were getting nice curves. I still didn't see her as a sexual object although I did find her physical changes very attractive. One August afternoon we headed down to the dyke. While I stripped off and launched myself naked into the water, Snooks simply stripped down to her vest and knickers and sat on the bank.

"Aren't you coming in?" I called out.

Snooks shook her head sadly.

I swam to the side and sat beside her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I should undress outside anymore," she replied. "My body is changing and Mum told me I'm nearly a woman now."

"My body has changed, I'm not sure its proper for me to expose it anymore."

"I know what you look like," I naively replied.

Snooks nervously gnawed her lip for a moment before pulling off her vest. Her previously flat chest had grown two small tits, each capped with a large nipple. Snooks blushed as she saw me looking at her.

"They're lovely," I said almost reverently, they was the nicest thing I had ever seen

"I can't take my knickers off," she told me. "That would be too much."

I nodded, not really understanding.

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I never really understood what sex was all about until the next year when Snooks and I had one of those life altering experiences. It was a hot July Saturday afternoon and Snooks and I were taking a walk up to the windmill outside the village. While we had friends in the village, we both enjoyed the countryside and we often took a long walk on the weekend. The route we chose that day was only around 5 miles but it would take us all afternoon to complete.

The day was one of those special days which seem to stay with you always. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and no breeze whatsoever. The air was filled with the scents of summer and the sound of birds and insects. We strolled, hand in hand, immersing ourselves in the joy that life in the country brought.

We took the long narrow path from the village past the wide fields belonging to old Mr Walsham. As we turned a corner we heard a loud bleat. Mr Walsham kept a goat at the end of his land. The creature had been there as long as we could remember, tethered to a stake driven into the ground. We felt sorry for the poor beast, it's life being limited to such a small area. We could never understand why it hadn't been allowed to roam freely in a field. For many years we had been afraid of the goat – it would run after us, trying to butt us. We then discovered that the way to its heart lay through its stomach. Goats will eat pretty well anything and this goat was no different. We discovered that it had a passion for carrots and we always brought a few with us to feed him. The goat soon got into the habit of listening out for us and would bleat whenever we got within 10 yards of it.

"Hello Billy!" Snooks called out as the goat ran to the full extent of its tether. I could never understand why she felt the need to give a name to the animal. The goat bleated noisily, waiting for a carrot. We spent half an hour just feeding the goat and scratching him between his horns – something which he loved.

We set off again. While we were walking past Bishop's farm when we heard the sound of metal slicing through earth and the snorting of horses interspersed with quite whispered commands. There was a small gap in the hedge and we peered through.

We could see Arthur Hayes guiding his horse drawn plough. The field was obviously due to be left fallow that year and Arthur was ploughing in the summer overgrowth.

Arthur was a quiet, taciturn man who lived alone in a cottage on the Earith road. He was also a champion ploughman who had won the ploughing competition for the past 6 years. Such was his skill that he hired his services to the farms in the area. He wasn't a local man, having come from Tiverton in the west country.

We watched, entranced, as he skilfully guided the horses across the field. The horses instinctively knew what was expected of them and only required the slightest word or click from Arthur's tongue to tell them what was needed.

I noticed Rose Bishop walking across the field from the direction of the farmhouse. Rose, a plump, ruddy faced woman in her mid thirties was striding across the field carrying a jug.

"Arthur, are you ready for a break?" she called out.

Arthur came to a halt and wiped his brow.

"That will be most welcome, missus," he replied in his broad west country voice.

Rose put the jug down and walked up to Arthur and kissed him. Not just a simple kiss, I would add. It seemed as though she wanted to eat him. She pulled at his shirt, unfastening the buttons and then pulled off his overalls. In a moment Arthur was naked. His lean, muscular body was pale except for his face neck and forearms, which had been burned bronze by the sun. We both gasped as we saw his cock, hugely erect and gnarled with thick veins.

Rose dropped to her knees and buried her face in his crotch. Snooks gave a gasp of shock and grasped my hand.

"Oh Arthur, you smell so good," Rose gasped as she sucked and licked his swinging balls. "The smell of honest sweat."

A moment later she gripped his cock in both hands and began sucking it, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth.

"Oh gosh," I heard Snooks whisper under her breath. She was gripping my hand tightly and her body shivered.

Arthur was pulling at Rose's dress and it soon joined his clothes on the floor. Her body was plump and her huge tits sagged against her belly. Her crotch was covered in dark hair. She leant over the plough, offering her rear to Arthur. In a moment he mounted her and pushed himself into her body. She moaned loudly as his cock was buried firmly inside.

He began thrusting in and out and Rose cried out as if in pain – except it wasn't. "Oh Arthur..." she gasped time after time. Arthur pounded her body time after time, the slapping sound of his belly and balls hitting her body ringing out across the field. 

He suddenly gave a groan and collapsed against her.

After a moment they separated and a gush of white liquid left her body and splashed down Rose's thighs. She turned, knelt, and began to lick Arthur's cock clean.

We quietly crept away, each lost in our own thoughts. I had once seen a stallion service a mare and to be truthful, Rose and Arthur fucking seemed little different to what I had seen.

After a short distance we stopped and sat on a grassy bank.

"So that's what sex is?" Snooks finally asked.

"I reckon so," I replied.

"Oh," Snooks replied. Again there was a long pause.

"He was so big, how could she take him inside her?" she finally asked. "My thing is so small, nothing that big could fit inside me."

"We're still young," I replied. "I'm no where as big as Arthur is."

I had found the whole thing exciting and my cock was hard, pushing out against my shorts. Snooks must have noticed."

"No but your thing was making quite a lump in your trousers," she quipped.

She laughed as I blushed.

"I suppose yours will grow to be as big as Arthur's, one day," she smiled.

"I hope," she added to herself.

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When I reached 15 I began work as a porter and general dogsbody at the station. There was never any doubt that I would follow my father into the railway – the job was reliable and well paid. There were just the four of us on the staff – Mr Grainger, the station master, my dad, Ernie Fielding the ticket office manager and me. Mr Grainger, no one used his first name, ran the station with a iron will, following the rules of the railway company to the letter. An untidy station was anathema to him, and the idea of a delayed train was simply intolerable. 

As the junior member of staff, my job was really to keep the station spic and span. My first job of the day was to sweep the platforms, empty the waste paper bins and water the flower beds. Once that was done, I spent my time helping the other staff members where I could. Slowly I learned the jobs of the ticket office and a little about the signal box. Issuing tickets wasn't hard, it simply involved taking a ticket from the rack, where there wasn't a pre-printed destination, writing the destination on the ticket, and then putting it in the stamping machine to print the date of the journey.

The mysteries of the signal office were more complex and I found it hard to grasp the system for communication between signal boxes. 

Snooks also left school at 15 and began work as a clerk at the flour mill.

It was good to be working and, after handing my keep to mum, having some money in my pocket. Haddenham wasn't a hotbed of social life but we were able to go to Ely once a month to see a film at the cinema.

Our lives ran along smoothly and we were content to be what was known as a "courting couple".

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One morning in January 1944 I was summoned to Mr Grainger's office. I had by that time progressed from being a trainee to a full time porter.

"Alf Hickson is retiring," he began, "and they need a replacement. I think you will fill his job admirably."

Mr Grainger gave a rare smile as he gave me this news. Alf Hickson was the assistant station master at Soham station and the idea of being given such a promotion made my head spin.

"You work hard lad and you're a fast learner," Mr Grainger continued. "This will be an opportunity for you to show us what you can do."

There was, unfortunately, a down side to this opportunity. Soham was 13 miles from Haddenham, too far to travel on my bike easily. While I could easily ride such as distance, the work involved working shifts and travelling pitch black lanes late at night or early in the morning would be awkward. Add to that the fact that I would need to be available to go to the station at a moment's notice and it was clear that I would have to move to Soham.

Snookums was delighted when she heard the news but her face fell when she heard that I would have to live in Soham. 

So it was that at the age of 18 I left home. Snooks wasn't too pleased about me moving to Soham – the idea of only seeing me roughly once a week wasn't too attractive. I think she knew how important the job was to me and she accepted the way things would be.

It turned out that the widow of the previous station master lived near the station and was prepared to give me lodgings.

Mrs Setchel, my new landlady, lived with her 20 year old daughter, Catherine, in a cottage near the station. Catherine was engaged to a soldier in the artillery. Catherine, or as I preferred, Cath, was a vivacious fun loving girl with a ready smile and a wicked sense of humour. She was totally besotted with her fiancé, Frank.

Frank was a great bloke. He actually came from Manchester and had been moved to East Anglia with his regiment. He had met Cath at a local dance and they had immediately clicked. It was only a matter of time before he proposed to her. The truth of the matter was that in war time, the risks of death were such that couples tended not to waste time with long romances. Living for the moment was all that mattered.

I settled into the work easily enough. While the post of assistant Station master sounds rather grand, I still had to help with the thousand and one mundane jobs which running a station entailed.

I managed to get home once a week to see Snooks. She didn't seem very happy with seeing me so infrequently and she made little effort to hide the fact. For the first time in our lives were began to argue, mostly over insignificant matters. It was getting to the stage that we would part on a sour note and I was beginning to doubt that me go the Haddenham once a week was really worth the effort.

One evening Frank came to the house. 

"Can I have a word, Jim?" he asked me.

We slipped down the road to the pub and settled down in a corner to enjoy a pint.

"I'm off overseas next week," Frank told me.

"Oh bugger, where?" I asked.

"Not certain, possibly North Africa. Look mate, could you see your way to look out for Cath? She enjoys her social life and I want her to continue to have a good time to take her mind off me. She'll worry herself to death with me away and she'll need something to occupy some of her time. She enjoys going to the cinema and dancing and having a good time, do you think you could be her escort?"

"Don't you trust her?" I asked with a wicked grin.

"I trust her absolutely. It's the other guys I don't trust. There's a lot of forces, both British and foreign billeted in this area and a lot of them will be looking for a girlfriend. It's a certainty that she'll be hit upon if she goes out alone. Equally, I don't want her sat at home worrying when she could be out having a little fun. The solution is for some reliable chap, like you, who Cath likes and enjoys being with, to be her escort."

"Don't worry on that score, mate," I told him. "You just concentrate on staying alive, I'll keep Cath safe."

"One more thing," Frank added. "I want you to give Cath away. With the uncertainty of war Cath had wants to get married before I leave."

The wedding was a rushed affair with only close family present. I felt like a dog with two tails escorting Cath down the aisle.

Cath was inconsolable the following week as Frank waved from the train. Like so many women, the uncertainty of whether they would see their man again was agony.

True to my promise to Frank, I made sure that Cath had plenty to keep her mind occupied. True to Frank's fears, quite a lot of blokes tried to hit on Cath. She would just smile and tell them that she was with me and they usually left her alone. For my part, I quite enjoyed going out with Cath, she great fun and we became very close. The down side was that I was going home even less frequently.




No Regrets



One weekend I made an now infrequent trip to Haddenham. I knocked on Snook's door.

She scowled as she saw me.

"Well well, did you get fed up with your new girlfriend and decide to come and see me? Well don't bother, I want nothing more to do with you," she snapped.

"Wait, what on earth do you mean? I don't have a new girlfriend," I protested.

"I know all about what you've been up to," she replied nastily.

"Snooks, let me explain."

"Don't call me Snooks, only my friends are entitled to use that name. I have a new boyfriend and I don't want to see you ever again."

She slammed the door.

I was crushed. Even though things had deteriorated, I hadn't expected this. I'm no fool and I guessed that she knew that I had been taking Cath out. What was annoying was the fact was she wouldn't let me explain.

I knocked on the door again. Snooks opened the door and scowled.

"Please let me explain," I begged.

"There is nothing to explain. You've been seen arm in arm with a woman in Soham and Ely. You've been seen in pubs and dancing. I know that the woman is called Catherine Setchel and that you both live in the same house. Is any of what I've said incorrect?" 

"W... well no, but," I tried to reply.

"In which case, you cannot deny that you have a new girlfriend. I don't want to see you ever again now please leave or I will fetch my dad to deal with you."

The door was shut firmly.

Rather than be upset I was angry. Snooks had taken a heap of circumstantial evidence and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Being stubborn and hot headed she was being totally unreasonable. My first reaction was to shrug my shoulders and get on with my life. It was only later that the heartache set in and I realised what I had lost.

A couple of weeks later saw Eddie standing outside a shop in Soham.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Jimmy," he leered as he sauntered over to me. "Would you like to know how I'm getting on with little Snookie?"

He put his arm around my shoulders in faux friendliness and whispered in my ear.

"She has a really cute little belly with the nicest blonde bush over her cunt," he leered. "So smooth and soft. And she has this cute little moon shaped. birthmark in her groin. As for her tits, her nipples are so soft and puffy, so nice to kiss."

I finally lost it and head-butted his smug face. His nose squashed and blood spurted. Eddie jumped back with a grin.

"Well, well, little Jimmy has finally found some balls."

His punch hit the side of my face and I went down. He buried his boot into my side and he was getting ready to stomp me when I heard a shout.

"Leave him alone," Snookums screamed and she ran over a knelt by me.

Eddie gave a snort of disgust.

"Oh Jimmy, are you alright?" she asked.

I spat blood.

"I don't need your concern or sympathy. Piss off and go to hell," I snapped and pushed her away. "Fucking bitch."

Snooks looked at me a horror. I had always tried to treat people with decency and respect and my reaction must have been totally alien to her. I saw tears well up in her eyes in response to my anger and hatred.

"Go piss off with your big, obnoxious boyfriend, I'm sure you deserve each other."

With a groan I got to my feet and staggered away with the sound of Eddie's laughter ringing in my ears.

I was dejected and full of self pity for a couple of days but soon realised that Snooks would never again feature in my life and that I needed to put her behind me. I immersed myself in my work and enjoying my social life with Cath. The hurt never really left me but I soon managed to exist without Snooks. --------------------------

In addition to the normal passenger and freight trains, we regularly had to deal with trains carrying munitions and explosives. As long as we kept the line clear, these weren't too challenging. At around 1:30 in the morning one day in June the Whitemoor to Ipswich train pulled into our station. The train was pulling 51 open wagons loaded with 500 pound bombs. The driver and his mate were running ahead of time and had stopped for a cup of tea. I decided to carry out a routine check of the train to make sure everything was OK. This was quite normal and really was just a simple safety check. As I approached a wagon behind the engine I noticed blue flames licking from one the axle boxes. The flames were licking up the side of the wooden wagon and had taken hold.

I ran over to the office and told the driver what I had seen. His face paled as the implications hit him. There was no way we could fight the fire and it was inevitable that the wagon would explode. If the train was left on the main line then serious damage would result.

"Do you have a siding we can use?" the driver asked.

I nodded. "Yes, there's one 200 yards out the station. I'll open the points."

"Uncouple the wagons first," he shouted.

I jumped between the burning wagon and the rest of the train and reached for the coupling. I winced as the hot metal seared the palm of my hand - the fire had heated the coupling. I ran to the engine and grabbed a coal hammer. With it I was able to uncouple the wagon. I shouted to the driver that the coupling was free and the engine began to pull out of the station pulling the burning wagon.

The siding points had to be opened manually so I took off down the track at a sprint – well as much as a sprint as i could. It was pitch black and I staggered and stumbled as I ran along the track,

I could hear the train behind me as I ran up to the points. The points hadn't been used for some time and the lever was stiff. After a couple of desperate pulls I managed to get them open and I stood by the points while the train passed me into the siding. The wind was blowing the flames away from the wagon but I could see that the wood was well alight. Once it was safely in the siding I turned to walk back the station.

There was a sudden roar and I felt myself being hurled through the air. Then all went black.

I awoke - disorientated and confused. I was lying in bed in a small white painted room. My whole body ached. A moment later I heard the sound of footsteps.

"Ah you're awake," came a pleasant voice.

I looked to my right to see a nurse smiling at me from the door.

"Where am I?" I asked. Instead of speaking a croak came from my mouth. I realised that my mouth and throat were dry.

"Hush now pet, don't you worry," the nurse whispered as she walked over to my bed. She offered a cup of water to my lips.

"Just take a few sips," the nurse told me.

Once I had taken my drink she left the room, only to return a moment later with a doctor.

"Hello young man, my name is Dr Marston," he said.

The doctor smiled and checked my pulse. "Welcome back to world, young man. It was a close run thing."

"Where am I, what happened?" I asked again, confused.

"You don't remember anything?" the Dr Marston asked.

I shook my head.

"Could you speak up, there's something wrong with my ear, it's like someone has stuffed it full of cotton wool."

He looked in my ear.

"Ah, burst eardrum," he muttered. "It will heal, in the meantime don't worry and get some rest."

I fell totally exhausted and I slipped off to sleep. Sometime later, mum and dad came to see me. Mum looked absolutely distraught and burst into tears the moment she saw me. Dad had a strange look on his face, almost a look of awe and respect.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Don't you remember anything at all?" my dad asked.

I should my head.

"Am I hurt?" I asked.

The doctor had come into the room at that point.

"Yes, young man, I see little point in keeping the truth from you. I'm afraid you are rather badly hurt. You where involved in an explosion. You have lost your left arm, broken your right arm and have many shrapnel injuries including damage to your genitals."

A pulse of shock and adrenalin shot through my body as he gave me this news. This doctor didn't pull his punches. It would only be until later, however, that the significance of my injuries would sink in.

Suddenly I remembered.

"It was the station... the ammunition train... What about the train crew and the station staff?" I asked.

"The driver and fireman were killed instantly," my dad told me. "The station staff were unhurt. It was they who found you and got you to hospital."

"It was only due to your brave actions with the crew that more didn't die," the doctor added with a smile.

I spent the next few days in the side room, gaining strength. Finally the doctor ws satisfied that I was out of danger and agreed that my bed should be wheeled into the main ward.

There were a number of men in the ward as I was wheeled in.

"Aha another new member of the Society of Old Crocks," a character in an RAF uniform and sporting a handlebar moustache called out. I took stock. The men were in a variety of dress ranging from pyjamas to full uniform, both army and RAF. All had obvious injuries ranging from missing limbs to a couple of guys whose faces were terribly burned and disfigured.

"Now you be polite Flying Officer Hendricks," the nurse called out to the speaker in a stern voice. "Mr Feest is young and impressionable and doesn't need any of your dubious remarks."

"Wouldn't dream of it, staff nurse Elliot," he replied with a grin. "More than my life's worth."

The staff nurse, an agonisingly beautiful woman in her twenties, gave Hendricks a look of despair."

"And don't you forget it."

My bed was wheeled into position and I was left to meet my new colleagues.

Hendricks wheeled his wheelchair over to my bed. I could see that he had lost both legs.

"Ah the redoubtable Nurse Elliot, the sweetest woman in the hospital. Shame she has a fist of steel," he said.

"You must be the famous kami kazi railman of Soham," he grinned. "Charlie Hendricks at your service. We all heard about your exploits, jolly good show old man."

All the other men murmured in agreement. "Shame you forgot the golden rule, though," another man called out. "When it comes to an argument between a 500 pound bomb and a man, the bomb always wins."

"Thats hardly fair," I replied quickly. "I can handle one but there were a lot more than that."

The men sniggered at my quip and I felt a warm sense of belonging.

"Thats the spirit my young friend," Charlie smiled sincerely.

So, began my introduction to the life and banter of the armed forces.

"Charlie, why are you buggers always so cheerful," I asked Charlie one day.

His face suddenly became serious.

"Imagine being on call 24 hours a day, waiting for the call to Scramble. At any time you can be called to climb into your aircraft and fight. Add to that the fact that you can lose a good friend at any time. Believe me, it eats into your nerves. The only way to keep your sanity is to joke."

"Look at Freddy over there," he told me, nodding towards Freddy Lake, a horribly burned pilot. "He had only been married two weeks before is his crash. The prettiest girl you'll ever met. Imagine how she reacted when she saw him. Only with our jokes and banter have we kept his mind together."

"What about you?" he asked. "Do you have a girl?"

"I did once," I replied. I explained what had happened.

"Bad show old boy," Charlie replied. "You'll find another."

"I doubt it," I replied sadly. "No girl wants a bloke with only one arm and one bollock."

Charlie fixed me with a hard stare.

"Nil Desperandum – Never despair, that's motto of the Society of Old Crocks, and never forget it."

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Visiting time was between two and four in the afternoon. Mum and Dad would call in when they could but they could usually only visit maybe twice a week. Cath had been a few times as well. When there was no visitor I would usually take the time to have a quiet snooze. One afternoon I was lying with my eyes closed when I heard my name being whispered. I opened my eyes to see Snooks standing by the bed. Her hands were tightly clenched and she looked terrified.

"Hello," she said quietly, her voice quavering. "Do you mind if I sit down."

On one level I was delighted to see her but my initial reaction was of disinterest.

"Hello Bathsheba, come to gloat?" my bitter retort slipped out before I had a chance to think.

Snooks sat down and paused, her eyes heartbreakingly sad.

"No, I wanted to wish my friend well."

"Friend? Is that what I am? The last time we met you told me I was no friend of yours. If what you've done is how you treat your friends, how do you treat your enemies?"

I saw a tear run down her cheeks and Snooks swallowed before replying.

"Please Jimmy, can we talk?"

I shrugged, not really bothered either way. I knew I was being a total hard case but I didn't care. I had bigger issues to worry about.

"So how are you getting on with Eddie? Has he fucked you yet?"

"No..." she began.

"Eddie told me about the birthmark in your groin, how would he know about that, eh?"

Snooks gasped, blushed and looked at her feet. I had my answer.

My next response was interrupted as I saw Catherine walk down the ward towards me. Frank, smart in his khaki battledress, walked beside her. I noticed three fresh white stripes on his arms.

"Hi Cath," I greeted them with a smile.

Snooks began to stand, ready to leave.

"Don't go because of us," Cath told her. "We'll only be a moment."

She sat down again.

I turned to my friends, ignoring Snooks entirely.

"Hey Frank, nice new stripes I see," I grinned.

"Yeah," he grinned back. "Those idiots at command saw fit to make me a sergeant and post me back to blighty."

"He's got a training job now, so no more fighting," Cath said with a smile. "And it's just as well," she added patting her stomach.

I looked at her slightly bemused.

"She's expecting Frank junior," Frank explained looking disgustingly proud.

Cath blushed with pleasure.

"Jim, I wanted to thank you for looking out for Cath while I was away," Frank added. "It made all the difference to me knowing that someone was keeping her safe."

Snooks looked up in surprise.

"I enjoy a good social life," Cath explained to Snooks "but we were uneasy about me going out alone when Frank was away. Jimmy kindly acted as my escort and protector, taking me out on Frank's behalf."

Snooks turned white as a sheet and gasped.

"Oh my god, what have I done," she whispered and fled from the ward.

"What was that all about?" Frank asked.

"Buggered if I know, "I replied. "Don't really care either."

Cath gave me a stern look and left the ward, following the way Snooks had gone.

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One afternoon Charlie and I were sat in the lounge gloomily watching the rain hammer against the window. 

"Bloody weather," Charlie muttered, "typical English summer."

I sighed in agreement.

Nurse Elliot chose the moment to bring us cups of tea.

"Don't you go telling James any of your naughty stories now, Charlie," she smiled. "He's much too young!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear," he grinned back.

"Gosh she's lovely," I told once she had left the room. "Is she married?"

Charlie was unusually serious.

"No my old son, she's not married. In many ways young Susan has had a tougher time than any of us. She was engaged to a young fighter pilot in my squadron. Smashing feller, brave as mustard and knew how to drink. Salt of the earth. A week before the wedding he bought it. Crashed into a hill and burned to death."

I was stunned. Not knowing what to say, I stayed silent.

"She never shows what she feels, leastways, not when she's here. She's always kind and sweet. She has to do all sorts of nasty jobs, whether its bathing patients or cleaning wounds. Never a complaint."

"She probably screams once she gets home," I whispered under my breath.

"Wouldn't blame her if she did," Charlie mused, puffing on his pipe.

"So how the old fellah recovering?" Charlie asked me after a pause.

I looked at him blankly.

"My what?"

"Your old fellah, the wife's best friend, Percy, your knob."

"Ah," I replied suddenly understanding.

"It's healing up well."

"So is it firing on all cylinders, allowing for your lost knacker that is?"

"I don't know," I replied.

In truth, my cock had been pretty quiescent since my accident. I hadn't noticed any tendency to spring into life. With my remaining arm in plaster it was impossible for me to give it some exercise.

"Well it hasn't done much I replied. I guess the wound has stopped it doing what it's supposed to do."

"Hmm, we'll have to see about that," Charlie muttered quietly.

Any further conversation was interrupted by Snooks entering the ward. Her hair was wet from the rain and her face looked wan.

"Hello James," she greeted me with a small smile. "How are you?"

Charlie nodded to me and wheeled himself over to the other side of the ward.

"Not bad, I suppose," I replied.

"James, I've been to stupid fool and I want to tell you how sorry I am," Snooks began.

I felt the same sense of ambivalence towards her as before. While I felt the old love and tenderness I had always felt, my rage was constantly near the surface, ready to erupt. I chose not to reply.

"I was misled," she continued. "I thought Cath was your girlfriend and assumed tht you were cheating on me. I know now that I was wrong."

"Oh then thats all right then. That makes everything better." My sarcasm was unconcealed. I really didn't want to spare her feelings.

"You used two interesting words," Bathsheba. I emphasised the use of her proper name for effect. " 'thought' and 'assumed' " 

"But yet you refused to allow me to explain. I could have very easily put your mind at rest but you chose to believe what you were told and not what I could tell you."

"To be blunt, I've always known you to be impetuous and stubborn, but your behaviour has been unacceptable. I'm no longer sure that I like you any more. Now please leave.

Snooks stood up. "I really sorry..." she sobbed as she turned to leave.

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"Time for your bath and wound check," staff nurse Elliot told me that evening. I was surprised. Bathing of patients was usually undertaken by the nurses rather than the staff nurse and there were two nurses on duty that evening.

The bathroom was a large tiled room holding a bath, dressings cabinet and a treatment couch. For the rest of my life, the sight of white tiles in a bathroom would remind me of hospital.

My bath was uneventful. I always found it embarrassing having some one wash your body for you. I was always amazed how nurses felt able to wash my private parts. Surprisingly, I never reacted sexually to a nurse washing me. I assumed that it was due to my injuries.

Once I was dry, Nurse Elliot told me to lay on the treatment couch. She unscrewed a small glass jar and put in by the couch. She examined my wounds, checking whether they had healed and whether they hurt. This particular evening she spent a long time examining where I had lost my testicle. After a moment I realised that she was gently rubbing my cock. It felt wonderful but it stayed limp. After about five minutes of this attention, nothing had happened. I felt a flood of despair. This was as good as it was going to get. Quite clearly, my wound had killed any sexual function I had. My eyes flooded with tears.

"Does that feel pleasant?" she asked me.

"Y... yes, it does," replied blushing.

Susan looked at me and saw the tears running down my cheeks. I guessed she knew what I was thinking. She smiled radiantly at me.

"Let me try something else," she said.

She unfastened her white uniform and took it off. She removed her bra and stood by me in just her panties. Her breasts were full but springy. I thought back to Rose's huge, sagging breasts. Susan's were vastly superior. Susan leant forward. Her breasts brushed against my thigh and belly as she took my cock into her mouth.




No Regrets



Slowly she sucked and teased my cock sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I found myself involuntarily thrusting my crotch towards her, trying to push my cock deeply into her mouth. I realised with a shock that my cock has stiff.

Susan paused and looked at me with a smile before continuing. It didn't take long before I felt a surge of pleasure through my body. Susan deftly grabbed the glass bottle, and held it to the end of my cock. A massive flood of pleasure ran through me and I came in huge spurts into the bottle. Susan screwed the lid onto the bottle and put it to one side.

She quickly dressed and then helped me get dressed.

Later that evening, Susan came up to my bed. 

"James, I had a friend of mine in the laboratory look at your little sample. There are motile sperm present but some are also dead. It's difficult to be certain whether your remaining testicle is working properly or not.

"Don't look so sad," I told her. "Even if I can't father children at least we proved that my equipment still works. Compared to my injuries, it's the last thing on my mind." -------------------------

In keeping with the military nature of the hospital, there was a clearly defined system to deciding the stages patients reached in terms of rehabilitation. The first stage was the decision as to whether the patient was fit to leave bed. At that point we were allowed to sit in the ward in pyjamas and dressing gown. The next stage was "walking wounded". Then we could wear trousers and shirt or sweater and were allowed to walk around the hospital. The final stage, and the one before release, was "garden fit". At this stage we could walk around the hospital gardens.

It was late July when it was announced that I could be unleashed on the gardens. I was delighted. Nearly two months in the ward had nearly driven me stir crazy and I longed to enjoy the warm summer weather. I soon located a bench nicely beneath an oak tree where I could sit and enjoy the fresh air. This became my regular thinking post where I would ponder what life at thrown at me.

Physically my wounds had healed well although I suffered intensely from missing arm. One of the problems with losing a limb is that your body doesn't realise the loss. It still felt that I had an arm and from time to time it would itch. The problem is that you can't scratch an arm that isn't there. My biggest problem was phantom pain. From time to time my missing arm would hurt something terrible and was sometimes almost unbearable. I was given morphine initially but weaned off it quickly. Weaker painkillers only took the edge off the pain.

Emotionally, I was a wreck. I had easily overcome the trauma of losing my arm and my other injuries; what really bothered me was my future and my feelings for Snooks. Dammit, I still loved the girl.

One Saturday afternoon I was sat on my bench in the bright sunlight. I had had a painful physiotherapy session that morning and I was feeling emotionally drained.

"Hi honey you look down," Cath's voice broke my reverie. She looked good enough to eat, in a bright summer dress. "Would you like some company?" she asked as she sat beside me.

Her belly was by now swollen with her pregnancy.

"It looks like Frank junior is going to be a biggun," I smiled. "Or will it be Francesca?"

"Girl or boy, I don't mind," Cath smiled.

She chatted for some time bringing me up to date on all the news but to be honest I wasn't the best of company.

"What is it?" Catherine finally asked.

"Err what? Nothing" I replied.

"Rubbish your body might be here but your mind is somewhere else."

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong."

Catherine put her arm around me.

"Come on, I'm the girlfriend you had which you never had a chance to misbehave with, I know when something is wrong. Is it Bathsheba?"

I finally nodded. Catherine knew all about my past with Snooks and I didn't try to elaborate.

"OK, what about her?"

I sighed and finally gave in.

"The last time she came she explained why she broke up with me and how she had been told that you were going out with me. She kept saying how sorry she was. I didn't want to know. I couldn't understand how someone who I had loved for so long could believe someone else and not let me explain my side of things. I feel that she couldn't have ever loved me."

"When we were together we both agreed that sex was something to be saved for marriage but then she threw that away with the bastard Eddie. I feel used and discarded."

Catherine paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"Have you thought about how you might get beyond this? You have the rest of your life ahead of you, you can't spend it full of bitterness. Have you considered that Bathsheba might still love you?"

"Not a chance," I snapped. "She dumped me without a second thought, that's not the behaviour of someone in love."

"Do you still love her? And tell the truth for once."

"Yes I do," I replied after a long moment. "That why it hurts so much. I've always loved her and that's the truth. But I also hate her for what she did to me. She wouldn't listen to me or give me a chance to explain. She didn't behave like the girl I loved."

"Alright, have you considered forgiving her?"

"What good does that do? Whats done is done."

"Well maybe she's feeling guilty. She kept apologising to you. Do you think that you could forgive her in memory of all the good times you had."

It was my turn to pause. It didn't bother me one way of the other.

"Well I suppose I could, it isn't as if it matters to me one way or the other if I forgive her. If it makes her feel good then that's OK. She can get back to Eddies loving attention. It's not as if I have much of a future."

"Oh come on," Cath snapped. "What do you mean by that."

"Get real Cath, I've got one arm, one testicle, a scarred face and various lumps gouged out of my body. What sort of woman is going to be interested in a mess like me?"

"I would," came a small voice from behind the oak tree. Snooks came into view. Her face was wet with tears. She fell to her knees and buried her face in my lap.

"I would take you no matter what you were like," she sobbed. "I love you so much and I can never tell you how sorry I am."

I looked at Cath.

"You set me up," I said.

She smiled. "Yes I did. You both needed to know how each of you felt and this was the only way to do it. Now I'll leave you to talk and sort things out."

"No!" I gasped as I pushed Snooks away. "I can't do this."

Snooks sat on the grass, sobbing. Cath flashed an angry look at me.

"You have to talk sometime. This has to be sorted out."

"Have you split up with Eddie, Bathsheba?" I asked.

"Err... no I haven't she sobbed."

"Well I think you should do so if you want to talk to me. I think you should tell him what you've found out and tell him what you think of his lies. I will not talk with you until Eddie is out of the picture."

For the next few days my only visitors were mum and dad. I soon came to the conclusion that Snooks hadn't broken up with her fuck chum and that neither her nor Cath saw much point in visiting. I was feeling pretty low one evening as I sat in the garden in the twilight.

"Are you alright?"

The sound of nurse Elliot's voice broke my reverie.

"Not really," I replied. "I really couldn't raise the energy to lie anymore."

She sat down beside me.

"Spill the beans then."

I told her everything. She nodded sadly as I explained the situation with Snooks.

"Can I tell you about me?" she asked as I finished my tale of woe.

I nodded. "Please, if you feel you can."

"James, I haven't told anyone what I'm going tell you now," she began. "Nursing has been my life, I'd never had the time or the need to find a boyfriend other than the occasional date to the cinema or the pub. Nothing serious. It wasn't that I didn't like boys but I was intent on being a nurse and to be honest I'm a little shy when it comes to men."

"Two years ago I met John Walters, a twenty two year old fighter pilot. Johnnie rocked my world. He was handsome, charming, the sweetest man you could meet. I fell totally in love with him and him with me. I thought my life was complete when he asked me to marry him."

"A week before the date of our wedding he was shot down and killed. It was as though my heart had been ripped from me. I lost the only thing which made sense of my life."

Nurse Elliot paused and sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. I put my hand on hers and she smiled her thanks.

"We had both agreed that sex would wait until our wedding day," she continued. "We both wanted that first time to be special. We had kissed and cuddled but nothing more. Now I realise that I will never feel Johnnie hold my breast or feel him enter my body or feel the pulsing as he fills me with his sperm. All I have is regret. If only we had not waited until the wedding then I would have known him fully. Instead all I have are regrets and thoughts of "what if"

A sudden thought crossed my mind.

"The other night when you gave me a bath, did you not do the same for Johnnie?"

"No, James, you were the first man I have ever tasted. Your need was real and I did what I had to."

I squeezed her hand.

"You really are an angel," I told her. "It appears I have more to thank you for than I thought."

"James, don't allow regrets to steal your life. If you love Snooks then you must find a way to follow your heart. Don't let a misunderstanding destroy your life. Do you want to grow old regretting your inability to forgive her? Take it from me, regrets are painful and they never go away."

I looked at her face, so pale and sad, her tears dripping off her chin. Her sadness ripped through me and suddenly set my own angst and anger in perspective. Compared to her courage I was behaving like a spoiled child. She was, of course, absolutely right."

"May I call you Susan," I asked. Hospital protocol strictly forbade the use of nurses' first names.

"Of course you can," she replied.

"Susan, you've done more for me than anyone could possibly expect and I'll always be grateful for that."

She shook her head in denial and began to speak.

I interrupted.

"No, it's true and what you've said makes so much sense. I'll do what you ask on one condition."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Let me kiss you tears away."

With a sweet smile she leant forward and brought her face to mine.

Two days later I had a visit from Cath. We settled down in a warm corner of the garden.

"How are you and junior?" I asked.

Her belly was now insanely big and I guessed life was getting uncomfortable for her.

"He's ready for the world," she smiled. "All he seems to do is push. If he pushes up I get indigestion, if he pushes down, I have to pee."

"Isn't Snooks with you?"

"Yes but I wanted a word with you alone first. Snooks is a real mess at the moment and I want you to promise that you'll hear her out."

I nodded in agreement. Susan had changed my way of thinking.

"Jimmy, Snooks is in a terrible state," Cath told me. "She's wracked with guilt both over what she did to you and your injuries. She somehow feels responsible for what happened to you."

"That's crazy, it was my choice to help move the train. Snooks had nothing to do with it."

"I know that," Cath sighed, "but Snooks is barely rational at the moment. She thinks that she is the cause of everything that has gone bad. One way or the other you have to resolve matters today."

I smiled at Cath. "I know what I want to do," I replied and went on to explain what Susan had told me.

The simple fact was that I wanted Snooks back.

"Oh good," Cath replied. "Whatever you do, be careful how you say things to Snooks. Don't let her think that you're doing her a favour by forgiving her."

"Hello Jimmy," Snooks' voice interrupted us."

She looked a mess. Her face was drawn, she had bags under her eyes and she looked as though she had lost weight.

"Come sit down," I told her with a warm smile.

She sat opposite me.

"I've broken up with Eddie," she began, her voice quavering. "I need you to believe me that nothing happened with Eddie and that I regret everything that has happened."

"Can you tell me what did happen between you and Eddie," I asked.

Snooks looked at Cath with a look of embarrassed uncertainty.

"Tell Jimmy everything," Cath said.

Her initial reply was punctuated by sobs but gradually she calmed down.

"Eddie came to me one day and told me that he had seen you going out with a girl. You had been seen in pubs, the cinema and at the dance hall. He told me that she was your landlady's daughter and that he had seen you cuddling and kissing."

She paused to blow her nose.

"One evening I went to Soham with Eddie and we saw you in the pub and later dancing. You were having a great time."

"Did you see me hugging and kissing Cath?" I asked.

"No," Snooks replied after a moment.

"Did you see us do anything which would suggest that we had an intimate relationship?"

Snooks paused for a long moment.

"N... no, nothing."

Snooks was beginning to get distressed again and Cath intervened.

"Quiet James, let her finish," she snapped.

"Eddie started asking me to go out with him. I didn't really like him that much but I was angry and I wanted to get even."

"He's a horrible man," she added after a moment. "He was always trying to have sex with me. Pawing at my breasts, and trying to put his hand up my skirt."

"And did you have sex with him?" I asked, not particularly kindly.

Snooks looked at me in horror.

"Don't you know by now? I once told you that I only wanted to have sex once I was married. That hasn't changed."

"Jimmy, Eddie told you I had a birth mark in my groin, is that right?" Snooks asked.

I nodded.

Blushing furiously she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down. 

"Where is it?" she asked.

There was no birth mark as far as I could see.

"Look carefully, can you see it?" she asked, her voice becoming agitated.

All I could see was her smooth, pale lower belly, the top of her blond pubic bush and two flawless groins – no birth mark.

"There is no birth mark," I told her.

Snooks covered herself up.

"What more do I need to do to prove myself to you," she sobbed, tears pouring down her face. "Do you want to check that my hymen is still there?"

The girl was rocking backwards and forwards, her hands between her knees. I had this nasty feeling that she was about to blow a fuse.

"Stop Snooks," I told her, putting my hand on hers. "I believe you completely."

She gave a wail and buried her face in the crook of my neck, sobbing her eyes out.

"Thankyou, thankyou," she repeated.

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"So where do we go from here?" Snooks asked.

She had regained her composure and the three of us were enjoying a cup of tea in the garden. Susan had just finished her shift and joined us.

"Well, for what it's worth, I still love you," I told her. "But do you really want a man who's got bits blown off him and hasn't got the brains to keep a girlfriend."

"It wasn't your fault," Snooks replied. "I should of trusted you."

"Wrong on both counts," Cath intervened. "You both acted like idiots and you thoroughly deserve each other.

"Remember what I told you," Susan added with a wistful smile. "No regrets."

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With my wounds pretty well healed, I enjoyed the last few weeks before I was due to be released from hospital. That was until the tranquillity of my existence was disrupted by the arrival of two gentlemen in suits.

Susan came over two me and announced that I had visitors waiting in the chief administrator's office.

"Goodday Mr Feest, my name is James Mortimer, the chairman of the London and North Eastern Railway Company," a florid man announced as he seized my hand firmly.

"I'm pleased to meet you sir," I managed to reply.

"No Mr Feest, the pleasure is all mine," he replied.

The other man introduced himself as Mr Evans, a senior civil servant in the cabinet office.

"The government are extremely impressed by your courage and are grateful for what you did prior to the explosion at Soham station," Mr Evans began. "Because of your efforts, lives were saved and the main line protected. I am proud to inform you that it is the government's decision that you be awarded the George Medal."

"Just a moment please," I interrupted. "It was the train crew who made the sacrifice. They deserve recognition, not me."

Mr Evans nodded in acknowledgement. "We recognise that fact. The driver and fireman have been awarded the George Cross, in recognition of their sacrifice. Your award is lesser than theirs but quite appropriate and justified."

"I would like to consult someone before deciding," I replied. "Could I have 10 minutes please?"

"I don't see why not. I think another cup of tea is in order," Mr Evans said.

"What do you think?" I asked Charlie once I had told him about the medal.

"Damned good drills, take it without a second thought," he told me.

"Why?" I asked.

"First of all you deserve it. Secondly, everyone deserves it. Medals are good for morale. It makes the people feel good to see the brave get rewarded, it helps them see what ordinary people can do. No, it's an all round good thing."

"Hey chaps, do you think this fool should take a gong?" he called out to the others in the room.

"What gong?" someone called out.

"George Medal," Charlie replied.

The shout of affirmation was overwhelming. I had my answer.

"I will be honoured to accept the medal," I told Mr Evans on my return.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"The company is extremely grateful what all you have done, Mr Feest," Mr Mortimer told me. "From all I have heard you are both a brave and an intelligent employee. I recognise that your injuries will have some effect you the work job you had and we needed to consider that carefully. You are a valued employee and we have no desire to lose your services. Bearing this in mind and recognising the supreme sacrifice you made for the company, I want you to take up a senior post in our headquarters in Cambridge."

"What would I be doing sir?" I asked, hardly capable of speaking.

" We have a major program in place developing our operating schedules and we require top quality personnel to undertake it. We think this work would suit your abilities admirably."

"I was both delighted and honoured, this was a real job.

"When will I start?" I asked.

"In a year," Mr Mortimer replied. "I want you to spend 12 months recovering fully and observing the operation of the stations in this area. I want you to become an expert on logistics and scheduling and this can only be seen by working at the stations."

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The day finally came that I was released from hospital and I moved back home to my mother's care. While I missed everyone from the hospital, it was good to get away from the all pervading smell of antiseptic. Snooks and I began seeing each other every day and the process of spiritual healing continued.

Once I had cleared the psychological barrier of accepting Snooks back I found it easy to slip back into the close relationship we previously had. After two weeks I proposed.

"Snooks, what would you say if a one armed and rather chewed up man asked you to marry him?" I asked on quiet evening as we say on the village green.

"YESSS!" she screamed as she threw her arms around me. "Yes... Yes... Yes..."

"You need to understand that the accident might have affected my ability to have children," I warned Snooks. "There is no certainty that I can produce children."

"Oh that's alright," Snooks smiled. "I'm sure everything will be fine."

"There's one other thing," I added. "I want all the guys at the hospital to come."




No Regrets



Alex looked thinner than usual. Paler too. In the three years we had been friends, I had never seen him look so ill. 

He was always a skinny one, but he was big on nutrition and kept a healthy vegetarian diet. And now I could see his bones, his hip bones suspending his now loose jeans around his body. 

I hadn't seen him in the studio all week either. No calls, no texts, nothing. We always kept in touch. And why would he disappear for a week without even dropping a hint at where he might be going?

Needless to say, I had a lot of questions to ask.

"So where has my good ol' Alex been? I was starting to miss my partner in crime." I said, cradling my coffee cup, leaning against an old amplifier.

"Vacation. Spur of the moment thing. Went to Boston." he said distractedly, making no eye contact while his pale hands fiddled with some knobs on the soundboard.

"Right on..." I said, trailing off, knowing when Alex wanted to be left alone. "Well, I have a session booked with a band in a few. I should probably head downstairs. Meet me at that cafe around the block after work? We should catch up."

I only got a grumble in reply.

"Okay, see you then Alex."

"Later, Noah."

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I met Alex in my junior year of college. He worked in the recording studio in which I held an internship. We were fast friends. He was always the sunny type, always cheerful, silver lining and all that: the perfect balance to my usual jaded sarcasm. We had the same taste in music, movies, drinks, pretty much anything. And anything is all we could talk about. There were no secrets between us.

Well, maybe that last one is a little less true. No matter how much I wanted to, I had never come out to Alex. It's not that I thought he would think any less of me. I knew he wouldn't. Hell, we even went to a gay bar together with one of his ex-girlfriends. I just didn't want to come out fully if I couldn't be with Alex. Yeah, I was hung up. And for good reason: Alex was perfect. He was beautiful. His short dark brown hair that always looked like he just rolled out of bed, no matter how many times he combed it, his giant luminous green eyes with those long, gorgeous lashes, his full lips, always surrounded by an expanse of five-o'clock shadow: Alex is nothing short of gorgeous. He was the only one I wanted, the only one I lusted after, the only one I loved. Imagine how hard it is to keep all that under wraps when you're getting plastered with your drinking buddy.

It's so difficult to hide, one night, I let myself slip. 

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We were out at a bar, celebrating god knows what: a birth, a death, a wedding, a Tuesday night. It didn't matter. We were going to get drunk anyway. Seated in our usual booth, side by side, I was just beginning to get a little tipsy, but Alex was definitely ahead of me when he began talking about Michelle, his ex. 

"She was great and everything, I'm just glad that's over. She was so... clingy! Too emotionally taxing, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know the feeling," I replied, not knowing the feeling.

"Do you?" Alex replied, cocking his head, and slurring his words slightly. A quizzical look slowly spread across his face and into his eyes. Those bright, emerald-green eyes.

"What are you talking about, Alex?"

"I just mean. You know. I've know you for like, what, two years now? And you've never once told me about a girl. No girlfriends, no one-night stands. Nothing."

"Well, I don't kiss and tell." I said, leaning against the wall in the corner of the booth, wishing it would swallow me whole.

"You must be one hell of a kisser then," Alex replied, cracking a smile and leaning in extraordinarily close to my face, rum and cokes dripping from his breath. 

He wasn't really making much sense, but all I could focus on was the closing distance between our faces. Maybe I thought he was joking, maybe in my heart of hearts I hoped he was for real, but I will never know the reason for what I said next.

"Care to find out?"

I laughed coyly, batting my lashes like a smitten cartoon character. Alex stopped smiling. 

Then he got closer.

His lips hovered barely an inch above mine, and unable to control myself, I closed the gap.

I kissed his bottom lip gently, then very slowly, I ran my tongue along its edge: a simple, seductive kiss. Alex closed his eyes as he opened his mouth, letting out a soft moan, as he leaned back into his seat. 

"You weren't kidding then..." Alex said, eyes still closed, head tilted back. I held my breath. "Well, I should be going," he said with a sigh, "We both have work in the morning, and I already know I'm going to have a wicked hangover. I'll go get a cab. See you tomorrow, Noah." 

And that was that. We never talked about that night again. I didn't know if he couldn't remember the kiss, or didn't want to, but I know I sure as hell didn't want to bring it up. 

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So there I was, in the basement studio with a friend's band, checking my watch at least every five minutes, and rushing through our session. My anxiousness to see Alex allowed me to endure several dirty looks and one frustrated drummer. 

I was able to duck out a few minutes early, so I hurried out the basement exit and around to the coffee shop opposite the alleyway. As I approached the front door, I was surprised to see Alex already seated at a table beside the large window, looking out on the city. He looked frail.

I entered the coffee shop, and rounded his table, sitting directly across from him.

"Hey man, you alright?"

"Mmmph," was all I got in reply.

"Have you ordered a coffee or anything yet?" He shook his head. "Oh, well, my treat then, I'll get you a cup." 

I pulled a waitress aside, and she brought us two cups of piping hot black coffee. Just the way we liked it. I held my mug between my hands, warming them, and watched as Alex slowly did the same. He brought his cup to his nose to take a whiff and suddenly began to gag.

"Jesus, Alex. You don't need to be out right now. Come on, stay at my place tonight. I'll take you to a doc-in-a-box tomorrow."

"No, fuck that." he said, with the most conviction I'd seen in him all day. "I don't need a doctor. I'll be fine."

"Well, at least crash at my apartment tonight. It's closer to here than yours is. You're not getting on the subway like this. Besides, you need someone there to make sure you're okay. You're not in the best shape right now..."

"Okay, okay, whatever. I just need to get to sleep and get warm. I don't care where."

"My place it is."

We walked the two blocks over to my apartment, his arm around my shoulders to distribute the weight. When we finally entered my place, I walked him over to my couch where he fully collapsed. I brought out a couple of blankets from the linen closet and laid them across the quivering mass of skin and bone that was Alex. I sat on the coffee table across from him, my head resting in my hands. 

"What the hell happened to you, Alex?" I whispered, almost inaudibly, shaking my head. 

"We can talk in the morning. Sleepy now." and Alex shut his eyes for the night.

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I spent a long, restless night in my living room chair. I tossed and turned, unable to think of anything but Alex. Eventually, I gave up and spent my night observing my patient. I watched the steady rise and fall of his body as he slept on his side. Every few minutes, he was struck by a chill that caused his entire body to tremble. I wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him on that couch and warm him up. 

As the sun rose and peeked through the curtains, I decided that I would make us breakfast.

I got to work in my little kitchen. I made food that would be easy on the stomach. Whole wheat waffles, no butter and a big pot of green tea. I heard something stir in the living room, so I put the food on a tray and brought it out to the waking Alex. He needed a good meal in him. 

Alex sat up groggily, only vaguely aware of his surroundings. I set down the tray on the coffee table. "Eat up. Let's see if you can keep this down." He glanced over at the tray of warm waffles, paused, and suddenly began to dry heave again. I ran the tray back to the kitchen counter then immediately seated myself beside Alex.

"What's wrong with you Alex? Are you sick? Did something happen to you last week? What?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Like fuck, you're fine! Stop saying that, stop avoiding me. I know you weren't in Boston for a week. I know you well enough to tell when you lie. You know that. And now look a you.. You're skinny as a rail and you look like you haven't seen the sun in years! Just tell me what's wrong, Alex."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth. So I guess I'll just stick with 'I'm fine.'"

"Try me," I said, staring straight into his eyes. "You can tell me anything. I know what you look like when you're lying, so I trust you to tell the truth. I just want to help you."

"Fine. But if you don't want to talk to me after this, I'll understand. I might be losing my best friend, but I don't want you to think I don't care enough to tell you." He punctuated this with a feeble cough. I took his hand as my concern for him deepened. 

"Last Wednesday, I was cleaning out my apartment. I had gathered all the trash bags, and went to put them out in the alley dumpster behind my building. I had thrown the last bag in, when I heard some footsteps behind me. Definitely more than one person. I turned to see who it was, and noticed it was a group of guys who always hung out in front of the next building down the block. Skinhead kids. I remember looking down and seeing razor blades sticking out the front of the biggest one's boots. I remember one kid laughing, his face full of joy as the biggest one took me down. I remember seeing the blood on the ground, my blood on the ground as one of them called me a faggot. Then they were gone. The world went silent, and I could only see in tunnelvision and the dark edges were creeping in. I'm pretty sure I died that night, Noah." Alex paused and stared down at his feet, his hand resting on his temple.

"The next thing I was aware of, I was in my apartment, on my bed. I was cold. Really cold. I glanced around the room and I saw a tall man standing at the foot of my bed. Something about this man made me calm. His clothing was ripped and stained with blood. Somehow, I could tell that some of it was mine, but I felt relaxed. Slowly, over the course of the day, he told me what had happened to me, and what I'd become. I did die in that alley. So did those skinhead fucks. But I was the only one who came back. That man, Luca, gave me my life back. He took some of the blood that had spilled from me, and as I faded, he gave me his in return. And now I'm alive, well, sort of. I guess it's like I have a price to pay for being alive... Luca told me how my life works now. I can only survive if I drink the blood of the living. I'm.. well.. basically, a vampire." He glanced up to gauge my reaction. I sat, mouth slightly open in wonder. I must have looked a fool, but I knew he wasn't lying. This was real. This really happened. 

"Don't go grabbing your garlic and crucifixes, all that is bullshit," he added, cracking a weak smile. The first smile I'd seen from him in a while.
 "So, I guess this explains why you don't like my cooking," I offered in return. "And I'm guessing you haven't... eaten yet." I added, as my smile faded. My fingers traced the prominent bones in his wrist. 

"No," Alex hung his head. "I honestly don't know what to do, Noah. I'm a vegetarian. I couldn't kill an animal, much less a human. I'd much rather put an end to my measly half-life than a hundred others. Even if that means starving." Tears welled up in his piercing green gaze. 

I leaned forward and took his face in my hands, his pale skin so cool to the touch. "I hope I'm not just thinking out loud here, but... couldn't you just take my blood. Not enough to kill me, but enough to keep you alive. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you and I could have stopped it." Tears streamed down my face with these last words, unable to hold them back any longer. 

Alex looked away. "Luca told me that was an option but..."

"But what?"

"He told me, if there were.. strong feelings," he spoke, clearly choosing his words carefully, "between a vampire and a mortal, the first time feeding from them would likely be the last. The vampire could lose control... I could lose control with you."

Whatever I was about to say got stuck in my throat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I looked into his eyes and I knew. "After that night at the bar, that kiss, I knew..." Alex started. 

"I didn't think you remembered that. Or you wanted to. I thought you were just too drunk. You wouldn't want me when you were sober..." The tears were welling up in earnest now. 

"How could I forget that night? Those lips... And of course I want you sober! I want you all the time. It's you, every day. You're all that I want, Noah. And it's taken every ounce of self control in me not to kiss you again. It's been months that I've wanted you, Noah."

"It's been about three years for me," I admitted, laughing softly through the ebbing flow of tears. "Why didn't you tell me? Alex, I've waited to hear this for so long."

"I didn't know if you would feel the same. You were pretty drunk that night too. I thought I cornered you. I didn't want to hurt you by bringing it up if you didn't feel the same. And I sure as hell don't want to hurt you now... I think I should go. I'm getting weaker; losing control." He lifted his head, and I could see two long ivory fangs extend over his bottom lip. The way he looked at me, I could see the fear in his eyes. Fear that he could hurt me. But I knew I could trust him.

"Alex," I said, moving closer and holding his hand in mine, "I know you can do it. I trust you. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help you. I couldn't live with myself if I had to live with myself and without you." With that, I leaned in and rested my forehead on his shoulder, stretching my neck in front of his face. He inhaled, bringing in my scent, the scent of my blood, and whimpered. I closed my eyes, waiting, shivering from the chill of his skin. 

Suddenly, his whimpers turned into a deep rumbling growl. I lifted my head from his shoulder, and he grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me back on the couch. He crawled on top of me, pressing his full weight- or what was left of it- against me. He ground his hips against mine, making sure I could feel his arousal. It was definitely hard to miss, and I know he could feel my response. His face hovered above mine as he stared into me with those piercing eyes. 

"Want you, Noah."

"Then take me."

"No regrets?", he questioned, his fangs accentuating the 's'. 

"None."

I tilted my head as he buried his face in my neck, softly nuzzling my jawline, and breathing soft warm puffs of air across my neck and shoulder. He slowly extended his tongue and traced an imaginary line from my collarbone to just below my ear, warming my flesh, tasting it. He absorbed my heat and I could feel the chill escape from his skin. His fingers came to rest at my hip bones, just beneath his, gently brushing up and down my sides- teasing me- as he removed my shirt. His head never left the crook of my neck until I reached up and pulled his bothersome t-shirt over his head. I put my hands on his back, fingers grazing the notches in his spine, and pulled him down harder against me as I flipped him over so I was straddling his hips. 

"Can we just get rid of these?" I panted, fingers fumbling with the button fly of Alex's now baggy skinny jeans. 

"Here," Alex lifted his hips as I yanked his jeans down his legs, taking his boxer-briefs down with them. 

I inhaled deeply, appreciating his length, and immediately feeling slightly ashamed of my average seven inches. I leaned down over him, planting small, sweet kisses on his chest. I paused at each nipple, slowly taking each one into my mouth, tracing the outline with my tongue. With each flick of the tongue or scrape of my teeth, I could hear him panting my name. "Noah... NOAH.... Don't stop..." I felt his fingernails grazing my back become sharper, digging into my flesh. I relished in the feeling as he drew blood. My senses became heightened by his newly formed claws. 

I stopped for a moment, lifting myself off and removing my increasingly uncomfortable trousers. I stood in front of him, slowly stroking my newly freed cock. I'll be the first to admit it, I was definitely teasing him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel him inside me. I watched as Alex watched me, eyes glazing over, hand stroking his slick length, licking, then biting those gorgeous lips. I had to kiss those lips again.

I tilted my head back and moaned softly, closing my eyes. I had him.

"Fuck!" Alex shouted in frustration, leaping up from the sofa and throwing me down on my back in his place. He was stronger than I remember. 

Alex sat on his knees between my legs. "You done this before?" he whispered in a husky growl. "No. You?" I panted in return.

I never got my reply.

Alex just quickly inserted a long, clawed digit into his mouth, coating it with saliva, and put his and between my legs.

"Let's make this easier."

I felt his claw retract as his finger reached my entrance. I gasped and writhed, calling out his name as he suddenly introduced his entire finger into my body. The feeling of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, yet I knew I wanted more. I told him so. We never broke eye contact as he stared into me hungrily and added a second finger, then a third. That's when I screamed. Neighbors be damned. 

Alex continued to stroke his fingers inside me as I moved my hips, fucking his hand in return. He lowered his head, eyes still locked on mine, and licked his way from the base to the tip of my cock. By this point I might as well have been speaking in tongues. I was so close.

"Alex... I... I'm..."

Alex lifted his head and took me completely into his throat. His soft plump lips closed around the base of my cock as his throat contracted around my length. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, partly to enhance the pleasure he was giving, partly to express the pleasure he received. I reached my hand down, fingers intertwining in his shag of dark hair, legs writhing, chest heaving, screaming his name as I came into his throat. He swallowed me completely and devoured every drop of my cum in the process. 

He crawled up my chest, our cocks sliding up against each other. He was hard as a fucking rock, and I was rebounding. His fingers slipped out of me and suddenly I felt empty. I needed more. He kissed me with every ounce of his strength, making sure I could taste myself on him. 

In the passion our kiss, a fang scratched across my lower lip. Alex lifted his head, panic briefly striking his face. He furrowed his brow, panting heavily as I watched his long tongue lick a tiny red droplet from his stark white fang. 

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he closed his eyes. His head lolled back his shoulders. 

Suddenly his eyes opened wide. They looked different, almost cloudy. He sat up, straddling my hips once more and shimmied his way down, resting between my legs. 

I should have been scared. I'd never seen him look like this before. And he had just told me he was a... vampire. It feels so weird to say it. But it was almost as if I could feel him in my head. He was telling me not to worry, telling me how much he wanted me, telling me he loved me. Maybe I just wanted to believe this, but there was no way I was going to stop him. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I would let him do it.




No Regrets



"Fuck me, Alex. I want you. Fuck me!" I began chanting, spreading my legs for him, the wait driving me insane with want.

"Relax, relax," Alex whispered, his eyes mirroring my desperation. His fingers with his long, sharp nails brushed up and down my sides, soothing me. 

He placed his cock at my entrance, his glistening head pressing against me. 

He quickly spit in his palm and began stroking himself. 

"This will hurt," he reminded me.

"You promise?" I replied, a sly smile forming on my lips. 

I could tell he was pleasantly surprised as the hunger and lust built up behind his eyes. 

Suddenly the pressure increased between my legs as he braced himself, hands grasping my thighs. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back, helping his entry.

I could feel him inside me. The intense pain helped heighten the incredible pleasure Alex was giving to me. I let out a loud groan, and begged for more. I dug my heels into his back as Alex gave a powerful thrust of his hips, and forced his entire length inside me.

I screamed, calling out his name as I arched my back. "I want you to fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard!" I panted, my hips undulating against him, grinding my ass around his thick cock.

Alex moved his hands up from my thighs to my hips as he slowly began moving. Feeling his hesitation, and his desire not to harm me, I helped him along, thrusting back at him, forcing him to increase his speed. "You can fuck me hard if you want to. You don't have to wait for me. I'm yours. Take me."

With that, Alex shifted gears. He began pulling back slowly, only to snap his hips forward almost violently. "So tight... Want you..." he repeated between his shuddering breaths. His hands roamed all over, stroking my body. 

He then leaned over me, changing his angle, and put his arms on either side of my head so he could see into my eyes. Now with every stroke, he pushed his cock across that bundle of nerves deep inside me. I inhaled sharply, my head snapping backward, as my ass tightened around Alex. I looked up into his eyes and knew he was close. He thrust sharply once, twice, and on the third stroke I could feel him come. His hot seed spilled inside me and served as a lubricant for Alex who showed no signs of flagging. 

"Stop me now, Noah. Stop me now or I won't be able to..."

"Do it! Fuck.. Just do it!" I screamed, continuing my desperate grind against his still hard cock. 

Alex leaned down, his face just inches from mine, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you. I'm sorry," he whispered. 

I saw his eyes go from cloudy to completely white as me moved from my mouth and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hot tongue licked all the way from just under my ear to my shoulder. 

"Alex.. ohhh," I moaned, as he continued to thrust into me. I was close. Too close.

Then suddenly, I felt a white hot flash of pain, followed by an almost indescribable pleasure. I exploded in an orgasm so intense, my vision blurred. My cum coated our stomachs as they continued to slide against each other. I tried to gather what had happened to me, but part of me already knew.

I could feel Alex's fangs embedded in my neck, and I watched his throat move as he swallowed mouthfuls of my own blood. I felt myself getting weaker. I reached up, and stroked his hair, smiling in the afterglow of my orgasm, as I lost consciousness.

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I awoke feeling weak and sore. I glanced around and discovered it was dark outside. I was in my bed and l was naked. I smelled the scent of soap and realized it was coming from me. When did I take a shower?

I reached a hand up and rubbed my sore neck, and everything came flooding back to me. The morning, Alex, his story, then... us. I traced a figure-eight around the two small puncture marks he had left on me. They had already healed. 

I then realized there was a warm presence beside me. I rolled over to see Alex, in a soft slumber, his pale cheeks flushed. I snuggled up next to him and wrapped my arms around his chest, holding him tight. I felt him shift as he kissed my cheek. 

"Are you alright, baby?" he asked as he pulled me close in return.

"Never better."

Alex pushed himself back, looking me in the eyes, "I was so worried I had taken too much. I didn't even want to in the first place, but you... You were just so... delicious." he smirked, kissing me on the nose. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Shhh, Shhhhh. Don't be sorry. I'm fine. And you were dying in front of me! I couldn't let you go on like that. Plus, I kind of enjoyed it, the whole biting thing. It felt... good. Better than good!"

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. I heard this gets easier after the first time. It'll be easier for me to control. It's good to know I have a willing snack around too." he added, a sly grin stretching across his face.

I punched him in the shoulder playfully, "I'd better be more than some tasty little midnight snack!"

"Don't worry, baby. You're the main course. Always."

I pulled myself closer to him, wrapping my legs around him and resting my head in the crook of his neck. "I love you, Alex."

"Love you too, Noah."

"No regrets?"

He lightly nipped at my shoulder then whispered lightly into my ear, "None." 



No Regrets



"AHH!! OHH!!"

I yelped as I felt something cold moving inside my t-shirt, shocking me awake. Jumping straight out of the deck chair, I felt the chill slide down my chest, drop into my baggy shorts and nestle right next to my nut sack.

"OOOH!! SHIT!!"

Landing on my feet with a thud, I danced wildly around our backyard patio, frantically shaking one leg, and then the other. With the last shake, I saw an ice cube dislodge itself from my boxers, pop out the bottom of my shorts and skitter across the sun-drenched wood floor of the patio. On the table next to my chair, I could see that my glass of lemonade was missing exactly one ice cube.

"I'm sorry, Michael, I couldn't resist."

In front of me, shaking with laughter, was Mrs. Martini, our next-door neighbor, my best friend's mom, and Grade A MILF. Her petite frame was doubled over as she giggled uncontrollably, and her mane of curly black hair spilled over her shoulders as she quivered in amusement. Finally, she managed to compose herself, giving me a warm smile as she shook her head at me.

"You should try those moves out on a dance floor," Mrs. Martini said, still beaming at me. Mrs. Martini's smile was perhaps her most attractive feature, and that was high praise, considering the many other facets of her beauty. She stood about 5' 4", and although her college cheerleading days were almost 20 years in the past, she still retained the trim figure and the effervescent personality of a pep squad leader. Her dark brown eyes twinkled, and although she was 40 years old, the only clue to her real age were the tiny wrinkles that formed at the corner of her eyes when she smiled, which was a lot. Otherwise, you'd swear she was 10 years younger. 

"Ha, ha very funny, Mrs. Martini," I sputtered, straightening up. I stuck my tongue out at her in mock annoyance, and Mrs. Martini stuck hers out right back. Her tongue was wrapped in the red buds of her lips, which she pursed at me with theatrical effect. Then she narrowed her eyes at me and wagged a scolding finger.

"I've told you, you're not a kid, you're 18 years old, in college and an adult. You don't have to call me Mrs. Martini." She moved her lips into a pout, and my heart fluttered. "Besides," she added, "it makes me feel old."

"OK, OK. Judy."

Judy's face brightened. "Oooh, much better," she cooed in delight. She motioned to the quiet house behind me. "I tried the doorbell, but no one answered. Are you the only one home?"

"Dad's at work and Mom's out for the afternoon. I had classes this morning, but I'm done for the day. I came home to do some reading, but obviously, it wasn't very interesting...if it wasn't for that ice cube, I'd have slept till they came home." Then it occurred to me that Judy was home on Wednesday at 12:30 in the afternoon. "Shouldn't you be at work?" I said teasingly. 

Judy was definitely dressed casually, in slim black Capri pants that hugged her hips and thighs, and showed off her still-supple calves, and a red polo shirt that flattered her flat stomach and pert breasts. It was easy to see why the other guys at school teased Matt about his mom being such a hottie. I never did, because I know how much it bothered Matt, and also how protective he was of her. Still, a big part of my adolescence was spent fantasizing about Judy's ass, Judy's breasts, Judy's lips...well, you get the idea.

Judy gave my arm a squeeze, and gave me a wink. Her long, black eyelashes fluttered, and she moved her head closer to mine. "It's such a beautiful Indian summer day today, maybe the last one of the year. I'm playing hooky," she murmured in a conspiratorial whisper. Then she raised her head again, laughed and gave her raven-black locks another shake. She sat down in the chair next to mine and gave me a pleading look.

"I need a favor, Michael. I'm supposed to be working from home today on a presentation. I just have to email it to the office, but the wifi at the house isn't working. I tried calling Matt on his cell phone, but he's probably off chasing girls instead of answering the phone." I could see a twinge of sadness in Judy's expressive eyes.

Matt was Judy's only child, and my best friend since the Martinis had moved in across the street five years ago, following Judy's divorce. Matt and I had graduated from high school the previous June. Matt had always been the better student, and he easily won a scholarship to a prestigious university which was four hours away, while I had to settle for Valley Community College here in town. Judy was obviously happy for Matt's success, but Mom, Dad and I could tell that sometimes it was hard on her to be all alone for the first time. As a result, we really did try to go out of our way for her and invite her over for dinner, to watch movies, or whatever. It wasn't forced; Matt and Judy felt like a part of our family, and I really adored Judy. Matt had also asked me to check in on his mom while he was away, and of course, I would do anything for Matt.

"Your IT support team is here," I said in an assured voice. "I'll have you up and playing hooky again in no time."

"Oh, Michael, you're the best!" Judy squeezed my arm again and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. "Come on over, and I'll make us some lunch." With that, she bounded out of her chair and disappeared around the corner of the house.

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I came around the back of the Martini's house, past the swimming pool, and went up the steps of the patio to the sliding glass door that led to the kitchen. Inside, Judy was at the sink washing lettuce.

"Is chicken salad sandwiches OK?"

"That sounds great, Judy. Please, don't go to any bother for me," I said. I sat down at the kitchen table, admiring the profile of Judy's breasts, hips and ass as she bent over the sink. I tried not to be obvious, but she turned her head to me, catching me in full ogle. I felt myself go red in the face, and looked away in embarrassment.

"It's no bother at all," Judy replied, smiling. She didn't seem put out at all; in fact, she bent over the sink just a little deeper, slowly and carefully rinsing off each individual leaf of lettuce. As I stole another glance, I could see she was now gently swaying her hips, her flesh undulating seductively beneath the black fabric. Her pubic mound was pressed against the counter, and as she leaned forward, her breasts swelled out over the sink. She caught me looking again, and her brown eyes twinkled in acknowledgement of my attentions.

"Holy shit," I thought. "She knows I'm looking and she likes it!"

Judy flitted about the kitchen as she fixed our lunch. Taking a few steps to her right, she got up on her toes and stretched to read the top cabinet, which was beyond her reach. 

"Michael, honey, I need that serving tray at the very top. Can you grab it for me?" 

"Sure," I said, rising from my seat. Judy didn't budge, forcing me to reach over her. She was the picture of serenity as I nervously stretched over her, trying to take the tray without touching her. Her bottom was now only an inch or so away from my awakened loins, and I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her soft neck as I reached over her and brought the tray down. I could see Judy imperceptibly push her hips back into me, and my left thigh brushed her ass. She tensed as we made contact, then sighed deeply.

"Thank you, honey," Judy said, taking the tray from my unsteady hands. She loaded the tray with sandwiches, two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. "Here, take this outside, and I'll be right down." She gave me a smile over her shoulder as she glided out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

I grabbed the tray and went poolside. The pool was the main reason Judy originally picked this house for herself and Matt; it was a beautiful in-ground job with an eight-foot deep end with a diving board. Judy said that having it made the other hassles of living in a fixer-upper bearable, and as I looked at the inviting, crystal waters, I had to agree. There was a big table under an umbrella with cushioned chairs on the right side of the patio, so I took the tray there and waited.

Judy came down after 10 minutes or so. She had changed into a white one-piece swimsuit, and wore a floral-print wrap around her bottom. She had put her hair into an updo, baring her graceful neck. The white swimsuit set off her olive skin and dark features well, and its plunging neckline afforded spectacular views of her décolletage. 

"I wanted to change into my swim stuff," Judy explained. She gave me an imploring look. "You're going to stay for a swim, right?"

"Sure, but I don't want to swim in these," I replied, pointing to my cargo shorts. "I can run home and change, though."

"Don't bother, I'm sure I can find a pair of Matt's trunks in his room. Here, let's eat."

We talked as we munched on the sandwiches. Judy peppered me with questions about school and my part-time job in the local pizza parlor.

"So how do you like Valley Community College? Do you find it different than Southside High?"

"It's only been a month, but it's good so far. It's different than high school...you're more on your own, and I like that." I felt a little self-conscious as Judy kept her eyes on me, her eyes wandering over my lanky, muscular body.

"Have you found a girlfriend yet? Have your eyes on anyone?" Judy had a mischievous smile. "You can tell me, I promise I won't tell your mom."

I laughed and shook my head. "Not yet. It's a big place and I don't know a lot of people yet." I decided to tease Judy back. "How about you? Are you going to become a woman about town now that Matt's out of the house?"

Now it was Judy's turn to laugh. "I don't know. I really should...I get so lonely sometimes, but it's been so long, I think I've forgotten how to go about it. We'll see." I could see the sadness cloud her eyes again, and I felt bad about bringing it up.

"A beautiful woman like you should have no problem finding the right guy," I countered.

"You're sweet, but I'm feeling past my prime." She absentmindedly poked her fork at the potato salad on her plate.

"You're crazy. A man would be lucky to land a hottie like you." The emphatic way I said it made Judy perk up.

"A hottie?" Judy bit her lower lip and smiled. "You do know how to make a woman feel good, you snakecharmer, you." She winked at me and raised her glass of iced tea in a toast. "To our romantic success."

I clinked my glass against hers. "To our romantic success," I repeated.

The conversation paused for a moment. "Well, that was delicious," I said. "Why don't I take a look at your wifi problem, and then we can go for that swim."

* * * * * * *

I sat down in front of the PC in the family room, where the wifi router was connected. After checking the obvious stuff, it seemed that all I was going to have to do was refresh the settings and it would be up and running again. "Ten minutes of work," I thought to myself, "and I get to see Judy in a swimsuit!"

Judy came up behind my chair, and put a hand on my shoulder. "Oh my goodness," she cried. "You're so muscular now! What happened to that scrawny string bean of a kid who used to skateboard up and down the driveway?" She ran both her hands over the tops of my shoulders. "You sure you don't have a girlfriend yet?"

"I'm positive." I continued tapping at the keyboard, trying to ignore the rising lust in my shorts.

"You need to go around with your shirt off more," she said in a kidding tone. Her hands rested lightly on both shoulders now. She leaned over my right side to see what I was doing, and I could feel her breasts start to brush lightly on my back as she swayed back and forth. Through my t-shirt, I could feel her nipples stiffen as her perfume wafted over me.

"There," I said, as I became aroused and distracted at the same time. "That should do it."

"Let's see," Judy cried as she bounded to the living room, where her laptop was. 

I stayed in my chair, afraid to betray the raging hard-on which her teasing had provoked. "Let me know if it's working," I called out. I rubbed my dick, trying to make my erection subside.

"Yay! My file just went through." Judy skipped back into the family room, and whipped off her wrap with a flourish, revealing her toned legs and flat stomach. "Let's go for a swim!"

Judy managed to find a pair of Matt's swim trunks for me to wear, and I went into the bathroom to get changed. Matt is a little smaller than me, and the fit would have been tight even without my still-prominent hard on. But Judy had me stirred my teenage hormones, and Dad's genes had blessed me with an abundant package. Thus, as I slipped into the Speedo trunks and looked in the mirror, I was horrified to see a bulging sausage straining the fabric, and threatening to pop out from under the bottom. I closed my eyes and thought about baseball, calculus, my grandmother, anything to make my hard-on go down.

"Hey, what are you doing in there?" Judy called. "The water is waiting."

I opened the bathroom door cautiously and stepped out. Maybe I could get in the water before she could see me. I hoped the pool would be on the cold side and I'd get some shrinkage.

I looked out the window, but saw no sign of Judy. Seeing my chance, I broke for the door and headed straight for the pool, diving in. I swam underwater for the length of the pool, then stroked on the surface on the way back. Crouching in the shallow end, I saw Judy come out from the house.

She had changed into a different swimsuit. While the white one was flattering, the one she had on now was unmistakably sexy. It was jet black, with a halter top and high cut sides that revealed at least half of each ass cheek. The front plunged almost to her belly button, while the scoop on the back was so low that I could see the top of her ass crack. Her hair was down now, and her dark curls tumbled over her shoulders in wild abandon.

"Do you like it?" she asked in a little-girl voice, spinning around as she modeled it for me. "I got it years ago, but never had the nerve to wear it in front of Matty."

"Umm...it's great," I stammered. I felt the blood rush to my groin, as my cock swelled even bigger than before. "Thank God I got to the pool before she did," I thought. I couldn't believe Judy was teasing me like this, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was even sexier than in my bedroom fantasies when I was 15 years old.

Judy walked up to the diving board and stepped out to the end. With perfect poise, she leapt up, jackknifed and plunged in headfirst, with barely a ripple. As she burst up from under the water, I held an imaginary scorecard over my head. "Ten-point-oh," I called out. She smiled and swam over to me.

"Am I a ten, or was it just the dive?" The water was too deep for Judy to stand, so she put a hand on each of my shoulders and clung to me. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and her mouth was poised right above mine. Instinctively, my hands went to her waist, and then wandered lower over her hips before settling on her backside. Her ass was incredible...it felt firm, like that of a much younger woman, but unlike the teenage girls I had been with till now, it felt full, like it was intended for a man to hold.

"God forgive me for what I'm about to do," I thought, as I spread my hands across her ass and pulled her into me. Judy wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the edge of the pool. She closed her eyes as our lips met in a soft kiss, then another, then another. Her mouth opened slightly, and I felt our tongues meet in a languorous swirling dance. My cock was fully erect, and the head poked over the top of my trunks. As she let herself slide lower against my body, I could feel her pussy slide across my cockhead, and she murmured in satisfaction as she ground herself against my meat.

"Mmmm...we shouldn't do this, Michael," she sighed, while she tenderly bit me across my shoulders and up my neck. 

"Christ, don't tell me she's having second thoughts now," I thought. My hormones were making me insane. Her fingers were buried in my hair now, and her hips swiveled up an down as she furiously pleasured herself against my manhood. I could feel the protruding tip of my cock disappearing into her furrow, only restrained by the sheer fabric of her swimsuit. I turned Judy around, facing the swim ladder. She grabbed the ladder with both hands and I swung in behind her, removing my trunks. I slid the length of my cock along her slit, and put my lips to her right ear.

"Let me prove to you how beautiful a woman you really are..."

Judy craned her head back, hungrily kissing me as I held her by the hips, slipping my shaft between her legs as she kept them tightly closed, the friction making her moan. Pulling the thin crotch of her swimsuit to one side, I felt her smooth pussy dance atop my cock. Judy purred, then raised her hips and spread her legs apart. As she lowered her head down, I positioned my tip outside her entrance and tightened up my hips to thrust.

"No! This is so wrong..." Judy jerked her head up, pulled her backside away from me, and shot up the swim ladder like she'd been fired from a cannon. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," she sobbed as she ran into the house and shut the door behind her. Through the open windows, I could hear Judy run up the stairs to her bedroom, and heard the slam of the door behind her. 

Naked and ashamed, I stood quietly in the pool for a moment, with no sound but for the birds in the trees and the low hum of the pool filter. I stayed there, watching the sun glisten on the water as the ripples moved outward from the swim ladder, gently lapping against my body.

* * * * * * *

Judy and I avoided each other for the next week. My parents invited her over for dinner one night, but I made up a bullshit excuse and said I had to study at the college library. When I got home, Mom said Judy had looked terrible. 

"Your father and I are going away for the day tomorrow, so we can't do anything. You should go over there and try to cheer her up," Mom told me in a concerned tone. "You're almost like a second son to her. Bring a movie over or something."

I made up another lame excuse and went upstairs to my room. I felt bad, but Judy was the one who started it. Or maybe I started by ogling her body in her kitchen that day. I stopped trying to figure it out, put my pillow over my head and tried to go to sleep.

The following day was Saturday, and Mom and Dad had left before I woke up to look at the autumn foliage, and to visit my Aunt Mary upstate. They said they'd be back on Sunday, so I had the whole day to myself. The weather was definitely getting colder now, and I thought I'd take my motorcycle out for one last ride before I had to put it away for the winter.

I was in the driveway, polishing my sportbike and getting ready to go when I saw Judy across the street. She was raking leaves, dressed in torn baggy jeans, an old sweatshirt and sneakers. Her eyes, which always seem to give her emotions away, just looked tired and sad. She looked up and saw me, and I could see that she was waiting to see whether I'd say hello, or just continue ignoring her. My head hung in shame, but I forced myself to meet her gaze.

"Hi, Mrs. Martini...I mean Judy." I walked down our driveway and crossed the street.

Judy straightened up, and gave me a weak smile. 

"Hi, Michael. I haven't seen you in a while. Wait, I have something for you."

She ducked into the garage and came out with a small bag. Inside was my shorts and t-shirt from that day at the pool. I felt the blood rise in my cheeks, and I looked at my feet.

"Judy, I'm really sorry about the other day. It got way out of control..."

"I know, it's my fault..." she interrupted, her voice trailing off. She turned her head from me, and I could see the tears begin to well up in her eyes.

She started sobbing, and I couldn't think of anything else to do but put my arms around her. She buried her head in my chest and continued weeping.




No Regrets



"I'm so lonely...all I have is Matt, and soon he'll have his own life and I'll be all alone. I'm afraid, Michael. I'm sorry. I guess I thought if I could have you that day, I'd be happy for a little while, at least."

"Look at you," I whispered, trying to settle her down. "You are a smart, funny, beautiful woman. You can have any man you want. You just have to let them get a good look at you, and you'll be beating them off with a stick. Trust me."

I didn't want to leave her in the house by herself. I promised Matt I'd look after her, and God only knew what Judy was capable of in this state. I pointed over to my bike, all bright chrome and gaudy neon striping. "How would you like to take a ride with me?" I asked. "My folks are gone, and I've got the whole day to myself. We could take the back roads up to Morneau Lake, and look at the leaves turning. How does that sound?"

"I've never ridden a motorcycle before. That sounds fun." Judy face brightened momentarily, then darkened again.

"I can't go like this," she said mournfully. "What should I wear for a motorcycle ride?"

"Whatever makes you feel good about yourself. I'm going to take you up to the burger joint overlooking Morneau Lake, and I want every guy there to see how much of a hottie you are."

"Really?" Judy asked, in a surprised, hopeful tone. "OK, let me go change, and I'll be out in a few minutes."

"I'll be right here," I replied, as I watched her go into the house. She seemed to literally bound up the steps. She turned at the door, gave me a big smile, and went inside.

* * * * * * *

I had been sitting on my bike in Judy's driveway for almost 20 minutes when she finally came out.

"I couldn't decide what to wear. What do you think?"

Judy looked like every teenage boy's fantasy. She was wearing tight low-cut leather jeans, tucked into high-heel black leather boots that ran over her calves to her knees. Over a tight-fitting white t-shirt, she had on a short motorcycle jacket. The jacket and t-shirt ended just above her pants, and I could see a ribbon of bare skin around her midriff. She hadn't touched her hair; before it looked like an unkempt mop, but now the curls that cascaded down her neck onto her shoulders looked made her look wild and wanton. I had never seen Judy look this hot before, and I tried to keep my emotions from the day at the pool in check. She spun around for me, and I admired how the shiny leather hugged her curves perfectly.

"These were the fashion rage 15 years ago," she said as she ran her hands over the smooth leather that encased her hips. "I can't believe they still fit me."

"You look amazing, like you belong in a music video! Hop on, before someone tries to steal you from me."

Judy giggled, obviously pleased by the compliment. "Oh no, Michael," she said, shaking her head at me. "You're stuck with me for the whole day." 

I helped her get her helmet on, and got her up on the bike. Wrapping both arms tightly around me, she pressed herself against my back as I popped my bike into gear. Judy squealed in delight as I gunned the throttle and rocketed us down the street.

* * * * * * *

We took the twisty back roads up to Morneau Lake, arriving there about 90 minutes later. I pulled us over at an isolated overlook, which gave a perfect vista of the lake and the mountains beyond. The foliage was at peak color, with yellow, orange and red blending into a breathtaking mosaic.

"It's absolutely perfect," Judy sighed, as we took in the view. We were alone, sitting on top of an old picnic table. Judy had edged over closer to me. She looked so sexy as she stretched her legs out and leaned back across the table. Her leather jacket was open now, and I could see how her t-shirt clung to her body, revealing her shapely breasts. Her shirt had pulled up, exposing a good two inches of bare midriff. She was driving me crazy, and I slid away from her, trying to avoid the temptation.

Judy giggled and hopped over, pressing the side of her left leg against mine. The intermingling of the scent of leather and her perfume was intoxicating. She squeezed my right arm with both hands, digging in lightly with her nails.

"I've been holding onto you for dear life with both hands for over an hour. I'd think you'd know by now that I don't bite." 

Judy leaned her head on my shoulder, and I felt her hair brush against my chest. She lifted her head and turned it to me, her face inches from mine.

"You know, I really didn't want to stop you that day at the pool. That's why I feel so terrible."

"Do you feel terrible for what we did, or for what we didn't do?" I asked.

"Both. But mostly for what we didn't do. I'm 40 years old. It's getting a little bit late for me to keep having regrets."

"Then let's not regret anything," I whispered, as I kissed her gently on the lips. Judy betrayed no shock at my boldness, and didn't back off an inch. Turning her head, Judy kissed me on the ear and held me close.

"No regrets," she whispered.

I took Judy by the hand and we walked back to the bike. We kissed again, our bodies held tight against each other. The day was beginning to fade into afternoon, and I could see the shadows lengthening. Pretty soon we'd have to head back, and I wondered if we'd really have no regrets once we got back into town.

"You hungry?" I asked. 

"Yeah! You promised me a hamburger." Judy put her arms around me, her hands sliding down my back to my ass. She gave me a squeeze, and then stole a last quick kiss before we climbed back on the bike for the Moreau Burger Bowl.

* * * * * * *

The Burger Bowl is an old-fashioned burger joint, like something out of Happy Days. It looks like a dump from the outside, but the inside is all chrome and neon, and is decorated with pictures of Elvis, Buddy Holly and James Dean. There's a jukebox that plays oldies, and they only serve five things: burgers, cheeseburgers, French fries, onion rings and fountain Coca-Cola. It's a place where everyone gets to feel young again, and I figured it might help lift Judy's funk. And it was far enough away from home that I figured there was no chance anyone we knew would see us there.

From the minute we walked in, every guy in the Bowl had his eyes glued on Judy. She just looked so positively bad-ass in her tight black leather and boots, and her whole demeanor went through a metamorphosis. The perky ex-college cheerleader had been banished, and in her place was a sultry biker babe, a man-eater with a stud half her age.

"Click...click...click..." Judy's heels telegraphed her arrival, and as she sashayed in, she did a seductive bump and grind with her hips, her lovely bottom moving like a leather-bound metronome. The act was clearly a thrill for Judy as well, as I could see her erect nipples poking from under her t-shirt. She took me by the hand and led me to a booth in the back.

We ordered a couple of cheeseburgers with fries, and as we ate, I could see all the guys stealing glances at Judy. However, she didn't seem to notice, as she kept her big brown eyes on me the whole time.

"Was today fun for you?" I asked. "I hated to see you so sad because of me. I wanted to cheer you up."

"Today was wonderful," Judy replied, as she nibbled on a French fry. She reached across the table and put her hand in mine. "And you've been wonderful, too. You're just barely a man, but you already have the key to the heart of every woman in the world." She paused and laughed. "But you probably don't even know what it is yet."

"What's that?"

Judy sighed in exasperation. "Every woman wants nothing more than to be desired by her man. Some men never learn that. You knew it naturally." She smiled. "And now I've told you, so remember it."

Judy pushed her plate away, and squeezed my hand tighter. "Prove your desire to me," she said in a firm voice. "Take me home now. No regrets." She leaned over the table and kissed me, taking my face in both hands and pulling me in like she wanted to devour me right there. She was in control, alternately taking me with her tongue and then sucking my tongue into her warm soft mouth so deeply, I swore she was stretching it out. 

By the time Judy and I came up for air, every person in the Bowl was staring at us. My face burned in embarrassment, but Judy just leaned forward, elbows on the table, her chin resting delicately on her interlaced fingers. She pursed her moist lips at me and blew a kiss, her eyes blazing with molten lust.

"Umm...I think we should go," I managed to mutter, as I slid out of the booth.

As we walked out, I wrapped an arm around Judy's waist, my hand coming to rest on her right hip, then sliding up to caress the bare skin of her midriff. Judy was in full strut as we moved toward the exit, her heels clicking in a hypnotic rhythm. Her movements now were assured and cat-like, and in her tight black leather it was easy to imagine her as a sleek black panther on the prowl. Her right hand found mine, and as we entwined our fingers, she moved my hand down her haunch until it rested firmly on the bottom of her ass. I let her taut hindquarter nestle in my hand as I savored her sensuous movement, and then I gave her a squeeze. Judy threw her head back, her hair spilling down, as she purred in arousal.

"Lucky bastard," I heard someone mutter as I held the door for her on our way out. Judy made believe she didn't hear it, but as she brushed past, I swore I could see the corners of lips curl into a tiny smile.

* * * * * * *

I raced my bike back home in the bright afternoon sunlight, Judy on the back, holding me tightly even at the stoplights. Her left hand was tight on my chest, her palm flattened over my heart, which was pounding in desire. Her right hand began to explore, first sliding down my chest, then working its way under the bottom of my zipped leather jacket. I felt her untuck the front of my t-shirt from my faded jeans, then undo the button. Working her hand under my shirt, she pressed her hand against my flat stomach, then delved down to my lower abdomen. I could feel her scratching me ever so lightly with her fingernails, teasing me. Judy was holding herself against me even more tightly now; I could feel her stomach up against the small of my back, while her breasts were warm upon my back.

We got into town, and pulled up to a major intersection. It was only minutes to home, but to our right, I could see Debbie Wheeler and Susan O'Brien, who had both graduated high school with me. They recognized my bike and me, even with my helmet on, and they both gave me a smile and a wave. Debbie raised an arched eyebrow at my backseat passenger. I waved back weakly, my heart going into my mouth as I thought of Judy behind me. But I reasoned that no one would recognize sweet Judy Martini in a helmet, sunglasses and outrageous biker leathers, so I just played it cool and prayed for the light to go green soon.

Debbie and Susan were both pretty blondes, and at different times, I had serious crushes on each of them. I was sort of friendly with both of them, but they had given me the unmistakable impression that they considered themselves out of my league as far as dating was concerned. Judy, now in full vixen mode, seemed to become a little jealous and was intent on showing these two teenyboppers that I belonged to her. Her left hand had now slipped down from my six-pack, into my crotch, and Debbie and Susan watched, mouths agape, as this mysterious woman in black leather brazenly fondled me from behind.

My dick had been at least semi-hard for most of the afternoon, but under Judy's direct attentions, I quickly sprung to full attention. My cockhead shot out from under my boxers, and my meat splayed along the top of my right thigh, straining the worn fabric of my faded Levi's. Judy's left hand came down from my chest and now firmly grasped my crotch, her middle finger massaging the split between my balls. Her right hand now traveled across the top of my thigh, pulling my jeans tight and displaying the now unmistakable silhouette of my swelling manhood to Debbie and Susan in the next lane. 

The intersection was a large one, where 16 lanes of traffic met in a four-way intersection, with the local shopping center on the left side and a big supermarket on the right. The traffic lights winked in a seemingly endless series of yellows and reds and cars in other lanes came and went, but Judy, Debbie, Susan and I didn't seem to be going anywhere soon. 

Judy was intent on giving the two girls a show. Unrelenting, she continued manhandling my open crotch, driving her hips against my ass and forcing my cock and balls deeper into her grasp. She traced her right index finger slowly along the top of my engorged shaft, down to my swollen cockhead. Gently tapping my tip three times with her blood-red painted fingernail, Judy openly flaunted my size to our two now-shocked spectators.

What had been shame for me was now turning into complete sexual provocation. I had never been so turned on in my life, as my libido was firmly wedged between Judy's jealous grasps and the shocked, and now admiring stares of Debbie and Susan. My sexual tension had built all day, and now, with the two girls in the next lane watching, I instinctively sought release.

I put both feet flat on the pavement and lifted myself off the seat. Judy immediately adjusted her grip, moving her left hand lower to firmly take my nutsack into her grasp. Her right hand rested lightly on the bare skin of my stomach, now damp with sweat. She gave my balls a powerful squeeze, and as the blood rushed from my head to my loins, cum began spilling down my thigh in hot, thick torrents. 

Judy loosened her grip on my crotch slightly and began a pulsing clench, seemingly squeezing the semen from me and causing it to spurt down my leg in insistent jets. I could feel the wetness spread across my leg, and as I looked down, I could see the dark stain spreading from the tip of my cock down to my upper knee. Looking over at the girls, Debbie's hand was on her throat, and her mouth hung open in shock. Over on the passenger side, I could see that Susan's left hand had slipped under her plaid miniskirt, while she was absent-mindedly fingering the bottom of the collar of her V-neck sweater with the other.

Reveling in her new-found sexual power, Judy taunted the two girls one last time. With her left hand, she gave my still-hard shaft a final squeeze, forcing a dollop of cum to pool on my jeans by my tip. She ran her finger along my tip, gathering my juice as electric shivers shot through my body. Releasing my balls, she rose up on the pegs, rubbing her body along my back. I could feel the warmth of Judy's sex through her leather as arched her back and pushed her soft mound against the bottom of my spine. Judy lifted her visor, and looking straight at Debbie and Susan, flicked her tongue out from between the rose buds of her lips and tasted my cum from her finger.

At that moment, the light finally changed and I popped the bike into gear and roared through the intersection. From behind us, I could hear the annoyed honks of car horns awaken Debbie and Susan from their daze. Judy burst out in a throaty laugh, her body shaking in delight as she drew me in and held me closer than ever before.

* * * * * * *

It was only a few minutes ride to our street, and everything was quiet as we rode to the end of the block. I could see that Mom and Dad were still out, and Judy's house was still as I rode up her driveway. I parked the bike in front of the garage, and we hopped off.

"Thank you for today..." Judy said. She cast her soulful eyes downward, and her voice quavered and trailed off, as if she was uncertain how to continue. The wild minx on the motorcycle was gone, and the beautiful, vulnerable woman had retaken her rightful place, unsure of how to cross this last threshold.

"It's not over, if we don't want it to be," I replied. Judy's eyes rose again and met mine. She had an expectant look, as if she was waiting for me to take the next step. I was holding her hands lightly, the delicate tips of her fingers resting in mine. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, almost drowning out my thoughts. "No regrets," I reminded myself.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Yes." Judy flung herself against me, squeezing me tight, pressing her head against my chest. "Yes, I'd like that."

* * * * * * *

I wanted to pounce upon Judy and satisfy my boiling urges right there on the living room rug. However, Judy's tender, doe-like eyes reminded me of the lesson she had imparted to me at the Bowl. I closed the front door behind us, and then pressed Judy up against it.

"I want you so badly. Let me prove that to you," I breathed softly in her ear. I slipped off Judy's leather jacket and threw it on the floor behind us. I kissed her deeply and glided my right hand down her stomach, then lower, until I was cupping her firmly between the legs. She mewled in pleasure, biting her lip as I increased the pressure and began kneading her pussy through the warm, damp leather. She arched her hips forward, urging her pussy deeper into my grasp. I leaned it to kiss her again, but she turned away and moaned urgently into my ear.

"Upstairs. Now. No regrets."

I led Judy up the stairs, which I had climbed thousands of times as a boy, playing videogames or listening to music in Matt's room. But this was different, and I felt my manhood stir as we passed Matt's room and stepped into Judy's bedroom.

Judy's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway. The autumn afternoon light was fading, and Judy lit a single candle on the dresser, which sputtered in the breeze from the open window overlooking the still waters of the swimming pool. She hesitated, watching over the candle until it finally caught.

Judy's room had a big brass bed on the opposite side of the window, flanked by an armoire and a full-length mirror. On the far end, there was a door which led to Judy's bathroom. The floor was strewn with clothes, which I guessed were the outfits Judy had tried on that morning before we left. On the nightstand were an alarm clock and a framed picture of Matt as a boy, smiling as he posed in a Little League uniform. From the corner of my eye, I could see Judy quietly turn the picture face down, and then walk toward me.

We were both sweaty from our day on the bike, but our carnal desires were our primary needs. Judy stood before me, looking lovely in the candlelight. She sat down on the bed to remove her boots and jeans, while I quickly stripped. Looking up moments later, Judy was shocked by my nakedness. The candlelight played off my body, enhancing the definition of my muscular frame. I was fully erect, my cock jutting out proudly before me.

"Michael, you're beautiful. Like a Greek statue." Judy sat on the bed, watching me. She had undressed herself save a sheer white bra and a white cotton thong. She rose and walked toward me, presenting herself to me. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and kissed her once, while my other hand reached behind her and easily unsnapped her bra strap. Her bra fell away, and I could see the luminous white globes of her breasts, each punctuated by a stiff, dark brown nipple.

"You've had practice," Judy said in a mock accusatory tone. She kissed me hard, holding the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her bare breasts felt soft and warm against my chest, and I trembled as she wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft. 

"A little," I replied, with a smirk. Sliding a finger under each side of her thong, I pulled downward, exposing her clean shaven mound.

Judy lay back on the bed, and I quickly clambered on top of her. Running my middle finger along her cleft, I could easily feel her wetness. I dropped my head between her legs, kissing and nibbling my way up her inner thigh, then further, until my lips were moist with her musky juices. Judy's pussy blossomed before me, and I shifted my body into a higher position as I slipped my tip into her love-slickened furrow and readied myself to enter.




No Regrets



Judy's pussy felt different than those of the handful of high school girls I'd managed to be with. She wasn't loose, but rather softer and more yielding. Where those girls yelped and squirmed as I tried to fit inside them, Judy luxuriated in my ample size, moving her hips and confidently guiding me with her hands, so that I reached the places that gave her pleasure. She moved her hands over my broad back as I plunged deeper inside her. 

Moving my hands under her backside, I lifted Judy's ass high in the air and drove my hips forward, holding my thrust at its deepest penetration. I had never been this deep inside a woman before, and I could feel my cockhead nuzzling what could only be Judy's cervix. I could tell that Judy liked the feeling, but that she was much more sensitive here. I gently rocked my hips so that my cock was only moving a fraction of an inch, while I rubbed my pubic bone against her swollen clit. Judy clenched her buttocks as I squeezed them, and I marveled at how her firm 40-year old ass dimpled and quivered in my hands.

I could hear Judy's breathing become shallow and quicker, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I gently lowered her ass to the bed, and straightened my body on top of hers. Rearing back, I slammed my cock into her eight or nine times in rapid succession and then buried myself in her deep folds, impaling myself inside her. I could feel her wetness grow inside, then begin to leak out. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I began another series of punishing thrusts. I was afraid I might be hurting Judy, until I felt her hands on my tightened buttocks, pulling me in deeper with each push.

"Oh God..." Judy's pussy began convulsing, grabbing and releasing my shaft. I thrust myself deep inside her, my cock coming to rest on top of her cervix. As I held myself there, Judy pulled her knees up to my chest, offering her last sanctuary up to me. I raised up and drove my hips forward just a little bit more, and I felt my cockhead slip into Judy's cul de sac. It was warmer than the rest of her pussy, like I had drilled down to the core of the volcano which was erupting inside her. Judy gasped, then yanked my head forward, kissing my mouth roughly, raking my mouth with her tongue. 

My seed began to spill out of me as Judy's pussy continued its mad spasm, milking my meat into her deepest recesses. I held my cheek against Judy's, our ragged breathing the only sound as I emptied myself into her. I went to withdraw my cock, but Judy moaned in displeasure and smacked me lightly on the ass before pulling me back inside her. She kissed me lightly on the neck as she savored the last of my waning hardness, then held her forehead against mine as our bodies parted.

* * * * * * *

When I awoke, it was night, and the only light in the bedroom was from the full moon which hung outside the open window. The candle in the bedroom must have blown out. A breeze was blowing in from backyard, and the sheer curtains billowed as I heard the rustle of fallen leaves on the patio below.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

"How long have I been out?" I was still naked, but Judy was dressed in a silk robe that stopped at mid-thigh. She was curled up at the foot of the bed, watching me intently. She must have showered, for her hair was wet and her skin glistened in the moonlight. 

"Not long. Here, I brought you a glass of wine." Judy reached behind her and grabbed two glasses from the nightstand. She handed me one.

"We should toast to something," I said, taking the glass by the thin stem.

"Here's to a life with no regrets." Judy clinked my glass and took a sip.

"To no regrets."

Judy gave her wet hair a shake and gave me a wistful look.

"You are an amazing lover, Michael. You made me feel things I haven't felt in years." 

I set my glass down and laid my body next to hers. I placed my hand on the back of her thigh, and slid my hand under the rustling silk and along her smooth, wet skin.

"Did I prove my desire to you," I asked.

"Yes, you did." Judy sighed. "That's the problem."

We lay there for a while, not saying anything. After a while, Judy reached out and touched my face, not letting me look away.

"Stay with me tonight," she implored. "I want to remember what it feels to wake up in the morning next to a man." I could see the tears welling up in her eyes again, and the loneliness that lay behind them.

"Yes." I kissed Judy on the tip of nose, and then, flashing my teeth, gave her a nip on the neck.

"Owww!" Judy's tears disappeared and she rolled on top of me, giggling as she pinned my arms over my head and straddled my stomach. Her hair fell over my face and chest as she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You take a shower, and I'll make us some dinner." 

Judy released me, bounced up off the bed and went down the hallway, her undulating figure disappearing in the darkness.

* * * * * * *

Judy heated up some leftovers, which we ate by candlelight. We ate quickly, left the dishes on the table and returned upstairs to the bedroom.

"That was quite some show you put on at the Burger Bowl," I teased. We were naked under the sheets, Judy's head resting on my chest. "Every guy there was watching you."

"I'm glad they enjoyed it," she laughed, "but the show was just for you. Did you like it?"

"Loved it." I gave Judy's ass a smack, and she yelped in protest. "But how am I ever going to speak to those girls at the stoplight again?"

"Oh, those little bitches." Judy's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Yeah, that show was just for me." She reached between my thighs and took my heavy meat in her hand. "Besides, after they got a good look at this monster, they'll probably run away from you from now on."

I smacked her ass again, harder, and I felt the warmth as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. This time, Judy cooed in pleasure, the devilish smile still on her lips. She continued to hold my cock, which was starting to awaken again.

My cell phone started buzzing, and reached over to the nightstand to grab it. "Oh shit," I said to Judy, "it's my mom."

"Hi Mom." I tried to sound normal, or at least as normal as I could under the circumstances.

"Where are you, Michael? No one answered at the house. Is everything OK?"

"I'm over at the Martini's. I...ummm...I brought over some movies and we're watching them now."

"Oh." Mom sounded pleased. "How is Judy? Is her mood better?"

"Yeah, much better. She's right here, let me put her on."

I handed Judy the phone. She kept her hold on my stiffening cock, and craded the phone with her shoulder and she worked my rod over with both hands.

"Hi Carol! Oh, I'm fine...yeah, Michael came over and helped me rake some leaves today, and then I made us some dinner." I could hear my mom prattling on as Judy set the phone on the bed, planted her lips around my shaft and deep-throated me. She sucked me hard, and my dick sprang back to full attention. Admiring her handiwork, Judy picked up my phone again.

"Mmmm...yeah, Michael brought over a biiiiiggg stack of DVDs, and we're going to stay up late and go through them all." Judy gave me a sly look as she played with the pulsating tip of my cock.

"OK, I'll see you tomorrow. 'Bye Carol."

Judy ended the call and took me fully in her mouth again. I gasped in pleasure as her tongue fluttered up and down my shaft while she tightly gripped my swelling balls. My cock was like steel now, and the sight of Judy's lovely ass swaying above her lowered head brought my animal lust to a boil.

I grabbed Judy from behind and threw her down on her stomach. My rough desire aroused her more, and she drew her knees up under her and dropped her head into the pillows. She raised her hips, her moist vagina spreading open in aching longing for my cock.

I positioned my hips behind Judy's and slammed my meat into her, her ass cheeks shaking from the impact. Again. Then again. And again. Judy's moans became lower, more primal. 

"Fuck me....harder...fuck me...." Judy's fingernails clawed at the bedsheets as I continued pounding her from behind. She twisted her head back and kissed me ravenously as I skewered her with my unyielding cock. Her dark eyes smouldered, and her voice was unrecognizable now, almost demonic in its passion.

"Deeper...break me...make me belong only to you."

I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, but it was obvious that the harder I fucked Judy, the more she was enjoying it. I took a handful of her thick dark curls and yanked her head back, driving her further onto my shaft. With my other hand, I slapped her ass, her cheeks turning an angry red. Her pussy was sopping wet now, and her moans had now become shrieks and screams.

"Oh shiiiiiiiit..." she cried through clenched teeth as I hammered her cervix with a series of rapid-fire thrusts. Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to her stomach with me still buried deep inside.

I was operating on pure primeval instinct now. Judy was laying flat on her tummy, and I knew I was close to blowing my load. I bared my teeth and bit her on the back of her neck, and the wet tremor from inside her body told me she liked it. I drove my shaft deep along her canal, with the base of my cock pressing against her engorged G-spot while my cockhead slipped into her cul de sac.

Judy was crazed with desire now, and she hooked her legs around mine and drove her heels into my buttocks, urging me deeper inside her like a rider would spur on a stallion. My head was alongside Judy's now, and our lips met in a savage kiss that sucked the air from my lungs. I pressed my hips forward in a feral lunge of animal lust, and felt my shaft bottom out inside her. I held myself there as her hot wetness enveloped me, and I knew that this beautiful woman beneath me was now completely mine.

I felt Judy's body explode, her insides wracked by orgasm after orgasm. She trembled beneath me as I began to come as well, and I felt myself become light-headed as I emptied myself into her completely. Judy's screams of passion grew muted as my shaft softened, and I was lulled into sleep by her soft whimpers of submission.

* * * * * * *

Soft sunlight filled Judy's bedroom as I awoke the next morning, to the sounds of birds outside the window, and the dull throb of my morning hard-on. The window was still open, and I burrowed deeper under the covers to fight the chill. Judy was asleep, her back to me as she lay on her side. In the quiet of the still house, I could hear the rise and fall of her breathing.

I lifted my head, straining to make out the alarm clock on her side of the bed. It was still pretty early, but I needed to be home before my parents got back, and I had no idea when that would be. I scooted over next to Judy, and placed my hand on her shoulder. She stirred and turned over, opening her eyes and giving me a drowsy smile.

"Good morning, Michael." She turned into me, our naked bodies entwining, sharing our warmth.

"I have to go now."

"Noooooo..." Judy protested sleepily. She wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes again. "I was going to make us pancakes."

We held each other for a minute, and the feel of her bare skin against mine reignited the fire in my groin. I shifted my position slightly, and my erect member brushed her. Her eyes opened again, this time wider.

"My God, does that thing ever take a breather?" Judy moaned softly. I disentangled our limbs and rolled her over, spooning myself against her backside. I held Judy in a soft embrace, my lips right next to her right ear, as my hands cupped her breasts. Gently, I lifted my hips up and entered her from behind.

Judy sighed and craned her neck back, placing the softest of kisses on my lips. I rocked my hips languidly, working my tip in shallow thrusts. In contrast to our wild abandon of the night before, we made love in delicate movements, nibbling kisses and tender caresses. I held my lips near Judy's ear and told her how beautiful she was, and how I loved the feel of her body against mine. I felt my cock slip into Judy fully, and I took possession of her again. She pressed herself against my hips, holding me deep within her as we climaxed together. 

Judy purred in contentment as I withdrew from her and kissed her on the top of her shoulder. As I left the bedroom, she was drifting back to sleep, a trace of a smile crossing her lips.

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My folks got back around 10:30, much earlier than I had expected. I breathed a secret sigh of relief that I left Judy's when I did, then returned to my bowl of cereal. My Mom came in, bustling with energy as usual, as she came over to the kitchen table and gave me a kiss.

"Back so soon?" I asked.

"I can only take so much of your Aunt Mary," my father's voice boomed as he followed Mom into the kitchen. He affected an air of exasperation to Mom as he shot me a wink.

"Oh Peter, stop it!" Mom gave Dad a playful punch on the arm. The phone rang, and Mom answered.

"Hello? Oh, hi, Judy! Yes, we just walked in the door. Was Michael good company last night? He was? Oh, good." Mom smiled and took the phone into the other room while Dad went to hang his jacket in the hallway closet.

After a few minutes, Mom came back into the kitchen. "That was Judy Martini on the phone," she said to Dad. "She wanted to let us know how much she appreciates us trying to cheer her up since Matt left for school, and she would like us to come over for lasagna around 3 o'clock." She paused for a moment. "I already took the liberty of saying yes."

"Judy's lasagna? I'm there," Dad said. Judy was known in the neighborhood for being a fantastic cook; Dad used to joke that her bake sale brownies raised so much money for our high school that they ought to have their own line in the budget. Lasagna was one of her specialties.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how weird it might be, hanging out with Judy in front of my parents. But, I figured, there was no avoiding it, and if Judy had extended the invitation, at least she was comfortable with it.

"That sounds great, Mom. I'm there too." I stared into my bowl of now-soggy corn flakes, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

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Judy's house smelled wonderful even from the front step, with aromas of garlic, tomato sauce, and meatballs wafting from the kitchen. We let ourselves in through the front door, which Judy had left open for us.

"Hello?" Mom called down the hallway that led from the front door landing to the kitchen at the back of the house. Judy leaned back and poked her head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Hi guys! Oh, good, you're right on time. We're almost ready to eat."

Somewhat to my disappointment, Judy was dressed without a hint of provocation. She had on a navy blue pullover and blue jeans, both with a relaxed fit. Over that, she had on a white apron, tied in a big bow at the back. Her hair was piled high atop her head, but dark tendrils snaked down on either side of her face, framing her merry smile. 

Her slender neck was fully exposed, and as she turned around, I could clearly see the deep red lovebite I had left on the back of her neck the night before. From the corner of her eye, she watched me staring at it. As my parents busied themselves with pleasantries, her lips pursed toward mine in a secret kiss, and her hand moved up to the mark as she caressed it with her fingertips. Then she turned away, giving her hips a subtle sway, as she went back to work.

"I hope you all are hungry. I think I made way too much food."

Judy had prepared two big trays of lasagna, and a big pot of sauce was bubbling on top of the stove, filled to the brim with meatballs and sausage. In the oven, I could smell garlic bread, while Judy was busily preparing a salad in a huge steel bowl. Despite Judy's protests, Mom immediately set to helping in the kitchen, while Dad and I licked our chops and waited at the kitchen table.

The meal was delicious, and Dad and I went back for helping after helping, gorging ourselves on Judy's cooking. Judy beamed, happy to see us enjoying her hospitality. Mom and Judy cleared the plates, and Judy brought out coffee and a pumpkin pie.

"It's storebought, I'm afraid," Judy told us. She looked directly at me from across the table and smiled. "I didn't have time to make a dessert...I was a little busy this morning." I felt her stockinged foot brush against my leg under the table, traveling up from my ankle, lingering at my inner thigh just above the knee before lazily traveling down the same way. She carried on with my parents like nothing was unusual, gabbing gaily, her laughter filling the warm kitchen. However, occasionally, Judy's glance caught mine, her eyes like dark pools of simmering desire.

Judy and my parents chatted over their coffee; Judy filled them in on all of Matt's doings at college, and the three of them caught up on all the neighborhood gossip. Meanwhile, Judy's foot was now softly massaging my crotch, awakening my cock, which was snaking down the length of my thigh. She was pressing down on my entire length, teasing my cock tip until I felt the warm dribble of precum leak onto my thigh.

"Well, Judy, I think it's time for us to go," Mom said. "Thank you, it really was delicious."

"I couldn't eat another bite," Dad sighed. "Judy, you've outdone yourself again."

"Oh, I'm glad you liked everything. It was the least I could do for you all." Judy's eyes were fixed on me now, her foot continuing to tease my tensed meat. "Michael, you don't have to go if you don't want. I was just going to watch the football game."

Judy was a huge football fan, I guess going back to her college cheerleading days. Dad wasn't that interested, so I always watched the games with her and Matt on Sundays. She was really into it, and knew all the players and the strategies, and her wild emotions during the game always made Matt and I laugh. I looked at Mom.

"Sure, Michael, you can stay if you like. Just don't keep Judy up too late," she admonished. "She has to work tomorrow, and you have classes in the morning."

My parents said goodbye, as Judy walked them out. I stayed put, keeping my swollen member out of sight under the kitchen table. I heard the door close, and then Judy's footsteps as she climbed the stairs.

"Turn on the game," Judy called down to me. "I'm just going to change my clothes."

I went to the family room, and switched on the TV. There was about ten minutes left in the second quarter, and it looked like a pretty good game. Judy seemed to be taking a long time upstairs, so I settled back on the couch as my erection began to ease. I was confused, but maybe she really did just want to watch the game.

I heard Judy's bedroom door open, and I looked up from the couch to the stairs. As she descended, the first thing I saw was a pair of black patent stiletto pumps. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, and a thin golden slave bracelet adorned her left ankle. I could see the muscles in her toned calves ripple as she delicately perched on top of her four-inch heels. 

Judy took another step, and the tops of her stockings came into view, as well as the thin lines of her garters. Judy wasn't wearing panties, and I could see her shaven mound and the full roundness of her supple ass. She held onto the railing, her hands sheathed in long, black satin gloves that rose high upon her arms. She hesitated, and her ass cheeks dimpled as she tightened her bottom and swiveled her hips back slightly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

A gloved hand repeatedly rained blows on the lovely ass before me, and it flushed with color. Judy then caressed her bottom, and I could hear her moan softly as she savored the sensation. Regaining her hold on the railing, she descended the rest of the stairs and walked into the family room.

On her torso, Judy wore a black satin bustier that circled tightly around her, accentuating her already slender waist and making her bottom seem even fuller and more inviting. It pushed her breasts high up on her figure, and they swelled out, her nipples barely concealed under the black lace fringe at the top. Her hair was down now, falling onto her bare shoulders. I stood up to meet her confident advance as she strode toward me.




No Regrets



"Three weeks? You've got to be kidding!" Mark couldn't believe it. 

"Yea, I know, I can't believe I got the time off," Deacon replied. "You know how Howle can be. But he's making me do a few hours of stock taking tomorrow, which is the most boring job in the universe!" 

"Hah, you can't speak shit about him now! He is your new God," Mark laughed. "This is gonna be so great - no parents, no girlfriends, no responsibilities; three whole weeks of men behaving badly!" Mark's smile was so wide, he thought his face would split. Deacon grinned. It was going to be an amazingly carefree holiday, that was for sure, but Mark sounded like a five year old in a toy store. 'I guess that's what I love about him though,' Deacon mused silently. He scowled. He had to stop thinking things like that, it sounded queer. 

"Deac? You there man?" Mark's voice floated down the phone line. 

"Yea sorry," Deacon said. "I got to thinking about all the beer we're gonna drink and the havoc yet to be caused!" 

"That's the spirit! What time should I cruise around tonight?" 

"I've got some shit to do, so come round about seven. And pick up a couple of pizzas on the way. See ya." 

"Yea, later." Mark hung up the phone with a grin. 

'This is going to be so great,' Mark thought. College had just let out for the summer, and he was staying at Deacon's place for three weeks. Three glorious weeks of being 18 and in his best friend's company. Both their families were going out of state on holidays for almost a month, but Deacon and Mark had declined, opting instead to 'house sit.' Plus, their girlfriends Marie and Sarah were on a training session for their college courses for the first five weeks of the holidays; that meant no shopping and no stupid chick-flick movie nights. 'I can't believe Howle gave him the time off,' Mark marveled. 'I wonder how he did it?' Mark shook his head. 'Who cares? He's all mine for 21 days!' Mark scowled at himself. He kept having these thoughts, and he didn't know what to make of them. 

Weird thoughts. Like about how Deacon looked - sometimes in lectures, Mark would feel this urge to lean forward and run his hands through Deacon's dirty blonde hair. Or instead of watching the blood-shed and gore in their favorite movies, he would find himself staring at Deacon's fine cheekbones, his pointed nose, his pink lips. And most of all, there was this underlying need to just have Deacon, to be around him all the time and spend time with him. It didn't make sense - they had been friends since grade school, but he hadn't felt like this until just this year, since after the accident. It was bothering him, like an itch that needs scratching but can't be reached. Like the knot in his stomach. 

"Ma-ark!!" A shrill cry pierced his thoughts. "Mark! Are you ready to go to Deacon's? We've got to leave for the airport," Mark's mother called up the stairs. 

"I'm heading around to Deac's at seven, so just leave me the keys," Mark replied as he headed downstairs into the kitchen. 

"Are you sure? I don't want anything forgotten - can you imagine the power bill if we come back and you had left the hall light on?" His mother looked at him skeptically. Mark rolled his eyes. 

"Mom! Just shut the power off and everything, I'll just fool around outside until I go." 

"Ok honey, have a good time. We'll send you an email when we get there." His mother started to usher the kids out the door. "Bye honey! I love you!" She gave Mark the keys and blew him a kiss. 

"Love you too Mom." Mark's father trotted down the stairs, doing a final check. 

"Take care son. Try not to get arrested or anything," his father smirked. 

"Thanks for your confidence, Dad." Mark pushed his father towards the door. "Hurry up before you miss your flight." His little sister poked her tongue out. "Right back at you squirt," Mark smiled. "Have fun!" The door closed, and silence prevailed. 

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"Deac? Let me in man, it's getting dark out here!" Mark tapped on the glass sliding door again. "Come on, asshead, the pizzas getting cold!" Deacon appeared at the door grinning wickedly. 

"Well, in that case!" He slid the door open and closed it behind Mark. "Don't want the pizza to get cold." 

"Aw, bite me shithead," Mark shot back, faking anger. Deacon grinned, a beautiful wide smile where you could see all his teeth. Mark smiled back, and was caught off guard by the fluttering feeling in his stomach. 'Please,' Mark prayed silently, 'none of those weird thoughts tonight. Just let me relax.'

Two six packs of beer later, Mark and Deacon had draped themselves over the corner couches in the sitting room watching 'The Fifth Element'. Both decidedly tipsy, Deacon had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Dude, that orange haired chick is hot! Wish they'd show a full frontal shot though...." Mark stopped talking when he saw Deacon asleep on the couch. Deacon's face was turned slightly towards Mark, and his shaggy hair had fallen over his face. Mark trailed his eyes down his best friend's profile. Deacon was about six foot, slightly shorter than Mark, with shaggy, dirty blonde hair and grey eyes. His face was perfect - high cheeks, full lips, a pointed nose and wide jaw.

Mark had seen Deacon almost naked heaps of times - drunken escapades, gym class showers, truth or dares - but recently he had become fascinated by Deacon's body. It was a surfer's body - square shoulders, defined abs, tanned and flawless skin. However, he was almost feminine in his bone structure; even though he had a lean muscular body, he was sort of petite. Mark was overwhelmed with a feeling of longing when he looked at Deacon, and the tense feeling in Mark's stomach loosened a little. He felt a slight stirring in his groin which was usually only associated with Marie or a Playboy centerfold; Mark wanted to touch Deacon, and he didn't know why. He leant over and brushed Deacon's hair off his face; as he did, Deacon woke up. 

"Hey," Deacon mumbled, "what's up?" Mark jumped back, turning red. "Did I have a bug on me or something?" Deacon started to brush at his face with his hand. 

"Uh, yeah, I thought I saw a mosquito," Mark stood up and went to the kitchen. 

"Hey, bring me another beer while you're up," Deacon called out. 

Deacon had felt Mark looking at him - staring, infact - but when Mark had brushed Deacon's hair out of his face, Deacon had to sit up. His dick had suddenly twitched at the touch of Mark's hand on his face, and he was angry at himself. 'You were probably still kind of asleep, and thought it was Sarah,' Deacon scowled at himself. 'Yea, you were dreaming or something.' Mark tossed him another beer, and he downed it in three swigs. 

"Hey," Mark grinned, his blush having receded. "Slow down, we don't have many left." 

"Well, we'll just have to make out own fun, won't we?" Deacon grinned wickedly at Mark and got up to get another drink. Puzzled by the comment, Mark's eyes unwittingly followed Deacon's perfect body as it walked to the kitchen. Realizing where his gaze was, Mark quickly looked away and knocked back his own beer. In the kitchen, Deacon frowned. 'Make our own fun?' he thought. 'You sound like a fucking fag!' He shook his head and reached down into his parent's alcohol cabinet and grabbed the three-quarter full bottle of tequila. 'Time for a little delicious distraction,' he thought with a grin. Mark saw the bottle in Deacon's hand and laughed. "Time for the vomit fluid, huh?" 

"Shut up," Deacon smirked. "I feel like getting totaled tonight. You game?" Mark grabbed two shot glasses from the mantle. 

"Always." 

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"Oh my god, you know what would rule right now?" Deacon drunkenly lumbered over to Mark and half-sat/half-fell onto the sofa beside him, an empty tequila bottle at his feet. 

"What?" Mark gazed into Deacon's eyes and smiled lopsidedly. He watched as Deacon stumbled towards the door, opened it and picked up something from the lawn. He held it up - it was a football. "Hell yea!!" Mark flopped out of his chair and raced towards the door, tackling Deacon into the yard and rolling down the slight incline. Deacon stood up unsteadily and ran down the yard. 

"Go long!" Mark posed with the ball above his head, and threw it to Deacon. As Deacon caught it, Mark rushed at him and tackled him onto the grass. They rolled around, and came to a halt in the light of the patio, Deacon lying on top of Mark. Giggling, Deacon tossed the ball away and put his head on Mark's chest, heaving with laughter. His giggles trailing off, Mark looked into his friend's eyes as they met his. The alcohol was making Mark's thoughts race around in circles, confusing and disorientating him. 

"We'd better go inside," Deacon slurred. "It's colder out here than I thought." He put his arms on either side of Mark to push himself up, but before he could get up, Mark suddenly reached up with both hands, put them behind Deacon's head and pulled Deacon's face down to meet his own. Before either of them knew what was happening, Mark was gently kissing Deacon's lips. They were more soft and delicious than Mark would have imagined, and he closed his eyes to savor the moment. As they broke apart, Deacon stared down at Mark in disbelief. 'Did that just happen?' Deacon thought, shocked. Mark took Deacon's hesitation as approval, and smiled as he reached towards Deacon's lips again, the knot is his stomach completely gone for the first time since December. This time, Mark opened his mouth slightly and sucked on Deacon's lower lip. He felt a familiar rousing in his crotch when Deacon suddenly shoved him away and leapt to his feet, backing away with an angry look on his face. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" Deacon wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and looked at Mark in disgust. "Why...what the fuck did you do that for?" Mark lay on the grass, gaping. He didn't know what had come over him - why had he just kissed his best friend? And how was he going to explain it? 

"I...I don't know, I just...I..." He trailed off as Deacon stormed inside. Slowly getting up from the ground, Mark walked towards the door, confused and searching for a reason for what he had just done. Deacon rushed out of the house, keys in hand, and headed towards his car, frowning. 

"Deac, I'm sorry, I....you shouldn't drive, you've been drinking," Mark called out. Suddenly stone sober, Deacon hopped into his car and gunned the engine. "Please Deac, I'm sorry, can't we just talk about....." He stopped yelling as the car raced away down the street, and just stared after the fading tail lights. Numb, Mark turned around and started to walk towards the house, doubling over to try and ease the familiar tightening in his gut. Halfway across the lawn, Mark fell to the ground, sobbing. 'What did I just do?' he thought. 'Why did I kiss him? I have a girlfriend, I can't be....' Still crying, he stumbled inside and collapsed on the couch, and cried himself to an exhausted sleep. 

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As he sped down the road, Deacon felt moisture on his cheek. Reaching his hand up to brush at it, he realized he had started crying. Wiping the tears away and sniffing, he pulled the car over to the side of the road and rested his head on the steering wheel. "What just happened? Why did he kiss me?" Deacon murmured. "And why didn't I pull away sooner?" A million thoughts about Mark, their friendship, Mark's near fatal accident and the feelings that had lurked at the back of his mind for too long suddenly erupted, and he started sobbing into the dashboard. Just like Mark was doing on the couch, Deacon fell asleep in the front seat, crying quietly. Several hours later he woke up and drove slowly home, praying that Mark wasn't still up. He couldn't deal with it right then. He had to think, figure out what had happened. And his feelings. 

------------------------------------------------- Deacon entered the house as quietly as he could, and stood at the foot of the couch that Mark was asleep on. Watching his best friend sleep, Deacon felt his heart swell unexpectedly. They had known each other almost their whole lives and shared everything - Deacon had even dated Marie, and Mark had dated Sarah, before they all broke up and got back together, albeit in a different order. And Deacon had known instantly that Mark was different when his friend had gotten out of hospital over the winter break. The accident had almost killed Mark, and Deacon was so glad that his friend was alive and well that he didn't bring up the way Mark had changed. He hadn't changed in a bad way - he was just more aware of what he had in life. He hugged people a lot more, told them how he felt. And - the most shocking for Deacon - Mark would cry sometimes, seemingly without explanation. Before this year, Deacon hadn't seen Mark cry since they had left grade school; Mark had been a tough guy, the hard-ass bad boy, the jock. But since Christmas, he had become this sensitive New-Age guy - which Marie and Sarah welcomed - and Deacon couldn't quite get his head around it. 

'Maybe what happened tonight, maybe that's what changed,' Deacon considered silently. 'But why didn't he tell me?' Deacon slapped himself on the forehead and frowned. 'Because he was afraid you'd react just like you did, you idiot. Your best friend opened up to you in the only way he could think of, and you treated him like a freak.' Deacon could see that Mark had been crying - his eyes were swollen and red - and he was shivering. 

Deacon went to the hall closet and took out a blanket, and started to put it over Mark. He stopped and knelt down beside the couch. Mark was taller than Deacon at six foot three, with short, spikey brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had broad shoulders and well defined, muscular arms, but no visible abs - just a hard, flat stomach. He had a staunch kind of face - a broad nose, wide mouth and low, heavy brows. And the scars. Deacon pulled the blanket over Mark's body and leant towards his face. Using his index finger, he slowly traced along the jagged scar on Mark's jaw line. 

'Maybe I just wasn't ready for it,' he thought, standing up. 'I mean, haven't I felt closer to him since Christmas? Maybe it's....this.' Deacon bent down and gently kissed Mark. Pulling away, he frowned in thought. Deacon stood up and went to his room, an indecisive look slowly playing on his face. 

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Early the next morning, Mark woke up and stretched. He looked at the couch and the blanket, and frowned. He sat up to see if Deacon had crashed on a couch too, and as he did, his head screamed in pain. As Mark cradled his hung-over head, the previous night's events came rushing back in a torrent of self-loathing. 'He'll never talk to me again,' Mark thought as tears welled in his eyes. 'Why didn't I just ignore those feelings?' He stood up and wiped his eyes. After putting his things back in his bag and folding the blanket up, he wandered out to the pool deck. The sun was bright in the sky, and Mark could already tell it was going to be a sweltering day. Trying to ignore the night before, if only for a short while, he stripped off to his boxers and dove in the pool. He lay on his back in the water and closed his eyes, attempting to block out his own thoughts. 

Deacon walked to his bedroom window as Mark plunged into the pool; he watched Mark float face up on the water looking miserable and worn out. Deacon gazed upon Mark's wet body and frowned. He had spent most of the remaining night awake in bed, trying to figure out what to do. 'What am I going to tell him?' Deacon wondered. 'I don't even know how I really feel about it, how am I supposed to explain anything?' Mark pulled himself out of the pool and lay face down on the tiles, his boxers dripping wet and transparent. As Deacon's dick started to unexpectedly harden in his boxers, he suddenly knew what to do. His frown deepening, Deacon walked to the shower and stripped off. 

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Mark had dried off and put clean clothes on, and was sitting on the couch. He had heard Deacon turn the shower on and had been waiting for him to emerge ever since. The water had turned off over an hour ago, so Mark guessed Deacon was either taking a really long time getting ready for work, or was delaying coming out to talk. Or not talk. Wringing his hands, Mark could feel a dull ache in his jaw - he had been clenching it ever since he had woken up. Suddenly, Deacon's bedroom door opened, and he walked out, dressed for work. He walked into the sitting room with his head down, but stopped when he saw Mark's bag sitting by the door. Mark took a deep breath and stood up. 

"Look," Mark began. "I know you probably hate me, and I understand that, but I wanted to explain." He put his head down and struggled to maintain a balance in his voice. "Ever since Christmas, I've had this...this knot in my stomach. It...it makes me feel sick, and scared, and it's there all the time. I don't feel it as much when I'm around you, and last night....last night, when I...it went away for a few seconds. But I...I don't know why I kissed you." His voiced broke, and Mark fought to keep control of his emotions. "All I can say is that it won't happen again. I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me again..." 

"Was it a mistake?" Deacon cut in, his eyes on Mark's. "I just want you to be honest, ok?" Mark opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and looked at his feet. "Please, just answer it - yes or no. Are you actually sorry?" Deacon's gaze was piercing, and there was no feeling in his voice. 

"No," Mark whispered, barely audible. "No, it wasn't a mistake, I..." His voice gave out as a tear ran down his face. Looking up, Mark wiped his eyes and picked up his bag. "I...I'm gonna go home." He paused and looked back at Deacon. "I'd like to say I'm sorry, Deac, but... I can't." As Mark went to open the door, Deacon called him back. 

"Well, I'm sorry." Mark stopped and turned around as Deacon spoke. "I mean, about the way I reacted." Deacon fought to find the right words. "We've been friends since forever, and I don't want to just throw it all away because I was an asshole." 

"Deac, you weren't being an asshole, I...." Mark swallowed heavily. "I don't know why I....kissed you, I just felt this impulse to do it, and..." 

"No, I was a jerk and I'm sorry," Deacon walked over to Mark and took the bag out of his friend's hand. "Stay, ok? We need to talk." They walked over to the couch, and looked at each other awkwardly. "I...um...this is harder than I thought," Deacon laughed nervously. "I wasn't prepared for what happened, and I was...kinda angry." Deacon frowned at Mark, thinking. "I....look, I can't really say what I need to say, I don't know how. I can only show you." Deacon took a deep breath and stepped forward. 

"Yea, if you need to," Mark sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for Deacon's fist to hit his face. Deacon smiled uneasily, knowing that Mark was expecting to be punched. Instead, Mark felt Deacon's hands snake around the back of his neck, and pull his face toward Deacon's. Before Mark could figure out what he was doing, Deacon pressed his lips firmly against Mark's. Mark's eyes flew open and met the steely grey eyes of his best friend. They moved slowly apart as Deacon removed his hands from Mark's neck. Mark stared in disbelief, silent and motionless. Deacon stared back, fearless and resolute. He took a couple of steps backwards and began to explain. 

"I stayed up most of last night and thought about what had happened," he started, "and I think I reacted the way I did because I maybe wanted the same thing, but I wasn't prepared for you to maybe feel the same." Deacon frowned. "Does that make sense?" Mark blinked a few times and took a deep breath. 




No Regrets



"I..." Mark wrangled with his tongue and managed to overcome his shock. "You...you felt the same? Since when?" 

"The same as you, I think," Deacon said evenly. "After the accident. I just didn't fully realize what it was I was feeling until it happened, and I wasn't ready." 

"Well, what do we....I mean, do you..." Mark looked questioningly at Deacon. "What do you think we should do now?" 

The last twelve hours were running again and again through Deacon's head at full speed, and he could no longer think straight. 'Just go with it,' he told himself. 'Do what you feel at this very moment.' Deacon looked coolly at Mark. "I should stop thinking for once and go with what I feel. Like you. You game?" Deacon challenged. 

"Always," Mark automatically responded, not sure what he was agreeing to. Before Mark had time to ask, Deacon was moving towards him. Mark stared in disbelief as Deacon kissed him again. Deacon closed his eyes and let himself drift away - his body took over. Deacon's last words echoed in Mark's head: go with what you feel. Suddenly Mark's body was awake with sensations - he could feel every ridge of Deacon's lips pushing against his own, he could smell Deacon's clean skin and could feel Deacon's closely shaven stubble pressing against his chin. 

Deacon put his arms around Mark's neck and pulled him closer, as Mark slid his hands around Deacon's waist. Deacon opened his mouth slightly to suck at Mark's bottom lip, and felt Mark open his mouth in response. A voice yelled at Deacon from the back of his mind, 'You're kissing a guy!' but Deacon silenced it by pulling Mark closer, pressing their bodies together intimately. Mark answered this by pushing his tongue into Deacon's waiting mouth. They explored each other's mouths with their tongues, and kissed passionately for as long as they could before Mark pulled back. 

"Are you...are you sure this is what you want to do?" Mark questioned tentatively. 

"I haven't pulled away, have I?" Deacon assured him with a raised eyebrow. He leant up towards Mark's face, slowly moving his tongue along Mark's jaw, and began nibbling on his neck. Mark groaned and moved his hands down Mark's back to his perfectly shaped behind. Moving back to Mark's mouth, Deacon reached further around Mark's head with his arms and kissed him deeply, frowning as he felt a hardness press into his hip. 

The entwined pair stumbled towards the door way. Mark drew Deacon closer still as they pressed against the wall, blindly searching for Deacon's shirt buttons. Deacon pushed him away and smiled at Mark's worried look. 

"I'm sorry, I..." Mark stopped rationalizing when Deacon laughed. 

"No, I want...I mean, I don't mind," Deacon smiled. "But I've got work today, remember?" Deacon looked down and paused. "Look, if I seem...I mean, if I get weird about something all of a sudden, it won't be because of you, ok?" 

"What do you mean, get weird?" Mark asked, frowning. 

"Like if I pull away or something, it's only because...well," Deacon sighed in frustration. "I'm not used to....well, you're not either, I guess...but I'm not used to feeling someone else's hard-on when I'm kissing, y'know?" Deacon looked up at Mark for affirmation. 

"Yea, I was thinking the same thing," Mark grinned. "But I thought if it didn't bother you, it shouldn't bother me." Mark removed his hands and stepped back. "I guess you should get going to work, since Howle gave you all that time off." 

"Yea," Deacon said halfheartedly. "I don't know when I'll finish, but if it's late I'll bring food back with me." Deacon shyly stepped forward and lightly kissed Mark. "I'll see you later, ok?" Mark leant down and kissed him back. 

"Yea, you bet," Mark smiled as Deacon walked out the door, and he collapsed on the couch, exhausted. He closed his eyes and slept a deep, dreamless sleep. 

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"Hey, I'm home," Deacon shrugged his jacket off and walked towards the kitchen. "Sorry it's so late, there was more to do than I thought." Truthfully, Deacon had spent the last two hours sitting in his car down by the river, thinking the day's events over and trying to come to terms with what he'd committed to. He hadn't delved into the deeper issues - they did both, after all, have girlfriends - but had accepted his feelings and what they meant. Deacon didn't want to ponder on whether or not this was long term or just some kind of bizarre lust, or what it would mean for his and Mark's friendship if it all went sour. Right now, he just wanted to see Mark and make sure his friend felt the same. "I bought some Chinese back." Deacon frowned and walked through the kitchen into his room. "Where are you?" In a flash of panic, Deacon rushed to the sitting room, sure that he would find Mark's bag gone. But all he encountered was a bleary-eyed Mark sitting up on the sofa. He exhaled in relief and smiled. "Hey, you been sleeping since I left?" Mark rubbed his eyes and grinned sheepishly, nodding. "Lucky for some," Deacon replied in mock resentment. 

"What's in the bag?" Mark asked distantly. He checked his watch and looked surprised. 

"Chinese. You hungry?" Deacon looked up at Mark, his eyes unwittingly falling to his friend's lips. The direction of the gaze was not lost on Mark, as he stood up and moved towards Deacon. 

"Yea," Mark said huskily. "Really hungry." He hesitantly put his arms around Deacon's waist, leaning down to kiss his neck. Deacon closed his eyes and savored the feeling, steadying himself by holding Mark's back. When Mark nibbled on his lobe and lightly blew into his ear, Deacon almost dropped the Chinese. Laughing unsteadily, Deacon gently pushed Mark away and held up the bag of food. 

"Although I appreciate the welcome," Deacon said carefully, making sure he didn't give Mark the idea that he wasn't willing, "I mean you really must be hungry - you didn't have breakfast or lunch and it's past eight." Mark nodded disappointedly. "Besides," Deacon added with a wicked grin, "you're gonna need your strength tonight." Mark watched Deacon walk into the kitchen, the tense feeling entering his stomach again. 

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An hour later, Deacon lay groaning on the couch, his feet on the backrest and his head near the ground. Mark, on the other hand, was rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter. 

"Oooh, I ate way too much," Deacon moaned. "I feel like I'm gonna explode." He raised his head and glared at Mark. "Some friend you are." Mark sat up and stifled his giggles. 

"Sorry," Mark lied. "Do you want some pepto-bismol? You should probably just let it settle, y'know. You ate like three containers of that beef stuff." Mark smirked wickedly. "If it's even beef. Marie said that in some parts of Asia, they use dog and..." 

"Shut up! That isn't helping you know." Deacon swung his legs round to the floor and sat up. "Anyway, I feel a little better. Maybe laying like that helps or something." 

"How much better?" Mark crawled across the carpet to where Deacon was sitting and rested his head on Deacon's knee. Smiling, Deacon bent down and kissed Mark lightly. 

"Lots better," Deacon murmured between kisses, sliding down to the floor. "But...I should...probably...lay down...in bed." Deacon pulled away and looked at Mark seriously. "With you." Mark sat up with a start. 

"O...ok. I mean, if you want," Mark stammered. "I...I want to too, I just..." He stopped when he saw Deacon frowning. 

"We don't have to do...don't you want to?" Deacon looked insecurely at the floor before meeting Mark's eyes. Mark took a deep breath. 

"Yea, I just...well, since you were so open this morning, I guess I owe it to you to do the same." Mark gathered his thoughts and took Deacon's hand. "I didn't have a clear plan last night...or any plan at all. I mean, I felt like I wanted to do something, like I needed something, but I didn't realize what it was until I kissed you. Just kissing you made me feel...better, so I just wanted to do that." Mark frowned. "Then this morning, when you kissed me back, I kept waiting for it to feel weird, like awkward or something. But it didn't. It still doesn't. Does it feel weird to you?" Mark looked questioningly into Deacon's eyes. 

"No, I was waiting for that too," Deacon said, relieved. "When I kissed you, it was to figure out if it felt right or not. And it did, it felt like..." Deacon searched for the right words. 

"...coming home," Mark finished softly. Deacon looked up at him and smiled. 

"Yea, exactly like that," he replied quietly, squeezing Mark's hand. 

"And the feeling in my stomach," Mark continued, "it didn't come back. Until when you got back from work today, and said something about needing strength for tonight." Deacon frowned, but let Mark continue uninterrupted. "I started feeling nervous...I felt like what Marie probably felt when I wanted more than making out. Not pressure exactly, because I want this too, but...I'm scared, I guess." Mark drew in a long breath and released it. "Deac, I'm afraid that I'll want to do things that you don't, or you'll want to do things I don't. I'm scared that this'll end badly. I mean, I don't even know what I want from this, I just... I just feel scared of things." Taking his hand away from Deacon's, Mark rubbed his face wearily. Deacon let out a big breath. 

"Wow," Deacon began, eyebrows raised. "I...I'm scared too, y'know. But I'm just sick of having to think things over before I act. With you... when I kissed you, everything just went away. I feel like I can do anything with you, ask anything and not have to worry. But I worry anyway, like about what we're supposed to do... after kissing." Mark nodded silently. "So let's make a deal. Do what you feel, and if that doesn't suit me, I'll say so. The same goes for you. No regrets." 

Deacon looked at Mark for approval. Mark raised his head, smiling. In one quick motion, he reached over to pull Deacon's head towards him, and lent forward, their lips meeting. Deacon eagerly responded, kissing Mark feverishly. 

"I guess that's a yes, then," Deacon murmured with a smile, before returning to the kiss. Pulling Deacon to his feet, Mark groped frantically for Deacon's shirt buttons. Unable to find the holes to undo them, Mark ripped the shirt open with a grunt and pushed it off Deacon's smooth shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Deacon pulled Mark's shirt over his head and fell with him onto the nearby couch, kissing and licking Mark's lips. 

Lying on top of Mark, Deacon used his tongue to trail down his friend's neck and shoulders, stopping to lick his nipples. Mark groaned as Deacon took one of Mark's hardened nipples into his mouth while tracing his hands down Mark's sides. Deacon switched to the other nipple, gently nipping at it with his teeth. He continued to make wet paths on Mark's body until he reached Mark's jeans. Sitting up slightly, Deacon lightly rested his fingers on the waistband. 

"Weird yet?" Mark asked, propped up on his elbows. Deacon looked up at him and smiled, his head tilted to one side. 

"No," he said slowly, "not a bit. You?" Mark shook his head. Deacon began to gently undo Mark's jeans, pulling them off and throwing them to one side. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of Mark's boxers, Deacon looked at Mark. "This is it - do or die time. We can't go back after this...you game?" Deacon challenged. 

"Always," Mark said with a grin. Deacon stood up and removed his own pants, positioning himself back on Mark's thighs in just his jockeys. Clenching his jaw, Deacon slowly stretched the elastic of Mark's boxers over his friend's raging erection. Slipping the underwear off, Deacon lay back down on Mark, nipping at his jaw lightly. Trying to rearrange himself comfortably, Deacon moved his hips against Mark's hard-on, inducing a strained groan from Mark. Kissing Deacon's shoulders, Mark moved his hands down Deacon's back to remove his jockeys. It was Deacon's turn to groan as his hard dick touched Mark's, and he groped for Mark's shoulders, clutching at him.

They lay there for a few minutes, kissing and exploring each other, rubbing against each other. Deacon broke their fiery kiss and moved back down to Mark's thighs. Deacon slowly licked trails up Mark's inner thigh, stopping just before his friend's penis. Mark moaned loudly as Deacon tentatively took hold of Mark's circumcised dick, examining the average sized but thick member while slowly rubbing it up and down in his hand. Deacon took a deep breath to gather his nerves, and placed his mouth over the head of Mark's cock, licking and sucking it gently. 

Deacon opened his mouth wider to take in as much of Mark's penis as he could, and gagged as it hit the back of his throat. Placing his lips firmly at the base of Mark's dick, Deacon slowly drew his mouth up the shaft, creating a tense suction. As Deacon released Mark's dick and started to nibble up and down the under side of it, Mark let out a strangled cry, struggling to maintain control. Smiling, Deacon put the cock back in his mouth, sucking up and down the shaft quickly as he gently squeezed Mark's balls. Gasping, Mark sat up, trying to pull Deacon off his shaft. 

"I...I'm gonna...oh shit," Mark lay back on the couch, breathing heavily. Deacon continued to suck rapidly, knowing full well what was just round the corner. Mark cried out as he lost control, shooting load after load of hot, sticky cum into Deacon's throat. Deacon tried to take as much of it as he could before gagging and releasing Mark's dripping penis from his mouth. Deacon wiped his chin and sat beside Mark, waiting until he had regained control. Sitting up, Mark exhaled sharply. 

"You didn't have to..." Mark looked at the cum on Deacon's cheek. "I mean, I didn't mean to make you..." Exasperated, Deacon cut in. 

"You didn't make me," Deacon sighed impatiently. "I know what happens at the end of a blow job, stupid." Mark smiled in relief, and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. 

"What does it taste like?" Deacon opened his mouth to talk, then cheekily leant over to Mark and kissed him deeply, transferring some of Mark's own cum into his mouth. Mark pulled back at first, then responded to the kiss. "Not as gross as I thought," he remarked as the kiss ended, and noticed that Deacon looked worried. "What's wrong?" 

"...How was it? I mean, was I ok?" Deacon asked anxiously. 

"How was it?" Mark snickered. "It was... I'm... are you sure you've never done that before?" Mark asked in mock doubt. 

"It was all right then?" Deacon teased with a relieved smirk. 

"All right?" Mark was incredulous. "All right? I thought I was gonna have a stroke!" Mark suddenly pushed Deacon onto the couch and made him lay just as he had been a few seconds earlier. "My turn now?" 

"Only if you want to," Deacon warned. "You don't have to just because..." Mark ran his tongue lightly over Deacon's lips to curb his excuses. 

"Oh, so I'm not up the challenge, am I?" Mark taunted with a promising grin. Nervous butterflies crowded into his stomach as he made his way down to Deacon's groin, stopping in at his nipples and sucking on them. Determined not to just copy Deacon's technique, Mark started by gently licking and sucking on Deacon's testicles. Deacon whimpered in pleasure and expectation as Mark began to jerk him off, still tenderly flicking his tongue over Deacon's swollen balls. 

'...Go with what you feel...' Mark took his friend's advice and began licking up and down Deacon's dick, transferring his hand to his friend's nut sack and massaging it. Darting his tongue in and around the slit on Deacon's circumcised penis head, Mark moved his mouth slowly down the shaft, deep throating Deacon's long cock. Deacon hissed through his teeth as Mark flicked his finger in the sensitive spot between Deacon's balls and anus. 

Mark swirled his tongue around Deacon's lengthy penis, keeping his lips at the base of the dick and still fondling Deacon's balls. Having gotten very aroused giving Mark a blow job, it didn't take very long for Deacon to come. He squeezed his eyes shut as a moan escaped his gritted teeth, overwhelmed by the feeling of Mark's mouth sheathing his erupting penis. As he pulled Mark up to onto his body to kiss his cum-filled mouth, a distant thought about Sarah entered Deacon's mind. It left as quickly as it had arrived. 

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In the dull glow of the patio light coming through the door, Deacon and Mark lay on the couch, intertwined in each others limbs. Deacon sleepily kissed the bare chest his head was resting on, and Mark smiled, gently hugging Deacon closer to him on the couch. 

"No regrets?" Mark asked quietly. He ran his fingers over Deacon's back, marveling in the absolute relaxation and happiness he felt. Deacon kissed Mark's chest again. 

"Never again," Deacon replied solemnly. With great effort, Deacon tilted his head to face his friend. "How's that knot in your stomach?" 

But Mark had fallen asleep, a small grin on his face, the knot gone entirely. Deacon smiled and placed his head back on Mark's naked chest. The day's events had taken their toll emotionally and physically, but all the lovers' worries drifted away as Deacon joined Mark in deep sleep, naked in his arms. 

To be continued... 

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NB: This is a fictitious story involving false situations and characters. Do not EVER have unprotected sex.



No Regrets



Looking back I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but the reality of it is I have no regrets. Ya so my son's girlfriend's mom and I are having an affair, but hey, if no one finds out it won't hurt anyone right? It started out by accident, ya we had flirted big time and even crossing the line sometimes but never when others were around. Then one night she called me and asked if we could meet to talk about the kids. I said no problem at all and that I would pick her up if she wanted looked great as she got into my car. 

It was a warm summer night and you could tell a storm was coming and she was dressed for the warm weather, in a nice summer dress that was low cut enough to hint at cleavage but not really show it and was just long enough to show some legs and but keep her cool. Since neither of us are really coffee drinkers we decided to just go to the school near her house and have the talk. They had some picnic tables out in the yard and since it was nice and there was no rain yet we decided to go and sit at one of the tables. There wasn't anything of real concern just some stuff she wanted me to know about and I passed some stuff off to her too. 

I was having a hard time listening to her while we talked because I keep noticing that the hem of her skirt kept rising up showing her long smooth legs. I was just glad it was kinda dark out because I was starting to get harder and harder as we talked. My cock really jumped when she just touched my leg as we talked. All of a sudden there was a chill in the air and I couldn't help but stare as her nipples became rock hard. I tried to pay attention but it was very difficult. She finally had enough and cupped her breasts and asked if I like what I saw. All I could do was nod my head as I watched her start playing with her nipples. 

Starting to unbutton her top asking if I want to see them, and all I could say was please. I moved a little bit closer to her as she brought out her nipples and started to play. She had each nipple between her fingers, rolling them, getting them rock hard. I was starting to get light headed and I couldn't help it, I leaned over and flicked my tongue over her fingers and nipple. She released her nipple from her fingers and I sucked it into my mouth, holding it between my teeth and flicking my tongue quickly over it. I move a bit closer and feel her part her thighs and as I suck more of her breast into my mouth I start to run my hand up her leg. Slowly I leave her nipple and slowly kiss my way up her breast to her neck. 

I hear a loud moan escape her lips as I start to nibble on her neck, kissing and brushing the tip of my tongue over her naked skin. My tongue is tingling as I taste her skin. My mouth finds her's and our tongues start to dance. Nikki moans into my mouth as my fingers brush against the wet spot of her panties. 

Just as I push the panties aside and graze her moist lips, the heavens seem to open up. I quickly slam two fingers deep inside her and Nikki's scream of excitement gets drowned out by a loud thunder clap. That seems to excite both of us even more. I can feel her pussy milking my fingers as I suck on her bottom lip. 

I finally break away from her lip, not really wanting to but I'm craving her pussy. I sit her on top of the table and start kissing my way up her thigh. 

By now the rain was hammering down and Nikki looked amazing soaking wet when she was lit up by the lightening. My cock was begging to be released and it jumped even more when I ran my finger tips over her rain soaked naked pussy. It felt so smooth, I just played with it for a bit before lowering my mouth to her aching pussy. I'm not sure who was more excited about that first lick. I spread her pussy lips apart and dove my tongue deep into her juices and flattened my tongue out and did a slow lick up to her hard little clit. I started to flick the tip of my tongue over her clit and slid first two fingers into her pussy. I couldn't believe how good she tasted. I was tempted to just stand up and fuck her hard right at that point but the way her body was bucking against my face was so hot I didn't want to leave her pussy. I dove my tongue back into her pussy, fucking her as hard as I could with my tongue. I reached up with my juice soaked fingers and offered them to her. The way she sucked and licked them clean told me that I would be going nuts if I got to fuck her mouth. Her soft tongue snaked around my fingers finding all the juices, and then she wrapped her lips around my fingers and bobbed up and down like she was sucking my cock. I could tell she was enjoying it as well because her juices started to flow even more out and cover my tongue, she tasted so fucking good. I moved back up to her clit, sucking it between my lips and started back to flicking it with my tongue. I could tell from her moans she was getting close and just when I thought she was about to cum she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me away. 

"Your turn." was all she said. So we switched positions. My pants were quickly tossed aside. A moan came from deep down as her hands caressed my cock, just her finger tips, slowly down to my balls. That is where she started with her tongue. Taking them into her mouth gently sucking and licking them. I couldn't believe how good it felt, I could feel the precum already leaking out of my cock. As she was massaging my balls with her skilled tongue, Nikki started to slowly stroke my cock. She had me so hard, I couldn't wait to feel her mouth on my cock and she didn't have me waiting too long. Taking her hand off my cock she started to lick, kiss and nibble her way up to the head of my cock, and in one motion took it deep into her mouth. I almost blew my load right there, but it felt so good I wanted it to keep going on. I could tell she had watched a lot of porn because she was sucking me and stroking me at the same time like in the movies and it was driving me nuts. Her other hand was still stroking my balls. They felt so tight that I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer unless I did something soon. For now tho I just kept enjoying her tongue and mouth massaging my cock. 

Finally I had to pull her mouth away I wanted her to keep it up but I needed to change things so I could last longer. I laid down on the top of the table and helped her up. Fuck I love 69ing and she went right at it. The site of her pussy and ass lowering down onto my face is something I'll always remember, fucking gorgeous. 

She jumped a bit when I tongued her ass but I couldn't help it. And then I went back to tonguing her pussy. It was so damn wet, even in the rain I could tell. Stiffening my tongue I started to fuck her pussy and she responded by grinding her ass into my face, trying to get my tongue deeper. Feeling her moan on my cock was amazing, she kept stroking my cock the whole time and she was so good at it, I knew if we were together again we would just be getting each other off orally but I didn't want it to end that way today. I think she was ready for me to cum because her talented mouth went to work on my cock, deep throating me and running her tongue all over my cock at the same time. I couldn't believe that I was able to hold off. I knew I was ready to fuck her but I wanted one last taste, so I grabbed her ass and got my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I wanted her on my lips for as long as I could have her. 

I think she knew I was ready to be fucked because without me saying anything she pushed herself up a bit and dragged her pussy down my body, leaving a trail of her juices, hmmmm. I had a great view between her legs as she grabbed my cock and held it straight up and lowered her pussy onto it. I wish I could spit out the words to describe how good it felt. It was like a perfect fit. Then she started with her hips. Just grinding away. I could feel her hand going between my balls and her clit, stroking her clit and milking my balls. I never felt so big and hard as I did at that moment. I held her ass in my hands as she continued to fuck me, playing with her cheeks and teasing her asshole. 

I asked her to turn around so I could suck on her nipples some more and without even getting off my cock she spun around, my eyes rolled to the back of my head when she did that. 

She kept grinding away now even more so with her clit against my pelvis and she lowered one of her tits to my mouth. Feeding me her nipple. It was rock hard and I bit onto it and sucked it hard into my mouth. Popping the one nipple out of my mouth I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down to mine. I loved kissing her. I could tell she was getting close to cumming because my balls were getting coated in her warm juices. I wanted to cum so badly right then but I had to hold off. I tried to match her grinding by pushing up and that seemed to start to set her off. First the moans in my mouth then she broke the kiss and started to swear. That was so fucking hot. Then she screamed out that she was cumming and that was enough to set me off. I pumped what felt like buckets of cum deep into her pussy. My cock was still twitching in her pussy as she laid down on me. I could still feel her pussy muscles flexing milking every last drop from my cock. Holding her tight to me all I could say was wow to her. All I could think was I hope we can do this again.



No Regrets



Author's note: This is my very first story I hope you enjoy it as is did writing it. 

I would really like to give a Very Special "Thank you" to arbenitre, after driving him crazy he still went above and beyond and took the time out of his busy schedule to edit this story for me. All feedback is welcome and I will always answer any and all questions.

Enjoy!

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"So, Gale, are you excited?" A coworker asked her.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What's the matter, starting to regret your decision?"

"I don't regret it. I've been waiting a long time for this."

"I know you have, but are you sure you're ready to give up everything? Think about all the fun you used to have and could still have. Are you sure you did everything you said you ever wanted to do?" Her coworker looked at her wistfully.

"It's funny you should say this Gale said; because the other day I was thinking about what you just said and having all the fun I had and all the crazy shit I had done. Then I thought about the one thing I said I was going to do before next week but haven't done. Otherwise, I covered everything and now it's time to move forward." Gale wondered why her friend was so persistent with this and at the same time realized she was missing something.

"You know, you still have this weekend to fulfill that one thing you haven't done or anything else you haven't done or want to do or redo, that way you have no regrets." 

"You know you're right, I should."

"Do you have any idea who could fulfill that last wish of yours?" She said with a wicked smile.

"Yea a couple of past flings comes to mind. But if I had to choose then there is only one I really want." Gale's thoughts turned inward. 

"Well you know I wish you all the luck and my best wishes for your future."

"I know." 

Gale walked down to the bus stop and waited for the bus home. 

While on the hour ride home, she gazed out the window and reflected on what her co-worker said. She thought about this being her last weekend and that she could go and do what she wanted and fulfill her last desire. But then again would it be right? As she contemplated her predicament, a single tear fell down her cheek as she thought about all that she was giving up. She wiped the tear away and said NO! I'm making the right decision and I have to go through with it. If I missed something I wanted to do then it was meant for me to miss it.

As she walked into the house she put her keys down then started to put all the gifts away. When she was done she looked around the house then she heard her friends voice in her head "You know, you still have this weekend". 

"You are right I do have this weekend and I owe it to myself!" She knew who she wanted to see and what she wanted to do and where she needed to go. She took a shower, changed out of her work clothes and was out the door within forty minutes. Out to the other side of town, to the bar they would hang out at. It was Friday and she knew he would be in. 

It was about 9:30 pm when she pulled up to the place. She walked in looked around, searching for any familiar faces. The place was crowded. As she was trying to make her way through the room she was stopped by the sound of cheers; old friends surrounded her with hugs and kisses. They were all excited; they hadn't seen her for a while. They bought her a drink and they all began to talk to her at once. 

While talking, she kept looking around the room. Not seeing the reason she came there for, she started to feel disappointed. She had just about decided to go, when she looked around the room one more time and out of the corner of her eye, found who she was looking for. He was sitting at a table way back towards the end of the bar. He had all his old friends around him. Her heart began to beat so fast that it hurt. She started to feel the heat between her legs along with the ache in her stomach and the pounding of her heart as she stood and continued talking with her friends. All she wanted to do was leave her company behind and go to him.

As she looked over at him she wished he would turn around . As if reading her mind, he slowly swiveled and glanced right at her. His blue eyes meeting hers as he smiled. Now she wanted to go to him more than anything. She took a deep breath and finished her conversation, excused herself and started walking towards him.

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Glen suddenly looked up from the group of friends he was sitting with when he heard several people at the other end of the room getting very loud. He knew someone just came in. He could see that the group was hugging and greeting this tall woman. He continued to stare at the group for a few moments. He wanted to see who this woman was but she was being semi blocked by the people that were greeting her. All he could see was the outline of the side of her body. He looked at her brownish black hair, which came just below her shoulders it was soft looking with a slight wave to it. She was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged her body and six inch heels that helped accent her long legs and firm round ass. She had on a very tight green tee shirt that molded to her very large round breast and flat stomach. Her body was hot. 

Looking at this woman made him think of someone he once knew. Oh if it could only be her, he thought. But it couldn't be her she hadn't been back in a long time and from what he heard about her he knew he would never see her again. Yet there was something about this woman that was causing a stirring inside him and only one woman could ever do that. It was causing his body to harden and his heart to race. He needed to see her face. He needed to know if it was her.

Just then Glen heard someone call his name and turned around.

"Glen to earth! Did you hear what we were just talking about??" John asked. "No! What did you say?" "We were saying that it's great we're all back together again. And how much we missed you guys. And what had caused us to all break apart in the first place." "Yea it's great that we're back together, I missed it too. But it was you who caused the fall out with all of us if I remember correctly. You were pig headed and jealous." Glen said 

"What did you expect, you where walking around with your head so far up your ass that you couldn't see how she had you wrapped around her little finger and I only wanted to protect my friend. And no one could say anything to you." 

"John, she didn't have me wrapped around her finger!"

"Yes she did. From the moment you met her you couldn't think straight. When she called you, you dropped everything and ran to her and if she said jump you asked how high. You left us and went with her whenever she showed up."

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!" His friends all shouted in unison. 

"Fuck all of you!" Then he took a drink of his beer as they all burst out in laughter.

"No! That's what you did with her all summer long. Whenever she showed up, you ran. You were her boy toy, she only needed you when she wanted you. And I bet if she showed up right now you would jump again!" "That's not true! You didn't know anything about her and you didn't know our relationship. You only saw what you wanted to see. And yes if she did show up right now I would jump I would always jump for her! What, were you Jealous of what we had?"

"Hell yeah!"

Glen was surprised at his friend's confession.

"Are you serious?"

"Yea! I was so jealous of you. I couldn't believe that you were with the hottest and sexiest piece of ass I have ever seen in my life and you where fucking her all summer long. Every time you two where together it drove me nuts. I couldn't even think straight when she was around."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"What would you have liked me to say?" John looked up, "Glen I want to FUCK your girlfriend and I'm in love with her? Oh that would have gone over really well."

"Yea I guess you're right. So that's why we had the fall out because you where in love with her?" "Yes! But that's only part of it. It killed me that she only used you as her Boy Toy and when I said something to you about it you flipped out."

"I wasn't her Boy Toy! We had a very special relationship."

"Yes you were. No matter where we were or what we were doing she showed up and you disappeared with her for at least three hours or more and sometimes never come back. When you did come back you always had that queer smile on your face for the rest of the day."

"Yea well that girl did know how to put that smile on my face and keep it there. So that's why we had that fall out Because of her?" Glen said

"Yes. And I am truly sorry that I let a girl get between our friendships." John said.

"You should be! I can't believe you broke up our friendship over a girl?" 

"Glen she wasn't just some girl. You should know that!"

"Believe me I know she wasn't just some girl, but we were best friends John. "

"Well I'm glad we're back to being friends again Glen."

"So am I!"

Just then Glen had a strange feeling to look back at the woman he'd been watching earlier. Just as he looked up she turned and looked straight at him. It was her! He looked into her green eyes and gave her the biggest smile he had as he felt his heart start to pound. Only she could make him feel this way. Glen couldn't believe his own eyes, she was really here and she was smiling at him. He watched as she was saying something to the people she was with, then hugged and kissed. She then started to walk towards him.

He watched her as she slowly made her way to him. He looked her up and down. He knew she was beautiful, but right now she was fucking gorgeous. Her breasts were even larger and fuller then they were before, she had to be close to a double D by now, her waist was smaller and her stomach was flatter, her hips curved just right. She had the perfect hour glass figure Thirty six, Twenty four, Thirty four. Her eyes were still the greenest he had ever seen. He remebered getting lost in those eyes. Her hair was dark brown almost black and went to just below her shoulders. She had a little nose that fit her perfect face. Then there were those lips. Those red delicious lips, he remembered they were so soft and sweet and did the wildest things to him. As he thought of it, she walked towards him and his cock became hard and his pants too tight. 

At that moment he realized she was here to be with him. He could see as she walked through the room towards him, every woman in that bar was envious of her and every man stopped what they were doing and turned and looked her over then watched to see where she was going or who she was meeting. He gave himself a bigger smile because he knew that everyman wished they were in his place.

When she passed everyone at his table they became quiet, as they looked up and saw her. He stood up when she was standing right in front of him. They stood there for a moment just staring into each other's eyes when Glen then slowly lifted his right hand up to her face. His finger's barely touched her skin as he brought his hand close to her face and cupped her cheek as his thumb lightly brushed her lower lip. He stepped closer to her, his hand went to the nape of her neck as his left hand wrapped around her small waist and pulled her up close to him. He lowered his head as he tilted hers up to his and their lips met. He kissed her softly first, then his tongue licked across her lips tasting her sweetness and demanding entry. She parted her lips for him and he pushed his tongue into her sweet mouth and made his tongue mingle with hers. The kiss deepened as he pulled her head and body closer to his and she wrapped her arms around his back .

They kissed for a full five to seven minutes till Glen's group of friends began to make cooing noises at them and John said "Get a room". Both breathing heavy as they broke from their kiss, glen just pulled her closer and held her in his arms. He looked around the bar as he saw the face of everyone that had watched their heated kiss. Smiles on their faces as they turned away and went back to doing what they were doing before they stopped to watch. 

Glen bent and placed a kiss on her forehead before she pulled away from him then turned and looked at everyone at the table. Glen watched as she made her way through their friends giving everyone a hug and kisses on their cheeks as she began her hellos around the table. She started with James then came Mark, then Frank, then George, as John stood up to get his hellos from her she stopped and just looked at him.Where she gave everyone else but Glen a kiss on the cheek, she took both her hands and placed them on each side of Johns face, pulled his head down and kissed him full on his lips. 

Stunned by her action and his feelings for her he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to him. He started to deepen the kiss trying to gain access to her sweet mouth when he heard Glen clear his throat.

John broke their kiss and backed away from her and his face became red as he looked at Glen. Glen pulled Gale back into his arms and sat her down into the chair right next to him.



No Regrets Ch. 01



Susan had the whole place to herself. After church she had come home. Her mother, Tracey, and Grandmother had gone to the last day of the big Flea Market. Susan adjusted the straps of her bikini and assessed her figure in the mirror. Talking to her image, she said, "If Allan doesn't like this, we need to get him to a doctor." Pivoting on her toes, she inspected her rear....the bikini bottom wasn't a thong bottom but it was awfully close to one. Looking at her nineteen-year-old, 35-24-34, 5 foot nine figure, Susan thought, "It ain't perfect, but it'll do."

As Susan went through the kitchen she picked up the pitcher of lemonade she'd made, some glasses, and carried them out to the pool. The pool was one of the above ground, rigid side pools with a wooden deck around it. Grandpa had installed it back when she and Tracey were kids. After setting everything down on one of the deck tables, she went back and got her towels and book. Susan stretched out on the lounge chair to read a little while she waited for Allan. She looked at the pool and thought of her father -- this was where he had taught her to swim when she was nine. As she thought of her father, Susan's eyes teared up so much that everything became a watery blur, she couldn't see the book's print much less read it.

My God, she thought, I feel lost. Daddy is dead, killed by a stupid drunk driver. He didn't even get to see Tracey graduate. I had to drop out of the University after my first year, and we had to sell the house and move in with Grandma -- everything is turned upside down... my whole life, it's like I'm having to begin again. Susan shut the book; she was too angry to read. They had been so happy, their future look so good, then everything changed so quickly.

One thing I learned by Daddy's death, I'm going to take my happiness when I can - you never know when it will be snatched away from you. She recalled the interview she had seen on a morning show shortly after her father was killed - it was an interview of an old woman on her birthday, 100 years old. When asked what she regretted about her life, she replied, "I don't regret anything I did, my only regrets are the things I didn't do because I was too damn conventional or too concerned about what people would say or think." That, thought Susan, is a good concept to live by - I'm going to make sure I don't have those same regrets when I get old.

Jimmy was a good example. Her friends had helped her get through that first month, especially Jimmy. Susan thought of the friends she had left behind when they moved to the farm, she missed them - here the closest neighbor was over three miles away. Since they didn't have the money for her to go back to the University, she and Tracey were going to enroll at the small Tri-County Junior College here, find part-time jobs and try to save some money.

Susan took a deep breath and wiped at her eyes to clear away the half-formed tears. She thought about that last night with Jimmy and how sweet it had been. They both knew she was leaving in the morning and that it was their last time together. Susan remembered how Jimmy had kissed her and how she had returned those kisses trying to drag his tongue as deep into her mouth as she could. . Susan smiled as she remembered Jimmy's reaction when she stood up and took off her blouse and then her bra.

"What if your mother and Tracey come back," asked Jimmy?

"They're at my aunt's place...they'll call before they leave....it's over an hours drive from there. Don't you like my breasts... on our last night you ought to get to see them and kiss them if you want to." She sat down facing him with a hand under each breast, pointing her nipples at him like two target-seeking missiles.

"I love them -- you are so beautiful Susan, I ...."

Susan pulled his head down to her breast and let her nipple shut off his words. Jimmy immediately began to tongue and suck on the hardening nipple as Susan pulled his mouth tight against her tit. His hand massaged the neglected nipple and Susan could feel it grow harder as he tweaked it with his fingers. Susan could feel her pussy lips begin to tingle and feel the dampness in her panties as her pussy reacted to Jimmy's vigorous sucking. Her nipples were so hard that they ached.

She slid her hand to his belt buckle, quickly undoing it, and then unsnapped his pants opening his zipper in almost one motion. Pulling his jockey shorts down, Susan freed his prick and as it sprang out, hard and at full erection, she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke. They had done this many times, heavy petting, and Susan had even tasted his cum once. "God," said Susan, "you're really hard tonight...and so hot. Tonight, I'm going to suck you....really suck you. Would you like that?"

Letting her nipple go for a moment, Jimmy replied, "I'd love it...you know that. Susan, I love you and I want you. I want to really make love to you."

"It's our last night. Why not make it one to really remember." Jumping up she pulled Jimmy up, "Let's get up to my room before I tear those clothes off you."

Jimmy quickly followed her upstairs and they began to strip their clothes off, flinging them around the room. Susan turned and posed for him nude, with both arms raised in a 'V,' pulling her tits taut and erect. Jimmy stared at the beautiful figure before him and with awe in voice said, "My God Susan, you are fantastic."

Susan stretched out her arm and grasped Jimmy's hard prick in her hand and gently pulled him to her and they sank down onto the bed. She gently rubbed his prick and then leaned over him and began to lick the drops of pre-cum oozing out of the head his prick. She ran her tongue down the underside of his prick to his balls and teased them with her tongue. Running her tongue back up to the head of his prick, she began to probe the slit in the head of his prick with the tip of her tongue...wanting to get that last drop of pre-cum....wanting to get as much as she could -- not letting that last drop escape.

This was too much for Jimmy and his hips jerked and his prick began to spout cum like liquid projectiles. The first spurt hit Susan on her cheek just below her left eye, the second one on her chin, and then she got her mouth on the head of his prick and let the rest pour into her throat. She slid her lips down his shaft until she could feel the head of his pulsing prick against the back of her throat as he pumped out shot after shot of warm cum. Jimmy moaned as Susan kept sucking him until she had sucked him dry, then she slid her lips up his body leaving a trail of saliva and cum until she got to his lips and kissed him, tonguing his mouth as deep as she could letting him taste his own cum.

Susan smiled to herself as she remembered how embarrassed Jimmy had been at coming so quickly -- it had been a first time for her to tongue him to a climax and swallow his cum.

"Susan, I didn't ... I mean I couldn't stop. I was so hard I thought I would burst and then I started cumming and ..," Jimmy stopped, watching Susan as she took her finger and raked up the first large glob of cum off her cheek and then the second one off her chin....then sticking out her tongue, she raked the large glob of cum onto the top of her tongue. Still holding out her tongue, she pulled Jimmy to her and slid her cum laden tongue into his mouth, letting him suck his own cum off her imitation of a small prick. Susan could feel his cock twitch and stiffen, as he tasted his own cum on her probing tongue. Her pussy was tingling and as Jimmy's fingers groped for her velvet slit she could hear the squishing sound made by her pussy juices as his finger slid in and out her cunt. She and Jimmy had never gone 'all the way', but tonight she wanted him more than she ever had before. She humped his finger trying to drive it in as deep as she could, wanting even more.

"I want you in me, I want you to make love to me, now," she gasped as she arched her back to get his fingers even deeper into her. He crawled between her legs and Susan grasped his prick and rubbed the head vigorously over her clit getting it good and slick. Then she guided it into her pussy and thrust her hips up to him getting the head of his prick well into her tunnel of love. Jimmy began to thrust, felt the resistance of her maidenhead, and then he was through, buried to his full length in a tight, hot, moist, heavenly pussy. Susan began to thrust her hips and Jimmy began to stroke his prick in and out of that tight tunnel. As their movements began to get into synch, Susan began to moan softly.

Startled, Jimmy stopped, his prick buried deep within her, "Is it hurting?"

"No -- No Don't stop... it feels great," and Susan wrapped her legs around his the back of his upper thighs and began to thrust her hips into his as she pulled him into her with her legs. "Deep...Fuck me as deep as you can..."

He began to stroke his prick almost out of her and then ram it all the way in to meet the upward thrust of her hips. She curled her legs tighter around his thighs and grasped his buttocks with each hand, trying to pull him into her cunt, arching her hips up as high as she could, loving the way his prick seemed to reach deep into her throbbing pussy. Jimmy began to stroke and then pause, stroke and pause until neither of them could stand it any longer. "Oh, fuck me Jimmy...fuck me hard," moaned Susan, and they began to pick up the pace until they were both beginning to moan softly and then Susan yelled, "NOW...NOW...NOW," and Jimmy gave a loud groan as his prick began to erupt for the second time tonight. Susan's pussy kept squeezing his prick as though she was trying wring every last drop of cum out of his balls. They slowly collapsed into each others arms and just lay still enjoying the afterglow and feeling truly joined together as his prick slowly soften in her cum drenched pussy.

Susan had not realized it but as she day dreamed about that last night with Jimmy, she had slipped her hand under her bikini bottom and was slowly fingering her clit. She snapped out of her daydreams when she felt a rush of moisture to her pussy. "Oh damn," she muttered, "if I'm not careful I'll be ready to rape Allan when he gets here."

Glancing at her watch, she thought, "He should be here in a few minutes." Being Sunday, he had to go in to feed and exercise the animals in the kennel. Allan had just completed his second year at the Junior College and worked as an assistant to the local vet. He was going to transfer to the State University in the fall. Susan had met him when she took her grandmother's dog, Rudy, in for his shots last week.

Susan smiled to herself as she thought of their dates, the first one Monday evening had been a movie and then a trip to the Roller Rink....she had not roller skated since she was a small kid, but she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Then they had gone out Wednesday night, bowling and then played Putt-Putt golf. Friday night they had gone to dinner and a music concert at the Junior College. Susan thought, "I expected him to try and neck or least kiss me on that first date, but he didn't, he was a perfect gentleman....he didn't even try on the second date." When he walked her to the door Friday night, she could tell he was debating whether or not to try. She smiled and remembered how they had stood there, almost toe to toe, on that dark porch facing each other. She had raised her arms and put them around his neck lacing her fingers together, as she told him how much she had enjoyed the concert. The goodnight kiss just followed naturally.

"Actually," she thought, "it more like a half-dozen goodnight kisses." She smiled as she remembered how good the kisses had been....how quickly his kisses had aroused her...she knew they got to Allan, she had felt his erection pressing against her as they kissed....she had literally soaked her panties with her pussy juices. That night as she lay in bed fingering her pussy, she tried to imagine how it would feel if it were Allan's prick....not her two fingers. She wondered what Allan was doing....if he was lying in bed stroking his cock, thinking about her....he certainly had an erection, a big one from the way it felt pressing against her. Finally, after a less than fully satisfactory orgasm, she had been able to go to sleep.

Susan heard the sound of Allan's car as he pulled up to the detached garage about 20 yards from the pool. She got up, waved and went to meet him.

"Hi," called Allan, "where do you want me to put these?" indicating the two bags of dog food. As he watched Susan coming toward him, he thought, "Lord, she is beautiful."

"Oh, just inside the garage will be fine," replied Susan. Susan watched him unload the 50 pound bags.....he looked good, almost six feet tall, well built, with light brown, almost blonde, hair -- he reminded her of some of the old pictures she had seen of John Wayne when he was young. He was wearing a polo T-shirt and white tennis shorts with sneakers sans socks.

"I thought you might be later getting here," said Susan taking his hand as they started toward the pool.

"To be honest about it, I hurried things up. I cut the exercise period a little short."

Susan had stopped on the first step up to the pool deck, making her about the same height as Allan, she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm glad you did....now we'll have that much more time together."

Susan had spread a couple of beach towels on the deck -- it was more fun lying next to one another. Susan poured them each a glass of lemonade while Allan took off his polo shirt and shoes, and then they stretched out on the towels. As they chatted about school, hopes, experiences, Allan propped himself up on one elbow so he could look into Susan's eyes....then he leaned down and kissed her... she felt his tongue probing at her lips, she opened her lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him to her, returning his kisses. Susan could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen and push against her bra....when Allan's arm brush against one of her nipples, rubbing it against her bra material, she let out a small gasp. Susan kissed Allan back, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth....as Allan began to suck on her tongue she could feel a wetness spreading through out her pussy as she responded to him.

When they broke, Susan said, "I like that....but lets not rush. Come on, let's get in the pool and cool down."

"I don't have any trunks with me. If I get my shorts wet, I won't have anything to wear."

Susan laughed, "I don't think any of my suits will fit you. You're wearing briefs aren't you?....that's practically the same thing the swim teams wear....wear those, you can always wear your shorts without them."

"But what if your mother or Grandmother comes home?" asked Allan.

"They went to the Flea Market in Springdale....they won't be home till 4 or 5 o'clock," said Susan, jumping into the pool.

"Well....I guess....if you'll turn around, I'll do it."

"Okay," said Susan as she slowly turned away from him. Out the corner of her eyes she could barely see him as he stripped off his tennis shorts....he had on briefs, but they were men's bikini briefs, little more than a jock strap....his erection looked like a tent pole under them. Hearing the splash as Allan jumped in, Susan turned around and drifted over to him....Allan's face was blazing red with embarrassment. Susan stood up, the water was only 5 feet deep in the pool, and put her arms around his neck.

"Allan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you....I wouldn't ever do that." She pulled him to her and kissed him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her back. As they kissed, Susan felt his prick spring to full erection poking into her stomach, barely being contained by his bikini briefs.

"I'm not embarrassed, Susie, I just blush real easy....especially around some one as pretty as you are. I've never been real good around girls...too tongue tied and bashful.....I never seem to say or do the right thing."

"You seem to be doing okay right now," whispered Susan. She could feel Allan trying to hold his lower body further away from her.....dropping her arms down around his lower back she pulled him to her, feeling his prick press into her abdomen as she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Suddenly, she could feel his prick against her skin; pressed between them it had escaped the restrictions of his briefs. The reaction in her cunt startled her - she felt like her pussy was melting, melting with desire. She hugged him tighter, pushing her pelvis against him. Allan responded immediately, kissing her back just as vigorously. "Ohhh Allan, that feels so good," moaned Susan. "You're doing just fine."

Breaking the embrace, Susan laughed, "We got in to cool off....I think things got hotter than ever. Let's get back on the deck."

When Allan hesitated to get out, Susan handed him one of the small towels, saying, "Here, use this.....I'll turn my back."

They were lying on the beach towels, Susan on her back, Allan beside her on his stomach. Susan slid over closer and got more under him so she was looking up into his face. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.....Susan put her arms around his neck and rolled her body into him so that they were lying on their sides....her tits pressed against his chest....his erection pressing against her. Reaching behind her, Susan pulled the bow, to untie her bikini bra, letting her tits spring free....taking Allan's hand she placed his hand over her breast, her stiff hard nipple sticking into the palm of his hand.

Sliding her hand down his chest to his waist, she pulled away the towel and slipped her hand into his briefs grasping his hard prick. It was larger than she had expected....the head, with its soft satiny skin, was the size of a large plum...as she slid her hand down his shaft, she could feel the veins standing out on his shaft like bas-relief on a 3-D map....her hand reached the base of his prick, barely able to encircle it....she felt the soft wet mass of hair as she slid her hand lower to cup and fondle his balls and stroke his scrotum. Allan, moaned softly against her lips, "Oohhhh, Susie.....Susieee," as he massaged and tweaked her hard, stiff nipple.

Susan grabbed the front of his briefs, forcing them down, she totally freed his prick, letting it spring free....poking between her thighs, searching for her pussy. Opening her thighs, she let his prick slip between them as she squeezed her legs together trapping the hard, hot, throbbing prick between her thighs. She felt Allan's hand slide into the front of her bikini bottom and gasped as he cupped her pussy in his hand, letting one finger slide between her drenched pussy lips. She unsnapped the sides and pulled the bottom completely away....leaving her pussy open for Allan's fingers.

"OHhhh God, Allan, that feels good," murmured Susan.

"I want to taste you, Susie, " said Allan, as he began to kiss his way down her body.

He swung his body around and as Allan began to probe her pussy with his tongue, Susan lowered her mouth to his prick and licked the large drop of pre-come seeping from the slit in the head of his prick.....it tasted sweet. "OH Allan," she moaned as she felt his lips squeeze her clit and then felt his tongue rapidly flicking over her engorged love button. "Oh God, that feels good...so good."

She let her lips slip around the head of his cock and took him into her mouth. She took him as deep into her throat as she could, choking as his prick filled her throat. She held him deep in her throat until she had to withdraw, as she drew back she sucked on his prick, as though it were a huge straw. She heard Allan moan into her pussy as she reached the sensitive head and vigorously attacked it with her tongue. She could feel his legs tremble as she tongued around the crown of his prick and then holding his cock against his stomach, ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft and holding his balls to one side gently massaging them, tongued his scrotum as hard as she could. She slid her lips and tongue back up his shaft...over the head of his prick and took him deep into her mouth.




No Regrets Ch. 01



Author's Comments: It's been a while since I posted anything. Please don't be too hard on me for this one. It was incredibly hard to select a category for the story since there's several chapters and each of them seemed to go in a different direction. Please vote, and please leave a comment and tell me what you like or don't like. Thanks for reading my story. 

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Standing in Deb's kitchen that Monday morning, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs as I looked out at the hot tub on their deck. Standing there, my mind went back to Saturday night when the four of us, Deb and her husband, and my fiancé and me, relaxed in the warm, bubbly water after our dinner. I felt myself start to blush as I recalled how Alex, my fiancé, casually reached behind my back and unfastened the top of my bikini, and how I shamelessly sat there while it slid slowly down my arms and into the water swirling around us. 

I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering how it felt to be exposed in front of them with my petite breasts on display. At first, it was terrifying, but when Deb gave me a reassuring look, I sat up taller so they could see my breasts better. 

It had been an amazing night. The dinner was fabulous, and Dale, Deb's husband, kept our glasses full with the frozen margaritas he'd mixed up. Believe me, by the time we got into the hot tub, none of us was feeling any pain. After a while, somehow we got on the subject of sex, and when Dale mentioned they usually got into their hot tub naked, Alex and I looked at each other and smiled.

"What's so funny?" Deb asked as Alex and I chuckled together. 

"Oh, it's nothing." I said, reaching for my margarita, unable to keep from smiling. 

"Come on." Deb urged. "What's so funny?"

"She has this fantasy......." Alex answered, grinning over at me, "....being naked in front of people. You know, being an exhibitionist."

At that exact moment, I could have shot Alex right between the eyes. And, to make matters worse, when I turned to give him a stern look, he hunched his shoulders and said, "Well honey, you know it's true."

"Sally, no one can see us in here." Dale said, coming to Alex's rescue. "Feel free....."

"I do it all the time." Deb interrupted, quite matter-of-factly. "It's perfectly safe. That's why we put up the privacy fence around the hot tub, and we wouldn't mind at all."

It was that short interchange of words that caused Alex to boldly reach behind me and twist open the clasp of my top.

The next few seconds were like an out of body experience for me. The feelings of horror were replaced with excitement and desire as my wet top loosened and fell away from my chest. Without thinking, I'd lifted my arms out of the water a few inches, wiggled my shoulders and simply let my top slide off, leaving me sitting there in front of the three of them, bare chested with a very prominent set of rock hard nipples.

They all looked at my breasts, and when it was clear that Deb wasn't upset with me, I pulled my shoulders back and casually sat there, letting them look, wanting them to look. I vividly recall how gratifying it was to feel their eyes on me, and how deliciously vulnerable I felt. Alex was right, I was an exhibitionist. 

Altogether, it was a glorious feeling, and I was basking in the memory of it all when I was shaken back to reality as Deb walked up next to me carrying two mugs of coffee.

"It was a pretty crazy night, huh?" Deb said, handing me one of the mugs and smiling.

"Yeah, I guess it was." I answered. 

Deb made her way to her kitchen table, and gestured for me to have a seat with her. I hadn't known her that long; in fact, this was only the third time I'd been to her house. Dale and Alex had been golfing buddies for well over a year now, and Dale had been over to our apartment many times on their golf days. He'd come by in the morning and pick up Alex on the way to the golf course and then drop him back by the apartment five or six hours later. Dale sometimes hung around for a while, and they'd tell me how they mastered the golf course that day, or how well the new fairway driver worked. 

Dale reminded me of my father, with his sophisticated and confident style. With a slight touch of grey at his temples, he always looked so dapper in his khaki golf pants and polo shirts. Alex played in his jeans and a t-shirt, but, Dale never seemed to mind. When I saw the two of them together, they were always laughing it up, slapping each other on the back and congratulating each other over their conquest of the course that day. 

"So," Deb asked, looking over the table at me, "Does he have any regrets?"

I looked at her with a quizzical expression, unsure of what she was referring to.

"You know, Alex, " Deb added, "from the other night in the hot tub when he..... uh....."

I felt myself blush as it came back to me; how Deb jokingly asked Alex what his fantasies were once my top had been fished out of the water and tossed out of reach. When he didn't answer, I answered for him -- pay back for what he'd done to me.

"Oh, yeah." I quickly chimed in. "He loves to masturbate. He's always talking about how he'd love to jerk himself off in front of another woman."

The second I said it, both Deb and I broke into a fit of laughter. But, the best part came when Deb leaned forward, looked Alex right in the eye and said, "Well, here I am."

No one was more shocked than I was. The look on Deb's face was calm, and when she glanced over at me and then back at Alex, I could see she was serious.

"Go ahead." Deb said to him with a sincere look on her face. "If it's really your fantasy, and if Sally doesn't mind, I'd be honored to watch you masturbate."

By that time, I'd had just enough to drink to scoot over right next to Alex and whisper in his ear. "It's okay if you want to do it." I said. "I won't get mad."

Alex just sat there, stunned as he could be, and he didn't say a single word. After a few seconds, he looked at me as if to silently ask if he'd heard me right -- if I'd really just given him permission to play with his cock in front of another woman. 

Rather than answer his silent question, I stood up in the hot tub and pulled him up off the seat so he was standing next to me. Then, looking up at him, I told him I loved him and pulled him a couple of feet foot across the hot tub, stopping him when he was directly in front of Deb. Then, without any hesitation, I reached for the waistband of his swimming trunks and pushed them down to his knees.

I saw his body shudder for a moment, but he didn't reach down to cover himself. He looked first at me, and then at Dale and Deb. Before he could say a word, I reached out for his hand and moved it to his penis and told him to enjoy himself, adding, "Do it, Sweetheart. You know you want to and we all want to see you do it."

I stepped to the side for a moment and then sat down next to Deb. Alex was still standing there, right in front of Deb with his cock in his hand, and he was starting to get hard. 

"Don't be afraid." Deb said softly. "Honestly, I'd love to see you masturbate, Alex. You can even cum for me..... just do it right in the water, it'll be fine."

Everyone was silent as Alex began to slowly stroke himself. The only sounds any of us heard was the hum of the hot tub pump and the sounds of a wet penis being masturbated. He closed his eyes for several seconds as he got all the way hard, and once he was fully erect, I heard Deb whisper something to Dale, and from that point on, both of their eyes were locked on Alex's erection as he worked his tool.

As I watched my fiancé masturbate, I periodically looked over at Deb and Dale, who were both transfixed by what was happening in front of them. Deb was staring at Alex's hardness, sitting no more than a foot away from him, and it was obvious to me this was no longer a matter of her being a friendly enablement for my fiancé's lewd fantasy. The look in her eyes told me she was fully involved and awestruck by Alex's long, rigid pole. 

And, Alex was very hard, that's for sure. I mean, really hard. The kind of hard he gets when I'm freshly shaven, lying on the bed in my see through panties with my legs pulled all the way up and back. I was proud of him, and as I sat next to Deb, I looked over at Dale for a moment and he was staring at Alex, too. 

The next few minutes were like a loosely constructed porn movie, with Deb softly moaning, encouraging Alex and watching his cock as he jerked himself in front of her. 

"Oh, Gawd." Deb sighed, almost silently. "You don't have to hurry, Alex. Take as much time as you want. This is way too good to rush." 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Deb's left arm move toward her husband and disappear under the water close to Dale's crotch. A few seconds later, Dale shifted around in his seat and it was clear to me she'd reached over to feel her husband's cock while she was watching my fiancé jack his own.

It was a surreal experience -- watching my fiancé stroke himself in front of Deb and Dale. My own hand sank under the water and pressed at the top of my slit over my bikini bottoms, and as I sat there watching the way Alex jacked himself in front of Deb, I found myself wishing she'd reach out and touch his throbbing erection; almost trying to will her to wrap her hand around his tool and bring him off with her own hands.

Sadly, Alex didn't last much longer after that. He started breathing hard and trying to keep himself stable in the thigh high churning water of the hot tub. I recognized the signs when he was about to cum, and I could remember how euphoric I felt when the first spurt of his ejaculation sent a huge ribbon of cum soaring across the water, splattering less than an inch away from Deb's chest. 

I watched as globs of thick, white semen erupted from my fiancé's penis; semen that would normally be inside my mouth or my vagina. We all watched as Alex pumped blob after blob of cum into the stirring water of the hot tub. It was nothing short of amazing and remarkable, and apparently, Alex's performance made a huge impression on Deb.

I took a drink of my coffee and looked over across the kitchen table at her. "He's been on some kind of supercharged sexual high since then." I finally replied to her question. "He wanted to have sex the instant we got inside the front door that night. Then, he woke me up at five the next morning and wanted to do it again, and wanted it two more times through the day on Sunday, and then again this morning before he left for work. So, no." I answered her directly. "I don't think he has any regrets."

Deb picked up her coffee mug, held it with both hands and took a sip. "Dale's been the same way." She said softly. "Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not complaining."

"What I mean is....." Deb continued, her face taking on a slight blush, "he's not nearly as large as Alex is, but, it's been nice to see him as excited as he's been."

There was an uncomfortable moment between Deb and me when we both realized we were comparing the size of our lover's cocks. But, when she looked down at the table, and then peered up at me over the rim of her coffee cup, I knew what she was going to ask next.

"How does it feel?" Deb asked, softly. "When Alex is inside you? Does it hurt?" "No." I replied, breaking into an understanding smile. "It doesn't hurt. It's definitely different, though. We have to go slow at first and he has to wait until I'm pretty wet."

Deb started to say something, but then stopped as if she'd changed her mind. For a full minute, we exchanged glances with each other as we sipped our coffee, and as each second passed, I realized this part of the conversation wasn't over.

Finally, she set her coffee down, placed her hands together and told me the reason she'd invited me over this morning was to tell me something. "I know we haven't known each other very long, but, with as close Dale and Alex seem to be getting, I felt it was fair we had this conversation, especially after the hot tub."

"I'm not following you." I answered.

"You know how we were talking about fantasies the other night?" Deb asked.

I nodded my head and told her I remembered, and after I did, she settled back into her chair and said, "Dale's always had this fantasy of watching me have sex with another man, a man with a large penis. And, I think he's seeing your Alex as that man, Sally." 

She went on to tell me that after the other night in the hot tub, Dale seemed to think Alex's cock was exactly what he had in mind for her. She said she knew her husband well enough to know he might start dreaming up a way to make it happen, and she wanted me to be aware of that. I couldn't help but feel offended. The words she used made it sound like I should just accept the fact it was going to happen and tell her it was okay to fuck my fiancé. But, Deb immediately picked up on my annoyance and reached her hand out to touch mine.

"Sally, I invited you over to tell you this so you would know what was happening." Deb said. "I'd never want to get between another man and woman, but I know how Dale can be when he wants something. He can be quite convincing and he's a pro at creating situations to get what he wants. I wouldn't underestimate his ability to talk Alex into it." My anger had subsided a little, and as I sat there. I very much appreciated Deb's courage to invite me over and tell me what she thought was unfolding in Dale's mind. 

"So, he wants to watch you and Alex have sex?" I asked. "Like a voyeur or something?"

"Well," Deb said, hesitating, "to be honest, it's a little more than that."

Deb looked uncomfortable for a few seconds as she took a sip of her coffee. I gave her a curious look and waited for her to finish speaking. "He'd like to be involved and participate." She finally said. "Maybe some mutual touching if Alex was okay with it. He seems to be a little curious about Alex's big penis."

I tried very hard to sit there and seem like what I'd just heard her say didn't both shock and excite me. Up until this time, I was just being polite, but upon hearing Dale was interested in some mutual guy exploration, my motivation for staying changed.

"And you?" I calmly asked. "Where are you with this? Be honest with me."

"Sally, I've never quite understood why Dale has this thing about wanting to watch me have sex with another man." Deb began. "But, I'm not going to deny the fact that I'd love a chance to feel Alex's penis inside me, especially if I knew I had my husband's blessing. And, if it would help satisfy Dale's fantasy at the same time, I would do it."

Very calmly, Deb took several minutes to explain to me that Dale had always been enough for her. But, from the moment she saw Alex's cock in the hot tub Saturday night, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it would feel sliding in and out of her, or how happy it would make her husband to finally have his fantasy come true. Apparently Dale brought it up numerous times after we left, even asking her point blank if she'd like to feel Alex's big cock pumping in and out of her. But, that wasn't all.

Dale wanted to be there from start to finish, and Deb was astonished to hear Dale say he was curious about how Alex's cock would feel in his hands. Deb told me she literally blushed a deep red when Dale confessed he might want to try sucking Alex for a few minutes to get him hard, and then be the one to guide Alex's cock into his wife's vagina. 

Deb went on and on, telling me the things Dale said to her -- the nasty, lewd things he'd like to see them do together and how he'd like to be involved. She said her heart almost stopped beating when she heard Dale say he wanted to get between her legs and lick her clean after Alex came inside her pussy. 

The look on my face must have been the look of complete shock, because when Deb stopped talking, she looked at me and called my name as if I was in some kind of trance. What she didn't know, though, was that I was envisioning a different scene -- a scene where a very willing Alex was more than happy to be evenly shared between the two of them, and a scene where I'd finally get a chance to see Alex with another guy, a fantasy of my own that had captivated me for a long time.

"Everything we're saying remains private, right?" I asked. "Just between the two of us?"

"Of course." Deb answered. "Dale would probably hit the roof if he knew I just told you he wanted to suck Alex's penis."

"Okay, then." I replied. "Just between us, I'm fairly sure Alex would be open to this with some encouragement from me. He went through a bi-curious phase in college and has done things with guys before. Sometimes we talk about it.... he likes to tease me with little details because he knows the idea of seeing two guys together turns me on. I flat out told him I'd love to watch him and another guy touch each other's cocks."

"Gawd," Deb said, "I'm almost ashamed to say this, but, I wouldn't mind seeing that myself, and, being the centerpiece of a three way with the two of them."

"Four way." I said, correcting her. "I doubt Alex would go for it if he had to do it behind my back, but, if he and I are both involved, I bet it could happen. Think about it, Deb," I said, pausing for a second, "it's actually the perfect solution for all of us. We'd all get to live out our fantasies in a way that's safe for everyone. You'll get to feel what it's like to have a big penis inside you and Dale will get to see his wife fucked by another man right in front of his eyes. Alex will get the enjoyment of being inside another woman that's hot for him. And, if Alex and Dale get together at all, so much the better for all of us."

"You're really suggesting we do something like this?" Deb asked.

"Sure. It's not like any of us would be cheating on our mates." I answered. "Everyone gets what they want, it's all out in the open and no one gets hurt. What could be better?"

"The only thing is," I added, "we have to let the guys think it's their idea."

"Oh, I don't think that's going to be a problem on my end." Deb giggled. "Dale's probably already scheming something up."

"Okay," I replied, "then just let him do whatever he's going to do. Get him to tell you about his fantasy some more -- see if you can get him to talk about what he'd like to see, and do if we all wound up in a bedroom together. Find out how far he'd let you and Alex go, and see if he'll be specific about what he'd like to do with Alex. You don't have to seem agreeable to any of it yet; just don't be negative about it. Let him think there's a chance it could happen and maybe he'll open up a little more." 

"In the mean time, I'll start working on Alex." I added. "He's usually pretty open with me and I'll find out if he's got any interest in doing anything with Dale, how he feels about you, and test the waters about me and Dale together."

Deb's eyes shot open and she immediately turned her head and looked directly at me. "You and Dale?" Deb asked, obviously surprised at what I said.

"Is that off limits?" I asked.

I honestly think Deb never considered the fact that I might want to enjoy some penetration along with the pleasure of seeing Alex and Dale playing with each other. But, in the few seconds we looked at each other, she seemed to silently accept the fact that if I was going to share my fiancé with her, she ought to be willing to share Dale with me. 

"I....uh, guess that's fair." Deb answered, although I think she said it reluctantly. 

"Does he like anal sex?" I asked.

Deb's face went completely blank and I wondered if I'd just asked the wrong question. 

"He's brought it up before, but, I don't do that." She replied, turning her face away from me. Then, looking back, she added, "I know some women can, but, I just can't. We've tried, but, I can't bring myself to let him do that to me."




No Regrets Ch. 01



"Deb, I hear what you're saying, but, I love anal sex." I said to her. "Unfortunately, it's not very comfortable for me with Alex because of his size. If Dale isn't as big, maybe it'll be a nice gift I can give to him, and be something I can really enjoy for a change."

"I'm sure he'd probably like that." She answered. "If that's something you want to do, I guess its okay. Maybe he'll quit bugging me about it."

"It's settled, then." I said, boldly. "The first thing I need to do is get Alex thinking about you in a sexual way, and the easiest way to do that is through your panties."

"My panties?" Deb asked, curiously smiling at me.

"You heard right." I answered. "Your panties. This weekend when they play golf, I'll convince Alex he ought to drive for a change. And, when he comes over to pick Dale up, you need to find a way to let him innocently stumble across a pair of your panties."

"Sally, please tell me you're not serious." She begged.

"Deb, Alex has a major panty fetish." I replied. "As soon as he sees a pair of your panties, or even hears you say the word 'Panties', he's going to immediately get a hard-on and start thinking about you sexually. He can't help it -- he's wired like that." 

I told her if she really wanted to capture Alex's attention, she needed to leave a pair of her worn, wet panties in a place where he could casually find them, or see them. "I guarantee he'll try to pick them up to see what you smell like. If you make that happen, I promise you he'll have a throbbing erection in his pants anytime he's around you." 

Now, it was Deb's turn to sit there with a stunned look on her face. But, she got over it soon enough, and over the next hour, we put our heads together and began to craft a plan that would move Dale and Alex into a position where they'd never be able to resist us when the time came. 

She agreed she'd find a way to get Dale to tell her more about his fantasy, and told me she'd come up with a way for Alex to find her panties. I agreed to start working on Alex. I knew I'd have to go gently, but, I had some ideas on how to get started.

To be continued... 



No Regrets Ch. 01



This story has been a labour of love for me. I had requested the help of editors but non seemed to want to commit to helping me so I was left with no other choice than to self edit.

The basic theme of the story has a connection to my own experiences although the story it self is pure fiction. Any similarities to anyone living or deceased is purely coincidental.

I hope you enjoy. 

Chapter 1 -- Caring for Donald

London had just woken up and people were bustling about in the rush hour. It amused Tommy that he was just coming home when everyone else was starting work. He was on his way home after a night caring for a sick elderly woman and he was tired. That was his job, he was a carer, not working in a home but for the rich and elite who could afford care at home. Tommy liked it, it paid well and as a fully qualified nurse he got a better rate.

As he continued his journey home it's then he saw him, a young man in his twenties walking his way. He was slim with jet black hair, his jawline strong and defined. His mouth featured a set of plump rose coloured lips framed by a pair of dimples that would most definitely become more pronounced when he smiled. His eye's were like dark brown pools that seemed to draw you in as they glistened in the sun. To Tommy it was the most handsome face he had ever seen, well, since his first love. 

Their eyes locked and neither of them could look away as they passed, it was as though they recognised each other. Tommy definitely had the distinct feeling they had met before.

It wasn't unusual for Tommy to attract attention, he still looked good for his age and at forty one, most would say early thirties. His natural blond hair was soft and his boyish looks often courted the interest of both male and female alike. His body was still lean too, he hadn't put on an ounce of fat throughout his life. It always flattered Tommy that he would receive such interest but he never paid it much attention, until now.

They were both lost in their stare at each other when the young man slammed into a lamppost. Tommy gasped as the young man fell on his back. Tommy ran over.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Ow!" The young man cried holding his hand on his forehead.

"Let me see," Tommy said and pulled the hand from his face. Blood poured from a fairly large cut.

"Ooh, thats nasty. Come with me, I can clean that up for you. I'm a nurse. My apartment is just round the corner," Tommy suggested.

"Thanks," the young man said as Tommy helped him to his feet.

This was a first for Tommy, he never ever invited strange men back to his apartment but there was something about this guy that was so familiar.

Inside, the young man sat on a couch holding a handkerchief to his head. Tommy appeared with a bottle of antiseptic and dressings. He dabbed the cut with cotton buds, the young man yelped from the stinging.

"What's your name?" Tommy asked.

"Thomas."

"Really? It's not often I meet someone with the same na..." He trailed off as a feeling of deja-vue overwhelmed him, "wait, we've met before, haven't we?"

"Yes, this isn't the first time you've rescued me."

"I'd hardly call it a rescue," Tommy suddenly remembered, "It was years ago, you were being chased by some other kids."

"That's right," Thomas replied, "Ten years to be precise, I was fourteen. You were very kind to me, as you are being now."

Tommy laughed, "It's my job, I'm a..."

"Nurse, yes, you said already."

"You never did tell me why they were chasing you."

"Because they found out I was, er, am gay."

Tommy looked at him a little shocked, he'd never met anyone so open and confident about their sexuality before, but then again this was London in the sixties and times were changing fast.

Tommy studied the young man in front of him, those large brown eyes seemed to draw him in, almost hypnotise him. Suddenly he felt an attraction that he hadn't felt for years. His head became light, his heart raced and he got an erection, he was very very hard. He knew, however, he would never let anything happen between them, he was celibate and that's how he wanted it to stay. He was never going to let go of that first love he had when he was younger, no one will ever take that away from him.

As he knelt in front of Thomas he felt the air become sexually charged with his confession.

"That's a bold thing to admit to a stranger," Tommy said nervously.

"I don't consider you a stranger," Thomas replied, "you were so nice to me I knew it would be ok to tell you. Besides it's not illegal anymore."

Tommy knew what he was referring to, the year was 1967 and just that week the UK government had made sex between men legal. "Yes but there are still a lot of people out there that don't understand."

"True."

They fell silent for a while as Tommy cleaned Thomas's cut. Thomas looked around, "So, are you married?"

"Are you hitting on me?" Tommy teased.

Thomas blushed, "No I'm not, honest, it's just that I see you're wearing a wedding ring."

"Oh, yeah, I wear it to keep stalkers like you away."

Thomas laughed but he seemed to be really happy to hear that Tommy was not married. As he laughed Tommy noticed his eyes seemed to sparkle, his dimples deepen and his perfect white teeth dazzle him. It reminded him of his first love.

"Have you ever been married?" Thomas asked.

"Almost, but I chickened out at the last minute."

Thomas's mood changed from joy to sadness, surprising Tommy somewhat.

"Why?"

"Well I just didn't think I was ready," Tommy said using his stock answer for anyone that ever enquired into his marital status.

"Or is it because you loved someone else?"

Tommy gazed at the young man in shock, how could he have possibly known? He seemed to be very very perceptive.

"Well now you mention it there was someone else." Tommy smiled.

"A man?" Thomas asked beaming.

Tommy almost fell back on his ass. "What?"

"I know you're gay."

Tommy choked, "I-I-I'm sorry?"

"I knew you were gay the moment I met you, especially the way you looked at me in the street earlier."

Tommy placed a dressing over Thomas's cut, "Well that's as maybe but I don't go sleeping around with just anyone you know." He snapped. In fact he didn't sleep around with anyone full stop.

"Neither do I you know. I really am not trying to hit on you."

Tommy felt a bit silly about being on the defensive, "No, of course not." he said as he cleaned the rest of the blood from Thomas's face.

Thomas look around the room, "Nice place you have here."

"Took years to get it like this."

Thomas noticed a photograph of a man holding a baby, it's in a frame, but the edges of the photo were singed. He studied it in his hands.

"Where did you get this photo?"

"Oh, it was sent to me by some people in America, why?"

"This is him, isn't it?"

Again Tommy was astounded by his perceptiveness, was there no end to it? Normally he would just deny it but there was something about Thomas's charming personality that he felt comfortable with. For some reason he couldn't explain he felt okay telling him the truth. "Yes, he was my first and only love."

"Only?"

Tommy nodded.

"You've never been with anyone else since?"

Tommy shook his head.

"Wow," Thomas gazed at Tommy, "you still love him, don't you?"

Tommy took the picture off him, "He was a very special man, I don't think I could ever love anyone else," he said dreamily to the photo. "Anyway," he said snapping out of his trance and returning the picture to its place.

"What would you do if you met him now?" Thomas asked.

"That's not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Because he's dead," Tommy stood, "would you like a coffee or something?"

Thomas appeared confused and shocked. He stood too.

"Er, no thanks. Are you sure he's dead?"

"Yeah, the people who sent me the photo said that he died with his wife in a fire."

Thomas went silent for a moment, he seemed to be thinking, "I have to go, but first I need to ask you a favour. Are you freelance?" 

Tommy was half expecting a further barrage of questions but this change of subject surprised him.

"What, nursing you mean?"

Thomas nodded.

"I do a fair bit, yes. Why?"

"My father is dying, and quite frankly the nurse we have now is useless. I'd like to hire you, will you come round tomorrow morning, it would mean the world to me."

"Well, I don't know, I have a lot on my case right now."

"I'll pay you well, shall we say £5?" 

Tommy was going to say forget it as five pounds for a shift was a bit of an insult, "An hour," Thomas added, Tommy's eyes widened, he was stunned at such a figure.

"No? How about £10 an hour?"

For that kind of money Tommy would gladly cancel his other cases, "Ok, what time?"

"10 a.m, here's my card."

He handed Tommy his business card, then kissed him on the cheek. Although Tommy wasn't used to such a show of affection, especially from a man, it felt wonderful, like a butterfly kiss.

Thomas made his own way out leaving Tommy feeling a bit stunned. He picked up the photo and wondered why Thomas showed such an interest in it. He looked at the business card, Thomas Richardson, suddenly he realised he had just been sitting with the son of Donald Richardson, the wealthiest, yet most elusive business man in London.

* * * *

Park Lane, with its magnificent Victorian buildings and expensive cars, was the favoured haunt of the elite and wealthy. Tommy had only passed through this street once before and he wondered what secrets lay behind the walls and doors. 

He looked at the address on the card and quickly found the building, one of the largest in the street. He walked up the steps to the large black doors and pulled on a brass lever. Shortly the doors opened and he was greeted by the butler, an elderly gentleman of about fifty-five who carried himself with an air of gentry, walked with grace and spoke clearly and slowly without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Good morning sir, Mr Anderson I presume?" Theodor asked.

"That's correct."

"Please enter," Theodor said.

As Tommy moved past him into the hallway he gasped.

"It has that effect on many that visit for their first time," The butler said.

The black marble floor of the entrance hall sparkled with gold speckles like tiny stars, or was it copper? A splendid staircase split into two and curved to each side of the room. The ceiling, awash with intricate plaster mouldings and carvings looked like a work of art. But the thing that really caught his eye was the massive chandelier. It had an unimaginable amount of glass in it, how the ceiling was strong enough to hold it was beyond belief.

"This way please sir."

Ascending the stairs they eventually came to a pair of double doors opening into a plush bedroom with white chiffon curtains, Georgian wardrobes and a large four- poster bed. Enough light streamed through the gaps in the shuttered windows to illuminate the room.

On the bed lay a frail looking man, gaunt, his eyes sunken into their sockets and his hair falling out in clumps. An oxygen tank fed him via a tube through his nose and an intravenous drip was connected to his arm. Donald Richardson had his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping.

"Oh you must be my replacement," A female voice said with a strong Irish accent.

Startled, Tommy turned to see a nurse who must have been just behind the doors. She held out a clipboard so he gracefully took it from her.

Theodor made the introductions: "This is Thomas Anderson, Thomas this is Nina Macintyre,"

"Please call me Tommy," he said holding out his hand.

"Everything you need to know is on there." She shook his hand, and pointing to the clipboard, said, "His next medication is due at 3:00pm."

"How long does he have?" Tommy asked.

"The doctors are amazed he's lasted this long, should have died two months ago according to them."

Then, as abruptly as she had appeared, she was gone, "Wow! That was short and sweet," Tommy said.

"I believe the twenty-four hour shift she has just finished my have something to do with that." Theodor surmised.

"I will take my leave, sir, Mr Richardson is quite keen to see you."

Tommy nodded and the old man gracefully closed the large doors behind him. 

Tommy walked over to the windows and opened up the shutters to allow more light in the room. He sat on the bed and while taking Mr Richardson's pulse studied the sleeping man, there was something vaguely familiar. It was hard to judge his age for in his current condition he would look much older than he really was. Tommy had seen this before, his condition seemed to be in its final stages, he guessed the poor soul wouldn't be around for much longer.

The doors opened again and Thomas came into the room.

"I'm so glad you came," Thomas said.

Thomas stood by the bed and took hold of his father's hand.

Tommy couldn't see any resemblance in them but then Mr Richardson was so gaunt and pale.

"He should have been dead months ago but it's like he's hanging on, as though there's something he needs to do," Thomas said.

Tommy didn't say anything, he wondered how the poor man could do anything in his current state. He gazed at Thomas, he could see the love in his face for his dying father. This was the part of his job he hated most, seeing grief and worry in the faces of the patients, family or loved ones. He had learned years ago not to become attached to his patients or their families, it was a cold necessity that helped him do his job, otherwise he would have quit a long time ago.

The young man leaned in and kissed his father on the forehead, tears welling in his eyes. Tommy did his best to ignore it and proceeded to take Donald's pulse again, having lost concentration when Thomas had entered the room.

"I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes.

"No need for apologies," Tommy replied.

"Would you like me to leave?" he asked.

"No, you're fine. I'm just making a few notes, and checking his medication. You're welcome to stay," Tommy said, "besides it would be better for him to see a familiar face when he wakes up instead of a complete stranger."

Thomas had a smirk on his face, Tommy ignored it as part of the young man's quirky nature.

"You know you never finished telling me about your first and only love. I would love to hear the rest." Thomas said.

"What? I can't do that," Tommy replied, a little embarrassed.

"Please, I really would love to hear it."

He stared into Thomas's big brown eyes and couldn't refuse. He had never told anyone about his first love, it was a secret he kept only to himself. Perhaps it might be okay to tell someone; to share it. Tommy walked to the window and sat in one of the two armchairs. Thomas followed.

"Well, it all started in 1944."



No Regrets Ch. 02



Once we were home my mother was soon busy cooking us a mega fry up. I sat at the table sipping a coffee slowly coming to terms with what she'd said as well as what had happened in the trees. Our closest neighbours live over a mile away and it's very rare for anyone to call unannounced. Most days not even the postman makes the two mile round trip to our house. But today I knew mother's sister, aunty Ann was calling to pick her up to go shopping. But that wouldn't be 'till ten, at least two hours away.

As we were tucking into our breakfast we chatted like we always do, by then I wasn't finding it quite so surreal but the slightly disjointed feeling was still there. 

'You didn't say anything after you know, in the trees.' 

'No I didn't.'

'Did you enjoy it, I mean was that the kind of thing I can do now?'

'Paul, like I said, I'll not encourage or discourage you from doing what ever you want with me or to me. But to answer your questions, yes I enjoyed it immensely, it was just the kind of thing I fantasise about.'

I nodded as I digested what she had said. 'Aunty Ann isn't due until ten is she?'

'About ten, she said she'd text when she was on her way.'

'Okay. When you've finished your breakfast you can remove your cloths and stay naked until you need to get ready.

My mother it seemed had eaten enough as she stood and with the economical way she has of undressing, was naked in a matter of seconds. 

'Have you finished?' she asked as she reached for my plate?

'Yes thanks, that was delicious.' I said automatically. This was going to take a little getting used to! 'Before you do the dishes, suck my dick until I cum.'

Without a seconds thought she knelt between my legs and began to careful unfastened my jeans. As soon as she had my hard dick in the open, she sucked it hungrily into her soft warm mouth. Heaven!

It was also heavenly to watch her moving around the house seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was naked. As she did the dishes she chattered away like normal. But all good things must come to an end, so they say but I'm not so sure any more. At nine I fully expected her to ask if she could begin to get ready, but instead she asked if she might take a shower.

Interesting I thought and said she could. I followed her up the stairs and watched as she picked a towel from the airing cupboard before going into the bath room. Out of habit I headed towards my room but before I reached it turned and followed her. 

She'd put the towel on the sink before switching on the shower, then with the same lack of self-consciousness as she had shown in the kitchen, sat on the loo. When she had finished she stepped into the shower and began to wash as if I wasn't there. I happily sat on the loo and watched her though the clear shower glass. 

When clean, she dried herself quickly in the bathroom before moving through to her room, this time I didn't hesitate to follower her. Once there she picked out some clothes and underwear before turning to me and asking if she might dress. 

I took a long look at her before reluctantly saying she could. The way she said 'Thank you.' Was a massive turn on for some reason, so was watching her dress before carefully applying her makeup. 

We were sat in the kitchen the image of normality when my aunt arrived a little after ten. I'd not seen her in a few weeks so we chatted before they left, leaving me to wallow in a cess pit of misery and solitude... well not quite, I danced around the house like drunk teenager! 

Try as I might I could not settle to anything after they'd left. I switched the telly on and stuck it for five mins, picked up some course work from college but found I kept re-reading the same passage. In the end I slipped on a track suit and biked to the village and my friend Martin's house where we spent the afternoon on his X-Box. At five I left to make my way home, wanting to be there when they returned. Although the X-box turned out to be a great diversion, it was only that. But just as I was leaving my friends, I got a text from my mother asking if I wanted to join her and Ann for a meal in the pub in the village. At that point I realised I was actually starving.

Ann and my mother were just getting out of Ann's car when I got to the pub. It was obvious they had had a good time at the shops, I can't remember ever seeing my mother quite so happy. When she popped into the loo Ann even made a comment about how cheerful she was. 

When Ann went I leaned across to my mother who leaned conspiratorially back towards me. 'When Ann leaves you're to strip and ask if I'd like to fuck you.' I whispered loud enough for only her to hear

I didn't expect her to say anything and she didn't, but I did notice her hand tremble a little as she picked up her drink. When Ann returned we chatted as we waited for our food which duly arrived and was in turn was duly eaten. As soon as we finished I left saying I'd see them at home. As it was I only beat them by ten minutes, just long enough for a quick shower. 

My aunt only stayed for a coffee, as soon as she left my mother began to remove her clothes while virtually standing on the door mat. I did notice that she was a little more careful with her best things but never the less she was nude in a little over a minute. 

I swear I will never grow tired of watching her do that. As she slipped her knickers off and placed them with the rest of her things she stood up, looked at me and said,

'Would you like to fuck me?' 

'I would very much like to fuck you. But first I'd like to watch you playing with yourself. You may choose where you do it.'

'Would you follow me to my room please.'

For the second time that day I had the pleasure of watching her naked bum as she climbed the stairs. Once we were in her room she lay on the bed.

'Would you like me to begin?'

'I would.' I said as I slipped out of my clothes to lie beside her. After watching her for a few moments I leaned across to fondle her breast. 

It didn't take her long to begin moaning and I again noticed, the harder I squeezed her nipple the more contentedly she did so. When she arched her back and groaned I figured she had had an orgasm and manoeuvred myself to kneel between her legs. Not wanting to wait any longer I eased myself into her making us both moan with pleasure. 

I took my time wanting to thoroughly enjoy the experience. We rocked together for ages, when I couldn't hold back any longer I shot my load into her. As I collapsed back onto the bed, she turned to me and kissed me deeply and hungrily. 

We lay very contentedly in each others arms as it grew dark. I only moved when the loo called me. 

As I came back into the room, mom looked at me and said, 'Thank you.' 

I'd almost got used to her silently excepting what we did. 'You're welcome, but I feel it's me who should be thanking you.'

'It's not. I'm yours to use as you wish. I enjoyed the way you gently made love to me, but you should remember I'm not made of glass.'

Her words seemed to flick a switch in my head and I felt a little like I had last night by the fire. When I told her to roll onto her front and raise her arse, it was like someone else had said the words.

As soon as she raised her bum I smacked one cheek as hard as I could with my hand before doing the same to the other.

'Open yourself for me.'

When she had I knelt between her legs and had a long look at her arse. Before roughly pushing four fingers into her vagina. 'Has anyone ever fucked your arse?' I asked.

'No never.'

I'd read enough stories to know some lubricant was in order and asked if she had anything, she told me to open the draw beside her bed. I did and found a tube which helpfully said Lubricant on it! I squeezed a blob onto her puckered arse and eased some into her which made her moan and squirm a little. I slapped her bum cheek again and told her to be still. Her arse was a lot tighter than her vagina. After spreading some of the lube onto my dick I lined it up with her arse and pushed until it slipped in. I came after less than five strokes. Talk about intense!

Again I collapsed back onto the bed exhausted but extremely exhilarated. I could feel sleep overtaking me but I wanted to say something which had slipped into my head while we had been otherwise engaged, so to speak.

'In the morning, when we wake, your are to ask me how I'd like to start my day before giving me a few options, I want you to be as crude as you can.'

I was watching her as I'd spoken but she made no indication that she had heard me. As I settled down beside her, happy to sleep where I was, she asked if she could use the loo as she needed to pee. It made me smile that she had asked and unaccountably made my dick twitch. 

'You may and in future after you ask and if I say you may, you will ask if I'd like to watch.'

I think I was a sleep before she came back to the bed as I don't remember anything until I woke, a little disorientated on Sunday morning. I pushed myself up the bed to lean back against the head board. Mom was already awake and had been watching me.

'How would you like to start your day?' She asked in much the same way as she would have asked how I'd like my eggs.

'I don't know. What do you suggest?'

'Well I could toss you off with my hand or go down on you with my mouth.'

'Tempting.'

'You could fuck my cunt or my arse.'

'Even more tempting, I really did enjoy your tight arse.'

'Thank you. You could tie my hands tightly behind my back and whip my tits with a belt.'

!!! Talk about blind siding me. I was speechless.

'I'm sure you need to pee, would you like me to lie in the bath so that you can pee on me?'

Again!!!!

'Would you like to lie in the bath while I pee on you?'

Maybe she'd run out of ideas because she stopped and waited for me to speak. I simply said 'Yes.'

Mom seemed to know what I meant as her hand wormed beneath the quilt to find my already hard dick, she pumped it slowly a few times before pushing the quilt away and kneeling over me to suck me hungrily into her mouth. After a few moments she seemed to reluctantly let her mouth slide off me before she straddled me and impaled herself expertly onto my erection. She rode me for maybe a minute or two, which allowed me to grope her large swinging breasts. With little warning she got off me to lie on her front and offer her arse for my pleasure. I was in her only a few seconds later and came with a satisfied grunt. What a way to start the day. But taking me at my word, no sooner had I rolled off her than she almost leapt off the bed apparently to find a length of cord and a belt which she handed to me before turning and offered me her hands to bind.

As soon as her hands were tied she moved to stand beside the bed, totally immobile. 

I sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, Christ she was a picture, every mans wet dream! I told her to open her legs as wide. I stood in front of her and casually played with her tits before feeling her roughly between her legs. I fingered her until she came with a loud moan and grunting sounds. 

I told her to turn around, and I undid the cord. I wasn't quite ready to use a belt on her tits. If she was relieved or disappointed I couldn't tell. 

'May I use the bathroom?' she asked.

'Why?'

'I would like to pee and then shower.'

'You may.' 

'Would you like to watch?'

I told her I did and went through to the bathroom ahead of her and sat on the edge of the bath and watched as she switched on the shower and then lowered herself onto the loo. As she began to pee I told her to open her legs to let me see. Why do I find it so erotic I wondered, first of all her asking permission to pee and then the idea of her asking if I wanted to watch. 

As the shower is quite spacious I told her I would join her. Sharing a shower definitely has the edge on having one solo, I made up my mind then and there to shower with her when ever possible.

After our shower she asked what I would like for breakfast. I told her and watched as she almost skipped out of the bathroom and head for the stairs. I followed a few minutes later and sorted the coffee while she carefully put a fry-up together. 

As we ate it she asked if I had any plans for the day. I'd not made any, in truth I'd not thought about anything but the situation I found myself in.

'How about we go for a drive, I haven't had a paddle in the sea in ages.'

'That sounds like a great idea. You may wear a short skirt and a thin top.'

'Ok, shoes?'

'Sandals.'

'I'll make up some sandwiches and we can pick up a few things on the way.' 

Mother was soon busy getting our lunch together so I went to my room to slip into some shorts and a tee shirt. As I came out of my room I met her coming up the stairs. 

'May I use the loo, I need to pee?'

I told her she could.

'Would you like to watch?' I said yes and followed her into the bathroom to watch as she sat and urinated. I had to adjust myself as I watched. After she had wiped her self and washed her hands, she asked if she could get ready. I told her she could and used the loo myself. 

Mom must have known what she would put on as she was waiting for me on the landing. I could see she was braless which again made my dick twitch.

'Lift your skirt.' I was sure she'd not have slipped her knickers on but it was good fun checking! I stepped close to her and fingered her roughly, it hadn't taken me long to figure out what she liked. She came with the animalistic growl she often makes. I told her to lean against the banisters and I fucked her as hard and fast as I could from behind. Needless to say that made her grunt and moan too as it did me.

My mother seemed to recover faster than me and almost straight after I'd cum, she stood up and said she'd put the food in the car and find a blanket, she'd be ready to leave in about five minutes and left me gasping for breath with my shorts still around my ankles and a slowly deflating erection.



No Regrets Ch. 01



Allan had her clit between his lips sucking it and pulling on it. She pushed her cunt down on his face wanting to get him even deeper into her pussy. "OH Allan....Allan, I'm going to cum. That's it...suck me...suck me hard," she moaned.

She had lifted her mouth off his prick as she reacted to his vigorous assault on her sensitive clit but was still stroking his rigid prick with her hand. Allan moaned loudly and she felt his cock throb and a huge spurt of hot cum hit her cheek, a second spurt hit her lips before she could get her mouth over the erupting prick.

When the first blast of Allan's cum hit her face, Susan felt a sudden, intense sensation deep in her pussy....she was cumming too. She took Allan's prick as deep as she could, feeling the head throb at the back of her throat as he spurted the warm cum deep into her throat. She swallowed as rapidly as she could capturing all his cum and then continued to gently suck him as his proud, hard prick began to wilt in her mouth. Giving his prick a final kiss, she got up and snuggled down beside him. Kissing him, she tasted her pussy juices on his lips and tongue.

"Hhmmm...," purred Susan softly, "for a shy, bashful fellow....you do pretty good." Susan kissed him, "I'm not sure I could take it when you find out what to do."

"Was it really good? asked Allan. "I've only done this once before....I don't think I did it very good then....to be honest, I was....well....too nervous."

"You didn't seem nervous to me. It was good....even better...it was great. I loved sucking your prick....did you like it?'

"Susie, I wanted you so much. I thought I would never stop cumming....your tongue was driving me crazy." Allan pulled her to him and gently licked his cum off her cheek and nose and then kissed her letting her suck his tongue.

Susan snuggled even closer to him, "Oh Allan, I love the way you taste and I loved the way it felt when your prick started shrinking in my mouth....all I could think of is 'I caused that'....it had been so hard and hot before that." Giving him a quick kiss, "Allan, this only my second time too....I'm going by what I've read....what I've heard from other girls. We'll learn how together....it'll be more fun that way."

Susan hugged Allan tightly, "Oh Allan, I want you....I want you to make love to me...I want to feel you in me," she whispered in his ear.

"Susie, I don't have any rubbers....we can't take a chance like that. God, I want you so bad...."

"I got some out of my mother's room," said Susan as she reached down and took his prick in her hand. She felt it respond immediately and begin to get hard. "Hmmm, this little fellow is getting interested.....oohhh, I would say real interested."

Sitting up Susan got the rubber and opened it. "Let me put it on you.....I've always wondered how it would feel to do this." She placed the lubricated rubber on the tip of his rigid prick and rolled it down over his shaft.

Susan lay back and spread her legs as Allan rolled over between her legs. She could feel Allan's prick poking at her pussy.....raising her knees slightly and spreading her legs even wider, she reached down and guided his prick between her throbbing pussy lips....she was so wet, the lubrication on the rubber really had not been needed. As Allan thrust his prick into her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his upper thighs, stretching her pussy even wider as Allan stroked his prick into the depths of her pussy.

"Oh Susie, that feels so tight....so good," moaned Allan softly. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, as he plunged his prick into her throbbing pussy. Allan was stroking deep and withdrawing to the head of his prick and then plunging it back down into her pussy.

Susan arched her hips, pushing her cunt up to meet his prick as it drove into her, "Oh God, Allan, it feels wonderful.....that's it, fuck me deep....get as deep as you can.....God, it feels so good."

When Susan unwound her legs from around Allan, he gripped her buttock with his right hand and rolled over, pulling her on top of him, with his prick deep in her pussy. Susan began to raise and lower her ass, plunging her cunt down on his prick.....she was fucking him. Susan raised her upper body almost to a sitting position, driving his prick even deeper into her pussy. "Oohhhhh.....," moaned Susan, "I like it......it feels great...so good...." Allan reached up and squeezed and tweaked her tits and then took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck and softly nibble on it. "OOHHhhhhh....that's good....that's good....harder....suck harder," cried Susan.

Allan slid one hand down to her pussy, and as she lifted and plunged her pussy onto his prick, he fingered and massaged her stiff, engorged clitoris. Susan began to pound her pussy down on his rigid prick, trying to get even more into her now convulsing pussy. With a strangled cry, "OOOhhhhhh God......," Susan collapsed on his chest....her body shuddering from the orgasm that had wracked her body.

They lay there quietly for a few minutes. Susan could feel Allan's prick still rigid and hard slowly stroking her pussy with short slow strokes. "Oh, Allan, that was great... I feel so weak," she whispered to him, "but you haven't cum....have you?"

Allan kissed her, "No....not yet." Allan laughed, "I'm surprised, it must be the rubber... the only other time I did this I came pretty quick."

Susan smiled, "Allan, roll us over and fuck me good....I don't have the strength left to be on top." As they rolled over, she whispered, "Fuck me hard....make me want you again and again." She wrapped her legs around him as he began to plunge his prick into her pussy again, driving it deep into her with slow long strokes. She hugged him to her breast and said, "That's it, Allan, fuck me......oohhhh ..fuck me good. Your prick feels like it fills me up.....I want to feel you cum ....feel you cum good...OOHHhhhhhh.....that's it...faster....harder."

Allan speeded up his thrusts, driving his prick into her and with a loud moan, "Susieeee...I'm cumming........God, I'm cumming."

Susan thrust her pussy up, meeting his plunging prick, and began to shudder as another orgasm swept through her body, causing her pussy to throb madly around Allan's prick, milking it of his cum.

Allan rolled off her, his prick slipping from her pussy. Both of them were breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath. Susan propped herself up on her elbow, leaned over, and kissed Allan. "Allan, you were great. What happened to that shy tongue-tied guy?"

"Susie, I wanted you so much....you're so darn beautiful....I forgot to be shy."

Susan laughed, "It looks like that little fellow has gone soft again," she said as she slipped the cum filled rubber off his limp prick. Susan lowered her face to his crotch and took the limp, cum covered prick in her mouth, sucking and licking it clean...she felt it twitch a little but it didn't harden any. Susan gave his limp prick one last kiss, and said, "You are my second favorite fellow, we'll let you rest for awhile," then kissing Allan, "you're my first favorite fellow."

They lay in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Susan had her head on his chest. Kissing his nipple and give it a light suck, she asked, "Did our kisses on the porch Friday night get you excited?.....I was....I had hard time getting to sleep."

Allan chuckled, "You know they did....I had such a hard-on it was all I could do to walk to the car." Allan kissed her forehead, "Were you really excited?"

"You bet! My panties were soaking wet by the time I got to my bedroom. I wanted you so much....it was all I could think of, that's why I couldn't get to sleep."

"I wanted you too....I had to make my self cum to get my hard-on to go down....you...kissing you was all I could think of when I got in the bed. I just lay there stroking my cock, dreaming it was you doing it to me."

Susan raised up and gave him a kiss, "I like that....I wish I had been there. I did the same thing....I wanted you so bad....I was so hot....I fingered myself to an orgasm, but I kept wishing it was your prick in my pussy instead of my fingers." Susan kissed him running her tongue deep in his mouth. Sitting up Susan glanced at his still limp prick, smiled, "We had better get out of the sun. We've both got some parts exposed that don't usually get much sunlight."

Not bothering to dress, they picked up their things and hurried into the house. In her room, Susan quickly stripped the bedspread back and pulled Allan down onto the bed, embracing him. She felt Allan's prick begin to swell against her thigh. "Hey, that little fellow is beginning to stir around down there again," she said jokingly.

"I know, this soft bed is giving him ideas....good ideas."

Susan reached and grasped his growing prick in her hand, "Do you think I'll like his ideas?"

"I hope so," said Allan, as he kissed her deeply, massaging her tit with his hand.

Allan's prick was now hard, standing almost straight up as he lay on his back. "You have a beautiful prick," whispered Susan as she opened the rubber. She kissed the head of his prick and then rolled the rubber onto it. Susan straddled Allan, her pussy poised above his rigid prick....taking his prick in her hand, she positioned it between her moist pussy lips and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, taking it all the way into her tight pussy.

Susan just sat there for a moment on his prick.....savoring the feeling of having his prick so deep into her pussy....her pussy feeling so filled with his hard, rigid prick. She squirmed a bit to get her pussy even further down his shaft. "OH Allan, it feels good....it feels like you are totally filling me up.....Ohhhh....I love it....you do have a beautiful prick. OHHhhhh.....that's it....that's it," gasped Susan as Allan began to stroke his prick into her pussy. She leaned forward with her arms fully extended, allowing her breasts to sway over Allan's mouth, teasing his lips with her long nipples. Allan sucked the long nipple into his mouth causing Susan to moan softly, "Oh Allan, suck it. Suck hard."

Susan collapsed onto his chest and began to pump her ass up and down driving his prick in her pussy. He slid his hand down between them and began to fondle her pussy lips, finding her clitoris--her love button--now swollen and engorged....he massaged it with his fingers.

"OOOHHhhhh God," cried Susan as she increased the speed, ramming her cunt down on his prick as fast and as hard as she could. She could feel Allan pick up the pace of his thrusts, driving his prick up to meet her cunt as she came down. Susan moaned loudly and cried, "NOW......NOW......FUCK ME.....OOHHhhhhh." As her climax reached its peak, she heard Allan yell, "Susie....Susieeeee.....I'm cumming....cumming!" With a final shudder through her body, Susan hugged him burying her face against his neck and shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he ground his prick into her pussy, squeezing out that last drop of cum. As Allan held her and continued to grind his hips against her, rubbing her pussy mons, his prick, now semi-hard, still in her pussy.....Susan began to moan softly as she felt the contractions start in her pussy again, "OH My GOD, OOHhhhhhhh......Allan....I'm cumming again.........I'm cummiiiinnggg....OOhhhhhhh....."

They lay there spent....happy but exhausted. Susan chuckled, holding her lips against his chest.

"What is it, Susie?"

"I was just thinking how much better it was on a soft bed instead of that wooden deck.," Susan rolled off him and his limp prick slipped out of her pussy. "UH-Oh...the rubber came off." The rubber was still in her tight pussy, his limp prick had slipped out of the rubber, leaving the rubber in place. Allan grabbed the rubber and pulled it on out. Susan laughed, "We wore it down that time. Let me see if the little fellow is okay." Susan bent over and took his limp prick in her mouth and gently sucked it clean. Sitting up she gently shook his limp prick and stroked him, "Nope, sorry there's no more life in him."

Allan grabbed her and pulled her down to him, kissing her passionately. "Susie, you're wonderful....I'm afraid I'm going to fall awful hard for you."

Susan smiled at him, "You're pretty good yourself, for a shy, bashful guy....I may fall even harder for you.....I really like you." Susan gave him a quick kiss, "I gotta go to the bathroom."

When she came out Allan was gathering up his clothes. "Look what time it is. I don't want to, but I better go before your folks get back. One look at how happy I am and they would know we've been making love." Allan slipped on his tennis shorts, not bothering to put on his wet briefs. Standing up he took Susan in his arms and kissed her....then he said, "When can I see you again? How about Monday night?"

"Monday will good, Allan.....I'll dream about you tonight," she whispered in his ear. Susan gently nibbled on his ear lobe as he held her close. "There is something else I would rather be nibbling on," she whispered huskily.

"God, Susie, you'll get me so turned on I'll never get out of here," gasped Allan.

They walked to the living room; Susan was still naked. When they got to the front door, Susan looked at Allan and started giggling, covering her mouth with her hand. With their kissing, Allan's prick had begun to respond, it was semi-hard and the head of his prick was sticking out from under his shorts.

Allan said, "What....did I....what is it?"

Susan pointed to his crotch, "C'mon, I can fix that." She took him by the hand and led him over to the couch.....unfastening his shorts she let them drop to the floor.....pushing him to a seat on the couch, Susan knelt between his legs and lowered her mouth to his semi- stiff prick....as her lips engulfed the head of his prick and her tongue gently probed around the smooth plum head, she felt him quickly become hard, filling her mouth. Lifting her mouth off his rigid prick she kissed it. "Let me take care of it for you," she said. "This will hold you until Monday night."

Susan took the large purple head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head and under the ridge of his crown. She began to pump her head up and down, taking him as deep in her throat as she could. She could feel the head of his prick pressing against the back of her throat. After a minute of two of this she heard Allan moan softly, "God, that feels good Susie.....suck it hard.....that's it suck it." She felt Allan's hands on the side of her head, not holding her back, but riding with her up and down movements. She could feel Allan's thighs begin to quiver and he said, "I'm going to cum.....Ohhhhh.....Susieeee.....suck it...suck it."

She felt his prick throb, pulse, and felt the cum hit the back of her throat....not as much as the first time she thought. Susan sucked him gently until no more cum was oozing out of his prick and she could feel his prick shrinking, shriveling up in her mouth. Susan kissed it one last time and stood up, pulled Allan up to her and kissed him deeply.

"Susie, that was great," said Allan as he kissed her again.

"That was just to remind you of what you have to look forward to tomorrow night," said Susan. She watched as Allan fastened his shorts, "See, the little fellow is no longer peeking out at me."

Allan laughed, "No, he's retired for the night....I mean really retired." Allan kissed her at the door saying, "If it's okay, I'll call you tonight."

"Of course it's okay, silly, I'd be hurt if you didn't call," she said kissing him good bye. She stood at the window and watched him drive away. Hugging herself, she went to clean up thinking, "Damn, I knew sex could be good, but I didn't realize I would enjoy it this much -- I could really fall for this guy.....I mean all the way."

She and Tracey, her eighteen-year-old sister, were cleaning up from a late dinner, it was almost 10 p.m., and Tracey was questioning her about Allan. Tracey had met him and liked him, called him a 'hunk' with a capital H. Allan had called about eight and they had talked for over 30 minutes, which only whetted Tracey's curiosity.

Drying a pan, Tracey stood close to Susan in front of the sink and whispered, "Did you and Allan make out today? I think he's great...sexy looking too in a quiet way...Well, did you? Is that why he called.....why you guys talked so long?"

"Sssh," said Susan, "Mom or Grandma will hear you."

After about 15 minutes of questions and 'Sssh'ing,' Susan smiled and whispered to Tracey, "We can't talk about it here. After everyone is in bed, slip into my room and I'll tell you all about it....Okay?"

"Great!" said Tracey. Susan almost laughed at her enthusiasm, but merely shook her head and smiled.

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 02



Susan was in bed. She had left the night-light on since she expected Tracey to come in any second. Susan smiled as she thought about how eager Tracey had been to get everyone to bed, she was anxious to hear about Susan's day with Allan. Susan couldn't discuss it around Grandma or Mom so she had told Tracey to sneak into her room after everyone was in bed.

"It had been a great day," thought Susan, remembering how Allan had made love to her. Just thinking about it made her feel a flush of warmth in her cunt as she thought of Allan's prick pumping into her pussy. "Damn," she muttered, "if I keep this up, I'll never be able to get to sleep." She could feel her nipples stiffening and growing hard as she recalled the afternoon.

She heard Tracey ease into the room, quietly closing the door. Tracey scrambled into the bed. "I was afraid you'd be asleep," whispered Tracey. "Now tell me all about this afternoon."

Susan smiled, there was only ten months difference in their age, but Tracey still had an eager enthusiasm that made Susan feel much older. "What exactly do you want me to tell you about?"

Tracey nudged her and snuggled up to her side so her mouth was close to Susan's ear, "You know very well what I mean.....Did you and Allan make out? Did you two make love?...How was it?"

"Yes, we did. And, it was great," chuckled Susan.

"Oohh Susie, don't tease me," moaned Tracey softly, giving Susan a hug. "Tell me about it, please."

Susan thought we've really become close. We were always sisters, but before Dad died and we had to move here, Tracey had her friends -- I had mine-- we merely lived in the same house. Now, she's truly become my best friend, and God, I love her and her enthusiasm.

"Okay, I was just teasing," said Susan as she turned on her side so that they were lying face to face, their bodies almost touching...she slipped one arm under Tracey's head and gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I'll tell you all about it....but you can't ever let on to Allan that I told you...Okay?"

Tracey snuggled even closer, her tits pressing against Susan's tits, and gave Susan a quick kiss. "Okay...I promise....just hold me and tell me about it. I like it when you hold me like this."

Susan told Tracey about their love making on the pool deck and how good it felt when Allan put her on top of him and she was the one controlling the fucking. When she told Tracey about the rubber slipping off and staying in her pussy, she could feel Tracey's body shaking as she tried to restrain her giggling. Then she told her about his prick sticking out from under his tennis shorts when he got ready to leave, and how she solved that by sucking him until it was totally limp and shriveled up. Tracey just pressed her face against he side of Susan's neck and laughed quietly.

"Oh Susie, that sounds great," said Tracey. "I told you I thought he was sexy. I wish I could meet some one like him."

"He is sweet," said Susan. "I like him an awful lot already.....I think I could really fall for him...hard."

"The two of you look great together," whispered Tracey. "You made him cum four times?...How many times did you cum?"

Susan chuckled, "You're terrible....you have a one track mind....I came five or six times, if you must know."

Tracey didn't say anything; she was very quiet in Susan arms. Puzzled by her silence, Susan hugged her, "What's wrong, honey?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid. Afraid, that since you have Allan...that..that things will change between us."

Kissing Tracey gently on her lips, Susan whispered, "Nothing's changed. I may be falling in love with Allan, but I still love you. I don't see any conflict in that." Susan hugged her tightly and slid her hand under Tracey's top and gently cupped her breast. Susan whispered, "Your tits rubbing against mine are still getting me all hot and bothered."

Tracey laughed quietly, "You're right.....those long nipples of yours are sticking in me like daggers." Tracey slid her hand up under Susan's top and stroked her breast, catching its nipple between two fingers and gently massaging it. "Susie, your nipple is as hard as Allan's prick must have been."

"I know....I think my panties are soaking wet....hhmmm....that feels good," moaned Susan softly, as Tracey began to massage her breast. Susan started to move her hand to Tracy panties when Tracey caught her hand.

"I started my period today," said Tracey. "Just lay there and let me make love to you." Tracey kissed her, running her tongue into Susan's mouth as deep as she could. Breaking the kiss, Tracey quickly removed Susan's top and panties.

Susan pulled Tracey to her, kissed her and whispered, "Remove your top....I want to be able to feel your tits on me."

Tracey stripped off her top and then began to tongue and suck Susan's tits while her hand went to Susan's cunt and stroked her pussy lips. "My God, Susie, you are soaking wet," said Tracey huskily. "I wish you guys hadn't used a rubber....I'd love to see what it's like to suck his cum out of you." Tracey inserted one then two fingers into Susan's dripping pussy. "I'll make you cum and cum......I love you, Susie."

Tracey's tongue traced a path down Susan's body, to her navel, across the flat stomach to her pussy hair, to the crease between her upper thigh and stomach, down to her inner thigh and pussy. Tracey folded a pillow and quickly slid it under Susan's ass to elevate it and lowered her mouth to Susan's pussy. As Tracey's tongue flicked and teased Susan's pussy lips, Susan gasped quietly, "OOHhhhh......honey that feels good....suck it....suck it...suck it hard."

Tracey took Susan's pussy lips between her lips and pulled on them, stretching them and then releasing them, lapping at them with her tongue.....she opened Susan's legs further, letting them hang over her upper arms. She spread Susan's exposed pussy with her fingers and probed her tongue into her wet pussy hole as far as she could. Tracey could feel Susan's juices getting on her chin as she probed Susan's pussy with her tongue. Feeling for Susan's clitoris with her tongue, Tracey found it.....it was swollen and engorged.....sticking out from under its hood like a tiny penis.....Tracey flicked it gently with her tongue.....then rapidly, with hard quick strokes.

"Oh My God," muttered Susan, trying to keep her voice low. "Oohhhh....that feels good.....goooood," she continued to moan as she pushed her pussy against Tracey's probing tongue. Susan grabbed her own breasts and began to massage them, squeezing their nipples as Tracey's tongued lashed her clit.

Tracey ran one finger, then two deep into Susan's pussy, then dragging her fingers out and down to Susan's asshole; she rubbed the pussy juice over the tight little rosebud that was Susan's asshole. Tracey lowered her face and tongued Susan's asshole, probing it with her tongue, coating it with Susan's pussy juices. Tracey placed a finger against the small rosebud and pushed inward. As Tracey slowly began to slide a finger into Susan's ass, she took Susan's swollen clit between her lips and began to suck on it.....Tracey could feel it swell even more as it became more engorged with blood. Tracey began to stroke her finger deep into Susan's ass and as Susan's ass muscles relaxed she slipped the second finger into her. Susan was beginning to twist and writhe on the bed.....trying to push her pussy onto Tracey's probing tongue.

Tracey heard Susan moan and felt Susan's legs begin to quiver and then Tracey felt Susan's thighs grip her head in a vise as the trembling in Susan's legs increased...and her whole body began to shudder as her orgasm peaked. "Ummmmm.....," moaned Susan, as she held the back of her hand against her mouth trying to muffle her cries. As the trembling ceased, Tracey slowed her tempo to long slow licks of Susan's pussy....each time Tracey's tongue touched Susan's clit, Susan's body would flinch like she had received a small electrical shock. Tracey's tongue probed Susan's pussy, stroking the entire length of her pussy slit.....finding Susan's clit again, Tracey began to massage it with her lips and to suck it as hard as she dared....Susan arched her hips up pushing her pussy against Tracey's mouth.....Susan's hands grabbed Tracey's head and pulled it in against her pussy as she gripped Tracey's head between her thighs even harder than before.....Tracey felt the tremors begin again in Susan's pussy and spread until Susan's whole body seem to vibrate.

"Ummmmm.........Ohhhhhh.....," moaned Susan. "Ohhhh....Traccceeeyyy...." Susan collapsed loosely on the bed, totally spent. "Enough....Oh Tracey....enough."

Tracey gave Susan's pussy one last, quick kiss and lay down beside Susan. Pulling Susan to her, Tracey gently kissed her, once, twice, three times. "Susie, that was good....real good," said Tracey. "I love you, big sister.....I really do." Tracey hugged Susan tightly waiting for her to recover.

"Tracey.....Tracey....you were terrific," panted Susan. "But, I didn't do anything for you."

"Susie, didn't you enjoy it when you sucked Allan's cock....I enjoy loving you.....I kept thinking about Allan's prick being in the same place and I damn near came myself when you locked my head in your legs," whispered Tracey. "I could just see the headlines, 'Eighteen year old girl smothers to death in her sister's pussy.' Tracey chuckled, "There'll be another time and you can make love to me.....tonight, I wanted to make love to you."

Susan looked in Tracey's eyes, "I do love you....I do." Susan kissed Tracey gently and hugged her, "I was thinking about it earlier, about how close I felt to you.....you're more than just my sister. You're my best friend."

They lay in each other's arms .....the last thought Tracey had was, "I need to get back to my bed before Mom and Grandma get up."

Susan listened to Tracey's breathing slow and knew she was asleep. She thought about the first time she and Tracey had made love, just two weeks ago. Her mother and Grandma were over at Aunt Ellen's and wouldn't be home till about midnight. She had just gotten out of the shower and was admiring her nude body in the bedroom mirror while she dried her hair. She remembered how it had been.

Susan looked at her body in the mirror and thought that all things considered, she looked pretty good. The high firm tits with big protruding nipples that began to stiffen some as she admired them. "Damn," Susan thought, "If they were just a little longer you could fuck some one with them." Susan was startled out of her day dreaming as Tracey came in and flopped down on the bed. Tracey was already in a short nighty, ready for bed.

"Susie, can I sleep with you?" Tracey looked at Susan's body and said wistfully, "I wish my tits looked as good as yours....God, you're so beautiful, I'm afraid to bring a boy home."

Susan laughed, "What are you worried about little sister, before you're finish growing, you're going to put both mine and Mom's to shame. Hell, I'm a year older, well ten months, and you are already almost as tall as I am....and you're every bit as beautiful."

"Really...I know Dad used to say we were his prizes for being good," Tracey's voice faltered and broke, "Oh Susie, I miss him...I miss him so much," Tracey began to cry, slowly at first, and then with body wrenching sobs that shook her whole body.

Susan turned off the dryer and lying down beside Tracey, took her in her arms and pulled her head to her naked breast. "I know honey...I know," said Susan, "I miss him too." Susan could feel Tracey's tears as they dripped on to her naked breasts...Susan wrapped both arms around her and hugged her, kissing her softly on the top of her head, and murmuring, "I know...I know." Lying on their sides facing one another, they were so much alike that they looked like two bookends that had been placed together. As Tracey sobbed, Susan could feel her whole body shake and press against her, especially Tracey's cunt that was rubbing against her every time she shook. "Damn," thought Susan, "between the tears on my tits and her cunt rubbing against me I'm getting turned on by my own sister!!"

The sobbing had stopped except for a few sniffles, so Susan started to pull away, but Tracey hugged her tighter saying, "Just hold me...hold me tight, it feels good...safe."

"OK," chuckled Susan, but you're drowning my tits with your tears. Susan felt Tracey chuckle and knew the worst was over.

"That's all right...I'll clean them up for you," whispered Tracey.

Tracey began to lick up the sides of Susan's tits getting the salty tears off her tits but causing a totally different reaction in Susan's pussy. Tracey licked at the stiff erect nipple and then sucked it into her mouth and began to suck on it almost like she was nursing. Susan felt her pussy lips start to swell and could feel a rush of cunt juice in her pussy...with out thinking Susan began to grind her pussy...her mons against Tracey's....she could feel Tracey responding, pressing her pussy back against hers. She felt Tracey's hand slide down her back and grip her buttock, pulling her even tighter, grinding her pussy mons onto hers. Susan felt Tracey's hand slip around her hip and Susan let out a low moan as Tracy's fingers glided through her pussy hair and cupped her vulva.

"My God, Tracey, do you know what you're doing to me?" groaned Susan.

Tracey released Susan's nipple, "All I know is that it feels good...I love you Susie...I want you to hold me and love me, please Susie."

Susan felt Tracey's finger slip between her wet pussy lips and gently begin to massage her clit....Tracey's mouth returned to Susan's tit trying to take her whole tit into her mouth....then slowly drew back, ending with the nipple clenched between her lips. Susan moaned, "Suck it baby....suck it..."

Susan grabbed Tracey's head and pulled it up, there was a soft popping sound as Tracey's lips left Susan's tit....Susan looked directly into Tracey's eyes and without a word pulled her lips up to hers and began to kiss her, driving her tongue as deep as she could into Tracey's mouth. Tracey responded matching tongue thrust for tongue thrust...Susan slid her hand down over Tracey's stomach, under her panties, through her pussy hair, and began to slip a finger into her swollen, hot, moist pussy lips. Susan felt Tracey's hips buck as she slipped her finger all the way in the hot pussy tunnel and as Susan found her clit, swollen and sticking out from under its hood, she grasped it between two fingers and began to massage it. Tracey moaned and twisted on the bed.

Susan quickly stripped Tracey's panties off her and switched positions, getting in the 69 position with her face over Tracey's pussy. She felt Tracey pull her ass down and then Tracey's mouth was on her pussy. Susan buried her tongue in Tracey's pussy, licking and sucking as hard as she could. She took her hands and spread Tracey's pussy lips open, thrusting her tongue deep into Tracey's fragrant pussy. Susan's tongue searched for and found the sensitive love button, Tracey's clitoris -- her tongue found it and she began to tease it with the tip of her tongue. She could feel Tracey copying her moves, spreading her pussy open and pushing her tongue deep into Susan's pussy.

Susan pressed her mouth to Tracey's pussy and took her engorged clit between her lips and began to suck and tongue it as fast as she could. She could feel Tracey's lips on her own clit. When Tracey began to suck on her clit, suck hard, Susan felt the tremors of her own climax start deep in her pussy and then wash over her whole body. Susan had to stop sucking on Tracey's clit and press her mouth into Tracey's pussy to muffle the moan erupting from her mouth ...her whole body shook as she pressed her pussy to Tracey's face trying to get Tracey's tongue as deep as possible in her throbbing pussy. As the tremors lessen she began suck again on Tracey's clit and to finger her pussy hole at the same time. She let one finger wander down to Tracey's asshole, now wet with pussy juices, and as she rubbed it, she felt Tracey squirm....sensing it turned Tracey on, Susan ran a finger gently into Tracey's ass and began to finger fuck her butt. Susan felt Tracey begin to tremble and then her tongue in Tracey's pussy could actually feel the contractions of the pussy muscles as Tracey let out a muffled moan and pushed her pussy onto Susan's mouth. Susan licked Tracey's pussy very slowly as Tracey came down off her high. Then giving it one last kiss, Susan rose and laid back down beside Tracey and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss....letting the pussy juices on their lips mingle with one another.

Susan propped herself up on one elbow and looked at Tracey. "I didn't mean for that to happen...things just got out of hand."

"Don't be mad at me, Susie," said Tracey. "When you were holding me and your naked tit was right there by my mouth, I couldn't help it...I just wanted to kiss and suck it...and then I wanted you...I wanted you to love me the way I had read about. I'm sorry -- don't be angry."

"Silly, I'm not angry at you...I love you."

Susan kissed Tracey gently on the lips and then the tip of her nose. Susan chuckled when Tracey whispered, "Does that mean we can do it again sometime?" Susan didn't reply, she gave Tracey a hard passionate kiss driving her tongue as deep as possible into Tracey's mouth....Tracey had her answer.

They lay quietly in each other's arms and listened to the sound of rain starting to hit the bedroom window. Tracey snuggled closer to Susan and asked sleepily, "Have you ever done it with a boy...you know...go all the way?"

"Yes, once with Jimmy, that last night. What about you? Have you?

"Not really. Larry stuck it in me... but it hurt... and when I yelled he pulled it out. It was covered with blood and he got scared...his mother was due back from the store any time. I tried to get him to put it back in but he wouldn't," said Tracey. "We never had another chance...there was the accident and then we moved." Tracey hugged Susan, then asked shyly, "Did you...huh...did you ever suck Jimmy? Did you....did he cum....I mean cum in your mouth?"

"Once," chuckled Susan. "That last night when we got up stairs I started licking him and when I stuck my tongue in his slit Jimmy starting coming like a fire hose. The first shot of cum hit my cheek and the second one landed on my lower lip and chin....then I got his prick back in my mouth and sucked him dry."

"You actually swallowed his cum?" asked Tracey.

"Sure. It doesn't really have much taste," explained Susan. "I also took my finger and wiped his big glob of cum off my cheek and chin and raked it on top of my tongue.....Then...I stuck my tongue in his mouth and let him suck his own cum off my tongue."

Susan could feel Tracey giggling. "What are you laughing about?" asked Susan.

"It sounds so....I don't know....so wicked," laughed Tracey.

"I don't know about wicked, but it was sure effective. Jimmy got his hard-on back real quick and we had a really good fuck." Susan chuckled, "With Larry, that was just your cherry being broken - as pretty as you are, you'll have many more chances."

That night, just like tonight, she went to sleep in my arms thought Susan. Susan listened to Tracey's breathing as it settled into a steady, slow rhythm...Tracey was deep asleep. Susan closed her eyes and dozed off herself, still holding Tracey in her arms.

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 02



Mark blinked owlishly at the sun streaming in through the patio door, letting his eyes adjust to the early morning light before opening his eyes fully. Feeling the warm weight laying on his shoulder shift slightly, Mark tilted his head to look down at his friend's peaceful face. Mark gently slid down on the sofa so his face was level with Deacon's and gazed silently at his lover's sleeping profile. Reaching up with his hand, Mark lightly traced his fingers across Deacon's sharp features - perfect, high cheeks, pouty lips and an almost sculpted nose. 

There was a small scar at the top of Deacon's forehead, near his hairline. As he tenderly touched the tiny flaw, Mark frowned, remembering where the scar had come from. It had been Sarah and Deacon's three month anniversary, and when Deacon had opened a bottle of champagne, the cork had flown into the wall and right back at Deacon's head, creating a three inch gash and knocking him unconscious. 

Sarah and Deacon had spent their anniversary in the hospital emergency room, drinking Pepsi instead of champagne and eating Oreos rather than camembert cheese. Mark recalled Sarah saying it had turned out better than the night they had planned would have - it had shown her how much she loved Deacon, groggy, stitched up and ungraceful as he might have been. 

Suddenly, the telephone's shrill ring broke the morning silence. Still frowning, Mark quickly unwrapped Deacon's arms from his torso and swung his legs around to the ground. Finding and putting on his boxer shorts and t-shirt, Mark grabbed the phone and shut himself in the guest bedroom. 

"Hello?" Mark asked quietly, hoping the phone hadn't woken Deacon up. A cheerful squeal greeted his question. 

"Mark!" Sarah's voice crackled through the line, "how are you? Is Deacon there? Can I talk..." Mark listened as Sarah spoke to someone in the background. "...I know we have to go, but I just...well we should at least...it's Mark..." Mark gazed out the window as Sarah talked to the other person. Suddenly a very familiar voice came on the line. 

"Mark? Babe? Is that you?" An excited voice asked, and Mark felt the blood drain from his face. "Mark? Are you there?" Swallowing heavily, Mark opened his mouth and spoke to his girlfriend. They were having a great time, Marie said, but they could only talk real quick - she told him she loved him and made him promise he'd tell Deacon that Sarah loved him too. They said their goodbyes, and Mark hung up. Leaning against the door, Mark closed his eyes and frowned. 

Eventually Mark walked out into the kitchen and put the phone on the counter. He opened the patio door and wandered out onto the pool deck, deep in thought. Most guys talked all the time about how cheating on your girlfriend in certain circumstances wasn't technically cheating, but Mark wasn't most guys, and Marie certainly wasn't most girls. Sarah and Marie had jokingly told Mark and Deacon not to even look at other girls while they were away, and now he could honestly say they wouldn't. 'But this is still cheating,' Mark thought. 'We're cheating on them.' Mark sighed deeply. 'And ourselves. How cliché.' 

Mark was so deep in thought that he hadn't heard Deacon get up and open the patio door, yawning loudly. He hadn't heard Deacon call his name twice, and didn't register anything outside of his own thoughts until two powerful hands shoved him face first into the swimming pool. Gasping, Mark swam to the surface and glared at his grinning best friend, standing in his jockeys beside the pool. Before Mark could do anything in retaliation, Deacon did a running cannon ball into the pool, creating a huge splash and re-drenching Mark. 

As Deacon surfaced, Mark grabbed his friend's neck in a head-lock and forced him underwater. Deacon reached up and seized both of Mark's ears, and dragged him down with him. The pair play-wrestled for some time before they ended up on the steps leading into the shallow end of the pool, gasping for breath and laughing. When he had recovered, Deacon turned to Mark with a quizzical look on his face. 

"What were doing out here, all silent and pensive?" Deacon looked at his watch. "It's no where near noon yet, and I would've thought that after last night you'd be exhausted," he teased with a nervous grin. Mark rolled his eyes and snorted. Staring at the sky, the boys sat in silence for a while before Deacon sat up and turned to face his friend fully. "Seriously, what's up? Is it...about what happened?" Deacon frowned in earnest, trying to read his friend's face. "Because I still don't feel weird about it, and if you were worried about some strange morning-after thing, I wasn't gonna act psycho or angry or anything, I don't..." 

"No...nah," Mark began, plucking at his soggy t-shirt. "I wasn't worried about that, it doesn't feel weird to me either. I just...I was thinking about Marie and Sarah. They called a little while ago. Sarah said to tell you she loves you." Deacon fell silent and looked down at his feet and listened carefully as Mark continued. "This doesn't feel wrong, or awkward, at all - it feels way too right, actually. But we have other people to think about. What we're doing, it's still..." 

"Cheating," Deacon finished quietly, looking up at Mark intensely. "I've thought about that too. But this...us...I wanted it so much last night that if I didn't act on what I felt, I'd be cheating myself." Deacon sighed softly and lay back down on the steps. "And I still want this... I think you do too." Deacon didn't seem to be addressing anybody, but Mark answered anyway. 

"Yea, I do," Mark said decisively, "Now that I've had ...this...I don't want to give it up just because of what my mind says I should do. You were right, I'm sick of thinking before I act." Mark slapped at the water, glaring. "I don't want to hurt Marie, but I guess I want to have my cake and eat it too. I know I shouldn't throw away what I have with Marie in case this turns out to be..." Mark struggled to find an appropriate word, "...a phase. But I don't want to ignore what I feel for you just because we're not supposed to." Deacon rubbed his forehead and nodded slowly. 

"If this whole fucked up situation was reversed," Deacon replied slowly, "and Sarah wanted to 'try' someone else behind my back just to see if it would work, I don't think I'd be very receptive." Mark bit his lower lip silently, preparing for rejection. "But no matter what we do here, someone is gonna end up getting hurt." Deacon paused in thought, squinting at the bright light bouncing off the water. Turning to look straight at Mark, Deacon continued. "Sarah and Marie are going to be gone for five weeks whether or not we carry on with this. I don't want to hurt them, but I don't want to resent them either. Everyone's fucked either way, so I reckon we might as well follow our..." Deacon smirked, his eyebrow raised, "...hearts and see where they take us." With that assertion, Deacon leant over to Mark and kissed him roughly. Mark responded eagerly, pulling Deacon nearer to him as they sank back into the shallow end of the pool. 

Smoothing his hands under Mark's soaked t-shirt and lifting it up over Mark's head, Deacon flicked his tongue across his friend's lips, silently urging Mark to open his mouth. Using one hand to prop himself up with and the other to pull Deacon's face closer to his own, Mark returned the gesture and leant further into the passionate kiss. When Deacon suddenly reached down and began rubbing Mark's semi-hard crotch through his wet boxers, Mark's arm buckled beneath him. Not expecting the sudden and confident stimulation, Mark's upper body collapsed on top of his arm, and the back of his head hit the pool stairs with a wet thud. 

"Shit!" Deacon reached over and gently inspected Mark's head. "Are you all right?" Deacon asked, frowning in concentration. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out." Mark sat up and gingerly patted the back of his head. When he drew his hand back, it was covered in watery blood. Mark paled, the sight of his own blood bringing back long buried memories from the long hours he had spent in hospital. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mark shakily replied as he carefully pressed his hand to the wound. "And you didn't freak me out, I just...I wasn't expecting you to...it took me off guard." Deacon helped Mark up off the stairs and they walked into the house, dripping all over the floor. Deacon searched for something lying nearby to stem the flow of blood with, and gave Mark his work shirt to press on the cut. When it had stopped bleeding, Deacon moved to stand behind Mark to examine the gash. As Deacon moved, Mark self-consciously stepped away from Deacon, trying to cover up the scars from the accident. Deacon clenched his jaw and shook his head. 

"Sorry, I forgot about..." Deacon started, trailing off as Mark's eyes darkened. Shaking his head, Mark smiled weakly and patted his wound gingerly. 

"It's not very big, I think the water just made it seem like there was more blood," Mark said. 

"I'm such a screw-up! You'd think surfing would make me a little more coordinated," Deacon sighed in exasperation. Mark smiled and gently touched the scar on Deacon's forehead that he had caressed earlier that morning. 

"I guess the spontaneous passion thing doesn't go very well for you, huh?" Remembering what the scar was from, Deacon huffed a small laugh. "Anyway, it wasn't your fault. I was the dumbass who slipped and hit my head, not you!" Inside the cool house, Mark tried to hide an involuntary shiver - they were both still in their soaked underwear - but Deacon saw it and smacked his forehead with his palm. 

"Right, right," Deacon muttered as he got two towels from the hall closet. "Being half naked and wet equals being cold, nice going Deac." 

Although Mark had been swimming with people since the accident, it was always with a rash shirt on, even if he wasn't using a board. He had also had sex with Marie, but he still wouldn't show anyone his back, not even his parents. Even when he was with Deacon the previous night, he had made sure Deacon was lying low enough on the sofa so that he couldn't see Mark's back. Deacon had never pushed him about it - Mark was obviously still uncomfortable about the scars, and Deacon only wanted to support him; he didn't want to make him any more unhappy than he had been since December. 

Handing a towel to Mark, Deacon wrapped his own towel around his waist and expertly removed his jockeys from underneath, throwing them out the door where they landed on the patio with a wet smack. Mark awkwardly tried to do the same, and Deacon laughed as he watched Mark struggle to keep the towel up while he stripped. 

"You know, we saw each other totally butt-naked last night, up close and personal," Mark blushed unintentionally, "but now we won't do something as simple as this, something we do at the beach every summer!" Mark looked out the patio door and smiled at the irony. 

"I guess it is pretty stupid," Mark began, but stopped and looked down as Deacon fearlessly knelt down in front of Mark and ripped the towel from his friend's waist. 

Mark stood motionless, watching amazed as his best friend slowly pulled Mark's boxer shorts down his legs, exposing his thick, semi-hard cock. Deacon looked up at Mark when the soaked boxers sat at his feet, and tugged at them, wanting Mark to step out of the underwear. Mark complied, remaining silent as Deacon got to his feet and led Mark over to the sofa. Sitting Mark down on the sofa, Deacon stood between his friend's legs and dropped his own towel to the floor, revealing his long and hard dick, dripping with pre-cum. Mark reached out and stroked Deacon's naked thigh, leaning forward hungrily to have his second taste of cock. But as he reached out with his other hand to take hold of Deacon's penis, his lover pushed him back onto the sofa cushions. 

"Uh-uh," Deacon murmured huskily. "Don't move." Deacon moved forward, putting a thigh on either side of Mark's legs, straddling him on the couch. Using his fingers to trail paths through the water still on Mark's body, Deacon scooted forward so his dick was resting against Mark's own hard member. Deacon reached down and wrapped his left hand around both cocks and began to slowly jerk them off together, watching rapt as Mark tilted his head back to rest on the sofa and groaned in pleasure. 

Still jerking both the dicks, Deacon leant into Mark and lightly kissed the hollow of his friend's throat. Using only his tongue, Deacon made his way up Mark's jaw line to his earlobe. As he licked at Mark's lobe and neck, Deacon picked up the pace with his left hand, and his dick twitched as he felt Mark move his hand slowly up and down Deacon's wet back in long, deliberate lines. Pulling away from Mark's neck, Deacon moved into Mark's lips for a deep, fiery kiss. 

Deacon abruptly ended the kiss, immediately moving his efforts to Mark's hard nipples. Mark inhaled a breath sharply as he felt Deacon's warm, wet tongue engulf his sensitive nipple, and gasped even louder as Deacon suddenly flicked his fingers over Mark's swollen balls. Moving into a more practical position kneeling between Mark's legs, Deacon began licking up and down his lover's dick, using his hands to roam all over Mark's damp body, encouraged by the hisses and moans he was eliciting from his friend.  

Deacon slowly placed his mouth over the head of Mark's cock, licking and sucking it gently. Opening his mouth wider to take in as much of Mark's penis as he could, Deacon suppressed a gag as the head hit the back of his throat. Placing his lips firmly at the base of Mark's dick, Deacon swirled his tongue around Deacon's lengthy penis, fondling his lover's balls with his right hand and stroking Mark's stomach with the other. 

Deacon slowly drew his mouth up the shaft, creating a tense suction, and as he released Mark's dick and started to dart his tongue in and around the slit on the cock, Mark let out a deep groan, lost in a seemingly endless world of pleasure. Deacon put the cock back in his mouth, grinning around it at Mark's efforts to suppress his low, gasping moans. Sucking up and down the shaft quickly, Deacon stroked the sensitive spot between Mark's balls and anus with his finger. 

Deacon felt a change in Mark's breathing, and quickly removed his mouth from Mark's convulsing shaft, replacing it with his hand. Mark sat with his head back, eyes squeezed shut, moaning through his teeth as he came in deep, shuddering waves. Feeling Mark's cum hit his chest in long wet streaks, Deacon also erupted, orgasming without anything touching his dick for the first time in his life. When their climaxes subsided, Deacon unsteadily pulled himself up onto Mark's lap again, weak at the knees and covered in cum. 

Mark lifted his head and bought Deacon's panting mouth to his for a deep, exhausted kiss, feeling some of the warm, sticky cum on Deacon's chest plaster his own. Both too drained to kiss for long, Deacon slumped in Mark's arms, his head resting on Mark's broad shoulder. Mark let his head fall back against the back on the sofa, and they sat in each others arms in silence for a few minutes, the cum between them slowly trickling down their stomachs and drying in flakes. When he got his breath back, Deacon opened his eyes and smiled. 

"That's never happened to me before," Deacon whispered, his head still resting on Mark's shoulder. He started to softly draw circles on Mark's lower back with his fingers, careful to stay away from the scars, in case Mark clammed up. "I didn't even know it was possible." Mark lifted his head and frowned. 

"What's never happened?" he asked softly. Deacon shifted his head slightly, burying his face in Mark's neck and nuzzling his throat. Mark shivered and put his arms around Deacon's back, pulling his lover towards him tightly. 

"I've never cum without..." Deacon started, blushing in spite of himself, "well...without doing anything with...it, y'know?" Mark chuckled softly and kissed the top of Deacon's head, closing his eyes as he inhaled the smell of Deacon's wet hair. 

"I don't know about you, but in the last two days I've experienced a lot of things that have never happened to me before," Mark murmured, sitting up slightly. Deacon snorted softly and hugged Mark closer. 

"Smartass," he whispered into Mark's ear. "That's not what I meant." 

"I know," Mark replied quietly, grinning. They sat in silence for a few moments, Deacon yawning and fighting to stay awake, while Mark's mind wandered, thinking about when Deacon had tried to inspect his injured head earlier. 

Mark didn't know why he always concealed his back - he had plenty of scars in places that he couldn't hide if he tried, like his face. Mark's hand drifted to the side of his face, where a jagged white scar marred his jaw. Mark had never tried to hide the diminutive scars on his face, he didn't feel the need. 

His back was a different story, though - that was where the worst of the injuries had been, and the scars said as much. Not even his parents had seen the extent of those injuries - when their family doctor had been able to say for certain that Mark would live, the doctor had tried to shield Mark's parents from how close their son had actually come to death, and Mark had since carried on the tradition. The doctor had assured Mark that the scars would fade eventually, maybe needing some occasional reconstructive surgery that his parents were more than willing to pay for, even if they didn't know exactly what they were paying to fix. 

Mark sighed indecisively. Deacon had never prodded very far into the subject, but Mark knew he was curious. He knew it hurt Deacon that Mark wouldn't even confide in his best friend, and it had hurt Marie as well - Mark himself was used to the scars, knew every line and contour. It's not that there were a lot of scars - there were actually fewer on his back than there was on his forearms and legs - and they weren't particularly rough-textured either, but he was afraid of how the people closest to him would react to the severity, the size, the shocking look of them. Horror? Disgust? 

He knew these were probably irrational theories, but there was always a nagging 'what if?' at the back of his mind that would never go away. What if they started treating him differently, looking at him with pity in their eyes and worrying about him all the time? 

Mark forced himself out of his useless, dead-end thoughts, and looked down at the young man dozing on his shoulder. Mark smiled and moved his hands from Deacon's back to his rounded ass, gripping them with strong hands. Mark started to stand up with Deacon still in his arms, and pulled his sleepy friend closer as Deacon tried to pull free. 

"Sit still," Mark growled, "you're not that heavy." 

"What're you doing?" Deacon asked groggily, his voice muffled by Mark's skin. Still half-asleep, Deacon was mesmerized by the feel of Mark's well-muscled arms straining around him, rubbing against his flesh and creating a feeling that was both hot and cold at the same time. 

"I think we need to get cleaned up," Mark said with a grunt, hefting Deacon higher up on his torso as he stood up fully. Mark sensed Deacon nodding into his neck and felt Deacon's smooth legs wrap around his waist, his heels resting perfectly into the clefts of Mark's behind. Mark slowly walked to the shower, savoring the weight he held in his arms, wishing it would never have to end. For a few seconds, there was nothing else in the world but the feeling of Deacon wrapped around him; Deacon's smooth skin brushing against his own; the warm breath against Mark's neck; the hard but supple flesh under his fingertips. 

All too soon the journey was over, and Mark leant into the large shower in Deacon's bathroom to switch the hot water on. Mark continued to hold Deacon firmly to his chest as he went and got towels from the hall closet, and only released him when he stepped into the shower. Having almost fallen asleep in Mark's arms, listening to the steady beat of his friend's heart, Deacon gasped as the warm water hit his skin. He unwrapped his legs from Mark's back and stood lethargically, running his hands down Mark's wet, muscular arms. Taking Mark's hand in his own, Deacon looked up as Mark brushed the hair out of Deacon's face. 




No Regrets Ch. 02



"I wish you didn't ever have to let me go," Deacon said sadly. "I kinda like being with someone stronger than me. That must sound weird, huh?" 

"No, I know what you mean," Mark said huskily. "I like being with someone strong...but not as strong as me." Deacon laughed softly. "And I wish I didn't have to let you go. It's strange, I feel more comfortable with you...like this, than I ever have with Marie." Mark ran his hand over Deacon's defined stomach, wishing he could open up to Deacon, but he shook his head and forced a grin instead. 

"It's nice just standing here in the rain and all, but we do kinda need to clean up a little!" Mark said, and Deacon smiled distractedly, staring solemnly into Mark's eyes. 

"Well, what're you waiting for?" Deacon said carefully. Deacon was hoping Mark's comment about being comfortable with him meant that Mark was ready to confide in him, about the scars, the accident, everything that Mark had obviously kept inside since December. "The soap's on that shelf. Right behind you." 

Mark's smile faded as he realized Deacon's motive, and Deacon was immediately sorry he'd said anything. Feeling guilty and selfish, Deacon looked down at his feet and opened his mouth to apologize. But before he could say anything, Mark put his hand under Deacon's chin and lifted his head up to face Mark's. A nervous smile briefly danced across Mark's lips and he gave Deacon a sweet, tender kiss before reaching around to get the soap. As he turned around completely and deliberately, Mark fully revealed to Deacon, close-up, the one part of his body that Deacon had never been permitted to see since the accident - Mark's back. 

When Mark turned around, he felt his stomach tighten up again. He was so afraid of how Deacon would react, what he would say; Mark wanted to look back to see the expression on his friend's face, but he resisted the urge. Deacon, on the other hand, was glad that Mark had turned his head away as well as his back, because the instant he saw the scars, Deacon couldn't disguise his shock. Deacon had been expecting some faded, jagged lines across Mark's upper back, but he hadn't expected what was actually there. 

There were several very thin, faded white scars which were obviously surgical scars left from where the doctors had repaired Mark's critical spinal injuries. But scattered among the thin lines was the real evidence of the accident - unevenly distributed slashes and rough circles; the healed wounds were a deep, angry blend of reds, bordered with puckered white scar tissue. They still seemed raw and painful, even though Deacon knew Mark had full use of his muscles and back; but the sheer width and disfigured look of the wounds revealed how deep and critical the injuries had been. 

Agonizingly slow seconds passed as Mark stood fixed in the most vulnerable position he could think of, and there was nothing but silence from behind him. Deacon felt tears stinging his eyes as he unsteadily reached out and touched the scars, releasing a small, anguished moan as Mark trembled beneath his fingers.

When Mark felt Deacon's fingertips gently probing his back and heard Deacon moan softly, Mark started to shudder and concentrated on keeping the flood of pain inside him from bursting free - all the pain and insecurities of the last six months that Mark hadn't been able to share, all the shame and anger and fear was threatening to break out and consume him. As Deacon stared, he knew at that moment that Mark should be dead; Deacon had never really, truly realized deep within his soul that it was by an utter miracle that his best friend was still alive. 

Raising his head and breathing deeply until he had his emotions under control, Mark grasped the soap and turned around to face Deacon. Mark could see Deacon was trying his hardest to conceal how shaken he was, and Mark began to wash Deacon's stomach and chest in silence, waiting until Deacon was ready to talk. Mark impassively lathered up and rinsed down Deacon's body, and Deacon silently reciprocated the deed before putting the soap down and staring into Mark's dark eyes, the shower water beating down on them relentlessly. 

"Why..." Deacon tried to suppress the anger in his voice. "Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me?" Deacon's watery eyes were piercing, and Mark had to look away. "You didn't have to go through that alone, we..." Mark interrupted abruptly. 

"Don't do that," Mark warned tensely. "Don't you fuckin' dare feel sorry for me..." Deacon shook his head and reached for Mark's hand. 

"Why shouldn't I feel sorry for you?" Deacon asked forcefully as Mark pulled his hand away. "If you'd told us...told anyone! We could've helped you..." Mark snapped his head up and glared harshly at Deacon, his eyes flashing. 

"I didn't need your help!" Mark spat out bitterly. Gritting his teeth, Mark turned the water off. "I don't want to talk about it right now, all right?" 

Hesitating only slightly, Deacon nodded in agreement. They toweled off in silence and got dressed in silence. After several awkward moments standing together in the lounge, Deacon put his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat, his anger gone. 

"I...I'm pretty tired, I might take a nap," Deacon said, not meeting Mark's eyes. Mark nodded wearily, sitting down on the couch. Deacon stood awkwardly before walking slowly to his room. Watching his friend walk dejectedly away, Mark sighed unhappily and lay down on the couch. 

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An hour later, Mark was still awake. His mind was racing over and over what had been said in the shower, what hadn't been said, what could have been said, and Mark couldn't shut it up. Sighing deeply, Mark knew that Deacon was angry Mark hadn't confided in him, that he felt sorry for him....that he didn't want Mark anymore. That simple realization hurt more than the multiple operations he'd endured since the beginning of the year, and Mark couldn't undo it, no matter how hard he tried. A sound in the kitchen tore Mark out of his thoughts, and he turned his head quickly towards the kitchen to see what it was. Deacon was scuffling through the kitchen, wrapped in his duvet, a sheepish, anxious grin on his face. 

"Can't sleep either, huh?" Deacon asked quietly. Mark shook his head and looked down at his hands, unable to meet his friend's eyes. Deacon stood indecisively, not sure of what to say. "Can I...can I come lie with you?" Deacon bit his lip anxiously, hoping Mark didn't hate him for what Deacon had said in the shower. Mark looked up sharply, trying to gauge Deacon's request. He slowly nodded and moved over. As Deacon lay down and hugged Mark close to him, a wave of relief flowed through both their bodies. Without words or eyes, both boys suddenly knew that everything was all right between them. Mark knew that Deacon wasn't revolted by him, didn't pity or hate him, that Deacon still wanted him; and Deacon knew that Mark wasn't angry about what Deacon had said in the shower. 

They lay in perfect comfort for a long while before Deacon tentatively pushed his hands under Mark's shirt, pushing it over his chest. Mark silently adhered to the unspoken request, raising his arms as Deacon pushed the shirt over Mark's head. Mark rearranged himself, laying on his stomach with his head resting on his arms. Deacon leant over Mark's body, tracing his lips lightly over the scars while stroking Mark's lower back with his hand. Mark fell asleep with a small smile on his face as Deacon delicately explored his fading injuries. Deacon fell asleep not long after, his face nestled by Mark's. 

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Again Mark was suddenly woken up by the phone. The shrill ringing ceased suddenly, and as he gradually woke up, still half in his subconscious, Mark smelt a delicious aroma waft towards him. Rubbing his eyes, Mark squinted at his watch and saw that it was just after seven in the evening. Putting his discarded shirt back on, Mark followed his nose towards the smell, and saw along the way that Deacon must have been up for a while - the bloody shirt that Mark had used on his head had been cleaned and was hanging up outside drying beside the towels they had used, and Mark's boxers and t-shirt that he had swam in that morning had been washed and dried, and were folded up neatly on his bag. Mark found Deacon by the pantry, talking into the phone. Mark quietly asked who was on the phone, and Deacon mouthed it was his parents. Mark nodded in understanding, and started putting dishes into the dishwasher. 

As Deacon finished on the phone, Mark crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around Deacon's waist, placing his face into the crook of Deacon's neck. 

"What smells so good?" Mark asked, his voice muffled by Deacon's skin. Mark inhaled deeply, feeling the clean scent of Deacon's skin invade 

his nose. "Besides you, of course." Deacon laughed softly, shivering at the feel of Mark's warm breath on his flesh. 

"I thought after all the...activity we've been up to recently," Deacon implied, "we should restock the energy stores with a good solid meal." Mark 'hmph'-ed in agreement and ran himself a glass of water. 

"Oh, your parents called too, about an hour ago." Deacon told Mark. "They're all safe and sound in the hotel, I wrote the number down if you wanna call them back." Mark shrugged and peered over at the food. Deacon laughed, and after he had put huge servings of pasta and meatballs on each of their plates, they took their food to the sofa and ate in silence, engrossed by the television. 

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Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Mark burped loudly and laughed as Deacon threw a cushion at him, frowning in mock distaste. 

"What? In some cultures, burping is a compliment to the chef," Mark protested with a grin. Deacon raised an eyebrow and smirked. Standing up and walking to the sofa that Mark was sitting on, Deacon leant over his lover, placing his arms on the sofa cushions either side of Mark. 

"I can think of a much better way for you to thank me," Deacon suggested, his eyes drifting to Mark's crotch. Mark playfully shoved Deacon's stomach and sniggered as Deacon lost his balance and feel to the floor, landing with a thud on his rump. 

"Jeez, you're a machine!" Mark teased. "Don't you think of anything else?" Deacon scowled and punched Mark on the calf, causing Mark to yelp in pain through his laughter. Deacon couldn't keep the scowl on his face for long - it was good to see Mark laugh again - and his face broke into a wide, honest smile that made Mark's heart and stomach do somersaults. 

"I'm..." Mark's cheeks colored with self-consciousness. "I'm glad I showed you." Deacon flopped down on the sofa beside Mark and took his hand. 

"I'm glad you showed me too," Deacon started. "And I'm sorry about what I said in the shower, I had no right. I don't even have a shadow of an idea about how much you've been through..." 

"No," Mark cut in, "you were right." Mark frowned, anticipating the rise of emotions that would come to the surface at any moment. "I should've told someone, it was pointless for me to feel like everyone would treat me differently..." 

Mark's voice broke, and Deacon hugged his friend close as Mark told Deacon everything - the terrifying nights in the hospital, laying immobile and in agony; the constant pain and frustration of slowly rebuilding his muscles; the shame and embarrassment of the scars; and the inability to get over the whole thing, to just let it go - and all the while, Deacon held Mark's hand firmly and listened. 

When Mark stopped talking, his throat was raw and dry, but for the first time in six months, Mark wasn't worried about a thing. Now Deacon knew everything there was to know about Mark, every shameful thought and experience....and yet he hadn't let go of Mark's hand. Mark looked patiently at Deacon, waiting for him to say something. Deacon opened his mouth to speak, but closed it slowly with a frown. Instead, he lifted Mark's hand up and kissed the palm delicately. Mark saw a single tear drop from Deacon's face, and felt it land on his hand. 

"Thank you," Deacon said softly, and Mark expelled a deeply relieved breath. He leant towards Deacon and slowly kissed him, more gently and sensually than Mark had ever experienced. Mark broke the kiss and stood up, pulling Deacon up with him. He led Deacon to the bedroom and lovingly removed each bit of clothing from Deacon's body, kissing each part of skin as it was exposed. 

Deacon stood with his eyes closed, trembling each time he felt Mark's lips or fingers touching his body, wishing he'd put on more clothes so this divine torture would last a little longer. When Deacon was naked, Mark quickly discarded his own clothes and gently pushed Deacon onto the bed, kissing and sucking at Deacon's lips. They lay kissing intimately for longer than either of them ever had, not feeling the need to rush things along. Mark shifted his fervid lips across Deacon's jaw, slowly moving his way to his lover's flushed neck, making Deacon moan deeply. Deacon felt a pulsing hardness grind against his thigh, and arched his back, pushing his own aching cock against Mark's stomach. 

"I...I want..." Deacon fought with his tongue to make the words he desperately wanted to say come out, as Mark's lips continued to sear Deacon's neck. Deacon put his mouth by Mark's ear and whispered urgently. "I want you...inside me." Mark pulled away abruptly and searched Deacon's determined face. 

"Are...are you sure?" Mark asked with a frown. "We don't have to..." 

"No," Deacon said tenderly. "I know we don't have to, but I want to." Deacon kissed Mark's shoulder lightly. "I want you." 

Deacon pushed Mark back onto his heels and sat up, reaching over to open the top drawer of his bedside table. He took out a tube of lubricant and handed it to Mark without a word and laid back down on the bed. 

Mark crawled forward on his knees until he was between Deacon's legs. Hesitating, Mark frowned - what was the best way to go about this? Deacon answered the unspoken question by sliding his legs onto Mark's shoulder while pulling Mark down onto him at the same time. Mark tried to relax, kissing Deacon's neck while dribbling sufficient lube onto Deacon's crack. Deacon gasped at the icy temperature of the gel, and Mark laughed softly into Deacon's neck. 

Tossing the lubricant to one side, Mark gently used his fingers to massage the lube around Deacon's asshole, and lifted his head to look into Deacon's eyes as Mark slowly slid a finger into his lover's tight opening. Deacon raised his eyebrows, surprised at the feeling that a single finger was invoking. Deacon's dick quivered as Mark pushed his finger in all the way up to the knuckle, putting a strange but incredibly arousing pressure on Deacon's prostate. Mark withdrew the finger and pushed back in forcefully but gently with two. Deacon winced faintly as the fingers stretched his anal cavity, and Mark stopped pushing. 

"Do you want me to stop?" Mark whispered. Deacon shook his head, forcing a smile for Mark's benefit. Deacon wanted this to happen, but he was under no illusions about how painful this first time was going to be. 

"It's gonna hurt a bit, I know that," Deacon reassured Mark. "I'll tell you if I want you to stop. But unless I tell you to stop, don't." Deacon said firmly. 

Mark nodded and continued to slide his two fingers in and out of Deacon's asshole, trying to widen the canal enough so it would fit Mark's wide penis. Deacon let his hole get used to the invasion, then reached around and pulled Mark's fingers out. Mark raised his eyebrows, and Deacon nodded slowly. Reapplying lube to both his cock and Deacon's asshole, Mark steadied himself with one hand on the bed, and positioned the head of his dick up against the puckered ring of Deacon's anus. Mark looked uncertainly into Deacon's face, but his lover's eyes held nothing but trust and desire. Deacon could feel the bulbous head of Mark's penis against his hole, and although he knew it was going to hurt, Deacon wanted it, felt like he needed it inside him. 

Very slowly and very gingerly, Mark began to push into Deacon, keeping his eyes on Deacon's face. Deacon squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw as he felt the head enter him. It hurt like nothing he had ever experienced before, but he said nothing. Mark wanted to stop and ask Deacon if it hurt too much, but remembered what Deacon had said - don't stop unless I tell you. Mark pushed the entire length of his cock inside of Deacon as gently as he could, and paused when his shaft was buried to the hilt to let Deacon's ass adjust to it. Deacon was breathing heavily and still had his eyes shut. Mark frowned as a single tear of exertion emerged from Deacon's squeezed lids and rolled down his cheek, and Mark leant down, softly kissing the tear away. Deacon opened his eyes and forced a pained smile. 

"Are you ok?" Mark had to ask. Deacon looked in so much pain that this didn't seem right. Deacon nodded resolutely. 

"I'm...I'll be fine," Deacon's voice sounded strained. "Just...go slow, ok?" Mark nodded and tentatively began moving in and out of Deacon, using one hand to reach around to Deacon's dick and jerk him off. 

Being inside of Deacon was not like being inside of Marie - the pressure that surrounded Mark's aching cock was tighter, and the walls of Deacon's ass felt hotter, seeming to pulse around his penis. Mark struggled to keep the pace slow and even, but hearing Deacon's groans turn from pain to pleasure, Mark couldn't help but thrust deeper, harder and faster. Deacon never said a word - he moaned, cried out, gasped; but he never told Mark to slow down, to stop and pull out. 

As the minutes passed, the pain for Deacon was gradually evened out by an indescribable pleasure, deep inside where nothing had ever been stimulated before. To Deacon, it felt unfamiliar that he should be hungry for the feeling he was receiving, craving penetration rather than wanting to penetrate; but even though he winced at every thrust as it became more urgent and intense, when Mark pulled out to thrust again, Deacon felt an emptiness inside that he desperately wanted filled. But even as Deacon himself came in Mark's firm hand, a shuddering and exhausting release, even as Mark came inside of him, panting and flushed - there was still pain for Deacon. Mark lay on top of Deacon breathing heavily, and as he felt himself start to go limp, Mark gently pulled out of Deacon and lay down beside him. 

"Are you all right?" Mark whispered, stroking Deacon's arm. Deacon carefully rolled over onto his stomach and tiredly draped his arm over Mark's body, feeling a warm sticky fluid slowly trickle from his ass. Nuzzling up to Mark's chest with a slight smile on his face, Deacon nodded, too drained to talk, and he gently kissed Mark's neck. As Deacon nestled his head in Mark's armpit, Mark smiled, happier than he had been in a long time. 

Everything that he had been worried about for the past six months - his ambiguous feelings for Deacon, the scars, his illogical feelings about the accident; all resolved in one weekend, in a way that he wouldn't mind repeating. Mark squirmed down into Deacon as he drifted off to sleep, and within minutes was sleeping deeply in his lovers arms. Deacon sensed Mark's transition into sleep, and slowly began to follow. It wasn't easy - his ass was throbbing in pain and he had a feeling that the sticky stuff in his ass wasn't just cum. Stroking Mark's arms and body, Deacon breathed deeply until he felt sleep overtake him, wondering if it had hurt this much for Sarah. He'd never asked... 

To be continued....




No Regrets Ch. 02



Author's notes: Again I would like to "Thank" arbenitre, with all he has to do, he still found time for me! Thank you for finishing this chapter so quickly that I can get it to the readers. All feedback is always welcome and I will always answer any and all questions.

Enjoy!

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They ordered a new round of drinks and everyone in the group began to ask her all sorts of questions at once. They wanted to know what she was doing for the past year and why she hadn't been around.

She told them that she had been working in the city for a while, since the last time she saw all of them. That the job she now has requires her to work long hours. That she gets up at 5:00am to be in work by 8:00 am and that she sometimes works till 8:00 pm at night and does this every day. To her time was flying by so fast that she didn't even realize that it was almost a year since she saw all of them last.

Glen just sat there watching her talk with all their friends it was like the good old times when she used to hang out with all of them. She would look up at him every chance she had and noticed that he just stared at her. 

John started to tell her that it was really funny that she walked into the bar to night. She asked him why? He replied that they were all talking about a bunch of things they had done and her name came up a few times.

She raised an eyebrow and asked John what exactly where they all talking about that her name came up. As John mention things about the past, she began to remember, she looked into Glen's blue eyes as they grew wider and he cracked a big smile at her and she blushed.

She sat there thinking about when she first met Glen and their first date and where they went and what they did. She was daydreaming as all their conversations went on and then Glen brushed her cheek and her eyes came back and looked straight at him. He asks her what she was just thinking about and she turned red and said the beach. He then said oh yes the beach and smiled happily at her. It was as if they were in their own world for that moment with no one else around them. 

With disdain in his voice, John then asked her; so what brings you down to this side of town after so long?

She looked right at John and said; John what's your problem? Why do you dislike me so much?

Before John could answer her Glen said; Honey he doesn't dislike you in fact he likes you very much. Then looked John in his face and said; "Don't you John?"

She looked over to Glen with a confused look on her face. 

Glen continued saying; "we were just talking about you right before you came in, and John was just telling all of us that he had been jealous of our relationship and that he didn't hate you! In fact he actually likes you, he also told us how much he has always wanted to (he bent down to her ear and whispered "Fuck you")!"

She turned her head from his lips to look into Glens eyes and he nodded yes. She turned and looked at John and gave him a smile. 

She said, "really I would have never guessed it since the way you have always treated me."

"Well what can I say? I was upset that I couldn't have what I wanted, so the only way I could get over you was to be mean and hurt you!" John said.

"Well I guess that answered my question." 

"Yes it did! But you didn't answer my question?" John asked.

Glen knew why she was there, she could have anyone she wanted and she knew it, but she didn't want just anyone she wanted him and he would give her anything she wanted. But he wanted to hear her say it, so as she was looking at John he bent down put his lips to her ear and whispered; "so why are you here"? Then pulled back and waited for her to answer him.

Feeling his lips and breath on her ear she took a deep breath as she turned her face and brought her eyes up to meet his. Looking into those deep blue eyes of his she says; 

"I want you!" 

Glen gave her a big smile and let out a small chuckle tighten his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He kissed her fiercely on her lips and as his tongue entered her mouth and started to dance with hers she pulled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. They didn't care who was watching them at that moment, only that that moment was there right now. This is what Glen loved about her she was so forward and direct at what she wanted.

Glen could feel his cock harden in his tight pants making it uncomfortable to continue to sit. He started to shift in his chair breaking the kiss they were having. They rested their foreheads on each other and she looked down to his crotch and saw what was causing him to fidget in the chair. She looked up into his eyes and gave him a great big smile.

After that remark and the kiss they just shared, Glen knew it was time for them to leave. 

They turned back towards John and saw the shocked look on his face, his mouth still open in surprise at her answer to their question. 

"John close your mouth you look like a fish!"

Shaking his head he said; "I knew the reasons why, but I never thought I would actually hear you say it!" 

Then he turned to Glen and said; "admit you're her Boy Toy!"

"Why? If she wants me now I'll be anything she wants me to be!"

John just looked at his friend Glen in shock.

"What the fuck is your problem John? Jealous because you're not my Boy Toy"? Gale snapped at John.

"Damn straight I am!" 

Glen let out a loud laugh as they both stood up from the table 'John you're never going to learn are you?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Glen and Gale stood up from their seats and Glen pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as hard. Their tongues dances and swirled around each other's mouth till they let out a moan. 

"Get a bed room!" Several of their friends yelled at them.

She then pulled from their kiss and as Glens chin rested on her shoulder he said 

" that's exactly what we intend to do". And at the same time as Glens chin rested in her shoulder she turned and whispered in his ear. He pulled back and looked at her then nodded his head with a smile.

She stepped away from Glen and made her way around the table hugging and saying her goodbye to everyone. When she reached John she walked right past him and over to Glen and put her arms around his waist as he pulled her tight to him. 

John stood up waiting for his hug goodbye when she walked right past him and into Glen's arms. Johns face fell as the disappointment of not hugging her or kissing her goodbye hurt him. So he said; "what? You're still pissed at me for what I said about your Boy Toy over here. I'm not even good enough for you to say goodbye?"

Looking right into his face she said: "John I'm not pissed at you! And of course you're good enough for a goodbye, but this isn't goodbye!" 

John was now confused as he looked at her as she finished saying to him; "I want you to come with us!" 

John's whole body stilled as his mouth fell open again for the third time that night, as he looked straight at her and then to Glen and said, "Is she for real"? 

Glen gave John a great big smile and nodded his head to John as he pulled her close to him then said; are you coming? 



John was still in shock over what just happen. Did she really want him to go with them or was she just bull shitting him. He hadn't moved to follow them when Glen turned and said; "John let's not keep the lady waiting, let's Go!"

Gale turned in Glen's arms and put out her right hand for John to take it. He stared at her hand for a moment. This was for real; she wanted him to go with them. He reached out and took hold of her hand as he grabbed his coat with his other hand off the back of the chair. As they walked out in front of him John could only shake his head in disbelief. He watched her turn back to him and gave him that smile that made his heart pound. Her smile was one of the things he loved about her, along with the killer body he had always dreamed of holding. Now he was holding her hand and walking out of the bar with her and she wanted him.



No Regrets Ch. 02



On the drive home from Deb's house, I was filled with thoughts and visions of the four of us having sex together. In my mind, I visualized my fiancé's strong cock sliding into Deb's vagina and hearing her moan as every inch of his phallus sunk into her womanhood. I could barely keep the car on the road as I thought about Dale bending me over and then pushing into me while Alex watched. For a brief instant, I conjured up the exact moment when Alex would reach out and take Dale's cock in his hand and guide it to my anus, telling him it was okay to fuck my ass. How I got home without crashing the car I'll never know. 

Admittedly, the whole idea of Deb, Dale, Alex and me all in the same bedroom and doing sexual things to each other was a lot to wrap my brain around. But, I couldn't deny the fact that the more I thought about it, the more interested I was and the more I desperately wanted it to happen. By the time I got back to our apartment, my panties were so wet, I felt like I needed to change them. 

Luckily for me, driving home I had an absolute brainstorm on how I could use my legitimately wet panties to introduce Alex to the ideas Deb and I talked about while I was at her house that morning. So, after thinking it through a few minutes, I called Alex on his cell phone and put our nasty plan into action. I asked him if there was any way he could leave work early today. When he asked why, I started laying it on as thickly as I could and still make it sound plausible.

"My panties are sopping wet, Sweetheart." I giggled into the phone. "I need to feel your face down there, sniffing and licking me. I need you to make me cum and then I want you to take me from behind and fuck me senseless."

"What brought all this on?" Alex asked, as I heard him chuckle.

"I started daydreaming about the way you played with your cock in front of Deb the other night in their hot tub." I answered. "And, I started thinking ......uh......"

"Thinking what?" He asked.

"Alex, I can't talk about it over the phone. Come home and I'll tell you." I replied. "It's nasty, though, Alex, it's really nasty and I'm afraid you might get mad at me for thinking like that. Can you come home? I need a cock so bad right now." 

"Damn, Sally," Alex replied, "you're making me hard."

"Well, if you come home to take care of me, I'll make it worth your while." I said, clearly into the phone. "I'm not kidding, Alex, I'm in a pretty bad way here. I need a hard cock to suck and a strong man to fuck me. Are you gonna come home, or, do I need to call someone else? I bet your friend Dale would come over if I called him. You think he would?"

"Oh, hell yes." Alex laughed. "He'd be on his way before you could hang up the phone. I bet he'd do anything to get between your thighs!"

"Maybe I should call him, then." I teased, chuckling into the phone. "That way, I'd have at least one guy who was willing to do dirty, nasty things to me. You wouldn't mind sharing me with your golfing buddy would you?"

"Jeez. What's got into you?" He asked.

"I need some sex and I need it now." I moaned. "So, what's it gonna be? You or Dale?"

"Okay, okay." He chuckled. "Let me take care of a few emails, and I'll be there in less than an hour."

After we hung up, I skipped happily into the bedroom and slipped out of my jeans, top and bra. Stopping briefly at the mirror to compliment myself on my cleverness, I moved to my lingerie drawer to pull out the tiny, ruffled top of a see through nightie Alex bought me a few weeks back. To top off the look, I reached down to crease my panties way up between my pussy lips, and then turned to the mirror to see how it looked. 

There was no way Alex would miss the intentional, obvious panty crease in my crotch, and I knew it would immediately capture his full attention the instant he saw me. With a sinister laugh, I pulled the comforter and sheets all the way off the bed and put the pillows in a nice pile in the middle of the bed -- a dead giveaway that I was ready to be taken by my man. 

After spraying on a little of his favorite perfume, I traipsed into the kitchen to pour us a glass of wine and then took them back into the bedroom. I spent several minutes looking through our collection of sex toys for my favorite item: the spanking paddle.

Once I found it, I laid it on the bed and went back into the kitchen to wait for Alex to get home. I didn't have to wait very long, and as soon as he came in, his hand went right between my legs and he pressed his fingers into the crease of my sopping wet panties, just exactly as I knew he would do. 

"Can you feel how wet I am?" I asked, whispering into his ear. "I wasn't kidding, Sweetheart. I need your cock." 

Every woman knows exactly what to do to get her guy super wound up and excited. With my panties shoved up between my labia, I knew Alex would be ready to tear his clothes off as soon as his eyes focused between my legs. Believe me, I knew he wouldn't be able to resist a pair of fragrant panties, but finding me sopping wet, and hearing me say things like "I need your cock" pushed his buttons even further that I expected.

I could tell he was almost at the breaking point when he dropped to the floor at my feet and pulled my silky covered crotch roughly into his face, burying his nose into my panties and taking deep breaths as if his life depended on it. The roughness he displayed was simply a matter of his anxiousness -- the animal instincts in him which I knew quite well how to awaken. I loved it when he grabbed me like that -- so full of the explosive passion which I could unleash when ever I wanted to. 

After a minute of sniffing me and rubbing his face in my panties, I pulled him up and led him back to our bedroom. Upon entering, he saw the bed cleared off and the paddle lying there. Before he could say anything, I stopped and held my fingers to his lips.

"Shhhh. Don't say a word yet." I said, reaching for the paddle.

"Sweetheart," I said, "I've been a really bad girl today. I've been playing with myself and thinking about how nasty we were over at Deb and Dale's house last Saturday night. I started having some very bad thoughts - things I'm ashamed of.... things I deserve to be punished for, Alex."

Alex and I have played a 'punishment' game many times before. It's the game where I confess that I've been a bad girl and tell him I deserve a spanking. He likes this game as much as I do, but, for different reasons. For him, he likes it because he can take as long as he wants to look at, and, play with my panties while I'm over his knees or on the bed, positioned for a spanking. He loves to see how wet a light paddling makes me get, and, he dearly loves feeling my butt and between my legs while he's 'punishing' me. 

Oh, he never spanks me very hard; that's not the point of my paddlings. What he likes is the complete, unrushed and unrestricted access to my panties and my pussy from behind while he's going through the motions of spanking me. Plus, once my natural lubrication starts to flow and he sees how wet I'm getting, he becomes keenly focused and interested in the smell and feel of my vagina. You might think I use my panties as a weapon to get Alex going, and that might be true. But, like I said -- I know my man and I know exactly how to use his panty fetish to please him.

On the flip side, for me, being spanked or paddled is something I genuinely love, and I'm not exaggerating when I say it's always occupied a special place in my heart. Say what you want, but, as much as Alex loves panties -- I love to be spanked. 

Perhaps it's the exhibitionist in me, or the submissive part of me that yearns to be over someone's knee, or on my hands and knees offering my bottom to be warmed. I fully accept the fact that my spankings should be performed with minimal clothes on. Not only does that heighten my own arousal, but, it provides a mix of embarrassment and humiliation to go along with the submission I crave. All of this together creates such an unbelievably rich experience that radiates through my body and allows me to embrace and accept my fate to be exposed and spanked. 

And yes, I've confessed the darker side of my spanking fetish to Alex. And, although I've never been spanked in front of onlookers, he knows this is one of my most deep and sacred desires. We have yet to find the right opportunity for him to spank me in front of someone, but, he knows I would truly like that to happen. I see it as such a delightfully humiliating position to be in, especially if I've been bad enough to be spanked with my panties pulled down so everyone can see how wet and ready my pussy is. 

True to form, Alex picked up on the game and gave me a stern look. Reaching up to grasp my shoulders firmly, he asked me to tell him what bad thoughts I'd been thinking. 

"And, don't you dare lie to me, Sally." He warned. "You know I can always tell when you're lying, and that's only going to make it worse. It'll go much easier if you just tell me the complete truth the first time." 

I hung my head in mock shame and then raised my face and gave him my classic pouty face. "I'm so sorry, Alex." I began. "I couldn't help it. I was thinking about how you played with your cock in front of Deb, and I started thinking how much she probably wanted to touch you..... and suck you."

"I imagined myself watching her doing it." I panted. "How she wrapped her hands around your shaft and squeezed your hardness. She pulled you closer to her, and when she bent her head down to take your cock in her mouth, I wanted her to do it. I wanted to see your erection deep in her mouth with her lips wrapped around you, slobbering and gagging." 

"And then I started touching myself and fantasizing about it. I envisioned you and her together." I went on. "Dale and I stood there watching you, and I didn't do a thing to stop it. I enjoyed it, Sweetheart. I got off on it and I was so turned on, I just stood there and watched while you stripped her, pushed her over onto her back, spread her legs and fucked her. And, you should have seen the look on her face, Alex. She was in heaven. She was moaning 'Fuck me, fuck me' and you did. Your cock was plunging into her so deep, and I didn't want you to stop. I wanted you to fuck her."

"What else?" He asked, giving me a scowl and looking down at me. 

"You're gonna be mad at me for this." I answered. "But, I couldn't help it."

"Sally," he said, with an exasperated look, "quit stalling and tell me."

"I thought about us doing things with them." I replied, looking down at the carpet and lowering my voice to almost a whisper. "Both of us.... doing things with the two of them. Really nasty things, Alex."

"What kind of nasty things, Sally?" He asked. "Be specific."

I shook my head back and forth, pretending I was afraid to confess my thoughts in front of him. Immediately, he let go of my shoulder with his right hand and reached around to smack me smartly on my panty clad bottom. I kept in character, though, standing there soaking up the gloriousness of the light sting that was rapidly spreading across my butt cheeks.

"What things?" He repeated. "Don't think I won't pull your panties down right here and spank you on your bare butt if you don't answer me."

"Okay." I moaned, looking up into his eyes. "In my fantasy, you and Dale did things together. You touched each other and sucked each other, and then you let him fuck me.... in my ass."

"I'm so sorry, Alex." I blurted out immediately. "I couldn't stop myself from thinking about those things. It just got away from me and before I knew what was happening, my hand was down between my legs and I was cuming and cuming."

"I see." He said, finally loosening his grip on my shoulders. "And, all that turns you on? You'd get off on seeing me fuck his wife? Seeing me play with his dick and sucking him? Having him in your ass? That turns you on?"

"I said I was sorry." I replied, looking up at him, my eyes begging for forgiveness. "I didn't have to tell you, you know. I could have kept it a secret. I am trying to be honest about it."

"I realize that. But, it doesn't change the fact that you were unbelievably bad. And you're right, you do deserve to be punished." Alex answered. "I wonder, though, if you'd learn your lesson better if you had to confess your nasty thoughts in front of Deb and Dale, and then let them witness your punishment. What do you think about that?" 

'Oh shit!' My mind cried. That's a twist I didn't foresee coming. Quickly, I had to decide how to answer. I surely didn't want him to stop, pick up the phone and ask Deb and Dale to run right over to hear my confession, or, witness my punishment - especially before Deb had a chance to start working on Dale about the four-way Deb and I were secretly trying to set up.

"Maybe you could paddle me a little now and then make me service you like the nasty little girl I am. At least that way, I won't feel so guilty anymore." I replied. "Then, if you think I should be punished more, I'll agree to whatever you decide - no matter what it is, I promise."

"Very well." Alex said, giving me firm look. "I think that's fair. So, for starters, I want you completely naked except for your panties. Then get up on the bed on your hands and knees. You know the position I mean -- lay over the pillows with your knees far apart and your shoulders touching the mattress. I want your thighs completely open."

My heart was racing as I arranged the pillows so I could lay over them comfortably and still give him the access to my panties and the open view I knew he wanted. This wasn't an unfamiliar process for me at all -- we'd done this many times and I knew exactly the position he wanted me to be in once he was ready to start dishing out my punishment. 

I left him enough room on the sides and foot of the bed so he could move around my body. I was careful to position myself so he could easily reach between my legs from the back and touch and feel my panty covered crotch. Once I came to rest and became still, he put his hands on his hips and walked around the bed to inspect my lewd position.

"Very good." He said, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. 

As he undressed, he spoke calmly to me, telling me he was proud of me for confessing my nasty fantasy. He told me I wasn't being punished for fantasizing and masturbating, but rather, what I was fantasizing about.

"The deeper issue here," he said, "is that the things you fantasized about tell me you have several deep, unresolved sexual desires. Plus, you selfishly used our friendship with Deb and Dale to satisfy those sexual desires with no regard to their feelings what-so-ever."

It was clear Alex had an erection long before he undid his trousers and leisurely laid them over the arm of the chair next to the bed. His eyes never left my panty covered bottom and the warm, wet gusset of my panties. I knew exactly what he was seeing -- the way my panties were stretched across my little bottom and the way my panties were sticking to my wet pussy from behind. As the seconds drew on, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, knowing the obvious slimy spot between my legs was growing. He knew the state I was in, and, I knew the view I was giving him was exactly what he wanted, and exactly what he dreams about. 

Once he was naked, he got on the bed next to me, placed his fingers against the damp fabric of my panties and slowly started to trace his fingertips in a line up and down my slit. He'd pause briefly at my clit as he touched me, and then again at the entrance of my vagina, and once again at my anus as his fingers moved up and down between my legs. As this repeated over and over, he'd apply varying amounts of pressure, and the sensations he gave me were enough for me to settle into the pillows and say a silent prayer that he wouldn't stop what he was doing. 

The mixture of being in such a submissive, inviting and open position, along with the feeling he was creating in my crotch, was so powerful I began to unconsciously moan and wiggle my tush in rhythm with his stroking. I desperately wanted him to stop and diddle my clit so I could cum, and I'm sure Alex knew that.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." Alex said, softly. "Don't you feel even the least bit guilty about what you did?"

"Of course I feel guilty." I answered, trying extremely hard not to giggle to myself. "Go ahead and do what you need to do and I'll try not to enjoy it." 

I felt the bed shake and turned my head around to see him moving behind me. I wasn't prepared for the sharp sting of the paddle as he swatted me the first time.

"Oh, shit!" I howled, genuinely surprised as the bite of the first swat stung my skin.

"Stay still." Alex said, reaching out to put the palm of his hand directly on my butt cheek and press against the exact spot where he'd paddled me. At first, the light touch of his hand caused me to flinch, but after a few seconds, I began to melt into the sweet afterglow that followed. And, once the initial sting started to dissipate, I let myself relax and sink into the pillows I was lying on. 

His hand drifted down and pressed into the pantied crease between my legs again. My wetness must have really started to flow because as soon as he touched me there, I heard the unmistakable sloppy sounds of my sopping wet vagina being touched and played with. For him, this is a really big deal -- touching my panties where they cover my pussy, and especially when I'm as wet as I was. 

Alex concentrated on the two inches between my clitoral hood and my vaginal opening, slowly tracing his finger up and down my wetness. I almost begged him to put his finger inside me, but, I was there for his pleasure, not mine, and I didn't want to distract him from something he loved so much. And, this went on for a while, too. As I lie there with my butt turned up for him and my knees spread far apart, he took his time to feel me in every way he could. 

"I want your panties when we're done." Alex said to me, after clearing his throat several times. "These are in choice condition." 

I smiled when I heard his words. He knows very well I'm always more than happy to give him my panties anytime he wants them. 

When I felt his fingers finally leave me, I knew I was about to get another swat. Instead of bracing myself, I made an intentional effort to relax my butt muscles just as the paddle struck my bottom again. This time, he paddled the opposite cheek. Just as before, as soon as he'd done it, his hand covered the exact spot and he pressed his palm hand into my stinging skin. 

Anyone who truly enjoys a spanking will tell you there's a point in time where you finally subjugate yourself - allow yourself to give in and just let it happen. For me, this was that moment, and as he began to rub my stinging bottom, I became extraordinarily relaxed and sank another three or four inches into the pillows. My legs went completely limp, my hips loosened and I felt the abundant, natural lubrication in my vagina begin to flow out of me like a tiny river. 

This is the point where - if I was wearing panties, and, if there were other people watching -- I'd want my panties to be removed so my vagina could be lewdly exposed and displayed to everyone who wanted to see it. You see, that's the exact instant of total acceptance and submission for me. It wouldn't matter if the people watching were strangers, my brother, or even a co-worker. My fundamental need to be spanked and displayed would be satisfied the moment my panties are lowered and my wet vagina is revealed to who ever is watching.

But, Alex had other plans. He went further, giving me two more quick smacks on the first cheek and then two on the second cheek in rapid succession, causing my buns to heat up and my pussy to flood my panties with a copious amount of natural pussy lube. 




No Regrets Ch. 02



This time, there was no rubbing my butt cheeks. I felt his fingers raking up and down between my pantied labia until he located the exact position of my vaginal opening, and then he began to press his finger tip into my pussy hole.

"Jeez," he said, quietly, "I don't think I've ever seen you this wet." 

At this point, I was so far in my comfort zone, I could have cared less what he did. I was completely relaxed and bathed in a sea of long awaited and very welcomed submissiveness. I'd already reached the point where I'd given up any semblance of modesty and all control of the situation. My only wish was to be allowed to feel like this for a long, long time, and let my body serve him in any way he desired. 

I wasn't sure what he was going to do next until the bed moved and I felt him push his face into the crotch of my panties from behind as he pulled my butt cheeks apart.

"You know I can't resist you like this." He said, pulling his face away long enough to take a breath. 

"I know, Sweetheart." I was able to blissfully reply. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself. Then, when you're ready, you can paddle me some more, or fuck me, or whatever you want. You can always finish my punishment later, I won't put up a fuss about it."

There was no answer from him at all. I felt his face move back into my crotch and shortly thereafter, I felt the bed begin to shake. I smiled to myself knowing he was jerking his cock, probably in idyllic happiness, while he buried his face in my wet panties. Even though this was a very predictable act for him, I always get a thrill and a huge sense of satisfaction when he does it. It never ceases to amaze me how much my sexual smell and something so simple as a pair of panties can drive my man wild. 

He jacked himself for several more minutes before he finally got up on his knees behind me and moved in close, rubbing his throbbing cock against the gusset of my saturated panties. Without saying a word, he reached down to move my panties aside and then placed the head of his cock against my opening and slowly entered me. I felt each millimeter of his swollen member as he pushed in, until he'd penetrated me all the way.

"You know," he whispered down to me, as he abruptly yanked my hips back against his engorged member, "if I give you a reprieve on the rest of your paddling, I reserve the right to punish you at any time in the future."

"Uh huh." I said, enjoying the way he'd impaled himself into me. "What ever you say, Sweetheart."

"And, you won't give me any problems?" He asked. "When I say it's time for your punishment, you'll obey me and submit to it. Right?"

"Of course I will. You know that." I answered. 

Without another word between us, he started to gently fuck my pussy from behind - very slow at first, but soon his pace was building..... thrusting into me deeper and faster. I knew he probably wouldn't last long -- he never lasts very long when he's fucking me with my panties on. I know how much he likes to look down there while he's fucking me to see how it looks -- with my cute panties pulled aside and his cock buried between my hairless pussy lips.

The funny thing is, although it started out that I was doing all of this for him, his cock was rubbing directly against my g-spot in such a way that it caused me to lift up and push back into him. With each stroke, his cock rubbed me just the right way while it filled my wanton pussy. He was holding on to my hips, humping me -- thrusting into me -- and after a few seconds, I found a position that felt the best and simply stayed like that and enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated by Alex's cock.

I knew I'd have my first orgasm quickly and I hoped he'd last long enough to stay hard inside me before he had his own climax and pulled out. I felt him reach forward and push his hand between the pillows and my tummy, and then felt him slip his fingers down inside my panties, directly to my clitoris.

The next sixty seconds were a blur to me as he began to stimulate the small bud of my clit. That sensation, coupled with the feeling of his inflamed cock rubbing against my g-spot and him filling me up, was just too much. I began to buck and push back wildly against him. I tried to prolong the feeling by wiggling my hips away from his finger diddling my clit, but, he had me pinned down. Even though I struggled to reduce the direct contact from his finger, I couldn't. 

I felt my orgasm start, building quickly until it overtook me and caused me to push up on my hands and yell, "Harder, harder. Give me your cock! Fuck me!"

Alex did just that -- roughly and deeply. He was slamming into me, grunting and impaling himself into my vagina. I felt him slow down for a moment and then following a loud groan, Alex started to erupt forcefully inside my pussy.

We usually don't cum at the same time, but, this time we did. And, as I squirmed and wiggled my pussy back against him, he pushed into me and gave me his hot, sticky semen. We stayed like that for several seconds while my climax peaked and he emptied himself into the warm, wetness of my pussy. I love that feeling -- the feeling of his cock convulsing and contracting inside me.... depositing his sperm into my vagina. 

After we both caught our breath, the next half hour was spent with me sitting over him, hovering my pussy less than an inch above his face. He took his time, grazing his nose and mouth against the soaking wet crotch of my panties as he methodically sucked our combined juices out of my vagina. He loves to do that, I know he does, and I love to let him. 

While he licked and cleaned me, I thought about the plan Deb and I were cooking up for our men. I smiled, contentedly, with the knowledge I'd successfully planted the seeds and took a big step toward making it happen.

To be continued...



No Regrets Ch. 02



Tommy was running, trying to get away from Bobby Jones.

"Come back here!" he heard him shout as he rounded the corner to the village hall where a party was in full swing. It was where Tommy had just been before bumping into Bobby and knocking his drink all over him. It was a welcome party for fresh American troops who had just arrived to join the war. Americans had been in England now for a couple of years, having joined when Japan had attacked Pearl Harbour. However, more troops had arrived since. A lot more. England, it seemed, was gearing up for something big.

The party was in full swing and the sound of Glenn Miller could be heard blaring away. The GI's were getting acquainted with the local girls who were in plenty supply as most of the local men were away fighting for their country.

Tommy had been called up but had failed the medical due to flat feet and his very slim and small physique. He certainly wished he'd been fitter as he tried to run away from his assailant.

Tommy quickly realised he had run into a dead end and with nowhere left to go he backed up against a wall. Bobby came round the corner and was on top of him in no time. Punches flew. Tommy dropped to the ground.

Bobby was a local farm hand and an out and out bully. He had been called up for active duty but had managed to get out of it by being a conscientious objector. It made him very unpopular, not that he wasn't already. He was tall and strong and his face was disfigured from the years of constant fighting. He was a loner, and at the age of thirty preferred his own company which suited everyone as his personal hygiene was most definitely lacking.

"This is for spilling my drink!" He thumped and kicked Tommy. These days it seemed Bobby would use any excuse to fight.

Suddenly Tommy heard cries of pain other than his own. He looked up to see a GI laying into Bobby and deflecting any attempt from him at striking back. Bobby was losing fast and fear spread across his face, it was obvious he had met his match.

"Fuck off yank! Fuck off back home!" he said as he ran off.

The GI looked down at the sniffling boy. Tommy felt such a wimp, so helpless. He stood over him and extended a hand, "You ok?"

Tommy took his hand and the GI helped him to his feet. Tommy nodded, grateful for the help and sniffled as he came up. The man's greased jet black hair, accentuated his lean face and strong square jaw. His large brown eyes glistened like deep dark pools and seemed to smile even when he wasn't. Tommy always found the American accent interesting, but from this man it was enchanting.

"You dropped something," he stooped down and picked up a black and white photograph.

"She's pretty," he said, admiring the woman in the photo. "Who is she?"

"M-m-my mother," Tommy said.

"Is she inside?" The GI asked pointing to the village hall as he handed the photo back to Tommy.

Tommy hung his head. "She was killed in an air raid."

"Oh I'm sorry, I had no idea."

Tommy looked up at him, this large man seemed awkward, "That's ok, you weren't to know."

"My name's Ryan," The GI extended his hand again. "Ryan Monroe."

"Tommy Anderson"

Their hands touched. It sent shockwaves through Tommy's body and he was aware of the sudden arousal in his groin. There was something different about this handshake. As they stared into each others eyes Tommy could see something happening to this big GI. His face lost all expression and his eyes seemed to glaze over.

Tommy could see he was shaken as he took out a pack of woodbines and offered one to Tommy. "No thanks, I don't smoke" he said.

Ryan sat on the steps at the back entrance of the village hall. Tommy staring at him as he lit a cigarette. Ryan smiled at Tommy and patted the vacant step next to him. He didn't need telling twice. They sat beside each other in silence for a while, stealing glances, wondering what to say.

"Thanks," Tommy finally spoke.

"What for?"

"Stopping Bobby Jones."

"That big oaf? Seemed a little unfair to me. Why was he beating up on you?"

"I spilt his drink," Tommy stared at the ground.

"Hardly a reason to hit you."

"He doesn't need a reason."

Ryan drew on his cigarette, his face lighting up red from the glow of the smouldering tip.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" Tommy asked.

"Army training. I grew up with some pretty rough cousins too, we wrestled a lot."

"I'm glad you came when you did."

Ryan smiled, "Well I was getting bored in there so I came out for a smoke."

Silence descended, both stealing glances once more. Something was happening here and they both new it.

"Er, how old are you?" Ryan asked breaking the silence.

"Eighteen."

"Really? Wow you look much younger."

"I know, it's a curse." Tommy hung his head.

Ryan placed his hand under Tommy's chin and turned his head to face him, "Hey, don't be in such a hurry to grow up. Believe me, one day you'll come to realise that it's a blessing, not a curse."

Tommy smiled and it seemed to him for a moment that Ryan might kiss him. What was he thinking? Why would on earth a man kiss another man? He returned his gaze back at the ground between his feet, stunned that such a thought would enter his head.

"So, if you are eighteen, and I believe you - how come you haven't been called up?"

Tommy hung his head again. "Flat feet."

Ryan's laughter was infectious. "Seriously?"

Tommy couldn't help but laugh with him.

"So, where's your father?"

"Inside." Tommy pointed to the door behind them, "he's just a no good drunk," he added with bitterness in his voice.

"Is he the one shouting off about us Yanks? Doesn't seem too pleased to see us."

Tommy lowered his head. "Yeah, that sounds like him. Sorry about that."

Ryan laughed and put his arm around Tommy's shoulder. No one had ever shown him attention like this before.

"He's angry because he wants to fight but he can't because of his injury," he added. "And ever since Mom died all he ever does is drink. He spends all of our rations on it. If it wasn't for the fact that I work at the grocers I think we'd starve."

"Do you miss her?"

Tommy nodded and tears gathered in his eyes, unable to speak for fear of losing it. Ryan turned to him and brushed his blond hair off his face.

"Hey, it's ok to cry you know."

Ryan had an expression on his face that Tommy had never witnessed on another man before. A countenance that he had only ever seen on his mother's face; it seemed strangely reassuring.

"Tell you what, how do you fancy coming to my room? I have much better liquor than the crap they sell in there." Ryan said.

Tommy nodded, pleased to have made a new friend, and also pleased that this friend seemed to like him. It was only a short walk to the village inn.

"How come you're not in the barracks?" Tommy asked.

"Not ready yet. They're putting some of us up in here till then and I'm not complaining, it's way more comfortable and I get a double bed," he replied, winking.

Once inside, Ryan poured them both a shot of bourbon. Ryan swigged his back in one gulp; Tommy tried to do the same and ended up choking.

"Steady on, just sip it for now," Ryan said, gently placing Tommy on the bed. "Are you ok?"

Tommy nodded; tears welled up in his eyes. He felt so stupid. Ryan knelt down in front of him and brushed his soft blond hair away from his eyes once more. There was that look again. Tommy had never had a man treat him so kindly. Sure, men patted him on the back or tousled his hair, but never with tenderness. It reminded him of his mother.

As Tommy looked up through his tear filled eyes Ryan did something astonishing. He leaned in and softly kissed Tommy on the lips. Tommy froze, awash with new emotions and feelings. He knew men weren't supposed to do this sort of thing. It was queer, but, for some reason, it didn't feel wrong. On the contrary, it was exciting. His heart raced like it was trying to escape from his chest. He felt giddy. But most of all he had an erection!

Ryan pulled away and Tommy looked at him in disbelief.

A look of fear swept over Ryan's face.

"I'm sorry," Ryan said, kneeling back on his heels, "I shouldn't have done that."

"W-w-why did you?"

"I couldn't help it, you are so damn handsome."

His mother used to call him handsome, and now this strange man had called him that. Silence descended as they stared into each other's eyes.

Tommy didn't know if he should protest, he didn't want to, he really liked it. He looked at Ryan's moist lips as they glistened in the soft light. He wanted that kiss again. He gripped the bedclothes with anticipation of tasting those lips once more. Ryan lowered his gaze. Tommy's chest heaved.

He placed his hands on Tommy's knees and slowly slid them up his legs. Tommy's breathing quickened and he groaned with sheer excitement as Ryan's hands reached for his hidden jewels. Ryan ran his fingers along the length of his erection, squeezing gently, feeling his hardness. Tommy trembled. He closed his eyes. Shocked, yet incredibly turned on. Never before has anyone touched him in such an intimate way, it felt wonderful.

He felt Ryan's lips against his, only this time Tommy wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck. He returned the kiss, for some reason it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. As the kiss continued, Ryan unfastened the buttons on Tommy's threadbare shirt. He was powerless to resist. He didn't want to resist. He wanted Ryan to strip him naked. As he slipped Tommy's shirt off his shoulders his calloused hands caressed the soft sensitive teenage skin causing Tommy to gasp. Ryan pulled him close, broke the kiss and gently ran his lips over his neck just below the ear. Tommy groaned in sheer delight, falling limply into Ryan's arms. Ryan held him tight, the fabric of his tunic rough against Tommy's erect nipples.

Ryan whispered in his ear, "Your lips taste like apple blossom."

"I've never done this before," Tommy panted.

"Neither have I," Ryan replied. "Do you want to?"

Being a virgin, Tommy knew he wanted to do something. "I don't know what to do?" he admitted.

Ryan nibbled at Tommy's earlobe causing him to gasp.

"Let's see what happens," he whispered.

Tommy flung his head back and groaned with delight as Ryan nibbled at his earlobe again. Suddenly he was aware of fresh air encircling his genitals, without realising it, Ryan had undone his belt and fly exposing his hard six inches. Tommy wasn't wearing underwear and with a little help his trousers was soon about his ankles. Then with a flick of the hand, the trousers, socks and shoes had been completely removed.

Tommy trembled with excitement. He was naked in front of a strange man, his hard cock oozing fluid and flexing in anticipation. Ryan unbuttoned his tunic and Tommy realised he was about to see Ryan naked.

Ryan paused and asked, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Tommy nodded vigorously. "Please," he groaned.

Tommy could hear the lust in his own voice. Ryan seemed to relax a little.

Soon the GI's chest was bare, muscular, and with a soft covering of hair. His body toned and lean. His trousers were next along with his underwear and Tommy whimpered when he saw Ryan's hard-on. It was magnificent. Much bigger than his own, he didn't know what he was supposed to do with it, but he knew he wanted to touch it.

Ryan moved to the bed pushing Tommy onto his back. They kissed again allowing their hands to explore each other's bodies. Tommy was in heaven, he never imagined, in his eighteen years of life, that making love with another man could be so wonderful. Tommy put his hand round Ryan's cock, feeling its solidness, so thick and full of virility. He wanted to make Ryan feel as good as he did, he wanted to return the wonderful sensations and he stroked the huge tool causing Ryan to moan in delight.

Ryan stroked Tommy as their kissing intensified and he squirmed and groaned beneath him. Tongues explored each other's mouths, fighting a duel for possession.

Tommy's body was now hyper sensitive, his nipples solid and erect, his climax inevitable. He moaned loudly and writhed as he felt it build, but it was too soon, he didn't want it to end; he wanted the feeling to last forever. He couldn't stop it. No matter how he tried, his whole body tensed and a wave of euphoria washed over him. He cried out into Ryan's mouth as his body convulsed and he ejaculated.

Ryan was taken by surprise as Tommy's ejaculation hit him in the face. Ryan quickly erupted himself adding to the streams of semen gushing between them. He groaned into Tommy's mouth, their lips locked throughout their orgasms.

Ryan rolled onto his back, "Wow I've never cum that quick before," he said.

Tommy silently stared at the ceiling, a million thoughts rushing round his head. He was breathless, but calm, serene and happy.

They both looked at each other. Tommy had never looked at another man so intensely in the eyes before. He was entranced. It felt like there was a deep connection.

Ryan was first to break the silence. "You Ok?"

Tommy nodded. Ryan rolled onto his side and scanned the semen covering Tommy's teenage body. "Wow, we really made a mess huh?" He ran his finger through it, his touch causing Tommy to giggle.

Ryan fetched a towel and cleaned it up. As he discarded the towel he climbed onto the bed and pulled Tommy to him. Now Tommy was lying on top and it was he that initiated the next kiss. It became more passionate and soon they were both fully erect once more.

"Tommy, I want to make love to you," Ryan said looking him deep in the eyes.

"Isn't that what we just did?" he asked naively.

"Well yes, but there's more than just kissing and jerking each other off," Ryan explained.

Jerking is a word he'd never heard before, an American saying no less as he'd always known it to be called wanking. Hearing Ryan say this made Tommy realise how inexperienced he was at this.

"I want you to teach me," he said.

Ryan smiled, "Of course, but do you understand what I'm asking?"

Tommy shook his head.

"I want to be inside you, I want to fuck you."

Tommy was startled, "You mean...bum me?"

Ryan laughed, "If that's what you call it, then yes."

"But, won't it hurt?" Tommy asked.

"Yes, to start with, but it feels really good, I'm sure you'll like it."

Tommy swallowed hard, it scared him but he had this overwhelming desire to please Ryan. Finally he agreed.

There was tension in Tommy's voice. "Are you scared?" he asked.

Tommy nodded, Ryan kissed him. "I promise to be gentle."

In one swift move they changed places. Tommy was on his back with Ryan looming over him. Ryan lifted Tommy's legs and got him to hold them. Tommy's heart raced, terrified of what was about to happen. He was about to have second thoughts when Ryan's head went down between his thighs and his tongue touched Tommy's tight hole.

Tommy almost yelped out with shock. "Oh my God!" he panted.

Ryan stopped and looked up, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Do it again! Please!" he said, his eyes wide with desire. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that his anus could have been the centre of such amazing pleasure. Ryan's tongue quickly got back to work teasing his hole, and he moaned loudly. Ryan's tongue probed deeper and Tommy flung his head back into the pillows. Any second thoughts he had about getting fucked had quickly been replaced with the desire to have his anus played with.

Ryan replaced his tongue with his forefinger and gently slipped it inside.

"Oh Jesus!" Tommy gasped, "Oh god, please fuck me!"

"I will sweetheart, I will. But we need to open you up a bit more first, otherwise it will hurt."

Sweetheart! Tommy didn't know if he wanted to cry or laugh but he was sure of the intense love he was experiencing towards this handsome brute of a man. Slowly but surely Ryan added more fingers until he had three buried deep inside Tommy.

"Please Ryan, I'm ready. Please!" Tommy begged.

Ryan produced a large amount of saliva that he rubbed on his throbbing erection. Kissing him, Ryan pressed against his virgin hole. Tommy felt a dull pressure and suddenly his sphincter gave way and the head of Ryan's cock slipped in.

"Arghh fuck!" Tommy shouted. "It hurts!"

"It'll pass, just hold it there," Ryan assured him.

"Please Ryan, it really hurts!"

Ryan ignored him and held him tight.

Tommy clung to Ryan while he waited for the pain to pass, to his relief it did and he eventually relaxed.

"How does that feel now?" Ryan asked.

"Like I need a shit," Tommy said and Ryan laughed.

Ryan pressed further, Tommy felt uncomfortable. It wasn't as pleasurable as he thought it would be but he was glad the pain had passed. Soon Ryan was fully inside and Tommy was aware of a deep pressure. When Ryan began to slide in and out, his cock brushed against Tommy's prostate that sent shockwaves of extreme pleasure through his body. He suddenly understood why homosexuals did this.

Ryan fucked Tommy deep, and the boy loved every inch of this soldier. He knew now he was born for this moment; to be with this man. In his mind they were meant to be together. Tommy was now fully erect having lost it initially from the pain, he watched it bounce with each thrust.

Ryan had a look of ecstasy on his face, he seemed be enjoying it as much as Tommy was. They both looked at Tommy's cock as a glob of clear liquid oozed out.

Ryan paced Tommy's prostate more aggressively. Tommy knew he was going to ejaculate but this time it was different, much more intense. His moans high pitched as a wave of euphoria swept over him.

"Arrghh fuck!" he shouted as Ryan's cock pounded into his prostate. Finally Tommy released another load of semen up his torso. His sphincter spasmed around Ryan's cock and after a few more strokes Ryan delivered his load deep into the boy's bowels.

Ryan collapsed on top of Tommy, both panting heavily. His cock slipped out and Tommy suddenly felt empty.

"Ryan."

"Yes."

"I think I love you."

Ryan suddenly sat up, Tommy felt scared. Ryan's face had changed, his brow furrowed and his eyes hardened. He seemed angry.



No Regrets Ch. 03



Susan sat in the front porch swing waiting for Allan. He was picking her up at 3 p.m. to get an early start on their date. She decided she would wait on telling him about picking up birth control pills. She and Tracey had driven to the Planned Parenthood Clinic in Madison and gotten prescriptions - Tracey had wanted one too, as she said, "Just in case." Cathy, Susan's mother, came out the front door and sat down with her on the swing.

"Are you waiting on Allan? she asked.

"He gets off at 2:30 and said he'd pick me up about 3."

"You must like him?"

"I do Mom. He's nice....you said so yourself. You know his mother died last year. He really understands how I feel about Dad being killed."

"Your Grandmother knows his father. I'm just glad you met someone here...I wish Tracey could meet someone as nice. I know you both hated to move to the country, to Grandma's, and leave all your friends. I felt bad about having to do it," said Cathy.

"Oh Mom, it wasn't your fault. After Dad was killed, Tracey and I both knew we couldn't afford to keep the house and stay in Virginia. Now, I don't really feel that bad about the move, and I'm actually looking forward to going to the Junior College here. Allan went there two years."

Cathy placed her hand on Susan's thigh and gave it a light squeeze. "Good, I'm glad you feel better about it." Looking a little embarrassed, Cathy said, "You know we never have talked about the other evening.....about how you found me....I...I've been ashamed to bring it up."

Susan chuckled, she had walked into her mother's bedroom and caught her using a dildo and in the middle of what must have been a fantastic orgasm. She took her mother's hand in hers, "Mom, there's no need to talk.....I understand. I'm a big girl. I KNOW," Susan stressed the word know, "you and Dad had an active sex life....remember my bedroom was right next to you guys and I'm a light sleeper. I know you miss Dad, and you must miss the sex. There's nothing wrong with relieving yourself." Susan chuckled, "Besides, that was a wicked looking dildo, I might want to borrow it sometime."

"SUSAN!!" she said in a shocked voice. "You know I liked sex?"

At that moment Allan pulled into their driveway, Susan leaned over and gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering in her ear, "Mom, you're what the guys call a 'Moaner', but you're a moaner with a capital M.....see you later."

Cathy felt herself blushing a little bit as she watched Susan get in Allan's car. Allan gave her a wave and she waved back, thinking, "He's a nice looking kid - they both are. A moaner, Paul always did say her moaning turned him on when they were having sex." Cathy chuckled to herself as she went back into the house.

"Sorry I was late," said Allan as Susan scooted over next to him. "We had an emergency come in, a poodle got hit by a car. I had to stay a little longer and help out. Don't get too close, I'm pretty dirty."

"You weren't all that late.....it's no problem," replied Susan. "Where are we going?"

"I need to run by the house and shower and change clothes, these got a little bloody. I started to do that first, but it would have made me even later. I had to drive by your place to get home so I thought I'd go ahead and pick you up. Do you mind?"

"Course not," said Susan.

As they pulled up to Allan's house, Susan asked, "Is your father home?"

"No. He's out of town. He had to go down to New Orleans and won't be back till this weekend."

When they got in the house Allan gave her quick kiss, but jumped back when she went to put her arms around him. "Careful, you'll get messed up....you don't want this blood on those white shorts," laughed Allan. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back in a second."

Susan waited a couple of minutes and then walked back to the bedroom. She started removing her clothes and after she had heard the shower running for minute or two she entered the bathroom. Allan was in a large glass shower stall; his back was to her as he lathered his hair. Susan eased the door open and stepped in behind him, as she put her arms around him, she felt him give a little jump.

Susan kissed his back, "I thought you might want some one to scrub your back for you."

Turning to face her, Allan said, "I do.....I do." Allan kissed her and pulled her to him. She could feel his prick already erect and rigid as a pole poking into her.

"Let me wash you." Taking the wash cloth Susan began to rub it over Allan's chest, lathering up his chest hair....making circular motions her hand moved lower and lower until she was rubbing it over his prick, balls, and reaching under them to wash the crack in his ass. "We need to get this fellow real clean," she whispered as she washed his prick. "Let's see if he tastes clean," she said kneeling down and taking the head of his prick in her mouth, running her tongue around the crown of his prick. Looking up at Allan, she said, "Hmmm....he does taste good."

Allan pulled her up....kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "Oh God, Susie, I want you so much it hurts," he gasped. Susan turned off the water and they quickly tried to dry off. Falling on the bed, still more wet than dry, Allan began sucking her tit, teasing the nipple with his tongue. His hand slid down through the damp pussy hair to her cunt, a finger slipping between her pussy lips and deep into her moist, hot pussy. "Ohhhhh....Allan......I want you.....I want you now.....I want to feel your prick in me....I want you so much....so much," moaned Susan.

Quickly getting a rubber from the nightstand, Allan handed it to Susan, "Do you want to put it on?"

"Yes," gasped Susan. Sitting up she opened it and placed the rubber over the head of Allan's rigid prick and rolled it down his shaft. "Now, put that beautiful prick where it belongs," she said huskily.

Susan lay back and Allan crawled between her legs and guided his prick to her pussy. He began to rub the head of his prick up and down between her pussy lips, teasing her pussy hole with little short thrusts of his prick. "Ohhhhh....Allan, put it in me....put it in me deep," moaned Susan. As Susan thrust her hips up to meet him, Allan drove his prick into her hot, wet pussy to its full length. "Oh God, that feels good," moaned Susan as she ground her pussy against his prick trying to get him even deeper into her throbbing cunt.

"Susie.....Susie, you're wonderful........God.....you're great," moaned Allan. Allan lengthen his strokes, driving deep into her pussy and withdrawing to the head of his prick before ramming it down into that wonderfully tight, hot, wet pussy again. He drove his prick deep into her and holding it there rolled over and put Susan on top. "Now, you fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Susie, fuck me...fuck me as hard as you can. God, I want you so much.

Susan began to lift her ass and drive her pussy down on Allan's rigid prick - she could feel his hands on her buttocks helping to force her pussy down on his prick as he thrust up to meet her. Pushing her pussy down on his prick Susan sat up and ground her pussy into his pelvic region forcing his prick as deep as possible into her aching pussy. As she pumped her pussy up and down on his prick, Allan began to play with her tits, teasing her nipples with his fingers. Susan groaned, "Ohhh Allan that feels so goooood.....suck my tits......please suck them....hard." As Allan sucked her tit, Susan increased the tempo of her pumping, "Ohhhhh....God.....I love to fuck you, Allan....I love to."

Allan reached down to her pussy and began to finger her clitoris, taking the swollen, engorged clit between his fingers and tweaking it. Susan began to pound her pussy even harder on his prick, moaning, "Oohhhhh....Allan I'm going to cum....NOW......NOW.....I'm cummiiiiiinnnggg."

Allan grabbed her buttocks and thrust his prick into her, meeting the downward thrusts of her pussy, grinding his hips into her. Allan gasped, "Susie......Susieeee," as he felt his cum spew into the rubber.

Susan collapsed on his chest, her breath blowing his chest hairs awry. They lay there holding one another as his prick slowly soften in her pussy. "Susie, you're wonderful," whispered Allan softly. "Just wonderful."

"You're pretty wonderful yourself," Susan answered quietly, her lips brushing the nipple on his chest. "That's a wonderful 'Little Fellow' you have down there."

Allan laughed and lifted Susan's head and gave her a tender slow kiss. "Maybe, but that's quite a place he keeps visiting." As Susan started to roll off him, Allan said, "Wait. Let me hold on to the rubber...it might come off again."

Susan chuckled and rolled off while Allan held the rubber in place. Sitting up Susan slid the cum filled rubber off his limp prick. Lowering her head Susan took his cum coated prick in her mouth and sucked him clean. Allan moaned as she finished sucking him and kissed his prick. "No more life in him right now," said Susan. "We'll let the little fellow rest," she said as she laid down and snuggled up to Allan twisting his chest hairs around her fingers and kissing the nipple on his chest.

As they lay there quietly, enjoying the contented feeling left by their orgasms, Allan stroked Susan's hair, "How did I get so lucky to find you? You're so damn beautiful - I've never even had a girlfriend before. Most of the dates I went on turned out to be disasters."

"You never had a girlfriend?"

"Not really. Dad was managing this huge tree farm for the company. We lived so far out, the closest town was over sixty miles away. I didn't actually go to school until the ninth grade. Mom was a teacher so she taught me at home. Allan paused, "After Mom got sick the first time, Dad transferred here to be near medical facilities. I had a hard time fitting in at school......heck, I had never been around that many kids before, especially girls."

Susan laughed, "Well it's just my good luck I found you before they discovered what they were missing." Susan raised her head and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I like what I found," she said giving him a deep tender kiss.

Allan hugged her, brushing her hair back so he could see her eyes, he asked, "Do girls think about....you know talk about....about sex, as much as boys?"

"I don't know if it is as much," laughed Susan. "I know any time you get a group of girls together, sooner or later, the conversation is going to be about sex. I think everybody thinks about it, even your Dad, my Mom. I suppose everyone has sexual fantasies of one kind or another."

"Hmmm, do you have a sexual fantasy?" asked Allan.

"Well kinda....Don't you have one or two? Isn't there something you daydream about when you play with this little fellow?" asked Susan as she gently gripped his limp prick. "Or something you dream about when you have a wet dream?"

"I guess so....I guess that's what you'd call them. Although, lately all I think of is you." Allan gave her a quick kiss, "Do girls have wet dreams?"

Susan laughed, "Well not like yours, we don't cum all over the bed sheet, but, yeah, we have sexy dreams....I dreamed about you the other night after we kissed on the porch."

"Really, what did you dream about me?"

Susan chuckled, and kissed him, "I dreamed we made out on the porch, in the glider. I woke up before I climaxed, but my pussy was soaking wet. I finished myself off with my fingers."

Allan kissed her gently and asked, "What's your fantasy?"

Susan chuckled, "Okay, I'll tell you mine, if you'll tell me your's.....OK?"

Allan nodded yes.....Susan gave him a quick kiss and began, "I'm with someone, no one specific, they're good looking, well built. With out getting rough he removes all my clothes and ties me to the bed....I'm spread eagle on the bed totally naked. He gets undressed and he has a huge hard-on, as big as your little fellow," she says as she grips his prick and gently squeezes it. "He never hurts me but he begins to play with my pussy, tits, makes me lick and suck his cock. What happens varies. One time he screws me, but stops short of letting me cum until I beg for it, another time he screws my tits and shoots a load cum all over my face, anther one he ties me face down and puts a vibrator in my pussy and screws me in my ass.....it just goes on an on. Oh yeah, sometimes I'm blindfolded when he does it, so I don't know what is going to happen until it does."

"Does that sound crazy?" Susan gently sucked on his nipple, "Okay, now what's your fantasy, you said you would tell me. If you don't tell me, I'll bite your nipple off."

"Better that than something else," said Allan. Then as Susan gently took his nipple between her teeth, he laughed, "OK....OK, I'll tell you. I'll see some one I like and at night imagine I've with them. You know that first time we went out, I came home and jerked off thinking of you. In fact, I did it almost every night that week, and that Friday night, after we'd kissed, I made myself cum twice."

Allan paused, "You know there is one daydream, about sex, that I have a lot times. It's one where I'm hitch-hiking, camping, something - the camping one is my favorite, and I meet or get picked up by two beautiful girls...the weather turns bad and we're stranded together. We end up doing everything, one sitting on my face while I eat her and the other one is on my cock, or one girl is eating the other girl while I'm screwing her doggie style. The combinations go on and on. It's always just me and two girls, never another guy or even three girls."

Allan pulled Susan to him and kissed her, "You know, I haven't even thought about that daydream since I met you. To me you're a fantasy come true."

Susan kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and holding him tight. As she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Allan...you're all the fantasy I've needed. I never knew sex could be this good."

Allan kissed her back, "Neither did I.....I still can't believe how lucky I am." Allan smiled at her, "I liked your fantasy, maybe you'll let me make it come true for you."

Susan laughed, "Yeah, you would, wouldn't you.

Susan gave him a deep kiss, "We'll try anything you want to try. I don't think I have any hang ups about sex; it's suppose to be enjoyable." She gave him another quick kiss, "I'm certainly enjoying it with you. In fact, the next time I'm in the bookstore, I'm going to pickup one of those books, you know, 101 Ways to Satisfy Your Man."

Allan pulled her close and nibbling at her ear whispered, "You're fantastic, you really are."

Fondling his prick, Susan laughed, "Well fantastic or not, right now I just want get this little fellow interested in some action." She kissed him on the stomach and then took his limp prick into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. She could feel his prick growing larger, filling her mouth, and then pressing against her throat making it hard to breath.

Raising her head, she gently sucked on the head of his prick, stroking it with her tongue. Then giving it a kiss, she laid down on top of Allan fitting his now hard rigid prick between her thighs letting his shaft press against her wet pussy lips.

Susan kissed him. "That really turns me on, feeling it grow like that in my mouth, getting so large and so hard."

Allan chuckled, "If turns you on, imagine what it does to me."

She reached down and guided his prick between the lips of her pussy and into her hot tunnel, pushing her pussy onto his prick.

"Susie, I don't have a rubber on. Let me get one."

"I want to be able to feel you...really feel you in me, not a rubber. It should be safe, I double checked the dates of my period." She kissed him pushing her pussy even further down on his prick. "Doesn't that feel better - it does to me, I love it. I want to be able to feel you, all of you, and to feel you cum in my pussy."

"Oh Susie," he moaned softly as he thrust his prick up driving it deep into her hot moist cunt. "Oh God, it feels wonderful, like a hot, wet velvet glove is gripping me."

She began to move her ass slowly up and down, sliding his rigid shaft in and out her aching pussy. "Go slow...make it last a long time. Oh God, you feel good...I can really feel you," whispered Susan. "That's it nice and slow....yes..yes, get deep into me, as deep as you can." She kissed him running her tongue into his mouth as she barely moved her pussy up and down, only a couple of inches, on his rigid prick.

After a few minutes of this, Allan grabbed her buttocks and held her still against his prick. "Oh Susie, wait..wait, don't move. Let me calm down for a minute...I don't want to cum yet."

She kissed and hugged him to her, "That's okay...Take your time...it feels good just having you in me. I love the way you feel. When you get ready, roll us over...you get on top."

He gripped her buttock with his right hand and holding her tight against him, they rolled over never letting his prick escape from its velvet prison. Susan wrapped her legs around his upper thighs holding him even tighter against her as Allan began to slowly stroke his prick into her aching cunt. She gripped his buttocks in her hands and pulled him into her pussy, wanting to get his prick as deep into her as possible.

After quite a few minutes of Allan slowly stroking his prick into her aching cunt, Susan began to moan softly and thrust her hips up to meet his prick on its downward plunge, "OH Allan, I'm not.....I can't wait....I'm going to cum. I want you...I want you now. Fuck me...fuck me as hard as you can."

He lengthen the strokes and began to drive his prick into her pussy faster. The wet sounds of his prick going into her dripping pussy just excited Susan even more, and she gripped his buttocks even harder, pulling him into her pussy. She could feel her fingers digging into his flesh. "OOHHhhhh Allan....Allan. That's good.....so good," she moaned. "OOhh My God....I'm cumming. Don't stop....Harder, Fuck Me Harder. OH God...oohhhh."

Susan's climax triggered Allan's when he felt the tremors in her body and her pussy gripping his throbbing prick like a soft wet vise. With a loud moan he rammed his prick as deep into her pussy as he could and felt it erupt again and again as he spewed his cum into her cunt. With a soft moan Allan collapsed on to Susan, hugging her to him, his prick still buried deep in her.

"Damn, I've never cum like that before...that hard," gasped Allan.

Panting, Susan hugged him whispering, "Neither have I....not that intense. I felt that all the way down to my toes."

When he started to roll off her, she held him even tighter. "No, stay there. I like to feel you in me...I don't want it to end yet. Hold me...hold me tight."

"I'm too heavy laying on you like this. We'll just roll over on our side." He held her tight against him as they rolled over, his prick still buried in her pussy. "There, you've still got me where you want me."

She kissed him gently and then buried her face against his neck. "I'm totally wiped out. I think I'd have a hard time standing up right now. My legs feel too weak." Susan chuckled, "If I have a G spot you must have found it that time."

Allan brushed her hair back and kissed her ear, running his tongue around the contours of her ear. "Susie, just lay here...I'll hold you. I love holding you like this. We don't have to go out. I'll throw a pizza in the oven and we'll eat here."

"Good. I just want to lie here with you, let you hold me and get a few minutes rest. I'm so tired."

Allan held Susan in his arms as she dozed off to sleep. Glancing at the clock he saw it was only 6:15, so he shut his eyes as well - he was tired. He didn't even feel it when his limp prick was squeezed from her tight cum filled pussy.

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 03



A hollow clanging sound roused Deacon from his dream. In the dream, he and Sarah had been at the town's annual fair, a silly little apple-themed affair. He had taken her there for their first date, and had taken her there again almost a year later to tell her he loved her. He'd spent almost five dollars the first time trying to win her a toy at some stupid sideshow, and then she'd won it for him on her first try. Grinning at the memory, Deacon raised his head from the pillow and looked at his high shelf - the Lion King toy took pride of place in the centre, its ear still matted from when, at the end of the night, Sarah had squashed her candy apple against the soft toy as she kissed him. 

Deacon grinned into his pillow and stretched heartily, wincing at the pain in his ass. Deacon's head shot up and he frowned at his realisation. His ass hurt? Another metallic crash emanated from beyond his bedroom door, this one followed by a muffled, and distinctly male voice cursing something. The colour drained from Deacon's face and he groaned into his pillow as the previous night's events came back to him. He remembered the talking, the kissing, the....his stomach rolled as he recalled the last activity of the night. 

'Oh, no use tiptoeing around it now,' Deacon thought to himself. 'You got your ass busted good, boy.' No, he wasn't thinking of it like that, it was more than that. 

Slowly sitting up in the bed, feeling sticky and a little sick, Deacon rubbed his hand over his face and through his dishevelled hair. Yes, the talking, the kissing....'and the most incredible sex you've ever had,' he finished silently. The most intense fuck in his life, and it had been his best male friend delivering it. 

'You're in this now,' Deacon thought. 'Even if saying it out loud makes you cringe, you got ass fucked and you loved it.' Smiling ruefully, Deacon gingerly got out of bed and padded towards his bathroom. He took a lengthy piss, and then a boiling hot shower, cleaning away the sweat, cum and tiny bit of blood from the night before. As he emerged from the bathroom, the sound of sizzling and smell of bacon caused his stomach to growl appreciatively. Deacon quickly threw on some sweat pants and a wife beater, and moved to open the bedroom door. He paused and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of any nagging doubts or questions - he needed to have a definite attitude about this thing, or they'd both end up pussyfooting around, mumbling to their respective feet and making everything awkward. Deacon opened the door, walked down the hallway and leant in the doorway of the kitchen, his confidence evaporating as he watched Mark poke bacon around in a frying pan. 

Deacon noisily plodded down the two steps into the kitchen and leaned on the counter, his hands in his pockets. Mark turned, and their eyes met. A full minute passed, and neither boy said a word, not a smile nor a frown exchanged. Deep, brown eyes gazed into pale, steely ones. Deacon swallowed heavily and looked away, a blush rising on his neck as flashes of their coupling resurfaced in his mind. Mark turned towards the stove and flicked the element off. Deacon turned hesitantly and started walking towards the sitting room, a deep sigh catching in his chest - he couldn't read Mark's expression at all, good or bad. 

'Or maybe I just don't want to,' Deacon thought glumly. He had always wondered why Sarah was so clingy after sex, why she needed so much reassurance from him. Reassurance of what, he had never known. Now he was getting a clearer idea of where her mind was at those mornings. Having Mark inside of him the night before had been a lot more than just fucking for Deacon; it had been that too - he was an 18 year old male, sex was as essential as breathing - but it had been a pretty mind-altering experience. Deacon's biggest fear this morning was that it hadn't meant anything to Mark, that it had just been a chance to get off. He knew he should know better, he and Mark had been through too much and were too close to risk ruining their friendship for the sake of a one night stand - but that knowledge didn't stop Deacon from becoming convinced that that's all it had been for his friend. Will you respect me in the morning was a question becoming less funny and more concerning in Deacon's head. 

Deacon was halfway out of the kitchen when a strong hand encircled his forearm and tugged gently. Mark forced Deacon around to face him. Deacon swallowed again, startled by the tears threatening to break loose. Mark clenched his jaw and put a hand on either side of Deacon's face, bringing their foreheads together. Closing his eyes, Mark exhaled slowly and thumbed the side of Deacon's face. Mark had been unsure of how to act this morning, how he was supposed to feel about the whole thing. Deacon had looked so vulnerable and fragile when he walked into the kitchen, and Mark had suddenly realised that he needed to say exactly the right thing to his friend at that moment, for both their sakes. But Mark's mind had gone blank as he looked into his lover's solemn eyes, and he knew anything he said would be the wrong thing. So he had just stared at Deacon, not knowing how to make it right. 'The longer you wait, the worse you're gonna make it,' Mark reminded himself. 

"I...Are you okay?" Mark's voice came out husky and uneven. Deacon tentatively placed a hand on Mark's waist and leant into Mark's grip. He let out a long breath, not even aware he'd been holding it. 

"Better now," Deacon said faintly. Mark moved away from Deacon's forehead, hands still on either side of his face, and briefly kissed the trembling lips in front of him. Again the boys started at each other silently, until a snicker escaped Mark's mouth.  

"How lame are we, man," he said quietly, and Deacon laughed softly. Moving towards the stove, Mark removed the pan from the element and scooped the bacon onto two plates containing hash browns and eggs. 

"Over-easy alright?" Mark grinned as Deacon nodded with a smile. "I...I've never really needed to know how you like your morning-after eggs." Deacon's eyes sparkled. 

"Unfertilised," both boys said in unison, giggling briefly as their eyes met. Deacon reached out and took the utensils out of Mark's hands and put them back on the counter. Reaching around Mark's waist, Deacon drew his lover close and they kissed deeply.  

"Am I gonna need to put these plates in the oven, or are we gonna eat now?" Mark mumbled into Deacon's cheek. Deacon smirked and pushed Mark away playfully, glad that the tense atmosphere had been broken. 

"Fine, let's eat then," Deacon replied brusquely, grabbing a plate and a fork, and heading towards the lounge. Mark followed suit with a grin, but his smile faltered slightly as he noticed Deacon's faintly awkward walk. 

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With the eating finished and the dishes done, there was nothing to occupy the boys' thoughts, and both their minds inadvertently turned to the previous night. Sitting by the pool side by side, their pant cuffs rolled up and feet dangling in the sparkling water, the two best friends sat in pensive silence. Deacon shot a quick look sideways at his friend and sighed. 

"Are we gonna have to talk about this?" Deacon asked. 

"I don't know..." Mark started hesitantly. There was something he wanted to ask, but he still wasn't sure if he wanted the answer. After debating internally for a moment, he took a breath. "Are you...okay? I mean, really okay? I noticed you walking a bit...stiff...before." Deacon huffed a small laugh under his breath. 

"Yeah, maybe I'm a little...tender, this morning," Deacon replied with a self-conscious grin, "but it's not a bad kind of sore in any case. You know that, right?" Deacon asked, searching Mark's face. 

"I guess so..." Mark said. "But I didn't mean...you seemed..." 

"Come on, you've been to the gym before," Deacon said reproachfully. "You work out a muscle you don't generally use, it's bound to be a bit sore the next day, right?" Mark nodded dubiously. "Don't worry about it, please? Just try and remember what it actually was, okay?" Mark looked sideways at his friend and raised an eyebrow. 

"What was it, then?" Mark asked boldly. Deacon produced an embarrassed grin and looked away. 

"...I hope I'm not totally missing the mark with this synopsis," Deacon said quickly, "but what it was for me..." he bit his lip anxiously, and blurted out, "...was the most incredible sex I've ever had!" Deacon looked towards Mark to see how he would react to his confession, and was taken aback by the sudden look of blatant want in Mark's eyes. Before he knew it, Deacon was down flat on the patio surface, Mark pressed up against him, his best friend's tongue trying earnestly to clean the back of Deacon's throat. Rough, strong hands were all over his body, coming to rest at the top of his sweats. Mark hoisted Deacon's legs up high on his waist, and grappled with Deacon's waistband. Deacon grunted in pain as Mark's hands roughly caressed his ravaged ass, and gently but firmly pushed Mark away from their kiss. 

"...Sorry," Deacon breathed, trying to draw air into his lungs to replace what Mark had sucked out of him. "Sorry, it's just... even though it doesn't hurt much right now, I'm thinking we might need to lay off the...the internal activities for a little while," Deacon explained, his cheeks reddening. "Sorry, it just might be a bit much for me to handle right now..." Mark shook his head in impatience. 

"You don't have to apologise, I should've realised..." Mark rolled back onto his heels and frowned slightly. "Look, it's only because you're a bit sore right now that you don't want to, right? Because if you don't want to....do that again, just tell me, okay?" Deacon raised his eyebrows at Mark. "I just meant...you're not pulling the 'I've got a headache' card on me, are you?" Deacon sat up abruptly. 

"You think of me like that, like I'm a chick?" Deacon asked hotly. "You wanna hear me say it, is that it?" Mark frowned, confused. 

"No, I...what? Hear you say what?" 

"You wanna hear me say that I liked it, that I got fucked in the ass, and I fucking loved it? That I want it again right now?" Humiliated, Deacon scrambled to his feet and started walking toward the house. Halfway across the patio, he turned abruptly and paced back towards the pool. "It's because you don't want to do it again, isn't it? I gross you out, because of what I did?" Deacon's voice cracked with emotion, all his insecurities and doubts rising quickly to the surface. "And you just made that breakfast and everything because you didn't know how to tell me that it was just a fuck for you, that I make you sick for liking it, for what I want to do with you..." Mark stood up and shoved Deacon square in the chest, silencing his frantic tirade. 

"Don't be a fuckin idiot!" Mark shouted at his friend. "No, I don't think of you like a girl, I think of you as my best friend; yes, I do want to hear that you liked it and want to do it again, because yes, I do want to do it again; and no, you do not gross me out or make me sick, I think you're amazing!" Mark stopped and took a deep breath, calming himself down. He too had been concerned about what Deacon would think this morning. He was afraid Deacon would say it had been a mistake, a one time thing that they needed to put behind them. Or that he'd be mad at Mark for doing it, for making him do it. "I'm sorry, I..." Mark held his hands up in puzzlement. "What made you think any of that? What did I say?" Deacon dropped his troubled gaze to his feet and fiddled with his t-shirt. 

"I don't know..." Deacon shrugged and looked at Mark. "You don't feel...guilty about it, that it's not right? I don't mean the cheating, I mean what we actually did, the sex. That even if we were single, that this would be...wrong, us being together?" 

"You mean, two guys together?" Mark asked, and Deacon nodded. "I don't know...we established yesterday that none of this felt weird to us, which was weird in itself, right?" Deacon nodded again. "So the only reason this feels wrong is if other people's opinions are in the equation. What we did..." Mark looked into Deacon's eyes and smiled. "What we did last night felt incredible, we agree on that much, right?" 

"Yeah, I know it was," Deacon said. "This...it just brings a lot of questions into my head, that I have no way of answering. Like..." Deacon bit his bottom lip anxiously. "Like am I suddenly gay now? Is it all guys or just you, do I still like girls..." Deacon sighed and tapped his finger to his temple. "You opened Pandora's box in my head, man." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Mark said. "Look, I get as uncomfortable as the next straight guy if I see or think about gay guys, but I guess...I guess I don't really see us like that." 

"How can you not?" Deacon asked, incredulously. "We...you fucked me up the ass, how is that not gay?" 

"I know, but...it's you." Mark said simply. "I don't know how to explain it...it's like it wasn't just sex for the sake of sex, but more like...the only way for us to get closer than we were. Oh God, that sounds so lame..." Mark rolled his eyes and scratched his forehead. "Since the accident, we've been...I don't know, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about." Mark threw up his hands in exasperation and sat down heavily in a patio chair. 

"Yes you do," Deacon said, sitting cross-legged in front of Mark. "What were you about it say? If we're so close, how come you can't tell me?" Mark screwed up his face and sighed. 

"But if you haven't thought about this like I have, even a little bit, what then?" Mark asked anxiously. "I don't want you to think I'm a goddamn lunatic!" Deacon shook his head firmly. 

"Look, I've thought about a lot of things way more than I should have since December," Deacon replied, "and we've both obviously thought way too much about last night, so you can't be anymore of a nutcase than I am. But you first. You've never really talked much about the accident except last night, so I wanna hear this. I need to hear this." 

"Okay," Mark said with a shrug, "but I can't promise that any of this will make sense." He lay down on the patio chair and Deacon lay down on the tiles, both of them looking up the clouds. Mark took a deep breath and started talking, hesitantly at first, then more passionately. 

"So much of my energy before the accident was spent on being a stereotype - I wanted the right girl, the right body, the right friends, the right interests. Not consciously or anything, but I was pretty content not to look any deeper into a lot of things, and what I was supposed to be and what people thought of me was pretty important to me. After my accident, before I knew for sure that I was going to be okay, I had a lot of time to think about a lot of things. If things had gone a different way, I could have been disfigured and paralysed for the rest of my life. And where would that put me, in my mind? Everything I had been before the accident would be completely irreconcilable with my new situation. I could never have what had been my idea of the 'normal' life. It made me look more closely at what I wanted out of life - what I wanted to do and why, and what I really wanted out of the relationships I had. 

"I guess after the accident, I started wanting things to be a little more...meaningful. And less confined in terms of what I used to think I should be like. I did a lot of thinking about things that I would have considered were only for people who were unhappy - questioning God and the big picture, trying to understand who I am, what I am...some real beliefs so that, regardless of whether I came out of the hospital paralysed and impaired or on my own two feet, I would have some things to hold on to. I realised those questions aren't for unhappy people, but just for those who want to be complete, to know who they are no matter what. 

"The way you were after the accident made me appreciate how much you cared about me, that the bond we had was more significant than my friendships with other people. It wasn't that I didn't care for them, and I really enjoy their friendship, but I felt like what we share had the potential to be so much deeper. Not sexual, that didn't enter into the equation at all at that point. I just got this feeling that...that you sometimes saw things the way I had started to, that you had questioned a lot of ideas and beliefs too. I got really excited at the prospect of finding someone with whom I could really connect with, not just bullshit all the time. I mean, I love just being a guy sometimes, drinking beer and telling dirty jokes and fucking...but I wanted more than that, I wanted someone who would do those things too, because they are a lot of fun, but who also has an urge to know more about life, has an urge have meaningful encounters, to try and understand who they are and why." 

"A soul mate, you mean," Deacon said slowly, a strange look on his face. 

"Yeah, I think so," Mark agreed, looking over at Deacon. "Except I was too much of a coward to tell anyone any of this, even you, the person I wanted to have a real connection with. I got scared of what the feelings meant, and when I was released from the hospital, and got back into school and friends, all that surface stuff that sucked me back into the mould, I lost sight of my....quest, I suppose. I had so many questions and fears about the accident, and how I was feeling, but I thought if I told anyone...if I kept it to myself, I'd never have to find out that I was wrong about my feelings, about how I was thinking. I tried to see the same connection with Marie, but it just wasn't there. Last night, after I told you about the accident and you seemed to understand exactly what I meant...I'd never felt that in tune with someone before. Then when we...when I was inside you, it was like a level above any other sex I've had, like we were both at the same place at the same time. Like for those moments we weren't two separate people, guys or not, but just one...shared idea, one soul." Mark let out a quiet, low groan. "That sounded so gay...I'm such a dick, huh?" Mark sat up and looked over at Deacon with a sheepish look on his face. 

"No...no you're not," Deacon said ruefully. He sat up suddenly and let out a guttural moan. "Yes, you are, we both are..." Deacon started laughing, his whole body shaking with mirth. He stood up, still laughing and grabbed a fistful of Mark's hair, shaking his friend's head from side to side. "Dammit, we are both complete idiots, so fucking blind!" Mark furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering what it was that he'd said that was so funny. Deacon let go of Mark's hair and roughly grabbed his friend's face with both hands, staring into his eyes. "Six months, six fucking months we've both felt like this and not done a damn thing about it for fear of what the other would think if we were wrong about it!" Deacon pressed his mouth against Mark's lips forcefully, his fingers entwined in Mark's hair. Breaking the clinch, Deacon barked a loud laugh up at the sky and threw himself into the pool. Mark let out a bewildered laugh, and shrugged. Pulling his shirt off, he cannonballed into the pool behind his lover. Both boys broke the surface and stared at each other, breathing heavily. 

"So what part did we feel the same about?" Mark asked. Deacon pushed his wet hair off his face and shrugged. 

"Well...you've been a different person since December - still you, don't get me wrong, just a deeper version of you. And I know that the whole...ordeal was yours, but it made me look at myself too. Thinking about life and death, meaning and purpose. The things that everyone should be thinking about, but we don't because people think its depressing." Deacon grinned and nodded at himself. "Depressing, and a bit...wussy. And it was really frustrating having all these ideas and theories and questions, and not having anyone to talk to about them, or even better someone who would understand without having to talk." Deacon cocked his head and looked at Mark. "When you got back to school and sport and everything, everyone made out like it was all ok, that everything was back to the way it was. That you were back to the way you were. And I would've believed it too, if it hadn't been for how you were with your back." 




No Regrets Ch. 03



"What do you mean?" Mark asked. 

"How you covered it up, and never let anyone see the scars. I mean, as unreasonable as it seemed to everyone, it proved that you'd thought a lot about the accident, and it was still affecting you somehow. It hurt that you never told me, or anyone for that matter, but it made me think that there was something that was really bothering you, and maybe one day you'd need to talk about it." Deacon smiled gently. "And I hoped that it'd be me who'd be there when you did." Mark stepped close to Deacon and nodded his head. 

"I hoped it'd be you too," Mark said softly, moving closer to kiss Deacon. The kiss started tenderly, but slowly built in intensity, both their tongues fighting for dominance, their hands trying valiantly to be everywhere at once. As Mark tugged up the edge of Deacon's singlet, the shrill cry of the telephone emanated from the house. Deacon growled in frustration and dug his fingers into Mark's waist. 

"That phone, that fucking phone," Deacon muttered. "I wish everyone would just leave us the hell alone!" 

"So just ignore it," Mark said, kissing Deacon's neck. He stopped and looked at Deacon. "Did you think I was full of crap, with all that 'one soul' shit before?" Deacon smiled widely and shook his head. 

"No, I...I understand what you meant," Deacon said. "And I'm glad you thought that too. I just thought I was thinking like that because...well, cause I got fucked, and I thought maybe everyone who gets fucked thinks like that and everyone who does the fucking doesn't." Mark laughed before sinking his teeth into his lover's neck. Deacon groaned and pulled Mark closer against him, grinding their hips together. The phone stopped ringing and Mark took the opportunity to relieve Deacon of his singlet, peeling his own shirt off at the same time. Deacon blindly sought Mark's mouth out with his own and their lips connected roughly, sending electricity through both of their bodies. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the low splashing of the pool water under their frantic hands, until the chirping of Deacon's cell phone broke through the thick air. Deacon sighed into Mark's mouth and turned his head towards the house. 

"It must be important, maybe I should...." Deacon's words dissolved into a breathless gasp as Mark plunged his hand under the water, fought his way into Deacon's sweats and grasped Deacon's aching cock firmly in his hand. The combination of Mark's hand and the water sent waves of pleasure through Deacon, and the piercing ring of the phone was lost to both of them. Mark watched Deacon's eyes squeeze shut, his chest heaving and his lower lip involuntarily trembling, and his own desire grew as well; Mark traced Deacon's face and body with his eyes as he stroked, trying to memorize every bead of sweat, every muscle thrumming with effort. Mark drew his index finger up the underside of Deacon's throbbing penis and rubbed his palm over the sensitive head. Deacon gasped and drew Mark's head towards him, catching his lover's open mouth with his own. Their tongues caressed and probed as Mark increased the speed of his stroking. Quicker than either had been expecting, Deacon's body stiffened as his orgasm hit, his groan muffled by Mark's mouth. Mark pulled back and watched as his lover struggled for breath, then looked down at his hand and laughed. Flushed and still breathing hard, Deacon smirked at him. 

"I'm that good, huh?" Mark asked, laughter dancing in his eyes. 

"Don't flatter yourself," Deacon snorted. "I was thinking of your mom." Mark narrowed his eyes and smoothed his hands over Deacon's stomach. 

"Oooh, that's dangerous territory, man," Mark hissed playfully. "In fact, that might even be...purple nurple worthy!" Mark punctuated his last words by darting his hand up to Deacon's chest and grasping his left nipple firmly between his fingers, twisting it roughly. Deacon winced in pain and pushed Mark away with one hand, the other rubbing his wounded nipple. 

"Aah, you total...dick!" Deacon spat at Mark. "You trying to get milk out of me or what? Jesus, I should get free noogey rights for a week for that!" Struggling to contain his laughter, Mark grinned and moved slowly back towards Deacon, his hands held up, palms forward in surrender. Deacon continued to rub his nipple, looking apprehensively at Mark. 

"Hey hey," Mark replied. "You know the rules go out the window when you bring up my mom. Besides," Mark placed his hands on Deacon's waist and moved his face forward until Deacon felt Mark's warm breath on his cheek, "having a fight means we get to...make up." Mark brushed his lips against Deacon's lightly, pulling back before the kiss could take hold. 

"You call this a fight?" Deacon breathed, his eyes transfixed on Mark's parted mouth, his lips red and kiss-swollen. 

"It involved verbal insults and physical violence," Mark argued. "That pretty much constitutes a fight for me." Mark leant in again, and quickly flicked his tongue along Deacon's top lip. "Come on, you really wanna argue against this?" Deacon swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet the corner of his mouth. Mark tipped his head to the side and grazed his bottom lip along Deacon's jaw. Deacon shivered and turned his head to catch Mark's mouth with his. Mark pulled back at the last minute and grinned impishly. 

"You fucking tease!" Deacon whispered hoarsely. He moved to kiss Mark again, and again Mark eluded the clinch, briefly licking Deacon's earlobe. Deacon growled deep in his throat and grabbed Mark's forearm. "You total fucking tease, would you just..." Deacon broke off and forced Mark's mouth onto his. Mark tried to pull away again, but after a moment gave in and started to kiss Deacon back. The boys kissed deeply until both were out of breath, and Mark broke away first for air. Deacon stared up at Mark and shook his head in disbelief. 

"What?" Mark asked about Deacon's expression. 

"I just...I've never seen this side of you before," Deacon replied. "I've always seen you as just my friend, I never thought of you in a sexual context." 

"Obviously," Mark grinned. 

"Yeah, but it's like a whole other layer of you that I get to know," Deacon said eagerly. "I never looked at you like that before, but just now..." A half-smile half-grimace passed across Deacon's face and he shrugged. "You were so...fucking hot just now, I mean the way you were...it really got me going, y'know? I didn't know you could be like that, it was...it was sexy, man." Embarrassed, Mark smiled down at the water and shook his head. 

"I'm not...I don't usually do stuff like that," Mark confessed. "I've never been like that before, it just felt...fun." Deacon chuckled and kissed Mark briefly. 

"Yeah," Deacon agreed. "This is fun." Deacon smiled widely and kissed Mark again, this time with more enthusiasm. 

Their reverie was broken by the sound of a car pulling in off the road. Deacon pulled away from the kiss and looked towards the front of the house, not sure if it had been his driveway. A series of footsteps crunched on gravel, then a shout came from in front of the garage. 

"Furst! Allens! You bitches here?" Murmured voices followed the shout, and Mark and Deacon looked at each other in panic, realising the car in the driveway and the voices belonged to their friends. The boys jumped apart just as three people emerged from behind the garage hedge. The first two were guys, one tall, thin and handsome with shoulder length brown hair; the other was shorter and stocky, with dark auburn hair cropped close to his scalp. Trailing behind was a pretty, curvy girl with sandy blonde hair and vivid green eyes. All three walked to the edge of the patio and looked down at Mark and Deacon in the pool. 

"See, I told you they'd be here," said tall and thin quietly, brushing his unruly hair out of his eyes and giving a shy wave at Mark and Deacon. 

"How you guys doing?" The green-eyed girl asked with a smile. Deacon looked blankly at the girl, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Fishing his shirt out of the pool filter, Mark looked sideways at Deacon and quickly took over. 

"Well, Stella," Mark said. "It's summer, it's vacation and my family is out of state for over a month. I'm just about ready to cry myself a little river." The girl giggled and dipped her bare foot into the water, using her toe to flick water on Mark as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. 

"Shut up," Stella said jokingly. "How about you, Deac?" Deacon swallowed and smiled weakly at the girl, his face ashen and eyes wide. 

"...Good," he said finally. "Yeah, good." The orange haired boy sat down on a patio chair and sat forward, throwing a slightly puzzled look at Deacon. 

"Too superior to answer your phones though, huh?" Carrot top asked, a cheeky grin displaying rows of large white teeth. "Y'know, just when you think you know someone, they go and get new shoes and BAM, everything changes!" Deacon laughed feebly at the joke, his heart still pounding from the near exposure moments before. Stella playfully shoved Carrot top and smiled, her green eyes dancing mischievously. 

"Would you give the shoes a rest, Pucky?" She scolded jokingly. She looked down at Deacon. "They're really nice shoes Deac, he's just jealous cause I make him wear boat shoes." Pucky laughed heartily and pointed a finger in the girl's direction. 

"Hey, when was the last time you saw a beefy copper top pull off boat shoes with this kind of class, Stel?" Pucky turned to tall and thin and raised his eyebrows. "Jon, back me up here?" Jon grinned bashfully, dimples creasing on both cheeks. Stella rolled her eyes and sighed. 

"Jon's opinion doesn't count when it comes to fashion, he's wearing a t-shirt that has a picture of Al Gore on it," Stella laughed. "Anyway, there's no dignified way to answer that Puck - not since Garfield have I even seen a ginger wear boat shoes, let alone pull it off!" They all looked over as Deacon snorted loudly at the crack. Pucky grinned and looked skywards, his arms thrown up in mock relief. 

"It lives!" Pucky cried, casting a warm look at Stella as she giggled at him. "We haven't heard from you guys since Friday, thought maybe you'd gone to Vegas without us or something." Deacon chuckled and shook his head. 

"After last year's debacle in Florida," Deacon reminded him, "you can guarantee that I wouldn't even go to Wal-Mart with you, let alone Las Vegas!" Mark laughed loudly, both at the insult and in relief, sure that Deacon had recovered from the shock and that no one had seen anything they shouldn't have. "You wanted to use the pool, huh?" Stella put her hands on her hips and clucked her tongue. 

"Hey," she said defensively, "maybe we just wanted to hang out!" Jon laughed softly. 

"Nice try Stella," Jon said, holding up two tote bags. "You're right Deac, we're here to exploit your pool." 

"Not that we don't like you guys," Pucky said quickly. "Taste in shoes aside, you're really not that bad." Deacon laughed and Stella gave Pucky a jocular punch on the arm. 

"Enough with the shoes!" she exclaimed. 

"Well, go change and come on in," Deacon said, gesturing to the pool. "And Pucky please, no peeing in the pool, it really gets to my mom." Everyone laughed as Pucky gave an exasperated sigh. 

"That was one time," he explained. "One time, and it was ten years ago!" He was still defending himself as he, Jon and Stella went inside to change. Mark and Deacon looked at each other, their easy grins belying their tense eye contact. They were both thinking the same thing: 'That was too close.' 

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Pucky, Stella and Jon stayed the rest of the day and most of the evening, and the five of them swam, drank beer, ate pizza and watched TV. Mark and Deacon thought they'd done a decent job of acting normal, although all three visitors noticed something a little off with the two best friends. None of them said anything about it, all assuming it was something to do with Marie and Sarah being away. Deacon offered to let the three of them stay the night, but Stella, sensing that the proposition was more out of politeness than a genuine offer, declined for all three of them, and they left just before midnight. Mark and Deacon walked the three out to Jon's car, promising to hang out with them later in the week. The boys waited until the car's taillights disappeared from view, then silently walked back into the house. Mark sat down heavily on the couch, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Deacon perched on the arm of the opposite sofa and rubbed his hand over his face wearily. 

"What a day, huh?" Deacon said, breaking the silence. Mark looked up and grinned. 

"Feels like someone hit me in the face with an emotional two by four," Mark replied. Deacon snickered at that and nodded. 

"That was some pretty heavy stuff this morning," Deacon mused. "I don't know about you, but I've been too busy worrying my ass off today to even think about it." 

"Yeah." Mark chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Think they noticed anything?" 

"Hard to tell. They might've thought something was a little strange, but I doubt if they came to the conclusion that we slept together," Deacon said dryly. 

"I feel kinda bad about it," Mark confessed. "I love hanging out with those guys, and today was great, but I just really wanted them to leave, y'know?" Deacon nodded. "Not because I didn't want to hang out with them, it's just their timing really sucked. I mean, last night, then this morning was a total emotional roller coaster...I felt totally exposed when they turned up. I just wanted to sit and sort my shit out, I didn't feel like laughing and playing around with them, acting like my head wasn't about to explode." 

"And now?" Deacon asked quietly. 

"Yeah, well, that's the funny thing," Mark replied with a grin. "With just you around, I don't have any shit to sort out, and I do want to laugh and play around. I think I've spent more time talking in this one weekend than I have in total in the past decade. Feels like we've been taking this whole thing so seriously, when the essence of what we're worrying about is supposed to be fun!" 

"And what's the essence of what we're worrying about, exactly?" Deacon asked, his mouth turned up in half grin and an eyebrow raised. 

"We've spent more time talking and thinking about the repercussions of our having sex than we have actually doing it," Mark said. He shrugged, a faint smile on his face. "Sex is supposed to be fun, and enjoyable, and make you feel good, not something to worry about." 

"And if you add in the fact that, genetically speaking, we're at a time in our physical lives when sex is our primary function, we've spent a biologically disproportionate amount of time talking, instead of fucking," Deacon added. Mark nodded. 

"You're right," Mark agreed gravely. "We're out of equilibrium, we're upsetting the natural balance of things." Mark leaned forward, rested his forearms on his knees and clasped his hands together. A slight smile danced in his eyes. "How do we make it right, y'think?" Deacon leaned forward on his perch also and frowned thoughtfully, an expression at odds with his gleaming eyes. 

"I guess the most obvious solution would be to stop talking," Deacon suggested. Mark shook his head slowly and stood up, pulling Deacon up with him, their eyes blazing fiercely at each other. 

"That's not enough on it's own - that stops the deterioration of the balance, but it doesn't restore it to normality," Mark reasoned as he undid the buttons on Deacon's shirt. "If we're gonna make this right again, we're gonna have to go the extra mile." Mark pushed Deacon's shirt off his shoulders, and moved his hands to Deacon's jeans. Mark undid the top button and slowly pulled the zip down. 

"So we need to rectify the imbalance by neutralizing the talking with excessive copulating," Deacon concluded huskily. Deacon slid his hands under Mark's t-shirt and helped him pull it off. Mark nodded and ran his hands down Deacon's bare arms. 

"Exactly, Professor Furst," Mark murmured. "So, we can start correcting the discrepancy now...or if you're not feeling up to it..." Mark left the sentence unfinished, searching Deacon's eyes for any sign that his body was still aching from the previous night. Deacon smiled seductively and hooked his fingers into the belt loops on Mark's jeans, using them to pull Mark up against him. 

"Shut up and fuck me," Deacon said bluntly before grabbing Mark's head and kissing him forcefully. The pair stumbled into Deacon's bedroom, shucking their pants and underwear along the way. They fell onto the bed in each others arms, engrossed in the kiss. Mark broke off and pushed the hair out of Deacon's eyes. 

"Before we do anything," Mark said hesitantly, "there's just a couple of things I need to clarify." Deacon rolled his eyes and grinned. 

"Yeah, okay, but hurry up, I could take someone's eye out with this!" Deacon punctuated his remark by grinding his hard cock into Mark's hip. Mark grinned. 

"Okay, I'll make it quick - number one - you wanna do this again, right? I mean, you're not too sore, or only doing it cause I want to?" Mark asked, looking straight into Deacon's grey eyes. Deacon smiled warmly and shook his head. 

"I'm in on both counts," Deacon replied, kissing Mark softly on the lips. "I feel great, and I want this as much as you do. Number two?" Mark swallowed and wet his lips. 

"I...do you want to...swap?" Mark asked quickly. 

"You...on the bottom, you mean?" Deacon asked gently. Mark nodded. "Look, I did what I did last night because I wanted to, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. Last night was amazing, and I want us to do it again right now. When and if you're ready to swap, or if I have a problem with this later on, we'll deal with it then, okay?" Deacon kissed Mark again and stared into his eyes. "Okay?" 

"Okay," Mark whispered, and kissed Deacon firmly. "On with the festivities, then?" 

"Yes please," Deacon laughed, restarting the passionate kiss. 

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It was nearly 5am before the two lovers fell into an exhausted sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Their lovemaking had been long, passionate and intense, but both boys were delighted to discover that it was easy and familiar, like they had been together for years. There had been no talking, no words - anything that they needed to say to one another had been clearly and unmistakably conveyed with their eyes and their bodies. 

When they awoke later that morning, the two of them lay next to each other in silence, their hands intertwined. As the sleep cleared from his mind, thoughts ran wildly through Mark's head. Too many thoughts, confused and jumbled and irrational. Mark turned his head and gazed into Deacon's grey eyes. Looking into those eyes, all of Mark's worries fled to the back of his thoughts; and when he gently rolled on top of Deacon, who raised his legs and drew Mark into him, it was like there was nothing on earth except the two of them. Mark could tell that what they had started together would cause heartbreak and suffering further down the line, for them as well and others, but looking down at Deacon's trusting eyes and tasting his trembling lips, Mark suddenly knew that there was nothing he wouldn't go through to keep the beautiful man beneath him. 

To be continued...



No Regrets Ch. 03



That night in bed, Alex scooted over next to me and spooned in right behind my body – reaching over me to cup one of my tiny breasts in his hand while he pushed his hips up against mine.

"Can I ask you something?" Alex asked softly.

I reached up to press his hand lovingly against my breast. "Uh huh." I answered.

"Would you really want to do that stuff you were fantasizing about?" He asked. "You know, with Deb and Dale?"

"Are you asking hypothetically?" I replied. "Or, do you mean for real?"

"For real, I guess." Alex said. 

I rolled over to face him and reached for his hand to put it back on my breast. Then, pausing for just a few seconds, I answered him.

"I'm not interested in any other man, if that's what you're asking, Sweetheart." I began. "But, I'd be okay having a little fun with them as long as we both wanted it and we did it together. You know, as a couple."

I went on to tell him I could see the longing in Deb's eyes when he was masturbating in front of her the other night in the hot tub. The way she watched him and encouraged him to stroke himself made it apparent to me she was definitely interested in his cock. Then I told him how I noticed Dale looking at him, too, and he seemed to be just an interested as Deb was. 

"There's no question in my mind at all, Sweetheart." I added. "They were both turned on watching you jack off. I'm absolutely sure of it."

I kept on, carefully laying more groundwork for the secret plan Deb and I were scheming. I told him the more I thought about it, the more obvious it was that they both wanted him. I reminded him about all the bisexual stories he told me from his past, and then, it wasn't long before I put two and two together and started thinking about seeing him and Deb, and, him and Dale together. I don't think he was shocked because I've told him numerous times how much I'd love to watch him with another man. So in a way, it was all very plausible. Logically, the way I explained it, it all made perfect sense. 

"Think about it, Sweetheart. Guys like the idea of watching two girls together." I added, matter-of-factly. "Is it that hard for you to believe I'd enjoy watching two guys touching and sucking each other?"

"Yeah, I get what you're saying." He answered. "But, where did you come up with the idea of letting Dale get inside your ass?"

"It was just a fantasy, Sweetheart." I replied. "I like it when you're in me back there, but, let's face it, you're pretty big and I'm kind of small. I figure the odds of him being smaller than you are pretty good, so..... you know....."

"And you were thinking if he had a smaller cock, he could fuck your butt more comfortably? Like, while I fucked his wife?" Alex asked. "Is that it? Everybody fucking each other?"

"I guess so," I answered, "but, not at the same time. I actually think it would be more fun to watch each other. You know...... you and Dale, and then you and Deb. Then, let you guys watch Dale and me." 

I told him I wasn't exactly sure I'd want another man in my pussy. "I think that's entirely up to you." I said. "But, I honestly wouldn't mind seeing how a smaller cock felt in my bottom."

I let my words sink in for a few moments and then I straight out asked him if he could see himself playing with Dale's cock and sucking him. When he didn't answer for a few seconds, I reached down between us to feel for his cock and found his cock was hard. Gently, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and told him he could be honest with me.

"If I was absolutely sure you wouldn't ever hold it over my head, and, it would never come back to haunt me, then yes." Alex answered. "I think I probably could."

"What if I told you it would never change the way I feel about you, Sweetheart? I asked. "Would that help?"

I started to tenderly pull on his cock as we lay there, close together in the darkness of our bedroom. I moved a little closer to him and started giving him little kisses on his shoulder and up and down his arm.

"You'd really like to see me playing with him and sucking on him?" Alex asked. "Sally, you have to tell me the truth now."  

I spent the next five minutes being as honest and as convincing as I possibly could. In all the times I've told him this, maybe he never really listened to me, or maybe he thought I was kidding. But, I didn't leave any question in his mind this time. I made it crystal clear that I'd very much enjoy seeing him and Dale do things to each other. In fact, I told him even if he did it just to please me, I'd accept it as a wonderful and thoughtful gift. 

At that point, I felt like I'd given him enough to think about. Between the things I said to him earlier when he spanked me, and what we'd just talked about, there couldn't be any doubt in his mind that I wanted to see him and Dale together, and I was fine with him and Deb sucking and fucking, too.

The next morning, I called Deb to see if she'd made any progress on our plan with Dale. I told her Alex and I talked about the possibilities of a four way together with her and Dale, and how Alex seemed to be okay with the idea of it.

"Yeah," Deb agreed, laughing, "I talked to Dale last night, too, and he's chomping at the bit to see Alex's big penis pumping away inside me. But, I didn't agree or commit to anything, Sally."

"Did he say anything about what he'd like to do with Alex?" I asked.

Deb went into detail, telling me everything Dale told her. I was elated to hear that Dale wanted to have full and equal access to my fiancé's cock as part of Alex and Deb being together. As she explained it, Dale saw it more of a three-way, with the three of them equally touching and playing with each other, even while Alex was fucking Deb.

"I think Dale's biggest fear is that he doesn't want Alex to think he's gay." Deb added. "Believe me, he's not. So, as long as either you or I are involved in whatever they do together, I think he'll be comfortable doing everything he's been dreaming about."

I understood exactly what Deb meant, and I know Alex probably had a little bit of the same hesitation. It's much easier for girls to be together because there's not much stigma attached to it. But, guys are funny about stuff like that. Their pride and need to appear macho all the time keeps them from doing things they might actually like. Fortunately for me, though, Alex had already had a couple of bisexual experiences in his life and honestly enjoyed them. But, if either Dale or Alex needed Deb or me to play along with them so they wouldn't seem blatantly gay to each other that was fine with me. Believe me, I'd be more than happy to play along side the two guys – to gently lead them and help them along. And, the more I thought it, the more I thought it was the perfect way to go.

"It sounds like we're off to a good start." I said to Deb. "You keep working on Dale and I'll keep working on Alex. Let's check in with each other at the end of the week to see where we're at."

As I hung up, I smiled to myself knowing our grand scheme was actually coming together. Both Dale and Alex seemed to be interested and willing to talk about it, so, all Deb and I needed to do was keep them talking and keep them thinking until one of them said they definitely wanted to do something. 

I let Alex be the one to bring it up the next three days and he did exactly that. He brought it up constantly, throwing out 'for instance' situations and asking me what I thought about them. Each time, I'd agree or encourage him as long as it moved us toward the goal Deb and I wanted. I was extremely clear about two things, though. 

First, I was intentional about using explicit words like, "sucking his cock" and "him sucking your cock". I felt it was important for me to keep putting that idea forward as an expectation and an eventual happening. 

Secondly, I kept reinforcing the understanding that whatever happened between the four of us, none of it would affect our relationship as a couple. Anything we did would be just for fun, and as such, he had my complete permission to do whatever he wanted to do with Deb, and of course, Dale.

On Friday, I woke him up early by sucking his morning erection slowly, and slobbering all over his cock just the way he likes me to do. I looked up into his eyes as I sucked him, stopping to smile at him and then drawing his cock back into my mouth and sucking him some more. I kept his shaft wet as I skimmed my little hands up and down his hardness while I sucked around the crown of his cock ever so slowly, trying my best to drive him to the brink of orgasm. 

"Is this how you're gonna suck Dale's cock?" I asked him, pulling his erection from between my lips. "Or, are you going to take it all in your mouth at one time?" I looked up at him and we both snickered. I'm sure he didn't know it, but I said it just that way so he'd have the confidence, and feel empowered to do it, when the time came. 

After Alex left for work that morning, I called Deb. She was absolutely beside herself, giddy with news and excitement. Apparently, they'd done some role playing the night before where Dale used one of Deb's lifelike dildos on her. Dale took great pleasure pushing it in and out of her vagina while they pretended it was Alex's cock. He'd push the dildo deep into her vagina and then pull it out of her and suck the dildo all the way into his mouth. Dale made a big show of it, cleaning off all her juices and then he'd push it back inside her again, fuck her with it, and then pull it out and suck it. Deb said it was amazingly hot and now, more than ever, she was eager to see her what her husband was willing to do if the boys got together. 

When Alex got home after work, I met him at the door and smothered him with kisses and handed him a cold beer. He helped me make dinner and once we'd eaten and cleaned the kitchen up, we wandered back to our bedroom and he helped me change the sheets on the bed and gather up the laundry. As we snuggled next to each other that night, he asked me if I'd shave my pussy smooth while he was out golfing the next day with Dale, and of course, I said I would. I do try to keep it shaved, but, with a few days of growth down there, I think it was a little prickly, so I didn't think much about his request.  

I got up early with him Saturday morning, dressed only in the same pair of bikini panties I wore the day before, and to bed last night. I took great pains to show my panties off that morning – bending and stretching in front of him so he could see between my legs. I knew he'd end up getting hard and maybe his arousal would carry over while he drove to Dale's house to pick him up for golfing.

After he left our apartment, I decided to try to get some laundry done and clean the kitchen. I got careless and spilled a whole bottle of cooking oil on the kitchen floor and ended up spending a good three hours cleaning that mess up and mopping the floor, twice. I hadn't even taken my shower when Alex returned from his golf game. 

"Honey......" He called out loudly, as he walked in. "Deb and Dale invited us over for dinner. Is that okay?"

It was only three in the afternoon, but he said we were invited to go over early, hang out for a while, and then have dinner.

"I guess that's fine." I answered, thinking it would give me a chance to check in with Deb about our plan. "I still need to get in the tub, shave up and wash my hair. Is that alright?"

"That's fine." He replied. "I need to shower, too, so we can just go once you're ready."

That being said, I went into the hall bathroom to get in the tub and get started. I heard Alex turn the water on in the other bathroom for his shower and then went to work shaving my pussy, my pits and my legs. As I was washing my hair, I wondered if Alex and Dale said anything to each other about the four-way we'd been talking about. 

When I got out of the bathroom, I walked naked into the bedroom with a towel around my head to find Alex looking through my lingerie drawer. 

"Where's that yellow bra and panty set you have?" Alex asked, looking up at me.

He was referring to the sheer mesh bra and panties I bought a year or so back. We'd seen them at a store and he begged me to get them. They were really sheer, and I mean completely sheer. The panties were completely see-through, only having a very small piece of cotton material in the crotch and the bra was nothing but see through mesh material and elastic straps.

I helped him find them, and told him with a smile I'd wear them tonight. He gave me an appreciative look as I laid them on the bed and went into the bathroom to dry my hair. When I was done, I went out to the bedroom to discover Alex had laid one of my shortest skirts on the bed next to the lingerie he wanted me to wear. The skirt wasn't indecently short, but, it was short. I had a nice top I could wear with it, so without bothering to question or argue, I got dressed and found Alex in the kitchen waiting for me.

"Damn." He said, looking up at me. "You look pretty hot."

"Is the skirt too short?" I asked. "Should I change into something else?"

"Hell no! That's perfect." He said, walking over to hug me and run his hand up the front of my legs and directly into my crotch. "Maybe you should leave the panties at home." 

"Not with a skirt this short!" I said, giggling. "I don't think Deb would appreciate that."

"Yeah, you're probably right." He chuckled back. "I bet Dale would, though."

As we drove, Alex kept his hand on my thigh, gently caressing my smooth skin and occasionally creeping his hand up my leg until his fingers were touching the skimpy panties under my short skirt. I spread my legs a little to let him have his fun, and when I did, he took advantage of the opportunity by stroking up and down my freshly shaven pussy lips and grinning over at me.

We made small talk as he drove, and before I knew it, we were pulling up into Deb's drive way and shutting off the car. When Deb opened the front door for us, I was gratified to see she was wearing a skirt, too – a short one. Not nearly as short as mine was, but, short enough to be called short. I wondered if the boys put their heads together while they were golfing and decided on short skirts for both of us. And, for that matter, I had to wonder if Deb had sexy lingerie on, too. 

Dale came down their stairs as we stood in their entry way, gave Alex a slap on the back and did the fist bump with him. Seeing them act like this made an impression on me, especially knowing they'd eventually be touching each other's erect cock and perhaps even sucking them. 

"I got the roast started late." Deb said, as we all followed her into their kitchen. "So, we'll probably have dinner later than we planned..... probably gonna be at least a couple of hours."   

"That's fine." I answered. "We're not in any hurry. Maybe Dale can make some of his famous margaritas."

"Oh, you better be careful there!" Dale chimed in. "I'll make some, but, remember what happened the last time we had margaritas!" 

We all laughed and I saw Deb glance over at me. I gave her a knowing smile and she nodded back to me. We lingered in their kitchen; Alex went over to watch Dale make his margaritas and I wandered over next to Deb and leaned against the counter with her as we watched the guys. Once I was sure the guys were totally consumed in the engineering of the margaritas, I leaned over to Deb and asked her if Dale had said any more about the four-way.

"It's the only thing he's been talking about." Deb whispered. 

I looked up at Deb with a serious look on my face and asked, "You think they're ready to talk about it with all of us together?"

Deb's eyes shot open and we looked at each other. She started to giggle, and then we both cracked up, laughing out loud so hard the boys turned to see what we were laughing at. If only they knew......

Once Dale had poured up the margaritas, Deb suggested we relax in their living room, so we all followed her in there. Deb and Dale sat on their couch and Alex and I sat on a love seat across from them. I saw Dale's eyes try to look up my skirt when I sat down, but, I think I crossed my legs quick enough so he didn't see anything. 

We had some chit-chat for a few minutes, but, when the discussion died down for a moment, Alex cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Look," he began, "since we've got some time before dinner will be ready, maybe this is a good time for me to bring this up......"

We all turned to look at Alex. I had no idea what he was going to say, but as I looked at Deb, I think we both hoped he might be getting ready to say something about the four-way.

"Last Monday," Alex said, "we had a bit of a problem at the apartment stemming from what happened in the hot tub the last time we were here."

"A problem?" Dale asked. "Don't tell me you guys had a fight over something as silly as that."

"No," Alex answered, "but, I think Sally ought to explain exactly what happened. She owes the two of you an apology." 

I was immediately taken by surprise, and I turned to give Alex a firm look. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. 

"Uh.... it was nothing, really." I stammered, trying to pass it off. "Don't worry about it."

"Sally." Alex said. "I want you tell them the whole story - why you were punished and then apologize for involving them."

"Involving us?" Deb asked. "In what?"

I leaned over to Alex and whispered to him, "What are you doing?"

Alex leaned away and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sally, I'm not kidding." He said. "I want you to explain to them what you did, why you were punished and tell them you're sorry."

I could feel myself starting to blush as Deb and Dale looked right at me. I make it a point never to argue with Alex, especially in front of others, but, I couldn't do what he was asking. I just couldn't. It would be way too embarrassing for me. 

"Do the right thing and tell them what you did so I can finish your punishment." Alex said to me. "Then, we'll have our dinner and it'll be over and done with."

"Please, Alex." I said, trying to act calm. "We can discuss this when we get home."

"No, we can't." He answered. "You agreed that I could finish your spanking anytime I wanted. That was the deal we made."

"Sweetheart, please." I begged, turning my body toward him and reaching out to grasp his hand. "You can't be serious. Not here. Not in front of them."

"Sally, I'm not going to ask you again." Alex replied. "Please do as I've asked, or, it'll be much worse. You gave me your word you'd cooperate when the time came, remember?"

"Yes, yes, I remember." I said, panicking. "But, I was talking about at home.... at our apartment. Not here."

Alex sat there with a solemn look on his face and didn't say a word. After a second, he uncrossed his arms, looked at his watch and then at me. I knew I had to do something quick – I was running out of time.

"Alright." I said, turning to face Deb and Dale. "I guess I do probably owe you an apology. You've been so gracious to us..... had us over for dinner and Dale's been a good friend to Alex, and I do feel bad about this......."

"After what happened in the hot tub," I continued, "with my top coming off and Alex, you know...... masturbating in front of you, my imagination got the best of me and I started fantasizing thinking about all that."

"It's kind of funny, actually." I went on, adding in a little laugh hoping it would lighten things up. "I started thinking about the look Deb had on her face when Alex was masturbating in front of her, and I started fantasizing that she wanted to reach out and feel Alex's penis...... and then have sex with him. That's all."

I was hoping Deb and Dale would laugh, but, they were sitting across from me with the look of complete and utter shock on their faces. I sort of expected Deb to jump in right here to help me out, but she didn't make a move or say a word.




No Regrets Ch. 03



"That's not all, Sally." Alex said. "Tell them the rest. All of it."

I turned to look at Alex and I didn't see one ounce of compassion in his eyes.

"So, then," I continued, "I was remembering the way Dale was watching Alex play with himself, and as I said, my imagination got away from me...... and I started thinking how cool it would be if Dale wanted to touch Alex's penis......"

"I can see this isn't working." Alex said, interrupting me in mid-sentence.

"She told me she fantasized about me having sex with Deb in front of her and Dale," Alex interjected for me, "and that Deb was writhing in pleasure, moaning 'Fuck me, fuck me'. Sally told me in her fantasy, she actually wanted me to fuck Deb and didn't do a single thing to stop me."

I felt my face turn beet red and my cheeks started to swell and feel warm. I looked over at the shocked look on Deb and Dale's faces. They seemed truly dazed, and when Deb looked right at me, I hunched my shoulders as if to ask her to say something to help me out. 

"She even fantasized that Dale and I did things to each other." Alex continued, turning to Dale and speaking right to him. "She said she played with herself to the vision of us touching each other and sucking each other's cocks. But, that's not the worst of it......" Alex said, "She fantasized that Dale fucked her in her ass while Deb and I watched."

I could no longer bear to look at Dale and Deb. My head was down and I was staring at the carpet under my feet. Deb made no attempt to save me and I was hurt that she abandoned and betrayed me, especially after all the discussion we had about setting up the four-way. To make matters worse, my own fiancé – the man I was going to marry - had outed me in front our friends, and I felt completely alone.

When Alex stopped speaking, there was nothing but silence in the room. The only sounds were the light sounds of my breathing as I sat there in shock, humiliation and misery.

"I'm disappointed in you, Sally." Alex said to me. "I gave you several chances to tell them what you did, and you didn't tell the whole truth. You even tried to make a joke out of it. You obviously don't respect their friendship, and you probably don't deserve it." 

I couldn't gather the courage to turn and look at Alex. I was confused and heartbroken. All I wanted to do was get out of there..... disappear and go away.

Alex stood up next to me and reached down for my hand. I didn't fight him, but when he started to pull me up off the love seat, I raised my face to look up at him and silently plead for this to stop. 

"You really leave me no choice." He said, pulling me over to stand in front of Deb and Dale. "Take your shoes off."

It only took an instant for his words to reverberate in my head, and I immediately turned to him as tears began to swell up in my eyes. "Alex, please don't do this. Please.... I'm begging you. Anything else, but not this."

He turned away from me just long enough to walk a few steps and reach down to pick up a large ottoman that was placed to the side of their couch and he set it down next to me. When he rose back up, he put his hands on his hips and looked down at my feet and then back up at me.

I did as he asked without looking back at him, reaching down slightly to pull my flats off my feet and letting them fall to the carpet. He bent down to pick them up and set them on the love seat where we'd been sitting a few minutes ago. 

"Skirt next." He said.

As soon as he said it, I immediately felt crushed and knew where all this was headed. As hard as it was to accept, I could only pray that Alex would be compassionate enough to allow me to keep my bra and panties on while he spanked me. Surely, he wouldn't make me undress completely..... not his fiancé.... not the woman he was supposed to love. But, as I reached for the zipper at the side of my skirt, I remembered that I was wearing the see-through lingerie and I realized that even if Alex let me keep my bra and panties on, Deb and Dale would be able to see right through them. My completely hairless slit..... my nipples..... everything was going to be totally exposed for them to see.

Like a zombie, I pulled the zipper of my skirt all the way down while I held the waistband up and looked at Alex. I prayed he'd change his mind and wouldn't make me take it off. But, he nodded his head slightly and reached forward to my hips and pulled my skirt away from my body and let it fall to my feet.

Even though I was wearing panties, I felt naked. I knew Deb and Dale could see right through the flimsy material and would have no trouble seeing the freshly shaven slit between my legs. Standing only a few feet in front of them, I'm sure they didn't have to look very hard to see my pussy. And, as their eyes finally came to rest between my legs, I became extremely embarrassed because I knew how exposed I was. 

Alex bent down to pick up my skirt, and as he did, I lifted one foot and then the other, so he could pick up and fold my short skirt and lay it on the love seat with my shoes.

"Take your top off, Sally." Alex told me. 

A tear fell down my cheek as I looked at him. I had already accepted the fact that my skirt had to come off so he could spank me, that was already bad enough. There really wasn't any reason that my top had to come off, though. For a moment, I thought about asking him why, but, I decided that might hurt my chances of being able to keep my panties on during my spanking, so I kept my mouth shut. 

I was in agony as I wiggled my arms out through the arm holes and was able to get my top off without messing my hair up, but that left me standing in front of Deb and Dale in my sheer bra and panties, with my most private parts on display. I realize I'd taken my top off in their hot tub, but, we'd been drinking, the light was subdued and it had been done in fun. Now though, this wasn't fun, we weren't drinking, and I was extremely embarrassed to be standing in front of our friends like a bad little girl being who was being subjected to corporal punishment in front of the adults. 

I couldn't look at them anyone. My face was flushed and the blush from it had spread noticeably down my neck to my chest. My nipples were poking out through the mesh cups of the bra, and as Dale's eyes scanned my body, he stopped for a second to see my distended nipples and looked up at me, eager to see more. 

"Now the bra." Alex said, calmly. "Take it off and hand it to me."

I clearly remember telling Alex how I'd love to be stripped and spanked in front of his friends. It was one of my fantasies, but, something I figured would never happen. It was okay for that fantasy to be nasty and humiliating because I never once thought he'd really do it. In that fantasy, I was made to undress myself while his friends watched, something that added to my embarrassment and humiliation. It was one thing to be undressed by force, or, undressed by someone else – but, the idea of being made to voluntarily undress myself while others watched me was, in my mind, the ultimate of humiliation.  

There was a soft ringing in my ears as I reached back to unclasp the flimsy bra. I took a deep breath as I undid the catch, and then quickly raised my hands to hold the cups in place against my miniature boobs. 

I looked up into Alex's eyes hoping he would see the pain I was in, but, he only held his hand out, saying, "Give me the bra, Sally." 

Reluctantly, I lowered my hands and let the bra slide down my arms and he took it from me. I almost reached up to cover my petite breasts, but, there was no reason to at this point. My nipples were as hard as little rocks and they could all see it. There was no point to hiding them now and I was still holding out hope that Alex would let me keep my panties on, so I lowered my hands to my side and stood there in front of Deb and Dale with my less than A-cup breasts on display. 

"Now, do what I asked you to do and apologize to Deb and Dale." Alex said to me. "Make eye contact with them and tell them you're sorry for using them to fuel your fantasy and masturbate. Tell them you deserve to be punished and you want them to watch you take your spanking."

I closed my eyes, trying to find the strength to raise my head and look at Deb and Dale to do as Alex asked. I knew if I delayed too much, that might make Alex angry with me, so I did it – I opened my eyes, cleared my throat and spoke.

"I'm sorry." I began, softly. "It was wrong of me to jeopardize our friendship. I had no right to use you in my fantasy, and I'm sorry for doing that. I know I deserve to be punished for what I did, and I think it's fair for you to witness my spanking."

Deb looked at Dale and then they both looked up at me. Dale's eyes went to my crotch and then up to my exposed breasts before he finally looked up at my face.

"We forgive you, Sally." Deb said, looking briefly into my eyes. "Since Alex wants us to watch, we will. Maybe it'll go faster for you if we cooperate, then, we can just forget it ever happened and have our dinner."

I turned to look at Alex and he seemed satisfied. After a second, he asked me to take a step back and then he pushed the large ottoman in front of Deb and Dale and adjusted it a few inches back and forth until he was happy with its position.

"Sally, if you cooperate like you promised, I won't make this as harsh as you deserve." Alex said. "I want you on your elbows and knees with your legs apart as far as they will go without you falling off the ottoman. Put your elbows as far forward as you can, and then don't move unless I tell you to."

I felt fortunate he let me keep my panties on, so I got down on the ottoman as quickly as I could. I moved my knees to the edges at the side and moved forward until my elbows were at the front edge of the padded ottoman. In this position, Deb and Dale could easily see my little breasts hanging down from my chest and Alex could see the full expanse of my panty covered vagina from behind. 

Alex walked in front of me, got down on his knees in front of my face and looked at me. Reaching under me, he captured both of my nipples between his thumb and first fingers and began to lightly flick my nipple tips back and forth. He'll do this sometimes during foreplay or when I'm riding on top of his cock. He knows I like it, especially if he starts pinching me very lightly and continues pinching while he increases the pressure. 

"When I'm done talking in a second, I want you to turn your head toward our good friends and apologize to them, again." Alex said, softly. "Then, I want you to tell them they can touch you or walk around and look at you while you're being punished."

"You need to make it sound sincere and convincing, Sally." He added. "I warn you, pick your words carefully. If you make it sound like you're only saying it because I told you to, I promise you'll regret it."

Then, Alex stood up and took a few steps to the side and planted himself next to the couch, right next to where Dale was sitting. As he moved, I followed him with my eyes and when he stopped and put his hands on his hips, I knew he was waiting for me to do as he asked.

I tuned my face to first look at Deb, and then at Dale. Forcing myself to give them a sincere smile, I said the difficult words Alex wanted to hear me say.

"I'm really sorry for what I did." I began. "I had no right to use our friendship in my sexual fantasies. I really can't explain why I did it. I guess I was so turned on after what happened in the hot tub the other night, I got carried away with the sexual part of it and it just consumed me."

"I know I deserve to be punished like this, and you have every right to watch and participate in what's going to happen." I continued. "You're entirely welcome to walk around and watch while Alex spanks me. You can touch me if you want to. You don't have to worry about how I'll feel about it, or if I like it, or not. What I did was thoughtless and mean, and, I'd like to earn your trust and friendship back. Maybe after this is over, we can put it all behind us and move forward with the air cleared."

I looked at them for several seconds after I stopped talking and then glanced up at Alex. "Nicely done." Alex said. 

Then, he moved behind me, standing a foot away from my upturned bottom. "While she's being punished," Alex said to Deb and Dale, "she has no reason to expect any degree of modesty or privacy. So, as she said, if you want to get up and walk around to get a better view, feel free to do so. I don't mind if you touch her, or feel her, as long as you don't interfere with her punishment."

Dale immediately looked at Deb, stood up and walked around the ottoman and stood right next to Alex. I knew what he could see from back there, but, I didn't move. I turned my head to look at Deb and she was noticeably blushing as she looked back at me.

I jumped a little when I felt Alex's hand on the small of my back. He touched me lightly there, and then ran his hand down to the waistband of my panties. For an instant, I was horrified to think he was going to pull my panties down, but he didn't. Instead, he moved his hand down the slope of my bottom and directly in between my thighs from behind.

At first, he held his palm directly against my mound, but after a few seconds, he began to stroke my crotch, trailing his fingers lightly up and down my slit. An incredible feeling of humiliation and helplessness flooded over me as he touched my pussy through my panties. Any other time, I'd be enjoying this. But, not now. This was the most exposed and embarrassed as I'd ever felt in my life, but, it was about to get worse...... much worse.

I was able to look under my body - through my legs, and all the way back to where Alex and Dale were standing. When I saw Alex kneel down behind me I began to panic, but when he asked Dale to kneel down next to him, my panic turned to dreadfulness and tears started to swell again in my eyes. 

Alex reached out and adjusted the flimsy panties across my bottom, smoothing them out and pulling the material this way and that so there were no wrinkles. Then, using two of his fingers like a plow, he pushed my panties between my two outer lips. I felt him run his fingers several times up and down the wet folds of my pussy, each time pushing my panties into me a little more as he drug his fingertips across my clitoris and then back to the entrance of my vagina. 

I didn't have to be looking to know what Alex was doing. He was creating a reason for Dale to focus and concentrate his stare directly on my panty covered vagina. And, even though I was still covered, I'm positive the thin, see-though material did absolutely nothing to hide my sacred feminine anatomy from Dale's eyes.

Alex knew what this would do to me. As I laid in that position with my bottom up and my knees apart with my crotch exposed like it was, I felt an enormous rush of heat and shame overtake my face. I was so ashamed; I closed my eyes to lock out what was happening. 

At that moment, I heard Deb stir from her seat on the couch. I opened my eyes to see her moving in front of me and kneeling down in front of my face just as Alex had done. Without saying a word, she reached under me and cupped my small brestlings in the palms of her hands and gently started to knead them. She didn't go right for the nipples as a man would do, but instead, she began a soft caress of the meat of my little bobbies as she looked into my eyes.

Leaning in to me, she whispered, "You don't know how fascinated I've been with these, Sally. Ever since you took your top off that night in the hot tub, I've wanted to feel them in my hands."

Instantly, our eyes met and I searched her stare for the true meaning of what she'd just said. Her touch on my breasts was soft and as she caressed me, I became aware of how good it felt.

SMACK!

I wasn't prepared for the loud slap and the sting that caused my body to lurch forward. Almost instantly, I could feel the intense bite of the sting warm my bottom and spread across my backside. This was certainly not a playful swat; Alex had really smacked me good and as I tensed my muscles to keep from moving, Deb leaned into me again and whispered to me.

"Shhhh." Deb said, softly. "Be still and don't move. The sooner you accept what's happening to you, the better it'll be."

I was trying to comprehend what she'd just said when I felt Dale's hand under me, sliding down over the front of my panties. His hand didn't stop until he was between my legs, cradling my pussy and pressing his palm into me. I could feel his fingers as they touched me back there; one finger in the crevice between my pantied pussy lips, and his other fingers at the sides, touching the bare skin past the edges of my panties.

"It's okay." Deb whispered to me. "Don't move. Close your eyes and think about how you look right now - how we're touching you and what's happening."

SMACK!

Once again I felt the sting of another swat on my bottom, but, even as Alex spanked me that second time, Dale's fingers never left my crotch. And, almost as if it had been carefully arranged, at the same time as Alex delivered the second swat, Deb's fingers found my nipples and gave them a little pinch. 

My eyes shot open and I looked right up at her as she held the pinch on my nipples and then finally let go. She had a slight grin on her face as she looked down at me and that threw my mind into a mass of confusion and uncertainty as I looked back at her. 

Dale's hand pulled away from my crotch and I felt him searching for the elastic waistband of my panties. As soon as he found it, he slipped his hand down inside, found his way between the folds of my labia and wiggled one finger inside my lubricating vagina.

SMACK! 

Again, the sudden sting of Alex's swat caused me to flinch, but, as soon as he'd spanked me, Deb let go of one of my nipples and put her hand under my chin. Lifting my head slightly, she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. 

"Let go now." Deb said, as she leaned back away from me. "Just let go of everything and concentrate on the signals your body is giving you. Don't fight your feelings, Sally. We've worked too hard to bring you this far to let you spoil it. Make a decision right now to give in. Will you do that for me?"

To say I was mixed-up and confused would be a complete and gross understatement. I didn't understand why Alex had selected this time and place to finish my punishment. It was so unlike him to be as firm as he was – to the point of being mean. He'd never once done anything to belittle me in front of anyone. But, here I was – almost completely naked on my hands and knees at his insistence, being touched, spanked and humiliated to a point I would have never thought possible from him.

Dale's finger found my clit and started rubbing directly against my little nubbin. "Do it, Sally." Deb said to me, leaning in to brush her lips against mine. "Right now..... look me in the eyes and tell me you're ready to give in and submit to us fully."

To be continued.



No Regrets Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3 -- Tommy's Story -- Another Chance

"Don't say that!" Ryan snapped, "You couldn't be in love, not that quick, besides it wouldn't work," he paused, "I think it's best that we don't see each other again."

Ryan had quickly turned from gentle to nasty, his tone more than anything hurt Tommy deep. Tears began to stream, "Why not?"

Ryan seemed to soften, "Look, I'm married," he explained.

Tommy suddenly felt so stupid as he noticed the ring on his finger, how could he overlook that?

"And I have a twelve month old son. I'll be going home to them when the war is over so it's best that you don't get attached to me," Ryan continued. "My son means everything to me and I would lose him if anyone ever found out about us," he paused, "that's why I can't see you again."

Tommy found himself feeling bitter again, how could something so wonderful turn out so sour. How could someone so loving suddenly turn so cold. He cleaned himself down and climbed off the bed, his anus still feeling stretched.

"I'd better go," he said picking up his clothes.

"Will you be Ok?" Ryan asked.

Tommy didn't answer, he knew he wouldn't be, he had just made love to another man and he was full of new emotions and fears. It was a lot for him to take. He dressed in silence, the air between them thick with tension.

"Wait," Ryan called after Tommy as he headed for the door. Tommy paused. "I just want you to know, I really like you, and.. I had the best time tonight but you know it's for the best. It could never work." It seemed to Tommy Ryan was trying to convince himself but ultimately it's not what Tommy wanted to hear. He was not sure what he wanted to hear but Ryan's words sounded so final.

Tommy walked out and didn't look back.

Outside it was late and dark, there was no one around and no moon to light his way. His mind was racing, he knew he was different, not like other boys. He loved kissing Ryan, he loved having him inside him. It was so obvious to him now. I'm a homosexual.

Loneliness sweep over him and he felt a cold chill as the full realisation of what that meant hit home. All his life he'd heard people saying how perverted queers were and how they will burn in hell for their sins. Now he was one of them, it didn't feel bad, it didn't feel wrong, but he knew if anyone found out his life would be utter misery. Now he had this terrible secret that no one could know about, he wished he'd never met Ryan, wished he didn't know, wished he was still a virgin.

Tears filled his eyes, what had that man done to him? He'd condemned him to hell. The feeling of loneliness grew stronger. By the time Tommy had reached home he was sobbing. He looked up at the house that was once filled with love, not any more. His father seemed to resent him for a reason he couldn't figure out and he certainly resented his father.

Quickly he took stock of his life. I've lost my mother, the only person who truly loved me. My father is bitter and doesn't give a fuck about me and to top it all I'm a fucking homosexual. My life is truly fucked up! He didn't see any point in living. In that instant he decided to end his misery.

Swiftly he entered the house and made his way into the kitchen. Rummaging through the drawers he produced a large carving knife. As he positioned the knife at his stomach his tears rained down striking his hands. He could feel the tip pressing into his skin, creating a small amount of pain. Just one push, that's all it needs, just the one. Try as he might he couldn't do it, the muscles in his arms refused to cooperate.

"That's it, take the cowards way out!"

Startled, Tommy looked up and saw a dark figure in the corner of the kitchen.

"Go away!" Tommy blurted.

Tommy's father stood and took the knife from him, "You don't think I miss her too?"

Tommy collapsed on the floor and broke down, "I'm a freak, I don't deserve to live."

"Freak are you? Well welcome to planet earth, every fuckin' person out there is a freak. Anyway I ain't gonna let you top yourself, you're the only thing I have left of her." He bent down and helped Tommy to his feet.

Tommy was dazed by this, never before had his father shown any affection or care for him.

"Then why do you hate me?" Tommy blurted.

His father pulled him into a hug and Tommy broke down on his shoulder.

"I don't hate you. I'm just crap at showing my feelings," he paused, "I love you just as much as I loved your mother." The statement seemed to stick in his throat. "Look I don't know what happened to you tonight and I don't want to, thats your business but don't go topping yourself over something that's probably trivial. You'll only regret it when your dead."

Trivial is not how Tommy saw it but he was seeing a side of his father he never knew existed. He suddenly had new hope that maybe they could be friends after all. Maybe his father would understand his burden, he didn't think he could handle it alone.

"Dad..I.."

Tommy's father pushed him away, "Look at us," he scoffed, "people will think we're a couple of queers."

Perhaps not.

"Get to bed, you'll feel better after a good nights sleep, beside you have work in the morning."

Tommy headed upstairs but stopped halfway.

"Dad?"

"What?"

"Thanks."

"Fuck off."

Tommy smiled, he now knew that grumpy old man he called dad did actually care about him. Suddenly things didn't seem so bad .In his room he cleaned up the small cut to his stomach. What was I thinking? He shuddered at what might have happened if he had found the strength to push. Stripping off he checked his anus, it felt normal again. He moaned as he slipped a finger inside. How he loved Ryan's cock inside him.

Climbing into bed he pulling the covers tight around him and imagined Ryan was holding him tight. He placed the photo of his mother on the pillow, as he did every night. She would have understood, he knew he could have talked to her about it. His tears wet the pillow as he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Ration day at the grocers was always bedlam. Hordes of women all vying for the best produce. Tommy raced to keep up with his boss wrapping the various vegetables and handing them to the needy women.

"You not got a girlfriend yet Tommy?" Mrs Jacobs asked knowing full well he didn't, "We'll have to fix you up with our Doris," she winked.

Tommy blushed as he always did. Doris was Mrs Jacobs daughter and very pretty too, but he felt like telling her what Doris got up to late at night with the GI's. But he decided against it.

"I think your Doris has eye's on one of the GI's" Mr Rogers, Tommy's boss said.

"Over my dead body," Mrs Jacobs scoffed.

Tommy was seeing men in a different light now, wondering, what if? He would mentally undress them, imagine them naked, making love to him. When he looked at Mr Rogers and imagined him naked he shuddered. Mr Rogers is a nice man, very kind and always treated Tommy very well but his stocky build with a large beer belly and thick bushy beard did nothing for Tommy. Ryan had been the man for him.

For the past three days Tommy had seen the GI's all around the village but never once had he seen Ryan. Every time he saw a uniform he got flustered and aroused. None of them seem to notice him, they were only occupied by the local girls and trying their best to date them. A topic that was very much ongoing in the grocers amongst the women.

Tommy didn't notice the GI standing at the window until he had to get some cabbages from the display. At first all he saw was the uniform. His heart began to race as he froze. He didn't want to look up, he felt petrified, but look up he did and saw Ryan staring back at him.

"He's a handsome one," a woman said, "not seen him around before."

"Watch out Tommy I think he likes your cucumber," another said causing an outburst of laughter in the store.

Tommy blushed so hard he felt faint, it was as though everyone knew what they had done together. Ryan signalled to him to meet round back, then walked off.

Tommy finished serving one of the women then turned to Mr Rogers, "Er could I take a break?" he asked.

"What? Now?" Mr Rogers said looking at all the customers.

"I won't be long, promise."

"Oh Ok, but hurry back, I don't trust being on my own with all these women." he joked.

"Oh, you should be so lucky," one of the women replied, "It's Tommy who should be worried."

The shop burst into laughter once more as Tommy ran out back blushing again. He saw Ryan standing by the back door and before he could do anything Ryan had pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Tommy struggled free.

"W-W-What were you doing?" he panted getting his breath back. "someone might see."

"I had to see you again, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Tommy was taken back by this, he was confused. Anger overcame him but he bit his tongue, he wanted to see where this was going."

"Meet me tonight, behind the Village hall, around 10."

Before Tommy could get a word out Ryan was gone, leaving him shaking in the doorway. He was still annoyed but excited too, that kiss sent his head in a spin, his heart racing. He tried to calm himself down as he made his way back into the shop to resume serving, but he was preoccupied with the encounter and was making mistakes.

Mr Rogers put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, "Go and sort out that new delivery, I can manage here."

Tommy was grateful for the break.

* * *

Tommy had no intention of meeting Ryan, he tried to come up with every reason why he shouldn't go. He'll just hurt you, It's illegal, you could go to prison, you won't see him again when the war is over, but despite this he still found himself outside the village hall.

He waited fifteen minutes alone with his thoughts, He's late, he's stood you up, this is crazy! He was just about to leave when Ryan appeared. He wasn't wearing the full dress uniform he wore several nights ago, just his standard issue. He immediately swooped Tommy into his arms and kissed him passionately. Tommy was powerless to resist and just melted into him, all the wonderful feelings came flooding back.

When they stopped Ryan took his hand, "Come on, I got something to show you."

"No wait!" Tommy said pulling back bewildered by the sudden enthusiasm, "I don't understand, you said you didn't want to see me again."

Ryan sighed, "I know," he paused, "I was feeling confused, scared, I'd never done anything like that before, I really thought it would be for the best. But after you left I couldn't get you out of my mind, I've never felt like this about anyone."

"Felt like what?"

He took a deep breath and cradled Tommy's face with his large calloused hands, "I think I'm falling for you."

Tommy's eyes fill with tears, he wanted to trust Ryan but he was scared to, "You're just saying that," he said.

Ryan felt his stomach churn, he placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder, "I really hurt you didn't I?"

Tears fell freely now as Tommy sobbed, "yes you fucking hurt me! I was fine till you seduced me, now I have this awful secret I have to carry around with me that I never wanted. I don't want to be queer!"

"Neither do I, more than anything I want to be like all the other jocks out there that screw around with women, hell I've done my share. But none of them felt right, I knew something was missing and making love to you felt more right than all of them put together." He paused, it seemed like he was struggling to find the words. "Look, if something feels that right, then perhaps it's meant to be, perhaps we were born to love men, perhaps it's the whole fucking world that has it wrong. If I could take back what happened I would, but it made me realise what it is I need, and that's you, and if it's wrong then so be it, I would rather be wrong than right. "

Ryan's words cut deep and Tommy sensed he was being genuine. Ryan pulled his hand away.

"I'm sorry," he said looking at the ground in shame, "I never meant to hurt you, I can see you're still hurting, it's best I go."

Ryan turned and started to walk away. For all the guilt and shame Tommy felt now, it didn't compare to the fear of not seeing Ryan again, "No, wait," he said, "I don't want to be alone."

Tommy flung himself at Ryan and was welcomed with open arms. He sobbed into his neck. Only the sound of nearby footsteps caused them to break their embrace.

"We have to be careful," Ryan whispered, "We need to find somewhere more private."

"Where could we go?" Tommy asked wiping his eyes.

"That's what I was going to show you," He took Tommy's hand again," come on."

Around the front of the Village hall was an army jeep, "Get in," Ryan said.

"Where did you get this?"

"I borrowed it from ordinance, got to get it back in a couple of hours though."

Soon they were speeding through the country lanes and Tommy quickly cheered up, thrilled to be riding in a vehicle, his second time only. The wind rushed through his hair as they sped down the narrow streets.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see."

After a couple of miles Ryan turned up a dirt track, half a mile further on they came across an abandoned cottage.

"This was the old Millers place, I forgot it was here," Tommy said.

"We discovered it yesterday on a training exercise," Ryan explained as he pulled a ruck sack from the back of the Jeep.

They headed inside and up the stairs. In the main bedroom was a solitary bed, the mattress looked a little stained but ok to use. Ryan took out some blankets from the sack and covered the bed.

"Viol-la!"

Tommy giggled and climbed onto the bed immediately followed by Ryan who produced a bottle of Bourbon.

"Something to relax us a little," he said taking a swig.

Tommy took the bottle and did the same except he gingerly sipped at it, not wanting a repeat of the other night. This time he found he liked the taste and sipped some more. Ryan placed his hand on Tommy's leg and gently stroked. Tommy emitted a soft moan.

Ryan leaned in and tenderly kissed Tommy's moist lips, "You really are beautiful."

Tommy was not certain about the word beautiful, it's something normally reserved for describing women, something feminine, he didn't consider himself feminine at all. He did however like the way Ryan said it, it made him feel sexual, wanted, admired and most of all it gave him a killer erection.

As Ryan began to unbutton Tommy's shirt he had that look again. Even if Tommy wanted to he knew he wouldn't be able to resist. Soon his smooth slim chest was bare, his nipples pert and erect and his skin covered in goosebumps. Still holding the bottle of bourbon he lay back as Ryan covered his torso with soft butterfly kisses, Tommy groaned in delight.

They spent the next hour touching, kissing, stroking but taking things much slower. Ryan introduced Tommy to the art of fellatio. When Ryan had swallowed his manhood Tommy's eyes widened, shocked that someone would put a penis in their mouth, but the sensation was indescribable. Of course he was only too willing to reciprocate, a little awkwardly at first but he was a quick learner.

Their love making ended with Ryan kneeling and Tommy's back against him. Ryan was deep inside the boy as he caressed and teased Tommy's nipples and nibbled his ear. Tommy experienced another earth shattering handsfree orgasm as Ryan slipped deep in his bowels massaging his prostate. It didn't take long for Ryan to ejaculate shortly after.

Exhausted they lay in the darkness, the only light coming from the moon through the window. Tommy's skin seemed almost luminescent, Ryan stroked it gently drinking in the boy's beauty. He was the first to speak.

"We can't see each other..."

Tommy sat up like a bolt, "NO! Don't do this to me again!" His eyes quickly filled with tears, panic showed on his face.

"Woah! Hold on there, you didn't let me finish," Ryan said grabbing Tommy and holding him close.

"I was going to say that we can't see each other for a while because I'm being shipped to France tomorrow."

Tommy froze, suddenly he was faced with a new fear.

"Don't get killed," he said burying his face into Ryan's chest.

"I promise I'll be careful."

"Ryan, I really do love you," Tommy said stifling a sniffle.

Ryan lifted Tommy's face up to his own, "and I love you too."

As they kissed a siren sounded in the distance, "Fuck an air raid!" Ryan shouted scrambling for his clothes.

Tommy and Ryan quickly dressed and rushed to the jeep, "I'll drop you in the village," Ryan said as they sped down the dirt track. In the distance the sky lit up from search lights and the heavy drone of bombers could be heard over the sound of flak exploding above them.

Once in the village Tommy jumped out, "I'll be gone for a month, I'll see you when I come back, same place behind the village hall!" Ryan shouted as the jeep drove away.

Tommy ran for home, he wasn't too worried about the bombs falling on his village, he knew that wasn't their target, they just passed over on their way to London. It was in London that his mother had been killed, visiting her sister, both had perished. Tommy had a deep hatred for the Germans for taking his mother away, he wished he could fight alongside Ryan, get his revenge but mostly to be with the man he loved.



No Regrets Ch. 03



I drove my mother's car to the coast on L plates. We headed for the quiet stretch of beach roughly half way between Borth to Aberystwyth, in Wales. We managed to find a spot to park and were soon making our way down the half mile track which leads to the beach. As usual it was deserted but still we walked another half mile along the sand towards Borth.

Before we settled down to soak up the sun I told mom to remove her top and skirt. For the next three or four of hours I had the pleasure of watching and playing with her naked body. The beach is usually quiet and today was no exception. But as we only live a few miles away, there was a real chance of someone recognising us. As it was for the whole time we were there, we didn't see another soul. 

It really did feel extremely 'naughty' to swim and eat our lunch while nude; we had sex three times while we were there. The first was not long after we'd arrived, a straight missionary fuck. The second was a little after we'd eaten. I was on my back and told her to ride me. 

When it began to cool down we decided to head for home. Dad wasn't due back till six but we wanted to get home before him. We did it a third time as we were walking back along the beach. We were passing some large rocks, without saying anything I leant her over one and did it hard and fast from behind. Doing it like that, without asking seems to turn my mother on the most as she came almost as soon as I started to fuck her. 

As I drove back I tried to imagine what it'd be like with dad around. He's a bit of a work alcoholic and at the weekends he likes to get in at least one round of golf. The more I thought about it the less I worried that it would cramp our style, so to speak! 

At home we both checked the house and their room for 'evidence' and I helped change her bedding. When that was sorted it was still only half four. Mom text dad who said he was just leaving the club and would be home about half six. Two hours.

At that point she was already nude. I pulled her to me as she dropped her phone onto the bed and kissed her. 

'This weekend has been a dream come true for me.' I said as I gently fondled her breasts.

'It's not been a complete bummer for me you know.' She replied.

I looked at her freshly made bed before taking her by the hand and leading her to my room. I had her lie on top of my bed and I continued to play with my new toy.

'What do you think it'll be like after dad gets back?'

'You know his schedule and what he's like as well as I do. He's usually out of the house before you get up and is never home before seven.'

'So you're ok carrying on as we have been?'

'I don't see why it should change anything; but we have to be very careful.'

'That's what I needed to hear. You're to let me see you nude before you go to bed at night, even if it's only opening your dressing gown. In the mornings if I'm still in bed after dad leaves you're to come to my room, strip and ask me how I'd like to start my day. In the evenings when I get back from college you're again to strip and ask if I'd like to fuck you.'

As I'd been speaking I'd been gently playing with her clit. At that point she came but in a controlled, quieter way which seemed to last for ages. As she returned to earth, I asked her about this morning.

'You really wanted me to use the belt on your tits didn't you.'

'I did.'

'I wasn't sure whether to, actually I wanted to but didn't trust myself!'

'Whenever you feel that you want to... well you know.' She started to orgasm a second time, so I knelt between her legs to enter her and we fucked slowly for as long as I could hold back. 

Afterwards as we lay together on my bed, she said that she'd forget about the regenerative capabilities of young men and wondered how many times we'd done it over the weekend. It took us a while to remember the exact count. I'd cum at least thirteen times.

Dad had enjoyed his weekend too. We chatted about it and our trip to the beach over a light supper. I went to my room at nine to get some college reading in and found it very easy to concentrate completely on what I was reading. I heard them both come up about ten and a few minutes later mom slipped into my room and opened her dressing gown to let me see her body one last time. As she brazenly exposed herself she asked how my studying was going before saying goodnight as she closed her gown.

As she left I closed my book and got ready for bed myself. Sleep over took me almost as soon as I lay down and it only seemed like a few minutes before the sound of dad closing the front door the next morning, woke me. A few moments later I heard his car start and not long after that my mother quietly pushed open my door.

'Good morning.' She said as she casually let her dressing gown fall to the floor, her knee length nightie joined it a few seconds later. 'How would you like to start your day?'

'I'm already hard.' I said as I pushed the covers back, 'I'd like a fuck with you on top.' Mom climbed onto my bed from the bottom a little like a cat stalking a mouse, she sucked me briefly into her mouth before kneeling over me and lowering herself onto my erection. As she moved herself slowly up and down the length of my cock I leisurely fondled her gently swinging breasts. Holding back as long as I could mom only just came as I filled her cunt with hopefully the first helping of my sperm of the day. 

'That was just what the doctor ordered.' I said as she climbed off the bed and picked up her clothes.

'Your breakfast is ready, maybe best to eat it before you get dressed.' She replied.

'In that case you can stay like you are too.' 

In the kitchen I was soon tucking into my breakfast happily watching my naked mother moving around the kitchen. Although I'd seen her like that almost all weekend it still gave me a buzz. 

After I'd eaten I quickly got dressed and returned to the kitchen, she was still naked. Usually I bike to the village to catch the bus but somehow I'd let the time get away from me!

'Mom, can you slip a coat on and drop me in the village?' I asked.

'Okay dear, oops I didn't notice it was that late.' She tossed me her keys and told me to get the car ready as she reached for her thigh length rain coat.

'Don't fasten it.' I said as I went out of the door. 

I backed the car out for her and figured it'd be safer if she drove. As she walked out of the house I was treated to the highly erotic sight of her nakedness framed within her open coat. As she drove to the village I couldn't take my eyes off her sitting at the wheel seemingly oblivious to the sheer eroticism of the situation. I was captivated by her tits which moved oh so gracefully as she negotiated bends and bumps. I waited as long as I dare before telling her to pull up. I gave her tits one last grope before letting her fasten her coat which she did with out comment. As she'd been driving she'd talked as usual about something or other... not for the first time the surrealism of the situation made me want to pinch myself!

At the bus stop, my friend Martin was already waiting. If he wondered why mom was wearing a rain coat on such a warm morning he never said anything. Mom said hello to him as I got out she said she'd try and remember to pick me up and left for home.

During the day I found my concentration levels had increased no end. At lunch time I was thinking over mom's suggestion yesterday morning that she pee on me. I had a wicked thought and sent her a text.

I fancy a bath when I get in, can you make sure there is plenty of water. 

I didn't expect mom to reply and she didn't. The afternoon slid by quick enough and before I knew it I was on the bus heading for home. Mom was waiting for me when I got off it, in the passenger seat of her car so I slipped into the driver's seat. 

As we drove home I could see mom looked a little uncomfortable, it was obvious she desperately needed to pee! Being gifted with a perverted sense of humour I drove just a little slower and stopped several times to point out something on the fields. Mom I'm sure knew what I was doing but didn't rise.

At home as soon as we were in the kitchen, she removed the few clothes she was wearing even faster than usual and asked if I'd like to fuck her. She wasn't quite hoping from one foot to the other but she did look like she'd have an accident very soon. 

'I would actually, I'm just deciding where and how. But how senseless of me, do you need the loo?'

Through gritted teeth she said, 'Now that you mention it, I'm bursting!'

I asked her to follow me, and I headed for the stairs. 

In the bathroom I removed my clothes none to quickly, before stretching myself out in the bath.

'You may pee on me but try to miss my face.'

Mom didn't need to be told twice. As quickly as she could she stepped into the bath, her feet either side of my tummy, squatted a little and sent a stream of hot pee onto my already hard dick. After a few seconds when the urgency had dissipated I guess, she stood up a little and let her urine splash onto my stomach and lower chest. All in all it was quite an erotic experience. 

When she had finished I wondered out loud if she'd be able to lower herself onto me and do the honours. It was a bit cramped but she managed and we were able to enjoy what had to be our most depraved fuck so far. Needless to say we spent the next ten minutes at least in the shower but we were both spotless at the end of it, what could be considered good clean fun! Unfortunately I was also sporting another boner by then which I got rid of after I had her lean over the wash basin. 

By the time dad showed up, over an hour later we were once again the image of respectability. We all chatted about our day as we ate together. The rest of the evening drifted by as they do, I spent most of it in my room studying and didn't notice mom as she came silently into my room on her way from the bathroom to her bedroom.

'Good night Paul.' She said from the door way. As I looked up to say goodnight, I saw that she was standing in my doorway with her bathrobe slipped off her shoulders and held open. What I also saw was dad behind her! Mom saw me looking at him and realised what was happening.

She closed her robe but not too quickly and turned to face dad. 'Hi honey.' She said.

'What were you doing?' He asked her.

'I wanted to know if Paul thought I was putting on weight?' she replied. Man that was fast thinking I thought.

'Do you often do that?'

'Now and then, he's mega critical and I know he'd tell me if I'd put on even an ounce.' 

'Jesus. You think you know some one... good night Paul.' He said.

As he turned to go into the bathroom, mom waited until the door closed before almost doubling up in silent adrenalin fuelled laughter. 'Christ!' She mouthed at me.

'Un-fucking-believable.' I whispered back. 'You look perfect by the way, goodnight.'

I lay awake for ages thinking about what had just happened but in the end I decided if nothing else it'd let dad know mom and I had a relationship just a little different from the norm. I was up early the next morning and had breakfast with them both; dad didn't mention the incident which was cool of him. After he'd left, mom and I did though. 

She started off by saying how careless she'd been and I complimented her on her quick thinking. Although she had made light of it at the time, I could tell she took it as a wake up call as to the risks we were taking. She did add that for what ever reason, it'd lit a fire under my dad. He'd not fucked her quite so energetically for, well years she told me.

I suggested that as dad knew I was used to seeing her naked and as it seemed to touch a few buttons for him, maybe she could follow on from that. She asked what I meant and I said maybe she could start walking around nude, upstairs at least when she knew dad would know I could see her. At first she was a little doubtful but after thinking about it for a few minutes she conceded that I could have a point. 

'Anyway, if I leave in ten minutes I can bike to the bus which means I've got time for a quick blow job.'

Mom almost skipped around the table to kneel before me. Getting hard was never a problem and in no time she was sucking hungrily on my boner. I was one happy shopper as I set off for college ten minutes later!

Tuesdays are usually a drag even if I do get out early. The euphoria of the weekend has gone and next weekend seems a life time away. That's usually the case for me and most people but today life was good and I was enjoying every second.

I spent the morning thinking what I could put in a text to my mother. As it was she beat me to it and asked if I fancied a run when I got in, if I didn't have too much studying to do. I text back that a run would be good, as long as the stiffness in my leg had gone. Not quiet as subtle as yesterdays but what can you do!

Like I said Tuesday is a short day so I was home for just after four. Mom was in the kitchen when I got in. She said hi before deftly removing the few things she was wearing and then asking if I'd like to fuck her. I didn't answer just turned her away from me and pushed her face down onto the kitchen table. As I fucked her from behind I pushed my fingers into her hair and held her tightly against the table top. It didn't take me long to come but even so she did too.

When I'd got my breath back I changed and we went for our run, making sure we were back in plenty of time for a shower and another fuck before dad got in. The rest of the week followed in a similar very happy vein. She'd get me off one way or another each morning and at least once each evening. She even managed to let me see her body at the end of each day but not when dad could witness.

Also during the week, I spent a lot of time thinking about mom and dad and how it'd obviously turned him on, my seeing mom in the nude. I was sure there was a way to make it happen again. In the end events conspired with me to create that situation in a way I could never have hoped for.



No Regrets Ch. 04



Allan's arm was cramping, Susan had shifted position in her sleep and her weight was lying on it. Allan looked at Susan and gently kissed her forehead as he eased his arm out from under her.

"That's a weak excuse for a kiss," murmured Susan, her eyes still closed. "You ought to be able to do better than that after a nap."

"I didn't think you were awake." He said as he lowered his head to her and kissed her, probing her lips with his tongue.

Susan opened her lips and sucked on the tip of his tongue, as she rolled her body against him, feeling his chest hair tease the nipples of her tits. "Hmmmm....I would like to wake up like this all the time." She could feel his cock stiffen and become hard....opening her legs, she let his prick slip between them, then closing them she trapped his prick against her pussy. She could feel his shaft pressing against her pussy lips and the large head of his prick nestled against the crack of her ass. "Hmmm, I like the way that feels, too. Nice and large and hot."

They lay there for some time, kissing and whispering to each other. Finally, Allan said, "Susie, I want you....I want you so much....I'll never get tired of making love to you."

Susan kissed him, "Oh Allan, I want you too." She looked at him, "Do you want to do my fantasy? Tie me up? I trust you."

"Do you really want me to do that?"

"If you want it," smiled Susan. "I want to be completely at your mercy....I want you do whatever you want to do to me sexually."

"Okay, but I don't want to hurt or scare you. You tell me if it isn't good for you. Okay?" Allan got some old neckties out of the closet and with Susan's help she was quickly tied up, spread eagle on the bed. Looking at her, Allan could feel his prick get even harder....he hadn't thought that possible. But, looking at this beautiful naked girl, helpless, tied up with her pussy fully exposed and vulnerable, was making his balls ache with desire.

He stretched out beside her and gave her a quick kiss, "Oh Susie, looking at you like this is almost enough to make me cum." Allan leaned over and began to tongue her tits, letting his tongue trace a path down her body to her cunt. Getting between her legs, Allan spread her pussy with his hands and began to tongue and suck her pussy. He took her clitoris between his lips and massaged it with his lips while flicking his tongue back and forth over it. He heard Susan moan softly and could feel her trying to move her legs, but unable to do so because of the bonds. He tongued her clitoris vigorously as she gave a loud gasp and tried to raise her ass off the bed.

"Oh God, Allan, that feels good.....so good. I want you to fuck me...put your prick in me....now."

Allan raised up, "Not yet, I have some more things to do first." Allan knelt by her head and took his prick and placed it on her lips, "Suck this first...get it good and wet."

Susan eagerly took his prick into her mouth and sucked it, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre come that was oozing out of its slit. As she sucked his prick, Allan reached down to her pussy and found her clitoris and began to massage it with two fingers, rolling it between them. He felt Susan's lips vibrate as she moaned around his prick head in her mouth. Susan was trying to push her hips up against his fingers as he massaged her clit, but was being restrained by the bonds tying her down.

He pulled his prick from her mouth and quickly knelt between her legs...taking his prick in his hand, he rubbed it up and down between her wet pussy lips. Susan's pussy was soaking wet and leaking her juices down the cheeks of her ass; he could see her pussy juices glistening on her ass and her inner thighs.

"Put it in.....Put it in," begged Susan. "God, Allan....I want you so much."

Allan put the head of his prick in her pussy hole and then with one smooth easy thrust rammed it all the way into her pussy. He felt Susan's body jerk and her pussy convulse around his prick. "Ohhhh....Allaaaaan.......I'm cumming......cummmmiiinnnnnng...," she moaned. Allan slowly stroked his prick in and out her throbbing pussy as Susan moaned softly, "Oh Allan....Allan. I didn't think...I didn't want to cum that quick." Allan paused, "No, don't stop....don't. Make me cum again."

Allan kissed her as he continued to stroke his prick into her. "I wanted you to cum...to cum good," said Allan. "I like it when you want me that badly - it makes me want you even more."

Susan kissed him, "Allan, turn me over. I want you to screw me in my ass. We've never done that....you'll the first - the only one."

Allan withdrew his rigid prick from her pussy and quickly began to untie her. As they were undoing the ties, Allan said, "I don't have a vibrator, like in your fantasy."

Susan laughed, "That's okay, you will be plenty."

"I've got an idea. I'll be right back." Allan dashed out the room returning immediately with a cucumber. "This ought to work." He slipped a rubber over it. "It's the right size and shape."

Susan laughed as she got on the bed on her hands and knees, with her ass up in the air. Allan knelt behind her, his prick rock hard, probing at the crack between the cheeks of her ass.

"Go slow, Allan. Your prick is awfully big for that little hole," she said.

Allan rubbed her pussy juice over the little rosebud of her asshole, slowly inserting a finger into it. When he had the finger all the way in, he began to finger fuck her butt to relax the muscles. While doing this he rubbed the head of his prick on her pussy and slipped it in to her pussy hole getting it good and wet with her pussy juices. Pulling out his finger he put the head of his prick against her asshole and pushed gently forward. He could feel Susan pushing back against his prick trying to help bury it in her ass. He began to rock his ass gently back and forth pushing the head of his prick into her asshole. Each time it seem to go a little deeper, stretching her asshole a little wider....then on one push forward, Susan pushed back and he felt the head of his prick pop through - he was in her ass. "My God," he moaned, "that's even tighter than your pussy.....a lot tighter. Susie, does it hurt, do you want to stop?"

"No, don't stop...not now...I can feel you in me," gasped Susan. Susan pushed her ass back against his prick, "That's it put it in deeper...go slow let me get use to it....God, I feel like there's a telephone pole up my ass, but it feels good."

Allan pressed slowly forward and started rocking his ass back and forth, moving his prick in her ass with short strokes, each one a little deeper. Allan reached down and picked up the rubber-coated cucumber and inserted the smaller end into Susan's pussy hole. The cucumber was about seven-eight inches long and as large in diameter as Allan's prick at the small end and larger at the other end. As Allan pushed the veggie dildo into Susan's pussy and began to stroke it in and out, Susan moaned loudly.

"Oh Allan....Ohhhhhh....that feels good.......fuck me good.......fuck me good," moaned Susan. "I can feel the ridges and bumps on it, God, I feel like I'm stuffed."

Allan had about five inches of his prick in Susan's ass....he began to stroke it in and out, while he worked the dildo in her pussy. He was having trouble coordinating his movements...fucking her ass with his prick and her pussy with the veggie dildo. He pushed the cucumber deep into her pussy and left it there... he was concentrating on fucking her tight ass. He felt Susan's ass muscles relax even more letting his prick deeper into her tight ass. As he stroked his prick in and out her ass, he could feel the cucumber dildo in her pussy along the underside of his prick. Then he felt Susan reach back and start moving the veggie dildo in and out her pussy, he could feel the sensation against his prick.

"Oh Susie, your ass is so tight....it's squeezing my prick....I can't keep this up long," moaned Allan.

Susan was pushing her ass back on Allan's prick and working the dildo in and out her throbbing pussy as hard as she could. "Now....Fuck Me Now.....I'm going to cum. OH GOD, I'm cumming......OOHHhhhhhhh.....Allan," Susan moaned as she rammed her ass back on his prick feeling it go even deeper into her bowel. The pressure of her ass on his prick was just more than Allan could take, he felt his prick throb, seem to swell, then spew his cum deep into her bowel. With a low moan Susan collapsed forward on the bed causing Allan's prick to come out of her ass with a very audible wet plop.

Allan lay down beside her and took her in his arms. "Susie, you are something else. You're wonderful. I think I'm in love with you," whispered Allan as he held her, kissing her neck and ear.

Susan just sighed deeply, to spent to say anything, or do anything, but bury her face against his neck and hug him. After a few moments she started laughing softly.

"What is it," asked Allan.

"I was thinking how strange life is, how unhappy I had been about Dad getting killed, having to move here...and now, I've never been happier. I met you and everything changed." She kissed his neck, "Oh Allan, you were great.... tender.....and so sweet to worry about me. I don't think it...I believe I'm definitely in love with you," she whispered as she kissed his ear.

They lay there for some time just whispering to each other and gently kissing. Then Allan sat up, "We need to get cleaned up and get something to eat, it's almost 7:30. Come on, we'll take a shower together."

In the shower, Susan was washing Allan and Allan was washing her. "My little fellow is getting stirred up again," said Susan as she stroked Allan's balls and prick with the wash cloth. "He's clean and looks like he's ready for some more action," she said as she gripped his prick, now hard and rigid, in her hand.

"You get him excited," said Allan.

Kneeling down in the shower stall Susan licked the head of his prick and looked up at Allan. "This time, instead of me just sucking you, I want you to fuck my mouth...Okay?" Susan slipped her mouth over the head of his prick and teased it with her tongue.

"You mean like this," asked Allen, as he began to pump his prick back and forth into her mouth. He heard and felt a muffled 'un-hu' around his prick. Placing his hands on each side of Susan's head, he began to move his ass back and forth, pumping his prick into her mouth, being careful not to go too deep. He could feel her tongue on his shaft when he went in fully and feel her tongue swirling around the head of his prick when he was withdrawing it. "Oh Susie, that feels great," moaned Allan.

When Allan pushed his prick into her mouth, Susan tighten her lips and cheeks to give it more friction and when he was withdrawing, she would suck it as though she were trying to pull it back into her throat. After a few minutes of this Allan's legs began to quiver. "Oh Susie....that's it, suck it hard," gasped Allan as he speeded up his thrusts. "Oh...OOHHhhh....Susie.....I'm fixing to cum."

When Susan felt his prick begin to throb, she grabbed his buttocks and pulled him to her, running his prick deep into her throat....she could feel the head pressing the back of her throat, almost choking her. She felt Allan's body jerk as his prick erupted in her throat, spewing his cum down it. After the first two spurts she eased his prick head up to her mouth freeing her throat so she could breathe easier. Catching the lesser spurts of cum in her mouth, she used her tongue to swirl the cum around his prick head, savoring the taste of his cum while she did it. When he had stopped cumming, she gently sucked him until he was limp.

Standing up, Susan kissed him, and said, "Well, I've had the appetizer, now I'm ready for the main course."

Almost a month later, Susan and Tracey were cleaning the dinner dishes from another late dinner. Susan looked around, checking for her Mom or Grandma, then whispered to Tracey, "I need to talk to you tonight. After everyone is in bed, why don't you sneak into my room."

"Okay," replied Tracey. "What's it about?"

Susan glanced around; they were alone. She leaned over and gave Tracey a quick kiss and whispered, "I'll explain later....it's too complicated to get into now. But, I think you'll like it." Watching Tracey's face, Susan knew she had Tracey's curiosity piqued.

Susan lay in bed waiting for Tracey. She could hear the shower in their adjoining bath and knew she'd be in soon, her Mother and Grandmother had already gone to their bedrooms upstairs. Susan wondered if Tracey would like her idea......she thought she would. She recalled her discussion with Allan.

"I've only got another two weeks before I have to leave for the University. Why don't we go up to the State Park....take my tent and camp out for a couple of days?" asked Allan.

"I'd love to," said Susan, "but I'm not sure my Mom would agree. She's pretty liberal...but not that liberal."

"If you could, we can go up next Wednesday, after I get through at the clinic, and have Thursday, Friday, and Saturday there - we'd come home Sunday. We could swim, hike...they have horses there and water skiing."

Susan laughed, "Yeah, I can just see me saying, 'Mom, I want to go camping with Allan...spend three nights with him, sleeping in the same tent....maybe even the same sleeping bag,' she would probably flip out." Susan paused and said wistfully, "I wish we could....it would be great."

"You don't think we could convince her?"

Susan held up her finger, "I've got an idea that might work, what if Tracey went with us. We wouldn't be totally alone, but we would have some privacy...I know Tracey will cooperate. Is the tent big enough?"

"Sure, it will sleep four, even six people. I'd rather it were just the two of us. Won't it be awkward for Tracey?"

"Tracey already knows we're having sex...she asked me and I told her. Tracey and I don't really have many secrets from one another. But if Tracey goes, Mom believes there's safety in numbers, she'd see Tracey being there as a chaperone, keeping us from getting carried away."

"I never had a brother or even a friend, I felt that close to." Allan kissed her and said, "Until now, with you. Okay, lets do it. See if Tracey wants to come. We'll still have a good time. It'll be a lot of fun, and we'll have all that time together."

The shower had stopped a few minutes ago. Susan heard Tracey ease the door open and then felt her scramble into the bed and snuggle up to her. Tracey was naked. Susan could feel her naked breasts pressing against her.

"Where are your clothes?" asked Susan.

"Oh Susie, I thought you wanted to....you know..," stammered Tracey.

Susan chuckled, "I know, honey. I'm just kidding you." Susan turned on her side facing Tracey and pulled Tracey closer to her and gave her a quick kiss. "First we need to talk about something."

Susan explained about the camping trip and her idea of Tracey coming along so their mother would agree to it.

"I think it's a great idea, as long as you and Allan don't mind me being with you two," said Tracey. "You know that old saying 'Three's a crowd.' "

"That's the other part of my idea....the part I didn't tell Allan," whispered Susan. Susan explained how she and Allan had shared their sexual fantasies, and how she and Allan had played out her fantasy.

Tracey giggled, "That sounds great."

"Now the good part," said Susan. "Allan's fantasy was to be on a camping trip and get picked up or meet two beautiful girls and then get screwed out of his skull. Does that give you any ideas for this camping trip?"

"You mean me and you....and Allan? You wouldn't mind?" asked Tracey.

"I don't think so.....I love you both. Well, I know I love you, and I think I'm in love with Allan. I just want to surprise him...make him happy."

Tracey hugged Susan, "I think it's a great idea. You know - while I've fingered myself, I've wondered what it would be like to make love with both you and Allan. But I know how much you like Allan, I'd never do anything to upset you."

"It wouldn't upset me, honey," whispered Susan as she began to fondle Tracey's tit and play with the nipple. "I'm just ending up my period....tonight is your treat, I'm going to make love to you." Susan ran her hand through Tracey's soft damp pussy hair and parting the lips of her pussy, slipped two of her fingers into Tracey's moist, hot cunt. "Just lay there and enjoy it, while I make you cum," said Susan as she began to run her tongue down Tracey's body. Susan crawled between Tracey's legs and taking her two pillows slid them under Tracey's buttocks, elevating Tracey's pussy, making it more accessible to her mouth and tongue.

Stretching out between Tracey's legs, Susan pushed Tracey's pussy lips apart and ran her tongue deep in her pussy hole. Placing her whole mouth on Tracey's pussy, Susan began to lick and suck her, drawing Tracey's pussy lips into her mouth and stretching them. Susan heard Tracey moan softly, then as Susan's tongue found Tracey's clitoris, Tracey body jerked as Susan's tongue probed at her clitoris. Susan sucked the engorged clit between her lips and tongued it as hard as she could. After a few minutes of vigorous sucking and tonguing, Susan began to massage it with her lips, as though she was trying to eat it with her lips -- no teeth. She felt Tracey shudder and heard her gasp.

"Oh Susie......Sussiieee.....that's goood.....that's real goooood," moaned Tracey. Tracey tried to push her pussy onto Susan's tongue.....reaching down, Tracey grasped the back of Susan's head in her hands, pulling Susan into her pussy. Tracey's legs were beginning to tremble, and Tracey could feel the tremors starting in her pussy....the signal for her orgasm.

"Oh Susie.....Oh, I'm going to cum.....I'm going to cum," gasped Tracey softly.

Susan probed Tracey's asshole with her finger, then slid her finger deep into her ass. She felt Tracey's body shudder and her asshole grip her finger as Tracey's orgasm washed over her. Susan licked Tracey's pussy very slowly as Tracey's body became still. Giving her pussy one last kiss, Susan left it and crawled up beside Tracey.

"Was it good, honey?" asked Susan, kissing the tip of Tracey's nose.

"God...it was great.....I'm totally wiped out," gasped Tracey.

"That's okay, just go to sleep and dream about all the fun we're going have on that trip next week. If Mom says okay." Susan laughed softly, "I hope I dream about it."

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 04



Pucky watched with his hands in his pockets as Jon handed Stella her keys. Jon had driven them back to his house after leaving Deacon's, where Stella had left her car earlier that day. Jon said something quietly to Stella and she laughed before giving him a quick hug. As Stella walked down the driveway towards Pucky, Jon waved and closed the door. Pucky leaned back on Stella's car and sighed. Stella cocked her head and put her hands on his hips. 

"What's up with you?" Stella asked softly. "You hardly said a word the whole ride here. Jon didn't even want to give me a hug in case you thought he was making a move on me!" Pucky snorted and took his hands out of his pockets, wrapping Stella in a bear hug. "Are you ok?" 

"Yeah," Pucky said after a moment. "But today was...weird, wasn't it?" Stella nodded into Pucky's chest. "I mean, it wasn't just me, right? Deac and Mark were..." Pucky trailed off, not sure what he meant to say. 

"Mmm, they both seemed on edge about something," Stella agreed. "Do you think they were having a fight about something when we got there?" Pucky shook his head firmly. 

"Nah, those guys don't fight," Pucky mused. "And they didn't seem tense towards each other either." 

"I didn't get the feeling they were mad at us though," Stella said sleepily. "More like...I don't know, it was like we interrupted something." Pucky nodded silently. He frowned in thought for a few more seconds, and then squeezed Stella gently. 

"Come on," he said quietly into her hair. "It's late." Stella stepped back from the embrace and nodded wearily. "Are you ok to drive?" Stella opened her mouth to say she was, when a yawn took over. Pucky grinned and gently pried the keys from her hand. "Come on, I'll drop you home and I'll bring the car round tomorrow, ok?" 

"Thanks Puck," Stella murmured as she dropped into the passenger seat. 

Puck drove through the dark streets silently as Stella dozed beside him. He pulled into her driveway slowly and cut the engine. As the engine ticked and cooled, Pucky sat back and looked at Stella. 

"Stell," Puck said, gently shaking the blonde girl into waking. "We're here baby." Stella sat up and looked around, the top of her jacket slipping down off her shoulder. Pucky was absentmindedly pulling her jacket back up onto her shoulder where it had fallen from, when it came to him. "Hey, I think I might know why Mark and Deac were so strange today." Stella perked up and raised her eyebrows. 

"Yeah? What's your theory?" Stella enquired. 

"Well, when we got there, they both looked kinda shocked. And when you asked Deac how he was, he looked spooked, y'know? And didn't say anything, just sorta...gaped." 

"Yeah," Stella nodded slowly. "He was a bit dazed." 

"And I just remembered now, when Mark talked to you, he was putting a tshirt on." Stella frowned and shrugged her shoulders. 

"So? They were in the pool, Puck." 

"Yeah, but when we got there, it must have been off, right? Maybe...maybe Mark and Deac has just..." Pucky bit his lower lip and frowned. 

"Just what?" Stella prompted. Pucky looked into her eyes intensely. 

"His back, Stell," Pucky said quietly. "Mark's back, the scars...I think maybe Deac had just seen them, that's why he was so...spaced out." 

"Jesus," Stella breathed. "You're right, that's totally it! I didn't even think about that, he's always got a tshirt on." They both sat in silence for a few moments. 

"They musta looked pretty bad," Pucky mused. "For Deac to be acting like that. Usually he's pretty calm about things. Not much fazes him." 

"Yeah, well not much fazes Mark either," she replied, "so those scars must be pretty bad for him to have hidden them like he has. Do you think he showed Deac, or he saw it by accident?" 

"Nah, not by accident, Mark's been way too careful about that," Pucky said. "And he saw the way Deac was acting." 

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed. "Plus the tension between them today was obvious. I wonder what brought it on?" Pucky made a face and sighed. 

"Let's forget about it," he suggested. "It doesn't matter whether we're right or not, it's none of our concern, really." Stella nodded solemnly. 

"You're right, none of our business," she agreed. Pucky leaned over and kissed Stella lightly. 

"Shall I walk madame to the door?" Pucky asked with mock bravado. Stella giggled and kissed him back. 

"No, because then you'll come inside and we'll never get any sleep!" 

"Oh yeah? Who're you hiding under the bed this time, then?" Pucky demanded in mock anger. Stella grinned and opened the car door. 

"Just bring my car back without any dead prostitutes in it, ok?" Stella wiggled her eyebrows and Puck laughed. Stella blew him a kiss and went to close the car door. Pucky stretched over and grabbed her arm. 

"Hey, Stell?" 

"Yeah?" Stella turned and looked down at him. 

"Love ya, girl," Pucky said softly with a gentle smile. Stella squeezed his hand and released it. 

"Back at you, Robin," she said and quickly slammed the door. Pucky narrowed his eyes and opened his door, poking his head out and pointing at his girlfriend menacingly as she ran up the driveway giggling. 

"Last time I say something nice to you!" Pucky hissed at her, a grin hanging about the edges of his mouth. Stella blew him a raspberry and disappeared behind the closing door. Pucky shook his head and reversed out of the driveway. "If she thinks I'm filling the car up before I bring it back, she's dreaming," Pucky muttered to himself, laughing ruefully as he pulled into an all night gas station. 

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Deacon looked up as the kitchen stairs creaked and a groggy faced Mark scuffed across the tiles. Mark yawned heartily and rubbed his eyes, flopping down in the nearest chair. Deacon grinned around a mouthful of milk and Cheerios, Batman of the Future flashing quietly on the screen in front of him. 

"Tired?" Deacon asked playfully. Mark scowled and scratched his head. 

"Fuck you," Mark said gruffly. Deacon laughed. 

"That was last night's game," Deacon replied flippantly. "You're old hat, man." Mark huffed a laugh and staggered over to sit beside Deacon on the sofa. 

"How do you have this much energy already?" Mark asked grumpily. "I mean, it's not like I did all the work last night. You have thighs of steel, my friend." Deacon blushed and choked a little on his cereal. Mark smirked and took the opportunity to lean across and snatch the spoon from Deacon's hand, using it to scoop the soggy cereal into his own mouth. 

"Hey!" Deacon protested with a cough. "Get your own!" Grinning, Mark swallowed and leaned over to press his lips briefly against Deacon's. Deacon smiled and rolled his eyes. "Ok, I forgive you." 

"Jeez, you're easy!" Mark laughed. Deacon snorted. 

"You've nailed me several times over, and we haven't even been on a date yet," Deacon said dryly. "I'd say that makes me as easy as you can get!" Mark laughed again, and then they both sat and watched the TV silently, sharing Deacon's bowl of cereal. After a few minutes, Deacon looked at Mark and bit his lower lip. Still watching the TV, Mark darted his eyes to the side and raised his eyebrows. 

"What?" 

"This is...easy," Deacon replied quietly. Mark turned and looked at his friend. 

"Yeah, it is," Mark agreed. "And?" 

"That's it," Deacon said, and looked back at the TV. Mark smiled and also turned back to the insipid cartoon, his hand finding Deacon's, their fingers linking together easily. As the credits flashed by on the TV screen, Mark pushed himself up off the couch, took the empty cereal bowl into the kitchen and placed it in the sink. He walked over to the patio doors and used the doorframe to stretch his back out. The sun was once again out in full force, and it was turning into a beautiful day. 

"We should do something today," Mark declared. Behind him, still sprawled on the sofa, his lover groaned. 

"We did something yesterday," Deacon whined. "Let's just go back to bed and...do something else." Mark looked over his shoulder and smirked at his friend. 

"How bout we go to the beach? It's gorgeous outside, and I bet the surf is great," Mark said, grinning as Deacon's mess of blonde hair popped up from the couch. 

"Yeah? Will you come in too?" Deacon asked hopefully. Mark screwed up his face and rolled his eyes. "Please?" Deacon pleaded, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Mark laughed and nodded reluctantly. 

"Okay," he agreed. "But you make me look like such a retard out there." Deacon got off the couch and trotted towards his bedroom. 

"Yeah, like you need any help looking like one," Deacon said, a huge grin spreading across his face as he dashed through the kitchen. Mark just laughed.

*********************************** 

Twenty minutes later the boys were standing on the warm, golden sand and looking out at the ocean, the sun shining relentlessly overhead. There was no wind, but the swells were easily five feet, and slow starters - perfect. Deacon stripped his shirt off and replaced it with a rash shirt, his lower body already clad in board shorts. He bent over to strap the ankle line of his board to his leg, and then heaved the board up under his arm. Grinning widely, he turned to Mark. 

"C'mon, you promised!" 

"I know," Mark replied. He sighed and bent to strap Deacon's spare board to his ankle. "You go ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes." Deacon looked at Mark sceptically. 

"You better be," Deacon said, before dashing off into the water, a huge grin on his face. Mark watched with squinted eyes as his friend crashed into the water, launching over waves on his board and paddling languidly out past the breakers. A warm smile spread over Mark's face as he admired his lover's graceful, sinewy movements in the water. A small frown of concentration marked Deacon's face as he appraised the waves coming towards him, dismissing each one as he waited for the perfect ride. Deacon leaned forward on his board as he eyed a fast moving swell moving in to the shore. Making a split decision, he swung the board around and lay down on it, facing away from the approaching wave. Deacon started kicking and plowing through the water furiously, using all of the power behind his toned arms to keep in front of the swell. Mark watched from the shore as Deacon's back and shoulder muscles rippled in effort. He didn't think Deacon was going to make it, that the wave was going to pass him before the swell broke. But like a long distance runner garnering that last bit of strength for the final sprint, Deacon produced a last burst of energy and surged forward. 

The swell crested as Deacon leapt to his feet on the board, his body tense in a low crouch. The lip of the wave continued to heave forward, and Deacon straightened up slightly, riding the barrel of the wave as it crashed down in his wake. Mark shook his head in amazement as, a minute later, Deacon curbed his board into the wave and dove under. A few seconds later, Deacon's head popped up from behind the dying wave, a huge grin of triumph on his face. Mark had seen this scene countless times, but today it was different. Now he could appreciate not just the athleticism and skill of his friend, but also his agile body, his straining muscles, the way his wet hair hung over his face, and the way he flicked it back, a movement so uncontrived but so very sexy. Mark's smile widened as he felt the thoughts go straight to his groin. He picked up the board and slowly made his way down to the water, laughing as Deacon beckoned him in urgently. 

"This was a great idea," Deacon shouted over the waves. "It's awesome out here." Deacon turned his board around and started to paddle back out. "Come on!" Mark sighed and struggled through the waves, catching some pathetically small breakers, spending most of his time watching in awe as Deacon displayed the mastery of his sport. After toppling off the board before even catching the wave he was aiming for, Mark wearily made his way back out towards Deacon. 

"Get out here so we can work on your technique," Deacon called out. Mark gasped as a wave dumped him, and glared playfully at his friend, who was effortlessly straddling his board as it crested each swell. 

"I don't have any technique," Mark replied. "You just like to torture me." Deacon laughed loudly as Mark misjudged a wave and came up spluttering and disorientated. 

"Hey," Deacon said as Mark finally reached him, panting. "I can't help it if you're so easy to torment." Mark manoeuvred himself onto his board and grinned at Deacon. 

"Yeah, well just remember," Mark said menacingly, "that payback is a bitch." Deacon raised his eyebrows. 

"Is that a threat?" 

"That's a promise, my friend." Looking around to see if anyone could see them, Mark leaned over and quickly kissed Deacon, only to lose his balance on the board moments later and topple off into the water with a surprised 'Whoah!' When Mark resurfaced, coughing and disgruntled, he glowered at Deacon who was shaking silently with laughter, holding his sides, tears streaming down his face. Mark grabbed Deacon's foot and pulled roughly, causing him to lose his balance and tumble into the water as well, a comic look of shock on his face. Deacon rose to the surface and frowned at his friend. 

"You're a dick," Deacon said simply. 

"What?" Mark asked in indignation. "You started it." Deacon's lip curled into a smirk. 

"I mean, you're a dick for dragging me out here," Deacon explained. "I wanted us to stay home and...y'know." Deacon wiggled his eyebrows. "But no, you said we had to do something. So we're out here, and now you decide that you liked my idea better." Mark grinned and ran his hand up Deacon's thigh under the water. 

"So what if I do," Mark said playfully. "There's hardly anyone out here." Deacon snorted. 

"Slight problem of mechanics, man," Deacon replied. "Have you ever tried to fuck someone on a surfboard while its in the water?" Mark's hand continued up Deacon's thigh and up the leg of his shorts. 

"No, but what's the harm in trying?" Mark bargained. He moved even closer to Deacon and used his other hand to try and push his lover's shorts down. Deacon's eyes widened when he realised Mark was serious, and he pushed Mark away fiercely. 

"Are you fucking nuts?" Deacon hissed at Mark's bewildered face. "What if someone sees us?" 

"Settle down, man," Mark said gently. "I was just playing." Deacon pushed his wet hair off his forehead and smiled gingerly. 

"Sorry," he said quietly, hoisting himself back onto his board. "I guess I'm still a bit more on edge about this whole thing than I thought I was." Mark draped his arms across his board and nodded. 

"Yeah, me too actually," Mark agreed. "It's fine when we're alone, but when I see someone else, even a total stranger, I get all..." He trailed off with a shrug. The boys floated on their boards in silence, both consumed in their own guilt and confusion. Deacon shook himself out of it and looked at his watch. 

"Look," Deacon started. "It's one o'clock now. How about we go to Harbour and get some lunch, then just hang out?" It sounded like a simple enough proposition, but Deacon had an underlying motive. He had been more than a bit worried yesterday that what had transpired between him and Mark was obvious to everyone. Even more concerning than that in his mind was the idea that the two of them wouldn't be able to hang out as friends anymore, that they had crossed a line and couldn't be friends and lovers. 

Although he had loved the sex and wanted it to go on as long as possible, Deacon needed to know that if or when the physical part of their relationship ended, the connection they shared as friends hadn't been destroyed in the process. Mark nodded slowly at the suggestion, but pointed his finger threateningly at Deacon. 

"Okay," Mark replied. "But if you trick me into eating anchovies again, so help me God, I'll rip your eyeballs out and use them as golf balls!" Deacon rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smirk. 

"I keep telling you, that was a completely innocent mistake," Deacon said. Mark shook his head and grinned. 

"I'm not getting into this argument again! Come on, I hear a pizza calling me in the distance," Mark said, and he turned towards the shore and started paddling lazily. Deacon smiled and followed him in. 

*********************************** 

The two friends spent the rest of the day hanging around the beach, swimming and lazing about until early evening. Any doubts that Deacon had had about their relationship that morning were long gone. At first, it had been awkward; every time he had looked at Mark, Deacon couldn't help but think of what they had done together. But however intense and memorable it had been, their physical relationship had not even been alive for a week. Their friendship, on the other hand, had been through almost seventeen years of changes, fights and hardship, and the trusting connection they had forged over the years presided over any other thoughts they were having. 

As the day wore on, the two boys had unconsciously slipped back into their easy friendship. It did seem to Mark, however, that another dimension had been added to their relationship. What they had started together couldn't and wouldn't be completely forgotten by either of them, no matter what the situation, and it had furtively permeated into their body language and conversation. Nothing that anyone else would be able to put their finger on, but their easy conversation and laughter had evolved into something even more formidable. Mark wasn't sure if it had been the addition of sex, or the confessions they had shared over the past few days - he thought maybe it was a combination of the two. 

When the air had started to cool down, and the crowds were packing up on the beach, the boys had headed home. They had picked up burgers on the drive home, and now lay on their backs on the patio, a lighter and an old breathmint tin full of marijuana sitting between them. A gentle breeze danced across the water in the pool, the light of the moon catching on the ripples and making the tiny waves sparkle like gems. 

Deacon gazed up at the clear night sky and marvelled at the stars above them. Mark sat up slowly, and picked up the breathmint box. Balancing the tin on his knee, he used the bright moonlight to roll a joint. When he was happy with his work, he twisted one end and lit it. The paper caught the flame, and a dense bluish smoke drifted up towards the stars. Mark took a long drag of the joint, and held the smoke in his lungs as he passed the joint to Deacon. Deacon absentmindedly accepted it, and let it smoke away in his fingers. Eventually, he spoke. 

"I am, I think," Deacon said. Mark let out the smoke in his lungs with a cough, and looked down at the blonde beside him. 

"You are what?" Mark asked. Deacon took a few small puffs of the weed and held it. As he exhaled, Mark was sure there was a sigh caught up in it somewhere. 

"A fag," Deacon replied sadly. "I think I am one. I got fucked and I loved it, and..." 

"And what?" 

"I liked...blowing you," Deacon confessed. "Not just because you enjoyed it, but actually doing it, I really liked it." Mark shrugged and lay back down beside Deacon, who passed the joint to him. 

"So? I liked it too," Mark said simply, and took another drag from the joint. Deacon looked sharply at Mark. 

"You did? I mean, you liked...sucking me off?" Deacon asked warily. Mark made a face and nodded as he let smoke drift from his nose. 

"Yeah," he answered after a pause. "I liked sucking your dick. So what? Whose business is that except ours?" Mark laughed at his haughtiness. "Besides, it's not like you want to blow every guy you see on the street. Just me, right?" Mark asked with a grin. Deacon laughed and accepted the joint back from Mark. 




No Regrets Ch. 04



"I suppose it's only you, but I have no intention of finding out otherwise," Deacon replied with a giggle. 

"And it hasn't changed how we are with each other, right?" Mark asked. "Maybe I'm wrong here, but us having sex hasn't messed with our friendship. I mean, we can still joke around and hang out and everything." Deacon nodded and put the joint to his lips. Mark shrugged. "I think this is a pretty unique situation, and calling yourself gay or straight doesn't change anything about us. Don't beat yourself up about it," Mark said, turning his head to look at Deacon, who nodded with his eyes closed and held the diminishing roach toward Mark. 

Mark took it and inhaled the last hit. He sat up and stubbed the ashes out in the tin, then lay down again. They lay in silence, Deacon with his eyes closed and Mark staring up at the stars. 

"I'm sorry about how I acted earlier, at the beach," Deacon said suddenly. "Freaking out at you in the water like that. It wasn't you, I just..." Deacon shrugged. 

"It's okay," Mark replied quietly. Mark propped himself on one elbow and looked down at Deacon. Deacon smiled drowsily at the face above him and closed his eyes. Mark sniggered and put his free hand on Deacon's chest. "Have I ever told you before that weed makes me really horny?" Deacon opened one eye and peered up at his friend. 

"No," Deacon said slowly. "You have not shared that little factoid." Mark raised his eyebrows, and Deacon laughed. Mark smiled widely, and lowered his mouth to Deacon's. The kiss started out gentle and lazy, but quickly bloomed into a battle of tongues and lips. Deacon placed one hand on the back on Mark's neck and the other on his lower back, and pulled Mark's body on top of his own. 

Mark broke away from the kiss and moved his mouth to Deacon's neck and collarbone. Mark impatiently grasped the hem of Deacon's t-shirt and tugged it over his friend's head, his mouth returning promptly to attack Deacon's nipples with his tongue. Deacon groaned in pleasure at Mark's actions on his chest while his hands roamed around the blonde boy's body. Mark kissed his way down Deacon's heaving chest and across his clenching stomach until he came to Deacon's pants. 

Mark moved back up to Deacon's face and kissed him deeply while he deftly popped the buttons on Deacon's pants with one hand. Mark broke the kiss and scooted down to Deacon's feet. Grinning impishly at his panting lover, Mark grabbed the bottom of Deacon's pants and tugged them. Deacon lifted his hips off the ground and Mark slid the pants off, casting them off to one side. Mark raised his eyebrows in surprise at Deacon's lack of underwear, his exposed cock already standing at full attention. Deacon shrugged, a blush rising high on his cheeks. 

"Hey, one less layer for me to bother with, right?" Mark said with a grin, and then lowered his head to Deacon's crotch, swiftly taking most of Deacon's cock into his mouth. Deacon gasped and clenched a fistful of Mark's hair tightly. He writhed and grunted as Mark bathed Deacon's dick with his tongue, alternately applying heavy suction, and swirling his lips and tongue around the shaft. 

Taking a deep breath, Mark slowly lowered his mouth over Deacon's entire shaft, his lips stretched to the limit as he strived to reach the base. With still a few inches to go, Mark felt a spasm from his gag reflex and clenched his fists in frustration. With the accidental exception of their first night together, as much as he tried, Mark simply couldn't get the last few inches of Deacon's cock in his mouth. Creating a firm suction with his lips, Mark slowly dragged his mouth up Deacon's penis, letting the head fall from his mouth with a quiet plop. Mark looked up at Deacon's face and their eyes met. 

"This time," Mark promised with a tight grin. "I'm gonna get it all this time." Deacon shook his head wordlessly, his body quivering and glistening with sweat. Mark exhaled deeply and placed his arms on either side of Deacon's hips, propping himself like he was preparing to do a press-up. Once again, Mark lowered his mouth onto the throbbing member in front of him. And again, he felt his gag reflex kick in too soon. Breathing in through his nose, Mark forced himself forward and felt tears springing to his eyes as he gagged. 

An idea popped into his head, and Mark closed his eyes, exhaling deeply through his nose. Pushing his head forward until he felt the head of Deacon's cock against the back of this throat, Mark swallowed heavily. He made a guttural cry of triumph in his throat as the head disappeared down his throat and the last few inches of Deacon's shaft slid into his mouth. At the same time, Deacon cried out in pleasure from the sensations of Mark swallowing and the noise from Mark's throat vibrating against his engorged dick. Mark swallowed a few more times to get used to the feeling, then pulled slowly back as he felt Deacon's balls draw up. Mark bobbed up and down on his lover's dick a few times, until Deacon let out a strangled moan. Mark wrapped his hand around the base of Deacon's cock and pumped it quickly as he felt several stringy ropes of cum coat the inside of his mouth. Deacon's straining body went limp after his release, and he lay breathing heavily as Mark sucked his dick clean. Mark let Deacon's deflating penis drop from his mouth, and he pulled himself up until his face was over Deacon's. 

"Told ya," Mark said with a smug grin. Deacon opened his eyes and smiled back, his chest still heaving for breath. 

"That..." Deacon swallowed and shook his head. "That was...incredible." 

"Yes it was," Mark agreed, leaning down to drop a light kiss on Deacon's heaving chest. Mark moved his lips lightly across Deacon's chest, flicking his lover's nipples with his tongue. Deacon shivered and let his hand stroke the back of Mark's neck lazily. Deacon craned his head down to look at Mark, who was moving his mouth leisurely across Deacon's hard stomach. 

"I'm suddenly very aware that you're fully clothed," Deacon said. Mark laughed. 

"Hey, I don't think there's anything wrong with what you're wearing right now." 

"Well if you like it so much, maybe you should get into a matching set!" Deacon sat up and shoved Mark off him. Deacon began kissing Mark roughly, his hands yanking Mark's zipper down and freeing his lover's straining cock. Mark propped himself up on his arms as Deacon manoeuvred Mark's pants and boxers past his ass and off his legs. Deacon launched forward and restarted the furious kiss, his fingers fumbling to undo the buttons of Mark's shirt. Mark moaned into Deacon's mouth and grabbed a handful of Deacon's hair in his fist. The last of the buttons undone, Deacon pushed Mark's shirt off his shoulders and pulled Mark towards him. Mark lay down on the patio and Deacon came with him, their kiss raging passionately. 

Deacon broke the kiss and sat up, moving himself so he was straddling Mark's waist. Deacon explored Mark's chest with one hand, and used the other to reach behind him and stroke Mark's throbbing cock, eliciting a deep moan from Mark. 

"Oh God....how do you do that?" 

"It's called a hand," Deacon replied with a smirk on his face. "I'm sure you're all too familiar with yours." 

"No...no...I mean...how can you just...oh God..." Mark arched his back and dug his fingers into Deacon's thighs, breathing heavily as Deacon squeezed the base of Mark's dick. 

"Your communication skills need some work, you know that?" Still stroking Mark's cock slowly, Deacon leaned over and rummaged through the pockets of his discarded jeans. He pulled a small tube from the back pocket and grinned. Mark let out a breathless laugh and shook his head in amazement. 

"You're...you're keeping that...ahh...with you now?" Mark gasped. 

"Hey, you never know," Deacon replied, making Mark groan as he squeezed his cock again. Deacon removed his hand from the throbbing shaft and flipped the cap of the tube off. He squirted some of the lube onto his hand and thoroughly coated Mark's cock and his own asshole. Tossing the tube aside, Deacon reached behind him and grasped Mark's cock, holding it completely upright. Rising up on his haunches, Deacon positioned his ass over Mark's dick and slowly lowered himself onto the head. 

Deacon and Mark moaned in unison as Deacon's hole stretched to allow Mark's cock in. Panting heavily, Deacon grasped Mark by the shoulders and looking straight into Mark's eyes, Deacon began to sink down onto Mark's cock, letting out a long breath as his ass came to rest on Mark's hips. Deacon sat for a few moments to get used to the fullness in his bowels, then starting lifting himself back and forth, up and down Mark's dick using his legs, pushing Mark's thick cock in and out of his ass, all the while never taking his eyes off Mark's. 

"Fuck...you are...so amazing," Mark grunted, grasping Deacon's hips and thrusting upwards each time Deacon sank down onto his pole. Gripping Mark's shoulders, Deacon continued to lift himself up and down on Mark steadily, but Mark could see Deacon's thighs quivering and the sweat forming on his chest. Mark pulled Deacon's face towards his by his neck and kissed the blonde boy savagely. He wrapped his arms around Deacon's back and rolled them both over so Deacon was underneath him. Mark ignored Deacon's moan of protest as he withdrew his cock from his lover's hole, and took Deacon's legs up onto his shoulders. 

Repositioning himself, Mark dug his fingers into Deacon's thighs and thrust his entire length back into Deacon's ass in one movement. Deacon let out a cry of pleasure and clawed at Mark's shoulders, drawing him down for a long, wet kiss. Mark drew his cock out of Deacon's ass until just the tip remained, then thrust back in deeply. Deacon jerked his head away from their kiss and gasped as the movement scraped across his prostate, his breath coming out in short bursts as Mark continued to push in and out of him slowly and forcibly. 

"Uuggh...ohh shit...faster," Deacon moaned. "Please, man...faster...uugh...harder..." A jolt shot through Mark's cock as he heard his best friend asking to be fucked harder, and he started thrusting rapidly, putting all his energy into pounding Deacon's hole. Deacon was shaking his head from side to side, moaning and panting, his hands clutching at Mark's broad shoulders and taut arms, his cock throbbing and leaking precum profusely. 

"Pl...please, Mark, I-I...ohhh God, fuck fuck fuck," Deacon moaned incoherently. Mark grinned through his lust. 

"Your communication skills need some work, you know that?" Deacon's only response was a low, throaty growl as he grabbed one of Mark's hands and yanked it into his groin. Mark laughed breathlessly, and firmly gripped Deacon's aching penis. Deacon let out a long unintelligible groan, his arms falling to his sides and laying there, his entire being completely absorbed in the pleasure coursing through his body as Mark simultaneously stroked his cock and pounded away at his raw asshole, his lover's thick cock brushing past Deacon's sensitive prostate with every thrust. 

Mark felt his head swimming at the ecstasy thrumming through his veins, every part of him was tingling and screaming out in elation. Mark looked down at Deacon, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth parted seductively, his perfect body glistening with sweat. Mark slowed his thrusts slightly and tilted forward, his strokes pushing against the button deep inside Deacon, causing his lover to howl in pleasure. 

"FUCK...stop...please...I can't...oh fuck, right there...k-keep going...UUUGHH..." Deacon arched his back and pushed his ass down hard on Mark's cock as he came violently, cum spewing over Mark's hand and spurting onto Deacon's stomach and chest. Mark inhaled sharply as Deacon's orgasm caused his ass to contract around Mark's swollen dick. Deacon's head fell back and he moaned loudly as his orgasm finally subsided. Mark pushed into Deacon one last time and released his load, groaning as his cum flooded Deacon's ass, such a torrent that it gushed back over Mark's cock and out of Deacon's hole. 

When the stars had cleared from his eyes, Mark gently withdrew his softening cock from Deacon's ass and flopped down beside him on the tiles. They were both panting heavily, inert and exhausted. After catching his breath, Mark leaned over and kissed Deacon's heaving shoulder. 

"I sure hope your neighbours are deep sleepers," Mark murmured into Deacon's ear. Deacon giggled quietly and turned his head to look at Mark, his eyes sparkling. 

"My...my legs are really sore," Deacon said. "I should stretch before I try that again." Mark laughed and draped an arm over Deacon's torso. 

"Well I hope you do try it again," Mark whispered into Deacon's ear. "Because that felt...unreal." Deacon nodded with a grin and sat up. A strange grimace passed over his face and he looked at Mark. 

"Hey, could you get me a towel or something?" Deacon asked quietly, a slight blush rising on his neck. "I'd get it but...I think I might...leak..." Mark laughed as Deacon's blush spread to his cheeks. 

"Yeah, hold on," Mark said as he stood up and headed towards the house. Deacon propped himself up on his arms and turned his head to stare at the perfect, naked body walking through the door. Deacon sighed happily and gazed up at the night sky, his body still tingling from the weed and his intense orgasm. Mark stopped in the doorway on his way back out and looked at his lover staring up at the stars. Mark felt a smile spread across his face, and he tossed the towel he was holding so it landed over Deacon's head. Deacon tugged it off and laughed. 

"Thanks," Deacon said as he stood up and cleaned the cum off his chest. Deacon glanced up at Mark, an embarrassed look on his face, and then wiped inbetween his legs and ass cheeks. Mark walked over to Deacon and put his arms around his waist. Deacon shook his hair off his forehead and smiled unreservedly up at Mark. He tossed the towel to one side and put one hand on Mark's hip, using the other to pull Mark's face to his by the scruff of his neck. He kissed Mark lightly and chuckled. "I sort of hate you for this, y'know." Mark swallowed heavily and lowered his eyes. 

"Yeah," Mark said softly. "I sort of hate me for this too." 

"What?" Deacon let go of Mark's neck and put his hand on Mark's chest. "Hey, I was kidding, I don't..." Mark swallowed again and nodded. 

"I know, but this is my fault," Mark said. He leaned his forehead against Deacon's and stared down at his feet. After a while, Mark sighed pulled his face back to look at his friend. "I...I tried so hard not to feel this way about you, I really did. But it just wouldn't go away. It's like...well, it's like I woke up off-centre from that accident. Like something got rattled around in my head, or something." Deacon snorted and rolled his eyes. 

"You're just using that as an excuse. If you got broken, then why am I doing this too?" Deacon asked. "What, you get to blame all this on your accident, and I just have to accept that I'm a pervert, huh?" 

"What? No, I meant..." Mark sighed and cupped Deacon's face in his hands. "I didn't mean broken, you dork. More like...maybe all I needed was a good whack on the head to shake this blindfold off." Mark kissed Deacon, hard and brief, and smiled at him. "It's like this was always there, underneath, and I just didn't know it." 

"And you wish it had stayed there, underneath?" Deacon asked quietly. Mark kissed his friend quickly again and shook his head vehemently. 

"No...God no, I wouldn't give up these last few days for anything. But you gotta admit, life would be a whole lot easier if this hadn't...emerged from the depths." 

"Yeah, I guess," Deacon agreed dubiously. "So you knew what you were feeling before this weekend? I mean, you knew what it was?" Mark shrugged and chuckled lightly. 

"I think my dick caught on pretty early, but my head was still playing dumb right up until I kissed you." 

"Well your dick is certainly the smarter of your two heads," Deacon teased, firmly wrapping his hand around the base of Mark's rapidly growing erection. "And the better looking one, too." Mark raised his eyebrows and looked down at his cock. 

"You think I have a good looking dick?" Mark asked, surprised. Deacon stared down, mesmerised by the feel of Mark's cock in his hand; hot, hard but silky, still coated with a light sheen of lube and cum. Deacon licked his bottom lip unconsciously and looked straight into Mark's eyes. 

"I think it's fucking beautiful," Deacon replied, his voice thick and hoarse with desire. He kissed Mark roughly and then sank to his knees. 

Deacon moved his hand up and down Mark's shaft and watched, fascinated, as the skin moved with his hand. Wrapping one hand around the base, Deacon moved his head forward and licked the knob, its slit leaking precum. Mark moaned and scrunched Deacon's hair in his fingers. Deacon wasted no time in bathing Mark's cock with his tongue, surprised but not repelled by the mixed taste of Mark's cum and what he could only assume was himself on Mark's shaft. After a few minutes, Deacon stopped and looked up at Mark. "How did you do that thing to me, before?" Mark swallowed a few times and looked down at his friend in confusion, pleasure coursing through his veins and fogging up his head. 

"Wh...what?" Mark asked, confused. 

"When you took...all of me, in your mouth, how did you do that?" 

"Just...wait till you feel it at the back of your mouth, then swallow," Mark answered, heat rising to his cheeks as he thought of what he had done. "Breathe through your nose and swallow." Deacon nodded like he was being told how to do a math equation and put his mouth back over Mark's painfully hard cock. Deacon sucked his way slowly as far as he could down his lover's dick, until he felt the head scraping the back of his throat. 

Deacon scooted forward on his knees and gripped Mark's tense thighs with both hands. He swallowed and panicked for a moment when he felt the tip of Mark's thick penis lodge in his throat. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths through his nose, and then swallowed again, letting his throat get used to the act. Deacon swallowed once more, feeling his nose nestle into Mark's pubic hair and his chin rest against Mark's balls. Deacon pulled back slowly and relaxed his throat to let Mark's cock slide out, then forced it back into his mouth, swallowing until he had deep-throated it again. Deacon repeated this action several times to get used to it, hardly aware of Mark groaning and swearing, his hands pulling at Deacon's hair. 

"Deac...ohh God, don't, I'm gonna...ughh fuck...UGHH," Mark clenched his teeth as an orgasm ripped through him, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to look at his best friend swallowing his seed. Deacon's eyes widened as Mark's cum jetted straight down his throat, and he swallowed rapidly to keep from gagging. Deacon carefully eased Mark's dick out of his mouth and stood up on shaky legs. Still breathing raggedly, Mark gripped the sides of Deacon's face and kissed him savagely, his tongue forcing its way past Deacon's lips, tasting himself in Deacon's mouth. Eventually he pulled back and smiled in amazement. "How do you do that, man, how do you do that?" 

"What? You keep saying that. How do I do what?" 

"Every time you touch me, everything you do, its like electricity," Mark explained, placing light kissed on Deacon's swollen lips. "Electricity, man." Mark continued to plant kissed all over Deacon's face and neck until he felt a hardness against his hip. "You...you didn't cum?" 

"Not to worry," Deacon said with a smile. "You've got all night to fix that." Mark grinned back at his friend, grabbed him by the hand and turned to walk into the house. "Whoa, hold on man." Deacon pulled away and quickly gathered up their discarded clothes and the towel. "Just in case someone comes round before we get up tomorrow," Deacon explained to Mark's puzzled face, and dumped the clothes into the pool hamper. 




No Regrets Ch. 04



He grabbed the lube from the patio and turned back to Mark with a wicked smile on his face. Deacon ran his hands down Mark's chest and raised an eyebrow. "Now, where were we?" Mark laughed and pulled Deacon into his arms, and they headed to Deacon's bedroom, both ignoring the chime of a cell phone in the kitchen. 

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Sarah sighed in frustration as Deacon's cell phone clicked over to voicemail. Marie looked up from her book and frowned. 

"Still no answer?" Marie asked. Sarah tossed her phone onto the desk and shook her head. 

"No, just voicemail again. Where the fuck are they?" Sarah asked Marie as she stared out the hostel window. 

"Probably drunk as skunks, passed out on the floor at Puck's place," Marie said, folding the page corner of her book over and putting on the bedside table. "He'll see the missed calls, Sarry, don't worry." Sarah sighed and forced a smile. 

"Yeah...." Sarah replied quietly. Marie chewed her lip in thought. 

"Look," Marie started. "It's only ten o'clock, we could still get dolled up and go out. We can skip our first seminar tomorrow morning, get brunch at Moxies?" Sarah lowered her eyes and shrugged. "Come on..." Marie wheedled. "Butterscotch schnapps tonight, buttermilk pancakes tomorrow? Wear that silver top and see how many drinks you can score us!" 

"Okay, but only if you wear the matching red one," Sarah replied with a laugh. 

"Deal! Let's get a move on," Marie said as she took his glasses off and tugged her hair out of its ponytail. Sarah laughed again and rummaged through her suitcase to find the revealing tops, a part of her mind still wondering why her loving boyfriend hadn't phoned her or answered her calls in two days... 

To be continued...



No Regrets Ch. 04



CHAPTER 4 -- Tommy's Story -- Missing in Action

The next month was agony for Tommy. He counted every day until the month was up. Keeping an eye on the army base he would take note of any units coming or going in the hope that Ryan may have come back early.

Tommy began to worry when the month passed with no sign of him. On his way to work he would make a detour, passing by the base, hoping for a glimpse or any sign of his lover. One month turned into two, then three. Tommy was beside himself, beginning to fear the worst. Eventually he asked other GI's about Ryan but no body seemed to know. Some did point him to the base commander who might, so he set out to find him. It was in the village tavern that he discovered him drinking a pint of ale.

"Are you Commander Arkwright?" Tommy gingerly asked the stout man.

"Yes I am," He replied.

"I was told you might know the where about's of Sergeant Ryan Monroe?"

"Monroe? Hmm, can't recall the name, what division?"

"Er, fourth airborne I think."

The commanders face became serious, "I'm afraid that unit has disappeared, they're down as missing in action " the commander said softly.

Tommy's stomach turned, did that mean dead?

"What's your interest in him?" the commander probed.

Tommy felt nervous, "Oh, er," he had to think of a reason fast, "he-he hasn't paid his tab at the grocers."

"Grocers eh?" the commander studied the young man with suspicious eyes. Tommy felt sure the man didn't believe him but many GI's did get fruit from the grocers, especially as Mr Rogers ran a black market for it.

"I'm sorry I can't be of further help," The Commander finally said and turned back to his pint of ale.

Tommy quickly made his exit from the tavern, he was devastated, what could have happened to Ryan? He made his way to the Village hall and sat on the back steps where they had first met and where he had waited every night for the last three months. He couldn't stop the flood of tears.

Every day from then on Tommy went about his business as usual. No one suspecting how heart broken he was. Night time was different though, he would sit on the rear steps to the Village hall hoping for Ryan to come round the corner, but he never did. Without fail he sat there willing to hear the sound of a jeep pull up. Eventually he would head home and cry himself to sleep.

When the weather became warmer he would head up to the abandoned cottage to remember the last time they made love. He would lie there naked, recalling every detail of their love making and eventually bringing himself off.

Tommy lost track how long he had been like this, months he knew but maybe more than a year? He wasn't sure.

One day while stocking the shelves in the grocers a woman burst into the store.

"It's over!" She said panting, she had obviously been running.

"What's over?" Mr Rogers asked.

"The war, the Germans have surrendered!"

Mr Rogers eyes widened as she ran off, "Tommy, take the rest of the day off, I'm locking up."

Tommy's confusion was obvious, "this calls for a celebration," Mr Rogers explained.

Walking home Tommy saw people celebrating in their homes, in the bars and on the street. He could see all the jollity but had no desire to join in. The war may be over, but to him it was meaningless without his Ryan.

Tommy had all but resigned himself to the idea that Ryan was dead. If he was still alive, someone surely would have heard something by now. He felt it was time to move on, it was an end of an era and the start of a new England. He needed to be a part of it and not gloat on the past. True he had a secret that excluded him from being accepted into society, but he was slowly learning to live with it.

He decided to visit the abandoned cottage one last time to lay his love to rest, his last tribute to a great, beautiful man. He laid out a blanket on the old bed and stripped off, picked up a bottle of bourbon he had bought from a GI and took several swigs. The alcohol numbed his pain and it reminded him of the last time they had spent on this very bed together.

The moon was bright giving a silver sheen to his soft skin. He closed his eyes and caressed his body, imagining Ryan's calloused hands stroking him. He held up his erection and desperately tried to remember the sensation of Ryan's mouth slipping down it. Pulling his legs up he fingered himself wishing it was Ryan's tongue.

"Oh Ryan, please fuck me," he whispered as he would have done if Ryan had been there.

"I knew you were queer."

Tommy's eyes shot open and in an instant grabbed the blanket to cover himself. Before him stood Bobby Jones. He had a contemptuous grin on his face. Tommy froze not knowing what to do or say.

Bobby grabbed hold of Tommy's hair and wrenched him off the bed. Tommy screamed as roots tore from his scalp. He grabbed Bobby's arm in an unsuccessful bid to get him to stop.

"Looks like I got me a lil' fuck buddy," Bobby grinned as he unbuckled his belt.

Tommy's eyes grew wide, "No, please don't," he begged.

Bobby's trousers slithered down to his ankles and his massive cock sprang up. The stench of stale piss and body odour hit Tommy's nostrils, turning his stomach.

Bobby pulled Tommy towards his cock, "suck it," he demanded.

Tommy closed his eyes and put his hands on Bobby's thighs to keep away from the foul smelling cock. Crying now, tears streamed down his face, he pleaded, "Please don't."

Bobby was strong however and despite Tommy's efforts to keep away his mouth soon touched the nine inch monster looming before him.

"Suck it!" Bobby commanded, his voice sounding impatient.

Tommy kept his mouth shut tight so he now had to breathe through his nose. His heavy sobbing was making that difficult and his tears were now mixing with the snot being forced from his nostrils. Bobby swiped Tommy hard across the face causing him to scream and open his mouth.

Bobby took his opportunity and rammed his cock inside. Tommy was taken by surprise and instantly gagged as it hit the back of his throat.

"Ooh, that feel real nice, I'm gonna love having you as me fuck boy."

Tommy couldn't breathe, he started to thrash out at Bobby as his lungs began to scream for air. Bobby pulled his cock out and Tommy managed to gasp a huge lung full just before Bobby rammed his cock back in. He was now fucking Tommy's mouth hard, the poor boy choking on each deep thrust and gasping for air on each out stroke. Bobby began to tremble and quickly pulled Tommy off giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"Oh no, I ain't gonna shoot yet," he said, his voice slightly trembling. "Your mouth is real nice but I want a piece of that ass, it looked real pretty just now."

"Noooo, please!" Tommy begged and started to struggle.

Bobby effortlessly picked Tommy up by his hair. He screamed with the pain hanging on to Bobby's arm in an effort to lessen it, his feet dangling in the air. Bobby then flung Tommy on the bed and held him down on his front, his cock probing the terrified boy's ass.

"No please don't, pleeeeasssee!" Tommy cried in vain.

Bobby pushed hard and with no lubricant flesh teared, Tommy screamed with the pain. Bobby was merciless as he rammed his cock deep into Tommy, the pain was unbearable.

"Oh yes!" Bobby grunted, "You gonna be a real good fuck buddy, your ass is real tight."

Tommy wasn't listening, he was trying to focus his mind away from the pain. He tried to conjure images of his mother, of Ryan, but it wasn't easy. He could feel something trickling down his legs and he feared the worst. Pretty soon Bobby tensed up and delivered his load deep into Tommy, collapsing on top of him, Tommy could smell the stench of his breath.

"You're a real good fuck Tommy boy, can't wait to do this again," he said getting up. His cock left Tommy's ass with a loud plop. "Be here tomorrow night, if you don't I'll come and find you, and if you tell anyone I'll tell everyone you been fuckin' with the GI's." He pulled up his trousers and promptly left.

Tommy just lay there, unable to move, sobbing into the blanket. His life couldn't have gotten any lower, the only two people he ever loved were dead. What was there left to live for? He slowly got up off the bed and cried out from the pain in his rectum. He put his hand back and could feel wetness. He sobbed when he looked at his fingers, they were stained with blood.

As Tommy picked up his clothes he found a length of electrical cable on the floor. He picked it up and considered using to hang himself. Scanning the room he saw an old wooden chair in the corner. After a couple of minutes he had made a noose from the wire and hung it from a beam that was exposed where the ceiling plaster had broken away.

Tommy stood on the chair in silence looking at the noose dangling in front of his face. There was no turning back once he put his head through it. Everything that was dear to him had gone and now he had been ruined by that monster, he was damned if he was gonna let him have his way again. Tears flowed and the sobbing returned as he placed his head through the noose. His sobs increased. Once he stepped off that chair it would all be over.

He willed himself to make that step off but couldn't. As much as he wanted all this misery to end he didn't really want to die. Maybe if he just left, went to London. They were going to need help there, rebuilding much of the city. Yes that's what he would do.

As he attempted to pull the noose from around his neck his weight shifted causing the chair to topple and flip away. Suddenly he was caught by the noose and it instantly tightened round his neck. He tried to scream but it was cutting off his airway. Panicking he reached for the beam but all he managed to to was scratch at it.

The room started to spin, blackness slowly closed in as his brain was starved of oxygen. He could hear his name being called but by now he was hallucinating, seeing images of his mother, of Ryan, of his life rushing past. His penis became fully erect and he involuntary ejaculated. A peaceful euphoria washed over him and all the pain and hurt just floated away. He was vaguely aware of a dark shadow moving in front of him before the blackness finally took him over.



No Regrets Ch. 04



Saturday morning was a complete wash out. Mom had made plans to shop with Aunt Ann and had left at ten. Dad, who had gone out earlier for a round of golf, returned a little after ten when his round was cancelled. 

I was in the kitchen when he came in having only just finished my breakfast. He sat at the table and poured himself a coffee. We chatted about college and his work all the usual stuff. But that went out the window when he said. 

'You know you could have knocked me down with a feather when I saw your mother the other night. Has she always done it, asked you if she was putting on weight like that?'

In a flash I saw this could be the answer to my problem. 'Actually, it's only been during the last week.' I replied.

'The last week?' He asked.

Deep breath. 'You know when we spent the night up on the hill?'

'The Friday I was away golfing.'

'Right but I don't think we told you why we were up there. The fact is I'd made an ass of myself and couldn't face mom, so I'd gone up there to hide.'

'What had you done?'

'I'd asked mom if I could see her without her clothes on. As soon as I heard myself say it out loud, I realised what a complete twat I'd been and legged it.'

'Complete twat sounds about right.' 

'I know and I'm sorry. But anyway mom tracked me down to tell me not to worry about it. We sat up there talking and before we knew it, it was dark.'

'Which is when I called.'

'Yes. But the thing is we kind of opened up to each other. I told her about the stuff that was going on in my head and she more or less did the same.'

'How does that lead to last Monday night or when ever it was?'

'She told me she fantasises about being made to expose herself and about being a slave to someone who treats her harshly.'

'Jesus!' Dad said.

'Well one thing led to another and she ended up letting me see her in the nude and following on from that I told her she had to let me see her naked at least once a day.'

Dad was silent as he digested what I'd said. I didn't feel too bad as it was pretty close to the truth. After a few minutes he started to tell me about something which happen when he was at Uni.

At the time, he said, he was sharing a room off campus with a lad called James. Dad it seems had been going out with this girl, Jane for a few months, but hadn't got anywhere with her. He didn't put it quite like that but I knew what he meant. James on the other hand always seemed to have a new girl on his arm. He was always asking dad about Jane and often taunted him about not getting anywhere with her.

One evening dad and Jane were at the flat watching a video when James came back early. James wasted no time in introducing himself to Jane and then told her to stand up so he could see her properly. Jane did as he asked and even did a slow turn when he told her to. He then asked dad why he not fucked her yet. In his opinion she was 'begging for it.' Dad said Jane lowered her head but didn't speak; he just looked from her to James and accused him of being drunk. James assured him he wasn't and was willing to prove it; he also said that if he was right, he'd get to fuck her first. As soon as he'd said this he turned to Jane and told her to strip. Dad said he'd never seen anything like it. The girl he thought was too shy to be up for anything beyond snogging calmly removed everything she was wearing as he and James looked on. 

Dad said once she was naked, James was on her like a rash. He groped her all over before telling her to lie on dad's bed. Once she was stretched out he told her to open her legs to give them a good look at her cunt. James apparently taunted dad a little before pushing his trousers down and fucking her hard and fast. 

As soon as he'd finished he got up, turned to dad and told him it was his turn. Dad said something about not doing it with him there, whereupon James snapped at him to do as he was told. Apparently dad did do as he was told and proceeded to take his turn between Jane's legs.

'The thing is.' Dad said after he'd told me the tale. 'I've never forgotten that night, the way James took control first of Jane and then of me. As well I've never forgotten what it felt like to have sloppy seconds.' 

'Oh.' I said. He knew or at least suspect I'd had sex with mom last Monday evening.

'Listen I'm not angry with you or your mom, far from it.' He said.

'You're not?'

'No. Quite the opposite! I've thought about it a lot all week, apart from anything else I've never seen your mother quite as cheerful as she has been these last few days.'

I didn't say anything, unable to believe where the conversation was heading. 

'Am I right in thinking you've been acting out your mother's slave fantasies?'

I hung my head a little as I could only nod.

'Hey Paul, look at me.' I looked up to his face. 'Do I look angry?'

'You don't but you'll understand if I tell you I'm just a little confused.'

'That I can imagine. But here's something for you to think about. I've thought about that night in the flat, countless times over the years. Something occurred to me this week and the realisation actually made me feel a bit sorry for myself. In all my life, that incident is the only truly outrageous thing to ever happen to me.'

Dad stopped speaking at that point. When he didn't elaborate further it gave me chance to evaluate what he'd just told me. First off and most importantly he wasn't upset about me having sex with mom, quite the opposite in fact. Secondly he'd enjoyed watching James order Jane to strip before fucking her and lastly he seemed to have enjoyed being ordered to have sex with the girl.

'Dad, are you serious about what you're telling me?'

I watched as he put his down mug and start to get up from his chair. 'Paul I've never been more serious. But hey the rain's let up; fancy a run?'

Our run took us to the place it all started, the top of the hill which overlooks Cardigan Bay. When we stopped to catch our breath I noticed dad looked at the remains of the fire and the easily discernable bed of bracken where we'd slept. 

'I've forgotten how good the view is.' Dad said when he looked to the west and the sea.

'Yes, even when it's dull it's spectacular.' I replied but was a little distracted by the memories of the last time I was there. 

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes by which time we got our breath back and were ready to carry on. As we jogged along I again went over what dad had said in the kitchen. By the time we were home I'd decided what he'd told me in a round about way, was that he wanted to not only watch mom and me but also for me to 'make' him do stuff to her and probably not just the normal things. 

As we were eating a sandwich lunch, dad got a call from a golfing buddy and went out to meet him at a driving range. I got on with some studying which kept me busy until my mother got back about four. 

I shouted hello from my room when I heard her come in. She came up to my room and asked if she could use the loo as she needed to pee. I told her she could and smiled as she asked if I'd like to watch. For the first time, I declined. 

When she came back to my room I didn't look up form my book but told her to remove her clothes. I carried on reading for a minute or two after she'd stripped. When I eventually put the book down, I saw she was standing motionless beside my bed. Head slightly lowered, feet two feet apart, hands clasped behind her back. I took a few moments to look at her before telling her about the conversation I'd had with dad. When I'd finished I told her I planned to fuck her in front of him later before ordering him to fuck her as I watched. Suffice to say I didn't ask for her opinion or consent.

I pushed my shorts down and told her to suck me off whereupon she quickly knelt between my knees to 'Pleasure me with her mouth' as the phrase goes. A pleasure indeed and one I hope to never tire of. After she had swallowed my emission, I told her to put on what she considered her sluttiest top and shortest skirt. She was gone only a few moments and I have to say I was very pleased with her choice. The top was sheer enough to clearly see her boobs through and the skirt was one she normally wears for tennis. As she'd come into my room I'd even caught a glimpse of her pubes. 

'Does that top have any significance for you?' I asked.

'No it's something I've had for years; I've almost chucked it a few times.'

'That's good. I'll enjoy seeing dad's reaction when he sees you like that. He said he'd be back about six by the way.' 

My mother it seemed had complete confidence in me as she smiled before saying she would start on the dinner and left me to my studying, but try as I might I couldn't concentrate for some reason.



No Regrets Ch. 05



"The place is almost deserted," said Tracey. "I've only seen a couple of occupied sites."

Allan laughed, "It's Wednesday - middle of the week - most people come here on the week-end. This means we'll have the place pretty much to ourselves until Saturday."

"Huh-Oh, I saw a flash of lightning," said Susan. "We better find a spot and get setup or we'll be sleeping in the car."

"It's just down here at the far end. My Dad and I always use it. It has the proper size tent platform, an electrical outlet, and water....it's also more secluded, no close neighbors, and it has a little inlet from the lake where we can launch the boat," said Allan.

"Here we are," said Allan as he pulled in to site posted as number 142. "There's a public toilet with showers just over to the left by site 146 or 147, and there's a Porta-John just across the road from us. We'll leave the boat hooked up to the car tonight. We need to get the tent up, it's getting late."

Everyone fell to and started putting up the tent. It was a good size one, sleeping 4-6 people with a nine-foot center ridgepole and sides that were six feet high. Allan was familiar with it and quickly had everything in place and tied down. Within an hour they had the tent ready and everything unloaded from the car and boat. As Allan was carrying in the ice chest and putting it down, there was loud crack of thunder and the first rain drops began to fall. Allan lit the lantern and set it on the camp table in the center of the room.

"We're probably going need this in a few minutes," said Allan. "The power to these campsites has a habit of failing every time there's any weather." As if on cue, the light bulb hanging from the center pole of the tent blinked once, then again, and then went out. "There, what did I tell you," said Allan.

"This is more cozy anyway," said Tracey, "who ever heard of having electric lights when you camp out. We're suppose to be roughing it."

"Well I'm going to get my air mattress pumped up so I don't have to rough it too much," laughed Susan. "I draw the line at sleeping on hard ground."

After eating the sandwiches they had brought for the first night, they were sitting on the air mattresses in the dim light from the lantern, talking and watching the rain and lightning through the mosquito netting on the front entrance. Allan lit the small Coleman heater since it was little cool. Allan was sitting next to Susan and had his arm around her.....Tracey was on the other side of Susan turned slightly facing them. Susan turned facing Tracey and leaned back letting Allan cradle her in his arms against his lap.

"Hmmm....I'm glad we came," said Susan, raising up and giving Allan a quick kiss and then relaxing in his arms.

"So am I," said Allan. "I'm still a little surprised your mother said okay."

Tracey laughed, "It wasn't easy....you should have heard Susie's spiel. She made it sound like you were going off to the Foreign Legion instead of the university."

"Well it seems almost that bad," said Susan as she pulled Allan's head down to hers and kissed him deeply. Susan held his head close to her and whispered in his ear, "I feel that little fellow poking me in the back....he's getting stirred up.....shall we tell Tracey to take a walk in the rain?"

"We can't do that," Allan whispered back.

"Oh Allan, I think I love you....I'm sure I do," said Susan no longer whispering. "Do you remember what you told me about your fantasy? That your favorite one was one where you were out camping, and these two beautiful girls got stranded with you in bad weather. You've got two beautiful girls now. We're stranded in the rain......and, we want you."

"You mean you.....you and Tracey," stammered Allan. Allan glanced at Tracey and she smiled at him.

"Yes, both of us, we want to make your fantasy come true," said Susan. "I couldn't stand to share you with any one else, but I love Tracey, and I love you - some how, it just all seems right. I'm going to give you a fantasy that you can dream about when you're up there at school. This will be a camping trip you'll never forget."

Susan gently pushed Allan down on the air mattress and began to remove his clothes. In a few minutes all three were naked, with Allan lying between Susan and Tracey. Allan didn't know what to say, still dumfounded at his good luck, but his prick was as hard as a rock, sticking straight up in the air. Susan kissed him thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Tracey was fondling his prick and began to kiss it, running her tongue around the purple head and under the ridge of his crown.

Susan said, "Suck him Tracey, suck him hard." Tracey was turned so her cunt was near Allan's head. "Kiss her pussy, Allan. Tongue it the way you do mine."

Allan began to suck and tongue Tracey's pussy - she let out a low moan and pushed her pussy against his mouth. After a few minutes of this Tracey set up, and straddled Allan's head, giving him complete access to her pussy. As he tongued her, she massaged her tits and pulled at her nipples. Susan straddled Allan's prick and slowly guided it into her pussy as she lowered her ass onto him. Susan and Tracey were facing one another; Susan reached out and began to play with Tracey's tits, tweaking her nipples. Tracey leaned in to Susan and took Susan's tits in her hands as she kissed Susan, thrusting her tongue into Susan's mouth.

Allan began to thrust his hips upward driving his prick into Susan's pussy as she pumped her ass up and down on his rigid prick. They kept this pace going for several minutes, and then Tracey began to moan softly.

"Oh My God........that feels good.....that's it suck me....suck me hard.....Ohhhhh. I'm going to cum.......I'm going to cum....NOW....NOW.....ohhhhhhhhhh," Tracey moaned as she collapsed off Allan's face.

Susan immediately lay prone on Allan, pumping her pussy up and down on his prick as she hugged him and kissed him passionately. Allan began to thrust his prick even harder into Susan......she felt like she was riding a bucking horse....each buck driving his prick deep into her pussy. She could feel the tension beginning to build in her pussy and in her thighs.

"Oh Allan....now....now....fuck me as hard as you can.....as deep as you can......Oh Allan, I love you.....I love you....NOW.....NOW," yelled Susan as her body shuddered with the impact of her orgasm sweeping through her.

"Susie......Susie, I love you," moaned Allan. His prick spewed his cum deep into her throbbing pussy, his prick pumping shot after shot of cum into her pussy. He could feel her pussy squeezing his prick as her body shuddered from her orgasm.

"Oh Allan, I could feel you cum....feel you cum deep inside me. Oh Allan, I love you," said Susan softly. "I love to feel you cum.... your prick throbs and throbs - I know you're cumming."

All three lay together for a moment, catching their breath, then Tracey crawled between Susan's legs and spread them wide open exposing Susan's cum drenched pussy.

"I want to taste Allan's cum," said Tracey. She lowered her face to Susan's pussy and began to tongue it. Susan moaned softly as Tracey's tongue lapped at her pussy lips. As Tracey stuck her tongue into Susan's pussy spreading Susan's pussy lips, a large glob of Allan's cum and Susan's juices ran down her tongue into her mouth, almost choking her....some running out the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

Allan felt his prick immediately go stiff and hard at the sight of these two beautiful girls. At the sight of Tracey licking his cum out of her sister's pussy. Susan saw Allan's prick standing up hard and rigid as the tent pole -- she reached out and gently grasped it in her hand.

Stroking his prick, Susan said, "Stick this beautiful monster in her pussy, Allan. Fuck her good. You don't need a rubber...Tracey's on the pill too."

Allan knelt behind Tracey and rubbed the head of his prick on her cunt lips. He didn't need any lubrication, he was still covered with cum and pussy juices from Susan. He pushed his prick head between her pussy lips and slowly pushed his prick into her hot, moist pussy. Tracey gasped and moaned softly as he pushed his prick totally into the fantastically tight pussy. He began to stroke his prick in and out, feeling the suction of the tight pussy pull on his prick each time he withdrew, then plowing back in, feeling that same tightness opening up to accept his hot prick.

"My God," moaned Allan, "her pussy is as tight as a glove." Holding Tracey by the hips he began to ram his prick into her deep, then almost out, then all the way in until his balls slapped against her pussy. As he rammed his prick into her, he rocked Tracey forward pushing Tracey's mouth and tongue against Susan's pussy. They had a perfect rhythm going.

Susan pulled away from Tracey's tongue and turned herself around. Tracey was on her hands and knees with Allan fucking her doggie style. Susan lay on her back and slid under Tracey until her head was between Tracey's knees - her own pussy was below Tracey's head. Susan could look up and see Allan's prick sliding in and out of Tracey's cunt, coated with Tracey's pussy juices. Propping herself up on her elbows, Susan began to lick at Allan's prick and Tracey's clit as he pumped his prick into Tracey's pussy. Tracey lowered her face and began sucking Susan's clit, tonguing it furiously.

Susan pressed her mouth and lips against Tracey's pussy and Allan's prick. As he withdrew his prick from the depths of Tracey's pussy, it slid across her tongue and lips and then again as he drove his prick back into Tracey's cunt. Finding Tracey's swollen and engorged clitoris, with her tongue, Susan began to suck and tongue it as hard as she dared. She heard and felt the muffled moan as Tracey pressed her mouth tight against Susan's pussy. Tracey's moans caused her lips to vibrate against Susan's clit as she pressed her lips to it, arousing Susan even more.

Susan rubbed her fingers on Tracey's pussy, coating her fingers with Tracey's pussy juices, then sliding her arm over her head, she moved her hand pass Allan's balls, over his scrotum to his asshole. As he pumped his prick in Tracey's pussy, Susan began to work her middle finger into his asshole -- it was tight but when the first knuckle popped through, she pushed her whole finger into his ass, as deep as she could. She felt Allan pick up the pace of his thrusts, driving his prick into Tracey's pussy. Susan heard Tracey begin to moan, then to scream that she was coming. Susan felt her own orgasm sweep from her pussy throughout her body. Allan groaned and Susan felt his body tense as he drove his prick deep into Tracey and held it there. Susan pulled her finger from his asshole and cupped his balls, gently squeezing them. Susan had her lips on the base of his prick and she could feel it throb and pulse as the cum pumped into Tracey's pussy. As Allan withdrew his prick from Tracey's pussy, Susan licked at the cum soaked shaft as it came out, then it was out, and a gush of cum and pussy juice covered her face, triggering another spasm in her pussy, a soft easy orgasm. Taking Allan's prick in her mouth, Susan sucked the last drops of cum from it, licking him clean.

All three collapsed on the air mattress. Allan took Susan in his arms, and gently kissed her. Tracey snuggled up to Susan's other side and laid one arm across both Allan and Susan.

"Oh You Guys....I never knew it could be like that," gasped Tracey.

Susan laughed weakly, "I'm not sure I knew either....but I know I liked it," said Susan as she gently kissed Allan. "Lord, I'm discovering all sorts of things I like," gasped Susan as she tried to catch her breath.

"Susie..Susie, you're wonderful," whispered Allan. "I know we've only known each other a short time....but I love you.....I really love you."

"Oh Allan, I love you too," Susan whispered. "You're the only guy I want....that I've ever wanted."

Tracey did an attempt to hug both of them at once, "And I love both you guys. I'm glad you two got together....you were made for each other," said Tracey. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. I'll worry about cleaning up tomorrow, I'm going to bed," said Tracey wearily. Tracey leaned over and gave Allan a kiss on the lips and then kissed Susan. "Thanks sis, I love you...really love you," whispered Tracey.

Tracey went to the air mattress in the corner of the tent, got in her sleeping bag and partially zipped it up. "Nite, you guys," said Tracey in a weary voice.

Allan and Susan got in the large sleeping bag, but they didn't sleep. "You and Tracey really surprised me," said Allan. "It was a good surprise....I've never known anyone like you, Susie. Most of the sisters I knew in school hated each other's guts....they weren't like you and Tracey." Allan paused, "And tonight, most girls would have raised 'holy hell' if I had even kissed another girl, much less what we did."

Susan snuggled up to him and chuckled, "Yeah, Buster, you just 'look' at another girl and you'll find out how jealous I can get." Reaching down she took his prick in her hand, "I might even be tempted to bite this little fellow...not all the way off...just some serious damage." Susan reached lower and stroked and played with his balls, "If you love me and I love you, I consider these mine," she said as she cupped his balls in her hand trying to mimic a tough tone of voice.

Susan kissed him, gently probing his mouth with her tongue. As she broke the kiss she said, "Tracey is different....that's almost like a part of me....she enjoyed it...you enjoyed, and I love both of you. I can't see anything wrong with it when it makes all three of us happy." Susan gave him a quick kiss. "Now if you wanted Tracey instead of me, THAT would make me unhappy, but I don't believe you do. I believe you when you say you love me."

"God, Susie, I do love you. I don't know how I'm going to stand only seeing you one and maybe sometimes two weekends a month," said Allan. "I get lonely just thinking about it."

"Oh Allan," said Susan, and she kissed him passionately. Susan felt his prick beginning to get hard. "Huh-Oh, that little fellow is waking up again." Susan stroked him and in a few seconds he was as hard as the first time that night. "Oh Allan. I never get tired of wanting you....of wanting to feel your prick in me," said Susan as she rolled on top of him and slipped his hard, hot prick into her pussy. Susan just laid there atop Allan, feeling his prick in her. "Oh, don't move....let's just lay here with it in me as long as we can. It feels good." Susan could feel his prick twitch in her pussy every now and then. She tried to concentrate on squeezing his prick with her pussy muscles, not moving any other muscles except those in her stomach and thighs, as she tried to make them relax, then tense up around his prick.

They lay there kissing and whispering to one another, but not moving for what must have been 20-30 minutes or so. Susan felt the twitching of Allan's prick become more frequent and she felt the growing tension in her pussy and her legs. Allan said, "Oh Susie....Susie, I think I'm going to cum....I can't stop it!"

They had been lying so still, absolutely no movement except for their deep kisses, that Susan felt his prick begin to throb and pulse...she felt it trigger an orgasm that seem to start deep in her gut and radiate out through her pussy, around his prick. It was deeply satisfying, rising quickly up to a peak then descending slowly.

She could still feel Allan's prick throbbing in her pussy, slower and slower. "Oh Allan, we've never done that before....that was...was wonderful," whispered Susan. "Allan, I love you, just you. Hold me...hold me tight."

"I'll hold you, Susie....I'll always want to hold you...I love you," said Allan, as he rolled Susan over on her side, holding her to him so that his prick stayed in her pussy. They lay there quietly and in a few minutes both were asleep, not even the thunder could wake them.

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 05



Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback, I really appreciate it -- however, I write like a snail, so I'm pretty shocking with the updates, sorry : /

NB: Fictitious story with fictitious people and situations, always use protection, blah blah blah

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Deacon fastened the final button on his shirt and grabbed his name badge off the dresser, knocking over a picture frame with a sharp clatter. Biting his lip, Deacon glanced over at the bed and saw no movement. He checked himself in the mirror, attached the badge and crept towards the door, banged his knee on the edge of the bed and cursed softly. Grasping the door handle, Deacon winced as the tumbler squeaked in protest. 

"You're not very good at being sleuthy," a muffled voice remarked from behind him. Smiling, Deacon let go of the door and looked over to the bed, where Mark was still laying prone, his face buried in the pillows. 

"Sorry. It's early, I was trying not to wake you," Deacon explained. Mark raised his head from the pillow and squinted at the bedside clock. 

"Mmm...yeah," Mark mumbled. He rolled over on the bed and stretched. "Take a piss for me too, wouldja? I'll keep your side warm," he added with a sleepy grin. 

"Thanks, but I'm already dressed," Deacon said. Mark opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He saw the name badge on Deacon's work shirt and raised his eyebrows. 

"Well, I know it hasn't been three weeks already," Mark said slowly, "so unless this is some kind of weird sex role play thing, then I'm confused." Deacon laughed and walked over to the bed. 

"Sam called from work a little while ago," Deacon said. "The server went down yesterday, Hale has gone to Portland for a funeral and nobody there knows how to reboot the system except me. So, I'm going in for a bit to show them how." Deacon crouched down beside the bed and bit his lip. 

"Hmm. Shit," Mark replied, a small frown on his face. "What am I supposed to do with this then?" Mark asked, nodding to the tenting sheet at his crotch. Deacon looked across and chuckled when he saw Mark's morning glory. 

"Do what you did before we started this," Deacon said, making a loose fist with his hand and moving it up and down an invisible shaft. Deacon laughed at Mark's indignant face, and kissed him briefly. "Or save it for me, for later," Deacon added in a low voice, his eyes burning into Mark's. Mark swallowed with difficulty, his throat suddenly dry. "Yeah, you save it for me," Deacon grinned knowingly and nodded, the pair holding each other's gaze steadily. Mark rolled himself onto one elbow facing Deacon. "Save it for me. Just for me," Deacon murmured and leaned into Mark, their lips meeting softly. 

Deacon smiled into the kiss, pleasantly surprised at how naturally this new aspect of their relationship was merging with their friendship - although something at the back of his mind told him their easy intimacy with one another would be trouble later. A low moan rumbled out of Mark's throat as he felt Deacon's tongue at his lips. Mark parted his mouth and sucked Deacon's tongue inside, gripping his lover's shoulder as he savoured the taste of the warm, wet kiss. 

"Mmm," Deacon mumbled, moving his lips to taste Mark's jaw and neck before pulling back. "I said I'd be there by nine." 

"That's twenty minutes from now," Mark said, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on Deacon's shirt. The blonde boy grinned and closed his hand over Mark's. 

"One hour, I swear. I'll be back before you know it," Deacon said. He kissed Mark firmly and stood up, his hand still grasping Mark's. "Go back to sleep and have a nasty dream about me, and then I'll be back and we can do whatever it was that you dreamt about." Mark huffed a laugh and flopped back down on the bed. Deacon squeezed Mark's hand and let it go. He walked over to the door and glanced back at his lover. 

"Fuck off then," Mark said playfully. "And get some milk." Deacon smiled and nodded. He kissed his fingers and held his hand out in a wave to Mark, who rolled his eyes. But he was grinning as he put his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes. 

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"Thanks for coming in Deac," Sam, the acting manager said as he spotted Deacon come through the store front. "I know its your vacation, but..." Sam shrugged. 

"It's okay man, these things happen," Deacon replied with a friendly smile, noticing dark circles under Sam's eyes. "It's pretty easy, but only after you know how to do it." Sam laughed and led the way into the back of the store to the main computer terminal and pulled up an extra chair to the screen. "Where is everybody?" 

"Charly went home a half hour ago, and Scott...he's in the mall somewhere," Sam answered with a shrug. Deacon raised his eyebrows at Sam, who chuckled and shook his head. "Don't give me that look, man. It's a slow day, the boss is away." 

"You're too good to them," Deacon said as sat down next to Sam and started working on the problem, explaining each thing he did to Sam along the way. After a while, they had nothing to do but wait for the server to scan all the internal files. Sam let out a long breath and slouched back in his chair, his eyes closed. 

"Tired?" Deacon asked. Sam shrugged and nodded. 

"Long night. Family stuff," Sam replied curtly. He didn't elaborate, and Deacon knew he wouldn't, even if asked directly. 

Deacon stole a surreptitious glance at the guy sitting next to him. He had dark brown hair, though you could hardly tell, as he sported a shaved head. Both ears had earrings in them the size of quarters, the hollow middles creating gaping holes in his earlobes. Masses of dark tattoos could only just be seen through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and the studs in his eyebrow and lip were made of clear plastic. Deacon hadn't understood why Hale had given the kid a job in the first place, with his appearance the way it was, and no previous experience to speak of, but however he had landed the job, Sam had proven to be a fast learner and a hard worker, and he and Deacon had become fast friends. 

The kid had high cheekbones and a wide jaw, and although he was just shy of seventeen, the lines around his mouth and the large burn scar stretching down his neck and underneath his shirt collar made him look older than he was. Deacon had been curious about the burn since the first time he had met Sam six months ago, but after getting to know him, Deacon knew that Sam would only open up if he felt like it; otherwise, he was like a closed book. 

Deacon tilted his head, still looking at Sam, and realised he didn't really know much about Sam at all - he had a girlfriend, Jill, who was gorgeous but very awkward and shy about it; he lived with his grandfather in the suburbs; his weekends and evenings that he told Deacon about consisted of watching TV with Jill and visiting his grandmother; and Deacon thought it was a bit strange that a guy with so many tattoos and piercings lived such a quiet life - no drinking, no drugs. No trouble. 'Except that scar,' Deacon thought. Sam's nostrils flared and he frowned, his eyes still closed. 

"What're you looking at?" Sam asked. Deacon cleared his throat and felt his cheeks redden as he realised he'd been caught staring at the mysterious scar. 

"I...I was just wondering..." 

"The burn, right?" Sam asked. He sat up and looked at Deacon with faded brown eyes. Deacon swallowed heavily and nodded. Sam sighed and rubbed the shiny, disfigured skin. "I was in a gang in junior high. Hence all the tats," Sam said, gesturing to his arms and chest. "I got jumped by another gang. Things got bad," Sam concluded with a shrug. 

Deacon raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, taken aback by the amount of significant information Sam had just revealed to him in a few very short sentences. Deacon wasn't sure how to respond, but he got the feeling that Sam wanted to continue, when the computer beeped twice and the screen announced that the scan was complete.

Sam cleared his throat and shifted in his seat awkwardly. He nodded at the computer. "Done?" Deacon leaned forward and pushed ok, and stood up. Sam was obviously done talking. 

"Yeah. All done," Deacon said. Sam walked Deacon out to the front of the store and clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Thanks man, I really appreciate this, you being so cool about coming down here," Sam said. Then he grinned wickedly and nodded his head at Deacon. "Now I'll let you get back to whatever it was that girl of yours was doing to ya." Deacon stared at Sam, puzzled. 

"Huh? Sarah's on a course for a month, she's not in town," Deacon replied. Sam raised his eyebrows. 

"Really? Well, then I suggest you cover up that monster of a hickey before anyone starts to question your virtue," Sam said with a wink. Comprehension dawned in Deacon's eyes and his hand drifted up to the bruise on his neck that Mark had created the night before. Sam laughed as Deacon's face turned red. 

"It's not...I mean, it's nothing like that," Deacon stuttered. "Sarah...she gets jealous, she was just...marking her territory before she left, y'know?" Sam shrugged, the lecherous grin still on his face. 

"Whatever, man. None of my business," Sam said, his eyes twinkling. "Thanks again, Deac. Later." And with that, Sam turned and walked back into the store, leaving Deacon red-faced and stunned behind him. 

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After Deacon left, Mark dozed for a while, fleeting images of a naked, moaning Deacon flashing through his mind. Finally, he couldn't take it any more and got up. He walked naked to the shower and jerked off quickly under the hot water, his mind filled with his best friend's face, body and voice. Mark dried off and was sitting on the couch playing a video game when he heard Deacon's cell phone beep from the kitchen. Hearing it reminded Mark that he hadn't checked his own phone since the day his family had left. 

Pausing the game, Mark rifled through his bag until he found his phone. Switching it on, Mark felt a stab of guilt in his chest when the display informed him that he had three missed calls and five unread text messages, all displaying the same ID tag: MARIE CELL. Mark took a deep breath and called his girlfriend's cell phone. 

"Hey baby," Marie's voice exclaimed. "I'm so glad to hear your voice! I was starting to think something had happened to you guys." Mark closed his eyes and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. 

"Hey yourself. We've just...been hitting the bottle a bit too hard." Mark felt the knife in his heart wrench further inwards as Marie's smooth laughter caressed his ear. 

"I thought as much. And I hate being the clingy girlfriend, but with Deacon being MIA as well as you, I couldn't help thinking..." Marie left the sentence unfinished. She gave a conclusive sigh and Mark could almost hear her smiling over the phone. "Never mind all that. How are you, besides the definite hangover?" Marie asked with a giggle. Mark forced his feelings of guilt aside and gave Marie a patchy summary of the last few days, his version consisting only of getting drunk and hanging out with Puck, Stella and Jon. He listened with a heavy heart as Marie told him about the course and how much she missed him. 

"Oh jeez," Marie said all of a sudden. "I didn't realise how long we've been talking. I'm supposed to meet Sarah at the café in ten minutes. I'm gonna have to go." 

"That's ok," Mark said, a wave of guilty relief washing over him. "But hey, I promise that it won't be such a long time until you hear from me again." Mark smiled as Marie clucked her tongue. 

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. I know how you and Deac are probably enjoying a break from us, getting to do all your guy things for once," Marie said. Mark blushed unintentionally as he thought of the kind of things he and his guy had been doing. "Sarah's paranoid anxiety just rubbed off on me a little," Marie explained. "Speaking of which, could you do me a favour and ask Deac to call Sarah? She's going out of her mind here." 

"Yeah," Mark said quietly. "Yeah, I'll tell him. I'm sorry, babe." 

"And I told you, don't worry about it," Marie assured him gently. "I really have to go. I love you, Mark. Bye." Mark held back a pained sigh and nodded. 

"Yeah. I...I love you too," Mark replied, unsure if he meant it as he ended the call. His head was full of confused feelings of guilt and lust, his heart heavy with betrayal and something else, something he couldn't bring himself to identify. He looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that Deacon would be back soon. With his stomach churning, Mark scribbled a note to Deacon and left it on the kitchen sideboard before tugging his trainers on, stepping outside and locking the door behind him. Turning left at the driveway, Mark started running, his body falling into the familiar motions of exercise while his head and his heart battled to find answers to his confusion. 

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Deacon pulled his car into the driveway, yanked the handbrake up and grabbed the milk carton from the passenger seat. A huge grin on his face, he trotted across the patio and to the front door, more than ready to continue with what Mark had wanted to start that morning. The door was closed, which was strange given the weather, but Deacon shrugged, assuming Mark was still asleep. He frowned as he tugged on the door and found it was locked; he was sure he hadn't locked it when he left. Deacon fished his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. A videogame was paused on the TV set, but there was no sign of Mark in the living room or kitchen, and when he entered his bedroom, he saw the curtains were open and the bed was made, but still no Mark. 

"Mark?" Deacon called through the silent house. "Hey, you here?" Deacon opened the refrigerator and put the milk carton inside before glancing around the kitchen There was a piece of paper on the sideboard where he kept his keys. Deacon picked up the paper and saw it was a note which read: 

 I've gone for a run. Call Sarah - Mark 

Deacon turned the paper over and found nothing else, his brow furrowed at the brusque tone of the note. He crumpled the paper and picked up his cell phone from the sideboard, his stomach turning as he saw the number of missed calls and messages from Sarah. Deacon stared at his phone for a moment, then dialled Mark's cell. 

When he heard the Jaws theme song that Mark used as his ringtone, Deacon followed the sound to the couch, seeing Mark's phone on the coffee table. He ended the call and picked up Mark's phone, scrolling through his call log. The last call made was only an hour ago to Marie's cell. Deacon slumped onto the sofa and tossed Mark's phone aside. Trying to still the queasy feeling in his gut, Deacon dialled Sarah's number. 

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Mark leaned on the letterbox in front of Deacon's house, panting heavily, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. He saw Deacon's car parked in the driveway and drew his hand across his face. Crossing the patio, he saw Deacon sitting on the couch, facing away from the door. Mark kicked his running shoes off and walked to the kitchen, where he drew a glass of water and gulped it down in two large swallows. He leaned on the counter and looked over at the blonde boy, who was staring straight ahead, no expression on his face. 

"Did you call her?" Mark asked eventually. Deacon looked over at Mark, his face still blank. 

"Yeah," Deacon answered quietly. 

"Is she okay?" 

"She was a bit pissed off, but otherwise..." Deacon said with a shrug. "Yeah, it's all okay." The room was silent, the air heavy with tension. Mark sighed and sat on the coffee table in front of Deacon. 

"But it's not all okay, is it?" 

"No. No, I guess it's not," Deacon admitted, his eyes on his clasped hands. "I...I feel so fucking guilty. I thought it was okay, but talking to Sarah... " Mark nodded and ran his hands through his hair. 

"Yeah, I know," Mark agreed. They were both silent for a while, staring at their feet, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Mark spoke hesitantly, his heart aching as he spoke. "Maybe...maybe we should..." Mark shrugged, unable to finish the sentence. He looked up at Deacon with sadness in his eyes. 

"Maybe we should stop this?" Deacon finished, his heart in his throat. Mark nodded slightly and looked away. 

"Yeah," he said after a moment. "Maybe we should." Deacon leaned forward and stared at Mark until he looked back; Deacon's eyes were large and troubled. 

"Okay," Deacon said, choking on the words. "If that's what you want." Mark punched his knee with a tightly clenched fist and frowned at Deacon, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. 

"No, it's not what I want," Mark said, his eyes blazing fiercely at Deacon. "You know I don't want that. Is that what you want?" 

"No. Of course not. But...I just..." Deacon reached up and caressed Mark's cheek with his palm. Mark swallowed heavily and leaned into Deacon's hand before shaking his head and pulling away from the blonde boy's touch, the electricity he felt scaring him. Deacon stood up abruptly with a frown and walked toward the patio doors. "Well, then...what do you want? I mean, what the fuck is this? What we're doing, what is it?" 

"I...I don't..." Mark stammered. He threw his hands up in defeat and stood up, glaring at his friend. "Jesus, Deac, what do you want me to say?" 

"It's not about what you think I want to hear, Mark! I want to know what you think it is we're doing, I really want to know what you think this is," Deacon said, his eyes pleading with Mark to answer him. Mark scrunched his eyes shut and sighed. 

"I...fuck, I don't know," Mark said, the words feeling like lies on his tongue. He knew what his heart thought it was, but he was too afraid to say it. "I don't know. I'm gonna have a shower." 

"No you're not, not until we're done here," Deacon said, grabbing Mark by the arm and pulling him back in front of him. Mark yanked his arm out of Deacon's grasp and frowned angrily at his friend. 

"Then why don't you give me an answer!" Mark yelled, cringing inside as he saw confusion ripple across Deacon's face. "What do you think this is? We're just going to keep on fucking on the side for, what, forever? Cheating on Marie and Sarah, lying to everyone, sneaking around?" he asked, his hands curled into fists at his sides. "Because I...I can't do that. I thought I could just go with this, try and block out my conscience like you seem so good at doing, but I can't! Not when I don't know how long this is gonna go on, and how long I'm gonna have to keep feeling guilty for," Mark said, biting his tongue before he said anything he would regret; before he let slip the real reason that he couldn't bear to carry on with their affair. 

Mark already knew that his heart was too involved with their fucking, and the longer it carried on, the harder it was going to be when it ended. All the anger drained from Mark as he realised what they had to do. He heaved a deep sigh and turned toward the kitchen, his shoulders slumped. "It probably is best if we end this now. Before it gets any harder than it is," Mark finished, walking through the kitchen. Deacon just stood silently, a sad and confused look on his face. 

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Mark drew his hand across the foggy bathroom mirror and frowned at his dripping reflection. He thought the shower might have washed away his indecision, given some closure on what he and Deacon had just ended. But as he stared at himself in the mirror, he realised it hadn't done anything. He felt just as guilty about what they had done, and his heart was just as certain of who it wanted as when he had stepped into the shower. He wanted Deacon just as much as he had after their first kiss. Before that, if he was honest with himself. 




No Regrets Ch. 05



'I suppose we'll just have to give it time to cool off,' Mark thought feebly to himself as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. When he looked up into the mirror again, he started as he saw Deacon reflected behind him, a stubborn look on his face. 

"I don't know if I'm up for another round, Deac," Mark said wearily, looking into his friend's eyes in the mirror and feeling a weak surge of hope; hope that Deacon would say exactly what Mark was thinking. 

"Turn around and look at me," Deacon replied, ignoring Mark's plea. "I want to say this to your face." Mark braced his hands on the basin and looked down at his feet. After a while, he turned around slowly and leaned on the vanity. 

"Okay. I'm listening," Mark said, folding his arms across his chest. Deacon took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts, which was made more difficult by the half naked and gorgeous dripping body in front of him. 

"Look, I know you said it doesn't do any good to label things, and I think you're right. But for the record, I'll tell you what I think this is, okay? I don't know if what we're doing, or what we're feeling, is right or wrong. But I do know that what we've started has a, I don't know, like a force, and its pretty fucking strong. And I think we're going to keep feeling this way until we let it run its course, with or without our consent." Mark's brow knitted into a thoughtful frown. 

"Run its course? Like, this is something we've got to...get out of our systems?" 

"Yeah, something like that. I mean, if you really think we should stop this, we can try," Deacon said quickly. "But I don't think the way we feel about each other is going to go away just because we deny it. Despite what you think, I do have a conscience, and it weighs pretty fucking heavy these days. But as bad as I felt talking to Sarah before...I'm not ready to stop this yet," Deacon admitted quietly, his hair falling across his eyes as he lowered his head. Mark swallowed and moved closer to Deacon. 

"Me neither. And I'm sorry I said that, I know it's not true. I just..." Mark put his hands on Deacon's elbows, his mouth by the blonde boy's ear. "I don't want any of this bullshit. I just want you," Mark whispered, his dick swelling as he felt a shiver run through Deacon's body. "I want you," Mark repeated, tilting his head so his lips brushed the side of Deacon's face. Deacon made a short, low moan and wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling him into a crushing embrace. Mark closed his bare arms around Deacon's back and sighed heavily, hoping that what Deacon had suggested was right. Maybe they did need to just ride out the storm. 

"So what do you think? Do you feel this force thing too, or am I just making shit up to justify this?" Deacon asked after a while, his voice muffled by Mark's skin. Mark shrugged slightly, deciding to see where Deacon's theory led rather than freak him out with a flood of half-pondered emotional neediness. 

"I don't know what it's called, and I don't know if we're making it up to feel better about what we're doing. What I do know is that I want you, and this semi-bone I'm getting has your name on it," Mark said with a snigger, gently pressing his groin against Deacon's pelvis. Deacon snorted and squeezed Mark harder into the hug. 

"Nice. So we're both over-sexed idiots." Deacon pulled his head back from Mark's neck, his wide blue eyes piercing the soulful brown ones in front of him. "But just to make things crystal clear - this is on until its over, right? No regrets," Deacon said, a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. "You game?" 

"Always," Mark said softly, a heartfelt smile on his face. "I'm on you until this is over." Deacon laughed and kissed Mark passionately. When he pulled away, Deacon ran his hands down Mark's neck and sighed. 

"For a minute there, I thought I'd never get to do that again," Deacon said, moving his hands down Mark's bare chest. "Which would be a shame, because you're really good at it." 

They kissed again, their lips mashing and tongues probing. Deacon undid the loose knot holding the towel around Mark's waist, and it fell to the floor. Deacon ended the wet kiss and dropped to his knees, the discarded towel acting as padding against the cold, hard bathroom tiles. Deacon kissed his way down Mark's stomach before grasping the base of Mark's hardening cock and drawing it into his mouth. Mark sighed and smiled down at the blonde boy. 

"Yeah, well you're really good at that," Mark moaned. Deacon pulled back and looked up at his friend. 

"Seriously?" Deacon asked, a sceptical look on his face, his hand working the skin on Mark's cock up and down its length. 

"Completely serious," Mark said in a strained voice. 

"Because if I'm not doing it right, you can tell me," Deacon said shyly, his cheeks reddening slightly. Mark grinned and shook his head. 

"Believe me, you don't need any pointers. I think you may have been a vacuum in a previous life." Deacon huffed a laugh, pleased with the compliment. Sarah seemed to always be telling him what he was doing wrong and how to do it better when he was with her. 

"Thank you," Deacon said quietly, an embarrassed grin appearing on his increasingly red face. Mark held back a moan as a drop of precum oozed from his painfully hard dick. 

"Don't thank me," Mark replied in a strangled voice. "Just suck me. Please." Deacon didn't reply, he just leant forward and slowly licked the dribble of precum from the tip of Mark's throbbing shaft. Then he grinned devilishly up at Mark, who was biting his lip to hold back his moans. 

"You want me to leave the uniform on?" 

"What?" 

"This morning, when I was leaving for work. You said you thought my work clothes were some kind of sex role play thing. So? On or off?" Deacon asked, a laugh escaping his grinning lips as Mark growled at him. "Okay, okay, no more talking, I promise. Or no more serious talking, anyway. For the next two hours at least." 

"Two hours?" Mark asked, his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. "We've done better than that." Deacon huffed and licked his bottom lip. 

"Smartass. It's quality that counts, not quantity. Anyway, I said at least two hours," he repeated in a low voice. "At least." He punctuated this promise by taking Mark's cock back into his mouth. 

Mark let out a long breath as he felt Deacon's hot, wet mouth envelop his dick; he steadied himself on the vanity with one hand, grasping a fistful of Deacon's shaggy hair in the other. Deacon sucked his friend leisurely, slowly drawing his mouth up and down the shaft in a rhythmic motion. He nibbled lightly up the underside of Mark's cock, then alternated taking it deep into his throat and suckling on just the tip, his tongue lashing the spot just below the head. 

Deacon used one hand to massage Mark's balls, with the other he lightly stroked up and down Mark's thigh. Mark inhaled with a sharp, soft whistle as Deacon made a humming sound around his friend's penis; he clenched Deacon's hair tighter and put a hand on his shoulder, forcing the blonde off his rigid pole. Deacon gave Mark a puzzled look and opened his mouth to speak, but Mark made a shushing sound and grinned. Deacon grinned back, remembering his promise of no more talking. 

So instead, Mark pulled Deacon up off his knees and grabbed both sides of his head, kissing him fervently, tasting himself in Deacon's mouth. Then he took Deacon by the wrist and headed out of the bathroom toward the bedroom. Mark gently pushed Deacon onto the bed and followed him down, Mark's mouth busy with his friend's tongue, his hands busy discarding Deacon's clothing. Once he was naked, Deacon ended the kiss and pulled the brunette onto his side, closing Mark's eyes with his fingertips. Lines furrowed Mark's brow as the room went dark. He felt Deacon's erection on his hip, warm breath against his ear. 

"I know we said no more talking, but I want to try something," Deacon whispered, his lips brushing against Mark's ear, making him shiver. "If you don't want to do it, we won't. But I think you'll like it..." Deacon finished, his voice low and seductive. Mark nodded, his eyes still closed, swallowing as he felt Deacon's weight shift on the bed. 

His whole body was tingling in anticipation, not knowing what Deacon was going to do, where and with what. Mark gasped as he felt hot breath on his cock, and a moment later, a wet, eager mouth. Mark frowned slightly, wondering why Deacon would want to warn him before doing something they'd both done to each other before. But as just as Mark realised that there was something different about the blowjob, that Deacon's tongue seemed to be upside down, he jerked his head back in surprise as something wet smeared across his cheek. 

Mark opened his eyes to see Deacon's cock pointing straight at his face, hard and leaking. Looking down, he saw Deacon sucking avidly on his pole, fingers gripping his ass tightly. A low, guttural moan emerged from Mark, his already turgid cock swelling further in Deacon's mouth as he watched the scene play out below him. 

Mark tried to turn his attention back to his friend's swollen shaft, a task made difficult by the sensations Deacon was causing below his waist. Mark shuffled his body closer to Deacon's to give him better access to Deacon's cock, putting one hand on Deacon's hip and the other around the base of his friend's prick. He began to work the skin up and down slowly while he suckled on the head of Deacon's cock, gradually working his mouth further down the shaft until the musky smell of Deacon's scrotum filled his nostrils. Mark breathed in the scent deeply, his tongue stroking the pulsing flesh crammed in his mouth. 

Deacon, on the other hand, was focussing his attention on Mark's balls, stroking his friend's thick shaft as he took each orb into his mouth and rolled it over his tongue. After lovingly bathing each one, Deacon took as much of Mark's cock into his mouth as he could and started to bob back and forth on it. The boys continued to suck each other vigorously, their pace speeding up as the time wore on, their movements becoming more irregular and erratic. 

Deacon started to audibly moan around Mark's meat as he felt himself getting closer to cumming, and he started to awkwardly thrust his hips forward, driving his cock in and out of Mark's throat like a piston. Mark gripped Deacon's ass tightly with both hands and tried to open up his throat to Deacon's onslaught, the sound of his best friend moaning around mouthful of his cock made Mark's balls tighten and draw up. Mark thought about pulling back and warning Deacon that he was about to shoot, but he didn't, figuring that Deacon hadn't had a problem with Mark shooting in his mouth so far. 

Deacon felt Mark's balls constrict and started to suck his friend's rod harder, to draw out the sticky cream that marked the end of a successful blowjob. A low growl rumbled through Mark's throat as his cock jerked in Deacon's mouth, the hot cum jetting past his tongue and coating the back of the blonde's throat. The feeling of his lover's cum spurting into his mouth because of his efforts broke Deacon's own composure, and he came violently into Mark's willing mouth, his hips stopping in midthrust as a powerful orgasm coursed through his body. Once both their orgasms had subsided, the boys released each others' spent cocks from their mouths and flopped onto their backs next to each other, both breathing heavily. After a few moments, Deacon rested his hand on Mark's thigh. 

"Was I right?" Deacon asked, his voice hoarse and low. Mark didn't answer; instead, he sat up slowly with a fatigued sigh and swung around so he was laying on his stomach, his head next to Deacon's. He placed a hand on Deacon's smooth, tan chest and rubbed the blonde's pec lazily, drawing his fingers across Deacon's already hard nipple before propping himself up on his elbows and brushing Deacon's shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. Mark leaned his face over Deacon's and grinned at his lover; he lowered his head and pressed his lips to Deacon's, kissing him softly. Deacon grinned and placed his hand on Mark's hip, drawing his hand up and down the side of his friend's ass. "That's a yes, then?" Mark briefly pressed his lips to Deacon's again. 

"What happened to no talking?" Mark asked, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Deacon laughed and rolled his eyes, his hand wandering further across Mark's hip to squeeze his firm ass. 

"I said no more serious talking," Deacon corrected. "I don't think me asking if you liked sucking me off while I did the same to you classifies as serious talking." 

"Not serious, true," Mark said with a short chuckle. "Kinda slutty, but true." 

"Slutty in a good way?" Deacon asked, the way he nervously bit his lower lip belying his light-hearted banter. Mark smiled widely and kissed Deacon deep and slow before replying. 

"In the best way, you dork," Mark said, his eyes solemn. "I liked it, Deac." Deacon exhaled happily and nodded. 

"Good. Me too. I like everything we do," Deacon added. Mark grinned at his friend and flopped down onto his back again. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and nudged Deacon with his elbow. 

"Well, that was only a half hour. What happened to at least two hours?" Mark asked, an impish grin on his face. Deacon laughed and elbowed Mark back. 

"Jesus, you horn dog! Give me a few minutes to recover, wouldja?" 

"Yeah, yeah, me too. I just wanted to make sure you hadn't forgotten," Mark replied jokingly. They fell silent, both still catching their breath. Eventually, Deacon looked sideways at Mark, his foot stroking Mark's lightly. 

"So," Deacon said slowly. "Did you have a nasty dream about me this morning like I suggested?" Mark's eyes darted to his side and he cleared his throat. 

"Yeah," he admitted hesitantly. When he didn't elaborate, Deacon gave him a playful shove. 

"Well, come on," Deacon said enticingly. "Spill. What was it about?" 

"Nothing," Mark replied quickly. "Just...just us." 

"No, I know that look," Deacon said as he sat up and looked down at his friend. "You're lying. What was it?" 

"Nothing! I'm serious, nothing," Mark repeated, his cheeks and neck reddening as he unintentionally thought about his dream. Deacon frowned curiously at Mark. 

"Are you..." Deacon's eyebrows rose as the reason for Mark's blush dawned on him. "Oh my God, Mark, are you embarrassed to tell me?" 

"No...no!" Mark insisted at Deacon's doubtful expression. "Well...maybe. A little. It was just a dream." 

Deacon grinned at his friend, and moved so he was straddling Mark, the brunette's semi-flaccid penis nestled in the crack of the blonde's ass. Deacon put one arm on each side of Mark's head to support him as he lowered his face to Mark's. Mark's tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth to lick his suddenly dry lips, a shiver running down his back as he felt Deacon's growing member pressing against his stomach. 

"Look," Deacon said in a low, sexy voice, his face inches from Mark's. "I hate to be blunt, but you've had my cock in your mouth. I've had your cock in my mouth. And up my ass. We've cum on and in each other. I don't think there's much left to be embarrassed about." Mark swallowed and sighed sharply, his dick getting harder with each word. 

"It wasn't...it wasn't what we were doing," Mark explained, avoiding Deacon's blazing eyes. "...It's how we were doing it." Deacon raised his eyebrows and gently ground his ass down onto Mark's pelvis. The movement caused a low breath to escape Mark's lips, and he grabbed Deacon's smooth ass with both hands, causing his own swelling cock to slip further into Deacon's ass crack. 

"So why can't you tell me?" Deacon cooed seductively, his grinding motion becoming more forceful. Mark squeezed Deacon's ass cheeks in time with his friend's thrusting, his breath becoming shallow and stinted. 

"Because it seemed so...dirty," Mark confessed, his solemn brown eyes wide and exposed as they met Deacon's lustful baby blues. Deacon stopped moving and cocked an eyebrow. 

"Dirty?" Deacon breathed in a husky voice. Mark nodded, his cock jumping as Deacon's warm breath bathed Mark's neck as he spoke. Deacon's own raging hard-on seemed to get even harder as sordid images of he and Mark together flashed through his mind. "I thought that 69 was pretty dirty. What's wrong with dirty?" Mark gasped as Deacon punctuated the last word by clenching his ass, massaging Mark's now completely engorged cock between his cheeks. Deacon grinned, his own breaths becoming shorter and lower. "Let me put it this way," Deacon started, his eyes burning into Mark's. "Either we do what we did in your dream, right now, or you can get reacquainted with your right hand." 

Mark knew Deacon was bluffing - his cock was just as hard and aching as Mark's own, and no amount of jerking off would satisfy the foreplay both erections had stemmed from. Mark decided that if Deacon was going to play hardball, he would play it right back. 

Decision made, Mark released one of Deacon's ass cheeks and instead wrapped his hand around Deacon's rock hard shaft and firmly moved his hand up and down, causing Deacon to gasp loudly and tilt his head back. Mark clenched his stomach and sat up quickly, causing Deacon to fall back slightly. Mark gripped Deacon's ass tightly to steady his friend before bending his head down and licking a long, wet trail from just below Deacon's pecs to the top of his outstretched neck. 

"Alright, you win," Mark murmured into Deacon's neck, dropping kisses on his lover's jaw before continuing, slowly stroking Deacon's hard dick. "My dream...in my dream you were on all fours, naked, on this bed, and I was fucking you...from behind," Mark said slowly. A low moan escaped Deacon, his passion evident as he ran his hands over Mark's rugged back. "I was holding onto your hips, really pounding you," Mark continued, "and you were begging for more," Mark said, drawing out the final words before biting Deacon's neck passionately. 

"Oh God," Deacon moaned under his breath, gripping Mark's shoulders and grinding his cock into Mark's hand, before roughly shoving him away with a grunt. 

His heart pounding and his chest glistening with sweat, Mark watched in amazement as Deacon climbed off his lap and crawled into the centre of the bed; Mark didn't dare hope that Deacon was doing what he thought he was doing. But as Mark sat with his cock throbbing and painfully hard between his legs, Deacon got on all fours, spread his legs and twisted his head to look at Mark, his blonde hair falling over his eyes, his cheeks flushed, his breathing short and shallow. 

"What're you waiting for?" Deacon asked, his whole frame shaking with lust. "Come on, fuck me, fuck me!" The sight of Deacon on his hands and knees, begging Mark to fuck him nearly made Mark come right then. The blonde boy lowered his head to the bed and thrust his ass up toward Mark. "Do it, stick your cock in me, pound my ass!" Mark still sat, captivated by what Deacon was saying and doing. "Please, Mark, do it, I want it so bad!" Deacon begged. Deacon could hear what he was saying, he knew he sounded like a slut, but he didn't care; he was so horny and so turned on by what Mark had described, he probably would've wanted Mark to fuck him even if they were in public, surrounded by people. "What, are you scared?" Deacon taunted, impatient, his voice breathless. 

"You wanna get fucked?" Mark asked in a menacing voice, snapping out his stunned trance. "You better hold on, because you're gonna get it." Deacon grinned and wiggled his ass as Mark positioned himself behind Deacon's firm butt. Mark gripped Deacon's ass and spread the cheeks apart, his cock jolting as he saw Deacon's puckering pink hole. Mark felt a powerful urge to just ram his meat into Deacon, but he hesitated, looking around for the tube of lubricant from the night before so as not to hurt his friend. Deacon squirmed under his hand and growled impatiently. 




No Regrets Ch. 05



"Forget the lube, just do it," Deacon growled as if reading Mark's thoughts. "I need it right now, stick your big fat cock in my ass, please!" Mark shuddered with lust at his lover's plea, but was still concerned - he knew his dick would fit, but he didn't want to hurt Deacon again. So he spat on his hand and worked it into Deacon's hole, struggling to keep his cool as Deacon groaned and pushed back against Mark's fingers. 

When Deacon felt the wetness on his hole, a part of his sex-clouded mind was grateful - the part of his mind that knew he wouldn't have been able to sit down for a week if Mark had fucked him dry. Mark spat in his hand again and coated his cock with spit, his hands trembling with desire. "Do it, now, fuck me, shove it in me," Deacon moaned, too consumed by need to care if he sounded like a total cockslut. 

Mark placed one hand on Deacon's hip and grasped the base of his dick with the other hand, carefully aiming it at Deacon's entrance. Mark took a long shaky breath and then thrust forward forcefully, watching enthralled as his entire length disappeared inside his friend. A guttural, euphoric moan emanated from Deacon as Mark penetrated Deacon's quivering hole, impaling his lover on his thick rod in one strong movement. Without pause, Mark placed his other hand on Deacon's hip and gripped Deacon tightly as he withdrew his entire shaft from Deacon's bowels, before driving his whole cock back into Deacon's ass. 

Mark tightened his grip on Deacon's hips and started pulling Deacon towards him while he was thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into his lover's bowels. Mark grunted deeply with every thrust, his eyes glued to the sight of his hard cock moving in and out of Deacon's ass, hearing the sweaty sound of his balls slap against Deacon's beneath him. 

A torrent of obscenities and incoherent grunts streamed from Deacon's mouth, forced out of him each time Mark plunged into his depths, his whole body rocking forward as Mark bore down on him. Suddenly, Mark's cockhead pressed against Deacon's prostate, the sensation causing Deacon's arms to buckle beneath him. His upper body collapsed onto the bed, trapping his leaking cock between the bed sheets and his stomach, pushing his ass further up onto Mark's shaft; the change in angle caused the head of Mark's cock to massage Deacon's prostate on every inward thrust, almost driving Deacon delirious with pleasure. 

"Ohhh God!" Deacon wailed, his voice filled with desperate need. "Yes, there, there, yes, oh fuck yesss!" Mark grinned through the haze of lust around him as Deacon's words turned into one long, loud moan. 

"Yeah," Mark said breathlessly. "You like that? You like it rough? Yeah, you take it, Deac, take it all," Mark muttered, uttering each word in time with his movements. His thighs shaking, his body coated with a sheen of sweat, Mark started to think that his body couldn't handle much more; then Mark felt his balls tighten, and a familiar tingling danced down his spine. "Ah, fuck, Deac, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum," Mark grunted, his fingers digging into Deacon's hips. 

Deacon didn't answer, he just lay with his arms lay limp by his sides, Mark bucking his whole body forward with each thrust, causing a delicious friction on his cock from the bedspread; Deacon's head was twisted awkwardly to one side on the mattress, his eyes half closed, his lips parted, throaty moans emerging from his mouth in gasps. 

Without any sign or warning, Deacon's cock started to spurt jet after jet of creamy cum onto the bed, a long and exhausted whimper from the blonde accompanying the flood of cum. As Deacon began to cum, his ass contracted around Mark's own penis, and this along with the sight of his best friend cumming powerfully and involuntarily, forced Mark over the edge. He thrust erratically into Deacon as his cock spewed cum into Deacon's ravaged hole. 

Exhausted, Mark's thrusts became slower and more sluggish as his orgasm passed. Panting, Mark lowered himself onto his side, wrapping his arms around a slumped Deacon and bringing his lover down with him, the blonde still impaled on Mark's softening shaft, warm cum trickling out of Deacon's ass and down his thigh. They lay like that for a while, breathing heavily and completely drained of energy. Mark tightened his arms around Deacon and nuzzled his face into his lover's neck. 

"Mmmm," Deacon murmured softly, pressing his body closer to Mark's. "Was that...was that two hours?" Deacon asked, his voice hoarse and tired. Mark chuckled and kissed Deacon's neck lightly. 

"If it wasn't, could you keep going?" 

"Good point," Deacon croaked ruefully. Mark snorted and kissed Deacon's shoulder. They were both silent until Mark spoke hesitantly. 

"Are you okay?" Mark asked quietly, his hand lightly massaging Deacon's stomach. "I mean, it wasn't too..." Deacon smiled, his eyes closed. 

"Uh-huh," he murmured. "I'm...I...uhmmm," Deacon trailed off with a low laugh. Mark also laughed and, propping himself up on one arm, leaned over Deacon and kissed him, a soft and leisurely kiss, swollen lips and velvety tongues dancing against each other. "Mmm," Deacon mumbled into Mark's lips, before turning away and dropping his head on the bed, a smile spreading across his tired face. "That...yeah, I'm that." Mark smiled and lovingly kissed Deacon's neck. 

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And so the days passed, the boys occasionally untangling themselves from Deacon's sheets long enough to hang out with their friends now and again, go for a workout or get food from the store. Sometimes they played videogames or went to the beach, caught up on study notes or drank beer by the pool. But everything they did together was infused with knowing looks and stolen kisses, furtive touches and suggestive smiles, and always with a lot of laughter.

Every day seemed to pass too quickly, the days on the calendar ticking over, closer to the return of Marie and Sarah, their parents, and reality. And with each day that ended, Mark and Deacon were both aware, within their own thoughts, that what they had started didn't seem to be wearing itself out. In fact, they both felt that it was growing stronger rather than weaker, tendrils of something too meaningful weaving through their minds and hearts and taking hold. 

Time dashed past them until they both stood, side by side, in front of Deacon's wall planner, silently looking at the big red circle denoting the date of Sarah and Marie's return. 

"Two days," Deacon said, nodding his head as if to remind himself that it was real. Mark swallowed and stole a sideways glance at his friend. "I think it's time we pulled out the serious talking again, don't you?" Deacon asked, turning his head and fixing his eyes on Mark's solemn profile.

Mark swallowed again and met Deacon's eyes. Deacon pursed his lips and nodded at the agreement he saw in Mark's dark eyes. 

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Deacon turned away from Mark and walked toward the lounge. Mark glanced at the circled date on the calendar and sighed, before slowly following Deacon out of the room... 

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To be continued... 



No Regrets Ch. 05



Chapter 5 – Tommy's Story -Back from the dead.

Tommy found himself in a field. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He could see his mother dancing with a young boy. Looking closer he realised he was looking at himself. They would often go on picnics and were such happy times. His mother saw him and smiling beckoned him over. As he walked towards her he felt pure joy and happiness. If this was heaven then he had definitely come home. Suddenly someone called his name from behind and he turned round to see Ryan standing there in full dress uniform. He looked so handsome. Tommy was sure this must be heaven now, both the people he loved, both who have died, here to greet him. Ryan called again only this time it sounded more urgent. Tommy tried to call back but he couldn't speak, his throat hurt. He was suddenly aware of a blinding headache and darkness enveloped him.

"Tommy, wake up!"

He opened his eyes to see a face staring back at him. It was dark but the moonlight illuminated his features enough to see he was looking at Ryan.

"Am I dead?" he croaked dreamily hardly able to talk.

Ryan smiled, "No thank God."

Tommy was confused, if he wasn't dead and Ryan was in front of him then he was either a ghost or... Ryan kissed him and Tommy burst into tears.

"You're alive," he said flinging his arms around him. Clinging on with all his might he sobbed into his neck.

Ryan cradled him, holding him just as tight, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I've missed you," he said.

"Where have you been? I thought you was dead."

"I was captured," he replied. "Our mission was compromised and we got ambushed. I lost ten good men in that fight. The rest of us was transferred to a prison of war camp where we've been for the last twelve months. The only thing that got me through it was thinking of my son and you. I did manage to escape but by then the war was already over, I just didn't know it."

Tommy smiled, "I used to sit outside the village hall every night and hope you would turn up."

Ryan giggled, then his face turned serious, "Tommy, why was you trying to kill yourself?"

Suddenly the memory of all the events leading up to that point came flooding back. His eyes welled up as he retold what Bobby had done to him.

"I changed my mind," he continued, "but the chair slipped."

Ryan sat up. Tommy could tell he was angry but he didn't say anything. He picked up Tommy's clothes and handed them to him, "Come on,"

Tommy's face dropped, "I don't want to go home, I want to spend some time with you, I haven't seen you for so long."

Ryan smiled, "I'm not taking you home. I've booked into the Inn for tonight and we need to treat your wounds, I can't do that here."

Tommy smiled, "Can I spend the night with you?"

Ryan nodded.

Twenty minutes later they was in Ryan's room at the Inn. They decided it best not to be seen entering together, so Tommy sneaked in the back entrance, it was quiet and he easily got to Ryan's room without being detected.

Tommy waddled over to the bed, his anus still very sore, "Get your clothes off, lets take a look," Ryan said.

Tommy didn't need telling twice and was soon completely naked on the bed face down with his arse in the air. Ryan firstly took a damp face towel and cleaned up all the dried blood, then opened a med kit from the jeep he had borrowed again.

"How bad is it?" Tommy asked, concern very apparent in his voice.

"Not as bad as it looks, I reckon it'll heal up in a couple of days," Ryan replied.

He then opened a pot of antiseptic cream and gently applied it to Tommy's anus causing him to yelp, "Ow, it stings," he protested.

"It will for a bit," Ryan assured him.

Ryan was very gentle and carefully massaged the cream around Tommy's pucker. He applied some more cream on his finger and slowly inserted it into Tommy. Tommy groaned in delight, "Oh that feels so good."

"Is this turning you on?"

"Uh huh," Tommy grunted, then reaching down pushed his erection back for Ryan to see.

Ryan laughed, "I guess we're going to have to do something about that swelling too."

Tommy giggled.

"All done," Ryan said playfully slapping Tommy on the ass.

Even though the trauma of Bobby raping him was still fresh in his mind his horniness was strong, "Does that mean you can fuck me now?"

Ryan laughed, "You'll need to let it heal for a couple of days."

Tommy span round and sat up quickly, "A couple of days? I can't wait that long." He complained as he began to undress Ryan.

"I would love to fuck you. You turn me on so much but we really are going to have to wait. I don't want to make your wounds any worse." His face turned a little more serious and he grabbed Tommy's hands. "I have some good news and bad news," he said.

Tommy's stomach turned, "What's the bad news?"

"I sail home in two weeks."

Tommy sat back on his heels looking horrified, "What's the good news?"

"I have two weeks leave."

Tommy didn't see how that would make up for the fact Ryan was leaving in two weeks, his head hung low.

Ryan lifted his chin, "At least we'll be able to spend that time together, can you get time off work?"

"I thinks so, Mr Rogers is pretty good and I haven't had any time off in twelve months, why?"

"How do you fancy going to London?"

Tommy's eye's widened, "Fuck yeah!"

Ryan had to quickly put his hand over Tommy's mouth to keep him quiet, at the same time laughing.

They kissed passionately and the trauma of what Bobby had done quickly dissolved away. He was so happy to be back in the arms of the man he loved. Knowing that penetration was out of the question they were more than happy to do Tommy's second favourite position. They sucked on each other, bringing themselves close but delaying the inevitable until neither one could take no more. They flooded their mouths with each others semen as they drew the night to a wonderful climax.

Both exhausted they snuggled up under the bedclothes. Tommy loved how Ryan's arms wrapped round him and held him tight, he felt safe and loved. This is how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. He shed a small tear of happiness before he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

London was a mess. Rubble lined the streets where magnificent houses once stood. Tommy felt pain when he remembered that his mother had been in one of those houses. Reaching the west end they checked into a small hotel.

"I've been told this place is very discreet," he said.

"How do you know?" Tommy asked.

"While I was the POW camp I met a young british corporal and a sergeant We became good friends and the Sergeant told me he ran a small hotel here in London." He said as they approached the unassuming hotel.

When they entered the building a slender man with large green eyes and a balding hairline greeted them. His face was warm and friendly and Tommy immediately liked him.

"Ryan! I'm so glad you came." The man greeted them. "And this must be Tommy. You never said he was this handsome."

Tommy blushed.

"Arthur, it's good to see you again," Ryan replied.

At that moment a young man entered the foyer and greeted Ryan. He looked to be about nineteen and had strong cut features. His eyes were a bright blue and shone with enthusiasm.

"Tommy this is Arthur and Geoffrey, the couple I met at POW camp."

As Tommy shook their hands he noticed a gleam in Geoffrey's eyes.

"Are you two living together now?" Ryan asked.

"Shh, keep your voice down," Arthur replied. "Walls have ears." Ryan laughed.

"I'm staying here on leave for the moment but as soon as I get signed off I'm going to move in," Geoffrey said.

Tommy felt pleased for them but jealousy too knowing he would have to wait for his man.

"Let's get you checked in," Arthur said.

They were given the best room in the hotel which over looked the street. As soon as they were inside Tommy flung himself at Ryan and they kissed passionately.

"Such young love," Arthur said from the doorway.

Tommy panicked not realising the door was open.

Arthur laughed, "It's ok sweetheart, everyone who stays here is.. Let's say of our persuasion." He then whispered, "It's a queer hotel."

Tommy's mouth was wide open. A hotel just for queers? He'd never even considered the idea.

"Oh and if you want some extra fun we operate an open door policy. Strictly off the record of course," Arthur added as he left leaving the door ajar.

"What does he mean?" Tommy asked.

"Leaving the door open at night is an invitation for other men to join you."

Tommy gasped and quickly closed the door. "No way! I'm not sharing you with anyone!"

Ryan laughed as Tommy jumped on him and wrestled him to the bed. In seconds they were naked and making love.

That evening Arthur and Geoffrey took them to a private gentlemen's club where homosexual men could meet. It was an eye opener for both Tommy and Ryan. There were men from many different walks of life, class seemed to have no boundary. What surprised them the most was to see men dancing together.

Ryan and Tommy were both very popular. Tommy had never been the centre of so much attention before. The owner talked them into having their photograph taken saying young love like this should be captured for prosperity.

They had a wonderful time, not having to worry what people thought of them. They danced and they kissed. It felt truly liberating to be showing each other affection in front of like minded people.

That night back at the hotel Tommy was shocked to see several doors ajar as they walked to their room.

"Are they...erm.."

"Expecting visitors?" Ryan said.

"Yeah."

"I guess so."

As they passed one room the door was open wide enough to see the occupant. On the bed was a naked man stroking his very hard cock. He beckoned Tommy to join him but Tommy grabbed Ryan's hand and they ran back to their room. 

"Oh my god! Did you see that?" Tommy gasped as he locked the door.

Ryan laughed. "I guess he's a bit horny."

"No way I could ever do anything like that."

"You know a lot of these men are married."

"Like you."

"Yeah I guess so. It must be awful for them to be trapped in a loveless marriage knowing the only thing you want is illegal and this is the only way to find it. I'm not going to let that happen to me."

Ryan stared out of the window, Tommy could tell he was thinking.

"What if I wasn't around? I mean if for some reason we couldn't be together?" Ryan asked.

"Don't say that. I never want to be without you," Tommy climbed onto Ryan's lap. "But if that was the case then I wouldn't go with anyone. I wouldn't want to sully your memory."

"You might feel differently at the time."

"No Ryan, I mean it. You're the only man I ever want."

* * *

During their stay in London Tommy was able to visit the grave of his mother for the first time since she was buried. He was so grateful to Ryan for letting him do that. That day was very sullen for Tommy.

The two weeks flew by far too quickly. He knew they would have to part soon but he kept that thought locked in the back of his mind.

* * *

Back at the village Inn, Ryan was lying on his back with Tommy resting his head on his chest. Ryan idly stroked and tousled Tommy's hair. They were both breathless after making love twice in a row.

"That was our last time together," Tommy said in a trance like state.

"I know."

Tommy looked up to Ryan, "I don't want you to go."

"I wish I didn't have to either but I have to see my son. I don't care about her but I just can't leave my son, the both of you mean the world to me."

"Wish I could go with you," Tommy sulked putting his head back on Ryan's chest.

They fell silent for a while, then suddenly Ryan leapt out of bed and rummaged round the room.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asked.

"Ah!" Ryan said finding what he was looking for.

He took a pencil and wrote something on a card, "This is my address in South Dakota," he said handing the card to Tommy, "Write to me."

Tommy looked at him blankly, "We'll work something out, I don't know what yet, but if there's a way then we'll find it. You, me and my son."

Tommy smiled, he looked at it then put it in his trousers, "I'll write my first letter tomorrow," he beamed.

Climbing back into bed Ryan pulled Tommy tight, "I love you so much it hurts."

They kissed and Ryan managed to coax another load out of Tommy before they drifted off to sleep.

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The following morning Tommy sat on his bike outside the airbase. Near him was a group of local girls, all come for the same reason, to say goodbye to their GI boyfriends. Tommy noticed Doris looking at him, if only she knew. He watched with extreme sadness as one by one the trucks left taking the GI troops back home.

Later that day as he helped Mr Rogers in the store he overheard the women talking about Bobby Jones. He'd forgotten about him and he became anxious now that Ryan wasn't there to protect him.

"He's disappeared," one woman said.

"Good riddance I say, he was nothing but a menace. I'm sure it was him that killed my poor Fido," another woman added.

"Yes and the way he would look at the girls, disgusting."

Tommy listened carefully, he felt relief that Bobby would no longer be a threat, but what had happened to him?



No Regrets Ch. 05



This last week has been like a whirlwind for me as I'm sure it has for my son Paul. It's hard to believe it's only be a week since the first time we made love! I've enjoyed everything that's happened between Paul and myself and now it appears Tom, my husband of twenty years is about to join in the fun.

In the twenty two years we've been together, Tom and I have never been what you might call an adventurous couple in bed. I guess when we first met we were a little reckless but since then we've rarely 'done it' anywhere but in our bed and nine times out of ten it will be the good old missionary position. If I was feeling particularly frisky, I'd go on top but that's as exciting as it ever got for us.

Paul, my son, however has proven to be the lover I've dreamed of for most of my life. I know he cares for me as deeply as I care for him but when he uses me, when he treats me with almost total indifference it initiates responses in me which seem to emanate from the very centre of my soul. Last Sunday for instance when we were walking on a the beach, without a word he pushed me over a smooth rock and fucked me seemingly with out any care for my feelings. I came almost continually as he rammed into me, loving the hardness of the rock against my soft body. 

On another occasion he'd come home for collage, after I'd stripped for him as he's told me I have to, something else which stimulates me to my very core, I asked like he's also said I should, if he'd like to fuck me. Again, just like the time on the beach he pushed me down onto the kitchen table without a word and fucked me hard and fast. He's mentioned both those times to you but I don't think he mentioned that he'd pushed my face into half a box of eggs or that there was flour and scraps of pastry all over the tabletop! Not exactly good clean fun but boy oh boy did it hit the spot.

As much as I enjoy him using me and for that matter making love to me in a more conventional way, he knows I'd like him to use even more force than he has. Since I was a young girl I've often dreamt of being beaten. At first my fantasies revolved around being spanked on my bum while laying across someone's lap. But over the years they've evolved to the point where I'm beginning to wonder if there could be something wrong with me. Yet the thrill I get from these fantasies is beyond description.

But enough of all that, you want to know what happened this evening. I'd been out with my sister and only just got back when Paul called from his room. When I went up to see him he told me to remove my clothes, it gave me such a thrill, the way he ignored me completely, first as I undressed and then as he made me wait while he finished reading, seemingly oblivious to my nakedness. I took the time to adopt as submissive a stance as I could, hoping he would want to fuck me. All the time I'd been out, I'd hoped we would have some 'alone time' when I got back.

But instead of using me he told me about the conversation he'd had with his father. At first I was worried Tom would make us stop. But as he told me all about James and Jane, I knew as much as we'd enjoyed the last week, what we had was suddenly going to get even better.

But I've a feeling you know all this, I just wanted to reassure you that I gain as much pleasure from his almost brutal acts as he must. Paul I believe left off our story just as Tom was due back from the driving range. He had told me to wear an almost sheer top, one I've never worn without a bra and vest, together with my short tennis skirt. Do you need me to tell you how exposed I felt wearing so little? Although I'm used to Paul seeing me in so little; it was the thought of Tom seeing me like this, in our kitchen with Paul present which was giving me butterflies. 

Getting our dinner ready helped take my mind off the coming evening, for as long as ten seconds at times, but always the fact that I was to all intents and purposes naked never escaped me for long. When Paul came in to watch me it actually calmed me a little, the barely concealed hunger in his eyes gave me a very warm feeling. I could tell he was feeling the same as I was when he spent the next ten minutes channel hopping on the telly. 

At six, as Paul had said, Tom came back. The look on his face was priceless as he caught sight of me. The way he stopped mid sentence, I almost burst out in laughter I was so happy. During the meal Paul and I chatted as if nothing was untoward but Tom who hadn't quite got into the game, ate most of his meal in silence. That he was aroused was obvious to me though.

Once the meal was finished Paul wasted no time in assuming the role of James, Tom's college room mate, which for this evening at least meant I was to be Jane. As I began to clear the table, Paul told me to leave them before turning to his father and saying, Tom would do it. 

There was the merest pause before Tom rose from his seat to do as he was told. As he began to clear the plates both Paul and I let out our pent up breath, we both knew it had been a pivotal moment. Once Tom had begun to pick up the plates I said,

'James it's so good to see you again.'

'It's good to see you again Jane.' Paul replied. 'How's Tom been looking after you?'

'Tom looks after me very well thank you.'

'Was it he who made you wear that top? I've really enjoyed looking at your tits as I ate.'

I hung my head a little, playing the shy young girl, 'No It was my idea.'

'I see. In that case come and stand beside me.'

I got up and walked around the table to stand with my thighs touching his. I noticed Tom had stopped what he was doing to watch me, Paul told him to carry on clearing the table as he reached up and groped my boobs.

'You are lucky Tom.' Paul said. 'I've never met a girl quite this accommodating before.' After pinching my nipples Paul used both his hands to rip the top open to completely expose my breasts. 'Or one with such and impressive rack. How do you keep your hands off her?'

Tom looked at us open mouthed but didn't speak.

Paul moved his hands from my breasts to my legs and bum. 'Take off your skirt so we can see your snatch better.' 

I did as I was told as demurely as I could, before tossing it to one side and standing up straight again. 'Very nice.' Paul said as he pushed his hand between my legs. 'Christ Tom, she's soaking.' Paul pushed his chair away from the table. 'Jane lie face down on the table and pull your bum cheeks apart. 'Wider!' He snapped before roughly pushed several fingers into me. 'Hey Tom come around here and watch. I bet you fuck this every day don't you! How often does her fuck you Jane?'

'Not that often James.'

'What a waste. I've often wondered, was I your first?' He asked me as he savagely thrust his fingers into me.

'Yes.' I replied as I felt myself starting to come.

'How about that Tom! She was a virgin when I fucked her in front of you.' Paul then pushed a finger into my arse. 'Has any one ever fucked you here?'

'No James, no one ever has.'

'Fucking A1! Tom pass me some butter, I'll use it to lubricate her, better still you can get some into her arse for me.'

'No please not there.' I whimpered. Paul slapped my behind with a loud crack. 

'Shut up.' He said. 'I didn't ask for your opinion.'

'Tom!' He snapped. 'Get some butter up her arse or I swear I'm going to fuck her without it, makes no difference to me.' Paul said as he got up and began to remove his shorts, I had no trouble imagining his hard young cock straining to be inside me.

I felt Tom's gentle fingers touch my anus, possible for the first time. He oh so gently slipped a butter coated finger inside me. I felt myself getting closer to coming just from the anticipation. No one spoke as he prepared me. But after a few moments Paul told him to get out of the way and to pass him the butter. I imagined him coating his cock with it.

'Please James don't fuck me there please!' I whimpered and received another resounding smack on my bum. A second or two later I felt his whole cock enter me in one lunge. I felt his fingers slip into my hair as he held my head tightly in his hand.

'Christ Tom, she is so fucking tight. I don't think I'm going to last long. Ohhh there you go. Man that was intense.' He said as he pulled out leaving me gasping and aching for more. 'Right Tom. Your turn.'

'I couldn't do that to her.' He said with a quiet voice

'Did I ask if you wanted to? No I didn't. Just do as your told and get your dick in that arse.'

I felt Tom close to me and imagined a look of indecision on his face. Paul snapped at him again to do as he was told and I heard as well as felt him undo his trousers and pushing them down his legs. 'I'm sorry about this.' He said as I felt the tip of his cock push against my anus. He slid into me almost un-noticed and began to move slowly and gently at first but when the roof didn't fall on his head his pace grew faster. I came just a little before him and I'm ashamed to say I made a bit of a din! 

Tom exploded into me in the midst of my orgasm, I have to also say, it was one of the strongest I'd ever had with him. As reality slowly returned to me I looked back and smiled at my husband who looked like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

'Thank you. That was just out of this world... Paul?' I asked but he didn't answer. Tom helped me get off the table and told me he had left just as he'd entered me. We went up to our bathroom and showered together, something else we'd not done since we first met. From there we went to our room and made love like we'd not done in far too long.

Shortly after Tom had collapsed back on our bed gasping for breath, I went in search of my son. It was still quite early, about eight. I found him in the lounge watching a film. His eyes lit up when he saw that I was naked. He asked how dad was and I said I'd broken him! He then told me Dad wasn't the only one who enjoyed sloppy seconds as he pulled me down onto the couch. He very quickly had me on my back and wasted no time in slipping himself into my well lubricated vagina. 

Compared to the almost brutal way he had taken me earlier Paul made love to me with every care he could render. I gasped and moaned though two orgasms before he added his own sperm to that of his father's.

Afterwards we lay together watching the rest of the film. When it finished I got him a beer from the fridge before taking one up to Tom who I found lying on his back with a very satisfied look on his face. 

'Did that randy bugger do you again?' He asked as he took the bottle from me.

'I'm too much of a lady to answer that question.' I replied as I leant forward to suck his limp member into my mouth, in a lady like manner of course.

'Oh that feels so good.' He told me. 'If you get it hard I'll do you again myself, although I'm not so sure I'll be able to finish.' His hand massaged my bum and I felt a finger slip into my anus. 'I may even do it here again.' 

I moaned with pleasure and I felt his dick harden in my mouth. Once I was sure he was fully hard I lay on the bed and opened myself for him. Tom showed an agility I'd not seen from him in ages as he seemed to be kneeling behind me in a spit second, moments later I felt him push himself into me with none of the gentleness he had shown the first time. As I felt my own arousal begin I absentmindedly wondered how many times a woman could come in the space of a few hours. I played with my clit as he fucked my arse and came with a grunt which tipped Tom over the edge making him come too, for the third time that evening.



No Regrets Ch. 06



Tracey woke first and had to take a second to get her bearings. She could hear the rain hitting the tent and the rumble of distant thunder. "This is going to be a great day," thought Tracey. "Where did all this rain come from? It wasn't in the forecast, she and Susan had checked. I wonder what time it is...must be about six or six thirty," mused Tracey.

Tracey needed the bathroom bad. Slipping a rain coat over her naked body, she ran across the access road to the Porta-John. As she went out, she had noticed that Susan and Allan were still asleep. As Tracey came back into the tent, Susan opened her eyes and smiled at Tracey.....Susan was still snuggled in Allan's arms in the large sleeping bag.

Mouthing a quiet, "Good Morning, Sis," Tracey removed the rain coat and stood there naked, stretching her arms wide to relieve the kinks from sleeping on the air mattress. As she stretched, Allan awoke and stared at her.

"Oh man," said Allan, "this is the way to wake up....holding one beautiful naked girl in my arms and watching another beautiful naked girl do exercises."

Tracey laughed, not at all self conscious about her nakedness, "I'm not exercising, I'm trying to get the kinks out."

Susan unzipped the sleeping bag and threw the cover off Allan and herself. Allan's prick was standing at full attention, rock hard, its crown almost purple from the engorged blood. "Oh look here, the little fellow is already up and I do mean UP," said Susan. She leaned over and kissed the head of Allan's prick letting her lips slip over just the head. Susan raised up and looked at Tracey, "You wanted to taste Allan's cum....you want some directly from the source?" asked Susan.

"I sure do," said Tracey as she laid down between Allan's legs with her mouth positioned over his prick. She could smell the cum and pussy juices from last night that had dried in the hair around his prick. Tracey looked up at Allan, "If I don't do this right, tell me. Last night was the first time I'd ever had a prick in my mouth." Tracey lowered her head and tongued the head of Allan's prick... pressing it back against his stomach, she ran her tongue down the underside of his prick to his balls and tongued those. Running her lips up his shaft, she slipped her lips over the head of his prick and took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling the large head of his prick fill the back of her mouth and her throat.

"You're doing fine, Tracey." As Tracey's tongue massaged the head of his prick and her lips moved up and down on his shaft, Allan groaned softly, "You're doing better than fine....that's great. I can't believe this is your first time."

Susan gave Allan a quick kiss. "Not only is this her first blow job, but last night was the first time she had ever been fucked by a guy."

"I didn't know....I didn't feel anything last night....except she was tight, really tight," said Allan.

Susan laughed, "Her old boyfriend stuck his cock in her, but when he busted her cherry the blood scared him and he wouldn't go on."

Tracey lifted her mouth from Allan's prick, "That's okay....last night made up for that. I'm glad my cherry was already taken care of...."

Susan placed her hand on top of Tracey's head and push it down...back to Allan's prick. "You suck, honey, we'll talk," said Susan, "you can't talk with your mouth full."

Tracey cupped Allan's balls in her hands and played with them as she continued to moved her mouth up and down on Allan's prick. She could feel Allan making small thrusts upward with his hips as she sucked him. Lifting her head, Tracey looked at Allan, "Tell me when you're going to come - I want to see the first shot," lowering her head Tracey resumed sucking his prick.

After a few minutes Tracey felt Allan's legs twitch...she could feel his thigh muscles tighten up. Allan said, "Oh that's good....real good...suck harder....that's it harder, you won't hurt it.....Ohhh....Ohhhh.....I'm fixing to come." Tracey moved her mouth about six inches back from the head of Allan's prick. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she stroked Allan's prick intending to watch him cum and catch it in her mouth. She felt Allan's prick throb and saw the first spurt of cum, a large one, erupt from the head of his prick. She hadn't expected it to come out with such force....it missed her mouth hitting her on her nose and left cheek...the second spurt hit her lips and mouth before she quickly engulfed his prick, sucking him deep into her mouth. She could feel his prick throb and pulse as he pumped his cum into her mouth. Tracey continued to suck him until she felt the hard prick begin to soften and shrivel.

Tracey kissed Allan's prick one last time, then raising up gave Allan a deep kiss, running her tongue into his mouth letting him taste his own cum. "Hmmm, you really taste good," said Tracey, as she broke the kiss. "Susie said your cum tasted sweet....it does. I liked that.....God, it was like holding my mouth over the water hose and having Susie turn the water on." Susan pulled Tracey to her, gave her a quick kiss, and then proceeded to lick the cum off Tracey's nose and cheek.

Allan gave each of them a quick kiss and got up, his prick now hanging limply between his legs. "That's a nice way to wake up," said Allan. "I could get used to that."

Susan laughed, "I bet you could." "We need to get cleaned up....I need a shower," said Susan. "Me too," echoed Tracey.

"We'll take the car up to the public bath-house -- I'll unhook the boat. We can get cleaned up, then have breakfast at the Park Lodge. There's no sense trying to cook anything in this rain," said Allan. "Then we can decide what we want to do today."

Tracey and Susan were still sitting on the sleeping bag, and Tracey's head was about level with Allan's limp prick. Cupping his balls and prick in her hand, Tracey said, "If nothing else, we can come back here and play around." Tracey gave Allan's limp prick a soft kiss, "After Susan's little fellow here has caught his breath." All three laughed happily at Tracey's suggestion.

"Jesus, it's pouring down," yelled Allan as they came literally tumbling back in the tent to get away from the downpour. "I'm glad this site is on high ground....we'd be flooded otherwise."

They had gotten cleaned up and had breakfast in the cafeteria style restaurant at the Park Lodge and killed some time in the gift shop and the small museum for the Civil War battlefield that was part of the Park. They had watched the local weather on the TV at the Lodge.

"What did that weather man call it" asked Susan, "a stationary front?"

"Said it was going to be like this until tomorrow," said Allan. It had gotten noticeably darker when they left the lodge and just as they arrived at the tent site the downpour started. The interior of the tent was quite dark. Allan tried turning on the light bulb hanging from the tent's center pole, but the power was still off.

"Gals, I'm sorry....I didn't think we would run into this kind of weather," said Allan.

Susan gave Allan a kiss. "Don't be silly, it's not your fault.....Tracey and I checked the weather before we left yesterday, it was suppose to be cloudy but nice," said Susan, hugging Allan. "We'll have to rough it," she said laughing, "just like the pioneers."

At that moment they heard someone yell, "Any one home?" They hadn't heard the jeep drive up with all the rain and thunder. A young man in a raincoat and rain hat walked up to the front of the tent and standing under the front awning removed his hat and shook it. He looked at the three of them and smiled. "Sorry, to bother you. I'm a Park Ranger and we're just checking to be sure everyone is okay in all this weather. The name's Brent Mosser," he said holding out his hand to Allan. "Looks like you guys are ok....nice and dry."

They all introduced themselves. Brent was about Allan's age and after a few minutes discussion they found out that Brent was also a Junior at the university, majoring in Forestry. He was working as a summer employee at the Park.

"I'd better getting going, I've still got about a dozen sites to check," said Brent. Luckily there aren't very many people here this week....if this were Labor Day week, it would be a madhouse." Brent glance around at the tent, "You guys are in good shape, you've got a good tent and this is an excellent site. If you do have any problems, there is an emergency phone up at the bathhouse....you can't call anywhere on it....it's connected directly to the Ranger office. Some one is there 24 hours, so if you run into any problems just call."

They stood under the awning and watched Brent run to his jeep....he gave them a wave as he drove away. "You know, he was kinda cute, wasn't he," said Tracey. "May be he'll check on us again."

Susan laughed, "From the way he looked at you with that outfit you have on, I wouldn't be surprised if he came around again." Tracey was wearing white shorts, almost 'Hot Pants' that let the cheeks of her ass peek out the back, and a tight white halter top. "I don't think he even noticed Allan and I were here."

Tracey blushed at Susan's teasing, "It wasn't that bad.......was it?"

They sat down on the air mattress's just inside the tent. After a few minutes discussion they had decided they would just stay there, in the tent, rather than get out in the weather.

"I know," said Tracey, "lets play cards......lets play Strip Poker.....I've always wanted to do that."

"Do we have any cards?" asked Susan.

"Sure, there some in the camping equipment bag. Dad and I would play if the we got caught like this in the rain," said Allan.

"Okay, but we need to spell out the rules," said Susan. "How about this, the high hand gets to tell the low hand what to do, what to take off. If the low hand is naked, then the high hand gets to tell the low hand what to do himself or some one else. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," said Allan.

As they played cards, Tracey lost the first three hands and was down to only her bikini panties. "Are you sure you guys aren't cheating on me?" asked Tracey. But then Susan lost the next two hands and Allan lost the two after that....then Tracey lost again and had to remove her panties.

Susan laughed and said, "Now it gets interesting."

Tracey won the next two hands and Allan had lost both....he was now naked as well, his prick standing up rigidly from his lap. Susan still had her panties on. Tracey lost the next hand and Susan won.

"I want you to kiss and lick Allan's prick...two kisses and one lick all way down his shaft, said Susan.

Tracey eagerly complied. Susan lost the next hand and then the one after that. Allan was the winner so he told her, "I want you to suck Tracey's tits while you finger fuck her."

This off and on foreplay continued for several hands until all three were thoroughly aroused. Allan's prick had shiny beads of pre-come glistening on it in the dim light of the tent. Susan won the last hand and Allan lost. Susan said, "I want you to let Tracey fuck you in your ass with her vibrator while you're fucking me.....you'll like it."

Tracey quickly retrieved her vibrator and a small tube of K-Y jelly from her overnight bag. Susan had pulled Allan on top of her and slipped his rigid prick into her pussy.....Allan was slowly stroking his prick into her pussy. Tracey spread Allan's ass cheeks and smeared a generous amount of jelly on his asshole. Tracey took her finger and worked it into his asshole spreading the jelly and relaxing his muscles for the vibrator. Tracey place the tip of the vibrator on his puckered asshole and began to gently push it in. Tracey would push forward then draw it back, push forward then back, slowly fucking his asshole and penetrating a little deeper each time. When she felt the penetration go about an inch and a half deep into his ass, pass the major sphincter muscle, she thrust the vibrator deep into his ass. She heard Allan moan as she began to fuck his ass with longer strokes of the vibrator. With it buried deep in his ass, she threw the switch and activated it....she felt Allan's body give a jerk as he felt the vibration start deep in his ass.

"Oh God......that feels good," said Allan. "I feel like I'm totally filled up....I can feel the vibrations....feel it in my balls and in my prick."

Tracey began to stroke the vibrator in an out of Allan's ass.....it was tight but it moved much more freely now. Tracey could feel Allan actually pushing his ass back on it as she pushed it into him.....trying to get it even deeper into his ass. Allan's strokes into Susan's pussy had increased.....he was ramming his prick into her pussy as deep as he could.....Susan was thrusting her hips up to meet his prick as it pounded into her pussy. Susan began to moan softly and grabbed Allan's buttocks trying to pull him bodily into her throbbing pussy as she felt her orgasm sweep over her.

When Tracey heard Allan begin to moan and whisper Susan's name, Tracey reached in and grasped his balls in her hand and began to massage them. The effect on Allan was almost instantaneous.

"Ohhhh.......Susie.....Susie.....I'm going to cum," moaned Allan as Tracey thrust the vibrator all the way into his ass. "Oh God....I'm cumming....I'm cuuummmminng." Allan's body went stiff, his prick buried deep in Susan's pussy, then he collapsed on Susan, hugging her, "Lord, I thought I was never going to stop cumming.....that was terrific.....," gasped Allan.

Tracey removed the vibrator as Allan rolled off Susan. Tracey looked at Allan's semi-hard prick, now coated with cum and Susan's juices....Tracey lowered her head and took Allan's prick in her mouth and gently sucked it clean. Finishing with a kiss to it, Tracey looked up at them and said, "You guys taste good." Allan pulled her up beside them and gave Tracey a quick kiss. They laid there quietly listening to the rain and thunder, just enjoying the moment. It had been a busy night and morning....the sound of the rain on the tent lulled them to them to sleep.

Susan woke to a particularly loud clap of thunder. Glancing at Allan and Tracey she noted they were still asleep. "Damn," thought Susan, "I feel good....it must be the sex. I never realized I'd enjoy it this much....feel this good....this satisfied." She looked at Tracey and Allan and smiled, "I'm glad we did this, the three of us," she thought. "God, I love them both." Very quietly, trying not to wake them, Susan leaned over and began to gently lick Allan's sleeping prick. She could feel it respond to her gentle licks....start to thicken and grow larger. At the same time she gently slipped a finger between Tracey's pussy lips, Tracey's pussy was still moist with her pussy juices from earlier. Susan gently stroked her finger in and out of Tracey's pussy and as Allan's prick got larger and began to stand erect, she slowly took his prick into her mouth.

Susan felt Allan's hand on her head as he began to thrust his prick up into her mouth...she knew he was awake. Turning her head, but keeping his prick in her mouth, Susan looked at him, Allan was smiling at her, enjoying her efforts. Susan began to finger Tracey even harder and felt her stir.

"Ohhhh.....that feels good," said Tracey. "That's the kind of alarm clock I like." Tracey rolled closer to Allan and gave him a deep probing kiss.

Susan sat up, "Here Tracey....I got him good and ready, get your pussy on his prick...get on top....you fuck him."

Tracey immediately straddled Allan's hips and as Susan guided his prick between her pussy lips, Tracey lowered her pussy onto Allan's prick.....squirming her ass about, driving his prick as deep into her as she could. "Oh...Oh, I like it this way....it feels so good......my pussy feels completely filled up. That's it....that's it," moaned Tracey, as she began to move her ass up and down driving his prick into her throbbing pussy. "That's it...push it in....fuck me hard," gasped Tracey, as Allan began to thrust his hips up to meet Tracey's ass as she came down on his prick. Tracey would lift her ass until only the head of Allan's prick was still in her pussy, then quickly slide her pussy back down Allan's shaft. As Tracey lifted her ass, she suddenly yelled, "Huh-Oh, it slipped out....put it back...put it back in me." Allan guided his prick back to her pussy lips and Tracey moaned softly as she settled her pussy back down on his rigid shaft.

Susan watched Tracey and Allan......she was amazed at how good it felt to watch them...to watch Tracey screwing Allan's prick into her pussy as hard as she could. Tracey began to pound her pussy down upon Allan's prick even harder and faster....sitting up slightly, she drove his prick even deeper into her pussy....Allan raised up slightly and began to suck and nibble on her tits, sucking her nipple into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue.

"Ohhh....suck it, Allan, suck it hard," moaned Tracey, as she continued to work her pussy up and down his rigid prick. "That's it....That's it," gasped Tracey.

Allan gripped her hips and began to thrust his prick into her hot pussy at a furious pace.....he felt Tracey's body begin to tremble as she yelled, "OOHHhhhhh.......I'm going to cum......harder, fuck me harder........AAggggghhh....I'm cummmiiing....cummminnng," gasped Tracey as she collapsed on his chest. Allan felt his prick erupt and spew his cum into Tracey's pussy as she hugged him, pressing her pussy down on his spewing cock as hard as she could....milking the cum out of it.

As they lay there spent, Susan laid down beside them, draping her arm over them, and giving Allan a deep kiss. "You guys were beautiful," said Susan. "I thought I was going to cum just watching you." Tracey turned her head on Allan's chest so she could look at Susan....Susan leaned in and gave Tracey a deep kiss thrusting her tongue into Tracey's mouth. Pulling back Susan smiled at Tracey and asked, "How are you liking camping out, little sister?'

Tracey chuckled, "It's great....I just didn't know it could be so exhausting." Allan laughed, Tracey said, "Oh, that feels good....I can feel your prick move when you laugh." Tracey gave Allan a quick kiss, "I can understand why Susan likes that 'Little Fellow' so much." Tracey rolled off Allan and his prick now only semi-hard plopped out of her pussy, scattering cum and pussy juices on his stomach and thighs. Tracey leaned over him and said, "Susan and I need to clean you up," as she licked the cum off his legs. Susan took his limp prick in her mouth and proceeded to suck and lick it clean.

"Oh God...that feels good," moaned Allan. "This is just our first day, you two may have to carry me home in a basket after three days of this."

Susan laughed, his prick still in her mouth but now soft and flaccid, "Don't worry, we won't let our little fellow get too tired out."

After the kid had stowed the groceries in the trunk of the car, Tracey thanked him and drove out of the market parking lot and headed back to the State Park. "It's a good thing it's a beautiful day," thought Tracey, "I don't think my pussy could have taken another day of having to stay in the tent." Tracey smiled to herself as she thought of the day before..... considering the whole day and evening, Allan had screwed her two..no three times, before they had finally gone to sleep last night. "Lord, he screwed Susan at least three times as well," she chuckled to herself, "he needed a rest today."

When they woke this morning, it was beautiful....brilliant sunshine and very little wind. Tracy had volunteered to make a grocery run....it would give Allan and Susan some time alone....so Tracey wasn't in any hurry to get back. At the Park, Tracey pulled in to the lot for the Park Lodge, she wanted to visit the gift shop and pick up something for Mom and Grandma. She also wanted a souvenir for herself, to help remind her of this camping trip. Tracey smiled to herself as she parked the car, thinking, "They probably don't have the perfect souvenir, a penis shaped dildo."




No Regrets Ch. 06



Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback, I really appreciate it -- however, I write like a snail, so I'm pretty shocking with the updates, sorry : /

NB: Fictitious story with fictitious people and situations, always use protection, blah blah blah

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Deacon grabbed two beers from the fridge, flipped the caps off and made his way into the lounge, where Mark was sitting on the sofa, his bowed head not hiding the tense look set on his face. Deacon gently kicked Mark's foot with his and cleared his throat, waiting until Mark looked up at him before offering one of the beers. Deacon's stomach clenched as he noticed the care Mark had taken not to let their fingers touch as he took the bottle. Deacon sat down in the armchair next to the sofa, both boys feeling the gravity of the act. After a month of hardly keeping their hands off each other, sitting in separate chairs whilst they were alone was an intimacy gap equivalent to the Grand Canyon. And the silence accompanying them was of the awkward variety, rather than the comfortably exhausted sort they had become accustomed to. Deacon finished half his beer with a long pull before leaning forward and putting the bottle on the coffee table with a muted thud.

"So," Deacon started, his eyes flicking over Mark's taut face. He had meant to say more, but his head was suddenly too jumbled, his mouth too dry. Mark sipped at his beer and met Deacon's eyes.

"So?" Mark asked slowly, his eyebrows raised, his lips set in a firm line. "C'mon man, you were the one that wanted to talk, right? So talk." Deacon pressed his eyes closed briefly before looking at Mark.

"Don't do this, Mark," Deacon said, anger and desperation vying for control of his voice. "Don't stone wall me now, not after...everything." Mark heard the tone and sighed heavily, shaking his head. He knew that they had to settle things now, but Mark couldn't bring himself to give Deacon up, couldn't make it so easy to finish. Something in him was telling him to fight it, a part of himself that he was struggling to keep under control.

"I'm sorry," Mark sighed, putting his beer down and running his hand through his increasingly shaggy hair; Deacon had said that he should grow it, give him something to hold onto when Mark sucked him off. Mark swallowed heavily, thinking about that moment a few weeks earlier, thinking it felt like a lifetime ago now. "I'm not...it's just gonna be weird, y'know?" Mark let out a long shaky breath and looked across at Deacon. "All this time without anyone else around, it's gonna be weird with the girls back...quitting this cold turkey." A pained expression flitted across Deacon's face, his heart aching unexpectedly as Mark's words shut the door on a prospect Deacon hadn't even really considered.

"Yeah, you're right," Deacon agreed with a lump in his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I mean, we had a good run, but now..." Deacon trailed off, part of him willing Mark to just fuck him there on the couch, everything else be damned. But Mark was too focused on what Deacon had said to notice the pleading intensity in Deacon's eyes. 'We had a good run, but now...' Mark knew what that meant, he knew Deacon was saying it was over without having to actually say it.

"Just like you said," Mark said with a slow nod. "We just had to...get this out of our systems. Right?" Deacon cringed inwardly as he heard his words thrown back at him, his own lies coming full circle.

"Right. Like I said," Deacon agreed, the words grating painfully past the empty grin he plastered on his face. "I'm with Sarah, you're with Marie, peanut butter goes with jelly, and I need another beer." Deacon stood abruptly and went to the kitchen, opened two more beers and brought them back to the lounge. "It won't even be that bad," Deacon suggested, hoping as he said it that it would be true. "I mean, the girls are back in two days, our families will be back in a week, school starts the week after that. There won't be that much time to think about it." Mark nodded in agreement, and both boys sat and drank their beers in silence. Eventually, Mark dragged his gaze away from the toes of his shoes and looked at Deacon.

"Deac, are you okay?" Mark asked hesitantly. "With this, I mean," he added, gesturing toward Deacon and then himself. "We can go back to the way things were, right?" Mark held his breath, his beer tilting dangerously to the side as he waited for the blonde's answer. Mark knew that breaking it off was what they had to do, but it wasn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss Deacon until neither of them could breath, claim every inch of skin with his tongue, stay as far inside the heat of Deacon as he could, for as long as he could. But his pride prevented him from telling Deacon any of that. Because more than anything, he wanted his friend...his lover to want it too. Deacon looked at Mark for a long time, a strange expression on his face.

"Yeah...we can. We will," Deacon said quietly, firmly. "Everything will be like it was, this'll stay our secret, and no one will even know anything happened." Deacon grinned softly and shrugged. "We probably won't even remember why we had a big emo moment over it later." Mark snorted and rolled his eyes, a faint grin pulling at his mouth as he took a swig from his bottle. The decision had been made, the mood had been broken, and Mark hoped that Deacon could be right; maybe in a couple of weeks time, he wouldn't be able to remember why he'd made such a big deal over the whole thing. It's not like things were so bad before - Mark had a loving girlfriend, a great bunch of friends, a caring family. Things had just gotten...skewed, with just the two of them involved, mountains out of molehills. Mark finished the last of his beer with a loud slurp and plonked the bottle down on the coffee table.

"That's it, then? Talk over?" Mark asked. Deacon considered it, then nodded slowly. "And we're good?" Mark continued, eyebrows raised. Deacon smiled at him, his eyes soft and warm.

"Yeah, man. We're good."

"Cool," Mark grinned back before exhaling slowly into the silence. "So...what should we do now?"

"Wanna play some Halo?" Deacon suggested, standing up and gathering the bottles from the table. Mark shrugged back and nodded, switching the console on as Deacon made his way into the kitchen. As the game started loading, Mark ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily. Playing video games would probably be what they would be doing anyway, but now that he knew he couldn't have Deacon anymore, all Mark wanted to do was touch Deacon, kiss him, fuck him into oblivion. More than usual.

"Mark?" Deacon waved another beer in front of Mark's face.

Mark looked up and took the bottle, forcing a grin onto his face. "Let's play, bitch."

*******

Several hours and a six pack of beer later, Mark declared he was all Halo-ed out. Deacon crouched down next to the console, and sorted through the game discs.

"GT or DOA?"

Mark screwed up his nose. "Ugh, I'm sick of both of those."

"Only because I kick your ass every time," Deacon replied with a laugh.

"Yeah, well its not like we've been getting much practise in lately."

The air seemed to get sucked out of the room in the silence following Mark's implication. Deacon cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

"...That's true."

Mark clenched his jaw, a tight smile on his face. "Yeah. So, um. How about Call of Duty?"

Deacon rolled his eyes, glad to be ignoring the awkward tension. "Pfft, you're only picking that so we'll be on the same side and you won't get your ass whooped."

"Well at least I can handle ass whoopage," Mark snarked light heartedly.

"I seem to recall your temper tantrums being the reason we no longer play Madden?"

"That's different - you actually play...played football, unfair tactical advantage. And what am I, a three year old? They weren't temper tantrums, dude."

Mark snorted. "Ugh, semantics. Hissy fits then." Mark smiled sunnily at Deacon's narrowed eyes.

"I'll show you a hissy fit," Deacon growled. He hopped up onto the coffee table and launched at Mark, performing an elbow drop on the way down. Deacon's elbow caught Mark in the gut, and he fell sideways on the couch with a winded gasp. Deacon pinned Mark beneath him, covered Mark's head and shoulders with a cushion and started punching it playfully.

"How's this for a hissy fit, huh?" Deacon said, half laughing half

panting. He continued to pummel Mark's cushioned body.

"Aargh...no....stop it," Mark gasped, his voice and laughter muffled.

"C'mon, I didn't mean...ow!...mean it...Uncle, uncle!" Deacon removed the cushion and the boys grinned at each other, both flushed and panting. Mark raised one of his hands to Deacon's side, meaning to push him off. But his hand, seeming to move on its own accord, found a strip of tan skin where Deacon's shirt had ridden up, and Mark slowly drew his thumb across the exposed flesh. Deacon's breath hitched at the contact, his eyes burning into Mark's as Mark continued to stroke Deacon's side. Deacon swallowed and quickly got up off the couch.

"I'm getting another beer," Deacon said, his voice uneven. "Load whatever game you want." He turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

Mark looked toward the kitchen, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, wondering anxiously if these feelings, these compulsions and urges, would disappear just because he wanted them to. If he wanted them to. Mark closed his eyes tightly, hearing his grandpa's favourite proverb in the back of his head. 'Either shit or get off the pot, boy.' Although he was sure his pop would never have meant it for this situation, it held true anyway. Go after it or let it go. And they would let it go; that was the plan, it was what Deacon wanted. And it was the right thing to do, Mark knew they both agreed on that much. But Mark didn't want to let it go until the very last moment possible. His hands all but shaking with want, he jumped up from the sofa and moved quietly into the kitchen where Deacon was sculling a beer beside the sink, finishing it with a deep sigh.

As Deacon set the empty bottle down on the bench, he was startled by two warm hands on his hips, quickly followed by a puff of hot, moist breath on the back of his neck. Deacon could feel goose bumps rising on his skin, a coil of heat unfurling in his gut at the touch. His throat dry despite the beer, Deacon willed his dick to behave and tightened his grip on the bench top.

"Mark..." Deacon started, cringing as he heard the quiver in his voice. He could feel Mark's lips grazing over his neck, could hear his own blood pounding in his ears.

"Shh," Mark murmured against Deacon's neck, his hands moving around the blonde's waist and popping the top button of his jeans. "Don't we get some sort of...break-up fuck?"

Deacon shivered at Mark's low, husky whisper against his skin and unconsciously leaned into the sound as Mark made quick work of undoing Deacon's fly. Mark kissed along Deacon's neck as one of his hands dipped below the blonde's boxers, his fingers circling Deacon's already hardening cock, stroking the velvety shaft excruciatingly slowly. Deacon bit his lip to hold back a moan and closed his eyes.

"Mark, don't, we said, we agreed," Deacon stammered, breathing heavily, his body going along with the idea even as he weakly protested. Mark licked behind Deacon's ear and flicked his thumb over the sensitive head of his friend's cock, grinding his own hips forward into Deacon. Deacon's cock twitched as he felt Mark's own hardness against his ass.

"We fucked last night..." Mark's voice husky and distracted, "...several times... so what's once more gonna hurt?" he continued, his free hand roaming under Deacon's t-shirt and caressing the smooth skin underneath. "Mmm, maybe twice more..." Deacon grinned before he could help it, pushing back against Mark's straining erection. "Our secret, right? No one has to know," Mark started, when Deacon's cell phone chose that moment to beep from the lounge, dragging him back to reality faster than a heartbeat.

Mark felt Deacon's whole body stiffen against him when the phone beeped, and he stilled his hands instantly. It was probably Sarah, and here he was about to fuck his best friend less than half a day after they had decided to go back to being friends without benefits.

"Deac..." Mark pulled his hands away from Deacon and stepped back. Deacon choked back a groan at the loss, and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He turned around and crushed his lips against Mark's before burying his face in Mark's neck.

"Just...just tonight, okay? Tomorrow...tomorrow'll be it, like a dry run," Deacon said against Mark's flushed skin, ignoring the desperation behind his words. Ignoring the voice in his head that was wondering why he needed a deadline if he was so over it. Mark nodded, troubled by how relieved he was that Deacon had agreed to a few more hours together like that.

His mouth watered a little when he felt Deacon's cock pressing against his hip, his lips tingling like they knew it could be last time they would wrap themselves around Deacon's length. Mark pushed Deacon up against the pantry by his hips before dropping to his knees and tugging down Deacon's open pants and underwear. Mark licked his palm and stroked Deacon slowly, forcing Deacon's legs further apart with his knees.

Mark licked his lips and placed his mouth over the head of Deacon's hard shaft, suckling on it wetly as he stroked. Deacon dropped his head back against the pantry door.

"Fuuuuck," Deacon groaned. Mark licked the underside from base to tip, then swirled his tongue along the sides before sucking on the tip again, his tongue stroking the sensitive spot below the slit. Deacon fisted his hands in Mark's hair, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting forward into Mark's teasing mouth. Deacon let out a breathless moan as Mark finally took pity on him, working Deacon's aching cock into his mouth, and the blonde looked down, his breath catching in his chest at the sight of his best friend, on his knees, lips stretched around his dick, sultry brown eyes staring unwaveringly up at him. Deacon felt the tip of his cock nudge the back of Mark's throat, his breath coming in ragged bouts as he watched Mark's throat work and swallow him down, eyes watering slightly.

Mark swallowed a few more times once he felt his lips reach the base of Deacon's dick, opening his throat up; if this was the last time he would ever suck Deacon off, the possessive side of him wanted Deacon to always remember it. With that in mind, he drew his mouth up Deacon's dick, sucking as he went, cheeks hollowed out as he created a tight vacuum in his mouth. When just the head remained between his spit-slick lips, he swallowed the whole shaft down again, deep throating Deacon in one go.

Mark gripped Deacon's hips, stilling them against the pantry door as Deacon tried to jerk forward in his mouth, and started sucking up and down on Deacon's pole torturously slow, breathing through his nose and timing his swallows so he was able to deep throat Deacon on each downward motion. Deacon's hands were still clutching Mark's brown locks, hoarse curses and jumbled words spilling from his mouth.

"Oh...fuck, Mark...so good, so...oh God, just like that," Deacon muttered, his head lolling against the door. He felt one of Mark's hands drift from his hip, around the back of his thigh, fingers brushing down the crease of his ass. Deacon moaned and widened his legs further, a jolt traveling through his body as a finger separated his cheeks and swirled around the pucker of his hole. Deacon untangled a hand from Mark's hair and grabbed Mark's searching hand by the wrist, yanking it up to his mouth. Mark slowed his sucking as he watched Deacon draw one of Mark's fingers into his warm, wet mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing it and pushing Mark's hand back to his ass. Mark continued the suction of Deacon's shaft as he worked his wet finger into Deacon's hole, pushing the digit in past the second knuckle before crooking it upwards, searching for and finding the bundle of nerves inside of Deacon. Deacon gasped and jerked his hips against Mark's hand as a jolt of pleasure surged through his cock.

"Fuck, oh Jesus...I-I'm gonna...shit, suck it Mark, oh God," Deacon groaned, his hands tightening in Mark's hair each time Mark drew his fingertip over Deacon's prostate.

Mark could feel Deacon's ass tighten around his finger, his balls drawing up tightly and his cock growing even bigger as Deacon started coming. Mark pressed his finger down inside Deacon's ass and swallowed repeatedly as his best friend's cock jerked in his mouth, spewing ropes of hot, salty cum down his throat. Mark looked up as he took Deacon's load, could feel a little dribble out the side of his mouth, Deacon's glazed eyes on his, his own cock straining at his zipper as he watched his friend lose control, throaty whimpers escaping on every exhale. Deacon let his head fall back on the pantry door as Mark sucked him clean and pulled himself to his feet by Deacon's hips.

Mark took in the rise and fall of Deacon's chest, his lips parted, eyes closed, head tilted back against the door. Eventually, he opened his eyes and found Mark staring at him. Deacon gripped the back of Mark's head and ran fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck before pulling his head forward, meeting his lips in a lazy kiss. Mark tilted his head to the side as the kiss deepened, his hands resting comfortably on Deacon's bare hips. Mark sighed into the kiss as Deacon's tongue claimed his mouth, his lips plump and warm. Deacon pulled away and gasped a breath, his forehead leaning on Mark's.

"So hot...your eyes, when you're doing that...looking right at me," Deacon mumbled, his hot breath mingling with Mark's in the space between their swollen lips.

"Shut up," Mark whispered, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Deacon laughed lowly and pressed his lips against Mark's briefly. Tugging at Deacon's hips, Mark slowly walked them away from the pantry and through to Deacon's bedroom.

Mark pushed Deacon down on the bed and quickly shucked his shirt and kicked his jeans off. Mark gripped his hard cock and stroked it a few times, spreading precum over the head, a breathy moan escaping from him as he watched Deacon scoot up the bed after ditching his own clothes, his legs drawing up and spreading apart, tongue unconsciously trailing over his lower lip, eyes hooded and fixed on Mark's swollen shaft.

"Fuck me," Deacon whispered, his gaze drifting up Mark's body and latching onto his dark eyes. A blush rose on Deacon's neck and cheeks as he propped himself up on his elbows, his stomach clenching. "Just...fuck me, Mark." Mark swallowed heavily before kneeling on the bed and hoisting Deacon's calves over his hips. Deacon exhaled sharply as Mark canted his hips forward, his wet cockhead rubbing against Deacon's hole. "Mmmph, please," Deacon pleaded, thrusting his hips upwards, his voice tight and strained. Mark hitched Deacon's legs higher on his hips, Deacon's ass lifting off the bed slightly, his ankles crossing just above Mark's ass.

Mark lined his cockhead up at Deacon's hole and, slowly but steadily, pushed his dick through Deacon's ring and into his ass, his breath hitching as his balls nestled against Deacon's crack. Deacon let out a long, soft moan, reaching out and drawing Mark down onto his body by his shoulders, Mark planting his arms on either side of Deacon's head. Smoothing his hands over Mark's chest and coming to rest on either side of his neck, Deacon kissed Mark wetly, thrusting his ass into Mark's hips. Mark pulled away from Deacon's mouth and kissed his ear softly.

"I'm not gonna fuck you," Mark murmured against the shell of Deacon's ear, his voice low and tender, one of his fingers curling around a lock of Deacon's hair, tugging gently. "I don't want us to fuck this time," Mark continued, knowing what he wanted to tell Deacon, but not wanting to actually say it out loud and make it real. Deacon let out a long breath and wrapped his arms around Mark. Mark could feel him nodding against his shoulder, planting light, languid kisses across his neck. Mark started moving his cock in and out of Deacon, his thrusts deep and slow, rocking Deacon back and forth on the bed. Deacon was tightening his arms and legs around Mark on each inward stroke, his leaking cock rubbing against their stomachs, their quiet but lengthy grunts and moans filling the air after each thrust.




No Regrets Ch. 06



"Oh fuck," Mark gasped, "so fucking good, baby, you feel so fucking good."

"Don't, don't say that," Deacon groaned into Mark's neck, "just...ughhh...don't..." Deacon trailed off, biting down on the join of Mark's neck and shoulder as his orgasm rocked through him, his cock spurting hot cum between their bodies. Mark rocked forward a few more times before his body tensed, arching into Deacon and cumming deep inside him.

Mark sighed contentedly as he slumped on top of Deacon's prone form, the blonde's legs relaxing and unwrapping from around Mark's waist. Deacon yawned as Mark nuzzled his neck, his hair damp with sweat, curling at the ends. Deacon rested his hands on Mark's hips and tilted his head to the side as Mark kissed the hollow of his throat.

"So is twice the limit?" Mark whispered against Deacon's flushed skin, his teasing question seeming unnervingly heavy. Deacon drew his hands up along Mark's back and cradled his lover's face in his hands.

"I won't tell if you don't," Deacon whispered back before kissing Mark firmly, his mouth parting and snaring Mark's upper lip with a slight suck. Mark sighed into the kiss, his tongue stroking against Deacon's own, slow and gentle. Deacon gradually flipped them over so he was on top, straddling Mark.

"Our secret," Mark said quietly. Deacon nodded, and then they lost themselves again.

*******

Dim streetlight streaked in through the open curtains of Deacon's bedroom, illuminating the bed where Deacon lay on his side, Mark at his back, his softening cock still buried inside Deacon.

"How did this happen, man?" Deacon murmured. "I mean, seriously, I really thought I'd have more of a problem with...all of this stuff." Mark snorted quietly, speaking between the kisses and bites along Deacon's neck.

"Ditto. If someone told me six months ago that I'd be balls deep in my best friend right now, I would've punched their lights out." Deacon smoothed his hand up Mark's thigh and grinned.

"What about now?" Deacon asked.

"Yeah, well, I think my current position answers that question," Mark laughed. "And anyway, you can't hit someone for telling the truth," he added, leaning over and quirking an eyebrow at his lover. Deacon rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, I mean...what if someone found out about this?" Deacon asked his serious eyes on Mark's. "What if..." Deacon bit his lip, "what if someone told you they knew?"

"You trying to tell me something here?" Mark asked back, his stomach fluttering suddenly, fear and a giddy sort of excitement tumbling together in his gut. Deacon rolled his eyes again, an exasperated sigh escaping.

"No, dude, come on. Who would I tell? I was just wondering, what would happen if people did know." Mark didn't answer; instead, he gently pulled out of Deacon and flopped down beside him. Eventually he shrugged and looked at Deacon, who had rolled over to face Mark.

"I don't know. I can think of worse things," Mark said. "I'd be more worried about people knowing I cheated than being called a fag, anyway." Deacon nodded and Mark looked curiously at him. "So what would you do, if someone knew?" Deacon shook his head and sighed.

"I don't even want to consider it," Deacon said, a shiver running down his spine as he thought of his father. "Never mind," Deacon said with another shake of his head. "I don't know why I brought it up anyway, doesn't even matter."

"No...don't suppose it does matter," Mark agreed softly. He rolled onto his side and reached out hesistantly, running his fingers down the side of Deacon's face. Deacon gave his friend a puzzled look and Mark blushed and jerked his hand away, suddenly embarrassed by the intimate nature of his gesture. Deacon grasped Mark's retreating hand in his own, staring directly into Mark's troubled face.

"Hey, you okay?" Deacon asked quietly, his stomach churning at the intensity he saw in Mark's brown eyes, confused at the way his heart was reacting to the unreadable gaze.

"This...this thing. What does it, I mean, what was it, to you?"

"What was it? What do you mean?"

"Like if you had to define it in a word, what was it? Us, this past month." Mark held his breath as answers he both wanted to hear and feared most dashed around in his head; amazing, special, new, scary, confusing, something, everything...

Deacon swallowed thickly, not knowing if what he was hearing in Mark's voice and seeing in his eyes was really there, or if Deacon was just imagining it; imagining the unspoken question in Mark's words, a confused sort of hope in those beautiful, deep pools of brown. Hope for something that Deacon wouldn't, couldn't do, couldn't even consider without fear paralysing him. Deacon forced a frown and a wry smile.

"...Sex? Why, what would you have called it?"

"Yeah, sex. Just...just wondered," Mark replied, turning onto his back, his voice quiet and deflated. He hadn't really expected Deacon to confess his epic gay love, wasn't even certain that was what he wanted; but just an acknowledgement of how intense the last month had been would have made Mark feel less alone, a little less confused.

"Wondered what?" Deacon asked, dreading the answer but unable to stop himself from asking. Mark shrugged.

"If we were on the same page. About all of this." There it was, Deacon thought. One last opportunity to own up, to come clean about how he was really feeling about the whole fucked up situation. They could have something, Deacon admitted to himself. They could make this thing into something...more. More than he had ever had with Sarah. He could tell that Mark was trying to say it, ask it, and God help him, Deacon wanted to keep whatever it was that they had found together too.

"Mark..." A panic rose in Deacon's throat, bitter like bile, as too many what ifs and what abouts flooded his mind at once. It was too hard, too much, and Deacon swallowed everything down, all the thoughts and hopes and fears and them, only holding on tight to the safety of their agreement. "Wasn't...wasn't that what our talk was all about?"

"Yeah. I guess it was. Forget it." Mark turned toward Deacon and rested his chin against the blonde's shoulder, planting a lingering kiss on the warm skin before rolling away and sitting up on the edge of the bed. Mark found his underwear and quickly pulled them on before gathering up his discarded clothes from the floor. Deacon sat up on the bed and frowned as Mark made his way to the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh..." Mark stopped at the doorway and looked back at his friend. "I...I thought it might be better if I slept in the guestroom."

"What? Why?"

"I didn't think we should...wake up together. Start the day how we mean to finish it."

"Oh," Deacon said quietly, the reality that they had just shared their last fuck ever sinking in. "Right. Okay."

"But, y'know, I can...." Mark wet his lips and shrugged. Deacon shook his head.

"No, no, you're right. Its probably a good idea for you not to sleep here."

"Okay. Okay, good." Mark stood in the doorway awkwardly, knowing he should go but feeling like something was still being left unsaid, something still hanging between them.

"The, um, the bed's all made up, there's extra blankets and towels and stuff in the closet, if you need them."

"Okay. Thanks. So I'll...uh, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. G'night," Deacon offered lamely, the exchange feeling weak and fake to both of them. Mark lowered his eyes and struggled to breath through the growing lump in his throat.

"...Goodnight," Mark said softly before walking through the door, leaving Deacon alone, still sitting upright in the rumpled bed.

*******

Mark was gone. Deacon realised after a few silent seconds that he wasn't coming back into the room, he wasn't coming back to bed...Mark wasn't coming back to him, not like that, not ever again. 'Not yet,' Deacon thought. 'I'm not ready, I'm not ready for this to be really over.' His mouth had gone dry, his stomach felt queasy and his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. Deacon threw back the covers and grabbed his underwear from the floor, hopping to the door as he hastily put his boxers on; adrenaline coursing through him, he could feel the blood pumping in his ears. Deacon turned through the door and skidded to a stop in front of Mark, who was leaning against the wall in the hallway, head down, his eyes closed but popping open comically upon Deacon's arrival.

"I...I just..." Mark trailed off, hurriedly pushing off the wall, his clothes tumbling from his hands in the process, the blush spreading across his face barely visible in the darkness. Deacon hesitated for a moment, thrown off by Mark's presence outside his bedroom, not really knowing why he had rushed after his friend, or why Mark was still loitering in the hall. His heart still beating double time, Deacon shook off his apprehension and licked his lips.

"It wasn't just sex," Deacon said hoarsely. "It wasn't. It was...it was..." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his thoughts unknowingly mirroring Mark's: amazing, special, new, scary, confusing, something, everything... "This was an intense month. It meant...something. I didn't want this to be over without you knowing that."

"I..." Mark cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. Me too." Deacon licked his lips and stepped closer to Mark, thinking that the whole state could probably hear his heart pounding.

"Can I..." Deacon lightly laid his hands on Mark's hips and moved his head forward until their noses were almost touching, their breath mingling in the space between their lips. Mark drew his head back just a fraction.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Deac," he whispered. Deacon closed his eyed and nodded, breath hitching in his throat.

"Yeah...yeah, you're right, I just..." Mark didn't let Deacon finish before cutting him off with a kiss.

It was just a gentle press of lips, neither man making any attempt to deepen it. Deacon broke contact briefly so they could both take a breath before Mark kissed him again, both of his hands moving to cradle Deacon's face. A strangled whimper rose from Deacon's throat, and planting both palms on Mark's chest, he pushed them apart. Mark dropped his hands and let out a long breath, his jaw clenching.

"Okay..." Deacon murmured. He took another step back, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at Mark. "Okay." Mark nodded and stooped to gather up his clothes.

"Okay," Mark echoed as he straightened up. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Deacon agreed. Mark nodded and rearranged his clothes in his arms. After a beat, they both turned to walk away at the same time.

"Deac?" Deacon stopped in the doorway of his room and looked back down the hallway at Mark, raising his eyebrows in response. "We're...we'll be okay. We will."

Deacon nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Yeah. I know." Then he shut his bedroom and door and left Mark alone in the dark hall. Mark sighed as he thought, 'This is going to suck.'

*******

It was late morning when Mark emerged from the guest room. He was fully dressed and wide awake, as he had been for some time. As much as he was dreading facing up to Deacon and their decision, he was bored almost out of his mind in the spare room. Mark turned the coffee machine on and wandered through the lounge, out onto the patio. It was an overcast day, with warm wind whipping through the trees. Mark plodded out to collect the mail, and saw that Deacon's car was gone from the driveway. Once inside, Mark dropped the mail on the coffee table and grabbed his cell phone. There were two messages: one from Marie, making sure he had their flight information; the other was from Deacon. He had gone into work to catch up on some invoicing. Mark sighed as he dropped his phone back on the table. As much as the avoidance stung, Mark admitted that occupying himself for the day was probably a good plan.

Ten minutes later, Mark had taken over the dining table with textbooks, folders and notes. He had a feeling he was going to get really good grades next semester.

*******

"Hey."

Mark jumped at the voice behind him. He swivelled in his chair and saw Deacon standing inside the patio door. "Hey," Mark replied. He was surprised to see that it was dark outside, he had been absorbed in a dissertation on gender equality. "How'd the, um, invoicing go?"

"Fine. I managed to get everything up to date." Deacon closed the door and walked into the kitchen. He drew a glass of water and downed the whole lot. He turned to Mark with a strained look on his face. "I, uh, I ate at work, so I think I might just turn in."

"Yeah, okay." Mark glanced at the wall clock - it was just shy of 9PM. "I'm just gonna play some Xbox or something," Mark offered. Deacon just nodded.

"Okay."

"Nite," Mark sighed to himself as he heard the door to Deacon's room softly click shut. Packing up his books, Mark turned on the Xbox and dropped back into the sofa, more than ready to numb his mind with some bone-crunching virtual football.

*******

Deacon lay awake in his darkened bedroom, very much awake despite what he had told Mark. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to think of nothing, but his mind invariably drifted back to Mark. Mark's muscled arms, his broad chest, his eager mouth... Deacon squeezed his eyes shut and pushed the gathering images out of his mind. He felt like he'd been fighting with himself all day, his body responding to unwanted thoughts at every turn. Deacon sighed and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. Taking a deep breath, Deacon felt his body betray him again as his cock stiffened in response to Mark's smell on the pillow. Deacon growled and flung himself onto his back again.

"Fuck it," Deacon muttered to himself. 'Jerking off doesn't count,' he thought as he yanked his pants down to his knees and freed his aching dick from his boxers. Deacon moaned as he began pulling on himself roughly, spreading his precum down the shaft of his cock to ease the process. After a few minutes of furious tugging, Deacon twisted his head to the side, buried his face in Mark's pillow and inhaled deeply. With a low growl, Deacon came in his hand. 'You just came thinking of him,' Deacon's mind scolded him a few moments later, 'smelling him. That's not the plan.'

"Shut up," Deacon said to himself as he cleaned his hand off with a tissue. He wriggled under the covers of his bed and waited for sleep to come and silence the endless debate in his head.

*******

The next morning, Deacon woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. He made his way to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, watching as Mark slowly chewed on a bagel, staring out the window at nothing. Deacon cleared his throat and Mark started at the sound.

"Morning."

"Hey. Bagel?" Mark nodded towards the bread board, where half a toasted bagel sat.

"Just coffee for me," Deacon replied, moving to the coffee pot and filling a large mug with the aromatic brown liquid. Deacon took a few swallows and stole glances at Mark, who had gone back to gazing out the window. Mark had shadows under his eyes, eyes that were bloodshot and dull. "Sleep well?"

"...Yeah. Fine." Mark glanced at the clock on the wall. "We going in the same car to the airport?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"For the ride back. I thought maybe we'd all want...private time," Mark finished, scratching the back of his neck. Deacon thought about it, then shrugged.

"Yeah...but we'll all have plenty time for that later, seems stupid to take two cars to the same place for the same reason."

"Okay."

"Where are you guys going when we get back?"

"Her house, I guess. Why?"

"Do you want to take your gear in the car now then? That way I can drop you off, you won't need to come back here." Deacon could've sworn that Mark's body stiffened slightly.

"Yeah. Okay. I'll go get my stuff together." Mark left the kitchen and went into the guest room, closing the door behind him.

Mark sighed at his bag sitting on the guest room bed. His stuff was all packed, all ready to go. Except... Mark frowned. 'Where did I leave it...' he thought, wandering slowly through the lounge and kitchen. He made his way down the hallway and rapped on Deacon's bedroom door lightly. Deacon looked up from where he was sitting on his bed with his laptop and raised his eyebrows at his visitor.

"Have you seen my - "

Deacon cut Mark's question off and pointed to the bathroom. "In the shower."

"Thanks," Mark said as he walked into the bathroom. As he exited and moved toward the hall door, he turned back to Deacon with a puzzled look. "Why was it...?" He gestured to the bathroom. Deacon's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his cheeks colouring slightly.

"Uh, the other day. When we..."

Mark's eyebrows shot up as he remembered their last round of bathing exploits. "Oh. Yeah." Mark cleared his throat. "You ready to go soon?"

"When you are."

"Cool, let's jet then."

*******

After a short but awkwardly quiet journey, Mark and Deacon arrived at the airport and Deacon parked as close to the terminal as he could; the girls' suitcases weighed a tonne when they left, he could only imagine how much heavier they were coming back, and he and Mark would be the ones carrying them. Mark then disappeared into the airport, promising to meet Deacon at the arrivals gate in a few minutes. Waiting beside the arrivals sign, Deacon snorted as he caught sight of Mark approaching; there was a bouquet of flowers clenched in each hand.

"Flowers? Really?"

Mark gave a sheepish smile and flicked his hair out of his face, holding out the flowers in his left hand to Deacon. "Got some for you too." Deacon threw Mark a strange look. Mark's cheeks coloured slightly and he cleared his throat. "To, uh, to give to Sarah, I mean. So I don't make you look bad."

Deacon laughed and took one bunch of the flowers. "You cheesy fucker."

"Yeah, well. Guilt requires penance."

Deacon's stomach churned a little at the quiet despondency in Mark's voice, his eyes downcast and shoulders heavy. "Mark..." He was cut off as Mark straightened up and pointed at the arrivals gate.

"There she is." Before Deacon could say anything else, Mark was already moving towards the edge of the gate, waving a hand above his head to catch Marie's attention.

A slender girl with thick dark hair and large hazel eyes returned the wave and quickened her steps. Mark walked forward to meet her, smiling in earnest as the girl stepped into his arms, which he wrapped around her smaller frame.

"Hi baby," Marie said into Mark's chest.

"Hey you," Mark replied, cradling the back of her head with one hand. Marie pulled back from the embrace and looked up at Mark's face.

"Missed you."

Mark grinned and kissed the top of her head. "Of course you did," Mark joked, unable to truthfully return the sentiment. Marie laughed gently and stretched up to kiss Mark.

Deacon swallowed around the lump in his throat as he watched them together. He forced a smile of his own as he spotted Sarah exiting the gate, and walked towards his own beautiful girlfriend with a handful of flowers.

"Welcome back, beautiful," Deacon said to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl standing before him, a tired smile on her face. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady," he said with an exaggerated bow.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Hi, dork," she said, leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on Deacon's lips and take the flowers from his hand. Deacon smiled as she drew back and took her suitcase. "If you can break the love birds up, I'd really like some fresh air," she said, nodding her towards Mark and Marie, who were standing a few feet away, hugging and trading quick kisses.

As Marie nuzzled into his neck, Mark looked up over her head and caught Deacon's eyes. His throat becoming suddenly dry and choked as he met Mark's intense gaze, Deacon looked away and swallowed several times before looking back at his friend.




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"Hey, let's get going, yeah?" He took Sarah's hand and walked toward the car park. Mark grabbed Marie's suitcase, and they followed the couple out into the sun.

*******

Not much later, Deacon dropped Mark and Maire off at Marie's house.

"Thanks for the ride Deac," Marie said as she shouldered her carry-on bag. Deacon waved his hand at her gratitude.

"Don't mention it, I was going there anyway," Deacon replied with a grin. Marie laughed and rolled her eyes. Mark hoisted Marie's suitcase from the trunk and joined Marie at the driver's window.

"So, we'll catch you guys later," Mark asked, looking at Deacon.

"Not too soon though," Sarah warned. "Me and Ree talked about it on the plane - after a solid month together, we're ready for some time out. I bet you guys are the same, huh?"

Mark cleared his throat and nodded, his eyes on Deacon's. "...Yeah. Can't stand him."

"One more day and you guys would be coming home to Murder One," Deacon agreed gravely, holding Mark's gaze.

Marie laughed again and linked her arm through Mark's, leading him towards the house. "Later, guys."

Deacon turned his head to reverse down the driveway and saw a dark blue sweatshirt on the back seat. He put the handbrake on and undid his seatbelt.

"What're you doing?" Sarah asked. Deacon hopped out of the car and opened the rear door, grabbing the sweatshirt and holding it up.

"Mark's hoodie."

Sarah huffed and ran a hand through her hair. "So? Come on, he must have others. He can get it later."

"I'll just be a sec." Deacon slammed the door and jogged up to the front door, where Mark was just crossing the threshold. "Mark, hold on," Deacon called. Mark looked up, his stomach suddenly flip-flopping. Deacon held up a sweatshirt. "You forgot this."

Mark took the sweatshirt from Deacon's outstretched hand. "Thanks. And thanks for the ride."

"No problem." Deacon scratched the back of his head. "So, um. Maybe I...can I text you later?" Mark's heart broke a tiny bit at the uncertainty in Deacon's eyes as he waited for Mark's answer.

"Yeah, of course," Mark replied, a warm smile on his face. He slapped Deacon on the shoulder and stepped inside the house. "'Bye." Deacon just nodded and walked back towards his car. Mark watched him go and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, a feeling that was telling him he was making the biggest mistake of his life by letting Deacon walk away from him.

"Babe?" Marie called from inside the house. "Are you coming in or what?"

"Yeah," Mark replied, and he closed the door.

To be continued...



No Regrets Ch. 06



Chapter 6 – Tommy's Story – Second Thoughts.

There was a loud knock on his bedroom door, "Come on Tommy what's keeping you."

Tommy opened the door and before him stood Victor dressed immaculately in a suit and tie. Victor was his new friend, well sort of.

"You look like you're going to a wedding," Tommy joked.

"Very funny," Victor snorted, "what's keeping you? You've been in here for ages."

Tommy looked at himself in the mirror, he looked amazing, he rarely ever got to wear a suit let alone a tuxedo. In fact he had to borrow the one he was wearing right now.

"I just wanted to make sure I looked ok," Tommy said.

"You look fucking beautiful," Victor replied, "in fact I'd marry you myself if I could."

Tommy raised an eyebrow to him, "Only kidding," Victor quickly replied.

In truth Tommy was stalling, he was taking a huge step today, today he was getting married.

* * *

Tommy had written his first letter to Ryan as promised and it turned out to be a real love letter, he hadn't intended it to be, it just turned out that way. None the less he was delighted when he received a letter back. He ran to his room and read it more times than he could remember. Ryan spoke of his undying love for him and how much his son Dylan had grown since he had been away. When it came to his wife it was a different matter. It read like a horror story. She had let the farm deteriorate so bad that Ryan had to work hard to restore it. It just sounded like everything was going wrong, Tommy felt sorry for him.

For months they wrote to each other, speaking of how much they wanted to be together, of how Ryan was trying to think of a way for this to happen. Tommy had no idea what Ryan's plan was but he hoped that he would do it soon, it was driving him crazy without his man.

Then suddenly the letters stopped, at least Tommy never received anymore. He was beside himself with worry, Ryan's last letter hadn't indicated that anything was seriously wrong. He didn't know what to do. All he had was Ryan's address but going there was out of the question, he just didn't earn enough to do that. What could have happened? Did he stop loving him? Did his wife find out? Perhaps they moved? Not knowing was sheer agony.

Most nights he would re-read all of Ryan's letters, now his only link to the love he once had. He'd lost count how many times he would cry himself to sleep and it was a good twelve months before the crying finally stopped. 

During this time he was victim to the pressure of village life, Doris now boyfriend-less had taken a shine to Tommy. Being devious and manipulating she engineered things so that Tommy without realising was spending more and more time with her. He really wasn't interested to begin with but people started asking questions and making comments about them.

"Oh, are you and Doris dating?"

"You two make such a lovely couple."

Tommy wanted to fit in, wanted to belong and be part of the social life in his village and he found himself looking at Doris as his ticket to an easy life. God knows being a homosexual in a small village would certainly not be easy. Better to bury the past and his feelings and try to lead a normal life. What hurt the most though was that his time with Ryan did feel normal, it felt the most natural thing in the world. But that was two years ago.

He remembered the night he proposed to Doris. It was a warm summer night on the steps to the village hall. Why he picked there he wasn't sure, it may have had something to do with it having some romantic significance to him. Shortly after he had taken Doris home and told his Dad.

"Thank fuck for that!" His father had said causing Doris to blush at his profanity, "I thought you were a fucking puff for a moment." That embarrassed Tommy.

It was through Doris that he met Victor, her brother. Tommy hadn't had much to do with him before he started dating Doris, their paths rarely crossed. But now they had become quite good friends or so it seemed. Victor was nothing like his sister who was tall and beautiful (and she knew it), no, he was quite short and plump.

Things were now going well for him. Mr Rogers was taking a less active roll in the store and gave Tommy more responsibility, a little more money too. His father seem to be less hostile to him, although not much, he still swore and shouted a lot.

The letters from Ryan were now resigned to a shoe box under his bed, he stopped reading them, unable to stand the heartache anymore.

So here he was, dressed up to the nines and about to marry Doris.

He took a deep breath he said, "Come on, lets go."

It was a thirty minute walk from his house to the church and by the time they arrived most of the guests were already there. Tommy stood outside the church and greeted them as they entered. He hardly knew any of them, the vast majority from Doris's side of the family. The few that was from his side he never really knew either, an uncle and some cousins that he'd never met before. The only people he really knew was his father and Mr Rogers with his family.

As the guests was entering Tommy noticed a tall man some way down from the church. He stood by a large black car and wore a trench coat with a trilby hat. He looked familiar. Tommy squinted, it couldn't be, his heart raced, it looked like Ryan.

The man entered the car and it pulled away, Tommy in a panic ran down the path to the church gates after the car.

"Tommy!" Victor shouted, "Where you going?"

When Tommy reached the gate the car was clean up the road and out of site. If that was Ryan why did he not come over? Why was he here? As he walked back towards the church Victor met up with him.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Nothing," Tommy replied looking back up the road.

What if Ryan had come over? What would the consequences have been? Would I still have gone through with the wedding? 

His mind span as he entered the church and sat down with Victor. He was sweating now, was he doing the right thing? He looked back at the entrance hoping to see Ryan appear but instead the doors opened and Doris appeared looking beautiful in her wedding dress. Tommy swallowed hard, his heart racing, This is it. He turned and looked ahead.

The church organist began playing the precession march so Tommy and Ryan got into their place in front of the vicar. Tommy kept looking ahead as Doris drew up next to him, he couldn't look at her. The vicar started with the usual speech, "We are gathered here..."

Tommy wasn't listening, he was fighting a raging battle in his mind, Ryan is the one he loves, always will do. He started questioning his feelings for Doris, he likes her, he thinks he likes her, but like isn't enough is it? Marriage is about love and compared to his feelings for Ryan, that was a million miles away. 

He was bought back to reality by the vicar, "Tommy?"

He looked up at him.

"Do you take Doris Anne Jacobs to be your lawful wedded wife?" He asked again.

Tommy looked at him blankly, he knew he was supposed answer. There was a long silence, all eyes was on Tommy.

The vicar was patient, he had seen this happen before, "I'll ask you again," he said softly, "do you take Doris Anne Jacobs to be your lawful wedded wife?"

Tommy looked at Doris, "I-I-I," he could see Doris willing him on. His eyes began to well up, he knew his life was at a turning point. If he said 'I do' then he would be with this woman for the rest of his life, but he couldn't get the image of Ryan standing by that car out of his head. He is the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, not this woman before him. They hadn't even had sex, she wanted to but Tommy always put her off, saying they should wait till after they was married. In truth he was petrified, the idea of having sex with a woman scared the shit out of him.

He took a deep breath and said, "I can't!"

"What?" Doris said.

"I-I-I can't," his eyes full of tears now, "It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair to you."

"What do you mean?" She asked angrily.

"I'm a h-h-h-homosexual."

The whole congregation gasped in shock.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" Doris asked fuming by now.

"No, I'm sorry," Tommy replied looking at the floor in shame.

Doris bawled and ran out of the church. The next thing Tommy saw was a fist smashing into his face as Doris's father floored him. Tommy ended up looking at the vaulted ceiling of the church, his nose throbbing. Then Victor came over threw the ring at him and kicked him hard in the ribs, he doubled up in agony. As soon as the pain subsided he got up, people were staring at him in disbelief. He picked up the ring and ran out of the church where he saw Doris sobbing over a gravestone. He felt sorry for her, he'd ruined her special day.

"I'm sorry," he said.

She looked up, then briskly walked over to him smacked him hard on the nose.

"OW!" Tommy screamed, the second punch more painful because of the first.

Tommy ran, he didn't stop until he was back in his room. He sat on his bed and contemplated what he had done. He knew now that marrying Doris would have been the wrong thing to do. He didn't want to end up like one of those men he witnessed in London. Suddenly he remembered what he had said to Ryan. I never want to sully your memory. He nearly did. If he couldn't be with Ryan then he wouldn't be with anyone. In a flash he decided what he was going to do.

He went into his father's room and pulled a suitcase from the wardrobe. He was packing when he heard the front door.

"Are you fucking insane?" his father barked.

"I'm leaving," Tommy replied.

"I should think so too, you can't live round here anymore, especially after telling the whole fucking village that your a fucking queer."

"I'm not a queer! I'm a homosexual!" Tears filled his eyes again.

"Queer, Poof, homosexual, it's all the fucking same. What possessed you to tell everyone?"

"Because I am!"

"I know, but you didn't have to tell them that, you could have lied or something."

Tommy stopped and looked at his father, "You knew?"

His father sighed, "Always have done, I'm not stupid you know."

Tommy couldn't believe his ears, "How? When did you know?"

"Your mother and I spoke about it often, she was very perceptive, guessed you would be when you was five, she wanted to make sure I wouldn't freak out about it."

"Mom knew?"

"Mothers intuition I guess."

Tommy sat on the bed and began to break down, "Oh god! Dad, I'm so sorry," he bawled.

His father just grunted, "finish your packing before the lynch mob comes after you."

Silence descended the room as Tommy finished packing the suitcase, he looked under the bed and found the shoe box, opening it he took out the letters.

"From your soldier boy?" his father asked.

Tommy looked at him in shock again.

"I saw you two together, I could tell you had the hots for him."

"I don't understand, why didn't you say anything?"

His father grunted again, "not my place to, figured you'd tell me if you wanted to."

Tommy was seeing his father in a new light, a bond had appeared he never knew existed. But he realised it was all too little too late as he put the letters in the suitcase.

"Where will you go?" his father asked.

"London."

"Figures, all the poofs live there," he said trying to make light of the situation.

Tommy headed to the front door and paused looking at his father. "Will you be ok?"

"Now what sort of stupid question is that? The whole village is going to ridicule me for having a queer son."

Tommy dropped his head, "I'm sorry."

"When has anything like that ever bothered me? Of course I'll be alright, I've had much worse said to me. Now fuck off before I kick you out." he grunted.

Tommy opened the door when his father spoke again, "I'll miss you." 

Tommy flung his arms round him and hugged with all his might. "I'm sorry dad, I love you."

Tommy's father quickly cleared his throat, "Well er.. What I meant is I'll miss having to shout at you and kick your ass."

Tommy saw him blush, his father never once kicked him but he knew what he meant.

Tommy left, closing the door behind him, he had this strange feeling he would never see his father again.

He would need to catch a bus to Chichester before taking the train to London so he ran to the bus stop. From there he could see the Inn where he and Ryan had spent several nights together. Outside was the dark car he had seen earlier and getting into it was the tall man.

In a flash he was running with all his might but as he drew closer the car began to drive off.

"NOOO!" He screamed, "RYAN!"

He ran harder than he had ever ran in his life, it felt like his lungs was about to burst and his legs turn to jelly but it was no good. The car was gone by the time he reached the Inn, he collapsed on the pavement outside, clutching his suitcase sobbing and panting heavily.

Through bleary eyes he looked up at the Inn, they kept a register, he had to know if it was Ryan for sure. He picked himself up and entered, finding Mrs Delaney at the reception.

"That man who just left, what was his name?" he demanded.

"Tommy Anderson! You have some nerve showing up here after what you did to poor Doris!" She snapped. Tommy wasn't surprised that she knew, this was a village after all.

"Please Mrs Delany, I need to know," he begged.

"Why? Was he your lover?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes, please I need to know."

"Oh, I'm not sure," she said surprised by Tommy's admission.

"Was his name Ryan Monroe?"

"Er, no, Mr Richardson I think."

Suddenly Tommy was in shock, the full realisation of what he had done came crashing down on him. He had just outed himself to the whole village for a stranger. Someone he thought, no was certain was Ryan.

Later that day as he rode the train to London he realised that in the end it didn't matter.It had saved him from a life with someone he didn't love. As he headed towards his new life he resolved that he would never love anyone else, he would never let his love for Ryan be marred with feelings for another.

He remembered he still had the wedding ring. Fishing it out of his pocket he placed it on the third finger of his left hand. This will help keep others away,



No Regrets Ch. 06



She got Grandma a refrigerator magnet and her mother a decorative ashtray with a small civil war cannon mounted on it. For herself she had a small figurine showing three figures sitting around a campfire....when she found it she had thought, "It would be perfect if they were naked." As she was checking out with the cashier, she sensed some one behind her and turned.

"Hi, you're Tracey...right?" said Brent Mosser. "I'm the ranger that stopped by yesterday, Brent Mosser."

"Oh sure, I'm Tracey," she replied. "I almost didn't recognize you without the raincoat."

Brent laughed, "Yeah, I'm glad that stuff moved out of here. I assume everything is okay at your camp?"

"Sure," answered Tracey. "I just made a run to the grocery store. Susan and Allan were going to the swimming area....I'm just killing time, I wanted to give them some time alone, without me hanging around....three can make it a crowd."

"Hey, that's great," said Brent. "How about letting me give you a tour of the Park, it'll take about 90 minutes.....I have to make a complete circuit of the campsites and Park before I get off. Then, if you want to, we can join them at the swimming area."

"Okay, let me drop the groceries off at the tent," said Tracey.

Brent followed Tracey to the tent and after she had put away the groceries and left Susan a note, they toured the Park, taking their time talking, stopping at the scenic lookout points and generally have a very good time. As they left the last site that Brent had to check, he said, "Okay that does it, I'm through for the day. I need to run by my cabin and get my swimming trunks, if that's okay."

"Sure," said Tracey.

As Tracey was getting out of the jeep in front of Brent's small cabin, she caught the heel of her left shoe on the jeep transom and fell forward. "Oh Damn," she swore softly, hitting her knee on the ground, scraping it up pretty badly. "I feel like an idiot."

Brent rushed to help her up. "It's skinned up some....pretty bloody....I've got a first-aid kit inside. Does it hurt much?"

"Not as much as my pride hurts," said Tracey. She limped slightly on her leg, she had fallen at an awkward angle and wrenched it some. "It'll be okay, I just need to walk it off."

"We'll just put a little iodine on that scrape," said Brent. "In the woods, you don't want to run a chance of any infection."

Tracey sat on the edge of Brent's bunk while he knelt in front of her and cleaned the blood away from the scrape. "This is going to sting a bit," said Brent, as he applied the iodine."

"Serves me right," said Tracey. Brent had his hand under her leg cupping her lower thigh as he applied the iodine. Tracey didn't notice the iodine as much as she did his hand holding her leg. She could feel her pussy beginning to feel moist and warm as his hand held her thigh, and as he moved her leg to apply the iodine a second time. She was wearing a pair of Susan's old cut-off jeans which were cut very short and fit loosely around her legs. As Brent moved his hand on her leg she could feel her pussy literally beginning to soak her panties. Glancing at Brent's crotch, Tracey could see a growing bulge...he was getting an erection. Then she noticed how her shorts, Susan's shorts, were standing out, gaping out from her leg, "My God," thought Tracey, "my cunt must be in plain sight." At this thought, she felt her pussy lips tingling and a creamy wetness soaking her panties. "Huh-oh, I'm creaming in my panties," thought Tracey. "They must be soaking wet....he can see that." Just the thought of it was arousing her, she could feel her nipples growing stiff and hard as the wetness spead in her pussy.

Brent was trying to concentrate on putting the iodine on her knee, but he couldn't take his eyes off the panty covered pussy he could see just under her shorts. He could feel his prick growing, pushing against his trouser leg. He could see Tracey's pussy hairs sticking out from the edge of her panties and then he saw a small damp spot quickly enlarging, covering the front of her pussy. The panty material was stretched so tightly on her pussy that as it became wet, it was almost transparent, letting Brent see the faint outline of her pussy lips. His prick sprang to a full erection, hurting from the constriction of his trouser leg.

They both stood up, too quickly and at the same time, bumping into each other. Brent grabbed her to keep her from falling back on the bed, and she clutched his arms. They just looked at each other and Brent moved his lips to hers and kissed her. She hesitated a moment then wrapped her arms around him and began to return his kiss. She felt his tongue probe at her lips, opening her lips she sucked his tongue into her mouth.....she returned his deep probing kisses matching him tongue thrust for tongue thrust. She could feel his hard, bulging erection pressing against her as he kissed her. Still kissing, Tracey pulled him to her and fell gently backward onto Brent's bunk.

"Oh Tracey," said Brent, "I've been wanting to do that all afternoon. You're so darn beautiful, I was afraid to try."

"I'm glad you did," said Tracey, kissing him again. "I don't usually react this fast, but I like you, Brent." Tracey kissed him probing his mouth with her tongue, and shifting her body until they were laying on the bunk toe to toe. She could feel his erection poking against her and she pressed her hips against him, trapping his hard prick between their bodies. She felt Brent's hand stroke the back of her thigh and move up to her ass cheeks that were peeking out from under her shorts. His fingers slipped under the leg of her shorts and he gripped her buttock in his hand, his fingers caressing the crack in her ass. He pulled her tightly against his large erection.

Tracey pulled Brent's shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up it, stroking his bare back, enjoying the feel of his skin. Brent slipped his hand around her thigh stroking her between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Slipping his fingers up the leg of her shorts, he slipped two fingers under her panty leg, stroking and probing her pussy.

"Oh Brent," moaned Tracey, "that feels good....it feels good." Tracey felt Brent's hand move to her back, stroking it and then releasing the clasp to her bra top, then slipping around to her breast, cupping it in his hand and massaging her nipple. Tracey lowered her hand and began to stroke his hard prick through his trousers, gripping it she gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Tracey....Tracey, I want you so much," whispered Brent. "I want you now, so bad..."

Tracey started undoing his belt.....within a few seconds they were both naked. Tracey kissed him and said, "Brent, I want you too.....I want to feel you in me."

Brent rolled between Tracey's legs as she spread them and lifted her knees a little. Tracey took his prick in her hand and rubbed the head of his prick between her wet pussy lips, then inserted the head of his prick into her throbbing cunt. "Oh, Brent, put it in....put it all the way in," she moaned. As Brent thrust his hard prick deep into her pussy, and began to thrust it in and out of her tight pussy, Tracey gasped and pulled him to her. "That's it.....get it in me deep...as deep as you can. God, I love the way you feel," she gasped. Tracey wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and gripping his buttocks in her hands pulled him in to her as hard as she could.

"Oh, Tracey......Oh, you're wonderful.....you're so wet...so hot," whispered Brent huskily. "God, I love the way you feel....what you're doing." Brent was taking long, hard strokes, driving as deep into her pussy as he could. "Oh, Tracey, you're so tight....so good."

Tracey could feel every inch of Brent's prick as he pumped it in and out her pussy. It felt different from Allan's, thicker, larger in diameter, but just as long...it's wonderful she thought. Tracey thrust her hips up to meet Brent's prick as it drove into the depths of her pussy. Every few strokes, Brent would drive his prick into her as deep as he could, hold it there, grinding his pubic region against hers. As Brent increased his pace driving his prick into her pussy even faster, she could feel his balls slapping against her ass as his prick hit the bottom of her pussy. Brent slowed his thrusts and kissing her whispered, "Oh Tracey, I want to make this last....last as long as possible. You feel wonderful....you're so tight."

Tracey gave Brent a deep kiss, then replied, "Brent, make it last....you feel great...I love the way you feel in me. I feel so full...I can feel every bit of you each time you push it in me." Brent stroked his prick slowly in and out her pussy. Tracey could feel the pull on her pussy lips as Brent withdrew his prick almost all the way before plunging back in to the depths of her throbbing pussy. "OOHHhhhh......fuck me good, Brent......OOHHhhhh...that feels so good," moaned Tracey as she began to thrust her hips into Brent even harder, wanting his prick deep in her quivering pussy. Brent increase his pace driving his hard, hot prick into her faster and faster.

Tracey could feel the tension building in her pussy and the tremors start in her thighs, "Oh Brent....fuck me faster.....harder...harder....I'm going to cum...I'm going to... ......NOW...THAT"S IT....Ohhhhh, Brent.....Brent," moaned Tracey as her orgasm swept through her. She felt Brent's body stiffen as he buried his prick in her pussy, spewing his cum into her already throbbing cunt.

"Oh Tracey....," moaned Brent as his prick pumped shot after shot of cum into her hot, tight pussy. He collapsed onto Tracey, holding her tightly and kissing her as he slowly, and with very short strokes, he pumped his prick into her pussy, milking the last drops of cum from his prick.

Tracey hugged Brent as he lay atop her, his prick growing soft in her pussy, she couldn't actually feel it, but more sense it losing its rigidity and hardness. Tracey whispered, "Brent, that was wonderful....you were so good, I just want to lay here with you in me." Tracey gave Brent a slow kiss, gently probing his mouth with her tongue while she stroked his back.

They lay there quietly for awhile not talking just gently kissing, enjoying the feeling they had shared. Brent finally rolled off Tracey, his limp prick slipping from her cum soaked pussy, allowing some of the cum in her pussy to leak out....she could feel it trickling down from her pussy to her asshole as she lay there.

"Tracey, I didn't ask you here to try and seduce you...really," said Brent. "But, I'm glad it happened. It's never been like that for me before. It was wonderful....you're wonderful." Brent leaned in to her and gave her a gentle kiss. "I want to see you again. I don't mean just here, but after you get home."

Tracey laughed softly, "I know Brent, it just happened. I don't know what got into me. I've never gotten that aroused so quickly - I wanted you so much that I just had to have you. I've never done anything like that before. We just met, but, God, I wanted you so badly....so much.....I just didn't care." Tracey gave him a quick kiss, "I'd like to see you again too, I like you....right now I think I like you a lot." Tracey gave him a deep probing kiss, teasing his tongue with hers. Then she began to kiss her way down his body until her lips were at his limp cum covered prick. Tracey looked up at Brent, "Lets see if we can wake this fellow up," she said, as she began to lick the cum off his limp prick and then took his prick into her mouth. Tracey sucked on it gently and felt it swell until it was filling her whole mouth and as hard as it was before. She could feel the large head of his prick almost choking her as she took him deep in her throat. Tracey lifted her head and admired his large prick, the veins standing out on his shaft. "You have a beautiful prick, Brent. Look how it curves up some...like a huge banana with a dark purple plum on the end of it. That must be why it feels so good in me....it fits my pussy perfectly," Tracey kissed his prick, licking at the pre come that was oozing out the slit in the head of his prick.

Tracey rose up, straddled Brent's hips and guided his prick into her already cum drenched pussy. "We'll make this last a long time," said Tracey as she stretched herself out atop Brent and began to slowly raise and lower her ass, sliding her pussy up and down his hard, rigid prick. "We'll make it last a long, long time," she whispered, as she gently kissed him.

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 07



"I wonder what happened to Tracey," said Allan as he and Susan entered the tent.

"The car is here, so she got back," replied Susan. Susan saw the note on the camp table and picking it up, quickly read it, and laughed.

"What is it?" asked Allan.

"We don't have to worry about Tracey," said Susan, then read the note aloud. "I ran into Brent at the gift shop. He's giving me a tour of the park. Don't know when I'll be back. You guys have fun. Love, Tracey." Susan chuckled, "Tracey may be the one having fun." She gave Allan a quick kiss, "All we've had today is a lot of sun."

Allan put his arms around her, "We can correct that real quick," he said as he undid her bra strap, freeing her tits. Allan kissed her gently running his tongue into her mouth and pressing her to him. "Hmmm, I've been wanting to do this all day," said Allan as he lowered his head to her tits and began to tongue her nipples one after the other.

Susan could feel his sudden erection pressing against her, she put her hands on his ears and gently pulled his head up and looked him the eyes. "You mean to tell me you're horny after yesterday. I thought we wore you out."

"Oh Susie, I'll always be horny for you - I'll always want you," whispered Allan as he pulled her down to the air mattress and fumbled with the snap to her bikini bottom. Susan slipped her bra top and her bottom off. Allan's hand began to stroke her pussy lips, letting his finger slip between them and tease her pussy hole. "Susie, I love you and I'll always want you," said Allan huskily.

Susan kissed him driving her tongue deep into his mouth, dueling with his tongue. "Allan...Allan," moaned Susan softly, "I love you too, and I want you. I always want you." Susan gripped his prick and gently squeezed it; it was causing his swimming trunks to stick out like a small tent. She grasped the waistband and pulled them down pass his knees. He quickly kicked them off. She rolled against him so they were lying toe to toe, her nipples sticking in to his chest like small darts, his prick sliding between her thighs, his shaft rubbing against her pussy. "Oh God, Allan, I love you so much and I want you now, right now."

"I want to make love to you first," said Allan. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck, kissing it. His tongue traced a trail down to her tit and its nipple, then down her body to the top of her cunt. He tongued around the edges of her pubic hair and spreading her legs, stroked his tongue between the lips of her pussy, teasing her by sticking his tongue into her pussy hole and then withdrawing it. "Susie, you're beautiful.....you taste so good," murmured Allan as his tongue probed her pussy. His tongue found her clitoris and he started to suck it between his lips, tonguing it with rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue. As he sucked and tongued her clit, he stuck one, then two fingers, into her pussy and began to finger fuck her. He heard Susie moaning that she wanted him in her, "Not yet, Susie. Not yet. I want to get you so hot you'll cum as soon as I stick my prick in you...and keep on cumming." He began to suck harder on her clit while rapidly stroking his two fingers as deep as he could into her pussy.

After a few minutes of this, Allan felt Susan's legs begin to tremble and felt her pushing her pussy against his fingers and against his mouth. As she began to moan, Allan raised up, kneeling between her legs, he gripped her hips, lifted them and shoved his prick between her sopping wet pussy lips. He drove his prick deep into her pussy in one thrust. He could feel Susan's body stiffen and her legs grip him in a vise as she moaned loudly and climaxed. Allan began to rapidly drive his prick in and out her pussy, taking deep, long strokes.

"Ohhhhhh.......Allan....Allan.....I'm cumming......I'm cumming," gasped Susan. When Allan slowed down his thrusts into her pussy, Susan cried, "Don't stop....don't stop.....Fuck me harder.....fuck me as deep as you can.....That's it....that's it..... fuck me hard."

Allan was driving his prick as deep into her pussy as he could. He had spread her legs even wider to gain more access to her drenched pussy. As his prick stroked in and out, he could hear a loud squishing sound caused by the pussy juices that were flowing so freely. She was so wet, he could feel her pussy juices running down his sac, coating his balls. As he continued to pump his prick into her pussy, Susan began to moan again.

"Allan....OOHHhhhhhhhh.....I'm cumming......cumming again.....FUCK ME.....FUCK ME HARDER......Ohhhhh Allan, cried Susan.

Allan could feel the tension building in his own loins as Susan cried out. Driving his prick as deep as possible, he pulled her hips to him and felt his prick erupt, spewing cum into the depths of Susan's throbbing pussy. Her pussy seem to grip his prick, milking it, as it throbbed and spewed forth its load of cum. Allan slowly lowered his body down atop Susan and kissed her gently, letting his prick remained buried in her pussy. "God, Susie....that was good as it can be......Oh Susie, I love you," gasped Allan.

Susan didn't say anything....she lay there and held him, gently kissing him, running her tongue gently over his lips. She could still feel a throbbing and quivering sensation in the depths of her pussy from the tremendous climax. She just wanted to lay there and enjoy the feeling. When Allan started to roll off her, she gripped him tighter. "No...stay there, you feel so good...I just want to hold you....feel you in me."

"I'm too heavy," said Allan.

"No you're not," said Susan, hugging him even tighter. "I'm not a doll, I won't break. I love to feel you on me...to feel you in me," she pushed her hips up against him for emphasis. "I love you, Allan....I never thought it would happen this fast, but I'm sure...sure I love you."

"And I love you, Susie....I love you so much," responded Allan. "I love holding you too, but we had better get up. What if Tracey and Brent come here?"

Susan chuckled, "I don't think we'd surprise them any. Anyway, how do we know that they aren't doing the same thing right now....Brent was nice looking -- not as good as you -- and Tracey seemed to be interested in him."

"You really think so," said Allan.

"I hope so," replied Susan. "Tracey took Dad's death awfully hard...we all did...but it seemed worse for Tracey. Dad loved both of us, but Tracey was the baby...she was Daddy's girl. She's had trouble sleeping by herself ever since the accident. She'll sleep with me whenever she can, that's why we've become so close since Dad died. It would be good for her if she and Brent had something going, even it is just for time we're up here. It would help her get her confidence back and get over the whole thing."

"That's why I love you," said Allan. "You're smart... kind... beautiful... sexy... and....... you can fuck like crazy."

Susan laughed and growled, "Why you," as she gently caught his ear lobe between her teeth, "I ought to bite this off," she muttered into his ear. To herself, Susan thought, "Lord, I'm happy, as happy as I have ever been, and we still have tonight and tomorrow."

Susan was correct. At this same time, Tracey was sliding her pussy slowly up and down Brent's rigid prick, savoring the way it seemed to stretch her pussy each time she eased her ass down taking his prick all the way into her already cum drenched pussy. The slight 'sucking and slurping sound' his prick made as it went in and out her wet pussy, just aroused her that much more. "Oh Brent, we'll make it last a long time. Oh..you feel so good in me," whispered Tracey as she pushed her pussy down on Brent's prick, trying to get it even deeper into her throbbing pussy.

As Tracey fucked him, raising and lowering her tight pussy on his shaft, squeezing the cum out of her pussy that he had deposited there earlier, Brent could feel the cum and Tracey's pussy juices flooding his prick, his pubic hair and his balls. Brent wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust his hips up to meet her, driving his prick into her. "Tracey....Tracey...God, you're wonderful.....I love the way you feel....what you're doing to me," gasped Brent.

They kept this slow rhythm up for a long time, then Tracey felt Allan's legs begin to quiver under her and he began to drive his prick into her even harder. Brent moaned, "Oh Tracey, I think I'm going to cum....I can't stop it."

At Brent's moaning, Tracey began to pound her pussy down on his prick as rapidly as she could. She could feel her legs begin to tremble as she strained to get his prick as deep as possible into her now quivering pussy. She buried her face against his neck, sucking his skin into her mouth to muffle her moans, as she felt the tremors start deep in her pussy and radiate throughout her body. She heard Brent moan her name as he grabbed her hips and held her pussy pressed to his prick, spewing his cum deep into her throbbing and quaking pussy.

As her tremors subsided, Tracey moaned softly, "Oh Brent...Brent...that was good, so good. I love what you do to me." Tracey kissed him gently, letting her tongue barely probe his lips.

"I'm sorry, Tracey. I just couldn't keep from cumming. It felt too good."

Tracey gave him a quick kiss, "Silly, you don't have anything to apologize for. You made me cum so hard, I felt it all the way down to my toes." She chuckled, "I'll take that any time you want to do it to me." Tracey wriggled her ass on him, "God, you feel good in me, even soft, I love it."

Brent hugged her, "I wish you could stay with me tonight. It would be great. I don't have to go to work tomorrow till noon."

"Your Fairy Godmother is going to grant your wish, I'd love to stay with you tonight," said Tracey.

"But, what about your sister and Allan, what will they think?"

Tracey laughed, "What do you think they're doing? They're probably making love right now. They had to let me come so my Mom would agree to the camping trip, that's why I wanted to give them some time alone." Tracey kissed him gently, "You're sweet, Brent. I think I could like you a lot."

Brent chuckled and hugged her tight, "I don't think it, I know it. I like you - like you a lot, Tracey." Brent kissed her deeply probing her mouth with tongue. Breaking the kiss, Brent said, "I'm going to come see you when you get home, will that be okay?"

"You know it will. I'd be hurt if you didn't come," said Tracey. "Now, if I'm going to spend the night with you, I need to pick up some things at the tent. Lets go see what we can catch Allan and Susie doing."

It was just beginning to get dark as they pulled up to the tent. "Flash your headlights on the tent," said Tracey. "We'll give them a little warning that we're coming."

As they entered the tent, Susan said, "Well here they are. That must have been some tour you guys took."

Tracey laughed, "Oh well, we had a lot to look at." Tracey smiled at Susan when she noticed that Brent was blushing furiously.

"Why don't you guys, chat while I get my stuff," said Tracey. "I'm going to stay at Brent's cabin tonight."

Allan and Brent walked outside talking, while Tracey and Susan huddled together inside. Tracey told Susan about her day and how it had happened. Susan hugged Tracey, giving her a quick kiss. "I'm glad this trip turned out good for you," said Susan.

"Oh Susie, it was good even before I met Brent, but now, it's perfect," said Tracey.

Tracey and Brent stayed for about an hour, having cokes and talking about school, work, and their hopes, their dreams. After Tracey and Brent had left, Susan turned to Allan, kissed him, and said, "I think this trip was just what Tracey needed....I haven't seen her this happy since Dad died."

"Good. Brent seems to be a pretty good guy, too - he certainly likes Tracey. He suggested I might want to room with him at school. His roommate flunked out last year. He said when I go up for the 'Orientation Session for Transfer Students' next week, they'll assign me to a dorm. He said to ask for his and gave me his room number."

Taking Allan's hand and pulling him back into the tent, Susan said, "Great, now that we have Tracey taken care of for the night, I have some things you need to take care of." Susan smiled, "We've got the whole night to ourselves....plenty of time to do it."

"Lord, the time passed fast," thought Susan. "Now we're headed home." She glanced at Tracey in the back seat of the car. Tracey was dead to the world, sound asleep. Susan laughed quietly as she snuggled up to Allan and he put his right arm around her shoulder, giving her a small hug. Susan raised her head up, kissing him on his ear and gently tonguing his ear lobe. "Tracey's sound asleep, she must not have gotten much sleep last night," chuckled Susan. "Come to think of it, we didn't get much sleep either," she whispered as she stroked his thigh.

"Who wanted to sleep," said Allan softly, turning his head and giving Susan a quick kiss, then turning back to the road. "It was our last night." He glanced at Susan then back to the road. "Susie, I won't ever forget this camping trip...it's the best thing that ever happened to me."

Susan smiled and kissed his neck, nuzzling it and licking it with her tongue, "I know. It was wonderful for me too. I didn't want it to end." Her hand stroked higher up Allan's thigh. She could feel his prick beginning to grow larger as she stroked him. "Hmmm," whispered Susan, "my little fellow is getting excited."

"You don't want to start something we can't finish."

"Who says I can't finish it?" Susan unzipped his trousers, and reaching in, withdrew his semi-hard prick and began to fondle it. Susan glanced at Tracey, she was still asleep, then sliding down on the front seat, she lowered her mouth to Allan's prick. She gently tongued the large head and then slipped her lips over it. She felt it swell and immediately become hard, filling her mouth. She stroked the satiny skin of the head with her tongue, probing at his slit. Lifting her head, she whispered, "God, you taste good...so sweet." She lowered her head and took him in her mouth again. She began to pump her head up and down on this prick. The steering wheel restricted her movements upward, so she concentrated upon tonguing the sensitive head, enjoying the feel of her tongue circling the crown of his prick and probing at its slit.

Susan took her time, pausing in the sucking to tongue him, licking at the slit for any pre-cum. Turning her head sideways in his lap she tongued the underside of his shaft, moving her tongue up to the little 'v' cleavage on the underside of the head of his prick. She teased it with the tip of her tongue, licking the ridge of his crown and pushing her tongue into the cleavage and up to the slit in the head of his prick. Raising up she kissed Allan's neck and tongued his ear while she slowly stroked his prick. "Do you like that," she whispered in his ear, "do you like what I'm doing to your lovely prick?"

"I love it," said Allan. "Thank God, Dad got cruise control on this car or I'd have to pull over."

Susan laughed quietly, "You just pay attention to the road. I'll take care of this 'Big Fellow," she whispered. Lowering her head back to his lap, she looked at the pre-cum that had oozed from the slit in the head of his prick, using the tip of her tongue, she spread it over the head of his prick and then slipped his prick into her mouth. She began taking his prick all the way in to the back of her throat, swirling her tongue around the head as she withdrew to the top of his prick. She held the head of his prick just within her mouth and sucked at vigorously while running her tongue around the crown. Then she resumed pumping her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel Allan squirm as she took him deep within her throat.

When she felt a tremor in Allan's thighs, she slid her hand into his pants and fondled his balls as she took his prick as deep as possible into her throat. Her nose was pressed into his prick hair and his hair was tickling her nose...she had to breathe through her nose, Allan's prick totally filled her mouth. She felt Allan's prick begin to throb and felt his hand on her head gently pressing her to his prick, then his prick erupted with a torrent of cum, almost choking her. Susan swallowed quickly sucking him hard, as he pumped shot after shot of cum into the back of her throat. As the spurts of cum lessened, Susan slowed her sucking and gently sucked his prick until she felt it begin to soften and shrivel up, losing its proud hardness.

Sitting up, Susan eased his limp penis back into his pants and zipped him up. Snuggling up to Allan, she whispered, "I told you I could finish what I started."

Allan gave her quick kiss, "Susie, I love you....that was great."

Susan chuckled, "I love to do that to you....to feel that hard prick cum...go all soft...to know I did it, caused it to go so soft." Susan gave Allan a kiss on the neck, "Lord, you had a lot cum, I didn't think you were ever going to stop cumming. Making love must not use it up," she said laughing quietly, "it makes you produce more of it." Susan glanced back at Tracey...Tracey was still sound asleep. Susan laid her head on Allan's shoulder and closed eyes, she was just a little sleepy herself.

Allan glanced at Susan, she had dozed off. "God, I love her," thought Allan. "I don't know how I got so lucky." Allan glanced at his watch, they still had about forty minutes before they would be home. Looking at Susan he thought, "I'm going to miss her when school starts, but I'm going to try and come home at least every other weekend. The way I feel though, even that won't be often enough."

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 07



 Thanks so much to everyone who has commented on this story, and for those who threatened/begged me to continue. I am truly sorry for how slowly I produce these chapters, but thanks for sticking around!!

 Please note: hardly any gay sex in this chapter, and a couple of brief straight scenes. Sorry if this offends anyone reading, but I thought it necessary for the story.

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Mark stared at the PowerPoint slide. The first week back at college, and he was confined to a double lecture entirely based on the concept of theory versus actuality. The summary of the lecture seeming to be that things never, ever worked out exactly the way they were supposed to in theory. That theories were a guideline, a record of failure for what not to do next time. Mark had never been particularly fond of irony, and now even less so. Theoretically, his life should have reverted back to the way things had been two months ago. Theoretically, things between him and Deacon should have been normal, comfortable, familiar. In theory. In actuality? Marie was getting increasingly frustrated and upset by how distant he was being; his friends and family were clearly puzzled by his surliness, his aloofness. And Deacon...things with Deacon weren't normal, they weren't comfortable. And he couldn't stop thinking about how much more familiar they had been.

Mark glanced over at Deacon, sitting across the room, a few rows in front of Mark. Deacon was hunched over the desk with his chin in his hand, twirling a pen between his lips. He was staring straight ahead, his eyes not clearly focussed on anything. He and Mark used to always sit next to each other in their lectures; but when Deacon had arrived in the room today, he'd dropped down into the first free seat in the nearest isle, as he had in every class they shared for the last week. Mark saw it as a pretty self-explanatory gesture, and it stung today just as much as it did the first time.

Mark stifled a sigh and shook his head, returning his gaze to the lecture slides. He jotted down another of the many examples they were being fed of how the best theories from the most logical scientific minds had been proven false, and tried not to think of the consequences he would have to face if his and Deacon's theory turned out to be wrong as well.

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"Okay, that's enough torture for one day," the lecturer concluded, shutting down the PowerPoint slides. The previously quiet room erupted with chatter, cell phone alerts and the shuffling of paper. "No assignment this week, just get started on working through those case studies," the lecturer called across the din as the students began vacating their seats. A thick textbook slipped out of a bag on the desk behind Deacon, and landed by his feet with a thump. Deacon started at the noise and looked around.

"Sorry," the tiny red-head girl behind him said, blushing. "Could you...?" She gestured to the book. Deacon leant down to pick it up and passed it back to her. "Thanks," she smiled. "Looks like you found that lecture really interesting," she said, nodding towards his folder. Deacon glanced down at his notes, which consisted of the date and a blank page. Deacon smiled ruefully at her.

"On another planet today, I guess," he shrugged.

"Well if you need the notes, you can copy mine next lecture, if you want," the girl offered as she shouldered her book bag. Deacon smiled again and nodded.

"Thanks, I might take you up on that." Deacon raised a hand in farewell as the girl left, then looked around the room. It was nearly empty, except for a few intellectuals up the front, pestering the lecturer. Mark was already gone.

Deacon fished his phone from his pocket and opened a new text message to Mark. He stared at the screen and tried to figure out what he should say. How he should explain the stupid, pointless fuck-up the last week had been.

The morning of his first day back, Deacon had overslept and was late for class. Still half asleep and frazzled, he slipped into the room and shrank down into the seat right next to the door. He meant to find Mark afterwards and explain, had promised himself he would; but by the time he finished signing up for labs and tutorials that he'd missed doing at the beginning of the class, Mark was gone. Deacon reasoned that if Mark had taken it the wrong way and thought Deacon was avoiding him, well, Deacon would just clear up the misunderstanding at their next lecture.

But since that first lecture, there always seemed to be something holding Deacon up; a missed alarm or a dropped folder that forced him to rush to class. He tried to tell himself that going straight for one of the closest seats was just because he was late, he should get in the room and sit down with minimal disruption. He tried to ignore the fact that other people were late and made their way to their 'usual' seats, with no one really worrying about the disturbance it caused. In the end, Deacon couldn't ignore the realisation that he seemed to be making himself late on purpose, to avoid having to confront what was going on.

And what was going on? When Deacon admitted to himself that he was avoiding Mark, he thought that maybe they needed a little space. Just for a little while, just until the memories faded a bit. It wasn't really working that well though - Deacon spent most of the lectures staring into space and thinking of Mark anyway. So what was he supposed to write to explain all of that? Deacon growled in frustration and snapped his phone shut. As the seats around him started filling up for the next lecture, Deacon stuffed his phone back in his pocket and hurriedly gathered his things, a funk settling over him again as he left the campus and headed to work.

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Mark was deep in thought, thinking about everything but the case study he was holding and staring right through. A hand stroked the back of his neck, startling him out of his reverie.

"Hey baby," Marie purred into Mark's ear as she continued to caress his neck. Mark clenched his jaw and tried to swallow down the disappointment he felt rising up inside him.

"Hey."

Marie sat down next to him at the table. "I've been looking all over for you. How was your day?"

"Fine."

"Mine was pretty boring, still just a lot of intro waffle. You get any assignments yet?"

"No."

Marie sat quietly for a few seconds before leaning forward across the table. "Mark...what have I done?"

Mark looked up at his girlfriend blankly. "What?"

Marie shrugged. "I must have done something pretty bad to make you act like such a prick towards me lately. And I really don't have any idea what it is."

Mark swallowed and shook his head. "Nothing, you haven't done anything."

"Then why are you being like this?" Marie asked, reaching over the table and grasping Mark's free hand. Mark pulled his hand away and shrugged.

"I...I just feel like I need some space."

"Space?" Marie asked, stung. "I've been away for a month, you need more space than that?"

"It's just...you've been away for that long, I need to...readjust," Mark finished, hating the sound of the lies coming out of his mouth. Marie raised her eyebrows.

"Readjust. To having this...this burden back in your life?" She asked, incredulous.

"Marie..."

Marie pushed back her chair and grabbed her bag from the floor. "No, no it's fine. You take all the damn space you need, and call me when you manage to get your head out of your ass." Marie struggled to free her bag strap from the chair leg, yanking it until it came free, tipping the chair over as it did. Mark jumped up and clutched Marie's elbow as she turned to leave.

"Marie, wait...Please. I'm sorry. I am," Mark implored. "You haven't done anything wrong, I know I'm being a jerk. Its just...this summer, while you were away, I...I..." Mark faltered, trying to find the words to explain his betrayal. 

Marie took his hand in both of hers and stepped closer to him. "What? Please baby, talk to me." Mark met her soft brown eyes with his, and his heart sunk. He couldn't do it, he couldn't tell her what he'd done. He hung his head and sighed.

"It was a fantastic summer, and I guess I'm just bummed out that its over. Post-vacation blues or something." Mark was surprised to realize that this was pretty close to the truth.

Marie smiled, something like relief in her eyes. "Yeah, I can understand that. Even though we were working, I had a great summer too. I haven't spent that much time with Sarry for years, it was like we were kids again. Like being in simpler times, right?" Mark pulled Marie close to hug her, nodding, agreeing with her, even though nothing about his summer seemed simple now. Marie sighed and stepped back from the embrace. "Let's have a barbeque tonight. Enjoy the warm evenings while they last. What do you think?"

Mark smiled and nodded. "Sounds great. I'll pick up some steak and come over after a run, around 6?"

Marie beamed at him. "Perfect. See you later handsome." She stretched up and planted a light kiss on Mark's mouth before walking away.

Mark kept the smile on his face until she was out the door. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, sitting back down heavily. 'It'll get easier,' he told himself for the hundredth time. 'It has to.' The knot that had returned to his stomach after a month long absence said otherwise.

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Deacon tapped his pen against the purchasing folder and sighed. The numbers seemed to swim on the page, and he really couldn't find the concentration or the motivation to make them add up.

"What's up with you lately?"

Deacon looked up with a start and found Sam leaning over the desk at him. Deacon sat back and frowned. "What?"

Sam straightened up and folded his arms across his chest. "All miserable and shit. Quit it."

Deacon shrugged and looked back down at the papers. "Sorry." Sam was silent for a few moments and then sat down in a chair by the desk.

"Well, are you gonna tell me what you're so emo about?"

"No," Deacon replied, still feigning interest in the invoices before him. He glanced up at Sam, meeting his piercing dark gaze for a beat and shook his head. "Nothing."

"Oh sure." Deacon didn't answer. "Wouldn't have anything to do with Mark, would it?"

Deacon's head shot up, his eyes sharp on Sam's. "What? No! Why would it...No." Deacon cleared his throat and focused on his paperwork again. Sam stared at his co-worker until Deacon looked up at him and met his eyes. Sam snorted and shook his head.

"Right. Whatever." Sam held Deacon's eyes for a few moments longer, then turned and walked away. Deacon bit the inside of his cheek and frowned, trying to focus on his work again. Four invoices later, and his cell phone chirped at him, a text message:

BBQ at Rees 2nite, pik me up at 5?

Deacon stared at the message from Sarah, trying to come up with a plausible reason to decline. There really wasn't one; he'd been avoiding spending time with her too since she'd gotten back, and at least if there were other people there tonight, he wouldn't have to be alone with her. As he sent a text back agreeing to the plan, Deacon refused to explore the reasons behind his reluctance to spend time with Sarah alone; instead, he focused on the fact that Mark would be there tonight, and he could try to end the weird avoidance that was going on. Deacon grabbed another invoice and got back to work.

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"Marie?" Mark called through the house as he came through the open door. He heard laughter coming from the backyard - Marie. On the phone, maybe, he thought. Mark made his way to the kitchen and put the pack of steaks he was carrying on the bench. "Ree?" The door from the living room swung open and Marie bounced into the kitchen, her face flushed and eyes sparkling.

"Hey baby," she smiled. "I've got to use the bathroom, grab a beer and go out back." She kissed Mark firmly on the mouth and then disappeared through the door again.

Mark smirked, wondering how many wines Marie had already had as he snared a cold beer from the fridge. He used his keys to pry the cap off his bottle and was about to exit the kitchen when the door swung open again and Deacon walked through, bumping right into Mark's chest. They looked at each other in surprise and hastily drew back from one another.

Deacon scratched the back of his head and looked away. "Sorry. Hey."

"Hi." Mark saw the blush rising on Deacon's neck and had to force his gaze to his feet as he remembered the last time he had seen that color on Deacon's skin, the last time he had caused it.

"I, uh..." All the apologies and glib explanations Deacon had practiced earlier disappeared instantly, dissolving into a pile of confusion in his head. He cleared his throat and pointed to the fridge. "Beer. Sarah..." Deacon trailed off and gingerly skirted around Mark. Deacon opened the fridge, grabbed two bottles and looked hesitantly back at Mark. Mark licked his lips, unsure, and Deacon's eyes couldn't help but follow their wet path. Deacon gritted his teeth and turned to find the bottle opener.

Mark cleared his throat and tried not to look at the back of Deacon's neck, where Mark thought his skin tasted best. "I..." 'miss you,' Mark swallowed the words down before they could leave his mouth. A declaration of emotional neediness to the guy who was steadfastly avoiding him wasn't really going to help matters. "What are you doing here?" Mark winced; sounding like a callous asshole wasn't a great approach either.

Deacon shrugged at the question, trying not to be as hurt by Mark's words as he knew he deserved to be. "Last minute thing. Sarah and Marie weren't as sick of each other as they thought. It's...not a problem, is it?"

It was Mark's turn to shrug, forcing a nonchalance he didn't feel. "Not for me. I thought maybe you had the problem."

"Me? No, no problem. We're back to normal now, right?"

Mark hadn't meant to say anything about his friend's evasiveness, but Deacon's fake smile and casual tone broke through Mark's resolve. "Yeah, right. What about class?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what."

Deacon shrugged a shoulder awkwardly. "I've been, um, held up a lot this week," he started, peeling the label from the neck of his beer bottle. "Seem to be rushing to everything lately."

Mark nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on Deacon's. "Not just trying to avoid me then?"

"Oh, come on. Relax. We're friends; we don't have to be joined at the hip, right?" Deacon could feel his cheeks flush slightly as images the pun provoked flashed through his head.

Mark swallowed his anger at the dismissal and nodded again. "Right." Looking away from Deacon's tense face, Mark put his beer down on the counter and walked out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. Marie was just coming out of the bathroom, and smiled as she saw Mark coming down the hall. 

"Hey you," she started, but was cut off when Mark kissed her fiercely, backing her up against the wall. Pulling back, Mark ignored the stunned look on Marie's face, grabbed her hand and pulled her toward her bedroom. Once they were both inside, Mark kicked the door shut and walked Marie backwards to the bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, Mark lowered her body down onto the bed, his body following, pressing her against the mattress. He began kissing her again, his tongue searching her mouth, his hands slipping up her t-shirt. Marie pulled away slightly and pushed half-heartedly against Mark's solid chest to stop his ministrations. "But Sarah...and Deac..."

"I'm sure they can amuse themselves for half an hour," Mark whispered in Marie's ear, before taking the lobe into his mouth and biting down gently. After that, she wasn't trying to stop anything.

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Deacon watched Mark leave the kitchen, his shoulders stiff. 'You idiot,' he thought. 'Why couldn't you just tell him the truth?' Shaking his head, Deacon made his way to the back porch where he'd left Sarah waiting, and handed her a beer. Sarah smiled her thanks and nodded towards the door.

"Was that Mark I heard?"

"Yeah," Deacon replied as he sat across from Sarah at the picnic table.

"So, where is he?"

Deacon shrugged. "Saying hi to Marie, I guess." He took a swig of his beer, and they sat in silence. A muted thud and a sharp cry turned their heads towards the house, and before either of them could wonder what was going on, a muffled voice cried out Mark's name.

"Well, that answers that question," Sarah giggled. The realization of what Mark and Marie were doing at that moment was like a punch to the stomach for Deacon, and he hid the unexpected hurt with another hefty swallow of beer. He gripped the bottle tighter as he felt Sarah's foot touch his calf and slowly creep up his leg, wrapping around the back of his knee. He looked at her smiling face, a blank look on his. "If they're busy," she said, running her foot up his inner thigh, "maybe you and I could..."

Deacon grabbed her foot before it went any further. "I...we can't, Sarah."

"Why not?" Sarah persisted, pushing her toes into Deacon's unresponsive crotch. Deacon floundered, trying to think of any reason but the truth.

"Because...its not our house."

Sarah huffed impatiently. "Well...how about your car then?"

Deacon pushed her foot down firmly and shook his head. "Its broad daylight outside, someone could see." Sarah stared at Deacon for a silent moment, then retracted her foot and crossed her legs. She opened her mouth as if to say something more, but closed it again after taking in the dark look on Deacon's face.

"Ok. Fine. We won't." She looked away and took another sip of beer. After a few more moments, she rose and put a CD in the stereo to play, turning the volume up loud enough to drown the occasional cry emanating from the house.

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Marie sat on the side of the bed and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Standing, she went over to her dresser mirror and appraised her reflection as Mark sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, quickly pulling his underwear and pants up. Marie smoothed her hair down with her palms and straightened her shirt. When what looked back at her seemed more respectable and less just-fucked, she turned and laid a hand on Mark's shoulder.

She wanted to say something, somehow acknowledge the strangeness in what had just happened, but when Mark turned his face up to meet her eyes, the little-boy-lost expression on his face and the turmoil in those deep brown pools stopped her. He knew something hadn't been right too, and it didn't look like he had any answers either. So instead of starting a fight, Marie leant down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She cupped her hand on his neck and squeezed gently, then left the room silently.

As the door snicked closed, Mark dropped his head into his hands and tightened his fists in his hair. Despite his hurt, confused reasons for dragging Marie in there, it had started off so well...her smooth skin, round curves, they fit so well in his hands, they always had. She tasted so sweet, and the noises she made, the gentle whimpers, the sharp cries, used to make his blood boil. But the curves and the noises, her smell and feel, they weren't what he was thinking of when he came.

He was thinking of short blonde hair, a hard rippled stomach; strong arms and deep, husky grunts. He had closed his eyes and thought of Deacon, his best friend, and that was the only way he was able to make himself come. Mark's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, hot tears prickling his eyes. 'Relax,' he told himself, trying to take deep breaths. 'It's still early days, just give it more time.' Mark repeated this to himself over and over again until his panic had passed and he was breathing normally. He patted his unruly hair down and buttoned his pants before taking one last deep breath and leaving the bedroom.




No Regrets Ch. 07



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When Marie and Mark returned, no one acknowledged their interlude. Marie joined Sarah at the picnic table, and Deacon went to the kitchen to get another beer. When Mark came through to get the meat for the grill, Deacon opened a brew for him too, hoping that even though it was Mark's beer, he'd accept it as a peace offering. Deacon held the bottle out to him, and Mark warily accepted it.

"Cheers," Mark said, tilting the neck of the bottle towards his friend. Deacon raised his own in a mock salute. After a beat, Deacon cleared his throat.

"Hey, uh. What you said, about class..."

Mark made a face and shook his head quickly. "Forget it. You're right, we're not joined at the hip. I just over reacted."

"No, look, you were right. I guess I was avoiding you, but I didn't really realise it. It was just...I don't know..." Deacon bit his lip, trying to think of a way to explain what was going on in his head.

"Relax, dude, I get it," Mark assured him. "Awkwardness is awkward. Give it time, give it space, etcetera. Just..." Mark shrugged a shoulder. "Just tell me next time, okay?"

Deacon gave him a wry smile and nodded. So they both recognised that it was still a little weird. And they both agreed it would get better, easier. This should have put him at ease, lifted a weight from his shoulders. But as they both exited the kitchen, Deacon only felt a strange sense of loss in his gut, a horrible instinct that he was heading in the wrong direction.

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"Marie." Mark had handed the barbeque tongs to Deacon and followed his girlfriend into the kitchen when she went to fetch another drink. She turned at the sound of her name and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Hmm?"

Mark took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her palm. "I'm sorry about before. That it was...weird. I suddenly started thinking about how Sarah and Deac were out here, and that maybe they could hear us, and I just-"

Marie waved her free hand at him in an impatient gesture. "It's ok," she cut in. "Just one of those things, right?"

Mark shrugged. "Well, yeah, but-"

"But nothing." She pulled her hand from his and busied herself filling her glass from the open wine bottle in the fridge. "Another beer?"

"No, thanks," Mark replied slowly, uneasy about her insincere dismissal. 

"Ok. " Marie swept up her now full glass, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slipped past him out the kitchen. Unable and unwilling to decipher her behaviour, Mark rolled his eyes and went back outside to resume his grilling duties.

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The girls set the table and brought out the salads as the boys finished on the grill. The food was complimented then consumed in mostly silence, and after the table was cleared, Deacon and Sarah declined coffee, claimed fatigue and departed quickly. Marie and Mark did the dishes wordlessly then went to bed. Marie kissed him on the cheek again, rolled away from him; she fell asleep quickly, Mark could tell from her change in breathing.

He, on the other hand, lay awake for some time with his jumbled thoughts; thoughts of sex, love, longing, right, wrong...until he got sick of thinking and tried to remember all the verses of the twelve days of Christmas. Sleep crept up on him between lords a-leaping and pipers piping.

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Deacon pulled into Sarah's driveway and stopped the car. Without the hum of the engine and passing street noises, the silence inside the car was like a dark creature hulking in the backseat.

"I'd ask if you're coming inside," Sarah started, looking out the window, "but you're probably tired, right? Or you have an early start. Or my roommates might be up."

Deacon fought the urge to roll his eyes at the snark in her voice. "Sarah...come on. Someone else's house, someone else's bed, while we're there for dinner? I just didn't feel comfortable about it."

"You made me feel like an idiot," Sarah replied quietly. As she faced him, Deacon saw the hurt on her face, the confusion. Any false assurances or sugar coated lies he might have been about to say died on his tongue.

"I'm sorry," Deacon said, realising he was telling her truth for the first time in weeks.

"I just don't know what's up with you lately. I hardly hear from you all summer, and now it's like you'd rather be anywhere but with me."

"Sarah...that's not true," Deacon assured her, even though he knew she was right. "I've got some stuff on my mind, is all."

"Like what?" Sarah asked. Deacon bit the inside of his cheek and said nothing. Sarah reached across Deacon's lap to take his hand in hers. "Please Deac, talk to me. What's going on with you?" Deacon gazed down at their hands wound together loosely; he realised that if he didn't do something, say something, then it was over. He and Sarah would be finished. After too much time had passed for a truthful response to her question, Sarah let out a sound of disgust and jerked her hand away. He still said nothing. "You know what? Fine. I really can't be bothered trying to read your mind, okay?"

In the time it took Sarah to unclip her seat belt and open the car door, the wave of relief he had felt at the prospect of breaking up with her was overshadowed by icy fear; Deacon realised that after the initial shock of the break-up, their friends, his family, would all start asking questions. The sorts of questions he really didn't want to have to answer.

'I can't,' Deacon thought, the fear a palpable lump in his throat. 'They can't know.' Forcing himself to move through the fog of self-loathing in his head, Deacon grabbed Sarah's arm to stop her leaving the car.

"Sarah, wait. I'm sorry, I really am. I'm not meaning to be a jerk. It's just family stuff, and I really don't want to talk about it," Deacon said, almost tasting the sour lie on his tongue.

"Why didn't you just say that then?" Sarah asked, scepticism clear on her face. Deacon put on his most sincere look and took her hand.

"Because I'm an idiot."

"Yes..." Sarah closed the car door.

"An insensitive, self-centred idiot."

Sarah's face softened. "...Better."

Deacon ran his free hand up her jean-clad thigh. "Let me make it up to you?"

"Oh, you think you can give me some lame apology and expect me to jump straight into bed with you?" Sarah asked, a small grin tugged at one corner of her mouth. Deacon squeezed her thigh and grinned too.

"I'll make it up to you several times..." Sarah laughed and flashed a brilliant smile at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Something sunk in Deacon's stomach as he looked at her; she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in real life. She was gorgeous, she was smart and interesting, she was funny, sociable, and full of enthusiasm. She was the perfect woman. If he didn't want her...then something wasn't right.

Sarah frowned at Deacon's scrutiny. "...What?"

"I was just thinking..." Deacon leaned across to her and tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. "...that you are so beautiful."

"Charmer."

"I mean it. I guess I take it for granted a lot, but you are an amazing woman."

Sarah flushed at his words. "Come on. Make me forgive you." Sarah opened the door again and got out of the car. Deacon took a long breath in and out, got out and locked his car before following her into the house.

Sarah led him straight to her bedroom and closed the door behind them. Deacon kissed Sarah softly, over and over, as he lowered her to the bed. He moved down her body and undid her jeans, then slid them along with her underwear down her long legs. With the lightest of touches, he rubbed her swollen cunt lips until she started trying to thrust up against his fingers. Deacon kissed her triangle of pubic hair, and Sarah instinctively moved her legs open for him. He worked his tongue into her moist opening and licked up and down in slow strokes, alternating with sucks to her clit and poking his rigid tongue in her hole.

Deacon knew her so well, knew the spots that got her writhing and sweating, the moves that made her clench muscles and cry out. He felt her body tense up and shudder as she came, her nails digging into his back, but he continued his ministrations. Deacon quickly pushed two of his fingers into her wet hole and twisted them upwards as he sucked hard on her clit. Her cries became higher and more desperate, her thighs clenching around his head as she came again. Sarah's hands scrambled on his shoulders as she wordlessly urged him up. Deacon complied and drew himself up her body; her hands grasped his neck as she pulled his head down to kiss him. As her breathing returned to normal, her hands drifted to his waist, her fingers working at the button of his jeans. Deacon rocked back on his knees and shifted her hands away.

"No, no. I've got the making up to do, remember?" Deacon reminded her, telling himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that he wasn't even slightly hard.

"You just did. Twice."

"Let's go for a record. My tongue isn't tired," Deacon protested, stalling for time while he willed his flaccid cock to wake up.

"Deacon, please," Sarah pleaded. "I want you inside me."

Deacon felt a bolt of white hot desire rip through him as he remembered saying those very words to Mark on their first time. Immediately he felt his cock stir in his pants. The self-hatred and guilt he felt at being so easily turned on by these memories was overwhelmed by the relief that he wouldn't have to explain his lack of erection to Sarah. As Sarah's fingers worked his fly open and she tugged his pants down his thighs, Deacon frowned and tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

'Just close your eyes and think of...whatever you need to,' he told himself as he allowed Sarah to pull him down onto her. So he did. He and Sarah had sex; she came calling Deacon's name and then he came biting back Mark's. Deacon held Sarah afterwards until she fell asleep, but he lay awake for a long time staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was happening to him and what the hell he was going to do about it.

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"Hey emo," Sam greeted Deacon as he came through the back room. "Cut yourself today?" He asked as he dumped his bag in the corner; the question was met with silence. Sam grabbed his work shirt off the back of the door and shrugged it on, buttoning the front as he made his way over to the desk where Deacon was sitting, head down, tapping into a calculator and jotting figures into a notepad. "Burden shared, burden halved man."

Deacon shot a brief glare up at his co-worker. "It's none of your business, alright?"

Sam grabbed the chair in front of the desk and spun it around backwards, straddling it. "To quote the 40-year-old Virgin - your depression is making me depressed. So yeah, now it is my business. Spill."

"Fuck off, Sam," Deacon replied without looking up, his words low but firm. Sam pressed his lips together and tried to gauge from Deacon's face how far he could push this. Sam shoved his sleeves up and placed his forearms on the desk.

"...You can't shock me, y'know," Sam said. Deacon remained silent, but the pen in his hand stilled suddenly. "I'm very liberal."

Deacon raised his head slowly, his face conspicuously blank. "What?"

Sam shrugged and leant forward further onto the desk. "Well, if you're not telling me because you think I'll judge you or something, I won't."

Deacon exhaled sharply through his nose and pushed his chair back from the desk. "Just...just leave it alone, okay? Please." Deacon dropped his pen onto the desk and walked away.

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Mark picked his cell phone up for the eighth time that evening; he flipped it open and stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over Deacon's speed dial key. They would usually be playing Xbox, or watching a movie, maybe heading out for a beer, or even studying. But since their stilted acknowledgement of the situation at the barbeque, Deacon continued to sit by himself at the front of their lectures. Mark didn't feel as hurt by it, but he was still frustrated that things weren't back to normal. He didn't know how to get things back to normal except to leave Deacon alone and give him some time, so for the eighth time, he snapped the phone shut and tossed it back on the table. Trying to refocus on the book he was reading, Mark didn't see Marie watching him from her seat opposite, her forehead crinkled with a frown.

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Deacon tugged on the front doors of the store from inside, making sure they were locked. He flipped the switches under the counter to turn off the display lights and headed into the back room to tell Sam they could go. Sam was standing at the back door with his jacket already on, propping the door open with his foot. He held out Deacon's bag and jerked his head toward the parking lot.

"C'mon emo, let's split."

Deacon grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and accepted his bag from Sam. They stepped out through the back door and Deacon locked it behind them.

"Want to go for a brew or something? Shoot some pool?"

"No, thanks. 'Bye," Deacon mumbled and turned towards his car. Sam grabbed his arm before he could get far and didn't let go until Deacon turned back to face him. "What?" Sam shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and let out a sharp breath.

"Okay look, so I did the girly thing, trying to get you to talk about it yourself. And Jill can vouch for the fact that I can't do subtle. So I think I'll just put all the cards on the table."

Deacon sighed. "What are you talking about?"

"I know about you and Mark," Sam started; he paused, but Deacon said nothing. "And I guess whatever you guys were doing is over now, and you're moping."

Deacon suddenly couldn't hear anything but a shrill ringing in his ears. He felt his blood pulsing through his body, heavy and slow. "How...how do you..."

"I saw you two sucking face in the storage cupboard a couple of weeks back," Sam said; Deacon said nothing, his face stony. "Look, I told you I wouldn't judge, okay? I don't care if you're g-"

"I'm not," Deacon snapped before Sam could say anything more.

Sam shrugged. "Whatever. It doesn't matter though."

"I'm not!" Deacon repeated from between clenched teeth, his heart pounding. He spun around and stalked off into the darkness of the parking lot.

"Deac..." Sam called after him. "Deac, wait!"

"Leave me alone!" Deacon yelled as he kept walking toward his car at the far end of the lot. Sam sighed and kicked a discarded beer can as Deacon's car peeled out of the lot.

"Well, that could have gone better," Sam muttered to himself as he started towards the bus stop. He wasn't really surprised when, the next day, Deacon called in sick for his next two shifts.

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When Deacon turned up for his Thursday afternoon shift, Hale suggested maybe he should have stayed at home. Sam could see why; Deacon had dark circles under his eyes and a noticeable lack of energy. Deacon waved the concern away but didn't argue with being kept off the sales floor for the day. When the evening started to slow down and Hale had left, Sam went looking for Deacon. He found him sitting cross legged on the floor at the very back of the store room, checking serial numbers. Deacon glanced around as he heard Sam approach, but said nothing and went back to his work.

"Good to see you're feeling better," Sam started. Deacon didn't reply. Sam watched him for a few moments, trying to decide what to say next. "I know, alright? There's no point in pretending I don't." Deacon didn't speak for a long time. Eventually he lowered his pen and clipboard and twisted to face Sam.

"Why you didn't say anything?"

Sam shrugged. "You weren't being a moody bitch then, so none of my business. But you are now, so it is," Sam explained. Deacon nodded, but said nothing. "I told you, I don't care if you like cock."

"Jesus, Sam," Deacon choked out, his eyes darting to the door behind Sam.

Sam shrugged again. "Well, I don't. And if you want to do...that with your ass, then that's none of my..."

"Okay!" Deacon exclaimed, putting his hand up. "Alright. I get it. Just stop talking. Please."

Sam grinned. "Let's go for a beer after work. My shout." Deacon stared at Sam for a few moments before shaking his head.

"...Maybe another time." Deacon picked up the clipboard and turned back to the boxes. Sam rolled his eyes and went back to the front of the store.

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Sam let the two other store hands leave early as closing time loomed. When it came time to lock up, it was just him and Deacon.

"Yo emo, help me bring these displays in, wouldja?" Sam called into the back of the store. Deacon emerged a few moments later, grabbed the other side of the display case Sam was holding and together they carried it inside the store front. Sam leaned on the case and looked at Deacon for a few moments. "So...how long were you and Mark...?"

Deacon turned away and started to bring in the smaller stands. "About a month," he answered eventually. When all the stands were in, Sam closed and locked the front doors.

"So, what happened?" Sam asked. Deacon shot him a brief glance before focusing on his own feet.

"We got drunk...he kissed me and-" Deacon started, before Sam waved his hand and cut in.

"No, no, I mean why did you call it quits?"

Deacon shrugged. "Our girlfriends came home. Everything back to normal."

Sam gave Deacon an incredulous look. "Whose stupid idea was that?"

"It was a mutual decision," Deacon replied, his tone defensive. Sam snorted.

"Oh right. That's why you're walking around like a kicked puppy," Sam said. Deacon didn't reply; he flicked the store lights off and moved to the back room to collect his things. Sam followed, grabbing his jacket and opening the back door. Once they were both standing outside and Sam had locked the back door, Deacon turned to Sam and looked straight at him.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Deacon asked. Sam shook his head.

"No, man, of course not. Except Jill," Sam added after a moment with an apologetic half-shrug.

"Yeah. Thanks," Deacon said in a quiet voice. "See ya." Deacon went to leave but stopped and turned back around when Sam called his name.

"Deac. Look...I'm assuming Mark is the only other person who knows about this," Sam started. Deacon nodded. "If you need to...I dunno, angst about it or talk or whatever, I swear I'm not going to tell anyone."

Deacon nodded and gave Sam a guarded smile. "...Thanks," he said again, then walked towards his car.

"See you Saturday," Sam called after Deacon's retreating figure. 'Talk about it? When did I turn into such a chick?' Sam asked himself. With a rueful chuckle, he walked towards the bus stop.

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Mark was sitting in his seat in the class room, his head resting on his desk. He was tired. He'd been up late with Marie, having sex. It had taken him a really long time to finish, which Marie thought was great; she probably wouldn't think it was so great if she knew why. Mark had decided he wasn't going to think about Deacon, only of Marie. And it had worked, in a way. The mere sensations were enough to make him come eventually, but there had been no...connection. He might as well have been jerking off.

"Hey."

Mark looked up as someone dropped down into the seat next to him. It was Deacon. Mark quickly sat up. "...Hey."

"It's okay if I sit here, right?" Deacon asked.

"Yeah. 'Course," Mark answered with a grin.

Deacon smiled, relieved. "Cool. Hey, lend me your notes for Thursday last week? I was totally out of it, missed the whole lecture."

Mark pushed his folder across to Deacon. "Here."

"Thanks," Deacon said as he shuffled through the paper. He found the right page and started to copy it into his own folder. As he wrote, he glanced sideways at Mark. "DOA at mine tonight. You game?"




No Regrets Ch. 07



"...Always," Mark replied, surprised.

"Seven?" Deacon suggested.

Mark nodded. "I'll bring pizza," he whispered as the lecture started.

"And I've got beer," Deacon grinned. Mark grinned back, his stomach fluttering as he turned his attention to the professor.

And the evening was okay. A bit strange at first, both boys silently remembering everything they had done on the couch they now sat on. Same with the patio by the pool, the short stairs leading to the hallway, the kitchen floor... Not to mention that it was a similar situation that had started it all the first time. But after a while, with a little persistence and a lot of restraint, things really did seem almost normal. They played Xbox, ate pizza and drank beer, talked about innocuous things and laughed over old jokes. And if there had been a whole lot of distracting thoughts by either of them about mouths, tongues, hands and various other body parts...well, neither of them mentioned it.

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It was late on Saturday afternoon, and Sam and Deacon were leaving work after locking up.

"How about that beer, emo?" Sam asked, clapping Deacon on the back.

"Yeah. Alright," Deacon answered after a moment.

They walked to the bar across the street in silence. Sam ordered two beers and brought them over to the corner booth Deacon had settled in to. They finished the beers and were halfway through the second round, still in silence; Sam was about to give up when Deacon spoke.

"I didn't think it would be this hard," Deacon started, his voice quiet as he stared down at his drink. Deacon didn't say what he was referring to, but they both knew what was being talked about. "We still see each other just as much, but its...tense now. It's not supposed to be. We said things would go back to the way they were, but they haven't. Not for me, anyway."

"Did you really think it would? Go back to normal?" Sam asked. Deacon shrugged and looked at his work mate.

"Well...yeah."

It was Sam's turn to shrug. "Then you're an idiot," he stated.

"Thanks," Deacon snarked, scowling at Sam.

"Oh come on," Sam replied with a look of disbelief on his face. "You really thought you and your straight best friend could have a summer long homosexual fling with no residual consequences?"

Deacon was quiet for a few moments. "...I guess not," he agreed quietly. Deacon rubbed a hand over his face and looked up at Sam. "Fuck. What do I do now?"

Sam took in the defeated and miserable look on Deacon's face. He had never liked giving advice, even when asked, but Deacon obviously couldn't see what was right in front of him, and there was no one else to point it out to him. Sam leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table.

"If it were me...I think you guys should talk. A bit more honestly than you have up till now," Sam suggested, his voice low.

"It's not that easy," Deacon said with a sigh. "I mean, what if...what if he doesn't see things the same?"

Sam shrugged. "At least you'll know. Things can't stay as they are, man. You need to make a move. For better or worse."

Deacon thought it over. Sam was probably right; knowing something for sure was better than constantly imaging worst case scenarios. But Deacon couldn't shake the idea that the truth might actually turn out to be the worst possibility. He shook his head.

"No," Deacon said emphatically. "No, this won't last forever. The way things are...it'll pass."

"Don't be stupid," Sam snapped, his patience running out. "You can't just turn off how you feel about someone."

Deacon shoved his beer away and glared at Sam. "I don't feel any way about him!" Deacon grabbed his coat and yanked it on as he left the booth. "It's none of your fucking business anyway," Deacon spat before storming out of the bar. 

Sam watched him leave, then signaled the bartender for another beer before slumping back into his seat. Jill was wrong, Sam decided. Gay guys were just as pig-headed and unreasonable as their straight counterparts.

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Mark stirred as he felt a weight settle over him. A large hand pressed on his ribcage as lips bordered with stubble traced along his neck.

"I've missed this...missed you," Deacon's voice murmured into Mark's ear. Mark sighed and ran his hands up the smooth skin of Deacon's back.

"Me too. Couldn't stand it anymore, need to touch you," Mark mumbled into Deacon's hair.

"So touch me," Deacon growled, grabbing one of Mark's hands and placing it on his hard cock.

Mark squeezed Deacon's smooth shaft, his own cock aching as Deacon moaned. Mark turned his head, desperate to taste Deacon again, feel his tongue and swallow his sounds. Deacon lowered his lips to Mark's painfully slow, wetting them with his tongue...just a little closer...Mark could feel their heat...

Mark started awake and bolted upright. He was sweaty and disorientated, his dick rock hard and aching. Just a dream. He flopped back down onto the bed and let out a long sigh. Two weeks down, with variations of the same dream every night. 'How much longer until it lets up,' Mark wondered. If it ever did. If he even wanted it to...

 To be continued... 



No Regrets Ch. 07



Chapter 7 – Tommy's Story – Closure

Tommy had quickly found work and a place to stay, although it was only a box room in lodgings it suited him. The work he found was at a local food store and he worked there for a good two years before another opportunity presented itself. The newly formed NHS was recruiting and they needed nurses, male and female. The pay was good so he applied and was delighted when he was accepted. He found himself at college training to be a nurse, he really enjoyed it too.

London was a vibrant city with so much going on that no one could possibly get bored night or day. Tommy however rarely went out, spending much of his free time in his room, either studying or just listening to the wireless. By 1951 Tommy had become a fully qualified nurse and was working in one of the largest hospitals in London. He was enjoying a good income too and now that he could afford it he moved to his own apartment.

During the move he found the letters that had been kept at the bottom of his drawers for the last four years. He thought about writing one last letter, to see if it would get to Ryan, maybe it would be worth it. Then it occurred to him that if Ryan had been trying to contact him he wouldn't know where Tommy was now living. How could he have been so stupid. Then in an inspiration he grabbed pen and paper and quickly wrote.

"To the occupier of TurnBull Ranch, Rapid City, South Dakota, USA

To whom it may concern.

I am trying to locate a friend who I lost contact with several years ago. His name is Ryan Monroe and was living at this address. I would appreciate any help you could give me in locating him as he was a very close friend.

Yours Faithfully

Tommy Anderson"

Originally he was going to write it to Ryan but he figured that if Ryan had moved then someone else would now be living there. But if he hadn't then he would open the letter and maybe that's all he would need to prompt him to get back in contact. 

That afternoon it was in the post.

Every day for a month Tommy checked his mail box, he was beginning to think that it was just a waste of time when one day he received a letter with an American post mark. He flew into his room ripping it open, as he did so a photograph fell out. He picked it up and saw it was of Ryan holding a baby, next to him was a woman but the photograph was burnt on the edges marring her features. His heart jumped, he hadn't seen Ryan's face for six years, he couldn't believe he had a photograph of him. He took out the letter and began to read.

"Dear Tommy.

My name is Ida Patterson and are the new owners of TurnBull Ranch. We moved in four years ago after it was rebuilt."

Tommy didn't like where this was going, Ryan was no longer there.

"I'm sorry to inform you that the original Ranch was burned down, they had discovered two bodies which they believe was Ryan Monroe and his wife."

Tommy choked, tears filled his eyes, Ryan was dead?

"They never found the baby.

I have enclosed a photograph that we found when the Ranch was being rebuilt. I'm sure you would appreciate it having been as you said such a close friend.

Again I am sorry for your loss.

Best wishes

Ida Patterson."

Tommy picked up the photograph and cried. He cried like he had never done before, all the years of hope suddenly washed away, he was never ever going to see his Ryan again. He placed the photo next to the one of his mother and cried himself to sleep.

* * *

Six years had passed and Tommy was now working in a private clinic, the money was much better and he was a senior nurse. The picture of Ryan was now framed and in pride of place next to his mothers photo, two people who meant the world to him.

He felt like he had moved on from the loss of Ryan but in reality he hadn't. He still hadn't been with anyone else, not even on a date. No one interested him enough to want to go there, instead he would just masturbate to memories of his time with Ryan. He preferred it that way, he didn't want to loose the love he still held for him and going with someone else might just endanger that.

It was a lovely summers day as Tommy walked through Hyde park having just finishing a long shift at the clinic. As he exited the park and turned into the street where he lived a young boy slammed into him, both of them went flying.

"Hey!" Tommy shouted picking himself up. He looked over at the boy, he seemed petrified, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Are you ok?" Tommy asked holding out his hand to help the boy up.

Suddenly two more boys came flying round the corner and Tommy realised why he had been running. "You boy's got somewhere else you need to be!" Tommy snarled.

The boys turned and ran leaving Tommy to help the young boy up. He looked no older than fourteen, dressed in a school boy uniform with a maroon blazer and grey shorts. He had jet black hair and was rather skinny, he looked quite frail too. But Tommy was rather surprised at how handsome he was, he'd never looked on boys that way before but there was something about this lad that he found somewhat attractive.

The boy shyly apologised between sobs, "I'm sorry Mr."

Tommy handed him his handkerchief to wipe his eyes, "that's ok, no harm done. What's your name?"

"Thomas."

"Oh, it's not often I meet someone with the same name as me," Tommy states, "but people call me Tommy".

Thomas hands the handkerchief back to Tommy, "thanks."

"Will you be ok?" Tommy asked, the boy nodded.

Tommy then turned to go when Thomas spoke, "Can I buy you a coffee?"

Tommy turned back in surprise. "Er, not sure if I should accept drinks from strange boys," he said trying to make a joke.

"It's only a coffee," the boy replied.

Tommy felt a little embarrassed. He found it odd that a young boy would want to buy him coffee but he figured he had saved the boy from bullies and he was really cute , "Yeah ok, why not."

They headed to a small coffee house just round the corner and after getting their drinks sat in the window.

"So why was those boys chasing you?" Tommy asked.

Thomas stared into his coffee, "I'd rather not say."

"I used to be bullied too," Tommy said.

"I'm not being bullied," Thomas said, Tommy sensed he was lying. The boy paused for a moment studying Tommy. "What did you do?"

"Tried to ignore them. It was difficult though, sometimes they just wouldn't leave me alone."

"Yeah, it's the same for me," Thomas said hanging his head.

"I suppose your father has told you to stand up to them?"

Thomas nodded, "but I can't, there's always more of them and they're stronger than me," he blurted out tears forming in his eyes.

Tommy took hold of his hand, "I know, that's exactly what I used to say, but it wasn't till I had left school I realised that standing up to them was the only way for it to stop."

Thomas didn't seem convinced but he never took his eyes off Tommy.

Tommy changed the subject, "Your accent doesn't seem English, where are you from."

"I was born in America but grew up in London." he replied.

"I knew an American once," Tommy sighed remembering Ryan.

"Anyone I know?" the boy asked.

Tommy laughed, "America's a big place you know."

"I know, it was a joke." Thomas smiled.

Tommy laughed some more, "Well you got me good."

They chatted some more about school and his plans to be an architect and Tommy's career in nursing. They were really getting to know one another when Tommy noticed a look on the boy's face, it was the same look that Ryan had all those years ago. He found himself lost in the young boy's eyes. Feelings he thought had been buried began to resurface and in an instant he was eighteen again, looking into the eyes of his lover.

"That's my father, I have to go, thank you for the coffee," Thomas said standing.

Tommy snapped out of his trance, What just happened?

Tommy looked out of the window, all he could see was the back of a tall man in a trench coat. Thomas waved goodbye and joined his father. The man never once looked back.

Tommy sat in silence, still reeling from the encounter. How could he be attracted to that boy. He's only fourteen for Gods sake.

* * *

"Hey you ok?" Tommy asked.

Thomas was crying, "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just such a sad story."

He looked deep into Thomas's eyes, he still had that look that captivated him. He was glad he never mentioned that part in his story. He didn't want it to complicate things.

"Yeah, well you're the first person I've ever told it to."

"And a beautiful story it was too," a voice croaked from the bed.

"Pops, you're awake," Thomas got up and sat by the bed.

"Ah, Mr Richardson, I'm glad you're awake, I need to take your temperature," Thomas said walking over to Donald.

As Tommy leant over and placed the thermometer in Donald's mouth, the dying man spoke.

"I never stopped loving you Tommy."

Tommy was confused, he looked at Thomas who was smiling profusely, then carefully looked at Donald. Suddenly Tommy stood up, it felt like a bolt of lightening had struck him. Emotions overwhelmed him like a tidal wave as he choked out his name.

"Ryan?"



No Regrets Ch. 08



Susan lay in bed waiting for Tracey to finish her shower; she could hear it still running in the adjoining bath. "This should be a good weekend," thought Susan. "Allan gets back tomorrow afternoon from the three and a half day, orientation session at the University. Damn, I've missed him. Even though he called twice. It's not the same."

Susan crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself as she thought of Allan, "God, I miss him and I miss that beautiful prick of his. When we talked tonight, my panties were so wet, I was afraid Mom would be able to see a wet spot on my shorts." Susan sat up and removed her teddy top and her panties, and lay back, naked on the bed.

Susan heard Tracey come into the dark room, and felt the bed shake as she got into the bed. Tracey snuggled up to Susan putting her arm around Susan and pulling Susan over on her side so that they were lying toe to toe, their tits pressing against one another. "Uh-Oh," said Tracey, "some one is really hot tonight, already naked and ready to go. Did Allan's call get your pussy all bothered?" Tracey ran her hand down over Susan's stomach to her cunt and cupped her vulva in her hand. "Lord, you are hot and soaking wet," teased Tracey as she kissed Susan, running her tongue into Susan's mouth.

Susan tongued Tracey back, their tongues dueling back and forth in their mouths. Susan broke the kiss, and said jokingly, "If you had been in the shower much longer, I was going to go find my vibrator." Susan flinched as Tracey's finger slipped between her pussy lips and stroked her hole. "Lord, that feels good, but, even though I love you, I wish it was Allan's prick in there," gasped Susan.

"Good, I'm glad you're so hot - I've got a surprise for you," whispered Tracey. "I got it at the flea market today. Turn on your night light."

Susan turned on the small light and Tracey showed her a dildo, one you strap on, but this one had two imitation penises on it facing in opposite directions. It looked like a capital letter 'Z' that had been mashed down so that the vertical line was shorter and the lower line curved upward.

Tracey eagerly explained, "Grandma and Mom were over at the other end of the place, and I was looking at the different vibrators this young girl was selling. When there was no one else there, she told me she had something I might be interested in and asked me to come behind the table. She got this out from under the table and asked if I was looking for something like this and showed it to me."

Susan looked at it turning it over in her hands, "One prick goes in your pussy and you screw some one else with the other prick....both of you get off....that's cute."

Tracey laughed, "Yeah, I thought so too, that's why I got it. The girl, Sharon, told me that she thought that it would work the way it is suppose to. She was grinning the whole time she told me that....she was real nice, our age and good looking." Tracey gave Susan a quick kiss, "She's attends the Junior College too, a sophomore."

Tracey looked at Susan, "Do you want to try it? After all the trouble I had getting it home without Grandma or Mom spotting it, it had better work." Tracey got up on her knees and spread her legs, handing Susan a small tube of K-Y jelly, Tracey said, "Work that up in me and help me get it strapped on."

Susan put some jelly on the lower curved dildo. "This feels almost real, some type of latex," said Susan. "This curves right up into your pussy and the other sticks out pretty straight." Feeling the inside of the latex connector, the cup that would fit over Tracey's vulva, Susan asked, "Did you notice that this has a bunch of little bumps or knobs inside that will rub your clit?"

"Yeah I did. Sharon pointed them out me too," said Tracey.

Susan began to work the fake prick into Tracey's pussy, slowly stroking it in and out, going a little deeper each time. The prick was about five inches long and about 2 inches wide. When Susan had it totally buried into Tracey's pussy and the front was flush with her vulva, she began to fasten the straps while Tracey held the dildo in place.

"Damn, Susan, it already feels good," whispered Tracey.

With the straps in place and some K-Y jelly on the other fake prick, Susan laid back on the bed and held out her arms to Tracey, "Okay, lover, come fuck me," chuckled Susan.

"Slide a pillow under you, so your pussy will be up higher," said Tracey. When Susan had the pillow under her buttocks, Tracey guided the head of the dildo to Susan's pussy and rubbed it up and down her pussy, teasing Susan's pussy by sliding it between her pussy lips. "How does that feel?" asked Tracey.

"Good...but I want it in me....I want to you to fuck....fuck me hard," gasped Susan.

Tracey slid the dildo into Susan's wet pussy, pushing it all the way in. As their bodies met, Tracey could feel the dildo, the prick in her own pussy, fucking her pussy with short strokes, while she was stroking the other prick, with long slow strokes in and out Susan's throbbing pussy. The false pricks were very flexible, allowing Susan to pull Tracey down to her breasts while Tracey pumped her ass driving the prick into Susan.

Susan wrapped her legs around the back of Tracey's thighs and grasping Tracey's buttocks with her hands, pulled Tracey even harder into her pussy. "Oh Tracey.....Oh kitten....it feels great....that's it fuck me hard....deep," moaned Susan. Susan buried her face in Tracey's neck, tonguing her way up to Tracey's ear and then to her lips, kissing her deeply. As she kissed Tracey, Susan began to thrust her hips up against Tracey, trying to drive the prick even deeper into her throbbing pussy.

Tracey lowered her mouth to Susan's tit and took the nipple between her lips and began to suck and tongue it. Tracey could feel the prick in her own pussy move every time Susan pushed her hips up driving her pussy against Tracey downward thrusts. Tracey left Susan's tit, raising up slightly so she could drive her fake prick into Susan's pussy with even greater force, squirming closer, Tracey forced Susan's legs even wider, allowing the prick to go deeper into Susan's pussy. Tracey would draw the prick almost out of Susan's pussy and then ram it back into her as deep as she could.

Each time Tracey thrust the prick into Susan, the cup holding the prick in her was rubbing Tracey's clitoris with the little knobs on the inside of the cup - the sensation was driving her wild. Tracey drove the prick into Susan's cunt and held it there, grinding her hips into Susan, Tracey could feel her own swollen, engorged clitoris being massaged by those knobs inside the cup. Each time one rubbed her clit hard, she felt a spasm in her pussy and could feel the fake prick in her pussy even more strongly.

"Ohhhhh.....That's good....that's goooood," moaned Susan. "Fuck me faster....harder...That's it fast...as fast as you can." Susan began to ram her hips into Tracey even faster and harder, as though she wanted Tracey to be totally in her pussy. "OOHHhhhhhh.....I'm going to cum......NOW.....NOW...HARDER....HARDER ..OOOHHHhhhhhhhh....I'm cumming...I'm cuuummmiiiinnng," moaned Susan.

When Susan moaned and pushed hard against the prick ramming into her cunt, Tracey felt the tension building up in her own pussy and as Susan started to cum, Tracey felt her own orgasm begin deep in her pussy and sweep through her body. "Ohhh God," moaned Tracey as she collapsed upon Susan's body, "that was good.... Oh Susie, that was good." Tracey lay there holding Susan, the fake prick still buried deep in Susan's pussy.

Tracey rolled off Susan letting the prick slip from Susan's pussy. Susan turned to her and hugged Tracey and then started laughing quietly. "What is it? asked Tracey.

"You lying there with your prick sticking straight up the air, it looks like you have a permanent hard-on," laughed Susan. Susan sat up and lowered her mouth onto the fake prick taking it into her mouth, tasting her own pussy juices on it. Lying back down Susan kissed Tracey, "It doesn't taste as good as Allan's, there's no cum to lick up," whispered Susan. "But, little sister, it does fuck pretty good, or rather you do." Susan kissed Tracey deeply running her tongue deep into her mouth.

"I'm glad you liked it, Susie," said Tracey. "Sharon was right it does work. When you ground your hips into me, it rubbed my clit so hard that I thought my pussy was going to explode. I started cumming and couldn't, didn't want to stop....it felt great. Now, why don't you quit laughing at me and help me out of this thing."

Susan laughed, and helped Tracey unstrap the dildo rig. Susan pulled Tracey over to her, "Kitten, you're a good fucker," chuckled Susan. "Next time you'll have to let me wear it."

"Oh Susie, did you really cum good...did it feel like you were really being fucked?" asked Tracey.

"It's not as good as Allan's prick...just doesn't feel the same. It was still good, because it was you, because you were trying to please me, and because I love you - love to have sex with you."

Tracey kissed Susan and gently stroked her breast, "Good, I wanted to surprise you. I was real proud of myself." Tracey chuckled, "I think that Sharon would have volunteered to try it with me if I had asked."

Susan laughed, "I expect she would have. You don't realize just how beautiful you are and what a body you have. Although, I expect Brent has already told you that."

"I can hardly wait for this weekend," said Tracey. "Tomorrow is Brent's last day at the Park and he's going stop here and spend Saturday and Sunday with Allan. We'll be able to double date," Tracey laughed, "or should I say double-fuck."

"God, I know, kitten," whispered Susan. "Talking to Allan tonight got me so worked up that I was afraid that Mom and Grandma would be able to see how wet my pussy was. I was afraid I had soaked through the crotch of my shorts."

Tracey kissed Susan's tit and tongued her nipple still hard from their sex. Tracey nestled her head between Susan's tits, kissing her skin, "Hmmm...I love sleeping with you, having sex with you. I love to screw Brent, but this is different. I don't want us to ever stop loving one another," said Tracey as she raised her head and kissed Susan passionately. Tracey pulled back from the kiss and looking at Susan, said, "Susie, I want you again....I want to make love to you again."

Susan whispered, "I want you too, want you a lot. I enjoy making love to you, and we've got all night to make love to each other."

Susan walked into the auditorium of the Jr. College, it was Monday, registration day, with classes starting Thursday. Allan had left yesterday for the university. She smiled as she thought of the past week with him. Susan glanced around; there several lines set up, A-H, I-N, and O-Z. Susan got in the O-Z line. There were six people ahead of her. As she stood there, she thought about how good the week had been and how much she was going to miss Allan. She thought to herself. "At least I'm luckier than Tracey, Brent was able to spend only a few days before having to leave for home. Tracey won't see him again until he can get back down here or we go up there." Susan was so deep in thought that the voice behind her didn't register at first.

"Tracey? Tracey Strand?"

Susan turned and saw a girl about her own age, and quite pretty, with a very good figure and beautiful auburn hair. "No, I'm Susan Strand."

"Oh, you must be Tracey's sister. I'm sorry, but the two of you look so much alike. Very beautiful, I might add," laughed the young woman. "I'm Sharon Stoddard, Tracey and I met at the flea market. I thought she had said she was a freshman and I knew they register tomorrow, but I saw you and thought maybe I had misunderstood her."

Susan laughed, "We do cause confusion some times. Tracey told me she met you."

"I was working one of the tables, trying to get a little additional tuition money," said Sharon. Then with an impish gleam in her eyes, she looked directly into Susan's eyes, and said, "Tracey bought something from me there, that's how we met."

"I know, she's always finding interesting things at flea markets," said Susan with a smile.

"Yeah, you can find some pretty useful stuff," Sharon had a broad grin on her face, "enjoyable things as well."

Susan laughed at the code they were talking in, "I like this girl," thought Susan. Aloud she said, "Your right, Tracey had a pretty good time with her purchase."

Sharon laughed, "I hope she wasn't stingy with it, it's meant to be shared."

"Oh no, Tracey and I share everything," Susan was enjoying the twinkle in Sharon's eyes. "We're pretty close that way."

Both girls were laughing softly now, enjoying the repartee. The line had moved and Susan had to begin her registration. "I'm glad I met you," said Susan, "I'll see you later."

"It'll be lunch time when we get through. Do you want get a burger at the Student Union snack bar?"

"Sure, if I'm finished first, I'll wait for you just outside," replied Susan.

Susan and Sharon sat in the snack bar comparing schedules, Susan had registered in the Pre-med program - she was considering veterinary medicine like Allan. Sharon was also registered in Pre-med for nursing. Comparing schedules, they found they had three classes together, their first morning class at 9 o'clock and then the 11 and 1 o'clock classes. They finished their lunch and then talked for almost an hour and a half about themselves and their goals, dreams.

Susan learned that Sharon's parents were dead and that she lived with her older brother, who was a pharmacist. Susan told her about having to move to Madison after her father was killed, and about meeting Allan, who was off to the university. Sharon knew who Allan was, but didn't know him personally. Sharon told Susan that she had been going off and on with a guy her last year in high school, but he had left for an out of state college, so the relationship was over -- it hadn't been that serious to begin with. Susan found out that Sharon intended to walk home so she offered her a ride and Sharon accepted.

"Turn left at the next corner," said Sharon. "It's the third house on the right."

As Susan pulled into the driveway, she commented, "Pretty nice, but that's an awful lot house for just you and your brother."

"I know. I do most of the cleaning, but Dad left it to both of us," explained Sharon. "We've both lived here most of our lives and just hate to move. Mainly, because it's all paid for."

Susan laughed, "That's the best reason I can think of." Turning to look at Sharon, Susan said, "I'm really glad we met today. I haven't had a chance to meet many people and was dreading starting school without knowing anyone.' Susan smiled at Sharon, "I feel much better about it now that I've gotten to know you -- I don't feel as alone."

Sharon put her hand on Susan's forearm and gave it a light squeeze, "Susan, I like you," said Sharon. "I hope we can be friends. I'm going need all the help I can get in chemistry," she said chuckling quietly.

"That may be the blind-leading-the-blind," laughed Susan. "Since you don't have a car, how about me picking you up Thursday? You can help me. You know where to park and everything."

"Sure, that'd be fine. Save Gary from having to drop me off," replied Sharon. "About 8:15? That will give us some time to get organized after we get there."

"It's a deal," said Susan, "see you then." As Susan backed out of the drive and headed home, she thought, "I like her. I hope we can be friends. Funny, but she had not made any more references to the Tracey buying the dildo, probably didn't want to pry.

Six weeks later, Susan smiled to herself as she turned down the street to Sharon's house. She and Sharon had become good friends, and had come to know each other pretty well. Since Sharon didn't have a car, she and Tracey picked Sharon up each morning and dropped her off after school.

Sharon's brother had to go to a, Pharmacy Convention in the state capital; Susan was going to stay with Sharon tonight and tomorrow night. It would give them a chance to study together for some tests. She was smiling, because as she started to leave home, she went back in the house and got the dildo that Tracey had purchased from Sharon. "Who knows," thought Susan, "it might come in handy. Sharon is certainly beautiful enough."

"Well, that ought to do it," said Susan, closing the chemistry book. "If we don't know it now, I'm afraid it's hopeless."

"I agree," said Sharon with a laugh. "I'm ready to hit the showers. Studying this stuff is as bad as a workout." Sharon looked at Susan, "Susan, if you want to, rather than sleep in separate rooms, we can both sleep in the big bedroom. It has a king size bed, plenty of room."

"Sure, we'll make a slumber party out of it," laughed Susan. "But, I can't stay awake talking all night the way we did when I was 13 and 14."

Sharon laughed, "Neither can I...we must be getting old." As they started up the stairs, Sharon said, "Why don't you use the shower off the bedroom and I'll use the hall bath, that's where all my stuff is anyway."

Susan looked at herself in the mirror. She had brought two of her sexist nighties with her and had decided to wear the white one. It was so sheer that it was almost transparent, showing her nipples and pussy hair through the thin fabric. Susan turned and entered the bedroom just as Sharon entered it from the hall. Sharon was also wearing sheer nighty, a thin rose colored one that accented her hair.

"That teddy goes perfectly with your hair," said Susan. "It brings out the red in it."

"Oh thanks. That's a nice one you have...with that tan you still have, you're beautiful in it," said Sharon, turning back the bedspread.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" asked Susan.

"Sure."

"Well, I was just wondering, is your hair, your pubic hair, as pretty as your hair...does it have those reddish hi-lights in it? If I'm being too nosy, tell me to mind my own business."

"I think so," said Sharon. "Here you tell me," she said as she pulled her bikini panties down and raised her top so Susan could see her pussy hair. Sharon was blushing as she held her top up so Susan could see her bush clearly.

"It's just as pretty, has those same reddish hi-lights," said Susan, then she noticed Sharon was blushing. Pulling Sharon's top back down, Susan gave her a quick hug, "Oh honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm sorry."

"No, it's not that. I've always been a little shy that way. I use to hate to have get undressed for PE." Sharon laughed, pulling her panties back up, "I really didn't mind, not with you."

Sharon turned the lights off and they got in bed leaving just a night light on in the bath. Susan slid over a little closer to Sharon so they could talk. Since Susan had told her earlier about Allan and how serious their relationship was, Sharon asked about him. When she learned Allan would be able to take Susan to the school dance next month, she said, "You're lucky Susan, you've got Allan. I really envy you having some one that loves you that much...it must be wonderful."

"Sharon, as beautiful as you are, you could have any guy you want. I've been with you a half dozen times when some guy asked you for a date, and you turned them down. Some pretty decent looking guys."

"Yeah, I know. And, it's not that I'm pining for David. I tried to get serious about him, we went together almost a year."

"Were you and David having sex?"

"Not all the way. We did some heavy petting toward the end. You know...he'd finger fuck me, and I even let him fuck my mouth, sucked him off. But, I'm still a virgin. From the way the girls talked, I think I was the only virgin left in the whole school," said Sharon pensively.

Susan didn't say anything for a moment, she thought Sharon would continue. Then she heard a soft muffled sob. "Why, she's crying," thought Susan, "and trying to not let me know."




No Regrets Ch. 08



Chapter 8 – Ryan's Story – The escape plan

The prison camp was comfortable enough. Eight bunks to each barrack holding a total of sixteen men. The barracks were separated according to county so naturally Ryan was housed in one with all Americans. Each of the barracks had a stove for heating, not very efficient during the winter months but it helped. Showers were had in a separate building which most of the time didn't have hot water.

Ryan was depressed beyond belief. On their way to their objective his whole troop had been ambushed and he lost ten good men under his command. He felt personally responsible for this although intel hadn't warned him about enemy troop movements in the area, he hadn't known they were heading into a trap. Thinking of Tommy and his son made his depression worse and all he wanted to do now was get back to them. 

He volunteered to join escape gangs, these were set up by the escape committee and would draw out various plans to escape the camp. The escape committee was run by senior officers and it would be them alone that would approve an escape plan. Ryan tried several escape attempts but all of them failed. The last one was the worst, six men died in the attempt and Ryan nearly lost his life.

He'd had plenty of time to think about his brief time with Tommy. How could he forget his big blue eyes and that cute button nose that sat exquisitely above those succulent plump lips? Or his soft silky blond hair that needed constantly to be brushed from his face. He would always get aroused when thinking of him in this way and there wasn't much opportunity for relief when you're incarcerated with several hundred men.

He remembered that first night they had made love. He couldn't sleep, couldn't get Tommy off his mind. It drove him crazy and he ended up walking the streets till the early hours to clear his head. The vision of Tommy's face after that first kiss was vivid, the wanton look of desire was too much for him and he did something that night he never thought would ever happen. It was better than he had ever imagined, more intense, infinitely better than any woman including his wife.

Ryan had always known he was attracted to other men ever since he and his cousins would mess around in his father's barn. To them it was just experimenting but he knew he wanted, no needed something more. 

It scared him when Tommy used the word Love. He hadn't considered the consequences when he seduced him. He didn't really know what he was expecting but hearing "I love you" sent his mind in a spin. It didn't occur to him that Tommy might feel that way yet looking back it was exactly how he felt. For two days he tried to forget him, put him out of his mind. But when he got his orders he just had so see him one more time before he was shipped out to France. He's glad he did. He now knew for sure that he is hopelessly in love with Tommy.

One night he was sitting at the back of his barracks smoking, the full moon providing more than enough illumination to light the whole area. Tonight would not have been a good one for an escape. Ryan's thoughts turned to Tommy and the wonderful night they had spent together before he was shipped out to France. Even though he was among hundreds of men he felt so alone. 

"You shouldn't be out here," a voice said from his left, thick with German accent.

Ryan didn't bother looking up. "So shoot me then."

The guard laughed, "Perhaps I should just put you in solitary."

He knew it was Hans and Shultz on their rounds. Hans was a youngish man, probably in his late thirties and much too out of shape to serve on the front line. He was quite jolly but could be ruthless when he needed. Shultz was a cute nineteen year old soldier, far too cute to have been enlisted Ryan thought. It bothered him that he looked so much like Tommy in his build and looks.

It wasn't permitted to be outside after dark but he knew when Hans and Shultz were on their rounds they didn't mind as long as you didn't push your luck.

"What so you could have your wicked way with me?" Ryan joked.

Shultz's face dropped but Hans laughed. "As handsome as you are, I still prefer my wife," he joked. "Just don't stay out too long."

Ryan watched as they walked away. Shultz kept looking back.

Ryan finished his cigarette and stood but instead of heading back into the barracks he made his way into the shower block. This time of night it was quiet and he needed desperately to relieve himself. He knew Hans wouldn't be round this way again for at least an hour.

Inside he settled under one of the showers. The moonlight and occasional search light illuminating the otherwise dark and damp interior. He dropped his trousers and briefs and stroked his hardening cock. He put his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Images of Tommy danced in his mind, of them kissing, sucking each other and Ryan fucking him. He longed to be in his arms once more but the war seemed to be dragging on forever.

As Ryan was approaching his climax he was startled by a noise. He opened his eyes and saw two british soldiers watching him.

"What the fuck?" Ryan whispered trying to pull up his trousers.

"No, please don't stop on our account," the older of the two said.

Ryan knew of him, a British Commander by the name of Arthur Babbage. He was on the escape committee with Ryan. He knew him to be in his early forties with balding hair and a fairly handsome if not rugged face. The soft moonlight seemed to take years off him however. The other soldier he didn't know but he looked young, around nineteen Ryan guessed. Tall, slim, lanky with a hook nose but with large puppy dog eyes that made him look cute.

"I'm not going to jerk off in front of you guys," Ryan protested.

"Why not? We came in here for the same reason," Arthur replied.

Ryan noticed that the young soldier was staring at his crotch.

"I'm not queer," Ryan said.

"Really?" Arthur moved closer. "So who's Tommy?"

"What? How do you know him?"

"You was calling his name as you was jerking off as you yanks put it."

Ryan didn't know what to say, he felt his face redden, it looked like he'd been outed. This could end very badly.

Arthur laughed at seeing Ryan's embarrassment. "Don't worry, we're on the same team," he said. Then to Ryan's amazement he turned and grabbed the younger man's crotch.

The young soldier groaned and pushed his groin out more. Ryan could clearly see the obscene bulge in his trousers. 

"This is Geoffrey," Arthur said as he unfastened the young soldiers belt, "and up until now he had the biggest dick I have ever seen."

Ryan stared as Arthur bent down and pulled Geoffrey's trousers and briefs down letting a very large cock swing free and upwards.

"Wow," Ryan gasped.

"Beautiful, isn't it," Arthur said.

It was. Ryan had never seen such a large cock other than his own. Unlike his own which stood out and up this one was pointing fully up. He was drawn to it and without realising he walked over and stroked it causing Geoffrey to moan.

"Let me see yours," Geoffrey whispered.

Ryan let his trousers fall to his ankles and his hardening cock fell free. Geoffrey immediately wrapped his fingers round it. Ryan groaned, it had been months since he felt another hand on him. In seconds he was as hard as granite. Then to Ryan's surprise Geoffrey dropped to his knees and began sucking on the head of his cock. Getting a blow job was the last thing he expected.

Arthur joined in too and soon Geoffrey and him were playing tag on Ryan's cock. Ryan was amazed at how Arthur could swallow his whole length, right down to burying his nose in his pubes. It felt amazing as his cock slid down the older man's throat. Geoffrey was trying to match Arthur but kept gagging and it amused Ryan when Arthur began coaching Geoffrey how to open his throat.

To Geoffrey's delight he managed to get Ryan's cock deep in his throat and bury his nose in his pubes. Ryan groaned at the smooth silky feeling.

It was then then Ryan realised they were being watched.

"Fuck! It's Shultz!" Ryan panicked trying to push Geoffrey off. Geoffrey was having none of it and hung on.

Arthur turned round, "You took your time," he said.

"I don't have long," the young German soldier replied.

"We have a new recruit in our gang," Arthur added. "Why don't you give us a hand?"

Ryan watched in disbelief as Shultz placed his rifle down, dropped to his knees and joined Geoffrey in sucking on Ryan's cock.

"Wunderbar," Shultz said just before he devoured him down to his bush.

"He's been practising on Geoffrey," Arthur explained.

"You three?"

"Yeah, he caught me and Geoffrey one night and instead of turning us over he joined in," Arthur continued. "It has it's benefits, he's been getting us extras, you know, fags and soap, even chocolate."

Ryan didn't know what to say, he watched as his cock slithered down the throats of Geoffrey and Shultz in turn. Every time Shultz looked up at Ryan it bought back memories of Tommy.

"I want to fuck you," Ryan said.

Shultz smiled, stood and dropped his trousers. Geoffrey stood too so Shultz bent over and swallowed him. Ryan positioned himself behind the young soldier but before he just went ahead and penetrated him he stooped and licked out his ass. Shultz groaned with pleasure. Arthur went behind Geoffrey and did the same.

Once he was satisfied that Shultz was sufficiently lubed he stood and aimed his still wet cock at the waiting hole. He was surprised at how easy he slid in, realising that Shultz was no virgin.

Ryan found it was like fucking Tommy, it helped him imagine that he was. The only thing spoiling the illusion was the German uniform but this sort of amused Ryan. It's what the uniform represented, in a way he was fucking the German army. This thought spurred him on to fuck Shultz deep and hard.

"Oh god yeah, fuck me!" 

Ryan thought it was Shultz that spoke but when he looked up he realised it was Geoffrey. He saw that Arthur was now fucking him. His head was flung back on Arthurs shoulder and Arthur had unfastened his shirt and was playing with his nipples. It was quite an erotic sight.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Geoffrey announced.

Ryan looked over and sure enough his testicles had fully retracted into his body, a sure sign he was about to blow. Geoffrey lurched and gasping loudly delivered his load into Shultz's mouth. Arthur too grunted and it seemed that he too was filling up Geoffrey's bowels. It's then Ryan realised that Shultz was coming as his anus was pulsating and clamping tight on his cock. This caused his own orgasm to wash over him. He gasped as he filled the young German with his seed.

A minute later after they had regained their breath Arthur pulled up his trousers. "Time to go," he said.

"Ja, otherwise I put you in solitary." Shultz joked.

"You want to join us again sometime?" Arthur asked Ryan.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"We don't meet too often, don't want to raise suspicion, can't be too careful," Arthur said. "I'll let you know when the next time will be."

Arthur then kissed Geoffrey passionately. It's the first time Ryan had ever seen two men kissing other than himself and Tommy. It surprised him how natural it seemed. Shultz grabbed his rifle but before leaving turned to Ryan smiling.

"Danke," he said.

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The next day Ryan was watching the British soldiers playing football when Arthur approached him.

"Hey Ryan, how's it going?"

"Could be better. You know like being back with my Tommy," Ryan replied quiet enough that he wasn't overheard.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"How's Geoffrey?"

"He's fine. Getting horny again though and it's going to be a few days before we can get together again."

"If he's horny now, I guess he'll be rampant by then," Ryan laughed.

"Tell me about it! He saves it up for our get togethers and by then he's like a bitch on heat."

They both laughed. Ryan felt comfortable with this English officer.

"I have a message for you, from Shultz." Arthur said

"Really? What does he want?"

"Want's you to meet him at the back of the shower block at two."

"What for?"

"Don't know, just said to meet him."

"Is it a trap?"

"I don't think so. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I should be fine. I can take care of myself."

"When this war is over why don't you come to London? I have a small guest house in the West end. It's exclusive for people like us."

"People like us?" Ryan asked not sure what that meant.

"Yeah, you know, guys who like guys. Before the war we as doing a roaring trade, especially weekends. But it's strictly hush hush. On the outside it looks like an ordinary hotel but we only let in homo's."

"How do they find out about it?"

"Word of mouth."

"What's it called?"

"The Mayflower Guest House. A close friend is looking after it for me. Why don't you bring your Tommy?"

"Yeah, I will. It's a date!"

"Gotta go, but I'm looking forward to tasting your meat again soon," Arthur said before he disappeared.

Ryan laughed but felt embarrassed at Arthurs forwardness.

At around 2pm Ryan made his way to the shower block but didn't see any sign of Shultz. He stayed around for ten minutes before Shultz finally showed up smiling.

"Ryan, I glad you come," he said.

"I'm intrigued, what is it that you want?"

"Here."

Shultz handed Ryan two packets of cigarettes and a bar of chocolate.

"What, for me?"

Shultz nodded.

"Wow, thanks. But why?"

Shultz smiled, then looked around to make sure no one was looking before kissing Ryan on the cheek. "Ich liebe dich.," he said.

Ryan didn't know what that meant but he could see the young German soldier seem to be attracted to him. This is bizarre he thought.

"I not duty tonight but meet me in shower after guard leave area," Shultz said.

"Tonight?"

"Ja, midnight."

He knew what Shultz wanted and as he watched the German soldier boy walk off an escaped plan formulated in his head.



No Regrets Ch. 08



I know it's been a long time. Ridiculously long. I've had nasty writer's block and extreme indecision about how to get these two to where I want them to be. This chapter is going to be very unsatisfying for you all I think, but I swear to God this story is not finished and part 9 is so close I can nearly taste it. 

Thanks to everyone who sent encouraging and mildly threatening feedback, it's what got me going again.

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Mark sat at the lip of the deck built onto the side of his parent's house, his feet dangling over the edge. It was starting to get colder in the evenings and the leaves of some of the trees in the gully below were starting to turn orange. He heard his cell phone chime from inside the house, a text message alert. It would be Marie again. It had been two days since he'd seen her, he'd have to put in some face time soon or she'd think something was wrong. Mark sighed and closed his eyes. Suddenly he smelt the faint scent of freesias, and a warm hand squeezed his shoulder then trailed across his back.

"Hi Mom," Mark said, tilting his head up to look at his mother. She was small and slender, with fair skin and long, thick brown hair. She had a tendency to wear long, flowing skirts and walked with the lightest of steps; Puck had always called her Fairy-Mom when they were kids.

"Hi there," his mother replied, moving to stand next to him. "Are you around for dinner tonight?"

"No, I'm going to the library to tutor."

"You've been doing a lot of extra tutoring lately." Mark shrugged. "Well, don't take on too much. You're supposed to have a bit of fun when you're 18 too, you know," his mother chided gently. Mark shrugged again.

"It's good money."

"You know you can always ask us for money if you're struggling." Mark screwed his face up and sighed.

"It's not that."

"So what is it?"

"Keeps me busy. Idle hands are the devil's playground, they say."

"They do say," she replied, her head tilting to the side. "And what are you keeping your hands from playing?" Mark gazed across the gully, his blank face belying the turmoil afflicting his head. He shrugged.

"Nothing in particular." His mother was quiet for a few minutes. Eventually, she crouched down beside Mark and took his hand.

"Don't play around with her, Mark," she said in a low, firm voice. "It's not right." Mark's eyes darted to her large hazel orbs and he swallowed heavily. She squeezed his hand and dropped it, then stood up and disappeared back into the house. Mark closed his eyes and sighed, before wearily getting to his feet. 

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It had been a quiet day at the store, so Deacon and Sam were rearranging the floor displays to kill some time. The two of them has just set a TV down just inside the window case when Deacon's phone chimed in his pocket. He pulled it out to read the message, irritated at the unconscious rise and fall of his hopes when he saw it wasn't from Mark but Sarah. He shoved the phone back in his pocket without reading the message. Sam, who had been eyeing Deacon from the corner of his eye, made a cutting gesture with his hand across his throat.

"Time out, man. I need a breather," he said. He turned toward the back of the store. "Yo, Scott," Sam called out. A lanky blonde teenager popped his head around the corner of the back room door. Sam waved him towards the entrance of the store. "Come out front while we go for a break, hey?" The boy nodded and scuffed over to the register.

Sam looked at Deacon and jerked his head toward the back room. They both left the store through the back door and leant on the alley wall behind the shop. Sam pulled a cigarette out of a beat up pack in his pocket, lit it and took a long drag. Deacon watched him exhale and lean his head against the brick wall.

"You probably wouldn't be so out of breath if you stopped smoking," Deacon chided. Sam screwed his face up and made a talking gesture with his free hand. Deacon rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh. They stood in silence for a time while Sam smoked, until Sam cast a sideways glance at Deacon.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," Deacon said with a shrug. "Sure."

"Are you in love with him?" Sam asked. Deacon knew exactly who Sam was talking about, and felt his stomach lurch.

"What? No," he replied quickly, looking away and shaking his head. "No, it was just sex." Sam raised one eyebrow at Deacon.

"Just sex, huh? So you've fucked Sarah since she came back?" Sam asked. Deacon lifted his shoulder in a weak shrug, his eyes firmly on his shoes.

"Yeah," he answered. Sam took one last long drag in his cigarette and flicked it into the car park. He took a tin of mints from his other pocket and popped one in his mouth before offering them to Deacon. Deacon glanced up at the tin and shook his head.

"Well," Sam said, pushing himself off the wall. "It might not be love, but I don't think its the sex you're angsting over, man." Deacon huffed a sigh.

"Whatever. Anyway, it's been months, why do you keep bringing this up?"

"Because...well, I sort of think of us as friends," Sam replied, his shoulders stiff and words hesitant. "And I don't like to see my friends unhappy." Sam clapped Deacon on the shoulder. "Besides, you're clearly too stupid to figure this out on your own." Sam grinned and yanked the alley door open, leaving Deacon leaning against the wall with a scowl on his face.

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Sitting at his usual study desk in the campus library, Mark pushed a hand through his unruly hair and scowled at his textbook. He felt like he'd been reading the same page for hours. Maybe he had, if his blank note pad was anything to go by. He checked his watch - 10 minutes until his Tuesday morning tutor appointment turned up. 'Might as well pack up now and get up to the 3rd,' he thought. Tossing his pen down, Mark leant back in his seat, reaching his arms behind him and stretching his back out. He turned his head just as Sarah dropped down at the desk next to him.

"Hey," she said. Mark started with surprise and cleared his throat.

"...Hey." Mark paused. They were friends, of a sort, but he couldn't think of anything to say to her. 'Guess it gets kind of hard to keep a conversation with someone when you've fucked their boyfriend,' he thought, feeling heat rise to his cheeks no sooner than the thought was finished. Mark let out a weak cough. "So...how're your classes going?"

"What's going on with Deacon?" Sarah asked abruptly. Mark's brows shot up; he hadn't expected her to be that blunt.

"What?" He asked back. Sarah shrugged and tucked some loose hair behind her ear.

"He's...not right."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, surprising himself with how badly he wanted to know what was happening between Sarah and Deacon.

"He called me once during the whole summer vacation. Once in five weeks," she started. "I've been back for two months now, and the whole time he's been avoiding spending time with me. When we are together, he's moody and abrupt, he's constantly checking his phone..."

"Have you talked to him about it?" Mark suggested, somewhat gingerly. Sarah levelled an annoyed look at him. 

"He says it's family stuff. And, well, we all know his Dad is an asshole, but I don't think that's it." She hesitated before leaning forward, forcing Mark to meet her eyes. "Has he told you anything?" The confusion and pleading in her voice nearly undid him, but Mark closed his eyes and shook his head.

"No. But even if he had, you shouldn't be asking me to tell you," Mark replied. Sarah threw her hands up and sat back.

"I just don't understand what's going on!" She exclaimed, rather loudly. Mark tried, and failed, to ignore her quiet sniffling. Sarah tentatively placed her hand over Mark's. "What happened over summer?" She asked softly. "Is it...is there another girl?"

Mark sighed, exasperated. "Sarah..."

"Just tell me!" Sarah said, her voice raised. Someone at a desk nearby sent a loud 'shush' in their direction. Sarah glanced briefly in the direction the admonishment had come from before turning back to Mark and leaning in closer to him. "If you know, please just tell me," she pleaded with a lower voice, squeezing his hand. 

Mark looked into her eyes and prayed he wouldn't go to Hell for this.

"...No. There's no other girl." Mark could visibly see the relief in Sarah's eyes, and he had never felt like more of an asshole. He pulled his hand away from hers and started packing up his books. "Sarah, whatever it is, he'll talk to you about it when he's ready." 

"So you think he's being weird too?" Sarah asked. Mark gave a half shrug and continued to focus on packing books into his bag.

"To be honest, I haven't seen him a lot lately. But yeah, I think...he's been a bit preoccupied."

"With what?"

"I don't know, Sarah. Whatever is going on in his head, he hasn't told me. We'll just have to be patient," Mark said. Sarah nodded and looked away, her hand surreptitiously moving to her face and wiping the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry," he added. Mark sighed heavily as he hefted his bag onto his shoulder and walked away.

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Maire placed a brown paper bag on the café table in front of Sarah. "Blueberry and bran muffin for my dearest." Sarah looked up at her friend and gave a weak smile.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," she said, toying with the corner of the bag. Marie frowned as she sat down opposite her friend.

"Sarry. I'm worried about you. I haven't actually witnessed you eat anything substantial this whole week. What's up?" Sarah was quiet for a few moments, making tiny rips in the brown bag. 

"Deacon's been acting so weird since we got back from break."

"Weird how?" Marie asked. Sarah shrugged and was quiet for a few moments.

"Like...he's avoiding spending time with me," she started, continuing to toy with the paper bag. "And when we are together, he's moody and distracted. Checks his phone all the time." Sarah sighed. Her eyes were fixed on the destruction she was slowly wrecking on the paper bag, and so she missed the pained look that flitted across Marie's face. Eventually Sarah pushed the bag away and looked up at Marie. "Do you know what's going on?"

"No," Marie said with a slow shake of her head, her face once again composed. "Mark did say a few weeks ago that he and Deac had a really great vacation, and Mark was bummed it was over."

"And you think maybe Deacon is feeling the same?"

"Well, if that is it, remind him of how lucky he is to have you back," Marie grinned at Sarah. "Just be that fun, sexy, gorgeous girl he fell in love with, and he'll snap out of it."

"You think so?" Sarah asked, a weak hope in her eyes. Marie reached her hand across the table and clutched Sarah's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"How could he not?"

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Mark and Marie were laying on Marie's bed, her head resting on his stomach. The stereo was on low, tuned to some pop radio station. The two of them were trying to throw M&Ms into each others mouths, and the bed was littered with brightly coloured candy from their many failed attempts.

"I'm glad you could come over tonight," Marie said, reaching her hand up to stroke Mark's thigh. "Feels like we haven't seen each other in ages." She turned on the bed and started to straddle Mark. Before she could settle over his waist, Mark sat up and wiggled out from under her leg, walking over to the stereo.

"Yeah. Well. I've had a lot of tutoring on lately," Mark replied, trying and failing to dismiss his guilt. He fiddled with the tuning knob on the stereo, scrolling through the stations. Marie bit the inside of her cheek and held back a sigh.

"I know. I didn't mean anything by it, it's just nice to see you." Marie sat back against the head board and crossed her legs. She crunched down on an M&M. "Sarah is really worked up about Deacon," she said. Mark frowned.

"Yeah, I know. She came and talked to me at school today. Asked if I knew what was going on with him," Mark replied as he walked back over to Marie and sat at the foot of the bed.

"So what is up with him?" Marie asked as she passed him the candy bag.

"How would I know?" Mark snagged a handful of candies from the bag and tossed them into his mouth. "Sarah should just chill out a bit, it's probably nothing."

"Hmm. Sarah might be a bit neurotic at times, but I've never seen her this worked up over nothing before." Marie paused, then continued quietly. "She thinks he's with another girl," she said. Mark grunted. Marie leant forward and looked at Mark. "Is he?"

"No!" Mark exclaimed. "You know it's none of our business anyway." Marie raised her eyebrows at him and huffed.

"My best friend is a wreck over this, I can't just turn away from it." Mark shrugged and nodded.

"I know, I just don't like being caught in the middle," he explained. 'Especially when I am the middle,' he thought. Marie rested her head back on the headboard. They were both silent for a time. 

"It's strange though..." Marie started, a pensive look on her face as she gazed at the ceiling. "The way Sarah described Deacon's behaviour..." Marie turned to face Mark. "It was remarkably similar to how you've been acting lately."

"What are you talking about?" Mark asked. A strange sinking feeling was developing in his gut.

"Distant, moody. Avoiding me. Checking your phone all the time," Marie listed, her gaze steady on Mark's.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm hanging out with you right now," Mark countered weakly. Marie moved onto her knees and scooted up to Mark's side.

"Did something bad happen while we were away? I mean, are you guys in trouble or something?" She asked, her eyes full of concern. Mark shook his head slowly, belying his racing heart.

"No. Nothing happened. No trouble." Marie started to say something else, but Mark cut her off. "I said nothing, okay?" He pushed himself up and off the bed, and started to pull his shoes on.

"Baby, please, whatever is going on, I just want to help," Marie pleaded, reaching out to grasp Mark's arm. He shook her off and stood up.

"You can help by just dropping it. Nothing happened. And I'm sick of hearing you two bitch and moan over nothing." Mark grabbed his bag off the floor and turned away from Marie, furious at himself, at her, at all the questions. He swung the door open wide and left, leaving Marie still kneeling on the bed, confused and thoroughly hurt.

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Leaning on the counter about mid way through his Thursday afternoon shift at work, Deacon had just finished sending off a text to Mark, suggesting a video game marathon on the coming Saturday night, when a pair of warm hands closed over his eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" A female voice asked, low and hot against his ear.

"Sarah?" Deacon gripped one of the wrists in his hand and pulled it away from his face, turning around at the same time. His uncovered eyes were met with the wide grin of his girlfriend, her blue eyes sparkling. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd surprise you," Sarah replied, pushing her body close to his against the counter. She kissed him lightly. "Thought we could put a post-it note on the supply closet," she murmured against his lips, referring to his workplace's version of putting a tie on the doorknob. Deacon grimaced and tried to still her roaming hands as she sucked on his earlobe. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sam eyeing them from the opposite counter.

"I can't..." Deacon said, squirming out of Sarah's grasp and stepping out from the counter. Sarah turned and followed his retreat, her hands latching onto his waist.

"Why not?" She asked, looking up at him through her lashes. She glanced around the store quickly before looking back at Deacon. "It's not busy and Sam will cover for you," she suggested, turning her head and flashing a stunning smile at Sam. "Won't you Sam?" Sam stared at Deacon, who refused to meet his gaze. Sam then turned his gaze to Sarah and forced a smirk.

"Yeah, course," Sam replied. Sarah turned back to Deacon and started walking him backwards towards the open closet. 

"See? So come on!" Sarah gave Deacon playful shove, sending him stumbling backwards into the small room. She quickly shut and locked the door behind them, then turned to Deacon with a predatory grin. Before he knew what was happening, Sarah was pressed up against him again, her hands working at his belt buckle. He could feel her smiling against his neck. "Still got that blanket in here somewhere?"

Even with his misgivings about the situation, Deacon laughed despite himself. One memorable afternoon they had spent in here together during high school had resulted in a large splinter from the work bench firmly imbedded in one of Sarah's ass cheeks. The next day, Deacon had furtively hidden away a small blanket away in the closet.

"It's in the bottom drawer, as always" Deacon replied with a grin. Sarah quickly crouched and retrieved a small blanket from the bottom drawer before draping it over the work bench behind Deacon. Her hands moved to his waist again and he snatched one of her wrists. "Hey, I uh, I don't have any..."

"Fear not," Sarah cut him off, one eyebrow raised; she reached into her skirt pocket and produced a condom packet which she then pressed into his hand. Deacon swallowed and forced a grin. Sarah moved to put her hand down his now open pants, but he grabbed her forearm and tugged her forward; he pushed her so she was facing the wall, her hands flat on the work bench, with him behind her. Sarah twisted her head around to look at him and grinned. She spread her legs and used one hand to pull her skirt up above her waist. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Deacon pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees with one hand as he roughly tugged on his flaccid cock with the other. He thrust his hand between her legs and pressed two fingers into her already wet opening. Sarah moaned and pushed back on his hand. Deacon closed his eyes and thought of things he knew he shouldn't as he stroked himself, trying to get his dick to harden, while Sarah whimpered and rocked back and forth on his fingers.

He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down over his sufficiently erect cock. Pulling Sarah's hips back toward him with both hands, he lined his cock head up with her opening and pushed forward. Sarah cried out and gripped the bench. Deacon started moving back and forth, moving in and out of Sarah's wet hole as she moaned and rocked back on his cock.

He had to admit - it did feel kind of good. He'd had nothing but his hand and torturous memories for a couple of weeks now, and that just wasn't cutting it. But as Deacon started thrusting faster, he couldn't stop thinking that this still wasn't enough, that it still wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be the one bent over the bench, his hands spread on the surface as Mark pounded into him from behind. Deacon squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, shaking his head to try and get rid of the thoughts and memories crowding in.

At that moment, Deacon felt his phone vibrate in his pant pocket against his leg - it would be Mark, texting back to confirm their weekend plans. Deacon's stomach lurched and an intense stab of pleasure rushed through him as his mind unwittingly linked the thoughts of Mark to the physical sensations he was experiencing. Deacon let out a strangled groan and started thrusting erratically into Sarah, his hands tightening on her hips as he came.

Breathing heavily, he quickly pulled out and pulled the condom off with shaking hands. Sarah shimmied her skirt back down over her ass as Deacon pulled his underwear and pants up, tied a knot in the top of the condom and stuffed it in his pocket. Sarah turned as he finished tucking his flaccid cock back into his underwear and zipping up his pants. She gave him a lazy smile and pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth.




No Regrets Ch. 08



"I can't believe we just did that," Deacon said as she pulled away. Sarah's grin widened and she chuckled as she folded up the blanket.

"You say that every time."

"Because every time I still can't believe we did it," Deacon replied, forcing a matching grin as he moved to the door and unlocked it. Sarah laughed and crouched down to stuff the blanket back where it had come from. Deacon opened the door and gestured a hand toward it. On her way out, Sarah leant close to his ear.

"See you later, hot stuff," she whispered, and squeezed Deacon's ass. Deacon stood in the doorway of the closet as he watched her saunter out of the store. Shifting his gaze, he caught sight of Sam behind the register, staring at Deacon hard enough to drill a hole in his head. Deacon sighed and walked to the back room. He dropped down into the office chair and pulled out his phone. The text was from Mark.

Sounds gr8, feels like we haven't hung out 4 ages. 6ish at mine, you pizza, me beer?

Deacon fired off a text to the affirmative before laying his head on the desk and releasing a long sigh. He wasn't avoiding Mark, but at the same time...he kind of was. It was a weird and maddening feeling, Deacon had decided, to simultaneously be desperate to see someone, but dread it at the same time. Deacon heard footsteps approach the desk and looked up to see Sam leaning in the doorway. 

"Have fun?" Sam asked, his arms folded across his chest, dark piercing eyes levelled at Deacon. Deacon rubbed a hand over his face.

"...Not really," he admitted eventually. "Tried to. Shit." Deacon dropped his head back onto the desk. "I'm a really bad person," he said, the sound muffled against the wooden surface. 

"Being gay doesn't make you a bad person," Sam offered. Deacon raised his head and glared at Sam.

"That's not...I meant that I cheated on Sarah."

"Oh. Yeah, that was pretty shitty," Sam agreed. Deacon dropped his head back to the desk, his forehead landing with a thud. He was quiet for a while and then propped his head up in his hands, pressing his palms into his eyes.

"That's not even the worst part."

"Yeah?" Sam prompted. Deacon sighed and dropped his hands, staring miserably down at the desk.

"I'm using her," he confessed, looking up at Sam. "I don't love her anymore." Sam shrugged.

"So break up with her."

"No," Deacon said, shaking his head emphatically. "I can't. Then everyone will...know."

"Don't be stupid," he admonished. "Breaking up with a super hot chick doesn't automatically make everyone think you're a homo." Deacon's eyes lost focus and he stared at the wall past Sam's shoulder, his thoughts far away and somewhere else. Eventually he shook his head, as if shaking off the possibilities, and looked at Sam.

"...They'll know," Deacon repeated, the words low and firm. Sam snorted and pushed away from the door frame, shaking his head in sad disbelief. He headed back out to the store front, but turned back and looked at Deacon.

"You know what? You're not a bad person," Sam spat out, his eyes full of contempt. "You're just a coward." Sam walked back to the front register, leaving Deacon slumped in the office chair, defeated and full of self loathing.

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Mark took a deep breath and knocked on Marie's front door. He had a bad feeling about this. The voice message he had received from her that morning had been tense and...vague. He heard the call come through but hadn't answered - her opening on the message implying that she knew he wouldn't. She had then asked if he could come over this afternoon, that they needed to talk and it was important. Mark let out the breath he'd been holding and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. He heard the chain rattle on the inside of the door, and then it was open, Marie standing in front of him. They locked eyes for a beat before Marie's gaze darted to the floor and she stood to one side.

"Come in," she said quietly. Mark stepped in to the house, making no attempt to kiss her as he usually would; she didn't look like she had expected him to. Marie closed the door and headed toward her room; Mark kicked off his shoes and followed her. He closed the door behind them and turned to see Marie sitting on the edge of her bed, her posture stiff. Mark sat down at the foot on the bed silently, waiting for her to speak. Maire threw a quick glance at Mark. "So things have been...not so good lately," she started, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap.

"No. I suppose not," Mark agreed when she didn't continue.

"You told me after break that you needed some space," she pressed on, her eyes on the floor. "That you had the after-summer-blues. And I bought that. But it's been a couple of months now, and you're still being..." Marie frowned and shook her head. "You never text or call me. If I call you, you don't answer and it takes you days to get back to me. When we do eventually spend time together, it's like you feel obligated to be there. And on the rare occasion that we've had sex, it's like you're somewhere else." Mark made no attempt to deny any of it; everything she said was true. Marie paused and shifted so she was facing Mark. She found his gaze and held it. "I'm not stupid. No matter what you say, I know something is going on with you. But I know you don't want to talk to me about it, and I can't make you." Mark swallowed, finding his mouth dry.

"What are you saying? Are we breaking up?" He asked, a cold weight in his stomach.

"I'm saying that I think we should...take a break, at least." Marie shifted over toward him on the bed and took his hand in both of hers, gripping tightly and looking intently at him. "I love you, Mark, and I still want to be with you, but I can't keep feeling like this, like a burden." Mark closed his eyes and dropped his head.

"Ok," he said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. She let go of his hands and pulled away.

"So just, I don't know, call me when you've figured out what you want." Mark opened his eyes and looked at her, surprised at her casualness. But he found her eyes glittering with barely restrained tears, her lips pursed to stop their quivering. He nodded before placing a hand on the side of her face and kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Ok." He stood up and opened the door. He looked back at her sitting on the bed, her face turned away and shoulders starting to shake. "I'm sorry Marie," he said quietly. "I'm so sorry." Then he walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. As he left the house and walked down the driveway, Mark felt a deep ache in his chest. But he also felt like a great weight had been lifted, and the knot in his stomach loosened.

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Mark was nervous and fidgety as the clock approached six o'clock. He had Call of Duty loaded in the console, paused on the main menu; a couple of six packs of beer chilling in the fridge; a bowl of potato chips on the coffee table; paper towels ready for the pizza; and the two comfy armchairs pulled up in front of the widescreen TV. He didn't really know why, but he kept pacing around the lounge, readjusting the way the remote controls and chips were sitting on the coffee table, picking imaginary lint from his jeans.

As six o'clock came and went, Mark became even more nervous. He stared at the clock as it hit twenty past six, his stomach churning. 'What if he's not coming?' He thought, biting on his thumbnail. 'What if...' The chiming doorbell startled him mid-thought, and he leapt off the couch and raced to the front door. He opened the door, and was caught completely off guard by the strangely pleasant lurch his stomach gave as he met Deacon's blue eyes.

"Hey," Deacon said, holding up a couple of pizza boxes.

"Uh. Um. Hey," Mark replied, feeling a huge, stupid grin splitting his face.

"Uh...do I need a password or something?" Deacon asked, giving Mark a strange look.

"Oh! Sorry." Mark started, realising he was still standing in the doorway. He stood to one side, blushing as Deacon stepped past him and started pulling his jacket off.

"So what am I kicking your ass at first?" Deacon asked as he started down the hallway. Mark mentally shook his head and closed the door, following Deacon into the lounge.

"Uh, I've got CoD loaded. But we can play something else. If you want," Mark said, frowning as he noticed that his hands were gripping each other tightly.

"Nah, CoD is good." Deacon surveyed the room, took in the snacks, the towels, the chair placement. "Jeez, you've got it all set up in here. Are we cracking a campaign or something?"

"Uh, we could. If you want. We don't have to," Mark replied, wrenching his hands apart and wiping his palms on his t-shirt.

"I don't have anywhere else to be," Deacon said with a shrug as he dropped down into the nearest armchair. "Where's that beer at?"

"Oh. Right." Mark turned and walked to the kitchen. As he reached for the refrigerator door, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. He took in the daft grin on his face, which perfectly matched the fluttering in his stomach; his grin faded and he scowled at himself. 'Stop that,' Mark chided himself. 'So you're happy to see him. Chill out.' He grabbed two beers from the fridge, opened them and took a deep breath before returning to the lounge. "Alright soldier, let's do this."

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They had been playing for a couple of hours, and hadn't made much of a dent in the completion bar for their campaign. The game had been paused many times - to argue about strategy, to discuss something from class, to tell some funny story found on the internet. At the rate they were going, they'd have to play all night to make some progress - and Mark realised he wouldn't mind that one bit. They'd hardly been hanging out at all lately, and Mark missed it - missed talking and laughing. And other things he wasn't supposed to be missing. But mostly just being around Deacon, he felt...sheltered. Like they were in their own little happy bubble, and nothing - no one and no trouble - could touch them. 

"Break," Deacon called, pausing the game. "My thumbs are cramping up." He tossed the controller down and stretched back in the chair. He cracked the knuckles on each hand, one at a time, groaning as his thumbs popped loudly. "This is going to take forever."

"Yeah, probably. But there's nowhere else I'd rather be," Mark said, a fond grin on his face as he looked over at Deacon.

"Mm. Hawaii would be nice," Deacon joked, a little thrown by the affection in Mark's honesty. 

And yet Deacon found himself feeling the same way - although still with the familiar edge of near-panic that always seemed to be there when he was around Mark lately. The fear that something was going to happen, or be said. About what they'd been over the summer, what was still constantly lurking around the edges of their friendship.

"So, um," Mark started, when the silence between them started to stretch awkwardly. "Marie and I broke up."

"What?" Deacon asked sharply, his head whipping round to face Mark "When?"

"This afternoon," Mark replied. Deacon looked down at the beer bottle clenched in his hand and said nothing for some time.

"You didn't...tell her anything, did you?" he asked, eyes still on his drink, his posture awkward and uncomfortable.

"About...us, you mean?" Mark asked softly. Deacon nodded stiffly. "No," Mark admitted. "I wanted to but I chickened out." Deacon nodded again without saying anything, but Mark could see his relief in the way Deacon's shoulders slumped.

"Shit. Well, I'm, uh, sorry, man," Deacon offered, his words stilted, fingers starting to peel the label from his bottle. His eyes darted to Mark's face, then quickly back to the bottle.

"Yeah. It was more her doing than mine. But still," Mark shrugged. "I feel kind of...relieved," he admitted. Deacon's fingers stilled on the bottle, teeth worrying his lower lip. He looked up and met Mark's eyes.

"Why?" He asked eventually, although he sounded reluctant to ask the question. Like he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. Mark looked up at the ceiling for a long time, saying nothing.

"Things between her and me have changed. Actually...lots of things have changed," Mark said, his gaze catching and holding Deacon's.

As their gaze held, a faint blush started rising on Deacon's neck and cheeks. He unconsciously caught his lower lip between his teeth as he watched Mark's pupils dilate. The air felt thick and charged between them, like the odd sensation before a lightning storm. 

Deacon cleared his throat and pulled his eyes away from Mark's gaze, staring at the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in as he picked at some loose threads. Mark's breath came out in a quiet rush and he rubbed a hand through his hair. 'What the hell was that?' His heart beating quickly, mouth dry, Mark got up out of his chair and started clearing up the pizza boxes and paper towels, purposefully keeping his gaze away from Deacon as he walked past him to the kitchen. 

"Want another beer?" Mark asked as he stuffed the trash in a garbage bag.

"Uh, no. Thanks," Deacon called out.

Mark popped a bottle open for himself and headed back into the lounge. Where he found Deacon shoving his phone into his pocket and shrugging his jacket on. Mark's stomach dropped.

"What're you doing?" Mark asked, his voice sounding thick and strangled to his own ears.

"I gotta go," Deacon replied, dropping onto the couch and tugging his shoes on.

"What? Why?"

"My...uh, my mom needs help with something," Deacon mumbled, as he grabbed his keys from the coffee table and headed along the hallway. Mark hurriedly put his beer on the side table and rushed after Deacon.

"Deac, wait," Mark called, clutching Deacon's elbow as he opened the front door. Deacon looked back from the door, his mouth set in a tight line. Mark tried to make eye contact, but Deacon stared resolutely at the hand on his arm. "Look, me and Marie breaking up, it was her call, y'know? I didn't do it so that, well...you know," Mark finished weakly, Deacon's elbow falling from his grip. "It doesn't have to mean...anything."

"Yeah," Deacon nodded, his face blank. "Okay. Good."

"Okay. So. You can, um, I mean, will you stay?" Mark pleaded, trying not to sound as desperate as he was feeling. His stomach sank as Deacon shook his head, his grip on the door turning his knuckles white.

"...My mom, she...I gotta go," Deacon mumbled. His eyes darted briefly to Mark's before shifting to his feet. "I...Sorry." Then he slipped out the door, the catch snicking softly as he closed it behind him.

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Deacon walked away from the house quickly, his heart racing and breathing shallow. He jumped into his car and backed down the driveway before speeding down the street. He pulled into a side street a couple of blocks away and parked outside a random house. He shut the engine down, rested his forehead on the steering wheel and let out a long, shaky breath. He sat there for a long time, trying not to think about anything - and failing miserably. A million thoughts, doubts, assumptions all whirled around in his head with only one thing in common - Mark.

Why was he being like this, running away like that? Just because Mark and Marie broke up, it didn't mean anything. It didn't mean everyone would find out about what happened between him and Mark, it didn't mean that there still was anything between them. Mark had just said that, that it didn't mean anything. 

'Except he didn't say that,' Deacon thought. 'He said that it didn't have to mean anything. Which means that it could. If I wanted it to.' Deacon screwed his eyes shut tightly and dropped his head back against the head rest with a sharp breath. What did he want? He'd come as far as to admit to himself that it wasn't Sarah, not anymore. A year ago, he wanted to spend every moment with her, just anything or nothing as long as he could smell her hair or see her eyes sparkle. Deacon's chest tightened when he realised that when he thought of her now, of being with her, it was like thinking of a distasteful or monotonous task that had to be endured, a chore that took time and effort.

But Mark...as much as he might try to ignore and resist and deceive himself, Deacon's body never let him have the lie. When he thought of Mark, a not entirely unpleasant rolling sensation gripped his guts, his groin tightened, a flush rose unbidden to his neck. Even now, in the throes of panic and doubt and self loathing, Deacon still couldn't get out of his head the way Mark's hand on his arm had felt just now. Mark's soft, strong grip, that spark jumping across from him just like it always had. Deacon wanted those hands on him, all over him. He wanted that spark to trip up his spine and curl his toes, to bury his face in Mark's hair and breath deep.

Deacon gritted his teeth and thumped the steering wheel with both hands. He was breathing heavily and could feel his cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. So it was pretty clear what he wanted. He just couldn't have it. Or more rightly, he couldn't handle what would come with having it. Deacon stared at the roof of his car, miserable.

'Sam was right,' he thought. 'I am a coward.'

Deacon started as his phone started ringing in his pocket. He fished it out, simultaneously hopeful and afraid that it would be Mark. It wasn't. Deacon exhaled through his nose, hit the receive button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey."

"Hey," Sarah replied. "Where are you?"

"Uh, I've just been at Mark's."

"Hmm. Did he tell you about him and Marie?" 

"That they broke up? Yeah," Deacon answered. He heard an impatient sigh.

"And? What did he say?"

Deacon shrugged, before remembering he was on the phone. "Not much, just that it was her call."

"Oh right," Sarah barked with a derisive snort. "Did he also happen to mention it was because he was being a total jerk?" Deacon gripped the steering wheel tight with his free hand.

"Funnily enough, no he did not mention that," he snarked through a clenched jaw.

"So you're on his side?"

"Jesus Sarah," Deacon breathed. "I don't even know why they broke up, I'm not on anyone's side. But he is my best friend."

There was silence from the other end for a moment. "Taking him to a strip club now, I guess?"

"What?" Deacon screwed up his nose. "No. I had to go, my... mom needed some help with ...something." Deacon cringed at the hollow lie. But if Sarah recognised it, she didn't call him on it.

"Well I'll be at Marie's, consoling my heart-broken best friend," Sarah said, her words sharp and somehow biting. Deacon's jaw muscle jumped again.

"Why are you talking to me like this is somehow my fault?"

"Maybe because you seem to have caught a dose of whatever caused Mark to come down with a case of asshole," she snapped. Deacon rubbed his eyes and bit back a sigh.

"Look, maybe you should call me when you've calmed down a bit," he suggested.

"I'm calm, Deacon," Sarah replied softly. "I'm just fed up." They were both quiet for several moments.

"Sarah, I'm sorry," Deacon said finally. "I know I've been...distant lately." She said nothing for a while.

"It feels like you're somewhere else all the time," Sarah finally said. Deacon closed his eyes.

"I know. I sort of have been," Deacon admitted.

"So come back to me."

"I'm working on it." Deacon shook his head ruefully. "Believe me, I've been thinking about it a lot." He could hear Sarah sigh, and then silence.

"I gotta go. But hold that thought. I want to talk more about this."

"Yeah," Deacon breathed. 

"G'night," Sarah said with a kiss sound, and before he could reply, the line went dead.




No Regrets Ch. 08



Deacon twisted the phone around in his hands, his conversation with Sam several days before bouncing around in his head, unwelcome but startingly clear.

"I'm using her. I don't love her anymore."

"You know what? You're not a bad person," Sam spat out, his eyes full of contempt. "You're just a coward."

He felt like he owed Mark an explanation. And he knew that he owed Sarah a big one. But, once again, not having the slightest idea how or where to start, he stuffed the phone back in his pocket, started the car and drove away.

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Mark had stood staring at his front door for a long time after Deacon walked through it. He made his way back to the lounge, where he picked up his beer from the side table and downed the whole thing. Then he went into the garage and tried his hardest to beat the stuffing out of the punching bag hanging in the corner. By the time he stopped, he was sodden with sweat and his knuckles were raw and swollen. He went back inside, put Crash Bandicoot on the console and silently played until he fell asleep.

He dreamt of Deacon. It was still always him.

Deacon was stretched out on Mark's bed, face down, his arms flung carelessly above his head. The curtains were half open, morning sunlight streaming through and landing on Deacon's naked form. His skin golden and glowing, a stark tan line at his hips. Mark reached out and drew his hand lightly down the ridges of Deacon's spine. A long, low rumble floated up from Deacon, turning to a chuckle as Mark's hand glided across one smooth ass cheek. Mark pulled his hand away as if burnt as Deacon rolled over onto his back and sat up slowly. But he couldn't help himself from raking his eyes over Deacon's body, lingering on his neck, his nipples, his swelling cock. Mark clenched his hands tightly in to fists and turned to leave. Deacon pushed off the bed and gripped Mark's shoulder, pulling him back around so they were facing each other. Deacon grinned at him with a furrowed brow.

"Where're you goin'?" he asked, his voice still heavy and lazy with sleep.

"I...I'm not allowed anymore," Mark heard himself answer. Deacon huffed as his hand travelled lightly from Mark's shoulder to his neck. Mark closed his eyes and shivered with pleasure as Deacon's long fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of Mark's neck. He felt Deacon's breath on his cheek.

"Who says you're not allowed?" Deacon whsipered into his ear. "Hmm?"

"...You," Mark replied, his voice rasping against his constricted throat. "You said." Deacon made a tutting sound and placed his other hand on Mark's chest, idly placing with his nipple.

"I thought 'we' said?" he breathed. "Didn't we both agree?"

"Yeah," Mark sighed and rested his forehead against Deacon's. "But I changed my mind." Mark felt the hand on his neck travel down his back and tighten.

"Mm," Deacon murmured, pulling their bodies close together. Eyes still closed, Mark felt Deacon's soft, wet lips place a light kiss on his jaw. "Me too." 

Mark knew it was a dream. He knew it by the way that their bodies felt closer than they could be, the way they were standing and then entwined on the bed in a moment. But the way Deacon's skin felt under his mouth, the way his cock hung heavy against Mark's thigh...Mark knew how those things felt, how they tasted. He knew the sounds Deacon would make and the touches that made him squirm.

As Mark drifted out of the dream, the warmth and happiness from it slowly ebbing, fading, he also knew he would never know any of that again. He wanted to yell. He wanted to scream and punch and rage, throw things, break things, explode. But he didn't. Instead, Mark curled onto his side, drew the blanket over his head and cried. For the loss of what he'd known, what he'd had. And - despite everything he'd told himself in the last couple of months - something he still wanted so badly that it hurt.

To be continued...(I promise)



No Regrets Ch. 08



Susan put her arm around Sharon and pulled her close, "Honey, what is it. What's wrong? I didn't mean to say anything to upset you."

Sharon buried her head against Susan's neck and shoulder. "It's not anything you said, Susan. It's just me...my whole life. The reason I don't go out is Gary."

"He won't let you?"

Sharon gave a half laugh, still sobbing, "No, No, I don't want anyone but Gary. With David, I tried, but even when I was kissing him, I was wishing, pretending it was Gary."

"But he's your brother, Sharon. Sure you love him, but he's your brother," said Susan as she stroked Sharon's back and hugged her.

"That's just it," sobbed Sharon, "he's not really my brother." Sharon was having trouble crying and talking, she took a deep breath, "I was three and Gary was seven when my Dad married his mother. Dad legally adopted him so we would all have the same name." Sharon was getting her crying under control, "But to Gary, I'm just his little sister...I know he loves me, but not the way I want."

"I didn't know, but Gary's not married, and you said he wasn't going with anyone. Have you talked to him? Maybe he feels the same way."

"I'm scared to. What if he says he doesn't love me....doesn't love me like that?"

Susan hugged her and kissed her gently on the forehead, "Honey, if you don't talk to him you'll never know. Isn't knowing one way or the other, better than not knowing? We just need to work out a plan for you...one that will help get the answer you want." Susan chuckled, "Looking at you in that nightie you have on, I don't see how he can not love you and want you."

"Really. Do you think it might work," asked Sharon as her sobs ceased. "How could I do it?"

"That's what we need to figure out," said Susan.

Susan and Sharon talked and plotted for about an hour, until they had worked out a scheme that Sharon would follow when Gary got home Friday night. Sharon was visibly excited.

"Oh Susan," said Sharon, giving her a big hug and a quick kiss. "God, I hope this works. I didn't know if I could keep on being around Gary. This afternoon, when he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss good bye, my pussy creamed so bad that I soaked my panties. I go to bed at night wanting him so bad that I ache."

"Well, at least this way you'll know, and I think it might just work for you. I hope so...I really do," whispered Susan. Susan pulled Sharon close and gently kissed her on her lips. Susan felt Sharon's tongue probing her lips. Opening her lips, Susan gently sucked Sharon's tongue into her mouth and began to grind her hips against Sharon's, rubbing their pussy mons against each other.

Susan felt Sharon's hand slip under her nightie top and cup her breast, with Sharon's fingers gently massaging her nipple. Sharon pushed one leg between Susan's thighs and began to rub the top of her leg back and forth against Susan's pussy. Susan moaned softly against Sharon's lips, whispering, "Ohhh, that feels good, feels real good," as she slipped her hand down over Sharon's stomach and into her panties, cupping Sharon's vulva in her hand. Susan cupped Sharon's pussy in her hand, letting the motion of Sharon's leg rub her pussy against her fingers. She could feel the wetness, the warmth of Sharon's pussy, as she gently fingered her pussy lips.

Sharon raised her hips off the bed, "Take them off...take them all the way off," whispered Sharon. Susan quickly stripped the panties down pass Sharon's knees, then, hooking a foot in them, pushed them all the way down and off her. Susan's hand went back to Sharon's pussy, slipping one, then two fingers into her wet passage and then Susan began to stroke her fingers in and out. Sharon quickly removed her top and Susan lowered her mouth to Sharon's tits and began to suck and tongue them. "Oh Susan....God, that feels good...real good. I've never done this before, never with a girl, but I want to with you. Oh, I want you so much....Ohhhh, suck them hard...harder....that's it," gasped Sharon. "Make love to me, Susan.....I want you to.....I want you to, so bad. God, I want you to love me."

Susan began to kiss her way down Sharon's body, taking her time, pausing at her navel to tongue it vigorously, then moving to her pussy hair tonguing all around the hair, in the crease of her hips. "Your pussy, hair is wonderful Sharon. It's so soft and fine...like silk strands," whispered Susan. Then her tongue licked at Sharon's pussy, slipping between the swollen, wet pussy lips, probing her pussy hole. Susan paused, "God, you taste good, Sharon. I love the way your pussy feels when I tongue you," she said and then, she resumed lashing Sharon's pussy with her tongue. Susan had to hunt for Sharon's clitoris, it wasn't as pronounced as hers or Tracey's, but she found it, still hiding under its hood. Susan felt Sharon's body jump as she probed at it with the tip of her tongue, before settling down to suck on it and tongue it in earnest. She felt Sharon writhe about as she began to suck on the clit and tongue it hard with her tongue, flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth over the engorged love button. Sharon's clit was a little larger now, but still not the size of hers or Tracey's.

"OH MY GOD.....OHhhhh," groaned Sharon. OOHhhhh...Susie...Susie." Sharon reached down and gripped Susan's head, pulling it to her pussy as she tried to push her pussy against Susan's mouth. "OOOHHhhh....Susie, that feels so good....suck me harder, as hard as you can." Sharon arched her back, pushing her pussy against Susan's mouth, "OH GOD, Susie....I wanted you so bad...wanted you to make love to me...OOOhhhhhh, I'm going to cum.....I'm fixing to cum....OH....OH, I'M CUMMINNNNGG!!!" screamed Sharon.

Susan wrapped her arms around Sharon's upper thighs and held Sharon's pussy firmly against her mouth, tonguing it furiously as Sharon writhed in the midst of her orgasm. Susan could feel and taste Sharon's pussy juice as it coated her tongue and flowed down her chin. Sharon arched her body high off the bed pushing her pussy hard against Susan's mouth. Sharon collapsed back onto to the bed as her body shuddered with the impact of her climax. Susan slowed her tonguing of Sharon's pussy to just gentle licks as she listened to Sharon's breathing slowly return too normal.

Susan crawled up beside Sharon and pulled her close, gently kissing her lips, letting Sharon taste and smell her own pussy juice. "How was that?" asked Susan softly. "Was that good for you? It was for me, I loved doing that to you...to feel you cum."

"Oh Susie, I...I," gasped Sharon, "I've never cum like that before. God, I didn't know it could be so intense." Pulling Susan to her, Sharon kissed her deeply, then pulled back, "It was great. God, I still feel weak...weak, but good...real good," murmured Sharon. "Lord, I've thought about this, making love with you, ever since we kidded around about the dildo on registration day. I never dreamed it could be so good with another girl."

Susan laughed, "I've thought about it to, that's why I was so quick to say yes when you asked me to stay with you. I loved doing that with you...when you started cumming so hard, you almost made me cum."

Sharon laughed and hugged Susan, "Give me a few minutes to catch my breath. Then I want to make love to you. I want to make you cum like that." Sharon kissed Susan, then said, "You may have to tell me how to do it - I've never done this before."

"You didn't have a sister to help you learn what to do...I did," said Susan.

"You can teach me," murmured Sharon, snuggling up to Susan, gently stroking Susan's breast. "Did you bring Tracey's two prick dildo with you? I was hoping you would."

Susan laughed, replying, "I sure did, it's in my tote. I went back in the house at the last minute and got it, just in case." Susan turned so she and Sharon were lying toe to toe on their sides, their tits pressing against one another. "But, you're a virgin...your hymen hasn't been broken."

"Well, I guess technically I'm a virgin. I've never been screwed by a guy, but I broke my hymen this summer with a dildo, one I brought home from the flea market. I got so worked up over Gary one night that I put the whole seven inches in me. He went to sleep one night on the couch when we were watching TV. His robe came open, and when I looked over there, he had a hard-on, his prick was sticking straight up out of his boxer shorts...it looked beautiful. I got so turned on that I went up stairs and fucked myself with the dildo."

Susan laughed, "Good, we'll give it try. Tracey wore it when we used it and it worked fine."

"Oh Susie, I want you to wear it and fuck me with it - show me what to do. I don't want to mess up Friday night with Gary, but I've never had sex with a guy. What does the girl do? If I can get Gary to make love to me, I want it to be one night he'll never forget."

Susan laughed softly, "Just let your body take over and do whatever feels good. We can try some things that you might not think of the first time. I think everyone learns it by trial and error." Susan gave Sharon a deep passionate kiss, then pulling back and looking at her, said, "I think I can guarantee that you'll give him a night he'll remember the rest of his life. Lord, Sharon, you're already one of the prettiest and sexiest girls I've ever known."

"Hmmm, I'm glad you think so," murmured Sharon, as she slid her hand under the band of Susan's panties, through her pubic hair and began fondle Susan's pussy. "Lord, Susie, you are soaking wet, and warm. I can feel the heat from your pussy on my hand." Sharon kissed Susan, running her tongue deep into Susan's mouth while she inserted two fingers into Susan's wet pussy hole, stroking them in and out.

"Ohhhh, Sharon, that's it fuck me...make me want it even more," moaned Susan as she pushed her pussy against Sharon's probing fingers. "Tonguing you, making love to you got me so hot. Oh Sharon, I want you, want you to make love to me, now," gasped Susan. Susan quickly removed her top and lifting her hips off the bed, keeping Sharon's fingers in her pussy, pushed her panties down, then off. Susan lay back and opened her legs wide giving Sharon full access to her pussy. Susan felt Sharon slide one more finger into her pussy, Sharon was now finger fucking her with three fingers. "Oh honey, that feels good....fuck me hard...that's it," whispered Susan.

Sharon crawled between Susan's legs and placed her mouth on Susan's pussy and began to tongue her, sliding her tongue between Susan's wet, swollen pussy lips and deep into her pussy. Sharon gripped the swollen pussy lips with her lips and gently pulled on them and sucked them into her mouth.

"Oh God, Sharon, that feels good....suck my clit....suck it hard," moaned Susan. "It's there, at the top of my pussy....it should be sticking out of its hood. Suck it...tongue it hard."

Sharon found Susan's engorged clit, she was surprised that it was so large and stuck out from under its hood like a tiny prick. She sucked it between her lips and massaged it with her tongue. She heard Susan give a loud moan and felt Susan's body jerk. Encouraged, Sharon pushed her mouth harder against Susan's pussy, sucking the clit vigorously, then tonguing it as fast as she could. She felt Susan twist and pull back some at the intensity of her attack on the sensitive love organ. Wrapping her arms around Susan's thighs, Sharon pulled Susan's pussy hard into her face, holding Susan there while she tongued the clit as hard as she could, then pausing to suck and massage it with her lips, and then back to vigorous tonguing. She felt Susan arch her back trying to push her pussy even harder onto Sharon's lashing tongue. Sharon felt a gush of warm pussy juice wash over her tongue and chin as she sucked on Susan's clit.

"Oh God, Sharon....Sharon," cried Susan. "That's it, suck it....suck it hard." Susan's legs began to tremble as she felt the sensation mounting in the depths of her pussy, getting nearer and nearer to the edge. "OH SHARON.....I'm going to cum.....OH DAMN, I'M CUMMMING......CUMMING!!" Susan grabbed Sharon's head, holding it tight against her pussy, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm swept through her. "Oh Honey...Honey," moaned Susan softly, "that's enough...enough. I can't stand anymore...not right now." Sharon did not stop tonguing Susan's clit until she heard Susan's plea.

Sharon gave Susan's pussy a final gentle kiss, and rolled from between her legs. Taking the exhausted Susan in her arms, Sharon gently kissed her, lightly stroking Susan's lips with her tongue. "Susie, I liked that....liked making love to you....to know I made you cum like that. Oh Susie, I'm glad we met, really I am. I hope we can always be friends."

Susan smiled and weakly kissed Sharon, "I hope so too, honey. Then Susan chuckled, "I sure didn't have to show you very much. It must come naturally." Still chuckling Susan pulled Sharon against her body and kissed her deep and passionately. Pulling back, Susan looked at Sharon, smiling at her, and said, "You make Gary cum that good Friday night - you better believe that he'll never forget it."

"Oh Susie, I hope so," said Sharon. "I loved doing that to you, making love to you. I'd read about and heard about, but I never realized how wonderful it could be, how tender and sweet it was. And, God, when you started cumming, your pussy just flooded my mouth...my face." Sharon gave Susan a quick kiss, "Even if everything works out with Gary, I don't want it to change things with us. Will it?"

Susan chuckled, gave Sharon a quick kiss back, "No, silly. It doesn't have to change a thing between us. I love Allan, love him very much. I haven't told him yet, but I intend to marry him. I love sex with Allan, but I love Tracey and I've come to love you, I don't see any conflicts in those."

Sharon snuggled closer and hugged Susan, "I'm glad you said that, I've come to love you too. I didn't realize how lonely I was until we became friends. I don't even want to imagine us not being friends."

"I know....I know what you mean, but right now, this friend wants to just lie here and let you hold her for awhile," whispered Susan. "Hold me tight. I like to feel you holding me."

They lay there for a fifteen minutes or so, catching their breath, talking softly about what Sharon was to do Friday night when she set out to seduce Gary.

"Susie, just talking about it is turning me on," whispered Sharon.

Susan chuckled and let her hand explore Sharon's pussy, "Lord, you aren't kidding, are you. You're as wet as ever down here," murmured Susan, as she slipped her fingers into Sharon's pussy. "I think you may be ready to be fucked by that dildo. What do you think?"

"I know I am. I want to be fucked...be fucked by you, Susie."

Susan quickly slipped out of bed and got the dildo and K-Y jelly out of her tote, and then hopped back into bed. Susan applied some jelly to the dildo to go in her pussy, and said, "Here, honey, help me get this in my pussy and strapped on right." Sharon worked the greased dildo into Susan's pussy hole until the cup was flush with Susan's vulva. Susan fastened the strap around her waist and passed the other two straps under her pussy to Sharon. "They go under me and then around the outside of my hips, cross my stomach and fasten to the waist strap. That holds the dildo firmly in my pussy while I'm screwing you with the other dildo."

Sharon laughed, "I'm glad I won't have to go through all this with Gary, I might cum before he ever puts his prick in me."

With everything fasten, Sharon and Susan lubed the other false prick.

"It feels almost like the real thing, look at how the veins stand out on it," said Sharon. "It's soft and feels like skin, but it doesn't feel warm like a real prick. How does the one in you feel?"

"It feels great. There is just enough play in the straps for it to move some in my pussy." Susan gave Sharon a deep kiss, then said, "We'll let you warm yours up when we get it in your pussy. Now, lay back and raise your knees a little, and I'll put this thing in there."

Sharon spread her legs and raised her knees slightly as Susan knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of the dildo over Sharon's pussy lips. "Damn, you're so wet we really didn't need any jelly on this." Susan propped herself up on her arms, like she was doing push-ups, and said, "Okay, take the prick and put it in your pussy, you may need to help Gary do that. If you do it, you know you've got it in the right spot. Gary might miss."

Sharon chuckled as she guided the dildo between her pussy lips and into her pussy hole...pushing forward with her hips, she felt the head of the prick enter her pussy. "Okay, Susie, it's in....now fuck me good," whispered Sharon.

Susan began to thrust back and forth with short strokes, getting a little deeper in Sharon's pussy each time she thrust her hips forward. "Honey, tell me if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you...I want it to feel good for you. I'll take it real slow at first."

Sharon hugged Susan, "Oh Susie, it feels good already. My pussy feels like it is being stuffed. God, I like it....that's it fuck me deeper...I want to feel it all the way in me."

Susan slowly thrust the prick into Sharon's pussy until it was buried in her as far as she could go. Susan began to slowly thrust in and out Sharon's pussy. Susan could feel the dildo in her own pussy move some each time she did so.

"Sharon, wrap your legs around my thighs, it'll help spread you wider. Grab my ass with your hands and pull me into your pussy. You don't want to just lay there, you want to fuck Gary back," whispered Susan as she increased the speed of her thrusts. "How is it feeling? Do you like it? If you do, say so, let him know - talk sexy to him."

Sharon did as Susan instructed, "Oh Susie, this feels even better...push it all the way in, deep, as deep as you can. Oh God, if I had known it felt this good to be fucked, I don't think I would still be a virgin. Ohhh...that's good...Oh Susie, fuck me good," moaned Sharon.

Susan chuckled and gave Sharon a quick kiss, "Honey, it's even better when it's a real prick and you love the guy." Susan slowed her strokes into Sharon's pussy and said, "Okay, now move your legs up higher, as high as you can, and hold me with your legs. That'll raise your pussy higher so I can drive the prick deeper into your pussy."

When Sharon had her legs in place, Susan began to draw the fake prick almost out of Sharon's pussy and then drive it back in as deep as she could. Susan could feel the cup holding the fake prick rubbing and massaging her own clit every time she drove the prick down into Sharon's pussy. "I'm going to have to slow down," thought Susan, "or this damn thing is going to make me cum."

Sharon moaned loudly, "Oh...Oh Susie it feels so damn good...I can feel every ridge on that thing rubbing the inside of my pussy. That's it, Susie...push it in deep....God, it fills me up...like I'm stuffed."

Susan slowed down her thrusts and then stopped with the prick buried in Sharon's pussy. "Oh Honey, I've got to slow down or I'm going to cum too soon," gasped Susan. "Unwrap your legs. We'll put you on top and let you fuck me...Okay?" When Sharon was ready, Susan grasped her buttock, "Okay, now roll over with me and you'll be on top. You can control the fucking," whispered Susan as they rolled over. "Now just move your ass up and down, sliding your pussy on the prick. You can do it as fast or slow as you want to."

"Oh Susie, this feels good...I like this," moaned Sharon as she began to move her pussy up and down on the fake prick. Sharon began to pump her ass faster sliding the prick as deep as possible into her pussy. "Oh God, Susie...I love this....I love you," cried Sharon as she kissed Susan passionately.

Susan slid her hand down to Sharon's pussy and began to massage her clit vigorously. "Oh MY GOD....MY GOD....I'm going to cum," gasped Sharon as she began to slam her pussy down on the prick harder and faster.




No Regrets Ch. 08



"Sharon...honey.....go ahead and cum," gasped Susan. "Damn, I'm ready...ready to cum...I can't wait," moaned Susan loudly. "NOW...NOW...Ohhhhhh....I'm cumming....OH GOD.....," cried Susan as her orgasm wracked her body.

"Susie...OH SUSIE....I'm cumming....cummiiinnnggg," moaned Sharon. Sharon collapsed on top of Susan, hugging her and kissing her. "Oh Susie that was great....my God, that was great. Oh Susie, hold me tight....tight," whispered Sharon. Sharon rolled off Susan and pulled Susan to her, kissing her, "Susie...Susie, that was wonderful...really. Damn, I feel so tired, but so good at the same time."

Susan chuckled, "I know, honey...I'm tired too, but I'm glad you liked it, I sure did. This crazy thing works pretty good."

Sharon laughed, "I'd say it worked perfectly. Next time, tomorrow night, I'll wear it. I'd love to screw you with it."

Susan gave Sharon a quick kiss, "If everything goes good for you and Gary, maybe you can wear it and screw him in the ass."

Sharon laughed, "I'd better wait on that. I just want him to love me...make love to me. That's all I dream about."

"Sharon, if you get him in bed Friday night, I don't see how he can help but love you," whispered Susan as she hugged Sharon. "Now, help me get out of this thing."

"Okay," said Sharon laughing, "we need to get another shower anyway. This one we'll take together."

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 09



Sharon checked herself out in the mirror, everything looked okay. She was going to try and follow the plan she and Susan had mapped out to seduce her Gary. She had on the top to her rose colored nightie, but without any panties. The top was just long enough to cover her pussy hair. Glancing at the clock, Sharon thought, "Gary should be in bed by now...the shower stopped 20 minutes ago." She took a deep breath to get her courage up. "Okay, Susie, keep your fingers crossed. God, I hope this works," she silently prayed.

Knocking lightly on Gary's bedroom door as she opened it, Sharon asked in a quiet voice, "Gary, are you awake? I really need to talk to you."

"Sure, Sharon. I just got in bed," responded Gary, sitting up in the bed and reaching for the lamp on the nightstand.

"Don't turn on the light. There's enough moonlight coming in to see." Sharon walked over and sat on the edge of the bed; Gary swung his legs out and sat beside her. "All I've got on is my nightie. I was almost in bed and decided I had to talk to you....talk to you now. I know it's late and you must be tired, but if I don't do it now, I may not be able to do it later."

"That's okay, Sharrie, now is fine," said Gary using the nickname he had called her since they were kids. "I'm not that tired. What is it?"

"Oh Gary, everything is a mess," said Sharon as she began to cry softly when he used his pet nickname for her. "I know it's my fault, but I can't help it.....I'm afraid you won't love me." Sharon began cry harder, her sobs shaking her shoulders.

Gary put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, pulling her to him. "Sharrie, what is it, I'll always love you...you know that."

"I tried....I really tried, David and I went together all last year..."

Gary interrupted her, "Sharrie, are you pregnant....is that the problem. Honey, I understand..."

"No..No, that's not it," cried Sharon, burying her face against his chest and hitting his chest lightly with her clenched fist. "No, I'm still a virgin. I think I was the last virgin in that damn high school." Sharon lifted her head and tried to stifle her crying and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "It's you...it's always been you. I don't want David, or any other guy. I want you...Gary, I love you."

"Sharrie, you love me like that? Really love me. I thought you only saw me as your brother, your big brother," whispered Gary as he hugged her tightly.

"Gary you're not my brother, we just grew up together," whispered Sharon. "I tried dating other boys, but all I could think of was you." Sharon kissed Gary lightly on the lips, "Kiss me....please kiss me....really kiss me, I've dreamed about it for so long."

Gary kissed her tentatively, but when he felt her tongue probing at his lips, he pulled her to him, opening his lips, meeting her tongue with his. Gary's hand cupped her breast and he began to massage her nipple through the fabric of the nightie. As they broke the kiss, Sharon said, "Oh God, Gary, I've wanted you to kiss me like that for so long...so long." Sharon swung her legs up on the bed, pulling Gary with her and hugged him, kissing him passionately, running her tongue deep into his mouth. She could feel his erection pressing against her as she pushed her body against his. She felt Gary responding to her kisses, meeting her tongue thrusts with his, and grasping her tightly to him.

Gary's hand moved from her breast, down her body and slipped between her thighs, pausing when it met no panties, only a hot, moist pussy. Gary began to gently stroke her pussy lips, slipping a finger between them and into her pussy hole. She was so wet that his finger glided in without any resistance other than the tightness of her pussy.

"Oh Gary," whispered Sharon, "I want you so much. I want you to make love to me. I've never wanted anyone but you."

"Sharrie, I do love you," answered Gary. "I think I've always loved you. I thought you'd be upset if I ever tried anything. God, the nights I've been unable to go to sleep because I wanted you and couldn't stop thinking about you."

Sharon slipped her hand into the top of his pajama bottom and grasped his stiff prick in her hand. She felt Gary's body jerk as her hand closed around the head of his prick, her fingers gently stroking it. "Hmm, that feels good....it's so big, so hard and warm," whispered Sharon. "That's what I want...what I've wanted all these nights." Sharon grabbed the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down to his ankles and then off him. Cupping his balls in her hand, she gently massaged them, running her hand beneath them, fondling his scrotum. "Oh Gary, I want to taste you....I want to feel your prick in my mouth," whispered Sharon as she lowered her head to his stiff prick, licking it, searching for any drops of pre-cum that might be oozing from the slit in his prick.

"God, Gary you taste good....real sweet," moaned Sharon. She encircled the head of his prick with her lips and began to slide her mouth up and down his rigid prick, tonguing the head of his prick furiously every time her mouth got up to its head. Sharon was having a hard time taking it all the way in her throat. She slowed her movement and gradually moved her mouth lower on his huge prick, letting her throat adjust to it gradually. Finally, she had her nose buried in his pubic hair, holding her breath, his prick deep in her throat...all seven inches of it.

"Ohhh...Sharrie, I'm going to cum if you keep this up. God, it feels so good," moaned Gary.

Sharon moved her mouth back up his prick so she could breathe and began to pump her mouth rapidly up and down on his prick....she wanted Gary to cum....to cum in her mouth. Sharon felt Gary's body tense up and felt a tremor in his thighs as his prick began to throb, the head of his prick seemed to swell, filling her mouth even more. She heard Gary's loud moan as his prick erupted, hitting the back of her throat with a tremendous shot of warm cum, almost choking her. Sharon swallowed as rapidly as she could, but she still felt some of his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin. As the spurts of cum lessen, Sharon slowed her sucking, savoring the taste of Gary's cum. She thought, "He tastes even better than I dreamed about. I love the way his cum tastes, and God, he went off like a volcano erupting. I want to feel it like that in my pussy. Just like that, just as hard, and just as much."

"Sharrie, that was wonderful," Gary sighed. Pulling her up to him, he said, "God, you were great....I thought I would never stop cumming." In the moonlight he could see the traces of cum on her lips and chin, "You swallowed it...you swallowed my cum."

Sharon chuckled, "I sure did. I love the way you cum, and the way you taste." Sharon kissed Gary, running her tongue deep into his mouth letting him taste his cum that was still on her tongue. "There, doesn't it taste good?" she asked.

Gary laughed quietly, "You're right it is sweet....I'll bet it will be even better when I can taste it in your pussy." Gary began to gently lick the streaks of cum off her chin and lower lip, then moving his lips to hers, pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.

Sharon quickly stripped off her nightie top and he removed his pajama top, completely naked, they lay toe to toe, kissing and exploring each others body with their hands. Gary kissed his way down her neck to her breasts and as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, Sharon moaned, "Ohhh Gary, I've wanted this....dreamed about this, for so long. There was never anyone else...just you." Arching her back, she pushed her tit against his mouth, "Suck it....suck it hard. God, I want you so much...so bad. That's it suck it...suck it hard," begged Sharon.

Gary left her nipple, tongued her belly button and then sliding his tongue down to the crease of her hips, between her thigh and her pussy. He tongued around the edges of her pussy hair and then slid his tongue down to her pussy, sucking her pussy lips into his mouth, massaging them with his lips. Gary spread her legs as wide as possible and covered her pussy with his mouth, sticking his tongue deep into her pussy hole, thrusting his tongue in and out...fucking her pussy with his tongue. Gary glanced up, "Sharrie, you're so wet...so soft and good. Tell me if it feels good....I want it to be good for you," whispered Gary.

"It's good, Gary. God, it's great. Suck my clit...suck and tongue it hard," she said sliding her hand down and showing him with her finger where her clit was. "Here's the little love button, that needs the attention," she sighed, "feel it with your tongue."

Sharon's clitoris was full aroused, but just barely sticking out from under its hood. When Gary's tongue found it and stroked it, Sharon's body jerked like she had received an electric shock. "Ohhh Gary, that's it....that's it, suck it...suck it good."

He began to suck and tongue her clit as she twisted and writhed on the bed. Sharon grasped his head with her hands and pulled him even tighter into her pussy while pushing with her hips, pressing her pussy against his mouth and the rapidly moving tongue. "Gary...Gary....I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!!" yelled Sharon, clamping his head between her trembling thighs. Gary wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her pussy firmly against his mouth as he sucked her clit and the surrounding flesh into his mouth, tonguing it vigorously.

"GARY.....OH MY GOD....GARY. I"M CUMMING...CUMMING!!!" cried Sharon as she writhed in Gary's grasp, her whole body arched and trembling as she pressed her pussy against his mouth and tongue. Gary slowed his tonguing to gentle licks as Sharon collapsed back on the bed, breathing heavily. Giving her pussy a final kiss, Gary moved up and took Sharon in his arms, kissing her, gently running his tongue over her lips as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Sharrie....Sharrie," murmured Gary, "that was great."

Still panting slightly, Sharon whispered, "You did fine...God, I loved it. I love for you to do that to me." Sharon could feel Gary's prick, now stiff and hard poking against her. She opened her thighs and let it slip between them, closing her thighs she trapped his prick up against her wet, dripping pussy. "Hmmm, I feel something else that needs some attention. Put it in me. I want to feel your prick in me."

Gary hesitated, "Sharrie, I don't have any rubbers. I didn't know..."

Sharon chuckled, "It's okay, I started taking the pill when I quit seeing David. I was going to have you even if I had to rape you one night." She laughed, "You don't even have to worry about it hurting me. You remember when you fell asleep on the couch last month, well you got a huge hard-on while you were asleep. I sat there and watched this thing grow," she said as she gently squeezed his prick with her thighs. "I got so hot for you, I went upstairs and fucked myself with my vibrator, ramming it all the way in. I broke my cherry; you saw the blood on the sheets the next day when I was doing the wash. I told you I started my period."

Sharon rolled over on her back, spreading her legs and pulling Gary over on top of her. "Now stick that beautiful big prick inside me and screw me...fuck me like I've dreamed about for years," whispered Sharon. "Oh Gary, I want you so much....I've wanted you for so long. Make it come true....fuck me....fuck me good."

"Sharrie, I want you too. God, I can't believe this is actually happening," murmured Gary as he slipped his prick into her moist, hot pussy. "I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and find this is all a dream," whispered Gary as he kissed her and sank his prick deep into her pussy.

Gary began to pump his prick into her pussy with long slow strokes, drawing his prick almost out of her pussy, then thrusting back into it as deep as possible. Sharon wrapped her legs around his thighs, crossing her ankles just below his buttocks, opening her pussy even wider to his thrusts. Sharon began to thrust her hips up meet Gary's downward thrusts trying to get his prick even deeper into her throbbing pussy. She grasped his ass cheeks in her hands and pulled him into her as he thrust his prick into her.

"OOhhh, Gary, that feels so good," moaned Sharon. "God, your prick fills me completely up....Ohhhhhhhhhh.....that's it...that's it, fuck me hard...all the way in. I love the way it feels....Damn, you're so big...so hard," murmured Sharon.

Gary hugged Sharon, kissing her deeply, "Sharrie....Sharrie, I love you," whispered Gary. "I've wanted to do this for so long. I can't believe we're doing this....God, you feel so good, so wet and so tight and hot."

"We aren't dreaming, Gary," said Sharon as she pushed her pussy against his rigid prick sliding deep into her pussy. "Dreams don't feel this good....Oh Gary, I love the feel of your prick in my pussy. Oh Gary, fuck me....fuck me hard.....make me cum and keep on cumming."

Gary began to increase the pace of his strokes, driving into her pussy even harder. Sharon moved her legs up as high as she could on his buttocks, totally exposing her pussy to his pounding prick. She wrapped her arms around him as he kept driving his prick deep into her aching pussy, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge of that crest of sensation. She hugged him tightly, crying out, "Oh Lord, Gary.....fuck me....that's it...harder...harder, I'm going to cum. Oh God, I'm going to cum."

Gary thrust into her pussy even more rapidly, driving his prick as deep as possible. Sharon yelled out, "OOHHhhh....NOW.....NOW..... I'M CUMMING, DON'T STOP....DON'T STOP."

Gary could feel the tremors in Sharon's body, as her pussy seemed to clasp his prick in a wet velvet glove, her body shuddering under him. It was more than he could take, Gary felt his prick throbbing and then erupting, spewing his warm cum deep in her pussy. Gary thrust his prick as deep as possible and held it there, letting her pussy milk his prick of all its cum, feeling spurt after spurt shooting into the depths of her pussy. As the pulses lessen in his prick, Gary collapsed on top of Sharon, hugging her and gently kissing her lips.

As Gary started to roll off Sharon, she grabbed his hips and held him tightly to her and rolled with him, keeping his prick buried in her softly throbbing pussy. "I want to keep you there," murmured Sharon, "inside me. That's where it belongs." Sharon kissed him, running her tongue deep into his mouth, teasing his tongue. When Gary thrust his tongue into her mouth, she began to suck on it as though it were a small prick. Sharon broke the kiss with a soft giggle, "I felt your prick twitch in me when I started sucking on your tongue. Oh Gary, it feels so good in me....I've wanted you for so long." She gave him a quick kiss, "I was determined to have you...to make love with you, even if you ran me off afterwards."

Gary ran his finger lightly over her lips, down her neck and stroked her nipple, still hard and aroused. "Sharrie, I would never run you off. Now that I've got you, I'm going to never let you go." He kissed her neck, lightly tonguing her ear lobe and behind it, "Why do you think I could never go with a girl for very long? I tried to, but it just never worked out." He took her ear lobe between his teeth and gently pulled on it; letting it go, he whispered, "They weren't you. You're the only girl I've ever wanted."

"Oh Gary, I love you," sighed Sharon. Gary's prick had grown soft and Sharon's tight pussy squeezed it out of her. "Oops," she cried, "something just slipped out."

Gary laughed, "You didn't expect it to stay hard forever, did you?"

"No," laughed Sharon, "but I bet I can get it back up pretty fast." Sharon turned so they were lying head to toe and gently took his cum covered prick into her mouth, sucking on it and stroking it with her tongue. She felt Gary move her hips up on him so her pussy was over his mouth. When his tongue lapped at her soaked pussy, she moaned softly, "You're going to get a mouth full of cum and pussy juice if you keep doing that."

"Hmmm, that's what I want...you taste good, even better than before," whispered Gary.

Sharon could feel his prick beginning to grow, filling her mouth, reaching into her throat as Gary licked at her clit. She felt him gently nibble at her clitoris then suck it hard, which triggered a warm rush in her pussy. She knew she had just flooded Gary's face with pussy juice and his own cum. When she heard him cough, she chuckled quietly and said, "I warned you....you're getting too good with that tongue."

His prick was now hard and rigid as a pole. Giving it a kiss, Sharon rose and turned, straddling Gary's hips. She bent forward and gave his wet face a couple of quick kisses. "I want you to lie there, I'm going to fuck you this time," she said, as she reached down and guided his prick to her pussy. She slipped the head of his prick between her pussy lips and quickly lowered her pussy onto his rigid shaft.

"Oh God, Gary, you feel wonderful. I love the way your prick feels in me, so deep, so hard," she murmured, as she began to slide her pussy up and down his prick. She leaned forward, stretching out on him and began to pump her ass up and down, sliding her pussy back and forth on his prick. Sharon kissed him and licked at the juices on his lips and chin, "Gary, I love you....I'll always love you. I'm yours for as long as you want me." She kissed him hard, "God, I've never been this happy before....fuck me, Gary, fuck me good and hard."

Gary began to thrust his hips up meet her pussy, driving his prick into her with such force that they could hear the wet squishy sounds coming from her cum filled pussy as his prick rammed into her. They both lasted longer this time, but as Sharon felt the sensation building up in her pussy and groin, she began to pound her pussy down on his prick. Raising up slightly so she could push her pussy against his prick even better, she felt the tension building in her body.

"Ohhh Gary, I'm getting close....cum with me. I want you to cum with me.....fill me with your cum."

Gary gripped Sharon's hips as he thrust upward, driving his prick into her. He could feel the shudder begin in her body as he felt the tightness in his scrotum and balls. "NOW SHARRIE.....NOW," he yelled as his prick erupted spewing his cum into her throbbing pussy.

"YES....YES," cried Sharon as she felt her orgasm sweep through her body. "OOhhhh GOD, YES....yeesss....yyeesssss," she moaned as she collapsed forward onto Gary.

They lay there spent, recovering from their passion, holding each other tightly in their arms. Sharon raised her head from Gary's chest and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Gary looked at her, she could see his smile in the moonlight, "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

She laughed, "I was thinking, Thank God, there's no school tomorrow."

"You're that tired out?" asked Gary chuckling.

"Oh no. I mean, it's Saturday, you're off; there's no school, so we can stay in bed and do this all day." She gave him a quick kiss. "We'll just get up to eat. You'll need to keep up your strength," she said laughingly.

Gary laughed, "You better include some vitamins with the food, for both of us." Gary kissed her passionately, then pulling back and looking at her, said, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of making love to you, Sharrie. Even now, I still want you. I can't get enough of you."

"Oh Gary, I want you too. We have all night. This has already been the best - most unforgettable night in my life. We have all night and the rest of our lives, darling." She kissed him deeply, hugging him to her as she probed his mouth with her tongue. Finally, pulling back from the kiss, she whispered, "Thank God I finally had enough nerve to tell you how I feel."

"I know. I'm laying here kicking myself for all the time we lost together when we both really wanted the same thing - each other."




No Regrets Ch. 09



Chapter 9 -- Ryan's Story -- The escape

For several weeks Ryan would see Shultz regularly. They would always meet in the shower block and end up having wild passionate sex. Some nights Arthur and Geoff would be there and end up in a foursome. If Ryan thought that Tommy was passionate then Shultz was more so but it didn't make up for the fact it wasn't Tommy. It was Tommy that he loved and ultimately that's where he wanted to be.

Ryan had been carefully watching the activity of the camp and knew there would be a late night delivery on the particular night he was due to meet Shultz. The young German was already there when he arrived at the shower block.

"Not much time," Shultz said before kissing Ryan with passion.

Ryan pulled him off and said, "Strip, I want to do you naked tonight."

"No time," Shultz said.

They had done this on more than one occasion and Ryan knew he could persuade him to do it again. It seemed the danger of being caught would fuel his passion more.

"Please," Ryan begged.

Shultz smiled and immediately began stripping, "We must hurry then," he said.

Ryan too shed his clothes but then to Shultz's horror Ryan tackled him to the floor, pinning him so he couldn't move.

"Don't make a sound," Ryan whispered.

Ryan didn't think he would try alerting the guards, how would he explain his nakedness with a prisoner. "What you doing?" Shultz asked.

Ryan pulled some rope from his trousers and promptly tied Shultz's hands behind his back and his feet together. He then took a sock and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. Shultz's eyes widened when Ryan got dressed, not his own clothes, he dressed in Shultz's uniform.

"I'm sorry. I know you love me but I don't feel the same way. I love someone else and it's killing me not being with him. That's why I'm escaping tonight, I have to be with him." Ryan explained.

He knelt down and kissed Shultz on the forehead.

"You've been so good to me," he continued. "So here's a little parting gift."

Ryan then sucked in Shultz's hard cock and brought him to a wonderful climax. Shultz cried when Ryan stood and walked away.

Outside Ryan knew he needed to act like he belonged there and be careful not to show his face or get dragged into talking. The uniform was a little tight but he certainly did look like a German soldier. He made his way over to the main gate and sure enough the delivery truck was there waiting to leave. It was a small flatbed design with frame over the top and covered in a tarpaulin. A guard was searching the vehicle for any possible escapees, he knew this was standard procedure.

As he neared the guard saw him and nodded. Ryan nodded back careful not to show too much of his face. His heart was thumping hard, if he got caught now he would be put in solitary for a month, and solitary was brutal. He knew of some soldiers that went crazy from being in there.

The guard turned his attention back to the truck and finished his inspection. Ryan acted as though he was making rounds, he had to time it just right so that he was near the truck before it left. As soon as the guard walked round to the drivers door Ryan made his move. Swiftly he ran up to the back of the truck and climbed inside. It was half full of empty crates so Ryan made his way to the front and curled up behind them.

His heart was racing and his breathing heavy. He tried to control it so he didn't make too much noise but his adrenaline was pumping so hard it wasn't easy. To his relief the truck started it's engine and began to move. Ryan held his breath, he darn't move, he would wait until he was far enough from the camp.

After several minutes on the road Ryan heard the sound of a siren in the distance. It seems they had discovered Shultz. He waited to see if the driver had heard too, surely he would stop. He didn't, he kept driving. Ryan wondered what would happen to Shultz now, he's sure the boy would say he was ambushed. Maybe that would be ok but he knew how harsh the camp commander could be, even to his own men. He felt sorry for him.

After several miles Ryan bailed out when the truck stopped at a junction. He quickly ran to a hedge and hid until the truck drove out of sight. He breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of the truck disappeared completely. Although he was wearing a German uniform he knew he had to be careful as that's exactly what they would be searching for. He also needed to get his bearings and not head deeper into enemy territory. South, that's the only way, to neighbouring Switzerland, one of the few neutral countries in the war.

He was just about to stand when he heard the sound of another truck approaching fast. Peering through the hedge he could see a troop truck with at least ten soldiers on board. It was obvious to Ryan they were attempting to catch up to the delivery truck and at the speed they were going that wouldn't be long. He also knew that once they stopped it they would guess he had bailed out somewhere between there and the camp. They would also know that he would be attempting to head south, it wouldn't take long for them to catch him. Only one thing for it, head north for a while to throw them and then turn west in the hope to meet up with some allied troops.

Once the troop truck had disappeared he looked up. There was no moon tonight but the sky was clear, and the northern star was clearly visible. He quickly set off making sure to keep to the hedgerows and clear of any roads. He also decided he would travel only at night and hide during the day, his best hope of being undetected.

After a short while he came across a stream to which he walked along it for at least a mile in case they used tracker dogs.

It was starting to get light when he came across a small farm. He crept around the barn and found it unlocked. Inside was nothing but some farming equipment and a lot of hay. It looked inviting as he was now very tired. He climbed the ladder to the hay loft, covered himself in hay and promptly feel asleep.

* * *

Ryan was woken by the sound of someone climbing the ladder. He was sure he couldn't be seen as he had covered himself generously with hay the night before but he still held his breath. Suddenly a pitch fork entered the hay missing him by inches, his heart leapt into his mouth. As the fork pulled away it took with it a large clump of hay, exposing him. Before him stood a boy, blond slim and slightly tanned. He was shirtless but was wearing bib overalls.

The boy had his back to him as he dropped the hay over the side of the loft. Ryan froze not sure what to do. The boy turned then saw him. His eyes widened in surprise. He turned and was about to shout out when Ryan jumped up grabbing him, covering his mouth with his hand and pulling him back down into the Hay.

The boy struggled but Ryan held him fast, his cries muffled by Ryan's hand. Movement could be heard below.

"Gunther!" A voice called out. "Gunther, Wo bist du?"

Ryan's heart was beating hard, he could feel the boy's heart too. He guessed Gunther was the boy's name.

"Der verdammte Bub. Der hängt nur faul rum," the voice said.

Gunther stopped struggling but his breathing was hard. The movement from below disappeared as who ever it was left the barn. Ryan hadn't realised how intimate they were, his mouth was right next to the boy's ear and his ass was nestled tight into his groin.

He was now faced with a dilemma, what should he do with the boy? Killing him seemed like the only option. 



No Regrets Ch. 09



Sharon laughed softly, "You can thank Susan for giving me the courage to come in here tonight. This was her idea. She told me I'd never know if you felt the same way just sitting around waiting for something to happen. Susan said to grab you by your prick and see how you reacted."

Gary laughed, "I'm sure glad you took her advice; I'll have to thank her." He pulled Sharon closer and kissed her tenderly, running his tongue over her lips. "You like Susan a lot, don't you?"

"Oh yes. I've had friends, but I've never had one I felt so close to, so in synch with. It's like we've known each other for years and years, but it's only been a few months."

"Good, I'm glad you've got a friend like that and that you're happy."

"Oh Gary, I'm more than happy," she whispered. "I have you, really have you. It's like one of my dreams came true tonight." She reached down and fondled his limp prick, "And, you know what, I want to make it come true again."

She moved down his body and took his semi-hard prick in her mouth. The odor of his cum and her own pussy juices emanating from his damp pubic hair triggered an instant response in her pussy. Lifting her mouth from his prick, she whispered, "Oh Gary, I want you even more now than I did earlier. My pussy feels like it's melting it's so wet."

Sharon's fondling, her tonguing, and her words brought his prick to full erectness. She took him in her mouth once more, running her tongue over and around the large head. She gave his prick one last kiss and then Gary pulled her back down on the bed and rolled over between her spread legs.

"Sharrie....Sharrie, I love what you do to me," he whispered, as he pushed his prick into her tight, wet pussy. "Wrap your legs around me. I like to feel you wanting me...fucking me back."

"O....Oh, I want you. I want you," she gasped, encircling his body with both her arms and her legs. Sharon thrust her hips up to meet his as he drove his rigid prick into her aching cunt at an ever-faster rate. "Oh Gary, I'm going to cum....Don't stop. OH LORD, DON'T STOP," she begged loudly, her body shuddering from her climax.

Gary slowed the pace of his thrusts, letting her come down from her sexual high. He buried his face against her neck, stroking his prick in and out her throbbing pussy very slowly, whispered, "God, you're wonderful, Sharrie....I love you."

Breathing heavily, panting for breath, she stammered, "I didn't...didn't want to...cum that...that fast. I couldn't sto....couldn't stop it. I want...wanted you so....so much."

Gary tongued her ear, whispering, "That's okay. I love to feel you cum like that. It just makes me want you even more." He picked up the pace of his thrusts into her pussy, pulling almost out of her pussy and then ramming his prick back to its depths. "Oh Sharrie, it won't take me long - it feels too good. You're so tight and wet."

She gripped his buttocks and pulled him against her pussy. She discovered that if she pulled him up toward her when he was thrusting into her that her clitoris would be trapped between the base of his prick and her body, stimulating her even more. Sharon pulled him even harder into her pussy, grinding her hips against his, as his prick reached deep into her aching pussy. Each time she did it, the contact of her sensitive clit with the base of his hard prick, sent a sexual charge throughout her body, making her want it even more.

When Gary began to moan, signaling his imminent climax, Sharon felt the tremors start in her loins and spread quickly to her pussy. The sensation started deep in her pussy and seemed to sweep over her body as she experienced the most intense climax she had ever had. She could hear, as if from a distance, Gary moaning, "I'm cumming...I'm cumming." She never uttered a sound.

"Oh God," thought Sharon, "that was unreal." She hugged Gary loosely and, her voice cracking, whispered, "Gary...Oh Gary, that was fantastic."

Gary rolled off her and pulled her to him gently. He kissed her nose. "I know, Sharrie. I know. It was for me too," he murmured.

They lay there quietly, holding each other, and drifted off to sleep. Sharon's last thoughts as she dozed off were, "I've got to call Susan. Call her and tell it worked....worked great."

To Be Continued...



No Regrets Ch. 10



"Dammit it," muttered Cathy to herself. "I should have stayed at aunt Esther's with mother. I can't see a damn thing through this snow." Cathy strained to see the road through the snow hitting the windshield. She hadn't expected the weather to be this bad. When her mother decided to stay over, she had decided to come back home even though it was snowing. The problem was that earlier it had been freezing rain and now the snow had a layer of ice underneath.

"Oh Shit!" yelled Cathy as the car tried to fishtail on her. She let up on the gas pedal and got it back under control. She was only moving about 15 mph on the country road. "Okay, just calm down," she said to herself. "You're almost home. Just another five or six miles."

At that moment a deer dashed out from the side of the road, pausing a second in the middle of the road, looking directly at Cathy. Cathy's reaction was the worst thing she could have done -- slam on the brakes.

"Oh DAMN," cried Cathy as the car spun around on the road and slid toward the shoulder. She felt the car hang on the shoulder a moment and then slowly slide sideways down the bank into the drainage ditch about four feet lower than the roadway. "Oh shit, this is great," muttered Cathy. "I'm not going to get this out of here. I should have hit the damn deer."

The passenger door was wedged against the other side of the ditch so she had to try to get out her door. The angle of the car was such that she had to push the door upward to open it. Cathy struggled with the heavy door, finally having to wedge a foot in the steering wheel to get enough leverage to push it up and open enough to scramble out into the cold. The snow was so thick and the light so dim that she could only see a short distance.

Jumping down, Cathy looked up and down the road, but didn't see any traffic. "I haven't seen anyone for the last ten miles," thought Cathy. "They've got better sense than get out in this weather." She could already feel the cold through her light jacket, "Well, I can't stay here, that's for sure. It might be morning before anyone comes by." She looked back toward the way she had come, nothing there for over six miles. "I should be close to Allan's home, probably only a couple of miles. Allan's out with Susan, but his father ought to be home." Her mind made up; Cathy set out walking, head bent down against the wind driven snow.

The snow was stinging Cathy's face and she was shivering from the cold as she plodded on. "Jesus, how long does it take to walk a mile, or two," thought Cathy. "I could freeze out here." With her head bent down and the snow stinging her face, she didn't notice the curve in the road as she stumbled along the edge of the road. When her foot went off the edge of the road onto the snow covered ice on the shoulder, Cathy cried out as her feet flew out from under her and she fell, sliding down the small embankment into the ditch. Her body broke the thin film of ice covering the eight inches of water standing in the ditch.

"Dammit....dammit to hell," cursed Cathy. "God, I'm soaked...soaking wet." She struggled back up the slippery bank and started walking faster; she could already feel the chill from the ice cold water as she shivered even harder. After about twenty minutes of stumbling about on the slick road, trying to walk as fast as she could and trying to fight off the numbing cold, she saw the mailbox beside the road with the Campbell name on it. "Thank God," thought Cathy, "I'm freezing out here." She could see a light on in the Campbell home, "If Sean isn't home, I'll have to break in....I can't stay out in this, not wet," she thought to herself, as she hurried up the drive.

When Sean opened the door in response to her ring, her teeth were chattering so badly that she could hardly talk. "Sea...Sea...Sean, I..."

Sean grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the house, obviously surprised to see her. "My God, Cathy, what happened? You're soaking wet and shaking like a leaf," he said.

"I...I went in a...a..a ditch, about a cou...couple of mi..mi..miles back. I...I..I walked..he..he..here," stuttered Cathy, shivering violently.

"Lord, your hands are like ice. The wind chill out there has got to be well below zero. You've got to get out of those wet clothes and into a warm shower," he exclaimed as he pulled her by hand down the hall and into the bedroom. When Cathy tried to explain, he said, "Later. You can tell me about it after you get warmed up and in some dry clothes." Sean turned on the water in the shower-stall and adjusted the temperature of the water. "Now get out of those things and get in there and warm up. I'll get a robe or something for you to wear."

Cathy's hands were shivering so bad and her fingers so numb that she was still struggling with the buttons to her shirt when Sean came back in with a clothing box. "Here, let me," said Sean softly, as he unbuttoned the blouse for her and slipped it off her. Cathy tried to cover her breasts as he unsnapped her bra. "Cathy, it's okay, we've got to get you in that shower." Sean unbuttoned the side of her slacks and quickly stripped them down to her ankles and held them while she stepped out of them. She was shaking so hard she had to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. His head was on a level with her hips and he could see the dark triangle of her hair beneath her bikini panties, the wisps of hair sticking out her panty legs. He reached up and quickly stripped her panties down, trying to avoid looking at her pussy just inches from his face.

"Leave the water where it's set," he said as he helped her into the shower. "The water is just lukewarm...don't turn it up until you've warmed up some." Sean closed the door to the shower stall. "Call me if you need anything."

When Cathy came out of the shower, she found a beautiful bathrobe on the corner of the bathroom dresser, new, still in its box and tissue paper. "This must have been his wife's, one she never got wear," she thought to herself when she saw it. Her wet things were gone; Sean must have taken them to wash them. She had stayed in the shower for some time, gradually increasing the heat of the water, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on her body. "Lord, this feels good," she thought as she dried herself. The memory of how cold she had been made it feel just that much better.

Cathy walked into the living/den room where Sean was sitting on the couch before the fireplace. He glanced up as she came in, "Now, that's better," he said. "You don't look like an icicle any more."

Cathy laughed, "Even better, I don't feel like one anymore." Standing before the fireplace she explained what had happened, how she got wet, and how she was getting ready to break in his home if no one had been there.

Sean chuckled, "You're welcome to break in any time you need to. Now that you are over the shivers, I think you need a drink and you should be all okay. What would you like?"

"What's that you're having?"

"A martini."

"Great, I'd love one...a big dry one," said Cathy as she sat down on the couch.

"Coming right up," said Sean. As he mixed the drink for her he said, "Allan called while you were in the shower. He and Brent are at your place with Susan and Tracey. I told him you were here, and for them to just stay there, not try to come home. It should be okay since your mother will be there."

Cathy laughed, "Mother isn't there, she's in Springdale. Her sister is being operated on tomorrow."

Sean handed her the drink and sat down. "That rascal, he didn't say a thing about them being there alone, just the four of them."

Cathy put her hand on Sean's arm and laughed, "I would rather have them there, even alone, than out on that road tonight." She patted his arm, "Remember what it was like to be that young. To them, it's probably a big adventure, the storm and everything."

Sean laughed, "You're right, but it was the 'everything' I was worried about."

Cathy sighed, "I know, I know what you mean, but they're grown now. They're going to do their own thing. I like Allan, and I like Brent. I'm not going to worry about them. At least we know they are safe and warm."

"You're right, I..." At that moment the lights flickered once and then failed, leaving them in darkness except for the light from the fireplace. "I expected that was going to happen," said Sean. "It usually does in a heavy snow like this, and I never bothered to get a new generator." Sean looked at Cathy, "Don't worry there is plenty of firewood and that fireplace can keep this place pretty cosy."

Cathy sipped her drink while she watched Sean put more wood on the fire. "He is really a nice guy," she thought. They had not really dated but the two of them had been out to dinner a couple of times with Susan and Allan, and Sean had been over to dinner on Thanksgiving and Christmas. "Those are pseudo dates," thought Cathy smiling to herself. "I wonder if we ought to do our own thing, I'm sure the kids will." Cathy was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was naked under the bathrobe she wore. She remembered how Sean had undressed her, how tender with her he had been. She could feel her cunt growing moist and warm as she thought about it.

Sean had gotten the portable radio and tuned it to one the local stations, and they both listened to the weather bulletin. The major state highways had been closed due to ice and snow.

"If the major roads are closed it may be a day or two before they get ours opened again," said Sean. "The local roads don't get much priority when things are this bad."

"You may be stuck with me for a couple of days, Sean," said Cathy as she sipped her drink.

"Not stuck....I enjoy your company. If you had to run into a ditch, I'm glad it was near here." Sean chuckled, "I wonder what the kids think about us being here together in this storm."

Cathy laughed, "Let them wonder. God, I feel so much better now, so warm and relaxed. You're a good host, Sean." Cathy cocked her head listening to the radio; it was tuned to a station playing Golden Oldies. "Oh, I used to love to dance to that song. I haven't heard it in years."

Sean stood up and held out his hand, "Come on, if you don't mind some one who is pretty rusty in the dancing department."

Cathy gave him a big smile, took his hand, and they began to dance to the Buddy Holly love song, a slow, close dance. Cathy felt good in Sean's arms as they slow danced around the area before the fireplace. Cathy laid her head against Sean's shoulder and he held her a little closer as they danced.

"Hmm, this is nice," whispered Cathy. "I'm glad you thought of it, glad you asked me." Cathy tilted her head back some to look at Sean's face, "You aren't that rusty at all...you're a good dancer."

"It was good excuse to get you in my arms," said Sean smiling at her. There are a lot of things I'm rusty at, including how do I make a pass at a beautiful woman, when what I would like to do more than anything else, is to kiss her."

Cathy looked at Sean her eyes twinkling, "He should assume she wants that kiss as much as he does, and kiss her."

Sean stopped and pulling Cathy even closer to him lowered his lips to hers. Cathy could feel his tongue gently probing her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her lips taking his tongue into her mouth, teasing his tongue with hers as she pressed her body against him. When they broke the kiss, they looked at each other for a moment, then Cathy pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, running her tongue deep into his mouth, as he pulled her body against his. Even through the bathrobe she could feel his growing erection as he held her against him. She began to move her hips from side to side, rubbing his groin.

"Oh Sean," sighed Cathy, "you're not rusty at all." Cathy looked at his eyes as she unfastened her robe and let it hang open, exposing her naked body to him. "I'm rusty too, I have to assume you want me as much as I want you," murmured Cathy.

Sean slipped his hands in her robe and around her bare back pulling her to him, "Cathy, I do....Oh God, I want you so much," he whispered as he kissed her.

Cathy shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor, as she fumbled with his belt, opening it and unzipping his trousers. She ran her hand in and took his hard prick in her hand, gently fondling it. "Oh Sean, I want you too....I want you now," moaned Cathy.

Sean quickly shed his clothes and they sank to the carpet in front of the fireplace. Sean took Cathy's nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it and tongued it, while his hand explored the moistness of her pussy. He shifted his attention and sucked her other nipple, it was hard and erect. Sean kissed his way down her body, still stroking his finger in and out her moist pussy. He lowered his head to Cathy's pussy and started tonguing her pussy lips, as he slipped another finger into her pussy. He felt Cathy tongue the head of his prick, kissing it and licking it, then she slipping her mouth over the head of his prick and taking him deep into her throat.

"Ohhh, Cathy," moaned Sean, "it's been so long...if you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to stop myself, I'll cum."

"That's okay, Sean," murmured Cathy, "go ahead and cum....I want you to cum...cum in my mouth." Cathy gave his prick a wet, tonguing kiss, "We've got all night to make love if we want to." Cathy slipped his prick back into her mouth and buried it in her throat until his pubic hairs tickled her nose. She imitated swallowing knowing that it made her throat squeeze his prick, then sliding her mouth up to the head of his prick, she tongued the slit for any pre-cum she could find. Cathy, began to run her mouth up and down his prick, going down on him until her nose hit his abdomen, then up to the large purple knob, tonguing it furiously.

"OH GOD, Cathy, I"m going to cum," moaned Sean. "OHhhhhh, Cathy, suck it....suck it hard. OOHHhhhh, I'm Cumming....I'm cumming," Sean cried out as he thrust his prick into her mouth.

Cathy felt the tremors in Sean's thighs and his prick seemed to swell a little larger, then it erupted in a torrent of cum. The first spurt hit the back of her throat so hard, it made her jump, surprised at the force of his ejaculation. She swallowed rapidly, sucking his prick and milking it with her hand to drain him of his load. As the spurts of cum lessen, she slowed her sucking to one of gently tonguing the head of his prick, spreading the cum oozing out it over the head of his prick and then sucking it clean. She felt his prick begin to soften and shrink in her mouth, as Sean resumed tonguing her pussy.

She felt his lips close over her clitoris, and begin to massage her clit while flicking his tongue back and forth over it. When he sucked on her swollen, engorged clit that was protruding from its hood like a tiny prick, she gasped, "Oh Sean, that's good...suck it good. Ohhh, I like that...I like it." Cathy began to moan softly at first and then increasing in volume as Sean's tongue and mouth attack the sensitive love button.

"OOhhhhh, Sean.....OOHHhhhh, make me cum....suck it.....suck, OOOHHHhhhh...I'm going to cum....I'm going to......" Cathy suddenly arched her back pushing her pussy against Sean's mouth. "OH GOD, SEAN....SEAN....I"M CUMMING.....CUMMMmmmiiinnnggg. Ohhhhh," she moaned softly. "Oh God, that was good....real good."

Sean stretched out beside her and took her in his arms, gently kissing her lips. "Cathy, I loved that it was wonderful."

Still a little out of breath, Cathy gasped softly, "Hmmm," as she kissed him, "we aren't finished mister, that was just the appetizer....the main entree is still to come."

Sean laughed, "Good, because I'm still hungry." He kissed Cathy deeply, running his tongue deep into her mouth, teasing her tongue. Pulling back, he said, "You rest a minute and let me get something to make us more comfortable."

Sean came back with a feather stuffed comforter that he put on the floor between the couch and the fireplace. He also had a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he poured Cathy a glass of wine, he said, "We'll stay in here tonight. The bedrooms get pretty cold with no heat. The heat is gas, but you still need electricity for the heating fan system...the fireplace will keep us warm, or we can keep each other warm."

Cathy gave him a quick kiss as he handed her the glass of wine, "Oh, Sean, this is fine." Cathy giggled, "You know it's kind of romantic....you know, the way everything happened."

Sitting with his back against the couch, Sean took her in his arms so that she was against his chest, across his lap, looking up at him. "Cathy, right now I don't care if that road stays closed for a week." He gave her a light kiss on the lips, "In fact, I hope it stays shut down for least tomorrow or even the next day." He kissed Cathy and felt her hand cup the back of his neck as she held his head down, kissing him back, running her tongue into mouth as deep as she could.

Cathy broke the kiss and smiled up at Sean, "I feel something poking me in the back...I think it's asking for some attention."

"That thing must think I'm 18 again," chuckled Sean.

Sitting up Cathy grasped his prick in her hand and gently stroked it, "Don't call this pretty a 'thing', it's much too nice for that," she said as gave his prick head a soft squeeze. "Oh look," said Cathy indicating the large drop of cum oozing from the slit in his prick. She bent her head down and licked it up with the tip of her tongue, raising up she kissed Sean, thrusting her tongue into his mouth letting him taste it as well, as her hand gently fondled his balls.

"Cathy, I want you, want you very much," whispered Sean, pulling her down on the comforter and getting between her spread legs. Cathy raised her knees and spread her legs even wider as Sean rubbed his prick head up and down her moist pussy.

"Oh Sean...Sean, put it in me. I want to feel you in me...all the way in me," murmured Cathy. Oh, that's it...that's it," whispered Cathy as Sean slowly thrust his prick deep into her pussy. "Oh, Sean, I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a man in me," sighed Cathy. "It's been so long...so long, since I've really made love."

"You feel wonderful, Cathy," whispered Sean as he thrust his prick in and out her moist pussy. "Oh, Cathy, you're so warm, so tight......God, it feels good." Cathy wrapped her legs around Sean's thighs and began to push her hips up to meet his thrusts, burying his prick even deeper in her throbbing pussy. "Oh, Cathy, that's even better....," moaned Sean as she pushed her pussy against his prick as he drove it into her.

Sean began to pump his prick into her pussy even faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he buried his prick in her. Cathy gripped his buttocks and pulled him against her even harder, wanting to get him as deep as possible in her aching pussy.

"God, you feel good. It's been so long....so long since I've had a man between my legs." Cathy grunted softly as she strained to thrust her body up against his, trying to drive his prick even deeper into her throbbing pussy. "Oh God, I want you so much. Fuck me harder...faster. Oh..Oh, don't stop...don't stop." She moved her legs even higher on his thighs, gripping tighter, opening herself even wider to the thrusts of his large prick.

"That's it....that's the way, Cathy. Fuck me back....fuck me back as hard as you can." He speeded up his thrusts into her, their bodies coming together in the loud audible slap of flesh against flesh." "I like it when you want it so much. It makes it even better for me," he moaned softly.

"Oh Sean...Sean, I couldn't want it more than this. I....Oh damn, I'm going to cum. Oh..Oh, don't stop. Oh God, don't stop." Cathy moaned and buried her face against his neck and shoulder. She moaned loudly and sucked his flesh up into her mouth, stifling her moans.




No Regrets Ch. 10



Chapter 10 -- Ryan's Story -- The Farm boy

The boy kept perfectly still as Ryan contemplated what he should do with him. He could kill him, this was war after all but he didn't really want to do that, not if he could help it. He could tie the boy up but someone would come looking for him and he didn't want to have to leave just yet as it was still early in the day. The boy reminded him of his Tommy, blond and slim and roughly the same age, probably a little older, nineteen or twenty. 

Gunther seemed to relax, Ryan was confused as to why. He looked at the boy and noticed the boy was looking sideways at him. His breathing still deep but instead of fear he saw excitement. Ryan slowly moved his arm from round the boys waist and looked down over his shoulder. He could see clearly down the boy's overall, he wasn't wearing any underwear and the boy was hard, his erection sticking straight up.

Ryan looked back at Gunther in surprise but Gunther mistook the look for anger and began struggle again.

"No, it's ok, calm down," Ryan said pulling him tight back into him.

Ryan then gently caressed the boy's bare chest and Gunther let out a long low moan, relaxing at the same time. Ryan's hand ventured lower then slipped down into the overalls where he wrapped his fingers around the boy's manhood. Ryan nibbled on his ear as he moved his hand from his mouth. Gunther had now totally surrendered himself to Ryan.

"Oh Ja," he groaned.

Ryan was now hard and he knew Gunther could feel it too as he was wiggling his ass into Ryan's crotch. Ryan let go of his cock and unfastened the buttons on his overall. Then with some help from Gunther he pushed them down to his ankles. The boy was now virtually naked and Ryan took hold of the boy's hard cock. He only stroked it twice before Gunther groaned and ejaculated.

Long ropes of cum flew high in the air. Ryan was in awe, he had never seen anyone cum like this before. They travelled at least six feet up from where they lay and came crashing back down on the naked teen. Either this was his first time or the boy had a hair trigger.

Just as Gunther finished spewing his load Ryan span him round and kissed him hard, he knew he had to get this kid on his side. Initially Gunther tried to resist but he eventually yielded to Ryan's incessant tongue.

Ryan freed his cock and pushed Gunther down to it. They boy gasped when he saw the size of it but he didn't hesitate putting it in his mouth. Ryan could tell this was definitely his first time as Gunther gagged halfway down. His inexperience frustrated Ryan, he needed something more substantial so he pulled Gunther up and was pleased to see the boy was still erect. He sucked in his cock knowing this was the best way to distract him for what he wanted to do next.

Gunther groaned with delight at his first blow job, Ryan guessed that if he hadn't already cum he would be blasting another load into his mouth right now. Ryan scooped up some cum from Gunther's chest onto his fingers and applied it at the boy's hole. Gunther squealed with delight at yet another new wonderful sensation. Ryan's finger slipped in easily and the boy clawed at Ryan's hair. Eventually he had three fingers in and Gunther was going wild with lust as he was finger fucked. Gunther shook as he delivered another load into Ryan's mouth. 

Ryan pulled him up and got him to squat over his cock. Gunther's eyes widened when he realised what Ryan was about to do.

"Scheisse, dass wird wehtun!" he said.

Gunther seemed reluctant but Ryan was very forceful. His cock slowly breached the boy's sphincter and he cried out in pain. Ryan quickly put his hand over his mouth. Gunther leaned forward wrapped his arms round Ryan's neck and put his head on his shoulder. His face was contorted with pain. Ryan cooed in his ear and stroked his back knowing that the pain would soon pass. After a short while Ryan decided to continue so he pushed Gunther down further on to his cock. The boy looked at Ryan, no longer in pain but his mouth agape at the sheer sensation of having a nine inch cock slide into his rectum.

When Ryan was completely in the boy looked down and saw his ass sitting on Ryan's pubes. He felt around them not quite believing that such a big thing could enter his ass. Ryan lifted him up then let him slither back down and Gunther groaned at the sensation. Gunther got the idea and began fucking himself on Ryan still with his arms round Ryan's neck. He looked down to watch the huge cock slide in and out of his ass but Ryan pulled his head up and kissed him passionately.

Gunther became wild and was now slamming him self down on Ryan's cock, groaning loudly and in a very high pitched voice in Ryan's mouth. Gunther slammed himself down one last time and stopped, he was almost screaming in Ryan's mouth when Ryan felt his ass pulsate and something warm and wet hit his chin. Gunther was blasting out another load. The boy had cum from just being fucked, Ryan found this such a turn on that he couldn't hold back is orgasm. He lifted Gunther up and holding him there fucked the boy hard. He shook as he blasted his cum into the boy's hole.

Gunther collapsed on Ryan and they lay there for at least five minutes before he moved. He kissed Ryan tenderly then looked him in the eye.

"Wieso bist du hier?" he said.

Ryan couldn't speak a word of German, "I don't understand you," he replied.

"Are you English?"

"No, American," Ryan replied, glad that the boy could speak some English.

"My name is Gunther," 

"Ryan."

"Wait here, I'll be back." Gunther said as he pulled on his overalls.

He quickly disappeared down the ladder and Ryan suddenly became worried. Was the boy going to turn him in. He was about to pull up his trousers and leg it out of there when the boy returned with a wet cloth. He made Ryan lay back down and lovingly wiped off all the cum. He even washed down Ryan's now flaccid cock, giving it the occasional kiss and suck. Once Ryan was clean he pulled his trousers back up and lay down exhausted. Gunther lay next to him burying his head in Ryan's neck.

Ryan couldn't believe what had just happened. He didn't understand why so many young men took a shine to him, and why were they always blond? Ryan lay there contemplating what to do next as the boy gave him small butterfly kisses up his neck. This was interrupted by Ryan's stomach growling loudly.

Gunther sat up, "You hungry?"

"Come to think of it yes I am."

Gunther disappeared down the ladder and ran out the barn. Ryan couldn't believe his luck, a German boy that wanted to help him. At least he was going to be fed, he'd be able to travel farther on a full stomach.

Ryan laid back in the hay, he could hear angry voices. It sounded like Gunther and the man from earlier, he thought maybe his father. After about twenty minutes Gunther came back carrying a cheesecloth bundle. It contained bread, cheese, sausage and an apple.

"Thank you."

Gunther smiled at him. As Ryan ate Gunther carried on with pitching the hay. He didn't think the boy was particularly handsome but he sure was sexy. Ryan liked how his overall would give him glimpses of his nakedness underneath as he worked. Gunther kept looking over at Ryan and smiling.

Eventually Gunther threw the pitchfork to one side, unfastened the clips on his overalls and let them fall to his ankles. The boy was hard. Ryan smiled as Gunther got on his knees and attempted to pull Ryan's cock out from his trousers.

"No, no, too soon," Ryan objected. Gunther looked hurt, "Later," he added and kissed the boy.

Gunther smiled and snuggled into Ryan's lap burying his head in his neck. Ryan stroked Gunther's erection and the boy whimpered at his touch. It wasn't long before Ryan had coaxed out another load, not as much as the first but it still hit Gunther in the face and covered his chest.

"You cum so much," Ryan commented.

Gunther quickly got up, pulled up his overalls and made his way down the ladder. As he was descending he looked over at Ryan.

"Stay, I come back" he said then slid down.

Ryan made himself comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Ryan was kissing Tommy, it felt wonderful to be with his love again. The kiss was soft and sensual and Ryan's heart overflowed with joy.

"I love you with all my heart," he said.

"I know," replied Tommy.

The kiss never stopped.

"I'm sorry I cheated on you."

"You did what you had to do."

"But I used them, to get what I wanted. To get to you."

"Stop talking and just kiss me."

"But we are kissing."

"How can we be kissing if you're talking."

That's right! How can we be talking and kissing at the same time? Ryan opened his eyes and saw Gunther kissing him. His heart sank, the dream felt so real.

Ryan sat up, it was getting dark, how long had he slept? Gunther picked up a bowl and some bread and handed them to Ryan, it was warm and full of broth, it smelt wonderful. Ryan ate as the boy sat and watched. Once Ryan finished the broth he stood. Gunther stood too, confused. 

"It's late, I have to go," Ryan said as he headed for the ladder but Gunther grabbed his arm.

"No! Don't go, stay, I can care you."

Ryan looked at Gunther, "I'm sorry, but I must get home. You've been wonderful to me but I love someone else."

Ryan broke free, Gunther dropped to the floor and put his head in his hands. Ryan felt bad for him but he needed to go. Before he got to the ladder he heard voices from outside the barn. Gunther looked up, his eyes teary.

"Soldiers!"



No Regrets Ch. 10



Sean felt her body shudder as her orgasm swept over her. He thrust even faster into her tight wet pussy, ramming his prick as deep into her as he could. He felt her begin to shudder a second time and bite even harder on the flesh of his neck. He rammed his prick into her and held it there, grinding his hips against hers, as his prick spewed his cum deep into her pussy.

He collapsed forward and rolled off her, his prick slipping from her drenched pussy. Breathing heavily, he took her in his arms. "Cathy, you were wonderful. Really wonderful," he panted. Taking a deep breath, he laughed softly, "God, I'm more out of shape than I thought."

"You're not out shape," she chuckled. "We're just out of practice." She kissed him gently and pulled back, "You were wonderful too." She touched the bruise already showing at the base of his neck. "Oh Sean, I didn't mean to bite you that hard. I guess I just got carried away."

He kissed her tenderly, stroking her lips with his tongue. "To tell the truth, it was quite a turn on. When you clamped down that second time, I started cumming like crazy." Sean laughed and hugged her, "I wonder what the kids would say if they could see us now."

Cathy laughed. "I expect they are busy right now. Busy doing the same thing we were doing, making love. You and I can both remember how it was at that age." She hugged him tightly and kissed the bite mark on his neck. "It's just as good now as it was then, even better in some ways."

"I ought to thank the weather people for arranging this little blizzard. You.." Sean was interrupted by the loud ring of the telephone. "At least their timing is good," he chuckled.

Sean got up and answered the phone. He turned back to Cathy, "It's Susan just checking up on you. Just a minute, Susan, and I'll put her on. No, she's okay. The car is just stuck in the ditch, not wrecked or anything."

Naked, Cathy got up and took the phone. Sean gave her a quick kiss as he handed it to her. Cathy and Susan talked for a few minutes and then Cathy hung up the phone. Turning back to Sean, Cathy smiled and said, "Now what were we doing before we got interrupted..."

Susan hung up the phone and looked out the window at falling snow and the snow covered ground. Allan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her naked body. "How are the old folks doing? Was your mother alright?"

Susan put her head back against Allan's shoulder, leaning her body against his. She could feel his semi-erect prick probing at her buttocks. "She's fine. She said it may be a day or two before the road is open."

Allan held her and gently kissed her ear. "Mom sounded good," she thought to herself. "There was life, a spark to her voice that she hadn't heard since Dad died. The way she said the name of Allan's father was different too, softer more intimate, almost sexy." Susan smiled as she thought, "Maybe this family is going to be okay after all - I've got Allan, Tracey has Brent, and it sounds like Mom has found a new interest in life, a new reason for living." She felt good about it - in her mind she spoke to her Dad, "You understand, you're always the one who understood."

Susan turned to Allan and putting her arms around his neck, kissed him passionately. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Why don't you take me back to bed and show me how much you're going to miss me when you go back to the university next week."

The End.



No Regrets Ch. 11



Chapter 11 -- Ryan's Story -- Liberation

"Quick, hide," Gunther said.

He grabbed Ryan's arm and led him to the back of the loft. He got Ryan to lay down and covered him in hay. Ryan knew they were German soldiers, most probably still on the hunt for him. He heard Gunther leave, he hoped the boy could keep them away. I dawned on him that he was about to leave, he would have walked straight into them. Shivers ran down his spine.

The voices continued outside the barn for a while. He wished he could understand what they were saying. Then to his dismay the voices got louder, they were now in the barn. He could make out Gunther's voice amongst them. Footsteps on the ladder, someone was coming up the loft, no two people. The sound of heavy boots on the dry dusty floorboards filled him with fear. A familiar crunching sound could be heard, the pitch fork! It was being used to poke the hay. 

He lay still, holding his breath. Was this going to be the end? Skewered by a pitch fork. He waited for the inevitable.

Gunther shouted something, "Hör auf! Du machst das Heu kaputt. Das ist wertlos als Viehfutter, wenn es zu trocken ist. Gib mir den Heugabel!."

The sound of the fork being driven into the hay continued and was getting closer. Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin when the fork penetrated the hay just inches from him. It withdrew only to be forced into the hay on his other side, again just inches from him. He nearly wet himself. 

Slowly the sound of the fork hitting the hay moved away and eventually stopped. People on the ladder again and more talking down below. The voices became distant as they moved outside. After several minutes all was silent.

Ryan didn't move, he couldn't, fear still gripped him. He had a feeling that Gunther was the one with the pitchfork, he would have known where to strike. The boy probably saved his life.

Ryan was alerted again to someone coming up the ladder. A hand grabbed him but wasn't strong enough to pull him up. Ryan knew it was Gunther. He stood covered in hay and looked at he boy.

"They gone," he said.

Ryan grabbed the boy and hugged him. It would be foolish to attempt to leave now with soldiers so close. He knew they wouldn't come back here, this was now the safest place to be and at least he would be fed. He decided to stay for a couple more days.

Gunther wrinkled his nose, "You smell."

He grabbed Ryan's hand and led him down from the loft. At the bottom he turned round and found himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun.

"Albert! Nein!" Gunther shouted and moved himself between the gun and Ryan.

Standing before them was another boy, older than Gunther, Ryan guessed in his mid twenties but it was obvious from his looks that this was Gunther's brother. Albert shouted at his brother and an argument ensued. Eventually the older brother spoke to Ryan.

"What's your name?"

"Ryan."

"I should turn you in."

"No!" Gunther shouted.

Albert sighed heavily and lowered the gun. "I'm not going to."

"Why not?" Ryan asked.

"The last thing we want is more soldiers around here. Life is difficult enough."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Is that how you escaped the prison camp?" Albert asked pointing to the German uniform Ryan was still wearing.

"Yeah, it worked too. How did you know I was from the prison camp?"

"The soldiers that came earlier were looking for you, but don't worry they won't be back anytime soon."

"Why are you helping me?"

"It's a long story. Come, we need to get you out of those clothes. My name is Albert Schroder. What do I call you?"

"Ryan, Ryan Monroe."

Albert and Gunther led Ryan into the house, he noticed that Albert walked with a pronounced limp. The farmhouse was small but comfortable and in the kitchen was an elderly woman who went into a panic when she saw Ryan. Albert spoke to her and she seemed to calm down. She greeted Ryan and began to prepare something.

"This is our mother, Greta. She's going to prepare some food for you.

"Please there's no need," Ryan replied.

"We insist, one bowl of broth is not enough," Albert said looking at Gunther. "I'm not stupid, I saw you sneaking it out." Gunther blushed.

Albert spoke to Gunther and the boy left the kitchen. Albert motioned Ryan to sit.

"I still don't know why you're helping me," Ryan said, "You're German are you not?"

"Yes, but we're not that proud at what Hitler has done."

"I don't understand."

"Our father was called up to serve and so was I. As you can see I was injured in battle and had to be discharged. But my father continued to serve.

Six months ago he turned up here out of the blue, he wasn't due home for leave. We quickly learned he had deserted the army. The SS found him here and shot him," Albert paused, "in front of us all."

"What, no trial?"

"The SS deal their own justice."

"Why did he desert?"

Albert swallowed. "He served at the concentration camps. What he saw there shocked him, he said he couldn't be part of an army that was so evil."

"What did he see?"

"The mass slaughter of thousands of Jews."

Ryan drew his breath, "I had heard rumours."

"Our father had always taught us to be open minded. To accept people regardless of their origins or culture. He was killed for something we believe is wrong. I for one don't want to be part of a country that condones mass murder. Also because he was shot as a deserter our family has been shunned by our own people."

Greta placed some food in front of Ryan. Although he had eaten earlier he suddenly felt hungry again and tucked in.

"I'm sorry for your loss, it must be hard for you, running this farm with your injury."

"The war doesn't help. I wish it was over."

"Your English is very good."

"Father believed we should have a good education, he hoped that one day we could get out of farming."

Gunther returned and said something in German to Albert.

"Your bath is ready, come."

"Bath?"

Albert laughed, "Yes you smell."

Ryan was led into a different room that looked like a lounge. In front of an open fire was a large tin bath filled with steaming water. It looked very inviting.

"I will find you a change of clothes. I'm sure some of mine will fit," Albert said then left.

Gunther helped Ryan undress. Ryan sighed as he lowered himself into the warm water letting it soak into his aching joints. Gunther took some soap and proceeded to wash him.

"I can do that myself," Ryan said.

"Please let me," Gunther replied.

"Gunther, leave him alone," Albert said returning with a bundle of clothes.

Gunther just ignored his brother and continued to wash Ryan. Albert shouted at him in German and Gunther left the room in a huff.

"I wanted to talk to you alone," Albert said. 

He placed the clothes down and sat in front of Ryan, looking at him seriously. "Are you fucking my brother?"

Ryan looked up in shock, "I-I-I.." He didn't know what to say and suddenly felt very vulnerable sitting naked in a strangers house.

Albert smiled, "Gunther is different, not like other boys. I know he likes men and I know he likes you."

"How do you know that?"

"Normally he is very moody and often depressed but today he is cheerful and happy. I think you do that for him."

Ryan hung his head, "I didn't mean to, it just happened."

"No I'm glad it did, I haven't seen him like this since our father was shot."

"He's a really nice kid and he's been very kind to me but...."

"But what?"

"Albert, I can't stay and I'm concerned it will break his heart when I leave."

"I'm not stupid, nor is he. We know you will be leaving and yes it will break his heart but I am here for him and will help him through it."

"I wish I had a brother like you."

Albert shouted out to Gunther and the boy hurried back in the room. To Ryan's surprise he stripped out of his overalls and jumped in the bath with him not even attempting to hide his erection.

"I'll leave you two alone," Albert said and left.

Gunther grabbed the soap and set to work cleaning Ryan and it wasn't long before he too was sporting a full blown erection. Gunther smiled and turned around snuggling into Ryan. Ryan washed the boy from behind then the settled down to relax.

"You know I have to leave," Ryan said.

"Ja, I know."

"I love someone else."

"Your wife?" Gunther asked as he toyed with the wedding ring on Ryan's hand.

"No, not my wife, another boy."

Gunther craned his neck round to look at Ryan, "He is very lucky."

"So am I."

After their bath Ryan dressed in Alberts clothes and the uniform was burned. He was then shown to Gunther's room where a mattress had been made up on the floor next to the bed.

"You have the bed," Gunther said.

Somehow Ryan didn't think the mattress would get that much use, and he was right. For the next three nights Ryan and Gunther made love. Ryan was amazed on their first night that Gunther had ejaculated three times while he fucked him without touching himself. Although the sex was good Ryan knew there was only one person he wanted to be with. 

* * *

Ryan helped out on the farm and his help was much appreciated. He was careful to keep indoors as much as possible so much of his work was done inside the barn. On a couple of occasions Gunther would tackle him in the hay loft and they would end up fucking.

On the second night after Ryan had made Gunther come for the third time they heard the sound of trucks. Nervously Ryan looked out of the window and saw a large convoy of German troops and tanks moving down the lane past the farm. Everyone got up that night to watch, something was going on.

The next day Ryan was with Gunther feeding the animals when the heard more trucks heading their way. Ryan was about to run for the barn when he saw a tank leading the convoy. It was american!

In stead of running for the barn he changed direction and ran for the lane, waving his hands wildly. Two soldiers jumped down from the tank and raised their rifles to him.

"Don't shoot, I'm American!" Ryan shouted.

"What's your name?" The first soldier asked.

"Ryan Monroe of the fourth airborne division."

"What are you doing here?"

"I was captured with the rest of my division and have been in a prison of war camp for the last eleven months. I managed to escape three days ago."

The soldiers lowered their rifles.

"Who are these people?" The other soldier asked.

Ryan turn round and saw Albert, Greta and Gunther standing behind him. "They helped me hide out here until the heat had died off."

The soldiers laughed, "Well the heat has definitely died off."

"What do you mean?"

"The war is over. Germany has surrendered."

"What! Are you serious?"

"Absolutely, got word of it two hours ago."

Ryan turned to look at the family that had helped him. Greta and Albert were smiling and hugging each other. Albert had his hand on his brothers shoulder but Gunther didn't seem that happy.

"Do you want to come with us?" The soldier asked.

"Yes, but can you give me a minute."

"Sure, I'll radio to the back of the convoy, they can pick you up on the way."

Ryan walked up to Albert.

"Thank you for all you've done, I'll be sure to mention it to my commanding officer. I'm sure they'll be keen to thank you too." He then turned to Gunther.

"Gunther, you have been very special to me, I will never forget you. I'm sorry I can't be with you but you knew this day would come. I hope you find happiness."

Gunther flung his arms round Ryan and cried, "I love you."

"I love you too but not in the way that you want."

He pried himself away, Gunther tried to follow but Albert held him back. As Ryan approached the lane a jeep drove up.

"Are you Ryan Monroe?" The driver asked.

"Yes."

"Hop in."

The Jeep lurched forward and Ryan turned one last time to look at Gunther as he sped away. He waved and they waved back, someday he'll find a way to repay their kindness.



No Regrets with Callie



My name is Graham and I just graduated college with my Masters degree in business. It has been a long road and a lot of hard work but I finished and it is now time for me to go out and get a real job rather than just interning and flipping burgers. Graduation, of course, is a weeklong series of parties and drinking. I don't party as hard as I did when I got into college but I don't mind loosening up and downing a few drinks now and then. 

I got home early from about the third party of the week. Feeling rather partied out, I was tired and I just wanted to sleep. I was surprised to see my younger sister Callie home when I walked in the door. She just graduated high school this week and had a similar string of parties to attend. 

She was sitting in the living room in the dark and I heard her crying. I flipped on a light and said, "Hey sis...what's going on? Why are you home so early?"

She sniffed as she wiped her tears away and said, "Jake is such a jerk! He broke up with me!" 

"What? Why?" I said as I sat on the couch next to her chair.

"He decided he is going to Arizona State and he didn't want to try to maintain a relationship from that far away." 

"Oh sis...that sucks. I'm sorry." I said as I patted my hand on her knee. She hid her face in her long blonde hair. She was supremely hot. She was wearing a white tank top with cut off shorts. In spite of being her brother, I have to admit I have had a crush on her for years. She is gorgeous with her blue eyes and a smile to die for. I have never done anything about it and doubt I ever will do anything. She would never go for anything weird like that. 

"I can say it is hard to have a relationship that far away. You would hardly see each other. Besides, this means you are free to date and meet new people in college next year." 

"We were in love. I don't know if I can ever love someone else. My world is over!" she sobbed. 

"Oh come here. It will be okay." I pulled her in and she curled up next to me. 

After about 20 minutes, I broke the silence and I told her, "Hey...I think I know what you need. You need to calm down, forget about Jake, and have some fun." 

"What do you have in mind?" She asked. 

"Just wait here." 

I wanted to get her settled down and I figured she could use a drink. I made my way into the kitchen and mixed her a cocktail with vodka and cranberry juice. I wasn't sure how much experience she had with drinking so I went easy on the vodka and just gave her a single shot while I took three. I knew this should settle her down. I carried two drinks back into the living room. She was now sitting on the couch and I handed her a glass.

"Here you go. Try this." 

She sheepishly took a sip and made a face. "What is that?" 

"Vodka and cranberry juice. It will calm you down and you won't even worry about what's-his-name." 

She quickly took another long sip as forgetting Jake was some incentive. 

"Take it easy there. Have you drank before sis?" 

"Just twice. Heather and I got into her parent's alcohol and we made ourselves sick. The other time I have had a beer once at a party." 

"Well, trust me. I know what you will like and you won't get sick. You will like it. Besides. When you go to college next year, you will need to know what you will like to drink." 

"This is good. Nothing like what I had at Heathers." 

"Do you remember what it was." 

"Not really. Something really nasty and it was a brown or amber color. Really harsh." 

I laughed a little and told her stories about when I was in college and some of the drinking parties I went to at school. It was a really good time and I hadn't had a chance to talk with her like this for a while. As we talked, I ended up making her two more drinks. The second had two shots and the third had three; as much as mine. I'm not sure if she realized it but she was starting to act buzzed and loopy. 

What also surprised me is that as she got more buzzed, she also got more crude and sexual. I had never seen this side of my sister before and it was a little shocking.

"You know that I sucked that ass hole's cock!?" 

I almost spit out my drink, "Oh...really?"

"Yeah. He is such a shit head."

"So are you a virgin Callie?"

"God no" she said in between sips. "I lost that years ago." 

"Really...?"

"Yeah...it was with Jason. We had sex once in his basement. It wasn't all that great. It was his first time too. He ended up cumming before anything really happened." 

"How many guys have you been with?" 

"A lady never tells..." she said with a coy smile. "But Jake and I fucked all the time." 

I was buzzed, but I was still getting used to hearing these words come out of my not-so-innocent sister. She tilted her head back to finish what was left in her glass. She held it out to me as a way to ask for more.

"I think you better slow down. How are you feeling?" 

"Oh God...I'm feeling great. You are right Graham, this is much better than what I had before. Can I have a little more? Please?!"

She slid off the couch and dropped to her knees as she played out the begging look. I sat in the chair and stared at my sister. I have to admit that she looked sexy as hell and I felt my cock jump at the sight of her on her knees. I quickly finished my drink and got up to make us another one. I can't think like that about my sister. It is wrong. 

As I mixed our drinks, I heard music start to come from the living room. She must have turned on the music channels. I came walking back in and saw her slowly dancing to the beat of the music. She held her hair up and swung her hips slowly from side to side. I almost dropped the glasses right there with such a sight. My cock jumped again and I wasn't sure how things were going to go. 

I sat her glass down on the table, adjusted my cock in my pants, and sat in the chair to enjoy the view. She slowly moved around with her sultry and seductive moves. I doubt she even realized how she looked but she looked heavenly and damn sexy. 

She turned and found her drink on the table. She picked it up and took a drink from it without missing a beat of the music; then held it close to her chest while she danced with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a killer smile as she set her glass back down. She closed her eyes again and her hands started to rub up and down her body. Her hands touched her stomach and lifted her shirt revealing her tight stomach underneath with her pierced bellybutton. Her hands slid around and rested on her hips as she swung them hitting the beat of the music. 

She stumbled as she attempted to kick off her shoes. She fell towards the couch and laughed, even snorted a little as she tried to regain her balance. She fell to her knees and rested her elbows on the couch cushion. I stood up and made my way over to her to make sure she was okay and not getting sick or anything. 

She continued to laugh as I put my hands around her and lifted her onto the couch. She laid down on her back and just laughed and laughed. She was passed buzzed and was seriously drunk now. 

"Oh wow...I have never felt like this. This is awesome." She laughed as she waived her hands in front of her face. Her hands returned to her body and rubbed herself up and down. "I feel all tingly and wonderful." 

I stood over her and stared at her body undulating on the couch. Definitely drunk...I would almost call her wasted now. I guess the six shots she had been too much for her small frame. She probably hasn't eaten anything for a while either. 

"It makes...me...feel...so...I...I...want...to be...naked." She stammered. Her hands sloppily made their way down to her shorts that she somehow managed to unbutton. I was torn between stopping her and encouraging her. She had white lace panties on underneath and she lifted her hips off the couch as she pushed her shorts down. She lifted her legs in the air and pulled them off tossing them to the side. She sat up and crossed her arms quickly yanking her top off flinging it on top of her crumpled shorts. 

"Do you think I'm sexy?" 

I almost couldn't answer, "God yes! You are amazing! You are gorgeous!" 

She forced herself back up onto her feet where she quickly unfastened her bra letting it fall to the floor exposing her perky b-cup breasts. She was looking at me but with a blank stare almost as if she wasn't really in there. She put her hands on her hips and pushed her panties down to the floor next to her bra revealing her shaved pussy. 

Once naked, she posed for me. "What do you think? Preeetty hot! Huh?" 

"Oh my God Callie. You are amazing." 

"I want to...run around...nn...naked. I want evvvveryone to see!" 

Before I could do anything, she took off for the back door. I was surprised how well she made her way when she was stumbling just minutes ago. I was several feet behind her when she opened the back door and ran naked into the backyard. 

Our backyard was an odd shape with neighbors on the left and right. We only had a large empty field behind us. Luckily, the neighbors on the right side were hardly ever home and the ones on the left couldn't see very well because of some trees in their yard. 

Callie made her way to the center of our back lawn and spun around with her arms stretched out. 

"Oh the night air feels ammmmazing! I love how this all feels." 

She slowly collapsed down onto the lawn and stretched out her limbs as she writhed in the grass. I couldn't resist and I took out my phone and took a few quick pictures before going to her to help her back into the house.

"Come on now...time to go back in." I said as I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. 

"No...I don't want...to go inside. I want...to...[hic]...stay out here. I liked...beeeing...neked."

I held her close so she wouldn't fall and she looked me in the eyes. I don't know why, but she reached up and kissed me. Not a brotherly kiss. A deep kiss. My head spun with a mess of vodka, lust, and regret. Her tongue snaked into my mouth as she reached and pulled my head towards her. We locked in a passionate embrace and I wrapped my hands around her tight ass pulling her closer to me. 

I pulled away in a fleeting moment of clarity, "Callie, we...we...can't". 

"I don't care. I want you." She pulled me towards her again and kissed me again. 

"But I'm your brother...we shouldn't do this." 

"I know...silly...but I don't care. You are sexy and I want you...right...now." 

Her hands worked at unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off me. She pulled my undershirt up and over my head with our kiss breaking only for a second to get it off. She made me forget who we were and just that we were a man and a woman who wanted to fuck. She put both hands on my face and pulled me down to the cold grass as she laid down on her back. 

I spread her legs apart and moved into towards her smooth pussy. She flinched when I lightly touched her with the tip of my tongue. I targeted her clit and slowly started to lick away. She gasped and she flexed her body as she put her hands on my head. Her pussy smelled sweet and felt hot against my face. 

"Oh God...that is amazing Graham." 

Over time, I gradually quickened my pace and started to suck more and more on her clit before slipping a finger inside her saturated love hole. Her hips reacted to my penetration with a reactive pumping and my tongue continued to lash her sensitive clit relentlessly. 

I could hear her softly moan and her pussy continued to grow more and damper. I stepped up my pace more and used two fingers as I sucked harder and licked more fervently. Then I felt her body tense for just a second and she flexed as she quietly gasped for air. Her nails dug into my neck and smashed my face into her cunt as she squirted pussy juice all over my face. 

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her towards me as her hips jumped into the air with each pulse of her orgasm. She was panting and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. I released my grip and slowly kissed her body on my way up towards her face where we passionately kissed each other again. 

"Oh Graham, that was amazing. I have never felt that before." 

"Callie, you are so beautiful. I'm just happy to make you feel that good." 

"Graham, will you make love to me?" She quietly asked. 

"No...we can't. It isn't right. You are just drunk and you don't know what you are saying. You'll regret this later." I told her. 

"I am drunk, but I want you, and I won't regret this. I want to have sex with you. It isn't just the alcohol. I have wanted you for a while but...I...never had the nerve...to do anything about it." She said. 

"Are you serious? I have had a crush on you for years. You have such amazing eyes and a beautiful smile. Your body has almost always turned me on." 

She smiled at me and just kissed me. Her hands groped down to unbuckle my pants and she reached in grabbing my throbbing hard on. 

"Please Graham. I want you inside me." 

"I don't have any condoms."

She shook her head, "It's okay. I'm on the pill. You don't' have to worry about that." 

"Do you really want this Callie?" 

She coyly bit her bottom lip and simply nodded. 

I stood up and then walked around the side of her and picked her up from the ground. She put her arms around me and we walked back into the house. She kissed me on the neck as we made our way to my bedroom where I laid her down on my bed. I stepped back and slowly unfastened my pants letting them fall to the ground letting my cock free. She smiled and motioned with a single finger to come towards her. 

I crawled into bed on top of her and softly kissed her breasts and took a firm hold of her ass. I slowly made my way down her slender body kissing every inch I could. Making my way back between her legs once again, I put my tongue back to work on her juicy pussy. She smelled amazing and tasted even better. 

She gasped and tensed as I touched her sensitive clit. I worked my way around and worked two fingers in and out of her over several minutes. Taking my time, I built up some speed and some power behind my fingers and my sucking and I could feel it working on her. This was my secret trick. 

I felt her body start to move on the bed with my licking and she started to let out soft moans. 

"OH GOD....GRAHAM....FUCK....YESSS.....GOD......YESSSS!!" 

She started shaking and convulsing with her second orgasm and her legs came together as she doubled up on the bed pushing me away from her oversensitive clit. 

"Holy Shit Graham...that was fucking amazing!" 

I climbed up onto the bed and pulled her legs apart revealing her red and swollen cunt. I took a hold of my cock to slowly rub it around the entrance of her pussy. My precum oozed out over her wet labia and mixed with her juice. 

"I want it so much Graham. Please fuck me!" 

I then slowly pressed the tip inside of her and pulled it back out. Slowly, I entered her and pulled back out with each thrust going just a bit deeper. After about 20 minutes, she took my whole shaft inside of her. Her small frame bounced each time I thrust inside of her. She lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders to give me full access. She reached down to rub her clit and I started thrusting faster and harder. Each thrust a little harder than the last and she started to let out a soft moan with each impalement. 

I then abruptly stopped and pulled out of her. She immediately opened her eyes and I grabbed her legs from my shoulders and flipped her body over on the bed exposing her back side. She lied flat on the bed and I grabbed her hips and pulled her up to her knees where she quickly arched her back aligning her drenched pussy with my swollen cock. 

I guided my cock back to her warm moist entrance and slipped it in without any resistance. She then moaned as she relaxed her arms and her upper body collapse back to the bed. I started slowly again and took my time to build up my speed. After about ten minutes, I could feel her body start to tense and relax a little with each thrust. I took a few deep and slow thrusts when I felt her body start to jump and she let out a scream.

"OH MY GOD YES!!! FUCK ME!!

I took a firm hold of her hips and started to ram her as hard as I could. I couldn't hold back any longer. 

"OH MY GOD CALLIE....THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING! I'M GOING TO CUM!!"

"YES! CUM INSIDE ME!" 

I then took one final draw and then slammed into my sister's aching cunt one last time burying my cock to my balls and exploded inside of her creaming her insides with my incestuous seed. 

"OH YES...OH YES...OH GOD YES..." I yelled as I slammed each pump of sperm into her young teenage body.

After we calmed down, I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy. I immediately saw a glob of semen seep from inside and dribble down her labia and falling to the bed. Callie passed out and collapsed onto the bed without making another sound. I lied down next to her and fell asleep seconds later. 

The next morning I woke up alone in bed and Callie was nowhere to be seen. I was still naked. I got up and put on some shorts to make my way out to the kitchen. There I found Callie making some breakfast. She stood by the stove wearing one of my t-shirts which drowned her small body. 

"Oh you're up!" 

"Um...Hi." I said. "Where's Mom and Dad?" 

"They didn't come home last night. They called this morning and said they are going away for the weekend and they will be back Monday." 

"Oh...so...about last night..."

"Oh God...Graham...that was...that was...amazing!" 

"So you're not mad? You don't regret that?"

"Heavens no" she said as she put down a spatula and walked to me. "That was probably the best sex I have ever had. Nobody ever made me cum like that before. I would never regret it. Do you?" 

I quickly shook my head. "No...No...I just thought..."

"Thought what?" 

"I just thought that you would be grossed out having sex with your brother." 

"Well I'm not. In fact..." she said with a kiss. "I'm hoping we can do that a little more often." She finished with another of her coy smiles.