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All the Way

By: knabors



John and Nikki had first met at a science museum, a rather innocuous way for a pair such as this to meet, frankly. They both loved the exhibit about the solar system, and they shared their first kiss in a dark corridor behind the Planetarium a week later.

After a couple months, things had begun to heat up. They were making out on her parent's couch one Friday night while they were out of town. They trusted their 18-year-old daughter to be a good and studious girl. And she was - she was nothing but kind to everyone, and she never got less than a B+ on anything at school. But she was also a teenage girl with her first real boyfriend who wanted to get to know him much closer. At night, she had naughty dreams about the things she would do to him, and him to her.

While they were making out, with his tongue deep inside her throat and his hands under her bra cupping her round, supple C-cups, she threw her leg across his waist and straddled him, grinding her hips into his. At that point, she made a massive discovery - John's hard, throbbing cock under his jeans. She could feel its heat and thickness against her wet cunt, instinctively grinding harder into his crotch. She came just moments later, a warm wave pulsing through her hips. She was still a virgin, but knew right now that she no longer wanted to be one.

The next weekend, while her parents were at dinner, John arrived at her house. As he stepped inside, she grabbed his package and pulled him inside. "I want to kiss it, " she demanded.

But when they got to the bedroom, and he dropped his pants, her desire turned to shock. It was huge. Absolutely enormous. She gasped.

"How, how big is ... it?"

"I measured once. It was about ... 12 inches long." And it was, when fully erect. 12 inches long and 6 inches around.

Nikki reached out and grabbed it with one hand. She could barely get her hand all the way around it.

"How am I going to ..." She just couldn't imagine putting that huge member in her mouth.

"Are you scared of it? If so, I can put it away."

"No!" she shouted, louder than she intended. "I ... I'll try."

And with that, she leaned forward and took the swollen head into her mouth. The head alone nearly filled her mouth. She began to kiss it and rub it with her tongue. John shuddered. "Oh, oh, oh ..."

She kissed and sucked hard on his head for several minutes, stroking his member all the while. She could feel his cock getting harder as he got close to orgasm. Finally, hot cum exploded down her throat as he climaxed. She swallowed eagerly. They both smiled at what was the first real sex act either had experienced.

For several months, this was all they could do. They both wanted to try more, but their only attempt had failed. John's cock was just too enormous to fit in Nikki's cunt, and so they had to be satisfied with blowjobs and handjobs.

But as much as John wanted to bang Nikki's hard body, she wanted his hard cock even more. One night, as they lay on her bed, she began to undress him, stripping off his clothes to reveal his big dick. She grasped it and began to stroke it. But tonight, John could tell she was going about things a bit differently. As his cock got harder, she began removing her own clothes, first her shorts and shirt, then her bra. He instinctively reached out for her gorgeous round breasts, but she pushed his hands away.

"You have to be patient," she said with a sly smile.

With that, she laid back on the bed and slipped her panties off. He could see that they were already wet. With his cock in her right hand, she began to finger herself with her left. As she stroked herself, John could feel his member growing harder and longer. It felt like it was getting bigger than ever before. Nikki could feel it too, and she could feel her pussy getting warmer and warmer as she sat playing with her clit with one hand and his giant johnson in the other.

Thoughts of what his cock would feel like inside her started to get her even more excited, and she started to moan and grind her hips. John sat transfixed by the sight of her beautiful body writhing on the bed, holding his cock. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her breathing sped quickly and she started to pant until at least, she was overcome by an orgasm that rocked her whole body.

She reached down and rubbed her pussy juices. She was wetter than she'd ever felt before. At that moment, she turned to John, eying his dick.

"I want it inside of me. Now."

"But we ... I ..."

"Now."

Obeying her command, he moved closer, and positioned the head of his cock against her pussy. She was soaking wet, and he could feel his head sliding inside her, much easier than before. But he could also feel how tight and small she felt. He'd never get all the way inside, he thought.

But slowly, he began to thrust a little, with each one, getting deeper inside. He was now a good six inches in. Nikki was laying on her back, eyes closed, biting her lip. He continued to push, even as he felt her pussy tighter and tighter against his cock.

Nikki opened her eyes and looked straight at him. "More."

He continued to push, sinking deeper and deeper into her. He now had nine hard inches inside of her, and was pretty sure that she couldn't take much more. His thrusting was becoming easier as her pussy juices dripped down his cock and over his balls. She was wetter than he ever thought possible. She had started to pant now with each thrust.

But still, he wasn't all the way in. John was just amazed that she had taken as much as she did, and he pounded her harder and harder.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled. "Harder!"

He continued to pound away at her dripping cunt for several more minutes, until she suddenly motioned for him to stop.

"What?" he asked.

She looked straight into his eyes. "Fuck me harder, goddamnit! I want you totally inside me. I want all 12 inches!"

He could tell that she wasn't kidding. So he braced himself and took her hips with his strong hands and pulled her toward him while thrusting harder. He could feel himself sliding deeper than before.

"More! More!" she yelled.

He continued to give massive thrusts, each one bringing her closer and closer to the whole thing. Finally, he reached back and gave one last hard thrust, pounding all 12 inches of his massive cock inside of her at last. He could feel her instantly cumming in his arms, and he continued to pound her cunt.

Her screams echoed through the house as she came like she never had before. Wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her body. After another minute, he began to cum, too, blowing an enormous load from his 12 inch monster.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her as she erupted into a another orgasm.

They both lay there for several minutes, as she dreamed of what it would be like to be fucked like that again.

John and Nikki fucked every night and day for the rest of the summer, until both had to leave for college. Every time, she didn't cum until he had his full 12 inches inside of her.

Though she encountered many large cocks throughout college and after, Nikki never had another dick as enormous as John's again. And though she had many skilled lovers, she never came as intensely again, either.

All the Way



Bella was reaching out to touch herself under the sheet, trying to be quiet as a mouse as she shared the room with her brother. The room was dark but the moonlight hit some of the forms and many times in the past she stood quietly for hours, waiting to hear his deep breathing before she could finally have a "private" moment.

Tonight was no different, she opened her legs just a bit, shot a glance at the bed across the room, and felt her way down her clitoris that was emerging between her swollen lips. She kept her eyes shut as she started to rub harder and fell into her fantasies.

John was not asleep. He was waiting. Two weeks ago he had accidentally seen his sister, legs spread open, touching herself. He couldn't remember what had woke him up but as he turned, the sight of her pussy in the half light of the moon and the lamp of the street gave him a shock. He stood there, unable to think, unable to move, unable to even swallow. He thought of making noise so she d pull the sheets and cover herself, to save her the embarrassment. He would be mortified if he was in her shoes. But he couldn't do anything. And then horrified he realized he had an erection.

Guilt and fear overcame him.

He turned the other way and tried to reason with himself. He didn't jerk off today, the penis has a mind of its own. He focused on his sister. The same sister that was always antagonistic, making fun of him, defying him. The same person he saw crap, burp, fart. 

"She is not a woman" he thought. 

"Its fucking Bella for crying out loud".

But that didn't help.

"I need to get laid, fast" he thought to himself. At 18, he wasn't very experienced. He was a very good looking man and girls were throwing themselves at him but he didn't notice, he was too inexperienced to read the clues.

Two weeks of agony passed. Two weeks of avoiding eye contact, of self doubt, of excruciating guilt.

Two weeks of abstinence. 

Every time he reached for his cock, that shiny wet pussy was burned in his mind. He was obsessed and suffering, but as days went by, and as he kept bumping into his sister, he realized there was no escape, those feelings were here and they were real. He was attracted to her. And with acceptance came release, and plotting.

Each night, when she would fall asleep, he would crawl on all fours till he reached her bed. He would then lift the sheet up with one hand while have a torchlight in the other. It was Spring and Bella was wearing only a cotton short nigthy. And as far as he could remember she was a heavy sleeper who even occasionally snored.

For two weeks, every night, he would lift the sheets, and watch her curves as the nighty would be up to her waist. Different positions allowed him to scrutinize her breasts, half popping out of the material, or the crack of her ass if her legs were spread. 

He would never touch her, just shift positions around her bed while on his knees, engulfing her beauty and stroking himself while the torchlight was held between his teeth.

Once he would have his vision filled with her flesh and semi hidden secrets, he would rush to his own bed and jerk off. Sometimes, more than once.

One night Bella woke up and saw her brother playing with himself. She saw his back and his hand moving. It wasn't hard to understand what he was doing. She felt amused and for a moment felt like embarrassing him. But something about his back, the way it showed, the muscles and the width of his shoulders, made him look older...manly. Not the young idiot she liked to tease. She decided to respect his privacy and felt ashamed for witnessing such a private moment, so she turned around and smiled. Still the sight of his back and the realization he wasn't a boy anymore but a desirable man made her feel a bit strange.

Three nights ago, John waited for her to fall asleep as he did every night. Lately he had expanded his voyeurism and watched her through the keyhole of the bathroom. He couldn't see much but just the idea was enough to send him riding to heaven. He moved closer to her bed, lifted the sheets and gasped. For some reason, Bella had taken off her underwear. It was down on her ankle. Her legs were slightly spread, one up against the wall.

He squeezed and pushed his cock downwards at the sight. He positioned himself closer and tried to inhale her aroma, but he was too far away. He stood there in a daze, mesmerized by that sight, the full lips, the curly trimmed hair, that gorgeous clitoris who was looking like a tiny little bud. He wondered how lovely her pussy would look when it would be engorged and swollen. Just the thought made him squirt a little bit of pre–cum in his pants.

He threw caution to the wind and decided to jerk off right there and then. He grabbed his cock from the slit of his boxers and set it free. His cock and hand were partially underneath the bed and he reached out with his free hand to lift her nighty just a little bit, just where the fabric stopped and hid the beginning of a gorgeous nipple. His hand was light and he succeeded in freeing her pointy nipple, feeling he could faint from delight at the sight.

He couldn't stop himself, he came and his semen hit the mattress from underneath.

He quickly went to the bathroom and brought toilet paper to clean his mess.

He was still hard and his heart was beating fast.

As he tried to clean up the proof of his sin, he looked up to check on his sister. She was still asleep but had changed position. She was on her back, hugging her pillow, one leg bended, the other one spread, offering him a full view of her two holes and the perfect mounts of her ass.

He got up and stood in front of her.

He coughed. No reaction. "Bella?"...

No answer. Her breathing was as deep and as rhythmical as before.

With a trembling hand he touched with the tip of his fingers, the skin of her ass. Ever so gently. She didn't move.

He let her finger slide, light as a feather, between the cheeks, at the beginning of the crack.

Felling brave he lifted his hand and went the other way, stroking her lips gently, moving onwards to her asshole.

His cock was throbbing so he changed hands. He started pleasuring himself as he repeated the same movement, again and again till the lips opened slightly and he felt she was moist.

He almost fainted from desire. He wanted to shove his tongue in that slit, to roam he holes but he kept his cool. He knew if she woke up it would be a disaster. It was his sister and he was taking advantage of her. He was a pervert all the way, but at this moment in time he didn't care. His lubricated finger kept stroking her pussy and ass hole ever so lightly, but it was enough for him to feel her loosening up, opening. His finger stopped at her anus for a second and he pressured just a tiny bit, just to see...and he felt she was opening. Not too much but enough. He resisted his urge and it was fortunate cause at this point Bella moved and groaned and started waking up.

John stood on top of her, cock in hand, panicking. He hit the floor and crawled to the end of the bed where she could not see him. His erection was killed, his fear had overcome every desire.

Bella wanted to pee like hell and John was in the bathroom for ages. She knew he must have been doing his business but still, she had rights too. She banged on the door, but got no answer.

She heard water. 

"Are u in the shower?"

"Yeah"

"I have to pee, I can't wait another minute"

'You ll have to wait, sorry"

"I don't think so, just pull the curtain!".

Before John could respond to that she opened the bathroom door. Years ago they had lost the key and today she was grateful for that. John was behind the shower curtain yelling.

"Are you nuts?"

"Sorry, I really have to go" she replied. "Turn the other way".

She pulled down her cotton panties and sat on the toilet. She couldn't go.

"Its ridiculous" she thought. "He can't see me".

Her eyes fell on the little wall mirror her father used for shaving. It was positioned in such a way that she could see where the curtain shower ended, her brother on his side, his cock in full erection, his head towards...her. He was peeking at her from the other opening.

She felt flattered and amused. She slightly opened her legs, knowing from his position he could see most of what she was doing and started to pee.

She saw him grab his cock and rubbing it frantically. She was shocked with her arousal. She thought she d tease him, but as it turned out she was loving it.

She kept peeing and stopping, peeing and stopping, making it last. She washed and dabbed herself, yelled" I m done now", over her shoulder and exited the bathroom, leaving the door just a tad open. She kneed and saw him jerk off, his sperm splashing the bathroom walls and his chest.

He was amazingly good looking.

That same night she felt like touching herself, thinking of that scene. The room was dark but the moonlight hit some of the forms and many times in the past she stood quietly for hours, waiting to hear his deep breathing before she could finally have a "private" moment.

Tonight was no different, she opened her legs just a bit, shot a glance at the bed across the room, and felt her way down her clitoris that was emerging between her swollen lips. She kept her eyes shut as she started to rub harder and fell into her fantasies. Fantasies about her brother watching her masturbate. Fantasies of her watching him explode.

She opened her eyes and she could have sworn she saw him looking at her from his bed. She blinked but couldn't see very well. Many times she had the impression he was staring at her, but tonight she was sure of it. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

She turned and got on her stomach, lifted her ass up and started finger fucking herself. If he was watching, he had a direct view since his bed was just a few feet away and across.

They never thought of getting separate rooms and their parents were working long hours so it felt natural to them since they were each others company.

John was awake. He waited for her to fall asleep with anticipation, especially after the bathroom incident, but tonight was different. She kept tossing and turning. He dozed off for a second it seemed and when he opened his eyes he saw her spreading her legs. She was touching herself. He immediately grabbed his penis and started stroking him aware that the darkness was his friend. She lifted up the sheets and he could see her hand going in circles around her clitoris, slapping it. At some point she looked at him and for a split second he froze, but then she closed her eyes again. Just as he started to feel comfortable again, she turned and the most beautiful view hit him. Under the moonlight coming from the window, he saw her almost on all fours, finger fucking herself, moaning and gasping for air. She was so close he could almost touch her if he leaned out of his bed. 

"Isn't she scared I could wake up?" he wondered. Should he "wake" up?

He decided not to risk it and stayed there, quiet, watching her, fantasizing his cock rested between these wonderful butt chicks that kept going up and down. He remembered her peeing, the clear shot of her clitoris, the lips opening up... and he came.

The next morning everything was back to normal. Bella came down to eat breakfast with a pair of loose boxers and a tube top. Their parents were going to visit some relatives in the afternoon and they would stay there for two weeks. Bella had planned to go on camping with some girlfriends and John would have the house all to himself. To go through her lingerie, sniff her underwear and come all over her bed.

He was taken away from his reveries abruptly when his sister came down in the living room, shortly after their parents had left, still wearing that loose boxer short.

"Camping trip is canceled" she announced as she sat opposite him on a bean bag, putting her legs on the coffee table.

Bella knew that in that position his gaze would plunge right in the opening of her boxer short. She had purposely pulled it down a bit so it would not be close to her wet pussy.

She kept moving her leg in order to block and unblock his view, teasing him.

She never felt so horny in her life.

She didn't feel guilty. After all it was no touching; it was just in her head. Experimenting her sexual fantasies. It was safe to do so with her brother.

Plus it was nice to have power over him like that, it turned her on.

At some point she stopped wiggling her leg. John had a clear view of her pussy.

She had shaved!

He felt weak in the knees. Fortunately Bella got up and left the room looking at him in a strange way. He got up and got into the bathroom, splashed water all over his face. He couldn't make the look on Bella's face and his cock was so hard it started to hurt.

He went towards their room and stopped abruptly. On the door knob were Bella's shorts. He pushed the door gently, and right across from the door, on his bed, Bella was laying, naked, legs wide open, masturbating. He had full frontal view of her and for a moment he froze. Did she do it on purpose? Of course she did it on purpose. What did she expect him to do?

He didn't have to think that one through, she opened her eyes and looked at his crotch pleadingly. He rushed close to her and took his penis out.

"No touching" she gasped.

He felt disappointed and excited she was aware of his presence at the same time, desiring him, masturbating for him.

He was standing on her side, stroking his cock, watching her boobs move in all directions as her body started to stiffen and get into the rhythm.

He felt he was going to come.

He tried to tell her, but as she reached climax and arched her body, his semen exploded in the air, and fell like white pearly rain on her breast and check.

She opened her eyes and laughed as she wiped, then got serious.

"We can never, ever touch" she said.

"But we can do this whenever u want"

The next week was insane. The two siblings kept teasing each other. Bella who bend over while wearing a very short dress and nothing underneath, or would cook bare breasted. John would sit on the sofa masturbating at her sight while she was watching a movie or stroke his manhood against her while they would hug in the sofa, watching a horror movie.

One night, after doing it at least 5-6 times and after having a long conversation about how intimate they were, and how much they loved each other, John got up to look at his sleeping sister. He got to know her pretty well these past few days. Her fantasies, her fears, and he wasn't afraid anymore.

He lifted her sheet. She was naked. She was snoring. He smiled with tenderness and kissed her gently on the lips. He got up again and took his shorts off. He was standing naked on the side of her bed, watching her.

Her hands were outside the bed, palms half closed, looking up. He bended his knees a bit and let his balls rest in the cove of her hand, then with a motion of his hips, slid his cock into the opening. Very gently he made a motion back and forth. Her hands were soft and the thought that he was fucking them made him insane. He dreamed of her hands stroking him for so long... He felt a bit of precum coming up and he groaned of pleasure knowing he would mark her. She was his.

He got up and started playing with himself frantically, remembering the last time he was on top of her like this, when his cum hit her breasts and face. He lowered again and brushed his cock against her breasts, ever so gently. 

Her nipple was huge and hard, he brushed it against the opening on the top of the head of his penis. 

His sister nipple got a drop of precum and looked perfectly shiny in the moonlight.

He felt crazy with desire and got bold. He pushed his cock down and gently brushed his sisters lips with it. He could feel the warmth, the softness...

Bella opened her mouth and let a little snore. Her mouth stayed just a bit open. John couldn't believe it. He quickly pushed the head towards the opening, slowly in order not to wake her, just a little bit, just so he could feel the moist, the warmth...

As he pushed slowly the inside of her lips, and to the inside of her cheeks, he felt movement. Was it...? Yes, it was her tongue...she was sucking on him as she was sucking on her thumb till she was 12 a habit that brought her great shame and embarrassment.

She turned on her side with the tip of his cock in her mouth, suckling and giving him waves of pleasure.

He wanted to explode in her mouth, fill her with his cum, see it coming out, dripping from her jaw.

She drove him crazy.

Instead he pulled out at the last minute, came in his hand and gave her a little taste, rubbing some on her lips.

He then went to bed, knowing the no touch rule had to be broken. He wanted to fuck his sister. Again and again and again, till they were both too old to do it. He loved her and was in love with her.

He knew her and she knew him, this felt good, this felt right.

Days went by and nothing happened. Bella was a bit freaked out, she had cooled down and needed to put some distance between them.

John didn't force her and didn't mention anything to her. At nights she knew he was masturbating, he wasn't trying to hide it anymore, and the thought of him made her wet. But she stopped teasing him. She needed to put things in perspective.

Their parents were moving to Florida next month and it was time for her to decide if she would move out or live with her brother.

What kind of life would theirs be? This secret was already too big of a burden for her. She felt she seduced him, she didn't even know why she did it. Because she was horny? She let her body and her senses make such a major decision?

As days turned into weeks and into months, she stopped obsessing about the ethical aspect of things. She started dating and she expected to get angry at John for the hurt and jealous glances he shot at her, but instead she just wanted to hold him and console him, and tell him she loved him.

"I love him" she repeated to herself. Suddenly everything was clear. For better of worse he was the only person she felt so close. She didn't have to pretend or hide, or feel ashamed of her flaws. He knew them all and loved her. Unconditionally.

She looked at her date, which was looking at her breasts. John had stared at her breasts but his eyes reflected lust, desire but no objectification. Even during their masturbating sessions, when he would be the dominant one and he would talk dirty to her, she knew it was out of his desire to possess her. And she wanted to be possessed.

The last time they had together, the one that scared her was too intense and the rule was broken.

They were laying as usual naked on their sides, watching eachother as they were giving pleasure to themselves, when John reached out and squeezed her clitoris while shoving her nipple in his mouth. She opened her eyes in shock. She was trembling. The surprise was too big to handle and the pleasure that she felt overwhelmed her, as did fear.

John looked at her pleadingly as he opened his mouth once again, uncovering a soft tongue, while his fingers kept her lips open and his middle finger started frantically playing with her clitoris like a guitar string.

Bella felt waves of desire, waves of thoughts. She wanted to grab his beautiful face and kiss him but this was taboo. She closed her eyes and licked her dry lips. She fantasized of him being inside of her, telling her she was his sweet baby. Protecting her, loving her, wanting her.

She opened her eyes,. John's hand was still stroking her engorged clitoris and with his other hand was positioning his penis against her hip. He held her with his free hand and started whispering in her ear.

"I love you, Bella"

"You are beautiful"

"You are my soul mate"




All the Way



All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Special thanks to my editor and best friend, "the ever beautiful Lizzy," who came up with the title when my brain was already fried. Luvyuxoxo

ooOoo

"Tell me a secret Adrian. Something no one else knows. Something you've kept only to yourself all this time."

To say that I was shocked by the question was an understatement, the drunken stupor completely gone even after all the beer bottles we'd been nursing earlier. It was a hot night near the end of summer, and we hauled comforters to the lawn outside his house to enjoy the remaining days before we go our separate ways and start college. I looked at him, moonlight clearly illuminating his face, the blond highlights on his black hair shining like gold in the middle of a sea of obsidian. My heart beats fast, my mind in overdrive, Do I tell him?

The full moon shines brightly in the cloudless sky, the crickets chirp to the summer breeze. Everything seemed so peaceful and surreal and somehow I felt no inhibitions in me. Maybe I was still drunk after all. Telling him something that I meant to say to him yet never had had the courage to, somehow makes perfect sense right this very moment. Throwing caution to the wind, I took a deep breath and sat up.

"I love you Harry. I have loved you all this time."

I never noticed that the crickets have stopped chirping, the summer night is now completely silent, except that I can hear my heart thump very loudly, as if trying to pound its way out of my chest. How would he react on what I just said? If he thought of punching me and shouting that I have betrayed his trust, he was not making any move to do so. I look at the moon as I wait for his response, my ears straining for any sound that may come out of his lips.

I hear his breath, now shallow and relaxed, when all of a sudden he sits up too, his face so awfully close to mine.

"Ian...."

I look at him, his gray eyes the last thing I see when all of a sudden he pulls me to him, bringing our lips together, his warm lips soft yet wanting at the same time. Right that moment it felt that time stood still, his lips tasted sweet with a trace of alcohol still lingering in them. His hands were behind my head, gently guiding me. It was intoxicating. Then I felt his tongue press against my lips, without thinking I opened my mouth to let him in. This felt so great, so good, so...

"Wrong," I said as I pushed him away from me, "this is wrong."

I stood up and walked away, leaving him confused as he stayed sitting in the grass. Somehow I felt that I was leaving my heart also.

ooOoo

Harry and I have known each other for as long as we could remember, our mothers also best friends since their college days when they both found out that they loved the same band and were hanging by a thread on their majors. We were the same age, something our parents did not plan together but nevertheless they were very happy to find out. They were thrilled that their little boys are going to be growing up side by side, which they made sure we did. We lived in the same subdivision, played in the same sandboxes, and attended the same school. Some people mistook us for fraternal twins since we were always together, yet they could clearly see the difference in our looks. Harry was taller and had lighter skin and gray eyes owing from his European heritage, while I was the tan skinned boy with the dark brown eyes which I got from my father's Filipino blood. 

Growing up together, Harry and I sort of developed this connection that made us know what the other was feeling even though he didn't show it. Harry was a very open type of person, so I don't really have a hard time knowing his moods and what he's feeling at a given moment. In my case however, I was more of an introvert and kept things to myself, but Harry had no problem with that.

"It's your body language. I've basically seen everything and what each of them means. Now from the way you're biting your lower lip I know that you're very nervous right now," he said one day while he was teaching me how to drive a car (his parents being a little less strict and already taught him when we were still 14, now he thinks he's such a pro and drives dangerously sometimes).

As with others who grew up side by side, we naturally did everything together: learning how to ride bicycles, swimming, camping, getting lost in the middle of the grocery store, everything. In school we were inseparable: sharing our lunch, playing with other kids during break, walking home together. My parents were already fixed on having one child, seeing the strains in child-rearing and so that they can have time for their kid even if they both have busy jobs. Harry's parents were okay with another child, but after several attempts and a visit to their gynecologist they found out that Harry's mom had a hormonal imbalance that caused her to have unhealthy egg cells. She could get pregnant, but it's going to be risky. That was when we knew that Harry was the only brother I could ever have, and I was his.

Harry was very thoughtful and caring, sometimes even motherly. I can't forget that time when I was coming down with colds and my parents weren't home because of a convention they had to attend. Harry came that day to our house to supposedly invite me to theirs, when he found me in bed burning with fever. He immediately went to our medicine cabinet and gave me ibuprofen, then proceeded to strip me of my clothes to change in more comfortable ones. He cooked a light soup and although I didn't have much of an appetite he wouldn't take no for an answer and spoon-fed me (it was delicious, his mother taught him how to cook already and he was amazing). When I was already comfortable in the bed he called my mom and told her not to worry and catch the latest flight back home. I was already in good hands. 

We grew up and entered high school, and there we started to branch out and did things separately, although we were as close as ever. We were both into sports, but he was the center in the basketball team while I was a forward in the soccer team. Due to our ancestry and active lifestyle, I can say that Harry and I look good physically, and this is the reason why we have no problem dating with girls. However,our relationships usually end with the girl breaking up with us because Harry and I spend more time with each other than with them. They didn't think that we were gay or anything, since almost everyone knows that we're basically brothers, but they were jealous just the same. During those times I get confused why they would get jealous of my relationship with Harry, since we only treat each other as brothers, although deep inside I knew that my friendship with Harry is more important than any other relationship I ever had. Little did I know that the seed of attraction has already been planted somewhere inside me.

ooOoo

We both loved the outdoors, and every summer we try our best to get our fill of the sun as much as possible. One summer before our final year in high school we decided to go mountain climbing and camping. We were both seventeen at that time and our parents trusted us to be with ourselves. The trek was very exciting, and being out of the busy and hectic grasps of civilization gave such a relaxing feeling inside me. We decided to go the farthest we could along the hiking trail until the sun sets, then set up camp for the night.

After pitching our tents, we started the campfire and took out marshmallows to eat s'mores in front of the fire. Later I took out the cans of beer we brought along and drank while talked of school, our games and anything that came to our minds. 

"Ian," Harry said while staring at the burning marshmallow in front of him, "how do you see yourself, say, 10 years from now?"

"10 years? Well surely by that time I'm already a highly-respected civil architect with a very huge pay and a work schedule I made for myself," I replied, my career choice already made up by that time.

"What I meant was do you see yourself being married to someone, having kids?"

He looked at me, and I looked back, gray eyes meeting dark brown. Before that time I never thought of myself being settled down in the future with some woman and having children running around the house. Except for practical decisions like my career, I was not much of a future-planning person, more usually focused on short-term goals and decisions and living life by the moment. However, when he asked that question, the picture that came to my mind was his gray eyes looking at me like they are doing now. I shrugged the thought; even true siblings have to have their own separate lives sooner or later.

"I don't know Har," I lied, "how about you? What do you see 10 years from now?"

He smirked and looked at his marshmallow, which was deliciously dripping now. He took his time eating it, and I thought he was not going to answer. 

"I'm not really sure of anything else, but I'm very sure that unless you've already died and already rotting under the earth before we're 27, you're going to be there."

We laughed, that was Harry, believing that death was the only thing that could ever stop anyone from doing anything. I thought of what he said as I drank the rest of my beer. The seed inside me has started to sprout roots.

ooOoo

We entered our final year in high school, now more focused in our academics and school performance. I was determined to enter a high-standard school, probably one of the Ivies, to study for my architecture degree. Harry already fixed his mind to enter Cornell for his business degree. His father was a Legacy so I don't think he's actually going to have a hard time entering, but his dad good-naturedly reminded him that unless his grades were worth it he's going to have a hard time surviving Cornell. 

We performed fairly well in our SAT's, so we didn't have to worry about those, but we still need to maintain our GPA's. That year we basically spent more time poring over our books. We could also have a chance in entering the Ivies if we had a sports scholarship, but our parents had already invested early in our education and we didn't have to worry about funding anymore. Besides, sports may take up our time and compete with our majors when college comes. Nevertheless we still played in our teams and attended after-game parties.

On one of these parties I met Trish, a junior cheerleader in our school. She had a wild reputation in school and it was obvious on the onset that as she was eyeing me in the party that she clearly wants to get in my pants, but she didn't look bad and being young I played along with her. We ended up getting way drunker than we can handle and the rest of the night became hazy to me.

I didn't know how Trish and I ended up in one of the bedrooms in the house, but she was smashing her lips against mine and sucking my tongue as if she wanted to pull it out of my mouth. Probably because we were so drunk and our hormones were out of control, I reciprocated. Our clothes were strewn all over the floor and we were naked except for our underwear. Then Trish pulled my boxers down, and suddenly my hormone-induced haze was gone.

She felt me stiffen, "What's wrong? You're not liking this?" then she took me in her mouth.

She sure knew what to do, and although I was a bit apprehensive at first, I just laid back on the bed and let her continue what she was doing. Yet as I closed my eyes the image that came to my mind wasn't Trisha. Instead I saw a pair of intensely familiar gray eyes looking at me. This thought sent a wave of pleasure to my spine and I had to hold Trish's head. She took this as a sign of approval and got faster as she worked me in her mouth. With the gray eyes still in my mind, it didn't take long for me to find release.

Trish and I became a couple afterwards, and except for a few congratulatory remarks from my soccer teammates nothing else changed. Relationships between players and cheerleaders aren't uncommon after all. However I noticed that Harry distanced himself from me, not even joining Trish and me during lunch or hang up after school. I didn't mind at first, thinking that he was also probably busy with his studies and basketball. But as the weeks passed by and Harry didn't even as much as text me I finally had enough and cornered him after one of his basketball practices.

"What's wrong Harry? Are you deliberately avoiding me lately?" I demanded angrily.

The guilt on his face clearly showed that the accusation hit him. "No dude. It's just, you and Trisha look great together and I thought maybe you didn't want me tagging along while you're with her. I'm sorry if it looked like I've been avoiding you."

He looked genuinely apologetic and I just had to forgive him. "Look man, you're my best bud. You come first before any girl I'm with, okay? Nothing's gonna change between us."

He glanced down, "No, Ian. Something has changed." Then he eyed me once more with a mischievous grin on his face, "You've been having a steady supply of pussy while I'm here practically celibate!"

I punched him in the shoulder, and we both laughed. Everything was fine once again.

Or so I thought.

ooOoo

The following days Harry was hanging around once more with me (and Trish). Although physically he was there, I noticed that he was not so lively and his smiles didn't reach his eyes. I guessed at first he felt really awkward when Trish and I were together, especially when Trish tried jumping my bones, hoping for an intense make-out session (which was always, no matter where we were). One time during lunch Trish tried to pull my head for a kiss, but I gently pushed her, since there were a lot of people around. She took this wrongly and went away huffing. I didn't follow her, but I noticed Harry smirked.

My relationship with Trish wasn't based on love, desire maybe, but definitely it's not love. Yeah we do make out, I fondle her boobs and she sucks me, but we never progressed further, though I could tell that she wants to. I guess she grew tired of waiting and one day before my soccer practice she pulled me aside.

"Adrian," she began,"I know what we had was great, but I never felt that you were really in it. It's as if what we had was only up to being physical, but more than that I can't feel anything."

I was speechless at first, but I realized that this was true. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been so distant. I guess I'm not ready for this yet," I admitted.

Our coach whistled for us to be in the field. "So, I guess I'll still be seeing you around?" I asked her.

"Yeah, see you around." And she kissed my cheeks.

I know I should be feeling guilty and remorseful, but what I felt during practice was an exhilarating sense of freedom and ease, and it showed in my game, having scored 4 of my team's six goals. Coach noticed and commended me, and then released us early because of our good performance.

At the showers I noticed my teammates were staring at me, but they glanced away when I looked back. It was when Rick, one of our midfielders, approached me and said, "I'm sorry man."

I was clearly confused and I finished showering as fast as I could. It was when I walked back to my car when I saw my just-ex-girlfriend sucking face with our goalkeeper, Jaypee, plus a lot of below the neck--and belt--action.

They saw me coming, and the look on Trish's face was very guilty, which was not fitting, since we've already broke up and she's free to kiss whoever she likes. I proceed to tell this to her, "I'm sorry to interrupt. Please, don't stop on my account," then went inside my car and drove away.

Later that night Harry called me to come over to his houseto shoot some hoops, and I proceeded right away. As soon as I stepped into their porch he went out and hugged me, but he quickly let go and said, "I'm sorry Ian, 'bout you and Trish. The news is all over the school."

"That fast? It was just hours ago!" I said, incredulous.

"Well, a breakup between a hot cheerleader and a varsity player is big news," he said. "And among the varsity players, you're the hottest," he added, albeit hesitantly.

I pretended not to notice, but I felt a warming in my cheeks and hoped that it didn't show. I playfully punched his hard stomach, "Shut up, let's not talk about it anymore."

We played basketball, and throughout our game I can't help but notice that Harry was in a very good mood. I didn't want to assume, but I hoped that he was happy that Trish and I broke up, because I was.

The heck I was.

ooOoo

The rest of the year passed in a blur, then March came, and the college acceptance letters are out. Harry was admitted, not surprisingly, into Cornell, which both he and his dad happily celebrated to. On my case, I applied for six schools and was accepted into four of them and waitlisted in two. Much to my amazement I got accepted into Princeton, which was just a four-hour drive to Cornell when we feel that we want to visit each other. Now that our colleges are more or less secured we loosened our study schedules and gave more time to our social lives, though we still made sure that we maintained our GPA's.

The day of our graduation came, which was also the day before we have to go andtransfer to our college dorms. Harry and I passed with flying colors, although none of us was class Valedictorian. We didn't mind, doing exceptionally well in class was okay for us. Speeches were made, diplomas were handed out, and graduation caps were thrown. My family (naturally) had a celebratory dinner together with Harry's. Since our things were already boxed up and ready to be hauled away, we decided to spend one more night together before we part.

ooOoo

"Tell me a secret Adrian. Something no one else knows. Something you've kept only to yourself all this time."

That was how I found myself now walking home in the middle of the night. Our house was already dark and I left my keys and phone back in Harry's so I rang the doorbell and hoped my parents were still awake. My mom came down a few seconds later.

"Ian, honey. Why are you home so early? I thought you were going to spend the night at Harry's?" my mom fussed as I went in the house.

"Nothing mom," I lied, "I just felt like spending my last night in a long time here at home." I didn't sound convincing, but I hoped she didn't notice.

She did, worry crossing her face as she sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't press it.

"Well good night honey. Sleep well, you're still going to have a long drive tomorrow," she said as she kissed me.

That night I wasn't able to sleep, replaying what happened earlier again and again in my head. I kept wondering how something so wrong could feel so right.

The next morning I asked my father to fetch the things I left in Harry's house, on the pretense that I was still finishing the rest of my packing. In reality I just wanted to go as soon as possible so I won't have to see Harry. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Dad returned a little later.

"Ian?" he called from outside my room.

"Yes dad? Just open the door, my hands are full."

He poked his head in, "I have your things here, and Harry said he wants to talk to you before you go. He sounded really upset. Did you two fight last night?" he asked.

"No!" I answered too fast. I sounded guilty and dad raised his eyebrow, "Maybe he just misses me already? I'll pass by his house on my way." I faked a laugh.

"Well, if there is a problem between the two of you, you should fix it right away. You two are like brothers, and you shouldn't part without making up," he said and closed the door, leaving me alone with my guilt.

What did Harry want to talk about? Is he going to say that last night we were just two drunk guys who made a mistake? Is he going to say that he doesn't want to see me again? I was scared of losing my best friend, and I was afraid that after what we did last night I let the thing I feared the most happen. I can't believe how weak and stupid I was.




All the Way



I finished hauling my things to my car, and said goodbye to my parents after a long list of do's and don'ts I from my mom (do call when you get there, do visit when you have time, don't do drugs there, yada yada). I just want to go as soon as possible.

I went the other way outside our subdivision so I wouldn't pass in front of Harry's house. Yeah, I was a coward, but I was thinking of the worst possible things that may happen if I see him right now and I didn't want that to happen. I turned my phone off so nobody can call. It was just me and my thoughts during the long drive to Princeton. All the time Harry was on my mind, and my heart slowly fell to pieces the farther away I drove.

I arrived in Princeton a few hours later, and immediately went to my dorm. I didn't mind the other people arriving and looking happy as they were dropped by their parents or their friends. I just wanted to go to my room and busy myself with unpacking to distract my mind from Harry.

I took out a six-pack I brought along with me, ignoring the no-alcohol restriction in our dorm. It's moving in day anyway and everybody was busy, and I thought that the alcohol can numb me from what I'm feeling at the moment. I was a lightweight and already a bit woozy by the fourth can, when all of a sudden I heard a knock on my door. I wondered who it could be, since I had a single and was not expecting a roommate. I went to the door and opened it.

Trish was standing outside.

"Trish?" I said while balancing myself with the doorpost, I guess I was seriously drunk already, "what are you doing here? You're still going to enter your senior year right?"

"Ian! Jasmine, one of the cheerleaders is also going here in Princeton and she asked me to come along with her to help her move. Then I saw your car and you know how the familiar things stand out when you're in the middle of a new environment. So I looked for you and I came here," she was practically babbling.

I was still processing what she said when she squealed, "I can't believe you're here!" and hugged me. I was already losing my balance that time and the two of us fell down the floor, she on top of me.

She didn't move, and I was out of control when she kissed me.

"Wait!" I manage to say, "I thought you were with Jaypee?" I asked her.

"He's not here, and what he doesn't know wouldn't hurt right? Let's do this for old time's sake?" she said and pulled off her top.

I was feeling very weak and drunk that time, and I just wanted to forget Harry, so I let Trish take my shirt off and we were kissing there in the dorm room floor. We were still kissing when all of a sudden we heard a sound at the door.

We stopped and I looked at who was there.

It was Harry, and the look on his face was pained, it also broke my heart.

"Hey Ian. I came to your house to try to catch you before you went, but I was too late so I decided to come to Princeton and find you. But I guess you didn't want to be disturbed. I'll just go," and he turned around and walked away.

"Wait! Harry!" I tried to call after him, stumbling over the room to put on my clothes, my drunkenness and Trisha completely ignored. I ran after him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I went to the parking lot and his car wasn't there anymore.

"HARRY!" I shouted right in the middle of the parking lot. Other people looked at me, shocked at what I did, but I didn't care. "HARRY!"

It's either he was ignoring me, or he was already gone.

I went back to my room, relieved that Trish wasn't there anymore. I was angry, to her as much as to myself for being weak. I got my phone and turned it on to find out I had four text messages and a voicemail from Harry.

"Adrian, I went to your house but you were not there anymore. You're not answering your phone, and I'm currently on my way to Princeton. I just wanted to see you and tell you that what we did last night, it was amazing, and it felt so right. My only regret in doing it was that I was only thinking of myself and didn't think that you're going to possibly hate me for it. I don't want to lose you, and I just want to say I'm sorry."

Tears were falling down my face as I listened. I can't believe how STUPID I was. I tried to call him, but he's already the one not answering his phone. I thought of following him and going to Cornell, but knowing Harry he doesn't want to be found when he's upset, and maybe he's not on his way to Cornell right now. I sat there in the middle of the floor in a daze, scolding and hating myself.

It was already dark outside when my phone rang. Thinking it was Harry I immediately answered it.

"Harry! Thank God you called back! I'm sorry for what I did, I was weak and I was not thinking when I did it. Please can we talk? I'm so sorry." I sobbed on the phone.

"Adrian?" it wasn't Harry, but her mom, and she sounded as if she'd been crying.

"Oh," I said, embarrassed, "I thought you were Harry. What's the matter?"

"It's Harry!" she said then she started crying, "The cops just called us. He met an accident while on his way to Cornell and the impact was very bad. He's been brought to the Lenox Hill Hospital and we're on our way but it's going to take us a long time to get there and you're the nearest one to him so--Adrian? Are you there? Adrian!"

The moment she said Harry met an accident and what hospital he was brought to, I grabbed my keys and ran to my car and drove to the hospital. I already knew the location of the hospital because we had a field trip there once during high school to commemorate the installation of the first X-ray in America, so I drove as fast as I could. I arrived an hour later, and immediately went to the reception desk to ask where Harry was.

"He's in the emergency room right now, Sir. The accident was pretty bad and he was unconscious when he was taken in. Are you related to him?" the nurse behind the reception desk asked.

"Uhm, no. I'm his--friend," I was unsure when I said that, maybe he hates me now, "his parents are still on their way."

"I'm sorry Sir, but only relatives are allowed to see him. You can see him only when his parents arrive and accomplish some paperwork."

I opened my mouth to retaliate, but I stopped myself. I know it would be useless to argue, since she was only doing her job, and right now I wouldn't be of much help to Harry. I was a nervous wreck the whole time I waited for his parents to come, and I kept blaming myself. If I wasn't such a pathetic weakling all of this shouldn't have happened.

His parents arrived by midnight, and I comforted Harry's mom while his father talked to the nurse. Harry was transferred to the ICU, since he lost a lot of blood and is in a very critical condition. Nothing's left to do but wait for him to wake up.

"I'm sorry," I told his mom while we waited until we could be allowed to enter Harry's room.

She looked at me and she smiled though her tears were still falling, "It's not your fault dear, we all know that Harry can be a bit reckless when driving, and he should know better than to drive carelessly when his mind isn't on the road."

I smiled back, though what she said didn't stop me from mentally punishing myself for being the reason for all of this. Then Harry's dad approached us and told us that we could see Harry already.

We hurried to the ICU, but right outside the door of Harry's room I stopped. I let his mom and dad in, but I didn't follow, wanting to give the family their own time together and I did not want to intrude. I wasn't also ready to see Harry yet. From outside the room I can hear the renewed wails of Harry's mom, and the sound was like a blow to my heart. I went out of the Intensive Care Unit and sat in one of the benches in the hallway. Exhaustion overtook me and I dozed.

I was woken up a little later by Harry's mom. "Ian dear, why didn't you enter the room with us? I'm sorry I completely forgot about you, I was so nervous."

"No, it is okay," I assured her, "Has Harry woken yet?"

Her lip quivered and I thought she was going to cry once again, "No, the doctors said we just have to be patient. His car had airbags but the impact was strong enough to hit his head and it was pretty bad. There's nothing we could do but wait."

She saw the worry in my face then hugged me, "Dear, we have to go for a little while to process Harry's medical insurance, but we'll be back as soon as we're through. Why don't you go to him?" she suggested.

"Yeah," I said, "that would be a good idea.

I went back inside the ICU and took a deep breath before opening Harry's door. I was shocked in what I saw: lots of machines, tubes and wires were connected to Harry. The left side of his head was bandaged, though I was a bit grateful that his face was unscarred. A cardiac monitor was beside him, green lines fluctuating to the beating of his heart, each beep assuring me that he was still alive.

Beep

Looking at him in the hospital bed looking so damaged and hurt sent a fresh wave of guilt and pain to me, and I felt the tears running down my face once more. I approached him and held his hand, hoping for a response, but they wouldn't move.

Beep

What if he doesn't wake? What if I never see his gray eyes staring back at mine once more? All my life he was there beside me, and I can't imagine my life without him.I placed our hands on my face. I didn't know if he could hear me, but I decided to talk to him.

Beep

"Harry," I say, my voice breaking with sadness," I'm so, so sorry for everything that I did. I was afraid that after what we did last night you were going to hate me, and that moment the most painful thing I could imagine was knowing that my best friend hates me."

Beep

"But right now, I realized that the most agonizing thing in the world is the thought that my you're leaving me for good. I don't want to lose you Harry, you are a part of me that I can never let go and I can't bear the thought of a future without you."

Beep

"I love you Harry."

The tears flowed much faster now, some of them falling to his hands, but everything else was silent, save for the beeps and clicks and sighs of the machines around us. When all of a sudden I felt his fingers move. I looked up, and his eyelids flutter open. The next moment his gray eyes were staring at me.

Beep

"Ian? You've got my hand all wet."

An intense wave of relief and happiness washed over me, "You're awake!" I screamed and hugged him, completely ignoring his current state.

"Hey, easy there. I'm still tender everywhere."

I quickly pull back, "I'm sorry. You really got all of us, me and your parents, worried over you! How the hell did you get involved in that accident?"

Beep

He winced, "Well, after seeing you and Trisha getting busy there in your dorm I felt so jealous and hurt and I wasn't able to think clearly. I just went to my car and drove away as fast as I could. I didn't feel like going to Cornell so I drove anywhere. Maybe I wasn't aware that I was going too fast and I was in this intersection and everything happened so quickly and the last thing I could remember was seeing bright lights before darkness overtook me. The next thing I saw was a pair of beautiful dark brown eyes looking at me and holding my hand."

I smiled, I was exhausted once more, and I know that he should rest. I held his hand back to my face and looked at him.

"Harry," I said.

"Yeah?"

Beep

"Tell me a secret. Something no one else knows. Something you've kept only to yourself all this time."

He question made him smile, so much has happened since the last time that question was asked.

"I love you too," he said, "I have love you all this time."

I kissed him, and he closed his eyes.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I look at the cardiac monitor, the green line straight, not anymore making zigzag lines across the screen.

Epilogue

I can't believe it's been nine years since that night. I tried my best to forget it, but the memory is still fresh in my mind even after all these years. It's unbelievable how life plays at us, as if we are just those reserve pick-up lines held by comedians to amuse their audiences. I get out of the house. The moon is shining brightly above; just like it did nine years ago, that night when I shared the secret I kept for so long.

A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.

"What are you doing outside Ian? Let's go back in," Harry whispered to my ear.

I turn around, and a pair of the most amazing gray eyes looks back at me. "Don't you remember what happened exactly nine years ago? And the night after?" I asked him.

He laughed, "How could I forget that day when my husband confesses to me that he loved me? And who would forget how everyone thought that I was going to die just because you were so careless?"

I wince when he said that. I was so excited to see him wake up once more that night at the hospital that when I hugged him I didn't realize that the wires that connected him to the cardiac monitor were moved. The monitor, not anymore sensing anything, showed a straight line on the screen. I was practically screaming for the doctors and when they went in and found out that the wires were just disconnected they chastised me. You can't imagine the relief, and embarrassment, I felt after that.

He was discharged months later, and classes just began so he didn't miss anything substantial and caught up right away. Through college we always kept in touch, constantly visiting each other whenever we had the chance. The sort of long-distance relationship we had made us feel how much we miss each other when we weren't together.

And the sex marathons we had during those visits were the best.

We had no problems with our parents, being very open-minded people. Mom even jokingly said that she was slightly disappointed to know that she and Harry's mom both had boys, since if one of us had been a girl we could end up falling in love to each other when we grew up and get married. Their children got married alright; it's just that none of us is a girl.

Of course, just like normal couples, we've had our fair share of disagreements and fights. But none of us was too prided to acknowledge our own mistakes and say sorry, and we emerge from these disagreements even closer than we were before.

I look at my very beautiful husband, the moonlight shining on the blond highlights of his hair, gold in the middle of a sea of obsidian.

"Tell me a secret Adrian," he says, "Something no one else knows. Something you've kept only to yourself all this time."

I think of it, "Well, if you worry the heck out of me like the way you did nine years ago, I swear I'm going to make the rest of your life hard."

He laughs, and pulls my face to him. There, under the moonlight, we kiss very passionately. His lips were just as warm and tasty as they were the first time I kissed them. This time, however, there were no negative feelings, only pleasure, bliss and contentment.

He pulls away, and I whimper as I tried to pull him back. He stops me.

"Say hard again," he whispers.

"Hard," I respond, not understanding.

"You know, I've got this hard problem right now, and you're the only one who can solve it." He's got that mischievous look on his face. I love it.

"Well," I say, "Why don't we go back inside the house and see how hard that problem is?"

He laughs, and takes my hand as we go back inside the house.

I guess I'm stuck with this guy for the rest of my life, me and him all the way.

And that's the best thing in the world for me.



All the Way



A different spin on the typical 'I got caught dressing up' story.



I've always been fond of large women, not obese necessarily but you know, big. Like Amazonian big. Tall, big curvy hips and a chest to match with broad shoulders, but not in a masculine way mind you, but kind of proportionate for a girl. Let me tell you they aren't really that easy to come by either. I'd dated and bedded a few girls in high school and freshman year in college, but none of them really stoked my fire, if you know what I mean.

Then I laid eyes on Clarissa my sophomore year of college I knew I had to have her. She was 6' 7" tall and about 220 pounds of what looked like solid muscle, but still curvy in all the right places including her nicely shaped C cup breasts. With blond curly hair and blue eyes that would make you melt I wasted no time in declaring my undying love for her. She, on the other hand, was determined to make me work for every last bit of her affection. The first five times I asked her out she flat out denied me in no uncertain terms, but I had resolve. Then she played hard to get for another year at least before I finally wore her down enough to where she finally agreed to go out on a date with me, and I pulled out all the stops for her.

A carriage ride through the park, dinner at a fancy restaurant, dancing, roses, champagne, you name it I lavished it on her with reckless abandon. Well I won't bore you with the rest of the details but I managed to win her over in time. Oddly enough she said it was my sense of humor the ultimately got her. Whatever, I didn't care! I finally had the girl of my dreams and everything was great. Our sex life was fabulous and we would go at it sometimes 2 or 3 times a day in the beginning.

After we both graduated college I popped the question and she said yes. I was the happiest man alive. We got married on a warm July weekend, bought a house in the suburbs and settled into what I thought would be a nice normal life together. I'd gotten a job at a local tech firm doing IT work and the pay was great. She was working as a physical therapist at the local hospital.

After a few years of the usual routine I guess some of the spark had gone out of the relationship. Our sex life gradually dwindled from 2-3 times a week, to 2-3 times a month, and eventually 2-3 times a year. I still loved her with a passion and tried desperately to add some flair to our love life, but most times Clarissa just wasn't interested. I began to become worried that maybe she was seeing someone else on the side, and just the thought of it tore me up inside. I tried to squash those feeling down as far as I could and work harder to be the man she fell in love with, but I was starting to lose hope.

Then one day Clarissa got into a car accident on the way home from work. Some jack ass ran a red light and T boned her car pretty badly. It was the best thing that ever happened to us. She had broken her leg and bruised a few ribs, but she was all right in the end. After a few days in the hospital she was released and I brought her home and tried to dote on her hand and foot. At first she kind of liked it, and needed it as it pained her to get up and move around too much. But eventually she became more mobile and gradually rebuffed my attempts to help her out in almost any way possible. She seldom laughed at my jokes or goofy antics anymore despite my best efforts. It felt like she was pushing me away and I didn't know what to do to make her fall in love with me again. I was crushed.

I had been moping around the house for a few days and had almost given up hope when out of the blue one night Clarissa shuffled over to my side of the bed, which wasn't an easy feat for her with the cast still on, and began gently brushing her hand over my chest. I went hard almost immediately! I swear it had been months since my wife had touched me in a sensual way, and even longer since we had had sex. Still I couldn't get my hopes up. Why would things have changed so suddenly? Maybe she was trying to butter me up for something. She certainly knew how to push my buttons, regardless of the fact she hadn't even fingered them in ages. I gently placed my arm across her back with my hand on her shoulder and began to softy caress her, not wanting to push it too far too fast. She lifted her head to look me in the eyes and I could see something smoldering there, just beneath the surface of her gorgeous baby blues.

Then the dam burst. She grabbed me by the shoulders and hoisted herself on top of me crushing her lips down onto mine. Our tongues danced together for what seemed like ages before we both needed to come up for air. When we did we were both panting like rabid dogs, groping and feeling each other over every inch of each others bodies. God, I'd never seen her like this before. It was like she was possessed. She kissed me with such ferocity that I thought she was going to suck my teeth straight out of my mouth. When she finally came up she gave me another burning look.

"I have to have you right now! Fuck me, George! Fuck me right now!"

She then reached behind her with one arm and grabbed the waistband of my tidy whiteys and tore them off my body in one smooth motion, tossing the remains to the floor. She didn't have to tell me twice! I reached down with my left hand between our bodies and raised my achingly hard cock up to where her dripping love tunnel was waiting. It was a little awkward getting into position with her cast still on her leg and all, and I was a little worried that she was going to be in pain with all the jostling around and the strange positioning, but if she was she didn't show it at all. She reached back down between her legs and guided my throbbing member straight into the hot, waiting folds of her pussy. I tried thrusting underneath her to get as much of my cock into her heavenly pussy as I could but she was just too big for me.

Besides, she had her own ideas. She latched both her hands down onto my shoulders and proceeded to half rock herself up and down and half shove my body back and forth with such force she was practically ramming my head into the headboard. Concussion notwithstanding, it was the best five minutes of my life. She fucked me with such command and control while I was powerless underneath her the whole time. By the end we both climaxed at the same time and she collapsed on top of me and promptly passed out, while I was still inside her. I didn't mind though. I reveled in the feeling of my wife's body on top of me, even if she was bigger than me. Not that I was a small guy, but at 5' 11" she was a full 8 inches taller that me and probably had at least 30 pounds on me. It wasn't long till I passed out from exhaustion too, but that sure didn't last all night. Clarissa woke up twice more in the middle of the night and ravished me both times similar to the first... and I couldn't have been happier.

This trend continued for the next few weeks, with her taking even more control in the bed room. She would whip me into every position she could manage with her cast on and several more I'd never considered possible, but I loved every minute of it. I was counting the seconds at work till I could get home and let her have her way with me.

So the Friday her cast was coming off I decided to leave work early and surprise her at home with some flowers, champagne and lingerie I had bought the day earlier to celebrate. When I walked through the front door I immediately knew something was amiss. As I yelled hello while shutting the door I could hear her struggling with something and swearing to herself from her office.

"Clarissa?" I called, as I walked down the hall toward her office door.

"Be out in a minute!" she yelled while still wrestling with something.

"Is everything okay?" I was mere steps away from the door now.

"Don't come in! I'll be out in a sec!" she screamed sensing I was almost at her door.

"C'mon honey, what going onnnnn..." I said as I rounded the corner.

At this point I had to pause to take in what I was seeing. Clarissa was hunched over in her office chair with her back to me, fighting with something in her lap. She was wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap with her hair stuffed up inside of it. This may be normal for some women from time to time, but I'd never seen my wife in anything but a dress, or blouse and slacks or whatever, but it was always feminine looking. She didn't even own a pair of sweats. As I continued to look I noticed what seemed like porn on the computer screen. It was a little hard to tell with her in the way, but in kind of looked like some dude was really pounding the crap out of a hot little blond on some patio furniture.

"Are... are you watching porn?" I asked a little slowly.

She hastily looked up and I could hear her say 'shit!' under her breath as she immediately hit a few keys on the keyboard and the image disappeared.

"Dammit George... I told you I'd be right out!" she said in frustration as she went back to struggling with something in her lap.

"Honey... look... its okay. I don't mind if you watch porn. Hell I'll even watch it with you," I told her, "Is this what's caused the new spark in our love life, because if it is I'll start ordering it by the metric ton!"

I was trying to lighten the mood a little, but I could see her make one final move with her arm then heard the zipper on her jeans zip up. She slumped her shoulders, placing her hands on the armrests and hung her head a little and sighed. I walked up behind her and gently started massaging her neck. That was odd, from the top down view of her in the chair it looked like she had almost no tits.

"Really honey... its alright. I love you so much I'd be willing to do anything to keep you happy. Absolutely anything," I told her.

It was the truth. I would have jumped in front of a speeding train if it had made her happy. She slowly sat up straight in the chair and tilted her head back to look at me.

"Anything?" she asked.

"Anything," I assured her.

She straightened her head and turned her chair around toward me as she cleared her throat. As she faced me for the first time since I got home I noticed that she looked, well, a lot like a guy. The ball cap, t shirt, jeans and damn it... I was sure her tits had almost vanished. Then, as I looked closer, I could swear she had a bulge in the front of her pants. She stood up and pulled me close, grabbing my ass with one hand as she pulled me in and kissed me deeply. As we explored each others mouths I couldn't help but feel her press into me with her pelvis and knew something wasn't right down there, I felt something else in the way, something between us both literally and physically.

"Ahhh... honey," I stammered as I pulled away for a second, "Is there something big in your pocket?"

"You bet there is baby, and I am happy to see you... badum ching!" she replied with a huge smile.

"Huh?" I said completely confused.

"C'mon, you know the gag. Is that something big in your pocket or are you just happy to see me! Huh?! Huh?!"

She paused, waiting for me to get the joke. I'm pretty sure all I had registering on my face at that point was utter confusion. Her expression changed from comedic to cautious reservation.

"Look, hopefully you'll understand it all later, but for right now let me just try to explain. I know things haven't been the same between us for a while now and I'm truly sorry about that, but for reasons I can't explain it just seemed like I was missing something. I mean our life is great and all and I love you deeply for all the wonderful things you've done for me over the years, but it seemed like things were just becoming boring... well, routine or something... anyway, it was just driving me nuts."

"Why didn't you tell..."

She held up a finger to shush me.

"Shhhhh.... let me finish," she insisted, "I felt like I was changing, and our usual sex life was just not enough to keep me interested."

I didn't like where this was going. It sounded like she was on the verge of admitting to cheating on me, which would have been devastating news to me.

"Honestly I was close to being unfaithful, until the accident. While I was recovering at home I was bored senseless while you were at work and I had nothing to do, so I spent a lot of time on the computer. One day while I was fucking around, a freebie porn site popped up and just for kicks I decided to look around. I had nothing better to do right? Well I found a section on shemale and transsexual porn and... I don't know... something clicked. I was immediately aroused! Seeing those big studs fucking those hot chicks with their hard cocks bouncing about really turned me on. So I started watching more, and the more I watched the hornier I became. That was the same night I jumped you in bed. I was so hot I couldn't take it anymore. I'm pretty sure you didn't mind, but being in control on top of you was really getting my goat, so to speak. So you see, that's what I was watching when you came in. Here, look."

She turned around to the computer and maximized the browser screen and pressed play. As she backed away from the desk to give me a better look the couple frozen in their passion came to life, and after looking for a few seconds I noticed that the 'female' indeed, had a good sized cock bouncing around while her beau was really thrusting his into her ass. I had never seen shemale porn up to this point or even considered that a cock on a girl might look good, but this was actually turning me on too. I guess Clarissa noticed the look on my face or the stirring in my pants, because she walked behind me and placing her hand on my hips gently began gently rubbing the bulge in her pants up against my ass. This caught me a little off guard and I turned away from the screen to face her again.

"So this is what you've been watching for the last few weeks that's been getting you all hot and bothered?" I said a little surprised, she nodded at me and smiled, slightly embarrassed, "So do you want to be the shemale? Or have the shemale do you, or... what?"

I was grasping at what part of all this, really turned her on.

"Neither, its the guy that really turns me on," she said with a hint of lust in her voice.

"So you want the guy to do you as if you're a shemale?" I asked.

"No I want to be the guy that does the shemale." she insisted.

"Okay... so the idea of doing.... shemales... as if you were a guy gets you horny?" I said slowly trying to make the image clear in my head.

"Well that's part of it I guess," she replied.

"Okay so what's the other part?" I asked her.

"You just don't get it, do you George?" she said as she smiled, put her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes, "I want you to be my shemale. You're the one I want to fuck. The idea of you dressed like a girl while I pound you silly with my cock makes me just... So... HOT!"

She punctuated the last word by pulling me in again for another make out session. To say I was in shock would have been an understatement. My mind was awash in questions of my own sexuality as well as my wife's, but I was having a hard time concentrating while my wife was kissing me and grabbing my ass while thrusting her pelvis into mine. I was quite clearly turned on as the bulge in my pants was bumping up against hers as she continued to grind on me. I was finally able to tear myself away after several minutes of heavy petting.

"Wait, wait... hold on a minute. I'm not sure... I mean I don't know if, well... if I'm up for this," I said hesitantly, "I mean are you saying you want me to get a sex change or something?"

"No, no! Not at all... that is, unless you want one, but no, that's not something I would ask or expect you to do. All I'm asking is for you to try a few new things with me, for me, on me, and try to keep an open mind about it. I promise I won't push you any further than what you're comfortable with. You do still love me don't you dear? You told me you would do absolutely anything to make me happy. I think this is where I need to start."

She was right. I had said exactly those words and I had meant them. I just didn't think it would have led me to taking it up the ass, literally. But I was deeply in love with this woman, not to mention still fully aroused, so if this is what it took to keep her happy I'll be damned if I was going to say no.

"Okay honey. I said I would to anything for you and I will, just please keep this between the two of us alright?" I said.

Her face instantly brightened as she threw her arms around me and screeched in my ear.

"Oh... thank you, thank you, thank you. You can't believe what this means to me honey! I really do hope you're going to love it as much as I do! Come on, let's go celebrate!"

She took me by the hand and led me out into the living room/ kitchen area where she noticed the gifts I'd brought home.

"Are these for me? Oh darling! You're such a sweetie! Here, open the champagne while I open this."

I popped the cork and poured us a couple glasses while she unwrapped the package and took out the pink lace and silk teddy with matching panties I'd purchased for her. As she held them up I saw a mischievous look of delight fill her face.

I had always made it a point when buying clothes as a gift to intentionally get them a size or two small. That way I could say 'Oh I thought you were smaller than that.' No girl wants their man to think they're fat. Also that way they would have the fun of returning it to the shop for something they really wanted. Clarissa held up the teddy to her body.

"They look like they're a little small for me, but... they might just fit you," she said.

She took the teddy off the hanger and draped it over the front of my shirt as she took a glass of champagne and held it up.

"To new beginnings," she toasted.

We clinked our glasses and looked in each others eyes as we took a drink. Feeling rather nervous and needing something to steady myself I gulped down my entire glass in two swallows. Clarissa smiled and topped up my glass again.

"Easy there tiger. We've got the whole evening ahead of us," she said as she winked at me. I drained that glass too. Clarissa held up the panties to me as well, "These are cute! You have to admit the irony here is completely delicious. You buy the panties for me, but wind up wearing them in the end!"

I was still in a bit of shock, but she totally loved this.

"More champagne dear?" she asked and I nodded.

She filled my glass and grabbed hers. Seeing that I was going to down my third, she drank all of hers as well.

"Why don't you grab the bottle and we'll take the party upstairs to the bedroom, huh?"

Starting to feel a little buzzed by now I picked up the champagne and followed her as she walked up the stairs to our bedroom. I was still in a daze I guess because all I could do was stand at the end of the bed with the bottle in one had and my empty glass in the other.

"Go ahead and pour yourself another glass sweetie," she said as she sauntered up to me.

She held out her glass as I filled both hers and mine. After another glassful she set everything down on the end table and pulled me in close.

"Feeling a little bit better now?" she purred, "I know I am, and I think its time we get things started. Don't worry about a thing honey. I promise I'll be gentle."

With that, she nuzzled up to my ear and began placing gentle kisses up and down my neck. I rolled my head back and being a little buzzed I started to lose my balance, but Clarissa caught me and pulled me in closer placing one hand on my ass and giving it a solid squeeze. I let out a soft moan as she let her other hand slowly snake her way up my chest and begin stroking my chest through my shirt paying close attention to my nipples stopping to pinch them lightly. I don't know if it was the alcohol or what, but this was really turning me on. Her kissing and became more insistent along with her grip on my ass pulling me in and grinding me on the bulge in her pants.




All the Way



"Oh... Oh, you're getting me so hot baby. Do you like the feel of the new me? I bought it with you specifically in mind. I think he really wants to meet you. Here, sit down on the edge of the bed and I'll help you two get better acquainted," she said as she gently pushed me down on the bed.

I was now at eye level with her crotch and could see the huge bulge in her jeans extending from the zipper all the way down into the pant leg. Holy shit that thing looked enormous! She took my hand and placed it on her crotch and I instinctively began tracing the outline with my fingers. Clarissa smiled at me, but I never took my eyes off the protrusion in her jeans.

"Yea I think you two are going to be fast friends" she said slightly breathlessly, "Why don't you help him out of his confines darling?"

I used both hands to undo her belt buckle, unfasten her jeans and pull them down along with the boxers she was wearing. With all that around her ankles now her enormous dildo bounced up and almost smacked me in the face. My eyes went wide as it wagged back and forth in front of me suggestively. Good lord this thing was as big as a baby's arm, and a big baby at that! Possibly a toddler, as it was at least 10 inches long with a big bell end that was surprisingly life like with veins and such. Despite my surprise I think I actually licked my lips. Clarissa must have seen that because she gently cupped the back of my head and ever so slightly pulled me towards it.

"See, it likes you. Why don't you give it a little kiss there, right on the end," she said.

She used her other hand to grab the base and angle it towards my mouth. Tentatively I leaned forward and gave it a small peck on the end. Clarissa let out a soft sigh as she was clearly enjoying this. I knew she couldn't feel anything, but she sure played the part well.

"That's it baby," she cooed, "Don't stop there. Give it a little lick. You can do that... can't you honey? You look so sexy down there. Go on, give it a little taste for daddy."

She gave my head a little nudge toward it again. I stuck my tongue out and she placed the head on it and wiggled it around a little then pushed it up toward my lips and tried to gain entrance. Being so buzzed I'm not sure what I was thinking but Clarissa really seemed to be enjoying this and I was actually getting a little stiff myself. I parted my lips and Clarissa slowly slid the dong into my mouth while uttering a soft groan. I reached out and grabbed the base with both hands as she let go of it and placed both hands on my head. She pulled it out slightly then pushed it back in a little further.

"Oh... honey that feels wonderful. Yeah... hmmm... that feels great." she said.

Now she started pumping in and out of my mouth with a little more speed. Pretty soon she was giving it a little extra force as well, and suddenly the mushroom tip hit the back of my throat and I instantly started gagging. She pulled it out of my mouth with a pop while I started coughing.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry honey! Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yep," I managed to eke out, "Give me a minute."

"Here let me get you something to drink," she said. She slipped out of the jeans and walked over to the end table and poured me another glass of champagne and walked back with her dildo swinging from her harness they whole way in a kind of lewd dance, "Here you go sweetie."

I took the glass and sipped this time, not wanting to cough while drinking. After my coughing relaxed I finished off the champagne and looked up at Clarissa. I'll admit it was a pretty odd sight to see my wife looking so butch with a huge cock bouncing in front of her, but seeing her with a dick was actually turning me on. My own cock was now straining in my pants.

"What do you think honey? Willing to give it another try?" she asked. I said nothing but reached out grabbed her turgid dong and pulled it into my waiting mouth, "Oh baby! You're really liking this aren't you! I'm so glad!"

As her hands found my head again she started thrusting that veiny monster in and out of my mouth. With both my hands on that beast I was able to control the depths it was plumbing much more and managed not to choke too bad the next time it hit the back of my throat. She was looking down at me while stuffing my face with her toy and when I would look back up at her she would smile so big and give her hips a little extra shove. I could feel my cheeks puffing as she humped her fake cock in and out of my eager mouth. She was enjoying this so much, and I wanted to make her happy. It didn't hurt that this was actually turning me on in a weird way. I slurped my way up and down that huge dong trying to get more and more of it into my mouth with every stroke. I tried to remember every blow job I'd ever received and all the things I'd liked about them the most and replicate them. I popped it out of my mouth and ran my tongue all over it a few times before gobbling it back up again. I really tried relaxing my throat and gag reflex to fit more that horse cock in my mouth and down my throat. All the while my wife sighed and cooed with pleasure and excitement, then after a few minutes she suddenly pulled her dong out.

"Let's try something new shall we. Maybe I can help you get more of this down. Here, lay on your back with your head over the edge of the bed," she commanded.

I did as I was told. She squatted down and levered that massive dong at my mouth. I opened up and she slid that massive dildo into my mouth and down to the entrance of my throat and stopped right there for a minute. After I had gotten used to the feeling she began to thrust in and out ever so slightly, maybe a quarter inch at a time. Once she felt like I could handle that she'd give me another quarter inch or so. After about 5 minutes she was steadily pumping 2 inched of dong past the entrance to my throat and I didn't seem to be having much trouble with it.

"You doing OK baby?" she asked as she looked down at me with wanton lust in her eyes. All I could do was nod at her slightly, "You're doing great baby, but let's try for a little more OK?"

She stopped the small thrusts... and slowly began sinking that massive cock down into my mouth, past my throat and onward toward my stomach. I managed to fight off the gag reflex after all the practice and before I knew it, her fake testicles were resting on the bridge of my nose. I heard her squeal lightly with delight, and although I couldn't see her face I was sure she had a great big grin on her lips.

"Oh, sweetie... you look lovely with my cock stuffed down your throat!" she moaned, "Now lets see if your tonsils can take a beating!"

She proceeded to pump her fake cock in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed until after a few minutes she was really pounding my throat with that dong. At some point she reached down and pinned my arms to the bed, which for whatever reason turned me on even more. By now my cock was straining in my pants but I was helpless as she pistoned her cock into my face with reckless abandon. We were both breathing hard and after a bit I heard her saying.

"You ready for my load baby? I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face. Would you like that baby? Do you want daddy's hot load all over your sweet little face?" I grunted in approval, being unable to do anything else. She pulled all 10 inches out of my face hole and pointed the tip of that spit covered monster straight at my nose and exclaimed, "Here I come baby! Oh yeah! Daddy's gonna give you a facial!"

Then she reached down and grabbed the right testicle of the dong and gave it a quick squeeze and a stream of white liquid streamed out of the tip of the dong and hit me square on the nose and over onto my top lip. I flinched and closed my eyes because I wasn't really expecting anything to come out. Then another spurt of liquid hit my chin and lower lip.

"Oh... Fuck yea! Uh... baby... take that jizz!" my wife moaned.

Splat after splat continued to rain down on my face. By now it was dripping all over my face and because I was essentially upside down it started to run down my chin and lips and into my nose. I instinctively ran my tongue out to lick up what was soon to be up my nose before I even thought about what I was doing. To my surprise it actually tasted creamy and sweet. Like frosting or syrup, which in a way I guess it was both literally and metaphorically.

"You like the taste of my cum baby?" Clarissa moaned.

"Um... yeah actually. What is it? It tastes really sweet," I replied.

"It's my own recipe I came up with. It's got yogurt, corn syrup and powdered sugar with a little bit of water. I'm glad you like it 'cuz I think you'll be eating a lot of it in the future," she said still breathing hard after pumping me like a champ.

I wasn't sure what to say or do next. There I was lying on my bed with a load of fake cum all over my face and the biggest hard on I'd ever had in my life straining in my pants to get free, my wife standing over me with a huge strap on dildo and the biggest half exhausted smile I'd ever seen on her face.

"Um so what do you want to do next?" I asked.

"Well that depends of you baby. It looks to me like you're really enjoying this," she said as she motioned to the bulge in my pants, "I've got a million things I want to do to you but I've got to know how far do you want this to go?"

I lay there for a minute thinking about how to respond, but in the end I knew what I wanted. She had opened up a new part of me that I didn't even know existed and I wanted more. I wanted to see where she could take me. I loved this woman with all my heart and if being her bitch was what got her off, then dammit I was going to be the best damn bitch she ever had.

"All the way baby. I want this to go all the way," I told her.



All The Way Alleyway



His eyes were a dark brown; like a rich chocolate color. It makes you smile because damn, chocolate is your favorite. His smile is bright like an actor's and his teeth are a little bit crooked but it looks so cute. Oh, and damn, he's hunched over a beer and he smirked at something his friend said and shit. His smirk is hot.

His shoulders are broad and his dark t-shirt clings to tight muscles under his arms. He's got a blue and crystal watch on one wrist and a thin golden chain on the other with a jeweled ring on his index finger. But no 'ring'. He was free.

You gulp, looking down at your hardly alcoholic drink and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You sip your drink slowly and look over at him again. He sits two seats away from you at the bar. Just as you're about to look away he looks up and his eyes catch yours. You feel heat run across your cheeks and bite your bottom lip to stop from squeaking. 

He sets his drink on the bar and walks over to you, patting his friend on the shoulder. His hair had looked black but up close it was brown and he had it spiked up in the front. He smirked at you as he sat down next to you. 

"Hi there." He greats and if his voice wasn't the sexiest sound ever made you then hadn't heard anything that could top it. He taps the bar and another drink is sent his way seconds later. "I'm Banner; what's your name then, little girl?" He asks, his smirk brightening.

You gulp, nodding. "Hi Banner. I'm...uh." Your throat clogs. You can't talk, can't think. His eyes are captivity in its quintessential form. 

"You don't wanna say? That's okay. You wouldn't be the first girl I've fucked without knowing their name." And his smirk just gets better! Like he knows that you're going to fuck him...

Like he can predict twenty minutes into the future when he's bringing you out of the bar through a side door in an alleyway that's littered with trash and graffiti. His left hand is up your shirt and resting at your hips and his right hand grips your ass and he pushes you against a wall, opposite the dumpster that faces the door. His mouth is suckling on your throat and those slightly crooked teeth bite into your neck right above your shoulder now. 

You moan, letting it escape from your throat as heat blasts it's way through your body like a warm breeze through a screen door. His hand moved from your ass and slips under your shirt to follow the other hand. They blaze their way up your stomach and sides and when they reach your arm pits they take the shirt off your body and let it fall to the filthy pavement below. The bra you're wearing is a dark blue and strapless though covers your breasts well enough.

He lets go of your throat and smiles at you then bends quickly to kiss your mouth. His lips are like fire and they make yours tingle with heat; and the rest of your body mine as well be dry kindle. His right hand removes your bra; to be followed by his left hand which takes your corresponding breast in his palm and and squeeze, tightly, closing his fist over your tit. You shake slightly at the pain but pleasure shoots up your spine and you shiver again. His other hand slides down to your ass and teases the slightly exposed crack over your jeans.

The fingers he has on your breast loosens only to squeeze your nipple between two fingers and you moan again. Then he moves his hand and let's it crawls over your stomach to work at the button of your jeans with his other hand. In seconds he has your jeans off and on top of your shirt. You're now in nothing but a thong. Your ass and back scrapes against the wall as he pushes you against it. His teeth bite at your neck again, a different spot this time, slightly under your chin.

You grate your hips against his hard cock which his tight black jeans hardly seem to hold. You moan again as you do that a second time because he pushes back and the hard denim of his jeans slips into your womanhood through your thong. "Fuckfuckfuck." You hiss, gasping. He grins. 

"You're already really wet down there; what are you, a pervert?" Banner chuckles darkly. He moves his hand and pushes two fingers into your wet cunt. He slowly swirls them inside you and you squirm, biting roughly down on your lip. "Hahaha, you want my cock inside your cunt then, eh?" You hear him ask and you nod quickly. God you wanted him inside you. "Say it." 

"I want your penis inside my vagina." You whisper and almost can't talk as his fingers play inside both your most intimate of holes. You shudder against the wall and feel the rough brick draw large rough marks across your skin.

"Okay, slut." He chuckles and flashes that smirk. He places one hand on your stomach to steady you and with his knee pushes your legs out wide to stretch out the lips of your vagina. 

He tugs at his jeans and pulls out his large, very erect and hard, cock. And he doesn't waste time with anything 'nice' or 'romantic'. Why should he; he was already fucking you in a filthy alleyway outside of a bar. Who needs 'nice'? 

His cock is thicker then any you've had and he fills your vagina with it almost instantly. You scream and shake as he pushes inside you. The pain and pleasure are a sticky sweet poison that seeps into every pore and makes you numb to anything else but itself. "You're going to fucking break me!" 

"So?" He hisses into your ear as he shoves most of his cock (all that he can fit anyway) in your cunt. "After this I'm going to leave without even knowing your name. What do I care?" He chuckles darkly but it makes you shiver even more. Why was that so hot?

His large cock hits your clit and you scream again, your body clenching around his cock. It takes him a minute to pull himself out of your cock before he can slam himself back against you. "I'm already so close!" 

"I know you are, slut." He chuckles and grips your hips as he slams your insides. Your back and ass hit the wall and you shake as you feel small cuts open up. You're lost in pain and pleasure for the next minute or so because you've NEVER felt anything like this. It's so hot, and intense. Primal. You know he'll leave you after this and normally you couldn't imagine yourself in this situation but it's so hot. You're on fire and he's not stopping the way he pounds your insides. He isn't stopping even after you feel yourself clench and tighten before cumming. Your stomach is hot and so are your legs as you drape them in your own cum.

And then you feel him pull out of your soaked hole. "I'm not having a kid." He says before he points his cock upwards and sprays his cum. It's hot, thick, and heavy. It sprays upwards; it lands on your hair(!), your face, throat, breasts, and stomach. It seems to cover your body and you're shaking. You can hear his heavy breathing but also the rummaging of clothing as he pushes his cock back into his jeans, zips up, and walks away.

He leaves you there, in the dark alley, coated in cum and basically naked. He doesn't turn around, doesn't help you up. He just goes back into the bar to drink the night away and maybe fuck another girl.