straight guy meets gay-2

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Steven lay back on the bed and raised his legs onto Geof’s broad shoulders. Geof has the ability to fuck for a very a long time before he shoots his load, which for Steven was very enjoyable. Steven had Geof withdraw from his ass long enough to flip over and get onto all fours the way Geof had said he enjoyed fucking his fuck buddies. Geof slid into Steven’s ass easily and started to ride him again. Geof reached around Steven and started to jack him off with each thrust of his hips and push of his hard cock into Steven’s hot ass.

Geof found himself ready to shoot his load of cum into Steven when Steven suggested another position so he could watch Geof’s face as he came. Geof agreed readily since he really wanted to continue fucking this guy’s ass for quite awhile longer. Geof started to fuck Steven again then leaned forward and kissed Steven deeply. He then rose up off of Steven and started to fuck him hard and fast. Geof could not hold off any longer. He had to cum and he had worked up to such a load that he knew it would overflow Steven’s ass. Geof started to shake and moan as his juices started to leave his cock and shoot into Steven. He pushed hard so his cock would be as deep into Steven’s ass as possible. He shot a load to be proud of and it took him several minutes to release all of the cum that he had stored up. He finally collapsed onto Steven and they kissed some more as Steven held him till his breathing got back to normal.

Geof thought that he was done for a while till Steven moved out from under him and started to lube himself up. When his cock was all lubed he squirted some onto his fingers and had Geof stand up and bend over so he could part his ass cheeks and apply some lube. Steven told Geof that the fun was only half over. Geof smiled a devilish grin as Steven’s finger slipped into his hot asshole starting to loosen him up. Geof backed up onto the lubed finger and told Steven how good it felt. Steven slid another finger in and started to move both of them around in his ass. Finally Geof managed to slip three fingers in and stated to twist them just a little. Just enough to make Steven squirm and moan. Steven then told Geof that he wanted Geof to ride his cock. Geof had done this before with one other guys but this whole sex session was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Steven lay back on the bed with his lubed cock in his hand as Geof mounted him. Steven enjoyed watching Geof as he slid his ass onto Steven’s pole. Geof had not had many sexual encounters with other guys but he acted like a pro at this. He started riding Steven and moaning softly and saying how good it felt, Steven reached up and started playing with Geof’s nipples. One of which had a nipple ring in it, this really got Geof going. Steven moved one of his hands down to Geof’s hardening cock and started to jack him off with every move the Geof made down his cock. Geof looked like he was in heaven with a hard cock up his ass, his cock being jacked off by his fucker along with is nipple ring being tugged on. He rode Steven till he was told that his load was ready to fill his ass. Geof pushed down one more time onto the hard cock, which he had up his ass. As he did this he let go of his second load of cum onto Steven’s stomach.

Geof fell onto the bed next to Steven. Steven kissed his nose and just ran his hand lightly over his body. After lying like this for ten or fifteen minutes Steven suggested a shower. They moved into the bathroom and started the shower running. They both got into the small shower and started to wash the sweat and cum from each others bodies. Both guys were hard again in the shower. What with all the playing they did with each others crotches. Steven got down onto his knees and started to suck Geof’s cock that was sticking straight out and was ready for some more attention. Steven sucked as Geof grabbed his head and started to fuck his mouth. Steven reached between Geof’s thighs and slid a soapy finger into his ass. His other had started to tug on Geof’s balls. Geof moaned loudly and encouraged Steven on. After a long shower session it was decided that Steven had shot his load of cum twice and that it was going to take awhile to build up some more. They dried each other off and went back onto the bed. Steven ran his fingers up and down Geof’s cock and kissed him over and over. Geof reached down and started to jack Steven off. They moved closer to each other so Steven could jack them both off with is hand at the same time. While making out with Geof. After a short while Steven felt pre cum flowing over his hand from Geof’s cock. The kissing began to get hotter and deeper along with the moaning getting moan intense as they both came one more time.

They looked each other into the eyes and knew that this was just the start of a long relationship that was meant to happen somehow and someway. There have been many other trips to Geof’s city by Steven and sexual acts performed that are only imagined by many guys. It seems that each time they are together the sex gets hotter and the relationship/friendship grows.

seducing the coach p1

I’ve known that I preferred the company of males since I was eleven. Growing up, several buddys and I  get together out in the woods and jerk off together. I would always get them to let me jerk them off. I loved watching them shoot their loads.

In the eighth grade, my closest buddy and I took it to the next level and I was hooked. I knew that I was gay and wanted to do what we had done as often as possible. I am now twenty and a sophomore at the local college and living at home. Here is my story.

Well, my freshman year in high school was about to start. I was excited about being in high school. Just before the school year started, A guy moved into our neighborhood two doors down from our house. He was tall, about six foot four or so, well built for his height, blond, and good looking.

I was out in the driveway shooting hoops when he pulled up in a U-Haul truck, towing his Mustang convertible. Arriving a few minutes later were two other well built guys who helped him unload the truck and carry everything in. I noticed that he glanced over at me several times while he was moving in. Once he was done and the others had left, he walked over to me. When I looked into his face, I nearly melted. He had the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen.

“You’re pretty darn good,” he said. “What grade are you in?”

“Thanks. I’ll be starting high school this year.”

“Really? Are you going out for basketball?”

“I’ve thought about it, but havent decided yet.”

About that time my dad got home and walked over to us. “Is something wrong?” Dad asked.

“Oh, no,” the man said. “I’m Todd Riggs. I’m the new basketball coach at the high school and will also be teaching American History. I just bought the house two doors down and while I was moving in, I noticed how good the boy was at shooting hoops. I’d like him to try out for the team. I think he’d be a major player.”

I made up my mind right then to try out.

“I’m Matt Taylor, Greg’s father. It’s up to him if he wants to play. I don’t push him toward sports. Now, his grades and studies are a different matter.”

“I agree,”said the coach. “If their grades suffer, I don’t let them play. That’s my rule.”

We all talked for a few minutes when Coach said he needed to get the truck turned in. I was glad he was leaving because I coukd feel my crotch beginning to stir.

I did try out and make the team and played all four years of high school. During the summers, Coach hired me to keep up his yard. I did anything I could to be around him. He was only twenty-four when I met him and single. I realized that I never saw him with a female companion, but that different guys would visit on the weekends. I began to wonder.

Coach and I became close during those four years and during my senior year my playing suffered some. After practice one day, he called me into his office.

“Greg, what’s going on? Is something bothering you? You’re just not yourself out there on the court.”

He had told the entire team that if any of us had problems and needed someone to talk to that he was available and everything would be kept confidential. I knew that I could trust him.

“Well, uh, yea. There is.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“It’s kind of embarrasing and personal.”

“Greg, if you want to get it off your chest, I’m here. You know that it will be just between me and you.”

“Yea, I know that coach, but I’m afraid that if I tell you you might think less of me or want me off the team.”

“No way, Greg. Neither of those thing will happen, I promise.”

I took a deep breath and spit it out.

“Coach, I’m gay.”

finding love part 2

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We walked into my kitchen and sat down at the bar/island. I don’t know what the fuck it is except I eat breakfast there and it has a counter top. Whatever. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, being a polite host.
“I’ll have a diet Coke, thanks.”
I pulled out a diet coke and a water for me, never did like pop that much, I don’t like cavities. I sat down next to him and we talked a little, about his life and mine, our interests, which were very similar except for surfing. I opened my water just before he began to speak again.
“How long have you known you’re gay?” He asked as I simultaneously sprayed cold fucking water out my nose.
“Wa…” I had to cough, “What?”
“When you’re gay, you have a sixth sense, knowing who’s gay or not. I am good at it. As I said, I am very practical in love. I never liked those…straight boys.” I still couldn’t get over it. How did he know? I thought I covered it so well. “Well…aren’t you going to say something?”
He was staring at me, not judgmental, but like a child wanting a gift. “I…I…” I couldn’t say a thing. A single tear fell from my eye. I knew I couldn’t love a girl, physically or mentally, but I have been raised to believe being gay meant you were an abomination. I just hung my head low and sulked. That’s when he came over and gave me a hug. There was nothing sexual about it, he was just comforting me.
“It’s ok, dude. You can’t help who you are. I didn’t know you haven’t come to terms with it. I am sorry.” He said as I gazed into his deep blue eyes, like I was drowning. I couldn’t say anything, but never wanted to leave his embrace. I just hugged him tighter for a response. “What’s the matter, buddy? Why are you so scared?” He questioned without being too pushy.
“God is the fucking problem Jake. How can I live when I am an abomination in not only God’s eyes but everyone else’s?” Another tear rolled down my cheek from my now bloodshot eyes.
“If he really didn’t want gay people, why did he create us? It wasn’t a single mistake; there are a lot of us. Don’t worry about what others think, all that matters is the opinion of the one you love.” He really did have a way of making me feel better.
I stopped crying and once again gazed into his eyes. I guess blue is my new favorite color. Before long he slowly, as if not to alarm me, started moving his face closer to mine. When our lips met I forgot all else. I forgot about all my teachings, about how wrong this was, the judgment of society, all that mattered was Jake. How could something so wrong feel so right? If it were up to me I would have never left his embrace, but he decided to pull away first.
“Why don’t we go to your room, just to talk? Plus, what if someone were to walk in?”
I hated this. I finally come to terms with myself, and guess what? It needed to stay hidden from all those homophobic fuckers in the world.
“Yeah…that would be great.”
We spent the next two hours just getting to know each other. The more we talked, the stronger I felt for him. I felt more for him than any other person or life itself. Was this love? We were lying on my bed and came upon a not so awkward silence. It was like all that could ever be said about either of our lives was said, and I loved him more for it. I just rolled to face him, gazed into his eyes, and then went in to kiss him. When I kissed him, I felt whole. I could never go back to the way I was before; I needed him in my life. I broke the kiss to speak. “Um…do you think that…ah…we could, like…be…boyfriends?” There, I said it. I made myself vulnerable and the risk was worth the reward. I stood up and took a step away, thinking I was being turned down, but I was followed.
“I would like nothing more.”
Another tear fell in response, but out of joy. I had found someone that truly accepted me, and made me accept myself. We started to kiss again, and our hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. Before I knew what was going on my shirt was off, so I took off his. His hand ran down my chest and came to my belt buckle. I just HAD to wear that little piece of useless leather today, there was that cruelness again. But Jake didn’t mind, he must have been more experienced as that belt was off without him ever ‘breaking stride’. Then my button was undone and he broke the kiss to gaze into my eyes. “I love you.” He said sincerely as I was engulfed in his stare.
“I love you too.” I responded without even thinking. With that I was left only in my boxers. I then placed both my hands on his waist, never breaking our gaze. Luckily he didn’t have belt to slow me down, and he too was in only his boxer-briefs, which didn’t leave much for the imagination, which is why I love them. I hesitated when I grabbed the waistband of his underwear. There was no going back after this. I was just so confused, and Jake could sense this.
“We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want…”
I loved his compassion, I loved him, this was just too right to stop. I pulled off his boxers exposing his seven inch hard dick, making me feel self conscious as I was only just under six. But hey that’s average, right? I just gently brushed my hand on it, admiring this god of men that was standing naked before me. I then took my underwear off and we both just stood there, admiring one another. He pulled me in and kissed me passionately. I felt his dick rubbing against my stomach, which made me that much harder. Then he broke the kiss.
“I know you’ve never done anything with a guy before, so let me start…”
I loved how considerate he was. The warmth of his mouth engulfed my penis. I moaned in ecstasy, never knowing sex could feel this good. I had my ideas from jacking off, but this was a hell of a lot better. He kept going until I was on the edge, and I pulled him away.
“If I cum, I won’t want to do you…but don’t tell me if you’re going to cum, just surprise me.” This was true. Just like I have always wanted to taste cum, but whenever I came, I lost the urge. I didn’t want that this time. So, I got on my knees. I just knelt there, staring at that perfect cock. Oh my god  I wanted this so bad. I just took it in my hand and slowly started to jack it. I mean, I haven’t seen that many gay porno’s since I always felt so guilty about it. I decided to start with what would feel good to me and what Jake had already done. I started by just licking the head, then the shaft. I was surprised by how soft it was. I soon had as much as I could handle in my throat. Give me some credit, I couldn’t take all seven inches, this was my first fucking blowjob. Just thinking about the cock in my mouth made me harder. Soon, I could feel his body tense and his balls contract a bit then he shot his load in my mouth, and I willingly swallowed it all. It wasn’t that bad. I thought it would be completely disgusting, but nothing that comes from Jake could be disgusting. Even if it was, I loved him too much to care. I kept on slowly sucking until he pulled me away.
“Fuck,” he said, “You’re good, now lets finish you off.” With that he was on his knees again. It didn’t take me long to cum because of all I just went through. Just the thought of Jake put me over the edge. He too had no problem swallowing my load before coming up to kiss me. I could taste the cum in his mouth, and I was sure he could taste his in my mouth too. God, I love him so much. I stopped kissing him and we just stood there, hugging naked in my room.
“I love you so much.” He whispered in my ear, and again a tear came to my eye.
I know for sure this wasn’t wrong, love couldn’t be wrong. If god, my family, or society as a whole couldn’t deal with it then to hell with them. All I needed to survive was Jake.

Touching the right place

Warning: This post is about me and my feelings and there’s no fantasy in it, you can leave now and come back later!

I stretch out my arms and legs in the hot tub, before restoring my huddling position, pulling my knees to touch my stomach and wrap my arms around them, making a proper place to rest my head.
The headache that’s been bugging me all day is so intense, crashing my head against the tiles looks like a very best option.
I stay there in the same position, doing nothing as long as I can but the water starts getting cold and I have to move my lazy ass before the entire water freeze.
I hold the shower head for a good five minutes letting the goosebumps vanish by the hot water. Fuck the global warming, green peace, saving energy and all the other crap I care about most of my life, I just want to enjoy the warmth of the water, the warmth I need so much and could be given to be by someone I care about lots.
With the goosebumps gone I can see the little hair on my hands and legs. When was the last time I shaved ‘em, last week, probably 10 days ago. I grab the soap and razor and start moving it in random directions, up, down, left, right, ouch, right to left, up and down. I hate shaving my left hand cos my right hand is so clumsy, I never learned to use my right hand like most of people.
After a while and doing the same process on armpits, legs, balls and some other private parts, I decide to get rid of the soap, reminding myself to use shaving cream on certain parts next time.
Turning the tap off, I grab a towel , I squeeze my hair between the clothe a few times before drying my body. The chilly 20 degrees now look like a real cold weather as I step inside the bedroom, “holy shit”, I’ve forgotten to turn the heater on. I put on as many clothes as I can. The cold drops of water run down my spine, “shit”, I have to cut this hair short cos I can never dry it.
I dive under the blankets shivering with cold, my wet hair dumping most of its wetness on the pillow. I spend a good while sitting on the bed and trying to get warm, I know I have to get outta bed and turn the heater on, it’s just a few steps but I cant.
The headache is back twice worse or it was there and I didn’t notice it cos I was busy trying to make myself warm. I pull up the hood and cover my head, move to my favorite sitting position and close my eyes.
I’m somewhere between reality and hell, I hear voices that don’t belong to the current time, the scenes are not as clear as they used to be and I know subconsciously I’m trying to recall things that I know had hurt me enough.
I tighten my arms around my knees and try to swallow the big lump as little drops of water try to escape my eyes. I wink furiously a few times trying to push the tears back to their hiding place but somehow they escape and I can feel their cold trace as they run down my cheeks and fall on to the blanket.
I’m not sure whether it’s the memory that is hurting so much or it’s the feelings, the unanswered questions or hell of things I’m not sure of.
I can feel the stupid thoughts forming in my head, I try to fight them back tell them to go away cos I have found happiness at last, I have managed to inject some peace and wisdom to my empty skull but the thoughts keep rushing back, “The world would be such a better place without me.” …. “I keep hurting the people I love most.” …. “Why don’t I just stop breathing?”… “I should have died a long time ago.”…..
Sometime somewhere I fall sleep, enjoying the nightmares I concealed most of the year knowing the pills were working pretty fine and I could be anything but suicidal I let myself enjoy the nightmares spiced up with that intense headache.
Somewhere deep in my mind I heard the phone ringing, it should have been part of the nightmares and I by no means that call would go right to the answering machine. Yep, that’s it. No message left and no more ringing.
I was half awake half asleep, half numb, half lost and fuck it the phone was ringing again.1,2,3,…6….. silence.good!
1,2,3,4,…… fuck you, You’re gonna wake all the ghosts up.
Running down the stairs I managed to stumble my feet against as many random things as I could, making a big mental note to bring the phone upstairs next time.
“Hey” I shout as I pick the phone and go silent for a few seconds to catch my breath. Fuck green peace , why no heater was on. I prayed I had turned the heater in baby girl’s room on or I would be rewarded the title of the most reckless stupid daddy in the world.
“Is it you Nate?” I hear the female voice asking me.
I swallow the bad words and mumble some affirmative sounds.
She asked about how I was spending the night, I opened my mouth to say those bad words I swallowed earlier just to tell her it was none of her business to call a random guy on a night when he’s grieving over his dead parents. How dare she cared about me……….
“Oh my……” I bite my lip really hard as I remember the voice, that familiar voice I’ve heard for nearly 8 years, that’s it, she is the EX!
I have no idea why she still cared about me, no matter how hard I tried to end the conversation, she found a new way to keep me talking, that undeniable skill of the opposite sex, always talking on the phone saying nonsense.
She managed to tell me she was seeing a wonderful guy and pretty moved on her past life, I had heard the news a while ago from her parents.
After I convinced her my ass was freezing and she sorta heard my teeth chattering, she hung up.
I ran up the stairs just to make sure I wasn’t as stupid as I thought, and I wasn’t.
The little girl was sleeping sweetly in her warm room, good, two points for being a good dad.
I was on my way back to the bedroom when I heard the door opening, I looked at the clock 7.30 and he was home as promised. I tiptoed downstairs trying to make sure it wasn’t a bear in the house.
There he was, standing in all those warm clothes and enjoying the cold air. Looking at him I could say outside was warmer than the inside.
As I turned to go upstairs, he turned his head and stared at me with his blue eyes, I was stuck to the floor.
“Where you going?”
I made some funny dumb face and shrugged my shoulders, “upstairs, I’m cold.”
“Come here.” He said with his husky voice, i hated this guy for flirting with my mind.
The next minute I was standing right in front of him, his arms wrapped tightly round my torso as I ground my  cheek against his.
“Idiot, why the house is cold like a mortuary?”
-”Dunno,felt like it”
“You’ve been crying ,right?” he stared at my puffy red eyes and I just closed ‘em avoiding his keen looks.
I felt his lips against mine, he may not have the nicest lips but he’s a good kisser, knowing very well how to suck and lick that you cant help not to kiss him back. I used to think that kiss in front of registry officer when he said yes was the best I got, I was wrong, he can kiss you in a way to make you feel like a puddle.
That was the warmth I needed all night, I wrapped my arms tighter trying to being him as close as possible, losing myself in the sensation and trying to forget the things bugging me.
“Mmmmmmmm” I moaned as quietly as I could as I felt his hot fingers rubbing my cold ass cheeks. His fingers felt so good on my cold skin and they felt better as he started to press against my hole.He sucked my tongue one last time and let go of my mouth as his finger replaced his tongue, I sucked hard a few times and he had to bite my earlobe to make me release his finger.
I was grinding my groin furiously against his, enjoying the hit and warmth and hardness.
I dig my teeth deep into his shoulder as his finger finds its way through my hole, just the first knuckle and it’s sorta stuck there.
“Relax” he whispers licking my ear, I bend my head to rest my forehead on his shoulder as I try to relax and let him continue his assault.
I feel his finger moving again, “yeah, that’s it, keep breathing.” he tells me as the second finger joins the first.
I grab his erection and run my fingers up and down the denim covering the hardness, his fingers start a thrusting motion that feels really good.
I bite my lower lip so hard I can taste blood as he rubs his finger against my prostate.
” you like it, don’t you?”
I answer with a low moan.
I’m pushing my hips against his fingers begging him to touch that spot again.
“yo wanna cum?”
-”yes” I say through clenched teeth.
“yes, what?”
-”please”
I felt the third finger tearing my hole, it hurt without lube but I didn’t care as he hit my prostate again and again and again.
My fingers dug into his shoulder blades and his mouth muffled my moans as my body went rigid and I saw stars. If I died then, I didnt care at all.
*******
Z has to do a little laundry, washing his jeans and briefs and my pants, lucky him I’m not much into underwear.
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For the first time in my life I felt good about being a psycho. May be I had felt this way a few times before, I never noticed having bipolar disorder can be good in some ways.
A friend said “You are blessed and cursed with a life that cycles through all the four seasons, sometimes in the same hour.”
Tonight I realized he was right. There is always a bright side to everything and it’s good to experience some pain to enjoy the happiness.
I still have tones of questions I wish I could ask. Sometimes I wonder if the dead can come into our dreams and tell us what they really think about us. Are they proud of what we’ve done or they think of us as a bunch of losers!?!
I still think if I could go back in time I would say a proper good-bye to my parents.
12 years is certainly a long time or enough time to move on and forget. I lost many of my dearest ones pretty soon but I met lots of wonderful people who truly loved me like their own brother, son, grandson. So I’m a lucky bastard to have my own family. The most wonderful daughter who can drive you crazy 24-7 and the most caring husband. We’re not perfect for sure but he pretty knows how to fix things in his own way.
It’s getting late and most of the candles reached their end.
Today is over, tomorrow the sun will rise, some may seen it for the first time and some may never see it.
I’ve done with my mourning and crying. Tomorrow is a big day for America, let’s hope a brighter sun rise.

taking you my own way p1

I like meeting you in public places and then we head off to my condo.
When we’re inside we hold on to each other then we both move closer together, our arms tightening around the other. I cannot resist the urge to gradually lower one of my hands to the lower part of your back, then I inch it still further down to where your ass curves outward. I rub the area with a circular motion, with each circle going lower, and lower, and lower, and lower, ‘til I’m rubbing the cheeks of your ass with wide circles.
Dude, I thrill at the feel of your splendid butt as I touch it through the material of your jeans, and the briefs underneath. It’s electric. The circular motion slows and becomes more of an act of caressing and gently squeezing, as we stare into each others eyes. Then, our mouths clash, not at all tentatively, but hungrily, not playing games anymore. Two tongues thrash about, fighting… entangling, probing deeply into the others’ mouth.
After reaching between us to adjust my “soldier” and brushing my fingers against your awakened monster, I grind my hips into yours, making you feel the hardness of my cock as it is standing straight up against my stomach, pressing into yours. Our motions become more like dry-fucking, as my hands are now squeezing both globes of your ass and our cocks rubbing against one another.
Our mouths part, and our breathing has become very rapid, and labored, as I reach down and yank your sweater out of your jeans, and pull upward. You raise your arms so that it is off and on the floor. Then your hands go immediately to my crotch to grasp and grope at my stiff organ. We frantically tear at each others’ clothes, ‘til we are both in our underwear. Without waiting for me to do it my g-string is… on the floor.
Instantly one of my hands grasps one of your nipples as my mouth dives to the other. Without any hesitation, I take it between my lips and begin to suck. I try to give your nipples at much attention as I can just to show you what you have to do to me later, fuck my nipples are so hard just thinking about that hot mouth of yours. My other hand is grabbing and squeezing first one ass cheek, then the other, and my mouth is alternating the sucking between one nipple and the other.
Still holding you, I move backwards and sit on the couch, making you stand in front of me with your beautiful dark nipples just a little above my eye level. My tongue begins to lick all around your nipples, then thrusting into your belly button, then back to concentrate on each individual erect nipple.
At last, I turn you around and lower my face to your ass and I rub my mouth and cheeks over your entire bottom. Reaching into the waistband, I lower your boxers. Slowly, slowly, slowly, over your impeccable mounds, with my tongue bathing every square inch of skin, as it comes into view. The tongue-bathing then concentrates in that crevice between your cheeks, as my hands pull the boxers the rest of the way down. Up and down, up and down, up and down… your beautiful ass-crack… with each up and down movement taking my tongue just a little deeper. My hands spread your cheeks affording me more access to my goal…. your rosebud!!!

getting to fuck the neighbor part 32

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Over the next couple of days, he got better and better. He still hadn’t regained consciousness, but he was breathing on his own, and was soon moved to a room, where he only had an oxygen tube in his nostrils. Page and I would periodically caress him and kiss him, and tell him we were there.
Then, on the third evening, the nurse had just cleaned him up, and Sarah and Dan had just gone to the cafeteria, leaving Page and I there with Trent. I had just leaned down to kiss him, and had started to cry. I leaned down next to his ear, as I began to cry and told him again how much I loved him and that I would never leave his side.
I heard Page gasp, and looked down to see Trent’s eyes opening and his lips moving. Let’s get him some water, she said, as we moved the straw to his mouth. He took a sip and said, “Why are you two hovering over my bed?”
“Because I’m your mother!” Page said indignantly. “Honey, I’m so glad you’re awake!”
I smiled and leaned down, inches from his mouth and said, “Because I’m your bitch.”
Trent got smirk on his face and said, “No, you’re my hero.”
Page and I both burst into tears, and she went running from the room to get the nurse. I kissed Trent over and over, telling him how much I loved him.
Soon, we were pushed away from the bed, so that doctors and nurses could tend to Trent. We stood there holding hands, as Sarah and Dan walked back into the room. Alarmed, Sarah said, “Oh my God! What’s wrong?!”
“He’s awake!” Page and I exclaimed together.
“Hey Sis. Hey Dad.” came Trent’s voice from the bed.
After examining Trent the doctors determined that he would need some physical therapy, but that he would be ok. I knew from that smile on his face that my world was righted, and that I wouldn’t lose the person to whom I had given my heart. Not now.
Trent was told he had to stay in the hospital for a few more days before he could return home, so we set up camp. I was sleeping there in the room with him, and Page, Dan, and Sarah had begun going home at night and visiting the hospital a couple times a day. It was clear Trent was going to be fine, now and was just in the hospital for observation. We did all have to speak with a psychologist to help deal with what had happened, and Trent met with his physical therapist.
One evening, we were sitting there talking. The nurse had just made her rounds, and the rest of the night would be quiet. I climbed on the side of Trent’s bed and said, “Do you have any clue how much I love you?” in a playful tone.
“Yes” he countered in a very serious tone, “You’d die for me. You proved that.”
“But, right now, I need you to do something for me,” he said as a smile broke across his face, and he moved my hand down to his hardening cock. “Suck this.”
“Gladly!” I said as I pulled the sheet back and took his cock into my mouth. It felt better than it ever had to feel his hard cock in my mouth. Feeling his hands on the back of my head as I took him deep into my throat, only reaffirmed that he was back and as good as ever. Soon, he forced my head down onto his cock, and filled my mouth with his cum. I greedily sucked down every bit.
“Now, it’s my turn.” he said with a smile.
“What?” I asked.
“Come up here and put your dick in my mouth.” he commanded.
“Trent, I don’t want to get caught. Are you sure?” he said.
Soon, I had a knee on either side of his shoulders and my cock buried in his mouth. It had been so long since I had cum that I couldn’t hold out long. I felt his big hands on my ass cheeks, pulling my cock into his throat, as I erupted in his mouth. It was an incredibly intense orgasm, and I collapsed back between his legs. As I lay there, he zipped me up and I kissed each of his long sexy legs, reminding myself how much I worshiped this guy and his body.

Chad part 9

After he told me that he wanted me to meet his kids I had choked. I never thought that that was going to happen so soon if at all. So we planned to all have dinner out in Toronto the following week. It had been a few weeks since the incident and life was back to normal. I’d meet Chad after school and Natasha would bring the kids downtown. This way it was comfortable for all of us. We had decided on the Old Spaghetti Factory. A place where children were welcome and not to mention the food was excellent. I arrived first since it was only a few blocks from campus. I waited outside for Chad to arrive. I stood there waiting for a few minutes and my phone began to ring.
“Hello Chad.” I said answering the phone
“Hey there boy wonder, are you at the restaurant?” Chad asked
“Yeah where are you?”
“I’m running behind a few last minute items to take care of here at the office. Natasha called and said she’d be there in a few minutes and I filled her on how I am running behind. So just start without me I’ll be along shortly.”
“You want me to meet your wife and kids without you???” I blurted out
“Yes. look you know the situation it’s not like your my mistriss or something.” He chuckled
“But still it’ll be awkward.”
“It’ll be fine. Look I gotta go. I will be there as soon as I can. Love you, bye.”
My breath caught in my throat. He said “I love you” It had only been a month and he said those three little words I was longing to hear. But this soon? I dismissed them and pushed the thought out of my head. Just then a a tall blonde woman walked up with two children in tow. A young boy with dark hair, holding his mother’s hand dressed in a cute polo and jeans. The other child, a young girl was in her mother’s arms. She wore a cute pink dress and had long golden locks cascading down her back. The woman approached as if she already knew who i was. She walked up put her daughter down.
“Hi there, you must be Glen. I’m Natasha.” She shook my hand. She had soft small hands quite small and frail for such a tall woman.
“Yes, I am nice to meet you.” I bent down and said “You must be Phillip. You look just like your dad.”
“Your the man that Daddy saved right?” the little girl asked
“Yes, I’m Glen and you must be Aurora. You’re even more pretty than your daddy said.”
She smiled and did a little spin.
“Well now that we are acquainted shall we head inside?” Natasha said
We all filed in the door and requested and table for five and awaited Chad’s arrival. Aurora and Phillip found the carousel inside and went off to ride it before their faterh arrived. This was perfect because it gave us a chance to talk. Natasha spoke first, her gaze fixed on her children but her words were directed to me.
“Chad really loves his kids.”
“Yes I know he has told me alot about them.”
“He told you about our situation, correct?”
“Yes he did.” I began to wonder where all this is going
“I want Chad to live his life the way he should be. I was never really keen on playing house to appease his parents. But who better to marry than your best friend right?” she turned and looked at me now.
“Very true.” I replied
“Well you see there is something I imagine Chad has not told you. The only reason why I am telling you this is because I know Chad has real feelings for you. His face lights up whenever he mentions you. And he was devastated when you were attacked those weeks back. That’s how I know he cares about you.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” The thought of his “I love you” on the phone entered my head again.
“Anyways so what I have to tell you is that, well I wanted Chad to go out and meet someone special.”
“Yeah he told me you encouraged him to get out and meet some guys.”
“Yes because I may not be here for too much longer and I want to know that Chad is happy and safe. That my children will be taken care of as well as my best friend.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m sick. Glen I have cancer and this isn’t the first time. That’s why it was so important for me to have children. I couldn’t wait to try and find Mr Right when i had my best find who is more Mr Right than any other man could ever be.” She leaned back in her seat
I was shocked and I didn’t know what to say. “Chad knows right?”
“Yes he does, but he is far more optimitic than I am. This is my second go at this and I know I can’t keep fighting it forever. I just need to know that he’ll be ok. I really think that could be with you. It’s not like your the first guy he ever slept with or dated .” She said with a laugh.
“DADDY!!!!!!!” Aurora and Phillip ran across the restaurant to greet their father who had just come inside. He lifted them both in his big strong arms and carried them both over to the table.
“Sorry i’m late.”
“It’s ok it gave Glen and I a chance to get to know each other.”
“Yeah for sure.” I said hiding the shock and surprise.
“So have you ordered?” Chad asked

We had a nice meal and shared different stories. the children opened up and couldn’t stop talking the whole meal. I was so happy. I had been so worried that they weren’t going to like me and completely shut me out. After dinner Chad helped Natasha load the kids into the van.
“Well it was great to finally meet you.” i said
“Likewise.” She gave me a hug and whispered “Please don’t mention it to Chad that I told you.”
“Sure not a problem.”
“You sure you’ll be ok getting them to bed Tash?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine go have a good night I’ll see you at home later.” she closed her door and waved as she left the parking garage. Chad and I walked hand in hand to his car.
We got inside and talked for awhile.
“So I don’t know if you noticed but I said something new on the phone with you today.”
I had anticipated this conversation and had decided on my response. I had been mulling it over all through dinner.
“I love you too. I wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for you.” I said He smiled and reached over and gave me a big hug and said
“I was so worried about you when you were in the hospital. I knew I had to be strong for you and for when your parents arrived but when i got home I let it all out. I told Tash what had happened and how it gutted me inside. I know it’s soon but Glen I really do love you.” I grabbed his hand and kissed it. Then he kissed me softly on the lips. It was so perfect. It was the most beautiful moment of my life so far. My head swirled. I slid my hand down to his crotch and could feel the bulge in his pants. Breaking our kiss I said
“I think we need to celebrate our love Chad.”
“Do you now?”
“It’s after 9:00 do you think there is anyone at your office?”
“No, it’s Friday the cleaners don’t come in until Sunday night, why?” he looked puzzled
“I want to see your office that’s all.” I said with a wink and a tug at his cock.

getting to fuck the neigbor (THE END)

This is gonna be the last part, it was an experiment cos I had never tried posting a story for this long, it was mostly imagination and partly my life but if there were parts that grossed you out, i had the same feeling too and you can blame some friends for their yucky fantasies.

I thought it’s good to have all the previous posts in one place so that’s it and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did. You can read the previous parts below and I’d be happy to know what you think so i can decide whether i should try another long story or not!

read part 1- part 2-part 3 -part 4- part 5 -part 6 -part 7- part 8-part 9-part 10-part 11-part 12- part 13- part 14- part 15 -part 16- part 17 – part 18- part 19- part 20- part 21- part 22- part 23- part 24- part 25- part 26

“That’s cool.” I replied, still not fully comprehending what was being said.
“No, Baby, I mean my family has a LOT of money. We’re extremely wealthy,” he said.
“I don’t understand. But, what about working at the restaurant and going to culinary school?” I asked.
“I love cooking and I work to gain experience. I certainly don’t have to work,” he explained. “We aren’t the type of people who throw our wealth around. We go about our business and live normal lives. No limos or jets or lavish homes. Just good basic people who have a whole lot of money,” he confirmed.
It suddenly occurred to me that the ring on my finger might be worth a lot more than I realized. I looked down at it wondering exactly how much I was wearing on my finger. It was a simple silver band, but its simplicity made it absolutely beautiful. Not being a person who was comfortable wearing or knowing much about jewelry, my concern was mounting the more I looked at it.
“Trent, I’m not someone who usually wears expensive jewelry, so I need to know what I’m dealing with here. Is this ring terribly expensive?” I asked.
He chuckled, “No, no. In fact, at the jewelry store we debated whether you would even wear it at all. The rings are fully insured. But, they’re platinum, so I’m sure they’ll be pretty durable…like our love.”
There was no way he wasn’t getting kiss after that line…and he knew it! As he broke our kiss, leaving our lips barely touching, he said, “But if you lose it, Club Trent is reopening to the general public.”
“Smart ass!” I replied. “Club Trent is condemned. Closed for good.”
“Yeah? By whose authority?” He teased.
“By your bitch’s authority.” I said.
“By my partner’s authority.” He corrected me.
“Mmmmm, I love you, Baby.” I said as we sank back into another incredible kiss.
We headed back into the house, and I still didn’t really grasp the whole money thing, but figured it wasn’t an issue for me, anyway. I did alright for myself, so life would just continue on as it had.
As we entered the house, Trent leaned into Sarah, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, “Someone is gonna get lucky tonight, and that someone is me!” I heard him say, as he plucked a half-eaten cookie from her hand and popped it into his mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh, because it’s not as though he didn’t get lucky every other day, too.
Sarah just rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever. Hell, if you bought me a ring like that, I’d sleep with ya, too!”
Understanding what she said, my eyes darted in Trent’s direction. He started laughing, sensing where this was going and, through a mouth full of cookie, said “Baby, will you stop worrying about the ring? It’s just metal. It can be replaced. What’s important is that it’s the ring I gave you and you choose to wear it. Okay?”
I nodded, and Page came around the corner and asked what was wrong.
“He’s afraid the ring is too expensive and he might lose it.” Trent explained.
“Honey, don’t you worry about that. The ring is insured. We’ll get you another one if something happens to that one. Just don’t you worry about that,” Page said.
“Yeah, but if I lose it, he threatened to re-open Club Trent” I said, knowing full well I was throwing Trent under the bus.
Sarah burst out laughing, and Page shot Trent a nasty look and said to me, “Sweetie, Club Trent was never really a hot spot, anyway. I don’t think you have anything to worry about there.”
“Rude!” Trent shouted, as we all burst into laughter.
We sat down to dinner, and then sat around and watched some TV. Sitting in front of the fireplace made us all very sleepy, and soon Trent was leading me down the hall to his bedroom.
We got undressed, and he pulled me into the bed with him. He kissed my lips and face, and then moved down my body. I felt like I was living a fantasy, as the day’s events and the moment overwhelmed me.
Trent moved between my legs, and lowered himself on me, so our faces were next to each other. He kissed me sporadically, reminding me that now its official, and I’m all his.
“I like being all yours.” I assured him.
“Yeah? Good. Now, let’s see about getting you knocked up.” he said, as his big cock began sliding into me.
I loved feeling his body on top of mine, and he was moving in and out of me at a slow and leisurely pace. His big cock felt so good moving in and out of me, and his deep wet kisses were making me incredibly hard. He was in an unbelievably passionate and romantic mood tonight, and I was sincerely enjoying it. My legs were wrapped around his back, and I was using my heels to push down on his ass to encourage his thrusts. The whole scene was so erotic, because he was making love to me in his room and in his bed.
I was moving my hand up his bicep, when the glimmer of the ring caught my eye, and I realized this was real and that Trent and I would be making love like this for the rest of our lives. He must have read my mind, because he smiled down at me and said, “It’s real. This is all real. WE are real. I love you, Baby.”
“Trent, I want you so bad. I want you to fill me with your cum. Breed my ass, Baby.” I begged.
His thrusts increased in speed, and he replied, “Yeah? You want your husband’s load? You want my load, Baby? Tell me how much you want it. Tell me…”
“Trent, I want your load in me, so badly. Just fill me with your cum. My ass is all yours. Mark your territory, Baby. Make me yours. Come on, Baby.” I pleaded.
“Oh, yeah. That’s a good boy. You want it, don’t you. You want my big load,” he said as he leaned down to kiss me. As his tongue probed my mouth, I felt his cock let loose inside me, as he pumped wave after wave of his cum way up inside me. My own cock released a torrent onto my chest and belly, as I continued to kiss the man of my dreams. He was my perfect partner.
“Yeah, take my load.” he said, as he held my bottom lip between his front teeth.
“Thank you, Baby. Thank you.” I responded, as I took the last of his load, and spewed my own load between our stomachs.
We got cleaned up and got back into bed. He was spooning me and letting out a couple of moans, signaling his absolute contentment as we were drifting off to sleep.
The moment was shattered when he whispered into my ear, “Oh, yeah. You’re my bitch, alright.”
“Yeah, I’m the bitch that closed down Club Trent!” I bantered.
“Aw, see, why’d you have to go there?” he laughed.
We drifted off to sleep with big smiles on our faces, and we were two of the happiest guys on the face of the Earth.