面前这个男孩,大约170的个子,身材很匀称,漂亮的脸上带着腼腆的表情.他穿着一白色的T恤,一条黑色纯棉的运动裤,裤腿上有3条黄色的装饰条,裤裆里的凸起很明显,看得我真想马上捏一把.
我面对着他,把他推到墙角,伸手抓住他裤裆里那团已经微微突起的肉团,慢慢的揉搓着,也许他从来没被别的男人摸过身体,他忍不住呻吟了一声,仰着头,享受我给予他的来自下体揉捏的快感
我顺着他的裤裆手慢慢的往上移动,伸进他的T恤里抚摸他的身体,我触摸到他结实的小腹,还有胸膛,我把他的双举过头顶,用左手把他的双手按在墙上,
右手继续挑逗他的身体每一处敏感部位.他的呼吸越来越急促,脸上的红晕越来越明显,看到他微微张开的嘴唇,喉咙里发出沉沉的呻吟声,我凑上去,慢慢的吻他
的嘴唇,颈,耳朵,然后用舌头撬开他的牙关.我尽情的戏弄着他柔软的舌,然后.......................
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013
The Willow Tree
"Is it underneath the willow tree that I've been dreaming of?"
"Where is Love?"
LIONEL BART'S OLIVER!
Sometimes, on these late Autumn days, with an occasional squadron of geese flying in arrow point formation, as he craned his neck to see them, and in his heart, go with them, Oliver thought he was meant to sit here under the willow tree, barren and naked for Fall it was, and be as content as he could be. He sat with his knees drawn up against his chest, his forehead on his knees in his torn jeans, and felt the cold through his poor clothing and his inadequate too thin jacket. He was in love.
Love felt beautiful to Oliver and he wished the lake were closer by for another friend, in addition to the tree, for here after school, he contemplated forever; here he dwelt in no territory other than himself; he was not a weak small kid here; he was tall enough to touch the sun; strong enough to move the Earth; he was not a boy with shaggy hair, for price was too dear; he was a boy of melancholy and dreams and he was in love.
He was not glum; indeed, he was wide-eyed and everything seemed a miracle; breathing for one thing; the feel of his heart beating, for another; he loved looking at the stars at night; he even loved school, because he was good at his classes, and if he smiled little, that did not mean he did not smile inside himself, that he was supremely happy he was here; and Autumn come again, and it was here, as he had waited for it all year long; in decent, Oliver was in ascent; in making fortunes of the future, he was a master at it, and if who he was in love with was wrong, then he did not feel need to call a quorum to pass judgment on his whole being; on the stars inside himself; on the star stuff that made him part of the long, lonely sky.
He scratched his left ear and pulled himself tighter into a ball, for the wind blew cold; it might even snow soon and he smiled at that, really smiled, inside and out; oh give me the sky to fly in and give me eyes that know me above all else in the world; swing my life and bring me to a bright shiny apple of a golden sun and let me hear the words I love you.For Oliver was a boy of perspicacity; he was a boy who knew a sum total can be reached even if one is still very young and the ground round him very brown and very cold and very beautiful, all the cobalt night sinking down and in, all the woods over there bring him to me and let me touch; let me converse not with teachers or parents or even friends distant from me they may be; for he knew when he touched himself at night in his bed; for he knew when the pleasure wrapped round his body and said peaceful joy, that he would find him under that willow tree; that he would find him lost and dissembled; what people may have thought Oliver was, but was not.
The cold corridors of the world dressed in amber sun set today, and he now held his hands to his sides, arms straight out, and imagined the November seas he could be plowing through; the great human ship he was, and big and powerful and strong, not emaciated, not addicted to being only with himself; deep he was and the seas in him were formulation of other continents on other planets; other worlds that were spirals in the loose leaf notebook bindings that said whisper to him and tell him, lean over the forest of wooden chairs in the school room, and say, Joel, I love you and............
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Sometimes, on these late Autumn days, with an occasional squadron of geese flying in arrow point formation, as he craned his neck to see them, and in his heart, go with them, Oliver thought he was meant to sit here under the willow tree, barren and naked for Fall it was, and be as content as he could be. He sat with his knees drawn up against his chest, his forehead on his knees in his torn jeans, and felt the cold through his poor clothing and his inadequate too thin jacket. He was in love.
Love felt beautiful to Oliver and he wished the lake were closer by for another friend, in addition to the tree, for here after school, he contemplated forever; here he dwelt in no territory other than himself; he was not a weak small kid here; he was tall enough to touch the sun; strong enough to move the Earth; he was not a boy with shaggy hair, for price was too dear; he was a boy of melancholy and dreams and he was in love.
He was not glum; indeed, he was wide-eyed and everything seemed a miracle; breathing for one thing; the feel of his heart beating, for another; he loved looking at the stars at night; he even loved school, because he was good at his classes, and if he smiled little, that did not mean he did not smile inside himself, that he was supremely happy he was here; and Autumn come again, and it was here, as he had waited for it all year long; in decent, Oliver was in ascent; in making fortunes of the future, he was a master at it, and if who he was in love with was wrong, then he did not feel need to call a quorum to pass judgment on his whole being; on the stars inside himself; on the star stuff that made him part of the long, lonely sky.
He scratched his left ear and pulled himself tighter into a ball, for the wind blew cold; it might even snow soon and he smiled at that, really smiled, inside and out; oh give me the sky to fly in and give me eyes that know me above all else in the world; swing my life and bring me to a bright shiny apple of a golden sun and let me hear the words I love you.For Oliver was a boy of perspicacity; he was a boy who knew a sum total can be reached even if one is still very young and the ground round him very brown and very cold and very beautiful, all the cobalt night sinking down and in, all the woods over there bring him to me and let me touch; let me converse not with teachers or parents or even friends distant from me they may be; for he knew when he touched himself at night in his bed; for he knew when the pleasure wrapped round his body and said peaceful joy, that he would find him under that willow tree; that he would find him lost and dissembled; what people may have thought Oliver was, but was not.
The cold corridors of the world dressed in amber sun set today, and he now held his hands to his sides, arms straight out, and imagined the November seas he could be plowing through; the great human ship he was, and big and powerful and strong, not emaciated, not addicted to being only with himself; deep he was and the seas in him were formulation of other continents on other planets; other worlds that were spirals in the loose leaf notebook bindings that said whisper to him and tell him, lean over the forest of wooden chairs in the school room, and say, Joel, I love you and............
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Thursday, July 25, 2013
雙胞胎的遊戲
「欸，哲宇今天下午沒課吧！我們去網霸賽一場。」
「不了，今天下午我有工作。」
葉哲宇面對好友興致勃勃的模樣，稍嫌冷淡得拒絕。
「啊，你又要去家教啊！你不是很討厭那兩個死小鬼嗎？」
說到那兩個小鬼，葉哲宇臉瞬間垮了下來，無力的點點頭。
「我有什麼辦法，一堂課五千耶！要是你會不去？」
「那也要看啊，如果工作的對像會把我推到泛著蒸氣的熱水浴缸，我才不屑那些錢。」
葉哲宇嘆了口氣，將桌上的書收拾乾淨，上次被燙傷的部份仍隱隱作痛呢！
「再說，那兩個小鬼智商那麼高，會屑你這不出名大學畢業的家教，他們只是單純要整你的啦！」
「......也許你說的對，再被這樣整下去，我的皮早晚會被剝掉。我近幾天去辭職好了。」
「正確選擇。」
看箭好友豎起的姆指，葉哲宇又深深的嘆了口氣，一個身高一百八的大學生竟被兩個十五歲的小朋友整到落荒而逃，這件事傳出去肯定被笑死。
就在他想著如何說出辭職又不傷那兩個孩子的自尊時，口袋裡傳來鼓譟的聲音，那是他的手機。
看了看手機上頭的來電顯示，他一掃之前的憂鬱，開心的按下通話鍵。
“在做什麼？”
可琳甜美的聲音從那頭傳來，她可是葉哲宇追了好久終於到手的學妹。
「沒。剛要回家，怎麼了？」
“我想你。等會有空嗎？”
「恩.....我要去家教，可能沒辦法。對不起啦。」
“家教？真是的，那你上完Call我，我爸媽今晚要出去。”可琳對這一類話，說的一點都不害羞。
葉哲宇聽了，臉頓時紅了，有些不知所措的應了聲。
“那你是答應了。我有驚喜哦！期待吧！”
電話那頭，傳來了親吻的接觸聲後，她便掛上電話。
「今天也不全是壞事嘛！」
交往了三個禮拜，總算要從一壘下來了，說不定會直接全壘打呢！一想到之後的事，葉哲宇不免竊笑，自己終於要擺脫大學零戀愛記錄啦！
這樣想著，去家教的折磨彷彿減輕了許多。
可不曉得是天不從人願，亦是天氣預報忽然該死的準了，葉哲宇才出了家門沒多久，便起了個大雨。
原本想回去穿上雨衣，但一看錶才發現時間真的不早了，只要一想到雙胞胎會對遲到做什麼處罰，他就不自覺打個寒顫。
不顧與淋濕了一身衣，他催著摩托車的油門，再最後一分鐘趕到了目的地。
「啊，哲宇你來啦.....怎麼沒穿雨衣呢？這麼大雨！」
才到了門口，一名身材姣好的美婦就叫住成了落湯雞的葉哲宇。
「白小姐妳好，因為說好的時間要遲到了，所以顧不得雨衣就出門了。」
「噯，遲到一會不會有事的。而且不是說了嗎，叫我白太太就好，都一把年紀了被叫小姐可怪的。」
美婦掩嘴笑著，明明快四十歲了，卻不可否認仍那姣好的身材，保養甚好的皮膚看起來只不過三十出頭。
「才不會呢！妳那麼漂亮，叫小姐應該的。」葉哲宇發自內心的說。
「呵，哲宇的嘴巴這麼甜，一定很會哄女孩子！.....啊，我真是太糊塗了，怎麼讓你在雨中說話呢！」
美婦皺著眉，將葉哲宇拉到了客廳，白家是地區小有名氣的賈商，宅第雖沒有真正的豪宅華麗，卻有著另一種的獨特風華，是葉哲宇這些平民平日不可能接觸的。
只不過都來了這麼多次，該驚訝的都驚訝完了，葉哲宇只是淡淡的瞥了大廳一眼。
「全身都濕了。管家，拿個葉先生能穿的衣服來！....真是不好意思，下這麼大雨還讓你這麼特地跑來。」
「沒事沒事，笙竹和笙菊呢？」一進門沒瞧見那兩個小惡魔這點反而讓他比較訝異。
「那兩個啊，知道你今天要來，一下課就躲在房間，不曉得在弄什麼。」美婦瞧著樓梯，無奈的笑著。
.....一定是用來整我的.....葉哲宇只要一想到需要他們費時間準備的『遊戲』，他就不禁開始懷疑今天不抱病假是不是個錯誤決定。
「嗯，我公司還有事，那麼哲宇我先走了。」
看了一下錶，本來就準備出門的她朝著哲宇點了點頭。
「好的。.....那個，白小姐。」
「什麼事？」
正從一串鑰匙中挑出車鑰匙，她轉過頭看著不知如何起頭的葉哲宇。
「我.....可能無法再擔任笙竹和笙菊的家庭教師了。」
「咦，為什麼！？」
美婦驚訝的睜大眼，原本尋找鑰匙的動作也停了下來，「難道是因為時薪不夠？」
「不、不是的，你們開的條件很好，是......我的問題。」
總不能說被你的兩個兒子欺負的落荒而逃吧！葉哲宇苦笑，他總覺得背後的灼傷又開始泛疼了。
「這......說起來丟臉，之前已經有好幾個家教被我那兩個兒子整的落荒而逃，你是裡頭待最久的，我想笙竹和笙菊一定非常的喜歡你，難道沒有轉圜的餘地？」
被如此美麗的女人凝視，一般的男人馬上就低頭了，可是只要想到雙胞胎之後又會想出怎麼樣的把戲，他就一身雞皮疙瘩。
於是，葉哲宇只能歉意的笑了笑。
美婦無奈的低下頭，「你也有你的苦衷，那我就不多勸說了。我只是希望你在考慮看看。」
她嘆了聲，打開了玄關的門，走了出去。不一會就聽到BMW駛動的聲音。
葉哲宇吐了口氣，這才再度意識到自己仍穿著濕透了的衣服。
「少爺！你們怎麼會在這！」
拿著乾衣服走來的老管家，驀然的停在樓梯口，說著讓葉哲宇挫了一下的話。
頭一抬，便對上了雙胞胎的眼睛，雖然無法馬上辨識出是哥哥還是弟弟，但他隱約察覺是最令人頭痛的惡魔哥哥。
「你要走了。」笙竹走了下來，穿著最喜歡印有青竹圖案的休閒衣，眼睛裡帶著被背叛的憎恨。
「我......」
「是我們的錯嗎？」笙菊從笙竹後頭探出，眼神中難得有愧疚之色。
「不.....是私人原因。」
「騙子！」
笙竹一咬牙，將擺放在樓梯口的陶瓷娃娃翻倒，推開老管家跑上了房間。
「竹.....」雖然是自己恨的牙癢癢的小惡魔，但再看到笙竹的模樣，心中馬上傳來應該留下來的呼喚。
「葉哥哥是笨蛋！」
笙菊甩過頭，也跑回了房間。老管家緩緩的嘆了口氣，有些責備的看著葉哲宇，「小少爺們非常喜歡您啊。請容我說句話，少爺們之所以老是整您，是因為想讓您注意到他們啊......」
這大概是一般小孩都有的心理，葉哲宇知道，只不過他們所做的舉動實在是太嚇人了，他自認心臟還沒強到可以容忍到那個地步。
不曉的如何回應的葉哲宇，只能用沉默來代替辯白。老管家看了他一眼，將乾淨的衣服遞上去，「去洗個澡。要是夫人知道你感冒，會責備我的。今天仍算是你的工作時間，請好好陪著少爺們。」
葉哲宇接過衣服，朝老管家點了點頭，逕自走向位於二樓的浴室。
他曾上廁所來過幾次，卻沒有一次像現在這樣躺臥在浴缸裡。白家的浴缸說大不大，說小嘛到也容的下四五人同時泡著。
脫下已經有些乾的衣服，葉哲宇摘下眼鏡小心的放在一旁，看起來主要以泡澡為主的浴室，淋浴設備顯得簡陋許多，他抱著反正最後一次了，就奢侈一點的心態，將水轉開。
嘩啦啦的熱水滾落至由磁磚打造的浴缸，不一會便盈滿了水，莫約七坪的浴室便充斥著白晃晃的水氣。
葉哲宇赤裸著全身坐在浴缸邊，手划過終於平靜的水，溫熱有些燙手讓淋雨而有些失溫的他感到一陣舒適，有些迫不及待的浸下水。
「哇！真舒服，有錢人真好，還自動控溫哩！」
他有些忘形，舒適的水讓原本抑鬱的心情大解放，將身體在往下滑，讓水浸到脖子，他舒暢的呼了聲。
這時，浴室的門被打了開來，原以為是老管家的他不甚在意，閉起眼睛感受著水的溫適。
忽然，水花漸起的聲音打破了他想輕鬆的念頭，睜開眼，此時雙胞胎一左一右的靠著他，精明的細長眼睛打量著他。
「你、你們幹麻？」
「泡澡啊！」笙菊目不轉睛看著葉哲宇胸前亞麻色的凸起。
被雙胞胎打量的不好意思，葉哲宇滑開水去到了浴缸的另一頭，沒想到雙胞胎竟跟了過來。
「葉哥，既然你都要走了，讓我們幫你刷刷背嘛！」
明明剛剛一臉快要哭的模樣，笙竹此時卻蕩起奇妙的笑容，不等葉哲宇回答，便滑到他背後。
「不、不用了啦！」
天知道他們會做什麼，像上次說要幫自己按摩，結果將一隻手掌大的蜥蜴丟進自己的襯衫裡面，一想到那恐怖的回憶，葉哲宇試著滑開水，卻被笙菊抓住了手.......
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「不了，今天下午我有工作。」
葉哲宇面對好友興致勃勃的模樣，稍嫌冷淡得拒絕。
「啊，你又要去家教啊！你不是很討厭那兩個死小鬼嗎？」
說到那兩個小鬼，葉哲宇臉瞬間垮了下來，無力的點點頭。
「我有什麼辦法，一堂課五千耶！要是你會不去？」
「那也要看啊，如果工作的對像會把我推到泛著蒸氣的熱水浴缸，我才不屑那些錢。」
葉哲宇嘆了口氣，將桌上的書收拾乾淨，上次被燙傷的部份仍隱隱作痛呢！
「再說，那兩個小鬼智商那麼高，會屑你這不出名大學畢業的家教，他們只是單純要整你的啦！」
「......也許你說的對，再被這樣整下去，我的皮早晚會被剝掉。我近幾天去辭職好了。」
「正確選擇。」
看箭好友豎起的姆指，葉哲宇又深深的嘆了口氣，一個身高一百八的大學生竟被兩個十五歲的小朋友整到落荒而逃，這件事傳出去肯定被笑死。
就在他想著如何說出辭職又不傷那兩個孩子的自尊時，口袋裡傳來鼓譟的聲音，那是他的手機。
看了看手機上頭的來電顯示，他一掃之前的憂鬱，開心的按下通話鍵。
“在做什麼？”
可琳甜美的聲音從那頭傳來，她可是葉哲宇追了好久終於到手的學妹。
「沒。剛要回家，怎麼了？」
“我想你。等會有空嗎？”
「恩.....我要去家教，可能沒辦法。對不起啦。」
“家教？真是的，那你上完Call我，我爸媽今晚要出去。”可琳對這一類話，說的一點都不害羞。
葉哲宇聽了，臉頓時紅了，有些不知所措的應了聲。
“那你是答應了。我有驚喜哦！期待吧！”
電話那頭，傳來了親吻的接觸聲後，她便掛上電話。
「今天也不全是壞事嘛！」
交往了三個禮拜，總算要從一壘下來了，說不定會直接全壘打呢！一想到之後的事，葉哲宇不免竊笑，自己終於要擺脫大學零戀愛記錄啦！
這樣想著，去家教的折磨彷彿減輕了許多。
可不曉得是天不從人願，亦是天氣預報忽然該死的準了，葉哲宇才出了家門沒多久，便起了個大雨。
原本想回去穿上雨衣，但一看錶才發現時間真的不早了，只要一想到雙胞胎會對遲到做什麼處罰，他就不自覺打個寒顫。
不顧與淋濕了一身衣，他催著摩托車的油門，再最後一分鐘趕到了目的地。
「啊，哲宇你來啦.....怎麼沒穿雨衣呢？這麼大雨！」
才到了門口，一名身材姣好的美婦就叫住成了落湯雞的葉哲宇。
「白小姐妳好，因為說好的時間要遲到了，所以顧不得雨衣就出門了。」
「噯，遲到一會不會有事的。而且不是說了嗎，叫我白太太就好，都一把年紀了被叫小姐可怪的。」
美婦掩嘴笑著，明明快四十歲了，卻不可否認仍那姣好的身材，保養甚好的皮膚看起來只不過三十出頭。
「才不會呢！妳那麼漂亮，叫小姐應該的。」葉哲宇發自內心的說。
「呵，哲宇的嘴巴這麼甜，一定很會哄女孩子！.....啊，我真是太糊塗了，怎麼讓你在雨中說話呢！」
美婦皺著眉，將葉哲宇拉到了客廳，白家是地區小有名氣的賈商，宅第雖沒有真正的豪宅華麗，卻有著另一種的獨特風華，是葉哲宇這些平民平日不可能接觸的。
只不過都來了這麼多次，該驚訝的都驚訝完了，葉哲宇只是淡淡的瞥了大廳一眼。
「全身都濕了。管家，拿個葉先生能穿的衣服來！....真是不好意思，下這麼大雨還讓你這麼特地跑來。」
「沒事沒事，笙竹和笙菊呢？」一進門沒瞧見那兩個小惡魔這點反而讓他比較訝異。
「那兩個啊，知道你今天要來，一下課就躲在房間，不曉得在弄什麼。」美婦瞧著樓梯，無奈的笑著。
.....一定是用來整我的.....葉哲宇只要一想到需要他們費時間準備的『遊戲』，他就不禁開始懷疑今天不抱病假是不是個錯誤決定。
「嗯，我公司還有事，那麼哲宇我先走了。」
看了一下錶，本來就準備出門的她朝著哲宇點了點頭。
「好的。.....那個，白小姐。」
「什麼事？」
正從一串鑰匙中挑出車鑰匙，她轉過頭看著不知如何起頭的葉哲宇。
「我.....可能無法再擔任笙竹和笙菊的家庭教師了。」
「咦，為什麼！？」
美婦驚訝的睜大眼，原本尋找鑰匙的動作也停了下來，「難道是因為時薪不夠？」
「不、不是的，你們開的條件很好，是......我的問題。」
總不能說被你的兩個兒子欺負的落荒而逃吧！葉哲宇苦笑，他總覺得背後的灼傷又開始泛疼了。
「這......說起來丟臉，之前已經有好幾個家教被我那兩個兒子整的落荒而逃，你是裡頭待最久的，我想笙竹和笙菊一定非常的喜歡你，難道沒有轉圜的餘地？」
被如此美麗的女人凝視，一般的男人馬上就低頭了，可是只要想到雙胞胎之後又會想出怎麼樣的把戲，他就一身雞皮疙瘩。
於是，葉哲宇只能歉意的笑了笑。
美婦無奈的低下頭，「你也有你的苦衷，那我就不多勸說了。我只是希望你在考慮看看。」
她嘆了聲，打開了玄關的門，走了出去。不一會就聽到BMW駛動的聲音。
葉哲宇吐了口氣，這才再度意識到自己仍穿著濕透了的衣服。
「少爺！你們怎麼會在這！」
拿著乾衣服走來的老管家，驀然的停在樓梯口，說著讓葉哲宇挫了一下的話。
頭一抬，便對上了雙胞胎的眼睛，雖然無法馬上辨識出是哥哥還是弟弟，但他隱約察覺是最令人頭痛的惡魔哥哥。
「你要走了。」笙竹走了下來，穿著最喜歡印有青竹圖案的休閒衣，眼睛裡帶著被背叛的憎恨。
「我......」
「是我們的錯嗎？」笙菊從笙竹後頭探出，眼神中難得有愧疚之色。
「不.....是私人原因。」
「騙子！」
笙竹一咬牙，將擺放在樓梯口的陶瓷娃娃翻倒，推開老管家跑上了房間。
「竹.....」雖然是自己恨的牙癢癢的小惡魔，但再看到笙竹的模樣，心中馬上傳來應該留下來的呼喚。
「葉哥哥是笨蛋！」
笙菊甩過頭，也跑回了房間。老管家緩緩的嘆了口氣，有些責備的看著葉哲宇，「小少爺們非常喜歡您啊。請容我說句話，少爺們之所以老是整您，是因為想讓您注意到他們啊......」
這大概是一般小孩都有的心理，葉哲宇知道，只不過他們所做的舉動實在是太嚇人了，他自認心臟還沒強到可以容忍到那個地步。
不曉的如何回應的葉哲宇，只能用沉默來代替辯白。老管家看了他一眼，將乾淨的衣服遞上去，「去洗個澡。要是夫人知道你感冒，會責備我的。今天仍算是你的工作時間，請好好陪著少爺們。」
葉哲宇接過衣服，朝老管家點了點頭，逕自走向位於二樓的浴室。
他曾上廁所來過幾次，卻沒有一次像現在這樣躺臥在浴缸裡。白家的浴缸說大不大，說小嘛到也容的下四五人同時泡著。
脫下已經有些乾的衣服，葉哲宇摘下眼鏡小心的放在一旁，看起來主要以泡澡為主的浴室，淋浴設備顯得簡陋許多，他抱著反正最後一次了，就奢侈一點的心態，將水轉開。
嘩啦啦的熱水滾落至由磁磚打造的浴缸，不一會便盈滿了水，莫約七坪的浴室便充斥著白晃晃的水氣。
葉哲宇赤裸著全身坐在浴缸邊，手划過終於平靜的水，溫熱有些燙手讓淋雨而有些失溫的他感到一陣舒適，有些迫不及待的浸下水。
「哇！真舒服，有錢人真好，還自動控溫哩！」
他有些忘形，舒適的水讓原本抑鬱的心情大解放，將身體在往下滑，讓水浸到脖子，他舒暢的呼了聲。
這時，浴室的門被打了開來，原以為是老管家的他不甚在意，閉起眼睛感受著水的溫適。
忽然，水花漸起的聲音打破了他想輕鬆的念頭，睜開眼，此時雙胞胎一左一右的靠著他，精明的細長眼睛打量著他。
「你、你們幹麻？」
「泡澡啊！」笙菊目不轉睛看著葉哲宇胸前亞麻色的凸起。
被雙胞胎打量的不好意思，葉哲宇滑開水去到了浴缸的另一頭，沒想到雙胞胎竟跟了過來。
「葉哥，既然你都要走了，讓我們幫你刷刷背嘛！」
明明剛剛一臉快要哭的模樣，笙竹此時卻蕩起奇妙的笑容，不等葉哲宇回答，便滑到他背後。
「不、不用了啦！」
天知道他們會做什麼，像上次說要幫自己按摩，結果將一隻手掌大的蜥蜴丟進自己的襯衫裡面，一想到那恐怖的回憶，葉哲宇試著滑開水，卻被笙菊抓住了手.......
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Play Rehearsal
I was not looking forward to going off to college.First, as an only child
I had my own room all my life and now I was going to have to share.
Second, I was use to putting things were I wanted them and did not have to
worry about whether some one was going to move it or did not want it there.
I am not a slob, but I like things arranged by availability not necessarily
by what looks good or neat.One example is at home I have a small
refrigerator as a nightstand because I like a cold glass of milk before bed
and drinks while working on my homework.My whole life was going to have
to change.
When I got to college and to my assigned room I was surprised to find my roommate already moved in and had arranged the room the way he wanted it. He was very generous in the fact that he gave me the area near the window and the area was a little larger.Not that the shoebox room had very much to begin with.The really only good point was that we were in a two man room compared to most rooms were three and four man rooms.We were on one end of the hall and the restroom and showers on the other, the break area in the middle and the T.V. room in between both of them.So for privacy and quietness the room was ideal.
My roommate (a junior) was an Alabama farm boy with the all-American male looks with broad shoulders, blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, square jaw, 6'2", and 200 lbs 100% pure beef.Naturally, he is on the football team and to my surprise in drama.At 22 years of age he looked like he could model for any swim suit magazine and I sure would want to see him in an underwear issue, maybe a tight pair of light blue G-strings or a beige pair to match his skin tone.I on the other hand am not quit as good looking, at 19 I still get a pimple now and then, weighing in at an astonishing 127 lbs of bones for my over tall frame of 5'7".I have brown hair, green eyes, less than a swimmer's build; with a ten-pound weight I would have ten-pound worth of muscles.
I could already tell my freshman year would soon be one that I would look forward to forgetting.
Actually everything went great.My roommate was funny, down to earth and easy to talk to.No one picked on me like in high school; even the jocks that came to our room were cool with me.In high school being on the swim team made me a jock in some people's view, but in others I was a wimp. Here everyone treated you like you are a person whether you played a sport or not.
After the Christmas break, things changed a little.I was having more swim team practices and Mark (my roommate) was spending more time in the room. One evening after I got back from practice Mark was laying on his bunk and it looked as though he had been crying.Now I am not the smartest man in the world, but I do know that you never accuse a man of crying.I started some small talk to see if I could figure out what was wrong.He had been working on his role for a play that was to open in a couple of weeks.He was having trouble memorizing his lines, but his major problem was that he was to romantically kiss his wife to be in the play.It took some time to get that out of him, but it seems that this great looking guy has never kissed a girl passionately.The fact that he was going to have to kiss her on stage in front of a bunch of people made it worse.He had asked her to practice the lines and to rehearse the kiss but she refused stating that the only reason he was in drama was to kiss the girls.That he was nothing but a dumb jock.
Then the shocker came.He asked me if I could help.
The first thing that went through my mind was that this jock wanted me to teach him how to kiss passionately.Then I realized he must have been asking if I knew anyone who could teach him.I told him that I did not know any girls that could teach him how to kiss, however being a great looking guy he should not have any trouble finding a hundred girls who would teach him how to kiss.
He said, "If I could get a hundred girls then I would know how to kiss by now."
Until that second I had never though about it, being a roommate for over 5 months and not one date and not one conversation about girls.I know why I don't talk about them, but him?I mean as ugly as I am no one would want me, but him on the other hand; he was like every girl's dream of a perfect guy with a great personality to go with the looks.I know I sure wanted him.
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"You haven't figured it out by now?The same reason you don't!"
"I find that hard to believe, your great looks, fantastic personality, witty humor, and award winning smile compare to a lanky, short, ugly peon."
"You're not ugly, lanky or a peon, short I'll give you if you want to be compared to a giant"
"So why don't you have girlfriend?"
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Because no one would have me."
"Liar"
"Who?Why am I a liar?If you were a girl would you want me?"
"I am not a girl but I would take you in a heart beat.You are a great guy, a little short, but a great guy."
There is a very long pause.My mind is racing through a thousand possibilities.What is he saying?I think he is saying that he is gay but that would not correspond with my luck.I know that I am gay but he would not know that.I have done a great job of covering up my sexual preference just to keep from getting my ass kicked.I even leave straight porn magazines on my nightstand like I had jacked off to them earlier.I hang around a couple of girls who like me. (Not that any of them would date me.) My luck would be that he is homophobic and wants to find out if I am gay to kick my ass or kill me.
Finally, as if my mind just stopped working and the only smart thing I could do was to ask a stupid question, "Are you telling me that you are gay?"
"Bingo"
"And you think I am gay?"
"Bingo"
Now I have to play it off just incase this is a trail to see if I will admit to being gay so that he can tell his buddies and they can take turns kicking my butt.I have worked very hard over the last few years to ensure that no one knows that I am gay and I have no intentions of ruining that now."What makes you think that I am gay?"
He gives me one of those; `You know you are so just admit it' looks."Are you saying your not?"
Another long pause.
He gets up and moves over to me.He stands a bout a foot in front of me looking down into my eyes.He only has on a pair of gym shorts.His body is so hot.I am memorized that he is standing so close to me with his chest right above eye level I look up to stare at his perfect nickel size nipples with.....
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When I got to college and to my assigned room I was surprised to find my roommate already moved in and had arranged the room the way he wanted it. He was very generous in the fact that he gave me the area near the window and the area was a little larger.Not that the shoebox room had very much to begin with.The really only good point was that we were in a two man room compared to most rooms were three and four man rooms.We were on one end of the hall and the restroom and showers on the other, the break area in the middle and the T.V. room in between both of them.So for privacy and quietness the room was ideal.
My roommate (a junior) was an Alabama farm boy with the all-American male looks with broad shoulders, blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, square jaw, 6'2", and 200 lbs 100% pure beef.Naturally, he is on the football team and to my surprise in drama.At 22 years of age he looked like he could model for any swim suit magazine and I sure would want to see him in an underwear issue, maybe a tight pair of light blue G-strings or a beige pair to match his skin tone.I on the other hand am not quit as good looking, at 19 I still get a pimple now and then, weighing in at an astonishing 127 lbs of bones for my over tall frame of 5'7".I have brown hair, green eyes, less than a swimmer's build; with a ten-pound weight I would have ten-pound worth of muscles.
I could already tell my freshman year would soon be one that I would look forward to forgetting.
Actually everything went great.My roommate was funny, down to earth and easy to talk to.No one picked on me like in high school; even the jocks that came to our room were cool with me.In high school being on the swim team made me a jock in some people's view, but in others I was a wimp. Here everyone treated you like you are a person whether you played a sport or not.
After the Christmas break, things changed a little.I was having more swim team practices and Mark (my roommate) was spending more time in the room. One evening after I got back from practice Mark was laying on his bunk and it looked as though he had been crying.Now I am not the smartest man in the world, but I do know that you never accuse a man of crying.I started some small talk to see if I could figure out what was wrong.He had been working on his role for a play that was to open in a couple of weeks.He was having trouble memorizing his lines, but his major problem was that he was to romantically kiss his wife to be in the play.It took some time to get that out of him, but it seems that this great looking guy has never kissed a girl passionately.The fact that he was going to have to kiss her on stage in front of a bunch of people made it worse.He had asked her to practice the lines and to rehearse the kiss but she refused stating that the only reason he was in drama was to kiss the girls.That he was nothing but a dumb jock.
Then the shocker came.He asked me if I could help.
The first thing that went through my mind was that this jock wanted me to teach him how to kiss passionately.Then I realized he must have been asking if I knew anyone who could teach him.I told him that I did not know any girls that could teach him how to kiss, however being a great looking guy he should not have any trouble finding a hundred girls who would teach him how to kiss.
He said, "If I could get a hundred girls then I would know how to kiss by now."
Until that second I had never though about it, being a roommate for over 5 months and not one date and not one conversation about girls.I know why I don't talk about them, but him?I mean as ugly as I am no one would want me, but him on the other hand; he was like every girl's dream of a perfect guy with a great personality to go with the looks.I know I sure wanted him.
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"You haven't figured it out by now?The same reason you don't!"
"I find that hard to believe, your great looks, fantastic personality, witty humor, and award winning smile compare to a lanky, short, ugly peon."
"You're not ugly, lanky or a peon, short I'll give you if you want to be compared to a giant"
"So why don't you have girlfriend?"
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Because no one would have me."
"Liar"
"Who?Why am I a liar?If you were a girl would you want me?"
"I am not a girl but I would take you in a heart beat.You are a great guy, a little short, but a great guy."
There is a very long pause.My mind is racing through a thousand possibilities.What is he saying?I think he is saying that he is gay but that would not correspond with my luck.I know that I am gay but he would not know that.I have done a great job of covering up my sexual preference just to keep from getting my ass kicked.I even leave straight porn magazines on my nightstand like I had jacked off to them earlier.I hang around a couple of girls who like me. (Not that any of them would date me.) My luck would be that he is homophobic and wants to find out if I am gay to kick my ass or kill me.
Finally, as if my mind just stopped working and the only smart thing I could do was to ask a stupid question, "Are you telling me that you are gay?"
"Bingo"
"And you think I am gay?"
"Bingo"
Now I have to play it off just incase this is a trail to see if I will admit to being gay so that he can tell his buddies and they can take turns kicking my butt.I have worked very hard over the last few years to ensure that no one knows that I am gay and I have no intentions of ruining that now."What makes you think that I am gay?"
He gives me one of those; `You know you are so just admit it' looks."Are you saying your not?"
Another long pause.
He gets up and moves over to me.He stands a bout a foot in front of me looking down into my eyes.He only has on a pair of gym shorts.His body is so hot.I am memorized that he is standing so close to me with his chest right above eye level I look up to stare at his perfect nickel size nipples with.....
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和马六甲M大学中东男的性爱
从八达岭回流马六甲工作后，一直都处于空窗和没有性爱的生活。
没有接触别人，也不懂得如何去接触其他人的办法。在这样的生活模式底下，只有工作+外出，或者外出+工作的一再重复。
记 得好几个月前在智慧型手机里安装了Jack’D后，就开启了生活中很多不一样的可能性。开始的时候，就只有浏览其他人的照片和资料。虽然只有看的份儿， 但眼睛看帅哥和结实的肉体还是件很爽的事。由于自己也只放了张远距离的照片，所以并没有什么人主动和我攀谈。在注重清楚头像的Jack’D世界里，大家可 能都比较注重发放头像的勇气和诚实吧！
在安装了Jack’D几个星期后的某个晚上，在我不停的浏览apps里的帅哥和肉体时，收到了T传来的一封信息。
“我现在很需要！你要不要过来我的地方？”看完了T的信息后，干涸了很久的自己，竟然不自觉的勃起。看着自己不争气的生理反应，我也不禁的摇了摇头。从什么时候开始，我开始变得那么的饥渴了。
“没看过我的照片，你也愿意和我FUN吗？”尽管下体已经不争气的涨得发疼，但我还是按耐不住自己心底的疑问。
“我直觉告诉我，你应该长得OK吧！况且我只知道我现在很需要。哈哈！”我看了笑了出来，欲望有时候真的是会让人失去了理智。在匆匆浏览了T先生的资料时，瞥见了来自中东的这一环。中东？！这应该是不一样的一晚吧！哈哈哈。
交换了电话号码和彼此确定了时间后，我还是礼貌性的去淋浴。好久没性爱了，我希望藉由淋浴来洗净身体上的尘污，最主要的是冲走我因为太久没做的焦虑和紧张感。
忐忑归忐忑，紧张归紧张，欲望还是让我在约定的时间里出现在T的公寓外。
“我 的住处在二楼，门前停着一台脚踏车的就是了。”再次确定了T的住处2分钟后，我已经到了他的门口。也在门口不安的踱步2分钟后，我敲了敲门。在敲了门 后的20秒，门打开了，我也终于看见了这位很需要的中东人T。和印象中的中东人一样，T有着同样的深邃脸庞。从我180公分还需要稍微往上台的视线计 算，T应该有187公分吧。稍微肉肉的身形配上圆圆的大眼睛的T看起来还蛮可爱的。而T也在打量我后，一直笑得合不拢嘴的。我想彼此在“验货”后的第一印 象都是不错的吧！哈哈！
跟着T进入了家门，穿过客厅，再到他的房间后。我们就有点不自然的坐在了双人床上的不同角落。
“你等一等。”T在说完了过后，就径直的走出房门。在他回来的时候，手上带来了两瓶橙汁。我们就这样的在各自的角落和着橙汁，假装轻松的闲聊。他告诉我他今年23岁，他也告诉我他在附近的M大学就读工程系。
“我 可以尝尝你嘴里的橙汁吗？”在我又把橙汁往嘴里送后，T这么对我说。于是我们开始主动将身体靠向彼此，两个人两双唇也开始吻在一起。T不徐不缓的将舌 头伸进了我的嘴里，我也顺着将口里的橙汁慢慢的吐进他的嘴里。然后就是舌头的交缠和橙汁在彼此嘴里的味道。渐渐的，T开始变得.....
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没有接触别人，也不懂得如何去接触其他人的办法。在这样的生活模式底下，只有工作+外出，或者外出+工作的一再重复。
记 得好几个月前在智慧型手机里安装了Jack’D后，就开启了生活中很多不一样的可能性。开始的时候，就只有浏览其他人的照片和资料。虽然只有看的份儿， 但眼睛看帅哥和结实的肉体还是件很爽的事。由于自己也只放了张远距离的照片，所以并没有什么人主动和我攀谈。在注重清楚头像的Jack’D世界里，大家可 能都比较注重发放头像的勇气和诚实吧！
在安装了Jack’D几个星期后的某个晚上，在我不停的浏览apps里的帅哥和肉体时，收到了T传来的一封信息。
“我现在很需要！你要不要过来我的地方？”看完了T的信息后，干涸了很久的自己，竟然不自觉的勃起。看着自己不争气的生理反应，我也不禁的摇了摇头。从什么时候开始，我开始变得那么的饥渴了。
“没看过我的照片，你也愿意和我FUN吗？”尽管下体已经不争气的涨得发疼，但我还是按耐不住自己心底的疑问。
“我直觉告诉我，你应该长得OK吧！况且我只知道我现在很需要。哈哈！”我看了笑了出来，欲望有时候真的是会让人失去了理智。在匆匆浏览了T先生的资料时，瞥见了来自中东的这一环。中东？！这应该是不一样的一晚吧！哈哈哈。
交换了电话号码和彼此确定了时间后，我还是礼貌性的去淋浴。好久没性爱了，我希望藉由淋浴来洗净身体上的尘污，最主要的是冲走我因为太久没做的焦虑和紧张感。
忐忑归忐忑，紧张归紧张，欲望还是让我在约定的时间里出现在T的公寓外。
“我 的住处在二楼，门前停着一台脚踏车的就是了。”再次确定了T的住处2分钟后，我已经到了他的门口。也在门口不安的踱步2分钟后，我敲了敲门。在敲了门 后的20秒，门打开了，我也终于看见了这位很需要的中东人T。和印象中的中东人一样，T有着同样的深邃脸庞。从我180公分还需要稍微往上台的视线计 算，T应该有187公分吧。稍微肉肉的身形配上圆圆的大眼睛的T看起来还蛮可爱的。而T也在打量我后，一直笑得合不拢嘴的。我想彼此在“验货”后的第一印 象都是不错的吧！哈哈！
跟着T进入了家门，穿过客厅，再到他的房间后。我们就有点不自然的坐在了双人床上的不同角落。
“你等一等。”T在说完了过后，就径直的走出房门。在他回来的时候，手上带来了两瓶橙汁。我们就这样的在各自的角落和着橙汁，假装轻松的闲聊。他告诉我他今年23岁，他也告诉我他在附近的M大学就读工程系。
“我 可以尝尝你嘴里的橙汁吗？”在我又把橙汁往嘴里送后，T这么对我说。于是我们开始主动将身体靠向彼此，两个人两双唇也开始吻在一起。T不徐不缓的将舌 头伸进了我的嘴里，我也顺着将口里的橙汁慢慢的吐进他的嘴里。然后就是舌头的交缠和橙汁在彼此嘴里的味道。渐渐的，T开始变得.....
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Scape Goat
I grabbed the boy's collar and yanked him inside.
"Pleeessir!Master Thomas said..."
"Shut up boy!Master Thomas can go stuff himself.I need you in here."
As it happens, Master Thomas had just driven off.We'd had one of our typical rows.Only this was a bit more typical than usual.He'd been making decisions behind my back.We were meant to be business partners, for God's sake.But somehow 17 years of living together, the first three as lovers, had clouded that fact.He still thought he knew better than me. And I was sick of it.
I stared at the boy.He was shaking.I'd not seem him before.He must have been new.We've got a bunch of these young colts working the gardens and looking after the animals.Tom takes care of that part of the estate. I don't usually give it much thought, but a good looking boy like this would've caught my eye sooner or later.He must've come with the new stock Tom had bought the week before.He's got a good eye at an auction, and he's a tough Master.This boy was shitting bricks.
"Master Thomas isn't here," I said."I'm borrowing you for the afternoon. Are you new?"
"Sir, yessir!eight days, Sir."
"How old?"
"Sir, please, eighteen, just Sir, I think Sir."
He mumbled so much I thought he might have been foreign.His arms and shoulders looked quite dusky against the white of his tunic.But maybe that was just because he lived outdoors most of the time.
"You're my property as well, you know.Not just Master Thomas's."
"Yes, Master Sir, this boy belongs...."
"Stop mumbling.You're getting on my nerves.Get rid of that tunic."
I watched him wind the cord from around his waist and pull the linen garment up over his head.It was the standard covering we put on all our slaves.We've never believed in having them run around naked all the time. Apart from being too distracting, it would rob us of that special joy -- watching them strip.
The clean white linen slid across his back, revealing his beautifully rounded buttocks.As smooth as two pebbles.No marks.Untouched treasures for me to ransack.
My blood was still boiling from Tom's last words to me before he stormed out.He always managed to make me feel small.I knew it would all blow over in time, but I needed to focus my frustration.Far better to beat the shit out of this slave boy than allow the anger to fester.
He was standing there without a stitch, now, leaning forwards slightly with a kind of nervous tension that emphasised the shapeliness of his thighs.A light body but tight with firm, clear muscles etched into his torso -- just the type to make me horny.And a fat cock too, though his testicles were all screwed up in a bunch.I'd see to that.His skin was clean and glowing with not a hair anywhere to be seen, apart from the tangled mop on top.
"Fucking shithead!" I shouted and slapped him across the top of the head. He probably thought I was referring to him, but of course I was thinking of Tom.He staggered then flopped down onto his knees.
"pleessir, sorry, Sir, this boy..."
"Oh, get up you cretin!I don't want to listen to your snivelling.Follow me -- and don't give me any lip, you understand."
My den was a tip.I'd been skulking there all morning.The floor was littered with magazines and CDs, the TV was flickering away with the sound turned off, and there was a stench of stale milk where I'd flung a carton at the wall just after Tom had slammed the front door.I cleared a space for the boy to stand and threw myself into my easy chair.
I stared at him for about five minutes, which made him even more nervous. He seemed to find it hard to stand absolutely still.I got him to turn around several times.He had a nice way of moving.Beautiful physique. Unblemished.I wondered if Tom had designs on him other than having him sweep up the backyard and feed the animals.Well bad luck, Tom, I was going to have first pickings.
"What you worried about boy?Don't you trust me?"
"yessir, this boy your property Sir.he knows that...that..."
"Knows what?What are you rabbitting on about?"
"tha...tha...tha..."
"Oh for Chrissake stop stuttering.See that big leather paddle on the wall behind you.Fetch it."
He looked round and I could hear him wince when he saw my collection of paddles, whips and canes.Gingerly he unhooked the paddle and brought it to me.
"pleessir," he mumbled, as once again he fell onto his knees in front of me, "pleessir don't punish me Sir, this boy's so sorry...."
He was certainly getting me excited with all this begging and scraping.I stroked his hair.
"I'm not going to punish you boy.You haven't done anything wrong.At least I don't think you have.You haven't been a bad boy, have you?"
"no Sir.been good, Sir."
"Why would I want to punish you, then?"
"dunno Sir."
"Well then, I'm not going to punish you, am I?"
"no Sir.thank you Sir."
"But I am going to give you a good hiding, all the same."
"S-s-sir?" he whispered faintly.
"I'm going to give you a good hiding, because -- well because I need to. You understand that, boy, don't you?
He had to think long and hard about that one.But eventually he blurted out, not very convincingly, "yessir."
"Good.Now that's understood I want you to get up.Raise your arms as high as you can.Stretch them up, that's it, and stand firm while I warm myself up on this silky smooth arse of yours."
I spent a few moments running my hands across his taught body.Some slaves have a natural warmth that is a joy to touch.This boy was no exception. I could feel the pent up energy flickering under my fingers as they coasted over his chest and stomach.I was standing behind him and when I pressed the palm of my hand flat across his.......
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"Pleeessir!Master Thomas said..."
"Shut up boy!Master Thomas can go stuff himself.I need you in here."
As it happens, Master Thomas had just driven off.We'd had one of our typical rows.Only this was a bit more typical than usual.He'd been making decisions behind my back.We were meant to be business partners, for God's sake.But somehow 17 years of living together, the first three as lovers, had clouded that fact.He still thought he knew better than me. And I was sick of it.
I stared at the boy.He was shaking.I'd not seem him before.He must have been new.We've got a bunch of these young colts working the gardens and looking after the animals.Tom takes care of that part of the estate. I don't usually give it much thought, but a good looking boy like this would've caught my eye sooner or later.He must've come with the new stock Tom had bought the week before.He's got a good eye at an auction, and he's a tough Master.This boy was shitting bricks.
"Master Thomas isn't here," I said."I'm borrowing you for the afternoon. Are you new?"
"Sir, yessir!eight days, Sir."
"How old?"
"Sir, please, eighteen, just Sir, I think Sir."
He mumbled so much I thought he might have been foreign.His arms and shoulders looked quite dusky against the white of his tunic.But maybe that was just because he lived outdoors most of the time.
"You're my property as well, you know.Not just Master Thomas's."
"Yes, Master Sir, this boy belongs...."
"Stop mumbling.You're getting on my nerves.Get rid of that tunic."
I watched him wind the cord from around his waist and pull the linen garment up over his head.It was the standard covering we put on all our slaves.We've never believed in having them run around naked all the time. Apart from being too distracting, it would rob us of that special joy -- watching them strip.
The clean white linen slid across his back, revealing his beautifully rounded buttocks.As smooth as two pebbles.No marks.Untouched treasures for me to ransack.
My blood was still boiling from Tom's last words to me before he stormed out.He always managed to make me feel small.I knew it would all blow over in time, but I needed to focus my frustration.Far better to beat the shit out of this slave boy than allow the anger to fester.
He was standing there without a stitch, now, leaning forwards slightly with a kind of nervous tension that emphasised the shapeliness of his thighs.A light body but tight with firm, clear muscles etched into his torso -- just the type to make me horny.And a fat cock too, though his testicles were all screwed up in a bunch.I'd see to that.His skin was clean and glowing with not a hair anywhere to be seen, apart from the tangled mop on top.
"Fucking shithead!" I shouted and slapped him across the top of the head. He probably thought I was referring to him, but of course I was thinking of Tom.He staggered then flopped down onto his knees.
"pleessir, sorry, Sir, this boy..."
"Oh, get up you cretin!I don't want to listen to your snivelling.Follow me -- and don't give me any lip, you understand."
My den was a tip.I'd been skulking there all morning.The floor was littered with magazines and CDs, the TV was flickering away with the sound turned off, and there was a stench of stale milk where I'd flung a carton at the wall just after Tom had slammed the front door.I cleared a space for the boy to stand and threw myself into my easy chair.
I stared at him for about five minutes, which made him even more nervous. He seemed to find it hard to stand absolutely still.I got him to turn around several times.He had a nice way of moving.Beautiful physique. Unblemished.I wondered if Tom had designs on him other than having him sweep up the backyard and feed the animals.Well bad luck, Tom, I was going to have first pickings.
"What you worried about boy?Don't you trust me?"
"yessir, this boy your property Sir.he knows that...that..."
"Knows what?What are you rabbitting on about?"
"tha...tha...tha..."
"Oh for Chrissake stop stuttering.See that big leather paddle on the wall behind you.Fetch it."
He looked round and I could hear him wince when he saw my collection of paddles, whips and canes.Gingerly he unhooked the paddle and brought it to me.
"pleessir," he mumbled, as once again he fell onto his knees in front of me, "pleessir don't punish me Sir, this boy's so sorry...."
He was certainly getting me excited with all this begging and scraping.I stroked his hair.
"I'm not going to punish you boy.You haven't done anything wrong.At least I don't think you have.You haven't been a bad boy, have you?"
"no Sir.been good, Sir."
"Why would I want to punish you, then?"
"dunno Sir."
"Well then, I'm not going to punish you, am I?"
"no Sir.thank you Sir."
"But I am going to give you a good hiding, all the same."
"S-s-sir?" he whispered faintly.
"I'm going to give you a good hiding, because -- well because I need to. You understand that, boy, don't you?
He had to think long and hard about that one.But eventually he blurted out, not very convincingly, "yessir."
"Good.Now that's understood I want you to get up.Raise your arms as high as you can.Stretch them up, that's it, and stand firm while I warm myself up on this silky smooth arse of yours."
I spent a few moments running my hands across his taught body.Some slaves have a natural warmth that is a joy to touch.This boy was no exception. I could feel the pent up energy flickering under my fingers as they coasted over his chest and stomach.I was standing behind him and when I pressed the palm of my hand flat across his.......
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Friday, July 19, 2013
我的美少年丈夫
今天是弟弟伊焰大学毕业的日子，父亲、我和妹妹紫珑一起在希尔顿饭店顶层为他庆祝。
在台湾，我们家在商界算是数一数二的。在家中，只有父亲和我们兄妹三人。多年前，在我十五岁时，母亲就因病去世了。母亲去后，父亲没有再娶，专心于生意和养育我们三兄妹。
我的名字伊飐，今年二十八岁。大学毕业后，我进入公司，在父亲手下工作。父亲在观察了我这么多年后，说我实在不适合做一个大公司的掌舵者。我最适合的位子是做伊焰的助手，由伊焰掌管公司。他说我看事情很有远见，可就是性格过于温和，不适合尔虞我诈的商场。
对于父亲的决定，我没有任何不满。我太清楚自己绝对撑不起伊氏。父亲说我温和，其实不如说我是有些软弱罢了，这样的我怎能在商场里如鱼得水？
弟弟比我小五岁，妹妹比我小七岁。从他们懂事起，就开始以我的保护者自居，特别是伊焰，现在都是有女朋友的人了，还像小时候一样处处维护我，真让我有些哭笑不得。
熟悉我家的人都说伊焰才应该是我们兄妹三人的老大。
希尔顿是我常来的地方，很多人都认识我。在这里我也有几个熟人，我向来人缘很好。
“爸，你们先坐，我去趟洗手间。”
我离开座位，向等侍者送上餐点的家人说。
若是知道我会遇到什么事的话，我不会去的。这件事改变了我的一生。
从洗手间出来，一股巨大的冲力撞得我站立不住，周围没有可以扶持的东西，我在一片惊呼声中跌倒在地。
好痛，手肘大概是撞破了。
在与地面接触的刹那，手肘传来强烈的疼痛。
“对不起，我太不小心了。你怎么样？哪伤着了？”
头晕眼花中，我听到清泉般明澈却又冷冽的声音，我抬头看去。
好……好漂亮。
从来没有想到有人可以美成这样，恐怕连世间最美的女子也要比我眼前的少年逊上几分呢。
“没事，我还好。”我忍着痛想站起来。
他伸手要扶我，却不知情地按上的我的手肘。
“啊——”我忍不住痛得轻呼，眉心也皱了起来。“放手。”
我天生对痛觉很敏感，尽管不想，还是叫了出来。
他忙松开手，改扶住别的地方。
地上不脏，衣服只拍拍浮尘就可以了，可是肘部却不像衣服那么好处理。
“走，到我房里去，我给你包扎一下。”他说。
不知怎么，我就是不想跟随他去，虽说只是处理一下伤口。他给我一种很奇怪的压迫感，让我有丝怯意。
“不了，我回去上点药就可以了。”他推辞道。
“那可不行，你的伤是我不小心造成的。我一定得负责。”他很坚持，弄得我也没法推辞，只好随着他去了。
他就住在希尔顿的总统套房里，不管从哪方面看都不是普通人家的孩子。他看起只有十八岁左右。
让人不解的是，他表情始终冷冷的，寒气一直从眼底透出。
我随他进了房间，他从一个柜子里拿出急救箱。
“把上衣脱了。”他说。口气很强硬，一听就是平时习惯了命令别人。
我依言脱下上衣，左手肘擦坏了好大一块，血色已染红了衬衫。
“你叫什么名字？”他一边包扎一边问道。
“伊飐。”我说。咬牙忍着，好痛，药接触到伤口刺激着神经，真不是一般疼。
看得出他的动作已是尽量温柔，可还是痛。
“好了。”他把绷带打了个结，“回去后经常换药，伤口不要沾水。很快就会愈合的。”
“谢谢你。”
他一愣，眼中明显闪过笑意。“应该是我向你道歉才对，你怎么反而向我道谢来了？”
“也对哦。”我觉得有些不好意思，忙起身告辞职。“我得走了，我的家人还在等我呢。再见。”
他点点头，把我送出门。
“我叫方仲宇。记住我的名字，我们以后还会再见的。“
不多日，有人来我家提亲。
“什么？！”
我惊讶得无以复加。
来人是向我提亲的，是要我嫁给恒世集团的总裁。
我简直要晕了，我可是个男人啊，而且长相又没有一丝一毫的女性化。
“对不起，我不能答应。我不知道你们总裁为什么会做这样的决定，而且我又没见过他……”
“您见过的。”来人打断了我的话。
“我见过？”我怎么不记得。
恒世是一家跨国公司，在黑白两道都有势力，我怎么不记得自己见过恒世的总裁？
“总裁说若您忘了，就提醒您。在不久前，总裁在希尔顿不小心撞到了您。
希尔顿？我惊讶地问：“你们总裁……不会是方仲宇吧？”那个如天使般美丽的人。
“不错。”
我已经不知道该说什么好了。怪不得那时他说我们不久就会见面的，原来在那时他就已经有这个打算了。可是，我也歹也是个堂堂男子汉，怎么可能嫁给另一个男人为妻？
“总裁说过几天他会亲自登门求婚，您只要在家中等候即可。”
那人说完就走了。
我心里乱成一团。
我为什么要在那个时候去洗手间呢？如果我没去，就不会有今天的一切发生。
想起有关他的传闻，我更觉大难临头。
方仲宇是今年初才接任恒世总裁的位子，他的父亲突发脑溢血不治身亡。听说他素来很强硬，只要他决定的事绝无更改的余地。而且，他会为了达到目的用尽任何手段，绝不容许人违背他。
照这样说来，我不是无法改变成为他的妻子的命运吗？我只觉前途一片黑暗。
伊氏虽然在台湾是商界的龙头老大，可是无论如何也比不上恒世的啊。
为什么？他为什么会看上我呢？
“大哥，你放心出去避避风头，我不会让为强迫你做你不愿做的事的。”伊焰揽住我的肩头，满脸的恼怒。
“不，我不能走。”我摇摇头。
“为什么？难道你想……”紫珑焦急地问。
“不是的，我怎么会……”我说不下去了，“我走了以后，我怕方仲宇不会放过你们的。”
父亲发话了，“飐，听你弟弟的，出去躲躲。方仲宇要的是你，你不在他又能拿我们怎么样？”
“我……”
“大哥，放心吧。我们不会有事的。”
在家为的坚持下，我连夜收拾了简单的行李，离开了台湾。
半月后，夏威夷。
在夏威夷的海浪沙滩中，我渐渐放松了紧张的心情。
依照伊焰的话，这半个月来我从来没和家里联系过，不知方仲宇有没有对父亲他们做什么。
我住在一家中等规模的旅馆里，没有住高级的饭店。那样太危险了。
在外面逛了一天，回到旅馆里叫了点东西吃。然后，我就回到了我在顶层的房间。
今天夜的空气里似乎浮动着让人不安的气息，然而疲倦的我以为那只是我的错觉罢了。
夜半。
好难受。全身仿佛被什么压得喘不过气来。手也动不了，好像被什么绑住了似的。
我艰难的张开眼。
“啊……唔……”我惊叫出声，又立刻被堵住。
借着月光，我看清了压在我身上的人。
天啊，怎么会是他？
不错，正是方仲宇，他怎么会找到这里来。
心跳得厉害，我好慌。
双手被绑在床头，他到底想做什么？
“放开我……不……唔……”
我挣扎着，断断续续的连完整的话都说不出来。覆在我唇上的唇夺走了我说话的权利，我在他的强吻下几乎无法呼吸。他的舌伸进来，纠缠着我的，我拼命躲却怎么也逃不掉。.............
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在台湾，我们家在商界算是数一数二的。在家中，只有父亲和我们兄妹三人。多年前，在我十五岁时，母亲就因病去世了。母亲去后，父亲没有再娶，专心于生意和养育我们三兄妹。
我的名字伊飐，今年二十八岁。大学毕业后，我进入公司，在父亲手下工作。父亲在观察了我这么多年后，说我实在不适合做一个大公司的掌舵者。我最适合的位子是做伊焰的助手，由伊焰掌管公司。他说我看事情很有远见，可就是性格过于温和，不适合尔虞我诈的商场。
对于父亲的决定，我没有任何不满。我太清楚自己绝对撑不起伊氏。父亲说我温和，其实不如说我是有些软弱罢了，这样的我怎能在商场里如鱼得水？
弟弟比我小五岁，妹妹比我小七岁。从他们懂事起，就开始以我的保护者自居，特别是伊焰，现在都是有女朋友的人了，还像小时候一样处处维护我，真让我有些哭笑不得。
熟悉我家的人都说伊焰才应该是我们兄妹三人的老大。
希尔顿是我常来的地方，很多人都认识我。在这里我也有几个熟人，我向来人缘很好。
“爸，你们先坐，我去趟洗手间。”
我离开座位，向等侍者送上餐点的家人说。
若是知道我会遇到什么事的话，我不会去的。这件事改变了我的一生。
从洗手间出来，一股巨大的冲力撞得我站立不住，周围没有可以扶持的东西，我在一片惊呼声中跌倒在地。
好痛，手肘大概是撞破了。
在与地面接触的刹那，手肘传来强烈的疼痛。
“对不起，我太不小心了。你怎么样？哪伤着了？”
头晕眼花中，我听到清泉般明澈却又冷冽的声音，我抬头看去。
好……好漂亮。
从来没有想到有人可以美成这样，恐怕连世间最美的女子也要比我眼前的少年逊上几分呢。
“没事，我还好。”我忍着痛想站起来。
他伸手要扶我，却不知情地按上的我的手肘。
“啊——”我忍不住痛得轻呼，眉心也皱了起来。“放手。”
我天生对痛觉很敏感，尽管不想，还是叫了出来。
他忙松开手，改扶住别的地方。
地上不脏，衣服只拍拍浮尘就可以了，可是肘部却不像衣服那么好处理。
“走，到我房里去，我给你包扎一下。”他说。
不知怎么，我就是不想跟随他去，虽说只是处理一下伤口。他给我一种很奇怪的压迫感，让我有丝怯意。
“不了，我回去上点药就可以了。”他推辞道。
“那可不行，你的伤是我不小心造成的。我一定得负责。”他很坚持，弄得我也没法推辞，只好随着他去了。
他就住在希尔顿的总统套房里，不管从哪方面看都不是普通人家的孩子。他看起只有十八岁左右。
让人不解的是，他表情始终冷冷的，寒气一直从眼底透出。
我随他进了房间，他从一个柜子里拿出急救箱。
“把上衣脱了。”他说。口气很强硬，一听就是平时习惯了命令别人。
我依言脱下上衣，左手肘擦坏了好大一块，血色已染红了衬衫。
“你叫什么名字？”他一边包扎一边问道。
“伊飐。”我说。咬牙忍着，好痛，药接触到伤口刺激着神经，真不是一般疼。
看得出他的动作已是尽量温柔，可还是痛。
“好了。”他把绷带打了个结，“回去后经常换药，伤口不要沾水。很快就会愈合的。”
“谢谢你。”
他一愣，眼中明显闪过笑意。“应该是我向你道歉才对，你怎么反而向我道谢来了？”
“也对哦。”我觉得有些不好意思，忙起身告辞职。“我得走了，我的家人还在等我呢。再见。”
他点点头，把我送出门。
“我叫方仲宇。记住我的名字，我们以后还会再见的。“
不多日，有人来我家提亲。
“什么？！”
我惊讶得无以复加。
来人是向我提亲的，是要我嫁给恒世集团的总裁。
我简直要晕了，我可是个男人啊，而且长相又没有一丝一毫的女性化。
“对不起，我不能答应。我不知道你们总裁为什么会做这样的决定，而且我又没见过他……”
“您见过的。”来人打断了我的话。
“我见过？”我怎么不记得。
恒世是一家跨国公司，在黑白两道都有势力，我怎么不记得自己见过恒世的总裁？
“总裁说若您忘了，就提醒您。在不久前，总裁在希尔顿不小心撞到了您。
希尔顿？我惊讶地问：“你们总裁……不会是方仲宇吧？”那个如天使般美丽的人。
“不错。”
我已经不知道该说什么好了。怪不得那时他说我们不久就会见面的，原来在那时他就已经有这个打算了。可是，我也歹也是个堂堂男子汉，怎么可能嫁给另一个男人为妻？
“总裁说过几天他会亲自登门求婚，您只要在家中等候即可。”
那人说完就走了。
我心里乱成一团。
我为什么要在那个时候去洗手间呢？如果我没去，就不会有今天的一切发生。
想起有关他的传闻，我更觉大难临头。
方仲宇是今年初才接任恒世总裁的位子，他的父亲突发脑溢血不治身亡。听说他素来很强硬，只要他决定的事绝无更改的余地。而且，他会为了达到目的用尽任何手段，绝不容许人违背他。
照这样说来，我不是无法改变成为他的妻子的命运吗？我只觉前途一片黑暗。
伊氏虽然在台湾是商界的龙头老大，可是无论如何也比不上恒世的啊。
为什么？他为什么会看上我呢？
“大哥，你放心出去避避风头，我不会让为强迫你做你不愿做的事的。”伊焰揽住我的肩头，满脸的恼怒。
“不，我不能走。”我摇摇头。
“为什么？难道你想……”紫珑焦急地问。
“不是的，我怎么会……”我说不下去了，“我走了以后，我怕方仲宇不会放过你们的。”
父亲发话了，“飐，听你弟弟的，出去躲躲。方仲宇要的是你，你不在他又能拿我们怎么样？”
“我……”
“大哥，放心吧。我们不会有事的。”
在家为的坚持下，我连夜收拾了简单的行李，离开了台湾。
半月后，夏威夷。
在夏威夷的海浪沙滩中，我渐渐放松了紧张的心情。
依照伊焰的话，这半个月来我从来没和家里联系过，不知方仲宇有没有对父亲他们做什么。
我住在一家中等规模的旅馆里，没有住高级的饭店。那样太危险了。
在外面逛了一天，回到旅馆里叫了点东西吃。然后，我就回到了我在顶层的房间。
今天夜的空气里似乎浮动着让人不安的气息，然而疲倦的我以为那只是我的错觉罢了。
夜半。
好难受。全身仿佛被什么压得喘不过气来。手也动不了，好像被什么绑住了似的。
我艰难的张开眼。
“啊……唔……”我惊叫出声，又立刻被堵住。
借着月光，我看清了压在我身上的人。
天啊，怎么会是他？
不错，正是方仲宇，他怎么会找到这里来。
心跳得厉害，我好慌。
双手被绑在床头，他到底想做什么？
“放开我……不……唔……”
我挣扎着，断断续续的连完整的话都说不出来。覆在我唇上的唇夺走了我说话的权利，我在他的强吻下几乎无法呼吸。他的舌伸进来，纠缠着我的，我拼命躲却怎么也逃不掉。.............
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Geoffs Surprise
Geoff's Surprise
This story starts with a young boy 16 years of age, his name is Daniel Landers, Dan as he is called by his friends,stands 6 foot tall, he has auburn hair that is neatly cut, just over the collar, his eyes are hazel, he has a fair complexion, shaves his body free of hair, is one of the best swimmers on the school team. He has a swimmers body and is the envy of all the girls.
Geoffory Flynn, is a 15 year old boy, his friends call him Geoff, He is % feet 9 inches tall, he has jet black hair that come down to the shoulders, it is kept very neat and styled, He has blue eyes that are radiant in the sunshine, he has a sportsman's build, that of a football or baseball player, he has olive colored skin, is the envy of all the girls, and is gay.Geoff, however, has a major crush on Dan.
Dan and Geoff often find themselves in the gym together, they work out and push each other to the limit. They have been best friends since Geoff and his family moved to Orland Park from Australia 10 years ago. they have spent many nights at each others houses.
Dan has never been very modest, when Geoff stays at his house, when they are getting ready for bed, Dan is usually walking around naked, and Geoff does everything he can to avoid staring at Dan's cock, when he closes his eyes, he is face to face with Dan's almost 8 inch hard cock. He has to wait till the last minute to get undressed, hoping that he will not be erect when he takes off his pants.Dan would always insist on Geoff sleeping in the same king size bed, He would say that there is plenty or room for us both. Dan of course being a very sound sleeper was very seldom woken up by anyone or anything.
Geoff would always want Dan to get into bed first, that way he could see what side of the bed he would take, Geoff would always take the far side of the bed away far Dan. Geoff was a very light sleeper and was usually woke up by Dan as he rolled around on the bed. Geoff climbed into bed and they each said good night.
Dan was rolling around trying to get comfortable, he was constantly changing positions, for about the first 20 to 30 minutes after he had gotten into bed.Once he got into a position he liked he would generally never move throughout the night.
Geoff was laying with his back to Dan. He was wanting to go to sleep in the worst way, his dick was saying something else, It was hard and it was looking for attention. Geoff rolled over on his back and wound up right beside Dan, with all the pressure on Geoff, his hard cock, his desire for Dan, and then to feel his body, so soft and warm touching his was almost torture. Geoff was getting hot and he kicked back the covers, that only added to his discomfort, there wad Dan's 8 inch cock tenting his boxers, Geoff could not take his eyes of it his own cock was throbbing, Geoff closed his eyes to try to gather some strength, he decided to lay very still and try to go to sleep. He was starting to doze off when he felt the bed move, his heart nearly stopped as he.....
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This story starts with a young boy 16 years of age, his name is Daniel Landers, Dan as he is called by his friends,stands 6 foot tall, he has auburn hair that is neatly cut, just over the collar, his eyes are hazel, he has a fair complexion, shaves his body free of hair, is one of the best swimmers on the school team. He has a swimmers body and is the envy of all the girls.
Geoffory Flynn, is a 15 year old boy, his friends call him Geoff, He is % feet 9 inches tall, he has jet black hair that come down to the shoulders, it is kept very neat and styled, He has blue eyes that are radiant in the sunshine, he has a sportsman's build, that of a football or baseball player, he has olive colored skin, is the envy of all the girls, and is gay.Geoff, however, has a major crush on Dan.
Dan and Geoff often find themselves in the gym together, they work out and push each other to the limit. They have been best friends since Geoff and his family moved to Orland Park from Australia 10 years ago. they have spent many nights at each others houses.
Dan has never been very modest, when Geoff stays at his house, when they are getting ready for bed, Dan is usually walking around naked, and Geoff does everything he can to avoid staring at Dan's cock, when he closes his eyes, he is face to face with Dan's almost 8 inch hard cock. He has to wait till the last minute to get undressed, hoping that he will not be erect when he takes off his pants.Dan would always insist on Geoff sleeping in the same king size bed, He would say that there is plenty or room for us both. Dan of course being a very sound sleeper was very seldom woken up by anyone or anything.
Geoff would always want Dan to get into bed first, that way he could see what side of the bed he would take, Geoff would always take the far side of the bed away far Dan. Geoff was a very light sleeper and was usually woke up by Dan as he rolled around on the bed. Geoff climbed into bed and they each said good night.
Dan was rolling around trying to get comfortable, he was constantly changing positions, for about the first 20 to 30 minutes after he had gotten into bed.Once he got into a position he liked he would generally never move throughout the night.
Geoff was laying with his back to Dan. He was wanting to go to sleep in the worst way, his dick was saying something else, It was hard and it was looking for attention. Geoff rolled over on his back and wound up right beside Dan, with all the pressure on Geoff, his hard cock, his desire for Dan, and then to feel his body, so soft and warm touching his was almost torture. Geoff was getting hot and he kicked back the covers, that only added to his discomfort, there wad Dan's 8 inch cock tenting his boxers, Geoff could not take his eyes of it his own cock was throbbing, Geoff closed his eyes to try to gather some strength, he decided to lay very still and try to go to sleep. He was starting to doze off when he felt the bed move, his heart nearly stopped as he.....
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013
迷奸弟弟
在这个暑假中，我竟然对自己的弟弟°°也就是平时我最宠爱的凉平，做了一件改变我们之间关系的一件大事︰我竟然对自己的弟弟使出了最下流的手法︰「迷奸」，并还录像存证来胁迫其听命于我，但我个人却对这种关系感到兴奋极了！
究竟为什么我会这样做呢？在大家的眼中我是一个很疼弟弟、很照顾弟弟的好哥哥，在家人、朋友的眼中，我几乎对弟弟已到了溺爱的程度了。但我自己知道，其实我根本就不是一个好哥哥，从小就不知道为何的对弟弟的肉体有着极高的性致。
在小时候，这股欲望尚可压制，但随着年龄的增长，这股欲望也跟随着而成长，渐渐的我压抑不住了，我常藉以各种机会来碰触或是窥视弟弟的肉体。
每 年暑假我一定会带着弟弟去学游泳，而且都一定学最早的班级，我每次都借着在那简陋的更衣室外行保护之责，但却监守自盗、自己看个过瘾。每当我贴在门缝中 窥看着凉平那日益成熟的身体，心里都一直想着何时才能拥有这日渐诱人的身体。 在上课之时，因为是早上６︰００的课，所以老师几乎都随便教教就回去办公室喝茶、吃早餐了，再加上早上的学生很少，所以只剩下几只小猫，东游西游的，好不 轻松，而我就趁此机会，以教导可爱的弟弟泳技为由，实则变相的吃豆腐之计。像借着教其打水为由，却正大光明的看着其两股之间的律动，看着那因水而紧贴在密 部的泳裤，那清晰的痕迹足以令我赏析到那秘密的肉棒，看的我血脉贲张，真恨不得将泳裤撕碎；接着我更利用教其仰式时，一边牵引着弟弟那细嫩的手，一边则专 注的注视着那突出水面的胸部，及他的突出点，唯一不同的是随着凉平年纪的成长，那两股之间偶尔有会看到几根鬈曲的阴毛。但随着凉平升上高中后，因结交了不 少好友，而渐渐地和我有点疏远了，不再像以前一般的无所不谈，甚至连最基本的抱抱也都不见了，甚至还听到传闻，有几位女生正努力的追求着弟弟。
眼看着自己最疼爱的弟弟就即将与我渐行渐远了，我的心里焦急异常，可是又苦于无可奈何，我总不能捧着一束花，去对他说︰「我爱你」吧！这样保证我一定会被赶出家门。 就在这种心情很差的状况下，我致力于课业上的研究，我念的是化学系。
在 我大三的那一年，我凭着这种话悲愤为力量的心境及自己的聪明才智，竟自行研发出强力的「哥罗芳」以及所谓的强奸药片「ＦＭ２」；本来我试想打算将其毁之 的，但想想就算得不到凉平，也还有其它人啊，于是我便利用实验器的仪器，自己做了不少制成品。但就在我快要放弃对弟弟的野心时，上天竟给了我一次机会，那 就是我的父母要趁凉平升高二、我升大四的这个暑假，去环游世界三个月，他们俩当然很放心的将弟弟留给我这个非常宠爱弟弟的人照顾了，只是他们万万没有想 到，我连凉平的肉体与精神都一并好好的「照顾了！」
７月１日，今天就是我的父母去环游世界的日子了，他们把存款簿和印章 交给了我，并交代我要好好的照顾弟弟后，便开心的搭机出国了。在开车回家的途中，我的 心里充满了高涨的情欲，脑袋中想的是如何得到那我朝思暮想的肉体。 一回到家，看看时间才下午三点，而凉平因今天毕业典礼，典礼结束后则打算和同学去逛街，大概８、９点才会回来。此时我的心中已经酝酿一个非常完美的计划， 既可以狠狠的奸淫凉平、又可将他调教成为同性恋，最重要的一点是︰我绝对不会被怀疑。
９︰３０分，凉平以轻快的脚步走向 家里，嘴边还清哼着歌曲。忽地有一 条人影看到凉平走向电梯时，猛快的爬着楼梯向上奔驰至８楼，一边奔跑一边套上头套、手套，不一会，那位不知名者已经气定神闲的站在８楼的电梯门边，看着一 路直升至６楼的电梯，他缓缓的从口袋中取出一条手帕交付左手，右手则握紧拳头。「哔～～」的一声，电梯门开启了，凉平依然一副轻快的模样，丝毫不知道大难 临头。当他一走出电梯时，那位不知名人士，迅速地从后方逼近他，左手以迅雷不及掩耳之速，以手帕掩住其口鼻，右手则仅仅的抱住他的身躯、包含两手在内，只 见凉平剧烈的挣扎一会儿，便昏迷无力的倒在那位人士的怀里了。
接着只看到那位不知名人士，急忙地从腰掏出钥匙，抱着凉平 进入家门了。一进到家门，连忙将大门锁紧，一脱下头套、手套后，一看，就是我嘛！ 原来当初我所想到的计划就是︰为了避免自己受到怀疑，而又要奸淫弟弟，所以我决定先在外面将凉平以自制的迷药迷昏，再快速的拖进已经过我改装的房间尽情奸 淫，这样一方面可以藉安慰他的机会，再寻找另一下手的时机；另一方面，更可以使凉平自我羞愧，所以就不用怕有人在此绝佳良机来干扰了！
当 我一进家门后，我马上将身上所穿之衣物，包含头套、手套都一并以火烧之，完全不留下任何证据。接着我把昏迷不醒的弟弟，抱进我特别精心设计的房间，也就 是我原本的房间，只见我的房间内摆了一张大床，和一张沙发，我把原本的家具都搬到客房去放，再将墙壁上全部用新的壁纸贴上。
接着我把凉平轻放在沙发上，我望着已昏迷不醒的弟弟，心想就算我现在对他做什么，凉平都是没有知觉的。
于是，我把凉平再度抱起，让凉平整个人面朝下、背朝上的趴在沙发上，接着我把凉平的屁股抬起，并跨坐于他屁股后面；我看着那高高翘起的屁股，缓缓的将裤子 拉下，凉平那雪白的大腿、美妙的肉体曲线，看得我欲火中烧，不由掀至看到内裤包围在....
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究竟为什么我会这样做呢？在大家的眼中我是一个很疼弟弟、很照顾弟弟的好哥哥，在家人、朋友的眼中，我几乎对弟弟已到了溺爱的程度了。但我自己知道，其实我根本就不是一个好哥哥，从小就不知道为何的对弟弟的肉体有着极高的性致。
在小时候，这股欲望尚可压制，但随着年龄的增长，这股欲望也跟随着而成长，渐渐的我压抑不住了，我常藉以各种机会来碰触或是窥视弟弟的肉体。
每 年暑假我一定会带着弟弟去学游泳，而且都一定学最早的班级，我每次都借着在那简陋的更衣室外行保护之责，但却监守自盗、自己看个过瘾。每当我贴在门缝中 窥看着凉平那日益成熟的身体，心里都一直想着何时才能拥有这日渐诱人的身体。 在上课之时，因为是早上６︰００的课，所以老师几乎都随便教教就回去办公室喝茶、吃早餐了，再加上早上的学生很少，所以只剩下几只小猫，东游西游的，好不 轻松，而我就趁此机会，以教导可爱的弟弟泳技为由，实则变相的吃豆腐之计。像借着教其打水为由，却正大光明的看着其两股之间的律动，看着那因水而紧贴在密 部的泳裤，那清晰的痕迹足以令我赏析到那秘密的肉棒，看的我血脉贲张，真恨不得将泳裤撕碎；接着我更利用教其仰式时，一边牵引着弟弟那细嫩的手，一边则专 注的注视着那突出水面的胸部，及他的突出点，唯一不同的是随着凉平年纪的成长，那两股之间偶尔有会看到几根鬈曲的阴毛。但随着凉平升上高中后，因结交了不 少好友，而渐渐地和我有点疏远了，不再像以前一般的无所不谈，甚至连最基本的抱抱也都不见了，甚至还听到传闻，有几位女生正努力的追求着弟弟。
眼看着自己最疼爱的弟弟就即将与我渐行渐远了，我的心里焦急异常，可是又苦于无可奈何，我总不能捧着一束花，去对他说︰「我爱你」吧！这样保证我一定会被赶出家门。 就在这种心情很差的状况下，我致力于课业上的研究，我念的是化学系。
在 我大三的那一年，我凭着这种话悲愤为力量的心境及自己的聪明才智，竟自行研发出强力的「哥罗芳」以及所谓的强奸药片「ＦＭ２」；本来我试想打算将其毁之 的，但想想就算得不到凉平，也还有其它人啊，于是我便利用实验器的仪器，自己做了不少制成品。但就在我快要放弃对弟弟的野心时，上天竟给了我一次机会，那 就是我的父母要趁凉平升高二、我升大四的这个暑假，去环游世界三个月，他们俩当然很放心的将弟弟留给我这个非常宠爱弟弟的人照顾了，只是他们万万没有想 到，我连凉平的肉体与精神都一并好好的「照顾了！」
７月１日，今天就是我的父母去环游世界的日子了，他们把存款簿和印章 交给了我，并交代我要好好的照顾弟弟后，便开心的搭机出国了。在开车回家的途中，我的 心里充满了高涨的情欲，脑袋中想的是如何得到那我朝思暮想的肉体。 一回到家，看看时间才下午三点，而凉平因今天毕业典礼，典礼结束后则打算和同学去逛街，大概８、９点才会回来。此时我的心中已经酝酿一个非常完美的计划， 既可以狠狠的奸淫凉平、又可将他调教成为同性恋，最重要的一点是︰我绝对不会被怀疑。
９︰３０分，凉平以轻快的脚步走向 家里，嘴边还清哼着歌曲。忽地有一 条人影看到凉平走向电梯时，猛快的爬着楼梯向上奔驰至８楼，一边奔跑一边套上头套、手套，不一会，那位不知名者已经气定神闲的站在８楼的电梯门边，看着一 路直升至６楼的电梯，他缓缓的从口袋中取出一条手帕交付左手，右手则握紧拳头。「哔～～」的一声，电梯门开启了，凉平依然一副轻快的模样，丝毫不知道大难 临头。当他一走出电梯时，那位不知名人士，迅速地从后方逼近他，左手以迅雷不及掩耳之速，以手帕掩住其口鼻，右手则仅仅的抱住他的身躯、包含两手在内，只 见凉平剧烈的挣扎一会儿，便昏迷无力的倒在那位人士的怀里了。
接着只看到那位不知名人士，急忙地从腰掏出钥匙，抱着凉平 进入家门了。一进到家门，连忙将大门锁紧，一脱下头套、手套后，一看，就是我嘛！ 原来当初我所想到的计划就是︰为了避免自己受到怀疑，而又要奸淫弟弟，所以我决定先在外面将凉平以自制的迷药迷昏，再快速的拖进已经过我改装的房间尽情奸 淫，这样一方面可以藉安慰他的机会，再寻找另一下手的时机；另一方面，更可以使凉平自我羞愧，所以就不用怕有人在此绝佳良机来干扰了！
当 我一进家门后，我马上将身上所穿之衣物，包含头套、手套都一并以火烧之，完全不留下任何证据。接着我把昏迷不醒的弟弟，抱进我特别精心设计的房间，也就 是我原本的房间，只见我的房间内摆了一张大床，和一张沙发，我把原本的家具都搬到客房去放，再将墙壁上全部用新的壁纸贴上。
接着我把凉平轻放在沙发上，我望着已昏迷不醒的弟弟，心想就算我现在对他做什么，凉平都是没有知觉的。
于是，我把凉平再度抱起，让凉平整个人面朝下、背朝上的趴在沙发上，接着我把凉平的屁股抬起，并跨坐于他屁股后面；我看着那高高翘起的屁股，缓缓的将裤子 拉下，凉平那雪白的大腿、美妙的肉体曲线，看得我欲火中烧，不由掀至看到内裤包围在....
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Pub Visit
Paul lay there, wondering what would happen next.
It was not as if he could do anything about it.
He was naked, blindfolded with his wrists tied to the pockets and his ankles tied to the feet of the pool table in the pub's back room. His cock was hard and aching from anticipation, trapped beneath him throbbing against the green felt, a damp patch forming where he leaked precum.
At least the pub's empty, he thought to himself.
All my own fault really, he thought, wonder what he's doing.
He could hear Iain moving about, sounded like he was tidying up, which seemed reasonable as it was after hours.
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He had arrived by train about a quarter to nine, the pub was only a two minute walk from the station.
He had walked in and stood at the end of the bar, Iain nodded and said, "be with you in a sec".
He finished serving the customer and walked over, "what can i get you" he asked "a vodka tonic please", Paul replied.
He stood at the bar and had a drink, then another and chatted with Iain when he wasnt busy, closing time approached and last orders were called, Paul got a last drink and slowly enjoyed it.
Iain began to chase people to finish their drinks and go.
Paul thought to himself, "I was right he doesnt recognise me".
Iain came over and said, "come on then, finish up means you too", Paul took a folded note from his pocket and handed it to Iain, he had written the note on the train.
Iain looked at it and read what was written, "I thought you said you'd recognise me, the fat slut from Edinburgh?"
Iain looked at him, recognition dawning in his eyes and without saying anything motioned him to come along, Paul followed Iain into the pub's back room.
Once through the door Iain grabbed Paul by the balls and told him to "strip, now".
Paul did as he was told and began to strip, the last stragglers were finishing up and leaving.
Iain said "be naked when i get back" then left. Paul heard the doors closing and being locked.
Iain returned and paul was standing in a pair of pink panties and black thigh high stockings and black shoes with 3 inch heels, with an obvious hardon tenting the panties.
Iain grabbed him and bent.....
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It was not as if he could do anything about it.
He was naked, blindfolded with his wrists tied to the pockets and his ankles tied to the feet of the pool table in the pub's back room. His cock was hard and aching from anticipation, trapped beneath him throbbing against the green felt, a damp patch forming where he leaked precum.
At least the pub's empty, he thought to himself.
All my own fault really, he thought, wonder what he's doing.
He could hear Iain moving about, sounded like he was tidying up, which seemed reasonable as it was after hours.
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He had arrived by train about a quarter to nine, the pub was only a two minute walk from the station.
He had walked in and stood at the end of the bar, Iain nodded and said, "be with you in a sec".
He finished serving the customer and walked over, "what can i get you" he asked "a vodka tonic please", Paul replied.
He stood at the bar and had a drink, then another and chatted with Iain when he wasnt busy, closing time approached and last orders were called, Paul got a last drink and slowly enjoyed it.
Iain began to chase people to finish their drinks and go.
Paul thought to himself, "I was right he doesnt recognise me".
Iain came over and said, "come on then, finish up means you too", Paul took a folded note from his pocket and handed it to Iain, he had written the note on the train.
Iain looked at it and read what was written, "I thought you said you'd recognise me, the fat slut from Edinburgh?"
Iain looked at him, recognition dawning in his eyes and without saying anything motioned him to come along, Paul followed Iain into the pub's back room.
Once through the door Iain grabbed Paul by the balls and told him to "strip, now".
Paul did as he was told and began to strip, the last stragglers were finishing up and leaving.
Iain said "be naked when i get back" then left. Paul heard the doors closing and being locked.
Iain returned and paul was standing in a pair of pink panties and black thigh high stockings and black shoes with 3 inch heels, with an obvious hardon tenting the panties.
Iain grabbed him and bent.....
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Monday, July 15, 2013
當兵時幫健壯的學長口交
我退伍已經好幾年了，當兵對一個Gay而言，是苦也是甜，苦的是體能上的操練，甜的是處在一群充滿陽剛氣息、肌肉黝黑結實的阿兵哥之中，每天都有眼睛吃霜
淇淋的機會。我是憲兵4xx梯次的大專兵，在當兵這一年十個半月的役期裏，曾經有過幾次與連上弟兄特別的性經驗，現在讓我再回味一次，也與各位同志朋友一
起分享。我下的連隊在北部一個偏僻的鄉鎮，整個連共有一百多個士官兵，負責周圍幾個鄉的軍紀，因爲地處偏僻，沒有太多上級的督導，整個連隊儼然成了一個小
小部落，每天過著上下哨、操操課的單調乏味的生活，但日子也過的還算平順、清閒。我們的連隊是以前私人公司職員宿舍所改建的，一間大約有七、八坪，套房式
的，除了四張上下鋪鐵床還有衛浴廁所和木制櫃子，環境比起其他的軍營算是很乾淨又舒適了。班長和一個班兵住在對面的房間，其他七、八個班兵則睡另一間。我
和其他五個同班弟兄睡一間，還好我的班長外貌和身材都還好，否則我一定要極力爭取去住與他同一間的機會。每到了夏天，我身體裏的欲望之蟲就蠢蠢欲動，每天
總是可以與一群有著健美肌肉的弟兄近距離的接觸。例如早晨的五千公尺跑步回來，每個人結實的肌肉上流著大片油亮亮的汗水又疲累的大口喘氣，實在很誘惑我聯
想成他們在激烈的床上運動時的汗水淋漓。又當我們在操練擒拿、摔角課時總是脫去上衣打赤膊，有胸肌特別飽滿、壯大的弟兄總是會被其他無聊愛開玩笑的阿兵哥
“捏一把”“搓一下”，甚至被捉捏乳頭，讓在一旁看得目瞪口呆的我好生羡慕，羡慕那開玩笑的阿兵哥的“手氣”以及大胸肌弟兄的好身材。
所以，每到夏天，即使白天體能上的負擔往往讓人吃不消，但在這重重的“人肉市場”的誘惑下，晚上的我還是常常趁著洗澡時，或是衆弟兄就寢後，起來到廁所好
好的回想白天的“豔遇”同時“自我安慰”一番。記得在軍隊中的第一次性經驗是與我班上的屆退學長連成。我們其他班兵都與他不很熟，因爲他已經算是老兵了，
馬上就要退伍，所以常常放一些各種名目的假，也就不常見到他。有一天我報備下來辦公，處理一些公務的空檔，回到寢室拿些東西，順便打個混、看看班上最喜歡
買一些鹹濕黃色雜誌、漫畫回來“用”的進順，有沒有又在他的枕頭下藏一些什麽新的好看的。走進寢室沒有人，但廁所傳來沖澡的聲音，連成學長的床上散了一些
便服及袋子。正當我想是他剛收假回來時，水聲沒了，我一轉身，啪的一聲，廁所的門開了，連成學長邊用毛巾擦幹頭髮邊走出來，他的身材很高，大約有180公
分，他的胸肌非常的厚實且形狀圓圓的很漂亮，手臂也有豐厚的肌肉，這是我第一次正面看到他這麽好的身材，更重要的是他連內褲也沒有穿！他看到我，有點驚
訝，可是也沒有想要遮掩的意思，他還是一邊擦身體一邊對我說：「我以爲沒有人在。」然後緩緩的拿起他剛剛放在床上的深藍色子彈形內褲穿上，他斜斜的笑問我
說：「很大只喔？」我也笑著回答說：「學長真的很大只。」他的那根還真的蠻大只的，還沒勃起就如此，真不知道硬起來有多壯觀，邊想我的那根也開始有點變硬
了，心裏面有點緊張，又有點興奮。「學長快退伍了喔。」我不知道和他說什麽，只好用這句話當引子。事實上因爲不常見到他，也因爲之前憲兵部隊裏的學長學弟
制很重，我對他這種老學長很尊敬也很怕，不常與他聊天。但連成學長其實長得很俊美，濃眉薄唇，雖然話不多，但是對我們這些學弟其實還算好。「再半個月。」
他邊說邊低頭整理衣物，沒有要再穿任何衣褲的樣子，站起身把衣服拿進衣櫃裏吊起，吊完衣服，他面向我，低頭看著自己的身體，舉手從腹肌撫摸到左塊胸肌，我
看得冷汗直流，他大力拍著自己的胸部肌肉，啪！啪！厚厚重重的兩聲，他驕傲的對我說：「怎麽樣？漂不漂亮﹖」我努力克制自己的聲音與褲襠裏的那一根硬物，
說：「學長你的身材真好。」他聽我如此奉承他，自己也很得意，於是更縮腹、胸挺得更高，得意自戀的上下打量自己的身材，一邊邊用手撫觸。他接著說：「剛剛
我收假回來，看到我的枕頭旁有一本“好看的”，看得我馬上就給他硬得想要打手槍。」我才發現他床上一堆衣物中，還有一本半攤開的日本小本黃色雜誌，他邊說
邊拿給我看，我笑著說這是那個死進順買回來給大家享用的。連成學長走過來，把雜誌攤開給我看，勾著我的肩膀，我不自在的翻看幾頁，他笑著說：「你們都用這
個來打手槍喔？」我苦笑著說：「大家都一樣嘛，你沒看有幾頁都有“小”射......
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Young Ben And Older Bob
So there I was, living away from home for the first time, studying
engineering at University.Initially it felt strange not knowing anyone,
but friendships formed quickly, some out of necessity, some taking a bit
longer and some to last a long time. Having easy access to friendly young
women was fantastic but that is not what this tale is about. You see I also
had an interest in older men. This is a true story about what was at first
a friendship between myself (a student) and Bob, a senior university
lecturer, which later became a bit more than just friendship.
It was great having lectures in the lovely old building which was to become my educational home for the next 3 years. I felt really important as a engineering undergraduate. My week was full of lectures most of which were enjoyable.On the whole the lecturers were enthusiastic and friendly, but there was one lecturer who stood out, it was almost as if he devoted his life to his job, giving students that helping hand that some, if not all, needed.
He was always accommodating, even running to cups of tea between lectures in his small study, for anyone who cared to knock on his door.A while later I found out he invited students to his home for chats and general discussion, and on a few occasions I did go along, only to find the lounge packed to the rafters !Of course I was too busy chasing the fairer sex to spend any time doing anything else, missing some of those 'early' nine o'clock lectures as a result.
On the odd occasion that I did bump into Bob when I was between lectures, he would without fail invite me in for a cup of tea which I sometimes took up, and sometimes declined, but I always thought about it. Now that I was at university, my self esteem was high and I was really enjoying life. I flattered myself that this small amount of attention I was getting from Bob, was in some way a message from him that he wanted to see a bit more of me. As time passed I allowed these thoughts to grow inside of me.
My freshman first year came and went and all too soon it was Christmas at the end of the first term of my second year. There was a engineering department dinner/disco to which most students and many of the teaching department attended, including Bob.I made sure I did plenty of mixing, chatting to everyone, including Bob, indeed we chatted in a small group for quite a while.During this chat I made my excuses for a genuine reason to visit the little boys room, as I was desperate to have a pee.
Almost as soon as I started relieving myself, Bob was alongside me at the next urinal.I looked up and in the same moment said 'Oh Hi' and having just been chatting to him I gave him a big smile.As I looked into his face I noticed his gaze was down below watching me relieve myself.Under normal circumstances if two chaps bumped into to each other in the toilets, then they would say hello and perhaps steal a glance at each other, but no more than that.
Well whatever the circumstances were, I had had quite a lot to drink and I had lost some of my inhibitions.After I noticed Bob looking down at me, I unhooked the top of my trousers and pushed the front of my pants down to expose myself further, in fact I cupped my hand under my balls, now pushing everything into clear view.I wanted him to have a really good look. I turned again to Bob and his gaze down below was unwavering as if it were the most natural thing in the world. While shaking the last drip off, I played with myself for more than a few seconds before zipping up and returning to the melee.
By the end of the evening I was somewhat tipsy and was wondering how I was going to get home. Out of nowhere Bob appeared and offered me a lift back which I was grateful to accept.On the way back he asked if I'd like a coffee at his place which I said yes to. Now I was starting to sober up and wondering if I had made the right choice, in fact I was a little nervous. At Bob' house we looked at a few photo albums, then he showed me around the house.We went upstairs and explained that he was doing a bit of renovation work, but the spare room had no bed.He showed me every room except his bedroom.
Bob then said I could stay over if I wanted to.I did think about it for a moment but I lost my nerve saying no I had better get back as the next day I needed to be up early which was true. In retrospect I could have stayed as I know Bob would have given me a lift back at any time I cared to mention. I lost my nerve mainly because I didn't know Bob well enough. I think I was worried that if anything of an intimate nature had happened between us then I wasn't sure what the affect would be on our student / lecturer relationship.
As the three years of my course was nearing completion I had started to get to know Bob more as a friend and less as a teacher, I repected him completely, I learned that he was utterly trustworthy and later I learned he was totally discrete. After I left university I made sure I kept in touch. Then a couple of years later I rang him out of the blue and invited myself for a flying visit on the pretext I was travelling through, which as a matter of fact I was.Now a little older and wiser, I had overcome what ever reservations I had had previously and I wanted to make myself available to Bob . This was of course if Bob wanted it too, that I didn't know, but I wanted to find out.
Upon my arrival it was obvious he hadn't forgotten me which was very gratifying and as usual he was very accommodating and put me in his spare room which now had a bed !We went out for the evening and had a very nice meal, then it was back to his place.We had coffee and chatted, but then it was late and time to retire to bed.After washing and brushing up I jumped naked into my bed in the spare room, but left my door open and light on as if I was having a quick read before lights out.
Within a couple of minutes Bob...............
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It was great having lectures in the lovely old building which was to become my educational home for the next 3 years. I felt really important as a engineering undergraduate. My week was full of lectures most of which were enjoyable.On the whole the lecturers were enthusiastic and friendly, but there was one lecturer who stood out, it was almost as if he devoted his life to his job, giving students that helping hand that some, if not all, needed.
He was always accommodating, even running to cups of tea between lectures in his small study, for anyone who cared to knock on his door.A while later I found out he invited students to his home for chats and general discussion, and on a few occasions I did go along, only to find the lounge packed to the rafters !Of course I was too busy chasing the fairer sex to spend any time doing anything else, missing some of those 'early' nine o'clock lectures as a result.
On the odd occasion that I did bump into Bob when I was between lectures, he would without fail invite me in for a cup of tea which I sometimes took up, and sometimes declined, but I always thought about it. Now that I was at university, my self esteem was high and I was really enjoying life. I flattered myself that this small amount of attention I was getting from Bob, was in some way a message from him that he wanted to see a bit more of me. As time passed I allowed these thoughts to grow inside of me.
My freshman first year came and went and all too soon it was Christmas at the end of the first term of my second year. There was a engineering department dinner/disco to which most students and many of the teaching department attended, including Bob.I made sure I did plenty of mixing, chatting to everyone, including Bob, indeed we chatted in a small group for quite a while.During this chat I made my excuses for a genuine reason to visit the little boys room, as I was desperate to have a pee.
Almost as soon as I started relieving myself, Bob was alongside me at the next urinal.I looked up and in the same moment said 'Oh Hi' and having just been chatting to him I gave him a big smile.As I looked into his face I noticed his gaze was down below watching me relieve myself.Under normal circumstances if two chaps bumped into to each other in the toilets, then they would say hello and perhaps steal a glance at each other, but no more than that.
Well whatever the circumstances were, I had had quite a lot to drink and I had lost some of my inhibitions.After I noticed Bob looking down at me, I unhooked the top of my trousers and pushed the front of my pants down to expose myself further, in fact I cupped my hand under my balls, now pushing everything into clear view.I wanted him to have a really good look. I turned again to Bob and his gaze down below was unwavering as if it were the most natural thing in the world. While shaking the last drip off, I played with myself for more than a few seconds before zipping up and returning to the melee.
By the end of the evening I was somewhat tipsy and was wondering how I was going to get home. Out of nowhere Bob appeared and offered me a lift back which I was grateful to accept.On the way back he asked if I'd like a coffee at his place which I said yes to. Now I was starting to sober up and wondering if I had made the right choice, in fact I was a little nervous. At Bob' house we looked at a few photo albums, then he showed me around the house.We went upstairs and explained that he was doing a bit of renovation work, but the spare room had no bed.He showed me every room except his bedroom.
Bob then said I could stay over if I wanted to.I did think about it for a moment but I lost my nerve saying no I had better get back as the next day I needed to be up early which was true. In retrospect I could have stayed as I know Bob would have given me a lift back at any time I cared to mention. I lost my nerve mainly because I didn't know Bob well enough. I think I was worried that if anything of an intimate nature had happened between us then I wasn't sure what the affect would be on our student / lecturer relationship.
As the three years of my course was nearing completion I had started to get to know Bob more as a friend and less as a teacher, I repected him completely, I learned that he was utterly trustworthy and later I learned he was totally discrete. After I left university I made sure I kept in touch. Then a couple of years later I rang him out of the blue and invited myself for a flying visit on the pretext I was travelling through, which as a matter of fact I was.Now a little older and wiser, I had overcome what ever reservations I had had previously and I wanted to make myself available to Bob . This was of course if Bob wanted it too, that I didn't know, but I wanted to find out.
Upon my arrival it was obvious he hadn't forgotten me which was very gratifying and as usual he was very accommodating and put me in his spare room which now had a bed !We went out for the evening and had a very nice meal, then it was back to his place.We had coffee and chatted, but then it was late and time to retire to bed.After washing and brushing up I jumped naked into my bed in the spare room, but left my door open and light on as if I was having a quick read before lights out.
Within a couple of minutes Bob...............
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Sunday, July 14, 2013
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男技师一进门就脱衣
“就是按摩啊，快餐300，时间不限定。”电话里的阿斌显得十分热情，约定我在五一广场某银行附近见面，甚至还邀请一起共进晚餐。很快，我再次来到 先前暗 访过的“好男儿会所”。一进门，老板阿斌将我带入客间，问我是要“1”还是“0”服务(同性恋群体中1代表男性角色，0代表女性角色)，并告诉记者他这里 的技师都是“全活儿”，记者不解，他就解释“全活儿”是指不光可以发生性关系，还可以赠送按摩，价格是300元。经过一番交谈后，我以刚入行不久为由，向 阿斌推荐了先前来会所的男子，这个清秀的男生一进入房间后就开始脱鞋脱衣，并说先去冲个澡，然后就提供服务。大约10分钟后，他冲完澡就赤裸着坐在床上做 出准备的架势，屋里面灯光有些暗，他身材很瘦削，皮肤很白皙，脸蛋长得很好看，有点像女孩子，还带着一丝羞涩，年纪很轻，皮肤很紧也很细嫩，很害羞的躺在 床上，赤裸着白白嫩嫩的肉体，我过去摸着他身上光滑的肌肤
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“就是按摩啊，快餐300，时间不限定。”电话里的阿斌显得十分热情，约定我在五一广场某银行附近见面，甚至还邀请一起共进晚餐。很快，我再次来到 先前暗 访过的“好男儿会所”。一进门，老板阿斌将我带入客间，问我是要“1”还是“0”服务(同性恋群体中1代表男性角色，0代表女性角色)，并告诉记者他这里 的技师都是“全活儿”，记者不解，他就解释“全活儿”是指不光可以发生性关系，还可以赠送按摩，价格是300元。经过一番交谈后，我以刚入行不久为由，向 阿斌推荐了先前来会所的男子，这个清秀的男生一进入房间后就开始脱鞋脱衣，并说先去冲个澡，然后就提供服务。大约10分钟后，他冲完澡就赤裸着坐在床上做 出准备的架势，屋里面灯光有些暗，他身材很瘦削，皮肤很白皙，脸蛋长得很好看，有点像女孩子，还带着一丝羞涩，年纪很轻，皮肤很紧也很细嫩，很害羞的躺在 床上，赤裸着白白嫩嫩的肉体，我过去摸着他身上光滑的肌肤
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In Praise Of My Penis
I want to sing a hymn of praise to my penis. Call him what you will -
cock, prick, pecker, cherry-capped dangler, knobbly ape - he is the
source of most of the pleasure of my waking hours.
And in fact of many of my sleeping hours too. I swear he never sleeps. How many times do I wake up to find him up and throbbing, stabbing the mattress, demanding my attention once more?
He is so faithful. Mornings, he wants me to stroke him the moment I wake, or maybe he will respond with a tingle as the water from the shower hits him. The phone rings and he's twitching, hoping it will be one of my lovers who will talk dirty with me, or make a date for later on when my penis knows he will be the star attraction.
During the day, so many things seem to stimulate him - sights and sounds and smells. And then he will nudge me impatiently, wanting me to stroke him, hold him, grip him, squeeze him, pump him till my spunk rises once more. Sometimes I chide him gently. "For godsake, we are in a public place!" "Or, I can't! Not here! Not now!" but he swells with pride and blood anyway, and I am left with a problem that has only one solution.
Evenings, he starts to get hard again the minute I sit at my pc. He knows he is in for a treat: delicious porn pics, videos and stories, chats with other horny guys who drive him crazy with their fantasies of bubblebuttboiz and sissyboiz, steamy encounters in public toilets, cocks poked thru glory holes and the rest. Evening is when he is happiest, because he knows he and I will edge for hours teasing each other as we hold still seconds before that moment when it is too late to stop. Sometimes he teases me too. He will start to subside as if to remind me that he, not I, is in control. But he never lets me down. Even detumescent, he thrills me. In fact, sometimes he becomes even MORE sensitive and responsive when he is soft. And then, he sees something on the screen, or listens to one more account of sodomizing a willing prettyboi, and he comes up hard again, pulsating and twitching, driving us both crazy as we edge close to climax once more.
But for him, my beloved penis, my feisty................................................
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And in fact of many of my sleeping hours too. I swear he never sleeps. How many times do I wake up to find him up and throbbing, stabbing the mattress, demanding my attention once more?
He is so faithful. Mornings, he wants me to stroke him the moment I wake, or maybe he will respond with a tingle as the water from the shower hits him. The phone rings and he's twitching, hoping it will be one of my lovers who will talk dirty with me, or make a date for later on when my penis knows he will be the star attraction.
During the day, so many things seem to stimulate him - sights and sounds and smells. And then he will nudge me impatiently, wanting me to stroke him, hold him, grip him, squeeze him, pump him till my spunk rises once more. Sometimes I chide him gently. "For godsake, we are in a public place!" "Or, I can't! Not here! Not now!" but he swells with pride and blood anyway, and I am left with a problem that has only one solution.
Evenings, he starts to get hard again the minute I sit at my pc. He knows he is in for a treat: delicious porn pics, videos and stories, chats with other horny guys who drive him crazy with their fantasies of bubblebuttboiz and sissyboiz, steamy encounters in public toilets, cocks poked thru glory holes and the rest. Evening is when he is happiest, because he knows he and I will edge for hours teasing each other as we hold still seconds before that moment when it is too late to stop. Sometimes he teases me too. He will start to subside as if to remind me that he, not I, is in control. But he never lets me down. Even detumescent, he thrills me. In fact, sometimes he becomes even MORE sensitive and responsive when he is soft. And then, he sees something on the screen, or listens to one more account of sodomizing a willing prettyboi, and he comes up hard again, pulsating and twitching, driving us both crazy as we edge close to climax once more.
But for him, my beloved penis, my feisty................................................
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Monday, July 8, 2013
校园同志小说：纯粹性释放？
这是一个新的学期，莫逆的班里整体调换了座位，莫逆的旁边换上了一个黑黑瘦瘦的男生，眼睛不大，寸头，有棱有角。细看之下，莫逆发现他还是挺帅的。要不是因为周身有一股痞痞的气场让人有些不敢靠近，莫逆早就上前打招呼作自我介绍了。
坐在一起已经半个上午了，但两人还是没有说话，一直到快放学的时候，那男生才假装在不经意间扭过头来，问道：“你叫啥？”
莫逆愣了愣，说：“莫逆，你呢？”
“我叫刘。”
“哦。”
这便是莫逆和刘的第一次对话，很不幸地落入了俗套，平淡之极。
同桌的日子就这样开始了，初一的生活跟六年级没有什么不同，处于由小学到中学的转型时期。平常莫逆和刘的对话，无非也就是学校，家庭。刘的学习 不是很好，可是却也不怎么向莫逆请教，总是一个人闷头做题。而莫逆呢，虽然每一次考试都比刘高很多，可是心里还是有一种惴惴不安，担心会考得不如刘。每当 看到刘在做一道题目的时候，莫逆心里总会在想，是不是刘最近开始用功了？是不是下次考试刘就会超过自己了？不由自主的，莫逆心里就有了紧张。
当然了，除了这种学习上的紧张感，还有莫逆天生对男生的好感，尤其是刘这样痞痞的身体壮实的男孩子。俗话说男人不坏……额小受不爱，莫逆好几次幻想着伸手上去摸摸刘的健康黝黑的脸，或者仅仅是摸摸他有着肌肉线条的胳膊。
这所私立中学有着极高的升学率但是也有着极差的硬件设施，教室里的木质桌椅被磨得千疮百孔，墙上天蓝色的油漆也是斑斑驳驳，墙边的暖气片上更是锈迹鳞鳞。
莫逆对刘有冲动，可是不知道刘有没有，不过很快莫逆得到了验证，尽管一开始莫逆以为那只是错觉。
那是一个很平常很平常的下午，莫逆和刘的关系趋于缓和后的一天。那天莫逆正在做题，突然间感觉胳膊肘凉凉的，心里一抖，莫逆发现是刘在摸自己胳膊。由于是夏天，大家都穿着学校的夏季校服，是白色的短袖，袖口是一圈蓝色。
莫逆心里有些讶然，也有些激动，他按捺住自己内心的亢奋，回头看看刘，就见他有些尴尬地笑着说：“你皮肤真滑。”
“嗯……”莫逆也笑笑，刘又摸了几下，便收手了。
一旦有了开端，往后的事情便如决堤的洪水一般，莫逆经常能够被刘“上下其手”，有时候是摸胳膊肘，有时候是摸摸脸，再捏一捏，还有时候……刘的 手顺着莫逆的袖口就钻了进去，痒得莫逆叫了出来，一下子吸引了周围人的注意。莫逆和刘赶紧低下头，莫逆捂着嘴偷笑，刘也红着脸假装写东西。
莫逆和刘都住校，但是不在同一个宿舍。
每天莫逆都一个人来往于教室，食堂和宿舍，其实他还是挺想和刘一起走的，毕竟有个伴儿可以一起说说话，聊聊天。可是每天一放学，刘便忙不迭得跑出教室，和他的几个朋友一起走了。莫逆摊摊手，只得自己一个人收拾书包。
在这所私立学校里，每个宿舍要住八个人，宿舍的空间还很狭窄，墙壁上钉着几个大铁柜子，窗台下是一张边角的木皮都卷起来了的木质长桌，上面是厚 厚的一层土，宿舍的空气中弥漫着腐烂和酸臭的味道。莫逆走进宿舍，径直奔到窗户边，打开窗户透气，要不然这一屋的有毒气体能活活熏死人。
每晚宿舍的八个人在规定的时间内去水房洗漱，在宿舍洗袜子，然后紧接着宿管老师就要吹哨熄灯了，大家就赶紧上床睡觉。但是，今晚有些不同。
刘从一洗漱完，就从他的宿舍窜过来，坐在莫逆的床上，摆弄着手机。这是很正常的一件事，同班同学串门唠嗑再寻常不过了，当然，不能被宿管老师逮住。他们的两个宿管老师绰号雌雄双煞，在这一带很有威慑力。
过了一会儿，外面传来了哨声，走廊的脚步也明显急促了很多，莫逆看了看刘，刘却丝毫没有要动的迹象，莫逆也没有说话。又过了一会儿，哨声逼近了宿舍，宿舍长赶紧去把门关上，又把灯关了。
走廊昏暗的灯光透过门上一尺见方的玻璃射进宿舍，就在这时，刘猛地躺在莫逆的床上，揪过被子，说：“先躲躲，等双煞过去再说。”
莫逆也只好是顺从了他，跟着一起钻进了被子，两个人很自然地紧紧贴在一起，以防被发现是两个人挤在一起。
刘呼出的气息扑在莫逆脸上，混着薄荷味儿，凉凉的又暖暖的，吹得莫逆脸上的汗毛都立了起来。由于贴的太近了，莫逆都可以感觉到刘的心跳，一突一突地。
刘睁着眼睛，望着莫逆，莫逆一抬头，对上了那双黑黑的瞳仁，莫逆感觉自己的心跳越来越快。
被子动了动，莫逆感觉刘的手探了过来，放在了莫逆的腰上，莫逆回应着，也把手伸向了....
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坐在一起已经半个上午了，但两人还是没有说话，一直到快放学的时候，那男生才假装在不经意间扭过头来，问道：“你叫啥？”
莫逆愣了愣，说：“莫逆，你呢？”
“我叫刘。”
“哦。”
这便是莫逆和刘的第一次对话，很不幸地落入了俗套，平淡之极。
同桌的日子就这样开始了，初一的生活跟六年级没有什么不同，处于由小学到中学的转型时期。平常莫逆和刘的对话，无非也就是学校，家庭。刘的学习 不是很好，可是却也不怎么向莫逆请教，总是一个人闷头做题。而莫逆呢，虽然每一次考试都比刘高很多，可是心里还是有一种惴惴不安，担心会考得不如刘。每当 看到刘在做一道题目的时候，莫逆心里总会在想，是不是刘最近开始用功了？是不是下次考试刘就会超过自己了？不由自主的，莫逆心里就有了紧张。
当然了，除了这种学习上的紧张感，还有莫逆天生对男生的好感，尤其是刘这样痞痞的身体壮实的男孩子。俗话说男人不坏……额小受不爱，莫逆好几次幻想着伸手上去摸摸刘的健康黝黑的脸，或者仅仅是摸摸他有着肌肉线条的胳膊。
这所私立中学有着极高的升学率但是也有着极差的硬件设施，教室里的木质桌椅被磨得千疮百孔，墙上天蓝色的油漆也是斑斑驳驳，墙边的暖气片上更是锈迹鳞鳞。
莫逆对刘有冲动，可是不知道刘有没有，不过很快莫逆得到了验证，尽管一开始莫逆以为那只是错觉。
那是一个很平常很平常的下午，莫逆和刘的关系趋于缓和后的一天。那天莫逆正在做题，突然间感觉胳膊肘凉凉的，心里一抖，莫逆发现是刘在摸自己胳膊。由于是夏天，大家都穿着学校的夏季校服，是白色的短袖，袖口是一圈蓝色。
莫逆心里有些讶然，也有些激动，他按捺住自己内心的亢奋，回头看看刘，就见他有些尴尬地笑着说：“你皮肤真滑。”
“嗯……”莫逆也笑笑，刘又摸了几下，便收手了。
一旦有了开端，往后的事情便如决堤的洪水一般，莫逆经常能够被刘“上下其手”，有时候是摸胳膊肘，有时候是摸摸脸，再捏一捏，还有时候……刘的 手顺着莫逆的袖口就钻了进去，痒得莫逆叫了出来，一下子吸引了周围人的注意。莫逆和刘赶紧低下头，莫逆捂着嘴偷笑，刘也红着脸假装写东西。
莫逆和刘都住校，但是不在同一个宿舍。
每天莫逆都一个人来往于教室，食堂和宿舍，其实他还是挺想和刘一起走的，毕竟有个伴儿可以一起说说话，聊聊天。可是每天一放学，刘便忙不迭得跑出教室，和他的几个朋友一起走了。莫逆摊摊手，只得自己一个人收拾书包。
在这所私立学校里，每个宿舍要住八个人，宿舍的空间还很狭窄，墙壁上钉着几个大铁柜子，窗台下是一张边角的木皮都卷起来了的木质长桌，上面是厚 厚的一层土，宿舍的空气中弥漫着腐烂和酸臭的味道。莫逆走进宿舍，径直奔到窗户边，打开窗户透气，要不然这一屋的有毒气体能活活熏死人。
每晚宿舍的八个人在规定的时间内去水房洗漱，在宿舍洗袜子，然后紧接着宿管老师就要吹哨熄灯了，大家就赶紧上床睡觉。但是，今晚有些不同。
刘从一洗漱完，就从他的宿舍窜过来，坐在莫逆的床上，摆弄着手机。这是很正常的一件事，同班同学串门唠嗑再寻常不过了，当然，不能被宿管老师逮住。他们的两个宿管老师绰号雌雄双煞，在这一带很有威慑力。
过了一会儿，外面传来了哨声，走廊的脚步也明显急促了很多，莫逆看了看刘，刘却丝毫没有要动的迹象，莫逆也没有说话。又过了一会儿，哨声逼近了宿舍，宿舍长赶紧去把门关上，又把灯关了。
走廊昏暗的灯光透过门上一尺见方的玻璃射进宿舍，就在这时，刘猛地躺在莫逆的床上，揪过被子，说：“先躲躲，等双煞过去再说。”
莫逆也只好是顺从了他，跟着一起钻进了被子，两个人很自然地紧紧贴在一起，以防被发现是两个人挤在一起。
刘呼出的气息扑在莫逆脸上，混着薄荷味儿，凉凉的又暖暖的，吹得莫逆脸上的汗毛都立了起来。由于贴的太近了，莫逆都可以感觉到刘的心跳，一突一突地。
刘睁着眼睛，望着莫逆，莫逆一抬头，对上了那双黑黑的瞳仁，莫逆感觉自己的心跳越来越快。
被子动了动，莫逆感觉刘的手探了过来，放在了莫逆的腰上，莫逆回应着，也把手伸向了....
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A Privates Life
"A Private is a soldier of the lowest military rank"
I'm a private in the US Army. That means I'm doing the lowest tasks, basically every corporal, sergeant, and petty officer's bitch boy. Hell, even the Private First Class end up using me. And I've ended up being the lowest one on the totem pole, so even the other PV1s use me for their needs and desires.
I have a bed right by the entrance to the barracks. As guys come off duty, or come home from a fruitless night at the bar, I'm right there, there to be used as a ready and willing cum receptacle. They usually unzip, jerk long enough to get hard, then fuck me until they shot their wad. It is never about me -- I am just a tool for them to get off, and their actions usually reflect it. They are rough, masculine fucks, occasionally angry and violent. Most of the guys will just shoot in me, but occasionally there is one who wants to paint my face with his jizz. My role as the company bottom means that I don't get much sleep each night. Only after the last man has shot his wad and gotten his relief do I get to sleep, their loads drying on my body and marinating in my ass. Needless to say, I tend to sleep way later than morning reveille.
The sergeant always wakes me up, screaming at me about what a lazy slug I was. I'm usually still be wearing the same dirty jock I had on the previous night. I get up, a bit bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, a little sore from the intense fucks delivered by the horny PFCs and PV1s working out their aggression and repression on me. The sergeant immediately recognizes what's happened, and I know it turns him on. He's never gotten above being a sergeant even after twenty odd years in the service. Nervertheless, he's married to the army, and the men he trains. The army has kept him in shape, and he's a hot, slightly cocky older man who knows what he wants. "Inspection time faggot." I groan inwardly. I know what that means. I pull myself up, stand straight, and try to keep as much dignity as possible with dried cum matting my chest hair and a dirty jock on.
The sergeant walks around me, slapping my ass, pinching a nipple, flicking my balls. We do this almost every morning, so I know not to respond, or it would get worse. Still, I can't help how I am wired, and my cock begins to stiffen. Of course the sergeant notices this. He always does. "Faggot turned on?" he barks.
"No Sir." There is only one answer to this question. I tried yes once and the sergeant turned me over to a special forces squad for the entire day.
"Cock says you are."
"Morning wood Sir."This is the acceptable answer. He tells me to spread my legs and bend over. It's time for the hole inspection. The past few days, the sergeant has been especially creative in his ass inspection, and I wonder what he has in mind today.
"Spread your cheeks, private." I reach back and pull apart my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my abused hole. I am feeling particularly vulnerable this time; I can't see him, or tell what he's doing. He's been making sure my days are filled with squats; so my ass is now particularly muscular and fuckable. "How many guns you take up there last night, Private?"
"12 Sir." I've learned to answer correctly here. If I say I don't know, I'm a stupid private who can't count. If I go under, I'm an embarrassment to the service who is ashamed of my fellow soldiers. If I go over, I'm boasting faggot.
"You sure private? That hole looks well used to me"
"Yes Sir. Darren got back from leave last night."
"That's Corporal Thompson to you, private." I hear the sergeant unsnapping something. A few metallic clinks later, I can tell he's either loading or unloading his pistol. "He's got a big gun, huh?"
"Yes Sir, he does."
I'm still bent over, holding my ass open for him. At least I am not upright; I'd be dripping cum out of it. Twelve is more than normal, but not my worst night. I can see the sergeant standing behind me, his boots right in front of my face. I knew them well; I have spent a few mornings licking them clean. I feel a bit of cold metal against my hole, and I immediately know what's going down. The sergeant had gotten out his pistol, and the barrel is now right against my ass.
"Spread them further, private." I do as he tells me. It has the effect of slightly opening my hole, and he takes the opportunity to push the pistol barrel deeper into me. He knows I hate being pistol-fucked. Aside from a total fear that he's not unloaded the gun, and he's going to kill me with it, there's something about the sight at the end of the barrel that just hurts.I grunt slightly as he pushes it into me. "Shut up private. Your cock is............
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I'm a private in the US Army. That means I'm doing the lowest tasks, basically every corporal, sergeant, and petty officer's bitch boy. Hell, even the Private First Class end up using me. And I've ended up being the lowest one on the totem pole, so even the other PV1s use me for their needs and desires.
I have a bed right by the entrance to the barracks. As guys come off duty, or come home from a fruitless night at the bar, I'm right there, there to be used as a ready and willing cum receptacle. They usually unzip, jerk long enough to get hard, then fuck me until they shot their wad. It is never about me -- I am just a tool for them to get off, and their actions usually reflect it. They are rough, masculine fucks, occasionally angry and violent. Most of the guys will just shoot in me, but occasionally there is one who wants to paint my face with his jizz. My role as the company bottom means that I don't get much sleep each night. Only after the last man has shot his wad and gotten his relief do I get to sleep, their loads drying on my body and marinating in my ass. Needless to say, I tend to sleep way later than morning reveille.
The sergeant always wakes me up, screaming at me about what a lazy slug I was. I'm usually still be wearing the same dirty jock I had on the previous night. I get up, a bit bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, a little sore from the intense fucks delivered by the horny PFCs and PV1s working out their aggression and repression on me. The sergeant immediately recognizes what's happened, and I know it turns him on. He's never gotten above being a sergeant even after twenty odd years in the service. Nervertheless, he's married to the army, and the men he trains. The army has kept him in shape, and he's a hot, slightly cocky older man who knows what he wants. "Inspection time faggot." I groan inwardly. I know what that means. I pull myself up, stand straight, and try to keep as much dignity as possible with dried cum matting my chest hair and a dirty jock on.
The sergeant walks around me, slapping my ass, pinching a nipple, flicking my balls. We do this almost every morning, so I know not to respond, or it would get worse. Still, I can't help how I am wired, and my cock begins to stiffen. Of course the sergeant notices this. He always does. "Faggot turned on?" he barks.
"No Sir." There is only one answer to this question. I tried yes once and the sergeant turned me over to a special forces squad for the entire day.
"Cock says you are."
"Morning wood Sir."This is the acceptable answer. He tells me to spread my legs and bend over. It's time for the hole inspection. The past few days, the sergeant has been especially creative in his ass inspection, and I wonder what he has in mind today.
"Spread your cheeks, private." I reach back and pull apart my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my abused hole. I am feeling particularly vulnerable this time; I can't see him, or tell what he's doing. He's been making sure my days are filled with squats; so my ass is now particularly muscular and fuckable. "How many guns you take up there last night, Private?"
"12 Sir." I've learned to answer correctly here. If I say I don't know, I'm a stupid private who can't count. If I go under, I'm an embarrassment to the service who is ashamed of my fellow soldiers. If I go over, I'm boasting faggot.
"You sure private? That hole looks well used to me"
"Yes Sir. Darren got back from leave last night."
"That's Corporal Thompson to you, private." I hear the sergeant unsnapping something. A few metallic clinks later, I can tell he's either loading or unloading his pistol. "He's got a big gun, huh?"
"Yes Sir, he does."
I'm still bent over, holding my ass open for him. At least I am not upright; I'd be dripping cum out of it. Twelve is more than normal, but not my worst night. I can see the sergeant standing behind me, his boots right in front of my face. I knew them well; I have spent a few mornings licking them clean. I feel a bit of cold metal against my hole, and I immediately know what's going down. The sergeant had gotten out his pistol, and the barrel is now right against my ass.
"Spread them further, private." I do as he tells me. It has the effect of slightly opening my hole, and he takes the opportunity to push the pistol barrel deeper into me. He knows I hate being pistol-fucked. Aside from a total fear that he's not unloaded the gun, and he's going to kill me with it, there's something about the sight at the end of the barrel that just hurts.I grunt slightly as he pushes it into me. "Shut up private. Your cock is............
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Saturday, July 6, 2013
我的美少年丈夫
今天是弟弟伊焰大学毕业的日子，父亲、我和妹妹紫珑一起在希尔顿饭店顶层为他庆祝。
在台湾，我们家在商界算是数一数二的。在家中，只有父亲和我们兄妹三人。多年前，在我十五岁时，母亲就因病去世了。母亲去后，父亲没有再娶，专心于生意和养育我们三兄妹。
我的名字伊飐，今年二十八岁。大学毕业后，我进入公司，在父亲手下工作。父亲在观察了我这么多年后，说我实在不适合做一个大公司的掌舵者。我最适合的位子是做伊焰的助手，由伊焰掌管公司。他说我看事情很有远见，可就是性格过于温和，不适合尔虞我诈的商场。
对于父亲的决定，我没有任何不满。我太清楚自己绝对撑不起伊氏。父亲说我温和，其实不如说我是有些软弱罢了，这样的我怎能在商场里如鱼得水？
弟弟比我小五岁，妹妹比我小七岁。从他们懂事起，就开始以我的保护者自居，特别是伊焰，现在都是有女朋友的人了，还像小时候一样处处维护我，真让我有些哭笑不得。
熟悉我家的人都说伊焰才应该是我们兄妹三人的老大。
希尔顿是我常来的地方，很多人都认识我。在这里我也有几个熟人，我向来人缘很好。
“爸，你们先坐，我去趟洗手间。”
我离开座位，向等侍者送上餐点的家人说。
若是知道我会遇到什么事的话，我不会去的。这件事改变了我的一生。
从洗手间出来，一股巨大的冲力撞得我站立不住，周围没有可以扶持的东西，我在一片惊呼声中跌倒在地。
好痛，手肘大概是撞破了。
在与地面接触的刹那，手肘传来强烈的疼痛。
“对不起，我太不小心了。你怎么样？哪伤着了？”
头晕眼花中，我听到清泉般明澈却又冷冽的声音，我抬头看去....
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在台湾，我们家在商界算是数一数二的。在家中，只有父亲和我们兄妹三人。多年前，在我十五岁时，母亲就因病去世了。母亲去后，父亲没有再娶，专心于生意和养育我们三兄妹。
我的名字伊飐，今年二十八岁。大学毕业后，我进入公司，在父亲手下工作。父亲在观察了我这么多年后，说我实在不适合做一个大公司的掌舵者。我最适合的位子是做伊焰的助手，由伊焰掌管公司。他说我看事情很有远见，可就是性格过于温和，不适合尔虞我诈的商场。
对于父亲的决定，我没有任何不满。我太清楚自己绝对撑不起伊氏。父亲说我温和，其实不如说我是有些软弱罢了，这样的我怎能在商场里如鱼得水？
弟弟比我小五岁，妹妹比我小七岁。从他们懂事起，就开始以我的保护者自居，特别是伊焰，现在都是有女朋友的人了，还像小时候一样处处维护我，真让我有些哭笑不得。
熟悉我家的人都说伊焰才应该是我们兄妹三人的老大。
希尔顿是我常来的地方，很多人都认识我。在这里我也有几个熟人，我向来人缘很好。
“爸，你们先坐，我去趟洗手间。”
我离开座位，向等侍者送上餐点的家人说。
若是知道我会遇到什么事的话，我不会去的。这件事改变了我的一生。
从洗手间出来，一股巨大的冲力撞得我站立不住，周围没有可以扶持的东西，我在一片惊呼声中跌倒在地。
好痛，手肘大概是撞破了。
在与地面接触的刹那，手肘传来强烈的疼痛。
“对不起，我太不小心了。你怎么样？哪伤着了？”
头晕眼花中，我听到清泉般明澈却又冷冽的声音，我抬头看去....
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Straight Male Gay Fantasy
I wonder if there are other basically `straight' guys out there who enjoy
gay fantasies? Here's one of mine. Feedback welcome...
The boys only grammar school I attended as a boy had a headmaster at the time, who liked giving the cane to naughty boys -- and I mean liked. In fact these thrashings were meted out with honed precision and an unreserved and sadistic relish. I never actually got the cane when I was at school (goody-two-shoes and all that) but was told about it from boys that had. He was good at it -- there was no doubt about it. You didn't go back for more in a hurry, so you were careful not to err again.
Mr Forrest was something of a legend at the school - but for another reason entirely. He was rumoured to be very well-endowed. There was no actual proof of this of course; you didn't have the advantage of pissing alongside any member of staff, let alone the headmaster, so no one had actually seen it.
But we were all fascinated by the stories that were bandied about.
Morning assembly would always provide the best opportunity for a covert glance at his inside trouser leg while he was on stage. Some boys swore they could see the outline of the headmaster's awesome instrument when he was either sitting down, or in the process of getting up to do a reading, saying if you watched very closely you could, on occasions, see a languid swing or movement of something.
I have to confess that from my point of view I was never sure that I could make out a shape that represented a large cock, or any kind of cock for that matter, but I didn't like to stare too long in case he saw me looking. However, the myth persisted.
At this time I would only have been about 12 or 13, but I was becoming more sexually aware, aware of changes to my body -- the arrival of pubic hair, increase in the number of erections, etc. It was about this time I had begun to masturbate regularly (about twice a day) and though I used to think mainly about girls when I was doing it, occasionally I'd find myself thinking about Mr Forrest -- I guess you'd call it 'cock-envy'.
I used to imagine I was he, rubbing until it came, although at that age my own emissions were barely visible We boys used to joke about the headmaster jacking-off' and would speculate on the amount of cum he might produce, how far he could shoot, did he sign his name on the lavatory door - that sort of thing.
Anyway, on with the fantasy...
I am sent to Mr Forrest's office for repeatedly talking in class. He is an overbearing man in the usual attire -- black gown and mortar-board, beneath which he is wearing a grey pin-striped suit. He is tall and slim, about 50 years old, steely-grey hair which is immaculately groomed, deeply-tanned face, but not especially handsome.
I tell him why I've been sent to him (for some infringement of the rules) and he asks me if I know what happens to any person who has that dubious honour. I nod and he pulls up a chair in front of me and sits down. At close range I am able to make out the shape of his beautiful cock resting against his upper thigh. I come over a bit light-headed. So the rumours, it seems, are true. I estimate him to be at least nine inches in repose -- a real milk bottle.
He knows what I'm looking at and asks me to look him in the face. He holds me transfixed with cool blue eyes and I feel myself coming under his spell. I feel strangely compliant and subservient. He asks me what I think should happen to naughty boys like myself and I tell him I've no idea. But for some strange reason my cock starts to twitch.
"You see, Perkins, there are certain boys who I know are not inherently bad and I like to give them the opportunity of redeeming themselves by having them perform some little forfeit -- instead of receiving a sore bottom and then suffering the imposition of not being able to sit down comfortably for at least a week. You don't need me to tell you how some boys can take great sadistic delight in another fellow's suffering and humiliation..."
"Yes sir, they can be cruel sometimes."
"Indeed. But you do not have to give them that opportunity to gloat, Perkins. Some boys deserve a good thrashing. I don't think you're one of them."
"Thank you, sir."
"Therefore, I'd like to offer you the chance of making amends, young man. Come here and kneel down."
I do as he says. My heart beats loudly in my ears.
"What do I have to do, sir?'
"Oh... just some little favour. I just want you to to me a tiny little favour."
"Favour, sir?"
"Yes."
"And what do I have to do, sir -- this favour as you put it?"
"I know how you and other boys are fascinated by a certain part of my anatomy."
"Sir?"
"Oh, don't be so coy, Perkins. You know perfectly well what I am referring to."
"Oh..."
"I'm going to let you have a look at it. But then you've got to suck me off for the privilege."
"Anything's better than a thrashing, isn't it sir?"
The headmaster smiles wryly at my lousy humour. His eyes sparkle and he leans forward and lifts my chin. "That will depend on how good you are, and also whether we can both satisfy each other's curiosity, won't it, Perkins?"
"I suppose so, sir."
Mr Forrest tells me to come closer. Again I feel that strange headiness, accompanied by a growing feeling of willing-subservience.
He smoothes the hair off of my forehead and tells me I'm a very handsome young man. I feel myself blushing. "One might even say pretty...Pretty enough to be a girl, in fact."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"And I'm bound to say, pretty enough to be put in pink panties - perhaps?" Mr Forrest raises his eyebrows. "Hmm?"
"I don't know about that sir"
"Oh well, just an idea. Maybe some other time."
My cock is really hard and uncomfortable now.
He smiles and presses my head into his lap. I can his feel mounting excitement against my flaming cheeks. I turn my head and nuzzle into his crotch, smelling his.......
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The boys only grammar school I attended as a boy had a headmaster at the time, who liked giving the cane to naughty boys -- and I mean liked. In fact these thrashings were meted out with honed precision and an unreserved and sadistic relish. I never actually got the cane when I was at school (goody-two-shoes and all that) but was told about it from boys that had. He was good at it -- there was no doubt about it. You didn't go back for more in a hurry, so you were careful not to err again.
Mr Forrest was something of a legend at the school - but for another reason entirely. He was rumoured to be very well-endowed. There was no actual proof of this of course; you didn't have the advantage of pissing alongside any member of staff, let alone the headmaster, so no one had actually seen it.
But we were all fascinated by the stories that were bandied about.
Morning assembly would always provide the best opportunity for a covert glance at his inside trouser leg while he was on stage. Some boys swore they could see the outline of the headmaster's awesome instrument when he was either sitting down, or in the process of getting up to do a reading, saying if you watched very closely you could, on occasions, see a languid swing or movement of something.
I have to confess that from my point of view I was never sure that I could make out a shape that represented a large cock, or any kind of cock for that matter, but I didn't like to stare too long in case he saw me looking. However, the myth persisted.
At this time I would only have been about 12 or 13, but I was becoming more sexually aware, aware of changes to my body -- the arrival of pubic hair, increase in the number of erections, etc. It was about this time I had begun to masturbate regularly (about twice a day) and though I used to think mainly about girls when I was doing it, occasionally I'd find myself thinking about Mr Forrest -- I guess you'd call it 'cock-envy'.
I used to imagine I was he, rubbing until it came, although at that age my own emissions were barely visible We boys used to joke about the headmaster jacking-off' and would speculate on the amount of cum he might produce, how far he could shoot, did he sign his name on the lavatory door - that sort of thing.
Anyway, on with the fantasy...
I am sent to Mr Forrest's office for repeatedly talking in class. He is an overbearing man in the usual attire -- black gown and mortar-board, beneath which he is wearing a grey pin-striped suit. He is tall and slim, about 50 years old, steely-grey hair which is immaculately groomed, deeply-tanned face, but not especially handsome.
I tell him why I've been sent to him (for some infringement of the rules) and he asks me if I know what happens to any person who has that dubious honour. I nod and he pulls up a chair in front of me and sits down. At close range I am able to make out the shape of his beautiful cock resting against his upper thigh. I come over a bit light-headed. So the rumours, it seems, are true. I estimate him to be at least nine inches in repose -- a real milk bottle.
He knows what I'm looking at and asks me to look him in the face. He holds me transfixed with cool blue eyes and I feel myself coming under his spell. I feel strangely compliant and subservient. He asks me what I think should happen to naughty boys like myself and I tell him I've no idea. But for some strange reason my cock starts to twitch.
"You see, Perkins, there are certain boys who I know are not inherently bad and I like to give them the opportunity of redeeming themselves by having them perform some little forfeit -- instead of receiving a sore bottom and then suffering the imposition of not being able to sit down comfortably for at least a week. You don't need me to tell you how some boys can take great sadistic delight in another fellow's suffering and humiliation..."
"Yes sir, they can be cruel sometimes."
"Indeed. But you do not have to give them that opportunity to gloat, Perkins. Some boys deserve a good thrashing. I don't think you're one of them."
"Thank you, sir."
"Therefore, I'd like to offer you the chance of making amends, young man. Come here and kneel down."
I do as he says. My heart beats loudly in my ears.
"What do I have to do, sir?'
"Oh... just some little favour. I just want you to to me a tiny little favour."
"Favour, sir?"
"Yes."
"And what do I have to do, sir -- this favour as you put it?"
"I know how you and other boys are fascinated by a certain part of my anatomy."
"Sir?"
"Oh, don't be so coy, Perkins. You know perfectly well what I am referring to."
"Oh..."
"I'm going to let you have a look at it. But then you've got to suck me off for the privilege."
"Anything's better than a thrashing, isn't it sir?"
The headmaster smiles wryly at my lousy humour. His eyes sparkle and he leans forward and lifts my chin. "That will depend on how good you are, and also whether we can both satisfy each other's curiosity, won't it, Perkins?"
"I suppose so, sir."
Mr Forrest tells me to come closer. Again I feel that strange headiness, accompanied by a growing feeling of willing-subservience.
He smoothes the hair off of my forehead and tells me I'm a very handsome young man. I feel myself blushing. "One might even say pretty...Pretty enough to be a girl, in fact."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"And I'm bound to say, pretty enough to be put in pink panties - perhaps?" Mr Forrest raises his eyebrows. "Hmm?"
"I don't know about that sir"
"Oh well, just an idea. Maybe some other time."
My cock is really hard and uncomfortable now.
He smiles and presses my head into his lap. I can his feel mounting excitement against my flaming cheeks. I turn my head and nuzzle into his crotch, smelling his.......
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Thursday, July 4, 2013
Delivery Driver Jacking
Four A.M. Delivery drivers wake up early. The dull light of the
streetlights peeked through a crack in my curtains, sending a shaft of
light running over my hairy pecs, down my abs, and on my thick, nine-inch
morning glory -- hard and dripping just as it had been every morning for
the past 33 years. The summer was hot, and even though I was naked and on
top of the covers my body had a sheen of sweat, filling the room with the
musk of man, cock, and precum. I sniffed and grabbed my cock, and................
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恶魔的糖果
炎热的午后，在一栋常见两层式民房门口，坐着一个青年。由他的外表看来，应是17、8岁的学生。长相颇优，是归属于阳光少年那型的。
此时的他正烦闷的撑着头，眉宇间打了好几个死结，为什么他会这么的烦呢？一切的起因全源自于那个和他一起长大的邻居。
「可恶……气死我了！」生气的起身喊了一声，之后又无力的坐回原地。
为什么他会这么气呢？一切全因三天前───
「喂！」一个戴着眼镜的男子坐于桌前，手里拿着报纸，不经意的喊着。
「幹嘛？」另一个坐在他对面，拿着一本汽车杂誌看着的人，一样不专心的随便回了句。
「嫁给我吧。」
「喔。」
「嗯。」
「…………啊？！什么？！」过了大约一分鐘，少年才领悟他刚才问了些什么。
「什么什么？」男人依旧看着报纸。
「你、你刚和我求婚？！」仍是惊讶的语气，手中的杂誌早已可怜的被分了尸。
「对啊。你不是答应了吗？」
「我、我刚没听清楚，不算！」少年红着脸想硬赖掉。
「君子一言既出，駟马难追。」终于抬眼望向他，眼镜闪着莫名光亮「还是说，你自认不是君子？」
「我才没有勒！」急急的辩解着。
「那就好啦。」
「可、可是…」还是得说些什么，毕竟这攸关着自己的贞操危机啊！「为什么是我嫁给你，不是你嫁给我？」
「啊？」这次换他惊讶。「你想娶我？」
「当然啦，再怎么样我也是个男的。」
「哈哈哈！」突然爆笑出声，甚至飆出了泪。
「…你笑什么！」
「咳。」稍顺个气，缓和笑意。「你不能娶我。」
「为什么？」
「因为以下三个理由。」突然变得严肃起来。「第一：你的年纪比我小。」
「我才小你两天……」不服的回道。
「小两天也是小了。」正色的答道。「第二：就外表看来，你就是个受。」
「为、为什么？！」好歹我身高也有172耶！而且我又是篮球好手。
「因为……」稍调整了一下眼镜。「别人看到我们俩，会称我为先生，而称你为同学、小子或是弟弟。」
「唔……」虽然很想回话，但这却是不争的事实。上次出门，还被一东屋的师傅误认为兄弟……甚至还被以为是高中生！我都已经是个25岁的男人了耶！
「第三：这是你欠我的。」云淡风轻的说着，却是最不能让他反驳的理由。
「………」可恶！
就这样，他被迫答应了他的求婚，成为他的準「老婆」。
啊～～搞什么，我是个男人耶，居然得被人「娶」回家？！而该死的，老爸老妈还高兴的答应，还说什么我以后就交给他照顾了，还要我别给人家添麻烦了，要有老婆的自觉？！什么跟什么啊！
最恨的还是他的第三个理由，什么我欠他……根本就是他坑我！吼～～我以前怎么会那么呆啊……
＊．＊．＊．．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．
因为父亲工作的关係，全家人离开家乡，搬到了公司附近。在搬来的第一天，习惯性是要和邻居打个交道、串串门子的。
「你好呀，我们是今天刚搬来的，就在你们隔壁吶。这是我自己做的南瓜派和一些水果，不成敬意。」
「哎呀，你太客气啦。来来、这边坐。咦？这是你儿子啊。」
「啊，看我，都忘了和你介绍了，这是小犬，今年5岁了。」
「哎呀，那和我孩子同年吶，他正在楼上看书，不如就让两个小孩子去玩玩吧，就在左边的第二个房间里，你自己去吧。」
突如其来的两道猛烈视线，就是硬要小孩子上楼去，别在这妨碍太太们的闲聊。
「怎么呆呆站着，快谢谢人家上楼去啊。」
「…谢谢。」之后便被推上楼了。
小心翼翼的走着，望着这陌生的迴廊，突然有种恐怖的感觉。嚥了下口水，走向左边的第二个房间里。
礼貌性的敲了下门，便扭开门把，走进去。
「那个，你好。我是──」正要开口自我介绍，才发现…房里哪来的人啊？
好奇的进到房中央，望着那一整排大到不可思议的书柜，装了满满的各式书籍。哇～这个小孩子这么好学啊……突生的敬佩之意。
就这样东张西望，眼尾突然瞄到了个东西！战战竞竞的走向房中的圆桌，深吸了一口气，往桌上看去！吓！真的是…真的是…
他最爱的超人二号软糖！这可是随着超人二号推出，一起发行的软糖，才推出没几天就抢购一空，现在早已买不到了。那时候买的一整盒，早就被自己吃完了。
现在看到这个，不免有些心动……反正我是客人，他应该也会给我吃吧……
但是从小养成的良好道德观念，还是让他立刻抽回了不知不觉伸出的手。
不行，我不可以这么做！还是等他回来再问他可不可以给我吃。于是，乖宝宝就这样坐在桌前，双眼瞪得大大的，不停的看着软糖。
时间一分一秒的过去，他瞪得眼珠子都快掉下来了，渴望的口水也早就流满了一地。但主人不回来就是不回来。
啊～～他怎么还不回来啊！管他的，先吃再说！待会再向他道歉吧！乖宝宝仍是敌不过心中的渴望，伸出了魔爪，扑向软糖。
我…我拿到了！感觉软糖在手中的真实感，让他感动的想掉泪，糢糊掉的视线以致于，让他没注意到忘记闔上的门外，那一闪而过的精光，和狡诈的微笑。
慎重的将包装纸给拆开，缓缓的将糖果给放进嘴里。
嗯～～～好好吃喔～～～～
终于吃到渴望已久的糖果，让他露出了满足的微笑。
「啊！人、人家的糖果～～～～」突如其来的声音让他立刻望向声源。就见不知何时出现的软糖主人，正站在门口，指着已空无一物的包装纸。
「呃、我…我…」急着想解释，但…被人现场抓包还能说什么呢？
「呜…人家…人家的糖果…那是最后一颗了，本来想说要慢慢吃的……呜…」原本指着的手改往擦向眼角，那可怜兮兮的语气和那盈满了泪，充满哀怨的眼神，顿时让乖宝宝乱了手脚。
「啊，你、你别哭啊…我、我……」手忙脚乱的衝上前去，用随手携带的手帕替他拭着泪，并不停的道歉。这个傢伙怎么说哭就哭啊！
「呜…人家的软糖……」泪仍是止不住，并有越来越大的趋势。
「啊…对不起啦，你别哭啊…」害怕他的哭声会引来下面的两位太太，到时他就是跳进马桶也洗不清啊～～～「不、不然我陪给你！」
「陪？怎么陪…现、现在早就买不到了…呜…」哭的抽抽噎噎的，让他一句话说了颇久。
「那…那不然怎么办嘛…你别哭啊…」乖宝宝现在是急得一个头两个大，冷汗直冒。
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「呜……」又哭了好一会儿，软糖主人才开口。「那、那就算你欠我的…以后不管我说什么…你、你都要听。」
「好好，我答应你。你别再哭了。」乖宝宝也顾不得他说什么，只要能让他别哭，什么条件他都答应。
「真的喔，那说好囉。」一改方才的泪人儿，突然爆出了灿烂的笑容。
「呃……」一时反应不过来，只是傻傻望着他美呆了的笑容。好漂亮喔～～一心认定眼前美到不行的软糖主人，是小女生。下定决心，以后一定要把他娶回家。
「嘻。」望见他傻傻的样子，笑得更开心了。「那…我的第一个要求，和我接吻。」
「嗯………啊？！」过了三秒，才发现自己答应了什么事。
「怎么了？」
「我、你…」虽然自己想娶她，但这个小女生也太大胆了吧，我们都还这么小…
「你不想亲我？」又是那哀怨让人心疼的眼神。
「不是。」立刻回答。
「那为什么？」
「呃……」不是他不想亲，而是……他不会亲啊…虽然有看过电视，但还是不能理解大人们的行为。
「你不会？」瞧见他伤脑筋的样子，又笑开了。
「…嗯。」在女生面前说不会很丢人耶。
「没关係，我会。我教你。」
「啊？」她…会？！
「来，你先闭上眼睛。」
听话的闭上眼睛，仍是不知道可爱的小女生想做什么。过了一会儿，感觉到暖热的气息靠近，然后一阵温热的压力落在唇上。
「嗯……」感觉两片唇瓣在嘴上磨擦着，软糖主人的嘴唇软软的，感觉……好奇怪。
恣意的享用着美食，缓缓的吮吻着呆宝宝的唇瓣，原来……接吻是这种感觉啊……记得电视上做得好像不止这样……
「唔……」唇上感觉到一阵湿润，接下来便有种软软、湿湿的东西探进口里。头下意识的往后退，却被软糖主人以左手制着，更加压往前方，让四片唇瓣更加贴近，易于舌头的闯入。
嗯…好甜，嘴里还有刚才软糖留下的味道。难怪电视上的人都要把舌头伸进去……
过了许久，两人都发挥了惊人的肺活量之后，才缓缓的分开。
「呼…呼…」虽是接吻，但怎么觉得…怪怪的…
「呼…呼…」心满意足的再舔了舔唇瓣。望向................
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此时的他正烦闷的撑着头，眉宇间打了好几个死结，为什么他会这么的烦呢？一切的起因全源自于那个和他一起长大的邻居。
「可恶……气死我了！」生气的起身喊了一声，之后又无力的坐回原地。
为什么他会这么气呢？一切全因三天前───
「喂！」一个戴着眼镜的男子坐于桌前，手里拿着报纸，不经意的喊着。
「幹嘛？」另一个坐在他对面，拿着一本汽车杂誌看着的人，一样不专心的随便回了句。
「嫁给我吧。」
「喔。」
「嗯。」
「…………啊？！什么？！」过了大约一分鐘，少年才领悟他刚才问了些什么。
「什么什么？」男人依旧看着报纸。
「你、你刚和我求婚？！」仍是惊讶的语气，手中的杂誌早已可怜的被分了尸。
「对啊。你不是答应了吗？」
「我、我刚没听清楚，不算！」少年红着脸想硬赖掉。
「君子一言既出，駟马难追。」终于抬眼望向他，眼镜闪着莫名光亮「还是说，你自认不是君子？」
「我才没有勒！」急急的辩解着。
「那就好啦。」
「可、可是…」还是得说些什么，毕竟这攸关着自己的贞操危机啊！「为什么是我嫁给你，不是你嫁给我？」
「啊？」这次换他惊讶。「你想娶我？」
「当然啦，再怎么样我也是个男的。」
「哈哈哈！」突然爆笑出声，甚至飆出了泪。
「…你笑什么！」
「咳。」稍顺个气，缓和笑意。「你不能娶我。」
「为什么？」
「因为以下三个理由。」突然变得严肃起来。「第一：你的年纪比我小。」
「我才小你两天……」不服的回道。
「小两天也是小了。」正色的答道。「第二：就外表看来，你就是个受。」
「为、为什么？！」好歹我身高也有172耶！而且我又是篮球好手。
「因为……」稍调整了一下眼镜。「别人看到我们俩，会称我为先生，而称你为同学、小子或是弟弟。」
「唔……」虽然很想回话，但这却是不争的事实。上次出门，还被一东屋的师傅误认为兄弟……甚至还被以为是高中生！我都已经是个25岁的男人了耶！
「第三：这是你欠我的。」云淡风轻的说着，却是最不能让他反驳的理由。
「………」可恶！
就这样，他被迫答应了他的求婚，成为他的準「老婆」。
啊～～搞什么，我是个男人耶，居然得被人「娶」回家？！而该死的，老爸老妈还高兴的答应，还说什么我以后就交给他照顾了，还要我别给人家添麻烦了，要有老婆的自觉？！什么跟什么啊！
最恨的还是他的第三个理由，什么我欠他……根本就是他坑我！吼～～我以前怎么会那么呆啊……
＊．＊．＊．．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．＊．
因为父亲工作的关係，全家人离开家乡，搬到了公司附近。在搬来的第一天，习惯性是要和邻居打个交道、串串门子的。
「你好呀，我们是今天刚搬来的，就在你们隔壁吶。这是我自己做的南瓜派和一些水果，不成敬意。」
「哎呀，你太客气啦。来来、这边坐。咦？这是你儿子啊。」
「啊，看我，都忘了和你介绍了，这是小犬，今年5岁了。」
「哎呀，那和我孩子同年吶，他正在楼上看书，不如就让两个小孩子去玩玩吧，就在左边的第二个房间里，你自己去吧。」
突如其来的两道猛烈视线，就是硬要小孩子上楼去，别在这妨碍太太们的闲聊。
「怎么呆呆站着，快谢谢人家上楼去啊。」
「…谢谢。」之后便被推上楼了。
小心翼翼的走着，望着这陌生的迴廊，突然有种恐怖的感觉。嚥了下口水，走向左边的第二个房间里。
礼貌性的敲了下门，便扭开门把，走进去。
「那个，你好。我是──」正要开口自我介绍，才发现…房里哪来的人啊？
好奇的进到房中央，望着那一整排大到不可思议的书柜，装了满满的各式书籍。哇～这个小孩子这么好学啊……突生的敬佩之意。
就这样东张西望，眼尾突然瞄到了个东西！战战竞竞的走向房中的圆桌，深吸了一口气，往桌上看去！吓！真的是…真的是…
他最爱的超人二号软糖！这可是随着超人二号推出，一起发行的软糖，才推出没几天就抢购一空，现在早已买不到了。那时候买的一整盒，早就被自己吃完了。
现在看到这个，不免有些心动……反正我是客人，他应该也会给我吃吧……
但是从小养成的良好道德观念，还是让他立刻抽回了不知不觉伸出的手。
不行，我不可以这么做！还是等他回来再问他可不可以给我吃。于是，乖宝宝就这样坐在桌前，双眼瞪得大大的，不停的看着软糖。
时间一分一秒的过去，他瞪得眼珠子都快掉下来了，渴望的口水也早就流满了一地。但主人不回来就是不回来。
啊～～他怎么还不回来啊！管他的，先吃再说！待会再向他道歉吧！乖宝宝仍是敌不过心中的渴望，伸出了魔爪，扑向软糖。
我…我拿到了！感觉软糖在手中的真实感，让他感动的想掉泪，糢糊掉的视线以致于，让他没注意到忘记闔上的门外，那一闪而过的精光，和狡诈的微笑。
慎重的将包装纸给拆开，缓缓的将糖果给放进嘴里。
嗯～～～好好吃喔～～～～
终于吃到渴望已久的糖果，让他露出了满足的微笑。
「啊！人、人家的糖果～～～～」突如其来的声音让他立刻望向声源。就见不知何时出现的软糖主人，正站在门口，指着已空无一物的包装纸。
「呃、我…我…」急着想解释，但…被人现场抓包还能说什么呢？
「呜…人家…人家的糖果…那是最后一颗了，本来想说要慢慢吃的……呜…」原本指着的手改往擦向眼角，那可怜兮兮的语气和那盈满了泪，充满哀怨的眼神，顿时让乖宝宝乱了手脚。
「啊，你、你别哭啊…我、我……」手忙脚乱的衝上前去，用随手携带的手帕替他拭着泪，并不停的道歉。这个傢伙怎么说哭就哭啊！
「呜…人家的软糖……」泪仍是止不住，并有越来越大的趋势。
「啊…对不起啦，你别哭啊…」害怕他的哭声会引来下面的两位太太，到时他就是跳进马桶也洗不清啊～～～「不、不然我陪给你！」
「陪？怎么陪…现、现在早就买不到了…呜…」哭的抽抽噎噎的，让他一句话说了颇久。
「那…那不然怎么办嘛…你别哭啊…」乖宝宝现在是急得一个头两个大，冷汗直冒。
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「呜……」又哭了好一会儿，软糖主人才开口。「那、那就算你欠我的…以后不管我说什么…你、你都要听。」
「好好，我答应你。你别再哭了。」乖宝宝也顾不得他说什么，只要能让他别哭，什么条件他都答应。
「真的喔，那说好囉。」一改方才的泪人儿，突然爆出了灿烂的笑容。
「呃……」一时反应不过来，只是傻傻望着他美呆了的笑容。好漂亮喔～～一心认定眼前美到不行的软糖主人，是小女生。下定决心，以后一定要把他娶回家。
「嘻。」望见他傻傻的样子，笑得更开心了。「那…我的第一个要求，和我接吻。」
「嗯………啊？！」过了三秒，才发现自己答应了什么事。
「怎么了？」
「我、你…」虽然自己想娶她，但这个小女生也太大胆了吧，我们都还这么小…
「你不想亲我？」又是那哀怨让人心疼的眼神。
「不是。」立刻回答。
「那为什么？」
「呃……」不是他不想亲，而是……他不会亲啊…虽然有看过电视，但还是不能理解大人们的行为。
「你不会？」瞧见他伤脑筋的样子，又笑开了。
「…嗯。」在女生面前说不会很丢人耶。
「没关係，我会。我教你。」
「啊？」她…会？！
「来，你先闭上眼睛。」
听话的闭上眼睛，仍是不知道可爱的小女生想做什么。过了一会儿，感觉到暖热的气息靠近，然后一阵温热的压力落在唇上。
「嗯……」感觉两片唇瓣在嘴上磨擦着，软糖主人的嘴唇软软的，感觉……好奇怪。
恣意的享用着美食，缓缓的吮吻着呆宝宝的唇瓣，原来……接吻是这种感觉啊……记得电视上做得好像不止这样……
「唔……」唇上感觉到一阵湿润，接下来便有种软软、湿湿的东西探进口里。头下意识的往后退，却被软糖主人以左手制着，更加压往前方，让四片唇瓣更加贴近，易于舌头的闯入。
嗯…好甜，嘴里还有刚才软糖留下的味道。难怪电视上的人都要把舌头伸进去……
过了许久，两人都发挥了惊人的肺活量之后，才缓缓的分开。
「呼…呼…」虽是接吻，但怎么觉得…怪怪的…
「呼…呼…」心满意足的再舔了舔唇瓣。望向................
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013
My Two Black Experiences
This is a true story.� Two years after I was widowed I had a couple of
gay experiences unleashing desires that I had suppressed for many, many
years.� At the time in Providence there was a heterosexual�adult movie
theater and I discovered that there were many men who had man to man sex
there.� I began to frequent the theater and had gotten sucked off a
couple of times.� One time I noticed a tall slim black man standing
inside the entrance door of one of the aisles.� I could barely see him
because it was dark, so I changed my seat sitting 4 or 5 seats from the
aisle near him.� I watched him as he occasionally put his hand down his
sweat pants and apparently massaged his cock and balls.� This excited me
a lot so I took out my cock and jerked myself off.
�
The next time I went to the theater he was there again so this time I sat
in the first seat at the aisle just behind him so I could see better.� He
did much the same as the last time but this time he also lifted his shirt
and pinched his nipples.� This went on for a couple of weeks each time I
was getting more and more excited and more brave.� I had now been
standing behind him and he occasionally teased me by backing into my
crotch and wiggling his ass against it.� But whenever I would try to
touch him he would push my hand away.� Finally one day as I was standing
behind him and now caressing his chest and pinching his nipples he
allowed me to grab his hard cock and stroke him.� I was so fucking hot, I
wanted so much to hold him and kiss him, but he wouldn't allow that.� I
was able, however, to jerk him off.� His cock felt great in my big
Italian hand ( I am 6' and 210 pounds ).� His cock felt smaller than mine
but then, just before he was about to come the most amazing thing
happened.� I was stroking him fast and kissing his neck from behind.� I
think he was so hot he forgot where he was and would have let me do
anything I wanted to him.� I was gripping his cock so tight and then it
grew in my hand, thickened, and lengthened impressively as I felt the
bursts of cum shoot out of his hot cock onto the theater floor.� He shot
his load, put his cock back in his sweats and left the theater leaving me
to take care of myself.� I went to the restroom and finished myself off
into the urinal.
�
This left me with a huge desire to be much more intimate with a black
man.
�
A few weeks later, I learned of a bath house in the downtown area.� When
I finally got up the courage to visit there I was amazed.� There was one
large open shower where a couple of men were showering and one guy was
sucking the other and then a large dark room where a few guys were
fucking and sucking.� It was a whole new experience for me, and so
sexually exciting.� I must have cum three time during my first visit
�
It was very important for me to remain closeted because I had a grown
family.� Nevertheless, I was so horny that I had to risk going there
again.� The next time I went, there was this handsome young black man at
the entrance.� I paid for a room and he told me that he would bring me a
couple of towels.� I went to the room, stripped down and was laying on
the bed.� I had a nice dark brown bush, an eight inch long, six inch
around uncut cock and I was highly aroused. The attendant, came to my
room and brought me my towels.� He looked me over and told me that I had
a hot cock.� We had.................
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親兄弟明算賬
………………………………（小學）………………………………
小林守小心翼翼地把小豬儲蓄罐的透明塑料塞子拔開，咣啷咣啷掏出幾枚鋼鏰兒。
只要送給同桌小玲一套校門口賣的彩色水筆，她就答應和他牽下手。
小林守深情望著手心裡的鋼鏰兒，彷彿那裡開出一朵鮮花來，渾然不覺雙胞胎弟弟林恭正倚靠在門邊，眯著眼盯著他。
「哥，你想追小玲？」
「哈？」小林守嚇了一跳，下意識地否認：「沒有！不要亂說！」
林恭撇嘴一笑：「小玲把你寫給她的情書給我看了。」
「……」
「把你的錢都給我，我就不告訴爸媽。」
「……」小林守抱著小豬罐，哭喪著臉：「你要這麼多錢幹嘛？」
「買糖啊。」
幾天後，小林守親眼看見小玲和小胖背著書包一起回家，欲哭無淚，十指幾乎絞碎胸前的紅領巾，氣的詛咒林恭滿嘴長蛀牙……
………………………………（初中）…………………………
小林守用小豬儲蓄罐裡的鋼鏰兒向老媽換了一張百元大鈔，準備大出血請班花吃肯德基。
終於到了週末，對著鏡子做好半天心理準備，臨出門卻怎麼也找不到那張毛爺爺，急得團團轉。
「小恭，有見過我的一百塊麼？」
「見過，花掉了，麥當勞。」
「你！」
「請班花還不如請我呢，你們班花那麼醜。」
「嚇……，你怎麼知道我要請班花，不對，先還錢再說！」林守張牙舞爪。
「哦，本來想告訴媽媽你要早戀了，結果吃麥當勞耽誤了，那我現在就去找咱媽。」
林守立刻像是被拍蔫的螃蟹，扯住林恭的衣角，悻悻然道：「算了，當哥哥請你，你替我保密。」
林恭翹了翹嘴角，不可置否。
………………………………（高中）………………………………
林守的小豬儲蓄罐的鋼鏰兒經常集體不翼而飛，林守大惑不解，終於在某月黑風高夜人贓俱獲。
林爸結結實實地抽了林恭一頓。
望著縮在被子裡疼地抽氣的弟弟，林守又氣又心疼，責備道：「好好的幹嘛偷錢呢。」
「哼。」
「很疼吧？」
「不疼！」
林守望著林恭倔強的神色，伸手摸了摸他的頭，學著大人的樣子唉了一聲：「算了，你要是缺錢，直接向我要吧，不要再做那種事情了。」
………………………………（大學）………………………………
「哥，給錢買吃！」
「哥，給錢買書！」
「哥，給錢買衣服！」
「哥，給錢交房租！」
「哥，給錢買套！」
……
「靠，那麼多錢你都花哪裡去了？？」
在林恭的大手大腳下，林守的大學生活過的異常拮据，在林恭租在校外的房子裡爆發了小宇宙。
「別的也就算了，現在買套都要向我要？？？」
林恭似笑非笑看著他，「不是說缺錢就向你要麼？有錢泡妞，沒錢養弟弟？」
「泡你個頭，你哥我窮的連褲子都買不起！」林守是真的炸毛了。
「那就別穿了唄。」
「你！你丫個白眼狼！」林守一口氣好不容易喘過來，拋出一賬本，怒道：「親兄弟明算賬，把錢全部還給我！」
林恭一翻本子，面色刷地鐵青，「居然精確到小數點？」
林守哼了一聲。
林恭轉身下樓，不多時取了一沓人民幣遞給林守，林守也不客氣，拿指頭蘸了蘸唾沫便點了起來。
「錢不夠！」林守邊說邊抬眼，愣了。
林恭滿臉泛著冰渣，狠狠扯開幾個襯衣鈕，兩手搭上皮帶，居高臨下，「既然親兄弟明算賬，哥，安全套的錢我只出一半！」
番外兩位社會青年
除夕夜，放年假回家的兄弟陪爸媽看春晚，四個人還沒堅持到倒計時便呵欠連天，各回各屋各睡各覺。
林守迷迷糊糊當中感覺一人輕輕溜進房來，咔嗒反鎖了門，然後便有灼熱的氣息噴在耳邊。
一雙微涼的手伸進被窩裡，在皮膚上激起了細小的雞皮疙瘩，林守唔了一聲，立刻有個柔軟的東西貼上了唇，身下卻有什麼東西隔著棉被重重地頂著他。
林守被蹭地醒轉過來，有人鑽進被窩，沒耐心對付睡衣鈕，直接一把將睡衣掀到胸口處，湊上去攻城掠地，重重的舔吻落在光潔的皮膚上。
林恭唇舌熱烈地動作著，右手的拇指準確地按壓住另一邊，揉捻擠壓，逼得林守惺忪的睡眼裡泛起淚光，舉起雙手別彆扭扭地抵抗。林恭微微喘著氣，一邊將他壓制在身下，一邊用早已膨脹的下身去摩擦林守的，一邊在耳邊泛著濕氣地喊著「哥哥」。
禁忌的顫慄感從小腹順著血管向全身蔓延，全身的血液呼隆隆地倒灌倒了頭部，林守咬著牙，從牙縫中擠出蚊子般的聲音：「別，爸媽在。」
「他們睡死了，聽不見。」
「別，別碰那裡。」
林守扶住林恭的腰，試圖將他從自己身上推下去，林恭意猶未盡地狠狠頂了兩下，兩手迅速將兩人剝了個精光，肌膚相親，兩人都感覺□狠狠地竄了竄。
林恭起身靠在床頭，將林守圈在懷裡，一手從臂下穿過揪起林守胸前的突起，一手大膽而直接地玩弄著臍下三寸的部位，將那裡的毛髮撥開，五指不輕不重地摩擦著。
林守難耐地掙了掙，林恭湊到他耳邊，一邊用舌尖輕戳耳道，一邊帶了撒嬌的鼻音哀求：「哥，就從了我吧，回家後都沒做過，我實在忍不住了……」
林守兩手無意識地將床單抓起一個包，努力保持著一絲清明：「不行，沒有避孕套，會弄髒床單。」......................
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Sunday, June 30, 2013
Extreme Party
I went online to a chat room for gay men.I was looking to meet a friend
that I could play with from time to time.Since I had only been with a
couple of other guys in my life, I was very inexperienced, and pretty shy
about the whole idea.I found out that I was a "bottom" from people in the
chat room, and they told me that I was looking for a "top" to be with.
I changed my profile to say that I was looking for an extreme top to party, hang out and play with.I said "extreme top" because I knew that I was really shy and I didn't want my new friend to be turned off by this.He needed to be extreme, as in telling me what to do and not expect me to do it all by myself.
Within a few minutes of changing it, I got a private message from someone named "Simonsez".He was an older man with a decent build and an 8" dick according to his profile.There was a picture of him, and he looked like a friendly, professional guy that was around my parents' age.We talked for a while, and I told him all about myself and what I liked.I made sure that he knew about my shyness, and how I'd like someone to show me the ropes and explore all of my sexuality.He sounded like the perfect fit for this, so we decided to meet at his house that evening.
When the time came, I showered and got myself dressed and looking good.I drove over and knocked at the door.I was so nervous that I had butterflies in my stomach."Simon" opened the door and had me step in.I said hello, and he told me that I was even better looking than my picture in the chat room.He took control of the conversation, and told me not to say anything.
"I am going to explore all of you, we will fulfill some of your fantasies, and we'll create some things to dream about in the nights ahead.I only want you to stay quiet, don't ask any questions, and give me your complete trust.""Can you do this?"With this, I quickly nodded yes, and he began undressing me.
As he slid my underwear down to expose my penis, I felt a surge and I instantly got a little harder."This is very nice" he said while taking hold of my penis.I was completely hard now, and he took out some sort of harness and locked it around my dick and balls.He...................
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I changed my profile to say that I was looking for an extreme top to party, hang out and play with.I said "extreme top" because I knew that I was really shy and I didn't want my new friend to be turned off by this.He needed to be extreme, as in telling me what to do and not expect me to do it all by myself.
Within a few minutes of changing it, I got a private message from someone named "Simonsez".He was an older man with a decent build and an 8" dick according to his profile.There was a picture of him, and he looked like a friendly, professional guy that was around my parents' age.We talked for a while, and I told him all about myself and what I liked.I made sure that he knew about my shyness, and how I'd like someone to show me the ropes and explore all of my sexuality.He sounded like the perfect fit for this, so we decided to meet at his house that evening.
When the time came, I showered and got myself dressed and looking good.I drove over and knocked at the door.I was so nervous that I had butterflies in my stomach."Simon" opened the door and had me step in.I said hello, and he told me that I was even better looking than my picture in the chat room.He took control of the conversation, and told me not to say anything.
"I am going to explore all of you, we will fulfill some of your fantasies, and we'll create some things to dream about in the nights ahead.I only want you to stay quiet, don't ask any questions, and give me your complete trust.""Can you do this?"With this, I quickly nodded yes, and he began undressing me.
As he slid my underwear down to expose my penis, I felt a surge and I instantly got a little harder."This is very nice" he said while taking hold of my penis.I was completely hard now, and he took out some sort of harness and locked it around my dick and balls.He...................
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Falling For Straight Boys
I was in my fourth quarter in school, and everything was going considerably
ok, I had been through a couple sets of friends, had recently come out of
the closet to my mother and family and I had a very "fuck the world"
attitude. My name is Drew and I go to school in Ft. Lauderdale, one of the
gay capitals of our great country LOL. I had no intention of ever falling
for a straight guy, although you could say that it is the story of my
life. Even when I realized that I was gay in my senior year of high school,
I had used my easiest outlet to explore my new sexuality, closeted as it was, and there was no better outlet than that of the coveted and controversial boy scouts. I used those exploratory hormonal camp outs' to "prey" on the needs of my fellow troop members. Yep, I gave good head. I remember a couple people in particular. There was Rusty, Noah, and Jeff. Rusty was my best friend in high school's boyfriend (HER name was Brooke). He used to sport a very ugly bowl cut that I in my cosmetologist stage rid him of and transformed him into a total hottie! Noah was my type all the way he was taller, younger, hotter, and a soccer player. So we had common interests. Yep we both loved balls! Soccer balls that is. LOL. Yeah I never had a passion for any other sports other that gymnastics and soccer.
Now Jeff wasn't hot by any means, he was cute but a little on the pudgy side, but boy did he have a huge dick! He hit puberty way before I did, I'd still like to think that at 19 I'm still going through puberty, my voice hasn't lowered yet and my balls aren't big as most peoples but all around I'm not a very big guy to begin with. I'm actually on the scrawny side. In Junior high I was a nerd I guess but I always had friends and I was very popular with the popular crowd labeled as "the smart kid." I grew into my looks in High School However, I didn't get any bigger I'm about 83lbs wet with my shoes on and full of water. Yep I'm really skinny, I'm not very tall however only about 5'3" or 5'4" so I'm not lanky, No I'm just cute little Drew.
And I am cute, I realized that one day as I was staring at myself in the mirror, I have very pretty dark brown eyes perfectly arched eyebrows with a very cute scar in the right one, (just like Holly Marie Combs) and a beautiful complexion. In a way I guess I'm glad that I've gone through puberty later than most because I've never really had a battle with acne, I have a very Afro-centric little button nose and perfectly full lips, much smaller that those of my older and younger brothers. I have to say that I have very feminine facial features, I guess that comes from sharing a womb with my twin sister Nevaeh, which is heaven spelled back wards, god rest her soul. She died before we were born, and I was the twin that survived. She never got a name, so I named her and Nevaeh seemed perfect because I always said that I'd see her in heaven someday.
But anyway back to my story, your reading this because you want to read about sex, so let's get to it. Anyway, I have a perfect complexion and I'm about two or three shades lighter than my brothers which is good cause they are really dark.I'm in no way light-skinned but I'm much lighter than them. Anyway I have extremely curly black hair, that I recently cut very short and no facial hair whatsoever, I'm a mix between a really cute little boy and a pretty young lady. But I have a bad ass attitude.
I guess that it is my strongest point as well as my weakest, it is the reason why I'm so popular now in college, because I don't give a fuck! But it does keep me from seeming approachable which is why I guess until you get to know me a lot of people don't approach me, I guess it's also the reason why a lot of people don't think or know that I'm gay until I tell them. I don't know why, I don't act straight. Now don't get me wrong, I'm in no way Queenie but I'm not the most masculine man that you'll meet by a long shot. Anyway, I've met a lot of people here, a lot of them gay a lot of them"straight" Which is what I will be talking about today. I've had a lot of sex since I became sexually active, to the number of 40 different people, in the past 3 years. Since I came to college I have received a label from some of my gay friends as easy, I don't agree, I simply think that I have a healthy sexual appetite, and I'm hungry, really hungry, a lot! Lot's of people ask me how I do it like my friend Darrell he calls me legendary. Like I told you I'm cute, and I'm subtle, I wait for my opening and then I take it which ever way that it comes. That's what I did in my most recent escapade which is the reason for this story.
A couple of months ago in my transition from one group of friends to another I met a guy, Let's just call him Dorian, Dorian Burns. Now Dorian, is cute, he is about 6' curly brown hair, and brown eyes and a perfect nose. He also has very small kissable lips. Very Kissable but we'll get to that. Anyway, I never thought that Dorian was really my type, oh who am I kidding, the ruggedly handsome, AF model is everyone's type. I guess I could say that while he was cute, I never found myself attracted to him. At least I think that's what I told myself to avoid making it awkward between us. After all how attractive is someone that bonds with you over "The Exorcist".So the month went on and Dorian pissed off my group of friends. Naturally, I comforted the one that he hurt, she later turned out to be a drama junkie, yeah a real soul sucking spider! and I understood perfectly why he would act the way he did. Over the next couple of weeks Dorian and I started to hang out a lot more. I realized that he was very funny in his own way and he was also very flirtatious, to wards me! The question of Dorian's sexuality has always been a sensitive subject for the entire dormitory in which we lived. He said that he was attracted to girls, that he loved girls, and things like he wanted a wife and kids, and all that great stuff. But he had been rumored to sleep with guys, not just any guys but one of my very cute openly gay, friends! Not to mention that his gestures and actions not to mention voice suggested that he was not hetero in the slightest, and he has more facial products than me! Now that's strange. So in my mind I just marked down that he had bi sexual tendencies. Until I got to know him better.
I soon learned that Dorian can drink like a fish and he likes to drink, a lot! He's the type that does strange things and forgets in the morning when he's drunk. But he also really speaks how he feels when he's drunk. I've learned a lot about how and what he thinks about himself when he was drunk. We have had many important conversations when we were both rather buzzed. We've talked about who he likes, who he wants to fuck, how he fucked up his little brothers life, everything. Over the past couple of weeks I had try as I might become attracted to my new best friend. I kept telling myself that it wasn't true, I was in a loving committed relationship of 4-1/2 years, this couldn't be happening not now! But it was. Dorian knew from the day that I met him that I was gay and that I was proud to be gay. I was in no way in the closet. Yet he had become increasingly comfortable with his display of sexual whatever the fuck it was. Pulling me into the bathroom with him to "discuss" situations with people in the next room when we were drunk and non relentlessly pulling out his dick to take a piss, with this look in his eyes, like he was wondering if I was going to look, like he was expecting me to look, like he wanted me to look. Needless to say I looked, not so much as an obvious gander, but as I was cooking and it was my room and I was in there first. So I casually glanced up and took a look over the top of my glasses and looked at the reflection in the mirror, only for a second but I looked. All I could tell was that he had a decent sized head. and that it was a lovely shade of pink. Other things like long lingering eye locks and playful flirtatious fighting that I never took seriously. Sure I took care of him when he was sick, he would have done the same for me. Sure we had kissed each other good night before, but that just meant that he was comfortable with his sexuality, whatever the fuck it was. I had discussed many times before with our other best friend Rizzo an openly gay lesbian at the tender age of 17 that I didn't have feelings for Dorian and that was because he wasn't at a place in his life mentally where I could be with him physically, or some bullshit like that. Anything to get the feelings out of my head, and.............
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I had used my easiest outlet to explore my new sexuality, closeted as it was, and there was no better outlet than that of the coveted and controversial boy scouts. I used those exploratory hormonal camp outs' to "prey" on the needs of my fellow troop members. Yep, I gave good head. I remember a couple people in particular. There was Rusty, Noah, and Jeff. Rusty was my best friend in high school's boyfriend (HER name was Brooke). He used to sport a very ugly bowl cut that I in my cosmetologist stage rid him of and transformed him into a total hottie! Noah was my type all the way he was taller, younger, hotter, and a soccer player. So we had common interests. Yep we both loved balls! Soccer balls that is. LOL. Yeah I never had a passion for any other sports other that gymnastics and soccer.
Now Jeff wasn't hot by any means, he was cute but a little on the pudgy side, but boy did he have a huge dick! He hit puberty way before I did, I'd still like to think that at 19 I'm still going through puberty, my voice hasn't lowered yet and my balls aren't big as most peoples but all around I'm not a very big guy to begin with. I'm actually on the scrawny side. In Junior high I was a nerd I guess but I always had friends and I was very popular with the popular crowd labeled as "the smart kid." I grew into my looks in High School However, I didn't get any bigger I'm about 83lbs wet with my shoes on and full of water. Yep I'm really skinny, I'm not very tall however only about 5'3" or 5'4" so I'm not lanky, No I'm just cute little Drew.
And I am cute, I realized that one day as I was staring at myself in the mirror, I have very pretty dark brown eyes perfectly arched eyebrows with a very cute scar in the right one, (just like Holly Marie Combs) and a beautiful complexion. In a way I guess I'm glad that I've gone through puberty later than most because I've never really had a battle with acne, I have a very Afro-centric little button nose and perfectly full lips, much smaller that those of my older and younger brothers. I have to say that I have very feminine facial features, I guess that comes from sharing a womb with my twin sister Nevaeh, which is heaven spelled back wards, god rest her soul. She died before we were born, and I was the twin that survived. She never got a name, so I named her and Nevaeh seemed perfect because I always said that I'd see her in heaven someday.
But anyway back to my story, your reading this because you want to read about sex, so let's get to it. Anyway, I have a perfect complexion and I'm about two or three shades lighter than my brothers which is good cause they are really dark.I'm in no way light-skinned but I'm much lighter than them. Anyway I have extremely curly black hair, that I recently cut very short and no facial hair whatsoever, I'm a mix between a really cute little boy and a pretty young lady. But I have a bad ass attitude.
I guess that it is my strongest point as well as my weakest, it is the reason why I'm so popular now in college, because I don't give a fuck! But it does keep me from seeming approachable which is why I guess until you get to know me a lot of people don't approach me, I guess it's also the reason why a lot of people don't think or know that I'm gay until I tell them. I don't know why, I don't act straight. Now don't get me wrong, I'm in no way Queenie but I'm not the most masculine man that you'll meet by a long shot. Anyway, I've met a lot of people here, a lot of them gay a lot of them"straight" Which is what I will be talking about today. I've had a lot of sex since I became sexually active, to the number of 40 different people, in the past 3 years. Since I came to college I have received a label from some of my gay friends as easy, I don't agree, I simply think that I have a healthy sexual appetite, and I'm hungry, really hungry, a lot! Lot's of people ask me how I do it like my friend Darrell he calls me legendary. Like I told you I'm cute, and I'm subtle, I wait for my opening and then I take it which ever way that it comes. That's what I did in my most recent escapade which is the reason for this story.
A couple of months ago in my transition from one group of friends to another I met a guy, Let's just call him Dorian, Dorian Burns. Now Dorian, is cute, he is about 6' curly brown hair, and brown eyes and a perfect nose. He also has very small kissable lips. Very Kissable but we'll get to that. Anyway, I never thought that Dorian was really my type, oh who am I kidding, the ruggedly handsome, AF model is everyone's type. I guess I could say that while he was cute, I never found myself attracted to him. At least I think that's what I told myself to avoid making it awkward between us. After all how attractive is someone that bonds with you over "The Exorcist".So the month went on and Dorian pissed off my group of friends. Naturally, I comforted the one that he hurt, she later turned out to be a drama junkie, yeah a real soul sucking spider! and I understood perfectly why he would act the way he did. Over the next couple of weeks Dorian and I started to hang out a lot more. I realized that he was very funny in his own way and he was also very flirtatious, to wards me! The question of Dorian's sexuality has always been a sensitive subject for the entire dormitory in which we lived. He said that he was attracted to girls, that he loved girls, and things like he wanted a wife and kids, and all that great stuff. But he had been rumored to sleep with guys, not just any guys but one of my very cute openly gay, friends! Not to mention that his gestures and actions not to mention voice suggested that he was not hetero in the slightest, and he has more facial products than me! Now that's strange. So in my mind I just marked down that he had bi sexual tendencies. Until I got to know him better.
I soon learned that Dorian can drink like a fish and he likes to drink, a lot! He's the type that does strange things and forgets in the morning when he's drunk. But he also really speaks how he feels when he's drunk. I've learned a lot about how and what he thinks about himself when he was drunk. We have had many important conversations when we were both rather buzzed. We've talked about who he likes, who he wants to fuck, how he fucked up his little brothers life, everything. Over the past couple of weeks I had try as I might become attracted to my new best friend. I kept telling myself that it wasn't true, I was in a loving committed relationship of 4-1/2 years, this couldn't be happening not now! But it was. Dorian knew from the day that I met him that I was gay and that I was proud to be gay. I was in no way in the closet. Yet he had become increasingly comfortable with his display of sexual whatever the fuck it was. Pulling me into the bathroom with him to "discuss" situations with people in the next room when we were drunk and non relentlessly pulling out his dick to take a piss, with this look in his eyes, like he was wondering if I was going to look, like he was expecting me to look, like he wanted me to look. Needless to say I looked, not so much as an obvious gander, but as I was cooking and it was my room and I was in there first. So I casually glanced up and took a look over the top of my glasses and looked at the reflection in the mirror, only for a second but I looked. All I could tell was that he had a decent sized head. and that it was a lovely shade of pink. Other things like long lingering eye locks and playful flirtatious fighting that I never took seriously. Sure I took care of him when he was sick, he would have done the same for me. Sure we had kissed each other good night before, but that just meant that he was comfortable with his sexuality, whatever the fuck it was. I had discussed many times before with our other best friend Rizzo an openly gay lesbian at the tender age of 17 that I didn't have feelings for Dorian and that was because he wasn't at a place in his life mentally where I could be with him physically, or some bullshit like that. Anything to get the feelings out of my head, and.............
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Joels Gym
For a short guy, he did a ton of work around the gym. He played an integral part of running the place. He always helped members with anything they could need, and he did his best to make sure nothing was ever out of place. The dark haired kid had a bright youthful smile. He was thin framed but he was by no means little or frail. He used the gym just enough to stay in shape but stop himself short of massing up. Daniel wanted to make Joel proud of his decision to hire him. Joel trusted him a lot.
When Damien returned to look the gym over again, Daniel insisted on showing him around. He liked Damien's soft manner with his hypnotic blue eyes. When he laughed, his eyes closed just enough that his that those baby blues peaked out teasingly.He had a light covering of hair on his head. And oh god, his thin red lips hid beautiful teeth and a luscious tongue.
"Daniel, where is the sauna?" Damien smiled at the young man in tight jeans and a white gym shirt.
"Sorry, Sir. The sauna is just around the corner. You can see it from here. We can go closer or even inside if you'd like."
"Inside would be nice" As Damien's words trailed off, Daniel imagined for a moment that Damien meant inside his own warm flesh.
"But no, I can see it from here. Is it big?" Daniel hoped so.
"Yes." He was speechless as he watched Damien slowly walk towards the sauna. As the taller man walked away, Daniel's eyes were glued on his ass. Damien's curves were evident in his somewhat loose black slacks. His hips were....................
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谁虐了我的小受
我叫高征，你说的没错，就是高征的高，高征的征。
我现在要坦白我人生的两大失足，第一，认识了一个超级无敌霹雳损友萧云；第二，在我老妈夜以继日的轰炸下，光荣成为了一名同志。你又说对了，就是同志的同，同志的志。
在我写这篇控诉之前，我问了萧云这样一个问题：
如果我用一根硬棒用力地往一个小洞里插，不久之后有乳白色的液体从小洞里冒出，我感到非常愉悦，请问我在干什么。
萧云毫不犹豫地回答我：喝软包装牛奶。
老实说，经历了老妈的疯狂教育，面对这个答案，我几乎不知道是我的神经出了问题，还是萧云的精神有毛病。
于是，我做出了人生第三个重大决定：我要让萧云做我的小受。
萧云问我：“小受是什么？”
我回答：“小受就是什么都不用做，饿了有人喂，哭了有人陪，一三五装小白，二四六装皇后，隔三差五玩玩失踪，每逢休假和主人一起喝喝软包牛奶。”
没想到萧云竟说：“那不是高征你最擅长的吗？”
当下，他被我P飞到萨达姆勒姆恐怖组织基地。开什么星际玩笑！我堂堂高征，七尺男儿，怎能被人压？
你看这体形，你看这长相，你看这风流倜傥英俊潇洒羽扇纶巾力拔山河一夫当关万夫莫敌的气质，天生就是做攻的好料！
听我一席话，萧云在异国他乡远远地吼道，与其与这等自恋之人共朝夕，我宁愿做人体炸弹。
我当机立断，带领着由外公外婆爷爷奶奶爸爸妈妈叔叔婶婶大伯二伯三伯四伯……组成的家理会维和部队冲向了伊拉克。
自此，我与小受萧云的同居生活，凄凄惨惨戚戚、轰轰烈烈地开始了。
大家鼓掌！
《虐之起床上学篇》
“高征是只猪，高征快起床！滴嘟……高征是只猪，高征快起床！滴嘟……”
该死的OOXX破闹钟！自从有了它，生活变得好残忍，真不知道这是什么黑暗世界，连这种自定义铃声的闹钟都有的卖，更可恶的是，不知道萧云那小子是从哪儿弄来的！
身旁一只大脚不客气地吻上了我的屁股，一下子把我踹到床底下。
“喂，小攻，去做早饭。”听这慵懒而魅惑十足的声音，不是萧云还能是谁？在我听来，再没有什么比他的嗓音更能称之为魔音了。
自从同居之后，他就不客气地登堂入室，也大大咧咧地唤我小攻，即便是双方家长在场，也毫不害臊。每次他老姐和我老姐套我们闺房之事的时候，连我都想找个地缝钻进去，他却老神在在地坐上位，兵来将挡水来土淹。
事实上，睡在一张床上那么久，我们还没有做出过拉拉小手、亲亲脸蛋以外的动作。上星期六的早晨，这家伙竟然还无比哀怨地埋怨我，说我不能满足他的“性”福，甚至企图扒下我的米奇内裤看看我是不是不举了。
在受了深度重创之后，我决定闭关修炼一段时间。
那一晚夹带私逃回了娘家，结果连门还没进，就被我老妈一个狮吼功振了回来。
我心想**这都什么父母，连自己儿子要被人强奸了都不管。
第二天清晨我收到联邦快递送来的一箱强力牌保险套，我终于明白了父母的用心良苦。
娘啊！我才是攻！
“你在那里叽里呱啦说什么呢？再不做饭就要迟到了。”
萧云再次用那魔音把我拉回了现实，他已经洗漱完毕，正在熨烫我俩的校服。说真的，我越发觉得自己眼光真不赖，我的小受..................
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我现在要坦白我人生的两大失足，第一，认识了一个超级无敌霹雳损友萧云；第二，在我老妈夜以继日的轰炸下，光荣成为了一名同志。你又说对了，就是同志的同，同志的志。
在我写这篇控诉之前，我问了萧云这样一个问题：
如果我用一根硬棒用力地往一个小洞里插，不久之后有乳白色的液体从小洞里冒出，我感到非常愉悦，请问我在干什么。
萧云毫不犹豫地回答我：喝软包装牛奶。
老实说，经历了老妈的疯狂教育，面对这个答案，我几乎不知道是我的神经出了问题，还是萧云的精神有毛病。
于是，我做出了人生第三个重大决定：我要让萧云做我的小受。
萧云问我：“小受是什么？”
我回答：“小受就是什么都不用做，饿了有人喂，哭了有人陪，一三五装小白，二四六装皇后，隔三差五玩玩失踪，每逢休假和主人一起喝喝软包牛奶。”
没想到萧云竟说：“那不是高征你最擅长的吗？”
当下，他被我P飞到萨达姆勒姆恐怖组织基地。开什么星际玩笑！我堂堂高征，七尺男儿，怎能被人压？
你看这体形，你看这长相，你看这风流倜傥英俊潇洒羽扇纶巾力拔山河一夫当关万夫莫敌的气质，天生就是做攻的好料！
听我一席话，萧云在异国他乡远远地吼道，与其与这等自恋之人共朝夕，我宁愿做人体炸弹。
我当机立断，带领着由外公外婆爷爷奶奶爸爸妈妈叔叔婶婶大伯二伯三伯四伯……组成的家理会维和部队冲向了伊拉克。
自此，我与小受萧云的同居生活，凄凄惨惨戚戚、轰轰烈烈地开始了。
大家鼓掌！
《虐之起床上学篇》
“高征是只猪，高征快起床！滴嘟……高征是只猪，高征快起床！滴嘟……”
该死的OOXX破闹钟！自从有了它，生活变得好残忍，真不知道这是什么黑暗世界，连这种自定义铃声的闹钟都有的卖，更可恶的是，不知道萧云那小子是从哪儿弄来的！
身旁一只大脚不客气地吻上了我的屁股，一下子把我踹到床底下。
“喂，小攻，去做早饭。”听这慵懒而魅惑十足的声音，不是萧云还能是谁？在我听来，再没有什么比他的嗓音更能称之为魔音了。
自从同居之后，他就不客气地登堂入室，也大大咧咧地唤我小攻，即便是双方家长在场，也毫不害臊。每次他老姐和我老姐套我们闺房之事的时候，连我都想找个地缝钻进去，他却老神在在地坐上位，兵来将挡水来土淹。
事实上，睡在一张床上那么久，我们还没有做出过拉拉小手、亲亲脸蛋以外的动作。上星期六的早晨，这家伙竟然还无比哀怨地埋怨我，说我不能满足他的“性”福，甚至企图扒下我的米奇内裤看看我是不是不举了。
在受了深度重创之后，我决定闭关修炼一段时间。
那一晚夹带私逃回了娘家，结果连门还没进，就被我老妈一个狮吼功振了回来。
我心想**这都什么父母，连自己儿子要被人强奸了都不管。
第二天清晨我收到联邦快递送来的一箱强力牌保险套，我终于明白了父母的用心良苦。
娘啊！我才是攻！
“你在那里叽里呱啦说什么呢？再不做饭就要迟到了。”
萧云再次用那魔音把我拉回了现实，他已经洗漱完毕，正在熨烫我俩的校服。说真的，我越发觉得自己眼光真不赖，我的小受..................
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当妈妈不在家的时候
我今年13岁﹐来自一个美满的家庭。我家有爸爸﹐妈妈和一个姐姐﹐所以我在家是被疼爱的。我不知为什么会与爸爸一起做爱﹐我的爸爸已经有45岁了﹐但他的床上功夫一流﹐我被他弄得欲仙欲死﹐可以说是好爽。
那天﹐妈妈和姐姐因为要去参加婚礼而晚上没回家。大约凌晨2点左右﹐我在睡梦中被一种很兴奋的感觉噪醒﹐当时我的內裤已被脱掉﹐我的阴茎也勃起﹐我 睁开眼 睛一看发觉爸爸在抚摸我已勃起的阴茎。我不敢出声﹐因为我怕爸爸会骂我﹐我只有任由爸爸去摆布。当时爸爸并不知我已醒来﹐他一直专心欣赏我的阴茎和睾丸﹐ 爸爸的技术很好。他一时用手来回抚摸我阴茎﹐一时用口吸我的阴茎。这动作一直的重复﹐令我从未有性行为的人欲仙欲死﹐我不敢相信爸爸这动作是多么的伟大﹐ 我只有慢慢地享受被爸爸佔有和爸爸的性爱。大约15分钟﹐我已达到了高潮﹐阴茎也射出精液﹐这是我射出人生第一次的精液。我把精液喷在我身上﹐爸爸便用卫 生纸把它抹干。过后爸爸帮我穿回內裤﹐他便离开我的房间。我在房里想爸爸为何要这样做﹐但我还是很兴奋﹐或许这是我第一次与爸爸的亲密接触﹐我也不知这是 幸福﹐还是性福。
隔天早上﹐我与爸爸一起吃早餐﹐爸爸卻装做昨晚的事没发生﹐与我有谈有笑﹐但我的一生卻被他改变了。晚上，妈妈回来了，妈妈在家的时候﹐爸爸完全没进我房间﹐令我对那天所发生的事想入非非﹐我多么希望爸爸再入我房与我共度夜晚﹐疯狂地做爱。
机会终于来了﹐妈妈和姐姐打算去旅行一个星期﹐我和爸爸没去﹐我觉得爸爸将属于我了。到了晚上﹐我装着睡觉而等着爸爸的到来﹐果然不出所料爸爸来了 ﹐他把 门推开走进来了﹐我很兴奋地。爸爸先在我嘴唇一吻﹐然后便轻轻往我下体一摸﹐我的阴茎已勃起。爸爸就连忙把我的內裤脱掉﹐我勃起的阴茎露在爸爸眼前让爸爸 欣赏。爸爸便用手握住我的阴茎﹐慢慢地来回的移动﹐爸爸又用口吸我的阴茎﹐我太兴奋了。忽然﹐电话铃声响﹐爸爸便停止这动作而走出去听电话。我的兴奋依然 在﹐我不敢移动我身体而睡着等候爸爸的归来。但爸爸听完电话后没有来我的房间﹐等着等着我终于睡了。爸爸整晚没来我房﹐直到早上爸爸来叫我起床﹐我的裤还 没穿上。爸爸见了我的身体﹐便用口吸我阴茎﹐但我很急连忙出声。爸爸卻问我为什么没穿内裤﹐我只有一笑置之。
这天过后﹐我在房间等了3天﹐爸爸还是没来我房间﹐我对爸爸的爱更加深了﹐我决定想一个办法来引诱爸爸来与我做爱。
妈妈两天后将回来﹐我只有在今晚实行我的计划﹐我在晚上七点冲凉时﹐特意叫爸爸拿短裤给我﹐爸爸来到冲凉房时﹐我露着全身给他看﹐爸爸一看很吃惊。我知道他的性欲发作了。我们一起吃饭时﹐我又把我口水让他吃﹐和作出引诱他的性动作。
终于到了晚上﹐我在房间里假装睡着了﹐爸爸推开门进来。我兴奋了﹐我要得到爸爸。爸爸不知我还没睡﹐便走近我身边把我的.......
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那天﹐妈妈和姐姐因为要去参加婚礼而晚上没回家。大约凌晨2点左右﹐我在睡梦中被一种很兴奋的感觉噪醒﹐当时我的內裤已被脱掉﹐我的阴茎也勃起﹐我 睁开眼 睛一看发觉爸爸在抚摸我已勃起的阴茎。我不敢出声﹐因为我怕爸爸会骂我﹐我只有任由爸爸去摆布。当时爸爸并不知我已醒来﹐他一直专心欣赏我的阴茎和睾丸﹐ 爸爸的技术很好。他一时用手来回抚摸我阴茎﹐一时用口吸我的阴茎。这动作一直的重复﹐令我从未有性行为的人欲仙欲死﹐我不敢相信爸爸这动作是多么的伟大﹐ 我只有慢慢地享受被爸爸佔有和爸爸的性爱。大约15分钟﹐我已达到了高潮﹐阴茎也射出精液﹐这是我射出人生第一次的精液。我把精液喷在我身上﹐爸爸便用卫 生纸把它抹干。过后爸爸帮我穿回內裤﹐他便离开我的房间。我在房里想爸爸为何要这样做﹐但我还是很兴奋﹐或许这是我第一次与爸爸的亲密接触﹐我也不知这是 幸福﹐还是性福。
隔天早上﹐我与爸爸一起吃早餐﹐爸爸卻装做昨晚的事没发生﹐与我有谈有笑﹐但我的一生卻被他改变了。晚上，妈妈回来了，妈妈在家的时候﹐爸爸完全没进我房间﹐令我对那天所发生的事想入非非﹐我多么希望爸爸再入我房与我共度夜晚﹐疯狂地做爱。
机会终于来了﹐妈妈和姐姐打算去旅行一个星期﹐我和爸爸没去﹐我觉得爸爸将属于我了。到了晚上﹐我装着睡觉而等着爸爸的到来﹐果然不出所料爸爸来了 ﹐他把 门推开走进来了﹐我很兴奋地。爸爸先在我嘴唇一吻﹐然后便轻轻往我下体一摸﹐我的阴茎已勃起。爸爸就连忙把我的內裤脱掉﹐我勃起的阴茎露在爸爸眼前让爸爸 欣赏。爸爸便用手握住我的阴茎﹐慢慢地来回的移动﹐爸爸又用口吸我的阴茎﹐我太兴奋了。忽然﹐电话铃声响﹐爸爸便停止这动作而走出去听电话。我的兴奋依然 在﹐我不敢移动我身体而睡着等候爸爸的归来。但爸爸听完电话后没有来我的房间﹐等着等着我终于睡了。爸爸整晚没来我房﹐直到早上爸爸来叫我起床﹐我的裤还 没穿上。爸爸见了我的身体﹐便用口吸我阴茎﹐但我很急连忙出声。爸爸卻问我为什么没穿内裤﹐我只有一笑置之。
这天过后﹐我在房间等了3天﹐爸爸还是没来我房间﹐我对爸爸的爱更加深了﹐我决定想一个办法来引诱爸爸来与我做爱。
妈妈两天后将回来﹐我只有在今晚实行我的计划﹐我在晚上七点冲凉时﹐特意叫爸爸拿短裤给我﹐爸爸来到冲凉房时﹐我露着全身给他看﹐爸爸一看很吃惊。我知道他的性欲发作了。我们一起吃饭时﹐我又把我口水让他吃﹐和作出引诱他的性动作。
终于到了晚上﹐我在房间里假装睡着了﹐爸爸推开门进来。我兴奋了﹐我要得到爸爸。爸爸不知我还没睡﹐便走近我身边把我的.......
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玩鸭记
我晚上吃过饭没事，就一个人来到恋歌房，我是这里的常客，老板给我说最近放暑假，他这里来了几个大学生都很帅，我就叫了一个和我一块唱歌，他
叫小波，皮肤
不是很白，是标准古铜色的肌肤，看上去像20出头样子，他刚一进门。居然就把衬衫给脱了。哇！看到他赤裸的上半身，真是太迷人了，尤其是他的腋毛，下来就
是那两粒如钱币的乳头，还有旁边稀少的毛，在他肚脐的下方，还有一撮黑色的阴毛直接延伸到他的裤裆里，看到他肚脐周围的阴毛，真是迷死人了，看到我都发呆
了。我们一块玩到11点，我就把他带到我的住处，今天真的是太兴奋了，很想摸他的全身，我就把他的手放在我的裤裆上，他的手抓住我的大****，我干脆把
他的手放到我的内裤里，让他们更亲切，他还是抓住我的****，还不断搓来搓去，这时我也把我的手放在他的裤裆上一抓。“哇！好大哦！”他把我的手拉回放
在他的裤裆上，他的另一只手也从我的裤里拿出来，紧紧地抓住我的手放在他的裤裆上，他抓我的一只手放在他自己的乳头上，另一只手放到他的裤里，喔！第一次
碰倒他的...........
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Saturday, June 29, 2013
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Friday, June 28, 2013
和弟弟一起裸睡過後的晨間運動
這篇文章來自我在電影區發表的"我的弟弟哪有這麼可愛!(1)"，是根據一段免費網路影片的第一人稱敘述，如果想看原始影片可以在電影區找找，相信已經被埋到很後面了。
因為版規的要求換了題目，看過的人請別見怪
今 天早上醒來，我的弟弟仍然睡得很熟，本來要叫他起床穿衣服準備上學，看到他光裸平滑的背肌，不禁摸了他幾下那一點皺褶也沒有的皮膚，我一邊盯著他的睡相 瞧，一邊用手摸著他身上的其他地方，同時用手安撫我那不安分的器官。最後，我實在按耐不住，用嘴親吻他的滑嫩肌膚，弟弟逐漸醒了過來，並且和我嘴對嘴接 吻，接著我開始用嘴親吻他的胸膛，最後進展到他的私密地帶，一上一下地用嘴幫他的男性象徵進行刺激，他一邊發出很享受的聲音，慢慢把棉被往下拉，把他那正 被我吸吮的生殖器暴露出來，我....
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因為版規的要求換了題目，看過的人請別見怪
今 天早上醒來，我的弟弟仍然睡得很熟，本來要叫他起床穿衣服準備上學，看到他光裸平滑的背肌，不禁摸了他幾下那一點皺褶也沒有的皮膚，我一邊盯著他的睡相 瞧，一邊用手摸著他身上的其他地方，同時用手安撫我那不安分的器官。最後，我實在按耐不住，用嘴親吻他的滑嫩肌膚，弟弟逐漸醒了過來，並且和我嘴對嘴接 吻，接著我開始用嘴親吻他的胸膛，最後進展到他的私密地帶，一上一下地用嘴幫他的男性象徵進行刺激，他一邊發出很享受的聲音，慢慢把棉被往下拉，把他那正 被我吸吮的生殖器暴露出來，我....
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16岁高一生惨被当成奶牛
周末的下午，大街上人来人往，学生们三五成群的在逛街，到处都是开心的笑声，高小涛在买运动服，鞋子，袜子，这不是他要的，他已经有很
多套了，耐克，阿迪
达斯，锐步，李宁，衣柜里堆满了，对于一个高一的学生来说，大多时间是穿校服，可是他不得不买，因为这是一个人的命令，他要他买最新款的运动鞋，袜，运动
裤，本来是很开心的事情，但小涛一点也开心不起来，那些衣服，鞋，袜，不是男孩穿来炫耀的，是工具，某种兴奋剂，16岁的高小涛，白净，高挑，眼睛如水一
般纯净，高挺的鼻子，眉清目秀，嘴巴也很有型，闭着很高傲的感觉，笑起来羞涩可爱，姓格外向的他，喜欢篮球，游泳，在学校是游泳队前几名，今天他穿着红白
耐克运动鞋，白袜，白色的运动衣裤，走在步行街，格外的亮眼，在学校也是很多女生的追逐对像，买完衣服，他坐上车，他要去一个地方，一个他很不愿意去，也
不得不去的地方
分钟后，他出现在一个高档社区，来到16层，敲 门，一个20岁出头的男孩，打开们，一把拉他进来，“买好了”，“哦，都买 了，新款的都是”，小涛答了声，就去了洗手间，他脱下裤子，内裤，他的下身上，竟然套着一只白色的短袜，根部用红色绳子捆扎，有点紧，他解开绳子，拉下白 色短袜，一根半勃起的几巴，跳了出来，白嫩，粗长，硕大，有些包皮，毛也发育的很好，浓黑而整齐，他对着马桶开始撒尿，然后洗净，来到客厅，“来坐在我腿 上”，他很听话的坐了上去，那男孩的手就开始摸小涛的腿，然后开始揉搓他的裆部，“浩哥”,“不要”，他开始....
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分钟后，他出现在一个高档社区，来到16层，敲 门，一个20岁出头的男孩，打开们，一把拉他进来，“买好了”，“哦，都买 了，新款的都是”，小涛答了声，就去了洗手间，他脱下裤子，内裤，他的下身上，竟然套着一只白色的短袜，根部用红色绳子捆扎，有点紧，他解开绳子，拉下白 色短袜，一根半勃起的几巴，跳了出来，白嫩，粗长，硕大，有些包皮，毛也发育的很好，浓黑而整齐，他对着马桶开始撒尿，然后洗净，来到客厅，“来坐在我腿 上”，他很听话的坐了上去，那男孩的手就开始摸小涛的腿，然后开始揉搓他的裆部，“浩哥”,“不要”，他开始....
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Marines And Scout Troop
This is a story of sex between adult male members of the MILITARY. All
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The Marines and The Scout Troop
The day began like any other, with our squad out for a double-time jog. Twelve Marines, shirtless, in combat boots and tight PT shorts running to the sound of deeply masculine cadence up the narrow road alongside a wooded training area out in the ass end of nowhere. I was to the side and behind Chip Hunter, my eyes glued to his big, rounded, solid butt. His massive thighs jolted under his weight and his calves bulged to propel his boots to the next step.His back spread upward to wide, powerful shoulders that swayed sexily as he ran. Tiny rivulets of sweat ran down his thick neck and on down the center of his back and darkened the gray material of his PT shorts. Yeah, I had those kinds of thoughts.Not about just anybody; just my buddies; okay, especially about Chip Hunter.I'd never acted on them but there was the constant attraction to their muscled bodies and their big cocks swinging around the barracks.Right beside me was Denver Lucas.I could see out of the corner of my eyes, his thick chest muscles bouncing each time his boots hit the ground, and his massive thighs bulging as he ran.
We were the best of the best; ask anybody on base. The Marines had a reputation for building men, but we went the extra mile. We had made a conscious, collective decision to be the beset and stand out among all the other Marines. We supplemented Marine chow with protein shakes and bars and we hit the weights three times a week. No more, no less. And the results turned heads any time we were out running; any place we went, actually, whether in PT shorts and combat boots or in full dress uniform.
With Sgt. Davies, our DI, sounding cadence, we rounded a curve in the road that opened up to a wide field with thick woods on two sides. A rushing stream separated the field from the road we were on, and on the other side was a group of boys horsing around and laying around in the thick grass. When they saw us they started waving and yelling at us, holding up bottles, offering us something cold to drink. We laughed and waved back and kept on running. Several paces further, the DI suddenly ordered the column right.
"Anybody use a cold drink?" he yelled as we moved off the road into the grass.
There was a loud "Sergeant, Yes Sergeant!" in unison.
We halted, did an about face and ran back twenty yards and slowed down as we came to the stream. Sgt. Davies led the way, wading right into the water, and we all followed. The boys whooped and yelled with laughter. The water was cold and deeper than it looked. Midstream, it was waist deep. Some of us ducked our heads under and got wet all over to make the chilly water more bearable.We waded out on the other side and up the bank, water streaming down our bodies, our boots and shorts soaked. The boys looked in awe of us. As we approached the group, they came toward us with thermoses and jugs and bottles of drinks. There were nine of them, older than I'd judged from the road; late teens, all bright-eyed and healthy looking; extremely healthy looking, enough that they made me have the kinds of thoughts I had about my buddies.
I guessed they were on an outing, hiking, the way they were all dressed alike in boots and shorts and T-shirts with a bright-colored striped emblem on their sleeves. As we drank our fill the boys asked us questions about the Marines. One kid in particular caught my eye. Already well-muscled, he had a look about him that belied his tender age. He struck me as the type of kid that knew what he wanted out of life and wasn't afraid to go after it; the look I had when I was his age, which was about twelve years ago.
"What're you guys doing out here on base?" I asked as I squatted down on my haunches while he knelt to pour me another cup of cold water.
"Same thing as you guys, staying in shape," he said.
"Well, it's working, in your case," I said, giving him a quick once- over that couldn't be mistaken for anything but admiration and respect.
"Yeah, for you guys, too, big time," he said, his eyes raking over my naked, wet muscles.
"But how do you get on base?" I asked him.
"Asked permission," the boy said. "We got a special permit to come on as a group and observe some of the training. Mostly, the physical stuff. We can only go into certain area.I mean, we can't go out to the rifle ranges or anything like that."
I saw the way he was looking at me.I'd seen the look many times before, but not from someone so young. His eyes kept raking over my wet body, with little mistake of their meaning, aiming flirting glances right between my thighs.
"I didn't know they allowed the scouts base," I said.
"We're not that scouts," he said. "We're GSAs."
"GSAs? I was in scouts and I never heard of GSAs. Is it a new organization, or an off-shoot?"
"You could say that. When they wouldn't let us in, we formed our own scout group.We're not widely known. Actually, its just a local group, guys within a hundred mile radius."
"Wouldn't let you in?What does GSA stand for?" I asked.
He patted the multi-colored patch on his shoulder."Gay Scouts of America," he said, without batting an eye. "Well, that's what we call ourselves; we're not really affiliated with anybody. We just made the name up."
"Oh." It was all I could think of to say for the moment.
"Now that you know, I guess you want to get back across the creek where you'll be safe," he said rather sourly.
"Any reason why I shouldn't feel safe here?" I asked.
"I guess not. You're a Marine, you're probably not afraid of anything," he said. His eyes were still busy over my body but came to rest about crotch level again. He was awfully interested in my crotch and now I knew why.
"Your legs are huge," he said.
I glanced down at my legs. I had big, powerful thighs, and squatted down on my haunches made them look even bigger. When I looked back up our eyes met.
"You're huge all over," he said, looking at my arms, and when he saw that I wasn't hostile he looked back down between my thighs."Those shorts are so tight, you're about to bust out of them."
"They look tighter, wet, but would that be a problem for you if I did bust out of them?" I asked with a tight smile.
"No. Absolutely not," he said. "How big are you?"
"Two forty one," said.
"No, now big are you?"
"Oh." I couldn't believe what he was asking, so bold. "Nobody believes it when I tell them," I said.
"I would," he said, eyeing my crotch more openly now.
"Eleven inches," I said.
His eyes popped and his mouth flew open. "No shit!"
"I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
"No, I believe it," he said. "I just never saw or even heard of anybody being that big. I didn't know it was possible to be hung like that." He laughed."No wonder you need such big, powerful thighs, to carry all that around."
"It's possible," I assured him as I mentally explored all of the other possibilities that this kid and the situation presented.I couldn't believe I was squatted down here, talking about the size of my cock with a teenager who I'd just met.
"I guess you must attract a lot of attention around the barracks," he said.
"The guys are used to it," I said, with a shrug. "Besides, there are a couple more guys in the outfit who are pretty impressive."
"But eleven inches," he said."I guess most guys have to see it to believe it when you tell `em how big you are."
"Well, I don't.......................
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The Marines and The Scout Troop
The day began like any other, with our squad out for a double-time jog. Twelve Marines, shirtless, in combat boots and tight PT shorts running to the sound of deeply masculine cadence up the narrow road alongside a wooded training area out in the ass end of nowhere. I was to the side and behind Chip Hunter, my eyes glued to his big, rounded, solid butt. His massive thighs jolted under his weight and his calves bulged to propel his boots to the next step.His back spread upward to wide, powerful shoulders that swayed sexily as he ran. Tiny rivulets of sweat ran down his thick neck and on down the center of his back and darkened the gray material of his PT shorts. Yeah, I had those kinds of thoughts.Not about just anybody; just my buddies; okay, especially about Chip Hunter.I'd never acted on them but there was the constant attraction to their muscled bodies and their big cocks swinging around the barracks.Right beside me was Denver Lucas.I could see out of the corner of my eyes, his thick chest muscles bouncing each time his boots hit the ground, and his massive thighs bulging as he ran.
We were the best of the best; ask anybody on base. The Marines had a reputation for building men, but we went the extra mile. We had made a conscious, collective decision to be the beset and stand out among all the other Marines. We supplemented Marine chow with protein shakes and bars and we hit the weights three times a week. No more, no less. And the results turned heads any time we were out running; any place we went, actually, whether in PT shorts and combat boots or in full dress uniform.
With Sgt. Davies, our DI, sounding cadence, we rounded a curve in the road that opened up to a wide field with thick woods on two sides. A rushing stream separated the field from the road we were on, and on the other side was a group of boys horsing around and laying around in the thick grass. When they saw us they started waving and yelling at us, holding up bottles, offering us something cold to drink. We laughed and waved back and kept on running. Several paces further, the DI suddenly ordered the column right.
"Anybody use a cold drink?" he yelled as we moved off the road into the grass.
There was a loud "Sergeant, Yes Sergeant!" in unison.
We halted, did an about face and ran back twenty yards and slowed down as we came to the stream. Sgt. Davies led the way, wading right into the water, and we all followed. The boys whooped and yelled with laughter. The water was cold and deeper than it looked. Midstream, it was waist deep. Some of us ducked our heads under and got wet all over to make the chilly water more bearable.We waded out on the other side and up the bank, water streaming down our bodies, our boots and shorts soaked. The boys looked in awe of us. As we approached the group, they came toward us with thermoses and jugs and bottles of drinks. There were nine of them, older than I'd judged from the road; late teens, all bright-eyed and healthy looking; extremely healthy looking, enough that they made me have the kinds of thoughts I had about my buddies.
I guessed they were on an outing, hiking, the way they were all dressed alike in boots and shorts and T-shirts with a bright-colored striped emblem on their sleeves. As we drank our fill the boys asked us questions about the Marines. One kid in particular caught my eye. Already well-muscled, he had a look about him that belied his tender age. He struck me as the type of kid that knew what he wanted out of life and wasn't afraid to go after it; the look I had when I was his age, which was about twelve years ago.
"What're you guys doing out here on base?" I asked as I squatted down on my haunches while he knelt to pour me another cup of cold water.
"Same thing as you guys, staying in shape," he said.
"Well, it's working, in your case," I said, giving him a quick once- over that couldn't be mistaken for anything but admiration and respect.
"Yeah, for you guys, too, big time," he said, his eyes raking over my naked, wet muscles.
"But how do you get on base?" I asked him.
"Asked permission," the boy said. "We got a special permit to come on as a group and observe some of the training. Mostly, the physical stuff. We can only go into certain area.I mean, we can't go out to the rifle ranges or anything like that."
I saw the way he was looking at me.I'd seen the look many times before, but not from someone so young. His eyes kept raking over my wet body, with little mistake of their meaning, aiming flirting glances right between my thighs.
"I didn't know they allowed the scouts base," I said.
"We're not that scouts," he said. "We're GSAs."
"GSAs? I was in scouts and I never heard of GSAs. Is it a new organization, or an off-shoot?"
"You could say that. When they wouldn't let us in, we formed our own scout group.We're not widely known. Actually, its just a local group, guys within a hundred mile radius."
"Wouldn't let you in?What does GSA stand for?" I asked.
He patted the multi-colored patch on his shoulder."Gay Scouts of America," he said, without batting an eye. "Well, that's what we call ourselves; we're not really affiliated with anybody. We just made the name up."
"Oh." It was all I could think of to say for the moment.
"Now that you know, I guess you want to get back across the creek where you'll be safe," he said rather sourly.
"Any reason why I shouldn't feel safe here?" I asked.
"I guess not. You're a Marine, you're probably not afraid of anything," he said. His eyes were still busy over my body but came to rest about crotch level again. He was awfully interested in my crotch and now I knew why.
"Your legs are huge," he said.
I glanced down at my legs. I had big, powerful thighs, and squatted down on my haunches made them look even bigger. When I looked back up our eyes met.
"You're huge all over," he said, looking at my arms, and when he saw that I wasn't hostile he looked back down between my thighs."Those shorts are so tight, you're about to bust out of them."
"They look tighter, wet, but would that be a problem for you if I did bust out of them?" I asked with a tight smile.
"No. Absolutely not," he said. "How big are you?"
"Two forty one," said.
"No, now big are you?"
"Oh." I couldn't believe what he was asking, so bold. "Nobody believes it when I tell them," I said.
"I would," he said, eyeing my crotch more openly now.
"Eleven inches," I said.
His eyes popped and his mouth flew open. "No shit!"
"I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
"No, I believe it," he said. "I just never saw or even heard of anybody being that big. I didn't know it was possible to be hung like that." He laughed."No wonder you need such big, powerful thighs, to carry all that around."
"It's possible," I assured him as I mentally explored all of the other possibilities that this kid and the situation presented.I couldn't believe I was squatted down here, talking about the size of my cock with a teenager who I'd just met.
"I guess you must attract a lot of attention around the barracks," he said.
"The guys are used to it," I said, with a shrug. "Besides, there are a couple more guys in the outfit who are pretty impressive."
"But eleven inches," he said."I guess most guys have to see it to believe it when you tell `em how big you are."
"Well, I don't.......................
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