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Chapter 2: They get me naked
“Whew, now that was a party!” Roger said, grinning a bit lop-sided, like he too was pleasantly buzzed. I felt a bit out of place, being almost alone in the apartment of a man I’d met just a couple of hours earlier, and said, “Hey, I’m sorry, I probably ought to get out of here too.”
“Oh hell no,” he said. “Once you leave then Evan and I have to start cleaning up, and that’s no fun.” I looked around, taking in what looked like hundreds of cups and glasses and plates scattered around.
“Well, I tell you what,” I said. “I’ve drunk so much of your beer I might as well help you clean up, sorta pay my tab.” Evan, sitting on the couch, laughed, and commented that “that might make a good down payment, anyway.” I couldn’t tell for sure from where I was standing, but I think he winked at Roger when he said that. Both laughed, and I did too. I wasn’t sure why Evan was still there, as I knew Roger lived alone, but he didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon.
Evan, I had learned, was a friend of Roger from their Navy days. He too was in his 40s, with dark wavy hair, a neatly trimmed mustache, and a body as equally athletic-looking as Roger’s, though more suited to playing linebacker than Roger’s tall, lean. tennis-player type frame. He was about 5’10”, weighed a good 200 lbs with broad, muscled arms and shoulders, and thick calves and thighs.
By the time we gathered most of the dishes into the kitchen , I had finished what I thought would be my last beer. The kitchen was separated from the living room by a high counter and bar stools. About 10 feet from the counter and parallel to it was a couch, facing the living room and ultimately the sliding glass doors leading out to the balcony where the keg was.
I was sitting on the back of the couch, facing Roger, who was leaning on one elbow on the end of the bar, a little to my left. Evan was sitting on a stool at the far right of the bar, lounging against the counter top. His knees were parted, his heels resting on the rail around the stool’s legs, and I couldn’t help but notice he seemed to have a pretty big packet inside his stretchy, coach’s-style shorts.
“Hey, I appreciate your help cleaning up,” Roger said. “The way that girl Michelle was looking at you I thought for sure you’d be long gone by now.”
I laughed. “Well, she’s a nice gal and all, but there seems to be just a little too much of her to love, if you know what I mean. Besides, I don’t think my girlfriend would approve.”
“Ah, a girlfriend enters the picture … where is she tonight? How come you aren’t in bed with her right now, fucking her silly?”
“She’s spending the summer Mahmutbey Escort at home. I haven’t seen her for a couple of weeks now.”
Evan interjected, “Hell, boy, all the more reason to fool around with a girl like Michelle. You must be horny as hell. It’s summer vacation. Besides, don’t you know fat girls give the best blowjobs? They have to, otherwise they don’t get any cock at all.”
We all laughed, and in my half-drunken state the talk about sucking and fucking was making me regret not pursuing Michelle and getting my cock into her mouth and between those tits, if not actually into her pussy. I was pretty sure she shaved that fat cunt, because I hadn’t seen any evidence of bush under her tight swimsuit when I’d examined her from behind sunglasses that afternoon. In other words, I was half-drunk and now fully horny.
Roger stood up and took a step toward me, looking me in the eyes. “To tell you the truth,” he said slowly, “Evan’s wrong. Fat girls give only the second-best blowjobs in the world.” He sat on the bar stool directly in front of me, his knees, like Evan’s, sprawled open.
At this point, even my drunken, innocent little brain was figuring out what direction this was heading. I realized that Evan wouldn’t be leaving Roger’s apartment until morning. While normally I would have gotten the hell out of there, gone home and jerked off thinking about Michelle’s fat tits or my girlfriend’s spread legs and trimmed pussy, I was just drunk and horny enough to stick around to see what might happen. Besides, anything that happens at 2 a.m. after a night of drinking beer doesn’t really count, does it?
“Oh yeah?” I finally asked Roger, not able to come up with anything else to say. I could feel myself getting sucked into a situation way beyond my control, and I wasn’t in any state to worry about it.
“Yeah,” he said. He stood up and coolly stepped toward me, standing only a foot away, still looking me directly in the eyes. “Who knows better about making a cock feel good than somebody who has one?”
I didn’t move, but felt my heart pounding. Breathing suddenly became an effort. I kept eye contact, staring at him as if in a dream, as he reached out and undid one, then another, then a third button on my shirt. I was like a statue, half sitting on the top of the couch with my hands gripping it on either side of my butt. He kept staring into my eyes, practically hypnotizing me as he slipped one hand inside my shirt and began caressing my chest. His fingers roamed up and down my stomach, down to my navel, before coming back up and gently circling my right nipple. It was as hard as a pebble.
“Bet Mahmutbey Escort Bayan your girlfriend ignores these, too,” he said, as he leisurely tweaked my nipples, one after the other.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I whispered. It was practically a moan. I don’t think I’d ever felt as aroused with my pants on as I did then. I still didn’t quite know exactly what was going to happen, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I didn’t want this to stop.
Roger took his hand from out from under my shirt and began unbuttoning the rest of it. I looked down to watch his hands continue to undress me. As he pulled the shirt-tail out of my shorts, I stood up to make it easier for him. When I sat back down, he parted my legs and stood between my knees.
I looked past his shoulder at Evan. He was still sitting on his bar stool, but his legs were even farther apart. There was no doubt that the bulge in his shorts was bigger. In fact, it looked huge. He kinda laughed, said “It seems to be getting warm in here,” and peeled his shirt off over his head.
I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of his torso. Manly dark curls of hair covered his broad chest and trailed down to obscure his navel, but not the taut muscles of his stomach. His nipples were at least three times the size of mine, hard and at the moment far more sexy, tasty-looking and suckable than Michelle’s cow teats would ever be.
Roger by then had me fully unbuttoned, and he pushed my shirt down my back onto the couch. He ran his hands along my sides and nearly hairless chest, his thumbs playing with my nipples with each pass.
Then things took an unexpected turn. So far it had all been about sensual feeling and sexual lust. But when he put one hand on the back of my head, leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, something changed. I at first tried to back away, but he held me there firmly, pressing his tongue insistently into my mouth. After what seemed like a minute, but probably lasted only a couple of seconds, I gave in. I leaned my head back and a little to one side, opening my mouth wider, letting him tongue-fuck my face as much as he wanted. For the first time in my life I was being seduced, giving in like the girls I had made my moves on, and I loved it. I felt helpless before the wave of the man’s hot, irresistible animal lust.
I couldn’t believe the feelings inside me. My penis was as erect and throbbing as it ever had been in the presence of any bare vagina, and nobody had even pulled down my underwear. Not yet, anyway.
He at last pulled his face away from me to look down at my shorts. He slid both hands down my stomach, Escort Mahmutbey and I sucked in a little, to give him space to slide both hands inside my shorts and cotton briefs. “Oh my,” he commented, turning to look at Evan. “Looks like we got some tightie whities on deck. Not to mention one very, very hard college-boy cock.”
“Gawd, can’t be any tighter than my shorts,” Evan answered. “This is one sexy boy we got here. I’m running out of room in my pants.”
I looked down and watched Roger unbuckle my belt, undo the button, and unzip my shorts. I lifted off the back of the couch and let them fall to the floor. With Evan watching intently, Roger knelt in front of me and removed the shoes and shorts legs from my feet. I obediently lifted each foot in turn, leaving me naked except for my underwear in his living room. That was the second time– but not the last – that I felt nervous about what was happening.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the open windows of the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room. I suddenly imagined that there was a crowd of people watching us with binoculars. I stood up and walked around the couch, leaving Roger on his knees, as I quickly pulled the curtains closed and started to come back to him.
“Hold it right there,” Evan ordered as I got to the middle of the living room. “We can see how hard your cock is inside your underwear. Turn around and show us that pretty little butt again.”
I put my hands on my head and obeyed, slowly turning and swaying to the music a little, knowing that the two men watching me were lusting for me. After about three or four turns, with my back to them, Roger told me to pull down my underwear. Again I obeyed, but pulled the waistband to just below my cheeks, knowing that my firm, slim bottom was my best asset, so to speak.
“Mmmmm, Evan moaned. “That is so fucking sexy.” I turned around, facing them, and at last freed my throbbing hard-on under their attentive gazes. I pulled my underwear to mid-thigh, and walked with shortened, girlish steps back to my place in front of the kneeling Roger.
He immediately pulled my underwear to my ankles, and I again cooperated by lifting each foot so he could take them off me completely. I felt so naughty, so nasty, being stripped naked and so painfully erect in front of these two, mostly clothed, older men.
“Here’s where you find out how good guys can suck cock,” Roger said. He caressed my dick with one hand, knelt lower, and began licking my shaft, with long, flat-tongued strokes. I was so hard, I was afraid I’d explode in cum before things really got started. He seemed to sense that, knelt even lower, and gently began licking my ball sac.
By now I was gasping like I’d just run a 400-meter dash. I was light-headed, a little unsteady, but maybe that was just because most of my blood was pounding through my cock. I spread my legs wider, and looked up in time to see Evan get off his stool and step in close to us.
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