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I sob silently, on the edge of Forrester’s Bridge, as I stand over the rapidly rushing river. My life has become so bad that this was the only alternative I could see. I was so weighed down that my heart squeezed painfully in my chest every few minutes.

The jagged rocks gleam a sickly greenish color in the light of the full moon. I realize that when I jump I would most likely be impaled on the rocks and that my pale, bloated corpse would be carried downstream until somebody dragged it out.

While I think these things my panic and depression receded and that was a really bad thing. Because when I look down again my body is paralyzed with terror. A fine trembling has started throughout my body and my blood rushes almost painfully through my veins. I will my body to move; to back away from the edge, but to no avail. I am frozen completely and I didn’t know how to banish my fear.

Distantly, I hear pounding feet behind me. I couldn’t turn and look but I heard when the feet stopped right behind me.

“Hey, buddy. What are you doing up there? Are you okay?” By the voice I can tell that it’s a he but I got nothing else. His shoes squeak as he steps in behind me. His hand falls on my shoulder so suddenly that I flinch and try to move away from him. But since the only way left to go was down I decided to stay still.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sorry. My name is Robert” He comes into view and I hold my breath as I take him in. He looks about 25 and it shows. His hair is shoulder length and deep red. His eyes are a startling blue and are framed by long eyelashes. His build is slender and lithe, like a swimmer’s. His skin is pale with a hint of freckles on the bridge of his nose. His eyes are full of concern and he extends a hand toward me, wanting to pull me back.

All of the blood in my body seems to travel southward and I harden painfully. He is gorgeous and I enjoy the thought of twisting and pulling his long hair between my fingers as I receive a blowjob. My world spins as the rush of blood south left me dizzy. I flail my arms, feeling around kağıthane escort for purchase and grab onto.

My fingers brush against Robert’s shirt and I grip it tightly as I fall backwards. We tumble and roll together along the grass. I tighten my arms around him and we roll to an abrupt stop against an oak tree. As we roll on the ground together my cock brushes against his ass and he gasps aloud. My back against the tree, Robert ends up in my lap and leaning against my chest.

Holding his waist I stand up slowly while taking him with me. I wrap my arms around his waist and lean back against the trunk. He stretches and tries to face me but I hold his back against my front. I am afraid and I need something to steady myself with. Something that I could control completely and by the sounds Robert wouldn’t be averse if I take advantage of him for awhile. I have to sure though.

I bend forward until I could whisper in his ear. “I know you don’t know me and you owe me nothing, but I need you. I need …” I didn’t know how to say it but he understands. He nods and I sigh in relief.

I draw him so close that he practically sits on my cock and I thrust into his ass hard. He moans and writhes, trying to touch me, but I trap his arms by his side and his moans harder. I slid his hands behind my back and hold his wrists in my left hand. My right, I use to lift his shirt and pull it over his head. Pulling the shirt down to his wrists, I tangle it so that he can’t easily escape. He pants and I can see that it’s not in pleasure.

“I promise not to hurt you,” I rush to console him. “Just say the word and we can stop whenever you want.” He calms a little at my reassurances and settles back into my arms.

“By the way, what’s your name?” He asks the question as if it’s important and I know that it is. He trusts me much more than he should’ve and I can see that it’s a big thing.

“Tage,” I tell him, my lips brushing against his shoulder as I talk. “My name is Tage.” I pull his head back sharply and he cries out. I brush escort beşiktaş my lips across his, once twice, before diving into his mouth and dueling with his tongue. Our mouths seem to lock together and we pant and whine into each other’s mouths.

I travel from his mouth down to his neck and across his shoulder, biting into his skin, marking him. I trail my hands slowly down his chest, seeming to ghost along his flesh. His heated skin contracts at my touch and I pinch his nipple. It hardens further and he sucks in a sharp breath. Flipping our positions I push his back against the tree trunk and trap his hands behind him.

I lick down the line of his chest hair until I reach his navel. Licking in and around it, I swirl deeper and deeper and quickly withdraw before repeating the process. I roll my eyes until I can see him and he whimpers and bucks against my mouth.

“Please,” he whispers breathlessly. “Please go lower. Suck my cock.” I grin up at Rob and lower my head until it is level with his cock. I wrap my mouth around his head through his running shorts and hold it while my tongue dampens the cloth and he desperately tries to thrust into my wet cavern. Slowly, achingly, I pull down his shorts and watch his 7-inch cock pop out and strain towards his belly.

Hissing between his lips, He starts to struggle and force his cock between my lips. I look into his eyes and see a challenge. I know that the only reason we’re in this position is because he allows it. I can sense that he’s like me. Loving both to dominate and be dominated by someone we trust or could grow to trust. By the time I was done with him he would be sucking me and spreading for me whenever and wherever I wanted. But I also knew that I would do the same for him. I couldn’t dominate him or him me; we would learn to be equals. Or we would tear each other apart.

I swoop down on his cock and take it to the hilt. My throat contracts around his length and he starts bucking his hips, trying to go deeper. Growling, I pin his hips to the tree and let go of him. He escort maslak stares down at me in shock and I grab him tightly. He throws his head back and swallows hard.

“You’ll come when I’m good and ready.” My grip tightens as I pull on his cock. “Not Before.” He nods at me and I lick the underside in one long stroke. He shivers and shakes under my hands and I smile. As I deep-throat him I move one of my hands to his hole. Stroking the outside I circle it with my first finger before pushing inside. There’s minimal resistance and I work past his outer muscle ring. Pushing and searching I put in another finger in order to locate his prostate. My fingers scrape over it and he cums in my mouth. It’s immediate and I suck him dry as I add a third finger and press them into his prostate directly. He slides himself out of my mouth and pants out.

“Tage, stop teasing. Fuck me.” His voice is pleading yet demanding and my cock strains against my jeans. I stand up and shove down my jeans as I free Rob’s hands. As he pulls his hands around he latches onto my turgid cock and whimpers as he strokes my 11-inch length. I lift him up until the flared head of my cock is pressed at his hole.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I order him and as he does it I am pushed into him. My cock is sucked in and I thrust to the end. “You’re so hot. So tight.” I whisper into his ear as I thrust slowly, in and out, making sure that my head brushes his prostate every time. We groan and yell so loudly that I capture his lips so that our cries would be muffled.

His mouth draws in my tongue and he sucks on it so hard that I whine into his mouth and thrust harder and harder. His cock rides between our stomachs and I grab it. Setting a fast pace, I stroke him rapidly while pounding him hard.

“Come.” He reacts to the pure command in my voice and erupts onto our chests and stomachs. His muscles squeeze my cock almost painfully and I cum inside him, again and again until I’m totally spent.

I pull out of him and lower him slowly to his feet. We rearrange our clothes and he turns to face me. I grab his long hair and drag his mouth to mine; branding him with my hot and possessive kiss; but also giving him the chance to do the same.

“Let’s go back to my place.” I whisper it into his mouth and he nods at me.

“Okay.”

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