Chapter 3: Enjoying the Moment

“Thanks babe.” I said as Bobby finished tying my tie.

“No problem.” He answered adjusting the knot and giving it a final pat. This was it, in a couple of hours we would no longer be in high school. We headed downstairs, with our caps and gowns in tow. Bobby’s parents, his grandmother, his mom’s sister, and Emily were gathered around waiting to head to graduation. After exchanging a little small talk we headed to meet the graduation coordinator, Mrs. Apple. She was the home-economics teacher and very organized and task oriented. She was a plump woman in her late fifties. Her short graying black hair stopped at her ears. She had us lined up by height almost as soon as we entered the gym. I glanced forward at Bobby and saw his disappointment that we would not be standing in line together.

She had us practice sitting in our seats and standing up in unison as our row needed to head towards the stage. Thankfully, Bobby was in my row and only a few people away. When Mrs. Apple was satisfied that we could follow directions she let us mingle on our own. Bobby started brushing on the places that my gown hung when I pulled it over my head. I helped him with his as it stuck on his back. We had matching gold stoles and tassels, a testament to the hard work that we had put in this year. If it weren’t for Bobby, I don’t think I would have put forward the effort needed to graduate with honors. Katie and Billy joined us while Bobby adjusted my mortar board until he was satisfied. Mrs. Apple broke the friendly banter with an announcement.

“Alright everyone move to the foyer.” We all filed out into the foyer and the adjoining hallway to get lined up. Family and friends of the graduating students filled up the small gymnasium and at precisely seven Mrs. Apple announced it was time. Music was playing as we marched into the gym to claim our assigned seats before sitting in unison. I caught a brief glimpse of my mom, her sister my Aunt Carolyn, and a man I didn’t recognize, maybe her boyfriend, and then my Uncle Charlie. They were seated next to Bobby’s family which made me smile. I suppressed my sadness at the fact that my father didn’t show, I was hoping he would, but I wasn’t expecting any miracles.

The principal gave a boring speech about our accomplishments. A business man, who was apparently a very successful former student, gave the commencement address and tried to motivate us to live up to our potential. Our class valedictorian, Angela Almond, gave a speech that included Merriam-Webster definitions that had many heads drooping at her uninspired soliloquy. Finally our class president and resident class clown Tommy Whitestone had us energetic and laughing with personal stories and high jinks that had happened throughout the school year. Tommy received a rousing round of applause when he finished and the time had come. The first row of students stood and lined up to mount the stage and shake the principal’s hand as the names were called and receive their diploma. Our row was last as we were some of the taller kids in our grade.

Finally our turn to stand came as the row in front of us slowly reclaimed their vacated seats. We uniformly walked to the stage. I watched as Bobby climbed the steps and heard the principal say his name. I heard the applause; I even heard one of my Uncle Charlie’s wolf whistles, the kind where he used his fingers to make an amplified whistle. Bobby’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but he was smiling broadly, and I couldn’t help but grin at my uncle’s support for Bobby. It was surreal when I heard my name called and walked to shake the principal’s hand and receive my diploma. I registered the cheers, again hearing Uncle Charlie’s whistle, this time I heard a cat call, and I think it was from Bobby’s Grandma, and I couldn’t help but grin at the thought. It took some maneuvering, but as we headed back to our seats I managed to sit beside Bobby. He grinned broadly at me and stealthily grasped my left hand in his right. I knew that wherever Mrs. Apple was she would not be happy if she had seen me mixing up her perfectly organized line.

Tommy, our class clown/president had sneaked in and handed out poppers that would shoot streamers into the air. A majority of the students had them and when the announcement was made that we had graduated, the applause were drowned out by a slurry of pops and streamers and our graduation caps soared into the air, before gracefully falling to the ground. The crowd erupted after seeing the spectacle that showered down on the newly graduated class.

Bobby and I joined our families who expressed their congratulations. Bobby and I were having a small graduation party for family and friends. We would also have to make appearances at a handful of others throughout the night. Bobby and I pulled off our gowns and headed to the student parking lot for the final time. It was bittersweet. I was glad to move on to a new chapter in my life. It was a little sad leaving the place that I had gotten to know my Bobby so well. If he hadn’t moved here I would never have met Bobby. He was perfect, patient, fun, loving, and best of all he was handsome. I noticed the water filling in the pools of his blue eyes before he looked away and out the window, giving the school a final look.

“I love you Bobby.” I said reaching out for his hand. He looked at me and smiled before intertwining his fingers with mine. He used his right hand to discretely wipe the moisture from his eyes as we headed home.

“I love you Robbie.” Bobby smiled, reaffirming our love for each other. We parked in the grass beside the road because the driveway was full of cars. There was a large ‘Congratulations Bobby & Rob’ banner hanging in view as we entered the front door. The small gathering smiled and applauded as we went in to mingle with our friends and family.

“I’m so proud of you Rob.” My mom said as she pulled me into a hug. “Your dad was in khakis before he changed his mind.” The sadness was evident in her voice. “Give him time Rob, I think he’ll come around.” She held me tight before releasing to go give Bobby a hug. Aunt Carolyn followed with a hug, but only exchanged a polite handshake with Bobby as this was their first meeting. Uncle Charlie was more exuberant; he reached Bobby first and lifted him into a hug. He tried the same with me, but I’m almost his size and he settled for a suffocating hug.

“I want you both to meet someone.” Charlie excitedly informed us as he motioned for a man to join us. The man was about Bobby’s height at five foot ten inches. He had short black hair and big chocolate brown puppy dog eyes. He was clean shaven and slender as he approached us. “Timmy this is my nephew Rob and his boyfriend Bobby. Rob, Bobby, this is my friend Tim.” I think I caught Uncle Charlie flash Bobby a wink. Bobby was grinning as we exchanged handshakes with Tim before they headed off to join the other party goers. Bobby and I eventually made appearances at the other graduation parties before coming home to pack for our week at the beach.


Eleven of us met at the diner for breakfast before we headed to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for beach week.

“You better enjoy your time off.” Shirley laughed as she dropped off two trays loaded down with food.

“Oh I will.” I rebuffed as my plate was placed in front of me. Breakfast was finished quickly and we were all eager to get to our beach house for the week. Bobby and I were riding with Billy and Katie, Becky and two other cheerleaders were behind us in the next car. Two guys from the track team and two from the football team followed in one of their Jeeps, completing the caravan.

We were making good time but pulled into the Border Station, a gas station/convenience store that was half in Virginia, half in North Carolina.

“What’s with the Steelers bumper stickers?” Bobby asked noticing two cars with North Carolina plates that were showing their Pittsburgh pride. I looked around and noticed a few cars with Redskins stickers and magnets.

“I dunno Bobby.” I answered. “This is normally Redskins territory, but those Steelers fans are everywhere, you can’t get away from ‘em.” Bobby laughed as we headed in to use the restroom. Bobby and I were getting fountain drinks and I noticed a Redskins magnet by the register and bought it before we headed outside. Billy grinned as he saw me place the magnet on the back of his car, nodding his approval.

We pulled into our beach abode and it was awesome. We saved some money by getting a house that wasn’t on the beach, but we were right across the road from it. The awesome part was the lot across from us was empty with just a public beach access. We could see the ocean and beach from the decks of the house. We drew straws for bedrooms and thankfully Bobby and I got a room together with a full sized bed. There was one room that had two sets of bunk beds, while Bobby and I were accustomed to sharing little beds, we didn’t want to have to share the room with other people.

As soon as our bags hit the floor I pulled Bobby into an embrace. His velvet soft lips reached for mine and I quickly enveloped his mouth with my own. His tongue was shyly darting around mine while he was moaning from the contact. When I broke the kiss to look at him he audibly sighed and had that endearing dazed look on his face.

“Let’s head to the beach with the others babe.” I suggested as Bobby tried to shake the lust from his mind.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He answered as he started riffling through the bags looks for our board shorts.


It was a fun day full of sun and sand. The girls were sipping on frozen concoctions while the guys mostly had beers. We cooked out on the grill for dinner. We had been playing cards and having a good time, everyone was getting along well. Bobby slid up behind me and handed me his beer.

“I’m going to bed.” He whispered.

“I’ll come with you.” I answered trying to stand from the couch. He pushed against my shoulders guiding me back in my seat.

“Stay, finish your game.” He said before he placed a kiss on the top of my head and quietly left the room. People around us were starting to yawn and I realized it was already after one in the morning. I played cards another ten minutes before I called it quits and went to join Bobby in our bed.

I slowly opened the door to the bedroom. I could tell by Bobby’s slow and steady breathing that he was asleep. I silently closed the door behind me and went into the in-room bathroom and quickly used it, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth before approaching the bed. Bobby was in the middle of the bed, on his side, facing away from me. I pulled back the covers and moaned at the sight in front of me. Bobby was completely naked. His smooth skin softly glowed in the barely illuminated room. The sexy mounds of his ass were on display and I quickly disrobed before joining him in the bed. Sensing my presence, Bobby unconsciously burrowed closer to me and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around my sleeping lover. I used my left hand to brush the sandy brown hair from Bobby’s forehead before kissing him on the back of his head.

My dick started swelling and was quickly burrowed happily in the trough of Bobby’s tight ass. I briefly thought about waking Bobby up, but he looked so peaceful sleeping that I just pulled the covers up and securely held Bobby until I drifted off to join him in sleep.


It was already Wednesday and everyone decided that they wanted to go to Oregon Inlet for the day. I wanted some private time with Bobby and he eagerly agreed and we skipped the trip. We walked down to Sam and Omie’s, a restaurant near our house, and enjoyed a leisurely late breakfast. Across the street from the restaurant was Jennette’s Fishing Pier. We crossed the street and walked to the end of the massive pier. The pier had wind turbines, harnessing the omnipresent off-shore winds. There was a small aquarium that we walked through and enjoyed seeing the different varieties of sea life.

We walked hand-in-hand down the beach, ignoring the occasional grumbles, and unhurriedly made our way back to the empty beach house. When we approached the house Bobby took off running.

“Meet me on the back deck.” He called as he vanished around the corner. My curiosity perked and I took after to see what my boyfriend had in mind. I saw the back door slam shut as I entered the front one. I followed Bobby out and when I reached the door he was sliding the cover off of the hot tub. I watched as steam drifted up and dissipated into the air. Bobby looked at me grinning before he removed every stitch of clothing he had and sloshed into the bubbling water.

“You coming?” He husked, raising his eyebrows at me. I didn’t need to be asked twice and removed my own clothes and joined him in the steamy water. Bobby reached over the side and adjusted the settings, causing the jets to increase their pressure.

“This is nice.” I sighed as Bobby slid over wrapping his arm around my back underwater.

“I’ve been waiting for a chance to get it to ourselves.” Bobby admitted as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“Good idea.” I answered turning my head and kissing the top of Bobby’s. Bobby looked up at me and his straight white teeth were grinning at me.

“Lemme try something.” Bobby whispered before looking around. He took a long breath before submerging under the water. I felt his lip latch around my quickly hardening cock and moaned at the sensation. Bobby had been a swimmer most of his life and he held his breath a solid minute before coming up from air.

“Holy shit babe.” I gasped when he emerged. I wiped the wet hair that was stuck to his forehead aside before pulling him into a soul-scorching kiss. I let my eyes drift shut and heard Bobby moaning before he disengaged. I felt his masterful tongue lick up my neck before lightly nibbling on my earlobe, which sent delightful shivers down my spine.

“I want to ride you. I want you to fuck me Robbie.” Bobby whispered into my ear which caused me to shudder.

“Oh fuck Bobby, you’re so freaking sexy.” I moaned before sticking my tongue back in his mouth. He squeezed his arms tightly around me and I used my free hands to massage his smooth butt under the water. We were both moaning in pleasure, lost in the moment. I straightened the middle finger on my right hand and used it to probe at Bobby’s puckered hole. I felt Bobby gasp in my mouth as I traced around my target. The sloshing water aided my entry and I slowly inched into to his tight tunnel.

“Oh Robbie.” Bobby broke the kiss panting on my shoulder as I inched in and out, knuckle by knuckle. I felt Bobby sucking and nibbling on my neck and shoulder as I slowly worked his channel, readying it for my cock. I knew I rubbed against his prostate when he shivered in my lap groaning his approval. He tried to straddle my lap, but couldn’t with the edge of the hot tub. He settled on sitting in my lap facing away from me.

“I need you Robbie.” Bobby moaned as his hips trust in my lap.

“I need you too babe.” I growled in his ear. I used my hands to lift his hips and he lifted up and grabbed my throbbing eight inch organ and aimed it at his entrance. My helmet shaped head squeezed through his strong muscled halo.

“So fucking tight.” I groaned as Bobby panted and tensed as he slowly slid down, his ass inhaling my thick cock. I rubbed his chest and kissed his neck, urging him to relax until he bottomed out in my lap. Bobby remained seated, flush in my lap for several moments before he started to move. His insides wrapped tightly around my dick with velvety soft heat. Bobby slowly started bouncing up and down the length of my rock-hard member.

“Feels so good.” Bobby moaned as his head started rolling back and forth. He knew what he wanted and pistoned like a highly-tuned engine in my lap.

“That’s the spot.” He panted and repeated the action with abandon. The heat from the bubbling hot tub, Bobby’s tight ass clamped around my blood-filled erection, and the sounds he was making, whimpers, pants and moans, had me on the verge. I reached around and grabbed Bobby’s steel-hard manhood and felt him thrusting up and down in my hand as well as on my dick.

“Freaking shit, damn, oh Robbie.” Bobby’s voice hitched and I felt his dick pulse as his ass tightened abruptly around my aching shaft.

“Holy hell Bobby!” I shouted as his sphincter strangled my dick in a vice grip. Bobby’s bouncing stopped as I pulled him tightly into my lap, letting my seed blast volley after volley deep inside Bobby’s tunnel. Bobby’s body went limp and he fell forward. I grabbed him around his chest and held him close to me as we both worked our way through an explosive orgasm.

“So fucking good babe.” I gasped in Bobby’s ear as he leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder. I felt him nod in agreement as I lightly rubbed his chest. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of minutes. I felt Bobby jump out of my lap when a car door slammed in the driveway. We evacuated the hot tub, remembering to put the cover back on. Not wanting to get caught we quickly grabbed our clothes and fled the scene, retreating to our bedroom to take a shower.


Before we knew it, it was our final day of the trip. The entire house went to the beach until lunch time. After lunch it turned into one final throw down. We scrounged up and consumed all of the remaining alcohol in the house, Billy brought out a jar of moonshine, and thankfully Bobby kept his distance from it. By midnight most of the housemates had made it to their beds, the ones that hadn’t passed out on the couches and chairs. Bobby was slightly tipsy when he walked over to me.

“Let’s go for a walk on the beach Robbie.” He suggested as he reached out to take my hand.

“Sounds great babe.” I grabbed his hand and we walked across the street and over the dunes onto the beach. A fingernail moon glistened above us as the waves lightly crashed on the shore. The stars were shimmering brightly and there was a light glow over the sandy beach. We walked to the edge of the water and sat gazing at the ocean. I felt Bobby’s arm reach around and squeeze my waist before he rested his head on my shoulder. I heard him sigh softly as he peered out into the water.

“Whatcha thinking babe?” I asked as I wrapped my right arm around his shoulder.

“I’m just going to miss you.” He snuggled closer to me as he admitted his feelings.

“I’m going to miss you so much Bobby.” I answered as he picked up his head and searched my eyes for the truth in my words.

“Let’s enjoy the moment.” Bobby stood up and took off his shirt and left it on the sand, he slid out of his flip flops before pulling me to my feet.

“I’ve always wanted to skinny dip in the ocean.” He grinned as he slipped out of his shorts. He ran and plunged into the water as I was standing, open-mouthed at my surprisingly brazen boyfriend. I glanced around noting that no one was around and quickly shed my clothes and took off after him. I couldn’t see him and was waist deep in the water when I felt him brush against my leg. Bobby came up laughing as he jumped up in front of me. He leaned forward and I met him for a kiss.

“Guess you can check skinny dipping in the ocean off your list babe.” I smiled as he nodded in agreement.

“I think I wanna add something else to my list.” The corner of his lip turned up and he blushed slightly before he buried his face in my chest. I could feel his hardness poking into my thigh and instantly joined him in arousal.

“Oh really Bobby?” I started, grasping his face in my palms, urging him to look at me. “What’s that babe?” He laughed and buried his face in my chest hair. “How can we check it off if you don’t tell me what it is?” I persisted and felt him bite my nipple in retaliation. I couldn’t contain the moan that drifted from my lips as he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. “I still don’t know what it is you want Bobby.” I teased as his hands rubbed all over my back and shoulder muscles.

Hey, just wanna say that comments are always appreciated! Having real fun writing this!


“Is your head spinning?” my master had his arm around me; I could barely walk.

“Yes…” I trailed off and nuzzled into him.

“Been a long time since you topped,” he laughed.

“mm-hmm…” I was hiding my face in his robes.

“Why do you look like you’re going to cry?” he asked- his voice told me that he was probably rolling his eyes.

“Because… I talked back to you- and…” I started to cry.

“You were still reeling from that orgasm,” he laughed, “It’s alright- well, it’s not alright, but I’m not going to punish you- you’ve been so jumpy since the first night with those… breeders. I’m not doing that again. They really fucked you up.”

“I… didn’t like it when she kissed me.” I didn’t move my head from where I had snuggled into him.

“Oh?” he seemed shocked, “Why not?”

“I… don’t know…” I admitted, “I like it when YOU kiss me.”

“hmmm….” he seemed lost in thought- then shuffled me so that he was looking into my eyes, holding me gently by the chin, “I think that I’ve spoiled you, Xaxac.”

And he leaned in, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him, hugged him close- and closed my eyes, letting myself go completely until he pulled back and I settled into his chest.

“Heh, you taste sweet,” he laughed, then added, “I am far to attached to you, little bunny.”

I snuggled into him.

“Do you know how badly most people scream and complain when they break a bone?” he seemed lost in thought, “You,” there was a long pause, “You didn’t say anything.”

I moved my wrist in a circle- it didn’t make that click-click-click noise anymore.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he took that hand and ran his fingers over it, “Why didn’t you let me know you were hurt?”

“It… didn’t seem important…” I didn’t know what he wanted me to say.

“hm…” he seemed to be turning something over in his head, “You don’t say anything about breaking your wrist, but you cried because a girl kissed you?”

I stared up at him. He was staring at the place the splint had gone; you couldn’t tell anything had ever been any different.

“Do you feel pain? Every time I’ve punished you- I’ve judged it by your reactions-” he didn’t seem like he was talking to me.

“…yes… I feel it. I ignore it if… if it isn’t important to you…” I hate trying to talk; I can never get my thoughts to form when I need them to.

“hm…” he seemed to ponder this on the rest of the journey, the sudden stop of the carriage startled me, “Lets go get something to eat.”

We had stopped at a restaurant the likes of which I had never seen. There were candles on the tables, more satyrs running around with food, little papers I wished I could read, wine; the smell was intoxicating, and my head hadn’t completely cleared from my last job. The lights were low, and we were led by a bowing satyr to a private booth, a little above the others- with high backs preventing anyone from seeing those seated there- so I didn’t see him until we were upon him.

“Do you bring that thing with you everywhere you go, now?” Tao asked my master.

“Am I going to leave my moneymaker all alone to be stolen?” he replied as I unconsciously slipped behind him, “Xac, don’t do that- I’m going to trip over you!”

Ok… this was weird, was I supposed to sit on the floor? There wasn’t one. The table was propped up on a little step-stage with the rest of those on that level. I could go under the table maybe- my master shoved me down against the wall in the seat on his side. Tao was staring at me with those sinister eyes- I knew I was shaking; his offer to buy me running over and over through my mind. Why were we eating with him?

The satyr poured three glasses of wine and put the bottle in a bucket of- ice?- shit, there must be a fuck-ton of money floating around that town, and listened as both of them put in orders for food; he winked at me before scurrying away.

“Let me see your hand,” he motioned at me from across the table- I glanced at my master and extended it- he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me so that I was leaning across the table and balancing on my knees- threw me off so hard that I impaled my stomach; he chuckled at my pain before continuing, “move it,” I did, “wow- these shifters… He’d be amazing.”

At what?

“So how did we do?” my master had leaned back and was sipping his wine as Tao released me and I fell back into the corner, drained my glass in one long drink, and stared hard at him with fear in my eyes.

“Made some money; your fighters are in excellent condition. This is a betting crowd, so we’re going strong until the end of the season.” oh yeah, Tao managed the cage-fighters; a class of slave I was very glad not to be. I ran my fingers over my scarification and down my collar; my master refilled my wine glass.

“Good,” he smiled down at me, “This has been a very prosperous trip. I’m falling in love with Satre. I’ve even bought a hotel here so that I can stay whenever I need to.”

There was more small talk that I tuned out as I drank glass after glass of the wine; delicious- everything in Satre was delicious; and green! I had never seen green wine before! When our food came, I ate ravenously- the pastries were something I had never experienced before- not even really pastries; more like little pies filled with tomatoes, spices, vegetables, strange fruits- they were delicious! I almost forgot that Tao was there until I heard him mention me.

“I want that rabbit for my squad,” he was on his fourth or fifth glass as well, and it was beginning to show.

My master looked deep in thought.

“With that healing ability, he would be unbeatable. The shifters stay off the beaten path; I’ve never seen another one in the cages.” Tao continued.

There was no way he was seriously considering this.

“Give me one day with him,” Tao wasn’t looking at me but I was staring daggers through him.

“If I gave you a day with my pet rabbit unsupervised,” my master finally responded, “You would kill him. He doesn’t know to tell anyone when he’s hurt. I’ve seen you with the others.”

“I won’t kill him- I won’t even hurt him-”

“Like you didn’t hurt him before?” there was an edge of anger in his voice.

“I paid for that, and he healed. Broken bones healed over night with this kid!” he was far to excited about that- I foresaw many more broken bones in my future and involuntarily jumped to my master’s arm and clung there violently.

“Broken bones that will need to be set, every time. By a real healer- a white mage; not your staff,” my master was sloshing, and the satyr had taken to refilling their glasses, “Besides, he has no strength; he would be a terrible fighter.”

Right! I was weak- his plan was stupid-

“He held me up without falling. He’s stronger then he lets you know.” Tao reasoned, “and his balance and agility rival our best fighters; watching him stay on guard when those men were jerking him around- if he had the sense to dodge, no one could hit him. He simply needs to be trained.”

Please don’t let this be happening… There’s no way he’d actually consider handing me over to this monster…

“I will give you a few hours; and I want to be there,” my master slurred.

No no no no no!

“Once you see what I can do with him in a few hours, you’ll be as excited about his training as I am!” Tao assured him- and gave me an icy stare that my master didn’t seem to notice.

“It’s not going to be his main priority,” my master was still slurring, but put the arm that I had been clinging to around me, shaking me off, “why aren’t you eating?” he suddenly noticed me.

“Can I have another glass of wine?” I asked, trying not to look at Tao.

“You,” master had turned to look at the waiter, “Are going to get a good tip. Whats- what’d we pay for this? Get my slave some more wine- bring us another bottle. Here, keep this,” I saw him toss gold at the satyr, who pocketed it and went jollying away, his hooves tip-tip-tipping as he did. “Here, Xacy,” he went on, and tried to refill my glass, but spilled it; I moved the glass under where he was pouring.

That conversation had sobered me up. I wanted to be so shitfaced I didn’t remember this night; I was really hoping he wouldn’t remember it. I downed the glass.

“Xac,” he pulled me closer to him and I snuggled into his chest. Then he wrapped his hand around my head and pushed me downward, “Why don’t you get under the table- under the cloth, and suck me off?”

There was no way that I would be able to eat anyway. This place didn’t seem like the same kind of environment he normally requested that kind of act in; this place was classy. But, that made it kind of risque, and for some reason, funny, so I slipped to the floor, where I had wanted to be anyway- and pulled the tablecloth over my head.

“That little rabbit’ll do anything, won’t he?” I heard Tao asking as I pulled down my master’s tights to revel his surprising erect member- I get softer the more drunk I get- for him it was the opposite. I love it when he drinks.

“mm-hmm,” I couldn’t see his face, but he spread his legs to make it easier for me- I was trying to position myself so that I wouldn’t hit my head on the table.

“How- howd you train him to- do that?” he asked, his words running together, “What are they feeding us? I’m wasted…”


I head the waiter come up with another bottle- I could see him, well, his hooves, from where I was kneeling- I stifled a laugh as I licked the pre-cum that was leaking down my master’s shaft. He laughed; I was tuning out the waiter, but my master was talking to him like nothing was happening. I kept licking, trailing up and down his cock, tickling him, planting soft kisses and holding it tightly for control, slowly I started squeezing and moving my hand as I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip and put my lips to it.

He wasn’t showing any reaction as the waiter poured him another glass of wine, but he dismissed him, instead of having him stand there and pour it, and I felt the hand closest to where I had been sitting wrap through my hair. I teased him, sucking on just the head and moving my hand gently, squeezing at all the right times and bringing my lips down to meet it- sucking up when I jacked down and vice verse; he fell against the booth- I could envision him; the glass of wine in one hand and my head in the other.

“Max?” Tao was laughing, “Max?”


I moved my hand, grabbed his thighs to balance myself and started deep throating, using sharp thrusts at first to impale myself on his cock- hit my fucking head, swore internally and kept going. It was taking everything in me not to moan and my cock was standing strait up through that fucking fancy outfit.

“What are you doing after this?” Tao asked, “What are you doing- right now?”

“hmmmm….” he responded dreamily as I built up pressure and swearled my tongue in time with my thrusts, “What… mmm… what time is it?”

Something wet hit the cloth on my head and started to soak through- he had spilled his wine. I pulled him deeper down my throat, he relaxed, slid back and allowed me better access.

“It’s… I have no idea… It’s afternoon… I have to go to the arena after this. I didn’t know this shit would be- um… this strong.” Tao was having as much difficulty as my master- maybe he wouldn’t remember it either.

The grip on my hair was getting tighter- he was at the perfect angle- I had my breathing- those shallow thrusts when my throat wasn’t completely full- in a perfect rhythm; feeling him pulse down my throat was killing my cock- my whole body felt it- I wondered if anyone else here knew what we were doing; probably not- you couldn’t even see the booths from the main floor- but it still felt dangerous, exciting, and secret. I’m not used to being a secret. I’m not used to him being this quiet- I wonder if he even enjoyed-

And he came all over my tongue! Not down my throat like he usually did! I locked my lips around his head and milked him, following the pulsations of his member with my hand, pushing the orgasm from his balls, gently massaging them with my other hand, down his shaft and into my mouth, teased the bundle of nerves under the head with my tongue and let him flood into me! He was moaning so softly that if I hadn’t felt it, I probably wouldn’t have known anything was happening. I kept up with my hands until I felt his balls release from their tense position, but I kept sucking until I got every last drop, and he pulled me away, sore. I kissed the tip as he started to soften and let him guide me back up to the seat beside him.

I kept my head on his lap for as long as he would let me before he shoved me into a sitting position and I noticed my wine-glass was full. Our waiter was coming back just as I was sitting up; I took a sip, thought better of it, and drank- really drank. The sweet, flowery taste mingled with the salty aftertaste, and I couldn’t help thinking that they were delicious together. My head was spinning and my dick was absolutely killing me- hardened to the point of madness; my balls were dieing to shoot… My master was drunk. He was practically lying, his legs still spread under the table though he had pulled his pants up, his arm thrown around me, and his head resting at the top of the padding on the booth like a pillow.

I motioned for a refill- I wanted to feel like that. Though it would really help if I could get off.

“Max,” Tao spoke again- ruining the way I had forgotten about him, “Max, come on.”


“We’re going to the arena- don’t you have a carriage?” Tao asked, still slurring, though I suspected that he had stopped drinking.

“I’m- far to drunk.” My master admitted.

“Bullshit, get up!” Tao seemed angry; his emotions flying through the alcohol. “You said you would give me four hours!”

“For- oh, for Xac… you want to do that right now?” he had just opened his eyes and was staring at him with a glazed-over expression.

“Why not?”

“Because; we’re… we’re drunk.” He looked at his empty glass, “Why are we so drunk?”

“This is your third bottle, sir,” The waiter replied, refilling it.

“I can hold my liquor better then… better then that.” he snapped at the little imp.

“Liquor? Oh no, this isn’t liquor,” the satyr was laughing.

“I can hold my…” my master started again, paused and guessed, “Spirits?”

“Absinth,” the waiter corrected.

“No wonder we’re so wasted!” Tao laughed.

“You ordered the best in the house,” The satyr seemed confused, “This is Satre!”

“Get me… get me a few more bottles of this,” my master commanded, “I want it- delivered to my hotel!”

“How many?” He seemed delighted at the sale.

“I don’t know- a dozen! A baker’s dozen!” He pulled me closer to him and I took another drink. It wasn’t the same as normal wine, no wonder I hadn’t noticed myself getting drunk. Of course, I still didn’t feel any different. “What’s wrong, Xacy?”

“Why doesn’t it work on me?” I asked.

“Why doesn’t he drunk yet?” Tao asked the waiter.

“I’m sure I don’t know,” he replied, and left to place their order.

“Here,” he handed me the bottle, there was a picture of a green fairy on it, “Just drink the whole fucking thing.”

“You know what we need?” Tao asked as I proceeded to do just that, “We need to get some frost- you mix frost and absinth, and you get this super creative high- it gives you the focus back- shit look at that kid go; he weighs like, 80 pounds; he’s gonna be wasted! Good job kid!”

He playfully punched me from across the table- it didn’t hurt; it was the nicest he had ever been to me.

“That- is an excellent idea,” my master agreed, “There’s got to be someone in Satre-”

“I know a guy; I get it for the- uh- the fighters!” Tao assured him, “Let’s go to the arena.”

“Hold on, I haveta get a bottle to go,” he paused, thinking, probably forgetting what he had been talking about, “And get some delivered. We need more. We need more, of this.”

He got up and had to hold on to the table. I laid back in the booth and closed my eyes. The edges of my vision were green; there were little lights dancing through the ceiling Everything seemed so peaceful- suddenly, I was hungry. I ate what was left on my plate slowly, drinking between. My master came back holding a basket with three more bottles in it, being held up, around the waist, by the waiter and another little satyr.

“ComeonXac,” he slurred, “They’ve called the carriage and- I’ve spent a fortune. We’ve got to go before I- before I?”

I grabbed the edge of the table. When I sat up, I know that I stopped, but the world did not. The green edge to my vision, the little lights, and the background kept going as though I had fallen. I held the table for dear life.

“alright,” I said to steady myself, and tried to get to my feet. When I stood, the world spun out of control and I grabbed onto my master to keep my feet on the ground.

“Xac,” he grabbed me with his free hand, “You’ll knock us down!”

“We’ve got you!” one of the satyrs assured him.

Somehow, we made it out into the street. I kept falling down- every time I took a step, the world shook and if I couldn’t find something to hold onto, I would plummet. I finally grabbed the carriage door and threw myself inside. I landed on the floor between the two seats facing each other, but I wasn’t about to try and move again. It wasn’t until then that I noticed I still clung to the bottle I had in the restaurant. I put it to my lips and took another drink.

Acacia had strode into the Annenberg Center about 15 minutes before and taken possession of one of the tables. The other three students at the table were crowded down to one end while Acacia used the rest to arrange her books, notebooks, backpack, purse, and blazer in just the right way. She didn’t ask for the space, she just took it and none of the underclassmen dared to push back on her occupation.

Her skirt was an A-Line that stopped above her knees and showed off her shapely legs in sheer dark stockings. She was wearing 2 ½ inch Jimmy Choo heels that set her calves off perfectly. Her blouse was a soft silk that clung to her shapely body and was unbuttoned far enough to show the soft valley between her full breasts. From just the right angle the top of her right breast was visible along with the lacey strap of the push-up Victorias Secret bra she was wearing.

Acacia surveyed her location, her belongings, and her pose and felt that her trap was set. Now all she needed was the right Freshman to come along and walk into it. Normally she wouldn’t be caught dead in Annenberg but she was lacking any play toys for the fall semester and this was just the place to reel a few in.

Acacia was a street smart (and book smart!) Senior concentrating on Economics and Government. She was manipulative, cunning, and very accustomed to getting her way. And that included her sexual activities. She wasn’t specifically into BDSM, but she always held the power in her relationships. Her last play toy had been an year ahead of her and had graduated last spring. He was at Yale Law now and she looked forward to seeing him occasionally, if only to remind him that she had those photo’s and videos which starred him performing some pretty deviant acts.

With her current outfit, however, she wanted to come across younger, and to be approached by some younger students. They were always so much fun to play with!

Two Days Earlier… Jon had just finished unpacking his belongings in his two-flat in the Harvard student housing. His parents had helped a bit, but his Dad had meetings with other alumni and Jon wasn’t ready to go along yet. He promised his Dad he’d start networking with these folks in the future but he wasn’t ready yet. His father knew that in this mood Jon would just be a wallflower so he left him to sort things out and said they’d get together in the morning. Jons mother tearfully said goodbye and meekly followed her husband out of the dorm.

Jon was placing a few of his items into the shared space when the door thumped open and his flat mate bumped in dragging two suitcases.

“Hey! How are ya!” the young man practically shouted, dropping his bags where he stood and thrusting out his hand to Jon. “I’m Nick!”

Jon noticed that Nick seemed to always talk with an exclamation point but decided not to make a point of it. “Hi Nick. I’m Jon. Great to finally meet you. I hope you don’t mind that I took this room,” he said, pointing at his door, “Yours is over there.”

Nick barely paused to register Jons name and kept talking as he started moving around the room, pulling a suitcase with him. Jon tuned him out and observed his new roomate. Nick was tall and well built, and was very well dressed. He had an obviously well-done cut of his thick blonde hair. This impression was in contrast to his obvious midwestern accent, but Jon didn’t mind – at least he wasn’t looking like a slob.

Jon himself was shorter, 5’8″, and while lean he wasn’t muscular. He was dressed in a non-descript polo shirt and jeans.

At Annenberg Center… Nick and Jon walked into the center. They had become fast friends over the last two days and did alot of things together, and tonight they both hoped to hook up with a card playing club that had posted notices on the bulletin board. It sounded like something fun to do and both enjoyed playing whist, poker, and other card games. Nick was barely in the door when his eyes locked onto Acacia sitting at her table. He’d been meeting some of the freshman and sophomore girls but this chick was in a different league all together.

“I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes, Jon,” Nick murmered, keeping his eyes on Acacia.

Jon just shrugged. He’d already gotten used to Nicks attention to the girls around them so he looked around for some sign of a group forming. He saw a few people playing cards at another table so he wandered over to observe.

Nick sauntered over to Acacia’s table and sat down across from her. She had been observing him from the moment he’d stepped thru the door but she kept her eyes on her open book and didn’t acknowledge his arrival. Nick knew this wasn’t a starry-eyed girl, new to the big city just from her dress and the way she held herself, but he was still a bit surprised that she hadn’t at least glanced at him. “Hi,” he began simply, “I’m Nick.”

Acacia waited a moment to see just how he’d react, then she slowly slid her eyes up to meet his and said “I’m using this table.”

Nick smiled and said, “I’m just using this chair, I won’t bother your table at all. I just had to come over and say Hi to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in Boston.”

Acacia had to smile at what was one of the lamest introduction lines she’d heard in years. ‘This boy was going to work out just fine,’ she thought to herself. “How do you know that my boyfriend isn’t using that chair,” she pushed back.

Nick smiled. She hadn’t told him to just get lost so it looked like he might have a chance to get to know her. “No serious boyfriend would let you out of his sight wearing that outfit!”

Acacia smiled at this compliment, it was just what she was expecting. She didn’t need to go any further with this so she started packing up her things.

Nick saw her starting to pack up and thought he’d blown it. He had enough experience with girls to not try to press his luck but he did keep trying to engage her. “I hope I didn’t run ya off,” he said with a smile. “Do you come here often? I’d love to see you again.”

With her goal accomplished Acacia knew she wouldn’t be coming back to this dump anytime soon but didn’t bother answering. With her coat on and her backpack slung over one shoulder she reached into her purse and pulled out a printed address card. Handing it to Nick she said “I’m having some people over on Friday night. Why don’t you come to this address at 8pm.” She started to turn away and had a thought. “Oh, and why don’t you bring along that friend you walked in with. He looks like he’d be alot of fun.” Turning away from Nick without waiting for a goodbye she pushed through the doors and walked off into the night.

‘Wow!’ thought Nick. ‘I’ve never met a woman like that.’ He had been the hottest guy in his High School and had fucked about half the cheer squad plus some other girls, but even the older MILF he’d bedded over the summer hadn’t been sophisticated like that girl. ‘I didn’t even get her name!’ he thought to himself. He glanced down at the card he was still holding and realized that a name was printed above the address. “Acacia” he murmered to himself, turning to walk over to Jon and to tell him all about their plans for Friday.

Friday Night, about 8:20pm Jon and Nick walked down the street toward Acacia’s brownstone. Jon had been shocked when Nick had told him he was invited and tried to beg out of the event but Nick insisted he come along.

“Look, Jon, maybe she has a roommate or something,” Nick said. “You’ve got to be my wingman on this. Besides, you have to meet this chick! She is fucking amazing!”

Jon didn’t mention that Nick had called half the girls he’d met ‘amazing’ but even he knew that Acacia was something special just from the glimpse he’d had of her previously.

They walked down the street of what were obviously expensive and well cared for homes. These weren’t cheap student apartments! Nick wasn’t paying attention to that but Jon thought to himself ‘She must live at home with her family’. They arrived at the address and went up the stairs and rang the bell.

The door opened to show Acacia in a sort of robe – something like a Kimono – and Nick stammered a bit, flustered as he thought they’d be walking into a party. “I… uhhh… Hi… are we too early?” he finished lamely.

Acacia laughed and said, “No, not at all! In fact I wondered if you were coming as you’re so late. Make sure you’re not late like that in the future.”

At this early stage of knowing Acacia, Nick had no understanding how important that command was going to become, but he did hear the promise of future visits to her home and it thrilled him. Nick stepped past Acacia into the house, followed closely by Jon.

“Take your shoes off, boys,” Acacia said. They pushed their shoes off and placed them on the mat in the hallway. Jon noticed that theirs were the only shoes there.

The interior was a surprise to both of them. The outside, even the carved wooden outside door, promised a semi-Victorian feel but instead they walked into a very sleek and modern living room. Following Acacia they went on thru a magnificent kitchen to a slightly less formal seating area at the back of the house. Acacia perched on the edge of a large club chair and motioned the two boys to sit on a leather loveseat set at an angle to it. Jon felt a little uncomfortable sitting next to Nick like that but there wasn’t really alternate seating so he sat down, pressed against the arm of the small couch.

Nick was still flustered by the unexpected stillness of the house. “I… I thought you were having a party,” he said, “If we need to go…”

Acacia interrupted him. “No, silly!” she said, “You two are the only people I invited.” She stood back up and, standing about 6 feet in front of them, untied her robe and let the soft silky fabric slip off her body and pool on the floor. The boys jaws both dropped open, staring at the vision before them.

Acacia had on scarlet red pumps with 3″ heels – even Jon knew these were called ‘fuck me pumps’. Her legs were covered in the same type of sheer, dark stockings she’d been wearing earlier in the week. They were true stockings as well, stopping near the top of her toned thighs with several bands of lacework. The garters clipped to the stockings led in a taught line up to the bottom of a black bustier, all velvet and lace, that cinched her small waist, accentuating the flare of her hips. She was wearing a lacey black pair of “boy short” panties that seemed to be painted onto her hips, low across her belly, and dipping between her legs. The lace cups of her bustier molded to her firm breasts, the cups barely covering her nipples and letting a hint of her aureoles peek above the lacey trim that arced across her breasts.

“Do you like what I chose to wear for you?” she asked, spinning around slowly on the ball of her right foot. She stopped facing away from them, planting her left foot about shoulder width apart from the right one. The boys stared at her lush ass cheeks, the boy shorts glued to the curve of the buttocks, the lacey edge highlighting the shape of each perfect globe. The intricate fabric then tucked into the fold of her bottom. The bottom half of each cheek was uncovered, curving smoothly down to her thighs and the top of the stockings. She pushed her ass out a bit, letting the swell of her lace covered pussy peek thru the gap at the top of her thighs. Looking over her shoulder she raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. Jon and Nick just stared at the vision before them. Each had an instant and uncomfortable hard-on swelling against their pants and underwear.

Nick recovered his voice first, “It’s… aaahhhh… you’re… wow!… yeah, it’s really hot!”

Jons voice was lower and steadier, saying simply “I love it!”

Acacia spun the rest of the way around and stood, hands on hips, with her hips cocked to one side. Letting her eyes slide meaningfully down to the bulges in their laps she said, “I can see you’re telling the truth.” Looking back into their eyes she instructed them, “Let your cocks out, boys, I want to see what we’re working with here.”

Nick leaped to his feet, fumbling with his belt and trouser buttons, then bending over to push his underwear down to his ankles. He didn’t think twice about Jon next to him – his attention completely riveted on the vision before him. He stood back up, lifting his foot to clear his clothing and step to her but she was too fast for him. Stepping forward as he stood back up she pushed him firmly in the chest so he fell back into the love seat.

Jon was slightly more deliberate in his actions, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down his thighs while still seated. Nicks arm flailed over and struck his chest as he flopped back down.

Acacia stepped back again from pushing Nick and examined the two young cocks. Nick had a long, narrow cock with a nicely bulging head, ‘Probably about 8 inches,’ Acacia thought to herself. Jons cock was a pleasant surprise. It was about the same length as Nicks, maybe a bit shorter, but it was very thick and, to her surprise, uncut. The pink head of his cock was just pushing thru his foreskin and she could see the precum glistening at the tip. “Take your shirts off too. I want you both naked.”

As Acacia appraised her new toys the boys had a moment to get over their shock and take stock of their situation. Nick was still focused like a laser on Acacia, standing before him, openly eyeing their hard cocks. But he was also aware of Jon beside him and he couldn’t help but see the big cock standing up from his crotch. Something about this sight thrilled him but he was so overwhelmed with stimuli he couldn’t really process that feeling.

Jon wasn’t as experienced with girls as Nick (he was actually still a virgin!) so his reaction was a little different. He could see the easy control Acacia was showing and how she was manipulating them both. But even as his intellect could see this reality lust for this commanding woman was driving him, pushing him to do anything to be closer to her. Like Nick he was aware of his friends hard cock next to him. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel uncomfortable about it now, it seemed that Acacia’s commands had taken away any awkwardness.

The boys unbuttoned and twisted, pulling their shirts off and tossing them aside. Nick kicked his pants and underwear off his ankles, then pulled off his socks. Sitting back naked, his hand naturally fell to his cock and started stroking the shaft just to ease the pressure of his need a bit. Jon also shed his shirt, then leaned forward to push his pants off his ankles. He removed his socks and sat back. He glanced over at Nick stroking his cock and had to remind himself to look back at Acacia.

Acacia watched the flurry of motion as the boys followed her commands without question. ‘Eighteen year olds are so easy,’ she thought. ‘There’s really not a challenge to getting them started. Now let’s see how willing they are to really obey.’

“Well done, boys, you’re definitely impressing me with your enthusiasm. What’s your name?” she said, pointing a long finger with a bright red fingernail at Jon.

“I’m Jon,” he answered, flushing with excitement from the praise and brief attention.

“Jon, stroke your cock like Nick is doing. I want you both nice and hard tonight.” Jon obeyed, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft and sliding the foreskin up and down over the head.

“Ahh… I… I can’t do this too long,” Jon begged. “I’m too… I mean, you’re so exciting…”

“You better not cum yet!” Acacia said in a sharp tone. “I’ll tell you when you can cum, and I’m sure not cleaning it off that couch.”

Jon winced at her scolding, not thinking about what ‘cleaning up’ might entail.

Acacia moved over and perched on the padded arm of the large chair, lifting one leg onto the seat and spreading her thighs wide. He right hand stroked down over her stomach and pressed into her crotch, stoking her pussy thru the lace of her panties. Her other hand stroked and squeezed her breasts one at a time. The room was almost silent for a few moments, just the gentle slapping of the boys hands on their cocks and a gentle cooing coming from Acacia’s throat.

“Very nice, boys, you’re doing a good job.” Acacia said. “But I can’t see you well enough. Get up and sit on the arms of the couch. No, facing each other. Yes, that’s better. Now keep stroking those hard cocks while I cum a little.”

Jon and Nick had moved onto the couch as commanded, their legs awkwardly bumping together on the short couch. Nick had his head turned to keep his eyes on Acacia so he couldn’t really see Jon, but the new position put Nick’s hard cock and stroking hand almost into Jons line of sight to Acacia. Jon couldn’t help glancing over and checking out his roommates stiff cock. Jon had seen plenty of porn so he knew Nick’s cock was a good sized tool. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the skin slid up and down the shaft and the slit at the end glistened with a little precum. Jon didn’t want to stare at Nick but somehow he found the sight every bit as exciting as the amazing woman across the room.

Acacia kept her hands moving on her body, watching her toy cocks playing on the couch. She could see Jons attention to Nicks cock and she smiled and shivered with the excitement of the chase. Knowing that her plan was likely to succeed made her pussy gush with wetness. She moved her hand from the outside of her panties and slipped it under the fabric. Two fingers pressed down on the sides of her clit, the pressure and tugging of the skin sending a shock of sensation thru her. Her fingers dipped into the wetness of her hole, working the slippery fluid over her pussy lips and up to her clit. She fucked her fingers into her hole – not deep enough – not big enough – but good for now, ramping up her lust.

The whole time she was rubbing she watched the two boys across from her. They in turn were stroking their hard cocks and openly staring at her hand working under her panties, moving only to watch as her other hand lifted her breast out of her bustier to reveal the hard nipple. Acacia pinched and pulled at her nipple, moaning at the lightning bolt of sensation that seemed to jet directly to her clit, then repeated the treatment with the other breast. She was panting now, pulling her fingers back to rub frantically at her clit, then back down to drive up into her pussy.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with the scent of wet pussy, driving all three to an even higher plane. Suddenly Acacia growled low in her throat and her thighs crushed together, trapping her hand that was still frantically trying to stimulate her clit.

Jon had to let go of his cock as the sight of Acacia in the grip of a quivering orgasm almost sent him over the edge and he remembered her direct command from earlier. Nick was still stroking his cock but the head had swollen even more and looked like a purple mushroom.

Acacia took a deep breath as she came down from her orgasm. She slipped her wet fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her lips, sticking out her tongue and sliding it to the tip of her fingers before sliding them into her mouth and sucking them clean.

“Ohhhh, I just love the first cum of the night,” she purred. “It makes me feel so alive. Did you boys like what you saw? Do you boys want to fuck my wet pussy? Want me to suck your hard cocks?”

“Yessss!” Jon hissed, still not touching his throbbing, twitching cock.

“Ohh fuck yes!” Nick agreed.

Acacia smiled to herself, knowing that the next few minutes would be the best of the night in many ways. “Well, you need to do something more for me then. Will you two do just as I ask? If you do, I promise you a fuck you’ll remember for the rest of your life!”

Nick panted out, “Fuck yes, tell me, I’ll lick you, I’ll kiss your feet, I’ll do anything you want to put my cock into your sexy cunt!” He listed everything he could think she’d want from his limited experience. He had to let go of his cock at this declaration, the thrill of giving himself to her so completely was so new to him.

Jon again could see what was happening to him. It was almost like the time he’d been hypnotized by a stage magician in Las Vegas – he knew he could say no and refuse to do what was asked but at the same time he knew he was going to do it anyway, anything she asked. “Yes! God yes, Acacia! I’ll do just as you ask!”

Acacia’s hands snaked down to her hips as she stood up, sliding her panties off her hips. Sitting back down the swollen lips of her wet pussy stood out, a new vision to entrance the two boys in front of her. Her left hand slipped down and dipped into the wet slit again, then rubbed softly at her clit.

“The first cock to slip into this wet cunt will belong to whoever sucks the other guy off first.” she whispered.

The room was silent for a moment. Nick stared at her as if he couldn’t comprehend what she’d just said, then wanting to say no! Before he could process why he would hesitate to refuse he felt movement on the couch and turned to see Jon sliding down to kneel on the cushions of the couch in front of him.

“Please, Nick,” Jon said, looking up at him, “Please! I have to fuck her beautiful cunt! I’m a virgin, Nick! I’ve never fucked a girl before, please let me do this so I can fuck her!”

Nick was so stunned at this confession and his own conflicted feelings that he didn’t react when Jon bent over and slipped the swollen head of Nicks cock into his lips. Jon didn’t try to lick or play with it, he just slipped it in and started sucking, sliding the spongy, smooth head over his tongue and feeling the hard surface of the shaft at his lips. After watching Nick stroke his cock, and being so excited by Acacia’s orgasm, and reveling in the feeling of being commanded to do something that he now realized he wanted to do anyway, Jon found himself giving in to the situation. He pushed the cock farther into his mouth, gagging a bit as it found the back his mouth. Pulling back and readying himself he tried again, pushing his face down on the cock, letting the head settle at his throat, pushing against the restriction there. Suddenly something gave a bit and the head slipped into his throat and his forehead bumped against Nicks firm belly.

Acacia wasn’t surprised when Jon reacted first and kneeled down before Nick. She was surprised by his confession and it gave a fresh jolt of excitement to her cunt. She kept her fingers on her clit as she stood up and stepped over to the couch, putting one knee down next to Jons hips so she could see his lips engulf Nicks hard cock. When his head went down to Nicks stomach she knew he was deep throating the cock and her pussy gave another quiver of excitement. She reached one hand between his thighs from behind, slipping in and around his still rock-hard cock.

“Yesss, suck that cock, Jon,” she hissed. “Oh, yeah, Jon has such a nice thick cock. You really want my pussy on your virgin cock, don’t you Jon?”

Jon could only moan and nod as his hands moved up to brace himself against Nicks hips. After a few more strokes he dropped one hand down and started playing with Nicks heavy balls. He cupped them, then gathered the sack and gently pulled and squeezed, massaging the glands to get at the cum they contained.

Nick watched as his cock disappeared into his new roommates mouth. This whole night was moving so fast, was so far beyond anything his imagination could construct. His memory flashed over the days in high school when he derisively called other guys “cocksuckers”, and now his roommate, who he’d have to spend almost a year living with, was between his legs, sucking his cock. And he realized he loved it. He loved it not just in the way any mouth would feel good on his cock, he loved that it was a mans mouth, Jons mouth, sucking him off. He put his hand on the back of Jons head, pushing him down onto his cock. Jon moaned again, feeling the encouragement of the gesture.

Nicks realization that he wanted Jon to suck him let loose a flood of emotion that peaked in his balls. He could feel the orgasm swelling inside him, could feel his balls tingling and tightening. Then that moment arrived, right before the first spurt, where all the tension of his body was anticipating the ecstasy of release.

Jon felt Nicks cock swelling and knew that he’d be coming soon. He quickened his pace, slamming his face down on the hard cock, feeling the swollen head slide in and out of his throat, the precum coating his tongue and lips. Finally he felt Nicks hips thrust forward and hold, his cock swelling even further at the bottom of his throat. He pushed himself down until his nose was jammed against Nicks pubic bone, then felt the first pulse of cum race up the ridge on the bottom of the cock and gush into his throat. Pulling back he kept the head of Nicks cock in his mouth as spurt after spurt of cum shot onto his tongue.

Jon heard Acacia whisper in his ear, “Keep his cum in your mouth, baby, keep it right there.” Finally Nicks hips stopped quivering and Jon backed away and sat up, his mouth full of his roommates cum. Jon looked at Nick, fearing that he’d see anger or condemnation but Nick had his head thrown back, eyes closed, recovering from his orgasm. Acacia moved to face Jon and planted her lips on his, pushing her tongue into his mouth to taste Nicks cum. She sucked at his mouth, pulling some of the cum into hers, then broke the kiss. Jon, almost gagging now, had to swallow the mouthful of spit and cum and tried to catch his breath, his cock straining even harder than before.

Acacia turned from Jon with her mouthful of cum and faced Nick. He was still recovering from his orgasm when he felt soft hands on his cheeks and opened his eyes to see Acacia kissing him, the taste of what he knew to be his cum filling his mouth as she drove her tongue into him. Nick kissed her back, tongues twirling thru the thick fluid from his cock. In his new state he loved the taste and feel of the cum in his mouth and his cock twitched with excitement.

Breaking the kiss, Acacia stepped back, ready to play more with her toys. Jon started to stand up to come to Acacia, ready to collect on her promise but she put up her hand to stop him. “Not yet, baby!” she said. “Nick here has to play along first.”

At the sound of his name Nick turned to her, “What? You said the first…” he started to say, but Acacia didn’t hesitate.

“You need to return Jons favor, Nick. I want you to suck his straining cock so he doesn’t cum the second he touches my pussy.”

After coming down from the ecstasy of his orgasm Nick was having second thoughts about this sudden switch in his desires and started to backtrack. “No, uhhh… I don’t want… you know, I’m gonna go so you two can screw…”

“Oh, Nick, you can’t do that to Jon,” Acacia crooned. “If you don’t stay I’ll kick you both out and Jon will have to go home with such a bad case of blue balls!”

Jon was getting pissed. Pissed at Acacia for her continued teasing promise of sex, but he knew he couldn’t attack her. He was also pissed at Nick for getting cold feet after what he’d done, and what Nick had clearly wanted him to do. “Fuck you, Nick!” he growled, turning to face his roommate. “You’re gonna suck this cock if I’ve got to make you!” Jon advanced on his roomate as he tried to scramble off the couch to his clothing. Pushing Nick back down on the couch, Nick landed half off, almost laying on the seat. Jon quickly straddled Nicks chest, his hard cock almost hitting Nick on the chin.

Acacia’s eyes widened at the sight before her. ‘Damn,’ she thought, rubbing her pussy with fresh desire, ‘this is even better than I expected.’ She stepped up behind Jon and put her hands on his shoulders. “That’s it, Jon, make him suck your cock. Once you cum in his face I’ll get you hard again and fuck your thick cock until it’s sore!”

Nick lay awkwardly on the couch, unable to get the leverage he’d need to push Jon off of him. His eyes almost crossed trying to watch hard cock head waving in front of him, glistening and wet from the precum oozing from the slit at the end. He didn’t know what he felt at that moment, a mix of new desire and old prejudice, shocked at himself for going so far already and unsure if he could go further.

Jon didn’t give Nick the luxury of considering his options. He put his hand on Nicks forehead, pushing it down into the cushions of the couch, then rocked forward and slipped the head of his cock into Nicks partly open mouth.

Nicks lips reluctantly spread over the tip of Jons cock, pushing the foreskin back and exposing the head fully as it pushed across his tongue. The taste of precum was strong and strangely sweet as Jon started rocking his hips, stroking his hard shaft in and out of Nicks mouth. The angle was all wrong for Jon to penetrate deeply, but he was so close to cumming he didn’t care. He felt so strong, so powerful, holding Nick down and fucking into his mouth, not caring if Nick wanted it or not.

Acacia kept up her goading of Jon, “Oh yeah, fuck it into his mouth, Jon. You know he wants to suck your cock. Cum on his face for me, Jon, spray that hot cum all over his pretty little face.”

Jon knew he was going to do exactly what Acacia ordered of him, and soon. His balls were already tingling and he could feel the orgasm rising inside him. When Acacia’s hands reached around him and gripped both his nipples he just groaned and tensed and pushed his cock into Nick’s mouth again, feeling the first jet of cum blast from his cock. He pulled back and started stroking his cock as it kept spraying over Nicks face, jets draping across Nicks forehead, and eye, and dripping down his cheek.

Shakily Jon rolled off of Nicks chest and sat on the couch, gasping for breath. Nick sat up, his faced dripping with cum. Acacia stepped back to admire the sight, then reached down and tossed Nick his own underwear. “Clean your face up, Nick. I don’t want you dripping all over the place.”

Now both boys had cum and some of the almost insane tension from earlier had left the room. Jon and Nick looked up at Acacia, who was even more of a vision than earlier. Her orgasm and goading of Jon had tousled her hair. Her hand was still idly stroking her clit and her breasts spilled over the top of her bustier with hard nipples tipping them.

Acacia stepped forward and kneeled between Jon’s sprawled leg, her hand reaching out to grip, and then slowly stroke Jon’s nearly hard cock. “Oh, I love you young guys,” she whispered, “always ready to go again.” She bent down and started making love to Jon’s cock.

Jon had had what he’d thought was a blowjob before – a high school girlfriend putting his head in her mouth for a moment while she gave him a handjob. And he’d just fucked Nicks mouth, but what Acacia did to him was a revelation! She licked up the shaft, then swirled her tongue over the head, all the time looking at him with her big hazel eyes. She dipped down, pulling his ballsack into her mouth, sucking gently and rolling the glands with her tongue. Pulling back she let the balls make a “pop” sound as they left her mouth.

Jon groaned at the pressure of her suction, then gasped as his balls popped loose. He started to put his hand on Acacia’s head but she batted it away with her free hand.

Nick was still sitting next to Jon, pressed against him, really, and had a front row seat to Acacias performance. His own cock was only half soft and it twitched to life from watching his friend get the blowjob of a lifetime. He started idly stroking the thickening shaft, wondering if she’d suck him too.

Acacia was focused on Jon’s cock. She loved to fuck sexy toys like these boys, and she was so turned on from teasing and manipulating them that her enthusiasm was genuine (not like when she had to perform for her older men!). She pulled Jon’s cock down to point at her and slid his foreskin down the shaft. The head inside was still small and soft but she could tell Jon would be completely hard again soon. She licked once at the tip, then used the tip of her tongue to worm into the slit, tasting the sweet cum still oozing from the end. Her lips opened and she welcomed the shaft into her mouth, sliding all the way to the back of her throat in one steady motion. She couldn’t believe how thick Jon was – her jaw stretched to keep her teeth from dragging on the shaft.

She started pistoning the shaft in and out of her mouth, feeling him growing. One hand was at the base of his cock, stroking it in time with her bobbing head. Her other hand was still between her legs, rubbing her clit to keep her pussy wet and ready for the stretching it would soon receive. She pulled her mouth off Jon’s cock and turned to Nick. “Get down on the floor,” she commanded, “Lay on your back. You’re gonna lick my clit.”

Nick didn’t delay – he knew he wanted a taste of that sweet pussy and if she wanted a break from Jon he wasn’t going to argue. Acacia let go of Jon’s cock, then got on her hands and knees over him in a sixty-nine position. Looking over her shoulder at Jon she slapped her own ass, saying, “Get over here and fuck me, stud.”

Jon didn’t need a second hint and got on his knees behind her. He ignored Nicks face below her crotch and used both hands to rub her perfect ass cheeks as the shaft of his cock slid against her pussy lips.

“Put him in me, Nick!” Acacia insisted, dipping her head to lick the head of Nicks cock. “Grab Jons cock and put him in my cunt.”

Nick knew now that he’d be servicing both Jon and Acacia. Giving in to the moment and the lust he was so trying to suppress he grabbed Jons cock and brought it to his lips, spitting on it and using his tongue to add to Acacia’s saliva. He lifted the head and Jon rocked back. Nick used the head of Jons cock to rub Acacia’s pussy, then pushed it to her waiting hole.

Jon felt the head of his cock enter a soft tunnel and he pushed forward. His shaft was so wet and Acacia so lubricated that he slid home in one stroke. He paused, gasping at the feel of her wet, clinging flesh surrounding his cock. He could feel her pussy muscles gripping at his shaft, pulsing with erotic passion.

Acacia groaned around Nicks cock as Jons thick cock slid into her cunt. The real stretching of her tight cunt as Jon pushed into her felt amazing and she sucked hard on Nicks cock, loving the feel of his shaft in her mouth. She rocked her hips back against Jon and he started stroking his cock in and out of the incredible grip of her pussy. He was in heaven as he slid in and out. Suddenly he felt a tickle on his balls and he realized Nick had his tongue out, dragging across his balls as he thrust. Holding still for a moment he felt Nicks mouth surround his ball sack and suck at him as Acacia had done earlier. He couldn’t imagine a more explosive combination of sensations and couldn’t help rocking back and forth as Acacia pushed her hips back against him, urging him to thrust into her.

Nick felt Acacias hot mouth on his cock although she mostly just held the head in her mouth as her pussy fucked back and forth on Jons meat. Nick finished sucking Jons ballsack and moved his tongue to where the shaft entered her pussy, licking around the lips, laving Jons cock, loving the taste of Acacias sweet pussy juice on Jons hard shaft. Searching for her hard clit he pushed her fingers away and started licking and sucking at the firm little nub, then backing off and flicking it with his tongue. Acacia screamed at this new sensation and let Nicks cock fall from her mouth, laying her head on his hips and surrendering herself to the pummeling of Jons cock in her pussy.

Jon thought he was going mad. The whole night – all the feelings and sensations and the emotional roller coast he’d been on, along with the amazing physical sensation of his cock slamming into its first pussy was sending him over the edge. He didn’t want to cum – but he couldn’t stop the frantic motion of his hips and the sensory overload. His hips sped up – he was slamming in and out of Acacias pussy so fast his hips were a blur, her pussy juice churning and dripping from her slit down onto Nicks face.

Nick concentrated his attention on sucking her clit into his pursed lips, then flicking his tongue over the exposed bud. This was enough to fling Acacia into her orgasm, screaming and gasping and trying to crawl away from the attack of stimulation on her super-sensitive clit and pussy. Neither Nick or Jon let her go as they continued their assault. Acacias spasming cunt pushed Jon over the top and he slammed his cock as deep into her as he could and held, feeling each jet of cum as a burning rush of sensation.

Jon fell back away from Acacias ass and collapsed against the loveseat, panting and gasping as his wet cock flopped down on his hip. Nick was still on his back, now lapping at Acacias wet pussy as Jons load started oozing from the swollen lips of her twitching cunt. Acacia was still collapsed on top of Nick, crooning as she came down from her orgasm.

Sitting up, Acacia started stroking Nicks cock as she rubbed her dripping pussy on Nicks face. “Mmmm, yeah, ohhh suck my wet pussy, Nick,” she panted. Her hips were squirming and thrusting and from his angle Jon could see the gobs of cum and pussy juice oozing into Nicks mouth as he sucked and swallowed.

“Aahhhhh, yes, fuck yes, lick it up baby. Clean up my nasty wet cunt,” she continued. Still stroking his cock she realized she wanted more cock tonight and that Nick hadn’t cum yet. Lifting off his wet face she spun around, placed her wet, stretched cunt over Nicks cockhead and sank down with a groan. As she started riding Nicks nice long cock up and down she looked at Jon and said, “Come over here and let me clean you up.”

Jon rose from his collapse and stepped close to her, straddling Nick, and placed his still wet cockhead at her lips. One of Acacias guilty pleasures was the feel of a satisfied cock in her mouth, coated with cum and her pussy juice. She opened her mouth and sucked Jons semi-hard dick in, loving the feel and texture of a cock when it wasn’t hard and pulsing with need.

Nick was groaning and squirming on the floor from the feel of Acacias wet pussy. It was different from anything he’d felt before as he’d never fucked a girl who’d just had a dick in her. It was looser, soaking wet from juice and cum, and slid up and down his shaft in a way he’d never experienced. He knew he was going to cum soon and gasped out, “I’m… gonna… cum…” as his hips rose and he tensed like a bow pulled back to fire an arrow.

Acacia dropped Jons cock and started slamming her hips up and down, loving the feel of Nicks cock swolling to its maximum size and frantically rubbing her clit to another orgasm as Nicks jets of hot cum filled her pussy for a second time that night.

The room was silent except for the pants and gasps of the three students as they recovered from their orgasms. Acacia lay back, propped against the chair, her fingers idly stroking her pussy and playing with the fresh cum oozing from her slit. Nick lay spread eagled on the floor, his cock glistening in the light, still wet from Acacias pussy. Jon had the most time to recover so he sat back onto the loveseat, looking at his friend and this amazing woman who had led him into the most erotic and amazing experience of his short life.

“Get the fuck dressed then get the fuck out,” Acacia said in a languid but commanding voice. “And write down your emails and phone on your way out.”

Jon was in a daze as he complied with her command, picking up his underwear and socks and pulling them on. Nick got up on his elbow and said, “But baby, we just got started, I’ve got…”

Acacia cut him off, her voice no longer soft. “I said get the fuck out. If you don’t get dressed I’ll shove your skinny ass out the door naked.”

It didn’t take much for Nick to believe her so, cowed, he quickly scrambled to pull on his underwear and clothes. Jon had finished writing his name and information on a pad on the kitchen counter and Nick did the same. Acacia got to her feet and, tucking her breasts back into her bustier, she walked behind them to the door. As Jon put his hand on the door handle she spoke one last time, saying “We’re going to have so much fun together, aren’t we?” and gave a joyous, but quite unsettling laugh.

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