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Shiro knew it was a long drive, and the concerts only started out close. They always planned a tour, and eventually they were going abroad. They were big enough for it now, although they weren't booked for the bigger venues. It would be a test eventually, if they could maintain their status as rockstars while at the same time balancing their private lives. Too many crumbled in the industry.

Yet the kiss took it all away. He didn't think about the band or his music or anything else. He just gave himself into the kiss, allowing himself to open up as he felt Akira returning it, even arching in against him. His hand instinctively moved out, around the other's lower back, holding him. When they broke it and pulled back, he could see the lust beginning to build in the other's eyes, his own were determined and focused though.

It was something he hadn't thought of before, just how far they would want to go now. His eyes moving down as Akira's hands went for his shirt. He didn't fight it, his hands moving to help him get it off as he knew this was what they both wanted from each other. "No regrets." Shiro nodded, understanding as he felt himself smile softly. His hands slipped around Akira's lower back, lifting him into his lap while greeting his lips with another kiss, enjoying the softness of the fabric and the skin underneath that against his fingers, his chest exposed. He had obviously worked out while in the band, looking more trim and fit than he had five years ago.

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Akira felt like he was flying with Shiro. It had been so long since he had been with Shiro, even kissing was sending a rush through him. He wanted more though, so much more. When the other stated that there would be no regrets he hummed, satisfied with the answer. He easily slipped into Shiro's lap as he looked down at the skin and body he had managed to expose. His hands slowly ran across exposed flesh as he took in the sight. This body had changed so much since the last time he saw it. He found he was a bit scared to remove his clothes.

He knew his body had changed since. Granted it was still a dancers body... but it revealed a bit more about his travels through beds. He kissed back and as he pulled away his bit his lip slightly, slowly pulling off his dress. He kept his eyes on Shiro's face waiting for the reactions to the scars he had on his body now. They weren't there five years ago and in the light of the club they were hard to see, but now they were clear as day. He leaned forward slightly to nibble at the other's neck, trying to relearn the body that had been absent for the longest time. He worked his hands along the skin they could find looking and seeking every spot that he could think of.

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Shiro loved feeling Akira against him, their lips locked together. He felt his body tingling with every touch from the smaller boy in his lap. Almost trembling from the tenderness of the touch. Yet it was still different. Five years had gone buy, the sensual and tender touch was a loving one, but he could tell there was more to it. He let Akira lean back, seeing the dress sliding off, leaving the other young man in just his underwear. Shiro's eyes travelled almost automatically, the body was slender, trimmed and smooth. Except for the scars that showed. They hadn't been there five years ago.

He let his arms around Akira, tilting his head to give him better access to his neck. His skin carried a newer taste, a new smell he used after showers, yet it seemed natural next to his own scent. His fingers moved to trail one of the scars. "We don't have to talk about them until you want to share them with me." He whispered, letting his fingers off the scar and his hand down to grasp and squeeze Akira's ass instead, finding it even better than five years ago. He wanted his ex so badly he was already fully hard.

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Akira continued to nibble at the man's neck, licking and sucking every now and then before moving to the other's shoulder. When he felt the finger trail one of the scars he tensed slightly. He sighed as the other whispered that they didn't have to talk about them until he wanted to share. He opened his mouth to start talking about them when he felt the squeeze to his ass. This allowed a moan to escape and he pulled his head back and smirked at the other only to grind his hips into Shiro's in retaliation.

He look down to his scars and ran his fingers along a few, "I don't remember when I got half of them... I remember who though." he whispered. "Rather..." he bit his lip and looked at Shiro, "it was a group. It was consensual." he said, the second part being rather quick, not wanting Shiro to think anything horrible happened to him. "I just... we didn't realize how easily I would scar, they weren't as experienced as they said they were... it was kind of a mess." he murmured, "Anyway... it was a flog and they got a little too deep so I bled at it left scars because none of us really knew how to properly care for them. I think one or two might have actually been intentional with a knife." he said, frowning to himself when he really didn't remember some of them.

"It- It doesn't freak you out does it?" he asked, "I- we don't have to do anything like that if you aren't into it. I'm kind of... um, well, nonchalant?" he tried, wincing at the phrase. "I'm kind of game for whatever." he explained, moving to kiss Shiro once more. "If you want to just play it simple I'm perfectly okay with that. I just want you inside me." he whispered, giving a small blush as he spoke. How the hell he still found words like that embarrassing, he knew it was because this was Shiro and not just some random person.

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Shiro enjoyed the attention to his neck, the sucking was going to leave a mark in the long run though. Not that he minded it as he heard the moan, feeling the other's hips grinding into his own. He felt short of breath already, the blood halfways out of his brain and further down as he watched his ex moving his fingers, seeing the scars. He was a patient listener, although it felt a bit weird that it'd been consensual and they had been a group about him. For a moment he even worried when the knife was mentioned, but he had to put it off. This was in the past.

"I don't know how to respond to this." Shiro admitted, just before their lips touched again, he returned the kiss, acting out of instinct as his brain tried to figure out what to do in this situation. It took a moment before they spoke again, and now it was just a simple blush as he could tell they were meant to be. They had been apart, but the pull between them had flung them back in each other's arms. "It feels a bit weird, that you've experimented like this." He began, trying to find the right words as his heart pounded in his chest, but it was tricky. "I want to see if it's something we can enjoy together."

He couldn't believe himself, they were getting intimate, and already talking about things that they would never have considered in their wildest dreams earlier. "For now, I just want you. I don't know how long we have each other, and I want to forget about time." He explained, moving one hand down between them, to his pants, they were soon undone and unzipped, his plain boxers showing underneath, the bulge threatening to fall up towards his stomach. "I want to be one with you." He added before kissing Akira with all the passion and love he could muster. For now this was enough, but he was determined, one day he would give his ex all the pleasure he desired.

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Akira gave a small smile when the other stated he wasn't sure how to respond to what he said. "I know, it's okay. It can feel weird, I'm not expecting you to be into it. I didn't really like the knife and though I don't mind the flogging, I'm okay without it. Though, if it is something you want to try I'm not opposed to it." he explained, glancing away a little bit. His eyes followed the other man's hands and bit his lip as he watched him undo his pants. He moved slightly to help push them down as he looked back up at the other.

"Leave it to you to be all cheesy." he teased just before the other kissed him. He groaned into the kiss and ground his hips once more against the bulge that was beneath him. "Hmm, so I was right yesterday. You were turned on by my little lap dance." he teased before repeating the same motions as his lap dance from before, only this time he had no qualms letting himself touch the man and grind into his hips. "I suppose it's a bit better now, us being half naked and all. Can you imagine what it would be like if you were inside of me?" he murmured against the man's lips moving ever so slightly off the other so he could get rid of his own boxers.

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Nodding in response to the other's suggestions, Shiro let's him help with his pants, getting them off. "We can discuss that another time." He grins before his cheesy comment is mentioned. It's something he's always been good at, being cheesy and goofy around serious things. It was like a trip to heaven with Akira in his lap, the grinding had him harden fast, despite still wearing boxers as he noticed the other lifting up a bit.

"You move better than anyone I've ever seen dance." Shiro complimented, it wasn't something he'd seen a lot of people do, but those he'd seen never came near to when he saw the smaller boy now on his lap. His hands moving on instinct as he had his pants kicked off. "You're such a tease." He moved in, nibbling gently on the others neck as his fingers hooked into the waist band of Akira's boxers, suddenly pulling them down, his fingers gliding along the toned, yet still bubbly ass and those delicious thighs on top of him. He wasn't going to wait, although he had one thing to remember. "Do you have lube? And I mean plenty of it." He asked, obviously wanting to enjoy his ex as a lover for more than just one round.

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"Hmm, you're just saying that because I have you hard and wanting." he said, nipping at the man's lip, teasing the other once again. Though he found himself getting told off for teasing, "Always. It's more fun that way, don't you think?" he asked, "Having something just within your reach... but never being able to actually have it? It's why lap dances get so many men off." he murmured and gasped as the man pulled down his boxers. He moved his hips down and finally felt the bare skin against bare skin.

He smirked when he heard the other ask about lube, "Not here," he whispered against the man's lips before pulling up and away from the other. He leaned down and hummed in satisfaction at the kiss he gave the other, "give me a minute and I'll have plenty" he said, before turning and sauntering over to the television just in front of them. He leaned down from the waist and moved his hips ever so slightly, giving the other a wonderful view of his ass before opening a draw and grabbing a bottle of lube he had there before coming back and moving to his knees in front of Shiro. "Do you need help or would you rather do it yourself?" he asked as he opened the bottle.

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Shiro couldn't help but grin at Akira's words. His ex was partially right. "I also have some experience." He reminded the other. Yet the teasing was the best. While he wanted it all, it would be nice to just get teased occasionally and have the entire build up. And soon they were skin on skin, the warm body of his lover was against his own, making him gasp and his cock twitch slightly. He knew he wanted everything, and he wasn't going to slow down with it until they were done.

Then suddenly, the other pulled off his lap, moving forward. He wanted to grab him and pull him back, yet he waited, watching the hypnotizing ass in front of him. Making him lick his lips, remembering the feeling of the other's lips on his own. They were so soft and the taste a memory awakening again. And then Shiro noticed the other moving on his knees between his legs, the lube in his hands. The question was an easy answer as he felt his cheeks heat up. "You help me with it. It's been a while and I want to make sure we do it right." He told Akira with a grin, leaning forward. "Otherwise I won't be able to control myself with your delicious ass." He teased slightly.

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Akira chuckled at the other not being able to control himself, playing with the bare cock in front of him. His hands gently ran up and down the cock, just barely touching it, "then perhaps I shouldn't help you." he said, before he took the man in his mouth and in one fell swoop took him as far as he could. He came up and licked his lips before putting some lube in his hand and started to give the other a hand job before switching hands and taking the lubed covered one and playing with his ass. He stuck a finger inside himself and groaned as he leaned his head down on Shiro's leg.

His eyes never left the cock he was playing with as he licked his lips and stuck another finger inside himself. He moved slightly and sucked on his ex lover's balls and hummed lightly before pulling back and looking at the other. "God I want you inside me." he murmured, his eyes glazed over from the lust and want of the other. Once he felt like he was loose enough he moved back up along Shiro's body and straddled the man. "You ready?" he asked, kissing Shiro lightly as he slowly lowered himself so that Shiro's tip was just barely impaling his ass.

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"Shit." Shiro groaned as he watched the other slide down over his cock and then back up. It was a surprise sensation that he didn't realize how much he missed. The sexual attention and intimacy as he felt the hand moving in to take over, lubed and soon jerking him off slowly. He groaned, his head leaning backwards as he watched the other get to work on them both at the same time. He had to grip the couch firmly to hold himself back as he looked down. "Fuck." He admitted, letting go of a hand, to move it into the others hair, holding his head with a gentle grip. "You look so damn cute." He groaned, the pleasure making his legs start to tremble slightly.

Then it was over, his hand letting go as Akira moved up into his lap. Returning the kiss, he didn't care how the other tasted. "You don't have to wait." He teased, his hands moving to the other's waist as he felt the ass teasing the tip of his cock. Shiro couldn't help himself as he pushed into a passionate kiss, while pulling the other down, groaning into the kiss. The memories of the tight ass wrapping around his cock were intense, flooding his mind with the past pleasures they had shared. Yet he pushed it back, focusing on the present, savoring the moment, the taste and the sensations of feeling his lover against his lap, not having realized he wasn't being too gentle, pulling the other down to the hilt on him.

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Akira chuckled when the other told him he looked cute. As he enjoyed the other kissing him he to thought of the past, how this all felt in the past, how now he felt different but still good. He gasped as the other pulled him down in such a way it left him breathless. He broke the kiss trying to catch his breath while also getting used to having Shiro inside of him again. "Fuck..." he managed to get out, his body shaking as he enjoyed the rush of pleasure that was forced through him.

He slowly started to move once he felt like he could, he started out slowly and with a semi-ragged pace. However, that quickly changed as he wanted the other to move like he had before. Being pulled so possessively down made him feel so full, in ways he hadn't felt before and he loved it. Akira moved to kiss Shiro once again as he managed to find a pace that he could keep and hopefully satisfied both of them. He kept giving small groans and his breath became shallow as he chased the orgasm his body wanted so badly. It felt like he was pent up to no end as he moved and kissed Shiro. God, what a stupid man he had been for leaving Shiro like he had.

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Shiro groaned as Akira slid down over him. All the way to the bottom. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in years, his ex lover finally back with him as he moved his hands to the other's waist as he started to move slowly. At first the slow and steady pace was enough, steadily increasing, Shiro's breath heavy and slightly ragged as he looked into the others face. It was an amazing sensation, finally being one again and with someone who meant more to him than most other things.

He held back for a bit, letting Akira get used to the pace before he began to move back, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss. Shiro began to thrust back up against the bounces, his hands slowly starting to grip as he began to lift his lover further up before helping bring him down towards the hips pushing upwards, the apartment would soon echo with the noise of their bodies colliding as Shiro's breathing quickened. He was definitely enjoying every moment.

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Akira gasped when the other finally started to pull him down towards his hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned as they kept up the pace that Shiro had started in the first place. He made to kiss the other again until he broke it only to let out a loud moan as his body shook with the orgasm ripping through him. "God yes!" he moaned as he felt his body tighten around the other, only to go lip a minute later. His breath was still labored and he could barely move, but he was trying to make sure that his lover came as well.

How he missed this feeling with Shiro. He leaned up and kissed the man again as if he hadn't just kissed him only moments before. "I needed that," he whispered as he cuddled into the other after the man finished. He gently kissed the man's neck as he closed his eyes and rested still very aware of what was going on around him.

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Shiro was surprised at the pace he got going. The entire moment and the way Akira cried out, he couldn't help but groan loudly. He felt the sudden orgasm tightening his lover around his cock, and it was too much as he managed to pull the other to the hilt, his cock erupting as he groaned loudly, his head falling backwards, exposing his throat and neck to the other.

Returning the kiss as they sat together there, Shiro couldn't help but grin softly. He needed it too as his hands moved, one going to the other's lower back, the other going up into his hair. "I've been aching for this since I saw you." He groaned, his head tilting to accept the other's lips to his neck as they cuddled up on the couch. He leaned forward, pushing to kiss the other passionately, his legs slowly moving, grinding lightly against the other's ass, his cock still hard inside.

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Akira gasped and hummed at the man coming inside of him, taking not that he wasn't nearly done with him. He groaned into the kiss and his back, gasping once more as the man ground against his ass. "Someone is pent up, aren't they?" he whispered, licking his lips. Having the other inside him like this was going to drive him insane. He never had anyone this hard and wanting yet again so quickly before. "It's like you didn't even come in the first place." he murmured, moving slightly to remove the other from himself. "How about we change locations, have some fun somewhere else for a nice little welcome back?" he asked, nipping at his lover's lips. "The kitchen, or the bathroom, the bedroom is always fun too." he nipped once again. "Or if you are feeling super adventurous... my place does have a balcony." he teased, getting up and moving towards the back of his apartment.

He waited in the hallway, three door ways one a glass door leading to a very small balcony. He licked his lips and touched himself, taking in a small breath as he let out a light groan as he stroked himself. "Might need to help me get back in the mood though." he said, "Unless you plan on taking me while I'm not hard, would be a sure way of getting me going again." he said, a light lustful smirk playing on his lips.

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It felt like a dream for Shiro to finally have his lover back. Every moment felt special, every touch electric. He couldn't help but grin and nod at the other's words. "I haven't had attention like this in a while." He admitted, feeling the other suddenly sliding off him, mentioning a change of scenery as their lips were so close he could taste the smaller male. It was going to be hard for them to slow down and take a breath now that they had gotten started.

Each choice weighed in on what Shiro wanted. All the places were interesting as he groaned, getting up while his length didn't seem to shrink at all, his body seeming to flex as he thought over where he wanted his lover again, a grin on his face. "Go band over the kitchen counter, Aki." Shiro finally decided, standing in front of his lover, his hand slipped out, slapping the other on the side of his ass. "And close your eyes, just listen to me and try to anticipate it." He decided to be playful and teasing.

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"Hmmm, okay." he whispered, gasping and arching forward when the other smacked him. He smirked when he was told to close his eyes and headed over to the kitchen counter, placing his on the counter and bending over slightly. The counter was just perfect for them to do something like this, it being right at waist height for Akira.

He closed his eyes and hummed, listening in to see if he could hear where and what Shiro was doing. "So... tell me, what are you wanting to do to me? What's your biggest fantasy?" he murmured as he rolled his hips slightly. His cock slowly getting harder as he thought about the other taking this opportunity to surprise him in whatever way he wanted to.

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Watching the other moving into the kitchen, Shiro couldn't help but lick his lips, the tasty ass of the smaller male was tantalizing to watch. Even more when it was bent over slightly against the counter. He took in the sight, hearing the other's words as he couldn't help but chuckle softly, moving into the kitchen, his breathing made heavier as he felt his hard cock flopping from side to side, wanting to bury inside the other. Yet he held back.

"There are some ideas I want to experiment with and explore." He admitted, moving to the drawers, he began rummaging through them, wondering if he should really try it. In the end, he decided to go ahead, grabbing a plain knife from the drawer, moving over behind him. "I know you said you didn't like what they did with the knife, but I want to try it and learn how to make it work." Shiro admitted, his free hand reaching to grip Akira by his hair, the other hand with the plain knife running the flat side of the cold steel just barely over the skin of the other's ass, obviously teasing him as he kept a firm grip of the other.

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Akira could hear the other rummaging through the drawers, and wrinkled his brow trying to think of what he could be looking for. He opened his eyes when the other mentioned the knife and was about to refuse the offer when he was grabbed by the hair and a moan left his mouth before he even had a chance to stop it. Though he had been stating the truth about the knife, he hadn't admitted it was more the aftercare that had turned him off rather than the actual play.

Over the years he had found his liked it a bit rougher, though didn't mind the softer side of things. So here he was now being treated in just the way he liked as the other kept a firm grip on him. He bit his lip trying to keep the next moan from barging out of his mouth at the idea that Shiro wanted to try this. However, his cock betrayed him as it twitched back to life. "F-fuck" he moaned.

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Shiro wanted to show his lover that he could make it work, that they could both find shared pleasure in some light knife play. And at least he had selected a fairly blunt knife to tease with. The play for now was just to entice the other as it seemed the roughness in his grip helped as well as he moved forward, his hand with the knife moving around the other's body and up over his chest.

"Reach down and guide me to your ass." Shiro groaned into Akira's ear, his hard cock slapping against the other's ass teasingly, obviously wanting more. "Unlike what you've experienced, I want to take it slow and dive into it with us both comfortable with all." He explained, and the moment he was guided to the right spot, he thrust forward, sinking back into the warm, tight rear of his lover. They would spend as much time as they could handle together again. Shiro grunting as he teased with the flat side of the knife over the other's nipples while he took him, keeping a firm grip with his other hand.

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Akira shivered as the other teased him with the flat end of the knife. This felt much better than before, "I trust you..." He whispered as the other explained he wanted to make sure they were both comfortable. As he did he reached back and worked the other towards his ass, gasping when the other thrust into him. His body pushed back against the other, giving a light groan. He found himself arching into the knife when I was on his nipple.

"Jesus... fuck..." He groaned and arched his body just a bit further, enjoying the hold on his hair. "Y-you're not wrong I'm not used to this kind of treatment. I-it's nice." He managed to get out, "I like this, I like your cock in me, I like your hand in my hair, and I like the blade... I want more." He groaned, "I'm not patient." He whined as the other continued his slow pace.


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"I'll treat this as a date and be nice to you for the rest of the day," Riley spoke sticking her tongue out, something about the way he looked at her made her want to believe that he like-liked her. The song he picked happened to be her favorite songs on the playlist. "Good choice my pet," she'd praise him before focusing on the beat, and her feet. Riley absolutely enjoyed dancing and the only time she listened to music other then her go-to alternative rock was when she was playing DDR.

Singing along with the song, knowing the words by heart, she'd hit ever arrow some landing on good but most landing on perfect. The dance floor of the game was a little different than her at-home pad which was a knock-off so it did take her a few seconds to get a feel for the size. Around them a small crowd formed, onlookers cheering both her and Taylor on as if it was a heated competition. Not paying attention to the scores, as the song ended Riley looked over at him, "well Babe, what's the results, who won?"

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That same smug smile smeared on her features as she looked around to see if there were any other adults in the build aside from the pervert at the front. Even if the man saw she was sure that he'd take a mental picture and touch himself to it later, "I did?" She'd step off the machine, "Well then, I guess it's time for you pay up." Walking over to a nearby table, Riley pulled out a chair and set down. Some of the younger kids dispersed but a few of their classmates were trying to act discrete but seemed curious in the situation. Patting her lap, "Come here my pet," ordering him over to her. "Bend that taught little ass over, you've been a bad girl and I don't like it when you don't follow directions."

As she felt his lighter frame lean over, Riley started to think she may have jumped the gun with the punishment but she couldn't back down. "Mmm, that's a good girl," noticing a few classmates had pulled out their phone, she'd chuckle cruelty. "Looks like someone is going viral," her hand on his ass rubbing his cheeks and teasing the steam line she'd swat him a few times before leaning over whispering, "pull those pants down for me, I want you to feel a little more pain..." her body pulsed and she tried to stop but slowly her secret was starting to grow and harder under his delicate form.

[Assistant] Taylor's face was flushed as he reached back and pulled his pants down to his knees. Now only covered by the thin fabric of his form-fitting boxer briefs, which were black and decorated with symbols from the StarWars trilogy, his sensitive ass felt like it was on display. His eyes were shut tight but he knew people were watching; he could hear them conversing. With a long and shaky breath the boy leaned back over Riley's lap to await his punishment.

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It was empowering to Riley, this time she wasn't the one behind the camera from the POV but people could see it was her punishing the new kid in a degrading manner for a high school student. "Awe and I was hoping you'd be wearing panties, I'll have to get you some," feeling the thin material against the palm of her hand she'd spank him forcefully making her own hand sting hitting his bubble butt, the force of his body moving against hers, the friction rubbing her thick cock making it double in girth and pulse.

"Bad girl, you like making me punish you in public, don't you?" Cupping a cheek in her hand, Riley moved her hand between his legs tickling Taylor's taint and massaging his meager nub with her fingertips. "Say it, you like being spanked," Patting his small clothed sac, a few of the onlookers were giggling.

"Oh my god, is that Taylor the new kid at our school?" One of the nearby girls took a picture letting the flash show, "What a little whore." She and the girl next to her would instantly start posting the image on social media.

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Taylor whimpered softly as his cock throbbed at her touch and his small delicate balls were patted. His ass was undoubtedly red underneath it's confine. "I---I love being spanked." The boy said aloud but softly, finding the words hard to pass. It wasn't a lie---he was in immense pleasure in Riley's warm lap. But never has he been so embarrassed. He could hardly imagine the pictures and videos being immediately spread to his peers---and with that, how many boys would touch themselves to it; to the thought of Taylor doing obscene things...

Additionally, he wondered how much Riley was enjoying this. It had to be immensely or she wouldn't go this far. That fact, as he thought of it, made him genuinely happy.

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Riley's cock throbbed suddenly making her stop, she instantly felt worried and hoped that he didn't feel the forceful pulse in her lap. Trying to have a smooth recovery she'd softly say, "Will you try to do better, next time?" Helping him off of her lap, Riley tried to slyly adjust herself without anyone seeing. "What would you like to play now?" She was enjoying herself, so much that her thickness ached and her swollen sacs felt like they were going to burst enough cream filling to fill a crater on the moon. She may have gone too far but when she looked at Taylor, he didn't seem too distraught by in---in her eyes.

"I bet it's going to be hard to sit down," she'd place a hand on his lower back caringly. "A standing game might be better unless you like the feeling of your firm little butt stinging." Riley couldn't help but think about pulling Taylor into the nearest closet, whipping her dick out and forcing him to pleasure her until she busted. Sexual release is what she needed as each step felt like it was a mile wide. Her Tripp pants were barely able to hide the bulge as her tool was solid finally at its full nine inches of fat pleasuring flesh.

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Taylor was too preoccupied with the crowd to even hear Riley's words. After pulling his pants up, he looked around at the laughing faces before panicking and pressing through the crowd to escape to the restroom near-by.

Entering the restroom, he was caught off-guard by it's sloppy state. It was an older-styled room with a single stall and a sink with a leaky faucet. The stall was an older design, with it's walls reaching to the floor entirely without the usual gap. The tiled walls were covered with various crude writings and a few of the ceiling tiles were recently replaced over top of the sink's cracked mirror. Forgetting to lock the bathroom's door behind him, he quickly ran into the stall and, after throwing some toilet paper on the seat, pulled down his pants and sat. His cock was throbbing---screaming for attention as he slowly started to stroke it.

Being absorbed in his own world, he failed to notice the hole in the stall's wall to the side labeled "The Great Glory Hole, est 1978" in sharpie overtop...

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Before she could try to stop Taylor, Taylor bolted through the crowd of laughter, _Damn it!_ she'd quickly scan the area only to catch a glimpse. Shoving her way through after him, she couldn't help but feel like she had messed up big time by publicly humiliating him. These thoughts though had no effect on her heated hormones. "T-Taylor!" Calling out but the bathroom door would shut before the words even left her mouth.

The laughter was already dying down, and the group seemed to become bored since the show was over, but out of instincts Riley looked around to see if anyone was watching. The coast seemed clear, and she'd push on the door half expecting it to be locked and ready to coax her little trap from the restroom but it slowly opened. She wouldn't speak as the grungy nature caught her off guard, and somewhat reminded her of an erotic dream she recently had. _No way... I am dreaming..._

Stepping inside, she'd lock the door behind her, while some of the crude writings caught her attention, _The Great Glory Hole, est 1978... really...?_ This was risky but the idea of shoving her cock through the hole had her tip leaking small beads of pre-cum, and she'd approach. Loosening her belt, and drawstring her Tripp pants hit the floor with a small thud. _If he bolts, I can overpower him..._ Giving herself a final pep talk, her boyshorts would lower below her oversize jewels and Riley's tip entered the hole, slowly she'd exhale before shoving herself all the way in showcasing her thick girth, and glistening tip. _Please touch it..._ Her body needed this, in so many ways she had been craving this moment and with a hard beating heart and pulsing cock she had decided to finally put herself in a risque situation and reveal her cock to another person.

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Taylor squeaked as the cock and balls entered through the hole. "What?! I-I-... what?!" He blinked at the invasive rod as it throbbed there; hardly believing his eyes. It looked so familiar. _That's the one from those pictures Riley sent! No mistaking it! So he was out there in the crowd?_ He tried to remember the faces of the boys in the crowd. A few of them were pretty cute... the longer he stared at it, the more he wanted to just give in and touch it. "I'm not a..." He let out a shaky breath. "Did Riley send you in...?" He asked; half expecting a text from her. _If so, I'd better not disappoint this guy or she'll spread pictures._ He thought to himself, rationalizing.

Slowly, he got down on his knees. With his face so close now, his warm breath wrapped around the stranger's throbbing cock. "You're... really big." He said, his voice dipped in lust. He chuckled nervously, allowing a few fingers to gently explore the shaft and then balls in disbelief.

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The question made Riley want to slap herself for not thinking ahead but she had never dared to step into the bathroom in this place and didn't know about the glory hole. This would have been the perfect chance to degrade him a little but her phone was in her pants. She'd start to reach down but it was too far away and there was no way she was going to remove herself from this opportunity. _Damn it!_ thinking that it was better to stay quiet not wanting to risk identity of the cock's owner. Riley merely knocked her knuckles against the wall and made her cock twitch hoping to encourage the other to make a move.

A hand pressed against the wall and the other over his lips, Riley choked back a moan feeling her length caressed. She had never been touched by another person and the feeling was overpowering. Biting down on her lower lip nearly busting it, she'd force her cock to pulse again, harder. Precum starting to drip from the tiny slit, her balls swelling painfully large, it was all she could do not to yell at him to just suck her already. A hand tapped the wall a few times, _Please Taylor, I need this so bad..._ Riley let out a heavy sigh, her fat cock ached, its veins prominent as it wept for more.

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Taylor hesitated to go further, still just feeling it throb beneath his touch. "You're shy, I take it...? Because I'm a boy, maybe?" He drew a heavy breath, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he grasped it firmly and slowly stroked. _I can't believe I'm doing this._ He thought, feeling like a whore. "That's okay, I'm nervous too. I've never done this. You can remain a secret admirer..." Eyeing the 'stranger's' balls now, he bites his lip; no point in holding back at this point. "Y-Your cock is irresistible. I love it..."

With those words he leaned in and softly kissed each of the 'stranger's' testicles before licking his way up the shaft. Once at the tip, he kissed again before retracting. "I can't believe this." He chuckled nervously once more. "I don't even know who you are... but I'm going to---to suck your dick. Guess that makes me a bit of a slut, huh?" He added, almost wishing for belittlement. But this game of guessing was an excitement in of itself. _What am I saying?! Why am I talking so much?_

Wrapping his unsteady hand at the base of the shaft, he kissed the tip again. "Here I go. I-I'm going to make you cum in my mouth... don't tell anyone." Without another word, he brought the 'stranger's' bulbous tip into his mouth before fitting about six inches more then pulling back to the tip where his head would bob back and fourth. His hand started to stroke as well, making sure to gather some saliva so it glided smoothly. As he then also began to stroke his own cock, he couldn't help but letting slip a few girly moans.

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The seemingly nervous yammering, or stalling, drove Riley insane. Having her cock held firmly only to hear Taylor talk on with that slow stroking, she felt as if her body was going to burn up cooking her from the inside out with desire and need. _This is way better than my dream, it's actually happening!_ A series of chills raced throughout her form as Taylor's plump lips tickled her swollen globes with butterfly kisses. Willpower was the only reason she hadn't spoken up, and maybe a bit of worry about his reaction if she was found out.

Each compliment and self-destructive word that came from his lovely lips only caused her cock to pulse harder, and ooze its precious precum. _Yes, you are my little slut, I wish I could just shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up!_ Riley screamed in her own head. Her base gripped, and a soft touch to her tip, _This is killing me...!_ Riley would let out a groan, deeper than any she had ever made as it was fueled by raging lust. Finally, her ears heard him say, I'm going to---to suck your dick, as he touched her base and teased her tip once more with the tender touch. _If he doesn't do something soon I am going to rape him!_ Taylor was tormenting her, his constant touching and talking had her at her wit's end, but finally, he granted her pleasure.

The ecstasy of his warm cavern wrapped around her thick cock, Riley felt his lips were stretched around her hefty girth and she'd let out a deep sigh of pleasure. _Fuck yes..._ Giving into the feeling, Riley had pictured the feeling and even had used some objects to simulate the feeling but nothing felt as good as this. Nothing felt as good as Taylor's mouth and small pink tongue enjoying her birth given appendage. Eyes rolling back a little, Riley braced herself better against the wall as she groaned out deeply, her throbbing cock becoming super sensitive---she wasn't sure how long she'd last with this new sensation.

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Taylor kept a steady pace as he serviced his admirer's cock. Feeling it throb so powerfully with his actions, the thought of some stranger lusting over him this intensely made him feel attractive. He then wondered if other boys thought of his in this light... although he didn't know who it was on the other side of the wall, he had never been so intimate with someone before. The boy hummed out small moans which were muffled by the 'stranger's cock as he stroked his own. _I should just stand up and put my ass against the hole... no, I should just invite him in and let him make me his bitch...!_

At that thought he lost track of his limited sexual stamina and his body quivered in orgasm. As his small amount of cum hit the wall, he groaned deeply and brought his hand up from his own exhausted shaft to the stranger's hefty balls to fondle them. _Cum for me! I want to taste you! Make me a good little slut!_ His awaiting mouth was working overtime, his jaw felt tired, as he sped up his motion a little.

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Taylor would be rewarded a few moments later, the quickening pace helped drive Riley over the edge. She wanted to reach through the wall, grab a handful of hair and hold him down as she came, but instead, Riley's fist hit the wall as she bit down hard on her hand. Muffling her moan her cock pulsed releasing its hot creamy filling. Several thick strands shot out as large amounts of cum covered her little pet. Gruning, Riley cock stood firm as a final surge leaked out leaving her cock slippy and ready to be cleaned.

Regaining herself, her blurred vision recovering and legs seeming to be able to hold her once more, Riley pulled herself from the glory hole. _There is no way he hasn't sucked a cock before, that little slut..._ Turning around in case Taylor tried to peek she'd cover the hole, and pull up her pants, Tucking her junk in, before stepping over to the sink where she'd wash her hands and head out quickly. A small scent of her own musk lingered around her but she'd head off to the vending machine a little way away before sending Taylor a text.

_How did his cock taste, slut?_ Smiling, Riley pocketed her phone and began to purchase a Gatorade for herself and him.

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Taylor gagged and struggled against the flood of seed invading his mouth and throat. So thick and salty; such a strong taste... but he loved it. Through his own actions he had made someone reach an orgasm and cum so, so much. By taking and swallowing this ''stranger's'' seed so willingly, he knew he was branding himself as the cock's bitch. To the boy, so submerged in lust, it was amazing how intense the flow and quantity of this seed was. So much was pouring into his mouth that despite his attempts to down it all, some inevitably tickled down his chin and beyond.

As the 'stranger' finished pumping into Taylor's mouth, the boy pulled away and swallowed some more before gasping for air and breathing heavily. Yet, before the cock could pull away, as to show his persisting lust he quickly leaned back in and kissed it's tip passionately.

He felt teased as the hole was covered but it was understandable. As he heard the ''stranger'' wash and leave, Taylor was busy cleaning his chin and neck with toilet paper. After the door shut, he opened the stall and strolled out to the sink to do the same. Looking in the mirror, he noticed his blush hadn't let up. _What have I done...? I don't need this reputation._ He thought, though he knew he felt otherwise against all logic.

As his phone vibrated he dug it out and looked at Riley's text. With a sigh, he chose to ignore it. Knowing for sure that it was Riley's intent for that to happen was certainly a relief in a way... but now he had to face her. Surely she'd know every detail by now. Finishing up and gaining the courage to head back out into the arcade a few minutes later, he spotted Riley and shuffled over to her. His eyes were fixed on the floor as he did so---any of the boys could be the one. What if everybody knew? This was too embarrassing to be comfortable. "H-Hey... I think I'd like to leave, so..."

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Looking at her unofficial pet, Riley tilted her head to the side hearing his voice and noticing the blush. "Um, okay. But you'll need to replenish those electrolytes." Handing him a bottle of Gatorade, "I wasn't sure which flavor you'd want so I hope that Cool Blue is okay." Stepping up to him, Riley cupped Taylor's cheek in the palm of her hand. "You are so cute when you're blushing," swiftly the gothic girl would lean in and kiss Taylor's soft lips, she could taste herself on him still. "Yeah, let's get out of here, this place is a bit lackluster today," taking him by the hand Riley would see the teddy bear from earlier on the floor. Leading him over, she'd bend down and pick it up, "Here you go, bae."

As they reached the front portion of the arcade, the older man was still behind the counter, Riley would look over at him. "See ya perv," making it appoint to grab Taylor's ass in front of him before she opened the front door with her other hand. "Would you like to go get something to eat? I am starving," as if on cue her stomach would growl. Even though he had no idea, as of yet, that it was her cock he was milking in the stall, Riley couldn't get the feeling out of her head. _I know now why guys are head pushers,_ thinking to herself as she waited on Taylor to speak up.

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"Thanks, I appreciate it." Taylor replied, taking the drink. He looked down at the color of the drink and shook his head. "Blue raspberry, I guess." He said, unsure of whether or not Riley was lying to him. He took a sip anyway, and was surprised to find it quite good.

Taylor nodded, "Alright, thanks." He replied, following her outside. He smiled at the man at the counter, who returned it. "We'll see you next time." He said, and followed Riley. They walked in silence for a minute. "So... what are we getting to eat?" He asked, looking around. "I'm hungry." He admitted, taking a few sips of his drink.


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"But.." Bay's voice was wavering. He was losing his composure. "You are not even gay.." He pointed out. Memories of their last fight surfaced, the last time he ever saw Logan. He was just finishing his last year of high school and his parents had another fight. Bay went to Logan's to just get emotional shelter from the broken home. While Logan was soothing him, Bay accidentally let it slip that he loved Logan. Everything went down the drain after those words left his mouth.

His breathing hitched as his arousal was growing. Bay had closed his eyes, moaning at the friction between them. Bay gripped the man's shoulder as his hips moved against Logan's clothed member. He was slowly becoming unraveled.

"Fuck..." He breathed out. As much as it felt good, Bay needed to stop. He couldn't let himself lose control. If he did, all his hard work would go down the drain. "We can't Logan." He faced flushed with growing pleasure.

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"No Bay, I am, I am gay." He groaned out. He gripped the wall and began to thrust harder against Bay feeling his arousal press against his own. He knew that he was going to cum in his pants if he kept this up. His wolf needed skin against his, warm and soft, he needed Bay. He slowly stopped trying to get a hold of himself. He remembered when Bay came over and confessed his love, it was when his parents were telling him that they knew he was gay. He felt his heart break knowing he was going to be leaving so he just blamed it all on Bay.

Feeling Bay grip his shoulder, he growled against his neck baring his teeth. He smiled and then pulled back and then stopped. "We can't or you don't want to? I think there is a difference." He reached down taking Bay's arousal in his hand and giving the incriminating figure a squeeze. "Tell me why we can't? Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you want to see me leave." He growled pressing his whole body against Bay and looked down at him. "Tell me you haven't missed me as much as I have missed you." He stroked the sides of his face.

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Bay bit his lips; he was unsure what to say. Knowing that Logan was gay and wanted him, he was lost. He knew how he felt, but he wasn't sure if could say it. "I can't" He admitted. He couldn't say those things, not to his childhood friend and his first love. "Just not now, okay?" He begged. He was still at work. Bay reached on the wall to turn off the lights, and turning on the music and dimmed the room with the usual ambiance.

He wasn't sure what he wanted at this point, but he needed to feel Logan. "I have missed you so much Logan." Bay breathed out. He thought he should be honest at least. Yes, honesty was a great place to start. "What do you want from me?" He asked, his lip was close to Logan's ear, gently raked his teeth other the soft lobe,

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Logan smiled. He wrapped his arms around him and nodded. "Alright, when you are ready, know that I am here for you." He whispered and then grinned. He then held him close and swayed to the music and shut his eyes. "I missed you to Bay," He growled to his male and then held him tighter. He began to feel a nagging at the back of his head, he was not sure how much longer he could stay.

"I want you to be happy, I want you to feel everything you should be able to." But when he grazed his teeth along his ear, he gasped rolling his eyes and then gripped him tightly and picked him up and moved back to the couch and sat down and pulled him close and smiled wider. "Give me a lap dance."

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Bay nodded. It was just a lap dance right, nothing could go wrong. Bay straddled the man, while smiling. He let the music guide him on the man. This time, his moved were more sensual, and had more emotion. He rocked his hip against the man, concentrating on his groin area. Bay curved his back, guiding Logan's large hand to rest at the small of his back.

The boy leaned into the man, his lip ghosted against Logan's own. He was teasing him. Bay's lip made his way to the man's jawline, lightly kissing his way down his neck. Bay pulled away, his face was showing enjoyment. His hips rocked into the man, letting Logan know of his own arousal. His mind was screaming at him to just forget work and let Logan ravish him, but he knew better.

"Fuck," one of Bay's hands went to the clothed member and gentle squeezed it to get a feel. Logan was well endowed. Bay placed both his hands on the man's shoulders. He was feeling a bit daring tonight. He moved to music, rocking and circling his hips, his face flushed as he eyes became half lidded. The way he moved and the way his face looked was as if he was riding on the man. Showing Logan a sliver of how he looked if he was ravishing his body.

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Logan smiled and looked at Bay. He felt Bay straddle him and reached out and held him close. He pressed his wide and strong hand against the small of his back. He grinned wider and laughed softly. It had been so long since he was truly happy. His eyes even began to glow in the dimly lit room. Logan continued to hold Bay close loving the way his body danced and writhed against his cock.

He groaned and shut his eyes. He stroked his back and hip and growled deeply for him. He pulled out a bundle of ones and stuffed a few down his pants and then groaned and panted. He watched him blush. He loved the idea of Bay naked and riding up and down on his cock and smiled wider.

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There was a knock on the door, it could have been missed behind the music, but the knocker was persistent. It was Bay's boss. She knew Bay had a costumer in the room, but she was the owner and didn't care. She slowly opened the door and cleared her throat.

"Pardon for my intrusion, but I need to speak to Bay." She smiled sickly sweet in the dimly lit room. Bay looked over his shoulder and blushed deeper. He stood from Logan's lap and went outside into the hall to talk to Linda. Their conversation was quick and short. Bay entered the room again. "I have to go out to the main room, for my dance. Sorry." He explained. "Maybe I will see you after?"

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Logan groaned as he pulled himself from his hard on. He frowned at the woman. Logan did not like the look of the woman. When Bay came back, he finished what was left of his drink and moved over. "I understand, I will be here to pick you up when you get off." He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his lips deeply. Logan moved back and out of the room. He did not relish in the thought of sharing Bay, so he drove to the pack house that they were staying at and took a short nap. Shutting his eyes, he thought of Bay and fell into a deep sleep.

Opening his eyes, his alarm was going off. He pulled on his jacket and shoes and went to wait outside. He turned off some classic rock and rubbed his hands together and waited.

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It wasn't until 4:30 in the morning that Bay exited from the club with a black backpack. He was wearing, jeans and an oversized hoodie that came just above him knees and his converse. Bay had removed his makeup after his shift as usual, revealing a very faint specks of his freckles. Bay wasn't ugly without makeup, he only wore it as a mask for work. Since he did have such a youthful face, he boss had suggested it to give the illusion that he was older. He still have his corset on underneath, he was half hoping to continue their dance.

"Hey," He greeted softly to Logan as he walked up to the man. Bay was a lot shorter than he was in the strip club, with the converse extra inch, he barely reached 5 foot 2. It was still dark outside, the sun was still hiding from this part of the world.. Bay walked up to the man with a smile upon seeing his old friend. He wanted to tell Logan everything, but he didn't want to dig up old nightmares and regrets.

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Logan grinned to him. He was wearing a big thick hunting jacket that was flannel and fluffy on the inside making him look more buffed than he was. He was smoking a cigarette as he was waiting out of his truck. He smelled Bay before he saw him. Putting out his cigarette on the dirt at his feet and crunching it with his toe, he moved forward and enveloped the smaller boy in his arms and growled in pleasure pulling him close.

He smiled kissing the top of his head and resting his cheek on it rubbing his scruffy cheek on it. Slyly rubbing his scent on it putting his scent on the boy. Marking him as his to anyone that would dare fuck with him. Anyone who used his time, did so under his good graces. He smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Hey, I missed you." He growled deep and low into his ear. "How about that breakfast? Where you want to go?" He smiled and turned with him still shielded in his arms he guided him to his truck and opened the passenger side where the heat was running. He opened the door and helped him in. When the door was closed he hustled to his side and got in and shut the door and looked at him looking him up and down for any signs of maluse or abuse. Logan now had more the protective edge thanks to the wolf within him.

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Bay giggled as the man rubbed himself on head's head, it reminded the Alaskan malamute he when he was a child. Every time he came home from school, it would greet Bay rubbing it self on him. It was a shame that such a beautiful creature was given away because all his parents had time for was work and fighting. "I miss you too... Wolf." Bay teased, calling Logan by the alias he gave him earlier. Just when Logan asked him about food, his stomach growled in agreement. "There's a diner called All Night Dinner on 5th that has the best coffee and French toast." He grinned as he got into the truck, it was his favorite place to go to since he moved to the city. It was open 24 hours and all year.

As the drove, Bay had sat with his back against the door to watch Logan as he drove. He still couldn't believe his first love was right in front of him. It has been so long since he saw him and the way the parted was painful. After that night in the treehouse, Bay could face Logan again. He didn't tell Logan that the reason he was in that tree house that night was the fact him and his parents were fighting because they wanted to move from the suburbs in Montana to the San Francisco and Bay didn't want to leave. A week after being rejected and fighting with Logan about the kiss, Bay left quietly. It was inconvenient to leave in the last year of high school, but his father's business was struggling. Once the company was bought, the new owners had relocated his family. Bay found out the hard way that being well off in Montana was not the same being well off if San Francisco.

Because of the change in the finances, Bay couldn't go to college straight away, so he worked in corner store for year. It was when he was working that that he learned that his parents had gotten into a multi vehicle pileup on the Bay Bridge. It was hard the first 3 months after their deaths, he was practically the living dead as the lawyer in charge of the estate was sorting everything out. Although both his parents had life insurance and left everything to Bay, most was taken by taxes and debts.

He sold the nice condo they were living in to get money in his account, and crashed on a friends couches until he could get shit worked out. He responded to an ad in the paper about a job that guaranteed quick cash. No parents and no close friends made him a prime target to not be missed. That "job" has taken him from San Francisco to Arkansas in the back of a semi-truck with other people that wouldn't be missed. In Arkansas, he was taken to Louisiana with a few boys to be sold. It took him nine months and the man that bought it to be caught for embezzlement for Bay to escape his hell. He wanted to be far from his old life, so hitch hiked all the way New York City to be invisible in the crowd of people to not be found in if anyone was trying to seek him out. Obviously, it didn't work as well as he thought. Logan has found him.

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Logan smiled knowing the boy was looking at him. Logan had secrets and ghosts himself. Waking up screaming in the middle of the night. Falling asleep standing up. Scared of what fresh hell waited for you. He bore the scars inside and out. People were animals. He became one so he would never be put in a cage again.

He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the diner and looked at Bay and smiled. Clearing his throat he took the boys hand in his large calloused one and frowned.

"Bay, I have something to tell you before we go any further. I know I was an asshole that night. I am sorry for that. I was scared, and that is still no excuse. But I have a past, I have a job. But believe me when I say, that no matter what you find out, no matter what you hear or what you see." He reached out and touched his face and frowned. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if he was fighting with himself to say something. And like hell he was. How do you tell the only person in your life that you ever loved, the only sunshine in a world of shit that you kill and maim at a snap of fingers. "I would never Ever hurt you." He sighed and reached under his collar and pulled out his dog tags and gave them to him and sighed.

"Bay you were the one i lived for. The only one... to hurt you would be like, tearing my heart from its rib cage and saying it has no purpose." He sighed and looked at him. "You understand?" He blinked at him.

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"I know you would never hurt me." His gray eyes looking straight to Logan. Bay knew the man would never hurt him, because Logan's eyes were gentle every time they looked at him. The smaller male knew when someone was going to hurt him, it was the look they got, one of malice and pleasure. When he received the dog tags, he smiled as a delicate hand went to stroke the scruffy cheek of his love.

"I promise too that I will never hurt you." He sighed in content with a sheepish smile. Bay shifted in the seat closer to Logan, his hand still on the man's cheek. He didn't know why, but he felt so calm in the presence on Logan. His face leaned in and he gave a sweet kiss before drawing away to look at Logan again.

"I have always and will always love you Logan." His face was serious. He could tell Logan had went through a lot in their time apart. Logan bore the same weight on his shoulders as he did. Heavy with demons and secrets. Logan had changed tremendously. He was no longer the perfect and happy boy next door. Logan was a man that had gone through serious Hell. Bay may not know what it was, but he wanted to protect and help his love as best he could. "Why don't we grab some food, hmm?" He jerked his head towards the direction of the diner as he leaned back, dropping his hand from the face.

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"Yes, and maybe then you can finish that dance for me?" Logan winked. "Then maybe I can in turn show you a few tricks I have picked up." He chuckled low in his throat and got out of the truck and went around to the passenger side and opened the door. He smiled and helped him out and pulled him close and walked inside. He looked around seeing it was a sit yourself, type of deal, he moved to a small booth in the back and took off his jacket.

His arms were long and very toned with muscle. Rippling in fact. He hung up his jacket on the hook and the tips of feathers tattoos peaked from the ends of his t-shirt. He sat down and pressed his thigh against Bay as if he didn't want to be separated from him. A part of him wanted to go alpha and demand that the boy stop dancing and quit his job, but Logan didn't want to be overbearing. But the wolf in him that was beta and loyal to his alpha knew that they would and could be packing up any day and moving on. He cracked his menu when the waitress came by and filled their coffees. He looked over the specials and hummed low in his throat trying to reason with the wolf inside but knew that eventually, like everything in his life, time wold run out.


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The staggering Morgana jollied out alongside Lee as she was directed from the bar and onto the street, where the heat and complaint-worthy groups surrounded them on the way to the street-side taxis. With Amber absent and on a mission to find fresh toys, it was a wonder that the three of them weren't already friends. Then again, anything involving her pornstar hero and fun, went hand in hand. Though it was clear she didn't possess the right head-space for decision making, she followed along and did her best to sober up on her own.

As the cab pulled up, and swooned aloud as Lee opened the door for her, did Morgana clamber inside, onto her hands and knees in order to get on the proper side. There wasn't much to the thought as she climbed about, her yoga pants having been thin enough to reveal the material surrounding her perfect glutes and thick thighs perfectly, along with the thong of hers that was hidden until now. She sat down and beckoned for Lee, despite the fact he was already in with her and let her lean against him during the ride.

The tattooed hybrid hummed aloud, and wrapped her arms around Stone's torso as best she could in an appreciative hug, and nuzzled his shoulder a little with a wide smile on her mixed features. "So fun... so fun. Thanks for taking me hoooome..." Morgana spoke, with a chuckling hiccup, already having forgotten she had asked to stay at his hotel, all the while her actual home back in California was a ways off. Soon enough they'd arrive at their destination, with Morgana begging to be carried, for fear of walking and stumbling onto herself in an effort to make it to whatever hotel room he was staying in. The world began spinning, much to her dismay, as she began to speak up in Japanese in order to fight the drunkenness that attacked her.

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"Whatever you say, gorgeous." He responded as she thanked him for taking her home, figuring it wouldn't worth it to remind her they were headed to his hotel suite. And then she started speaking Japanese in the back of the cab and he couldn't help but laugh at how crazy the day had gone.

As the cabbie drove Lee's hand moved down to cup Morgana's plump ass, holding it like he owned it and her by proxy. It truly was the best ass he'd ever held.

Once they arrived back at The Palazzo Lee tipped their cabbie before helping Morgana out and scooping her up into his arms, one hand on her shoulder and the other under her knees as he carried her through the lobby and to the elevators. A few moments later they were up on the 32nd and top floor walking into his suite, complete with lavish furniture, a large balcony and a jacuzzi inside. "Still hanging in there, Morgana?"

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The swimmingly dizzying feel of intoxication was something beyond Morgana's control, though she figured the best way to handle it was to simply flow with it. That is, until water was brought to her attention in order to hydrate herself properly to deal with the effects. She reveled in the floating sensation that came with being picked up, before the ideal environment was thrown into play, where the suite proved to be something out of a stylish movie, rather than a place for someone to actually live in. She'd lazily scan over Lee's room, before nodding softly to his question of hanging on. It wasn't everyday someone became just as easy to help her get drunk, and still provide necessary help to keep her together. "You're sooo strong... d-do I weigh anything?" She'd drunkenly ask, and held onto him as she bounced a little to test her weight against his arms.

As they were given the privacy that the public couldn't offer, Morgana simply held onto Lee for a moment, until she gestured for him to let her down. "Gotta go... gotta goo...!" She'd huff about, her legs unsteady as she searched around for the bathroom, and beelined for it without much of a second thought. Several glasses of wine weren't the ideal drink when it came to the consequence of a full bladder, something the tattooed hybrid had to handle before things got too out of hand. She closed the door behind her, and settled in as best she could before the journey of relieving herself of so much liquid began, leaving Lee to himself for the moment.

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As Morgana rested his strength he laughed lightly, seeing her tits bounce with her body as he held her without any issue. "You're light as a feather to me, Morgana. I could carry you on a marathon." He told her as his cock began to harden from all her bouncing.

When she mentioned that she needed to go he let her carefully out of his arms before ushering her toward the bathroom. It wasn't hard for her to find and he allowed her some privacy once the door was closed. As he waited for her to take care of herself he decided he'd have some fun with her and relieve some of the tenseness in his muscles. He would strip naked before stepping into the jacuzzi by the window, his thick cock just beneath the crest of the water.

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Morgana felt the rush of alcohol set its way through her system as she finished up and left the bathroom after a few minutes of concentrated sobering up, and staggered her way back into the main area of the room. She saw Lee's clothes on the floor, and was sent into a small panic, which caused her to scan around the suite with worried eyes, just before catching sight of him in the jacuzzi several feet away. An expression of relief washed over the short woman's features as she walked over, or at least tried her best to walk in a straight line as she approached the edge of the tub, and waved at Lee. It was far too late to do that, but she wasn't necessarily the best judge of character at the moment.

"Getting all steamy and warm, huh? I dig it... s-stay there, hold on." She'd say, and back up away from the jacuzzi, and proceeded to kick off her sneakers. She eventually got down to her bare skin, and chuckled to herself as she slumped over to the stairs leading into the small pool of hot water, and revealed to Lee, the tatted up curves and perfectly natural body of hers just before dipping into a seated position beside him. The jets made it feel way more wonderful than what they usually provided, but Morgana was just sure it was the wine. She hummed aloud and tilted her head back, as she soaked in the high-temperature degrees with ease.

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Lee was pleased to see Morgana reappear after a few minutes, a look of nervousness changing to delight when she saw him in the jacuzzi. "Steamy, warm, and oh so perfect." He told her as she started to strip down, working her clothes off slowly in her inebriated state.

A few moments later he helped her step in, taking her hand as she sat down beside him in her birthday suit. "Mmm, I've seen you naked before, but in person? Mmm, so much better." He said as he wrapped arm around her, his hand directly on her breast as he turned to her and planted a soft peck on her plump lips.

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Morgana felt the pang of heated desire from the sudden hand-grab to her breast, and kiss on the mouth. Though it was out of nowhere, her drunken self simply reveled in the moment, a savoring second of time as she leaned away afterwards. A smile rolled across her mouth, as she let out a sputtering giggle. "Hmm... y-your lucky... if that was my first kiss I'd have been all whaaaaat? and get all mad." She'd say with a chuckling sticking-out-of-the-tongue. However, she leaned back in after a moment, and bit her lip in sensuality that overpowered her better judgement, and went in for another. Soon enough it would escalate into more than just smooching and pecking, as Morgan's tongue lazily found his mouth, and searched for his own in an attempt to french kiss. It was only after a minute or so did she break away suddenly, and clear her throat with a moment of sobriety rushing through her mind.

"W-wait... uhm, is this, right...? Like, are we supposed to be doing this... or is this, illegal or something, b-because we're not on set..." She'd ask through the inebriation, an eye closed as she tried to focus on Lee without looking too out of it. A genuinely rookie question to some, but she wasn't sure how the man himself would feel about her potentially ruining the vibe.

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As Morgana eased into a passionate kiss Lee's hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple before going down to grip her ass. His tongue lashed passionately against her own before she seemed to have a sobering moment.

He nearly burst into a fit of laughter as she asked if what they were doing was legal. "Oh Morgana, it's perfectly fine. You can do whatever you like as long as we still film later on." He told her before giving her a softer kiss. "And we don't have to go all the way right now. I'm just kissing you because I want to kiss you. Of course I wouldn't complain if your hand happened to slide underwater and find a nice meaty surprise."

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Morgana judged the situation possibly too harshly, as Lee laughed off her question and answered it just as quickly. She sat there, feeling his hands where they were due to the sensitivity increase of the hot water. She started to blush a bit from the realization of it all, and started to shake her head from the idea that had crawled into her head many times before. That was, until the flash of sober Morgana shown through once more, despite the attraction she felt for Lee. In all honesty, she was glad that the man would take up the mantle of being her first, though wasn't exactly too confident in still having it taken. Sure, she wasn't by any means an inexperienced individual when it came to vaginal penetration via toys, but the anal aspect of her potential shoot was still considered taboo to the young starlet.

"Hmm... now, you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of a drunken woman, n-now... would you, Mr. Stone...?" She'd ask teasingly, while her hand softly glided across those manly abs of his, and searched for the surprise he spoke up. Even with the manner of drunkenness, his whole ten-incher was still a thing to behold, considering most of it had been in more women than she could count.

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Lee went along with her joke, smiling as her hand disappeared underwater to try to find his thick cock. "Who me? If anyone's being drunkenly taken advantage it's me, I am a legend after all." He told her playfully before grabbing her wrist and guiding her hand to his shaft.

"Just enjoy the moment, Morgana. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." He told her before pressing another passionate kiss to her lips as his hand grabbed at her ass, curling around as his fingers grew ever closer to her virgin sex. Soon enough Amber should be joining them with a fresh collection of all sorts of toys.


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Class was close to ending, and at this point in the day Martin was already starting to hand back the previous days writing assignments. The English teacher had just gone through a rather nasty, and lengthy divorce, and it had shown on his body. He had lost weight from not sleeping well, his blue button up shirt, was untucked and had a few stains, and his watch was set an hour early so that he could actually gather up the motivation to get moving before the end of the day. It seemed like the only thing he had been doing to keep up his appearance was stepping into the shower each morning, his short blond hair was growing long, and frayed in places, and he hadn't shaved in a day or two so he was starting to get a darker shadow around his face.

As he walked through the class Martin was busy handing back assignments. He had asked the class to hand him in some short stories, and they had ranged in quality from the fantastic to complete garbage, but there had been one that had caused him to pause. When he got to Jessica's desk he handed it back along with a note to meet him after class was out. Her story had been harshly erotic, even for an 18 year old's point of view, and as a teacher he had to at least act concerned when he got this kind of thing. they were partly red flags, especially when they involved torture and that kind of thing. He glanced over her for a moment trying to see if he could see any signs of abuse on her body, bruising in obvious spots scars near her wrists when she took back the paper, anything that would tip him off that he would have to actually do his job and report the girl's family.

If not than he had a few other things he could say about it, as it had easily been the best in the class, and well worth the A he had put on the paper. Walking to his desk he dismissed the class. "Tomorrow we will be looking into starting our first term book study, on the table you will find Marry Shelley's Frankenstein, and no watching the old movies do not count as reading the book we will be focusing more on the letters and format contained within the novel, as with most of your reading list this year we are taking a look at illusion, and framing devices."

He sighed as the bell rang and students started to groan and mutter as they left the room, he on the other hand sat at his desk waiting for them all to filter out, and be gone for the day.

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The entire day had been an absolute ball of stressful emotions, leading up to the final class: Contemporary American Literature. A couple weeks ago, her professor had assigned them a fairly common assignment. He was looking for a 1000 word short story, involving some of the literary devices they'd been learning about the prior few weeks. Jessica had always loved writing. She'd become fairly well known in several communities online, for both her fanfic and original stories. They... weren't exactly the type of stories you'd necessarily hang up on the fridge though, or send off as part of a resume.

Jessica had shown up to school dressed similarly to how she usually did. She wore her University T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some converse sneakers. She wasn't one to go out of her way to dress particularly memorably, happy to simply blend into the crowd. She wasn't looking for a relationship anymore anyway. They were always boring gentlemen anyway, so what was the point? As the day dragged on though, she was getting more and more stressed out. Her black hair became more disheveled as the stress started getting to her. Jessica had taken a risk for her assignment. Instead of writing some watered down trash like she normally would for school, she went to her roots. It was important for her to get excellent grades, and she knew the only way she was going to get an A was to write her kind of short story. She just hoped it wouldn't get her kicked out of the class---or worse.

When she finally got her paper back and saw the grade on the paper, she let out a long sigh of relief. It wasn't just the fact that she earned the A... it was the fact that he didn't seem to be judging her for it. No 'we need to have a discussion with your parents' or 'Meeting with Principal Taylor at 4:00'. Just a simple, beautiful A. The bell for the class eventually rang, and she proudly put her paper back into her bag. Today had became a good day, and she was looking forward to enjoying the rest of it at home.

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As the bell rang, Martin got up from his chair and walked towards Jessica, stopping her from leaving immediately, but also trying to be discreet. He didn't want to call her out in front of the entire class if he was trying to confront her about something so potentially devastating as sexual abuse in her family. Still he did need to talk to her. So as the rest of the class went out, he came up to her desk and waited for them to leave.

"Jessica do you have a moment? I just wanted to go over something, don't worry you aren't in trouble." He waved off a few other classmates who seemed curious but managed to keep the girl he wanted in after class was out and people started to leave the building. He was never sure how to broach this subject, he had done this a few times, and he like all teachers had received the usual amount of training associated with it, but he was never sure how to actually break the topic. He decided he would be more candid about this.

"You're not in trouble, but I wanted to talk to you about your story. It was very explicit. When a student hands me something like this it does raise a few red flags. So I do have to ask, is there anything you want to talk about with me?" He again tried to look her over for any real signs of abuse, but wasn't coming up with anything. The class had filtered out, and only he and Jessica were left in the room, he stood a head and a half taller than her, and had to look down at the smaller student, he also had much more broad shoulders, even if he did have a bit of a gut it was clear that at one point he did have a very well maintained and fit figure.

[Assistant]
She let out a long sigh as she noticed the teacher getting up and approaching her. So much for things being just normal. No, it seemed like her worries were definitely for good reason. She slumped her shoulders, nodding her head as he told her that she wasn't in trouble. "Uh huh... okay I guess," she mumbled, as if she really had a choice. She could tell this conversation was going to be awkward as hell.

After everyone had left, he finally broke the question. Jessica shrugged her shoulders, trying to blow off his query. "It's nothing... it's just a story, and you shouldn't be alarmed or anything, okay? I just wanted to write that genre because I thought I'd do well with it. It's not like a cry for help or anything like that... sheesh... next time I'll just write some silly adventure story with mountains of violence and gore like most of my other classmates. Sorry..." Jessica retorted defensively, trying to escape the classroom as fast as she could. "If I'd known it was going to be a problem, I'd have wrote about something else."

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Martin stepped in front of her as she denied anything being wrong, which as he looked her over, he could actually agree with he could see no signs of physical abuse, and really got no impression other than the fact that she may have found this confrontation embarrassing. However if that was the case than he really didn't want her to leave just yet, especially with the impression that he was only trying to ask her if it was a cry to help, and the insinuation that she wouldn't write anything else like it. "It's not just that, and like I said you aren't in trouble for it, actually like your grade suggests your writing is actually very evocative, creative and well composed, but it's also kind of weak in the sensual sense of things, as well as not being entirely anatomically correct. If I had to guess you probably have never seen anything in person before."

He ignored the fact that his last insinuation was probably more than a teacher should be saying about a student, in fact this entire conversation was probably a tad on the subversive side of things. He moved so that he didn't block his student, such a thing was dangerous after all, and he didn't have any intention of stopping her if she so desired to leave, but at the same time he had another idea. "I actually want to ask if you wouldn't mind submitting it for publishing."

He moved to his desk and pulled out a magazine full of youth submitted stories. "It's a small magazine, but I have friends who do the publishing. You can use your name, or a fake name, but they would pay you for stuff like this, It's a good opportunity and would open a few more doors for you. Usually it's around 500$ or so, but honestly you could probably stand to polish up a bit of it first."

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Jessica's face flushed bright red as she was called out for one of her greatest weaknesses. Sure, it was rarely called out online. It seemed a great deal of her audience was just as unaware of anatomy as she seemed to be. Still, she was aware that her writing could be improved in this area, and was really sensitive about it. "Wh... that's ridiculous. It's just fine. Maybe you just misread it..." she stuttered defensively, gathering her things with determination to get out of the classroom. Before she could do so, the teacher mentioned something that caught her attention.

She whirled around, her pale blue eyes sharply glaring at him. "Publishing?" She watched as he went over, pulling out a magazine. She slowly followed him over, looking at it curiously. Judging by the title alone of one of the stories on the front page, it was one that would welcome her unique... style.

"It's paid? Really... it's also a good opportunity... that's better than most of the opportunities out there 'for exposure'," she admitted. He once again mentioned that it could probably have some reworking done, and her shoulders slumped a bit. "That's... kind of the problem. I actually really tried on that one. You wouldn't believe how much time I spent looking up stuff online, trying to figure out all of the angles and sensations and everything. Honestly, I thought I nailed it... maybe... I guess if you wouldn't mind highlighting the problem areas, I could go rework those?"

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Martin held out his hand gesturing for her to hand the paperwork back over to him. He went through it, and sighed. He wasn't trying to blackmail her here, he wasn't even sure he should even be having this conversation, on the one hand a student had an opportunity and a skill, but was a skill in writing erotica something a teacher should promote. He had no idea, and he was pretty sure the legal answer would be gods no, he shouldn't talk about this with a student.

"A lot of it has the same mistakes a certain book made, it's only scraping the surface of what actually goes into that. Basically it reads like a stereotypical porno." He shrugged. "It's still good, but... well it wouldn't hurt you to go out and get a few experiences if you are actually going to pursue writing this type of thing for a living."

"Truth is you should probably find someone to experiment with." He was encouraging a student to go find someone to fuck, and abuse. He was pretty sure that this was the kind of life advice a teacher wasn't supposed to give out, but at the same time, he didn't care. His marriage in shambles, so what if he lost his job, at this point he didn't have much else to work with.

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Jessica watched him closely as he went through her literature, watching the reactions on his face as he reread parts of it. She didn't know how she felt about him comparing to previous pieces of literature; not knowing how good that certain book was. She was kind of annoyed that he thought it read like a stereotypical porno---or a porno at all. It was more than that to her. It was something special. One thing he was probably right about was going out and getting new experiences... but that was the hardest part for her.

"Someone to experience those kinds of things with? I mean... where would I even find someone like that? The closest BDSM club is forever away, and it didn't even have good reviews. I looked already," she retorted, revealing she'd already put some thought into trying all of this in reality.

"Besides, this kind of thing requires a ton of trust. I mean... this kind of thing can go bad quickly, right? But... it's not something most people are into. So I'm pretty much forced to get to know people, and then after a couple months find out that they're as vanilla as hell," she knew she was saying too much, but her frustration was boiling to the surface. "I mean... yeah, I get it; but how? It's a lot easier said than done, you know?"

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"Don't I know it." Martin scoffed, as he shook his head at the comment about the club, it had been a rather pathetic place when he had went to check it out, giving him very little in terms of what he had wanted, and he had been unable to find a willing partner there. He looked around the classroom for a moment, a slight thought coming to his mind as he looked at Jessica. He could tell that she was probably just as frustrated as he was with the current selection of partners. People her age rarely focused on BDSM as intently as she was.

He could see that she was frustrated, and hell if he didn't agree with her, but at the same time talking about sex with a student wasn't just a bad thing to do, it was a highly illegal thing to do. Just suggesting an action would cost him his job, and yet he bit his lower lip for a moment thinking about how he wanted to pitch that idea. Still just talking about experience wasn't really a bad thing and the two were past the point where he felt like he would get reported. "You can spend your entire life with someone and then find out that they aren't exactly compatible, my advice would be to find someone older, who knows what they want, because otherwise you just end up in a lengthy divorce with a bitch."

"As for who to trust, the only thing I can suggest is that when you figure that part out you have to make the first move. Most older men look at someone as young as you, and they would probably be a little intimidated by the gap. Find a way to make a man more comfortable, or just do something stupid to dive into it." He put his hand to his face what the hell was he even saying. He was so gonna get fired.

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What he said made a lot of sense to her, nothing seeming overly alarming at first. Of course it'd be hard doing it the way that she'd been doing it. His thoughts about dating older men seemed different, for sure; but she was open enough to quickly see the value in it. It wouldn't just be a matter of them not changing as much sexually over time, but a very very strong sense of stability. Everyone in her life seemed to be moving a hundred miles an hour, but someone a bit older would have things more figured out. She'd be able to lean on him a little bit more, when needed; and that was really attractive.

He started going into specifics a little bit, about how to handle starting a relationship with someone who was older. While it made a lot of sense, it did start her wondering if what he was saying was a bit more personal than he was letting in. She raised an eyebrow as she listened, reasoning it over in her mind.

"Huh... I mean... that does make a lot of sense. You definitely have a really good point about older men being more stable, and knowing exactly what they're looking for. On that second part... the making the first move thing? I mean, I know it's 2018 and all, so it really shouldn't be an issue; but aren't guys usually supposed to be the ones to make the first move? Especially someone more... that way? Into that kind of thing? It just seems like it could be taken as kind of emasculating for a younger, submissive girl to be the one to... like... kick things off? Or do you think that wouldn't even be an issue for someone like that?"

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"You're 18, if you're going after men my age you need to show that you are up to take a risk or something. Dominants need to see you can take direction, but also take risks." Martin was at the point of 'oh fuck it either this was going to happen or he was gonna loose his job' either way he was going to have some fun about it. "It's not emasculating, it's showing that you can actually keep up with an older mans desires."

"You've read books right? It's not just about the dominant taking command over the situation it's about the sub showing willingness, no one is going to touch a young woman who doesn't know what they are getting into. Asking a sub to take the first move is as simple as removing your clothing or taking some other risk to show how willing you are, at that point any good dominant will step in and take control."

Looking over his wording he had just asked one of his students to take off their clothing in front of a stranger, or someone they could trust. Heck he was pretty sure he was using himself more as an example, this was probably something that was gonna get him to loose his job, but instead he just folded his arms and waited to see what his students reaction would be.

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It was fairly subtle, but Jessica was quickly catching on to the fact that he wasn't just talking about anyone. He kept referring to people like him, but it was getting increasingly more obvious to her. He was hitting on her. While it was relatively deniable if she tried to accuse him of something, it definitely wouldn't go over well for him. Especially with the paper trail of her paper getting such high marks.

"The first move, huh? To make sure that she's really into that kind of thing. That makes sense..." she said, her mind racing. The way he was talking was getting her really turned on. "I mean... are you talking about like... stripping naked? Or would a simple flash be enough to send the message?" Jessica wasn't just listening, she was clearly thinking through things and asking questions. "For example... if I flashed... someone like you my breasts, would that get their attention? Or would they want my pussy instead? Or would I strip entirely naked in front of them, just like that?"

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Martin walked behind his desk, if only to better hide the fact that he was starting to sport an erection from the way the two were talking. The way she was starting to pry into it, and catch on he knew the girl was smart, and in fact that was one of the reasons he liked her as much as he did. At her question he pretended to mull it over. "In an S&M relationship, you are really only supposed to wear clothing that your Master has approved of, and in fact being naked should be the more comfortable natural state."

"If you were to go into training you would need to get comfortable stripping to the nude in pretty much any location, so I'd say for people in that sort of life style, to show that your willing going the extra mile of taking off everything for that person is probably the best thing that you could do. Just a flash is rather teasing after all, most men want to see everything that they are getting into." He gave a shrug. "When trying to go for a man who has things to loose, it's best to go big or go home."

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His viewpoint made sense. He, or any man in his position, wouldn't be willing to risk everything for a piece of ass; especially if that piece of ass wasn't a sure thing. A quick flash wasn't going nearly far enough for a risk like that. Jessica checked over her shoulder, wondering what the chances were of someone walking in and seeing.

"That makes sense..." she said, biting her lip. Go big or go home. She couldn't help but think that was at least partially meant for her as well. She was getting more and more turned on. Her teacher knew his stuff, and he was clearly interested. What would it hurt to try it? If she passed on this opportunity, when if ever would the next one come?

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her top; before pulling it up and over her head. She refused to make eye contact with him or say a word; then unclasping her bra and dropping it down to the floor. With her small breasts on full display, she then grabbed her panties and bottoms alike; pulling them both off in one swift motion. It was intensely humiliating as she raised her eyes from the floor, looking back at him. "So... something like that, teacher?"

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Martin watched with fascination as his student seemed to mull it over, this was either the point in which he lost his job, or something grand started. When she started to remove her clothing he released a sigh and relaxed visibly for a moment. He moved forward, placing a gentle hand to her chin, lifting her face, and taking her lips, his other hand exploring the smooth skin of her back rolling down her soft body. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, he grabbed a handful of her soft ass claiming it as his own. "Exactly like that."

When the kiss broke his hand moved from her chin to the top of her head, pushing her down gently. "A student shouldn't look their teacher in the eyes." Using their roles in life as their new roles in sex, was rather amusing. Putting her on her knees as he guided. He then pulled his own pants and boxers down, letting his hard cock slap her face as he held her with a hand.

"From this point forward, there will be some rules that you will have to follow, that we can go over but the first one is that your lips are for sucking my cock not for talking. You speak only when I tell you too, and you suck my cock whenever I gesture you to do so."

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Jessica was rather surprised to find herself being guided down to her knees, her face going even more bright red. For some reason she'd assumed that stripping naked would be as embarrassing and extreme as it was going to get; but she was totally wrong. When she felt the thick, heavy cock spring out and smack her across the cheek; her eyes bulged. This was seriously happening!

She listened to him as he laid out a quick set of ground rules, nodding her head to show that she understood. Her lower lip was trapped between her teeth as she chewed nervously, everything seeming to move so fast. It was a struggle to keep her eyes on the floor, not looking up to see what he was doing. Still, if she was going to show she could control herself; now was the time to do so.