1. Deryk: Be Careful What You Wish For......


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Extreme, Gay, Incest, Monster, Oral Sex, Rape, Violence, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    about. However, I still missed not having Deryk around and I always wished that I had had a real younger brother. But then they do say, “Be careful what you wish for….” The Present In the heart of London’s Soho, there is a particular gay bar I often walk past. From the street, you can see the guys sitting at the tables, some quietly on their own, some in heated, happy chatter with friends, and I always imagined it to be a great place for people-watching, as well as for “making new friends”. Up to now, of course, I had no reason to go inside, as I was perfectly happy in my relationship. Or so I thought. More recently, however, in the spring my 12-year relationship had come to an end and I was alone again. It was now winter and having more-or-less got over the trauma of being dumped 8 months earlier, I was today feeling in a good mood and I was passing that same bar. It was early evening but already it was dark and from the street I could see that it wasn’t very busy. Most people hadn’t finished work yet and there were just a handful of guys in there, most of them sitting alone. The softly lit interior looked friendly and inviting. So I went in. Not having the confidence to join any of the solitary guys at their tables, I took a stool towards one end of the bar. The barman was rather nice. He was very young but had a round, friendly face; he had a shock of dark blond hair and pale blue eyes, which smiled at me from behind the bar as he came over and said, “What can I get you?” ...
    I smiled back and thought, “Well, you for a start!” He was tall and slim and he wore a crisp white pilot shirt with short sleeves that showed-off his well-developed biceps. His skin was soft, slightly tanned, and I figured that, being blond, he probably also used the tanning beds at the gym. Either that or he had just come back from holiday in Mykonos! He also wore tight black trousers but because he also wore a small waiter’s apron, I was deprived of the view of his package. I thought for a moment and then spotted some Smirnoff Ice on the bottom shelf of the glass-fronted fridge behind the bar, so I said I’d have one of those. My tactical suggestion proved successful, as he had to turn around and bend over to get one. I watched as he bent over and his black trousers stretched across his gorgeous, round backside. In the spot-lighting above the bar, I could see the tantalizing outline of his briefs through his trousers and my stomach did a little somersault. The moment seemed to freeze in time, as I traced my fingers along the line of his underwear; over his cheeks, around his buttocks and into the dark cleft of his…… “There you are!” he said, “Do you want a glass?” Shaken from my reverie, I declined and I was just about to pay him when I was conscious of the presence of a figure wearing dark blue jeans and a black leather jacket taking the stool to my left beside me. “Hello,” the figure said, chirpily. “Mind if I join you?” Well, you don’t say no, do you! So I replied, “Be my ...