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

    don’t you just stop asking questions and suspend your disbelief?” He blinked and leaned towards me, gently placing his hand on top of mine on the bar. I felt a powerful jolt of warmth and electricity pass through my arm, filling my whole body and sending tingles up and down my back. I still didn’t understand but in that moment, that sensation, I knew deep down that, whoever this guy was, I had loved him. I felt suddenly claustrophobic. I had to get some space; some perspective, if only for a minute, so I said I had to go to the men’s room. I just hoped he wouldn’t get the wrong idea and follow me! Fortunately, he didn’t. Instead, raising his beer in gesture, he just said, “I’m not going anywhere.” In the men’s room, I frantically washed my hands of the sweat pouring from them and I splashed cold water on my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, saying out loud, “Who the hell is this guy? And how in blazes does he know about Deryk; I’ve never told anyone?” There was a sound behind me as one of the toilet cubicle doors opened and two camp young guys came out together, smirking and giggling. They both caught my reflection in the mirror and one of them said, “Maybe it’s about time you did then, darling!” And they both disappeared back out to the bar, holding hands and giggling. When I got back to the bar, there was no sign of him. I stood there lost for a moment, my hand on my forehead, looking at the stools where we had been sitting; where I had been sitting. I glanced ...
    around the bar, which was now getting busier. The two camp young things in the men’s room were at one of the tables, looking at me, still giggling at one another. The nice barman called across to me, “You alright there, mate?” Taking a deep breath, I said, “What happened to the guy I was talking to just now? Did he leave?” “What guy?” the barman replied. “The guy that came and sat next to me,” I continued, “Look, there’s his drink!” True enough, there was a nearly finished bottle of Tuborg Lager on the bar close to my Smirnoff Ice, also nearly all gone. “I don’t remember any guy, sorry,” the barman apologised, and then, biting his lip and frowning, he said “And anyway, you bought the drinks. You sure you’re OK? Do you want me to call someone for you?” I remember briefly thinking that the barman was being particularly nice and caring, under the circumstances, but I wasn’t really best placed to appreciate his consideration. I just gathered myself, took a deep breath, made my excuses and left. It had all been a bit like a scene from that old 1960’s Bette Davis film “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte”. Had I been hallucinating? Was I going mad? Or was someone playing tricks on me, trying to make me think I was? Little did I know, later that night, I would find out! It was nearly midnight by the time I got off the train and was in my car on the way home. The winter night was cold but dry and there was a clear star-filled sky, promising a frost by dawn. My route from the railway station ...
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