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Sitting on my bed, with my laptop in my lap. My dick in hand; deflating quickly, covered in my own cum. I think it even shot some in my eye. My balls hurt, I came so hard I thought I had a seizure. I came while staring at a guy. A guy in a porno who was pounding the ass out of a pretty, smaller guy, while the smaller guy was deep inside a redheaded girl. Did I just call a guy pretty? What the fuck?

After I settled on my bed to watch a movie, to try to make myself tired, I watched two movies and was still buzzing wide-awake. I thought I would try jerking off; as I can usually fall asleep right after, considering I haven't touched myself in months, I hoped it would work. Yes, I knew that a few months without release for a healthy, strong guy in his early thirties was ridiculous. But I haven't been in the mood, it wasn’t satisfying.

I haven’t had sex in a few years now, neither Tess nor I ever initiated it. I didn’t fucking know what kind of STI that dickhead Paul could have, and I do have a smidge of standards. I was an idiot! I wouldn't leave my wife for cheating, but drawing a line at having sex with her… I'm a mess. Anyways, as I was saying… I pulled up a well known porn website and started browsing, skipping videos quickly as they weren't doing it for me. Too loud, too theatrical, too much bad acting. Too much boob, not enough boob… I didn't even know what I liked anymore.

I settled on a threesome, two guys and one redhaired girl. She was pretty, with a nice handful of boobs. Taking my cock out; I slathered it in lube that I had in my nightstand drawer, and I started stroking myself slowly until I got hard. On the screen, the two guys walked in on her playing with herself on the bed. A big, tall muscular guy walked over to the side of the bed, leaned over and started to kiss the girl, pawing at her tits, and pinching her nipples. Her moaning started off slow and sensual, while she was still playing with her clit.

The second guy that walked into the room, he was much smaller and leaner. He walked to the foot of the bed and started crawling right in between Red's legs. He bent down and started eating the girl out. But as he bent down, with his ass up in the air, I looked as my cock jerked and my breath hitched. Weird... I took my eyes away from his hole, and focused on the bigger guy, who was tongue fucking Red’s mouth. She reached and took the big guy’s dick in her hand and started stroking him.

I heard a moan from the smaller guy and looked over. Then I saw why he was moaning. While still licking her pussy, he had his hand between his legs, reaching to his ass and moving two fingers in and out of his hole. I sped my stroking up and started feeling the familiar build up and tightening in my balls. Shit… I... um… I must have left it too long, between now and the last time I came. I had been staring at the smaller guy, fingering himself, opening and stretching his ass with what was now three fingers, hypnotized that I almost forgot Red and the big guy were even there.

When the bigger guy rounded the bed, climbed up on his knees behind the smaller guy and instructed him to scoot up to start fucking Red, slowly. He obeyed him and did exactly that. I tried to look at her pussy but I couldn’t stop my eyes flicking over to the big guy, lubing his fingers and his long cock. Maybe they would take turns fucking her. Nope!!!

He pushed two, large fingers right up the smaller guy's ass, a sound escaped my mouth, something between a squeal and a grunt. Breathing faster now, my hand flying up and down my now rock-hard dick. I felt like I was so close already. The big guy pushed the smaller guy between his shoulder blades, and the smaller guy leaned forward catching Red's lips with his, in a messy sloppy kiss. The big guy took his lubed fingers out of the smaller guy's hole, scooted forward, lined himself up and in one sharp thrust, buried himself balls-deep in the smaller guy's pretty asshole. Pretty asshole?! What's wrong with me?

Starting to move, thrusting his hips so hard, all I could hear echoing in my room from the speakers was the sound of his hips slapping into the smaller guys round, smooth cheeks. The moans got louder and louder and here I was… staring right at the smaller guy's stretched ass, admiring him, taking it like a champ.

My balls tightened, there was a buzzing in my ears, the smaller guy stopped moving inside Red's cunt and he started bucking. He came with a shout, filling her up with his cum. And I blew… And I mean I blew so hard I thought my heart stopped for three beats. My cum went everywhere, on my laptop, my hand, my stomach, even my eye. What. The. Actual. Fuck?! Excuse the fuck out of me, but I just came to two guys fucking and it was one of the best jerk sessions I’ve ever had. I might just put it down to the fact, I have been almost celibate for a few years.

I fell asleep in my own mess because if I had tried to get up, I might have lost my balance, hit my head on the corner of the night stand, and died. I am pretty sure my legs weren't working anyways. I would have to analyze this some other day, when my dick gives back all the blood it took from my brain.

CHAPTER 7

SAM

Iarrived at Baka's house a little before 4pm, straight from work. The trip was short enough, about an hour on the bus. I was surprised to see it hadn’t rained in Lantry, thank God, my new light, purple tennis shoes were safe. I was not really dressed for rain. I rushed out of the bakery, putting on clothes I brought into work with me, so I could change before I left. Black ripped jeans, my new purple shoes, and an oversized purple sweater that slid off my shoulder a little bit. It was cute, but I did try to shrink it because I shouldn't show too much skin.

I was not very feminine with the way I dress, but I did love a pop of color sometimes and I would loved to wear crop-tops but that would never happen, Kyle would think I was wearing it to garner attention. I also loved wearing black combat boots, with jeans and my black, leather jacket with studs and my favorite oversized sweaters. So I dressed however my mood strikes that day, within reason.

I was walking down the main street to my Baka's house, just taking in the scenery around me. Lantry was a cozy, tiny town in Oklahoma. The main street was packed with locally owned shops, a florist, a small grocery store, a drug store, a restaurant/caffe called ‘Snack & Brew’. Where I always got my favorite chamomile-mint tea from, and it's right across from my Baka’s house. All of the shops were on the ground floor, facing the street and some people owning the shops lived on the second floor, while others rent the apartments out. I love it here. We lived here together from when I was born, till I was about five years old, and then after we moved out I continued visiting Baka every weekend with my parents and later on my own, when I was grown enough to ride the bus to her. I still considered it my home.

I knocked on Baka's door to announce myself and walked in. She was sitting in her arm chair to the left from the entrance. It was an open concept on the ground floor, so to my right there was a dining table and further in was a small kitchen. Straight through there was a hall with a small bathroom to the left and a door to the stair leading to the second floor. At the end of the hallway was a large bedroom where Baka slept.

Upstairs, there was another similar layout only instead of one large bedroom there were two smaller ones right beside each other. One of them was my childhood bedroom and the other my parents' room.

Baka looked away from the TV that was way too loud and shouted, “Hellow my grandson," with a very strong Serbian accent adding W at the end of hello.

“Zdravo Bako. Jel si zaboravila Srpski?" Hi Granny. Did you forget Serbian? I said chuckling, warmth and love pouring through me because I missed her so fucking much.

She made a serious face, concentrating hard on her next words, “No! I vill never forget. I need to practice. My poker friends say all the time ‘Say that again Mila. I don't understand Mila’ SO PRACTISE! Only English now!” rolling her hard R's and saying V, where there should be W, animatedly waving her hands to emphasize how serious this was.

“Ok Bako, we will speak English only,” I walked over to her, gave her a massive long hug and kissed her on the forehead. She grabbed my face in both of her warm hands, and looked into my eyes.

“My beautiful grandson, you look skinny. I vill cook!” She exclaimed, but her eyes were searching mine. I felt like she could see right through me. I saw that she was looking for answers to why I wasn’t visiting so often, and why I had lost weight. I would never tell her, I would never worry her. So I smiled and gave her another smooch, choking back tears I didn't want her to see and got up and said, “I need to maintain my figure Bako, how else will I become a famous movie star or a model?” I made a show for her, gesturing with my arms to my body and posing. She grunted and frowned.

“I vill cook now,” She gets up, needing to use her… walker??

“That's new? Since when do you need a walker? Did something happen? Why didn't you tell me when I called?” I almost reprimanded her, because I was worried.

“Stop it Sam, I am not a child and I am fine. I get vinded vhen I valk.” She tells me grumbling, while walking very slowly, across the room to the small kitchen. “I vill make dinner. You sit! You look tired. Get out of my vay!”

I knew she wouldn't let me cook instead. She shooed me swatting me with the dish towel. Like her son... my dad... the ‘stubborn mule' wouldn’t admit she was unwell. But with Baka, I knew better than to argue. I obeyed her and sat at the dining table, watching her cook. Like we have done since I was a little kid. It was how I developed a love for cooking and baking. Food was a big deal for us.

“How is vork? Do you teach them to make burek?” she asked me, while washing her hands, and tying her ancient, overused apron with a fruit pattern around her waist. I laughed at her because she thought Serbian food was superior. She thought everyone needs to try it and learn how to cook it because by her logic, if it's not Serbian food, then it's not healthy.

“I have made it for everyone in the bakery once, they loved it. I even offered to show them how it was made and share your recipe with them. But they said why try to learn, when it's so hard to make, when I can just make it for them whenever they ask for it” I answered, feeling lighter already, the constant tension and anxiety releasing from my body.

We settled into our routine of easy conversation, and I watched her fry some homemade, breaded chicken cutlets and mash potatoes, while I also helped with making a salad with tomatoes, cucumber and grated feta on top. We sat down at the dining table and enjoyed the food in comfortable silence. I hadn't eaten this much and this well since the last time I was here.