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Do you know any resorts that allow day time fucking by the pool (and not just cruising zones) in Palm Springs and Fire Island?

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That'll be lovely. I think my point was the skill you demonstrate. Your story is complete, stands on its own. I mention that because so many authors seem to favor the cliff hanger and then leave for a year. 🙂 The authors I tend to admire make each episode complete on it's own; a story that can live without the other parts; and still be a satisfying read. I definitely appreciate your skill at storytelling. Thank you for that. The rest of the weekend. Indeed you left plenty of opportunity with what happens after sunrise. Does the unnamed protagonist react we well in the cold light of day?

Are there typically more guys at SW than usual during Cumunion events? I’m a fairly frequent visitor (once every few months for the last 7 years), but never been to a Cumunion night. Very interested. Esp during this cold.

Awesome story can’t wait for part two

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Was so sad to see his passing!

Chapter 11 The warm weight of Scott’s hand on his, the raw honesty of his story, the smoky burn of the whiskey—it all coalesced into a single, throbbing point of heat in Jordan’s gut. He was completely unaware of the effect it was having on his body, the blood rushing south so fast it left him lightheaded. His thin basketball shorts, worn without underwear as always, provided no defense. A fierce, six-inch erection tented the fabric, the tip already damp with a bead of precum that seeped through the grey cotton, leaving a tiny, dark patch. He only realized his own state when he traced Scott’s gaze. Those dark, intense eyes weren’t on his face anymore. They were fixed, unblinking, on the prominent bulge in his lap. Jordan’s own eyes flicked down, then back up to Scott’s khakis. A mirror image. A thick, heavy outline strained against the tan fabric, unmistakable and just as eager. Seconds stretched, thick and silent, charged with a current so potent Jordan could barely breathe. Scott was the one to break it, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated through the space between them. “I’ve been like this,” he admitted, his eyes flicking back up to meet Jordan’s, “Hard as a goddamn rock… all day. Ever since I…” He didn’t need to finish. Ever since I saw you. Something primal and fearless uncoiled inside Jordan, speaking with a voice that wasn’t entirely his own. “Did you like it?” The question hung in the air, bold and naked. “What you saw? You...want to see more?” Scott’s answer was immediate, a raw exhalation. “Yes.” A thrill, sharp and electric, shot down Jordan’s spine. “My room,” he whispered, the plan forming in a hazy, lust-drunk instant. “Wait until Mom’s asleep. Come to my room.” An hour later, the house was dark and silent. The soft click of his door opening sent Jordan’s heart into a wild rhythm. Scott stood there, silhouetted in the doorway, having traded his button-down for a simple pair of black gym shorts that did little to hide the formidable swell of his cock. He stepped inside and closed the door with a quiet, final sound. Jordan’s nerves were a live wire, his hands trembling slightly. He didn’t know what he was doing, only what he wanted. He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, his thumb swiping until he found the video. He turned the screen toward Scott. It was the clip Jared had recorded. Jordan on his knees, lips stretched around Blake’s thick, curved cock, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Scott’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He stared, mesmerized, as the movie played out on the small screen. Jordan watched him instead, studying the rapid flicker of emotions on his stepdad’s face: shock, hunger, pure, unadulterated lust. His own hand slipped inside his shorts, fingers wrapping around his aching hardness. A soft groan escaped his lips as he gave himself a slow, slick stroke. Scott’s gaze snapped from the screen to Jordan’s hand moving under his shorts. That was all the permission he needed. With a guttural sound, Scott’s large hand plunged into his own gym shorts. His eyes fell shut for a moment, his head tipping back as his fist began to move, the fabric stretching and tightening over his frantic motion. He was the first to break the barrier. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he pushed his shorts down his powerful thighs in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, and Jordan’s mouth went dry. It was massive, thick and cut, rising from a dense thatch of dark hair. Heavy balls swung beneath it, already drawn up tight. A glistening pearl of precum already crowned the slit. Emboldened, Jordan mimicked him, shoving his own shorts down to his ankles. They stood there, just feet apart, their erections bobbing in the dim light, the only sound their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic stroking of their own fists. Scott’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s smaller, slick cock, watching the way his hand glided over the flushed head with each pass. “So wet,” Scott murmured, his own strokes becoming louder, slicker, sloppy sounding. “You too,” Jordan breathed out, mesmerized by the sheer, glistening size of the older man, by the way his thick fingers struggled to close around his girth. The visual was overwhelming—the contrast of their bodies, the [banned word] of it all, the raw hunger in Scott’s eyes. His hips began to thrust forward, fucking his own fist. “Fuck, this is so hot.” “Yeah, it has to be our little secret.” Scott grunted, his pace increasing, his other hand cupping and roughly kneading his heavy balls. “Just like that. Show me. Let me see you get off.” The command, so similar to Jared’s yet so entirely different, sent Jordan spiraling. His back arched, his free hand gripping his own thigh for support. He was close, so close, teetering on the edge. Scott was breathing in harsh gasps, his muscular body tensing, a sheen of sweat coating his chest. “I’m close, I'm so close. I'm cumm…!” Jordan choked out, his orgasm roaring up from his toes. Scott’s hand flew off his own cock and clamped over his own mouth, stifling a deep, guttural roar as his hips thrust into empty air. Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsating cock, landing in his own waiting palm, pumping again and again until his hand was overflowing. The sight was Jordan’s undoing. With a cry that was half-sob, half-moan, his own release tore through him. His cum splattered across his stomach and thighs in hot, frantic spurts, his entire body trembling with the force of it. For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy, spent panting. Scott, still holding his messy hand away from himself, gathered his composure with a sharp, almost military precision. He cleaned himself with a tissue from the nightstand, pulled up his shorts, and without another word, turned and left the room, made the "Shh" gesture wit his finger to his mouth, closing the door softly behind him. Jordan collapsed back onto his bed, the scent of sex and whiskey and man thick in the air. His mind was a blissful, overloaded blank. Exhaustion pulled him under, and he fell into a deep, instant sleep, his body sated and his world irrevocably changed.

Chapter 10 The silence in Jordan’s room was heavier than before, thick with the phantom scent of sex and the echoing click of the closing door. They dressed in a frantic, wordless hurry, their movements clumsy with adrenaline and shame. Every creak of the floorboards outside made them freeze, hearts hammering, waiting for the storm to break. But the house remained silent. Finally venturing out, they found the hallway empty. The living room, the kitchen—all deserted. Scott was gone. The only evidence he’d ever been there was the lingering, gut-churning memory of his shocked face. “What do we even say?” Jared whispered, his voice tight as they stood by the side door, a buffer zone between the secret world of Jordan’s room and the real one outside. “We could say we were… I don’t know, wrestling? Practicing for a play?” Jordan shook his head, a sick feeling churning in his stomach. “He saw everything, J. Everything. My… my cum on your face. You… inside me. There’s no explaining that away.” The image was seared into his brain, a brutal, pornographic snapshot. Jared hesitated, then squared his shoulders. “I’ll stay. I’ll be here with you when you talk to him.” “No,” Jordan said, the word coming out firmer than he felt. “I need to do this alone. He’s my…” He almost said ‘dad,’ but it wasn’t right. “…Stepdad. This is my mess.” After Jared left, the house felt cavernous and accusing. Jordan paced, trying to script a conversation that always ended with an imaginary Scott’s face twisting in disgust. He was spiraling, his anxiety a live wire under his skin, when his eyes caught on the corkboard by the door. A crisp, white notecard stood out amongst the pizza coupons and old photos. In Scott’s precise, blocky handwriting, it read: Jordan, need to talk. My office. 3pm. -Scott. The clock read 2:28. His mouth went dry. This is it. The walk to Scott’s downtown office was a blur of nauseating dread. The sleek, modern reception area, the quiet hum of professionalism—it all felt like a bizarre dream. The secretary, offering a polite smile, led him back and closed the heavy oak door behind him, sealing him in. Scott’s office was all rich leather and dark wood. And there he was, behind a massive desk, looking every inch the successful, composed forty-two-year-old man he was. He was handsome in a rugged, distinguished way, his broad frame filling out his tailored shirt, a dusting of dark hair visible at his open collar, his thick beard neatly trimmed. He looked up from some paperwork, his expression unreadable. “Jordan. Have a seat.” Jordan sat stiffly in the leather chair, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. He could feel a fine tremor running through his body. He was near shaking, utterly laid bare. Scott leaned forward, lacing his fingers together on the desk. His gaze was direct, but not unkind. “So,” he began, his voice calm, measured. “You and Jared, huh?” Jordan’s throat was too tight to speak. He just nodded. Yes, sir. “You two are… a couple?” Another slow, hesitant nod. The truth was the only card he had to play. Scott watched him for a long moment, taking in his obvious terror. “So then you are… gay?” This nod was the hardest. It felt like admitting to a crime. He braced for the fallout—the disappointment, the anger, the lecture. Instead, Scott pushed his chair back and stood. He didn’t come around the desk with anger, but with a quiet purpose. He walked over and, without a word, wrapped his arms around Jordan in a firm, solid hug. It wasn’t a brief pat; it was a real embrace, strong and encompassing. The dam broke. A ragged sob escaped Jordan’s lips, and his entire body went limp with the shocking wave of relief. He buried his face against Scott’s shoulder, the rough texture of the shirt wool soft against his cheek. “It’s okay,” Scott murmured, his voice a low rumble so close to Jordan’s ear. “It’s okay, son. If that’s what makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.” The words were a balm, washing away the fear and shame. They talked for a while longer, Scott back behind his desk, a palpable shift in the room’s energy. Jordan, his voice steadier now, explained how it started after prom, how new it was, how it was just them figuring things out. Scott listened, nodding, asking a few gentle questions, his demeanor that of a concerned parent, not a condemning judge. “I won’t tell your mom,” Scott said finally. “I’ll let you do that when you want and are ready. That’s your news to share.” That evening, after a strangely normal family dinner where Jordan could barely meet his mother’s eye, he retreated to the back patio. The night air was cool, a relief against his skin. He heard the sliding door open and turned to see Scott stepping out, two glasses of amber whiskey in his hands. He handed one to Jordan and took the seat beside him, the old patio chairs creaking under their weight. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, sipping the strong, smoky liquor. “I meant what I said earlier,” Scott said, breaking the quiet. “Your happiness is what matters.” He took a long swallow from his glass. “But seeing you two today… it stirred something up in me. Something I haven’t thought about in a long, long time.” Jordan stayed quiet, letting him talk, his own curiosity piqued. Scott stared out into the dark yard, his profile strong in the dim light. “I want to tell you something. Something from my past. Back before I met your mother. Back in college.” He turned his head, his eyes meeting Jordan’s, and in their depths, Jordan saw a flicker of the same hungry intensity he’d seen in Blake’s eyes, but tempered by age and experience. A shared secret. “There was this guy on my football team,” Scott began, his voice dropping, becoming almost confidential. “My roommate, actually. His name was Mike. We were inseparable. Just like you and Jared.” He took another slow sip of whiskey, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “And one night, after a huge win, we were celebrating. Just the two of us in our dorm room, drunk on victory and way too much cheap beer…” He trailed off, a faint, nostalgic smile touching his lips. “We started wrestling around, like guys do. Just messing around. But then… it changed. It got… heavier. More intense.” Scott’s gaze was locked on Jordan now, unwavering. “I ended up pinning him down on the floor. We were both breathing hard, laughing at first. But then we just… stopped. We were looking at each other. And I could feel him, hard against my leg. And I knew he could feel me, too.” Jordan’s breath hitched. The whiskey felt like fire in his veins. He couldn’t look away. “I don’t know which one of us moved first,” Scott continued, his voice a low, intimate rumble. “But we kissed. It was… man, it was explosive. All that competitive energy, that pent-up… everything, just unleashed.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbow resting on his knee, the glass dangling from his fingers. “We spent the whole night exploring each other. It was fierce, and hungry, and so damn confusing. But it felt more real than anything I’d ever experienced with a girl.” He finally broke eye contact, looking down into his glass. “We were together, in secret, for the rest of the school year. It was the most passionate, electric time of my life.” He sighed, a heavy, weighted sound. “But then summer came. He went back home to his girlfriend. I met your mom. We never talked about it again. We just… went back to our lives.” Scott looked back up at Jordan, and his expression was raw, open. “Seeing you and Jared today… it was like watching a ghost of my own past. That raw need. That total surrender. It… awakened something in me I thought I’d buried for good.” He reached out, his large, warm hand covering Jordan’s where it rested on the arm of the chair. The contact was electric. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I understand. More than you could possibly know.”

Chapter 9 The heavy, industrial scent of Jordan’s welding gear still clung to his skin, a metallic ghost from his afternoon class. It mingled with the greasy, comforting aroma of the Chinese takeout spread across his bed. The first semester of community college had settled into a rhythm, a comfortable grind of classes and stolen hours with Jared. Their secret world, a carefully curated space of locked doors and hushed moans, felt safer than ever. “Your mom and Scott won’t be back ‘til seven, right?” Jared asked around a mouthful of lo mein, kicking off his shoes. “My parents think I’m at the library. Which, I mean, technically your room is a library of carnal knowledge now, so…” Jordan snorted, shoving him playfully. “Shut up. And yeah, they’re gone. They never take off early. It’s a perfect.” They ate quickly, the familiarity of the routine as comforting as the food. The Tv was just background noise, a blur of colors and sounds neither of them processed. It was always just a precursor, a thin excuse for what they really wanted. As the opening credits rolled, Jordan shifted on the bed, his leg pressing against Jared’s. And just like clockwork, it started. A casual arm slung over Jared’s shoulder. A hand resting on his thigh. Jordan’s body had a mind of its own, a homing beacon tuned directly to Jared’s warmth, his proximity. It was an involuntary reaction, as predictable as the sunrise. Within minutes, his palm was cupping the growing bulge in Jared’s sweatpants, feeling the solid weight of him stir and thicken under the soft fabric. “You’re so predictable,” Jared murmured, but he was already leaning into the touch, his head tilting back against the headboard. His eyelids grew heavy. “Can’t help it,” Jordan whispered, his voice already rough with need. His fingers traced the outline, feeling Jared’s cock harden to its full, impressive length. A damp spot of precum already bloomed on the grey cotton. “You’re just… right here.” He squeezed gently, and Jared’s breath hitched. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust into Jordan’s hand. A low, deep moan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated want. “Mmm, Yes!…” Jordan’s own shorts were painfully tight, his six inches straining against the denim. He could feel his precum soaking into his boxers. The movie was forgotten, the world outside the room ceased to exist. There was only the heat of Jared’s body, the hard proof of his arousal under Jordan’s palm. Jared’s hand came up, not to push him away, but to grip Jordan’s wrist, holding his hand right where it was. His eyes, dark and glazed with lust, met Jordan’s. The command was a raw, needy whisper. “Put your mouth on it. Put my dick in your mouth.” The words were a live wire. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He slid down the bed, his own desire a roaring fire in his veins. He tugged Jared’s sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, and Jared’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already dripping. Jordan didn’t tease. He opened his mouth and took him in, deep, swallowing him to the root in one smooth, wet glide. The feeling was electric. The head of Jared’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Jordan relaxed, taking him all the way. He held there for a long, breathtaking moment, feeling Jared’s pulse throb against his tongue, savoring the muffled, guttural groan from above. He pulled back, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to Jared’s slick shaft, then dove down again, deep-throating him with a desperate hunger. He was lost in it. The taste of him, clean and musky. The sounds he was pulling from Jared’s throat. The way his own neglected cock ached and leaked in time with his bobbing head. He was messy, enthusiastic, spit and thick, snot-like slickness dripping down onto Jared’s balls, coating his own chin. “Mmm, yes… just like that…” Jared panted, his hands tangling in Jordan’s hair, not guiding, just holding on. Then came the next command, a ragged, desperate order that sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to Jordan’s core. “Now sit on it! All the way down, take it all!" Jordan scrambled up, his movements frantic. He stood on the mattress, straddling Jared’s hips. He looked down at Jared’s face, his best friend’s expression a mask of blissful anticipation. He reached behind himself, guiding the slick, hard length of Jared’s cock to his entrance. He was so ready, so open for him. He didn’t lower himself slowly. He dropped, his full weight sinking down, taking every thick, hard inch in one breathtaking, brutal plunge. A shared, guttural cry tore from both of them. The feeling of being filled so completely, so suddenly, was almost too much. Jordan’s head fell back, a strangled moan ripped from his lungs as he bottomed out, Jared’s hips pressed flush against his ass. For a second, he just sat there, impaled, adjusting to the delicious, stretching fullness. Then instinct took over. His hands braced on Jared’s chest, and he began to move. He rode him, lifting himself up until just the tip remained inside, then slamming back down, taking him deep, over and over. The bedframe knocked a steady, rhythmic beat against the wall. “Oh, fuck… fuck, Jared…” Jordan moaned, the words incoherent. He was pure sensation, a vessel for pleasure, every nerve ending screaming. He could feel the rough drag of Jared’s cock inside him, the slap of their skin, the way his own dick bounced, hard and neglected, with every frantic bounce. Jared’s hands gripped his hips hard, fingers digging into his flesh, helping to piston him up and down. His eyes were shut tight, his own moans a continuous, low rumble. Fuck I love your hole. It feels so good… your ass is so fucking perfect… ride my dick, just like that…” They were a sweaty, desperate tangle of limbs and pleasure, lost in their own world, the sounds of their fucking drowning out everything else. Jordan was close, so close, the coil of his orgasm tightening unbearably with every deep thrust. He was mid-bounce, Jared buried to the hilt inside him, when a new sound cut through their passionate haze. The distinct, unmistakable click of a door opening. Jordan’s eyes flew open. His rhythm faltered. Still speared on Jared’s cock, he twisted his head, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The bedroom door was wide open. And standing in the doorway, his face a frozen mask of utter, shocked disbelief, was his stepdad. ScottFor a suspended moment, time stood still. Jordan’s wide, panicked eyes locked with Scott’s as he froze mid-stroke, still impaled on Jared’s cock. Scott’s gaze dropped, his face a mixture of shock and something Jordan couldn’t quite place, taking in the obscene sight of Jared’s thick shaft buried deep inside him. Then, slowly, his eyes traveled back up to meet Jordan’s again. “I—I’m sorry for intruding,” Scott stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. As soon as the word “intruding” left his lips, Jordan’s body betrayed him. His cock, still hard and neglected, exploded in a series of thick, white ropes that shot across Jared’s face and chest. Jordan gasped, his entire body trembling as the orgasm ripped through him, involuntary and unstoppable. Scott’s eyes widened impossibly further as he took in the scene—Jared’s face splattered with Jordan’s release, Jared’s cock pulsing deep inside Jordan’s quivering hole, pumping his own load into him. The room was thick with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the slick, wet mess of their coupling. For a heartbeat, Scott stood there, utterly speechless, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. It was as if a jolt of electricity had hit him, snapping him out of his frozen state. Without another word, he turned abruptly and shut the door with a sharp click, leaving the boys alone in the aftermath of their interrupted passion. Jordan’s heart pounded in his chest as he collapsed onto Jared, both of them still connected, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Oh my god, did that just—” Jared didn’t respond immediately, his face still glazed with Jordan’s release. He blinked slowly, his expression caught between shock and disbelief. “Yeah,” he finally muttered, his voice hoarse. “Yeah, that just happened.” The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of what had just occurred pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. Neither of them moved, their bodies still tangled together, their minds racing with the implications of what Scott had seen. “What do we do now?” Jordan whispered.

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