The Old House is Trapped [Sain & Lynnette]
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				Title: <strong>The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 20:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div><br>"You sure you want to move to the city? I mean, I know you've said you want to get out of your parents house, but still" She asked, looking over at him.<br><br><strong>"Yup, I've made up my mind"</strong> He responded, a broad smile on his face, looking up at the roof. <strong>"I know you'll miss my beautiful ass taking its place in your bed, I'll make sure to send you a pic every now and then"</strong><br><br>"Oh come on, that's even worse"<br><br><strong>"Of course it isn't, if someone sent me pictures of an ass as nice as mine on the daily, I'd think of my life as pretty perfect"</strong><br><br>"Well, I'm not you, I'm sure your pervy mind wouldn't be able to cope with just pics anyways"<br><br><strong>"Got me there. Wanna go for another round?"</strong><br><br>"Jesus, give me a moment to catch my breath, you're killing me, where do you get your stamina from?" She said, exasperated. He only laughed and sat down on the side of the bed.<br><br><strong>"Take a moment then, I'll get something to drink in the meantime, want anything in particular?"</strong> He asked, scouting out his underwear on the floor. In turn, he couldn't find it and just turned to the skirt. With a mild shrug, he bent over and took a hold of it, picking it up.<br><br>"Ehhh, get me a soda or something... Or are you driving?" She got a measly nod in return. "Eh, nevermind, get me a soda or whatever"<br><br><strong>"On it"</strong> He responded with a wide grin, pulling up the skirt and fastening it at his waist. It was dangerously short considering that he had more to hide than those it was meant for, but it worked out, if so just barely. He picked up her hoodie and slid it over his head, pulling his long blonde hair out of it whilst making his way towards the door, puffing his hips out with each step, making the skirt jump up just enough to show off what was below, or rather, what wasn't.<br><br>A small hour later, he returned, a grocery store bag in one hand, other hand holding a slurpee, sipping on it. <strong>"Still alive?"</strong> He asked, putting an orange soda on the nightstand, she leaning over and opening it up, taking a small sip from it.<br><br><strong>"So, about another round..."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>-&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -&nbsp; -</strong></div><br>A small week had passed since the man in question, if one could call him such, Samuel Mathias Corliss, Sam for short, had left his countryside childhood home, as well as close friends in more ways than one, pursuing the small-scale American dream, "It's something" being written all over it. It was no Hollywood, but it was far better than living on an island with a measly five thousand inhabitants.<br><br>He'd managed to get in contact with a landlord in the area shortly before moving. With "cheap" being the prefix in all his demands, the landlord had eventually managed to find something in his ownership. The place was horrid and likely an electric disaster waiting to happen, but the rent was practically null, it was clean, already furnished and the location was good. He'd been informed there had been another person asking for more or less the same as he had, as ell as that the apartment had multiple bedrooms, and if they'd be ok with sharing. Sam hadn't had any issues with it, quite the contrary, so he'd of course said it was more than alright, and, the day before the five hour drive began, he'd been informed that the other person had said yes as well, pushing their monthly rent even further into the ground.<br><br>And now, one week later, he'd found a job, albeit a rather mediocre one. He'd been hoping for something like "openly crossdressing barmaid with dick on display" or "fem-male poledancer needed!", but he wasn't quite that fortunate. However, clerk at a clothing store had its perks. For instance, it paid rent... And... Well... He got a five percent discount, that was something... And... Surely more perks would show up over time. <br><br>As well as that, there was his roommate. Taylor, a beautiful piece, there was no declining that, Sam certainly wouldn't mind changing to a single bed for two. He couldn't say he knew much about her, aside from the blatant sex-appeal. His work hours hadn't lined up too well with hers, so they hadn't seen one another too much yet, but they'd been together enough to have discovered the spots of which the roof leaked together. When he had mentioned it to the landlord, he'd gotten a measly "Deal with it" with a winky-face attached to it, there were clearly no plans of fixing it any time soon, if they wanted it fixed, it would be from their own pockets. He'd wondered if he could potentially bribe some handymen to do it in exchange of some "favors of sexual nature", but figured it was a bit well early to turn to such, it didn't seem like the leaks had any particular impact on the living situation anyways, so for now, they'd just settled on leaving it.<br><br>The weekend had finally come at least, finally a chance to get to know his roomie. Sam was definitely looking forward to it. He'd sourced out a bottle of liquor from one of his co-workers since he couldn't legally buy hard liquor himself, just barely having a drivers license. It remained to see if the bottle should be pulled out or not, but, either way, it would be pleasant to get to know his new roomie some more.<br><br>On the topic of that, it was pushing into the afternoon. He'd found his place on the leather couch in the living room, one leg crossed over the other, reading on a book. His phone buzzed every now and then from the table, but he'd ignored it for a while, for the most part, it was just curious askers wanting to know what he was doing in the city, and when he'd be back, not that he had any initial thoughts of such, not yet. It had started raining pretty badly outside, but the power was still running stable, it still didn't feel moist or anything like despite the occasional drip into one of the buckets put out to deal with the rainwater. With sponges planted in them, they didn't make any noise either, he'd stopped noticing after the first night. <strong>"Looks like it'll probably get real bad tonight... Oh well, as long as the power stays I guess"</strong> He mumbled to himself, flipping another page. He was quite lazily dressed, a large hoodie (The same he had "borrowed" the week before), and a pair of ever so skimpy running shorts that somehow didn't put his bulge on a blatant display, despite how they should, going by design alone. As he had been about to start wondering where his roommate was at, he could hear the sound of someone walking through the hallway leading up to the front door, presumably drenched from the terrible weather. Oh well, it would be pleasant to see such an irresistible being with clothes clinging to her skin. Hopefully she was wearing white so he could see through it... Oh, if lady fortuna would be on his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 09:32:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div><em>Phuaaahh...&nbsp; work shucks~</em> Tracy had another 'rough' day behind him. Like, at least a 6 hour shift at Papa Fernando's Pizza and Burger - 3 hours more than what he had asked for when they made the deal. He just wasn't made to work long or hard, or so he had decided. The burger joint was about to turn on the afternoon switch and become a proper restaurant bar. Neon light sign flashed outside as the words 'and Beer' appeared in the end of the already lengthy sign. The idea of obtaining an alcohol serving license kinda tempted Tracy - the money would be good - but then again...&nbsp; He heard the boisterous laughter of one of the patrons through the wall of the changing room; voice as ugly as the face. No doubt he was giggling at some stupid joke. Fucking forty-fifty something ugly geezers had nothing on Tracy, but always acted like he might actually want them if they just acted gross enough. He was lucky they hadn’t tried to grab his butt.<br><br><strong>"Che..."</strong> Tracy closed his locker and headed out through the restaurant. He walked with a brisk pace, but was still spotted before making it out. A loud voice hailed him, "Hey, hey babe! Wait up Tracer-Tracy? Tracy was it. Been thinking amongst us pals and we don' mind too much if yer a boy. Face that pretty an' butt that tight..." The guy licked his lips, his eyes ogled Tracy's rear end and legs, currently stuffed in a pair of perfectly snug bleached jeans. “...we’d all make ‘n exception just fer ye. Ehh-heheh…” Tracy frowned and covered up his butt with his hands. He gave the owner behind the counter a look and turned away to walk off. <strong>"Fucking faggots can't comprehend a simple no, why the fuck would I want guys when I can have all the girls I wantsArrhhgghgh! Country hicks,"</strong> Tracy grumbled quietly to himself as the door closed behind him. <br><br>Barely had Tracy let out a sigh of relief when the rain hit him. He let out another, deeper sigh and accepted his fate. <strong>"We'll be getting wet tonight, yaaaay..."</strong> the femboy noted in a monotone voice while walking to his bicycle. He kinda&nbsp; wanted to cry a little. This whole week he had waited for Friday and now it seemed like this whole extended shift combined with him getting drenched might just drain him of all energy to pursue his goal. <br><br>From the moment he had seen this new roomie who he shared the run down shack with he had known that she was it. They would need to bang and he would make her his and be hers. She was the cutest thing ever. That blonde silky hair, those big kind green eyes with a hint of something yellow making them so fresh and innocent, that pretty soft face and those lips... Tracy had known quite a few girls in his short time on Earth, maybe not that impressive an amount for anyone much older, but he fancied himself quite an expert already. As an expert he was damned if this wasn't the biggest possible catch of his life. He had had a pretty cute girlfriend before moving in but rather than risk it broke up after the first night here to make himself available. This had to work or that sacrifice would have been for naught.<br><br>They hadn't really had chances to get to know each other. Sure they had said 'hi' and so on while the other was coming from toilet or cooking something or leaving in the morning, but somehow they hadn't had time to sit down and get to know each other. She had actually called him Taylor once. Tracy had kinda just gone with it. Next time he would remind her. <br><br>Tracy raced the last uphill street and let the bike roll into its spot by the house while he dismounted nimbly. He fumbled with the keys a bit, but was soon inside. Ahh… war-&nbsp; well… relative warmth. It was better than outside at least. <strong>“Bhrrr~”</strong> Tracy held himself and shivered a bit. A white tube top had seemed like a smart choice when the sun shone in the morning, but now it clung to his slender body like a second skin. Luckily it had a bit of a bra sewn in it so his nipples didn't show through. Those jeans were starting to feel uncomfortably hot and wet. His legs were soaked all the way down to his panties. His long dark brown hair was clumped up in little bundles that stuck to his face, shoulders and body. A shower would be needed.<br><br>The door opened into their living room. Tracy's gaze found hers. He saw the book and the bottle. The way she sat there all nice and patient...&nbsp; Tracy's face melted into a happy smile when he realized she had been waiting for him. The warmth that feeling gave made him forget the clothes. <strong>"Hey~"</strong> he greeted merrily, swiping hair from his eyes.<strong> "Huaaah...&nbsp; &nbsp;it's pretty nasty out there. Makes even this place feel like heaven. Mind if I join you there on the couch? I wanna lay down for a bit. I'll be quiet if you wanna read the book, I promise."</strong> Tracy looked down on himself and pinched the shirt. He grinned back up at Sam. <strong>"Ah... after I shower first of course. Wouldn't wanna get she sofa wet,"</strong> Tracy finished with a wink. <br><br>He hurried up the stairs, fetched a pair of warm red stockings, some of his better bright yellow hipsters and a big t-shirt with a slightly faded artsy pink fractal print on a black background. It was pretty much a dress for him, one with a very wide and loosely hanging neckline. Fuck it if it was a bit skimpy. Tracy wanted to feel comfy. Plus...&nbsp; he had kind of spied the signs of her actually maybe also kinda having looked at him in that way. Tracy grinned. He pretty much rushed through the shower in record time, only using his go to floral shampoo. Thank God Sam had actually moved in with a proper hair dryer - Tracy's had broken somewhere between packing and and moving it here. <br><br>Walking back downstairs Tracy was starting to get a bit nervous and giddy. His eyes found Sam and again a smile spread on his lips.<strong> "Ahhhh~ that really helped," </strong>he sighed, relieved. Tracy made it to the couch and let himself fall into the embrace of the leathery cushion next to Sam's. The hem of his shirt rose high enough to give a glimpse of something yellow before before falling flat between his thighs. Tracy let out a needlessly orgasmic moan as he stretched, <strong>"Mmmmmmnnnuuuuhh! Bhah...&nbsp; uh, hey by the way I'm actually Tracy, not Taylor, but don't worry, it's okay. Everyone tends to mix people up at first, right? So what is it you were reading?"</strong> Tracy leaned closer, right away closing into her personal space as he tried to look at the book. <em>Damn she smells good... so fluffy!</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 12:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div><br>Sam's eyes lifted from the pages of his book as the front door pushed open, a delicious model human being making its way through the doorframe, drenched from head to toe. What made it so grand however was the particular choice of clothing on the model human being. White and tight denim. Sadly, the shirt was padded so the nipples didn't push through it, but curiously, Sam couldn't see a bra. Perhaps she had just skipped it on the way home, knowing she'd have to shower anyways, skipping the discomfort. However, even without a pair of peachy pink nipples on display, it was a lovely sight, being the lady's slender physique paired with drenched body-hugging denim.<br><br><strong>"Hiya"</strong> Sam replied, reaching out for his bookmark, slender fingers taking a hold of it and slipping it in between the pages of his book. <strong>"You should've given me a call, I would've come out and picked you up if you asked"</strong> He said with a small laugh, sitting up in the couch rather than remaining laid down. <strong>"You're more than free to join me... After you've showered, you're gonna catch a cold if you stay like that"</strong> Sam replied, giving a cheeky smile and a wink whilst watching Taylor's tight denim-covered ass make its way up the stairs. <strong>"Guess I'll make dinner in the meantime then"</strong> He said to himself, making his way over to the kitchen, turning on the oven plates. He'd considered ordering something, but figured with Taylor's day-job being carrying pizzas and whatnot, she'd probably be pretty tired of the smell, so, he turned to making a stew instead. Not a typical Friday night dinner, but it was inexpensive, healthy, and, if he could rub his back as much, delicious.<br><br>By the time Taylor made her way back down the stairs, Sam had made his way back on the couch and had resumed his reading, and lord was he thankful for that, he was almost certain he'd been drooling when Taylor had made her way down the stairs again, dressed in stockings and an oversized shirt. Just as she sat down, a thin line of yellow was on display as well. Oh boy... <br><br><strong>"Ah! Sorry, I don't know where I had it from, I'll get it right from now on"</strong> Sam said, laughing a little. He slipped the bookmark back into the book and handed it over so <del>Taylor</del> Tracy could have a better look at it. "The Name of the Wind" Was written in grand letters on the front. <strong>"It's a fantasy novel, I've never been one for heavy reading. It's written like an autobiography, making it feel a lot more personal, I've enjoyed it so far"</strong> Sam said, letting Tracy have a closer look at it while he slowly made his way off the couch, savoring the sweet smell of Tracy's shampoo filling his nostrils. The smell of food had started to fill the living room, a fragrant and rich smell of spices to be more particular. <strong>"I figured you hadn't eaten, I think it'll be ready in a couple minutes"</strong> Sam said whilst walking across the floor between the living room couch and the kitchen, stretching one arm behind his head and one straight up in the air, sweater lifting with the stretch, revealing the tight, white-seamed red shorts that crawled up his hips for a long few second, paired with the lack of anything over them, indicating that whatever he wore underneath the sweater had gotten carried up with it, or that it simply didn't exist, the latter of course being the right answer.<br><br>And, as he had expected, the meal was just about done. A small minute was spent pouring the blend into a pair of bowls, before returning to the living room couch, handing one over along with a spoon. <strong>"Hope it's to your liking"</strong> he said, handing over the rich bowl filled with sliced vegetables and lean beef. He proceeded to sit down right next to Tracy, hoping she wouldn't mind the mild intimacy, it just felt right for the moment. <strong>"Eat up"</strong> He said with a wink before starting to eat on his own meal, slowly moving his own thigh in on Tracy's, if so just to feel her warm skin against his. <strong>"So, how was work?"</strong>&nbsp;He asked between bites, figuring some small talk at least should be had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 14:55:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div><strong>"Sounds fancy. I've kinda been meaning to read more too, but you know how it is. Never quite get around actually doing it."</strong> Tracy had all but forgotten about dinner until the scent spread to them and made his stomach growl. He almost began to consider eating something quick and simple when Sam made the offer. <em>She is an angel.</em> "O-oh of course, if it isn't too much trouble. Yes please."<br><br>Tracy was left sitting alone for a moment. He still wanted to keep his butt on something soft. He did turn around to follow Sam with his gaze over the backrest though. Tracy's eyes followed her rump. He noticed her taking out bowls and snapped from the hypnosis. <strong>"Wait, let me help. I- uh..."</strong> <em>She already had all the utensils and bowls ready? Wow...</em><strong> "...ah- I mean... thank you very much."</strong> Tracy accepted the bowl with both hands and placed it in his lap. It was really warm. He pulled it a bit closer and made a little nest for the bowl. He leaned forward and took a long sniff. Damn did it smell delicious. It had been a while since Tracy had eaten some real home cooking. <br><br><strong>"Yeah, thanks,"</strong> he replied to her encouragement. Tracy plunged his spoon into the tasty soup and scooped it for a big mouthful of meat and all the tasty bits.<strong> "Phuuuhh... phuuhh..."</strong> He gave it two blows to cool it down, but couldn't wait any longer than that. <strong>"Nam... mmmm... "</strong> After that kinda day and a bike ride in the rain this was just heaven. Tracy closed his eyes and leaned back as he immersed himself in this blissful moment. Sam was not an angel but a national treasure. Was happiness like this even allowed? Tracy's leg twitched a bit when it felt the touch of the girl's bare thigh. His eyes glanced down. She sure was getting friendly, not that he minded one bit. Tracy adjusted his butt to put it a bit closer to hers and indulge in this cozy feeling of home that Sam had fought so hard to create. It was nice to feel someone else's warm body against his. The quick shower had not quite wholly warmed him up yet and though the bowl of soup was doing its magic Tracy's limbs were still a bit chilly.<br><br>Tracy was eating so eagerly. His mouth was full when she asked. He looked at her and gestured her to please wait.<strong> "Ahhh... mmm... this is really good Sam. Especially right after work, after getting drenched and showering. Really really thank you so much. This makes me very happy,"</strong> he said, smiling. Tracy put the spoon down to reply to her question, <strong>"Work though...&nbsp; &nbsp;eh... I guess it was so-so. The owner was really nice, as always, and we had kinda nice atmosphere when Tom was there in the morning - he is hilarious. Just we had reaaaally many orders today. Friday you know apparently is pizza day even in this tiny town. I had to do a few deliveries too at the busiest hour, though only to places within the island thank God. The hills here are bad enough, I can't even imagine trying to cycle up the mountain. Some of the customers though are just the grossest. They smell bad enough, look like orcs and act like pigs, but..."</strong> Tracy realized he was starting to to just moan and bitch about his troubles. No, no, no! Not like this. <strong>"...ehm, sorry. Don't mean to just complain. It's just...&nbsp; new place, new people, new lifestyle. It'll get a while to get used to, though"</strong>-he looked at Sam with a bright smile-"at least home looks to be really good. Maybe you'll let me repay this soup, with pizzas or movie or icecream or something. Though I guess it is getting a bit chilly to eat icecream. I noticed the bottle by the way." Tracy leaned closer, now with a mischievous smirk on his lips. <strong>"A tiny girl like you couldn't possibly be meaning to hog it all for herself could she? What if I help you with it and we have some fun, play some game and you can tell me all about your job or whatever else you want since I already cried about mine."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 16:16:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Tracy's offer to help with the plating had not slipped Sam by, but, with everything ready on the counter already, it wasn't necessary, nor did he want to leave Tracy thinking about cooking and food after coming home from working in a restaurant.<br><br>In the end, it seemed like Tracy was enjoying the meal, going by body-language and later vocal confirmation. He'd never considered himself a particularly good cook, but his mother had thought him a thing or two, and, it seemed like it'd pay off. <strong>"Don't worry about it, it's boring cooking for only yourself"</strong> Sam said assuringly, not wanting Tracy to think all too highly of getting a home cooked meal, he wouldn't mind repeating it time and time again, Tracy was simply too adorable not to want to cook for her.<br><br>Tracy went on to elaborate a bit on how her day at work had been, whilst Sam finished up his share of the meal. <strong>"Sounds rough"</strong> Was all Sam could say. His job was for the most part not particularly stressing. For the most part, he just scanned bar-codes and gave the occasional piece of advice to questioning customers. The worst part was probably having to go through clothes that had been tried on, the occasional piece that smelled like it had been through a marathon popped up, that alone was enough to make that part the worst part of the job. How people could go outside smelling like anything worse than sweets and roses. <br><br><strong>"Don't worry about it, just get it out"</strong> Sam assured, taking Tracy's bowl when she was done eating and carried them over to the kitchen, dumping them in the sink for the time being, bringing back a pair of glasses for the bottle on the table, as well as a cola for mixing.<br><br>Sam couldn't help but giggle a little when Tracy referred to him as a girl. <strong>"I wouldn't leave it out if it was only for me"</strong> He replied when Tracy asked about the bottle of vodka on the table. <strong>"My boss was kind enough to pick it up, it's pretty strong though"</strong> Sam said, reaching out for it, checking the label. <strong>"43%, yup. Mango flavor though, it's probably good"</strong> He said, pouring a little bit into his glass to see how it tasted on its own, proceeding to pour a fair bit more into the glass, following it with a dash of coke, letting Tracy mix for herself. If he went out, he was definitely one for the "girly drinks" menu, not so much because they didn't taste like alcohol as that they reinforced his femininity. However, home-drinking, he wasn't picky.<br><br><strong>"Work has been pretty casual for the last week I guess. I've been standing alone for a fair bit, which is always a bit tedious, but for the most part, we don't get so many customers it matters"</strong> He started, taking a small sip from his glass. <strong>"In the end though, work is work. I wouldn't work there if I didn't need the paycheck, though, that applies to most. Anyways, it's weekend now, enough about work, you wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend per chance? I mean, I'm sure guys are all over you"</strong> He said with a wink. He didn't even need to wait for a response to get his conclusion though, just body language alone could tell him there was something. <strong>"Aaaaaah I can see it on you, you totally had one! Or still have, whatever, how was he, nice? Cool? Was the sex good?"</strong> The enthusiasm from Sam's side only seemed to escalate. He wasn't sure what he would answer if he got the same question in return, probably just the truth, that he wasn't in a proper "we're in a relationship" relationship, but that he most definitely slept around a fair bit. However, he was far more interested in what Tracy had to say, his curiosity was only rising, especially for the last bit of his question, after all, it related to sex, his mind couldn't help but pray for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 17:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div><strong>"Huh, well that is kinda strong,"</strong> Tracy agreed, taking the bottle from Sam when she had finished her drink. He inspected the bottle, sniffing and pouring a little in the glass to have a taste. Tracy stuck out his tongue. <strong>"Phuhhuh...&nbsp; yikes, I can definitely taste the alcohol, though...&nbsp; &nbsp;I guess that's kinda the point."</strong> Grinning, he poured a nice little portion on the bottom of his cup and followed Sam's example in filling up the rest with coke. Tracy took another ship.<strong> "Mmm! Kinda like mango flavored coke I guess, you could get really drunk on this dangerously easy,"</strong> he chuckled. That was of course kind of the intention. He didn't mind the idea of getting smashed with her. Who knows where they might find each other after a drink or few.<br><br>Sam's work sounded pretty normal. At least it sounded relaxing. Tracy was about to comment on it, but decided to skip since she said to dismiss the topic. Tracy smiled, <strong>"Okay, no work."</strong> She really didn't waste any time. Tracy looked down at his cup and fidgeted a bit. He didn't really mind that she assumed he liked guys. It kinda more sounded like a compliment and with her assuming she was into guys...&nbsp; well, maybe she was? <strong>"Uhh... actually...&nbsp; I had a girlfriend just before moving here, but broke up,"</strong> Tracy began, slowly, still averting his gaze, <strong>"It wouldn't have worked with the distance, you know. We didn't have a chance to do it, but she was a nice girl. Really nice. Kind of a shame, but what can you do, right? Circumstances come up and there isn't much you can do. I don't feel too bad about it though. The way I see it living in a new city where I don't know anyone yet it might just be best to start like that, cos you never know if you run into someone new and she didn't really like the idea of going poly, I think, so I didn't want to hurt her feelings." </strong><br><br>Tracy let out a sigh and took a healthy gulp of the homy cocktail. He leveled his gaze with Sam and put up a mellow smile. <strong>"What about you then? With a face that cute and body like that you would have been chased by half the city from where I come from, by futas, girls and boys alike. Heck, I would've probably been there leading the charge,"</strong> Tracy offered a light chuckle, trying to lighten his flirty hint into bit of a joke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 17:20:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam sat back a bit, turning more towards Tracy to display where his attention was resting. he occasionally slipped from his glass. It had a vague aftertaste of alcohol, but, if he was scared of that, he'd been drinking water instead. <strong>"Mhm, I think it'd do with some ice, but I left the bottle in the freezer for a bit, so it's pretty decent in temp"</strong> She took another sip from the glass before letting it rest a bit while Tracy elaborated a bit, that she'd had a girlfriend back before she moved, but that they had never gotten to do anything. It made Sam wonder if she could by some chance be a virgin, oh how he wished she was, even if he doubted it. <br><br><strong>"That makes sense, pity that things had to end by something like that, though, that's life I suppose"</strong> He responded with a smile, hearing the question that followed. <br><br><strong>"Well, I haven't really been in any dedicated relationships I suppose, I guess I'm not really one for monogamy I suppose"</strong> He said with a teasing smile and wink. <strong>"Don't get me wrong, I don't mind others deciding to stick to one partner, but, I think the idea of tying myself down to a single person is just weird. I mean, the sex is different with everyone, why would I stick to only one menu if I can pick and chose from them all, know what I mean?"</strong>&nbsp;He said, taking another sip from his glass, it was closing down to the bottom, so he reached out for the bottle, pouring himself a little bit extra vodka, leaving the cola for the time being. <strong>"Granted, if I met the right person, I suppose getting tied down wouldn't be too bad either, though, in an ideal world, he or she would be poly as well. I kinda wish I was able to cater to more guys though, I feel like most guys I've been with have... Well, they've usually fallen out of the picture sometime before actually getting in bed"</strong> Likely because he had brought up his own gender, and them not being all too interested... For some reason. After all, anal was anal, right? <strong>"So I'm sorry if you view sex as something more special than that, you do you and all that"</strong> He said with a smile, taking another sip from his glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 17:58:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Tracy had to smile a bit at Sam's view of relationships. He took another gulp and made himself more, keeping the ratio of mango liquor and coke about the same. <strong>"Mmmm...&nbsp; don't get me wrong. I kind of have... well, I dunno I guess a similar view about it if I reeeaaally think about it. If it's just sex and physical it should be fine to fool around a bit and I don't really mind it. It's just... well I really like to 'get involved' with my partners and if they want me to dedicate myself to them, I don't mind. The passion you find from loving sex is just so different from anything else."</strong> Such an embarrassing thing to say - it made his ears burn. Tracy wasn't one to pretend that he was wise or anything, but he did like to think he knew a thing or two. He had picked something interesting from her though. Sam was looking for guys? The more he spoke the more Tracy was getting into him. She did sound like quite a player herself. Probably not someone to get too romantically involved, but that was just great. Tracy couldn't suppress a grin when he stared at her for a moment, imagining if that confidence would crumble and reveal something incredibly cute and vulnerable underneath if he tried to open her up.<br><br>The hints were pretty obvious to him though. This topic, her carefree choice to just go along with it, that wink and all the other small gestures. Tracy was glad that they hadn't drank that much yet. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get to know her very thoroughly tonight. He laid down the cup, now with only a little left on the bottom. The alcohol was already beginning to do its magic, helping intensify the slight blush on his cheek into faintly visible levels as he grinned at her. <strong>"So don't worry about that. I know what it's like to want variety, though..."</strong> Tracy leaned in up against her arm and whispered inches from her ear, <strong>"...you know I am a guy so, if it's not a hunk but someone softer you're looking for maybe I could help."</strong> He was already there, so why not? Tracy took another risque step and placed his soft slender hand on Sam's thigh, brushing it ever so gently. Damn she had a hot body. Just briefly touching Sam made Tracy feel a jolt in his groin as his tiny flaccid cock began to gently grow against the panties. <br><br>His eyes remained fixed on Sam's. A bit of nervousness began fluttering in his chest. Maybe she just liked them big and muscular. Tracy knew that though he was cute there were plenty of girls and futas who had a radar calibrated for real men only.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 18:19:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam could agree with a lot of Tracy's statements, though, in the end, it didn't change his view on monogamy much, nor did he believe that had been Tracy's intention. He could agree to some of it, he got more out of having sex with people he had grown to like a lot, rather than a random romp at a party or the likes. However, the idea of letting himself get tied down felt plain weird. <br><br>However, whilst it had definitely been on Sam's mind to bring up a sexual relationship between them, it seemed like Tracy was going in for the head start. What sunk deeper though, was a few of his words. "You know I am a guy"<br><br>Sam's eyes widened, first looking at Tracy's face, then down at his crotch, and then back up at his face. A few seconds passed before, with no hesitation, Sam's hand jolted down to Tracy's crotch, pulling up the shirt, and surely, there was a bulge to be had. His shocked expression turned into a dumb grin, followed by a long lasting laugh, Sam trying to kill it off on the repeat but failing every time, hoping he didn't offend Tracy so much. He eventually managed to pull himself together, and figured he had to apologize. <strong>"I'm sorry for laughing, but that's rich man"</strong> He let out another small laugh, slowly standing up. <strong>"The world really is small, isn't it"</strong> His hands slipped in under the sides of the hoodie, fingers hooking in under the skimpy running shorts, starting to pull them down.<br><br><strong>"Just in case you haven't realized yet, and because I never told you my name in its full form, I guess I shouldn't be keeping this a secret"</strong> He stepped out of the shorts, hands moving up to the lower edge of the hoodie, proceeding to start pulling it up. <strong>"My name is Samuel"</strong> He said, giving him a wink before getting up on the couch again, one leg on each side of Tracy's. The black hoodie had slipped behind his cock, leaving it on display.<br><br>It felt like the weather outside had gotten more aggressive. The rain was hammering towards the windows like bullets, and the wind was howling aggressively from time to time. <strong>"If you're still interested, I haven't had sex in a week, I'm starting to feel a little depraved..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 20:14:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Tracy let out a little 'eeep' and pulled his hands up reflexively when Sam all of a sudden pulled up the hem of his shirt. The aggressiveness took him by surprise. Tracy's smile faltered into a hesitant frown that deepened in confusion when Sam began laughing. <strong>"A-ah...&nbsp; um..."</strong> Tracy couldn't get a word out. It was humiliating to have her just keep on holding his hem up like that and giggle it off. Humiliating, but somehow Tracy could still feel his arousal rising. His ears were red, cheeks now burning and his cock kept on getting stiffer. <br><br>He suppressed a sniffle when Sam got up. Tracy looked up at her. He still could understand that sometimes people were a bit surprised, but he couldn't understand what made it so fun. Maybe Sam was just really surprised.<strong> "Uhhuh...&nbsp; &nbsp;it's okay," </strong>Tracy lied. He pulled the hem down again as Sam let go and stood up. His eyes widened a bit when her shorts came off. S-she was? Tracy had no idea. She was somehow just getting excited? Tracy looked back up at her as she spoke. <em>Secret?</em> His gaze fell back to the edge of her hoodie and the delicious pale thighs beneath. Tracy felt another rush to his groin. <br><br>Samuel revealing himself in full hit Tracy like a truck and left him dumbfounded for a moment. Sam is a boy? Tracy's eyes locked on his cock when it flopped out into the view. He could feel Sam's balls weighing against his own rising erection whilst it still hid in the constricting confines of his panties. The other femboy's soft little butt squished against his thighs. Sam's weight on top of him, the feel of his flesh, the closeness all urged him to further arousal. Tracy looked up and saw the cutie he had thought to be a girl now grinning at him, somehow confident and sinister from his seat down below. This was just so fucking gay. Another boy? Tracy had never even considered it. Futas he was fine with, but a guy? H-he'd never...&nbsp; &nbsp;He had never even considered it, but Sam was clearly into him and ready to play. <br><br>Without even realizing it Tracy reached for Sam's butt. Wait, was he a herm after all? It would totally be okay if Sam was one. Although, if he was a boy then wasn't Tracy just as much of a fag? He bit his lip, hesitating as his hands rested on top of Sam's shapely rear. Tracy wanted this, really, really hard,. It shone right through from his face and groin. He just couldn't get over how wrong it was.<strong> "T-two boys? I-I've never...&nbsp; &nbsp;"</strong> Fuck it are you really gonna ask for?! Jesus man, get a hold yourself you're not a f-<strong> "Ah..." </strong>Tracy looked away. His confidence had broken and lied shattered somewhere underneath this cute piece of ass that had lured him right into a trap. <strong>"I mean...&nbsp; I haven't done it with a boy before,"</strong> Tracy manage to finish, feeling almost more embarrassed now than when Sam had pulled up his hem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>21-08-2016, 01:03:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam let his cheeks blow up, pouting over the measly response. He had just stripped off his underwear and straddled him, at this point, he expected his partners to be drooling, barely being able to wait before stuffing their cocks up his ass. <strong>"If you don't want to, I'll go find someone else"</strong> He responded, though, he was showing no signs of intending to get off Tracy's lap.<br><br><strong>"But, since we're going to be roommates... I guess I can excuse your measly response"</strong> He said, looking away, not wanting to seem too pushy on the cock between his legs, the one that wasn't his own. <strong>"It's not very different from having sex with a woman or a herm you know... It's just anal, what's the problem really?"</strong> Sam let his confidence speak for him, he refused to believe he couldn't make Tracy at least a little enthusiastic, despite the fact that he seemed to be quite anal about the whole male-on-male stuff. The pun was intentional.<br><br><strong>"Besides, you don't have to, you know, take it, if you don't want to. Oh, and it has to be all cleaned out, recently... Oh, know what, if you don't, you know, flush your system, I'll help you through it!"</strong> His enthusiasm was beaming, pretty bizarrely so granted, being hyped about flushing water up someone's ass, but, he couldn't decline that he was interested in seeing it. His first enema had kind of sucked, mainly because he hadn't had any proper equipment and had turned to the internet for home remedies, only to throughly regret it later. Now that he had a proper kit that hooked up to the shower however, it was far more appealing, he even quite enjoyed it. Plus, the feeling of being 100% clean and ready for any incoming cocks was always nice, and it significantly hasted toy-cleaning.<br><br><strong>"I guess I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, you're just so adorable, it's hard not to"</strong> He said with a wink, encouraging the black-haired beauty he was straddling to take it at whichever phase he favored more. He didn't mind taking it, even on a permanent basis, but he figured it would be rude to not at least offer it. His hands wrapped behind Tracy's neck, holding him close. <strong>"If I'm being honest, I've been wanting to do things with you since I met you... Sexual things... But, I didn't want to risk ruining our relationship by being too pushy..."</strong>&nbsp;He said in a gentle tone, smiling. <strong>"So, what do you want to do?"</strong> He asked, sly smile on his lips, his hips slowly rolling as though he was stimulating himself by moving Tracy's cock around inside him, whilst in reality it was resting between cloth, under his own member.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>21-08-2016, 10:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Sam's assertiveness just kept Tracy from being able to catch up. Just when he had, in his mind, admitted interest the little blonde minx threw it back at him as another offer to refuse. <strong>"N-no. That's not what I meant,"</strong> Tracy blurted out, wrapping his hand around Sam's wrist and tugging on it to make sure he wasn't gonna run away now. s much of a fag? He bit his lip, hesitating as his hands rested on top of Sam's shapely rear. It was true - like Sam said. There wasn't much difference between herm and a boy. Tracy nodded. His dick jumped up against the panties when Sam offered his own butt, and again when he suggested they go clean their butts together. Fuck it if it was gay, Tracy decided to drop giving a shit about it. Sam was really hot whatever he or she was.<br><br><strong>"T-that sounds so lewd,"</strong> Tracy admitted, his lips curling into an uncertain smile. He had player with some toys and let a futa go back there once or twice, but never thought about cleaning that thoroughly. There wasn't that much icky stuff ever left, not enough to turn him off in any case. The idea of bending over and letting Sam clean him like a toy to be used just flipped on all the switches inside Tracy. Sam stopped Tracy from elaborating when he wrapped him in a more intimate position. Tracy looked up, his eyes again finding his. He was not used to this at all. Tracy had only went for the futas and girls that melted under his advances. Now to be on the receiving end he was caught without any defenses. He just couldn't control his reactions to Sam. Hot aroused breaths heaved out heavily from Tracy's parted lips. His gaze dropped to Sam's. That was the source of Tracy's plight. Those naughty yapping lips teasing him, turning him into a meek shivering erection that wanted to offer its butt. This wouldn't do. <br><br>Tracy slipped one hand behind Sam's lower back, the other between his shoulders and pulled him closer. His lips found Sam's. Tracy lashed out with his tongue immediately, letting Sam know that the boy he had cornered below him was just as hungry for Sam. Tracy hugged him tighter, gluing their slender bodies together. Sam was so soft. His arms, his body, his lips. Was this really a boy's body? Tracy knew he was kind of similar, but he had never imagined he felt like this. He nibbled and wrestled down Sam's mango flavored lips, trying to bait out Sam's tongue to wrestle with his own. Tracy let his hand fall from Sam's lower back and slip beneath his hoodie. His fingers dug into Sam's perfectly pliable ass flesh. "Mmmnnnh~" Tracy shifted his grip, greedily feeling up his blonde partner's rear - <em>how could any boy have thighs and ass like this?</em><br><br>His other hand traced Sam's shoulder down to his arm. Tracy couldn't pass by those flabby soft arms without giving them a grope, but he moved on quick, tracing his partner's figure through the hoodie. Tracy pulled from the kiss to breathe, <strong>"...hhhshorry ifh hhand chold..."</strong> He slipped it under Sam's shirt, traced the shape of that perfectly flat little tummy up until he found a bit of a mound.<strong> "...hmmmnnnh~" </strong>Tracy grinned through the kiss as he cupped Sam's tiny little boy tit, squeezing it gently between thumb and hand. <em>Fuck he cute. </em> The nipple had to be touched too. Tracy's fingers found it. He didn't want to be too forceful. Tracy pressed and pushed it around gently, opening his eyes half way to look at Sam's reactions. He knew his own nipples were bit of a weak point. <em>Maybe for Sam too?</em><br><br>Tracy's cock all the while had been tenting his panties and now dribbled a spot of pre on them. It was getting smudged around, making his groin feel all sorts of wet and uncomfortably aroused. If this continued and Sam began to actually grind against him he might just cum in his panties. Tracy had to break this up. He disengaged from the kiss, pulling his head deep into the sofa cushion and sliding away from Sam while letting his hands come to a rest on the boy's hips. <strong>"Hmmmn....&nbsp; &nbsp;haaaaahhh...&nbsp; &nbsp;haaahh... "</strong> This time Tracy managed bit of a grin with a shadow of his confidence returned.<strong> "I want...&nbsp; &nbsp;you. Lets fuck, but..."</strong> The shadow faded, replaced by a shyness of Tracy trying to ask for something he had thought too lewd and gay for him to dare. <strong>"...but, I mean...&nbsp; &nbsp;if you wanna show me how to clean. I-I kinda wanna try getting my butt full,"</strong> Tracy chuckled, embarrassed, but there was no going back now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>21-08-2016, 11:55:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam had gotten just the response he was hoping for. He had been teasing the idea of finding someone else to sleep with to get a better idea of how Tracy was feeling about it all, he really had no interest in going out to find someone at this time, the elements howling outside. Standing in line for a bar seemed like a very bad way to spend the night.<br><br>"T-that sounds so lewd" Was it legal being this adorable, would Tracy wind up in jail for being too cute? Maybe they could swap places, and he could become someone's prison wife? Perhaps they could go together, and he could be Tracy's prison-wife? Either way, it didn't seem like Tracy was against the idea at all, even if he seemed a bit overwhelmed. Oh well, not that that mattered, as long as he was interested. It would be his first time administering one for someone else, it would certainly be interested. Luckily, he knew "how" to do it. The goal was mostly to avoid scaring Tracy into not wanting to do it again, so taking it mostly at his phase was a given. However, the details could wait till they were in the shower together with Tracy's ass sticking out with a hose leading up into it.<br><br>Though for no, it seemed like Tracy just wanted to cuddle for a little bit, and Sam could get behind that. His right hand moved up to Tracy's neck, massaging it gently, whilst the other one ran through his hair slowly, feeling its silky touch getting combed between his fingers. He decided to take the backseat and let Tracy dictate the phase for the time being, seeing he still seemed somewhat hesitant, so whilst he let Tracy feel up his own body, he was gentle with his, just gently caressing him rather than feeling him up. That was of course until Tracy moved in for their lips to connect. Sam moved down his own lips, greeting Tracy's sweet-flavored lips with his own, and, as it was offered, he reached out his own tongue, wrestling playfully with Tracy's tongue, all whilst having his own body being felt up by his partner for the night, and hopefully many a night more. He felt Tracy's hands getting more adventurous, hands slipping in under the hoodie. His hands were a little bit cold, but it didn't matter. Sam was hot-blooded, his body was warm to the touch. The hands trailed up along his stomach, ending at his chest, eventually feeling his nipples getting gently toyed with, though it was more than enough to lead him groaning into the kiss.<br><br>Eventually though, Tracy let the kiss come to an end and fell back into the pillows. However, what was more important was that he admitted that he wanted to have sex, and what more was, he was going to let Sam hold his hand through his first through cleaning. The enthusiastic glint in Sam's eyes was unmistakable. Everything from the shine in his eyes to the broad smile screamed excitement. <strong>"Lovely!"</strong>&nbsp;He exclaimed, getting off Tracy's lap and pulling him up by one of his hands. <strong>"Up to the bathroom and undress, I'll run and get the equipment"</strong> He said, giving Tracy a firm slap on the rear to get him into gear before quickly walking into his own room, seeking out the shower kit, coming up to the bathroom a few minutes later, fully undressed, his cock half-limp, swinging around gently with each step he took. His nipples had a certain sharpness to them, as though they had been pulled out a bit. In his right hand, a shower hose with a splitter on one end, in the other hand, a small see-through bag with some nozzles that went with the hose. He went on to disconnect the hose that was already mounted in the shower, connecting the splitter instead. Normally, he'd just swap the head on the shower hose that was already there, but if they were going to do this on the occasional, he decided he could might as well just leave it there.<br><br><strong>"Let's see, what nozzle..."</strong> He thought to himself, going through the small bag, eventually pulling out one of them. About three inches long, about two fingers thick, with several small holes on the end. It had a small concave near the end to make it easier to keep in as well. There were a few other nozzles as well, one significantly thinner, with only a central hole, about two inches long, and one that was about five, and was somewhat reminiscent of a chain of anal beads, though, Sam seemed fairly confident in his pickings. <strong>"Any questions?"</strong>&nbsp;He asked with a broad smile whilst testing that the water was running as it should, proceeding to let it temper a bit so it would have the right temperature.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>21-08-2016, 15:09:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Tracy had thought he would be stealing the initiative by getting a little handsy and pulling Sam into a kiss, but no - the feisty little blonde was just infallible. Tracy could not get enough of him. He waited at the bottom of the sofa, looking up at Sam's bright face. It infected Tracy's face with a smaller more cautious smile, but lit a bigger one inside him. Tracy's groin tented a little bit through the t-shirt when he stood up. He nodded and gave a little playful yelp when Sam gave his butt a smack. Tracy hurried obediently into the bathroom, glancing back at Sam. He ran upstairs and began to quickly undress, throwing his t-shirt on the ground before the bathroom and dropping his hipsters on the tile floor. Tracy traced his legs. Did he have to give up the socks though? Nuhhuh, Sam would have to take them if he wanted them off. Tracy giggled by himself.<br><br>When Sam arrived Tracy's eyes could not avoid jumping down to the other boy's cock. His own was already fully erect, standing proudly above cleanly shaven balls and groin. He looked up at Sam's body and felt his cock twitch a little. Sam was beyond hot. He looked a bit rounder and softer than Tracy himself, but still managed to somehow have slight feminine curves. His own, wider nipples were also starting to stiffen. It felt a little unfair that Sam wasn't yet fully erect, but Tracy didn't want to interrupt him. Tracy fidgeted, trying to avoid shielding his body with his arms and just keeping them behind his back instead as he watched Sam spread out the nozzles on the mirror table and prepare the instruments of this butt invasion. <br><br>Tracy had a million questions, most pertaining to whether or not they could kiss for a bit or he could suck Sam's little limp cock for a bit, but his mind drew blank when it came to the nozzles. They would probably go into his butt. He traced his asshole with a pinky. <strong>"Uh...&nbsp; no? I guess I'll need to lie down.&nbsp; You're gonna lube those up, right?"</strong> He kind of needed to get it relaxed a bit first. Tracy took deep breaths as he positioned himself for display. <br><br>He spread a towel on the floor and went down on it, looking up at Sam all the while as he laid his back on the hard tile floor cushioned by a thin layer of fuzz. Tracy pulled his legs up towards himself from the knees, lifting his butt from the ground a bit as he spread his lower parts for easy access. He re-adjusted his grip and hugged his thighs properly to himself. His cock still stood upright, but now some distance below the balls peeked a clean little pucker, all tightly shut and twitching as Tracy focused on his anus. Tracy was starting to feel funny again. Just a moment ago he had hopped into this to try the whole gay thing, but was he really just gonna lie there all submissive and let Sam do whatever funny stuff he wanted to? Tracy bit his lip. <strong>"I'm ready. C-come on. Don't make me stay like this for too long, it's super embarrassing, and I might get cold."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 11:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam watched as Tracy got into the position he thought to be best befit for the procedure. Sam normally didn't bother laying down anymore, though, with how regularly he did it, he didn't need to "fill himself up" exactly, it was enough to let it run till it started to cause some mild discomfort, then wrap it up, shower and get back to life. It hadn't missed Sam's view that Tracy was still wearing socks, though, it admittedly didn't matter that much, it wasn't like the enema would be less efficient because his feet were not ice cold. <br><br><strong>"Turn over, it's easier if your front is down, knees to the chest"</strong> Sam said patiently, glimmering eyes resting patiently on Tracy's pristine form as he got into position, ass up into the air facing the shower cabinet. The wind was still howling, rain whipping towards the bathroom window like rocks. <br><br><strong>"That looks good. We'll use a little bit of lube to make it a bit easier, but we can't use too much, as it'll make the head a bit too lose. Just try to relax. It'll feel weird, perhaps a little uncomfortable. Tell me if you start feeling cramps"</strong><br><br>While talking, Sam had pulled out a thick silicon-based lubricant that he slowly applied to the tip of the head. He wasn't too big on silicon-based ones himself, he had to admit they had their uses. Whilst they didn't work with any of his toys, they worked excellently for sex, and for non-silicon toys, not that he possessed any.<br><br>Eventually, the time was there. Looking at Tracy's ass up in the air, it was a challenge not to throw the nozzle aside and fill his ass with his cock instead. He felt blood rushing south, the temptation was big, but he was going to be respectful, he was going to do what he said he would do. He positioned the head of the nozzle up against Tracy's anus, spinning it lightly to spread the lube out a little bit. <strong>"Alright, I'm going to start slowly pushing it in now, the first bit is the worst, so tell me if it starts to hurt, we'll take a short stop before trying again"</strong> Sam said patiently, before gently applying some pressure, feeling Tracy's splincher giving in to the gently lubricated metal nozzle. Sam slowly let it dig in, centimeter by centimeter, until it eventually reached the small concave, making itself comfortable. He could see Tracy's ass tightening up around it, hooking the nozzle in place. <br><br><strong>"There we go, the nozzle is in"</strong> Sam said, moving around so he could look at Tracy's face as best he could with his head lowered to the floor. <strong>"Ready for me to turn on the water?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>31-08-2016, 18:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>On back was no good? Tracy felt a bit embarrassed for having taken such an exposing position, half for the seductive value though he would not admit it. Meanwhile, Sam just casually dismissed it. Sam sounded so experienced. It was difficult for Tracy to read his demeanor. Tracy complied and nimbly flipped his knees on the ground, curling into a ball above them.<strong> “Like this?” </strong>It was no better than the last pose, even worse perhaps. At least face up Tracy was able to see what Sam was up to. <br><br>He hadn’t realized that the lube would make it slippery. Of course it would, but would it still get in? Tracy had always been so careful with his own ass. Every futa who had been there had gone in with almost a millimeter layer of- <strong>“O-oh? Are you already putting it in?” </strong>Tracy tried to peek up at Sam. He was a bit worried, but Sam probably had it all planned.<strong> “I’ll be okay, I think. I said I’ve put stuff in the butt before, it can’t be that different,”</strong> he added almost confidently. That last part still lingered in Tracy’s head though - <em>cramps?</em><br><br>It wasn’t that much different from toys, in the beginning anyway. <strong>“Hrm~”</strong> Tracy winced when he felt the slimy touch of a cold lubed metal head poke against his butthole. His penis twitched from anticipation. <strong>“Uhhuh, but slow. I don’t know how it works raw,” </strong>Tracy said, still unsure of how it would go. Feeling Sam apply pressure he took a deep breath and focused on accepting the nozzle, widening his ass to let it in. <strong>“Ahh…”</strong> It had been a while since anything went in there. He felt so tight. Still, the lubed tip was easy to take in. The metal body felt a bit cold though.<strong> “F-feels funny,”</strong> Tracy whispered, keeping his head down and hiding behind his hair. <strong>“Mmnn…”</strong> The metal was so sticky against his sphincter. It rubbed against his entrance way more this way. Tracy did his best to quietly accept the whole thing, muffling all would be whimpers when the head at first poked near the boy’s special spot. <br><br>He let out a relieved sigh when his ass finally got to tighten around a thinner spot. <strong>“Mmmhhh....”</strong> Tracy tried to push it out just to test it, but it wouldn’t easily plop out like the toys usually did. He tried harder. It actually felt kinda good. Kinda Sam could catch a pervy little smile on Tracy’s face before he noticed Sam peering at him. Tracy just couldn’t handle that blonde’s perma-smile. How could such a cute creature be a; a boy, and b; this assertive? <strong>“A-ah… uh…&nbsp; it…&nbsp; it feels kinda stuck. That’s good right? I-I think I’m ready,”</strong> he hoped he was.<br><br>Tracy could hear it rushing through the pipes before the water splashed against his rectum. <strong>“Hghuuu... “</strong> he let out a weird noise in response to an equally queer sensation, or lack of…&nbsp; Unexpectedly Tracy could barely feel it at all at first. There was something inside Tracy, but honestly with him being this wiggly and his butt twitches moving the hose itself around it was tough telling what was water.<strong> “Ha-hah…”</strong> Tracy chuckled, turning to look up at Sam from under his bangs.<strong> “This is…&nbsp; w-when will it start feeling-”</strong> Right there.<strong> “Uhh…”</strong> Tracy blinked. The urge to just push everything out of his butt attacked him out of the blue and quickly intensified with the water volume, but Tracy squinted his eyes, bit his lip and said,<strong> “M-more…” </strong><br><br>It didn’t hurt per say, but damn if it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. There was so much stuff in his butt sloshing around. Tracy lost a good chunk of his composure as he had to focus on keeping it in. His mouth dropped open to help pants roll out from over a stuck out tongue. It felt so irritating - the water just couldn’t get enough pressure on his naughty spot despite there being so much of it. Tracy curled his toes. His eyes locked on to stare at those pale fluffy thighs next to him to try and focus on something else. It was a mistake. Sam was too sexy. Tracy felt his erection growing harder between his feet. It was difficult to tell them apart.<strong> “Aguh… uhhuh…&nbsp; &nbsp;guuu... “ </strong>Tracy struggled to breathe. Did he put in a bit too much? W-was Sam enjoying this? Tracy spotted smooth cock between Sam’s legs. <br><br><strong>“Hg~” </strong>Tracy grunted as he suddenly pushed himself on his knees. <strong>“H-h-huuu…&nbsp; &nbsp;w-wheird…”</strong> On all fours Tracy turned towards Sam, arousal now rather clearly painting his cheeks red, hazing his gaze and keeping his little dong wobbling all stiff like. Sure this was just supposed to be something to clean his bum, but somehow Tracy just couldn’t take it anymore. <strong>“S-Shammh.. outh… phu-phull it out…”</strong> he begged putting a hand on the blonde minx’s thigh and giving him a pleading stare. <strong>“I-I think is already…&nbsp; already clean…” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>10-09-2016, 00:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Looking at Tracy's bent over form as the hose connecting him to the shower stiffened up was a beautiful sight, erotic in the truest form. The perverse joy Sam got from it felt outright outlandish. He could feel his own body throbbing with anticipation as though he was the one on his knees, though, they both knew that wasn't the case. Perhaps he would have to reward Tracy for setting up such an appealing appetizer.<br><br>While the initial bit went well, it seemed like Tracy's confidence started to falter a bit as they got further into it. While he'd left the pressure on low to lead the water being pushed through the hose as low as could be before the water either stopped or went cold, it seemed like Tracy's initial confidence had started to falter a little as the water started to leave his touch on his body.<br><br>Just to make sure he was still alright, Sam helped Tracy up in a doggy-style so he could better see the fellow boy's stomach. It still looked fine, still looked like it could take some more, and still looked like it should, in Sam's eyes anyways. However, he didn't want to scare or frustrate Tracy either, a reward for holding out was certainly in place. He moved in behind him, so that his own right hip was making contact with Tracy's left cheek. His right hand moved down to the hose to keep it in place, while his left hand moved down to Tracy's stomach, trailing over it slowly, proceeding to travel further south, grabbing a loose grip on Tracy's cock.<br><br><strong>"You're doing well, but you still got some to go... Just relax..."</strong> He said soothingly as his hand slowly started to run along Tracy's length. He'd considered flipping the fellow femboy over and blowing him, but, for now, it was more practical to just give him a handjob from behind. He leaned in over Tracy's slender form, his hand refraining from stopping, the angle changing slightly as he got closer to Tracy's long black hair. <strong>"Just relax... Think of all the naughty things we are going to do together after this... I'll be happy to do anything you want afterwards, as long as you stay calm and we finish this up properly..."</strong>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>14-09-2016, 17:14:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Tracy followed Sam’s nudges to help himself into a better position. He didn’t really question it, hoping that it was just a shift of pose to help him eject all that. Feeling Sam’s body press against his made Tracy twitch. He himself had initiated a bit of lewdness earlier, but the water inside him had consumed his focus and left him vulnerable to touch. He was so soft. <br><br><strong>“A-ah…”</strong> Tracy let out half a giggle when fingers traced over his ticklish tummy. He didn’t try to flee the touch tough. He wanted it to continue lower. Tracy knew exactly where it would heading. He had waited for this moment - Sam’s hand reached his cock. It was already hard and sensitive. He expected pleasure, to feel a rush from having Sam’s slender hand wrap around him, but no.<strong> “Nhuh~”</strong> Tracy bit down a little squeal. His cock twitched to the light touch. Sam was a mean tease. <br><br>The praise made him feel warm and happy. It brought a trembling grin on Tracy’s lips. His breaths got heavier as he felt Sam’s body against his back. Those leisure strokes were killing him, melting his brain along with the constant growing pressure in his rear. The hot whisper turned his ear bright red and brought a pearl of pre to roll out from his slit. Tracy nodded.<strong> “O-okay…&nbsp; &nbsp;I’ll be…&nbsp; &nbsp;I’ll be good,”</strong> he whispered back, trying to keep his eyes on the floor so that Sam wouldn’t see the expression he had. Anything he wanted…&nbsp; It was so fucking gay to do whatever he wanted to with another boy, but who gave a crap at this point. Sam was hotter than most the girls or futas he had met. What would he ask him to do?<br><br>An increase in pressure halted his thoughts. <strong>“Mmnngh,”</strong> Tracy’s moan was a lot quieter. He tried to muffle them all and maintain the posture that Sam had helped him into. He wanted to show that he could go through this even if his butt would burst. Tracy curled his hands into small fists and tried to concentrate. His slender frame trembled already, but he could do this. <em>Just imagine... Sam’s face between my legs, sucking…</em> He tried to imagine it, but instead saw himself looking up at tracy from between those slender smooth thighs with the other boy’s cock lodged deep in his throat. Tracy’s cock jumped up aggressively. If he didn’t stop this soon…<br><br>He had to speak up. “<strong>W-wait… Sam,”</strong> Tracy whispered. He waited to feel Sam leaning against himself before continuing, <strong>“If…&nbsp; if you continue like that I might cum before we play.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>25-09-2016, 15:52:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Tracy seemed like he was approaching his limit, in more ways than one. Sam leaned in over Tracy's smooth back, lips moving up to his earlobe. <strong>"It's fine, you can hold it..."</strong> He whispered gently, lips proceeding to envelop around the lobe of his ear, sucking and nibbling on it gently, while the hand wrapped around the throbbing member slowed its assault. After all, he couldn't let Tracy burst his load all over the bathroom floor...<br><br>He kept on like this for a little bit, before eventually letting go of Tracy's member entirely, moving up to Tracy's stomach. It felt firm, as to be expected from the amount of water that had been pushed into his system. <strong>"I think we're good now"</strong> He said gently into Tracy's ear, proceeding to stand up, stepping over to the shower again and turning off the water, the flow of water quickly halting. He left Tracy like he was for a few long seconds before stepping up in front of him, squatting down in front of his head, member resting only a few inches from his face, throbbing, firm, excited.<br><br><strong>"There we go. Before you let it out though, you have to do a few small exercises. It's either that or repeating it, but I know you can do it!"</strong> He said with a smile. <strong>"I'll be pulling out the hose now, so just clench real tight. When it's out, I want you to get up on your feet and do five star-jumps, you know how, right? You just squat down, and then jump up and spread your legs. It's to make sure the water has spread out properly, and prevent cramps. Afterwards, you can let it out in the toilet, alright?"</strong>&nbsp;He said with a lovely smile, proceeding to lean in, kissing Tracy on the cheek.<br><br>After having leaned back and stood up again, he stepped around Tracy and wrapped his hand around the hose. <strong>"Pulling it out now"</strong> Sam said calmly, looking at it, he couldn't wait to see Tracy suffer for just a little longer.<br><br>Right before he pulled it out, his hand went in for a harsh slap on Tracy's pleasantly plump rear, leaving a pretty imprint on the soft flesh while his other hand tugged out the plug, it going out quickly. He could feel the extra resistance that came with the slap, and he had been expecting that, it was all the reason he had done it. <strong>"There we go, now then, you do your jumps"</strong>&nbsp;He said in a teasing tone as he unscrewed the head and stepped over to the sink, turning up the heat on the water, watching Tracy over his shoulder while he rinsed and cleaned the "toy".<br><br><strong>"I'll leave you to it then, have fun, I'll wait in my room"</strong> He said with a smile, planting Tracy a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom, leaving the door half-open before stepping over to his own room, wondering if he should play dress-up before Tracy came back, ultimately deciding not to, instead pulling out a good bottle of lubricant and some candles that he lit a few places around in the room, proceeding to toy around with his phone while waiting for Tracy to finish up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>28-09-2016, 22:56:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Breaths heavy enough to border soft moans heaved out from Tracy’s parted lips as Sam slowed the tugging his cock. The soft tongue and lips teasing his ears drew his mind away from the crotch. Such a gentle and loving caress made Tracy’s heart confused. His bowels were so full, ass was throbbing, he wanted to let it out, but Sam made him want this to go on forever. The blonde withdrawing and stepping away immediately got Tracy turning his gaze up to follow. He wanted Sam’s touch back, right now. A cock appeared right in front of his nose. Tracy’s eyes widened to focus on it. His judgement was starting to suffer. If he just leaned forward a little…&nbsp; Tracy opened his mouth, but shook it off. He had to endure a few more moments. <br><br>Tracy listened to Sam’s instructions on all fours as quiet and obedient as the filled tummy allowed him to. He worried a little if he could keep it in and had a desperate dumbfounded smile break on his lips at the mention of jumps.<strong> “Y-you’re just making fun of me now.”</strong> Tracy frowned. He would probably still do it just to make sure. It was so difficult to tell from Sam’s face if he was lying or not, but the little peck on the cheek kind of convinced Tracy that surely Sam meant good. <br><br>His butt was shivering a bit in anticipation. Tracy clenched his asshole the moment he heard Sam say the words. <strong>“Ready-Ah!”</strong> the boy let out a sharp shriek, throwing his head back and arching his back at the unexpected pain. He barely even noticed the plug leaving, only the immense need to let it all out that followed after mixing in with the warm pain spreading from one cheek. <strong>“Unghhh…”</strong> Tracy groaned, leaning his face down and taking a moment to gather himself. He could feel a little bit about to slip out, and he had to do hops now? What if some came out in front of Sam. He would never hear the end of it. <br><br>Face red and limbs trembling, Tracy kept his knees together as he stood up. He couldn’t quite manage eye contact with those smug green orbs smiling at him. <em>Am I really going to do this?</em> Tracy held on to the edge of the table, questioning Sam’s ‘advice’. Although, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be bullied by him. Tracy snapped his neck back upright and forced himself to move. <strong>“Hup!”</strong> He crouched down, got back up and jumped into an X, pursing his lips from the effort of keeping the ass clenched shut. He could feel his tummy sloshing up and down. <strong>“Hgnh,”</strong> Tracy muffled a squeal. The dark silky hair fluttered about as he did another few jumps, each making him wince more than the last. Suddenly it felt like it all would come out. Tracy stopped and plucked himself with a finger.<strong> “Ah… S-Sam it’s-”</strong> The kiss froze him, just for long enough for Sam to make it out. Tracy rushed over to the toilet, letting out an orgasmic groan as his face twisted to look lewd and stupid. <br><br>A few moments were spent on the toilet. Tracy had no idea how long. His erection had flopped a bit, but that felt good in a way. Also…&nbsp; he placed a hand on his tummy. The clean feeling of lightness somehow filled him with energy.<strong> “Hehe,”</strong> he giggled. Sam was there waiting wasn’t he? The thought made his cock sprang back up immediately. Knowing that he would soon be wrecked with nervousness if he hesitated Tracy left the bathroom and hurried into Sam’s room. <br><br><strong>“Uhm....”</strong> He stood at the door, eyeing the blonde boy sprayed on the bed. <em>Fuck if there had been guys like that before I’d have been gay from the get go.</em> He hadn’t had much chance to admire Sam from the bathroom floor, but now his eyes feasted on the slender curves, the slightly toned abs and those soft perfectly smooth legs and arms. That smile was too much. Tracy’s lips curled into a shy little grin as he fought to maintain eye contact. He had been given a ‘do anything’ card earlier, yet now after having his ass cleaned up and both of them naked the few meter distance felt much harder to cross than the short distance on that sofa before. It was as if every step further emphasized that he was some kinda pervert who really wanted Sam to take his ass. He had already been tricked into being the one to have his rear cleaned for penetration. <br><br>Tracy made it over to Sam and leaned into him, awkwardly tangling himself on his lap. <strong>“Why you make me so horny,”</strong> Tracy whispered. As he tackled Sam into the bed he went straight for a kiss. He couldn’t stay away from those soft lips. <strong>“Mnnngh… mmmmmh~”</strong> He went at it again like a hungry animal, wrestling with the soft bits unti he got Sam out to take control of his tongue and lips. <em>So soft…</em> Tracy’s body rested against Sam’s, their penises squished against their lower abs. He let them be for now, tracing Sam’s naked body with his hands and tangling his legs with Sam’s. His hands felt and squeezed everywhere, unable to decide what bit felt the best when it was all so soft and smooth. The arms, the pecs, the abs, hips, butt and face, Tracy just couldn’t get enough. This arousal and desire for Sam just couldn’t be satisfied, not like this.<br><br>After a good while of heatedly grinding and groping through the kiss Tracy pulled out. Hot pants rolled out from across his tongue, his eyelids hung low - the light brown eyes stared down needily.<strong> “<span style="font-size: smaller;" class="bbc_size">Do me…</span>” </strong>Tracy swallowed, fixing the broken whispery tone,<strong> “Do me. Fhuck me.”</strong> Tracy dropped off of Sam and fell on his back, spreading his legs and reaching down to stretch his ass cheeks apart. <strong>“Come on…”</strong> Tracy felt his ass twitching in anticipation. He looked absolutely horny for cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>24-10-2016, 18:11:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>Sam was waiting patiently for Tracy to finish up. He knew purging the water could take time, so he tried his best to not let his impatience get to him, as tempting as it was. It was like waiting for a cake to bake so you could eat it, you knew it was there, getting ready, but you couldn't have it. Not yet, it had to finish.<br><br>However, sooner than expected, Tracy made his return. Sam had settled on the broad bed in his room, laying stretched out on his stomach, legs resting atop of each other, trailing up to a beautiful perky ass with accompanying broad hips. He could hear the sound of the door creaking open, followed by a horny roommate. Sam rolled over and sat up in the bed, smiling cheekily, tapping his lap, meaning for Tracy to come closer.<br><br>He soon found himself tackled by Tracy's slender frame, pushing him back into the bed, pinned between his bedsheets and the amazingly attractive figure grinding against him. He could feel everything from Tracy's heartbeats to the throbs coming from his cock, the throbbing being greeted by that of his own member, while he playfully fought around with Tracy's sweet tongue. His lips were sweet, soft, gentle. He could mildly taste the alcohol from earlier in his breath, but it didn't mind, he suspected his was the same. He let Tracy's hands trail over his own body while his own hands trailed towards Tracy's ass, wanting to feel the soft flesh yet again after having loved the sensation of the slap he gave it earlier. It was soft, cushiony, but still firm, soft, and tight. Just the way it should be.<br><br>Hearing Tracy beg to get fucked left Sam burning, he could hardly wait, if he hadn't been horny enough earlier, he certainly was now. If Tracy hadn't already rolled off him, there was no doubt in his mind he would've pushed him over.<br><br>Sam proceeded to get in between Tracy's legs, picking up the bottle of lubricant. <strong>"Normally we'd loosen you up a bit, but I think it should be fine as is"</strong> He twisted off the cap of the water based lubricant, letting the thick mass slowly pool up in his palm. It had a slight whiteness to it, just like semen, and had a nice stringy feel to it. It felt nice and slippery in his hand, yet it had a good hold, all the qualities it needed to be good for what it would be used for. He rubbed his own cock down in it, proceeding to reach down between Tracy's asscheeks with the excess in his palm, stroking it over Tracy's crack, proceeding to dry off the rest with a towel, before stepping closer, grabbing Tracy's delicious thighs, pushing them a bit further up to give himself a better angle, letting Tracy place them before letting go, moving his right hand down to his cock, guiding it by the base to the entrance of Tracy's tight ass.<br><br>He proceeded to apply pressure with his hips. The head slipped in, and after that, it felt as though he was riding on a wide open road. He smiled as he pushed a bit harder, his cock easily slipping in till he felt it practically hammering at a wall. Could it possibly be? Could he have magically hit Tracy's prostate with the first push, just like that? He felt hopeful, albeit not completely convinced, though, only time could tell.<br><br>Soon thereafter he began to slowly thrust his hips, feeling the lubricant make it easy to glide through the soft, warm innards of Tracy's anus. He could feel it twitching when he moved, it would appear as though Tracy was enjoying it, how perfect wasn't that. <strong>"I'll go a bit faster, tell me if it becomes too much"</strong> He said, a firm smirk painted on his lips as he started to slowly escalate his speed to a decent rhythm. It felt tight, but not impossibly so, he had no trouble moving in and out of the throbbing tunnel. He lowered himself till his lips were only an inch and a half from Tracy's, giving him a wink before diving down on to those sweet lips, resuming the contact they had earlier, his tongue sneaking in between Tracy's lips, seeking out his tongue, starting to toy around it while he felt warm sensations whip around in his body, it made him wonder if Tracy's ass really was so amazing it'd make him cum that quickly. However, it seemed like they had been very compatible till now, perhaps it just proved how perfect Tracy was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 20:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div>Tracy lay on his back fidgeting impatiently as Sam moved between his legs to tower above him. <strong>"It's fine. It's fine,"</strong> Tracy insisted, trying to hurry him up, <strong>"I sleep with plug every now and then, it's ready."</strong> Ready and really thirsty for the slender blonde's cock. Tracy could hardly wait for Sam to get himself all slick and slippery. His eyes lusted for the pretty cock as it came to glisten with lube. Tracy felt his mouth dry. He really wanted to actually suck that right now, but then he also really wanted it in his ass. The excess wetness being smeared against between his cheeks made Tracy gently push his butt against Sam's palm. He was eager to help his legs apart as Sam spread them wider still. Tracy planted his socks against the back of Sam's lower back. Sam had a perfect trajectory to follow through into the secret folds between the perfectly smooth ass cheeks. Tracy let out a little whimper. He had never felt this exposed with another boy. He had thought it would be way too gay, but really with Tracy it was just like fucking a futa if not even better. Not futa was this fricking cute. Tracy did his best to invite the blonde to push him down and use him, moving his hands up above his head and digging his fingers into the sheets. He arched his lower back, preparing for it. <br><br><strong>"A-ah..."</strong> Feeling the slippery cock head brush his anus elicited a trembling gasp from Tracy. His cock and butt hole both throbbed as Sam began to push in. <strong>"Hhuuhh... uuhh..."</strong> The hole wanted to tighten, but Tracy tensed his pucker and opened it up. With his butt empty he didn't need to be afraid. He could 'push' with all his might.<strong> "Whoah! S-so easy..."</strong> It already slipped in?! Tracy's expression twitched, changing slowly from surprise to a lewd little smirk as the feeling of cock filling up his rear fully settled in. It barely hurt at all and what little hint of pain there was quickly settled, fading behind the pleasure that Sam was slowly inching into deeper into him. A wider part stretching through made Tracy let out a low appreciative moan. The initial slide in quickly came to a halt. Where exactly Sam's cockhead tried to go was easy enough to read on Tracy's face as the dark haired femboy squirmed, biting his lip. He locked his ankles behind the blonde. <strong>"Hiik, haaah! Sam, fhuu... haahh fhurther..." </strong>Tracy begged. Having the soft throbbing head rest and poke against the tiny little sensitive pillow felt good, but Tracy was greedy. He wanted it thoroughly fucked, not gently poked at.<br><br>Tracy let out a groan as Sam slipped in, filling his rear, <strong>"Hnngh... ghuh..."</strong> He breathed deep, focusing on how the cock throbbed against his entrance and walls. Sam wasn't thick enough for him to hurt. Some futa girl he had let in on his first try had been way worse. The blonde's smooth cock was just the perfect match for his own butt; big enough for him to feel stretched and filled enough that he couldn't quite get used to the feeling. Tracy moved his hips around gently, properly relishing the feeling of it moving around and stroking his insides. His eyes fell from wandering around the ceiling back to Sam. <strong>"Oh...&nbsp; ohkay, ahh... faster,"</strong> he panted. <br><br>The first stroke he could handle. It sent his body wiggling up a bit and coaxed a little 'unf' from Tracy. Realizing where the stroke would widen him and how Sam pushing back in made his tip stroke against his back wall made Tracy's cock twitch in response. The poor thing flapped freely on his stomach, flopping from side to side with each throb, oozing a bit of pre from the tip. <strong>"Nnhh...&nbsp; fhuuck ith feelsh good,"</strong> Tracy giggled, lifting his eyes up again just in time to see Sam's hair trickle on top of him as the boy leaned down for a kiss. "Mmmmh~" He hadn't had quite enough of those yet. Tracy submitted his mouth to Sam's soft little lips, letting them pry open his mouth and take his tongue for a ride. He closed his eyes and threw himself into the pleasure. <br><br><strong>"Nnnhaah..."</strong> Every little moan and whimper that would come to him Tracy let out into the kiss. He sought out Sam's tongue with needy desperation whenever it threatened to stop putting him down. He pulled Sam closer with his legs, almost preventing Sam from humping into him, but at least making sure he could never quite pull all the way out. Tracy squeezed his pucker tight, let it loosen and squeezed again in a sloppy rhythm that at times made him tighten mid thrust when Sam was pushing through his widest part. His own cock was in turns twitching in the pocket of hot sweaty air between their flat tummies and at times squished between their tensed abs as the thrust went hip deep. He bent his hip upwards, tilting Sam's fucking angle slightly and properly gluing himself against the blonde. With their bodies sliding against each other Tracy felt his erect nipple briefly brush Sam's. He had tried his hardest to keep his hands up and out of this but that was the final straw. Tracy brought his arms down and began groping and stroking Sam. His hands ran down the blonde's chest, squeezed at those soft pecs and slender cushiony biceps. One hand reached behind his back, taking a big grab at Sam and digging nails in there when one lucky thrust brushed against his prostate with almost the whole cock's length. Another bead of pre pushed the last one to slide off his tip and leave a wet stain on Sam's tummy. Tracy could feel the pressure begin to build up. <strong>"Ngh... Fhahssther!"</strong> he mumbled huskily into their kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 20:23:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>There was something about fucking Tracy that made it feel as though it was his first time getting fucked by another guy. Perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him, considering that Tracy had indirectly admitted to never having had sex with another guy, and more importantly seeming to be mildly against it. Luckily there were exceptions to every rule, or his dick wouldn't be snugly buried inside of Tracy's soft fleshy insides.<br><br>That being said, with the knowledge of this being Tracy's first time with another guy, Sam was quite baffled when he started to almost incoherently beg for him to go faster. Maybe Tracy was a bigger slut for taking it up his rear than what Sam had first guessed. Not that he minded, provided he could actually deliver, it hadn't been very often he'd been the one to do the humping, especially so when it came to anal. It was far more exhausting than what he could remember, though, that might've just been for the lengthy break since the last time he'd been on the giving side. Oh well, he wasn't going to back down from Tracy's request. He'd been planning to change sheets soon anyways, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad if they had themselves a good lengthy fucking too before they went in the washer.<br><br>Though, the more he tried to go faster, the more he felt like the position was a major inconvenience. As romantic and cute as it was, it wasn't that fantastic for reaching deep and rapidly into Tracy's depths. He was limited by both his own length and how fast he could move his hips, though that went for any position. It didn't get any easier when he found himself leg-locked by Tracy though. He did what he could for moving his hips, though being locked up against Tracy, combined with feeling his own orgasm drawing ever closer with how pristinely the insides of Tracy's ass waved around his throbbing cock. He didn't want to be the first one to cum, but damn did Tracy try to make him.<br><br>Eventually though, he knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. If he couldn't get Tracy completely over the edge with just anal, he'd offer to give him head, though going by the moist droplets that made for a slick surface between Tracy's cock and his stomach, perhaps there was hope in the end of the tunnel. Hoping that there was, Sam decided to give it his all at delaying his own orgasm, purposefully slowing down when he felt himself getting too close to his edge, whilst still trying to both push hard against Tracy's hips. While he didn't have much more of a pointer than reading Tracy's body language, perhaps the increased tightness around his cock was enough of a give-away, because eventually, Sam couldn't hold back, and in one last hard push, he buried his slender cock as deep into Tracy as he could in his somewhat awkward position and let go of the reins, groaning in delight as he felt the familiar sensation of cumming flush through his body in pulses, each little pulse he moved a little, though, with how good it felt, he was having a hard time moving much before it became too intense and he had to stop moving, simply not having the willpower to force his hips to continue going at Tracy's delightful ass.<br><br>Luckily, his idea of Tracy's progress wasn't that far off, as when he finally started to crawl down from the peak he had reached, he noticed how much moister it had become between their stomaches, only possible reason in Sam's mind being that the pulsing sensation had indeed been Tracy letting go and cumming. He felt sweaty, he was panting, his dick was still stiff and deeply buried within Tracy's still pulsing insides, but he couldn't help but crack a smile. <strong>"So, did your first time with a boy leave you with a taste for more?"</strong> He asked, planting another quick kiss on Tracy's lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 23:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div><em>He actually did? He actually-</em><strong> "Oh! Ahg- Fhuaah! Ahhh~ Yes! Af-huuckfuckfuck...&nbsp; Ohw..."</strong> Tracy moaned when Sam replied to his request with his body. His tight little pucker could not recall a dicking like this. Sure it had been stretched wider once or twice, but not whilst Tracy was drowning in such heightened arousal. He didn't seem to realize that Sam couldn't go deeper. The pressure on his cock and rear were about to explode him. All he cared was to make sure he didn't go away.<strong> "Samm! Hhaahhh! Sam!"</strong> Tracy shouted, tightening his embrace around the blonde.<br><br>There it was. <strong>"Hgnh-hmng~"</strong> Tracy winced, biting his lip. He couldn't handle it. Another hump pushed him over the edge. <strong>"Mhah! Commihhh... hhaah...&nbsp; a-"</strong> Tracy whined through heavy breaths and moans. His hips trembled under the overwhelming pleasure. An unconstrained orgasm just washed through his cock. Tracy didn't try to hold it in, nor could he have at this point. <strong>"Mhhh..."</strong> Sandwiched between the two's tummies Tracy's cock spit out out splurts of sticky. Tracy could hazily feel some droplets all the way up on his chest. <strong>"Mhah-ah..."</strong> More just kept coming out. It didn't help that his anus chose on its own to squeeze Sam and make the cock lodged in his ass feel even bigger. Every little wiggle Sam made elicited another whimpery moan from Tracy.<br><br>Tracy's hands slid off of Sam as he receded to lie limp on the bed. His chest heaved up and down fast, cum still dripping along his skin. He didn't much care how he looked then. Tracy lazily drew a hand across his body, smearing some of the cum around as he tried to bring a hand over to his face - it got left halfway just to rest over one nipple. There was still a cock throbbing in his ass and spreading it wide. Sam's voice pulled Tracy's attention back up to the grin hovering above him. The words made his ears burn almost as hard as his loins already were. The kiss was the final nail. He didn't mind Sam being a boy at all at this point, or rather Sam was just ten times hotter because he was a boy too. At last Tracy managed to stare back into the happy green pools that watched his lewd post orgasm state. <br><br><strong>"A-uh..."</strong> he mumbled, voice still shaky. <strong>"Good...&nbsp; I-I mean great. Amazing... Fuck...&nbsp; Y-you're still hard? Ha-ha..."</strong> Tracy chuckled. He was both amazed at Sam's stamina as well as well as a little sorry. Poor Sam. Tracy didn't want to hog all the pleasure. He wanted Sam to join him in this bliss. He reached up to brush Sam's cheek, too deep in the sweaty ass fucking to care how gay he was being. <strong>"Did... Did you like it too? You can go on. Finish where you like, or ahm... if you like I can also suck you off," </strong>Tracy offered. His own floppy cock stirred already to the lewd offer and to the continuous stimulation of his butt. Tracy decided to put up his best effort to please Sam. He squeezed one of his pecs and ran fingers through his hair, spreading them wide on the sheets. <strong>"I don't mind if you want to be rougher, just make me feel like your bitch." </strong><strong>The slip...</strong> Tracy's heart skipped a beat. No going back now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 00:14:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AySVdt8.png)</div>The legality of Tracy's adorableness was highly debatable, but that being said, he would gladly become a criminal to have a piece of it. Just the shaky words that left the still ecstatic boy underneath him was plenty to fill Sam with newfound determination and energy. <br><br><strong>"Too late, I guess you didn't notice, but your ass has a nice load of my cum in it"</strong>&nbsp;Sam said, giving Tracy a quick kiss on the cheek. <strong>"I'm gonna need a moment, it's been a while since I was on top, I'd completely forgotten how tiring it is"</strong> He said with a small chuckle as his slender, glistening cock slowly escaped from the tight fleshy hole it had earlier been buried. It was still gently dripping on to the sheets, and a few drops hit Tracy's stomach as he sat up. <strong>"You know, maybe there's something in what you said about loving sex being better than casual sex"</strong> He gave Tracy a wink and stood up on his knees, a pair of fingers trailing over the mess of Tracy's stomach, licking it off his fingers. His stomach was covered in it too, but he didn't seem to care much of it.<br><br><strong>"I'm just gonna go get myself something to drink"</strong> He said, stepping towards the door, giving his plump rear cheeks a firm slap that echoed through the room as his shapely hips swayed out and left the door open as he walked down to the kitchen, pouring himself another small drink, downing it in a single gulp.<br><br>Oh, the blinds were open. Oh well, it was too dark outside anyways. He stepped up towards them and looked out a bit. There was the occasional umbrella rushing through the rain, but other than that, the streets were vacant. There were lights in the crossing apartments, and the blinds were open for that sake, but he couldn't see anyone. Oh well, their loss, not his. He poured himself a quick sip of just coke before walking up the stairs again, stretching his arms out. He felt like he could do with a shower, but who cared, they could shower together later, and then they could snuggle up in Tracy's bed since his own was likely already sullied, and would likely get worse as the night went on.<br><br>As he returned to the bedroom, he had cleaned off his cock and what mess he had left on his stomach. He had a bottle of water in his left hand, it lacked a tiny bit from it from the sip he had felt so inclined to take while getting back to the room, to flush down the aftertaste of the coke. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he first got in, left leg soon lifting up to the side of the bed, resting the foot on top of his other knee as he leaned back and twisted to look at Tracy. <strong>"As tempting as your offer is, I'm normally the, what should one say... For the lack of a less crude term, the one taking the dicks up my ass"</strong> He said with a small laugh. <strong>"That's what got me into dressing like a girl in the first place, attracting guys, or futas for that sake"</strong><br><br>Oh sweet memories of many a sexual venture. Some partners he missed more than other, but he knew that Tracy would likely be etched down in history. That was, provided that he was as good at giving as he was at receiving. <strong>"However..."</strong> He crawled up on the bed, before twisting around so his back was facing Tracy. He was on his knees, but lifted his upper body enough to let his hands dig into his soft, plump rear cheek and spread them apart, revealing a tight splincher. <strong>"Perhaps having a taste of what giving feels like could awaken a taste for more?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old House is Trapped [Sain &amp; Lynnette] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>17-11-2016, 00:34:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/__original_drawn_by_ban__ad1473e0aba4757c835d5f1dfef3b893_zpsclxi5bxf.jpg)</div><strong>"T-too late?"</strong> Tracy looked confused. He had not noticed the cum yet, no. Tracy looked away from Sam, embarrassed that he had asked for something like that with his ass already full. <strong>"Ah...&nbsp; shit, um... 'kay. Thanks..."</strong> Tracy squinted when Sam leaned in for another quick kiss on his cheek. He nodded in agreement and let out a little moany whimper as Sam began to pull out, <strong>"Ngh... fhuh..."</strong> Now he could feel it. Even with the cock out there was a little something making his opening wet. Tracy felt another wave of arousal through his still recovering loins when Sam stood up to dribble some cum on him. The view from below was beyond hot. <br><br>Tracy was not mentally in a good place to receive Sam's surprise attack. The words hit him deep. <em>Loving sex better?! What did he mean?</em> The dark haired boy's lips pursed into an uncertain frown. He shivered to Sam's touch, suddenly feeling it a bit differently now than before. His heart danced to a frantic tune. Did Sam just confess that he liked him? Was it just teasing? In the brief time that Tracy had known his roomie as anything other than a cute blonde girl he had seen enough evicence to back that up. The moment they had decided to go further than cuddle and drink on the sofa he had felt like he had no control of his body and lust, but now...&nbsp; his heart too? Sam was fast taking every ounce of reasong form hin. <br><br><strong>"Oh, sure. Okay,"</strong> Tracy replied absentmindedly, quickly glancing up from the sheets to look up. The perky ass bouncing away with each step kept his eyes captive until it slipped behind the corner. <br><br>Tracy let out a sigh of relief. <strong>"Phuuuuhhh..."</strong> He sat up, holding his head. Tracy sniffed and let out a sobby whimper, <strong>"Shit... shit..."</strong> This wasn't supposed to happen after one fucking. Not after his first time. Not with his ass still drooling another guy's cum. Why was it like this? Tracy gripped his peck. There was a terrible shameful pressure on his chest, a feeling he was trying to repress from bursting out. Sam had just been joking, right? He didn't really mean it. He had said that he just wanted to play around and not have anything serious, right? Besides starting to fall for someone after fucking once was the lamest thing ever. Not that Tracy really had many competitors in that respect with what embarrassing things he had slipped out earlier.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hhaaah... shit, need to calm... calm down,"</strong> Tracy huffed, standing up. <strong>"Uah..."</strong> He had to support himself against the wall. His legs were all wobbly and shaky. <strong>"Calm down..."</strong> <em>How?</em> Tracy had no time. He could hear Sam's footsteps through the rain hitting the roof. He didn't want to look like he was up to something suspicious so Tracy jumped back into the sheets, assuming a lounging pose.<br><br>His eyes were ready to look up at Sam. <em>Cute...</em> The blonde just kept getting cuter. Tracy tried to give him a confident smile. His ears began burning again when Sam brought back to mind the offer he had given.<strong> "Ehh-he-he..."</strong> Tracy chuckled weakly. <strong>"I usually actually do the dicking hehe... but somehow just..."</strong> Somehow what? Should I say it... Tracy let out a wavering breath through his parted lips. He was robbed the chance to continue as Sam began moving.<br><br>That view...&nbsp; Gulping, Tracy remembered that his throat was parched. His eyes were wide, cheeks red and cock upright once more. He began to crawl towards Sam in a haze.<strong> "Water..."</strong> Tracy mumbled, reaching for the bottle over Sam's body. His cock poked one ass cheek as the greedily gulped down a several mouthfuls, spilling some on his chin and down on Sam below. <strong>"Phuah...&nbsp; Okay. Yes, I would really like to give it a taste,"</strong> Tracy admitted as he moved back behind Sam's ass and leaned down. He lay down on his tummy and to bring his face right up Sam's bum. <br><br>Tracy grabbed one cheek and one thigh to help pull himself closer to that tight little pucker. <strong>"Haaahhnnn..." </strong>he groaned, sticking out a wet pink tongue towards the hole. Tracy poked the tip of his tongue into the little crater. <strong>"Nnhhh... Mmmmmh..."</strong> Not close enough. He pulled his nose right up against Sam's crack. The hole was tight. Tracy pushed harder. His tiny little tongue slowly forced open a path and dug through the sphincter. <em>Deeper!</em> <strong>"Nhh! Hn!"</strong> It plopped through. His tongue was being pressed on all sides, but he got through! Tracy would've smiled if he had control of his lips. Instead he closed his eyes to focus and poked deeper, trying to reach as far as he could, licking the walls of Sam's rear entrance as he did. Tracy didn't know if he could reach the bump he was looking for, but he kept on digging, exploring Sam's anus until he felt the tip of his tongue brush a wall that felt different. <br><br>He tried his best putting pressure on it and massaging it, ignoring his own throbbing hard-on to try and do his best pleasuring Sam. One of his wandering hands trailed down, finding the cock that had just filled his own rear. Tracy grabbed on with tips of his fingers and began feeling, groping Sam's length to find a spot he could massage. He had all but forgotten the earlier confusion and doubt. Now that he had Sam here everything would be fine if he only repaid even a fraction of the pleasure he had been given. <br><br>Feeling the ass loosen Tracy pulled out. <strong>"Mmhh... Uhhh..."</strong> He let his tongue loll out for a bit and lifted his torso up to rest on his arms so he could see Sam's face. <strong>"Sam," </strong>Tracy began with a voice husky from all the licking and moaning,<strong> "G-get deeper on the bed. I wanna fuck you now. You'll fall off the edge."</strong> <br><br>He didn't let go of Sam's ass and followed, crawling after and standing up on his knees behind Sam when the blonde got into a good position. Tracy pulled the hole wider with his thumbs. <strong>"O-oh... sorry! A second!"</strong> He quickly reached for the lube and splurted out some directly on his cock. Tracy spread it with a few strokes, pushed some into Sam's ass and smeared rest on the blonde's cock. <strong>"Okay, get ready I'm gonna... A-ahhh...&nbsp; Aaaahhhhh...&nbsp; uufhhhmmmmmnnn..."</strong> Tracy's words trailed into a moan as he pushed in, inch by inch. <br><br>Lubed and prepped he slipped in easily into the tight fleshy confines of that perfect butt. <strong>"Ahhh..." </strong>Tracy leaned his head back. It was just perfect. He began pulling out again.<strong> "SHhhhiiit! Ahhhn!"</strong> Even better! He thrust back in and groaned. The view below him was perfect. A slender back, big butt and long light hair. It was like he was fucking a girl, but he knew that the cutie moaning below him was anything but. Tracy reached down over Sam's thighs for the lubed cock swinging lonely to the slowly accelerating pistoning. He took it in his palm, thumb against the head, and began squeezing in a desperate attempt to make Sam's cock not feel neglected. <strong>"SAmmm--mhh! I-aahh... ca-can't see youh...&nbsp; does it feel-Mhg... good?"</strong>
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