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octuscle · 3 months

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Allez les bleus

Frederique, Marcel and Luc had to go to Berlin on business. They were all really looking forward to the trip. Although there was a lot to do - the three of them were assisting a French bank with the takeover of a German start-up by a French tech group - they were spending a few days without their wives and children. Frederique's children were already at university, which made the other two, whose children were still of primary school and children's card age, quite envious.

After landing in Berlin, there was a culture shock. None of them were soccer fans. They all played tennis or golf, Marcel had been quite a successful lacrosse player until he had to give up the sport two years ago at the age of 30 due to a knee injury. They hadn't realized that the European Football Championship was being held in Germany. The airport was decorated with UEFA posters, fans from all over the world were walking through the terminal, the cab rank was empty and the three of them had to take the S-Bahn into the city center.

They were surrounded by cheerful fans. Most of them were no longer sober. But all in a good mood. In their suits with their laptop bags and wheeled suitcases, the three of them were absolute strangers on the train. Even though the atmosphere was good, they were annoyed. They had already had a long day at work before they boarded the plane. They had actually been looking forward to a quiet evening. And not an odyssey on a crowded train.

The next shock came when they arrived at their hotel. It wasn't really a hotel. More like a bed and breakfast. In the middle of Berlin's gay district. The streets were not only decorated with the flags of the nations taking part in the European Championships, but also with rainbow flags. The pubs in the area mostly had black-taped windows and were obviously aimed at a fetish clientele. But even here, there were screens outside, people drinking beer and watching a football match. The atmosphere was great. But the three of them had imagined something different. This wasn't the Sofitel they usually stayed at. Whoever had booked this hotel would be ready for a rant. But now the three of them just wanted to go to bed. Looking for something to eat here for dinner was too exhausting for them at this time of night. They agreed on that. And drinking a beer on the street? Not on your life!

When Luc arrived in his room, he had to grin. Yes, this really wasn't what he was used to. But he'd never had a room with a sling in it either. In addition to the usual things, the bathroom also contained lubricant and condoms. Luc sent a picture to the WhatsApp group he had with Frederique and Marcel. Marcel replied with a picture of an Andreas cross. And Frederique sent a picture of a flyer that had been lying on his pillow:

"Yes, I got that too," wrote Marcel. Obviously a voucher for a beer in a pub down the street. "So, are you up for it?" "Tomorrow," Frederique replied. "I'm just too tired." The three of them wished each other a good night. Marcel put the contents of his suitcase in the cupboard. And there were soccer shorts and a jersey in the wardrobe. With a note saying "Welcome to UEFA Euro 2024" on it. "If you want to have fun, help yourself!". Marcel thought about it. He had googled that Spain were playing Italy today. Maybe not a bad game… He tried out the outfit. It looked a bit silly with his Hogan sneakers. It was also a bit tight and the pants were really short. But now to go downstairs, have a beer and watch the second half? Why not?

The atmosphere was great. The beer tasted better than expected. The second one too. And after the third, he had to piss. The pub's toilet was tiled in black. The lighting with black light was more than dim. Marcel could hear from the stalls that men were clearly having sex there. He just grinned. He was having fun. He took his cock out of his soccer shorts to pee. And before he knew it, a clean-shaven skinhead was kneeling in front of him and greedily opening his mouth. Shit, what the hell? thought Marcel and pissed in his open face. And then had his cock sucked.

When Marc came into the breakfast room the next morning, his two French colleagues were already sitting at the table. As usual, they were both as fit as a fiddle. Marc felt a little uncomfortable in his jeans and tight-fitting T-shirt, which showed off his body and tattoos to good effect. Hehehehehe, he thought. But these two will hardly feel comfortable in a gay guesthouse. And shit, he worked for a fintech start-up. That was a different world to the venerable BNP. The three of them went through the agenda again before leaving for Marc's employer. Marc was a developer and web designer. Numbers were not necessarily his world. But because he spoke fluent French, he had been assigned to look after the two investment bankers. It didn't matter, Frederique in particular was a hot DILF. There were worse fates… A ten-hour day, for example. Marc knew that they probably wouldn't be back at the boarding house before 9 pm. Then France played the Netherlands. The top match of the day. Surely the two of them would want to see that.

It was 9.10 p.m. when Marc was finally back in his room. He hurriedly put on his soccer outfit. He loved the knee-length soccer socks. They accentuated his shapely calves perfectly. The three of them had a date downstairs on the street. Marc had organized a high table in his local pub almost directly in front of the screen. He ordered three beers and waited. Damn it, Frederique had actually put on the outfit provided by the guesthouse. As Marc had suspected, he was in really good shape. Perhaps too well for the jersey that was stretching dangerously across Frederique's chest. Luc had only taken off his jacket and was still in his office outfit. He really wasn't interested in soccer at all. He took his beer from the table and walked a few steps away from the bar so that he could talk to his wife and children on the phone without being disturbed.

Frederique was in a good mood. He had drunk three beers by the half-time break. Marc hadn't managed that. And so he followed Frederique to the toilet at some point to relieve the pressure on his bladder. With a bit of luck, the horny skinhead from last night would be back. He loved it when a hot guy had Marc's piss flowing out of the corner of his mouth. When he arrived downstairs at the toilets, he could already see his piss face. Marc got ready. And grinned all over his face. That was definitely Frederique fucking a Dutch fan in one of the toilet cubicles.

When Fred and Marc came to breakfast together, Luc barely raised an eyebrow. He didn't care that they were both dressed far too casually for his taste. He wasn't a start-up hipster. He was just providing them with the fresh money they needed to expand. And Luc and his employer were making a good profit. No, he raised an eyebrow because they both came out of Marc's room. Fred almost naked, in just his soccer shorts. He disappeared straight back into his own room, only to sit down at the breakfast table a few minutes later, dressed more or less appropriately. Luc sighed and turned his attention back to the messages on his cell phone.

Fred and Marc were used to having to work on Saturday. They liked that about their job. Work hard, party hard. And with the new work lifestyle, the boundaries between work and leisure, between colleagues and friends, were becoming increasingly blurred anyway. If this had the effect of Fred shagging Marc in the loo in between, neither of them complained. But today they urged Luc to finish work reasonably on time. They definitely wanted to watch the Turkey-Portugal game. It was interesting from a footballing point of view, but above all they were looking forward to the hot Turkish fans. Hairy, muscular… Especially Marc's taste. But Frederique didn't mind fucking a hot, hairy ass either. If necessary, he sucked a circumcised cock first. Shit, he loves the Turks for the fact that they always keep their balls and cocks slick. Luc wasn't at the reception at 5:30 pm as arranged. When Fred knocked on his door, he opened it. On the phone. Still in his suit. Fred went to the wardrobe and pulled out the soccer outfit. "Come on, loosen up for once. It's Saturday night!" Luc smiled painfully. He pulled the door shut. And after a few minutes, still on the phone, he stepped out of his room in his soccer outfit. The two of them dragged him down to the street, Marc organized three beers and the party could begin.

Shit, some of those footballers are really fucking hot, Luc kept thinking to himself. No wonder he kept building a clearly visible tent in his shiny shorts. One of the Portuguese fans, a small but damn muscular guy, naked except for his boots and leather chaps, but with a Portuguese flag draped around his shoulders, noticed this more than clearly. The two of them shared a beer. And another. The Portuguese asked Luc if he had a room upstairs in the guesthouse, he had seen him come out of the door earlier. Luc licked his lips and nodded. Neither of them noticed how the game ended. By the time the final whistle blew, Luc was already tied to the St. Andrew's cross in his room.

"Mates, where are we watching the game? Here in the Bermuda Triangle or on the fan mile?" With his Germany jersey, it was clear what Luke's preference was. Marc and Fred would have preferred to stay here in their favorite pub, where they were drinking themselves into shape on this Sunday morning. The party and the sex before and after were more important to them. But Luke was a hardcore soccer fan. For him, it was a matter of honor to watch the game in front of the Brandenburg Gate. Marc and Fred took a sip of beer and sighed. "Okay, fan mile then," Marc moaned. "OMG, like if we can catch that Albania vs Spain match at our spot again, it'd be so lit! I ran into some seriously fire Albanians in the restroom yesterday, no joke." The three of them clinked glasses and laughed. The European Championship was great!

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dylan-duke · 6 months

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Maeve Brindley x Seamus Casey

brothers best friend/childhood bestfriends

Maeve Brindley

maeve logan

born september 14th, 2005

freshman at university of michigan; studying business administration

attacker on the wlax team

mini gavo

Seamus Casey

seamus

born january 8th, 2004

sophomore at the university of michigan

defenseman on mens hockey team and a new jersey devils draft pick

Time Line

march 2009

gavin and seamus have their first playdate!

october 2022

maeve comes to michigan for her official visit and to sign with the lax team

this is when seamus realizes his feelings for her

the trio were walking around campus after maeve finished up a few meetings with the lacrosse media team and the light hits her just right and he feels so much

he literally runs away from the siblings and then gets lost so he has to call one of the juniors to come pick him up (not his finest moment)

september 2023

seamus asks her out!

woooooo

#seamus casey #maeve brindley #gavin brindley #maeve x seamus #maeve brindley x seamus casey #seamus casey x brindley! sister

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runthepockets · 1 year

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As a straight black man who passes 100% of the time I'm not going to pretend I don't have privilege over gay, trans, poor, and/or black women, but I'm also not going to pretend that that privilege is on par with straight white dudes. Like, you guys say what happened to Colin Kapernick, or that high schooler on the wrestling team in New Jersey who got his dreads shaved in front of the entire school, or the way anyone has ever looked at a black man who has dared to hold hands with a light skinned / white woman in public.

I wrote about this a lot in my memoir, but it was so disorienting growing up in online spaces and seeing things like "straight people / men will never know X feeling" because I guarantee you straight black people and black men as a whole have just as intimate of a relationship with fighting for their lives in an institution that's as hostile to their humanity as any white gay or any white woman. Sometimes even moreso. I wish all marginalized white people a very "I'm sorry your feelings and experiences were invalidated but please remember manhood and heterosexuality is way more diverse than those god awful Lacrosse douchebags and DND nerds you grew up around in your upper-middle class suburbs and catholic schools."

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The Haudenosaunee National Lacrosse Teams Gain Support from Biden for 2028 Olympics (dated to 19 December 2023, shared on 20 December 2023):

At the White House Tribal Summit this month, President Joe Biden voiced his support for The Haudenosaunee National Lacrosse teams to compete in the upcoming 2028 Olympics under their own flag, in a show of support for tribal sovereignty.

In October, The International Olympic Committee voted to add lacrosse to the 2028 Olympic games in Los Angeles, California (LA28), for the first time in more than a century.

The Haudenosaunee—a confederacy of six nations between the United States and Canada, including Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga and Seneca, and Tuscarora—invented lacrosse and remain competitive at it on a world stage.

The Haudenosaunee Nationals men’s team ranks third in the world behind the United States and Canada in outdoor (and second indoor), and took home the bronze medal at the men's World Lacrosse Championships in June. The women’s team is ranked eighth globally and won gold at the Pan-American Lacrosse Association tournament in Jamaica in November.

“Their ancestors invented the game,” Biden said to a room full of Tribal delegates and members of Congress in Washington D.C. on Dec. 7. “They perfected it for a millennia. Their circumstances are unique, and they should be granted an exception to field their own team at the Olympics.”

Rex Lyons (Onondaga) is a former player for the then-Iroquois Nationals (the team changed its name in 2022 because Iroquois is a derogatory term the French called the Haudenosaunee) and a sitting board member for the Haudenosaunee Nationals Lacrosse Organization. He was on the inaugural team in 1983. Lyons told Native News Online that the Haudenosaunee are the “best ambassadors” for the sport of lacrosse.

“It's not like we don't belong there,” Lyons said. “And not only that, it’s our game. We are the originators. It’s a medicine game.”

For men and women Haudenosaunee lacrosse players, the ability to compete at the Olympics under their own flag would mean representation, liberation, and honor.

“For me personally, it would be a true honor,” said 31-year-old Mohawk player, Randy Staats. “It’s all the best words you could possibly think of, rolled up into one, to be able to put on that jersey and go side by side with all the other countries in the world. It’s not only representing my family and my people, but other Native people. It gives them hope and change for treaties that they have with their government.”

Casandra “Bean” Minerd (Onondaga), a 28-year-old member of the Haudenosaunee National women’s team, told Native News Online that competing as a sovereign nation in the Olympics would create an opportunity for global education. As an Indigenous woman, she said she’s used to debunking myths and defending her existence.

“Us going to the Olympics would be an opportunity for education, where we’re not going to be fighting as much to prove who we are…and that we’re not extinct,” Minerd said. “I know that when that time comes, and we're walking out with our flag and wearing our gear with Haudenosaunee across our chest, I'll be sobbing the whole time because it’s just so huge. It’s bigger than myself. We’re giving the opportunity to kids thinking they can work towards becoming an Olympic athlete.”

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flowsociety · 9 months

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Elevate Your Game With Stylish Men's Lacrosse Apparel

In the fast-paced world of lacrosse, where skill, strategy, and style converge, the importance of well-crafted apparel cannot be overstated. Men's lacrosse apparel goes beyond mere clothing; it becomes a statement of dedication to the game and a reflection of personal style. From jerseys to shorts and everything in between, the right apparel can make a significant impact on both performance and confidence on the field.

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Beyond jerseys and shorts, men's lacrosse apparel includes a range of accessories that complete the lacrosse lifestyle. From hats and socks to jackets and hoodies, these items add the finishing touches to the player's ensemble. Sporting lacrosse apparel off the field becomes a way to carry the spirit of the game into everyday life.

Men's lacrosse apparel is more than just clothing; it's a representation of passion, dedication, and individuality. Choosing the right apparel can elevate both performance and style on the lacrosse field. Whether you're a player, a fan, or someone who simply appreciates the dynamic spirit of the game, investing in high-quality men's lacrosse apparel ensures that you're ready to tackle the challenges of the sport with confidence and flair.

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sportofusalacrosse · 1 year

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Top lacrosse video today: It must have been the Skittles ??

Top lacrosse news

„Scudder (Haverford School) elevated to head men’s lacrosse coach at Lehigh; IL reports Cassese accepts position at Virginia” – phillylacrosse

„Final Delaware, South Jersey boys’, girls’ Super 7 Rankings – Sponsored by Mottola Group” – phillylacrosse

„Cassese Joins UVA Staff” – laxmagazine

Best tweets – 2023. 06. 20.

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lacrossee · 1 year

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🥍 The College of New Jersey (TCNJ) men's and women's lacrosse teams have been dominating the field this season. With a combined record of 17-1, both teams have been unstoppable in their respective conferences. 🏆 The women's team, ranked No. 2 in the nation, has won all nine of their games this season. Led by senior attacker Olivia Cleale, the Lions have outscored their opponents 142-48. 🔥 The men's team, ranked No. 6 in the nation, has also been on fire this season with an 8-1 record. Senior midfielder Zach Masessa has been a key player for the Lions, scoring 24 goals and 12 assists so far this season.1. The History of TCNJ Lacrosse: A Legacy of ExcellenceTCNJ Lacrosse has a storied history, dating back to 1955. They have won 13 conference championships and made 16 NCAA tournament appearances. 🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 The program has produced numerous All-Americans and professional players. TCNJ has also hosted the NCAA Division III Men's Lacrosse Championship three times. 🏟️🏟️🏟️ The team's success is due to a strong coaching staff and dedicated players. TCNJ Lacrosse continues to strive for excellence and uphold its legacy. 💪💪💪 2. The Top Players in TCNJ Lacrosse: A Look at the Roster🥍 Meet the top players of TCNJ Lacrosse! 🏆 Starting with the attack, we have senior captain, Ryan Gebhardt, who scored 30 goals and 17 assists last season. 🥇 Another key player is sophomore, Alex Vernon, who led the team with 41 points in his freshman year. 👊 Moving to midfield, we have senior captain, Zach Masessa, who tallied 21 goals and 10 assists in 2019. 💪 Junior, Nick Casner, is also a force to be reckoned with, scoring 14 goals and 5 assists last season. 🛡️ On defense, senior captain, Danny DeSanti, leads the way with 20 caused turnovers and 29 ground balls in 2019. 🔒 Junior, Ryan McHugh, is also a standout defender, with 16 caused turnovers and 27 ground balls last season. 👨‍👦‍👦 Lastly, in goal, we have sophomore, Noah Given, who had an impressive save percentage of .540 in his freshman year. 👏 These top players are sure to lead TCNJ Lacrosse to success this season!3. The Importance of Teamwork in TCNJ Lacrosse: Strategies for SuccessTeamwork is crucial for success in TCNJ Lacrosse. Here are some strategies: Communication is key. Clear and concise communication ensures everyone is on the same page. Trust is essential. Trusting teammates allows for better decision-making and a stronger bond. Collaboration is necessary. Working together towards a common goal leads to success. Effective teamwork leads to improved performance and morale. It also fosters a sense of community and belonging. Successful teams have a shared vision, goals, and values. They also have defined roles and responsibilities. Teamwork requires effort and dedication. It involves sacrificing personal goals for the greater good of the team. TCNJ Lacrosse's success is a result of teamwork. Let's continue to work together and achieve greatness! 🥍👊4. The Role of Coaching in TCNJ Lacrosse: Building a Winning CultureCoaching plays a crucial role in building a winning culture in TCNJ Lacrosse. Coaches are responsible for motivating and inspiring players to achieve their full potential. They also develop game strategies and tactics to outperform opponents. A good coach creates a positive team culture that fosters teamwork, respect, and discipline. They also encourage players to push themselves to their limits and support them through their struggles. This builds a strong team bond that translates into success on the field. Coaches also play a critical role in player development. They identify each player's strengths and weaknesses and work with them to improve their skills. This helps players to become well-rounded and versatile, which is essential for success in lacrosse. In addition to on-field coaching, coaches also provide guidance and support off the field. They help players balance their academic and athletic commitments and encourage them to be responsible and accountable. This creates a well-rounded student-athlete who is prepared for success in all areas of life. Overall, coaching is an essential component of building a winning culture in TCNJ Lacrosse. Coaches inspire and motivate players, develop their skills, and create a positive team culture. With the right coaching, TCNJ Lacrosse can continue to achieve success on and off the field. 🥍🏆5. The Future of TCNJ Lacrosse: Recruiting and Developing the Next Generation of ChampionsThe future of TCNJ Lacrosse is bright as we focus on recruiting and developing the next generation of champions. We aim to attract top talent from high schools across the country. Our coaching staff is dedicated to providing a supportive and challenging environment for players to grow. We prioritize character development and academic success in addition to athletic performance. Our facilities are top-notch, including a brand new turf field and weight room. We also offer a state-of-the-art film room for players to analyze their performances and improve their skills. Our athletic trainers and sports psychologists provide comprehensive support for the physical and mental health of our players. We foster a culture of teamwork, accountability, and resilience to prepare our players for success on and off the field. Our alumni network is strong and supportive, providing mentorship and networking opportunities for current players. Many of our alumni have gone on to successful careers in lacrosse and beyond. We are proud of our tradition of excellence and strive to continue it for years to come. Join us in shaping the future of TCNJ Lacrosse! 🥍🏆🎓6. The Impact of TCNJ Lacrosse on the Community: Inspiring a Love of the GameTCNJ Lacrosse has had a significant impact on the community, inspiring a love of the game. The team has provided opportunities for local youth to learn the sport through clinics and camps. TCNJ players have volunteered at local schools and events, promoting the sport and encouraging participation. The team's success on the field has brought excitement and pride to the community. TCNJ Lacrosse has also helped to strengthen relationships within the community. Local businesses have supported the team through sponsorships and donations. Fans have come together to support the team, creating a sense of unity and camaraderie. The team has also given back to the community through charitable events and fundraisers. The impact of TCNJ Lacrosse extends beyond the community. Players have gone on to play at the professional level, representing TCNJ and the community. The team has brought recognition to the college, attracting talented players and coaches. TCNJ Lacrosse has become a source of pride for alumni and fans across the country. Overall, TCNJ Lacrosse has had a positive impact on the community, inspiring a love of the game and strengthening relationships.7. The Challenges of Maintaining Dominance in TCNJ Lacrosse: Overcoming Adversity and Staying on TopMaintaining dominance in TCNJ Lacrosse is no easy feat. The team faces many challenges, including: - Injuries: Players must stay healthy to perform at their best. - Graduation: Losing key players each year can be difficult to overcome. - Tough competition: Other teams are always looking to knock off the top dog. To overcome these challenges, the team must stay focused and work hard. They can: - Train harder: Pushing themselves to the limit will help them stay ahead. - Build team chemistry: Trusting and supporting one another is crucial. - Stay motivated: Remembering their goals and why they play can keep them on track. Staying on top requires constant effort and improvement. The team should: - Analyze their performance: Identifying weaknesses can lead to growth. - Adapt to changes: Being flexible and open-minded can help them stay ahead. - Set new goals: Striving for more can keep them motivated and hungry for success. Despite the challenges, the TCNJ Lacrosse team has proven they have what it takes to maintain dominance. With hard work and dedication, they can continue to succeed 👏🥍. In conclusion, TCNJ Lacrosse has proven to be a force to be reckoned with on the field. Their impressive record and skilled players have earned them a reputation as one of the top teams in the nation. 🏆 With a strong coaching staff and dedicated players, TCNJ Lacrosse shows no signs of slowing down. Fans can expect to see more thrilling games and impressive victories in the future. 🥍 Overall, TCNJ Lacrosse has established themselves as a dominant presence in the lacrosse world. Their hard work and determination have paid off, and they continue to inspire and impress fans and opponents alike. 👏 https://lacrossee.com/tcnj-lacrosse-dominating-the-field/?_unique_id=64871d5dafb3c

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justposhinaround · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWOT Champion Custom Lacrosse Men's Reversible Pinnie Tank Blue/White Jersey Mi.

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Ohio State Buckeyes Lacrosse Inaugural Season Shirt

Ohio State Buckeyes Lacrosse Inaugural Season Shirt Only three of the 2957 Plymouth dealers in 1999 were not also Chrysler dealers, so very few dealers were impacted by the decision to streamline the Ohio State Buckeyes Lacrosse Inaugural Season Shirt. And many of these 2957 also sold Dodge, so they could easily show the Dodge versions to interested buyers who did not want the Chrysler trim levels. When Mercedes evaluated Chrysler after the acquisition in 1998, the Plymouth brand was a logical sacrifice to save money and give the remaining brands unique attraction. Unit sales had been low for over a decade, less than half the equivalent Dodge model volumes, and the corporate executives calculated some level of network efficiencies to be had from canceling the Plymouth brand and streamlining the portfolios. After a year of internal discussions, the decision to end Plymouth was announced in November 1999. The last Plymouth brand Neon vehicles were produced in June 2001. The remaining brands had distinctive positions: Dodge (standard, performance), Jeep (SUV, fun), Chrysler (American luxury), and Mercedes (specialized European luxury), plus the super-luxury Maybach brand.

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Friday, January 26, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: MASTERS OF THE AIR (Apple TV+) SAGO MINI FRIENDS (Apple TV+) 13 HOURS: THE SECRET OF BENGHAZI (Paramount +) THE LEBANESE BURGER MOVIE (Paramount +) HIGHTOWN (Starz Canada) 10:00pm

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AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE DAIGLE EXPATS THRILLER THE UNDERDOGGS YOU HURT MY FEELINGS

CBC GEM GHOSTING WITH LUKE HUTCHIE AND MATTHEW FINLAN

CRAVE TV 299 QUEEN STREET WEST ALI CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT THE CONJURING EASY A THE OTHER HALF PEPPA PIG: FESTIVAL OF FUN THE STAR TRANSAMERICA TRANSPLANT (Season 4) WATER

NETFLIX CANADA BADLAND HUNTERS THE BLACKLIST (Season 10) LOVE IS BLIND: SWEDEN SIT DOWN WITH STAND UP UDOM TAEPHANICH

PWHL HOCKEY (TSN/TSN5) 7:00pm: New York vs. Toronto

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Panthers vs. Penguins (SN) 10:00pm: Blues vs. Kraken

DOPPELGÄNGERS: FACE TO FACE (documentary) 7:00pm: People meet their lookalikes and find out the resemblance is more than skin deep.

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 7:00pm: Mavericks vs. Hawks (SN1) 7:30pm: Clippers vs. Raptors (SN Now) 8:00pm: Thunder vs. Pelicans

A.RTIFICIAL I.MMORTALITY (Crave 2) 7:40pm: Exploring the latest thinking and technological advancements in AI.

MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm: Putting electric vehicles to the test; Charlsie Agro hits the road to explore issues with range, charging infrastructure and reveals the challenges with repairs.

MILLION DOLLAR ISLAND (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm: Only 79 players remain, but that will soon change as two camps are put in a head-to-head arena battle; at the end of the epic war, the entire losing camp will be eliminated.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: Tessa and Sascha renew their wedding vows; upset about not being invited, Kate and Margaret hold their own version, with Kate Taylor playing Tessa.

BOLLYWED (documentary) 8:00pm: Kuki and Sarab lay down an ultimatum with the second location; the kids think outside the box.

GARAGE SALE MYSTERY: THE MASK MURDER (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When Jennifer buys a storage locker at auction, she discovers a dead body inside -- along with a mask matching the deceased woman.

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miamoo27 · 2 years

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Hustlers

This Saturday, my boyfriend and I went to New York City to see a show. On our way there, we took the Lincoln Tunnel. The whole time we were in the tunnel, he blabbered on about “Men in Black” and the scene when they drove on the top of the tunnel with that Elvis song blasting. Honestly, if you put me in a car and we go into the city, I won't listen. I will be too busy watching and observing everything. Later on the way home, I was thinking of a thousand different stories to tell for this class. It was only when I passed my favorite building that I settled on this one. He asked me if I would be uncomfortable telling it. I said, “when have you ever known me to be uncomfortable” he responded, “only if you are in crowds.” Thank god this class isn't a crowd.

Every Sunday, my father would take me to Greenwich Village to visit my half-sister or go to the Guggenheim museum. My brother never went because he had Lacrosse practice or was with friends. My mother was separated at the time from my father; besides, even in the past, she never went because she hated my half-sister. I was a 13-year-old girl with dreams of becoming “Gossip Girls” Blair Waldorf. Instead of going to 5th ave and eating croissants, we went to Greenwich Village. When my parents graced each others’ presence in the same house, there was always fighting and alcohol, so going to the city with my dad was the only time I would spend any quality alone time with him.

I remember waiting for my father’s arrival on my porch with my greasy skin and hair pulled back in a bun. My bangs never looked clean despite scrubbing the shit out of them with Herbal Essence. My armpits always smelt no matter how many showers I took or how much Degree Sport deodorant I applied. My eyeliner smudged, making me look like a raccoon, and my pants never fit me correctly (an issue that has followed me into adulthood). I waited with my knocky knees, rubbing them nervously. My mother usually gave me a dirty look behind my back as she muttered some Italian curse words that either only some tiny village in Italy could understand or she made them up entirely. I watched as my dad's red Jeep pulled up.

I hopped up into my dad’s car and could still feel the beaming tension from my mother on the stoop of my house. I was ready to embark on the 40-minute drive to my sister’s apartment.It was the same drive I would take to go anywhere out of my small town. Nothing new. My dad would play 107.1. He thought that was the “cool channel.” He would sometimes take the top off the jeep, but I would complain my hair would become a mess. He seemed happy, like I said before, despite his failed marriage and failed wife.

Once we were on the bridge, I liked to look backward at New Jersey, watching Fort Lee disappear in the distance. I didn’t mind what was in front of me because if I turned my head forward, I’d see all of the apartment complexes of Washington Heights beautifully placed on the rolling hills of the Manhattan cliffs. The ride to the city was overstimulating and beautiful like some urban carnival ride with flashing lights and weird smells. Going from suburban tranquility to the hustle and bustle of the New York streets always intrigued me. I recall finding myself on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting the next sight. Sometimes we would see dogs playfully fighting or colorful displays of road-rage insanity. My dad would change gears and try to have a conversation with me at this point. I was too mesmerized by the whole experience I would answer him in a few words (or sometimes less). I only went with you for the ride. I welcomed any opportunity to leave Jersey and see New York.

There was one particular building I fell in love with. Hustlers. To go to Greenwich Village, we always took the West Side Highway, where I would get the chance to see boobs on a huge sign right off the road. I had no boobs at the time and still don't which is the reality of my experience of being a woman. Sometimes you do not get huge boobs. Sometimes you do. Despite the building being a hot spot for lonely men (no judgment), the architecture was alluring. A portrait Banksy painted also was on the side of the building. Looking closely on the left side while driving, you could see a "gentleman" pouring flowers on the ground. I wasn't staring just to see Banksy. I also was looking at the girl with crystal blue eyes and huge boobs staring at me. A new girl was on the billboard every month. I did not know if I wanted to be them or if I wanted to be with them. They all had straight, silky hair and huge boobs (always huge boobs), and I wished I could go inside the cement building, say hi to the gentleman with the flowers, and see one of the girls. Staring was a risky choice with two homophobic parents, though.

When I would stare at them with my father sitting next to me, my cheeks would light up. I would feel my body getting hot with embarrassment and wish my father was not in the car. I knew what my feelings towards the billboard meant because I had the same for men. The questions running through my 13-year-old mind made me nervous that I would always have a stomach on our way back from the city. And I would avoid eye contact with the next girl on the billboard when we went back into the city.

But my boyfriend didn't care. On Saturday, when we drove past Hustlers, we looked at the girl. Instead of being embarrassed or keeping my thoughts to myself. At 22, my parents may have no clue about my wondering eye for the same sex, but the person I love does, and he embraces it. With love, I accepted that part of myself.

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What is Lacrosse? History & Detail Guide

Lacrosse, considered to be America's first sport, was born of the North American Indian, christened by the French, and adapted and raised by the Canadians.

Modern lacrosse has been embraced by athletes and enthusiasts of the United States and the British Commonwealth for over a century. You can learn more about lacrosse on my official blog only at lacrossehalt.com with complete & in-depth details.

The sport of lacrosse is a combination of basketball, soccer and hockey. Anyone can play lacrosse -- the big or the small. The game requires and rewards coordination and agility, not brawn. Quickness and speed are two highly prized qualities in lacrosse.

An exhilarating sport, lacrosse is fast-paced and full of action. Long sprints up and down the field with abrupt starts and stops, precision passes and dodges are routine in men's and women's lacrosse. Lacrosse is played with a stick, the crosse, which must be mastered by the player to throw, catch and scoop the ball.

Lacrosse is one of the fastest-growing team sports in the United States. Youth participation in the sport has grown over 138% since 2001 to nearly 300,000.

No sport has grown faster at the high school level over the last 10 years and there are now an estimated 228,000 high school players.

Lacrosse is also the fastest-growing sport over the last six years at the NCAA level with 557 college teams in 2009, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. There are more than 500 college club programs, including nearly 200 women's teams that compete at the US Lacrosse Intercollegiate Associates level.

Brief History

With a history that spans centuries, lacrosse is the oldest sport in North America. Rooted in Native American religion, lacrosse was often played to resolve conflicts, heal the sick, and develop strong, virile men. To Native Americans, lacrosse is still referred to as "The Creator's Game."

Ironically, lacrosse also served as a preparation for war. Legend tells of as many as 1,000 players per side, from the same or different tribes, who took turns engaging in a violent contest. Contestants played on a field from one to 15 miles in length, and games sometimes lasted for days. Some tribes used a single pole, tree or rock for a goal, while other tribes had two goalposts through which the ball had to pass. Balls were made out of wood, deerskin, baked clay or stone.

The evolution of the Native American game into modern lacrosse began in 1636 when Jean de Brebeuf, a Jesuit missionary, documented a Huron contest in what is now southeast Ontario, Canada.

At that time, some type of lacrosse was played by at least 48 Native American tribes scattered throughout what is now southern Canada and all parts of the United States.

French pioneers began playing the game avidly in the 1800s. Canadian dentist W. George Beers standardized the game in 1867 with the adoption of set field dimensions, limits to the number of players per team and other basic rules.

New York University fielded the nation's first college team in 1877, and Philips Academy, Andover (Massachusetts), Philips Exeter Academy (New Hampshire) and the Lawrenceville School (New Jersey) were the nation's first high school teams in 1882. There are 400 college and 1,200 high school men's lacrosse teams from coast to coast.

The first women's lacrosse game was played in 1890 at the St. Leonard's School in Scotland. Although an attempt was made to start women's lacrosse at Sweet Briar College in Virginia in 1914, it was not until 1926 that Miss Rosabelle Sinclair established the first women's lacrosse team in the United States at the Bryn Mawr School in Baltimore, Maryland.

Men's and women's lacrosse were played under virtually the same rules, with no protective equipment, until the mid-1930s. At that time, men's lacrosse began evolving dramatically, while women's lacrosse continued to remain true to the game's original rules.

Men's and women's lacrosse remain derivations of the same game today, but are played under different rules. Women's rules limit stick contact, prohibit body contact and, therefore, require little protective equipment. Men's lacrosse rules allow some degree of stick and body contact, although violence is neither condoned nor allowed.

Field lacrosse is sometimes perceived to be a violent and dangerous game, however, injury statistics prove otherwise. While serious injuries can and do occur in lacrosse, the game has evolved with an emphasis on safety, and the rate of injury is comparatively low.

Ensuring the safety of participants is a major focus for US Lacrosse and its Sports Science and Safety Committee, which researches injury data in the sport and makes recommendations to make the game as safe as practicable.

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Nevada Mailbox: Final suspect in fatal Covina house party shooting turns himself in at U.S.-Mexico border

Nevada Mailbox: Final suspect in fatal Covina house party shooting turns himself in at U.S.-Mexico border Nevada Mailbox Final suspect in fatal Covina house party shooting turns himself in at U.S.-Mexico border by Nevada Mailbox on Friday 11 November 2022 02:54 AM UTC-05 | Tags: #nevadamailbox nevada-mailbox Joel Garcia, 19, surrendered to U.S. Customs and Border Protection in San Diego. The shooting Oct. 30 left two men dead and two others wounded. Maine Maryland Massachusetts Michigan Minnesota Mississippi Missouri Montana Nebraska Nevada New Hampshire New Jersey New Mexico New York City NY New York New York NY North Carolina North Dakota Wisconsin Katie Oklahoma Goodfield Illinois November 11, 2022 at 02:04AM Tags: #nevadamailbox nevada-mailbox Bouckville New York Pipestone Minnesota Glen Allan Mississippi Delaplaine Arkansas Champion Nebraska LaCrosse Washington West Springfield Town Massachusetts Creswell North Carolina Eagle Wisconsin Orange Virginia Newington Virginia Edwards Missouri https://unitedstatesvirtualmail.blogspot.com/2022/11/nevada-mailbox-final-suspect-in-fatal.html November 11, 2022 at 03:48AM Marcell Minnesota Thedford Nebraska Sentinel Oklahoma Jermyn Pennsylvania Etna California Viola Tennessee Chaffee New York Ponderay Idaho https://kentuckyvirtualpostoffice.blogspot.com/2022/11/nevada-mailbox-final-suspect-in-fatal.html November 11, 2022 at 06:22AM

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BIG DADDY (PART ONE)

(This is a story is a little departure from my normal, with bisexual content. It's inspired by @pagespermer and his writing - thanks, man.)

I almost couldn't bring myself to admit to Cheryl, and I had a hunch it could mean us breaking up. But we'd had an amazing date night. Dinner. Hot sex. Some cuddling afterward. Staying up late, just talking, sharing more of ourselves. We'd been doing a lot of that lately.

The topic had drifted to a kind of "I never" where we described our fantasies and turn offs. "If I'm honest," I said. "I'm bi probably. I mean, I don't embrace that label, but I've had sex with guys a few times."

I thought my girlfriend might be shocked. Cheryl Bryant came from a conservative Texas background and still was very much that sweet, pretty, very traditionally feminine Southern girl. Always wearing make up and having her hair perfect and wearing clothes that flattered her figure and big boobs. It was kind of opposites attract, I suppose, but I had to admit I liked a woman who put in that extra effort to be attractive.

"I thought you might be one of those boys with secrets," she giggled playfully. I guess she wasn't freaked out. Her painted nails drifted closer to my soft cock. It might take a little while before I was ready for round two, but she loved teasing me. "Leave it to a big strong lacrosse jock to be open to play with other men."

I felt relieved. I turned onto my side and faced her. That bobbed hair was still perfect, and her tits were better than any porn star's. I ran my hands along her smooth stomach, caressing her soft skin. "I'm not open to it," I asserted. "Not now. I'm dating you," I reminded her.

"Good answer," she replied.

"What about you?" I teased. "What secrets does a pretty Southern girl like you have?"

She gave me a Mona Lisa smile. "I guess you'll have to find out sometime." Seeing my annoyed look she added, "I do enjoy watching gay porn."

Color me surprised. I had no idea Cheryl even had any interest in porn. Honestly I hadn't met a girl who wasn't somewhere on the spectrum between indifference and total disgust when it came to pornography.

"Yeah?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's wild to see what those guys get up to. They're just so INTO it, you know?" The fact it was her iced tea-sweet Texas drawl saying it just made her admission seem crazier.

Then reaching down she cupped my dick, massaging it softly in her hand. "I'll let you know this... I want my lacrosse player boyfriend to fuck me hard."

I was firming up, quickly. We kissed and slowly felt each other's bodies. But it was clear we were moving from the cuddling to the fucking again phase of the evening. Finally I got between her spread legs and mounted her, doing my best to give her the hard fuck she'd asked for.

***

I knew things were getting serious between us. I invited Cheryl to Jersey to meet my folks. And the following month, I was going down to Texas.

I liked her family. I didn't think I would that first day. I mean, her mother was on the meek side and seemed to be overly subservient to her husband, Cheryl's dad. Mark Bryant was a typical small-town patriarch. Owned his own business, a pool supply company that was the biggest employer in the town. The Bryants weren't full-on rich by North Jersey standards, but they clearly had wealth - a big house that was on the verge between McMansion and actual Mansion - a huge yard, big pool, the whole works.

Anywhere we'd go out, people would address come up to Mr. Bryant, like he was royalty holding court. Or the town mayor. Lots of yes sir, no sir, Mr. Bryant. The man was a big guy, too, 6'5" almost stocky, ex-football jock, and he carried himself in a way that said he expected others to be deferential. As a North Jersey suburban kid, it seemed funny, yet kind of rubbed me the wrong way.

Thing is, though, by the second day, Mr. Bryant and I got along great. He took me aside, and told me how thrilled he was that Cheryl met a good boy with a real head on his shoulders. We talked business and my plans after graduation. We joked about my lack of interest in Big 12 football.

When we left after three days and went back to Durham, I knew that if I married Cheryl, I was marrying into the Bryants. So it wasn't a surprise when three weeks before graduation, when Cheryl and I were having a conversation about our future, she asked if I'd consider moving down to Texas.

"You serious?" I blurted out.

"What's wrong with Texas?" she asked defensively.

I mean, plenty, but I wasn't going to say that. "Nothing, babe. It's just I guess I hadn't thought of it."

She nodded with an understanding look on her face. She knew I was a Yankee and might need convincing. "I've thought it out... Round Rock is only thirty minutes from my parents. We could get a job in Austin, or there's plenty there too... And I'm sure Daddy could help find something. He's got connections."

*I bet he does* I thought snarkily.

But truth was, I didn't have any other plans and had felt in a holding pattern trying to figure out what to do after graduation. I had a business degree and part of me itched to move to NYC and make a go of it. But I knew Cheryl would never go for that plan, and I knew I wasn't ready to break up with the nicest, hottest, sexiest girlfriend I'd ever had.

"I'll think about it," I conceded. "Serious."

"Thanks, honey," she smiled as she kissed me. Then I watched as she got an impish smile on her pretty girlish face and started undoing my belt.

I laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"

She seemed to enjoy the element of surprise. "When have you ever turned down a blowjob, Nick?"

She had me there. Cheryl was the best at giving them, better than any girl I'd ever dated. I leaned back and watched her fish out my hardening cock, then take me into her mouth.

I should have been more concerned that she was using sex to get her way. There were a lot of red flags, to be honest. But I guess you don't think about them when you're getting head.

***

The first three months were great. Like a honeymoon. We'd waited until Fall to move, and I was glad to have avoided the summer. As a Northern boy, the mild October and November was something I decided I could get used to.

Cheryl and I got our place together and enjoyed settling in. Her folks came over to visit every other weekend, and sometimes we'd hang out with her older brother Dan and his wife. I liked them, too. Dan was a few years older than me. He'd played football in college and had moved back to enter the family business. But whereas Mark Bryant could throw his weight around with other people, Dan was just a nice guy, affable and a bit of a jokester. His wife Courtney was just as sweet, and they both had that younger-person energy that made it fun to hang out with them.

Courtney was pregnant with their first child, and it was cool to see how Cheryl got into talking about it. We'd discussed our values and our future, and while we didn't want a lot of children, we knew that a family was in our future.

Cheryl was much closer to her family than I was to mine. But it was all good. I enjoyed the company and having a connection to this place we'd moved. And I basked in the clear approval Mr. Byrant, Mark, had for me. I was the outsider, but the family had made me one of theirs, already.

"I'm glad you didn't take me up on my offer to set you up with a job," he admitted when it was just us on the patio enjoying beers while the women cleaned up after dinner. I'd told Cheryl I didn't expect that kind of relationship, but she just gave me a giggle of a smile. "It's no trouble, hon. I'm happy to help Mom out."

"I appreciate the offer, sir," I now said to her dad.

"Mark," he corrected.

"I appreciate the offer, Mark... I just wanted to make it on my own, you know."

He gave me a knowing grin and clinked his long neck against mine. "You're a real man, that's why," he said. "But the offer still stands if you ever need it. I don't want my baby girl to ever go without."

"She won't, Mark," I said proudly. "She's pretty driven, too." I didn't want to be passive aggressive, but I wanted to remind Cheryl's dad that Cheryl was no longer a "baby girl."

"Just wait till the first baby comes," he said. The words shocked me but just then, Cheryl came bounding out, a dish towel on her shoulder. "The men ready for dessert?"

I was starting to wonder if the patriarchal thing ran deep in the Bryant family.

****

At least I got majorly laid that night. We went at it twice. We were still in the honeymoon phase in the bedroom, too. Cheryl had a way of keeping me on my toes, asking for sex when I least expected or being more adventurous in bed.

She even let me fuck her ass, which was incredible.

If it had been any other woman, I might have thought she was acting, you know, slutty, but my girlfriend had this sincerity and innocence about her. It was having the best of both worlds, a sex vixen and a girl next door.

I knew it was soon, but I started shopping for rings. And I took a moment alone with Mr. Bryant to broach the subject.

"I'm thinking of asking Cheryl to marry me," I said.

He looked me over sternly. "And you want my blessing."

Well no, you controlling sexist, I thought for a second. But then, maybe I did. "It would mean a lot to me," I admitted.

He looked at me with a look that I thought was derision. Like I was unworthy for his Special Princess. Then he broke into a big smile and clapped my shoulders. "You son of a gun. I can't think of a better husband. Welcome to the Bryant family."

"She hasn't said yes," I laughed nervously. I was happy though that Mark was on board.

"She'll say yes," the man said confidently.

***

She did say yes. It was a dream proposal. Fancy restaurant in Austin. Me sweating bullets until I finally got the nerve to get down on a knee and pull out the box. An excited yes and clapping from the whole place.

I was on cloud nine. And Cheryl was too. Thankfully she wasn't a bridezilla but she seemed to enjoy thinking about and planning the wedding. I was happy to give her that pleasure.

And we were fucking like bunnies. Seriously, Cheryl's sex drive inspired me to be the best man possible. I worked out extra, I read books on sexual technique, I doubled down on the foreplay. We were two 24 year olds in the prime of our sexual lives. Life was good.

That's why I was blindsided by the turn of events. Her parents were spending more time with us - us at their place or them coming to Round Rock. They had a big engagement party where seemingly half the town came. I didn't like the idea of the way Mark seemed to be parading Cheryl as a kind of trophy, but she was in her element. Like a debutante. Glowing, happy. I decided, like I often did these days, to get past my uptight Jersey instincts.

It was the following Saturday when Mr. Bryant came over for dinner. No Mrs. Bryant. Just Mark. It was normal conversation otherwise, lots of business talk, lots of small talk. Without her mom there, we laid low on the wedding planning discussions. I was relieved to have a break, actually.

We sat in the living room after. Cheryl offered to get us another beer. I wasn't crazy about the way she'd all of a sudden turn into some 50s housewife the second her Daddy came around, but if I was honest, I enjoyed the service and attention.

I was surprised to see Cheryl hand me my beer then go sit by her father in the opposite loveseat. I mean, RIGHT by her father, kind of snuggling up next to him, her soft hair on his meaty chest and shoulder. He put his arm around her affectionately.

"So glad my baby girl's here to stay," he said. That kind of syrupy Southern drawl that used to seem laughable to me. Now it was just Big Daddy's voice.

Cheryl nodded softly then lifted up her head just a little to look over at me. An almost dreamy expression on her face. "You need to know, Nick," she said softly.

"Know what?" I asked.

With a determined look, she reached down and gripped her father's crotch. Holy hell. What the fuck?!

I expected some shocked reaction from Mr. Bryan but instead he looked down to where Cheryl's manicured hands massaged the lump in his jeans into a full, meaty erection, his hand softly caressing her shoulder.

My fiancee's fingers were now undoing her dad's jeans and pulling down the zipper.

"Babe, you're not going to..." I started.

She was. Her fingers reached in and pulled out her father's dick. It was long and thick and I shuddered as I realized Mark Bryant was hung like a fucking stallion. And that it turned me on.

This was nasty and wild. It was incest, my girl's fingers openly stroking her dad's dick. The two of them almost in a trance. A ritual. They'd done this before. That idea made my heart pound even harder.

I got confirmation of that when Cheryl leaned down and started taking her father into her mouth.

"Oh that's it, Princess. Suck Daddy's cock. My good little girl." He leaned back, tossing head back in pleasure with a soft grunt of "oh fuck!" then looked back down at his daughter fellating him. Lovingly he stroked her hair while she sucked him off. He was getting real worked up, but still he let her do the work.

Finally his head raised and his eyes locked on mine. A challenge. A warning that I didn't need to interpret. This was going to go on. With me in the picture as Cheryl's husband, or without.

"Oh baby, Daddy's coming... oh fuck!"

And like that Cheryl started moaning around his cock and doing her best to swallow a heavy load. She almost succeeded but coughed up a bit of his sperm at the end.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, exasperated and more than a little mad that I had a raging hardon from watching the taboo act.

Mark's face was flush red from the orgasm as he stuffed his spent dick back and redid his jeans. "You need to know where you stand if you marry my girl," Mr. Bryant said matter of factly.

Why the hell couldn't Cheryl answer for herself? Instead, she just nodded gamely. I could see the sweep of contrite guilt in her face, battling with the clear resolve she had to continue her incestuous affair.

"Sorry, Nick, that's just how it is. Daddy comes first."

Mr. Bryant had a grin that made me want to punch him. Hoisting his big frame up, he stood tall in our living room as he casually rearranged his sated genitals. "You two have a lot to talk about, so I'll let you at it," he said. Turning to his daughter, he said, "See you next week, Princess?"

"Yes, Daddy," Cheryl practically giggled then met him for a kiss.

The blow job was crazy enough before to see a real French kiss between father and daughter was mind blowing. I was hurt and confused, but I was turned on, too. This was like porn, times hundred.

I wish I could say I had the balls to walk out that night. I wish I could say we talked things over like rational adults. Instead, we fought. Our first real fight. Emotion bubbling up. The more we yelled the more I realized it ran deep. Cheryl was in love, actually in love, with her asshole of an old man.

I slept on the couch that night, still stewing in anger. I thought over options. Movers wouldn't cost that much, and most of the stuff we had was shit Mr. and Mrs. Bryant bought for us anyway. It would mean breaking off the engagement, but I was lucky I'd found out before the wedding.

I drifted off and awoke in the middle of the night to Cheryl riding me. My mesh shorts gone and Cheryl wearing nothing under her nightie. Just riding me up and down, cowgirl style, using her hips to work my cock. It felt amazing and as if on autopilot, my hands found her soft thighs to hold and caress.

"Fuck me, Nick," she hissed. Maybe she was trying to show me the affair with her dad wouldn't get in the way of our sex life. Maybe she was just a nympho beneath that Southern Belle exterior. I didn't care, she was leading me around by my dick as always.

"Fuck, babe," I hissed, now pumping up into her. Not rough, but a rigorous fuck thrust.

"Daddy's a good man," she said, feeling my cock punch in more quickly.

What the fuck? Why did she have to bring him up? "Fuck," I grunted in annoyance.

"He'll let you suck him, too," she said.

Those words shocked me to my core. Shocked me and did something to my nuts. Supercharged them. Made me want to cum. "God," I grunted, picturing my lips wrapped around Mark Bryant's huge cock.

"You want that, hun? Want Daddy's big cock? He'll fuck you with it too."

That did it. I rolled Cheryl over and just started ramming my prick in and out of her cunt.

"Yes!... yes!... yes!" she purred, like a frickin porn slut. It just egged me on. I went harder, trying to expel every fantasy of Mark Bryant out of my head. Until I came.

Her nails dug into my back softly when I collapsed onto her sweaty body.

And for the first time that evening, I kissed her lips, the very lips that had sucked her dad earlier.

****

I wouldn't say I was OK with it, but the next time we went over for dinner, I volunteered to help Cheryl's mom with the dishes. I was curious if they'd be so brazen to take the opportunity, but Mark didn't miss a beat.

"I got something to show you in my study, Princess. Got a minute?"

"You know I do, Daddy," she replied. And like that, they were walking off to fuck.

I knew from the flushed look on their faces when they returned they'd done the deed, but I didn't know what exactly had happened. I took a look at Mrs. Bryant's face, her kind middle-aged married Southern woman face, which was oblivious to everything. Until I noticed a slight turn of her lip that gave it away. Fuck, she knew. She knew her husband was fucking the daylights out of their daughter, in their house, under their nose.

Well, I had no idea about how hard Mark Bryant fucked, but jesus.

I was seething inside, but also turned on. And Cheryl was in a great mood, coming over to me, being extra affectionate, almost thanking me for letting her get away with this.

And Mr. Bryant was all business, talking over investments, like he wanted my advise even though I knew he had a guy for that and would probably do his own damn thing anyway. He had the content happiness of a man who'd just fucked, cheeks flushed, his thick muscular body visibly relaxed.

"Why don't I come over Saturday and help you with that gutter?" he offered. Our house had a gutter that needed fixing. Probably not a two-man job but some help would be nice.

"That'd be great, Mark," I said, trying to hide my own blush as I realized what was going to go on when he came.

Cheryl kind of rubbed my strong bicep in a flirty manner. "I'm getting a little tired... and you have work tomorrow..."

I laughed. "Guess that's my cue," I joked. "We should be heading back. Thanks again Helen," I said to Mrs. Bryant. "Dinner was great as always."

"Anytime," Mark answered for her, but I could tell his wife appreciated the compliment.

"Let's talk tomorrow, Cheryl, about the florist arrangements," she said to my fiancee.

We bid each other good night, and despite the weirdness of the circumstances I found myself in an OK mood. I guess if I'd been really upset I would have left that first night, or the morning after. Something made me stick around. For all it's fucked-up-ness, watching a daughter suck her father off was crazy hot. If it hadn't been my fiancee, I would have found the scenario a crazy hot, real-life porn show.

Since Cheryl was my fiancee, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. Particularly when we got ready for bed. Me in my normal boxer briefs, lazily checking my phone in bed while Cheryl got ready. One drawback of having an overly pretty Southern girlfriend is the amount of time she takes getting ready, not only in the morning, but each night for bed.

But damn, she was beautiful when she walked out. Hair perfect, still had some of her make up on. But the big surprise then was seeing her in a lacy lingerie piece she'd bought herself as a birthday present to me last year. Lace bra that pushed up her big tits, garters and stockings on her creamy legs. And no panties to hide her trimmed bush and sex mound.

My cock was hard instantly. "Damn babe," I hissed, a smile appearing on my face as I watched her saunter toward me on the bed and crawl on, her cleavage showing off for me.

The thing was, Cheryl took a while to warm to anything kinky or playful in the bedroom. Striptease, verbal sex, and roleplay wasn't her thing. At first. But she gradually warmed up to it, saying I made her feel comfortable pushing the envelope.

She was pushing it now, sliding her warm, soft body up above mine. "You been a good boy?" she purred like a porn actress, only with more conviction. He manicured hand reached down and grabbed my hard dick through my briefs. "Is my good boy gonna fuck me hard tonight?"

"God yeah," I growled, reaching up to run my hands along her soft trim waist. I could smell her perfume. Before Cheryl I didn't think I liked women who wore a lot of perfume. Now it was an aphrodisiac. The thought occurred to me that she was doing this as some messed-up thanks for me putting up with the incest. I didn't fucking care, though. I was turned on to see my sex kitten in full heat.

Now her fingers traveled up my ripped abs. "You've been hitting the gym extra hard haven't you, babe?" she grinned. "My big strong sex machine." This was one area I had over Big Daddy. A trim, fit, young Men's Health-worthy body. I put a lot of work into it and was proud of it.

My egotism was interrupted by the feel of Cheryl pulling my waistband down, over and above my rigid cock. Just watching her do this simple act, wearing her sexy-slutty lingerie, gave me a surge of excitement and adrenaline.

With a surprise move, I lifted her up off my body and playfully tossed her down on the bed beside me, quickly getting into a mounting position on top of her as she giggled in surprise. I pretended like I was gonna pounce on her but slowed my movement to kiss her softly. I could feel the sexual excitement in her body beneath me. Her legs parted and I humped my cock against her mound as we made out.

Finally, I pulled off and went to her tits, motorboating them a little for show, but mostly because I loved being buried in those soft pillowy mounds. Then I continued down, planting kisses along her bare stomach. I loved that Cheryl wasn't stick thin like a lot of girls I knew. She was in shape but she had a normal woman's curves, and the belly had a gentle swell to it as I made my way down.

She knew where I was going. "Eat my pussy, Nick," she gasped, seconds before my tongue touched her labia, circling around before dipping in further.

I loved eating out a woman, and I had to credit my love of oral for my success with Cheryl. I loved it as the main event, loved it as foreplay to a nice fuck. It was going to be the latter now, but I went wild at her spread cunt, licking and munching.

Until I tasted it. I smelt it first, actually, that telltale bleachy-floral scent, but a second later, there was the salty-sweet flavor of a man's cum. Mark Bryant's.

Fuck, that drove me wild. I started drilling my tongue in further, trying to get every drop I could. It was nasty and obscene. The semen of the man who would be my father-in-law if I could keep from freaking out from the situation. If I could put up with the fact that Big Daddy had first dibs on his baby girl's cunt.

Mr. Bryant had deposited a heavy load and I had plenty to suck, taste, and swallow. Cheryl was going wild now, clawing at my face, neck and shoulders and she had a big orgasm. I don't know if it was just my oral treatment getting her there or if she got off on the nastiness of me eating her father's seed.

It was my turn now. I quickly slid up on top of Cheryl and mounted her. I wasn't rough or brutal but I didn't take my time shoving my cock into her. She was worked up, and I was WAY worked up. I began thrusting with hard jackrabbit thrusts.

"YES!" she cried, wrapping her legs around my waist as I nailed her.

I knew this was one thing I had on Mr. Bryant, too. My sheer athleticism. He was a strong man, but I was in my prime. I used my well-honed body the best I could. Rocking rhythmically, using my abdominal strength, really going at it.

I could sense, or maybe just imagine, remnants of her dad's cum still inside that pussy. Lubing my cock. The idea made me cum.

"Oh fuck!" I grunted as I entered a deep orgasm. Cheryl's hands were clutching at me, urging me on while I flooded her pussy. I think somewhere along the way she had a second orgasm herself.

I was a little embarrassed as I came too, but I was also grateful for the hot sex. I kissed her appreciatively and slowly pulled out. I needed my head examined, for sure, getting off on my dad-in-law like that.

Maybe Cheryl sensed I wasn't in a talkative mood just then. Or maybe she was tired herself.

"Good night, babe," she whispered as she gave me a kiss before I reached over to turn off the light.

****

We had to talk. It was Saturday and Mr. Bryant was coming over soon to help with the gutters. Maybe not an ideal time for a heart-to-heart with my fiancee. But we'd been walking on eggshells all week. Scratch that. I'd been walking on eggshells all week, Cheryl seemed her normal chipper self.

But we'd just finished lunch and I noticed Cheryl get up and start clearing our plates, acting like a housewife. We'd have to talk about that, too. But for now, I had something needed to talk about more.

"So...," I started. "How long have you and your dad been having sex?"

Cheryl gave me a pitying look. Like she was sorry to hurt me. A "do you really want to know" look.

I did want to know. "Cheryl," I prodded. "I have been pretty patient with this all."

She grinned. "That's just cause you want Daddy's cock," she almost laughed.

Fuck, that hit me. Non in a hurtful way, exactly but it surprised me in how horny the idea made me. "Maybe," I admitted. Hoping my confession would break the ice between us. I still didn't know if I could have a real relationship with a woman in an incestuous affair with her father. But my dick was leading me around, for sure.

"Daddy has a nice cock," she smiled. Then finally getting back to my question. "Daddy took my virginity." She paused as if deciding whether to give me the full story. "He was always kind of strict with curfew when I was in high school. And real protective when I was dating anyone. He made me come home early from prom, so I wouldn't get into any trouble, you know." She described it was if Mark Bryant was just being a good parent instead of a creep of a controlling father. "I was still in my dress and Daddy came into my room and told me I was beautiful."

Jesus, this was messed up, but I was hard as she recounted it.

She looked at me and could tell I was turned on. "He gave me our first kiss and then on my bed, he deflowered me. Slowly, patiently. Like Daddy always is."

Fuck.

"I didn't really enjoy the sex that first time, but I knew I'd do anything to make Daddy happy like that. I had my first orgasm with him the next night. I knew I was in love with him then."

"Where does that leave us?" I asked. It was a tough question to ask, because I wasn't sure I'd like the answer.

"I love you, Nick," Cheryl said sincerely. "And I want you as my husband. But Daddy comes first and he always will. You'd have to accept that."

"Not sure I can," I said truthfully.

She nodded, as if expecting that. "So. We calling it off? The engagement? Us?"

I shook my head. "I didn't say I wouldn't accept it," I replied, shocking her, I think. "I just gotta think about it."

"I can give you a month to decide," she said. "But at some point we need to know if this going to work."

"Fair," I said.

We hugged, comforting one another after the heavy conversation. "I love you, babe," I said, patting her back as he held one another, her head resting on my shoulder.

I enjoyed that intimate moment, but after a few seconds, I heard the door knock.

"Guess I know who that is," I joked and stepped back

"He's early," Cheryl said. "Sorry, hon." She seemed to sense that I was a little flustered to have our private talk interrupted.

"It's OK," I said. "I'll answer."

I opened the door and sure enough it was Mr. Bryant, dressed in a beat-up T-shirt and cargo shorts instead of his normal preppy businessman attire. "Hi Mark," I greeted, trying not to switch to the more formal "Mr. Bryant" with him. "Come in."

The man may be middle-aged and have the start of a beer belly, I realized, but there was definitely an animal magnetism to him. The contrast between his blue eyes and gruffly handsome, sun-beaten face, and the tall, bulky build he carried around like a charging bulldozer, even when he was in a jovial mood. I didn't want to be attracted to him, but fuck, I was.

"Ready to fix those gutters?" he bellowed as he walked past me into our living room. Mr. Bryant had two volumes. Loud and louder.

"Yep," I replied.

"Pleasure before business, though," he said as he stepped up to Cheryl and wrapped his strong arm around her waist and practically tugging her more petite frame toward his masculine bulk. Their mouths connected. Their kiss was somewhere between romantic and lusty. It was obscenely hot to watch.

Particularly as Mark bent his knees some to angle his hand down into Cheryl's loose shorts.

"Aw FUCK, Daddy!" she let out in a surprised yelp as her father's fingers started playing with her genitals.

"You like that Baby Doll?" he growled, seemingly oblivious I was there watching.

The two of them were entranced with each other, in fact. Cheryl just nodded with a girlish "um hm," for yes and I could see her push her privates into her father's molesting hand.

"MMmm, my baby's pussy is wet..." he hissed in his Texas drawl. "Getting all wet for your Big Daddy are ya?"

Cheryl let out another gasp, seemingly unable to answer as Mr. Bryant fingered with a lewd expression on his face.

"Let's get that hungry pussy stuffed, baby," he now whispered. Maybe he did have a different volume.

I watched, transfixed, as Mark walked Cheryl back to the master bedroom - our bedroom - as he put one paw on her slim shoulder and licked my fiancees pussy juices off his thick fingers.

I took a seat. I was hard as a rock, but feeling a million complicated emotions. A month, I thought. One month to decide if I could deal with this. If I could spend my married life witnessing Mark Bryant fuck my wife. His daughter. My head throbbed and I felt red from the heat of my blood.

The sounds traveled down the hall. A lot of giggling, Mark's low sex talk in an indistinguishable growl, wet kisses. The fuckers didn't even shut the door.

I should go outside, I realized, and I started to get up and walk toward the door. But I had to watch. My heart pounding, I made my way back toward the bedroom. The door wasn't cracked, it was wide open. And I could see them fucking plain as day. Missionary. Cheryl clenching at her father like she had with me the other night. Needy, urgent.

And Mark was really laying it into her. He was just magnificent to watch. All that daddy beef in full rut. I had never noticed before but Mr. Bryant had one hell of an ass. Big round globes of muscle that looked almost fatty but which clenched into firm hard muscle with each fuck thrust.

"Oh Daddy, you're so big," Cheryl gasped. "It feels like prom night each time you fuck me."

Mark's voice was surprisingly out of control, like he could barely talk. "You make me feel so good, Princess." A few more thrusts and I watched his back and gluteal muscle get firmer in its flexing. Then, "I'm gonna cum in ya, baby. Daddy's gonna cum."

"Yes!" Cheryl urged excitedly, but most of what I heard was Mr. Bryant's lion roar of an orgasm.

"FUCK YES!" finally came the words after a long deep growl. "Oh baby, oh honey," he gasped as he rode out his nut, his body in almost a push up position over his daughter.

Slowly, he relaxed and collapsed his weight down into an embrace. I don't know how my fiancee supported that bulk, but she held him and they kissed like lovers.

Yeah, I should have stepped away. I should have had some self respect. But I watched, even as that thick, heavy phallus slid out of my wife-to-be and that father cum oozed out of Cheryl's fucked pussy.

I was so caught up in the nasty display I didn't realize Mr. Bryant now stood beside the bed and was watching me.

"Cheryl said you were a perv," he said simply. God his dong was softening but swung long and heavy between his hairy thighs, still slick with sex. "Enjoy the show?" His words stung, and Mark meant them to.

Still, I couldn't lie. I nodded. "Yes," I said.

Mark chuckled. Like he wasn't pissed off, which was a good sign. He nodded to his daughter, style naked on the bed, her legs still spread, her pussy on display. "Your turn to fuck her, Nick," he offered. But he caught my eye. The flench of hesitation in my face. "Unless... there's something you want more."

Oh fuck. Mark had a leer on his face. The fucker knew. He took a slow step around the bed and another one toward me. God, that cock was beautiful. And everything about Mr. Bryant seemed hot to me. When I'd fooled around with guys in college, before Cheryl, it had been low-key sex with buddies. Normal college guys, guys my age.

But this man was different. Powerful. Cocky. Purely sexual. As he got closer his dick firmed up. Not a full-fledged hardon but closer.

"Go on," he urged, almost impatient.

I gulped then crouched down. That was the right thing to do, in Mark's eyes, because almost immediately I felt his meaty paw on the back of my neck as his other hand lined his dick up to my lips.

I licked the tip. Still sticky, still oozing cum. I hoped Mr. Bryant was recharging, though I felt ashamed for that wish. I licked more, around the plump head and just beyond. It tasted of man, but I could also taste my fiancee on him. I was getting out of control but I need more, opening up, I took him into my mouth.

"Looks like we got a cocksucker on our hands, honey," he laughed cruelly. Already he was holding my head steady and pushing that thick tool into my gullet. Nudging right against my gag reflex but somehow knowing when to stop just short.

"Told you, Daddy," Cheryl giggled.

Fuck.

It wasn't right to say I sucked Mr. Bryant's cock. Not that time at least. The man just held my skull and pumped me. Heavy strokes that challenged me. I was out of practice and had never blown a man this size. Particularly when his face fucking grew more urgent.

"Take it you fucking cum dump," he growled, and I got fed that Bryant cum first hand. Salt and sweet in the same proportion. Spurting against the back of my tongue as the man rode out his second orgasm in the span of ten minutes.

Somehow, somewhere in the process, I came.

Mark was quiet when he withdrew, even as I gave that magnificent soft penis one last kiss. "Who's slutty now," I shuddered when I thought of how I'd judged Cheryl lately. The big man stepped back, hands on his waist now and let his genitals be on full display for me.

It was then that I knew I'd go through with it all. The marriage. Putting up with Cheryl's incest and affair. Sucking Mark Bryant whenever he let me. Embracing the whole situation.

The man just looked down on me. Not the contemptuous smirk I was expecting, but a smile. Like he'd gotten his way.

Then he turned and went to the bathroom to piss and clean off.

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