bicurious male

Hmm…. Which category to post under? Group sex, loving wives, anal? This story could have gone in any of those but, as I’ve seen very similar tales in Gay Male, and, in the end it’s about exploring one’s gay side, that is where I’m going to post.



Enjoy.



C.B.




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“They’re doing cookery classes down at the local college. I think I might give them a go,” Trish said, looking up from reading the Evening Gazette, our local paper.



“The last thing you need is cookery classes,” I replied with some feeling. Trish is the best cook I’ve ever met; that’s one of the many reasons I married her.



“I don’t need to learn how to boil an egg but they’re offering an advanced course on Mediterranean cooking. It will be fun to learn something new.”



“I’m certainly not going to stop you going if that’s what you want. I may even have to force myself into helping test the results from time to time. It’s good, but is it fine dining?” I said, mimicking Michel Roux Jnr. from Masterchef, a program she’s keen on.



“The course is on Wednesday nights, seven ’till nine, so on those nights you’ll have to fend for yourself for a while.”



“The things I have to put up with!” I joshed. “I suppose I’ll have to suffer.” But, in truth, I’m completely capable of cooking my own evening meal, even if I’m nowhere near as good as her.



Enrolling on college courses is Trish all over. She’s a go-getter, always trying something new. I’m more of a stay at home and watch the match on the TV type of guy but, between us, we make a good pair and, after five years of marriage, we couldn’t be happier. It’s not just cookery courses where she’s the go-getter; it applies to most other parts of our lives and, when it comes to sex, she’s always been the more adventurous. She’s the one that bought the handcuffs and, following some of her other suggestions, we’ve tried a number of light role play games, nothing too serious but not that vanilla, either. That’s not to say she hasn’t got her limits and, to my slight frustration, try as I might, I can’t persuade her to try anal sex. When I pushed her on it she explained that one of her previous boyfriends tried it during a drunken fumble and it had hurt her so much she had vowed never to do it again. I could kill the bastard!



Five weeks later the course started and, immediately, I noticed the difference in our evening meals. A sudden infusion of peppers, sun-dried tomatoes, olive oil, seafood, pastas and paellas enlivened our already varied diet. Although there were one or two disasters and I’m never going to be the biggest fan of eating octopus tentacles, in general I enjoyed the new range of delicacies she introduced to us.



And then, one day, Trish announces that she’s invited a ‘David’ over for dinner. “Who’s David?” I asked and she explained that he was one of the other students on the course. Apparently they got on so well that, when the instructor had asked them to work in pairs, she and David had decided to work together.



“Oh, yeah? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked, but we both knew I was joking. I’m not the jealous type and I trust Trish completely.



“Wait ’till you meet him,” Trish replied with a grin. “I think you’ll find he’s more interested in you than me.”



Two days later he turns up on the doorstep and, immediately, I knew what Trish had meant. There was absolutely no reason to be jealous; David was obviously and openly gay. I don’t mean that he was a screaming queen or anything, just that he was gay, comfortable with being gay and had no problem with anyone and everyone knowing he was gay. He and Trish disappeared into the kitchen where I was obviously surplus to requirements so I retired to the lounge and, as I watched the match on the telly, I could hear in the background cooking together and having a great time.



The meal was fabulous. David had brought a bottle of wine and I dug out another to help it down with the end result that, after we’d finished and cleared away, we were all quite tipsy. But it wasn’t just the wine. The more I got to know David the more I appreciated what it was that Trish saw in him. He’s really a great guy. I found him really easy to talk to and we all got on like a house on fire.



With the meal over and cleared away, Trish brewed up some coffees and we all went back to the lounge. We carried on the chat from the dinner table and, as the night went on, I opened another bottle of wine and then another, so we were getting more and more relaxed in each other’s company.



And then, in the way that all drunken conversations seem to go, we started talking about sex and, in particular, about David being gay. I guess I was being a little personal but I was too drunk to care very much and he didn’t seem to mind. I was asking him about preferring boys over girls when he came out with:



“It’s not quite a clear cut as that. People aren’t just gay or straight with nothing in between, it’s a spectrum. I mean, if you draw a line with gay at one end and straight at the other then we’re all somewhere in the middle. No one is completely one way. There’s a little bit of straight in the gayest gay and a little bit of gay in the straightest straight. I mean, you’re straight, aren’t you?”



“Yes, happily married man and all that.”



“But I’ll bet you’ve thought about gay sex, wondered what it would be like with another guy.”



“But that’s…. that’s just normal curiosity,” I protested. Trish, who had been pretty silent through all this had perked up and had started taking an interest.



“OK, let’s try this one. I’ll bet you’re always pestering Trish to have a go at anal.”



I didn’t need to answer. A combination of my blushes and Trish’s laughter was all the confirmation he needed.



“But that doesn’t make me gay,” I protested. “After all, Trish’s a woman.”



“And a very sexy one at that. Even so, you still want to make love to her in a gay way,” he responded. “OK, so there’s a lot more to gay sex than anal but I’ll take another stab in the dark, if you’ll pardon the expression. I’ll take a pretty good guess that you’ve fantasised about it the other way around. You’ve thought about taking anal just as much as you’ve thought about giving anal. I bet a part of you wonders what it would feel like, to have another man’s prick up your bottom. Go on, admit it.”



“Have you?” Trish cut in. She was now on the edge of her seat and, quite evidently, as interested in the answer as David was.



“Hasn’t everyone?” I blustered.



“And that’s my point,” David said a bit smugly. “Every guy has, even you. There you are, Mr Happily Married Straight Guy, and even you wonder what it would be like. How about blow jobs? Is that part of your ‘normal curiosity’? What would happen if I offered you a blow job right now, or, for that matter, if I asked you for one?”



“I’m not sure I’m pissed enough for that,” I tried to joke. By now I was getting quite a way outside my comfort zone and Trish, treasure that she is, could see my discomfort and came to my rescue.



“What about you?” she asked David. “You’ve got Andy to confess to his secret homosexual fantasies. Does this mean you have secret heterosexual ones?”



“Of course,” David replied. “I’m pretty far over to the gay side of the spectrum but even I have wondered. The difference is that it was easier for me to find out.”



“And have you? What happened?”



“It was a disaster. I had to get pretty drunk to get up the nerve which didn’t help and, when we got there, I could barely get it up. I tried blaming it on the drink but I think she saw through me and she was pretty upset. Maybe I should have told her I was gay but experimenting.”



“May you should have done. It would have been more honest,” Trish answered and, with that, the conversation moved on to other topics.



It wasn’t much later that the evening broke up. We were all tired and drunk so, as soon as David’s taxi had left, Trish and I agreed to leave tidying up until the next day and, together, we made our way to bed.



“Are you OK?” Trish asked as we snuggled under the covers.



“I’m fine,” I replied, not so sure that I was.



“It’s just that I could tell that David got to you a bit. All those questions made you a little uncomfortable.”



“No, it’s OK. I mean, he’s a nice guy and he’s obviously had to think all this through. It was quite an interesting take on things, really. But what about you? Does it bother you that I might have gay thoughts sometimes?”



“On the contrary, I find it quite exciting,” Trish replied as she snuggled up to me. “I quite fancy the idea of you with another man.” She proceeded to show me just how exciting she had found it and, while we were too drunk to do much about it but, before we drifted off to sleep, she had put all my concerns to rest.



And that was it for a week or so. David popped by a from time to time to do some project work with Trish but nothing was ever said about what we had talked about. In fact we soon became pretty good friends and, even when he wasn’t doing project work with Trish, he was welcome just to come and hang out.



However, he had planted some seeds and, every time I saw him I couldn’t help but wonder. What would it be like? Not that I was ever going to do anything. I mean, the last thing I was going to do was to cheat on Trish, or hurt her in any way. She’s precious to me, I love her dearly and she’s the person I’m sharing the rest of my life with. However, that doesn’t stop me wondering what it would be like with another man. He’d asked how I would feel if he were to give me a blow job. Would it be that different from having Trish do it? I had a sudden vision of David and Trish on their knees in front of me taking turns at sucking my prick while I judged them on technique and couldn’t believe how hard just thinking about it made me.



Far darker were all the other massive questions about what it would feel the other way around. What would it be like if I were to give him a blow job? What would it be like to have another guy’s prick in my mouth? Or darker still, was David right in suggesting that my desire for anal sex meant that I also wanted to feel what it would be like to have a man’s prick up my backside. On one of Trish’s college nights I even went up to the bedroom and got out her vibrators but when I looked at them I hadn’t got the nerve to do anything. Even that felt a bit too close to cheating on Trish, a thing I would never do.



In the end it turned out that I wasn’t the only one wondering. It was maybe a couple of months later and we were lying in bed together when she put down her book, rolled towards me and I felt her hand reaching for my prick. I know this ploy well. Sometimes it ends up with her confessing to a new little dent on the car, sometimes she’s spent a little more on shoes than she thinks I’ll be happy with and sometimes she’s just as horny as hell and won’t rest until I’ve given her a damn good seeing to. Whichever, I’m always keen to oblige. She waited until I was good and hard before she spoke, a sign that this is something she’s nervous about.



“Hun,” she said softly, “I’ve been thinking…”



“What have you been thinking?” I asked carefully.



“Do you remember when David was over and we all got drunk?”



“Well, we’ve done that more than once,” I replied.



“I mean the first time, the time he talked about how straight guys have homosexual urges.”



“Yeah, I remember that,” I said with a chuckle.



“Do you remember when he asked how you would feel if he asked you for a blow job?”



“That’s not a discussion I’m likely to forget in a hurry.”



“Well, what if…. Hang on a second….” She let go of my prick, pushed back the covers and knelt up so she was straddling me. Then, with one hand holding herself open and the other holding my prick so as to guide it between her thighs, she lowered herself down until I was buried to the hilt. Judging by the way I slid inside her without any resistance she was hot to trot and ready to go.



“There, ooh, yes, that’s better, now, as I was saying,” she continued as she put her hands on my shoulders and rocked back and forth, easing me in and out of her. “Anyway, David’s discussion got me thinking and, well, you know how kinky I can be.”



“I know full well just how kinky you can be,” I replied. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”



“Well, I got wondering, wondering if…,” her movements against me were getting stronger and I could see that she was already approaching her orgasm. Whatever it was that she was thinking about was really getting to her.



“Please, Andy, please don’t be too shocked, it’s just a thought, just a fantasy but….”



“But what?”



“Supposing, just supposing…. Supposing I had you handcuffed and then….”



She closed her eyes and rhythmically pumped herself up and down as she concentrated on what she was thinking of. Having me handcuffed was not enough, I knew there had to be something more.



“And then what?” I asked, impatient to find out what was turning her on so much. “Once you’ve got me handcuffed, what then? What’s on that deliciously kinky mind of yours?”



“If you were handcuffed then I could… I could… I could watch as… watch as… watch as you were forced to… forced to… forced to give David a blow job!”



And, with that, she came, or rather we both did. Her pussy muscles clenched as she slammed herself up and down on my prick and that was enough to tip me over the edge. In a frenzy passion we climaxed together, our bodies conjoined in ecstasy.



“Oh god, that was good, so good, so good,” Trish panted as, completely sated, she collapsed forward so that, with me still inside her, she was lying on top of me and we were kissing and cuddling as we enjoyed the post orgasmic glow. I love that, I love feeling myself inside her as and it all dies down and I become soft again. We were still like that when I felt the time had come to face the elephant in the room.



“This fantasy of yours, are you serious about it or is it just a fantasy? I can see how much it turns you on.”



“At the moment it’s just a fantasy. Just thinking about it makes me hot. Well, you saw that.”



“Yeah, I did. But, would you want to do it for real?”



“I’m not sure. I mean, I’d never force anything on you that we hadn’t agreed first. I don’t want to do anything you’re not happy with. I love you, I love you so, so much and I’d never want to hurt you.”



“But, if I were to be OK with it, then you might like to take this further. Is that it?” I asked with a chuckle. “What about David? Have you asked him how he feels about all this?”



“Of course not! I wouldn’t dream of asking him unless I had cleared it with you. If we are going to do this it has to be both of us.”



“And if you ask him what makes you think he will agree?”



“I don’t know. Women’s intuition, I guess. Anyway, there’s only one way to find out but I’m not asking until we’re both sure. So, what about it? How do you feel about it?”



Talk about the sixty four thousand dollar question! How did I feel? If Trish had asked me at practically any other time my answer would have been a straight ‘no’ but, in the relaxed bliss of the afterglow I was a little more pliable. There were two big things that made me uneasy. The first, and probably the biggest, was the thought of adding another person to our lovemaking. I liked David, I really liked David but, as the old saying goes, three into two won’t go. The second was all the things about the fact that David was a guy. It’s one thing to have the occasional homosexual thought; it’s something else to actually do something about it.



On the other hand, I had once admitted to Trish that one of my fantasies was a threesome, albeit that I had imagined the third party being another woman. Although this had stayed a fantasy and we had never done anything about making it real there had been an unspoken acceptance that, should the right circumstances arise, we might consider it. As such, if I could expect Trish to share our bed with another woman then it was only reasonable that she could expect me to be OK sharing it with another man.



And then there was the whole ‘handcuffed’ thing. Trish had bought a pair once as a bit of a joke but, after we had fooled around with them for a bit, we discovered that they can be a lot of fun. She’d play at being the evil dominatrix and I was her victim, bound and powerless. However we’d soon found the limitations. Neither of us is into the pain thing so, beyond a certain amount of teasing, there wasn’t that much we could do. However, as Trish had climaxed she’d said something about me being ‘forced’ to give David a blow job. This was definitely a new twist to the game. I tried to imagine it. Naked and handcuffed, David with his prick out and Trish ordering me to suck it…. How did I feel? Half of me was intrigued and excited, the other half scared shitless. The question was whether the intrigued and excited half was enough to win out over scared shitless?



“You’re very quiet,” Trish said after a while.



“I’m still trying to work out how I feel about this,” I replied. “That’s not a ‘no’, but I’m not sure it’s a ‘yes’ either.”



She snuggled a little closer.



“I’ll do you a deal. Play your cards right on this one and maybe I’ll reconsider my ban on anal sex. Can’t say fairer than that, can I?”



“Is that a promise?”



“Let’s just say that if you’re prepared to indulge my fantasies then it’s only fair that I indulge yours. Ooh, look, are you getting hard again? I think someone is quite as reticent as they thought. Do I gather you don’t find my little fantasy a complete turn off?”



She knelt back up so that, this time, she was straddling my thighs and, yes, a combination of her fantasy and the possibility of anal sex had got to me and the results were there for her to see. She reached down and, for the second time that evening, her hand was wrapped around my prick.



“Of course, if you were properly handcuffed, there are all sorts of gay things I could make you do, aren’t there?”



“Yes,” I replied rather breathlessly. With the handcuff game in mind I reached up and gripped the bars of our brass bedstead as if my wrists were fastened there.



“Yes, what?”



“Yes, Miss,” I replied slipping deeper into the handcuff game.



“Shall we see if he’ll fit back inside?”



“Oooh, yes, please, Miss.”



And that is what she did.



It was a couple of Fridays later when, as had become the norm, we had invited David over for dinner and, naturally, the wine was flowing. By the end of the meal we’d drunk maybe a bottle and a half between the three of us so we were tipsy but far from out of it. We left the washing up for later and retired to the lounge but, on the way there, Trish excused herself and disappeared upstairs. When she returned she was wearing the black satin dressing gown that I had got her for Christmas and I immediately wondered what she was, or was not, wearing underneath. The fact that the bits I could see were sheer black stockings and high heeled shoes gave clues that the rest of her attire was equally enticing.



“Wow! Look at Miss Sexy! If I weren’t gay…,” David quipped as Trish sat herself on the arm of my armchair. She leaned into me and draped her arm over my shoulder which had the added bonus of giving me a glimpse down her cleavage, a sight I will never get bored of seeing. She made herself comfortable and the satin gown slipped to one side exposing her legs all the way up to mid thigh. She looked gorgeous.



“But the thing is, you are gay,” Trish said to David once she had got comfortable. “And, being gay, my womanly charms, such as they are, hold little allure for you.” She paused as she reached into the pocket of her gown and brought out a pair of interlocked leather cuffs which I’d never seen before. She dangled them in front of her. “On the other hand, Andy might be more to your tastes and I have decided that, if suitably restrained, he could be made available. Can I offer you his services for a blow job, for example?”

For a moment there was a pause. All three of us knew this was some sort of defining moment.



“And how does Andy feel about this?” David asked eventually, looking straight at me. I guessed from his lack of surprise that Trish must have laid some of the groundwork and this hadn’t come as a complete bolt out of the blue. Even so he was checking to make sure. If I was going to back out this would be the time to do it. There was a brief but intense battle between my curiosity and my nervousness; curiosity won.



“If Miss Trish orders it to be so,” I replied, my heart going nineteen to the dozen.



“So it’s ‘Miss Trish’ now, is it?” David asked.



“Once she gets the cuffs out, it is.” I said with a weak laugh.



“Well, if that’s the way it is around here,” he turned back to Trish, “how could I possibly refuse such a generous proposition. Thank you, I would be delighted to take you up on your offer of a blow job from Andy.”



“You’re more than welcome,” Trish replied. “And there’s no time like the present. David, I feel that you’re a wee bit overdressed. Come along now.”



This was it; this was the moment it all got real. My heart was pounding and a million butterflies were doing the Macarena in my stomach. If I didn’t back out now then I was committing myself to… to…. I glanced up at Trish who smiled back at me. She had a glint in her eyes. I could see how excited this was making her.



“The safe word is ‘strawberry’,” I said quietly.



“That’s right,” Trish confirmed, nodding gently. “Strawberry, now stand up and get undressed.”



I don’t think I could have done it if Trish hadn’t ‘ordered’ me to do so but, with her dangling the wrist cuffs in front of me, we were straight into the role play and I ‘had no choice’. I guess this was the get out that I needed. My dithering and indecisiveness was now moot; Trish had made the decision and my job was to ‘obey’. Still shaking I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt with both Trish and David watching intently.



Once my shirt was off Trish held out her hand so I passed it over and she folded it and put it on the table in front of her Then I reached down and slipped off my shoes and socks. She held out her hand for those as well which reinforced the feeling that I was some sort of naughty child who was undressing to order. I handed them over and fumbled with the button at the waistband of my trousers. I was all fingers and thumbs so it seemed to take forever. Finally I managed it and I undid my fly and pushed my trousers and boxers to the floor. I stepped out of them, picked them up, passed them to Trish and finally stood there naked.



David who had been silent the whole time, looked me up and down which just made me feel more exposed. He smiled at me as if he appreciated what he was looking at.



Trish shook out my trousers, folded them and put them on the pile with the rest of my clothes. Then she stood up and came up behind me, taking my arms and positioning them behind my back. As she fastened the cuffs I began to appreciate how they were superior to handcuffs. There were no sharp edges to dig in and they could be done up quite tightly without any discomfort. She checked that the cuffs were secure and I felt that frisson that comes with the loss of liberty. She guided me across the room to stand in front of David. With my hands behind my back there was nothing I could do to protect my modesty and my prick was very much on display. Already I could feel it starting to grow.



“Stand up straight, Andy, let David see what he’s getting. That’s better. Now do a twirl so David can get a good look.” I did as I was told and, as I was getting into the mood of the game, I tried to make myself look sexy. When I had turned all the way around Trish stopped me and held me facing David. “How about this?” she asked as she reached down and took my prick in her hand. I was now being wanked in front of another man which added to the frisson and, after a couple of strokes, she had me standing tall and proud. “Do you like what you see? How does his prick compare with the other boys?” Trish asked.



“He is quite nicely built, not bad at all. May I have a go?” David sat up and reached out towards me.



“Be my guest,” Trish replied, nudging me forward and, for the first time, another man touched my prick.



If Trish wanking me had been thrilling then this was doubly so. I mean, all he was doing was stroking it gently up and down but it felt like the best wank ever and I just wanted him to go harder and faster. I couldn’t help but push my hips towards him.



“Careful, you don’t want to over excite him,” Trish said, spotting how worked up I was getting.



“He does seem to be enjoying it a little too much,” David replied, slowing down but not stopping. “It just goes to prove my point, however straight they are on the outside, every man is a little bit gay.”



“More than a little bit by the looks of things,” she laughed before turning to me. “Well, boy, do you like having another man stroke your prick?”



“Yes. Yes, Miss,” I said softly.



“And what about blow jobs? Would you like to suck David’s prick for him?”



“Yes, please, Miss,” I replied. In role this was the only possible reply. The ‘real me’ was a little less sure of things.



“On your knees, then,” Trish ordered.



David let go of my prick and I got down on my knees in front of him.



“Right here?” David asked Trish.



“Why not?” Trish replied. She perched on the arm of the chair next to him so as to be able to watch.



David undid his trousers and, with a bit of shuffling around in the armchair, pushed them down to the top of his thighs. It turned out I wasn’t the only one with a hard prick and I could see that, without being enormous, David was pretty well endowed. For a moment my nerve failed me and I just knelt and stared.



“Go on,” Trish urged, “you know you want to.”



All my nerves, all my reservations, came to the fore. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to take another man’s prick in my mouth? I had no practical objections, after all, Trish would quite happily give me blow jobs, how was this so different? However, whatever the logic might say, emotionally this was a whole new ball game. Could I really, I mean, really…?



And then I did. I leant forward and gently kissed the top of his glans. Oh, god! I’m actually doing it, I really am sucking another man’s prick, well, kissing it really, but it comes to the same thing. It tasted weird, not bad but weird. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, trying to get more of the taste. Any revulsion I might have felt was gone, replaced by a fascination and, whisper it quietly, sexual excitement. I was really doing this, it was no longer a day dream, this was the real thing. Oh, I wasn’t going to come or anything but the whole scenario was a massive turn on and my erection was as strong as ever.



But all this kissing and licking was just a way of putting off what I was really there for. I knew what worked best for me so it made sense to do it to him. Leaning further forward I opened my mouth and, for the first time, took another man’s prick deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t take too much. I was at the wrong angle to deep throat or anything like that, and I’m not sure I could if I wanted to, but I took maybe the top two inches and, bobbing my head back and forth, ran my lips up and down his shaft.



But that wasn’t enough. Now that I had crossed the Rubicon I wanted more, much more. Each time I bobbed down I tried to go a little further. I wanted to feel every inch, I wanted every bit of his big fat prick filling my mouth. Maybe it was because of the role play, maybe it was because my arms were cuffed behind my back, but I was revelling in my submissive side and I wanted to be used by him.



“God! He’s really getting off on it!” Trish exclaimed. “How’s he doing? Is he any good?”



“Not bad, not bad for a beginner,” David replied. “But I may have to take control a bit.”



“Whatever you want,” Trish replied. “He’s there to please you, not the other way around.”



David placed one hand either side of my head and started to thrust with his hips, pushing his prick into my mouth. Now he had taken over, he was in command and I really was just a vessel to be used. And this, for me, just added to the thrill. I had no say in things, no control. Trish had offered my services without my say so and David was now making use of it as he wished. And using it he was. This was no longer a blow job; he was fucking my mouth and I loved it. His thrusts were harder, sharper, faster, banging against the back of my throat.



“Does he… does he… does he swallow?” David asked, rather breathlessly.



“Oh, yes. He swallows. Every drop,” Trish replied and, from the tone of her voice, I could tell she was loving every minute of this.



And that implicit permission was all that David needed. His thrusting came to a climax and so did he. Even though I knew what was coming it was still a bit of a shock as, suddenly, my mouth was full of his come and, like the depraved slut I had become, I swallowed it all down. I’m not normally some sort of submissive wimp, nor do I wish to become one, but right there, right then, deep into the role, I loved being used in this way. I loved the feel of him shooting his jizm into the back of my throat and the taste as the thick liquid filled my mouth. I didn’t need to be told to swallow; in role I had no other choice. Finally, completely spent, David slumped back exhausted. He might have been finished but I wasn’t. I kept his prick in my mouth, enjoying his erection, using my tongue to gently play with it as the passion subsided.



There was a pause, a silence, as the three of us took in what had just happened.



“Well, after all that, I don’t know about you but I could do with another glass of wine,” Trish said after a while.



“Er, yes, thank you,” David replied.



As I still had my mouth full I said nothing. Trish slipped off the arm of the chair, picked up the bottle, poured out three glasses, one of which she passed on to David, leaving the other two on the table.



“Andy, stop nuzzling David’s prick and come over here next to me,” she said as she sat down in the armchair. I started to stand up but she shook her head so I stayed on my knees as I shuffled over and knelt next to her feet. She reached for one of the glasses of wine and let me have a big slurp. Then she put the glass back on the table and sat back, her fingers messing with my hair as she cuddled my head against her thighs.



“I do hope you found Andy completely satisfactory,” Trish asked David as if I were some sort of kitchen appliance that she had loaned him and, I guess, in a way, this was what made this scene work. As long as ordering me to give David a blow job had no more emotional involvement than lending him the food mixer then no one got hurt.



“Oh, yes. More enthusiasm than finesse but most enjoyable,” David replied, putting away his prick and pulling up his trousers.



“Well, he certainly seemed to enjoy it. Look at him! Even now he’s still got a bit of a stiffy. Who’d have thought that he get off so much on sucking another man’s prick. It makes you wonder what else he’s secretly into.”



“Judging by the way you’re keeping him bound and naked it looks a lot like that’s something you want to find out,” David laughed. “What is this? Did Andy lose some kind of bet or something?”



“Hey, you started it!” Trish protested. “You’re the one who insisted that Andy had gay fantasies. All we’re doing is finding out just how deep those fantasies go.”



“And how far do they go?”



“We don’t know — yet,” Trish replied.



“And what about you? What do you get out of it?”



“Oh, I get to watch,” Trish said, grinning from ear to ear.



“So this is all about your voyeuristic tendencies,” David asked.



“That’s part of it,” Trish admitted.



“Well, seeing as everyone is getting off on it, where’s the harm. So, ‘Miss’, you seem to be in control. What do you want to watch next?”



“What do I want to watch? I’ll tell you what I want. I want to watch you fuck him. I want to watch you fuck his arse. I want to watch you push your big hard prick right the way up his bum hole!” The naked lust was clear in her voice.



“Wow! And that turns you on?” David queried.



“Oh yes!” Trish replied. “Do you think you can manage it so soon after coming in his mouth.”



“With Andy’s virgin arse on offer, I don’t think I’ll have too many problems,” David boasted but, as he did so he was looking at me and, in particular, at the way my prick was still quite hard. There was just a flicker of an ‘OK?’ across his lips and, in return, I gave him a slight nod.



“There’s just one thing, though,” David continued, “We could do it right here but I think this might be easier if we were to relocate to the bedroom.”



“I’ve got no problems with that,” Trish replied getting to her feet. “Why don’t you follow me upstairs? Come along, Andy.”



With a sway of her hips she led the way upstairs to the bedroom.



When we got there Trish unfastened the cuffs, refastened them with my hands in front of me and ordered me to lie down on the bed with my arms over my head.



“How do you want him, face up or face down?” Trish asked.



“Hmm… If you want to watch then face up might be best,” David replied.



Somewhat to my surprise Trish had obviously been getting organised before hand. She opened her bedside drawer and fetched out a short length of chain with a padlock at each end. She locked one end to the link between the wrist cuffs, the other she looped around one of the vertical bars in our brass bedstead before it too was locked off. Then she arranged me with my legs apart and, for good measure, gave my prick a couple of strokes to bring me back to full hardness.



“There, doesn’t he look pretty,” she joked. “All chained up and ready for you.”



“Very pretty, I don’t suppose he’s ever done anal before, has he?” David asked.



“No, this is a first,” Trish replied.



“Then I can’t just go barging in. We need to open him up a bit. Prepare his anus for fucking. Do you have anything in the way of vibrators?”



Trish went back to her bedside drawer and fetched out her collection of three. There was a one in the ‘rabbit’ style, one a smooth chrome and plastic bullet and one pretty much the same shape and size of my own prick, well, maybe a little larger.



“That one will do nicely,” he said picking the prick shaped one. “What about lube?”



“Guess what I picked up, just in case,” Trish replied. She put the other two vibrators back to the drawer and took out a tube of lubricant and handed it to David.



“Perfect! You are well prepared. You must have been a girl guide,” he joked. “The only thing we need now is a couple of towels. Well, that’s unless you fancy washing all your bedding afterwards.”



“Gotcha,” Trish said as she disappeared off in the direction of the bathroom.



While she was gone David sat on the edge of the bed, looked me straight in the eye and reached for my prick.



“And how are we doing?” he asked as his stroking caused my prick to just get harder and harder. “Are you ready to have your cherry plucked? Feeling nervous?”



I didn’t say a word but looked back at him and smiled uneasily. Of course I was nervous but that was just part of the mix of emotions roiling within me. I mean, if you’re chained to the bed stark naked with another man wanking you off prior to fucking you up the arse you’re bound to be nervous, aren’t you. On the other hand, for all my nerves, it was the thought that another man was about to fuck me up the arse that was helping to make my prick so hard and the feeling of his wanking me was something rather special. So special that I couldn’t suppress a groan and, at that moment, Trish returned with a couple of towels.



“Don’t get him too worked up,” she said. “He only gets to come as a reward if he’s a good boy, not before.”



“Yeah, but the more turned on he is the more relaxed he’ll be and the easier it will be for everyone. Hey, why don’t you take over while I get busy with the lube?”



Trish handed David the towels and went round and sat on the other side of the bed. While she took over from David at stroking my prick he got off the bed and went round to get on again at the bottom. He positioned my legs with my feet still apart and my knees bent so, importantly, he could get at my backside. He folded up one of the towels and slipped it under my buttocks. Then he took the lube and squeezed out a generous portion just below my balls. I could feel it dripping down the crack between my arse cheeks until he reached in with a finger, scooped it up and spread it around my bum hole. The tip of his finger was pushing, pushing harder, right on the edge of breaking through. And then, suddenly, he wasn’t outside any more, his finger was inside me, getting me as slippery in there as I was outside.



“Oh my god, you’re sticking your finger up his bum!” Trish, who had been watching closely, exclaimed. “Go on, shove it right in.”



“One moment, I need more lube,” David said. He removed his finger and squeezed out another dollop of lube along it. Then he returned to my bum hole and slipped it back in, all the way in. He pushed and rotated his finger, spreading the lube around inside me.



“That’s about as much as I can do with my finger,” David commented as he withdrew. “Let’s see how well he does with the vibrator.”



David reached for the prick shaped vibrator. He smothered it with lube before lining it up and I could feel him using the end of it to play with my bum hole. Unlike his finger this wasn’t going to just slip straight in. I could feel myself starting to panic. David must have sensed this.



“OK, Andy, I’ll go nice and slowly. Try to relax. The more you relax the easier this will be. Are you ready?” he said gently. I glanced at Trish who, eyes bright with amazement, was transfixed by what was going on between my thighs. I couldn’t say no, I really couldn’t so, nervously I nodded assent.



And then he started pushing, pushing and twisting. The tip of the vibrator found my entrance and started to open it up. He’d told me to relax but how could I? Whether I wanted to or not, I could feel myself tensing, trying to lock him out. His finger had been easy but this, this was far bigger, far wider, far fatter, far…. Oh my god! It was inside me, stretching me open, and I couldn’t help myself but give out a massive groan. I knew he was being gentle but it felt like nothing on earth. I gripped the bars of the bedstead, trying to come to terms with the invader. How did it feel? I really didn’t know the answer to that. There were so many conflicting emotions. It felt enormous, it felt impossible, it felt incredible.



And then it was gone again. David had taken it out and was, once again, smothering it with lube. This time, when it came to putting it back in me, there was less hesitation, this time it just seemed to slide straight back in, this time he started fucking me with it, easing it back and forth but with each push, he was going deeper.



But by now it wasn’t just him pushing that was driving the vibrator further inside me. As much as he was pushing, I was also pushing back. Now that the worst was over, now that it was actually inside me, I wanted to feel it all, I wanted to see how much I could take. This, of course, was not lost on Trish.



“Look at the randy little sod; he’s loving this, isn’t he?”



“I told you, every man has a bit of gay inside him.”



“What he’s got inside him is my vibrator, quite a lot of my vibrator,” Trish replied. “I can’t wait to see you inside him. I want to see your prick, not a vibrator, shoved up his jacksie.”



“And so you shall, my dear, and so you shall. He’s pretty much ready anyway. Hold the vibrator for me, will you? I need to get undressed, I don’t want lube all over my clothes.”



Trish reached down and took hold of the end of the vibrator and continued to move it back and forth inside me. Meanwhile David got up off the bed, wiped his hands on the spare towel and started to take his clothes off. I watched intently. I didn’t believe I could find the sight of another man sexy but he is good looking and, with Trish still sliding the vibrator in and out of my bum hole, I’ll admit that he did look good. He spotted me watching and gave me a bit of a show. He was already pretty hard and he stroked himself in front of me. But then, with him now naked, it was time to get down to business. He got back on the bed and knelt between my knees. Then he took my ankles and lifted them up so that my legs formed a vertical ‘V’.

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