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Chrystal was a chestnut beauty, rough-talking but literate, far enough along the wild side there was a potential for danger, to others as to herself. I was always drawn to that artistic absolute, which rides the sharp-tooth river, as a protector and a friend who would travel a ways and share a plate.



Chrystal had the eyes of a fawn, and something of its fragility. She was fond of guns. She liked to shoot. She had a .357, a 30.06, and a sixteen gage, and she liked to shoot them all.



She was hot. The light from her eyes rendered capable men her helpless slaves, following her around like a litter of devoted puppies.



She could cuss like a sailor. Fuck was her favorite word in the English language, and she was fond of using it.



I had to follow her, there was no choice in the matter. She led me into the dark, where we acted out our passions. Her body so ripe and sensual. She was a hellcat with a hunger for cock. She embraced me with her hands, her mouth, and her cunt.



I tasted her pussy and found it a tonic for the gods. Fucking her was an ecstatic rite of embracing the feminine.



We came like lost wolves, howling in the night. Chrystal was riding on top, shouting, “I’m gonna fuck you, you fucker.”



After I came she slid up my chest and held my head while rubbing her pussy in my face.



“You made the mess, you clean it up.”



I ate her pussy, the ripe rich fruit of passion. She moaned as I gave her a thorough tongue bath.



Her doorbell rang. “That is my roommate Angela, and her boyfriend Brad; they’re cool.”



She went to the door to let them in, pulling a robe on, but leaving it open. I quickly threw on my pants and followed her into the living room.



Angela was a flawless blonde, with skin like creamery butter. She was taller than Chrystal and had somewhat larger breasts. She smiled at her roommate and me standing in front of the couch.



Brad followed her in. He was big, bald and black. It was clear he knew Chrystal well.



Chrystal made introductions.



“Maybe I should have called,” Angela said.



“No, we’re ready for a little party.”



“Then we got whatchu need to party with.” Brad smiled brightly at us both.



I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Chrystal made no great effort to keep covered. And while Brad enjoyed the view, both he and Angela were comfortable with it.



“Break it out.”



In the living room, aside from the TV, there was a couch with an end table, and a chair. Chrystal ushered me and Brad to the couch, where she sat between us. Angela sat in the easy chair. “It’s some good shit.”



Brad pulled a joint out of his pocket. “A few hits of this will put you in a real happy place.”



He lit the joint and passed it to Chrystal. Chrystal toked and passed it along to me. It was some skunky weed. The joint made it around the room three times and we were all wasted.



“Like I said,” Angela repeated, “sorry we interrupted.”



“Who said you interrupted?”



Chrystal turned to me. “You don’t mind if they join us, do you?”



Angela looked inviting, sitting across from me. Brad chuckled.



“Not at all.”



Chrystal began stroking the inside of Brad’s thigh with one hand, the inside of my thigh with the other. Our cocks quickly grew hard under her skillful ministrations.



Angela stripped while we watched. She had her eyes on Chrystal. Once she was naked she leaned over Chrystal and kissed her. She pushed Chrystal’s robe open and hugged their naked bodies together.



They stuck their tongues out and tongued each other. By impulse I leaned in from the side to share the kiss. Brad leaned in from the other side. The girls parted and left us rubbing tongues.



We parted, both of us laughing. The girls smiled at each other and laughed at us. Angela stroked Chrystal’s body.



My cock was hard and confined; I pulled it out. Chrystal had her hands busy with Angela. Those girls were into each other, and it was a pleasure to see.



Brad and I stroked our cocks while we watched the girls making out. Angela slid her hand between Chrystal’s legs. I got up as Chrystal parted her legs.



I wanted to get my pants off. As I pulled them off, I slipped and landed on Brad. He handled my cock as he helped me stand.



As I stood, he sat up.



“Lemme help you with those.” He helped me take off my pants and boxer shorts. He petted my cock as he did so.



Angela slid down and began to eat Chrystal’s pussy. I had a good view. That girl could eat pussy.



Brad stood up to take off his pants. I sat down to give him room, in the spot where he was sitting. I was very stoned.



Chrystal kissed me as Angela ate her pussy. She stroked Brad as he stood before us. Chrystal smiled at me, then leaned out to suck on Brad’s cock.



Brad had a big, hot cock. I had to admire it. Chrystal kissed me, then went back to sucking Brad. She kissed me again. I could taste Brad’s precum on her tongue. It made me hot.



As Chrystal kissed me, she grabbed Brad’s cock and pulled it closer. The next thing I knew, I had Brad’s cock in my mouth. It was delicious.



Chrystal had a hard time getting his dick away from me. She and Angela laughed as they watched me sucking Brad.



“Now we’re gonna have some fuckin’ fun.”



Chrystal sucked my cock, watching me suck Brad. Angela was demonstrating her talent for eating pussy. Chrystal sat up and fondled her breasts with a moan. She smiled at me and then leaned over the arm of the chair to open a drawer on the end table. There she had a bottle of KY jelly.



She spread some gel on her breast, massaging it in. When she was done, she still had some gel left, so she applied it to my cock. Pouring more gel into her hand, she massaged my balls and the taint meat leading to my asshole. As I sucked Brad, Chrystal stroked my asshole and gently inserted a well-oiled finger.



Angela left off eating Chrystal. She parted my butt checks so she sould watch Chrystal finger fuck my asshole. Angela pulled on my cock a few times while she watched.



“Brad, check this out,” she called her boyfriend.



Brad pulled his huge cock out of my mouth. I savored the precum and then swallowed. Brad’s cock was already well-lubed. You could get a lot of precum out of that dick before he ever shot a load.



Brad stepped back. Angela held my cheeks apart so Brad could watch Chrystal drive her index finger into my asshole to the third knuckle and twirl it around.



Angela took the lube from Chrystal and applied it to Brad’s cock. I reached over and stroked Chrystal’s wet pussy. Chrystal rolled on her back, offering me her pussy and ass. I stuck my cock in her pussy and fucked her.



I had to stop when Angela grabbed my butt cheeks again and held them apart. Brad stepped close and slid his long, lubed rod into my asshole.



The three of us were on our knees on the floor. I was fucking Chrystal and Brad was fucking me. Angela watched us a moment. Then she crawled between our legs and licked Chrystal’s pussy.



I drew my cock out of Chrystal’s pussy and jammed it up her ass. She groaned as I did so.



The three of us fucked for a while as Angela ate Chrystal’s pussy and played with our balls. Angela reached up and drew my cock out of Chrystal’s ass. She sucked it clean, and then moved down to Brad. Chrystal and I held each other and watched her suck on Brad’s big black cock.



Chrystal whispered to me, “This one’s for you.”



Angela held out Brad’s cock for me and I took it in my mouth. The precum was really flowing. Chrystal had a taste, and then passed his cock back to me.



Angela watched as we worked his cock over with our mouths. It was mostly me. Chrystal licked his shaft and played with his nuts. Every now and then she would take a suck on his cock, priming him for me so to speak.



Angela looked up at Brad and saw he was ready.



“You want this load?” she asked me.



I nodded hungrily, working the underside of his glans with the tip of my tongue as I sucked.



“You got it,” Brad groaned.



Chrystal felt his balls jump and watched my face as Brad shot his load over my tongue, filling my mouth with his potent nectar.



I sat back and held his cum in my mouth, swimming my tongue through it.



“Don’t swallow,” Chrystal told me.



She kissed me, using her tongue to ladle cum over my tongue. She ensured I got the most out of it.



Then she laid back and spread her legs, saying, “Come on and fuck me.”



I slid my cock into her. Angela joined us in our French kiss, getting a taste of the cum I still held in my mouth. She reached her hand down to finger Chrystal’s clit as I fucked her.



The girls 69ed with Angela on top and began eating each other. I went from Chrystal’s pussy to her asshole, fucking one and then the other and going back again. Really, I had three holes to stick it in, as Angela’s mouth was always available.



Brad grew hard quickly watching. He took a position at the other end of the 69, where Chrystal ate Angela’s pussy and offered her mouth to him when he was not fucking one of Angela’s offered holes.



We fucked until everyone was cumming. Christal’s cunt was oozing with pussy juice and dripping with cum, as Angela’s was from Brad.



Brad and I switched places. I helped Chrystal lick all Brad’s cum out of Anjela’s pussy, as Brad and Anjela did with Chrystal. We all ate pussy until the girls were screaming with pleasure. Then the four of us joined in a group kiss. The taste of seed was ripe on us all.



And now the day is as the night to me. Each has its own flavor, and its own hidden splendor, neither to be refused.

I still couldn’t quite believe how much I had enjoyed taking my first real cock. I was even more excited about one day taking a bigger cock, although Cashlie was my main focus for now. We didn’t really speak until she text me on Wednesday to ask if I wanted to go out with her and a couple of friends on Saturday evening, I naturally said yes. We arranged that I would meet Cashlie at her place at 8 and then go out from there.



When I got home it hit me that I would be going out in public with Cashlie for the first time, I felt as though I should be nervous about being seen in public with a transsexual but considering it was Cashlie I was not worried at all. The fact that I didn’t know where we would be going out, or who we would be meeting had me excited for the rest of the week; my life had completely changed in the past couple of weeks and I was loving it!



I met Cashlie outside the station again, and as I got into her car we shared a passionate kiss. She was wearing a tight fitting pink t-shirt and slim jeans; but even in casual clothes she just oozed sexuality.



“I think you’re going to have fun tonight.” she said, sultry as ever.



“So do I.” I replied.



“Ok, so the plan is we go back to mine for a little bit, and then head out to the club where we’re meeting my friends.” she told me.



“Sounds good.” I said



We walked to the lift hand in hand, just as we did the first time, but we managed to control ourselves before getting into her apartment.



When we walked through the door she grabbed hold of my cock and shoved me up against the door.



“You want me to fuck your ass again don’t you?” she whispered into my ear while holding me against the door by my hardening cock.



“Yes.” I moaned.



“I’m going to breed you this time, you’re going to love it. But to show you how much of a sissy you are I’m not going to let you come before we go out. Only I’m allowed to come baby.” she said.



“Yes. Please. Just fuck me.” I moaned, now fully hard. I had no idea how I would be able to keep myself from cumming.



She led me into her bedroom, and pushed me to my knees in front of her bed as she sat down on the edge. She slowly pulled her jeans down and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face right on to her red lace panty covered cock. I licked her cock through the panties and it slowly started getting hard as she moaned in pleasure. I could just about taste her precum through the panties, trying to get as much of it as I could. When she was fully hard she pulled her cock out of her panties and pushed my head down on it as I took her 4″ cock all the way in my mouth.



“You love my cock don’t you? Go on suck it you little bitch, you love the taste of my girly cock in your mouth.” she growled.



“Mmm” was all I could muster, but it seemed to urge her on as she began pushing with her hips into my face. She began to get a good rhythm going and I started dribbling all over her cock, I could hear her breathing more heavily as she carried on. She eventually pulled my head off her rock solid, sloppy cock.



“Baby that was amazing, but your mouth isn’t getting my cum now.” she said.



She got up, pulled her jeans and panties off completely and removed her top. She then pulled me up and we shared another deep kiss, before she bent me over the bed and roughly pulled my jeans and underwear down.



“Are you ready for me baby?” she asked.



“God yes!” was my reply.



With just my spit on her cock, she forced it into my tight hole.



“Oohh!” I groaned.



She began to fuck me hard straight away, pounding my ass as fast as she could.



“Oh baby, your hole is so tight, you’re going to love my friends!”



My mind was too focused on the bareback fucking I was getting to think about what she said. She pulled me up and held her chest against my back as she fucked me standing up. She started kissing me on the neck and rubbing her hands under my t-shirt; my cock got rock hard in an instant. Her moaning got louder as she continued to give my ass a pounding.



“I’m going to cum in your bitch ass, and I want you to bend over the bed so none of it leaks out, and don’t move until I tell you. Understand?” she said in my ear.



“Yes!” I groaned.



“Good boy.” she replied.



She bent me back over the bed and began fucking me harder, grabbing my hips to get even more leverage. I had begun to love the feel of her cock in my ass, and didn’t want her to ever stop. My cock still hard I was having to really concentrate on not blowing my load.



“Here it comes baby!” she almost screamed.



I could feel her cock pulsating in my ass as she thrust as far as she could and held it there. Then I felt the first squirt and I couldn’t control myself any longer, my cum exploding out of my cock. I could feel even more of her cum in my ass, she didn’t stop cumming for what seemed like minutes, and I went along with her all the way. My ass felt full of her cum and her cock, just slid out.



“You’ve been a very naughty boy! I don’t have time to punish you now but you are going to be in trouble later. Don’t say anything and don’t move until I tell you.” she said assertively.



She proceeded to wipe her cum covered cock on my ass cheeks and I could hear her go over to her wardrobe behind me. I could hear her moving around and trying on clothes for around twenty minutes, before she came up behind me, lent over me and whispered.



“Time to go have some fun, slut.”



I pulled up my underwear and trousers, with her cum still in my ass and we shared a small kiss before heading for the door. She was wearing a short, tight fitting black dress and she looked stunning, I don’t think any straight man would have been able to turn her down. I looked at the clock on the way out and it was already 9.30.



“There’s a cab waiting for us downstairs, we’re going to meet Mike and Kay at the club.” she told me.



We got in the cab; I could feel Cashlie’s cum dribbling out of my ass as we drove, soaking my boxers. Around twenty minutes later we pulled up at the club. It was a big commercial club in town and it was a busy Saturday night so there was already plenty of people in the queue. Cashlie had booked us down on the guest list so we went almost straight in. We walked in through the main doors hand in hand, and she pulled me towards the already busy bar.



“There they are!” she said, pointing at a couple standing at the end of the bar.



Mike was a handsome man in his early 40s, 6’2″, and broad shouldered, wearing a shirt and jeans. Kay was absolutely stunning, 5’4″ with long blonde hair, perky breasts and a gorgeous ass. She was wearing a very tight, short dress, fully accentuating her features.



“Hey guys, Kay you look gorgeous babe.” said Cashlie as she went to give them both a hug and a kiss.



“So do you! This must be your new toy.” Kay replied, as she turned her attention to me.



“Hey, nice to meet you.” I said.



She came over and threw her arms around me in a tight hug, I could feel my cock stirring as I returned the hug



“Hi, we’re going to have some fun tonight.” Mike said to me with a knowing grin.



We ordered some drinks and Cashlie straight away pulled me over to the dance floor. The music in the club was generic Saturday night club music, but it was something to dance to. Cashlie put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up close to me as we carried on dancing. I could see quite a few guys giving envious looks at us and I could feel my cock once again getting hard pressed up against her.



“I don’t need to ask if you’re having a good time, do I?” she asked.



“No, I suppose not.” I replied with a cheeky grin on my face.



Cashlie began to get more into her dancing, and once she finished her drink she began grinding her ass against me, I felt my cock beginning to strain in my jeans. I grabbed her round the waist to pull her close so she could feel the effect she was having on me. She leant back towards me and turned her head for a slow passionate kiss.



We danced for a while longer before I felt someone come up behind me, grabbing my ass and then putting their arms around me and holding me up against them.



“Your ass is going to be mine. Cashlie told me what you’re like, you slut” I heard Mike whisper in my ear.



I could feel his cock on my ass as he pushed up against me, and I couldn’t help feeling turned on. With Cashlie still dancing in front of me, I was struggling to maintain my composure. I began to move my ass on his cock without even thinking about it, and I heard him groan in response.



“Oh you like my cock do you?” he asked.



“Mmm, yes.” I replied.



I could feel it growing and getting harder, it felt massive. Kay came up to Cashlie and the two of them started to dance together.



“You like watching them dance don’t you. Well you wait until they’re both naked, you won’t be able to control yourself. Luckily I will be there to control you, and make sure you behave.” said Mike forcefully.



He moved one of his hands down the front of my body, eventually reaching my rock hard cock.



“I think we’re ready to go, don’t you?” asked Mike.



“Yes.” I moaned breathlessly.



Grabbing my hand Mike led me over to the girls.



“Hey girls, I think our little slut is struggling, so I think we should move on.” Mike told them.



The four of us went outside, back in our original pairs.



“You’re going to love his cock babe.” Cashlie whispered to me.



We got a cab, and headed back to Mike’s flat, around 10 minutes away.



We went straight up to Mike’s flat, which had a large open plan living area with three big sofas dotted around, and two bedrooms led off from it.



When we got in Mike put some dance music on, and Cashlie and Kay went over to the kitchen area to sort out some drinks. I sat down on the sofa, as Mike went to the bathroom. Cashlie came over and handed me a beer, then she and Kay started dancing in the middle of the room. They started off dancing alone but gradually got closer, before they were grinding against each other face to face to the music. I felt a familiar stirring in my boxers.



Mike came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me.



“They’re quite something aren’t they?” asked Mike as he moved his hand on to my leg.



“They really are.” I replied.



I felt my cock getting even harder as he started to move his hand along my leg towards my cock. As he started rubbing my cock through my jeans I felt myself leaning my body into him. Cashlie and Kay were now fully making out while dancing and Cashlie, and I was completely hard watching them.



“That’s a nice cock you have yourself there. Feel mine.” Mike said as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.



It felt huge, and really thick, I wanted to see it badly. Mike eventually moved his hand under my boxers and started fondling my dick. I could feel the precum leaking out of the tip of my cock onto his hand. He then pulled his hand out and fed my precum to me.



“Take your clothes off.” Mike ordered.



I did as I was told and noticed that both Cashlie and Kay had taken their dresses off and were sitting on one of the other sofas in just their panties and bras. I sat back down completely naked, with my erection sitting on my stomach. Mike took my cock in his hand and started stroking it.



“This is my cock now slut, do you understand?” he asked.



“Yes.” I moaned.



“Good, now get on your knees.” He demanded.



He moved me down between his legs on my knees and slid his jeans off. I could see the outline of his huge cock in his boxers, and my hand moved involuntarily straight to it, and I began stroking it.



“That’s right, you want my big cock don’t you? You little bitch.” he said.



I leant in and kissed his cock through his boxers while still stroking it. I could see a little patch of precum on his boxers next to the tip of his cock, unable to help myself I started licking it, loving the taste. I heard him moan in response and began to lick up and down his full length. After a few minutes I wanted his cock too badly and pulled down his boxers. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen; it must have been ten inches and so thick I wasn’t entirely sure I’d fit it in my mouth.



Nevertheless I opened my mouth and took the head inside, lapping up the precum as I closed my mouth on him.



“That’s it, you little cock slut.” moaned Mike.



I started to move my mouth down his cock to see how much I could take, I managed to get about halfway before the size of it got too much for me and I pulled off.



“Don’t worry babe, we’ll get you there, just relax and take as much as you can.” he said.



I went down again, determined to take more of his length. I got three quarters of the way down, and I started to dribble all over his cock as I almost gagged, pulling off I started to sloppily circle his cock with my mouth getting his cock soaking wet. I loved the taste of his cock covered in my spit and continued to enjoy the feel of his thickness in my mouth. I pulled out every now and again to give his tip some attention with my tongue.



“Oh babe you are getting really good at sucking cock.” Mike moaned.



I carried on serving his cock, completely focused on the task at hand and loving every moment. With his cock fully covered in my spit I tried again to take his length. It had worked as I managed to carry on taking his cock in my throat until I felt the hair around his cock on my nose. I had to pull off almost straight away but I felt very pleased with myself.



“Mmmm, I’ve got other ideas for my cock now; I’m not sure how much more I could take of your mouth.” Mike said.



I got up and he took his top off, and pulled down his trousers. He had a toned body, with a little hair.



“Come sit on my lap slut.” he ordered.



I went over to him and knelt over him, my ass hovering over his huge erect cock. I put my arms around his neck and went in for a kiss, not knowing how he would take it. He responded with a firm passionate kiss, and put his arms around me. Slowly he moved one of his hands down to my ass, slipping one finger in my hole. I moaned into his mouth in pleasure, as he started to move his finger in and out of my ass.



He added another finger shortly after, once again getting my ass used to it with some gentle finger fucking, all the while maintaining our kiss. Eventually he had all four of his fingers in my ass and had begun to pick up his pace. Then he pulled out, my ass feeling empty, but ready for what I knew was coming next. Stopping our kiss I lowered my ass expectantly and felt the tip of his cock on my hole. He guided his cock into me and the pure pleasure was amazing, it felt so right to have his thick cock in my ass.



“Oh god.” I moaned.



“You like my cock, babe, well I’m not even halfway in yet.” he teased.



I continued to lower myself onto his cock, slowly taking more of his length into my ass, each inch feeling even better than the last. My ass felt so full, and just the feeling of his glorious cock in my ass got me rock hard. I eventually eased my way down to take his full length, and we shared a smile.



I slowly started to ride his cock, my ass got more comfortable with his size and I began to get lost in the sensation of riding him. My erect cock was bouncing off him every time I went down, and the more I picked up my pace the harder it was getting. I leant forward into Mike to keep myself steady.



“I think I might cum soon, you feel so good inside me” I whispered.



“Good baby, cum all over me. I’m going to cum in your ass when you do.” He returned.



I was beginning to ride him fast now and I was completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Nothing had ever made me feel as good as his cock in my ass.



“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I screamed.



I exploded all over his chest, the most cum I had ever produced, and it kept going for what seemed an eternity. Mike gave me a massive grin as I fell into his cum soaked body from exhaustion. He began to pound my ass with real intent as he was nearing his own orgasm.



“Babe, are you ready for me to cum up your ass like a good slut.” he asked.



“Please! I want to feel you squirt in me!” I replied.



“Ohhhh” he moaned as I finally felt his huge cock begin to pulsate in my ass.



I felt the first load and it felt huge, he kept unloading huge shots of cum in my ass until after about his 8th or 9th shot I felt his body relax.



“Now you have some cleaning up to do. Yours first.” he said, as he motioned for me to lick my cum off his body.



I pulled off of his cock, leaving my ass with the emptiest feeling as it popped out. I knew then how much I needed a big cock in my ass. I knelt on the sofa and leaned over his body as I began to lick up my cum off of his toned body.



“Don’t swallow until I tell you.” he told me.



I couldn’t believe how much I had cum, I was struggling to keep it all in my mouth as I continued to lick it. Eventually I managed to clean up Mike’s body.



“Let me see that cum baby.” Mike demanded.



I showed him my mouth full of cum, being careful not to spill any.



“Swallow your own spunk you dirty boy.” he ordered.



I did as I was told and swallowed my cum in three gulps. As I did I began to feel Mike’s cum slowly dripping out of my ass.



“Good boy, now Cashlie, come over here and clean my cum out of your boy’s ass.” he said.



I had completely forgotten about the two girls, but after Mike said that I looked over to see them both sitting on one of the other sofas, naked, watching me and Mike.



“Well done baby, you took his cock so well” Cashlie said as she walked over. “Neither of us could help ourselves from cumming when you started riding him, it was so hot. Now lean forward babe.”



I leant over Mike as Cashlie began to lick at my asshole, teasing out all of Mike’s cum and swallowing it straight away. Kay came and sat down on Mike’s other side, slowly stroking her own small flaccid cock; kissing Mike as soon as she sat down.



“Mmm, I forgot how good you tasted Mike.” said Cashlie.



“I’ll have to let you have it straight from the source next time.” he replied.



Cashlie finally finished lapping up all of Mike’s cum from my ass and sat me down on the sofa, sitting in my lap and leaning back into my body. We kissed slowly and passionately, as Mike and Kay did the same, savouring the moment.

I was attending my first year of college at a small college where I had received a scholarship in swimming. I am bisexual, but not open about it and did not want anyone at school to know that I also liked men.



Being in great shape with a lean, hard body I had no problems finding women but did not want a serious relationship, so I had several “friends with benefits” that kept me happy. Since I wanted to keep my love of cock a secret, I quickly discovered the gay area in a medium sized town about an hour from campus. I would drive to town and visit the gay clubs to dance and grind with hot men.



I’m a total bottom and avid cocksucker who loves the taste of cum. I loved to go dancing with all the hot guys and find someone to give a hot blowjob to or to go to their house for some hot man on man action. I would also wear panties or thongs when I went dancing and when things got hot on the dance floor I would take my shirt off and people could see the strings of my thong or my panties over the top of my pants. Lots of guys liked that and there were few times when I couldn’t find a hot cock to suck by the end of the night.



My favorite club had a large dance floor with a balcony that went around three sides of the dance floor that had tables and was very dark. Frequently, there were older men in their 30′s & 40′s hanging out in the balcony watching the hot younger men dance. I would sometimes receive a free drink and an invitation from an older man to join him on the balcony. Now let me tell you that I am more attracted to older men, so I always accepted and would go check out the person sending me a drink in hopes of finding him attractive and being a total top.



Late in the spring of my first year, I received a note from one of my professors in my college mail box requesting we meet in his office during his normal office hours. I wasn’t sure what it could be about since I knew I was doing fine in his class and had turned in everything that was due. I had a lab the next day that went through his office hours so it wasn’t until the following day that I could stop in to see him.



There was a cute upperclass coed in his office when I arrived and they were talking about the last test where apparently she had not scored very high. He waved me to a sofa along one wall of his office and I went over and took a seat. I sat back and relaxed and quickly tuned them out. I was surprised to hear my name a few minutes later and realized I was just volunteered to tutor her. She glanced at me and gave me a quick once over and I thought to myself that she was prettier than I had first thought. We exchanged numbers and I agreed to call her in a day or so for us to meet up at the library to begin studying. She left and closed the door behind her.



“I want you to know that I’m pleased by your efforts in my class.” he started off. “I also want to reassure you that what I ask you next in no way affects your standing in my class.”



I was clearly puzzled and I’m sure it showed on my face, so he continued.



“I realize this may embarrass you, but please know that I have no ill intentions or mean to place you in an awkward position.” he said.



Still clearly puzzled, I could only say “ok”.



He handed me a folded piece of paper that contained only an address when I opened it and read it.



I looked back at him and he said “I was pleasantly surprised the other weekend when I was visiting one of my favorite clubs and drinking on the balcony in privacy, just watching everyone dance and have a good time, when I noticed someone I recognized.”



My mouth went dry and my heart must have stopped! I remember thinking that I would have to transfer, and would lose my scholarship, everything!



He held up a hand and said “Don’t panic, your secret is safe with me. I promise that I will never speak of this with another person. I gave you my address so we can talk about it in privacy where no one will ever know.”



He continued “If you decide you do not wish to talk, then I will forget this conversation ever happened and you have my word of my discretion and I will appreciate yours for not mentioning that I frequent that establishment.”



I was still speechless and in shock and could only sit there in disbelief.



He said “If you do decide to come to my house, I would greatly enjoy talking with you. I realize this is a shock to you and thought this was the best way for us to talk about it. Imagine our mutual surprise if we met at the club and both panicked!”



I meekly nodded as he continued “I do not want my secret known either and do like that club, so the chance of us meeting by accident is very high. I thought it best for us to discuss it in a comfortable setting so we can both be at ease to see how we work this out to both our advantages.”



He stood up and said “I have another class in a few minutes so I must be going. I know you are shocked and need some time to think. I will be home every night this week by 6pm and you are free to come over anytime after that. Again, if you decide not to come and just talk, then this conversation never happened and I will never say anything about it again. Thank you for coming to see me and I hope that you are not too shocked.”



I took that as my cue, stood up and quickly left his office. I hurried from the building and back to my dorm room, locking myself into my room to think things over. First, he must be gay, bi or curious to even be at that club. As I calmed down a little and began to think more, it made sense for him to approach me as he did since any other way of us meeting would have been sudden and I surely would have panicked.



I tried to think of the last time I was at the club. It must have been about two weekends ago, and I remember it was one of the times I was dancing with my shirt off and was wearing a red thong. I also remember that I was dancing a lot with an older guy and gave him a blowjob in his car that night. My professor must have seen me wearing my thong, grinding on the dance floor with him and even may have seen us leave together. He must know that I like older guys so it makes sense that he would approach me.



If what he said was true, then he was trying to prevent a mistake by us meeting by chance and both our secrets get out. I began to feel a little better as I thought things out. I did not go over to his house that night and decided that I would wait until I had attended his next class to see how he acted. I didn’t have his class until the following day and spent most of my time thinking of ways that would allow me to protect my secret from my room mate, friends, and all of campus.



The next day, I was very nervous walking into the professor’s classroom. I took my usual seat and waited as the classroom filled with other students. No one was giving me any stares so I took that as a good sign. The professor walked in just before class began, walked over to his desk and began to organize his papers. He then started his lecture without even a glance in my direction. I was oblivious to what he was saying and certainly took no notes that day. He was totally into his lecture and I began to just watch him.



He was in his late 30′s I assumed, looked reasonably fit in slacks, dress shirt and tie, had a full head of black hair and looked to be about 6 feet tall. I found myself thinking that he was attractive and that I would easily dance with him at the club. I even began to get hard thinking of grinding into him on the dance floor.



Before I knew it, class was over and people were filing out of the classroom. I quickly gathered my things and walked out without looking at him and went to my next class. The rest of the day I kept thinking of him and whether or not I was going to go to his home that night or not. I also kept fantasizing about what would happen at his house. Did he want to seduce me or just talk?



The more I thought about it the more I kept thinking that I wanted him to seduce me and kept getting erections throughout the day. I decided that I would go to his house and hear what he has to say, but thought my fantasies were kind of silly. I would listen to him and that he would probably just talk about us being at the same club and that I was not to talk to him if we met at a club.



That evening I took a shower and got myself presentable, although I hardly wear anything besides shorts and tee shirts at college. I did put on a small red thong just in case my fantasies were true, but did not think things would come to that. Around 7pm, I left my dorm and drove over to the address he gave me and sat in the car for a few minutes building up my nerve to knock on the door. After a few moments, I decided it was now or never and got out and walked up to his front door and pressed the doorbell.



I waited and no one answered. I pressed the doorbell again and was ready to walk back to my car when I heard the locks being opened and my professor opened the door wearing exercise shorts and a sweaty tee shirt and seemed surprised to see me.



“Hello there.” He said “I was on my rowing machine and listening to music and wasn’t sure if that was the doorbell or not. Come in please.”



I stepped in and he shut and locked the door and I followed him into his family room.



“Thank you for coming, I’m wasn’t at all sure you would come by.” He said “Make yourself comfortable, there is the remote, and I have soda, beer or wine in the kitchen right through that door. I’m going to change into something not quite so sweaty.”



I helped myself to a beer and sat on a large comfortable sofa and flipped through a few channels before he reappeared in sweatpants and a new tee shirt with a glass of wine. He sat down in an easy chair while I muted the TV.



“David, thank you again for coming tonight, I know this must have caught you by surprise.” he began



“Please know that what I said before is true, I will never speak of this with anyone and will appreciate you not speaking of it either. No one at the school is aware that I am bisexual and I plan to keep it that way.”



“I understand Professor” I replied.



“Please, David, just call me Steve here at the house.” he told me “Professor is for class, but here in this setting I prefer Steve.”



“Yes Prof.., uh Steve.” was all I could say.



“Well” he began “I am bisexual as I said, and did see you a couple of weekends ago and did not want us to meet by accident and have you tell your friends that you saw me at the club. I thought this was a private way of us talking and I could tell by your reaction in my office that you do not want people to know either.”



“Thank you Steve” was my brilliant reply.



“Would you like another beer David?” he asked.



“Yes please” I answered and he got up to get me another beer.



He returned with a beer for me and another glass of wine for himself and sat back down.



“I do enjoy watching the younger men dance at the club, so please feel free to say hello if we meet there one weekend, but please just call me Steve and not Professor.” he said jokingly. “How often do you go there?”



“I try to go on weekends when there are no swim meets or anything fun going on at campus” I replied, feeling more comfortable now. “But its an hours drive from campus so I don’t usually drink too much so I can drive back.”



He laughed and said “I usually stay at a downtown hotel for the weekend so I don’t have to make that drive so late at night. So tell me David, what about you, are you gay or bisexual?”



“I’m bisexual as well.” I answered “I date a few girls on campus, but like men as well obviously, but I just don’t want anyone at school to know I’m bi.”



“I understand.” he said “Your secret is safe with me. May I ask you some more questions?”



“Sure Steve.” I answered.



“Please don’t be embarrassed, but I’m interested to know what you like to do with men.” he asked “I am versatile but prefer to top and do like oral as well as other things. “I’m just curious what other people like so I thought this was a good setting to ask.”



Wow! I thought. I’ve never been able to talk about this with anyone so openly before. Without thinking about it too much I just answered him.



“I’m a bottom.” I blurted out “I like oral a lot and when I go to the club I get really horny dancing with all the guys.”



He laughed in a good-natured kind of way. “I understand, it does have a very sexual feeling watching those guys dance.” he said and then asked “Another beer?”



“Sure thing Steve.” I relied.



I got up and followed him into the kitchen as he handed me another beer. He poured himself another glass of wine and we stood around his kitchen island and sipped our drinks and chatted about some of the things we’d seen happen at the club.



“David, how did you first know that you liked men?” he asked me.



“Well, that’s a long story.” I replied “But, now that I’m in college, its been kinda hard to find anyone except at the clubs and many only want quick hookups so its been tough to find anything that lasts. Quick hookups are fun, but doesn’t lend itself to exploring more if you know what I mean.”



“Absolutely!” He said “Exploring is the best part of sex! Without that we would all just do the same thing each time, while fun, is not very satisfying for long. I enjoy all types of sex to explore and find new exciting ways to have fun.”



We wondered back into the family room and sat down together on the sofa. I kept my hand over my crotch to cover my growing bulge as we continued to have an excellent and open conversation about gay and bi lifestyles. We talked about condoms, lubricant, shaving, and even oral techniques. I became more and more comfortable and even told him that I love the taste of cum and that I get really turned on by a nice hard cock in front of me and feel like such a slut when sucking a cock.



He laughed and patted my on my knee. When he tilted his glass back to finish the last of his wine, I looked down at his crotch and noticed that he had a nice bulge in his sweatpants. I found myself licking my lips and got up to get another beer. I asked him if he wanted more wine as I walked to the kitchen.



He followed me and I handed him the wine bottle and took a seat on a stool behind the kitchen island to hide my growing hard on. He walked up behind me and I felt his hand at the back of my shorts.



“I see you wore a thong tonight.” he said “Do you wear them all the time? I’ve seen you wear these at the club. I must say they are quite sexy.”



OMG! My shirt must have pushed up and exposed my thong. I remember thinking that I should be embarrassed but just turned to face him as he stood next to me. I could clearly see his sweatpants tenting from his erection and just told myself to hell with it, go for it!



I reached out and slowly rubbed his cock through his sweatpants and said “I only wear them when I think there is a chance of something happening.”



He leaned in and we kissed. He was a great kisser, his lips were soft and when he slipped his tongue between my lips, I sucked on it like it was a cockhead. My hand rubbed the bulge in his sweatpants and I could tell he had a very nice cock. He had one hand on the back of my head as we kissed and the other was rubbing my thigh. I wanted his cock right then and there.



When I began to pull down his sweatpants, he broke the kiss and grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the stool.



“Lets go somewhere more comfortable.” he said.



He led me from the kitchen and through the family room to a large set of double doors. He open them and stepped aside as I entered his master bedroom. He had a large king bed in the center of the far wall. He had mirrored closet doors that were to the side of the bed and nice furniture spread around the room. He walked up behind me and I felt his hands lift my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head and then felt him step close to me and run his hands over my chest and down my stomach. I also felt his cock press against my ass as he began to kiss the back of my neck. His hands continued down my stomach to the top of my shorts and I felt him undo the button and then slide the zipper down. As my baggy shorts fell to my ankles, I stepped out them and my flip-flops leaving me in just a tiny red thong with my fully hard cock head pushing up past the waistband.



I turned to face him and we kissed again and I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it. He raised his arms as I lifted his shirt over his head as we kissed deeply. His hands were on both of my bare ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling me close to him so our cocks were grinding against each other. My hands went down his back and I began to kiss his neck and chest. I flicked my tongue across his nipples and sucked on each one briefly. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face against his crotch, feeling the outline of his engorged cock against my face. I reached to his waistband and slowly pulled his sweatpants over his cock and pushed them down. I just stared at his beautiful 8 inch cock as I helped him step out of his sweatpants. His perfect purplish cockhead was pointing straight up and his thick shaft had a nice upward curve. His balls were large and completely shaved.



I kissed his balls and licked them, taking each one into my mouth and gently tongued them. I then licked and kissed along his shaft to his cockhead. There was some pre-cum leaking from his slit and I gently licked it off. I slowly stroked his shaft as I sucked his balls again, before licking more pre-cum from him. I used just my tongue on his cockhead, licking all his pre-cum before taking just the head into my mouth.



I used my tongue to massage the bottom of his head as I slowly sucked more of his cock into my eager mouth. His pre-cum tasted so good, I knew that I wanted his cum but wanted to make this last and to give him my very best blowjob. I slowly sucked more of him into my mouth each time I went down and then came back to lick more pre-cum from his slit.



Pretty soon I was taking all of him into my mouth and milking his cock with my lips and tongue. Both of my hands were on his ass, spreading his ass cheeks apart and lightly toying with his ass as I sucking him greedily. I loved feeling like such a slut kneeling before him in only a thong with his cock deep in my mouth. I couldn’t wait for him to feed me his load of hot cum. His hands were light on my head letting me work his cock at my own pace and I could look up and see him breathing heavier.



I used one hand to gently knead his balls and held onto his leg with my other hand as I began to suck him faster. I moved my hand from his balls to the base of his cock and tightly gripped it to act like a cock ring and sucked him deep and strong a few times and I felt his cock get even harder. I knew he was close to cumming and kept my grip on him and kept sucking at the same pace until I felt him begin to tremble. I kept his cockhead in my mouth and now began to stroke him firmly and felt the first big spurt of hot, tasty cum explode from his cock.



I kept stroking him and sucking his cockhead as he unleashed spurt after spurt into my mouth. This is what I loved the most, the feel of hot silky smooth cum gliding over my tongue before I swallow it and getting another spurt in return. He spurted a few more times before I pulled his cock from my mouth and began to lick the underside of his cock as a little bit more cum leaked out. I thoroughly kept licking and lightly sucking as I milked every bit of cum from his balls. When his cock began to deflate, he pulled back and leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I knew he could taste his own cum. I felt every bit the slut and loved it.



He broke the kiss and pulled me to my feet and we walked over to his bed. He gently pushed me down on the bed on my back and stepped between my legs and lay on top of me as we continued to kiss. He kissed my neck and throat. He kissed further down and spent several minutes sucking and gently biting each nipple which drove me crazy. He kissed his way down my stomach to the very hard cock that was sticking up from the top of my thong. I had leaked a large amount of pre-cum and he gently licked it from my cockhead and stomach. He teased me by not pulling my cock completely from my thong, but only licked my protruding cockhead.

It was my first year of university. Never had I lived away from home, and now I’m in a residence building surrounded by people my age with the same interests. I was in heaven.



Every week that went by seemed to facilitate the transition. Everyone was getting along, I had found my groove academically and the parties were great.



It was the night of November 29th that would change my life forever though. We were all partying in our friend Jack’s room. One by one, people started going to bed and passing out. Eventually it was just Jack and I.



At that point, he told me to stand up. Confused I got to my feet. That’s when Jack started grabbing my ass.



“God I’ve wanted this fat ass for so long. Good little queer like you needs to have that ass pounded regularly”.



Thinking this was some sort of weird joke, I start laughing. After all, I’m as straight as can be.



But when Jack told me to take my pants off and get on my knees, I shoved him away.



“Dude, what the fuck are you doing??” I exclaimed.



“Oh come on Alex, we both know you’re a good little bottom bitch for real men to use at their will. Now just suck my dick and get it ready for your ass.”



That’s when I turn and head for the door.



Before I get there though, Jack grabs me from behind and covers my mouth with his hand.



“Don’t play coy with me bitch. If you don’t know that you’re gay yet, you will by the end of tonight.”



He proceeds to force me onto his bed, cuff my hands together, strip me naked and thrust a ball gag into my mouth. Then he locked his door and walked back towards with me with a devilish grin on his face.



After rubbing an obscene amount of lube in my ass crack and on his cock, he bent my legs back towards my head and squeezed his dick into my ass. The pain was unreal. In and out it went and the smile on his face got bigger.



“That’s it bitch, take that fat cock. Learn to enjoy it faggot, because I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied with the fucking you’ve taken.”



As the night progressed and Jack kept pummeling my ass with his cock, the pain subsided. Jack didn’t care though, his cock was still rock-hard and he was loving the control he had over me.



To be honest, I was starting to as well. I had never seen myself as a submissive, but letting go of control and being forced to fulfill the desires of someone else was beginning to grow on me.



It seemed like with every thrust of Jack’s cock was becoming more and more enjoyable.



By the time I felt Jack’s cum in my ass, I had realized that maybe he was right. Maybe I was made to be a submissive fag. That my big, fat, round ass was made to pleasure other mens’ cocks.



At around 6 the next morning, Jack kicked me out of his room so we wouldn’t be seen by anyone else on the floor.



That day, all I could think about was Jack and his 7-inch rod. The domination was taking over my mind. I was sitting in class, my cock rock hard. I couldn’t take it. I just wanted to be tied up then and there, have Jack walk into the class, bend me over one of the tables and rip me open again.



I didn’t completely understand it. I mean, it’s not everyday that one actually enjoys being raped. No matter, I knew I had to tell Jack. To admit that he was right, apologize and accept punishment.



So that’s exactly what I did.



That night after dinner, I knocked on Jack’s door, my heart pounding. I was nervous and excited at the same time.



“Look who it is” Jack said as he opened up.



“Before you threaten rat me out for last night, understand I’ve got pictures of the whole thing, and I will claim it was consensual and that you’re just a sexual freak with kinky desires.”



“It’s not that Jack” I responded. “Can I come in?”



Jack smiled, walked to his bed, sat down and waved me in.



I walked over to him, staring straight at the ground. When I reached him, I took a deep breath, dropped to my knees and stared up at him.



“What is this?” Jack wondered aloud.



Without a word, I slowly undo his pants and pull out his cock. All the while maintaining eye contact. In my own way, I was about to show him he was right. I was gay. And not just a bottom faggot. HIS bottom faggot.



To be continued…

3.01 The Entertainment Room:

3.02 Dianne, Jessie, First Lesbian Mating:

3.03 Jessie, Dianne, Fisting, Bed:

3.04 Ethan and Daniel:

3.05 Adrian, Susan, The mating:




3.01 The Entertainment Room:



They entered the basement and Susan said,



“Tonight’s entertainment is centered around our guests, Dianne and Daniel. Tomorrow night, the Beach House’s hosts and benefactors will join us. From this point on, no clothes are permitted. Dianne and Jessie you can use changing room #1. Daniel and Ethan you can use changing room #2. Adrian and I will use changing room #3.”



Dianne and Susan smiled when they saw Daniel and Ethan walk out of their changing room. The swaying ‘packages’ between their thighs were even more prominent with their five foot bodily frames.



Dianne sensed a nervousness in son and mentioned it to Dianne.



“Relax and remember how you felt the first time. Ethan is very good at this and knows Daniel is a virgin.”



Dianne whispered,



“But I wasn’t in front of an audience.”



Susan and Adrian sat on the end of sectional that had the laptop sitting on the end table. She raised the platform, lowered the monitors from the ceiling and turned off the lights except for those over platform. A whirring sound was heard and the bed rose up onto the platform.



Susan typed something into the Laptop and pictures of Dianne and Jessie were shown on all the monitors.



3.02 Dianne, Jessie, First Lesbian Mating:



Jessie smiled and helped a slightly nervous Dianne on to her feet. She led Dianne to the bed on the platform. The monitors now showed different close up views of Jessie and Dianne standing by the bed. Their mutual arousals from the changing room hadn’t diminished.



Jessie moved forward and put her hands on Dianne’s hips and gently pulled her closer.



Dianne’s hands reached out and she softly squeezed both of Jessie’s breasts and her fingers played with Jessie’s already erect nipples. Her breathing quickened and she leaned inward toward the flushed face that was adorning her body.



Jessie slowly moved her mouth close to Dianne’s. Their slightly parted lips came together and Jessie ran her tongue between them. Dianne opened her mouth and Jessie’s tongue slipped inward.



Dianne moaned softly and her body trembled with her first kiss from another woman. The tongues touched and then slowly they began dancing and playing with each other. Dianne’s moan became louder and she pressed closer to Jessie, her breasts and nipples feeling the exquisite touches of those from another female.



Jessie broke the kiss and looked into Dianne’s panting face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing came in quick pants.



Jessie caught the scent of Dianne’s arousal and reached down and palmed Dianne’s enflamed labia. For the first time, Dianne felt another woman touching her sex and her hips jerked into Jessie’s massaging hand as a wave of pleasure washed across her loins.



Dianne broke the kiss gasping,



“Ohhhhh .. Jessie ..”



Dianne whispered,



“I want to explore your body, I want to find out what another woman’s body feels like.”



Jessie smiled knowingly and nodded.



Daniel looked at his mother and Jessie. One part of his mind told him that he shouldn’t be watching this but the other part of his mind was filling him with excitement and anticipation. His stiff penis twitched knowing that his mother was about to become a lesbian.



Jessie sat down on the edge of the bed and had her lay back on it with her feet resting on the floor. Jessie looked up into Dianne’s face and slowly spread her bent knees apart. As her thighs parted, so did the folds of her labia and Dianne gasped softly when she saw Jessie’s sexual treasures unfolding before her eyes.



Jessie held out her arms to her virginal lover.



Dianne moved between Jessie’s spread thighs and leaned over her body. Her hands reached out and cupped Jessie’s firm breasts and began massaging and kneading them and her fingers caressed and fondled the bullet-like nipples.



Jessie sighed at the exquisite touches.



Dianne’s head slowly lowered and her mouth neared Jessie’s right breast. Jessie felt a warm, moist breath bathe her nipple just as Dianne’s suckling mouth and lips descended on the erect rubbery tip.



A small gasp escaped Jessie’s lips and she pushed her breast upwards into Dianne’s loving mouth. At the same time Dianne massaged her other hand downward over Jessie’s flat abdomen. Jessie knew where it was headed and spread her thighs further apart. She lifted her feet up onto the edge of the bed so Dianne would have complete access to her raised and open sex.



Dianne’s hand now moved its way over Jessie’s hairless mound and molded itself to her labia and began to massage the flared folds. Jessie gasped at the contact and pushed her sex into Dianne’s loving hand.



While Dianne’s mouth assaulted both nipples, her fingers slipped between the flared folds and traced Jessie’s slick, pink furrow from rigid clitoris to clasping inner lips. Jessie’s mind was being flooded with incredible sensations. Her swelling sex now wanted Dianne’s full attention. Her breasts ached with arousal and her suckled bullet-like nipples pushed deeper into Dianne’s wonderful mouth.



Dianne’s finger slipped onto Jessie’s engorged, rigid clitoris. Her slick finger began swirling and manipulating the extended organ of joy.



Jessie wailed in joy and ground her sex excitedly against the loving finger. Again that loving finger slipped downward between the flared folds and began an ecstatic tracing of Jessie’s inner lips. At the same time, Dianne slowly slipped down over Jessie’s aroused body onto her knees between her spread thighs. With her finger still caressing the clasping opening, her suckling mouth neared Jessie’s throbbing clitoris. Jessie felt Dianne’s warm breath bathe her sex, her breathing came in deep gasps and pants in anticipation. Dianne’s tongue slipped out from her open mouth and curled around the rigid organ.



She arched upward off the bed and her hands grasped Dianne’s head, pulling the sucking mouth further onto her erect clitoris. Only Dianne’s firm grip on her hip prevented Jessie’s twisting body from breaking the sexual contact. While Dianne’s loving tongue suckled and caressed Jessie’s clitoris, Dianne nudged two fingers into Jessie’s eager entrance and slipped inward, twisting and turning.



Jessie threw her head back and wailed, her hips ground her excited sex and onto the discovering mouth and stroking fingers. Jessie gasped and panted, her hips bucked and thrust as Dianne pushed her body into a sexual frenzy. Dianne slipped a third finger into Jessie’s clenching vaginal sheath, her strokes were deep, fast then slow, always twisting and always turning.



“Oh .. Dianne .. Yes .. Yes ..”



While her mouth drove Jessie’s clitoris insane with ecstasy, Dianne’s fingers began searching within Jessie’s spasming vagina. She felt Jessie’s vaginal muscles clench around her fingers and then heard a deep gasp as circling tips searched for and found the sensitive tissues of Jessie’s exploding ‘G’ spot.



Using the soft tips of her slick fingers, Dianne began to press and knead the hyper exited area. A forth finger joined in on the plundering of Jessie’s seething passage. The twisting fingers stroked inward and withdrew to spark the ‘sweet’ spot again and again. Ecstatic lightning bolts of joy shot throughout Jessie’s sexual being. Her body bucked and thrashed as her hips arched and ground her raging sex onto Dianne’s suckling mouth and lunging fingers. Her frothy juices were oozed out past the loving fingers as her vaginal muscles clenched and spasmed.



Jessie squealed as her first orgasm was unleashed.



Dianne skillfully played the rhythm of Jessie’s orgasmic spasms like a symphony conductor. Suddenly the orgasmic pulses of Jessie’s clitoris and vagina came in sync and Jessie’s body exploded with her second orgasm. Her hands fisted tightly, her toes curled. Her legs shot out in a wide ‘V’, kicking frantically in the air. Her body arched and froze as her orgasmic wail echoed around the room.



Jessie lay on the bed gasping for air as she came down from her orgasmic high. Dianne’s twisting fingers were still within Jessie’s spasming vagina and she moaned as delicious aftershocks rippled across her body. Dianne removed her fingers with a loud slurping sound and Jessie moaned as the wonderful fingers slipped out her body.



Dianne leaned over Jessie’s still trembling body and they wrapped their arms tightly around each other.



Dianne whispered in Jessie’s ear,



“I love touching and making love to another woman”



Jessie looked into Dianne’s eyes and said,



“The best is yet to come.”



Dianne lowered her head and they kissed deeply and passionately.



3.03 Jessie, Dianne, Fisting, Bed:



Jessie stood up and looked at Dianne as she lay on the bed.



“Now it is my turn. Center yourself on the bed and shuffle forward until your labia is just protruding over the edge of the bed.”



Dianne quickly did so, wondering what Jessie was going to do to her.



Jessie knelt down in front of Dianne’s closed legs and picked up the bottle of massaging oil. Dianne’s breathing quickened when she saw Jessie pour a liberal amount of oil onto her hands. She closed her eyes when she felt the slick hands began to gently massage the top of her thighs. Slowly Jessie’s hands moved downward onto her inner thighs and the touches moved from knees to almost touching her labia and then back to her knees. The slick fingers were always pressing, always massaging the soft skin of Dianne’s trembling inner thighs. A soft moaned escaped Dianne’s mouth each time the probing finger tips approached her swelling sex.



Finally, Jessie saw what she was waiting for, Dianne’s thighs slowly began to part. This time the tips of her fingers lovingly traced the outer edges of Dianne’s labia folds, deeper sigh was heard and the thighs spread wider apart. As they did the folds flared open and Jessie now saw Dianne’s sexual treasures spreading open like the wings of a butterfly.



Jessie’s hands formed themselves around Dianne’s labia with a soft massaging motion and she smiled when she felt Dianne’s hips jerk and then quick panting sounds were heard. Jessie slipped a finger between the folds and began to deliciously explore the wet furrow. She traced around the sensitive inner lips and then upward toward the hardening organ that was peeking out of its protective hood. Dianne’s hips jerked as a slick finger tip pressed and swirled onto the thickening clitoral hood. The exploring fingers slipped downward and renewed their caressing of the Dianne’s sensitive vaginal opening. She repeated the loving cycle again and again until and she heard whimpers of pleasure and felt Dianne’s hips began to move in sync with her fingers.



Jessie saw the hard pink tip of Dianne’s organ of joy and her slick finger pressed onto it with an ecstatic swirling motion. Dianne squealed, her hips jerked and a long moan escaped her mouth as her clitoris leaped outward.



Jessie reached down and pulled Dianne’s feet up onto the edge of bed and her hands spread Dianne’s thighs wide apart. Dianne’s sex flared open and her rigid, pink clitoris stood out like a bright pink beacon. Jessie leaned inward and Dianne felt Jessie’s warm, moist breath bathe her labia. Suddenly, the most ecstatic sensation gripped her loins as Jessie’s mouth and tongue suckled their over her engorged organ of joy. Dianne’s hands shot downward and grasped Jessie’s head as jolts of joy exploded across her enflamed sex.



While Jessie’s lips and tongue suckled on Dianne’s exploding clitoris, Jessie nudged two fingers inward past the excited inner lips. They twisted and turned as they slithered past Dianne’s excited inner lips. Another finger joined in on the delicious exploration of Dianne’s clasping vagina and Jessie’s mouth intensified its ecstatic sucking actions of Dianne’s rigid organ. Dianne’s body was nearing the peak of its arousal. Her erect nipples felt as though they were going to explode, her vaginal muscles clenched around the stroking fingers and her clitoris was sending jolts of joy cascading throughout her body.



Dianne felt the long twisting fingers circle around the lining of her vagina as though they was looking for something. It wasn’t long before Jessie’s finger tips found the rough, bean shaped area of Dianne’s ‘G’ spot and began to massage and caress the hyper sensitive tissues. Dianne squealed with joy at the ecstatic contact, her body bucked upward and her vaginal muscles clenched around the stroking fingers of joy.



Jessie withdrew her loving mouth and fingers and Dianne lay back gasping and panting with her hands still gripping the sheet tightly. Jessie sat back on her knees and smiled up into Dianne’s aroused and flushed face. Dianne saw Jessie pick up the bottle of massaging oil and her eyes opened wide and she saw Jessie pour a liberal amount of the slick lubricant onto her right hand and wrist. Jessie smiled and held up her slick hand so Dianne could see it.



Dianne’s mind was screaming,



‘NO .. NO .. NO’



but her body was screaming,



‘YES .. YES .. YES’



Jessie looked over Dianne’s body and smiled at her as she slowly slipped the tips of her grouped fingers between the swollen folds and pressed them against the eager opening. Jessie then nudged them inward twisting and turning. Dianne felt a great pressure as her vagina stretched and then unbelievable sensations exploded within her as the hand and wrist slipped inward. Slowly Jessie’s hand slipped further inward and Dianne gurgled as the wrist, hand and fingers were soon twisting ecstatically within her enflamed vaginal passage.



“Oh God .. Oh God ..”



Dianne’s hips ground hungrily as spasms of joy raced throughout her sex. She thrust upward and wailed as she impaled herself deeply onto Jessie’s lower forearm. Jessie’s wiggling fingers massaged and danced all along the length of Dianne’s spasming cavern causing Dianne to lift her head and squeal in joy.



Jessie waited a few seconds and then withdrew her wrist and squirmed it back inward. Dianne had never experienced such ecstatic sensations. Jessie now varied her thrusts from fast to slow, all in and all out, part way in and part way out causing Dianne’s excited vaginal muscles to ecstatically spasm and clench. Jolts of joy shot to her dazed mind and her breath came in deep gasps and pants. Her thick vaginal juices spurted out past the lunging wrist and her hips and breasts thrust wildly into the air. Jessie stroked forward burying her wiggling fingers, hand and wrist deeply into Dianne’s sexual being. Incoherent sounds of raw pleasure echoed around the room as Jessie’s lower arm burrowed into Dianne’s enraged sex again and again. Jessie leaned inward and her lips and tongue began sucking on Dianne’s straining clitoris. Dianne’s body bucked upward and jerked wildly as all the ecstatic sensations began merging into each other.



Jessie started her final series of masterful strokes. Dianne’s mind could no longer control her bodies actions. She lay there and let the orgasmic pressure cooker build to the exploding point. Jessie’s arm again slithered deeply into Dianne’s stretched and clenching vaginal sheath. Loud slurping sound were heard as her vaginal fluids gushed out past the stretched folds and flowed down her thighs, drenching the sheet. Her hands clenched into fists and her toes curled up tightly as small orgasmic waves rippled up and down her body from her head to her toes. They built up higher and higher as Jessie lunged relentlessly into the depths of her enflamed womanhood. Her body shook and rippled with pure sexual joy, bright flashes of orgasmic lights danced around her eyes her body unleashed all consuming orgasm.



Dianne’s body was so saturated with orgasmic ecstasy that it was unable absorb any more orgasmic sensations and she lost consciousness. Dianne slumped down onto the bed. Her body continued to buck and jerk as her internal orgasms continued. Slowly the contortions of her body ebbed and she regained consciousness, moaning as intense aftershocks rippled throughout her body.



Jessie smiled at Dianne’s satisfied and fulfilled face. A loud suctioning sound was heard as she slowly withdrew her hand, wrist and lower forearm from Dianne’s clasping vagina.



Torrents of vaginal fluids gushed out past the gaping entrance as it slowly returned to normal. Jessie leaned over Dianne’s body. Their arms wrapped around each other and they kissed as only lovers can kiss.



Susan helped them both up from the bed and told her guests there would be a short break while Jessie and Dianne showered.



3.04 Ethan, Daniel, The Mating:



Susan put a bottle of personal lubricant on the foot of the bed. In a few minutes Dianne and Jessie returned and Susan nodded at Ethan. Both Dianne and Susan saw the nervous look that was filling Daniel’s face.



Ethan whispered in Daniel’s ear,



“It’s Ok Daniel, everyone is nervous the first time.”



Ethan took Daniel’s hand and led him onto the platform toward the bed. When they reached the foot of the bed Ethan turn Daniel so he was facing his mother and the audience. His nervousness intensified, knowing that all eyes were now focused on his nakedness. Daniel began having second thoughts when he saw Ethan’s swaying balls and stirring penis.



‘Why couldn’t they be alone somewhere .. not here, not in front of his mother.’



Daniel closed his eyes when he saw Ethan’s hands reaching out toward him and then felt one hand lifting his balls and the other slipping under penis, cradling it with light squeezes. A small gasp escaped Daniel’s mouth and he shifted his hips in a half-hearted attempt to stop Ethan’s touches. As the persistent hands worked on his genitals, Ethan leaned inward and his lips closed over Daniel’s right nipple with a delicious suckling action. The tongue swirled around the rising bud and Daniel winced as the sensations from his stirring penis radiated upward into his stiffening nipple.



He opened his eyes and looked at the monitor and saw Ethan’s left hand wrapped around his half erect penis and the right hand massaging his balls. He saw and felt Ethan’s mouth kissing its way over to his left nipple and his body stiffened in a futile effort to stop the sensations that were building within him.



Ethan’s fingers closed around the thickening gland of his penis with an exquisite swirling action and Daniel gasped as his penis grew to full erection and his stiff nipples tingled as Ethan’s massaging hand glided up and down his aroused member. In a reflexive action, his hips jerked outward and his chest pushed his excited nipples into the devouring, suckling mouth.



Ethan lifted his head and put his hands on Daniel’s shoulders. He looked into Ethan’s face and slowly brought his lips in close to Daniel’s lips. Daniel felt their lips touch and he tightened them as Ethan began to slide his tongue back and forth over them. Ethan’s hands left Daniel’s shoulders and reacquired his erection and heavy testicles. Daniel couldn’t suppress a moan and Ethan’s tongue slipped between the parting lips. His heart began beating faster when he felt Ethan’s tongue touch his tongue and begin to deliciously play with it. The sensations in his erection and nipples were intensifying and Ethan’s kiss was giving him feelings that he had never felt before. In a few seconds a dazed and bewildered Daniel returned the kiss and soon a low moan was heard as the tongues danced and played with each other.



Ethan broke the kiss and Daniel’s breath came in quick pants. Dianne smiled when she saw the flushed and aroused look on her son’s face. Daniel felt Ethan reach out and palm the sensitive underside of his erection with an exquisite pressing and swirling action. He closed his eyes as his hips jerked his straining hardness against the hand and another moan heard.

Ethan stopped and stepped back a inches. Dianne’s eyes opened wide when she the glistening glands of both erection within an inch of touching each other. Ethan snuggled in closer to Daniel and a louder moan was heard as their erections touched and throbbed against each other. An excited Daniel couldn’t believe the sensations that the two erections were giving him and his hips began slow up and down movements as gasps of pleasure escapes his mouth. Ethan stepped back, breaking the connection when he felt Daniel was becoming too excited.



Ethan knelt down in front of Daniel and reached out and rested his hands on the soft skin of his inner thighs and watched Daniel’s straining erection twitch and jerk. The hands began to slowly massage the their way upward, his right cupped and lifted Daniels balls and the left hand grasped his straining hardness. It glided up and down the thick tube of hard flesh with a gentle squeezing action and smiled when he saw the drooling drops of precum ooze from the engorged gland. Daniel moaned and shifted his hips, grinding his enflamed member and churning testicles into Ethan’s manipulating hands.



Ethan’s hands moved to Daniel’s thighs and pushed his legs further apart. He then picked up the bottle of personal lubricant, pouring some of the slick onto the fingers of his right hand. His left hand lifted Daniel’s testicles while his lubed hand moved between the spread cheeks of Daniel’s buttocks. The slick fingers made contact with Daniel’s anal lips and began caressing the tingling opening. His mind and body were being flooded with sensations that he had never felt before and he began pushing his excited anus onto Ethan’s exploring fingers.



Suddenly Daniel reached out and grabbed Ethan’s shoulders as a series of tremors rippled across his loins. A long moan was heard and his hardness jerked in the air as his ‘womanhood’ formed. His legs instinctively spread further apart and his moans became louder as hidden desires rose up to the surface. Ethan smiled when he felt Daniel pushing against his tracing fingers and looked at the oozing erection twitching in front of his face. Ethan slowly slipped a single finger inward and Daniel squealed excitedly as new and pleasurable sensations gripped his loins. His hips ground against the twisting finger and his erection jumped and jerked. A second and third finger wiggled their way inward and Daniel gurgled with joy.



With his fingers still embedded in Daniel’s rectal sheath, Ethan stand up and leaned into Daniel’s body. Daniel saw Ethan’s face nearing his face and their lips touched. All the sensations from his nipples, erection, testicles and anus were melding together and Daniel quickly parted his lips, allowing Ethan’s tongue to slip into his mouth. His heart beat faster as the tongues played with each other, filling his mind with incredible feelings of being kissed by a male for the first time.



Ethan’s left hand left Daniel’s churning balls and moved upward onto his hard manhood and the palm of his hand slipped over the glistening gland, swirling the slick precum over the ecstatic crown. Daniel moaned deeply into Ethan’s mouth as the kiss became more passionate and urgent.



Daniel broke the kiss gasping and panting.



Ethan flexed his fingers within Daniel’s spasming sheath and Daniel’s straining hardness throbbed between the two abdomens. Dianne looked in awe at her son’s twisting and shifting body as Ethan applied his magic. She saw Ethan lowering himself back onto his knees in front of Daniel and watched as his open mouth came nearer and nearer to head of her son’s twitching manhood.



Daniel felt a wonderful, warm, moist breath of air bathe his tingling gland and then squealed with joy as the sucking mouth descended onto the head of his straining erection. Ethan’s lips and mouth suckled their way down to the circumcision ring as the tongue swirled around the highly excited gland.



Ethan’s mouth and throat started a slow descent onto Daniel’s excited penis. He raised up a bit and tilted his head, allowing the thick head to glide deeper into his clenching throat. Daniel gurgled as Ethan’s warm throat muscles kissed and squeezed his pulsing hardness as it was sucked into the depths of his throat. With a torturous twisting motion, Ethan lifted his head and Daniel’s throbbing erection was slowly pulled outward. When the agitated gland reach Ethan’s mouth, he closed his cheeks around it with a forceful suctioning action.



Daniel felt Ethan’s finger tips began circling the walls of his rectal passage as if were searching for something .. and then they found it .. his prostate. His mind became saturated with sensations that he had never felt before and he arched forward and upward, burying his manhood deep into Ethan’s throat. Ethan’s fingers began a slow, soft massaging action over the excited mound and within 30 seconds small explosions of ecstasy ricocheted throughout Daniel’s body. His preseminal fluids spurted out of the open slit on the head of his erection and Ethan feasted on his gushing nectar. Daniel’s body began shaking with internal orgasms and he desperately flexed his engorged hardness in a frantic attempt to ejaculate.



His orgasmicly denied body was finally allowed to unleash its reservoirs of ejaculant. Daniel’s first stream of thick semen entered the base of erection and shot up his screaming erection. The churning liquid of joy reached the straining head and swirled around engorged gland. It then exploded into Ethan’s eager and receptive mouth.



Ethan feasted on Daniel’s gushing nectar and increased his exquisite milking actions. Daniel’s hips arched upward again and Ethan almost gagged as every inch of Daniel’s seven and half inch erection lunged into his throat. Daniel hands grasped Ethan’s head tightly as his hips hunched downward, grinding his rear passage onto the Ethan’s stroking fingers. Daniel’s rectal sheath began deep clenches and ecstatic spasms as his rectal orgasm was unleashed. Another huge stream of thick semen pulsed up his raging erection and again, Ethan feasted on the spewing gushes of thick semen.



Daniel’s mind was now saturated with the multiple waves of orgasmic joy that were exploding across his loins. He was pushed into sensory overload and his body lost consciousness, slumping down in front of Ethan who held him close to his body. His still spurting penis slip out of Ethan’s throat and mouth. With a long moan Daniel regained consciousness. He felt Ethan’s still buried fingers, flexing gently within his frothy rectum and his left hand massaging his slick softening penis. Ethan slowly and teasingly withdrew his fingers from Daniel’s anus with an audible slurping sound and Daniel moaned as the fingers slipped out of his body.



Ethan saw Susan and Dianne approaching them, carrying a basin of warm water, sponges and a towel. Susan knelt down in front of Ethan and cleaned the drools of semen from his face. When she finished, Ethan groaned when she patted the hardness between his thighs. Dianne knelt down in front of her son. A dazed Daniel watched his mother dip a sponge into the warm water and begin washing and cleaning his penis, testicles and anal area.



Her knowing hand used the soft sponge to swirl, squeeze and caress her son’s slick penis and Daniel cooed and mewed as his mother rejuvenated his arousal. His penis quickly stirred and grew erect and a warm rush flooded his testicles as they were ‘refilled’. His ‘womanhood’ remained in its formed state and Daniel moaned as ripples of pleasure continued to flood his rectal sheath and anal lips.



They helped Ethan and Daniel up onto their feet. Susan put two pillows on the bed, and after putting the basin, sponges and towels back on the counter, she and Dianne returned to the sectional.



Ethan said,



“Daniel, I want you to get up onto the bed.”



Daniel did so and Ethan placed a pillow under his head and then had Daniel lift up a bit while he placed the other, thicker pillow, under his hips. He then told Daniel to bend his legs and bring his feet back toward the sides of the pillow. Daniel’s raised and exposed anal area was clearly visible to everyone, along with swaying testicles and engorged manhood.



Daniel looked leaned up a little and a sense of excitement filled his mind when he saw Ethan climbing onto the bed and shuffle forward with his straining hardness leading the way toward his bent and spread thighs. Daniel sighed as Ethan’s hands massaged and kneaded the soft skin of his inner thighs and a thrill swept through his loins when he saw Ethan’s intense stare at the opening to his ‘womanhood’.



Ethan moved closer toward the apex of Daniel’s thighs and restarted his massaging of Daniel’s inner thighs. He teased him by coming close to but not touching his anal area, balls or erection. Daniel closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful sensations and moaned softly as he shifted his hips trying to get Ethan’s exploring hands to move onto his swelling sex.



Ethan leaned up and over Daniel’s body and their erections and nipples rubbed and pressed each other. Ethan brought his mouth down to Daniel’s mouth and their lips met. Both their eager tongues sought out each other’s tongues and they kissed deeply and passionately. Ethan brought both hands to Daniel’s enhanced nipples and his soft finger tips began caressing and teasing the erect buds.



Daniel moaned into Ethan’s mouth.



Ethan lifted his head and started to plant light suckling kisses along Daniel’s cheeks and neck and down to his shoulders. His loving lips trekked further down toward Daniel’s right areola. Daniel groaned as they neared his erect nipple and then his suckling mouth and lips descended onto the engorged nipple and Daniel gasped, thrusting his chest upward into Ethan’s suckling mouth.



Ethan alternated his assault on Daniel’s areolas and nipples. While his mouth, lips and tongue suckled and caressed one areola, his hands massage and kneaded the other. Daniel moaned and panted as his arousal soared. He ground his hips causing his oozing erection to slip and bump against Ethan’s throbbing member.



Ethan massaged his hands downward and placed them on Daniel’s inner thighs, close to but not touching the swollen anal lips. Ethan’s mouth left Daniel’s nipple and started to explore its way downward over Daniel’s abdomen. Daniel’s erection slid along Ethan’s cheek, leaving a trail of slick precum as it suckled its way toward the base of Daniel’s erection. Daniel grabbed Ethan’s head and held his breath in anticipation.



Ethan started a string of wet suckling kisses up the sensitive underside of Daniel’s massive erection. It throbbed and jumped as the lips suckled their way upward toward the thick, tingling head. A loud gasp was heard and his clutching hands tried to speed Ethan’s teasing mouth to go faster but Ethan deliberately went agonizingly slow.



Ethan finally reached the ring around the bottom of the thick gland and swirled his wet tongue around it and then began and ecstatic lapping all around the hyper-sensitive flesh. Daniel arched up in ecstasy, his erection jumped and jerked and his precum spurted outward and Ethan eagerly feasted on the drooling nectar.



Ethan’s right hand reached down and palmed Daniel’s eager entrance. He teasingly pressed and swirled his fingers in delicious circles and Daniel threw his head back and moaning and gasping. Ethan’s slick fingers started an exquisite tracing of Daniel’s swollen anal lips. Daniel bucked and thrashed in response to Ethan’s hands and mouth. His jerking erection felt as though it was going to explode and his anal opening and rectal sheath clenched and spasmed.



Once again, Daniel felt those wonderful fingers twisting into his rectal sheath. The enhanced nerve endings threw Daniel into a sexual frenzy. The fingers reached his spasming prostate and began an ecstatic massaging of the excited tissues. Daniel groaned deep in his throat as Ethan’s fingers began a deep stroking action deep into clenching sheath.



Ethan suddenly withdrew and Daniel moaned in agony.



“Nooooooooooooo ..”



Ethan raised up and rested his slick erection lengthways between the cheeks of Daniel’s spread buttocks. Daniel immediately started a frantic sawing motion with his hips. He gurgled as the long, thick shaft slipped ecstatically across his swollen anal entrance and over Daniel’s enflamed erection. Ethan looked down at Daniel and saw his glazed, aroused eyes, pleading for him to do something .. anything.



Ethan smiled down at Daniel and whispered,



“Guide me into your ‘womanhood’.”



Daniel reached between their bodies and grasped the engorged thickness of Ethan’s erection. He could feel the slickness of Ethan’s preseminal fluids that had drooled from the engorged head. Daniel guided the thick gland so it lay between the spread cheeks of his buttocks. While holding onto the treasured hardness, Daniel instinctively pushed his hips upward and outward allowing the head of Ethan’s erection to nestle into anal lips. He felt the lips of his enflamed entrance being pushed open. The elastic opening teasingly resisted for a moment and then suddenly they popped open and slipped joyously around the cherished head of Ethan’s magnificent erection. Ethan shut his eyes and gasped in ecstasy at the incredible sensations as the head of his erection slipped inward, into Daniel’s eager and welcoming rectal sheath.



With one determined thrust, Daniel lunged up onto Ethan’s thick, straining hardness and a hiss of joy was heard as he impaled his ‘womanhood’ on Ethan’s seven and half inch manhood. With one thrust, Daniel lost his rectal virginity.



Daniel ground his hips in frantic circles as his sheath ecstatically stretched around Ethan’s hard, flexing member. His rectal muscles expanded and started a clenching and milking action which caused a surprised gasp to escape Ethan’s open mouth. Ethan flexed gently, expanding his hardness deep inside Daniel, but still not moving his body.



Daniel couldn’t believe the feelings that his rectal sheath was giving him.



“Oh Ethan .. I feel sooooo full ..”



Ethan waited a moment, flexed again, watching Daniel’s face light up with joy. Slowly and tantalizingly Ethan withdrew halfway and then slowly pushed back inward. Again he moved forward, again and again, setting a slow teasing rhythm to his strokes. Ethan smiled as Daniel’s mewling and gurgling sounds rolled unabashedly from his lips.



Daniel’s enflamed erection jumped, jerked and bucked as his enhanced rectal walls unleashed it jolts of ecstasy. His precum was spewing from his engorged twitching head and pooling onto his abdomen. His erection and anal sheath now came into sync and the ecstatic sensations doubled in intensity. His mind was now totally centered on the incredible waves of pleasure that were washing across his loins.



Ethan’s body went into automatic and he began deep thrusting into Daniel’s clenching, wet ‘womanhood’. Daniel matched his thrusts and the room echoed with their moans and wails of ecstasy. Rippling spasms of joy began deep within Daniel’s sex and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of his flesh. The sensations rippled outward past his stretched anal lips, into his straining erection and up to the tips of his erect, bullet-like nipples.



He ground his hips in tight circles against Ethan’s thrusting manhood, his rectal sheath stretching ecstatically with its rhythmic pistoning. Daniel gasped and gurgled as his body became detached from his surroundings. Nothing mattered to him except the orgasmic waves that were flowing from his enraged passage. His jerking erection was drooling copious amounts of precum and his abdomen glistened in the light. The wet sucking sounds could be heard as Ethan thrust urgently into Daniel’s milking passage.



Suddenly Ethan lunged sharply inward, burying himself deep inside Daniel’s spasming ‘womanhood’ causing Daniel’s arch upward from the bed, bucking wildly as his first rectal orgasm exploded across his body.



Ethan withdrew his deeply imbedded manhood until just his enraged gland rested inside Daniel. Then he thrust forcefully forward throwing Daniel into a sexual frenzy. Ethan began long hard strokes into the steaming passage that was now wet and slippery from Daniel’s thick rectal juices, withdrawing the swollen head until just the tip remained inside the slick opening and then thrusting forward with his hips.



Daniel was wailing with incoherent sounds.



He reached out and grasped Ethan’s hips and pulled him deeply inward and thrust his hips up hard to skewer himself impossibly deep on Ethan’s driving thickness. Daniel’s body began to match Ethan’s pounding lunges with his own rhythmic thrashings. Ethan could feel his raging erection jump and throb. The sensitive gland twitched with a sense of urgency as Daniel’s muscles clenched and milked his enflamed member.



Ethan’s whole body went on hold as his hot thick load of semen entered the base of his erection. It surged its way up his quivering shaft and seem to stall and play with the most sensitive of male glands, the crown of his penis. It thickened and pulsed as the liquid joy played with its head and then exploded out the wide open slit.



Daniel felt the incredible force of Ethan’s eruptions spew into his enflamed rectal sheath causing it to ecstatically balloon from the gushing liquid pressure of Ethan’s ejaculation. His back arched and froze as his body started its second climatic orgasm. Daniel could feel the delicious liquid jettisoning into his writhing and spasming sex. His legs kicked outward in a wide ‘V’, cycling frantically in the air over the bed. Ethan’s incredible erection continued to gush and spurt its ejaculant, the thick liquid of joy continued to gush from its head, filling Daniel’s seething ‘womanhood’ and foaming out of the contracting and puckering anal lips.



Daniel’s eyes opened wide as a different ecstatic sensation gripped his loins. His raging erection jumped, jerked wildly as his liquid joy surged up his enraged organ, swirling deliciously around his hyper-excited gland and jettison past the puckering slit drenching his entire upper body with massive pools of his thick semen.



The combined rectal and erectile orgasms were too much for Daniel’s mind and he went into an orgasmic shutdown and lost consciousness, his body continued orgasming and ejaculating.



Ethan collapsed across Daniel’s body, feeling Daniel’s insides still gushing forth around his jumping hardness. Daniel recovered moaning and gasping and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Ethan as his body shook with deep aftershocks. Their abdomens deliciously squished and slurped together in Daniel’s warm pools of semen.



Ethan lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off of Daniel. His deflating penis slipping slowly out of Daniel’s still spasming rectum with a wet, slurping sound.



Daniel moaned as the wonderful fullness left his body.



Ethan let it lay, still drooling, on Daniel’s abdomen. It mixed with Daniel’s semen and soon strings of their essence dripped down Daniel’s sides and thighs.



Daniel moved his abdomen in slow sensuous circles rubbing their deflating penises between their bodies. Both enjoyed the feel of the slick tubes of flesh as they squished through the pools of thick semen. Daniel moaned at the sensations and they smiled at each other.



Each held the other tightly as they came down from their orgasmic highs.



A sigh escaped Daniel’s mouth as his ‘womanhood’ returned to its normal state.



A happy Dianne watched as Ethan helped her son off of the bed and they walked to shower. While they were showering, Dianne helped Susan change out the sheet and pillows on the bed. Susan put a bottle of massaging oil on and bed, it was her turn next and her clitoris was already tingling with anticipation.



3.05 Adrian, Susan, The mating:

I didn’t know what to do about David. He was my best friend and after years of teasing me, he had opened up a pandora’s box of getting me to crossdress. Now I’m supposed to go as his date, as Angelina Jolie, but the host of the party, Ben, a real gentleman, wants me too. I wish I could be Ben’s date, but I don’t know how to escape from David’s grip.



“Allison, I’m here!” It was David knocking at the door. “Open up you little slut!”



“Shhh David, not so loud! I don’t need the neighbors hearing!”



“What are you doing dressed as a guy?”



“David, it’s 2pm. The party is not for hours. I’m just hanging out.”



“not anymore. Go get ready. You’re coming as my date and I’ll sit here all day watching college football if I have to.” David doesn’t leave anything up to chances.



“Why did you bring a suitcase?”



“You’ll see Aly. Go put on your little makeup in the bathroom.” I rolled my eyes. I was partially upset that he just ruined whatever rest of a guyish Saturday afternoon that I had in store for myself. On the other hand if someone is telling me to go put on some makeup, they certainly don’t have to ask me twice.



As I started putting on foundation, I heard David rolling his suitcase into my bedroom. I walked in to take a look and he threw all my button down shirts and dress pants into his empty suitcase.



“What are you doing?”



“I’m making sure you don’t run off with Ben.”



“Excuse me?”



“Well Allison if you ever want to make it to your day job as Alex again then you’re going to have to have to play by my rules. Alex’s clothes will be safe with me.” I gasped and did not like this one bit. “Don’t even try grabbing the suitcase. I’m much stronger than you. Now go paint your dainty little finger nails a nice red color and think about how you’re going to pleasure your man later. I own you now Allison.” I started getting hard in my shorts and knew I had to change into my panties. I was just worried whether this would be my last time I ever wore boxer shorts.



I went back into the bathroom to put on my makeup and a tear started rolling down my eye. I loved dressing and all, but I don’t know where David is going with all this. I love dressing as a girl but I want to have the choice to pick out a guy for myself. It sounded like David was still busy packing more of my guy stuff away.



“what are you doing out there”



“just replacing Alex’s underwear with Allison’s new panties. All your Alex clothes is now in my suitcase.”



“David you’re such a prick!” I said this as I’m applying my eye liner and wearing a bra and panties.



“haha I know!!”



“Go sit on the couch!”



I heard him wheel the heavy sounding suitcase back to the living room. While David was making himself at home eating popcorn and watching the game, I got myself all glammed up. I made my eye liner dramatic as Daphne taught me and I applied eye shadow and lipstick and lip gloss. I applied lipstick far past my lips to give the illusion of Angelina’s volume.



My heels were 4 inches high and patent. My dress was long and black. My wig was long and dark dark brown. My silicon enhances underneath my bra made me feel so feminine. I snapped a selfie of myself and sent it to Daphne. “thanks for being my BFF. xo”



I came out and strutted as I approached David on the living room couch. “Wow your lips really look like Angelina’s.”



“Thanks”. I blushed.



“I can’t even believe you used to be sad pathetic Alex and now you’re hot as hell.”



He got up from the couch and embraced me with both of his big arms. His right hand cupped my feminine little ass and his left hand tucked some of my hair behind my ear and he began missing me. I felt magical.



For a couple minutes the making out was hot.



“get on your knees and open my zipper.”



I willingly did and through his boxers poked out his raging hot penis. I started sucking it.



“Oooh that feels so good!”



I started licking fastly the bottom sensitive part of his cock and he looked to be in ecstasy. He was getting harder and harder and I was licking his pre-cum when suddenly he stopped.



“halftime is over. Game is resuming. Sit back up here.”



“I was a little devastated. He suddenly was ignoring me for the game. As I sat next to him I noticed I was so hard from what had just transpired and desperately wanted to jerk myself off.



Unfortunately my cock was buried under my long dress and control top pantyhose, so I couldn’t even get to it if I tried.



Regardless, I started stroking the area as I was so horny thinking about having David’s cock in my mouth.



“Na ah ah Allison, as he waved no with his finger. I don’t want you making any mess in your outfit.”



We just sat there and every so often he’d look back at me. It was clear, though I enjoyed crossdressing, that this was all about David and that he was trying to morph me into his cd slave.



In the meantime he didn’t even kiss me. He just placed his hand on my pantyhose-clad legs and felt them up every so often. “you haven’t painted your nails!”



I got up to go search for my press on nails.



“No Allison you need to paint your actual nails. Show me some commitment.”



I guess I had no choice. I sighed and sat down.



But the intoxicating fumes of the nail polish made me feel a lot better about everything. I’m glad I have David as a friend. He literally spotted in me my inner girl before I saw it in myself.



After the game, David got ready in his tux as Brad. “ok, game’s over lets get going. Touch up your make up. I can’t wait till we win first prize!”



We left in David’s car and he put his full suitcase in his trunk.



We got to the party. The music was thumping. Jay Z was playing. The house was filled with twenty-something party goers.



David immediately knew a lot of people and was introducing me “and this is my significant other Angelina.”



One friend exclaimed “Oh David, you always get the prettiest girls!”



I just stood there graciously and smiling while David chatted with all his friends. A couple of them I knew as Alex, but none of them recognized me all dressed up



Then I saw Daphne and walked toward her.



She screamed, “hey girl! Ben’s been asking for you!”



“But what do I do about David?”



“Who cares about David!”



She grabbed my hand and brought me to Ben.



As I approached him, with his sapphire blue eyes, I forgot how gentlemanly he was. His hair was parted, gelled and had a 1950s pompodoire. He looked so dapper in a cream colored blazer and black Bowtie. He was clearly going for a 1950s look.



“hello Lady”



“hey Ben”



“you look stunning tonight”



“and you look so handsome as always”



“can we have this dance”



“of course”



He immediately went to the DJ and had the Rihanna song stopped. The entire party stopped what they were doing, and after three seconds, the music changed to Frank Sinatra’s “The Way you Look Tonight”.



The whole crowd parted ways and made a large circle around us as Ben and I danced romantically. He had one arm behind my back and one hand holding my hand and holding him in tight.



A minute into the song he began to kiss me sensuously, with everyone watching. I was afraid to see if David was watching.



Suddenly the music was halted. David grabbed the microphone and said “ladies and gentleman, Ben is dancing and kissing with a dude.” he then speedily walked over to me and yanked off my wig. I felt so humiliated.



The silence felt like it lasted 10 minutes as everyone gasped.



Then Ben, grabbed the wig from David’s hand put it back in place of my head and took the mike.



“Well, she’s hot anyway!!”



the crowd cheered and he cupped my face in his two hands and started kissing me. “I knew all along babe”



The music returned to thumping pop and R&B, and after a couple more minutes of dancing he whispered in my ear “hey, let’s get out of here.”



we took my hand and led me upstairs and into his bedroom. He lit two candles and put on a slow jazz song on his Mac and started kissing me. “you do look beautiful and I want to treat you like the lady you deserve to be treated as.”



I kissed him and kissed him. He moaned whenever I kissed him beneath his neck. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His cock was long and hard and I started to suck on it for a couple minutes.



Wait I want to pleasure you too. I want to fuck you slow and sensuously so you enjoy it. He pulled my dress off, grabbed some scissors and cut a whole in my pantyhose. He then laid me on my back, took out a condom and put it on and then bathed it in tons of lube. The lube got everywhere! I got so excited in anticipation. He stood in front of me while I laid on my back and looked me in the eye, took my pantyhose clad legs over his shoulders and entered his cock within me. For a second it hurt, but all that lube made it feel so nice.



Are you comfortable?



Yeah, keep going.



He slowly started to penetrate back and forth. It felt great, my cock was so hard. I could see that Ben noticed it and he put his hand inside my pantyhose and gave it 2 or 3 strokes.



“my my, looks like you’re enjoying this as much as I do.”



He kept pounding me and it felt incredible.



“Allison, I’m getting close!” So was I.



“you’re going to be my girlfriend, right?” He asked as he was pushing faster.



“you’re going to get dressed up for me and love me and were going to love each other right? He was pounding even faster.



Right!



“Good girl, Allison!” and then he came.



“Oh fuck yeah! You take it so well Allison and you’re so pleasant. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”



I was so hard I reached into my pantyhose and panties and stroked myself a couple times.



“Good girl, I want to see you cum!” I immediately came endlessly.



It felt so good. We both lied down on Ben’s bed and he held me all night long. I was still in my bra, panties and pantyhose and it felt so right.



The next morning I woke up to a picture text from David. “Say goodbye to Alex!”. The pic showed his suitcase having been thrown in the river.



Then Ben came up from behind, wrapped me in his arms, kissed me on my cheek and said “what’s up dear?”



Even though David had just thrown out any remnant of my clothes as Alex, I felt so good and knew that things would be all right.

When I’m horny even as much as a heterosexual male as I am the idea of having another man take me raises its ugly head.



I remember it started so innocently. I don’t know how old I was but I know even now that it started with pornography. I loved women and I loved looking at women. It didn’t matter if they were white, black, Asian or Latin as long as they had a nice rump and sweet features I’d lay on my stomach rubbing against the sheets with their images before me until I came.



Soon though it wasn’t enough. I went from missionary position to doggy style to spice it up even adding anal images to my sexual appetite but it was only when a tranny snuck up on me that it changed.



I’d have sworn the Asian beauty was a woman if not for the six-inch dick I saw in the last frame. She was a petite thing with long black hair and small cute features. I wasn’t looking at her face though I was looking at her butt and it was a delight. I couldn’t see or tell anything was amiss until the last picture when I saw the shaved balls and dick and I wasn’t disgusted. In fact I was turned on even more.



Rubbing myself on the bed as usual I came to the image of me on her ass taking her with delight.



Over time I’d go from admiring the women to occasionally looking for the one tranny that set me off and brought the naughty orgasm out but then I wanted more.



I had no illusions when I searched out my first gay pictures. I’d seen them before but I’d never actually clicked on a link until one night I was super horny. I’d not jerked off in weeks and sex hadn’t come my way in months.



The women weren’t doing it and neither were the trannies. I needed something really naughty and found it with a few teen black twinks taking it in the ass and wondered how it would feel.



Lying on the bed naked, I rubbed myself against the sheets hard and fast. I grabbed my ass with my hands and spread them, sliding my fingers wet from sweat td along my crack until a climax rocked me and left me feeling guilty.



What had I just done? I’d just cum with the desire to have someone in my ass.



I didn’t masturbate for a week afterwards but the feeling never left me and it wouldn’t be long before I was horny again and searching for something to satisfy me and gay porn mixed with what I’d call conventional female fare filled that void until one night when I was out.



It wasn’t a gay bar that’s for sure but it was a bar open to all. I don’t think I’m the type a gay man would approach but apparently I’m wrong. I’m five feet nine inches tall and weigh about one hundred and sixty pounds roughly.



Not very muscular I consider myself athletic though some of the women I’ve dated said I have soft features and they like that. I thought little of that as long as I got the ass.



I was horny that night there was no doubt about that and I was merely looking for a hook up with a woman. It was Friday night and all during the week I’d been on the computer and when I got bored on the computer I venture towards the porn.



Yes I have an addiction to it there is no doubt. The addiction though doesn’t drive me to purchase subscriptions though I find that useless considering how much free porn is out there and besides the average man only takes about seven minutes to cum so why purchase or download an hour long movie when a few clips will do the job.



If I didn’t get a hook up then I’d head back home and deal with it then though usually on Friday’s there was always a few to be had mostly the more mature of the crowd and considering my youthfulness they were more likely to be interested I thought.



There wasn’t any of that that night however and I felt sure I was leaving alone when he approached me and asked if he could buy me a drink.



Horniness must have been wafting off of me like a cloud of smoke signaling him and drying him my way.



You’d think I would have known then. I’d been watching two women making out on the dance floor earlier and the two lipstick lesbians were hot as shit and I wouldn’t have mind joining them. It only served to make me hornier.



When I’m horny my inhibitions drop and I said, “Sure.”



I wasn’t drugged or anything but before long one drink led to another and late into the night or rather early into the morning we were leaving together heading to his place because it was within walking distance and I was in no position to drive.



How’d he get me back to his place I don’t know. All I remember was we talked about everything and all the while we drank. We talked sports, politics, movies, music and of course the two lesbians on the floor who’d been joined by a few eager fellows only to be ignored.



“You don’t look good enough to drive,” he’d said to me.



I nodded agreement.



“You should sleep it off at my place. You can walk back get your car later…”



“Good idea.”



And off we went.



“You can crash on the couch,” he said when we reached his place.



I plopped down on the couch. “Thanks.” I said taking him in.



He was about six feet tall and unlike me with brown skin a gift from my African heritage he was white and had blond hair and blue eyes. His hair was short and fit his face nicely. He smiled at me and I wanted him then but I wasn’t going to make the move.



He flipped on the television and asked, “You want anything to drink?”



“Think I’ve had enough for the night.” I said.



He plopped down on the couch sitting at the other end.



It was late at night and the channel was Cinemax and they were busy into their soft-coretd hour.



I turned and found he was watching me. I swallowed hard and moistened my lips. I don’t think that’s a cue but he made his move.



He closed the distance between us and kissed me full on the lips hard and hot.



I was hard and hot in my pants and eager to play.



We kissed for I don’t know how long but when we broke I had a raging hard on. I’d never kissed another man. I thought it would be gross but it was no different than kissing a woman, soft lips, wet and hot but some stubble. I could live with that.



I automatically reached out and undid his pants pulling them off him like some hungry animal. I’d never sucked a dick but had seen it done and had wondered if I could do it.



He had boxers on and they were gray like the slacks he wore, Dockers I think. I pulled them off, down to his ankles. He kicked them the rest of the way off and lay back on the couch one leg on and one leg off.



His shaft was glistening. It was huge but I always heard from your perspective your dick always looks small until you’re up close and I was up close.



I took him in my hand and rubbed slow at first then faster as I moved my head down slowly and took him in my mouth. He was hot in my mouth and pre cum oozed from his shaft.



It was salty but yet I didn’t stop sucking on him. The sounds of my slurping filled the room drowning out the television, which hadn’t been turned that high in the first place.



I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth but then I didn’t stop. I was curious. Would I swallow or would I spit. I didn’t like it when women spit. I wanted the full experience and from watching too many porns I think I’d been conditioned to think women should swallow the load. I thought it only fair because when I went down on a woman I swallowed whatever I sucked out of her cunt.



I stopped though. I knew men. I was a man after all and I knew once he came they’d be a break for recovery and I wanted to feel him in me. I was horny and my inhibitions were down. This was probably the only time I’d even consider it, drunk and horny.



I pulled back. “Fuck me.” I said.



“You sure?” He asked sitting up on his elbows.



I nodded.



I stood and dropped my pants kicking it off. I didn’t know where to begin thankfully he did.



He disappeared past the kitchen to his bedroom I gathered and returned with a tube of KY jelly.



I watched as he first lathered his shaft nicely with the lube. Then he came to me.



Anal sex especially anal sex for the first time takes plenty or preparation. I’d not prepared and truthfully if I had I don’t think I would have let him near me. It was best to go in almost blind. At least we had lube.



I lay on my stomach on the floor next to the couch on the tan Berber carpet. We were between the couch and the coffee table. I hand my hands folded under my head as if I were about to head off to sleep. I closed my eyes. I felt like rubbing myself against the carpet.



He spread my legs slightly and squeezed my ass.



It felt no different than the women who squeezed my ass during sex.



He slipped a glob of lube between my ass and rubbed it up and down my crack slowly.



I pursed my lips and pressed myself against the carpet.



He slathered me with more lube this time probing my ass with his finger no deeper than the first joint of his index finger.



I was tight but the lube made penetration easy.



It wasn’t long before one whole finger was in my ass, then two and then three.



I squeezed them with my sphincter rocking slightly on the carpet wanting more than slender fingers. It was coming.



He leaned down to my ear, “Are you ready?”



His breath tickled me and forced a shiver through me.



I nodded. I felt ready because I wanted to cum but I knew if I came he sure as hell wasn’t going to get any. My inhibitions would rise and I’d not want it. He’d probably end up forcing me to satisfy his desires; no one likes to be teased.



This image only got me harder even though it was probably unlikely he’d rape me if I said no.



“Spread your ass.”



I grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart, wide as I could.



His head touched my ass and her pushed, slowly tenderly into me.



His head was flared as more blood rushed to it and with my eyes closed I saw it going in my cherry ass as I felt it. He stopped.



I bit my lip. He was big but it was probably more because I was tight. Lube and stretching with fingers could only do so much.



He put his hands on my hips and pushed even more.



I flinched.



He stopped and waited.



He was patient decided to be happy with only half of his shaft in me. He began to stroke me slowly.



His movements moved me against the carpet. It was a sweet sensation. It was hands free effortless masturbation.



The feeling of a dick in my ass was uncomfortable but the sensations made it all worthwhile.



His subtle thrusts became more and more intense but he didn’t go any deeper. I wondered how much more he had and pushed my ass up encouraging him.



He lay on me and slipped a hand around me between my shaft and the carpet. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it as he stroked my ass.



I couldn’t hold myself back. I was going to cum and soon. I suddenly didn’t care if he was in my ass or not. We’d see what happened after my cum shot out onto his carpet.



My balls tingled and as if sensing it he squeezed harder and stroked faster both my ass and my shaft. His grip incredible there was still residual KY on his hands and it made the wrap around a delightful.



Cum rushed from me hot and sticky against my stomach. It flowed over his hand and mixed with the KY and dripped onto the carpet.



He didn’t stop stroking me though and the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.



The last of the spasms were happened when I felt it in my ass. It was hot and it filled me and suddenly made me feel as if I wanted to go but I didn’t. It would have embarrassed the hell out of me.



He stayed in my ass for sometime emptying his load as I’d done on his carpet but deep in my rectum or rather not so deep then he slowly pulled out.



He rolled me over and kissed me and I kissed him.



Our bodies glistened with sweat though not strenuous it still brought us panting and sweating and had our hearts racing.



We lay on the carpet for sometime not saying a word just laying there.



It wasn’t as I’d expected. I rolled up on my elbow and said, “Maybe next time you can go all the way in.”



He smiled. “It’s only Saturday we have all weekend.”



I returned his smile and was eager to go again. I’d be sore later but at that moment it didn’t matter. I’d cum, my inhibitions were supposedly back and even though I was still buzzed it wasn’t why I wanted more.

Before reading: This is Chapter 1 of a larger story. The full story will primarily contain themes of voyeurism, but will also include some bisexual exploration (male-on-male). If you are repulsed by that, this is a fair warning. There is no male-on-male contact in this particular chapter, but I will include a disclaimer on the chapters that do contain it, in case you wish to simply skip over them.







Chapter 1

Music To My Ears




Things were not going well for me. I was always a terrible student in high school. I ditched school when I could and slept in class when I couldn’t. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be any different when I started going to the community college up the road. I had spent weeks trying to convince my mom that I could live on my own in a studio apartment near the college, that I can go to school full-time while easily paying the $475/month rent with the money I can make delivering pizzas a few hours a week. You may not know it, but boy do those tips really add up. I don’t want to keep boring you with the details, but long story short: I never got a job, I lost all drive to attend classes in the first month, flunked out, and had to move back in with my mother, tail between my legs. All that talk about me being able to handle independence was a colossal joke. I am a 19-year-old loser living with 46-year-old mom.



My mother divorced my dad when I was young. I see my dad once in a while, but he lives pretty far out of town. I don’t spend more than a few nights at his place because well, no offense to my dad, but he can’t afford another mouth to feed, and he’s not exactly much fun to be around. Anyways, my mom never remarried. She became very focused on her real estate career and she has done quite well for herself, but her dedication to her work is probably the reason she has only dated a handful of men after the divorce, and the longest any of those relationships lasted was a few months shy of a year. Her boyfriends were always her age, held respectful jobs, and had typical hobbies and interests. Her boyfriends were nothing special… that is, until J.R. came along.



My first time “meeting” J.R. was after my mom’s first date with him. She got dolled up as she usually does for dates, left the house alone around 6 pm, and I sat at home keeping myself entertained with video games in my room, occasionally helping myself to some snacks in the kitchen. Around 10 pm I figured I should make an early night of it because I had to get up at a reasonable hour the next day to start applying for shitty jobs. I turned off the TV, turned off the lights and hopped in bed. Minutes later, I heard the car pull up. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard two voices exiting the car. Keep in mind, first dates for my mom always ended with the two exchanging a friendly kiss (or so I’m told) in the parking lot of whatever fancy restaurant they went to, and heading back to their respective homes and scheduling a second date (or not). Bringing her date to our house generally didn’t happen until they’ve been dating for at least a month. Needless to say, she likes to take things slow. So I couldn’t help but peek out my window, which overlooks the driveway, to see who she was bringing home on the first date.



J.R. is a slightly older man. His hair has grayed and he has just a little bit of a pudgy gut. He dresses well and looks pretty well-groomed. His voice is a bit deep as well. That was about as much as I could glean from him from watching and listening out my window, but keeping my head fairly low.



Only, it was J.R. stepping out of the driver’s seat, and opening the passenger side door like a gentleman to let my mom out. After she stepped out and he closed the door, J.R. gently pushed her up against the side of the car with his body and started running his hands all over her. Mom was giggling like crazy. I could tell she had a bit to drink that night. J.R. quickly silenced her giggling when he slipped his tongue in her mouth, turning giggles into little moans. He had one hand practically mauling one of her breasts, and his other was squeezing her ass. Their little session ended quickly as they headed into the house. I sat by my bedroom to eavesdrop. I wasn’t sure exactly why I was so interested, but I wasn’t about to stop and question it.



“Honey, my friend J.R. had a little too much to drink so I gave him a lift and I’m letting him crash here!” She shouted up the stairs after coming into the house. That was bullshit because if that was the case, she’d had driven him to HIS place. And, you know, I saw that J.R. was the one driving. I didn’t reply.



“Shhh, Carol, he’s probably asleep, you goofball.” I heard J.R. mutter.



After what I can only imagine was some more playful groping and giggling, I heard my mom’s bedroom door slam. I never had much luck with the girls, but of course I always considered myself as having a normal sexuality, and yet I could not begin to comprehend why my dick got so hard and so fast at the realization that my mom is about to get plowed after a first date a few yards away from me. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my face. I was going crazy. I waited a few minutes after that door shut, opened my door slowly, and began slowly, stealthily crawling my way downstairs, across the house, and towards my mom’s bedroom door, being careful not to cause any creaking sounds. I got quite good at that from the many times I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to hang out with friends.



I wouldn’t dare try to open that door. As long as I’ve lived there, I’ve always known it to be the creakiest door in the house. You could probably breathe on it and it would creak. I heard the sound of bodies rolling around her bed, the rustling of the sheets. I could hear my mom’s heavy breathing. Then I heard the rattling of the bed frame and the sound of flesh slapping together. Then came her moans. I was rubbing myself outside her door. My cock was so engorged, it hurt. But I couldn’t stop myself. My mom’s moans turned to deep, almost animalistic grunts as the rattling of the bed intensified and became accompanied by a very loud, repetitive knocking sound. My mom was getting fucked so hard, the big heavy slab of wood that is the headboard was being relentlessly slammed into the wall like it was nothing.



I crept away from the door and into the living room, which shares a wall with my mom’s bedroom, and is also the wall against which that bed is positioned. I found the spot on my side of that wall where the knocking sound was loudest. I pressed my ear against it. Holy shit, I could feel the wall bump every time the headboard hit it. Her grunts and moans were so distinct, I could tell her face was mere inches from my ear with only some drywall in between, while this J.R. guy was pounding her from behind. I took my ear off the wall, pressed my whole back against the wall, pulled down my pants and started furiously jacking off to the feeling of the wall thumping and vibrating from the hard fuck my mom was receiving. I knew it was fucked up but nothing could have turned me on more in that moment, not internet porn, not a nude photo of my biggest crush from high school, nothing.



I finished in a matter of seconds, a personal record for me by far. Of course, they weren’t done yet. I returned to the bedroom door, sat down, and listened to them for another 20 or 30 minutes. Granted, he wasn’t banging her hard for the whole duration, but my mom made it pretty clear she was having the time of her life by how, uh… “vocal” she was in there.

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The first time I felt like I might be developing feelings for another man was the night when we’d gone out for a meal, and Marcus – my son’s friend from university – made a joke that it was like I was Guy’s boyfriend.



We’d all laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion – after all, Guy and I are both divorced men, both outwardly straight for all intents and purposes – but I felt the twinge of a new and unfamiliar emotion – an odd combination of pride and excitement, perhaps – which made me wonder if, maybe, I would like there to be some truth in the observation.



Marcus had no doubt made the comment because of the way Guy and I were teasing each other over dinner. I’d thought we were simply expressing the sort of typical, blokeish banter that men often indulge in to the amusement of others. But perhaps there was more to it than that: perhaps we had an over-familiarity with one another that betrayed a more meaningful connection between us; perhaps, right there in front of my son and his friend, we were making it obvious that there was a much deeper intimacy between us beneath the playful sparring we were enjoying together.



Or more likely it was just because Guy, much to my embarrassment, would occasionally call me “Big Boy” and throw a salacious glance at my crotch beneath the table.



Marcus had, thankfully, been oblivious to the reaction his playful “boyfriend” comment had elicited in me. We’d continued chatting and joking together over the meal but I’d been careful to keep whatever embryonic affections I might be feeling for Guy more discreetly to myself.



In other respects, Marcus had turned out to be a delightfully charming young man: a humorous but at times thoughtful friend for my son and a welcome guest to have in my home. He was both confident and well-spoken, and exuded an easy-going manner that made him almost impossible not to like. Apart from anything else, he was very pleasant to look at, being tall – similar in height to my son, Jake, as it happened – and athletic, with lovely mop of curly blond hair and a handsome smile that might melt even my ex-wife’s frigid heart.



He’d arrived the day earlier after a dreadful train journey which had involved delays and cancellations at almost every stop. He’d disappeared off to bed just after ten, leaving Jake and me to chat together for an hour so downstairs.



“He seems like a nice lad,” I’d said to Jake, although I’d hardly had chance to talk to Marcus as he’d been so tired by the time he pitched up.



“He is a nice lad,” Jake had agreed, sprawled across the armchair opposite, sipping from a can of beer rather than the coke he’d been more accustomed to before he’d left for university.



“How does your… er… girlfriend, Ellie, feel about Marcus coming to stay?” I’d asked, deliberately emphasising the word ‘girlfriend’ but maintaining an expression which was as innocent as I could muster.



Jake had chuckled and thrown me a knowing grin, understanding full well the concealed meaning behind my question.



“She’s fine with it,” he’d said. “Why wouldn’t she be?”



I’d shrugged, but we both knew what the score was. The two lads, after all, were sharing Jake’s cramped, single bed; the two of them were, by my son’s own admission, “slightly more than just good mates”.



Nothing much else had happened that first night: Jake had gone up to bed and presumably snuggled up alongside his friend, but Marcus had no doubt been too tired for anything further to have developed between them.



If things had gone on after lights-out in Jake’s room, I would undoubtedly have been aware of it, as both our bedroom doors had been left slightly ajar. My son had suggested some time ago that we should both leave our bedrooms open at night, on the excuse that he’d been awoken by our cat scratching at one or other of our doors. He had really made the suggestion, I’m sure, because he wanted to get a better look at what I got up to with Guy, Bradley or any of my other male friends when I had them to stay over. But now that the shoe was on the other foot, and it was he who had a male companion joining him in his bed, I’d been pleased to notice after brushing my teeth that he was following the same rule that he himself had requested and had left his own bedroom door ajar.



We’d all got up early the following morning to drive over to Buxton to visit a Neolithic stone circle which Marcus had wanted to see while he was in our area. He was studying archaeology at the university and had spent a considerable time taking measurements of the way the stones were positioned. Jake and I, meanwhile, sat and drank endless cups of tea in the nearby cafe, having grown bored of trying to think up things to say about the large, grey boulders after about three minutes.



Then, after spending the afternoon shopping in Sheffield, we’d picked up Guy from his house and had driven out to the Harvester in Braunstone where I’d had the foresight to book a table for the four of us.



And that’s where the joke had been made that had prompted such an unexpected reaction in me.



I knew Marcus didn’t have even the slightest inkling that there was more to my friendship with Guy than one might expect from a couple of ostensibly straight mates in their early forties. After all, if he had, he was far too polite to have made such an obviously controversial remark.



In any case, Jake had told me while we’d been alone in the cafe at the stone circle that he hadn’t told Marcus about the sexual versatility I’d been embracing for the past year or so.



“Why would I have even mentioned it?” he’d said when I’d asked him about it point-blank.



“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just thought with you guys being… you know… rather versatile yourselves.”



“He just knows you’ve got a… er… girlfriend,” Jake grinned, placing his own sarcastic emphasis on the same word that I had the previous evening.



“Okay… but what if I invite a bloke to stay over with me while he’s visiting?” I’d asked. “And what if… you know… things happen between the two of us after lights-out?”



“Then, I guess, he’ll realise quite quickly that I’m not the only one in the family who’s heteroflexible.”



I’d chuckled at that: was that what the two of them were calling it?



Now, after we’d got home from the restaurant and I was lying alone in bed, I pondered again on Marcus’ joke, not so much interested in what prompted it but rather my curious emotional reaction towards it.



It was one thing to play the field with other men from time to time, but did I really want to think of myself as being another bloke’s ‘boyfriend’?



Just the thought of the question made shivers course down my spine, startling me and making me wonder again whether my attachment to Guy – a purely physical and sexual arrangement, or so I had previously thought – was in reality nurturing something more significant.



Was it possible that somewhere, deep my subconscious, I might actually want to be Guy’s boyfriend?



Again, that strange ripple of nervous excitement at the mere posing of the question.



I remembered how funny Jake had found Marcus’ comment – Guy had too, of course – and how he and his friend had laughed too loudly and for too long at the suggestion that I might be in a loving and committed relationship with another man.



Which was ironic, really, given that it was the two of them right now who were in the throes of passion in the room next door to mine.



I could hear quite distinctly sounds of sex from Jake’s bedroom: now that Marcus had recovered from his train journey, the two of them seemed to be making up for lost time with gusto. Both of our bedroom doors were open, as per Jake’s suggestion (although ‘insistence’ might be a more a more apt description), allowing the rhythmic noises from my son and his athletic friend to permeate through to me with surprising clarity.



And these weren’t the sounds of two lads having a quiet wank together before turning over to sleep back-to-back. The two of them were quite clearly enjoying something altogether more involved: I could hear panting and grunting; the sounds of flesh against flesh.



Not that I wanted to listen in on what the two of them were getting up to, of course. But the open door policy made any attempt for me to try and ignore their private sounds of male intimacy near impossible.



I was fairly sure, from the slapping noises I could hear them making against each other and the beating of the headboard on the wall which separated our rooms, that the two of them were indulging in a fairly heavy-duty bout of anal sex. I was surprised that they had wasted no time in getting down to the nitty-gritty together: there was to be no tender foreplay or the appreciation of a nice, cosy snuggle from Jake – he’d gone in straight for the grand slam, irrespective of his old dad having to listen to him in the room next door.



Once I’d realised the extent of the sex I was listening to, it felt odd to hear my son – my little Jakey who I’d brought up single-handedly from being a kid – so brazenly enjoying homosexual intercourse with a friend as I lay in my bed in the room next door. I was listening to him engaging in buggery: an act which I had by now enjoyed countless times myself but which seemed a little precocious for my teenage son.



I wasn’t in any way disgusted by what he was doing – after all, I was an ardent fan of the pleasures to be had from such intimate male company myself. It just felt strange to hear my son – a boy who had once seemed so innocent and had been wary of anything which might be perceived as ‘gay’ – enjoying what sounded like quite a heated and passionate sexual encounter with a member of his own gender.



Perhaps I would have felt similarly disquieted if I’d heard him enjoying the company of his girlfriend Ellie so noisily in the room next to mine: I don’t know.



I took a couple of sniffs of the air as their rhythm grew steadily faster and their noises more intense. Yes, they were definitely enjoying a butt-fuck together – even though faint, I could easily recognise the distinctly anal whiff of a cock drilling in and out of another male’s backside. I was more than familiar with that unique scent and its murky origins, having paused to appreciate it on many, many occasions during my own similarly odorous encounters.



I felt my own manhood stirring among the folds of my pyjamas, perhaps keen to experience for itself the activity its owner could smell. I gently kneaded it through the fabric: there was nothing similar on offer for it tonight, unfortunately.



I took another sniff, this time more deeply and allowed myself to savour the pungent, musky whiff that was wafting into my room from along the corridor. I had to smile to myself: it was as clear as day! My son might as well have announced to me at bedtime that he and his friend were going to end their evening with an impassioned bout of boy-on-boy buggery for all the subtlety he was employing.



I wondered if other dads whose sons had brought their university friends home for the holidays would recognise from that smell what the two young men were up to together; or whether, like me, one had to be a fellow enthusiast to appreciate why such a distinctive bouquet would accompany late-night rhythms from the shared bedroom.



I lay back, listening as the sounds the two of them were making together became steadily faster, squeezing my hardening organ as it responded to the proximity of the activity it had enjoyed so many times itself.



I was wishing, now, that I’d invited Guy back from the restaurant with us to stay over with me. At least then I would have been able to join in with the fun my son was clearly having and to have contributed my own panting and gasping sounds to those that he was making. We could have competed with one another, as father and son, as to whose exertions could produce the most vigorous tempo, and tried to outdo each other with the intensity of the crude, anal odour that was wafting from our rooms.



However, this being only the second night of Marcus staying with us, I’d taken, perhaps, an overly cautious approach and hadn’t wanted to make him feel uncomfortable by brandishing my sexual dexterity too flagrantly. Working against the demands of my sex drive, therefore, I’d suggested to Guy that we part company after our meal instead of him coming back to my place as was more usual when we’d spent an evening together.



So now I was lying here, bored and alone, while my son was making no bones about the fact that he did not share my sense of polite restraint. It seemed that the friend he had brought to stay with him was being treated almost like a trophy: their sexual energetics being broadcast to the whole quiet house; a way, perhaps, for Jake, to let me know – as if such a message were needed – that he, like me, could very physically enjoy the company of some of the other males in his acquaintance.



As it was becoming obvious that sleep was going to be impossible while the two of them were so boisterously enjoying the end of their evening, I got out of bed and padded quietly over to my open bedroom door to crane an ear around it and better listen to the noises of their clearly purposeful coupling.



My cock was half-erect and making my pyjama leg rise upwards from my thigh. Was I really enjoying the sounds of my son revelling so unashamedly in his moment of homosexual passion with his friend? Was I really growing aroused by the intensifying odour being produced by the illicit union between cock and arse?



I’d never deliberately listened in on the sounds of Jake masturbating from along the hallway, a gentle percussion which had followed bedtime – as one might expect with a teenaged son – on many, many occasions. I would never have pried on him when he was enjoying such private ministrations in his room and had always tried to ignore the tell-tale complaints from his long-suffering mattress. But now, as I suspected I was the intended recipient of Jake’s overt display of virility, it didn’t seem so wrong for me to purposefully eavesdrop on his sexual escapades.



I decided, after standing at my bedroom door for a minute or so and trying to interpret the rhythmic, pounding sounds from my son’s room, that Marcus was probably the one who was in the receiving position. For one thing, Jake’s breathing sounded more laboured and he was more vocal in his appreciation of what his friend was allowing him to do, but I also felt that Marcus’ contributions had a muffled quality about them, as if his face was directed downwards into a pillow.



I was listening to my nineteen-year-old son ending his evening by butt-fucking another young lad! While that knowledge still made me feel a little peculiar, it didn’t affect me as much as I thought it would.



Then I heard Jake whisper, distinctly, through the rhythm of all the other sounds that were spilling from the room, “God! Your arse is so fucking tight, mate!”



Yes, my son was buggering his university friend. Of that I was quite sure.



For some reason I now felt more surprise at the thought of gently-refined Marcus – the sort of wholesome boy-next-door type you’d love your daughter to bring home – bending over to have another lad fuck him up the bum. It was this charismatic and rather dapper young man that I could smell, betraying to the whole upper floor of the house, it seemed, that it was being eagerly penetrated by my son.



Marcus would be horrified, I was sure, if he knew that such a frank and unambiguous anal fug was betraying his sexual indiscretions so explicitly. He was such a courteous young man, and yet here he was filling half the house he was a guest in with the crude evidence that his backside was being remorselessly stoked by his friend’s large erection.



Unlike Jake, who was clearly out to engage my attention and would regard whatever smells they were producing as an additional means in achieving that, Marcus would probably be unaware of how pervasive such indelicate odours can be. The poor lad would no doubt blush a deep crimson if he realised that the particular variant of sex he thought he was so discreetly enjoying was being so unequivocally publicised to all in the vicinity by its cloyingly pungent trademark.



And, yet, here I was standing in my bedroom door sniffing eagerly at it with my prick at half-mast while I craned my neck to hear more clearly what they were doing.



For shame, Mr Furlong, for shame!



I reminded myself that Jake had been in my position countless times over the past year or so: listening to my sexual exploits while in the adjoining room and probably having a few appreciative sniffs of his own once the open door policy had been introduced.



Just last week, after he’d returned home from university, I’d had my friend Bradley over for an evening of football and pizza and Jake had had to listen to us ending the night in similar high spirits to those he was expressing right now with Marcus.



On that occasion, while my cock was driving in and out of Bradley’s enticingly hairy arse as he bent on my bed on all fours to receive me, I had become aware of a figure moving around in the darkened doorway of my bedroom.



“I know you’re there, Jake,” I’d called out, maintaining my pounding rhythm on my young friend’s rump regardless of my son’s sneaky voyeurism.



At first he’d tried to shrink back into the shadows, as if he hadn’t just been watching his father anally pleasuring another man, but I’d called out again, “Come on, there’s no use pretending, Jake.”



Then he’d appeared in the door of my bedroom, grinning at us and appearing cheerfully unconcerned that the loose grey shorts he was wearing for bed were being prominently lifted upwards by the thickened rod of his flagrant hard-on.



“I was just… er… heading downstairs for a drink,” he lied, as I noticed a wet patch on the material of his shorts up near the pocket; a large dark circle at the tip of his hugely excited organ. It was obvious that he’d been rubbing himself as he’d watched us having sex: his precum must have been seeping from his erection as he’d massaged the swollen shaft of it through his shorts.



I was damned if I was going to let my son’s unwelcome appearance spoil the enjoyment I was having with Bradley. Still holding onto his hips and without missing a beat as my crotch slapped back and forth against his arse, I said, “Of course you were, Jake,” who grinned back at us broadly.



I kept up my exertions, wondering what my son would do next, and he just kept smirking at the two of us, the patch of wetness on his shorts growing steadily larger. He seemed especially interested in seeing Bradley as he bent forwards to be fucked, and my friend chuckled back at him with obvious amusement at having an unexpected audience. Jake even peered forwards so he could better see the size of Bradley’s erection bobbing stiffly beneath his stomach as I maintained my constant rhythm in and out of his butt-cheeks.



“So, Jake, if there’s nothing else,” I said, feeling a touch self-conscious to have my son standing in front of me, gawping over as I buggered this younger man’s arse. “I’d appreciate a bit of privacy, please.”



He laughed to himself and licked his lips slowly: he was making it quite evident that he liked the look of Bradley’s large cock.



I wanted to get up and see him out of the room but I was determined that he wasn’t going to put me off: why should I stop what I was doing just because my son wanted to ogle us?



Eventually – after Jake and Bradley had grinned at each other a good deal more; Jake leering pointedly over at Bradley’s bobbing hard-on and Bradley making it abundantly clear that he liked the look of Jake’s inside his shorts – Jake said, “Can I offer either of you anything?”



“Offer us anything?” I asked with a pointed scowl.



“Yeah, to drink, I mean,” Jake clarified, grinning again at Bradley while he rubbed up and down the thickened shaft which was lifting the front of his shorts. The gesture was flamboyantly masturbatory and Bradley chuckled at its unmistakeable intent.

“I mean, I don’t want to interrupt you guys,” Jake went on with continued amusement, “but it seems, dad, while you’re doing what you’re doing, Bradley here might be getting a bit thirsty.”



Bradley laughed more loudly and thrust him bum more forcefully against the hammering of my cock, as if in excitement at what he was being offered.



Jake grabbed the front of his shorts and directed his cock forwards and outwards inside the material, making it abundantly clear – as if clarification was necessary – that he was rampantly excited and hoping to join in with us. The large helmet-shaped head of my son’s erection was thrust upwards against the grey material, looking surprisingly similar in size and shape to that of my own.



“I wouldn’t say no to having a slurp on something,” Bradley confessed, before adding, “that is, if your dad’s okay with it.”



Jake was already yanking his cock out through his fly before I cut in, curtly, “Your dad’s definitely not okay with it, Jake! Put it away!”



“Aw, come on dad!” Jake called out petulantly, holding the about half of what looked like a very large and impressive erection through the button fly of his shorts. His tone reminded me of when he was a little kid and was refused chocolate bars at the supermarket checkout. “He’s only going to have a suck, and it’s not like I’m disturbing what you’re doing!”



He directed the large, wet head of his cock towards Bradley’s face who licked his lips hungrily before turning to peer up at me over his shoulder. “What’s the harm?” he asked.



I finally stopped my rhythm in and out of his cheeks: Jake had won – he had managed to interrupt my enjoyment.



“It’ll just be a quick blowjob,” Bradley persisted, as Jake yanked another few inches of his erection out through his fly. It looked enormous – far bigger than I might have expected – though I knew from experience that Bradley would have little difficulty in taking it into his mouth.



“Not necessarily quick,” Jake cut in with a grin. “And not necessarily just a blowjob,” he added mischievously, turning slightly and yanking his shorts down at the back enough to let Bradley know that the hairy crack of his arse was also available for his tongue to work on.



That only served to make Bradley even more insistent.



“Oh, come on, Rob!” he said, apparently unfazed by the fact we were having this discussion with my cock lodged halfway up his bum. “What harm can there be in me having a quick lick of… er… one or two things? It’s not like you and him are going to do anything with each other!”



“That’s not the point,” I argued, feeling annoyed that Jake had put me in this position. “I don’t want to be having sex while watching you orally pleasure my son, thank you very much!”



“I’m in the room, guys,” Jake reminded us but I was in no mood for his frivolity.



“Put your dick away, Jake, and leave us to it!” I snapped, my voice making it clear this was not up for debate. “I’m not messing about – we don’t want drinks and we don’t want your cheap innuendos. Just go back to bed, please.”



Jake stuffed his erection back into his shorts, muttering to himself like we were back at the supermarket till.



“You always do this,” he complained, and stomped out of the room with an irritated snort. Having never been in the situation of being interrupted by him while I was in the middle of shafting another man’s butt, I wasn’t sure quite what he meant.



He clattered along the hallway and stormed back into his room. I expected his bedroom door to slam shut just like it had so many times in the past, but when it didn’t I realised he was hoping his fun wasn’t quite over yet.



“I’m sorry, mate,” I said to Bradley a few minutes later, as we lay back against the headboard of the bed with our cocks looking as floppy as if we’d climaxed. “I know you were up for it, but I just couldn’t – he’s my son!”



“I know that, Rob, but you’re always saying you’d like a threesome with me and my brother. Having Jake come in with us would be no different from that.”



He was right on one point – I did often suggest that we got together for a session with his brother Garth. The guy supposedly had a cock that was long and flexible enough to work it into his own arsehole. I was even more fascinated to see how the two brothers would express their affection towards one another and was hoping something could be arranged for the three of us relatively soon.



“With Jake it would seem different,” I said, struggling to think of why that was so. “I’ve brought him up from being a baby. When you two guys were joking around about you rimming him, you’ve got to remember that I used to wipe that bum when Jake was in nappies. It’d feel totally wrong for me to have him join in with our sex.”



Bradley nodded. “Okay, I guess I never really thought of that way. So I accept that a threesome is out of the question. But let’s say Jake and I were to get it together on our own. Would you object to that?”



“I don’t know,” I said, thinking the idea through. “I suppose not. As long as you were… you know… careful with him. He’s only nineteen.”



“He’s a big boy, mate,” Bradley laughed, “I think he can look after himself.”



“I’m not so sure about that,” I hit back. “He’s just a kid, really.”



It had taken us quite a while to get back into each other and resume our sex – ironically, given the supposed cause of the interruption, we’d needed a refill on our drinks to get things back on track – but once we were back into the rhythm, a secondary thumping sound from the open door along the hallway let us both know that our exertions were being enjoyed elsewhere.



Now that I was standing behind my bedroom door listening to other people’s noises of sex, largely in the position Jake had found himself in a week earlier, I found myself tempted, just as he had been, to take a walk along the corridor to observe first-hand the activity which was keeping me awake.



I eased myself out through the door, taking care not to allow the hinges to creak even though I was aware that Jake was probably expecting me to follow in his footsteps and appear in the shadows of his bedroom door.



What would I say if I was seen by the two of them? I couldn’t claim, as Jake had, to be en route to getting a drink from the kitchen – his bedroom was at the back of the house and in the opposite direction from the stairs. I couldn’t even say I’d been popping to the toilet as that was closer to my room than it was to Jake’s. I’d just have to use the trusted excuse of hearing noises and being worried that we had intruders at the rear. In some respects that was true.



I crept out into the hallway, the sounds that Jake and Marcus were making becoming clearer and louder. Jake’s bedside lamp was on and a wedge of its light spilled out onto the carpet in front of his room. This was going to be more interesting than I’d hoped: I’d assumed they would be having sex in darkness and that I would see only the indistinct outlines of their bodies writhing and contorting on the bed in the faint glow from Jake’s computer monitor. It seemed, though, I was in for a more explicit performance, as Jake’s bed was directly opposite the door of his room and I would be able to see what they were doing in near full illumination.



I edged cautiously along the corridor between our rooms, the rhythmic sounds from Jake’s bedroom becoming more distinct. The bed was creaking tortuously and the two of them were panting and gasping together.



I smiled at the sound of them. Many other men would have been mortified to have heard their son enjoying a moment of passion with one of his male friends, but I was by now feeling mostly flattered that Jake was – quite deliberately, I was sure – allowing me to witness such an intimate act. And the parts of me that weren’t feeling flattered were, I have to admit, becoming increasingly turned-on. My pyjama bottoms were by now tenting upwards quite obscenely with my gathering excitement.



As I slowly inched my way down the hallway, the smell of their sex grew progressively stronger. It was a wonderfully rich aroma – laced with sweat and testosterone, but buzzing with much heavier essences straight from the hole that was being so noisily plundered. It was even more intoxicating than the scent I enjoyed when I was with a man myself: the youthful vigour of these two fit lads was enriching the far stronger smell of their sex with its own acrid kick.



It reminded me of the times I’d sniffed the back of a man’s underpants after he had worn them for a whole day: earthy and pungent; bitter and effluvious. I assumed the back of Marcus’ underwear packed the same acerbic punch when he pulled them off each evening: how interesting it would be to borrow a couple of discarded pairs from his rucksack and find out what secrets such a well-mannered young man was concealing in the back of his trousers.



As I paused to appreciate the gathering anal musk in the air, Jake seemed to crank up the action of his hips against his friend’s buttocks and the noise from his room grew a good few decibels louder. He was desperate to be heard, of that I was sure, and he was making it as irrefutably clear as he could that the back bedroom of the house was playing host to some serious male-to-male bonding.



The smell from their activities grew, in turn, significantly stronger: whatever Jake was doing to his friend was releasing an especially piquant redolence for their solitary audience to enjoy. Perhaps his cock had started drilling even more deeply up into Marcus’ bowels; or perhaps the two of them were now dripping with sweat, adding a fresh dose of male pheromones to the already potent mix that was assailing my nostrils.



I inhaled deeply, savouring the deliciously carnal bite of the air in the hallway. Surely by now, even the naive dad I had imagined while I’d been lying in my bed would be able to identify the source of the odour that was wafting from his son’s room. I chuckled at the thought: what a surprise that might be for him!



I pressed on along the corridor, lowering each foot down onto the carpet as silently as I could, musing on how lucky Jake was to have found a like-minded friend as energetic as Marcus. He had a freshness about him, or so I’d thought while I’d watched him smiling politely at Guy’s bawdy humour during our meal earlier that evening, which had made me suspect he’d be as horny as a buck rabbit once you got him in the mood. And it seemed that my son was more than capable of doing just that.



I had to admit, though, that even though he was my son and I was all too aware of his many shortcomings, Jake was very attractive young lad too. He had an especially masculine face – quite angular and already with a tendency to show stubble if he didn’t shave daily – and his mother’s dark brown eyes which expressed very vividly the emotions he would otherwise prefer to conceal. His body was more lithe than his friend’s but I’d noticed on many occasions that he had a nice, firm backside which was pleasantly rounded and not entirely dissimilar from my own.



The two of them would make a stunning male couple, I speculated, as I edged along the corridor. Seeing them in flagrante was going to present a most enjoyable sight, and I homed in on the open doorway while adjusting the front of my pyjama bottoms to accommodate what must be the least wholesome aspect of my fatherly interest in my son.



Their noises continued, seeming to growing even faster and more forceful, as my toes first breached the shaft of light shining out of Jake’s bedroom. Was their homosexual coupling getting still livelier, or was I just hearing their activities more clearly as I neared the doorway?



I had a sudden misgiving about proceeding further and found myself hesitating at the threshold of the illuminated doorway. My son was right there in front of me, enjoying what should be a private sexual moment with his friend, and here I was about to spy on him doing it. Was this acceptable behaviour for a middle-aged father?



Before I had time to address my unease, the sounds from Jake’s room abruptly stopped. Fearing they’d heard me, I froze still outside of the doorway, hardly daring to breathe in case I revealed what I had been about to do. I wasn’t too bothered about Jake knowing I was there – he, after all, had done exactly the same thing to me on many, many occasions before I’d caught him last week – but I didn’t want Marcus, who was a guest in my house after all, getting the impression that I habitually sneaked around perving on what my son was getting up to in the middle of the night.



As I stood statue still in the corridor, the arch of my foot starting to cramp up from the tensed position I was holding myself in, I heard noises of the two of them repositioning themselves on the bed, mattress springs creaking as knees were pressed down into them, and then my son asked his friend in a low voice if he was okay.



“Yeah, you were just hurting a bit,” Marcus replied and I heard a rasping farting noise which I realised was coming from a tube of something wet being squirted.



As whatever it was – lube, I assume – was applied to various patches of male anatomy, I heard Marcus whisper, “Are you sure this is okay, Jake? My dad would have a fit if we did this at my place.”



“Don’t worry,” my son chuckled, “my dad is definitely no angel!”



I couldn’t help but smile to myself. He was right there.



“Has he heard you having sex before?” Marcus asked quietly.



“Not like this,” Jake admitted. “He saw me having a wank when we were sharing a room a few years ago, but he hasn’t heard me doing stuff with someone else.”



“Won’t he be freaked out?” Marcus persisted. In spite of the joke Marcus had made about me acting like Guy’s boyfriend, Jake hadn’t been lying when he’d told me that his friend didn’t know about the new-found diversity of my sexual interests.



I heard Jake laugh to himself. “Believe me, mate, he doesn’t blush very easily these days.”



I smiled again. Like father like son, I thought.



“But won’t he think you’re gay? My dad would keel over if he knew I was doing this.”



“My old man knows the score, mate,” Jake snorted impatiently. “Now come on, shove your arse back towards me and open your legs wider. I’m getting blue balls back here!”



“Oh, Jake, what a sensual lover you make,” I thought to myself. “You’re a modern-day Casanova.”



There was a wet slurp as my son reoccupied the hole he’d vacated, and then the creaking of the bed started up again and the headboard resumed its beating against the wall.



Feeling relieved that I was free to move again, the sounds of my progress being masked by the rhythmic cacophony that was ensuing from my son’s mattress and the two bodies on it, I allowed myself to relax and stretched my tensed-up foot against carpet beneath me. The joints inside it clicked and sounded unfeasibly loud.



I returned to the question that had occurred to me before their brief interruption: was it wrong of me to be observing my son and his young friend while they were enjoying what should be a private act together? Did the fact this was a homosexual rather than heterosexual coupling make it more or less wrong that I might be about to spy on them? On the one hand, I might take the view that what they were doing was the sexual equivalent of a pair of lads messing around together and therefore perfectly reasonable for me to glance in on with an almost amused detachment. On the other, it could be argued that the fact they were both young men made it even more inappropriate for me to watch them experiencing pleasure together: such a profound moment of intimacy was supposed to be conducted in secret and I had no place to be peering in on them like some old, salivating anorak-wearer.



Perhaps, I mused, if I were to see what they were actually doing, I would in a better position to formulate an option.



Yes, that was a very sensible approach to take.



I crept forwards along the last foot or so of the corridor until I was level with Jake’s door and, staying back in the shadows of the hallway as much as I could, peered around the open doorway, squinting to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the relative brightness of the bedside lamp.



As soon as I saw them, it felt indecently wrong for me to be spying on them. They were both naked – that might sound obvious, but for some reason I’d expected their sex to be so casual that they’d be doing it in their t-shirts with their underwear hitched down – and, in spite of the open door and my suspicion that Jake was deliberately putting on a show, it suddenly seemed like I really was not intended to be looking at this. Here was my son, upright on his knees, making love to another boy who was on all fours in front of him: how utterly contemptible must I be for peeping on the two of them like some squalid pervert?



I almost pulled away in disgust at myself, but there was something about Jake – something about his face – that made me hesitate. I stared at him for several seconds, wondering what was keeping me from shuffling back to bed, when I realised what it was that was out of place.



As he stared ahead of Marcus’ bent body, as he looked forwards at the posters of indie bands above the headboard of his bed, his expression didn’t fit with what he was doing. He wasn’t gasping in pleasure or grunting with enjoyment: he was broadly smirking and his eyes were full of mischief.



He knew his dad was watching him and he was delighting in the fact.



I had come to his doorway and taken up the position he had always intended for me.



He didn’t turn to face me, nor give any discernible sign of acknowledgement. But he knew full well I was there and was in no need of confirmation.



“Ah, this feels so good, mate,” my son called out as his friend grunted his agreement. He continued thrusting his hips back and forth as the long, thick shaft of his cock drove in and out of Marcus’ outstretched buttocks, all the time staring ahead of himself with that deliberate smirk on his devious face.



He wanted me to see him enjoying a late night butt-fuck with his mate from university: that much was abundantly clear.



And, for all I was feeling suckered into doing what had been expected of me, I had to admit they looked spectacular together: Marcus bending forward with his fair, curly hair flopping onto the pillow, giving himself so spiritedly to my son who was kneeling upright behind him.



My son’s friend looked magnificent naked: his body was beautifully sculpted and swathed with taut, naturally well-built muscles which bulged as he tensed and flexed against Jake’s relentless thrusts. This was a handsome, strapping lad bent over on all fours on Jake’s bed and, while my son was undeniably something of a looker himself, he should count himself very fortunate to have such an attractive friend who seemed so grateful to receive his attentions.



Such musings were interrupted by the realisation Jake wasn’t wearing a condom: he and his friend obviously trusted each other completely, the way Guy and I now did and the way I was trying to persuade Bradley we should.



“How’s my big cock feel screwing your arse, mate?” Jake asked, his voice slightly louder than it needed to be, suggesting the question had been posed primarily for my benefit.



Was this why he had wanted me to see him like this? To prove to me that he was a big boy now and more than capable of using adult language?



“Amazing,” Marcus gasped in a more muted whisper.



My son’s manhood did indeed look very large, hammering in and out from between his friend’s round bum-cheeks. It had all the girth of my own and, from what I could see each time he pulled back to withdraw it, matched very closely my length. Seeing it from the side, however, made it obvious that Jake’s cock had a much more conspicuous upward curve to it than mine did, a fact he exploited with the technique he was employing. His arching, sweeping motion used the full curvature of his shaft to repeatedly skewer the orifice in front of him, giving his plump cock-head a smooth, circular trajectory with every powerful thrust.

Since being fucked for the first time, I was obsessed with having my Uncle’s cock inside me as much as possible. I loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my tight ass. I loved the feeling of my ass being completely filled and stretched. I enjoyed the pure pleasure of him cumming deep into my ass as he thrust into me.



Everyday after school I would ride the bus to my Grandparent’s farm and rush next door to my Uncle’s house to do my homework. I would rush through my homework and then go into his bedroom to undress and put in a butt plug. I would wait to hear his truck coming down the driveway and would be completely naked when he came into the bedroom. Generally, I would undress him, suck on his nipples, kiss him, and end up with his cock in my mouth once he was naked.



The week after being fucked for the first time, I was at his house with a plug in my ass and watching one of his porn videos when I heard his truck in the driveway. I quickly took my shirt off and laid down in his bed. He came in the house and I could hear him walking down the hallway towards his bedroom. I was laying on my side with a nice hardon and a medium plug buried in my ass.



He came in the bedroom and smiled as he stood there and stared at me. He took off his shirt as he walked towards me. He reached out and grasped my cock and gently rubbed the head, he then grabbed my balls and gently kneaded them as I moaned. He then began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. He moved up next to my head and I opened my mouth as he guided his cock to my mouth. I slowly began to suck him, taking more of him into my mouth each time.



His hands began to roam over my body, pinching my nipples, rubbing the tip of my cock, spreading my precum over his fingers and then pulled the plug out of my ass. He slowly pushed one finger into my ass and began to finger fuck my eager ass. I kept sucking his hot cock as his finger pushed deeper into my ass.



I was so horny and eagerly sucked his cock harder as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. He applied some to his fingers and rubbed some more onto my ass. I spread my legs wider for him as he began to push two fingers into my ass. He began to thrust and twist his fingers into me and it felt so good.



When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled my mouth off his cock and flipped over to my hands and knees and I felt my Uncle climb up on the bed behind me. He spread my ass cheeks wide and pushed two fingers into me again. I moaned out loud and then felt the cold lube drip onto my ass. He spread it around and into my ass and then I felt his cock sliding up and down my ass. I felt his cock head against my ass as he slowly began to press it forward. Mmmm, he slowly pushed his way inside and I felt the sweet, but brief pain as he penetrated me. He stopped for a moment as my ass stretched around him, then he began to slowly inch his way deeper. He would press forward a little bit then stop and wait for a moment, then press forward again. Pretty soon I felt his balls against mine and I reached under me to grasp both our balls and kneaded them together.



I felt completely filled as he stayed fully inside me for a few moments. He then began to slowly pull out until just his cock head was inside before pushing all the way inside again. I loved the feeling of his hard shaft gliding in and out of me, filling me, fucking me! He continued to fuck me in slow, full thrusts as I pushed back onto him with each thrust. He reached around and began to stroke my vary hard cock with the same tempo he was fucking me with. His big hand would stroke down on my cock as he pushed in and he stroked up as he pulled out. In only a few strokes I began to cum hard all over his hand and bed. He stroked me as I came and rubbed his hand over my cock head and covered his fingers in my cum. He reached up to my mouth and I eagerly sucked my cum from his fingers.



When I finished cleaning his fingers, he used both hands to grasp my shoulders and began to fuck my tight ass harder and faster. I was in heaven feeling his meaty shaft drive home with each thrust. He began to thrust sharply inside me and all the way down to his balls. Fucking me hard and deep as I felt him begin to breathe harder. I pushed back with each thrust and he was literally pulling me down on his cock with every thrust. It seemed to on forever it felt so good!



Suddenly, he pounded into my ass with three or four great thrusts, driving his cock as deep into my ass as he could. I knew he was about to cum and as he drove into me and tensed up, I clamped down on his cock with my ass and felt his cock begin to spurt his hot cum deep into my bowels. He ground into my ass with each spurt and I just ground back into him wanting every drop of his cum inside me.



We collapsed on the bed and rolled to our sides with his cock still inside me. I turned my head to his and we kissed deeply as his cock began to deflate. All to soon his cock slipped from my ass and I remember wondering how soon I can make him hard again….

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