“Veronica” the inflatable doll
by kewtieboy
(First-time, MM, gay, anal, inflatable doll)
It’s funny how an inflatable woman can be the only tool needed to help me seduce a straight roommate at college.
While at university, I shared a flat with three other guys. The oldest of these was the son of a wealthy Middle Eastern businessman. His name was Safwan which he told me meant “rock, solid.” It was a constant joke as he usually was both of those things. Being told to stay pure by his family, and being surrounded by three horny students who were always on the pull, made his life with us frustrating to say the least.
No one knew I was gay. I went along with the “dating” and taking girls out but just stopped short of the act of fucking. Everyone thought I was doing what they were doing, but I was the youngest of the group. Safwan was almost 19, I was a little short of my 18th birthday and the other two, Leo and Jon, were both just over the age of 18. Safwan wanted to know every intricate detail of our conquests and I’m sure he dived back to his room to wank off while thinking of them.
The subterfuge of being gay and acting straight is that my three good looking friends didn’t hide their attributes from me. Frequently I was feigning sleep on the sofa while Leo or Jon was fucking some girl in front of me. I could lie there and watch Leo’s thick, short cock pumping into some semi-drunk student or Jon’s long uncut monster being sucked and him pumping cum all over another one’s face. In the semi-dark, I would gently stroke my hard cock while watching through slightly open eyelids while the action took place.
Safwan tried hard not to drink as it was against his religion but, as he said, his father was a hypocrite as he would drink while on business trips abroad and he was also sure he was doing even more! Still though the guilt of drinking could be overcome with the smell of whisky, he couldn’t be tempted to fuck around as his conscience wouldn’t let him. I often wondered, like some other Arab guys, if fucking men was included in the “no” list. He would sometimes look at me strangely and I wondered his he could be tempted to stick if long circumcised cock in my willing hole!
One night when he had been having a few drinks, and I had had considerably more, I told him that I sometimes watched Leo and Jon fucking girls while pretending to be asleep. I suggested that he might get a kick out of it but he categorically said he couldn’t do that to friends. Of course he followed that repost by asking me the intricate details of what they had done and to whom. His hard cock was visible under his shorts while I told him every salacious detail right down to how much the guys came. Of course my drink fuddled mind wanted to see if he was interested in accepting my arse as a female substitute. It came to nothing and when he went to bed, I listened to him beating off while I stood at his door doing the same.
Safwan was a slim, dark skinned and short haired lad with beautifully white teeth and perfectly smooth skin. He had few hairs other than his pubic region and a few on his chest. He was muscular without looking as though he worked out. His frame compared to my 5 feet 9 inches and skinny little waist, was quite large. I had what would be classed as a “cute” body with a pert little arse, pale skin and though my hair was medium to dark, I had some shoulder and nose freckles. Thankfully I had been blessed with a cock which was slightly too large for my frame and it stood uncut and proudly well over 7 inches long with a surprising thickness. Safwan’s I had witnessed only once in an erect state and that was when I walked into his room without knocking. Thankfully he didn’t initially see me as he reached his climax on the bed so I had a few seconds to take in the scene. He was around 6.5 inches long but it was thick and looked like one of those chunky tent pegs you used to tie the guy ropes. It was narrower at the top and thick at the bottom and the cum that shot out of it as he reached climax and noticed me at the same time, was more than sufficient to please any avid cum sucker like me.
Anyway I didn’t like to make the same mistake again so I looked through the keyhole and could just make him out lying naked on the bed. I had, some weeks ago, when the decorators had been sprucing up the flat at the landlord’s insistence, removed the escutcheons which covered the keyhole (blaming the tradesmen) and this meant that when the opportunity arose I could look through into my flatmate’s bedrooms as long as only one was in with me at the time; like now!
His frustration was building and a few weeks before my 18th birthday, Safwan arrived home with a large box and went quickly to his room.
“Been shopping?” I asked jauntily.
“Been solving my sexual dilemma,” he answered.
Now I was curious as he opened the package and showed me the box!
“Lifelike, life size, soft touch, blow up female doll,” it said.
“Wow, that must have cost a fortune,” I said.
“My dad won’t even notice it on my expenses,” he said. “The shop kindly made out a manual receipt for stationery. This is the best they do,” he said as he took it out of the box and then, as you would expect with the deluxe model, he removed a little inflator and started to connect it.
I have to say she was lifelike. At one stage he laid her face forward over a chair and her backside was facing me. I would have sworn blind it was a real naked woman. The plastic was warm and soft to the touch and the “orifices” had a soft touch to them. Even her nipples were of a different material to her tits.
“I’ll tell you Tom, this is going to be better that wanking,” he said honestly.
I have to say that my head was about to suggest another option but I bit my tongue.
“I’ll leave you to break her in,” I said and I left the room quietly.
I went back and looked through the keyhole. I could see the doll lying on the bed, legs open and could just catch Safwan’s clothes flashing across my view before a brief glimpse of his cock. Then all I could see was his dark skinned arse as he lay between the legs and started his fucking. Of course there was no need for a warm up or for any preliminaries as she was a doll after all. I wanked and watched, timing my orgasm just after he came. I saw his dwindling cock dripping cum as he pulled it out and then I dashed to my room before I could be caught.
I had to tell Leo and Jon when they came home.
“You’re fucking joking?” said Jon.
“No I’m not and I’ll tell you it’s a bloody good looking doll too,” I said.
“Gotta see this,” said the guys in unison knocking on Safwan’s door.
They entered and he was studying by the window,
“Let’s see the girlfriend then,” said the boys as I looked over their shoulder.
Safwan blew her up for them and they stroked her and felt her. Jon’s fingers wandered into her vagina and came out with some water on them.
“You’ve been using it already,” he said lifting his finger to his nose. “Bloody pervert!” Of course his indignation was somewhat diluted when he followed with, “What was it like?”
We all burst out laughing and Safwan said we could have a go sometime.
We decided to christen her “Veronica” as that name seemed the least suitable for her.
When my 18th birthday came, all four of us went out on the town to a fabulous Halal restaurant in town. Of course, it was “bring your own bottle” but Safwan was too nervous in Muslim company to drink. Jon, Leo and I had no such fears and polished off two bottles of wine which we had brought and paid corkage. When we went on to a nearby pub, Safwan then started to drink his favourite single malt, Glenmorangie and polished off a few to catch up with us.
It was a merry crew who stumbled back to the flat in the wee, small hours and we continued to talk and have a few more drinks.
“Drink makes me horny,” said Leo.
“Everything makes you horny,” I said.
“Can I get a fuck at Veronica tonight?” he continued.
“No I want her,” said Jon.
“I think my needs are paramount,” said Shafwan in his rich voice.
Someone said, “Why don’t we all fuck her!” I realised it had been me. I had been thinking about the scenario and said it out loud in my inebriated state.
They all looked at me.
“In front of each other?” said Leo.
“I’m not scared,” said Safwan.
I realised this was interesting him a little too.
“Neither am I,” said I.
Leo and Tom, both well pissed, looked at each other.
“It’s the only way you’ll get her tonight,” said Safwan.
“Fuck it, you’re on,” said Leo. “Go get her.”
When Safwan was retrieving Veronica, I noticed the two guys were knocking back beer to give themselves Dutch courage. In the past they had done some heavy petting with girls in each other’s company and I knew that once they had both fucked girls in the same room but under cover of darkness. This was in the light and in front of two other guys.
Safwan came back in, stripped to his rather boring looking pale blue boxer shorts, his erection already evident. He started to inflate her and to ensure the guys didn’t chicken out. I stripped to my tight little athletic shorts. I wasn’t erect as I was a little nervous in case it didn’t happen, and also in case even fucking an artificial girl was something my body didn’t want to do. I just hoped that being in a nude and all male, all straight company would more than make up for it.
Both Leo and Jon took off their tops but kept their jeans on. However I could see erections on both of them which was a good sign.
When Veronica was ready, Safwan put her over the arm of the sofa and offered her to Leo.
“You first,” said Leo.
Safwan shrugged, took off his shorts and his stiff, thick cock sprung up into the air. The guys looked slightly uncomfortable. Safwan lubed her arse entrance and started to enter the doll. Within a few seconds he was fucking her as he poured out expletives. I watched his dark hairy arse bouncing up and down and his black balls slapping against the doll. Leo and Jon slowly stripped to their briefs and started to stroke their cocks through the material.
Safawn withdrew and asked me to do her. I was already quite hard so slipped off my shorts and my cock bounced up.
“Fucking Hell, where have you been hiding that?” said Leo as my large cock came into view. “You put us all to shame.”
I smiled, proud that a gay guy could still interest straights at some level. I started to enter her, the thought of replacing Safwan’s cock making me really hard. The doll slightly slipped and Safwan came over to steady her bottom. He then shocked me by taking my cock and pushing it in. My cock went rigid in a second as I felt his strong hands grip it. He said nothing and went back to watch with the others.
The exhibitionist in me was really enjoyed doing this and when Leo and Jon finally stripped naked, except being typical straights, they left their black socks on, I was in my element, pulling my cock out and making sure they saw the full length plunging in again. All three were now stroking erections.
“Right Tom, me next,” said Leo.
As Leo went to stick his cock in, Jon went to her mouth and pushed his cock in there. The two of them were very horny and were talking to her as though she was real. Safwan looked at me, his cock in his hand, and winked with a wicked smile on his face.
“Jeesus I’m going to cum in her,” said Leo after only a few minutes of fucking.
His orgasmic howl would have wakened the neighbours if they hadn’t been on holiday. He humped each spurt of his orgasm into the vinyl female substitute and Jon grunted and seemed to do the same at her mouth.
“That was fucking ace,” said Leo as he pulled out, his cum trickling out behind his cock. “Who’s next?”
I assumed that might be it, since the arse and mouth were now coating in cum. Leo and Jon, grabbed their clothes as embarrassment now flooded over them and they headed towards their rooms saying, “We’ll leave you two to finish your fun.”
Safwan suggested I lie back on the floor which I did. He coated Veronica’s cunt with lube and pushed her face down on me before surprising me by entering her arse even with Leo’s cum in it. He lay on her as she lay on me and started to fuck. The thin material between our cocks did little to mask the pressure and strength of his erection rubbing against my cock.
“How does that feel Tom?” he asked.
“Absolutely amazing,” I said.
I was lying quite still and he was doing all the work of fucking and holding her in place.
“I’m going to cum,” I said to him.
“Good, so am I,” he said.
I actually heard the jets of his cum firing against the inner lining which pushed me over the edge and came in Veronica.
Afterwards we lay and laughed.
“That was fun, and at least no nagging afterwards,” he said.
I pulled my shorts back on and offered to clean the doll up but he refused. I wondered why. Mind you even though we had just technically had sex, there was a plastic female between us and I wasn’t sure that it counted, certainly not in Safwan’s head.
We joked about it for a few days afterwards and then we all went back to our routines. Safwan studied, I studied and did a few bars when I could, and Leo and Jon were out all the nights they could, on the pull.
It was around three weeks later. The two guys were going to an all night party over a Bank Holiday weekend and I had planned to do the gay bars when Safwan asked if he could come with me. I had to hurriedly change my bar plans to straight ones and off we went.
We both drank a fair bit, him slightly more than me as he was on short drinks. He seemed quite quiet until sometime quite late in the evening he suddenly said to me, “I suppose our little party the other night there is as close to real sex as I’m going to get until I marry.”
I said, “I can’t really comment Safwan, as I come from a different culture to you.”
“I know,” he said, “but some of my friends back home use each other to ease the tension.”
“Oh, I see,” said I, slightly embarrassed.
“I enjoyed the sexual excitement of doing something a little naughty,” he suddenly said, changing the subject.
“I’m sure you did and so did I.”
“Let’s go back and have some drinks at the flat,” he said, “without that horny pair going on and on at us.”
I agreed, not sure where this was leading and also not sure if he was trying to suggest what I thought he was. I decided to act the straight guy and see where it went.
Two drinks after our return, Safwan suddenly said, “Fancy another go at Veronica?”
My cock had been erect for over thirty minutes anyway as the conversation had been skirting around his frustrations for that time.
“OK, if I can manage with all this drink in me,” I said.
He inflated her and laid her on the floor, lubing her cunt. He asked me to go first. I stripped naked as he did the same behind me and then I lay on top of her and slowly pushing my cock into her. I started to fuck her. I felt Safwan behind me and he rubbed his hard cock against my buttocks.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
“Eh, no I don’t,” I said.
I tried to concentrate on my fucking but my mind was enjoying the warm cock being rubbed around my buttocks and occasionally pushing against my hole. I slowed my fucking and gently pushed my arse back up against the tip of his cock. He moaned.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I felt the cold lubricant against my bum. I felt his fingers slide in and out as he prepared me. All thought of Veronica was now gone and I pulled out to kneel on all fours. I realised there was no need for protection as this guy was a full virgin and I looked around at him as he lubricated his cock.
The cock head slowly stretched into me. He was going slowly, obviously savouring the moment of his first fuck. It slid effortlessly inside me. In my mind I wondered why I had taken so long this evening to bathe before going out. Was it a premonition?
He stretched his hand around and gripped my cock, stroking it as he rolled me on to my side to gain deeper access. Now he was increasing his strokes and his thick cock was pumping into me. He pushed and pulled, nibbling the back of my ear and kissing my shoulder blades as he fucked.
He suddenly stopped. “I don’t want to cum yet. Will you fuck me?”
Now this was something I had not anticipated.
“If you want,” I said. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve thought of nothing else for the last three weeks since I saw it,” he said nodding towards my cock.
I went to my pocket and took a condom. Out of respect for him I felt I should think 100% for his safety. I rolled it with some difficulty over my very stiff cock and we reversed roles. I lubed his arse, asking him to relax as I did so and after a few moments I lubed my cock.
I took it really easy with him. Many previous guys had struggled with my cock size and a virgin certainly would. It was hurting him, I could tell, but he wouldn’t let me withdraw. I pushed about half an inch in at a time, pulling back slightly then pushing back in. It took almost thirty minutes before I had almost my full length inside him and started the actual fucking. It was heavenly. His hole was really tight, gripping the full length of my cock as though it never wanted to give it back. As I fucked he moaned. Gradually the sounds of pain turned to lust and I was soon shagging him with some speed.
“I can’t hold on Safwan, I need to cum inside you.”
“Do it,” he replied.
By the time the words had left his mouth, I had!
I withdrew and lay back as he climbed on to his knees and blasted a hot load of cum over my chest. He may have admired my cock size but I had nothing but admiration for the volume of cum which splattered over my chest and face.
He apologised and helped clean me before lying beside me and surprising me by kissing me fully on the mouth. We lay there silently for around twenty minutes.
“Can I do this again?” he asked.
“You bet,” I said.
He smiled and said, “At least I haven’t broken my promise of not going with girls before I marry.”
It looked like this was going to be a fun year!
kewtieboy@hotmail.com
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Native Development Program
Native Development Program
by kewtieboy
(gay/bi/ir/anal/oral/orgy/sleep/nc)
Young husband and wife are working and living in the Amazon rain forest with one of the indigenous tribes mixing and enjoying their culture while helping their development. What they didn’t know was the local drink they shared with the tribesmen was stronger than it tasted but some of the local young men knew the effects and took advantage of the situation.
I had a great interest in the indigenous tribes of the Amazon rain forest. Though I was still in my late twenties, I was well respected. I had originally studied Civil Engineering but my hobby of studying the Amazon rainforest had quickly become my career. I learned Spanish and Portuguese and this had been invaluable when on the ground in the South American countries that surround the Amazon. Finding rare tribes were always interesting and a number had been found recently but, my interest was more in what happened after they were found. Their integration or non-integration with society I had always felt was their choice and not ours. I had met my wife, of two years, through my interest. She was a field nurse and a stunning blonde to boot. With both of us having blonde hair, we tended to stick out like a sore thumb in countries with predominantly dark skinned and black haired people.
My wife, Maria and myself (Scott), had been on a contract with Brazil’s National Institute for Amazon Research for some months when they asked if we would be interested in living with one of the semi-nomadic tribes for a short period of six months. The Bororo tribe, though having their own language, also used Portuguese so we would be able to communicate with them. The chief welcomed the idea once he knew that I had some knowledge of engineering and of my wife’s medical experience and I assumed he felt we would be able to give something back while we were there. We were to be offered a hut to ourselves, an honor, it seemed.
Thankfully we were not to be there during the wettest months so the trek by plane, helicopter and boat wasn’t too difficult. We were welcomed by the whole tribe who had settled down for a number of months on the shores of an Amazonian tributary. There were around 100 members of the group and the chief was a gnarled old man, whom I later found was only 55. He shook our hands and then hugged us each in turn. We attracted a lot of attention. Our white skin, freckles and height, made us both stand out within the tribe and many touched and handled us in a way that might have been offensive in any other society.
The hut, when we reached it, was basic but surprisingly comfortable. There was no actual door but there were two well presented beds and a small private area with two buckets which I assumed were toilet and washing facilities. Drinking was also provided which I later found was made from rain water filtered through some kind of porous rock then boiled and cooled. We had an extensive quantity of bottled water anyway but it was good to know that they had some hygiene knowledge. Washing was to be done in the eddying pools around the river’s edge.
The natives, themselves, were not overly dressed. In fact they were almost naked. Some men wore little wraps around their genitals but they hardly stopped exposure. The women did likewise but their breasts were exposed. Apart from some hair adornment, there was little in the way of body painting or the staining I had seen in other tribes. I was drawn to the nudity as some of the women were attractive though they had a tendency to plumpness around the abdomen which took any sexiness away. What really struck me were the men and boys. Most were medium build but lean and many were amazingly attractive without some of the rounded Indian-style features I was used to. Their genitals were surprisingly well endowed and even some of the younger tribe members displayed cocks which gave me a run for my money.
“Why is he looking at cocks?” I hear you ask.
Well firstly, the women were not very attractive and in the men, the cocks were extremely well presented. Secondly, I had had some male to male contact in my younger days when male availability in the major UK cities was easier than it is in the Amazon rainforest. I had long decided that if I were to become a gay scientist in the jungle I was going to be pretty lonely. It was not that I didn’t find women attractive anyway and was frequently able to do some serious shagging when I wanted to or needed to so that meant I ended up married. I loved Maria and had confessed my past to her. She was surprisingly fascinated by it and, in fact, said if I ever did it again, she wanted to know all the details. I never had, but it was still another wonderful thing about her.
Maria set about attending to the sick and fevered and I attracted a group of healthy male specimens to help me in building a decent pier for their boats to access the river. These boys were mainly in their late teens and twenties but were a bit like children, always joking with each other in their local language and I noticed, on more than one occasion, an sported an erection or two and even saw some of the boys stroking each other briefly. This was quite erotic for me and Maria got the benefit as I became quite horny so she was getting more frequent than normal servings of sex. We tended to work all morning, wash, then relax (which meant having sex) in the afternoon, a little more work, another wash, and then a big communal meal in the centre of the camp at night. They washed the food down with a locally made alcoholic drink which initially almost made me throw up but became surprisingly addictive. Both Maria and I tumbled back to our hut on a number of evenings and remembered nothing until the morning. We had few hangovers too which was a blissful relief as, if the hangover matched the alcoholic state we would have had to either give up work or stop drinking.
Maria commented on the lack of disease in the camp. There was no venereal disease or AIDS, not even the curse of the jungle, hepatitis. Most of Maria’s patients had cuts and bruises or in the case of the women, post birthing problems. There was the odd snake bite, insect sting and some bronchial conditions but that was it.
My work continued unabated and I had a small group of healthy lads who hung around me almost all the time whether working or playing. Don’t even ask me to try to remember their names as they all sounded like someone trying to be sick, with names like “Urg” or “Yuk,” but one of the lads was a stunningly beautiful one with a strikingly dark skinned, almost jet black, body. His penis hung around four or five inches long and was, like all of the tribe, uncut. Erect, as I had seen it once, it was well over 8 inches and slim. He had dark pubic hair above his cock but none around his balls and his body was almost hairless apart from his head and armpits. His smile was disarming with striking creamy white teeth. He stayed in the company of a small group of lads who all were attractive in their own way.
One night in our second week, after a particularly boisterous tribal meal, I had the most erotic dream. A tribal leader came to me and said how pleased he was. He took me by the hand and led me to a clearing in the jungle. On a stone table in the middle was an attractive young man, face down and bent with his arse facing me. The leader told me to take his virginity and walked away. The young man was stunningly beautiful and he looked over his shoulder smiling as I approached. I stripped naked and wet the end of my cock with saliva. I gently edged it to his hole and was surprised to find it very moist and wet. My cock slid in and was immediately enveloped with warmth but no tightness at all. The warmth loosely covered me and I slid in and out. In my dream, I came with a vengeance into the young man before collapsing with exhaustion. He disappeared.
When I awoke in the morning, I found dried cum all over my pubic hair in copious quantities. It had been a long time since I had had a wet dream and I was surprised at the amount of cum I had produced without even touching myself.
Similar dreams happened from time to time. Some were amazingly erotic but most involved the young men from the tribe. Sometimes they would smother me and kiss me, sometimes I would suck their cocks, sometimes I would fuck their inviting arses but every time I had one, I would waken with the encrusted cum around my cock and on the sheet under me. Maria and I had separate beds so our afternoon sex sessions were usually in her bed which gave mine time to dry fully.
One morning after a dream which did not end in me cumming, I awoke around 5.00 am, extremely horny. I crawled over to Maria’s bed and cuddled her. Thankfully she automatically responded and I wondered if she would allow me a bonus fuck. However, she still seemed to be in a drink induced slumber so I decided to perhaps just finger her and wank myself off. I slid myself down the bed to lick a little around her cunt and picked up the definite aroma of semen. In the dark, I inserted my finger into her cunt and found it sloppy wet. The sheets were also wet and the smell was cum, and lots of it. My heart was racing and my cock was solid. I had no idea why I wasn’t annoyed or disgusted. I was horny as fuck. I climbed on top of her, to no resistance and inserted my cock easily into her. I started to fuck her and it took me less than three minutes to explode into her cunt. Thank goodness she was on the pill.
I crawled back to bed and promptly had the remaining hour’s sleep. When I awoke, I figured I must have fucked Maria the night before in my drunken state and that the semen issue had been a dream. The moonshine we were drinking had amazing amnesiac side effects. When Maria awoke she was immediately aware of her wetness.
She smelled the wet with her finger, looked at me and said “pervert,” with a smile on her face.
Something similar happened two or three times over the next few weeks both me having an erotic wet dream , or Maria wakening and finding herself wet and blaming me for being a “horny little runt!”
She wasn’t far wrong though. I had never been so randy and I had to assume it was the mixture of nudity, my resurrected gay feelings and perhaps the local drink all adding to it.
On the full moon, we had a great celebration in the village with lots of fish, some root vegetables and, of course, the local brew. The following day had been declared a late day by the chief so everyone had some fun with dancing women and local lads acting silly. We crawled to bed in the early hours with our heads buzzing.
Another dream started almost as soon as I fell asleep. This time, I was on the stone table, lying on my back. I was hard and my cock was sticking up in the air. The boys I worked with were in a queue and all naked and hard. One by one the climbed on to the table and sat on my cock. Their arses were really tight and it took some time to get inside each lad but the overwhelming feeling was wonderful. They would sit astride me and ride up and down. I felt my own foreskin stretch back and forth. Just as I was going to cum, the boy would climb off and the next would take his place patiently.
I woke with a start and, in the bright moonlight I could see the face of the prettiest of the boys facing me, naked, his bottom pressed down on my cock. I did nothing, assuming I was still dreaming but then realized I was not. He really was sitting on my cock, his head back, his eyes closed and his erect cock bouncing as he impaled himself on my cock. I didn’t know whether to acknowledge I was awake or let it unfold. I decided on the latter and partially closed my eyes to see what else was going to happen to me. I was still very dazed from the drink but the adrenalin rush from this discovery was keeping my faculties alert. I could hear other movement and realized there were three other boys beside me. One leaned over and kissed my face, his tongue tracing over my clean shaven skin. He took my hand and made it grip his turgid cock and he fucked it in and out of my fist. I felt warmth and realized he had cum while doing this, the thin jets of teen cum firing up my arm and running back to floor.
My beautiful friend, sitting stride me took his own cock in his hand without missing a beat and stroked his black organ until it too fired up the length of my body, landing on my chest and face, the remains dribbling on to my pubic hair. It took all my willpower not to flinch when the liquid hit me. As my friend climbed off, two other lads from the group came forward and one placed his cock on my lips while the other lowered himself on to my cock to replace the lad who had just cum.
It was obvious to me that the special drink the villagers took had a similar effect to a date rape drug, but for some reason tonight, I had eaten a lot more and drunk a lot less and though they thought they could do what they wanted to me, I was awake and able to enjoy it. The boys were obsessed by my hair. The one rubbing his cock on my lips was also caressing my hair. I could feel his hardness and knew to brace myself for another cum bath. His cum jetted over me though the remaining few squirts dribbled on my lips and I opened my mouth slightly to allow it to trickle into my mouth. I suddenly came in the last lad’s arse. I couldn’t stop it and hoped it didn’t give the game away. I assume I had cum quite violently as he yelped as my hot spunk shot inside him. He wanked fervently as he explained, I assumed, what had just happened and then he fired his load over me to mix with that of his friends.
The real surprise was that, when they had finished, they just left. There was no attempt to clear up the mess of cum that covered me. I assumed that they were so sure I would think I had done it myself that they didn’t have to bother; either that or, after cumming fear made them get out as soon as possible.
I lay awake for some time after mopping myself up, pondering what to make of the events. Should I tell Maria, or should I confront the young natives and tell them this just wasn’t on? I could, of course tell the Elders of the village. The problem was I had an erection that wouldn’t go down. I decided that I should, perhaps wait and see. I figured these guys knew the “high days and holidays” when drinking was higher than normal in the village. They also knew the effect the local spirit had on newcomers and had used this to their advantage, driven by the excitement for white skin.
Next day, all was normal. There was no giggling amongst them while we worked on the jetty and they politely spoke in their limited Portuguese while within earshot of me so I knew they weren’t discussing the previous evening. The next “celebration excuse” was another “moon celebration” of some sort, coming up in four days time. Maria and I had taken to burning a small lamp in the hut overnight because, even with the light of the moon, the jungle was a densely dark place, plus, if it did happen again, I wanted a clearer look at their bodies.
When the night arrived, I was a little disappointed that I could not fully join in the celebrations as I wanted to be conscious for what might happen to me later. I kept the stone mug I drank from topped up with water pretending it was the dreaded “date rape” drink which had allowed this to happen. I didn’t limit Maria’s drinking as I wanted her to be in a deep sleep while I was “being seduced.” By the time midnight came Maria was past her best and I did a pretty good imitation of being in a similar state. We stumbled back to our hut and I helped her strip for bed.
Maria washed herself in the basin as best she could and made a passing attempt at being fruity before passing out. I covered her lightly and ensured the mosquito net covered her bed. She was wearing only a light cotton top as it was going to be too difficult to pull on any pants for her lower half. She looked so serene in the half light though her heavy breathing suggested she was well out of action within minutes. I washed and stripped naked, sliding under the covers with the flimsy net around creating a slightly surreal feel with the flickering lamp and the moonlight outside. If they were coming tonight they were taking their time.
Whispering voices seemed to be in my head and then I awoke with a start. It was them! They were very cautious, I assumed because of the lamp. It was the same four. They wore nothing but their little loincloths and, as they entered the hut, I could see they were all sporting erections which lifted the cloth at the front almost obscenely. They came over to my bed and pulled back the net. I waited with anticipation to be serviced again and I heard them talk in the local language before closing the net again. Disappointingly, they moved over to Maria and pulled her net back. Draping it back fully to expose the bed, they pulled Maria’s covers back and lifted her top leaving her almost totally naked in front of them. The tallest of the four boys, knelt on the bed and put his finger into her exposed cunt before bending forward and pushing his tongue into her.
My cock was hardening. This was almost as exciting as having it done to me! I wondered how far they would go so I moved slowly, still feigning unconsciousness, and turned so that I could stroke my cock while I watched. The smallest boy went to Maria’s head and placed his cock at her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and he put his five inch uncut cock gently into the opening while wanking himself. His remaining two pals, stooped either side and took one of Maria’s hands each, wrapping it around their hard members and helping move her wrists in a wanking fashion. The sight of these four black native Indians all naked and pouring over my wife like feasting vampires excited me no end.
The taller stood up and beckoned the smallest (youngest?) over. He pointed at Maria’s gaping vagina and spoke quietly. Obviously they were going to fuck her in size order. The lad lifted her legs in the air, not caring at all whether he handled her roughly and pushed his stiff dick into her without any preamble. They knew the drink’s capabilities obviously, and I wondered how much they had enjoyed the previous sessions before I had worked out what was happening. The youngest of the group was grunting now and hammering into Maria as only teenagers do, when his older friend pulled him off and called the second one over.
“Very democratic,” I thought.
He held his six inches in hand, a veritable rod of steel, and positioned himself entering Maria a little more cautiously before building up speed. The third guy was kissing her face while the others watched the spectacle.
I suddenly felt jealous.
I slowly pulled back my cover and quietly slipped out of the net from the other side, gently walking, stark naked with erection in hand, towards the small group who were intent in their actions. When my cock prodded into the backside of the eldest, his intake of breath stopped all the action and the boy who was fucking pulled out immediately. All started talking at once in their local language before realizing their pleading wouldn’t work unless they spoke Portuguese. The eldest apologized. He begged me not to tell anyone, least of all the elders. He told me that they were attracted to her beauty.
“So why did you do it to me just a few days ago?” I asked.
There was silence and they all hung their heads.
“Boys,” I said, and nodded down to the stiff erect cock in my hand. “Do I look angry?”
The white teeth slowly appeared as evil smiles appeared and if horns could have popped out of their heads, they would have.
“Why don’t you continue?”
The same boy’s erection rose swiftly and I held Maria’s legs as he entered her. I pointed to the oldest boy then my cock and he realized I wanted sucked. He was happy to oblige. The smaller lad swiftly moved around and stood behind me, his cock prodding at the lower part of my buttocks and his last remaining partner in crime took position beside Maria’s mouth; his hands wandering over hear plump breasts. I heard the groan as boy fucker number two emptied his balls directly into Maria’s cunt. If I had my way, this was going to be the first of five loads she would take.
The little one took up position and started his fucking while I had to stop the eldest before I came in his mouth. I knelt down and took his cock. It was a monster by any standards and I couldn’t take its length, even its width was a problem. The boy who had been at Maria’s mouth came over to me and bent, sticking his bum in my face as I struggled to suck the cock. I moved across to the sweet smelling anus and remembered that this was the one who had sat on me the earlier evening. He wanted fucked.
The younger one started to shoot into Maria and pulled a glistening, wet cock out to stand with the other spent lad, at the side of the hut. I pointed to Maria and the guy whose arse was in my face went to fuck next. As he went into her, I climbed to his back and rubbed saliva over my cock, pushing into him as he pushed into Maria. I used my fucking action to get him to fuck Maria and he seemed ecstatic. His friends gathered round to watch the ménage et trios. My actions quickly pushed him to the edge and he made a subdued grunt as his balls discharged into Maria’s love canal. With that he pulled out and I got the chance to see her really being fucked by the biggest lad.
He looked at me and smiled, pointing to his dick with a request to have it lubricated with saliva, and then he positioned himself ready to enter her. I am not sure if they have a word for “voyeurism” in the tribe but he caught on to my interest very quickly. He smiled, taking the back of my head and pushing it down close to where he was entering Maria. The squelch as his cock slid into her was audible in the quiet of the night. He then did something I had not seen anyone in the tribe doing while we had been there. He kissed me fully on the lips holding my head in place while he fucked her. He rode her slightly upright and back so that I and all his little fans could see his big cock as it slid into her cunt and withdrew smeared in white liquid.
I needed to cum badly and as I stroked my cock I looked up pleadingly. He smiled that evil smile again, closed his eyes and froze. I looked down and could see his cock pulse as it pumped his seed into Maria. Only then did his body relax. He stood back as I entered her. The copious fluid enveloped my cock giving a warm, slippery bath to my turgid organ and I started to fuck her. I leaned over her, pulled her upturned legs tightly to me and kissed her lips and her breasts in turn as I completed the flood of male semen filling her.
The guys looked at me and the taller one said, “Maybe she will let me do it when she is awake sometime?”
I said, “I hope so.”
When they left, I gently bathed Maria’s red and open cunt, removing as much cum as I could. Most of it poured out anyway. I felt very guilty and realized that it I could not let her be continually abused in this way. I hoped, however though that Maria could be persuaded, bearing in mind some of her comments on the local lads, to accommodate one or all of them while fully compos mentis some time soon.
Two more times I came that night, realizing that even if Maria refused, these young lads were more than willing to keep me contented over the remaining months of my stay.
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by kewtieboy
(gay/bi/ir/anal/oral/orgy/sleep/nc)
Young husband and wife are working and living in the Amazon rain forest with one of the indigenous tribes mixing and enjoying their culture while helping their development. What they didn’t know was the local drink they shared with the tribesmen was stronger than it tasted but some of the local young men knew the effects and took advantage of the situation.
I had a great interest in the indigenous tribes of the Amazon rain forest. Though I was still in my late twenties, I was well respected. I had originally studied Civil Engineering but my hobby of studying the Amazon rainforest had quickly become my career. I learned Spanish and Portuguese and this had been invaluable when on the ground in the South American countries that surround the Amazon. Finding rare tribes were always interesting and a number had been found recently but, my interest was more in what happened after they were found. Their integration or non-integration with society I had always felt was their choice and not ours. I had met my wife, of two years, through my interest. She was a field nurse and a stunning blonde to boot. With both of us having blonde hair, we tended to stick out like a sore thumb in countries with predominantly dark skinned and black haired people.
My wife, Maria and myself (Scott), had been on a contract with Brazil’s National Institute for Amazon Research for some months when they asked if we would be interested in living with one of the semi-nomadic tribes for a short period of six months. The Bororo tribe, though having their own language, also used Portuguese so we would be able to communicate with them. The chief welcomed the idea once he knew that I had some knowledge of engineering and of my wife’s medical experience and I assumed he felt we would be able to give something back while we were there. We were to be offered a hut to ourselves, an honor, it seemed.
Thankfully we were not to be there during the wettest months so the trek by plane, helicopter and boat wasn’t too difficult. We were welcomed by the whole tribe who had settled down for a number of months on the shores of an Amazonian tributary. There were around 100 members of the group and the chief was a gnarled old man, whom I later found was only 55. He shook our hands and then hugged us each in turn. We attracted a lot of attention. Our white skin, freckles and height, made us both stand out within the tribe and many touched and handled us in a way that might have been offensive in any other society.
The hut, when we reached it, was basic but surprisingly comfortable. There was no actual door but there were two well presented beds and a small private area with two buckets which I assumed were toilet and washing facilities. Drinking was also provided which I later found was made from rain water filtered through some kind of porous rock then boiled and cooled. We had an extensive quantity of bottled water anyway but it was good to know that they had some hygiene knowledge. Washing was to be done in the eddying pools around the river’s edge.
The natives, themselves, were not overly dressed. In fact they were almost naked. Some men wore little wraps around their genitals but they hardly stopped exposure. The women did likewise but their breasts were exposed. Apart from some hair adornment, there was little in the way of body painting or the staining I had seen in other tribes. I was drawn to the nudity as some of the women were attractive though they had a tendency to plumpness around the abdomen which took any sexiness away. What really struck me were the men and boys. Most were medium build but lean and many were amazingly attractive without some of the rounded Indian-style features I was used to. Their genitals were surprisingly well endowed and even some of the younger tribe members displayed cocks which gave me a run for my money.
“Why is he looking at cocks?” I hear you ask.
Well firstly, the women were not very attractive and in the men, the cocks were extremely well presented. Secondly, I had had some male to male contact in my younger days when male availability in the major UK cities was easier than it is in the Amazon rainforest. I had long decided that if I were to become a gay scientist in the jungle I was going to be pretty lonely. It was not that I didn’t find women attractive anyway and was frequently able to do some serious shagging when I wanted to or needed to so that meant I ended up married. I loved Maria and had confessed my past to her. She was surprisingly fascinated by it and, in fact, said if I ever did it again, she wanted to know all the details. I never had, but it was still another wonderful thing about her.
Maria set about attending to the sick and fevered and I attracted a group of healthy male specimens to help me in building a decent pier for their boats to access the river. These boys were mainly in their late teens and twenties but were a bit like children, always joking with each other in their local language and I noticed, on more than one occasion, an sported an erection or two and even saw some of the boys stroking each other briefly. This was quite erotic for me and Maria got the benefit as I became quite horny so she was getting more frequent than normal servings of sex. We tended to work all morning, wash, then relax (which meant having sex) in the afternoon, a little more work, another wash, and then a big communal meal in the centre of the camp at night. They washed the food down with a locally made alcoholic drink which initially almost made me throw up but became surprisingly addictive. Both Maria and I tumbled back to our hut on a number of evenings and remembered nothing until the morning. We had few hangovers too which was a blissful relief as, if the hangover matched the alcoholic state we would have had to either give up work or stop drinking.
Maria commented on the lack of disease in the camp. There was no venereal disease or AIDS, not even the curse of the jungle, hepatitis. Most of Maria’s patients had cuts and bruises or in the case of the women, post birthing problems. There was the odd snake bite, insect sting and some bronchial conditions but that was it.
My work continued unabated and I had a small group of healthy lads who hung around me almost all the time whether working or playing. Don’t even ask me to try to remember their names as they all sounded like someone trying to be sick, with names like “Urg” or “Yuk,” but one of the lads was a stunningly beautiful one with a strikingly dark skinned, almost jet black, body. His penis hung around four or five inches long and was, like all of the tribe, uncut. Erect, as I had seen it once, it was well over 8 inches and slim. He had dark pubic hair above his cock but none around his balls and his body was almost hairless apart from his head and armpits. His smile was disarming with striking creamy white teeth. He stayed in the company of a small group of lads who all were attractive in their own way.
One night in our second week, after a particularly boisterous tribal meal, I had the most erotic dream. A tribal leader came to me and said how pleased he was. He took me by the hand and led me to a clearing in the jungle. On a stone table in the middle was an attractive young man, face down and bent with his arse facing me. The leader told me to take his virginity and walked away. The young man was stunningly beautiful and he looked over his shoulder smiling as I approached. I stripped naked and wet the end of my cock with saliva. I gently edged it to his hole and was surprised to find it very moist and wet. My cock slid in and was immediately enveloped with warmth but no tightness at all. The warmth loosely covered me and I slid in and out. In my dream, I came with a vengeance into the young man before collapsing with exhaustion. He disappeared.
When I awoke in the morning, I found dried cum all over my pubic hair in copious quantities. It had been a long time since I had had a wet dream and I was surprised at the amount of cum I had produced without even touching myself.
Similar dreams happened from time to time. Some were amazingly erotic but most involved the young men from the tribe. Sometimes they would smother me and kiss me, sometimes I would suck their cocks, sometimes I would fuck their inviting arses but every time I had one, I would waken with the encrusted cum around my cock and on the sheet under me. Maria and I had separate beds so our afternoon sex sessions were usually in her bed which gave mine time to dry fully.
One morning after a dream which did not end in me cumming, I awoke around 5.00 am, extremely horny. I crawled over to Maria’s bed and cuddled her. Thankfully she automatically responded and I wondered if she would allow me a bonus fuck. However, she still seemed to be in a drink induced slumber so I decided to perhaps just finger her and wank myself off. I slid myself down the bed to lick a little around her cunt and picked up the definite aroma of semen. In the dark, I inserted my finger into her cunt and found it sloppy wet. The sheets were also wet and the smell was cum, and lots of it. My heart was racing and my cock was solid. I had no idea why I wasn’t annoyed or disgusted. I was horny as fuck. I climbed on top of her, to no resistance and inserted my cock easily into her. I started to fuck her and it took me less than three minutes to explode into her cunt. Thank goodness she was on the pill.
I crawled back to bed and promptly had the remaining hour’s sleep. When I awoke, I figured I must have fucked Maria the night before in my drunken state and that the semen issue had been a dream. The moonshine we were drinking had amazing amnesiac side effects. When Maria awoke she was immediately aware of her wetness.
She smelled the wet with her finger, looked at me and said “pervert,” with a smile on her face.
Something similar happened two or three times over the next few weeks both me having an erotic wet dream , or Maria wakening and finding herself wet and blaming me for being a “horny little runt!”
She wasn’t far wrong though. I had never been so randy and I had to assume it was the mixture of nudity, my resurrected gay feelings and perhaps the local drink all adding to it.
On the full moon, we had a great celebration in the village with lots of fish, some root vegetables and, of course, the local brew. The following day had been declared a late day by the chief so everyone had some fun with dancing women and local lads acting silly. We crawled to bed in the early hours with our heads buzzing.
Another dream started almost as soon as I fell asleep. This time, I was on the stone table, lying on my back. I was hard and my cock was sticking up in the air. The boys I worked with were in a queue and all naked and hard. One by one the climbed on to the table and sat on my cock. Their arses were really tight and it took some time to get inside each lad but the overwhelming feeling was wonderful. They would sit astride me and ride up and down. I felt my own foreskin stretch back and forth. Just as I was going to cum, the boy would climb off and the next would take his place patiently.
I woke with a start and, in the bright moonlight I could see the face of the prettiest of the boys facing me, naked, his bottom pressed down on my cock. I did nothing, assuming I was still dreaming but then realized I was not. He really was sitting on my cock, his head back, his eyes closed and his erect cock bouncing as he impaled himself on my cock. I didn’t know whether to acknowledge I was awake or let it unfold. I decided on the latter and partially closed my eyes to see what else was going to happen to me. I was still very dazed from the drink but the adrenalin rush from this discovery was keeping my faculties alert. I could hear other movement and realized there were three other boys beside me. One leaned over and kissed my face, his tongue tracing over my clean shaven skin. He took my hand and made it grip his turgid cock and he fucked it in and out of my fist. I felt warmth and realized he had cum while doing this, the thin jets of teen cum firing up my arm and running back to floor.
My beautiful friend, sitting stride me took his own cock in his hand without missing a beat and stroked his black organ until it too fired up the length of my body, landing on my chest and face, the remains dribbling on to my pubic hair. It took all my willpower not to flinch when the liquid hit me. As my friend climbed off, two other lads from the group came forward and one placed his cock on my lips while the other lowered himself on to my cock to replace the lad who had just cum.
It was obvious to me that the special drink the villagers took had a similar effect to a date rape drug, but for some reason tonight, I had eaten a lot more and drunk a lot less and though they thought they could do what they wanted to me, I was awake and able to enjoy it. The boys were obsessed by my hair. The one rubbing his cock on my lips was also caressing my hair. I could feel his hardness and knew to brace myself for another cum bath. His cum jetted over me though the remaining few squirts dribbled on my lips and I opened my mouth slightly to allow it to trickle into my mouth. I suddenly came in the last lad’s arse. I couldn’t stop it and hoped it didn’t give the game away. I assume I had cum quite violently as he yelped as my hot spunk shot inside him. He wanked fervently as he explained, I assumed, what had just happened and then he fired his load over me to mix with that of his friends.
The real surprise was that, when they had finished, they just left. There was no attempt to clear up the mess of cum that covered me. I assumed that they were so sure I would think I had done it myself that they didn’t have to bother; either that or, after cumming fear made them get out as soon as possible.
I lay awake for some time after mopping myself up, pondering what to make of the events. Should I tell Maria, or should I confront the young natives and tell them this just wasn’t on? I could, of course tell the Elders of the village. The problem was I had an erection that wouldn’t go down. I decided that I should, perhaps wait and see. I figured these guys knew the “high days and holidays” when drinking was higher than normal in the village. They also knew the effect the local spirit had on newcomers and had used this to their advantage, driven by the excitement for white skin.
Next day, all was normal. There was no giggling amongst them while we worked on the jetty and they politely spoke in their limited Portuguese while within earshot of me so I knew they weren’t discussing the previous evening. The next “celebration excuse” was another “moon celebration” of some sort, coming up in four days time. Maria and I had taken to burning a small lamp in the hut overnight because, even with the light of the moon, the jungle was a densely dark place, plus, if it did happen again, I wanted a clearer look at their bodies.
When the night arrived, I was a little disappointed that I could not fully join in the celebrations as I wanted to be conscious for what might happen to me later. I kept the stone mug I drank from topped up with water pretending it was the dreaded “date rape” drink which had allowed this to happen. I didn’t limit Maria’s drinking as I wanted her to be in a deep sleep while I was “being seduced.” By the time midnight came Maria was past her best and I did a pretty good imitation of being in a similar state. We stumbled back to our hut and I helped her strip for bed.
Maria washed herself in the basin as best she could and made a passing attempt at being fruity before passing out. I covered her lightly and ensured the mosquito net covered her bed. She was wearing only a light cotton top as it was going to be too difficult to pull on any pants for her lower half. She looked so serene in the half light though her heavy breathing suggested she was well out of action within minutes. I washed and stripped naked, sliding under the covers with the flimsy net around creating a slightly surreal feel with the flickering lamp and the moonlight outside. If they were coming tonight they were taking their time.
Whispering voices seemed to be in my head and then I awoke with a start. It was them! They were very cautious, I assumed because of the lamp. It was the same four. They wore nothing but their little loincloths and, as they entered the hut, I could see they were all sporting erections which lifted the cloth at the front almost obscenely. They came over to my bed and pulled back the net. I waited with anticipation to be serviced again and I heard them talk in the local language before closing the net again. Disappointingly, they moved over to Maria and pulled her net back. Draping it back fully to expose the bed, they pulled Maria’s covers back and lifted her top leaving her almost totally naked in front of them. The tallest of the four boys, knelt on the bed and put his finger into her exposed cunt before bending forward and pushing his tongue into her.
My cock was hardening. This was almost as exciting as having it done to me! I wondered how far they would go so I moved slowly, still feigning unconsciousness, and turned so that I could stroke my cock while I watched. The smallest boy went to Maria’s head and placed his cock at her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and he put his five inch uncut cock gently into the opening while wanking himself. His remaining two pals, stooped either side and took one of Maria’s hands each, wrapping it around their hard members and helping move her wrists in a wanking fashion. The sight of these four black native Indians all naked and pouring over my wife like feasting vampires excited me no end.
The taller stood up and beckoned the smallest (youngest?) over. He pointed at Maria’s gaping vagina and spoke quietly. Obviously they were going to fuck her in size order. The lad lifted her legs in the air, not caring at all whether he handled her roughly and pushed his stiff dick into her without any preamble. They knew the drink’s capabilities obviously, and I wondered how much they had enjoyed the previous sessions before I had worked out what was happening. The youngest of the group was grunting now and hammering into Maria as only teenagers do, when his older friend pulled him off and called the second one over.
“Very democratic,” I thought.
He held his six inches in hand, a veritable rod of steel, and positioned himself entering Maria a little more cautiously before building up speed. The third guy was kissing her face while the others watched the spectacle.
I suddenly felt jealous.
I slowly pulled back my cover and quietly slipped out of the net from the other side, gently walking, stark naked with erection in hand, towards the small group who were intent in their actions. When my cock prodded into the backside of the eldest, his intake of breath stopped all the action and the boy who was fucking pulled out immediately. All started talking at once in their local language before realizing their pleading wouldn’t work unless they spoke Portuguese. The eldest apologized. He begged me not to tell anyone, least of all the elders. He told me that they were attracted to her beauty.
“So why did you do it to me just a few days ago?” I asked.
There was silence and they all hung their heads.
“Boys,” I said, and nodded down to the stiff erect cock in my hand. “Do I look angry?”
The white teeth slowly appeared as evil smiles appeared and if horns could have popped out of their heads, they would have.
“Why don’t you continue?”
The same boy’s erection rose swiftly and I held Maria’s legs as he entered her. I pointed to the oldest boy then my cock and he realized I wanted sucked. He was happy to oblige. The smaller lad swiftly moved around and stood behind me, his cock prodding at the lower part of my buttocks and his last remaining partner in crime took position beside Maria’s mouth; his hands wandering over hear plump breasts. I heard the groan as boy fucker number two emptied his balls directly into Maria’s cunt. If I had my way, this was going to be the first of five loads she would take.
The little one took up position and started his fucking while I had to stop the eldest before I came in his mouth. I knelt down and took his cock. It was a monster by any standards and I couldn’t take its length, even its width was a problem. The boy who had been at Maria’s mouth came over to me and bent, sticking his bum in my face as I struggled to suck the cock. I moved across to the sweet smelling anus and remembered that this was the one who had sat on me the earlier evening. He wanted fucked.
The younger one started to shoot into Maria and pulled a glistening, wet cock out to stand with the other spent lad, at the side of the hut. I pointed to Maria and the guy whose arse was in my face went to fuck next. As he went into her, I climbed to his back and rubbed saliva over my cock, pushing into him as he pushed into Maria. I used my fucking action to get him to fuck Maria and he seemed ecstatic. His friends gathered round to watch the ménage et trios. My actions quickly pushed him to the edge and he made a subdued grunt as his balls discharged into Maria’s love canal. With that he pulled out and I got the chance to see her really being fucked by the biggest lad.
He looked at me and smiled, pointing to his dick with a request to have it lubricated with saliva, and then he positioned himself ready to enter her. I am not sure if they have a word for “voyeurism” in the tribe but he caught on to my interest very quickly. He smiled, taking the back of my head and pushing it down close to where he was entering Maria. The squelch as his cock slid into her was audible in the quiet of the night. He then did something I had not seen anyone in the tribe doing while we had been there. He kissed me fully on the lips holding my head in place while he fucked her. He rode her slightly upright and back so that I and all his little fans could see his big cock as it slid into her cunt and withdrew smeared in white liquid.
I needed to cum badly and as I stroked my cock I looked up pleadingly. He smiled that evil smile again, closed his eyes and froze. I looked down and could see his cock pulse as it pumped his seed into Maria. Only then did his body relax. He stood back as I entered her. The copious fluid enveloped my cock giving a warm, slippery bath to my turgid organ and I started to fuck her. I leaned over her, pulled her upturned legs tightly to me and kissed her lips and her breasts in turn as I completed the flood of male semen filling her.
The guys looked at me and the taller one said, “Maybe she will let me do it when she is awake sometime?”
I said, “I hope so.”
When they left, I gently bathed Maria’s red and open cunt, removing as much cum as I could. Most of it poured out anyway. I felt very guilty and realized that it I could not let her be continually abused in this way. I hoped, however though that Maria could be persuaded, bearing in mind some of her comments on the local lads, to accommodate one or all of them while fully compos mentis some time soon.
Two more times I came that night, realizing that even if Maria refused, these young lads were more than willing to keep me contented over the remaining months of my stay.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Part 2 of Darkroom Discovery
The second part has been added to the first in the January 2009 postings
Bob the Builder
Bob the Builder
By kewtieboy
MMM/first time/oral/anal
Even the straightest of guys, given the right circumstances, can be tempted to try some gay sex when two camp college students offer their wares to the builder
I had better get my first little half-truth out of the way first. He wasn’t really called Bob but I felt calling him that made the title cuter. He was a Robert though but rather than Bob, everyone called him Robbie. Let me move on with more detail.
This story is about an enormous transformation in Robbie’s sex life. Robbie was 38 and was, indeed a builder, working for a small building concern in the Midlands of England. He was cuter looking than a builder would be expected to be in the sense that he groomed up well. He had a muscular body but not fat. He didn’t work out but his heavy work made sure his body stayed in trim. His hair was short and slightly receding in a sexy way at the front and some traces of grey hair were evident in his dark blonde head. He had footballer’s legs, thick calves, manly thighs and a butt that you felt sure would look good in a kilt if anyone could get him into one.
Robbie had a normal grammar school education but being educated wasn’t a strong point and the opportunity to get a job at 16 had him leave and take day release classes at the local technical college where his building skills were honed. Now he made a good living and had a good, if not extravagant lifestyle. His marriage to Lynn when he was still 23 meant they now had two children Louise and Darren aged 14 and 10 respectively. He was a good husband and looked after his kids well. He had his own interests and Lynn had hers, taking turn about at making sure the kids were looked after.
His love was watching football (soccer to our American readers) and he played some five a side football from time to time. He enjoyed time on the internet playing games and just generally chilling. Now as this is a sex story, I must add that Lynn and Robbie had long since moved into that married type of sex. They did it two or three times a month if the kids weren’t around. If they were out for a few drinks or a meal, the alcohol often induced a quick and frantic session and that was about it.
Robbie was happy with that and the odd dirty comment on a centrefold in some magazine one of his fellow workmates had brought into work or a link in an e-mail to a website with some raunchy pictures might bring Robbie to a little private hand job from time to time. In fact the number of hand jobs had been increasing and he found his interest in the private parts of magazine models increasing. One of the guys who was leaving to work in Dubai, left Robbie with a dozen or so magazines and a similar amount of DVDs on his departure, not wanting to be sussed as a pervert on arrival at a new post.
A visit by Lynn and both kids to her mother one Saturday gave his the opportunity to call off his joining her as he “had a match to play.” It was, of course, a complete lie, and he felt really guilty about doing it but he really wanted some time with his right hand and the DVDs he so eagerly wanted to watch.
They were great and in such detail. Most were the usual with the busty all American blonde being fucked in many positions by all American men. He had never really seen erect men in action before so was fascinated, watching in close up, these larger than normal cocks entering the all American blondes and then splattering cum all over their tits or faces, something Lynn would never, ever allow. These guys came like hosepipes and he found himself replaying the cum-shots over and over again. One movie even had a gang bang with a multiple cum-shot on some busty brunette with massive tits at the end. These guys seemed bigger than Robbie and came more than Robbie.
He nursed his aching seven inch cock through all the DVDs. Obviously he speeded through many but the last one caught his attention. In this one were two younger guys, probably in their early twenties, with a slimmer, less brassy girl. They lay in bed with her and kissed her, she sucked both their cocks and then one of the guys fucked her while she sucked the other. The situation was then reversed and Robbie found this highly erotic. He went through to the kitchen to get some kitchen towel to mop the impending mess, shuffling with his jeans at his ankles as he went but on his return he stopped dead in his track because on the screen, the younger lad was licking the girl out while the older guy had his cock fully imbedded in his arse fucking him like mad.
Holding his hard cock in his right hand and the kitchen towel in his left, Robbie’s cock spontaneously ejected cum in a manner he never thought he could. It arced across seven or eight feet and landed on the sofa, splattering some across the television screen.
“Fuck,” he said, quickly trying to mop the continuing ejection from his uncut cock.
Mopping up, or rather, sponging up, took some time and he felt very guilty as he hid all the DVDs again. He wondered about destroying them but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of something which had given him so much pleasure. When Lynn and the kids arrived back, he flushed ever so slightly with embarrassment when asked “how his day went,” especially bearing in mind that the young lady in the bisexual threesome was probably only four years older than his daughter.
Well, the guilt continued as did Robbie’s determination to keep his little hoard for his own personal use and, when time allowed, a trip to the darker areas of the Worldwide web to top things up.
Around three months later, he was working with a small team on an extension to a large detached villa in some five acres of ground owned by a wealthy businessman and his wife named Hartley-Jones. They had a daughter around the same age as his Louise though she was at a private school. The young girl was quite precocious and ever so slightly provocative, making saucy suggestions to both Robbie and the twenty year old apprentice working alongside him. They dismissed her and when they did, she commented that “her older brother would see to them when he returned home for summer from University. They thought nothing of her comment, only that it was the ramblings of a pubescent teen.
A couple of days later, when Robbie was working on his own, he heard a voice introduce itself from behind and he turned to see an unusual sight. Behind him was a slim young man just over six feet tall. His hair was slightly too long, draping over his eyes at one side. He kept sweeping it back with a flick. The colour was slightly odd too, with an unnatural purplish red highlight through part of it. His eyes were piercingly blue and his dress was almost transsexual. Whilst still dressed as a guy, the clothes would equally have looked fine on a woman.
“Rupert,” he said holding out his hand.
Robbie clumsily took it and was greeted with a limp handshake from him.
“Just back from Oxford for the summer holidays,” he continued, “and I see what Annabel was talking about,” referring to his precocious sister.
“Eh, I hope it was good,” said Robbie, struggling with a response.
“Oh trust me, it was,” he replied. “If I can do anything for you, just call me, absolutely anything.”
This was said with a suggestive voice that Robbie had never heard from anyone of the same sex and as Robbie walked off, he found himself looking at his bottom, encased in tight jeans. It was an extremely pert bottom, not the pear shaped bum of a woman, but rounded, firm and high. He mentally noted that he had never realised how different men’s and women’s bottoms were until that moment.
As he worked all afternoon, he kept visualising Rupert’s eyes and hearing his voice. At one moment, he actually merged the scene of the woman in his DVD being licked by Rupert while he fucked his pert bum. He felt his cock rise and quickly thought better of it, turning his mind to football and bricklaying in no particular order.
The following day when Steve, the young apprentice was there, Robbie felt sure he would get a break from Rupert’s attentions once he saw the younger guy, more his age. This didn’t happen and, if anything Rupert paid even more attention to Robbie, bringing cold drinks and helping to lift the odd item here and there. Strangely, when Steve was around, Rupert actually calmed his camp mannerism down and Steve even commented how well mannered he was, presumably putting his slightly odd attire down to him being a student.
When Robbie went to the toilet in the house for a pee, he was surprised once again to find his cock half hard. He did something he never thought he would do, and sat on the toilet, his jeans at his ankles and masturbated. His thoughts drifted again into a threesome with Rupert and the unknown girl except in this scene, Rupert sucked his cock and as he came he visualised it spurting down Rupert’s throat. Again a red-faced Robbie emerged to return to work with a guilty look all over his face.
At home, attempts to encourage Lynn to step up their sex life to involve some oral sex met with a blank. In his mind the sentence “if that’s the case then I assume a shag up the arse is out of the question too” appeared in his mind and made him smirk as Lynn would have had a heart attack if he had said that out loud.
The weekend passed and a problem at another job had meant the apprentice being dragged off again. Robbie arrived to what looked like an empty house at the Hartley-Jones’s. He had a key to the rear of the property where he was working and the absence of any cars suggested they might be away for the day so he got started. He had been there about an hour when he heard a door slam and Rupert walked past him in a small pair of pale blue Speedos, a towel over his shoulder, and headed for their small swimming pool. He passed the quick time of day before diving in, splashing about in the pool for a short time then lifting himself out and stretched his arms at the poolside.
Robbie looked up and saw a stunningly shaped male body, devoid of any real muscles but trim. A trace of pubic hair ran up to his navel and the Speedos suggested that he may have been effeminate but he was definitely not a female. Robbie saw him looking as he started drying and Robbie quickly looked down to restart work. A shadow across him a few moments later, made him look up to find Rupert standing over him, his hair plastered against his face and drips of water plopping down beside him.
“They’re away for a couple of days to Calais,” he said. “Dad’s topping up on his champagne stocks at the hypermarkets across the Channel. So it’s just me and you so let me know if I can get you anything, anything at all.”
Robbie looked up to answer, finding his face looking straight at Rupert’s generous bulge, struggling to stay contained in his swimming trunks.
He turned and walked back to the pool and, with his back to Robbie, slid his trunks down and off and finished drying before lying face down on the sun bed, his open legs facing in Robbie’s direction and the edge of his testicles just visible. Robbie was hot. His cock was rising and he didn’t know why. He didn’t fancy men, yet he had been wanking at the thought of one fucking another. He didn’t fancy men and yet he was looking at one right now and he had an erection. He wondered if he was just flattered at the attention. Certainly, since he had been married no female had ever chatted him up and certainly no male had. Perhaps he just looked too married.
He looked across and thought, “This lad is just four years older than my daughter and I’m thinking about him sexually.”
The thought of his kids always had the desired non-sexual effect on him and his dick returned to normal.
Rupert was slightly camp, and obviously gay and Robbie just assumed that he was like this with every guy, a bit of a show-off and exhibitionist. As Robbie worked he thought all this out. After all the television programmes were full of camp guys hosting chat shows, telling jokes and suchlike and they were all a bit like Rupert.
“That’s what this is; he’s just showing off to the straight builder so I won’t rise to his bait.”
Robbie continued to work and Rupert continued to sunbathe. He covered himself up when he popped over to offer a Robbie a beer just before lunchtime. Robbie accepted and had just popped the can when another guy walked up the side of the house and called to Rupert. This guy was obviously gay too. He was slim, like Rupert and fair haired.
“Hi Jonathan,” called Rupert.
“Hi Rupie, I got your call and just fancied an afternoon by the pool. Got a beer?”
Robbie felt a slight twinge of jealousy. He had quite enjoyed being flirted with, even by a guy. It had been so long since someone had made obvious overtures to get inside his pants.
“This is Robbie,” said Rupert, “he’s doing work for the parents.”
“Hello,” said Jonathan, dragging out the word so it sounded more like “Haaalo” to Robbie.
Jonathan’s eyebrows raised and his hand was held out to be taken firmly by Robbie.
“My, you’re strong,” he said to Robbie.
Robbie mumbled something in an embarrassed way and went back to his work as the guys walked over to the pool and started to chat like a couple of excited housewives. As Robbie worked, he kept glancing over and watched as Jonathan also stripped off to reveal a tiny thong. His buttocks were also firm and pale and he felt his cock rising again.
“What the fuck’s wrong with me?” He thought.
As he laid the bricks, he pondered on anatomy and realised the beauty of the male rear to the female. He had never really thought about it but women were larger, usually, then the bottom stretched down their legs in a pear shape. These two guys’ bottoms were upright and pert like two small melons. He wondered how men could take a cock in their arses. He had wanted to do it to Lynn assuming that if she could take him up the front, she could manage the back, but she wasn’t for it. Now he was looking at two bums that wanted cock in them and wondered whether that was something he could, or would ever try.
The guys stood and walked into the house with Rupert waving over saying,” We have a few things to do, we’ll see you later.”
It was said slightly suggestively and Robbie wondered if they were going inside to “do it.”
Around 20 minutes later, his curiosity was running wild and he decided to look in the house under the pretext of needing the toilet. He had to use the downstairs one and before he entered he listened at the foot of the stairs and heard talking. Just then, Jonathan walked across the upper hallway naked. Robbie couldn’t quite see anything and dived into the toilet quite noisily.
When he came out, Rupert was in the downstairs hall.
“If you would like a shower before you go, Robbie, you’re welcome to use the one in my room. It’s so hot and I thought you might like to freshen before you go. Both Jonathan and I have had to as we were roasted. You can use it now if you like.”
Someone said, “Id love that,” and Robbie realised he had said it without thinking.
He was about to add “later” when Rupert walked off and said, “I’ll show you where to go” as he climbed the stairs.
Robbie meekly followed, his heart pounding at the thought of being naked in the close proximity of two camp homosexuals on heat. Strangely he was also excited at the same time. He followed Rupert who was wearing his flimsy shorts and walked past Jonathan, leaning against the door to the room wearing his thong again. Robbie wanted to look “there” but couldn’t.
Rupert threw a fresh towel on the bed, pointed to his shower room and said, “I’ll leave you to it.
Robbie entered the shower room and as he started to pull off his t-shirt he closed the door, realising there was no lock. He stripped and ran the shower stepping in to enjoy the cool water as he soaped himself. His thoughts turned to the lads outside and he wondered if they were endowed. They were quite effeminate so he thought, they mustn’t be. They would probably get a shock if they saw his generously sized 7.5 inch cock! As he soaped, he realised his cock was rock hard.
“What the fuck is happening to me. Two little queens flutter their eyelids and here I am stiff as a rock. They’re young enough to almost be my kids.” His mind raced as the thoughts ran through it.
He found himself paying particular attention to cleaning his cock and even pushed his finger well into his hole, further than ever. He soaped it and really cleaned it. Why he was doing it, he didn’t know!
He rinsed and stepped out of the shower to finish drying. The door opened and Rupert stood with another towel. “Do you need this?” he asked, his eyes dropping to look at Robbie’s cock as he quickly tried to cover his dwindling erection.
“Oh thanks,” he said, the same hand reaching out and exposing his cock again.
Rupert looked down and said, “Nice,” before walking out.
Robbie finished drying and started to put his clothes back on again. For some reason, he donned his briefs and jeans but left his top off, leaving the bathroom whilst still feigning a drying action. Both guys were in the room and looked up as he came out of the bathroom.
“Bet you feel much fresher now?” said Robbie. “You certainly look it.”
“Yes thanks” said Robbie, embarrassment making him start to pull on his t-shirt.
“Wait, you’re still wet,” said Jonathan, taking the towel off him, turning him around and rubbing his back.
“There’s a bit at the front too,” said Rupert and walked forward with a small hand towel to rub Robbie’s pectorals.
“Are we embarrassing you?” said Rupert, his rubbing, unconsciously moving down to Robbie’s belly.
“Well this is a bit unusual for me,” said Robbie. “Usually it’s women I have to fight off.”
Jonathan was pressed against Robbie’s back and Robbie could feel what seemed like an erection against his jean-clad buttocks. He knew that Jonathan only had a thong on, so whatever was pressing against him, was probably now exposed. He felt soft lips against his back. He was shivering with apprehension and knew he should stop them but his cock had already started to rise. He knew this might be the only time in his life when something like this might happen to him and he was scared to stop it as well as being scared to go ahead.
Nothing more was said. Rupert leaned over and kissed Robbie on the cheek. Robbie was frozen as both boys took his inaction to be a sign of acceptance and they started to devour him. Jonathan’s hand reached around and started to unbuckle his belt while Rupert expertly helped slide the pants and briefs down to release a throbbing 7.5 inch uncut cock which “thwacked” against Robbie’s belly. He stepped out of his clothes until he was fully naked and exposed in front of these two lads.
Rupert pushed him back to the bed and he lay down as the boys swiftly stripped naked. Jonathan had around 6 inches of hard cut cock with a matching sized pair of balls nestling in a neat little patch of hair. Rupert, little camp Rupert really made him look twice when he released an uncut cock which surprised Robbie with both its length and girth. He wasn’t an expert on men’s cocks but it had to be at least 8 inches and thick. It was hard but its size made it droop slightly downwards.
“Like it” asked Rupert?
Robbie smiled as Rupert approached him and started to suck his cock. Robbie, who had been completely passive, laid back and closed his eyes. He was aware of Jonathan climbing on to the bed to continue licking his body and sucking his nipples. The experience of being seduced and being in a passive position both excited him and satisfied his guilt at what he was doing. After all, they were seducing him and he almost couldn’t stop them – almost!
Jonathan sat atop Robbie facing downwards, his balls resting on Robbie’s forehead and his cock suspended in full erection hovering above Robbie’s face. Rupert was sucking Robbie’s cock, sliding back the foreskin and giving him a blowjob like no other. As Jonathan’s cock stayed suspended in mid air, Jonathan pushed it downwards until his dripping tip was just above Robbie’s lips. Robbie kept his mouth tight shut. Jonathan then swung around until he was at Robbie’s side and again moved his cock to Robbie’s mouth, pushing it to his lips. Robbie’s licked his lips, tasting male precum for the first time and as he did so, Jonathan’s 6 inches were pushed into his mouth. Robbie gagged and as he closed his mouth again had no option but to start sucking. As he did, he felt himself begin the slow build up to cumming. He put his hand on Rupert’s head to stop the sucking. He wasn’t going to admit he was enjoying this but he felt there were more new experiences to come.
Rupert released Robbie’s cock and leaned over the bed to slip a condom on his cock, out of sight of Robbie whose view was partially blocked by the tall thin body of Jonathan. Rupert lubricated his hole well and then slid the condom over Robbie. Robbie tried and failed to see what was happening and only worked it out when Rupert sat astride him and lowered his arse over Robbie’s erect cock taking its full length in one plunge. Rupert started riding in frenzy. Jonathan took his cock out of Robbie’s mouth and started to kiss him. Robbie’s eyes shot open. He hadn’t thought of actually kissing a guy and now his mouth was forced open and this young guy’s tongue was halfway down his throat.
Jonathan was hot now. His friend was getting fucked and he needed some too. His kissing was almost violent, holding Robbie’s face in both hands while his tongue violated his mouth. Both boys were well gone and when Jonathan grabbed Rupert’s shoulders to tell him it was his turn, Rupert very reluctantly slid his arse off Robbie vertical cock. Jonathan quickly lubricated his arse and replaced Rupert. Robbie’s cock slid in just as easily. Both boys loved being fucked and they weren’t letting the chance of a gay virgin go without getting full measure. Rupert started to kiss Robbie now, more gently than Jonathan. Robbie’s cock was being milked quite frantically by Jonathan, whose head was thrown back and the bouncing was almost painful as he rose and fell on Robbie’s abdomen.
Again Robbie was set to cum and told Jonathan so again both boys stopped.
This time, Rupert threw Robbie’s legs in the air and his tongue slid down to invade Robbie’s arsehole. Jonathan took position once more over Robbie’s cock and started to suck as Rupert tongue fucked him. This was a very new experience and Robbie had never realised how sensitive his arse could be. He found himself again at the brink and had to stop Jonathan. Jonathan once more started to violently kiss Robbie while Rupert continued to lift Robbie’s legs to gain access. Robbie was lost in pleasure and did not identify the coolness on his hole with lubricant. He somehow thought that Rupert was blowing cold air on him as he licked.
The shock, therefore as the head of Rupert’s cock entered Robbie’s arse had him attempt to sit bolt upright and if it hadn’t been for Jonathan’s weight, he would have done. Robbie tried to squirm but the effect was to push his arse further against Rupert’s cock and actually forced it further into him much more quickly than Rupert had intended. Rupert stopped dead but held his cock in place and Jonathan held Robbie down, kissing him and asking him to be patient. Robbie calmed as the initial pain subsided and, as Rupert started to gently move again, the pain slowly became quite tolerable, then unusual and then actually quite pleasant.
The full penetration probably took around 10 minutes and once Rupert realised he was well inside, he rolled Robbie over to fuck him from the rear. Jonathan scooted around and started to fuck his friend in a sandwich and they all started moaning together.
Once more, Robbie felt a weird sensation inside and realised even though he wasn’t touching his cock, he was going to cum. He, once more asked them to stop and all cocks were withdrawn.
Condoms were removed and Rupert took Robbie’s cock in a 69 position and forced his own cock into a reluctant Robbie’s mouth. As Robbie’s arse was in the air, Jonathan seized the opportunity to fuck him, easily entering a hole which had been seduced by a bigger cock than his. Rupert actually came first and as he tried to pull his cock from Robbie’s mouth, he failed and blasted a jet of hot semen all over his lips and face, a good squirt going straight down Robbie’s throat. Almost simultaneously Robbie ejaculated over Rupert’s face and Jonathan, brought to a head by all the cumming emptied his balls inside Robbie’s arse.
The resultant silence suggested that guilt had returned very quickly and Robbie started to make excuses about leaving. Rupert suggested he shower again making a joke that explaining cum stains in his hair might me difficult for his wife to understand.
It took a lot of calming down to bring Robbie back to Earth. They promised they wouldn’t tell anyone, he made excuses that it was a mistake and he would probably never do it again that was until Robbie pointed out that not many gay virgins get fucked by two guys, fuck two guys, swallow a load of cum, take a load up their arse and then get a blow job all on their first time - and then say it was all a mistake!
That brought a smile to his face.
“Robbie, I’m here for another six weeks,” said Rupert, “and you are here for another four, at least. If you want to fuck me again, I would love it and if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
Robbie quickly pointed out he probably would never do something like this again.
He was lying!!
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By kewtieboy
MMM/first time/oral/anal
Even the straightest of guys, given the right circumstances, can be tempted to try some gay sex when two camp college students offer their wares to the builder
I had better get my first little half-truth out of the way first. He wasn’t really called Bob but I felt calling him that made the title cuter. He was a Robert though but rather than Bob, everyone called him Robbie. Let me move on with more detail.
This story is about an enormous transformation in Robbie’s sex life. Robbie was 38 and was, indeed a builder, working for a small building concern in the Midlands of England. He was cuter looking than a builder would be expected to be in the sense that he groomed up well. He had a muscular body but not fat. He didn’t work out but his heavy work made sure his body stayed in trim. His hair was short and slightly receding in a sexy way at the front and some traces of grey hair were evident in his dark blonde head. He had footballer’s legs, thick calves, manly thighs and a butt that you felt sure would look good in a kilt if anyone could get him into one.
Robbie had a normal grammar school education but being educated wasn’t a strong point and the opportunity to get a job at 16 had him leave and take day release classes at the local technical college where his building skills were honed. Now he made a good living and had a good, if not extravagant lifestyle. His marriage to Lynn when he was still 23 meant they now had two children Louise and Darren aged 14 and 10 respectively. He was a good husband and looked after his kids well. He had his own interests and Lynn had hers, taking turn about at making sure the kids were looked after.
His love was watching football (soccer to our American readers) and he played some five a side football from time to time. He enjoyed time on the internet playing games and just generally chilling. Now as this is a sex story, I must add that Lynn and Robbie had long since moved into that married type of sex. They did it two or three times a month if the kids weren’t around. If they were out for a few drinks or a meal, the alcohol often induced a quick and frantic session and that was about it.
Robbie was happy with that and the odd dirty comment on a centrefold in some magazine one of his fellow workmates had brought into work or a link in an e-mail to a website with some raunchy pictures might bring Robbie to a little private hand job from time to time. In fact the number of hand jobs had been increasing and he found his interest in the private parts of magazine models increasing. One of the guys who was leaving to work in Dubai, left Robbie with a dozen or so magazines and a similar amount of DVDs on his departure, not wanting to be sussed as a pervert on arrival at a new post.
A visit by Lynn and both kids to her mother one Saturday gave his the opportunity to call off his joining her as he “had a match to play.” It was, of course, a complete lie, and he felt really guilty about doing it but he really wanted some time with his right hand and the DVDs he so eagerly wanted to watch.
They were great and in such detail. Most were the usual with the busty all American blonde being fucked in many positions by all American men. He had never really seen erect men in action before so was fascinated, watching in close up, these larger than normal cocks entering the all American blondes and then splattering cum all over their tits or faces, something Lynn would never, ever allow. These guys came like hosepipes and he found himself replaying the cum-shots over and over again. One movie even had a gang bang with a multiple cum-shot on some busty brunette with massive tits at the end. These guys seemed bigger than Robbie and came more than Robbie.
He nursed his aching seven inch cock through all the DVDs. Obviously he speeded through many but the last one caught his attention. In this one were two younger guys, probably in their early twenties, with a slimmer, less brassy girl. They lay in bed with her and kissed her, she sucked both their cocks and then one of the guys fucked her while she sucked the other. The situation was then reversed and Robbie found this highly erotic. He went through to the kitchen to get some kitchen towel to mop the impending mess, shuffling with his jeans at his ankles as he went but on his return he stopped dead in his track because on the screen, the younger lad was licking the girl out while the older guy had his cock fully imbedded in his arse fucking him like mad.
Holding his hard cock in his right hand and the kitchen towel in his left, Robbie’s cock spontaneously ejected cum in a manner he never thought he could. It arced across seven or eight feet and landed on the sofa, splattering some across the television screen.
“Fuck,” he said, quickly trying to mop the continuing ejection from his uncut cock.
Mopping up, or rather, sponging up, took some time and he felt very guilty as he hid all the DVDs again. He wondered about destroying them but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of something which had given him so much pleasure. When Lynn and the kids arrived back, he flushed ever so slightly with embarrassment when asked “how his day went,” especially bearing in mind that the young lady in the bisexual threesome was probably only four years older than his daughter.
Well, the guilt continued as did Robbie’s determination to keep his little hoard for his own personal use and, when time allowed, a trip to the darker areas of the Worldwide web to top things up.
Around three months later, he was working with a small team on an extension to a large detached villa in some five acres of ground owned by a wealthy businessman and his wife named Hartley-Jones. They had a daughter around the same age as his Louise though she was at a private school. The young girl was quite precocious and ever so slightly provocative, making saucy suggestions to both Robbie and the twenty year old apprentice working alongside him. They dismissed her and when they did, she commented that “her older brother would see to them when he returned home for summer from University. They thought nothing of her comment, only that it was the ramblings of a pubescent teen.
A couple of days later, when Robbie was working on his own, he heard a voice introduce itself from behind and he turned to see an unusual sight. Behind him was a slim young man just over six feet tall. His hair was slightly too long, draping over his eyes at one side. He kept sweeping it back with a flick. The colour was slightly odd too, with an unnatural purplish red highlight through part of it. His eyes were piercingly blue and his dress was almost transsexual. Whilst still dressed as a guy, the clothes would equally have looked fine on a woman.
“Rupert,” he said holding out his hand.
Robbie clumsily took it and was greeted with a limp handshake from him.
“Just back from Oxford for the summer holidays,” he continued, “and I see what Annabel was talking about,” referring to his precocious sister.
“Eh, I hope it was good,” said Robbie, struggling with a response.
“Oh trust me, it was,” he replied. “If I can do anything for you, just call me, absolutely anything.”
This was said with a suggestive voice that Robbie had never heard from anyone of the same sex and as Robbie walked off, he found himself looking at his bottom, encased in tight jeans. It was an extremely pert bottom, not the pear shaped bum of a woman, but rounded, firm and high. He mentally noted that he had never realised how different men’s and women’s bottoms were until that moment.
As he worked all afternoon, he kept visualising Rupert’s eyes and hearing his voice. At one moment, he actually merged the scene of the woman in his DVD being licked by Rupert while he fucked his pert bum. He felt his cock rise and quickly thought better of it, turning his mind to football and bricklaying in no particular order.
The following day when Steve, the young apprentice was there, Robbie felt sure he would get a break from Rupert’s attentions once he saw the younger guy, more his age. This didn’t happen and, if anything Rupert paid even more attention to Robbie, bringing cold drinks and helping to lift the odd item here and there. Strangely, when Steve was around, Rupert actually calmed his camp mannerism down and Steve even commented how well mannered he was, presumably putting his slightly odd attire down to him being a student.
When Robbie went to the toilet in the house for a pee, he was surprised once again to find his cock half hard. He did something he never thought he would do, and sat on the toilet, his jeans at his ankles and masturbated. His thoughts drifted again into a threesome with Rupert and the unknown girl except in this scene, Rupert sucked his cock and as he came he visualised it spurting down Rupert’s throat. Again a red-faced Robbie emerged to return to work with a guilty look all over his face.
At home, attempts to encourage Lynn to step up their sex life to involve some oral sex met with a blank. In his mind the sentence “if that’s the case then I assume a shag up the arse is out of the question too” appeared in his mind and made him smirk as Lynn would have had a heart attack if he had said that out loud.
The weekend passed and a problem at another job had meant the apprentice being dragged off again. Robbie arrived to what looked like an empty house at the Hartley-Jones’s. He had a key to the rear of the property where he was working and the absence of any cars suggested they might be away for the day so he got started. He had been there about an hour when he heard a door slam and Rupert walked past him in a small pair of pale blue Speedos, a towel over his shoulder, and headed for their small swimming pool. He passed the quick time of day before diving in, splashing about in the pool for a short time then lifting himself out and stretched his arms at the poolside.
Robbie looked up and saw a stunningly shaped male body, devoid of any real muscles but trim. A trace of pubic hair ran up to his navel and the Speedos suggested that he may have been effeminate but he was definitely not a female. Robbie saw him looking as he started drying and Robbie quickly looked down to restart work. A shadow across him a few moments later, made him look up to find Rupert standing over him, his hair plastered against his face and drips of water plopping down beside him.
“They’re away for a couple of days to Calais,” he said. “Dad’s topping up on his champagne stocks at the hypermarkets across the Channel. So it’s just me and you so let me know if I can get you anything, anything at all.”
Robbie looked up to answer, finding his face looking straight at Rupert’s generous bulge, struggling to stay contained in his swimming trunks.
He turned and walked back to the pool and, with his back to Robbie, slid his trunks down and off and finished drying before lying face down on the sun bed, his open legs facing in Robbie’s direction and the edge of his testicles just visible. Robbie was hot. His cock was rising and he didn’t know why. He didn’t fancy men, yet he had been wanking at the thought of one fucking another. He didn’t fancy men and yet he was looking at one right now and he had an erection. He wondered if he was just flattered at the attention. Certainly, since he had been married no female had ever chatted him up and certainly no male had. Perhaps he just looked too married.
He looked across and thought, “This lad is just four years older than my daughter and I’m thinking about him sexually.”
The thought of his kids always had the desired non-sexual effect on him and his dick returned to normal.
Rupert was slightly camp, and obviously gay and Robbie just assumed that he was like this with every guy, a bit of a show-off and exhibitionist. As Robbie worked he thought all this out. After all the television programmes were full of camp guys hosting chat shows, telling jokes and suchlike and they were all a bit like Rupert.
“That’s what this is; he’s just showing off to the straight builder so I won’t rise to his bait.”
Robbie continued to work and Rupert continued to sunbathe. He covered himself up when he popped over to offer a Robbie a beer just before lunchtime. Robbie accepted and had just popped the can when another guy walked up the side of the house and called to Rupert. This guy was obviously gay too. He was slim, like Rupert and fair haired.
“Hi Jonathan,” called Rupert.
“Hi Rupie, I got your call and just fancied an afternoon by the pool. Got a beer?”
Robbie felt a slight twinge of jealousy. He had quite enjoyed being flirted with, even by a guy. It had been so long since someone had made obvious overtures to get inside his pants.
“This is Robbie,” said Rupert, “he’s doing work for the parents.”
“Hello,” said Jonathan, dragging out the word so it sounded more like “Haaalo” to Robbie.
Jonathan’s eyebrows raised and his hand was held out to be taken firmly by Robbie.
“My, you’re strong,” he said to Robbie.
Robbie mumbled something in an embarrassed way and went back to his work as the guys walked over to the pool and started to chat like a couple of excited housewives. As Robbie worked, he kept glancing over and watched as Jonathan also stripped off to reveal a tiny thong. His buttocks were also firm and pale and he felt his cock rising again.
“What the fuck’s wrong with me?” He thought.
As he laid the bricks, he pondered on anatomy and realised the beauty of the male rear to the female. He had never really thought about it but women were larger, usually, then the bottom stretched down their legs in a pear shape. These two guys’ bottoms were upright and pert like two small melons. He wondered how men could take a cock in their arses. He had wanted to do it to Lynn assuming that if she could take him up the front, she could manage the back, but she wasn’t for it. Now he was looking at two bums that wanted cock in them and wondered whether that was something he could, or would ever try.
The guys stood and walked into the house with Rupert waving over saying,” We have a few things to do, we’ll see you later.”
It was said slightly suggestively and Robbie wondered if they were going inside to “do it.”
Around 20 minutes later, his curiosity was running wild and he decided to look in the house under the pretext of needing the toilet. He had to use the downstairs one and before he entered he listened at the foot of the stairs and heard talking. Just then, Jonathan walked across the upper hallway naked. Robbie couldn’t quite see anything and dived into the toilet quite noisily.
When he came out, Rupert was in the downstairs hall.
“If you would like a shower before you go, Robbie, you’re welcome to use the one in my room. It’s so hot and I thought you might like to freshen before you go. Both Jonathan and I have had to as we were roasted. You can use it now if you like.”
Someone said, “Id love that,” and Robbie realised he had said it without thinking.
He was about to add “later” when Rupert walked off and said, “I’ll show you where to go” as he climbed the stairs.
Robbie meekly followed, his heart pounding at the thought of being naked in the close proximity of two camp homosexuals on heat. Strangely he was also excited at the same time. He followed Rupert who was wearing his flimsy shorts and walked past Jonathan, leaning against the door to the room wearing his thong again. Robbie wanted to look “there” but couldn’t.
Rupert threw a fresh towel on the bed, pointed to his shower room and said, “I’ll leave you to it.
Robbie entered the shower room and as he started to pull off his t-shirt he closed the door, realising there was no lock. He stripped and ran the shower stepping in to enjoy the cool water as he soaped himself. His thoughts turned to the lads outside and he wondered if they were endowed. They were quite effeminate so he thought, they mustn’t be. They would probably get a shock if they saw his generously sized 7.5 inch cock! As he soaped, he realised his cock was rock hard.
“What the fuck is happening to me. Two little queens flutter their eyelids and here I am stiff as a rock. They’re young enough to almost be my kids.” His mind raced as the thoughts ran through it.
He found himself paying particular attention to cleaning his cock and even pushed his finger well into his hole, further than ever. He soaped it and really cleaned it. Why he was doing it, he didn’t know!
He rinsed and stepped out of the shower to finish drying. The door opened and Rupert stood with another towel. “Do you need this?” he asked, his eyes dropping to look at Robbie’s cock as he quickly tried to cover his dwindling erection.
“Oh thanks,” he said, the same hand reaching out and exposing his cock again.
Rupert looked down and said, “Nice,” before walking out.
Robbie finished drying and started to put his clothes back on again. For some reason, he donned his briefs and jeans but left his top off, leaving the bathroom whilst still feigning a drying action. Both guys were in the room and looked up as he came out of the bathroom.
“Bet you feel much fresher now?” said Robbie. “You certainly look it.”
“Yes thanks” said Robbie, embarrassment making him start to pull on his t-shirt.
“Wait, you’re still wet,” said Jonathan, taking the towel off him, turning him around and rubbing his back.
“There’s a bit at the front too,” said Rupert and walked forward with a small hand towel to rub Robbie’s pectorals.
“Are we embarrassing you?” said Rupert, his rubbing, unconsciously moving down to Robbie’s belly.
“Well this is a bit unusual for me,” said Robbie. “Usually it’s women I have to fight off.”
Jonathan was pressed against Robbie’s back and Robbie could feel what seemed like an erection against his jean-clad buttocks. He knew that Jonathan only had a thong on, so whatever was pressing against him, was probably now exposed. He felt soft lips against his back. He was shivering with apprehension and knew he should stop them but his cock had already started to rise. He knew this might be the only time in his life when something like this might happen to him and he was scared to stop it as well as being scared to go ahead.
Nothing more was said. Rupert leaned over and kissed Robbie on the cheek. Robbie was frozen as both boys took his inaction to be a sign of acceptance and they started to devour him. Jonathan’s hand reached around and started to unbuckle his belt while Rupert expertly helped slide the pants and briefs down to release a throbbing 7.5 inch uncut cock which “thwacked” against Robbie’s belly. He stepped out of his clothes until he was fully naked and exposed in front of these two lads.
Rupert pushed him back to the bed and he lay down as the boys swiftly stripped naked. Jonathan had around 6 inches of hard cut cock with a matching sized pair of balls nestling in a neat little patch of hair. Rupert, little camp Rupert really made him look twice when he released an uncut cock which surprised Robbie with both its length and girth. He wasn’t an expert on men’s cocks but it had to be at least 8 inches and thick. It was hard but its size made it droop slightly downwards.
“Like it” asked Rupert?
Robbie smiled as Rupert approached him and started to suck his cock. Robbie, who had been completely passive, laid back and closed his eyes. He was aware of Jonathan climbing on to the bed to continue licking his body and sucking his nipples. The experience of being seduced and being in a passive position both excited him and satisfied his guilt at what he was doing. After all, they were seducing him and he almost couldn’t stop them – almost!
Jonathan sat atop Robbie facing downwards, his balls resting on Robbie’s forehead and his cock suspended in full erection hovering above Robbie’s face. Rupert was sucking Robbie’s cock, sliding back the foreskin and giving him a blowjob like no other. As Jonathan’s cock stayed suspended in mid air, Jonathan pushed it downwards until his dripping tip was just above Robbie’s lips. Robbie kept his mouth tight shut. Jonathan then swung around until he was at Robbie’s side and again moved his cock to Robbie’s mouth, pushing it to his lips. Robbie’s licked his lips, tasting male precum for the first time and as he did so, Jonathan’s 6 inches were pushed into his mouth. Robbie gagged and as he closed his mouth again had no option but to start sucking. As he did, he felt himself begin the slow build up to cumming. He put his hand on Rupert’s head to stop the sucking. He wasn’t going to admit he was enjoying this but he felt there were more new experiences to come.
Rupert released Robbie’s cock and leaned over the bed to slip a condom on his cock, out of sight of Robbie whose view was partially blocked by the tall thin body of Jonathan. Rupert lubricated his hole well and then slid the condom over Robbie. Robbie tried and failed to see what was happening and only worked it out when Rupert sat astride him and lowered his arse over Robbie’s erect cock taking its full length in one plunge. Rupert started riding in frenzy. Jonathan took his cock out of Robbie’s mouth and started to kiss him. Robbie’s eyes shot open. He hadn’t thought of actually kissing a guy and now his mouth was forced open and this young guy’s tongue was halfway down his throat.
Jonathan was hot now. His friend was getting fucked and he needed some too. His kissing was almost violent, holding Robbie’s face in both hands while his tongue violated his mouth. Both boys were well gone and when Jonathan grabbed Rupert’s shoulders to tell him it was his turn, Rupert very reluctantly slid his arse off Robbie vertical cock. Jonathan quickly lubricated his arse and replaced Rupert. Robbie’s cock slid in just as easily. Both boys loved being fucked and they weren’t letting the chance of a gay virgin go without getting full measure. Rupert started to kiss Robbie now, more gently than Jonathan. Robbie’s cock was being milked quite frantically by Jonathan, whose head was thrown back and the bouncing was almost painful as he rose and fell on Robbie’s abdomen.
Again Robbie was set to cum and told Jonathan so again both boys stopped.
This time, Rupert threw Robbie’s legs in the air and his tongue slid down to invade Robbie’s arsehole. Jonathan took position once more over Robbie’s cock and started to suck as Rupert tongue fucked him. This was a very new experience and Robbie had never realised how sensitive his arse could be. He found himself again at the brink and had to stop Jonathan. Jonathan once more started to violently kiss Robbie while Rupert continued to lift Robbie’s legs to gain access. Robbie was lost in pleasure and did not identify the coolness on his hole with lubricant. He somehow thought that Rupert was blowing cold air on him as he licked.
The shock, therefore as the head of Rupert’s cock entered Robbie’s arse had him attempt to sit bolt upright and if it hadn’t been for Jonathan’s weight, he would have done. Robbie tried to squirm but the effect was to push his arse further against Rupert’s cock and actually forced it further into him much more quickly than Rupert had intended. Rupert stopped dead but held his cock in place and Jonathan held Robbie down, kissing him and asking him to be patient. Robbie calmed as the initial pain subsided and, as Rupert started to gently move again, the pain slowly became quite tolerable, then unusual and then actually quite pleasant.
The full penetration probably took around 10 minutes and once Rupert realised he was well inside, he rolled Robbie over to fuck him from the rear. Jonathan scooted around and started to fuck his friend in a sandwich and they all started moaning together.
Once more, Robbie felt a weird sensation inside and realised even though he wasn’t touching his cock, he was going to cum. He, once more asked them to stop and all cocks were withdrawn.
Condoms were removed and Rupert took Robbie’s cock in a 69 position and forced his own cock into a reluctant Robbie’s mouth. As Robbie’s arse was in the air, Jonathan seized the opportunity to fuck him, easily entering a hole which had been seduced by a bigger cock than his. Rupert actually came first and as he tried to pull his cock from Robbie’s mouth, he failed and blasted a jet of hot semen all over his lips and face, a good squirt going straight down Robbie’s throat. Almost simultaneously Robbie ejaculated over Rupert’s face and Jonathan, brought to a head by all the cumming emptied his balls inside Robbie’s arse.
The resultant silence suggested that guilt had returned very quickly and Robbie started to make excuses about leaving. Rupert suggested he shower again making a joke that explaining cum stains in his hair might me difficult for his wife to understand.
It took a lot of calming down to bring Robbie back to Earth. They promised they wouldn’t tell anyone, he made excuses that it was a mistake and he would probably never do it again that was until Robbie pointed out that not many gay virgins get fucked by two guys, fuck two guys, swallow a load of cum, take a load up their arse and then get a blow job all on their first time - and then say it was all a mistake!
That brought a smile to his face.
“Robbie, I’m here for another six weeks,” said Rupert, “and you are here for another four, at least. If you want to fuck me again, I would love it and if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
Robbie quickly pointed out he probably would never do something like this again.
He was lying!!
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Monday, January 19, 2009
Darkroom Discovery Parts 1 and 2
Darkroom Discovery
By kewtieboy
(MM/dark room/incest/anal/oral)
A married man explores his homosexual side in the darkrooms and gay bars of Berlin but discovers that his teenage son has a similar interest
Kevin Peterson was a happily married man with a family of two and a wife on nineteen years. Stephanie was his wife and Jeremy his eighteen year old son, with fifteen year old Natalie his daughter.
Their family life had been a slightly disrupted over the last few years. The family originated from Manchester in the UK but Kevin had been asked by his bank, to move to Berlin for a substantial increase in salary some four years ago. He spoke fluent German and, at the time, his daughter and son were also learning the language a throw back to some of Kevin’s family on his mother’s side who hailed from Munich.
When the move was announced, Jeremy was doing well at a private school in Cheshire and Natalie was just finishing primary school. After much debate, it was decided, and agreed by Jeremy, that he move to being a boarder at his school, staying in Cheshire and Natalie would move to an international school in Berlin with the family. Jeremy would then come out to Germany for holidays, Christmas and New Year.
This worked well and Jeremy rather liked his independence, positively flowering with the lack of parental involvement on a day to day basis. The family had a great life in Berlin, living in an attractive apartment almost within walking distance on the city centre. Their circle of friends tended to be part of the British/German banking community but they were a close knit group and life was good.
Kevin was a well built man, attractive for his age if quite staid in his dress. He prided himself in his shape with a well defined body (courtesy of the bank’s membership of a local gym) and short dark hair without a grey one showing despite his thirty-nine years (thanks to a local hairdresser). He was clean-shaven with a crisp business-like look and every bit the successful businessman.
Kevin however had a secret. It had happened accidentally one evening after having a drink with a couple of guys from work one. Stephanie and Natalie were occupied so for once he was in no rush to get home and for a laugh the three guys had ended up in a transvestite show in the city. Kevin was fascinated by the girlyboys who performed onstage and flirted with the punters. One of the “girls” even sat on his knee and while singing, had stroked the front of his trousers unseen by the others, giving him an erection. He was highly embarrassed and it led to a lot of thinking in the ensuing days.
It was that event when on his next free night he stumbled into a known gay bar part way from his office in the general direction of home. It was still early in the evening so, apart from the lack of women, it was not any more intimidating than a regular bar. A younger guy of around twenty-five spoke to him, sensing his “virginity.” Karl was quite camp but a good looking blonde guy who knew the score and loved the idea of flirting with this heterosexual. That evening Kevin ended up in Karl’s flat with his suit trousers at his ankles getting the blow job of a lifetime.
There began a relationship which taught Kevin about gay sex. Within three months Kevin was fucking Karl and Karl was even fucking Kevin. He loved his versatility, being able to take a “female” or “male” role in sex at the drop of a hat. Karl was well endowed and easily matched Kevin’s seven and a half inch uncircumcised cock. Karl had even introduced his “virgin” to some of his friends and Kevin had made it to small orgies where he had been fucked by three men on one session. It was all so seedy and he loved it. What he loved most is that his sex life with Stephanie had actually improved as his sex drive had increased so much, in his head it was a “win-win” situation.
However much Kevin thought his relationship with Karl was like having a “woman on the side,” Karl just enjoyed having sex with this “straight” guy once a week. When Karl started to suggest they start visiting the gay bars, Kevin was slightly apprehensive should he be spotted. The makeover had been Karl’s idea and, after a very camp shopping trip Kevin stood before Karl on an evening when he had told Stephanie he was entertaining a business client and might not be back until the small hours. The person in front of Karl did not look like someone going to a business meeting.
Starting from the outside in, Karl was wearing a leather cap, white t-shirt, heavy leather jacket, leather trousers and boots. Underneath, he had a cock ring and jock strap (white cotton rather than leather). To finish the new look, Karl had gummed a small moustache on to Kevin so he looked like someone out of a “Tom of Finland” cartoon drawing and stretched a studded leather wrist band on him too.
“Excellent,” said Karl, looking at his handiwork and off they went.
Bar one and two were quiet as it was midweek, but the third bar had a bit of a buzz and Karl was extremely popular if eye contact was anything to go by. Karl pointed to a dark entrance in the corner and suggested he take a walk through it. Kevin did as told and after some disorientation and apologies, found himself in a darkroom. This was something new to this poor “near heterosexual” as hands groped his crotch and his own hands kept brushing against erect flesh prodding from all directions.
The evening ended with Kevin’s leathers at his ankles being blown by two guys at once. He rewarded them with a face full of pent-up semen.
“Bloody Hell,” he said to Karl and his sidekicks when he returned breathless to the bar, “I didn’t expect anything like that in a public place.”
So, as time went by, Karl worked out that Sunday was the night he went out with “his friends” as Stephanie had a girl’s night out that night. She was late and he was later. He rarely stayed over as he usually got what he wanted before the night was too old. He would walk around to Karl’s around 8 o’clock, they would share a glass or two of wine and he would change from his jeans and jacket into his “costume” and become the leather queen everyone thought he was. Actually Kevin couldn’t see the fetish-attraction of leather but it was very popular with the others in the bar so who was he to disagree.
They would then all head out and after a few more drinks Kevin would disappear into the dark. The layout in the darkroom was quite simple. The entry was up a smaller corridor had the toilets off to the left but on continuing into the murk it opened into a larger room. Around the right hand side were cubicles with half doors where some semblance of privacy could be had if you found someone you wanted to keep to yourself. However each cubicle had a large glory hold cut in the wall so privacy was definitely not 100%. To the rear was another room with no door. Inside was pitch black with just a little ultra violet light finding its way inside. This room held about ten or so when full and was fun for a little group therapy. There was then a few more door-less cubicles which would take around four or more then Kevin’s favourite space which was again a larger area. The wall between it and the main room was sparred allowing anyone inside to see out but the darkness within prevented anyone outside from seeing in. In the middle was a rarely used hammock, presumably for anyone wanting multiply-fucked though in real terms, it would have been bloody difficult to lie in it and be fucked in the dark by strangers. The advantage of this hammock was to make anyone entering go around the edges and not walk straight across the room.
If Kevin slunk into the dark corner, he could be invisible while being able not only to see anyone coming into the room in the limited light, but also anyone actually entering down the corridor from the main bar. That way he could accept or reject any suitor he wished.
This cosy lifestyle had now been going for almost a year and had kept Kevin sexually happy as Hell with a wife for his hetero side and the darkroom for his more immediate and carnal needs. He had a key to Karl’s flat so could just go and change when he had had enough before heading back to his wife.
Jeremy, his son was due to finish boarding school in the Summer so had decided to take a three week break over Easter at his parents and the house was buzzing with both the impending stay and the fact that they were to discuss his plans for when he went to university. Kevin was a bit pissed off as he could see there was a possibility it might interfere with his Sunday ritual but then again it might not. It was his son’s visit home after all.
When he arrived on the Monday afternoon he picked him up at the airport and the hugged as father and son do. Jeremy had turned into a fine young man, if a bit “studenty” already. His mass of blonde hair was unruly and obviously a great deal of time had been spent making it look like he hadn’t spent a great deal of time on it. He had loose cotton pants (Chinos in a earlier era), and a rugby top hanging loose which showed the top of his Armani shorts when he bent down to pick up his rucksack. Kevin had to admit, he had made a good job of this stunning young lad who still looked every bit a virgin.
After all the pleasantries they drove back to the flat where Kevin parked in the underground car park and the whole excitable reunion kissing started again with wife and daughter. Kevin had to be back at work on Tuesday. He had taken the day of to meet Jeremy but since he usually worked from home on Monday (hence the late Sunday nights), no one really knew.
All that week they bonded as a family, went out for dinner, and generally caught up. It was when Stephanie announced that she was still going out on Sunday with her cronies, that Kevin saw an opportunity to continue his usual routine, suggesting that it might be good for the kids to have some quality time alone. Natalie threw a fit as she said she normally met up with her friends on Sunday as she was usually alone so Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and said not to worry as he had some friends also staying in Berlin for Easter so he would look them up. Everyone was happy!
Kevin was very happy. Not only had he been denied his conjugal right with Stephanie (“Ssh the kids might hear”), but he thought he wasn’t going to get fucked in the darkroom either and now, he was!! He was horny as Hell getting ready at Karl’s. Even Karl said he would have trouble getting his zip up, such was his troublesome erection. Tonight he was going to make it last.
After having his first few beers, he stood at the bar with Karl keeping one eye on the darkroom entrance watching to see what came or went. It was surprising over the last ten months, just how many people from his outside world he had seen in here, mainly from the bank. Not one had seen past his disguise so he felt confident in the semi-dark of the bar. Though he hadn’t seen anyone of particular interest enter he had to get going and went in hearing Karl’s comments about the “bitch on heat” echoing in his ears.
It wasn’t too busy, Sunday’s never were but he liked it as it didn’t get too sticky and hot and he could stay in control, able to see all the comings and goings from his corner. A few regulars knew him and within a few moments he was on his knees sucking one of them, a fifty year old guy with a cock like an elephant who rewarded Kevin with a mouthful of cum.
He managed another few gropes and another blow job and was about to have his half-time break when there was a change in the atmosphere outside. He looked up and saw a very pretty little thing between the slats. He couldn’t quite make him out but he looked almost too young to be in there. Kevin wasn’t really into twinks but his heart started pounding as he watched the young thing fumble round, obviously not used to the layout. He brushed aside all advances and eventually he could just make him out standing against the entrance to one of the cubicles without doors, watching.
Kevin went over to the slatted wall to take a better look and got the shock of his life when he saw Jeremy, his son. He pressed back against the wall, his heart now really thumping.
“Fuck, shit,” he said inwardly, “How the fuck do I get out of here?”
The thought of why Jeremy was there hadn’t yet hit his psyche.
Jeremy continued to fight off the advances. He had a pair of tight jeans on and a figure hugging t-shirt and canvas jacket. His blonde hair, while not picking up the ultra violet showed as a dirty cream colour.
Jeremy started moving again and headed to the side of the room where Kevin was.
“Good,” thought Kevin,” I’ll wait until he’s back in the bar and then I’ll slink out and head home.”
Jeremy came into the room. Kevin pressed himself against the wall. He was the only person in the room and only about six or seven were outside, all having been rejected by him.
He stood still praying, Jeremy would leave but Jeremy knew someone was in the room and slowly felt his way towards him. Kevin was getting hard. He couldn’t understand why, but perhaps it was just sexual autopilot. Jeremy was next to him. Kevin stood stock still until he felt Jeremy’s hand feel his side then move up his body as if to check him out. His hand then dropped and moved to Kevin’s crotch where he felt Kevin’s bulge. He then moved in front of Kevin and his hand moved to feel Kevin’s face, resting on his moustache. From the way he felt it, Kevin wondered if he knew it was a fake but then realised he seemed to like it. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin.
Kevin was shaking but realised Jeremy was not. Jeremy knew what he was doing as far as sex with strangers was concerned.
Kevin’s zip came down. He wanted to run but couldn’t. His trousers were unclipped and dropped leaving him in his jock strap, his hard cock straining for release. He heard Jeremy unclip his own trousers and let them drop and then Jeremy took Kevin’s hand and placed it on a rigid uncut cock which felt about seven inches long. It was so very hard but also seemed light in weight. His balls were hanging loosely below and Kevin cupped them in his hand. Jeremy dropped to his knees and took Kevin’s cock in his mouth.
“God he’s good,” thought Kevin as his son’s warm mouth expertly engulfed his rigid cock up to the pubic hair. Jeremy was randy and his breathing exposed the fact. His mouth went under to his father’s hairy balls and he licked them. Jeremy’s hands lifted Kevin’s t-shirt up to expose his chest and then he stood up and kissed Kevin fully and deeply on the mouth. While doing it his cock slid between Kevin’s legs and he started to simulate fucking. Jeremy slipped off his top and put it on the hammock so that he was now effectively naked and he started to kiss Kevin all over, his warm saliva leaving traces all over Kevin’s body. Kevin was gone now he kissed Jeremy deeply and dropped down to suck his cock. He not only sucked it, he devoured it. He then bent Jeremy over the hammock and stuck his tongue deep into his soap flavoured arsehole.
As he did this the excitement of what he was doing, having sex with his own son without him knowing, sent a surge of sexual energy through him.
“Should I fuck him,” or “should he fuck me?” The thoughts raced through Kevin’s head.
Matters were taken out of his control when Jeremy stood up and whispered in his ear, “I love leather guys and I’m going to fuck you right now!”
“Christ,” thought Kevin, my son is going to stick his big cock inside me.
The management thoughtfully provided little essentials in each of the cubicles such as condoms, lubricant and kitchen towel so facilitate such pleasures and Kevin was shocked at the dominance of his son who whirled him round and bent him over the hammock. He applied his own lube, and grabbed a condom, not sure if Jeremy would be aware of their availability but heard Jeremy stretch a condom over his cock, obviously from his own pocket. Jeremy wasted no time and started to slide his cock into Kevin. In no time he was fucking him like mad, holding Kevin’s hips as he thrust into him. Kevin held and stroked his own cock. He looked round to see a small group of admirers watching. If only they knew. He noticed one of the spectators was Karl.
Jeremy started to grunt and Kevin braced himself for him cumming but he withdrew. He pulled the condom off and pushed Kevin down sticking his cock in his mouth and firing a copious quantity of thin cum into his throat. The taste was sweet and Kevin was more than happy to swallow all of it as his own orgasm sent spurts on to the darkroom floor.
The audience scattered as the two people fumbled with clothes and Jeremy stretched up to Kevin’s ear, “Same time and place next week. I have plans for you.”
He left as Kevin finished and tentatively went to the bar and noted he had left immediately. Jeremy went over to Karl and his two friends.
“That was a real prize this week Kevin, eh?” said Karl. “He was beautiful.”
“He should be,” said Kevin, “it was my son.”
The look on their faces said it all and it took some telling before he was believed.
“I can’t possibly let him have sex with me next week,” said Kevin.
The smile on their faces suggested they knew Kevin better than he knew himself.
He changed at Karl’s apartment and walked the three miles home, waves of guilt mixed with a strange excitement washing over him. He has just been splattered with his own son’s cum. This revelation made the fact that he had just realised his son was gay, fall into second place in his mental priority list. He went through a range of emotions from disgust to embarrassment to excitement on that walk home.
Entering the flat, Jeremy was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, his sister already tucked up in bed.
“Have fun with the guys tonight then Dad?” called Jeremy.
“Fun, what do you mean by that?” snapped Kevin.
“Whoa there, who rattled your cage?” said his son. I just wondered if you had a good night with your mates.”
“Sorry son, yes I did, and you?”
“Yea, kinda low key but I did all I needed to,” he said.
In Kevin’s head he heard, “Including fucking your dad and cumming on his face?”
The next few days were a bit surreal. Every time he looked at Jeremy, he saw a pretty young man and remembered his stiff cock in his hand and then he blushed. Jeremy, of course was oblivious. He went about whatever he was going about. Kevin wondered if he was partaking of the many daytime gay delights while he was at work and felt slightly jealous. As the weekend approached again he had already made up his mind he wasn’t going to touch his son again, it was just not right even to think about it. He argued with himself that, after all, he hadn’t seduced his son, his son had seduced him. He, of course completely omitted in his argument that his son had no idea his father was giving him the pleasure.
Sunday was a day in haze. Stephanie had already announced she was going stir crazy and despite the fact that Jeremy was heading back to the U.K. on the Tuesday, she was heading out. Natalie, already used to the Sunday routine, had made her plans.
“So what are you doing tonight Jeremy,” said Kevin.
“Oh my friends from last weekend said they would like a repeat visit so I thought I would slip round there,” he replied.
“Oh God, he wants to fuck me again,” thought Kevin.
He knew he was going to go back, and he did!
Karl was waiting and they set off a little earlier as Kevin couldn’t afford the risk of being identified by Jeremy. That would be too much to bear. He had been drinking a little more than usual and felt quite good. He had a little bottle of poppers which he hoped might make Jeremy a little less caring and questioning if he turned up.
The bar was even quieter than usual and the darkroom at this earlier hour was quiet with just a few regulars floating around. Kevin dismissed all of them when they started to make a move on him and he slunk back into his little corner, terrified that he might be indentified. When he arrived, Jeremy entered the area with a entourage of older guys behind him. He was like a rose among thorns.
Jeremy made straight for Kevin’s little corner and fumbled his way around in the dark. When he felt Kevin’s leathers, Kevin was aware he was feeling for identification in the dark. He felt for the wrist strap and then his moustache before saying a quiet “Hi.”
“Fancy a private booth? “ He whispered.
“O.K.” said Kevin and followed Jeremy who had taken his hand.
Once in the dark corner booth, they bolted the door and Kevin was pleased that there was little light, just the odd silhouette. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin full on the lips, his tongue searching around in his mouth and his breath coming in short pants. Kevin reached down and felt Jeremy’s stiff cock. Jeremy started to strip what few clothes he was wearing until all he had on were his trainers. His clothes were hooked behind the door. Within the limitations of his tight leather gear, Kevin did likewise. He offered the poppers to Jeremy and when he inhaled them he was like an unleashed wild animal.
“Do whatever you want to me,” he said. “Fuck me.”
Standing with his pants at his ankles and his torso naked, Kevin reached for a condom and the lube dispenser. Jeremy turned to offer his rear as Kevin applied the gel. His fingers entered easily and Kevin realised his son was no virgin. Working with the gel, he managed three fingers into Jeremy’s arsehole while he whimpered with the finger fucking he was getting. Kevin stretched the condom over his cock and started to enter Jeremy. He enjoyed the way his hole enveloped his cock as he slid inside his son and, as Jeremy sniffed the poppers he started a merciless fuck of him.
He held Jeremy’s hips and hammered him. He could hear knocking at the door. The audience wanted to see but though Kevin decided this was his moment, Jeremy had other ideas and unclipped the door allowing it to swing inwards as he faced outwards. In the dull light, as Kevin fucked, he could see cocks being offered to Jeremy’s face and Jeremy readily accepted them, sucking two guys in turn as his father fucked him. In the dark, he heard one guy moan and realised he had just cum in Jeremy’s mouth. Another quickly took his place. Kevin was in heaven and had to keep slowing to prevent himself from cumming inside Jeremy. It was difficult to tell but he figured his son sucked off three guys before things quietened slightly and he was able to rebolt the door.
He slid his cock out and Jeremy then deliberately unbolted the door again and stuck his arse out while sucking Kevin’s now, unclad cock sniffing at the poppers as between sucks. It didn’t take long before Kevin saw Karl standing with his long cock in his hand sliding it slowly into his son. Jeremy was like a wild animal. Kevin had never seen such unbridled sexual passion. One of Karl’s other friends replaced Karl once it was obvious that Karl had just cum inside Jeremy and the lad continued to suck Kevin until he was ready to blast. Kevin stopped him from sucking as Karl’s friend came in him and Kevin was then once more able to bolt the door.
He stood Jeremy up and kissed him tasting the cum from the three earlier guys as he did so. Jeremy was everywhere at once, sucking Kevin’s cock, then sucking his nipples, then kissing him, fingering his arse, then pushing Kevin down to suck his cock. When he came, he stopped Kevin sucking and held his mouth open. He then slightly withdrew his cock and fired his load, like a hosepipe into Kevin’s eager mouth. His son’s cum had a thin texture and wonderful sweetness that Kevin gulped down as though it were a rare delicacy, which in many ways it was!
Jeremy did not forget his partner and surprised Kevin by standing up immediately after cumming and whispering, “Can I fuck you?”
“Can you manage?” said Kevin.
“Watch me,” replied his son.
Apart from a slight loss of hardness, his son’s cock did not drop at all and when Kevin bent over, the hard piece of meat that went inside him was back to full power. The cabin walls were shaking with the intensity of the fucking Jeremy received. Jeremy showed no mercy as he hammered at Kevin’s hole.
“I’m going to cum,” said Kevin, and that was without touching his cock.
“No, don’t, please,” pleaded the randy young man, quickly pulling out and swinging Kevin around.
He engulfed Kevin’s cock with his mouth and with one hand holding the stem, started to suck, sliding the foreskin back and sucking the head eagerly. Kevin’s knees buckled as he emptied a supply on cum that was more than he thought he could produce. Jeremy gagged at first and then kept sucking. He was a born cock sucker. The sound and his groaning as he did so, suggested that he was bringing himself off at the same time.
Jeremy stood after the sex and cuddled tight up to Kevin, kissing him on the cheeks and nipples.
“Can I meet you again when I come back in Summer,” he said in German.
“Yes,” said Kevin.
As they dressed, Jeremy slipped a pre-written piece of paper into Kevin’s waistcoat pocket, “My e-mail address,” he said.
Kevin already knew it but thanked him and told him he would write.
“Want to meet in the bar for a drink? “said Jeremy.
“Can’t really,” said Kevin, “I’m married.
“Oh I see, incognito,” he said in acknowledgement. “Any family?”
“Em, yes, a daughter and son.”
“Lucky son,” said Jeremy.
He left and Kevin stayed quietly in the darkroom until Karl came looking form him to let him know the coast was clear. His knees were weak but he knew, it wouldn’t be long before six whole weeks of Summer holidays.
Part 2 - Summer Vacation
Kevin looked at the small piece of paper in his hand with Jeremy’s e-mail address. Of course, he already knew Jeremy’s e-mail address as he was his dad so messaged him a couple of times a week, but the man looking at the piece of paper wasn’t his dad, he was the man who had had sex with Jeremy in a dark room twice in the last two weeks.
Since returning to England just three days ago, Kevin had e-mailed his son and had received an enthusiastic reply saying how much he had enjoyed being home with the rest of the family but he had to concentrate now on his final exams as this was his last term before going to university after the Summer break. Of course, he was coming back to Germany for the break and had already told the anonymous German man in the darkroom he wanted to meet for more fun. What worried Kevin was that if Jeremy ever found out that the German was in fact his dad, he may never speak to him again. He was therefore torn between the lust that had developed and his duty to his family.
It took a week before Bruno was created. Jeremy didn’t know the name of the darkroom friend so Kevin decided it would be Bruno and opened a Hotmail account accordingly. His first e-mail received an almost immediate and enthusiastic response from Jeremy saying how much he had enjoyed the encounter and he had never been so randy in all his life. He especially said he enjoyed being the centre of attraction when a few others in the darkroom had enjoyed his body too.
Over the forthcoming weeks, Kevin, his Dad kept Jeremy up to date with family life while Bruno kept telling Jeremy what he wanted to do to him. During the course of the messaging Kevin’s Bruno found out that when Jeremy had entered the darkroom it was a first. His sexual experiences had been limited to a brief encounter with a lad at school and now some full on fun with another 18 year old in his class called Simon. Simon and Jeremy had taken to exploring the gay scene at a nearby market town, limited as it was, and had had one threesome together. Jeremy went on to say that Simon had been very envious of his Berlin encounter and wished he could have been there. Secretly Kevin’s alter ego wished the same!
Bruno asked for a picture of Simon and was amazed to receive not only a picture but a full body frontal with a cute 18 year old (who looked a little younger), standing around five feet nine inches, very, very slim, extremely pale skin with dark red, tight curly hair and a few freckles. His cock looked to be around seven inches long but amazingly thick for his body size. Kevin’s Bruno drooled and then realised there were more attachments. The second was his son, also naked and obviously taken at the same time. It seemed so weird looking at his 18 year old son, stark naked and sporting a very stiff cock. The third attachment came as a shock as it showed Simon’s cock embedded into his son’s arse. Thankfully Kevin could see the top end of a condom but his own raging cock begged release and he wanked himself furiously while looking at these images on his screen before saving them to his secret file.
He spoke to his gay friend Karl, showing him the pictures and asked Karl how he could send a requested photo of himself without giving his game away. Karl set up a couple of action shots when he was screwing Kevin and they looked really good. Kevin had a small tattoo at the top of his left arm so it had to be carefully avoided in the shots. Karl then managed a full frontal of Kevin, with his head slightly turned, his leather jock on and cock showing over the top and just a hint of an artificial goatee beard showing, but no face as such. When Kevin looked he realised even he didn’t recognise himself so felt comparatively safe sending the pictures off to Jeremy and Simon.
The summer term was due to start during the last week in July and the Bruno version of Kevin couldn’t wait, teasing Jeremy about what he would do to him in the darkroom and what he wanted done. The advantage of a Sunday night for the darkroom foray was that in the early evening at around 9.00 pm just as it opened, it was quite quiet. Nothing much happened until after midnight and even then, Sundays were quiet with a workday the next day.
Jeremy then dropped a bombshell. Simon’s parents were going to be delayed in Hong Kong until the second week in August and the school had agreed to keep Simon for the two weeks until they could return and take him to their home in Yorkshire which was closed in their absence. Jeremy didn’t want to leave his best friend alone so had volunteered to stay with him at school. This was a blow to Kevin and to Bruno for different reasons.
When Kevin suggested he send out the return airfare for Simon to join the family in Berlin for two weeks it was accepted rapidly and an e-mail arrived in Bruno’s mailbox suggesting that the first darkroom meeting in Berlin might be a little more exciting than Bruno had envisaged. Bruno suggested to them that Karl join him too (if only to slightly muddy the waters and stop the two boys trying to work out just what Bruno looked like in the near dark. At least Simon hadn’t met Kevin but he didn’t want two lads working out the connection. What’s the old saying about two heads being better than one?
Late July came and a nervous Kevin met the two lads at Tegel airport when their London flight landed. Jeremy was as stunning as Kevin remembered him but Simon had a face to melt the heart. Kevin knew he was 18 years old but his cute, ‘little boy lost’ look accompanied by his dark red hair and freckles made him look like sweet little virgin, something Kevin knew he wasn’t! He had to take on his “caring dad” mantle so quickly organised the guys and got their luggage packed into his car for the trip back to the apartment. The lads chatted away to Kevin bringing him up to speed with life in the final few weeks as school. Both boys had their places reserved at university (grades permitting) with Jeremy going to Durham and Simon to Leeds. They were pleased that they would be quite close and able to meet most weekends.
Kevin thought, “I bet you are.”
Once back at the house the place erupted with hugs and chatter so Kevin left them to talk to his wife and daughter while tea was made.
Bruno, Kevin’s alter ego, already knew that Jeremy was going to bring Simon along to the bar where they had first met, on that first Sunday. Jeremy had said that Simon was inconsolable with excitement at the possibility of raunchy sex with a stranger. Bruno had told him that Karl would be there too so that no one was left out and once they had hooked up, they would head for the larger of the private cubicles for some fun. Jeremy had gone into great detail about how Simon had asked if he could fuck Bruno and, having seen a picture of Simon’s cock, Bruno wanted nothing more than the full length of it up his arse while he sucked his son.
The rest of the week dragged on. The boys spent the day sightseeing and went out on a couple of nights for a drink. Kevin was nervous that they might head for a gay bar, find something more interesting to do, and not turn up on Sunday so he had Karl check out the bar for him. He was pleased that the boys didn’t seem to venture in. Jeremy had said that he was still nervous about being in the bars on his own and only the fact that he had been very horny had taken him in that Sunday. Of course he also knew that his dad wouldn’t like him wandering the streets of Berlin late at night. The exception was, of course Sunday as he knew the whole family would be otherwise occupied until late.
On the Sunday, Kevin bade the lad farewell and asked them what they were doing, even though he knew full well. They mumbled about “going out for a burger and maybe a drink” and Kevin left with the excuse ringing in his ear. His wife was already off with her cronies and daughter Natalie was sleeping over at a friend’s as school was finished for the summer months.
Kevin arrived at Karl’s house around 7.00 pm and sat having a drink. He popped a Viagra as he was determined to get the best out of the night and Karl, excited at his part in the group, did likewise. As they chatted and sipped some wine, Kevin slowly transformed himself into leather-loving Bruno. He stripped naked and showered first, ensuring he was well cleaning for the fucking he hoped to get later. Karl stripped and helped and both men were hard as rocks as they showered together. Once dry, Kevin donned his cock ring, leather jockstrap with the zipped front, black t-shirt and leather waistcoat. Tonight he was wearing denims and he then put his leather studded wrist straps on before attaching his fake moustache. It was remarkable how different he looked, probably because Kevin was a very traditional dresser, the raunchy image before Karl now looked a lot more Bruno than Kevin.
It was almost 9.00 pm and the two men wanted to get to the bar as soon after opening as possible. Karl would hang out in the bar and follow the boys in but Kevin would have to be in the darkroom area before they arrived, just in case Jeremy recognised him as his dad! The bar was quiet, only about six people busily chatting in the half dark idly watching the hard core porn on the TV monitor. Kevin and Karl bought a couple of beers and after sipping a few times, Karl slipped into the darkroom. There were a couple of shapes visible in the far corner but the room was empty otherwise. It tended to stay quiet until almost midnight when drink made people randier. Kevin slid into his favourite spot where he could blend into the dark corner and watch the entrance and the dim light from the bar made it easier to see what entering trade looked like. Tonight he was only looking for two people and no one else and thankfully he was left alone.
As time passed a few drifted in, saw how quiet it was and drifted out. Thankfully it was not too warm an evening. From Kevin’s corner, he knew that the two large private cubicles were just outside the little fenced-in area and to the right. He stroked his cock idly as he watched, his heart thumping with anticipation. Then he saw Jeremy enter, followed clumsily by Simon who was having difficulty in the poor light. Jeremy made straight for the area occupied by Bruno and entered the open entrance, feeling his way around the sling and over to the exact spot where they had agreed to meet. As they headed his way, Kevin saw Karl follow on to wait at the entrance. Jeremy came over and stood next to Kevin.
“Bruno?” he whispered.
“Yes,” said Kevin, “glad you could make it. Let’s head for the cubicle.”
He took Jeremy’s hand and Jeremy took Simon’s hand and they led each other out and to the left to the larger of the two big cubicles. Karl followed on and the all slid inside just in time as a small entourage of older queens came trooping in, excited by the appearance of two young “Greek gods” in the darkroom area.
Kevin locked the door once all four were inside and said, “Hi,” again.
Jeremy whispered an introduction to Simon and Karl whispered who he was before Kevin felt a hand stroking his crotch.
“I’ve missed this,” he said to Kevin, “and Simon here can’t wait to get fucking.”
Jeremy kissed Kevin fully on the mouth and as he did so Kevin felt another hand stroking his exposed cock. He knew it was Simon.
“I’ll go talk to Karl,” said Jeremy, “while you and Simon get acquainted.”
Simon was very soft and smaller than Jeremy and Kevin had to stoop to kiss him. His mouth was soft and moist and his lips very tender. His facial hair was soft with light stubble but was almost that of a younger boy. Kevin put his hand down to find that Simon had already dropped his jeans and the piece of meat that stood out convinced Kevin that this was no boy. The uncut brute was between eight and nine inches and thick as his arm. The foreskin was slightly peeled back and the moistness of pre-cum could be felt at the head. Kevin dropped to his knees and took as much as he could into his mouth, sliding the foreskin back and forth as he worked his lips around the head. As he sucked, Jeremy and Karl’s cocks came to either side and he ended with a feast of cock meat which he sucked in turn. Clothes were coming off above his head and each guy hung his little bunch on separate hooks for easy identification later. Soon apart from boots and shoes, all were naked and, as Kevin turned once more to kiss his son, he felt Simon’s cock already at his buttocks.
“He wants to fuck you raw,” whispered Jeremy. “I struggle to take him so he has never had a chance to fuck a guy properly before. I usually fuck him. Can you take it?”
“Try to stop me,” said Kevin with his Bruno, pigeon English accent.
Jeremy went to Simon and helped him stretch a condom on his cock. Kevin lubed his own arse as he wanted to be sure there was enough. He then heard Jeremy ask Karl if he would fuck him and Karl said he would so a similar lubrication went ahead there.
Kevin bent over the bench against the wall of the cubicle and Simon started his onslaught. He was going a bit too fast and Kevin had to take the cock and gently and slowly guide it into his arse, stretching his ring slowly. Not such a problem with his son who was bent, facing his dad with Karl already well into him and fucking him quite hard. Jeremy kissed his dad as softly as the hard fucking would allow and as Kevin concentrated on holding Jeremy’s chin with his fingers to steady his mouth, Simon’s impatience made him make one final push forcing his whole cock into Kevin.
“Fuckin’ Hell,” he said in a very English accent then quickly muttered a few German swearwords before Jeremy could question his sudden Englishness.
Simon muttered over and over again, “Oh my God, Oh my God,” as the smooth tight tunnel of Kevin’s arse enveloped his cock and gripped it’s entire length as he started to really get fucking. Kevin used his hands to grip Simon’s hips behind him holding his body tightly to his to make it seem as one.
There was a sudden cursing as Karl’s excitement ruined his involvement as he shot his load into Jeremy’s arse. He uttered apologies but said he had been just too excited.
“Forgive me,” he said donning his clothes as he slid out of the cubicle. It took all his efforts to push back the audience who were grouped outside the door trying hard to seeing the dark and also trying to get in.
Kevin was having none of it and firmly locked the door while still impaled on Simon’s cock. Jeremy then offered his cock to Kevin’s mouth and started to face fuck him. After a few moments he pulled out, grabbed a condom from the bowl on the shelf and stretched it on to Kevin.
“Fuck me,” he said.
Kevin stood, with Simon still attached and Jeremy slid himself back on to Kevin’s cock. The fucking began with Kevin pushing back on to Simon and forward into Jeremy. The rhythm worked really well and it wasn’t too long before Simon announced he was going to cum if he didn’t stop.
“Can I taste you both?” asked Kevin.
Both boys stood, with Kevin lying back on the bench and gently stroked their cocks as Kevin wanked his. When Simon came, his thin, warm fluid shot out like a hosepipe and splattered rather than sprayed his face. Warm splashes hit Kevin’s face and neck in copious quantity and as he was just trying to get some in his mouth, a second eruption coated him from the other side. Kevin managed to cover the head of Simon’s cock and finish the last few dollops before sucking Jeremy too and cumming on his own belly.
All three were sweltered and Kevin was awash with cum. The boys kindly ripped some paper towelling and helped him remove the worst of it. Kevin carefully wiped around his sodden moustache ensuring that it stayed in place.
As they dressed the boys talked enthusiastically about the session. In their excitement to plan the initial meeting they had made no further plans and were suddenly aware of this fact.
“Can’t we meet somewhere so that I can see what you look like?” asked Jeremy.
“Maybe,” he said, knowing that he couldn’t. “Let’s e-mail during the week and we’ll discuss the next session before Simon goes home to England.”
The boys left, fighting their way through desperate, groping hands as they left. When Kevin eventually left he heard a few comments about him being a “lucky bastard.” Of course luck didn’t really come into it at this stage.
Waiting, as usual, Kevin left the darkroom shortly afterwards and said his goodbyes to Karl who was talking to someone with a self-satisfied look on his face. Kevin left by the side door and made his way back to Karl’s on his own to clean up and change into normal clothes before heading on home. He was back before either of the boys returned and he went to bed, still feeling his usual guilty self after these events.
Back at the bar, Karl was bursting with enthusiasm. After all he had just fucked his best friend’s son. The guy he was talking to enquired as to the source of his exuberance and Karl felt he had to tell someone, so he did.
On the Monday, Kevin in his guise as Bruno made arrangements with Jeremy to meet both him and Simon again the following Sunday but when he returned home as Kevin that night, he was informed by Jeremy that Simon’s parents were going back to Britain from Hong Kong a week early and Simon was keen to see them so had booked an earlier flight home to be with them. Jeremy was putting on a brave face but Kevin sensed his pal, was a bit more than just a friend and he was quite upset that he was leaving.
On Tuesday at work, Kevin’s Hotmail account had a message, as he expected, from Jeremy, telling him that he would be alone on the Sunday and not with Simon. Kevin certainly was going to miss that enormous cock going back inside him but Jeremy said he would be happy to “fuck his brains out.” The remainder of the week had Jeremy and “Bruno” discussing in details what was going to happen in the privacy of a private booth in the darkroom the following Sunday.
Kevin was aware after Simon’s return home on the Thursday, that Jeremy was sullen and withdrawn. He was also aware that that Jeremy’s meeting with Bruno was important in keeping his libido going and Kevin was looking forward to a really hard session, without Karl this time.
When Sunday came Kevin walked into the bar as usual to be met with a surprisingly busy crowd. It was the most people he had seen in the bar this early in all the time he had been coming. He also had the distinct feeling they were looking at him but shrugged it off when Karl said he was imagining things. Kevin had a sinking feeling when he went to the darkroom to find it was also busy even though no one seemed to be doing anything. They were just standing around. He fought his way to his favourite corner and waited. He could just make out the entrance in the dark though he had to focus hard with the movement outside his little area. He saw Jeremy working his way through the crowd and virtually fighting his way over to the corner.
Once Jeremy realised he was beside Bruno, he whispered, “What’s happening?”
“I’ve no idea,” said Bruno, “but let’s make our way to a booth.”
Every booth, though not actually occupied, had someone standing just inside and blocking the entrance. The two guys tried them all but couldn’t get into any of them. No one was having sex and all were just standing around, some feeling their crotches and some openly wanking exposed cocks.
“What can we do?” whispered Bruno.
“We can cancel the sex or we can use the open public area,” said Jeremy nodding to a surprisingly quiet part of the darkroom area with a padded bench in the middle.
“I can’t subject you to that,” said Bruno.
“What if I said it would turn me on?” said Jeremy.
There had to be around thirty to forty people in the darkroom and Bruno was a little nervous but Jeremy with the lack of caution that only an inexperienced, horny teenager can have, took his hand and lead him through the throng to the bench. He started to kiss Bruno and caress his crotch and the crowd slowly closed around leaving them just enough room for their action.
Jeremy whispered,” This is making me so fucking horny. I’m going to fuck your brains out and everyone’s going to see.”
He took complete control and stripped Bruno out of all his clothes until he was naked apart from his shoes and socks. He licked him, sucked him, kissed his nipples and then took his cock in his mouth. There was enough light for the audience to see the action though the light distorted features. Soon Jeremy was stripped too and his hard cock stuck outwards and upwards as Kevin/Bruno dropped to suck it. The foreskin was already soaked with precum and Kevin slurped, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head before engulfing it with his mouth. Jeremy was becoming loud.
“Yea suck me, suck my cock,” he shouted, obviously enjoying his role as porn stud. “I’m going to fuck your arse until you’re raw!”
Kevin heard a murmur of agreement from the assembled audience the from somewhere at the back in German, he heard someone say, “Yea that’s it, fuck your Daddy!”
Kevin froze.
After a few seconds, he decided that it was just a phrase, after all the word “Daddy” is often used when a younger guy has an older guy.
Jeremy had turned Kevin around and had him bent over the bench. He spread Kevin’s buttocks and delved his tongue in to lubricate. All around, pants were halfway down and cocks were being wanked. Jeremy made a really messy, slurping job of Kevin’s arse, giving a vocal commentary when he could of what he was experiencing.
“God you’re so tight. My tongue feels so good in your hole. I can’t wait to screw your arse!”
Another voice said, in English this time, “Go on let’s see you fuck your Daddy.”
Jeremy, obviously believing this was some kind of role-play, joined in the fun and started to address Kevin as “Daddy,” presumable because he thought this is what his audience wanted to hear.
“Right Daddy, I’m going to fuck you now, are you ready?”
A terrified Kevin grunted a “yes.”
He felt the cold lube spread on his hole and the exposed moment when Jeremy stood up to stretch a condom over his cock. This was followed by the pressure of Jeremy’s cockhead against his hole and the gentle pushing to open the ring to allow access.
“Oh Daddy, that feels so good,” said Jeremy. “Take my big cock all the way.”
His cock slid into Kevin with little resistance and Jeremy started to fuck, referring to “Daddy” as he went. As he fucked, all Hell let loose and hands started to paw them both. Kevin could feel hands between his legs, gripping Jeremy’s cock and feeling its progress in and out of his hole. Fingers joined Jeremy’s organ as it pushed. Someone straddled the bench and offered his cock to Kevin and Kevin accepted. He was sure many hands would be stroking Jeremy behind him and judging from his frantic groaning, Jeremy was enjoying the attention.
Kevin could feel the warm splashes as members of the surrounding group couldn’t contain themselves and warm splashes of cum were gently splatting on his back. At first it was just the odd spray as guys couldn’t quite aim away but as the fucking became intense, the volume increased until Kevin could feel it running down his back and side.
Jeremy had a firm grip on Kevin’s hips as he thrust his cock fully into Kevin. Kevin turned slightly to see what was happening and saw two guys taking turns to kiss him. In the gloom behind, Kevin was aware that someone looked like they were fucking Jeremy as he fucked Kevin.
“I’m going to cum in your arse, Daddy,” said Jeremy as he thrust one final hard push into Kevin and he felt the blood course into Jeremy’s cock as his cum disgorged into the condom.
That released a deluge of cum and as Kevin turned to see what was happening his face and neck were sprayed from all directions as others tried to coincide with Jeremy’s orgasm. When Jeremy pulled out, Kevin turned and a tall bearded guy dropped to his knees and engulfed Kevin’s cock quickly and expertly bringing him to a swift and copious orgasm in the guy’s mouth.
Once again, as the crowd dispersed, Jeremy thoughtfully ripped kitchen towel and helped Kevin mop up. No reference was made to “Daddy,” and the only comment he made in the ensuing silence was, “That was fucking awesome.”
They quietly dressed and Jeremy was ready first so he said to Kevin, “I’ll e-mail you,” and left.
When Kevin came out into an already much quieter bar, Karl was standing sheepishly in the corner.
“You told someone who he was, didn’t you? Kevin asked.
“Just one person,” said Karl.
“Just one person with a lot of friends,” said Kevin angrily. “That could have ruined everything, don’t you realise.”
Kevin was really angry as he left and went back to change at the flat before heading home. Jeremy was already in bed.
When Kevin returned from work the following night, Jeremy was sitting in the lounge, “Dad, I don’t want to upset you but I want to go back to the UK for the rest of the holidays”
“This is a bit sudden isn’t it?” said Kevin. “Where would you stay?”
“Simon’s parents have said I could stay there.”
“But why, Jeremy, is something wrong,” asked Kevin.
“I’m kinda missing Simon,” he replied and then burst into tears.
As Kevin comforted him, Jeremy confessed that he was gay and Simon was, in fact, his lover. Kevin was thankful his wife and daughter were not at home. Simon’s words were pouring out now saying how he had met someone here in Berlin and he thought it would take his mind off Simon but it hadn’t. He said it had made him miss him all the more.
Kevin, of course, said that whether he was gay or not he would still love him (conveniently missing out that he already had, in more ways than one). When Simon calmed down, Kevin suggested they make up another excuse for Jeremy’s return for his mother and they decided that they would say that Simon’s parents wanted the boys to join them on a holiday in Scotland.
In some ways, as Kevin said goodbye to his son on the Friday morning, and Bruno had already said his goodbyes through the internet, he was secretly glad that the episode had been forced to finish without Jeremy being any the wiser. He also felt much closer to him knowing both him and his partner, more intimately than they could ever have known.
Of course, Sunday was only two days away!!
kewtieboy@hotmail.com
By kewtieboy
(MM/dark room/incest/anal/oral)
A married man explores his homosexual side in the darkrooms and gay bars of Berlin but discovers that his teenage son has a similar interest
Kevin Peterson was a happily married man with a family of two and a wife on nineteen years. Stephanie was his wife and Jeremy his eighteen year old son, with fifteen year old Natalie his daughter.
Their family life had been a slightly disrupted over the last few years. The family originated from Manchester in the UK but Kevin had been asked by his bank, to move to Berlin for a substantial increase in salary some four years ago. He spoke fluent German and, at the time, his daughter and son were also learning the language a throw back to some of Kevin’s family on his mother’s side who hailed from Munich.
When the move was announced, Jeremy was doing well at a private school in Cheshire and Natalie was just finishing primary school. After much debate, it was decided, and agreed by Jeremy, that he move to being a boarder at his school, staying in Cheshire and Natalie would move to an international school in Berlin with the family. Jeremy would then come out to Germany for holidays, Christmas and New Year.
This worked well and Jeremy rather liked his independence, positively flowering with the lack of parental involvement on a day to day basis. The family had a great life in Berlin, living in an attractive apartment almost within walking distance on the city centre. Their circle of friends tended to be part of the British/German banking community but they were a close knit group and life was good.
Kevin was a well built man, attractive for his age if quite staid in his dress. He prided himself in his shape with a well defined body (courtesy of the bank’s membership of a local gym) and short dark hair without a grey one showing despite his thirty-nine years (thanks to a local hairdresser). He was clean-shaven with a crisp business-like look and every bit the successful businessman.
Kevin however had a secret. It had happened accidentally one evening after having a drink with a couple of guys from work one. Stephanie and Natalie were occupied so for once he was in no rush to get home and for a laugh the three guys had ended up in a transvestite show in the city. Kevin was fascinated by the girlyboys who performed onstage and flirted with the punters. One of the “girls” even sat on his knee and while singing, had stroked the front of his trousers unseen by the others, giving him an erection. He was highly embarrassed and it led to a lot of thinking in the ensuing days.
It was that event when on his next free night he stumbled into a known gay bar part way from his office in the general direction of home. It was still early in the evening so, apart from the lack of women, it was not any more intimidating than a regular bar. A younger guy of around twenty-five spoke to him, sensing his “virginity.” Karl was quite camp but a good looking blonde guy who knew the score and loved the idea of flirting with this heterosexual. That evening Kevin ended up in Karl’s flat with his suit trousers at his ankles getting the blow job of a lifetime.
There began a relationship which taught Kevin about gay sex. Within three months Kevin was fucking Karl and Karl was even fucking Kevin. He loved his versatility, being able to take a “female” or “male” role in sex at the drop of a hat. Karl was well endowed and easily matched Kevin’s seven and a half inch uncircumcised cock. Karl had even introduced his “virgin” to some of his friends and Kevin had made it to small orgies where he had been fucked by three men on one session. It was all so seedy and he loved it. What he loved most is that his sex life with Stephanie had actually improved as his sex drive had increased so much, in his head it was a “win-win” situation.
However much Kevin thought his relationship with Karl was like having a “woman on the side,” Karl just enjoyed having sex with this “straight” guy once a week. When Karl started to suggest they start visiting the gay bars, Kevin was slightly apprehensive should he be spotted. The makeover had been Karl’s idea and, after a very camp shopping trip Kevin stood before Karl on an evening when he had told Stephanie he was entertaining a business client and might not be back until the small hours. The person in front of Karl did not look like someone going to a business meeting.
Starting from the outside in, Karl was wearing a leather cap, white t-shirt, heavy leather jacket, leather trousers and boots. Underneath, he had a cock ring and jock strap (white cotton rather than leather). To finish the new look, Karl had gummed a small moustache on to Kevin so he looked like someone out of a “Tom of Finland” cartoon drawing and stretched a studded leather wrist band on him too.
“Excellent,” said Karl, looking at his handiwork and off they went.
Bar one and two were quiet as it was midweek, but the third bar had a bit of a buzz and Karl was extremely popular if eye contact was anything to go by. Karl pointed to a dark entrance in the corner and suggested he take a walk through it. Kevin did as told and after some disorientation and apologies, found himself in a darkroom. This was something new to this poor “near heterosexual” as hands groped his crotch and his own hands kept brushing against erect flesh prodding from all directions.
The evening ended with Kevin’s leathers at his ankles being blown by two guys at once. He rewarded them with a face full of pent-up semen.
“Bloody Hell,” he said to Karl and his sidekicks when he returned breathless to the bar, “I didn’t expect anything like that in a public place.”
So, as time went by, Karl worked out that Sunday was the night he went out with “his friends” as Stephanie had a girl’s night out that night. She was late and he was later. He rarely stayed over as he usually got what he wanted before the night was too old. He would walk around to Karl’s around 8 o’clock, they would share a glass or two of wine and he would change from his jeans and jacket into his “costume” and become the leather queen everyone thought he was. Actually Kevin couldn’t see the fetish-attraction of leather but it was very popular with the others in the bar so who was he to disagree.
They would then all head out and after a few more drinks Kevin would disappear into the dark. The layout in the darkroom was quite simple. The entry was up a smaller corridor had the toilets off to the left but on continuing into the murk it opened into a larger room. Around the right hand side were cubicles with half doors where some semblance of privacy could be had if you found someone you wanted to keep to yourself. However each cubicle had a large glory hold cut in the wall so privacy was definitely not 100%. To the rear was another room with no door. Inside was pitch black with just a little ultra violet light finding its way inside. This room held about ten or so when full and was fun for a little group therapy. There was then a few more door-less cubicles which would take around four or more then Kevin’s favourite space which was again a larger area. The wall between it and the main room was sparred allowing anyone inside to see out but the darkness within prevented anyone outside from seeing in. In the middle was a rarely used hammock, presumably for anyone wanting multiply-fucked though in real terms, it would have been bloody difficult to lie in it and be fucked in the dark by strangers. The advantage of this hammock was to make anyone entering go around the edges and not walk straight across the room.
If Kevin slunk into the dark corner, he could be invisible while being able not only to see anyone coming into the room in the limited light, but also anyone actually entering down the corridor from the main bar. That way he could accept or reject any suitor he wished.
This cosy lifestyle had now been going for almost a year and had kept Kevin sexually happy as Hell with a wife for his hetero side and the darkroom for his more immediate and carnal needs. He had a key to Karl’s flat so could just go and change when he had had enough before heading back to his wife.
Jeremy, his son was due to finish boarding school in the Summer so had decided to take a three week break over Easter at his parents and the house was buzzing with both the impending stay and the fact that they were to discuss his plans for when he went to university. Kevin was a bit pissed off as he could see there was a possibility it might interfere with his Sunday ritual but then again it might not. It was his son’s visit home after all.
When he arrived on the Monday afternoon he picked him up at the airport and the hugged as father and son do. Jeremy had turned into a fine young man, if a bit “studenty” already. His mass of blonde hair was unruly and obviously a great deal of time had been spent making it look like he hadn’t spent a great deal of time on it. He had loose cotton pants (Chinos in a earlier era), and a rugby top hanging loose which showed the top of his Armani shorts when he bent down to pick up his rucksack. Kevin had to admit, he had made a good job of this stunning young lad who still looked every bit a virgin.
After all the pleasantries they drove back to the flat where Kevin parked in the underground car park and the whole excitable reunion kissing started again with wife and daughter. Kevin had to be back at work on Tuesday. He had taken the day of to meet Jeremy but since he usually worked from home on Monday (hence the late Sunday nights), no one really knew.
All that week they bonded as a family, went out for dinner, and generally caught up. It was when Stephanie announced that she was still going out on Sunday with her cronies, that Kevin saw an opportunity to continue his usual routine, suggesting that it might be good for the kids to have some quality time alone. Natalie threw a fit as she said she normally met up with her friends on Sunday as she was usually alone so Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and said not to worry as he had some friends also staying in Berlin for Easter so he would look them up. Everyone was happy!
Kevin was very happy. Not only had he been denied his conjugal right with Stephanie (“Ssh the kids might hear”), but he thought he wasn’t going to get fucked in the darkroom either and now, he was!! He was horny as Hell getting ready at Karl’s. Even Karl said he would have trouble getting his zip up, such was his troublesome erection. Tonight he was going to make it last.
After having his first few beers, he stood at the bar with Karl keeping one eye on the darkroom entrance watching to see what came or went. It was surprising over the last ten months, just how many people from his outside world he had seen in here, mainly from the bank. Not one had seen past his disguise so he felt confident in the semi-dark of the bar. Though he hadn’t seen anyone of particular interest enter he had to get going and went in hearing Karl’s comments about the “bitch on heat” echoing in his ears.
It wasn’t too busy, Sunday’s never were but he liked it as it didn’t get too sticky and hot and he could stay in control, able to see all the comings and goings from his corner. A few regulars knew him and within a few moments he was on his knees sucking one of them, a fifty year old guy with a cock like an elephant who rewarded Kevin with a mouthful of cum.
He managed another few gropes and another blow job and was about to have his half-time break when there was a change in the atmosphere outside. He looked up and saw a very pretty little thing between the slats. He couldn’t quite make him out but he looked almost too young to be in there. Kevin wasn’t really into twinks but his heart started pounding as he watched the young thing fumble round, obviously not used to the layout. He brushed aside all advances and eventually he could just make him out standing against the entrance to one of the cubicles without doors, watching.
Kevin went over to the slatted wall to take a better look and got the shock of his life when he saw Jeremy, his son. He pressed back against the wall, his heart now really thumping.
“Fuck, shit,” he said inwardly, “How the fuck do I get out of here?”
The thought of why Jeremy was there hadn’t yet hit his psyche.
Jeremy continued to fight off the advances. He had a pair of tight jeans on and a figure hugging t-shirt and canvas jacket. His blonde hair, while not picking up the ultra violet showed as a dirty cream colour.
Jeremy started moving again and headed to the side of the room where Kevin was.
“Good,” thought Kevin,” I’ll wait until he’s back in the bar and then I’ll slink out and head home.”
Jeremy came into the room. Kevin pressed himself against the wall. He was the only person in the room and only about six or seven were outside, all having been rejected by him.
He stood still praying, Jeremy would leave but Jeremy knew someone was in the room and slowly felt his way towards him. Kevin was getting hard. He couldn’t understand why, but perhaps it was just sexual autopilot. Jeremy was next to him. Kevin stood stock still until he felt Jeremy’s hand feel his side then move up his body as if to check him out. His hand then dropped and moved to Kevin’s crotch where he felt Kevin’s bulge. He then moved in front of Kevin and his hand moved to feel Kevin’s face, resting on his moustache. From the way he felt it, Kevin wondered if he knew it was a fake but then realised he seemed to like it. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin.
Kevin was shaking but realised Jeremy was not. Jeremy knew what he was doing as far as sex with strangers was concerned.
Kevin’s zip came down. He wanted to run but couldn’t. His trousers were unclipped and dropped leaving him in his jock strap, his hard cock straining for release. He heard Jeremy unclip his own trousers and let them drop and then Jeremy took Kevin’s hand and placed it on a rigid uncut cock which felt about seven inches long. It was so very hard but also seemed light in weight. His balls were hanging loosely below and Kevin cupped them in his hand. Jeremy dropped to his knees and took Kevin’s cock in his mouth.
“God he’s good,” thought Kevin as his son’s warm mouth expertly engulfed his rigid cock up to the pubic hair. Jeremy was randy and his breathing exposed the fact. His mouth went under to his father’s hairy balls and he licked them. Jeremy’s hands lifted Kevin’s t-shirt up to expose his chest and then he stood up and kissed Kevin fully and deeply on the mouth. While doing it his cock slid between Kevin’s legs and he started to simulate fucking. Jeremy slipped off his top and put it on the hammock so that he was now effectively naked and he started to kiss Kevin all over, his warm saliva leaving traces all over Kevin’s body. Kevin was gone now he kissed Jeremy deeply and dropped down to suck his cock. He not only sucked it, he devoured it. He then bent Jeremy over the hammock and stuck his tongue deep into his soap flavoured arsehole.
As he did this the excitement of what he was doing, having sex with his own son without him knowing, sent a surge of sexual energy through him.
“Should I fuck him,” or “should he fuck me?” The thoughts raced through Kevin’s head.
Matters were taken out of his control when Jeremy stood up and whispered in his ear, “I love leather guys and I’m going to fuck you right now!”
“Christ,” thought Kevin, my son is going to stick his big cock inside me.
The management thoughtfully provided little essentials in each of the cubicles such as condoms, lubricant and kitchen towel so facilitate such pleasures and Kevin was shocked at the dominance of his son who whirled him round and bent him over the hammock. He applied his own lube, and grabbed a condom, not sure if Jeremy would be aware of their availability but heard Jeremy stretch a condom over his cock, obviously from his own pocket. Jeremy wasted no time and started to slide his cock into Kevin. In no time he was fucking him like mad, holding Kevin’s hips as he thrust into him. Kevin held and stroked his own cock. He looked round to see a small group of admirers watching. If only they knew. He noticed one of the spectators was Karl.
Jeremy started to grunt and Kevin braced himself for him cumming but he withdrew. He pulled the condom off and pushed Kevin down sticking his cock in his mouth and firing a copious quantity of thin cum into his throat. The taste was sweet and Kevin was more than happy to swallow all of it as his own orgasm sent spurts on to the darkroom floor.
The audience scattered as the two people fumbled with clothes and Jeremy stretched up to Kevin’s ear, “Same time and place next week. I have plans for you.”
He left as Kevin finished and tentatively went to the bar and noted he had left immediately. Jeremy went over to Karl and his two friends.
“That was a real prize this week Kevin, eh?” said Karl. “He was beautiful.”
“He should be,” said Kevin, “it was my son.”
The look on their faces said it all and it took some telling before he was believed.
“I can’t possibly let him have sex with me next week,” said Kevin.
The smile on their faces suggested they knew Kevin better than he knew himself.
He changed at Karl’s apartment and walked the three miles home, waves of guilt mixed with a strange excitement washing over him. He has just been splattered with his own son’s cum. This revelation made the fact that he had just realised his son was gay, fall into second place in his mental priority list. He went through a range of emotions from disgust to embarrassment to excitement on that walk home.
Entering the flat, Jeremy was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, his sister already tucked up in bed.
“Have fun with the guys tonight then Dad?” called Jeremy.
“Fun, what do you mean by that?” snapped Kevin.
“Whoa there, who rattled your cage?” said his son. I just wondered if you had a good night with your mates.”
“Sorry son, yes I did, and you?”
“Yea, kinda low key but I did all I needed to,” he said.
In Kevin’s head he heard, “Including fucking your dad and cumming on his face?”
The next few days were a bit surreal. Every time he looked at Jeremy, he saw a pretty young man and remembered his stiff cock in his hand and then he blushed. Jeremy, of course was oblivious. He went about whatever he was going about. Kevin wondered if he was partaking of the many daytime gay delights while he was at work and felt slightly jealous. As the weekend approached again he had already made up his mind he wasn’t going to touch his son again, it was just not right even to think about it. He argued with himself that, after all, he hadn’t seduced his son, his son had seduced him. He, of course completely omitted in his argument that his son had no idea his father was giving him the pleasure.
Sunday was a day in haze. Stephanie had already announced she was going stir crazy and despite the fact that Jeremy was heading back to the U.K. on the Tuesday, she was heading out. Natalie, already used to the Sunday routine, had made her plans.
“So what are you doing tonight Jeremy,” said Kevin.
“Oh my friends from last weekend said they would like a repeat visit so I thought I would slip round there,” he replied.
“Oh God, he wants to fuck me again,” thought Kevin.
He knew he was going to go back, and he did!
Karl was waiting and they set off a little earlier as Kevin couldn’t afford the risk of being identified by Jeremy. That would be too much to bear. He had been drinking a little more than usual and felt quite good. He had a little bottle of poppers which he hoped might make Jeremy a little less caring and questioning if he turned up.
The bar was even quieter than usual and the darkroom at this earlier hour was quiet with just a few regulars floating around. Kevin dismissed all of them when they started to make a move on him and he slunk back into his little corner, terrified that he might be indentified. When he arrived, Jeremy entered the area with a entourage of older guys behind him. He was like a rose among thorns.
Jeremy made straight for Kevin’s little corner and fumbled his way around in the dark. When he felt Kevin’s leathers, Kevin was aware he was feeling for identification in the dark. He felt for the wrist strap and then his moustache before saying a quiet “Hi.”
“Fancy a private booth? “ He whispered.
“O.K.” said Kevin and followed Jeremy who had taken his hand.
Once in the dark corner booth, they bolted the door and Kevin was pleased that there was little light, just the odd silhouette. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin full on the lips, his tongue searching around in his mouth and his breath coming in short pants. Kevin reached down and felt Jeremy’s stiff cock. Jeremy started to strip what few clothes he was wearing until all he had on were his trainers. His clothes were hooked behind the door. Within the limitations of his tight leather gear, Kevin did likewise. He offered the poppers to Jeremy and when he inhaled them he was like an unleashed wild animal.
“Do whatever you want to me,” he said. “Fuck me.”
Standing with his pants at his ankles and his torso naked, Kevin reached for a condom and the lube dispenser. Jeremy turned to offer his rear as Kevin applied the gel. His fingers entered easily and Kevin realised his son was no virgin. Working with the gel, he managed three fingers into Jeremy’s arsehole while he whimpered with the finger fucking he was getting. Kevin stretched the condom over his cock and started to enter Jeremy. He enjoyed the way his hole enveloped his cock as he slid inside his son and, as Jeremy sniffed the poppers he started a merciless fuck of him.
He held Jeremy’s hips and hammered him. He could hear knocking at the door. The audience wanted to see but though Kevin decided this was his moment, Jeremy had other ideas and unclipped the door allowing it to swing inwards as he faced outwards. In the dull light, as Kevin fucked, he could see cocks being offered to Jeremy’s face and Jeremy readily accepted them, sucking two guys in turn as his father fucked him. In the dark, he heard one guy moan and realised he had just cum in Jeremy’s mouth. Another quickly took his place. Kevin was in heaven and had to keep slowing to prevent himself from cumming inside Jeremy. It was difficult to tell but he figured his son sucked off three guys before things quietened slightly and he was able to rebolt the door.
He slid his cock out and Jeremy then deliberately unbolted the door again and stuck his arse out while sucking Kevin’s now, unclad cock sniffing at the poppers as between sucks. It didn’t take long before Kevin saw Karl standing with his long cock in his hand sliding it slowly into his son. Jeremy was like a wild animal. Kevin had never seen such unbridled sexual passion. One of Karl’s other friends replaced Karl once it was obvious that Karl had just cum inside Jeremy and the lad continued to suck Kevin until he was ready to blast. Kevin stopped him from sucking as Karl’s friend came in him and Kevin was then once more able to bolt the door.
He stood Jeremy up and kissed him tasting the cum from the three earlier guys as he did so. Jeremy was everywhere at once, sucking Kevin’s cock, then sucking his nipples, then kissing him, fingering his arse, then pushing Kevin down to suck his cock. When he came, he stopped Kevin sucking and held his mouth open. He then slightly withdrew his cock and fired his load, like a hosepipe into Kevin’s eager mouth. His son’s cum had a thin texture and wonderful sweetness that Kevin gulped down as though it were a rare delicacy, which in many ways it was!
Jeremy did not forget his partner and surprised Kevin by standing up immediately after cumming and whispering, “Can I fuck you?”
“Can you manage?” said Kevin.
“Watch me,” replied his son.
Apart from a slight loss of hardness, his son’s cock did not drop at all and when Kevin bent over, the hard piece of meat that went inside him was back to full power. The cabin walls were shaking with the intensity of the fucking Jeremy received. Jeremy showed no mercy as he hammered at Kevin’s hole.
“I’m going to cum,” said Kevin, and that was without touching his cock.
“No, don’t, please,” pleaded the randy young man, quickly pulling out and swinging Kevin around.
He engulfed Kevin’s cock with his mouth and with one hand holding the stem, started to suck, sliding the foreskin back and sucking the head eagerly. Kevin’s knees buckled as he emptied a supply on cum that was more than he thought he could produce. Jeremy gagged at first and then kept sucking. He was a born cock sucker. The sound and his groaning as he did so, suggested that he was bringing himself off at the same time.
Jeremy stood after the sex and cuddled tight up to Kevin, kissing him on the cheeks and nipples.
“Can I meet you again when I come back in Summer,” he said in German.
“Yes,” said Kevin.
As they dressed, Jeremy slipped a pre-written piece of paper into Kevin’s waistcoat pocket, “My e-mail address,” he said.
Kevin already knew it but thanked him and told him he would write.
“Want to meet in the bar for a drink? “said Jeremy.
“Can’t really,” said Kevin, “I’m married.
“Oh I see, incognito,” he said in acknowledgement. “Any family?”
“Em, yes, a daughter and son.”
“Lucky son,” said Jeremy.
He left and Kevin stayed quietly in the darkroom until Karl came looking form him to let him know the coast was clear. His knees were weak but he knew, it wouldn’t be long before six whole weeks of Summer holidays.
Part 2 - Summer Vacation
Kevin looked at the small piece of paper in his hand with Jeremy’s e-mail address. Of course, he already knew Jeremy’s e-mail address as he was his dad so messaged him a couple of times a week, but the man looking at the piece of paper wasn’t his dad, he was the man who had had sex with Jeremy in a dark room twice in the last two weeks.
Since returning to England just three days ago, Kevin had e-mailed his son and had received an enthusiastic reply saying how much he had enjoyed being home with the rest of the family but he had to concentrate now on his final exams as this was his last term before going to university after the Summer break. Of course, he was coming back to Germany for the break and had already told the anonymous German man in the darkroom he wanted to meet for more fun. What worried Kevin was that if Jeremy ever found out that the German was in fact his dad, he may never speak to him again. He was therefore torn between the lust that had developed and his duty to his family.
It took a week before Bruno was created. Jeremy didn’t know the name of the darkroom friend so Kevin decided it would be Bruno and opened a Hotmail account accordingly. His first e-mail received an almost immediate and enthusiastic response from Jeremy saying how much he had enjoyed the encounter and he had never been so randy in all his life. He especially said he enjoyed being the centre of attraction when a few others in the darkroom had enjoyed his body too.
Over the forthcoming weeks, Kevin, his Dad kept Jeremy up to date with family life while Bruno kept telling Jeremy what he wanted to do to him. During the course of the messaging Kevin’s Bruno found out that when Jeremy had entered the darkroom it was a first. His sexual experiences had been limited to a brief encounter with a lad at school and now some full on fun with another 18 year old in his class called Simon. Simon and Jeremy had taken to exploring the gay scene at a nearby market town, limited as it was, and had had one threesome together. Jeremy went on to say that Simon had been very envious of his Berlin encounter and wished he could have been there. Secretly Kevin’s alter ego wished the same!
Bruno asked for a picture of Simon and was amazed to receive not only a picture but a full body frontal with a cute 18 year old (who looked a little younger), standing around five feet nine inches, very, very slim, extremely pale skin with dark red, tight curly hair and a few freckles. His cock looked to be around seven inches long but amazingly thick for his body size. Kevin’s Bruno drooled and then realised there were more attachments. The second was his son, also naked and obviously taken at the same time. It seemed so weird looking at his 18 year old son, stark naked and sporting a very stiff cock. The third attachment came as a shock as it showed Simon’s cock embedded into his son’s arse. Thankfully Kevin could see the top end of a condom but his own raging cock begged release and he wanked himself furiously while looking at these images on his screen before saving them to his secret file.
He spoke to his gay friend Karl, showing him the pictures and asked Karl how he could send a requested photo of himself without giving his game away. Karl set up a couple of action shots when he was screwing Kevin and they looked really good. Kevin had a small tattoo at the top of his left arm so it had to be carefully avoided in the shots. Karl then managed a full frontal of Kevin, with his head slightly turned, his leather jock on and cock showing over the top and just a hint of an artificial goatee beard showing, but no face as such. When Kevin looked he realised even he didn’t recognise himself so felt comparatively safe sending the pictures off to Jeremy and Simon.
The summer term was due to start during the last week in July and the Bruno version of Kevin couldn’t wait, teasing Jeremy about what he would do to him in the darkroom and what he wanted done. The advantage of a Sunday night for the darkroom foray was that in the early evening at around 9.00 pm just as it opened, it was quite quiet. Nothing much happened until after midnight and even then, Sundays were quiet with a workday the next day.
Jeremy then dropped a bombshell. Simon’s parents were going to be delayed in Hong Kong until the second week in August and the school had agreed to keep Simon for the two weeks until they could return and take him to their home in Yorkshire which was closed in their absence. Jeremy didn’t want to leave his best friend alone so had volunteered to stay with him at school. This was a blow to Kevin and to Bruno for different reasons.
When Kevin suggested he send out the return airfare for Simon to join the family in Berlin for two weeks it was accepted rapidly and an e-mail arrived in Bruno’s mailbox suggesting that the first darkroom meeting in Berlin might be a little more exciting than Bruno had envisaged. Bruno suggested to them that Karl join him too (if only to slightly muddy the waters and stop the two boys trying to work out just what Bruno looked like in the near dark. At least Simon hadn’t met Kevin but he didn’t want two lads working out the connection. What’s the old saying about two heads being better than one?
Late July came and a nervous Kevin met the two lads at Tegel airport when their London flight landed. Jeremy was as stunning as Kevin remembered him but Simon had a face to melt the heart. Kevin knew he was 18 years old but his cute, ‘little boy lost’ look accompanied by his dark red hair and freckles made him look like sweet little virgin, something Kevin knew he wasn’t! He had to take on his “caring dad” mantle so quickly organised the guys and got their luggage packed into his car for the trip back to the apartment. The lads chatted away to Kevin bringing him up to speed with life in the final few weeks as school. Both boys had their places reserved at university (grades permitting) with Jeremy going to Durham and Simon to Leeds. They were pleased that they would be quite close and able to meet most weekends.
Kevin thought, “I bet you are.”
Once back at the house the place erupted with hugs and chatter so Kevin left them to talk to his wife and daughter while tea was made.
Bruno, Kevin’s alter ego, already knew that Jeremy was going to bring Simon along to the bar where they had first met, on that first Sunday. Jeremy had said that Simon was inconsolable with excitement at the possibility of raunchy sex with a stranger. Bruno had told him that Karl would be there too so that no one was left out and once they had hooked up, they would head for the larger of the private cubicles for some fun. Jeremy had gone into great detail about how Simon had asked if he could fuck Bruno and, having seen a picture of Simon’s cock, Bruno wanted nothing more than the full length of it up his arse while he sucked his son.
The rest of the week dragged on. The boys spent the day sightseeing and went out on a couple of nights for a drink. Kevin was nervous that they might head for a gay bar, find something more interesting to do, and not turn up on Sunday so he had Karl check out the bar for him. He was pleased that the boys didn’t seem to venture in. Jeremy had said that he was still nervous about being in the bars on his own and only the fact that he had been very horny had taken him in that Sunday. Of course he also knew that his dad wouldn’t like him wandering the streets of Berlin late at night. The exception was, of course Sunday as he knew the whole family would be otherwise occupied until late.
On the Sunday, Kevin bade the lad farewell and asked them what they were doing, even though he knew full well. They mumbled about “going out for a burger and maybe a drink” and Kevin left with the excuse ringing in his ear. His wife was already off with her cronies and daughter Natalie was sleeping over at a friend’s as school was finished for the summer months.
Kevin arrived at Karl’s house around 7.00 pm and sat having a drink. He popped a Viagra as he was determined to get the best out of the night and Karl, excited at his part in the group, did likewise. As they chatted and sipped some wine, Kevin slowly transformed himself into leather-loving Bruno. He stripped naked and showered first, ensuring he was well cleaning for the fucking he hoped to get later. Karl stripped and helped and both men were hard as rocks as they showered together. Once dry, Kevin donned his cock ring, leather jockstrap with the zipped front, black t-shirt and leather waistcoat. Tonight he was wearing denims and he then put his leather studded wrist straps on before attaching his fake moustache. It was remarkable how different he looked, probably because Kevin was a very traditional dresser, the raunchy image before Karl now looked a lot more Bruno than Kevin.
It was almost 9.00 pm and the two men wanted to get to the bar as soon after opening as possible. Karl would hang out in the bar and follow the boys in but Kevin would have to be in the darkroom area before they arrived, just in case Jeremy recognised him as his dad! The bar was quiet, only about six people busily chatting in the half dark idly watching the hard core porn on the TV monitor. Kevin and Karl bought a couple of beers and after sipping a few times, Karl slipped into the darkroom. There were a couple of shapes visible in the far corner but the room was empty otherwise. It tended to stay quiet until almost midnight when drink made people randier. Kevin slid into his favourite spot where he could blend into the dark corner and watch the entrance and the dim light from the bar made it easier to see what entering trade looked like. Tonight he was only looking for two people and no one else and thankfully he was left alone.
As time passed a few drifted in, saw how quiet it was and drifted out. Thankfully it was not too warm an evening. From Kevin’s corner, he knew that the two large private cubicles were just outside the little fenced-in area and to the right. He stroked his cock idly as he watched, his heart thumping with anticipation. Then he saw Jeremy enter, followed clumsily by Simon who was having difficulty in the poor light. Jeremy made straight for the area occupied by Bruno and entered the open entrance, feeling his way around the sling and over to the exact spot where they had agreed to meet. As they headed his way, Kevin saw Karl follow on to wait at the entrance. Jeremy came over and stood next to Kevin.
“Bruno?” he whispered.
“Yes,” said Kevin, “glad you could make it. Let’s head for the cubicle.”
He took Jeremy’s hand and Jeremy took Simon’s hand and they led each other out and to the left to the larger of the two big cubicles. Karl followed on and the all slid inside just in time as a small entourage of older queens came trooping in, excited by the appearance of two young “Greek gods” in the darkroom area.
Kevin locked the door once all four were inside and said, “Hi,” again.
Jeremy whispered an introduction to Simon and Karl whispered who he was before Kevin felt a hand stroking his crotch.
“I’ve missed this,” he said to Kevin, “and Simon here can’t wait to get fucking.”
Jeremy kissed Kevin fully on the mouth and as he did so Kevin felt another hand stroking his exposed cock. He knew it was Simon.
“I’ll go talk to Karl,” said Jeremy, “while you and Simon get acquainted.”
Simon was very soft and smaller than Jeremy and Kevin had to stoop to kiss him. His mouth was soft and moist and his lips very tender. His facial hair was soft with light stubble but was almost that of a younger boy. Kevin put his hand down to find that Simon had already dropped his jeans and the piece of meat that stood out convinced Kevin that this was no boy. The uncut brute was between eight and nine inches and thick as his arm. The foreskin was slightly peeled back and the moistness of pre-cum could be felt at the head. Kevin dropped to his knees and took as much as he could into his mouth, sliding the foreskin back and forth as he worked his lips around the head. As he sucked, Jeremy and Karl’s cocks came to either side and he ended with a feast of cock meat which he sucked in turn. Clothes were coming off above his head and each guy hung his little bunch on separate hooks for easy identification later. Soon apart from boots and shoes, all were naked and, as Kevin turned once more to kiss his son, he felt Simon’s cock already at his buttocks.
“He wants to fuck you raw,” whispered Jeremy. “I struggle to take him so he has never had a chance to fuck a guy properly before. I usually fuck him. Can you take it?”
“Try to stop me,” said Kevin with his Bruno, pigeon English accent.
Jeremy went to Simon and helped him stretch a condom on his cock. Kevin lubed his own arse as he wanted to be sure there was enough. He then heard Jeremy ask Karl if he would fuck him and Karl said he would so a similar lubrication went ahead there.
Kevin bent over the bench against the wall of the cubicle and Simon started his onslaught. He was going a bit too fast and Kevin had to take the cock and gently and slowly guide it into his arse, stretching his ring slowly. Not such a problem with his son who was bent, facing his dad with Karl already well into him and fucking him quite hard. Jeremy kissed his dad as softly as the hard fucking would allow and as Kevin concentrated on holding Jeremy’s chin with his fingers to steady his mouth, Simon’s impatience made him make one final push forcing his whole cock into Kevin.
“Fuckin’ Hell,” he said in a very English accent then quickly muttered a few German swearwords before Jeremy could question his sudden Englishness.
Simon muttered over and over again, “Oh my God, Oh my God,” as the smooth tight tunnel of Kevin’s arse enveloped his cock and gripped it’s entire length as he started to really get fucking. Kevin used his hands to grip Simon’s hips behind him holding his body tightly to his to make it seem as one.
There was a sudden cursing as Karl’s excitement ruined his involvement as he shot his load into Jeremy’s arse. He uttered apologies but said he had been just too excited.
“Forgive me,” he said donning his clothes as he slid out of the cubicle. It took all his efforts to push back the audience who were grouped outside the door trying hard to seeing the dark and also trying to get in.
Kevin was having none of it and firmly locked the door while still impaled on Simon’s cock. Jeremy then offered his cock to Kevin’s mouth and started to face fuck him. After a few moments he pulled out, grabbed a condom from the bowl on the shelf and stretched it on to Kevin.
“Fuck me,” he said.
Kevin stood, with Simon still attached and Jeremy slid himself back on to Kevin’s cock. The fucking began with Kevin pushing back on to Simon and forward into Jeremy. The rhythm worked really well and it wasn’t too long before Simon announced he was going to cum if he didn’t stop.
“Can I taste you both?” asked Kevin.
Both boys stood, with Kevin lying back on the bench and gently stroked their cocks as Kevin wanked his. When Simon came, his thin, warm fluid shot out like a hosepipe and splattered rather than sprayed his face. Warm splashes hit Kevin’s face and neck in copious quantity and as he was just trying to get some in his mouth, a second eruption coated him from the other side. Kevin managed to cover the head of Simon’s cock and finish the last few dollops before sucking Jeremy too and cumming on his own belly.
All three were sweltered and Kevin was awash with cum. The boys kindly ripped some paper towelling and helped him remove the worst of it. Kevin carefully wiped around his sodden moustache ensuring that it stayed in place.
As they dressed the boys talked enthusiastically about the session. In their excitement to plan the initial meeting they had made no further plans and were suddenly aware of this fact.
“Can’t we meet somewhere so that I can see what you look like?” asked Jeremy.
“Maybe,” he said, knowing that he couldn’t. “Let’s e-mail during the week and we’ll discuss the next session before Simon goes home to England.”
The boys left, fighting their way through desperate, groping hands as they left. When Kevin eventually left he heard a few comments about him being a “lucky bastard.” Of course luck didn’t really come into it at this stage.
Waiting, as usual, Kevin left the darkroom shortly afterwards and said his goodbyes to Karl who was talking to someone with a self-satisfied look on his face. Kevin left by the side door and made his way back to Karl’s on his own to clean up and change into normal clothes before heading on home. He was back before either of the boys returned and he went to bed, still feeling his usual guilty self after these events.
Back at the bar, Karl was bursting with enthusiasm. After all he had just fucked his best friend’s son. The guy he was talking to enquired as to the source of his exuberance and Karl felt he had to tell someone, so he did.
On the Monday, Kevin in his guise as Bruno made arrangements with Jeremy to meet both him and Simon again the following Sunday but when he returned home as Kevin that night, he was informed by Jeremy that Simon’s parents were going back to Britain from Hong Kong a week early and Simon was keen to see them so had booked an earlier flight home to be with them. Jeremy was putting on a brave face but Kevin sensed his pal, was a bit more than just a friend and he was quite upset that he was leaving.
On Tuesday at work, Kevin’s Hotmail account had a message, as he expected, from Jeremy, telling him that he would be alone on the Sunday and not with Simon. Kevin certainly was going to miss that enormous cock going back inside him but Jeremy said he would be happy to “fuck his brains out.” The remainder of the week had Jeremy and “Bruno” discussing in details what was going to happen in the privacy of a private booth in the darkroom the following Sunday.
Kevin was aware after Simon’s return home on the Thursday, that Jeremy was sullen and withdrawn. He was also aware that that Jeremy’s meeting with Bruno was important in keeping his libido going and Kevin was looking forward to a really hard session, without Karl this time.
When Sunday came Kevin walked into the bar as usual to be met with a surprisingly busy crowd. It was the most people he had seen in the bar this early in all the time he had been coming. He also had the distinct feeling they were looking at him but shrugged it off when Karl said he was imagining things. Kevin had a sinking feeling when he went to the darkroom to find it was also busy even though no one seemed to be doing anything. They were just standing around. He fought his way to his favourite corner and waited. He could just make out the entrance in the dark though he had to focus hard with the movement outside his little area. He saw Jeremy working his way through the crowd and virtually fighting his way over to the corner.
Once Jeremy realised he was beside Bruno, he whispered, “What’s happening?”
“I’ve no idea,” said Bruno, “but let’s make our way to a booth.”
Every booth, though not actually occupied, had someone standing just inside and blocking the entrance. The two guys tried them all but couldn’t get into any of them. No one was having sex and all were just standing around, some feeling their crotches and some openly wanking exposed cocks.
“What can we do?” whispered Bruno.
“We can cancel the sex or we can use the open public area,” said Jeremy nodding to a surprisingly quiet part of the darkroom area with a padded bench in the middle.
“I can’t subject you to that,” said Bruno.
“What if I said it would turn me on?” said Jeremy.
There had to be around thirty to forty people in the darkroom and Bruno was a little nervous but Jeremy with the lack of caution that only an inexperienced, horny teenager can have, took his hand and lead him through the throng to the bench. He started to kiss Bruno and caress his crotch and the crowd slowly closed around leaving them just enough room for their action.
Jeremy whispered,” This is making me so fucking horny. I’m going to fuck your brains out and everyone’s going to see.”
He took complete control and stripped Bruno out of all his clothes until he was naked apart from his shoes and socks. He licked him, sucked him, kissed his nipples and then took his cock in his mouth. There was enough light for the audience to see the action though the light distorted features. Soon Jeremy was stripped too and his hard cock stuck outwards and upwards as Kevin/Bruno dropped to suck it. The foreskin was already soaked with precum and Kevin slurped, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head before engulfing it with his mouth. Jeremy was becoming loud.
“Yea suck me, suck my cock,” he shouted, obviously enjoying his role as porn stud. “I’m going to fuck your arse until you’re raw!”
Kevin heard a murmur of agreement from the assembled audience the from somewhere at the back in German, he heard someone say, “Yea that’s it, fuck your Daddy!”
Kevin froze.
After a few seconds, he decided that it was just a phrase, after all the word “Daddy” is often used when a younger guy has an older guy.
Jeremy had turned Kevin around and had him bent over the bench. He spread Kevin’s buttocks and delved his tongue in to lubricate. All around, pants were halfway down and cocks were being wanked. Jeremy made a really messy, slurping job of Kevin’s arse, giving a vocal commentary when he could of what he was experiencing.
“God you’re so tight. My tongue feels so good in your hole. I can’t wait to screw your arse!”
Another voice said, in English this time, “Go on let’s see you fuck your Daddy.”
Jeremy, obviously believing this was some kind of role-play, joined in the fun and started to address Kevin as “Daddy,” presumable because he thought this is what his audience wanted to hear.
“Right Daddy, I’m going to fuck you now, are you ready?”
A terrified Kevin grunted a “yes.”
He felt the cold lube spread on his hole and the exposed moment when Jeremy stood up to stretch a condom over his cock. This was followed by the pressure of Jeremy’s cockhead against his hole and the gentle pushing to open the ring to allow access.
“Oh Daddy, that feels so good,” said Jeremy. “Take my big cock all the way.”
His cock slid into Kevin with little resistance and Jeremy started to fuck, referring to “Daddy” as he went. As he fucked, all Hell let loose and hands started to paw them both. Kevin could feel hands between his legs, gripping Jeremy’s cock and feeling its progress in and out of his hole. Fingers joined Jeremy’s organ as it pushed. Someone straddled the bench and offered his cock to Kevin and Kevin accepted. He was sure many hands would be stroking Jeremy behind him and judging from his frantic groaning, Jeremy was enjoying the attention.
Kevin could feel the warm splashes as members of the surrounding group couldn’t contain themselves and warm splashes of cum were gently splatting on his back. At first it was just the odd spray as guys couldn’t quite aim away but as the fucking became intense, the volume increased until Kevin could feel it running down his back and side.
Jeremy had a firm grip on Kevin’s hips as he thrust his cock fully into Kevin. Kevin turned slightly to see what was happening and saw two guys taking turns to kiss him. In the gloom behind, Kevin was aware that someone looked like they were fucking Jeremy as he fucked Kevin.
“I’m going to cum in your arse, Daddy,” said Jeremy as he thrust one final hard push into Kevin and he felt the blood course into Jeremy’s cock as his cum disgorged into the condom.
That released a deluge of cum and as Kevin turned to see what was happening his face and neck were sprayed from all directions as others tried to coincide with Jeremy’s orgasm. When Jeremy pulled out, Kevin turned and a tall bearded guy dropped to his knees and engulfed Kevin’s cock quickly and expertly bringing him to a swift and copious orgasm in the guy’s mouth.
Once again, as the crowd dispersed, Jeremy thoughtfully ripped kitchen towel and helped Kevin mop up. No reference was made to “Daddy,” and the only comment he made in the ensuing silence was, “That was fucking awesome.”
They quietly dressed and Jeremy was ready first so he said to Kevin, “I’ll e-mail you,” and left.
When Kevin came out into an already much quieter bar, Karl was standing sheepishly in the corner.
“You told someone who he was, didn’t you? Kevin asked.
“Just one person,” said Karl.
“Just one person with a lot of friends,” said Kevin angrily. “That could have ruined everything, don’t you realise.”
Kevin was really angry as he left and went back to change at the flat before heading home. Jeremy was already in bed.
When Kevin returned from work the following night, Jeremy was sitting in the lounge, “Dad, I don’t want to upset you but I want to go back to the UK for the rest of the holidays”
“This is a bit sudden isn’t it?” said Kevin. “Where would you stay?”
“Simon’s parents have said I could stay there.”
“But why, Jeremy, is something wrong,” asked Kevin.
“I’m kinda missing Simon,” he replied and then burst into tears.
As Kevin comforted him, Jeremy confessed that he was gay and Simon was, in fact, his lover. Kevin was thankful his wife and daughter were not at home. Simon’s words were pouring out now saying how he had met someone here in Berlin and he thought it would take his mind off Simon but it hadn’t. He said it had made him miss him all the more.
Kevin, of course, said that whether he was gay or not he would still love him (conveniently missing out that he already had, in more ways than one). When Simon calmed down, Kevin suggested they make up another excuse for Jeremy’s return for his mother and they decided that they would say that Simon’s parents wanted the boys to join them on a holiday in Scotland.
In some ways, as Kevin said goodbye to his son on the Friday morning, and Bruno had already said his goodbyes through the internet, he was secretly glad that the episode had been forced to finish without Jeremy being any the wiser. He also felt much closer to him knowing both him and his partner, more intimately than they could ever have known.
Of course, Sunday was only two days away!!
kewtieboy@hotmail.com
Monday, December 01, 2008
The Secret of a Happy Marriage (Part 1)
The Secret of a Happy Marriage
Part 1 – Discovering each other
by kewtieboy
bi/voyeur/dogging/swinging/oral/anal/ir
An imaginative sex life in their early married life soon is not enough and Paul and Kate find there are many other things they can do to keep their married life exciting
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Kate and I thought we were pretty raunchy. We had been at it in all situations and positions since we had met. When I was still at college, all our friends used to joke about us. We were called “the rabbits,” as we were always either ‘at it’ or about to do ‘it.’
We met at university and were the typical 18/19 year old couple, studying and drinking. We partied hard and we eventually started to have sex. It was quite difficult as both of us shared flats with larger groups so we would often be interrupted in the middle of a good shagging by one of her, or my, flatmates coming in to ask something, completely oblivious to my dick sunk into her cunt.
I was always on heat but one memory stays in my mind. This memory was like a small seed which stayed there and only started to grow years later and as the beginning of the period in our lives I will be describing here.
The situation was the reverse of the one above. I walked into a room while one of my flatmates, Gerry, was “entertaining.” We had been partying all evening and Kate wasn’t there that night (exams were due). I needed something from the room and walked in to find Gerry’s girlfriend of the week giving him a blow job. I was mesmerised. I had never seen another erect cock in real life, let alone that of someone I knew. The main thing was its size. Gerry easily had over 9 inches and Lucy was slurping on it, completely oblivious to my presence. As I froze and watched, she clambered up and sunk her open thighs down on to Gerry’s big cock. My own cock went brick hard in an instant. They still were not aware of my presence, the alcohol dulling their senses, so I was able to stand slightly back, just inside the doorway and watch them have sex. She rode his dick as he lay on his back facing in my direction yet oblivious to me. Gerry started to groan and Lucy pulled his cock out allowing me to see the fountain of cum the jetted out of his cock and up on to her belly. My cock was so hard, I had to slip out quickly and head for my own room where I had a frenzied wank over the images I had just seen.
That image was the food of my masturbation for some time and I convinced myself that it was Lucy’s cunt being fucked that caused me to cum. My brain knew differently. It was the thought of Gerry’s large cock that gave me excitement. I never quite looked at him the same way again.
I was able to watch him again in action with Lucy when Kate and I shared a room with them on a weekend away to Brighton. We came in late and Kate fell asleep. I feigned sleep and waited, hardly able to breath, watching through half open eyes and hoping they would do it again. They did and, on this occasion I was able, in the half light from the street lamps outside, to watch his entire sex act from beginning to end. I gently and slowly stroked my cock under the covers, fearful that I might waken Kate next to me. I was able to time my orgasm to his and it almost felt like I was with them.
Time moved on and I left university seeking fame and fortune as a civil engineer. Kate and I became an item and bought a flat of our own. Kate started in marketing and our joint salaries were enough to give us a few luxuries. Gerry moved to Germany and we kept in touch briefly but not for long. I never saw Lucy after that and neither did he.
By now me at 25 and Kate at 24, we still were having a great sex life and had expanded our fun to include some role play (I made a great fireman) and our favourite which was outdoor sex. We would take the car out to the country, park in a lay-by and take a walk into the woods in the dark sometimes stripping completely naked while we fucked against a tree. One of our favourite venues was to walk to a large park nearby which had open playing fields and was surrounded on two sides by well lit roads. If you stood in the middle, you could not be seen in the open dark space but the street lights in the distance silhouetted anyone walking towards you giving plenty time to dress if needed. We, in the meantime had the excitement of being naked in an open urban environment.
This moved up a notch to us both dressing in coats and going out with nothing underneath. I would put on some tracksuit bottoms and shoes then just button the coat up to the neck, while she would be similarly dressed with her naked breasts underneath. While we walked to the park through the late night streets, hand in hand, we would slide our tracksuit bottoms down so that they still showed from coat bottom to shoes, but we were naked apart from that. When things were quiet, she would put her hand through the button front of my coat and grip my erect cock. The excitement of passing other people while being in this state aroused us no end and the ensuing fuck would be amazing.
Looking back now, I realise that it was going to have to escalate. We always needed more!
The escalation started quite by accident. Kate in my eyes was an attractive woman. She wasn’t stunning, she wasn’t a show stopper but she was a brunette with short hair, slim body, 5 feet 4 inches tall and nicely equipped in the breast department (38” for the curious). I found her sexually attractive and I use the word “sexually” carefully as some women can be good looking but not sexy. Kate was sexy as she looked like someone who would do whatever it took to have fun! We had located a likely new venue which was a quiet lay-by on a main road near town where we could park back from the road and wander into bushes to the rear to have our outside sex. One Friday night we drove down. There were a couple of cars in the large lay-by but since no one was in either we thought nothing of it. Hand in hand we wandered into the bushes and walked a safe distance into the darkness. Within 10 minutes I had Kate naked and was fucking her hard against a tree trunk. I was close to cumming and she was being quite noisy when I noticed a guy watching. He stood a little back in the darkness but the moonlight gave an eerie glow to him. He watched intently and his cock was in his hand. The guy was in his 40’s and not unattractive.
I was about to stop the fuck but he held his finger to his lips as if to ask me to keep it all quiet and I decided to keep going. A slight movement made me look the other way and another guy, around 30 years old was also watching and wanking. Kate, facing the tree, saw nothing. My cock suddenly found a new life and I started fucking Kate with a new zeal. I felt something between me and Kate and the younger of the two guys was next to me, holding my cock as it entered Kate, his fingers slipping into her as he did so. I assume Kate, at this moment, thought it was me but the feel of a stranger’s hand, albeit another man took me to the edge and I emptied my balls into Kate as she screamed her orgasm in unison with mine. As my cock slid out, the young guy next to me slipped his fingers back into Kate and then lifted them to his lips and licked my spent cum off them, almost theatrically, to show me he enjoyed it. He then slipped away into the dark and I watched in stunned amazement as he went.
“What?” said Kate.
“What do you mean, what?” I said.
“What are you looking at in the dark?” she said.
“Let’s go back to the car and I’ll tell you,” I replied.
As we drove home I explained exactly what had happened.
“Why didn’t you tell me some perv had his fingers in my cunt?” she said, half in jest.
“Because I didn’t want it to stop,” I said a little sheepishly.
“I think we need to talk,” she replied with a slightly hopeful note in her voice.
Talk we did. The main problem is that our exciting sex life had been just that – ours. Involving others changed the rules and we were both frightened we might go off each other, or find someone else in the process. We were open and honest though I hadn’t told her that I got something out of the guy handling me that I never thought I would. That was something I would have to broach carefully.
“You know I’m highly sexed,” she continued, “and I love the theatre of the sex we have. It’s so much more exciting than just lying on the bed, missionary style. We use toys but I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to actually be fucked twice, or even more, one after the other by more than you. I have to admit, when I’m alone I often bring myself off thinking about a row of big cocks and knowing they are all going to fuck me. You would like looking at big cocks fucking me, wouldn’t you?”
I felt that perhaps the time was right. “To be honest Kate, I love looking at big cocks anyway, but ones that you were going to have would be ten times better.”
I waited and she looked. “You wouldn’t want another woman to join us then?”
“I know it sounds silly but the answer is that I wouldn’t, I would actually be slightly jealous,” I said.
“So would I,” she replied. “Jeez, so my boyfriend likes cock too!”
“Not like that,” I said defending myself.
She smiled and I felt she wasn’t fully convinced, but then neither was I. That warm hand on my cock had done something and a guy getting off while licking my cum had done something else to me.
We talked about different scenarios during our odd “missionary sex” nights and I came with the sort of force I hadn’t since being a teenager. I suppose the honesty of what I was saying relaxed me. How to progress was the next phase and we were both frightened of meeting someone on the net in case we chickened out. For the same reason neither of us were ready for swingers clubs or anything of that ilk, mainly because we wanted an extra guy rather than a couple.
That was why, around three weeks later, we found ourselves just after midnight, hand in hand, strolling through the bushes at the same lay-by. Initially we seemed to be alone. Kate was wearing a coat over just a pair of panties. I was wearing track suit bottoms and t-shirt with a short jacket over the top, condoms and lube in my pocket just in case. It was cool and we were scantily dressed but it wasn’t the temperature that had us shivering, it was apprehension and some fear.
In the half moonlight I noticed, as we entered a clearing, some single shapes around. I realised we had walked in a semi-circle and were probably almost on our way back to the lay-by, so these shapes must have come from drivers in the cars we had seen parked who, knowing the area better than us had “headed us off at the pass,” and just waited for us to inevitably head their way. A cigarette glowed in one corner and I could make out three single guys, all standing watching what we would do.
I lead Kate to a slightly sheltered area and leaned her against a tree, my back to the audience, and started to kiss her. She was shivering. I slid her coat off her shoulders leaving her in just her panties and shoes. I kissed her nipples and then knelt in front of her to slip her panties down and off so she stood naked. At last my cock was rising. I pulled off my t-shirt and she slid my track suit bottoms down gripping my cock, and then dropped to her knees to suck it softly. As I looked, the guys came closer, carefully at first.
I could make them out in the moonlight. The first was my thirty year old, who was obviously a regular. He was a good looking guy in jeans and leather jacket, clean shaven and well built. His flies were undone and his cock stuck out and was held carefully in his hand. It looked to be about 7 inches, the same as mine. Alongside him was an Indian looking guy, who would have been around 40. He was of slight build and was also clean shaven and gripping a slightly smaller cock in his hand. The trio was completed by a stocky, shaven headed guy with a stubble, wearing t-shirt, jeans and a dark jacket. He also had his hand in front slightly covering my view of his cock.
They were all close, very close. Kate looked up and smiled. Shaven head walked forward and offered his cock to her. It was around 6 inches long but extremely thick and Kate just looked at me, smiled, and wrapped her lips around it. I stood slightly back and the Indian guy stepped forward and let Kate alternate between him and shaven head. They each loosened trousers and let them fall so that she could hold their balls. I stood and wanked while I watched.
Cold hands took over the grip on my cock and I found myself with the 30-something alongside slowly wanking me as I watched. He took my hand and made me take his cock in my hand. It felt wonderful to feel a hard man’s cock. He smiled at me and dropped to his knees to take my cock in his mouth. I looked at Kate as she looked back then did a double take as she realised what was happening. I gave her a “what can I do” look and she smiled as though to tell me to relax and enjoy.
As she returned to her ministrations, the Asian guy squirted a copious volume of cum straight at her face and mouth and she gave a little squeal as it hit her. Shaven head followed suit and left her with a generous coating of cum dripping off her face. I realised I would have to go and help her as her two sidekicks graciously dressed quickly and left.
“Fuck her for me,” said my cocksucker. “Let me see you fuck her.”
I was happy to oblige and went over to Kate with him following behind. He leaned over and started to kiss Kate, licking the cum off her face as he did so. She responded, sharing the cum with him. I stood behind her and gently teased my cock into her cunt with her bending slightly forward to continue the kissing. As I picked up the pace and started to really fuck her, she stood more upright to give me easier access and my bisexual friend the knelt down and went between her legs. Kate opened slightly to give access and he started to use his tongue to lick her clitoris and my pounding cock and the same time. His other hand cupped my balls and a finger strayed to lightly finger my arse hole. His tongue fucking brought Kate to one of her quickest orgasms and the noise she made sounded like a fox on heat! I came almost simultaneously and the grunt from below suggested my friend had brought himself off to coincide with us.
He, like his sidekicks quickly made himself decent and was gone before I could wipe the residue cum of the end of my cock. It was a pity as I had a few fantasy ideas for him back at our place some other time.
On the way home, Kate and I were high as kites. We giggled like a couple of teenagers and she was happier than I had seen her for ages.
“That was so-oo naughty,” she said. “I loved being in control of all that testosterone,” she continued.
“I think you were actually coated in that testosterone,” I joked.
We continued like this all the way home and Kate was rewarded with a second performance from me. Not usually a “twice a night” man, she realised how turned on I had been.
We discussed it over the next few nights and a repeat visit the following week had been unsuccessful though we managed a nice open-air fuck. Kate confessed she was very turned on my being surrounded by guys, all wanting her. She was also surprised to find she enjoyed seeing me being serviced.
“It means I don’t have to worry if you’re alright when I see you getting a blowjob too,” she said.
The possibilities of being able to explore this side of me, and have Kate there as well had me as horny as hell, though I must say I was scared as hell too as I wasn’t sure quite what aspect of male sex I wanted as I still loved Kate.
Nothing much happened during the late Spring and early Summer and we were excitedly preparing for our Summer holiday. We had booked an all-inclusive holiday in a child-free resort in Cancun. We both thought it would be great not to hear screaming kids around and hopefully be able to socialise with other couples.
Well it certainly was all inclusive and we took three days just to sober up after overindulging on arrival. We latched on to Brian and Sue, a slightly younger couple than us, who had been married since 18, and were now 22 and going through a rocky patch. Sue’s parents had helped them pay for the expensive holiday they were now enjoying. They were very up front about their problems. Sue was a short haired blonde (though I figured not as blonde below as above). She looked a bit like a young Dolly Parton with the mammary glands to go with it and she, like Brian, was from Essex in the South of England.
Now some readers might not know the “Essex girls” image but they are (probably unfairly) attributed to being all tits and no brains. I have to say, in the case of Sue, it was true. However she had a simple honesty and stunning good looks. She just said what she thought without realising the effect it might have on others. It was refreshing, if sometimes embarrassing!
On night three, we were all sitting in a quiet corner of the lounge, some entertainment in the background keeping the masses happy. Sue and Kate were at one table and Brian and I at another. Brian was quite drunk and our conversation was at a level where I felt Brian wanted to open out more about him and Sue. I was keen to hear any juicy details about their sex life he might want to divulge. Brian was a good looking lad. He was short-haired with a couple of tattoos (one on each arm) and was of a muscular build for his short body size. He stood around 5 feet and 7 inches but what there was of him was solid. If I were being honest, I found him sexually attractive but kept putting that idea out of my head as he seemed besotted with his current problems inside his marriage.
“….says I’m not man enough to keep her fully happy. That’s not fair, is it?”
My brain drifted back in from my sizing up of Brian, just in time to hear those words.
“Sorry Brian, I was miles away. In what way does she say you’re not man enough?”
He ignored my question and said, “How big are you, you know, downstairs?”
“You mean, when in action?” I asked.
“Yea.”
“I suppose about 7 inches or so,” I replied.
“You see, that’s it. I’m a bit over 5 inches and she says she wants to feel a really big cock in her. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Can I ask a question that might offend you Brian, but it’s not meant to?” I asked.
“Fire away,”
“How would you feel watching a guy with a big cock fucking Sue?”
He looked at me, ready to explode with annoyance that I should suggest any other man stuck his dick into his wife but within 10 seconds, his flushed, angry-look mellowed.
“Being honest?” he said.
I nodded.
“My cock’s getting hard just with you saying the words.” He continued. “We have talked about it but I keep chickening out. Did you see the two Caribbean type black guys who work in the gardens; well she said she would love both of them to fuck her while I watched?”
“Brian, I would love to watch that too,” I said with a smile on my face.
I looked over and it seemed the girls were similarly sharing intimate conversation judging by the furtive glances and guilty smiles in our direction. I also felt I was being spoken about and wondered if Kate was bragging about my cock size or our dogging experiences.
“You have a great video camera, don’t you?”
I snapped back into our conversation. “Yes, why?”
“If we do it, you could film it.”
“I don’t think Sue might like the idea of a strange couple watching her being shagged by two black strangers with an audience of 3 and a film crew,” I said.
He smirked and adjusted his obvious erection.
“You’re fucking hard too aren’t you? He said. “Bet you wouldn’t mind a poke at her either. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a poke at Kate”
So the ingredients were there for some horny fun but how the hell were we to find the recipe to make something extremely exciting happen. I stood up to go for a pee and Brian toddled on behind me. As I stood at the urinal he came alongside and looked down at my cock, struggling to drop from full erection to a level which would allow me to piss. His own was sticking out rock hard.
“I see what you mean,” he said looking down at me. “Look what all this talk has done to me too.” He gently wanked his cock back and forth, making it jump even harder, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the head.
At that moment, I wouldn’t have minded covering it with my own mouth but I didn’t think that is where he wanted this to go. Someone else’s entrance to the toilet broke the moment and we stuffed cocks back into trousers.
The conversation didn’t quite return to its sexual subject again that night and it wasn’t until Kate and I were safely back in our room that I told her what had happened. She confirmed that a similar conversation had been happening between her and Sue. Sue loved Brian but as he had more or less been her first love, she wanted to experience something really raunchy and dirty, preferably with Brian present and involved.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told her about our excursions and it really grabbed her interest. She asked if you could get one or both of the black gardeners interested in a fuck session and asked if we could go too.”
“So much for a romantic retreat,” I said.
I wasn’t exactly sure that the two big-brute gardeners were the sort of guys you just walked up to and said, “Hey we’ve got a couple of wives here we’d like you to fuck, any problems?”
Quite apart from the fact that they would be in fear of their jobs if they did mix with guests, I felt sure that they might be a) religious; b) married; c) maybe even gay. It was later that afternoon while Brian and I were trying hard to return to the glorious drunken state of the previous evening and were sinking a few beers when I looked to see where Kate and Sue were and my heart sunk!
Over in quiet corner of the gardens, our two lovely wives were chatting to the two, tall, coal black, manly gardeners and the gardeners seemed happy to be talking. As I nudged Brian and we looked over, I saw both guys look in our direction as we quickly pretended to be looking at something else. My cock started to rise in my shorts. The thought of seeing Kate with a black cock in her, the thought of seeing Sue naked and with a black cock in her (and perhaps mine too) and, to be honest, the thought of actually handling a black cock saw that my dick was tenting in seconds.
Could the girls pull this one off? It seemed a long shot, especially all the rules and protocols inside hotels of this size. The only thing that might make it happen was the fact that we had a near beach bungalow which could be accessed from the beach if security could be dodged.
It was over thirty minutes later when the guys returned to work and the girls rejoined us, saying nothing initially.
“Well?” I said loudly.
“Well, what?” said Kate.
“You know; what were you talking about?”
“Oh you mean to Al and Lester,” said Kate coyly while smirking to Sue. “Well they are originally from Barbados and working here for the season. They seem really nice guys but are finding all these couples a bit off putting as they are single and not getting any.”
“Poor lads,” I said.
“Sue and I suggested a possible answer to their dilemma and, but they thought we were winding them up and I don’t think they took the bait. I told them we were in beach bungalows and they could come by any time but I have a feeling they are in fear of their jobs.”
“Pity” said I.
“We could always meet without them,” said Kate.
“The sooner the better,” said Sue, looking at my tenting shorts. “I can’t wait to see that myself, after what Kate has said.”
Brian was quiet. “Where do I come into this?”
“Oh don’t worry Brian, someone will make sure you get a blow job, even if it’s Paul,” said Kate, looking at me with a smile on her face.
Brian went quiet, so I took him off to the bar to reassure him he would be joining in and he should stick with me for advice. Within ten minutes he was like a rampant terrier with a stiff cock and a lot of questions as I made sure I told him what he needed to get him to the boil.
The tryst was to be at our bungalow after 10.00 pm so after dinner we all took drinks and headed there. We took it in turns to freshen up and the girls stayed in dressing gowns while we guys dropped to t-shirt and shorts. Kate had never been fucked by another man since we had met but we had discussed it and agreed that both of us would enjoy when the right time came. This seemed to be the right time.
Sue walked over and sat between Brian and me on the sofa and placed her hands, one on each cock. I was already hard. Kate watched and then walked over to Brian and knelt in front of him, kissing him fully on the lips. Sue swung a leg over me and did the same. Within a few minutes, both of us were on the couch with opposite wives, kneeling between our legs sucking cock. Brian was groaning with pleasure. I was glad as I worried he might have chickened out of this but he was already randy. Sue was a great cock-sucker and enjoyed the extra length of my cock, passing compliments on its size between slurps. It looked like a scene from a porno movie. In fact I clicked on my video camera to make it a scene from a porno movie!
“Oh this is really nice. I’m feeling all warm and woozy,” said Sue as she licked my cock.
I was sure the booze she had consumed contributed in some part to that feeling but the compliment was still welcomed. Brian was saying nothing. He was laying back on the couch, his cock as hard as a rock and his head slumped back and eyes closed. Kate was giving good head as I knew she could.
The gentle knock on the door made us all jump.
It was Sue and Brian’s chalet so our main worry was that it was someone from hotel staff doing some kind of bed turn-down so Kate and I dashed into a corner, out of eyeshot of the door while Sue wrapped a bath towel around her and Brian covered himself with a cushion.
I couldn’t hear but there was a man at the door. Suddenly I heard Sue inviting him in and in walked Al, one of the gardeners who pushed Sue gently just inside the door and in one swoop, untied her towel and kissed her as it dropped to the floor. This guy was horny!
Kate walked over to Brian, whose eyes were on stalks as his wife was being seduced, and she knelt to continue her oral administrations.
“Holy shit!”
I looked up and Al had suddenly noticed Kate and then me.
“Wow, a fucking orgy,” he said.
“With the emphasis on the fucking, I hope,” said I.
Sue was hungrily unfastening Al’s baggy cream pants and they dropped easily to the floor. His horrendous purple boxer shorts had a projection at the front that promised to be a pleasure to watch in action. This tall, black skinned guy was fondling Sue’s beautiful upright tits with both hands as she tried to pull off his t-shirt to get him as nude as we were. Kate left Brian and joined her, dropping to her knees and pulling the shorts down allowing a wonderful, stiff, massive cock to slowly bounce out. It looked to be around 10 inches or so and beautifully thick. He was cut, unlike Brian and I and Kate dropped to her knees her satisfied groans as she attempted to swallow the impossible length. Her saliva glistened against the dark skin of his cock and his tight balls seemed obscenely too small for the appendage above them. Kate still fondled them as she serviced Al and his frantic, almost aggressive kissing of Sue suggested he was building him nicely for action.
I did not ask for permission but filmed the action with no complaints from the horny gardener. He pushed them both back to the couch and Brian jumped up as the girls headed backwards towards the space he occupied. They flopped back down, their naked bodies glistening and the dark slashes of their vaginas moist with the excitement so far. He opened both girls’ legs in turn and started to lick them out. His long tongue seemed to be working well as each girl moaned in turn as he went to work. As he licked one, he fingered the other. Brian and I stood watching. He cupped his balls with one hand and wanked slowly with the other. I tried to film with my left and wank with my right.
“Awesome,” said Brian.
We both walked across to the sofa and clambered on opposite sides to allow the girls to get our cocks in their mouth. I went to Sue and he went to Kate, his smallish cock allowed her to fully service him right to the hilt. Al did oral on the girls, they both sucked us and we both fingered them. Everyone was enjoying this!
Kate, never happy, lifted her arm across to my head and guided it across to her mouth. I carefully bent over and kissed her as Brian’s cock slid in and out of her mouth. His hard, wet cock skin was something else and sharing it with my wonderful Kate made me realise I wanted her fucked by both men. If possible I also wanted some contact with them too, but at this stage wondered if this was all I would get.
Brian didn’t blink when his entire cock slid in my mouth and I started to suck in earnest.
“This is a first for me,” he said, “and fucking awesome it is too,” looking down at my mouth slurping on his cock.
I said nothing as I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
All raised his head, looked at me and smiled. I wondered what that smile meant but there was wickedness in it that I liked.
“Please let me see you fuck Kate, Brian,” I begged. “I have never seen her fucked by another man and I want you to be the first. I also want this to be the second.” I said this gripping Al’s massive cock as he now stood in front of us.
The feel of this massive hard cock sent shocks through me and I felt almost faint. Brian pulled Kate on to the rug and spread her legs open, as the rest of us stood around him. He stretched a condom on to his cock and lay between her pushing his penis into her as I filmed up close. He kissed her tits and gently licked her body as he started to pump to a rhythm and fucked her. He was definitely doing something right, as Kate was whimpering as he screwed her.
Al and Sue stood alongside me, her arm around his waist. I looked down at his cock and he grinned, his white teeth almost menacing.
“You wanna suck this?” he said to me.
I mumbled as though this was not my scene, but he had rumbled me as his heavy hand pushed the top of my head down towards the waiting beast and my mouth opened willingly to receive it. As my heart thumped and my head spun, I heard Kate wail another orgasm as my lips covered as much of his cock as I could. Then I was at it like a starving animal. I gripped him hard and concentrated on the head sliding my mouth up and down. His cock went brick hard.
“That’s fucking ‘A’ man. You been practising that,” he said in his deep Caribbean voice.
Sue watched me and my saliva coated his coal black cock making it glisten in the room lights. His precum mixed with my saliva giving a salty, but not unpleasant taste in the back of my throat. He started to kiss Sue. The erotic scene of my wife being fucked by a stranger and me servicing this black guy while he kissed another woman was so exciting that I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage.
“I want you to warm me up for this brute,” said Sue, “so fuck me!”
She lowered herself into position carefully, lying alongside Kate and Brian.
“Hi sweetheart, are you enjoying yourself?” she said to her humping husband.
Kate seemed to be having multiple orgasms, howling like a wounded animal as Brian pumped into her.
My cock already covered, I lowered myself on to Sue. Her gaping cunt was larger than Kate’s. The entrance looked like some large Amazonian flower with red, wide lips and surrounded by her dark pubic hair. The centre was visibly wet and waiting. My entry was much easier than Kate and, though I was around 30% larger than her husband, my cock slid in without any strain at all. Her gasp as I fully entered her was reward enough and I was soon hammering at her, my hands steadying her hips as I fucked. The feel was like a long, wet, velvet-lined tunnel and my cock was able to pull out fully and plunge right up to my balls. She loved it, and I lay forward to kiss her as I fucked.
A finger traced my arse as I fucked and I realised that Al was behind me. His damp finger was pushing against my arsehole as I fucked and the sensation of being penetrated, however slightly, as I fucked almost brought me to orgasm and I had to stop all too quickly. I withdrew and Sue sat up, ripped off the condom and swallowed my cock right in front of Brian and Kate. As she sucked me, Brian suddenly stopped.
“I have to pull out or I’m going to cum,” he said, withdrawing his cock.
“It looks like it’s up to Al now,” said Sue.
She lay back down, alongside Kate as Brain stood up to join me and Al went down to do his duty. He went for Sue first. Surprisingly his enormous cock was swallowed by her gaping cunt and apart from an inviting “yess” it slid in easily. The camera did its work along with some great close ups of his great big cock sliding in and coming out covered in her juices. After a few strokes he pulled out and started on Kate. This wasn’t so easy and it took a few attempts before she too was being fucked quite aggressively.
Brian’s eyes were on stalks watching this brute of a black man taking both girls in turn. As he fucked one, his hands kept the other going with either his palm caressing their tits or his fingers pushing inside to keep them on the boil. He stood idly stroking his cock which looked hard enough to break out of the skin and I was kneeling at the point where I had been filming. His cock was at face level and just about a foot away from me.
I had a sudden urge and moved the short space to put my mouth over his cock. His hand initially blocked me and he slightly jumped but then he just pulled his hand away and let me. I was able to take his whole cock up to the pubic hair and held his balls in my other hand. Moving to a new position I was straight in front of him and as I looked up, his eyes were shut. I hoped it was in ecstasy and not because he didn’t want to see me suck his cock. The hard cock was so easy to suck. His foreskin slid back and forth with my sucking and I was able to focus my mouth on its head.
Suddenly he grabbed his cock and I realised he was going to cum. I wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow cum but I also knew I wanted to feel it fire. I pushed his hand away and withdrew my mouth just as the first burst broke free from the slit. The force that hit my face was almost painful and it splattered in all directions. I figured in all that he fired around 7 times before it reached its final dribble. It had thankfully missed my eyes but my face was whitewashed with his semen. It dripped off my chin and some had gone in my mouth. It splashed on my lap and my cock and balls and the stroking of my own cock was suddenly lubricated.
“My turn now girls,” said Al.
He pulled his cock out of Kate, ripped off the condom and aimed at the girls faces. The quantity of cum wasn’t anywhere rear that of Brian but it was enough to splatter on both girls faces and tits. I stood up and managed to join him in their cum-bath. My first shot coincided with his last.
“Wow,” said Sue as a large rivulet of cum trickled into her mouth from her cheek. She licked her lips and simply swallowed it. I bent forward and kissed her and then moved over to Kate. The mixture of second hand cum and saliva was stimulating, even after cumming. I looked up to see Brian videoing the final clip for our home movie.
As often happens on these occasions, Al was dressed quickly with an excuse about getting out before he was noticed and we were left with the embarrassing laughter that people get after these sort of events.
The aftermath of this was that we managed another part to our movie with just Brian and Sue 2 days later, in fact we managed 2 sequels before the holiday ended. We also managed to arrange that we would meet up shortly after returning home for another session.
You may have wondered what happened to Lester, the other gardener. That thought had crossed my mind as Lester was considerably more attractive than Al in that he was younger, probably around 21 against Al’s 35, he was leaner against Al’s footballer’s build and he was cuter, against Al’s thick-set manly image.
Since Al hadn’t mention him and none of the other 3 mentioned him, I put him out of my thoughts. I kept seeing him hard at work in the grounds but usually at another part from where we were sunbathing.
About 2 days before we left and after our last session with Sue and Brian who had left that morning, Kate was doing what Kate enjoyed doing, pampering herself. She had gone to the spa and I was by the pool. In need of the toilet, I went to the closest which was not the main one for the pool but was just off the ramped, underground entrance to the main service area/kitchens of the hotel. I had just finished when in walked Lester. I was in Speedos, he was in one piece dark overalls which he zipped from chest downwards to below his cock. I had finished so as I stood by the sink I watched him in the mirror as he took out a sizeable piece of meat. Though lightly smaller than Al’s, it was not by much, and was definitely thicker. I would say it was about 8 inches long but the thickness was impressive. I could see him watching me.
He walked into a cubicle and stood, with the door open and his back to the bowl.
“Al says you suck cock,” he said. “Suck mine!”
I walked forward in a daze and went into the cubicle. He pushed me down and stuck his cock in my mouth. He ruthlessly hammered it into my mouth and held my head while doing so. The whole event took no more than 3 minutes and he came his full load in my mouth causing me to gag. I swallowed some and spat out the rest. He then did something unusual for a guy that had just spilled his beans; he lifted me up, dropped to his knees and returned the compliment. Now that was a lot more pleasant.
I gave him what he had just given me and shoved my cock in and out of his mouth giving him the full blast from my aching balls. He swallowed every drop, zipped up his overalls and with a quick “see ya,” was off.
I did tell Kate, but not until we were safely home. She commented that perhaps the reason Lester had not been in our room was that he wasn’t into women. Possibly she was right so at least I managed a bonus point!!
Our relationship has entered a new, raunchier stage and I was looking forward to the future with Kate.
More to come.
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Part 1 – Discovering each other
by kewtieboy
bi/voyeur/dogging/swinging/oral/anal/ir
An imaginative sex life in their early married life soon is not enough and Paul and Kate find there are many other things they can do to keep their married life exciting
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Kate and I thought we were pretty raunchy. We had been at it in all situations and positions since we had met. When I was still at college, all our friends used to joke about us. We were called “the rabbits,” as we were always either ‘at it’ or about to do ‘it.’
We met at university and were the typical 18/19 year old couple, studying and drinking. We partied hard and we eventually started to have sex. It was quite difficult as both of us shared flats with larger groups so we would often be interrupted in the middle of a good shagging by one of her, or my, flatmates coming in to ask something, completely oblivious to my dick sunk into her cunt.
I was always on heat but one memory stays in my mind. This memory was like a small seed which stayed there and only started to grow years later and as the beginning of the period in our lives I will be describing here.
The situation was the reverse of the one above. I walked into a room while one of my flatmates, Gerry, was “entertaining.” We had been partying all evening and Kate wasn’t there that night (exams were due). I needed something from the room and walked in to find Gerry’s girlfriend of the week giving him a blow job. I was mesmerised. I had never seen another erect cock in real life, let alone that of someone I knew. The main thing was its size. Gerry easily had over 9 inches and Lucy was slurping on it, completely oblivious to my presence. As I froze and watched, she clambered up and sunk her open thighs down on to Gerry’s big cock. My own cock went brick hard in an instant. They still were not aware of my presence, the alcohol dulling their senses, so I was able to stand slightly back, just inside the doorway and watch them have sex. She rode his dick as he lay on his back facing in my direction yet oblivious to me. Gerry started to groan and Lucy pulled his cock out allowing me to see the fountain of cum the jetted out of his cock and up on to her belly. My cock was so hard, I had to slip out quickly and head for my own room where I had a frenzied wank over the images I had just seen.
That image was the food of my masturbation for some time and I convinced myself that it was Lucy’s cunt being fucked that caused me to cum. My brain knew differently. It was the thought of Gerry’s large cock that gave me excitement. I never quite looked at him the same way again.
I was able to watch him again in action with Lucy when Kate and I shared a room with them on a weekend away to Brighton. We came in late and Kate fell asleep. I feigned sleep and waited, hardly able to breath, watching through half open eyes and hoping they would do it again. They did and, on this occasion I was able, in the half light from the street lamps outside, to watch his entire sex act from beginning to end. I gently and slowly stroked my cock under the covers, fearful that I might waken Kate next to me. I was able to time my orgasm to his and it almost felt like I was with them.
Time moved on and I left university seeking fame and fortune as a civil engineer. Kate and I became an item and bought a flat of our own. Kate started in marketing and our joint salaries were enough to give us a few luxuries. Gerry moved to Germany and we kept in touch briefly but not for long. I never saw Lucy after that and neither did he.
By now me at 25 and Kate at 24, we still were having a great sex life and had expanded our fun to include some role play (I made a great fireman) and our favourite which was outdoor sex. We would take the car out to the country, park in a lay-by and take a walk into the woods in the dark sometimes stripping completely naked while we fucked against a tree. One of our favourite venues was to walk to a large park nearby which had open playing fields and was surrounded on two sides by well lit roads. If you stood in the middle, you could not be seen in the open dark space but the street lights in the distance silhouetted anyone walking towards you giving plenty time to dress if needed. We, in the meantime had the excitement of being naked in an open urban environment.
This moved up a notch to us both dressing in coats and going out with nothing underneath. I would put on some tracksuit bottoms and shoes then just button the coat up to the neck, while she would be similarly dressed with her naked breasts underneath. While we walked to the park through the late night streets, hand in hand, we would slide our tracksuit bottoms down so that they still showed from coat bottom to shoes, but we were naked apart from that. When things were quiet, she would put her hand through the button front of my coat and grip my erect cock. The excitement of passing other people while being in this state aroused us no end and the ensuing fuck would be amazing.
Looking back now, I realise that it was going to have to escalate. We always needed more!
The escalation started quite by accident. Kate in my eyes was an attractive woman. She wasn’t stunning, she wasn’t a show stopper but she was a brunette with short hair, slim body, 5 feet 4 inches tall and nicely equipped in the breast department (38” for the curious). I found her sexually attractive and I use the word “sexually” carefully as some women can be good looking but not sexy. Kate was sexy as she looked like someone who would do whatever it took to have fun! We had located a likely new venue which was a quiet lay-by on a main road near town where we could park back from the road and wander into bushes to the rear to have our outside sex. One Friday night we drove down. There were a couple of cars in the large lay-by but since no one was in either we thought nothing of it. Hand in hand we wandered into the bushes and walked a safe distance into the darkness. Within 10 minutes I had Kate naked and was fucking her hard against a tree trunk. I was close to cumming and she was being quite noisy when I noticed a guy watching. He stood a little back in the darkness but the moonlight gave an eerie glow to him. He watched intently and his cock was in his hand. The guy was in his 40’s and not unattractive.
I was about to stop the fuck but he held his finger to his lips as if to ask me to keep it all quiet and I decided to keep going. A slight movement made me look the other way and another guy, around 30 years old was also watching and wanking. Kate, facing the tree, saw nothing. My cock suddenly found a new life and I started fucking Kate with a new zeal. I felt something between me and Kate and the younger of the two guys was next to me, holding my cock as it entered Kate, his fingers slipping into her as he did so. I assume Kate, at this moment, thought it was me but the feel of a stranger’s hand, albeit another man took me to the edge and I emptied my balls into Kate as she screamed her orgasm in unison with mine. As my cock slid out, the young guy next to me slipped his fingers back into Kate and then lifted them to his lips and licked my spent cum off them, almost theatrically, to show me he enjoyed it. He then slipped away into the dark and I watched in stunned amazement as he went.
“What?” said Kate.
“What do you mean, what?” I said.
“What are you looking at in the dark?” she said.
“Let’s go back to the car and I’ll tell you,” I replied.
As we drove home I explained exactly what had happened.
“Why didn’t you tell me some perv had his fingers in my cunt?” she said, half in jest.
“Because I didn’t want it to stop,” I said a little sheepishly.
“I think we need to talk,” she replied with a slightly hopeful note in her voice.
Talk we did. The main problem is that our exciting sex life had been just that – ours. Involving others changed the rules and we were both frightened we might go off each other, or find someone else in the process. We were open and honest though I hadn’t told her that I got something out of the guy handling me that I never thought I would. That was something I would have to broach carefully.
“You know I’m highly sexed,” she continued, “and I love the theatre of the sex we have. It’s so much more exciting than just lying on the bed, missionary style. We use toys but I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to actually be fucked twice, or even more, one after the other by more than you. I have to admit, when I’m alone I often bring myself off thinking about a row of big cocks and knowing they are all going to fuck me. You would like looking at big cocks fucking me, wouldn’t you?”
I felt that perhaps the time was right. “To be honest Kate, I love looking at big cocks anyway, but ones that you were going to have would be ten times better.”
I waited and she looked. “You wouldn’t want another woman to join us then?”
“I know it sounds silly but the answer is that I wouldn’t, I would actually be slightly jealous,” I said.
“So would I,” she replied. “Jeez, so my boyfriend likes cock too!”
“Not like that,” I said defending myself.
She smiled and I felt she wasn’t fully convinced, but then neither was I. That warm hand on my cock had done something and a guy getting off while licking my cum had done something else to me.
We talked about different scenarios during our odd “missionary sex” nights and I came with the sort of force I hadn’t since being a teenager. I suppose the honesty of what I was saying relaxed me. How to progress was the next phase and we were both frightened of meeting someone on the net in case we chickened out. For the same reason neither of us were ready for swingers clubs or anything of that ilk, mainly because we wanted an extra guy rather than a couple.
That was why, around three weeks later, we found ourselves just after midnight, hand in hand, strolling through the bushes at the same lay-by. Initially we seemed to be alone. Kate was wearing a coat over just a pair of panties. I was wearing track suit bottoms and t-shirt with a short jacket over the top, condoms and lube in my pocket just in case. It was cool and we were scantily dressed but it wasn’t the temperature that had us shivering, it was apprehension and some fear.
In the half moonlight I noticed, as we entered a clearing, some single shapes around. I realised we had walked in a semi-circle and were probably almost on our way back to the lay-by, so these shapes must have come from drivers in the cars we had seen parked who, knowing the area better than us had “headed us off at the pass,” and just waited for us to inevitably head their way. A cigarette glowed in one corner and I could make out three single guys, all standing watching what we would do.
I lead Kate to a slightly sheltered area and leaned her against a tree, my back to the audience, and started to kiss her. She was shivering. I slid her coat off her shoulders leaving her in just her panties and shoes. I kissed her nipples and then knelt in front of her to slip her panties down and off so she stood naked. At last my cock was rising. I pulled off my t-shirt and she slid my track suit bottoms down gripping my cock, and then dropped to her knees to suck it softly. As I looked, the guys came closer, carefully at first.
I could make them out in the moonlight. The first was my thirty year old, who was obviously a regular. He was a good looking guy in jeans and leather jacket, clean shaven and well built. His flies were undone and his cock stuck out and was held carefully in his hand. It looked to be about 7 inches, the same as mine. Alongside him was an Indian looking guy, who would have been around 40. He was of slight build and was also clean shaven and gripping a slightly smaller cock in his hand. The trio was completed by a stocky, shaven headed guy with a stubble, wearing t-shirt, jeans and a dark jacket. He also had his hand in front slightly covering my view of his cock.
They were all close, very close. Kate looked up and smiled. Shaven head walked forward and offered his cock to her. It was around 6 inches long but extremely thick and Kate just looked at me, smiled, and wrapped her lips around it. I stood slightly back and the Indian guy stepped forward and let Kate alternate between him and shaven head. They each loosened trousers and let them fall so that she could hold their balls. I stood and wanked while I watched.
Cold hands took over the grip on my cock and I found myself with the 30-something alongside slowly wanking me as I watched. He took my hand and made me take his cock in my hand. It felt wonderful to feel a hard man’s cock. He smiled at me and dropped to his knees to take my cock in his mouth. I looked at Kate as she looked back then did a double take as she realised what was happening. I gave her a “what can I do” look and she smiled as though to tell me to relax and enjoy.
As she returned to her ministrations, the Asian guy squirted a copious volume of cum straight at her face and mouth and she gave a little squeal as it hit her. Shaven head followed suit and left her with a generous coating of cum dripping off her face. I realised I would have to go and help her as her two sidekicks graciously dressed quickly and left.
“Fuck her for me,” said my cocksucker. “Let me see you fuck her.”
I was happy to oblige and went over to Kate with him following behind. He leaned over and started to kiss Kate, licking the cum off her face as he did so. She responded, sharing the cum with him. I stood behind her and gently teased my cock into her cunt with her bending slightly forward to continue the kissing. As I picked up the pace and started to really fuck her, she stood more upright to give me easier access and my bisexual friend the knelt down and went between her legs. Kate opened slightly to give access and he started to use his tongue to lick her clitoris and my pounding cock and the same time. His other hand cupped my balls and a finger strayed to lightly finger my arse hole. His tongue fucking brought Kate to one of her quickest orgasms and the noise she made sounded like a fox on heat! I came almost simultaneously and the grunt from below suggested my friend had brought himself off to coincide with us.
He, like his sidekicks quickly made himself decent and was gone before I could wipe the residue cum of the end of my cock. It was a pity as I had a few fantasy ideas for him back at our place some other time.
On the way home, Kate and I were high as kites. We giggled like a couple of teenagers and she was happier than I had seen her for ages.
“That was so-oo naughty,” she said. “I loved being in control of all that testosterone,” she continued.
“I think you were actually coated in that testosterone,” I joked.
We continued like this all the way home and Kate was rewarded with a second performance from me. Not usually a “twice a night” man, she realised how turned on I had been.
We discussed it over the next few nights and a repeat visit the following week had been unsuccessful though we managed a nice open-air fuck. Kate confessed she was very turned on my being surrounded by guys, all wanting her. She was also surprised to find she enjoyed seeing me being serviced.
“It means I don’t have to worry if you’re alright when I see you getting a blowjob too,” she said.
The possibilities of being able to explore this side of me, and have Kate there as well had me as horny as hell, though I must say I was scared as hell too as I wasn’t sure quite what aspect of male sex I wanted as I still loved Kate.
Nothing much happened during the late Spring and early Summer and we were excitedly preparing for our Summer holiday. We had booked an all-inclusive holiday in a child-free resort in Cancun. We both thought it would be great not to hear screaming kids around and hopefully be able to socialise with other couples.
Well it certainly was all inclusive and we took three days just to sober up after overindulging on arrival. We latched on to Brian and Sue, a slightly younger couple than us, who had been married since 18, and were now 22 and going through a rocky patch. Sue’s parents had helped them pay for the expensive holiday they were now enjoying. They were very up front about their problems. Sue was a short haired blonde (though I figured not as blonde below as above). She looked a bit like a young Dolly Parton with the mammary glands to go with it and she, like Brian, was from Essex in the South of England.
Now some readers might not know the “Essex girls” image but they are (probably unfairly) attributed to being all tits and no brains. I have to say, in the case of Sue, it was true. However she had a simple honesty and stunning good looks. She just said what she thought without realising the effect it might have on others. It was refreshing, if sometimes embarrassing!
On night three, we were all sitting in a quiet corner of the lounge, some entertainment in the background keeping the masses happy. Sue and Kate were at one table and Brian and I at another. Brian was quite drunk and our conversation was at a level where I felt Brian wanted to open out more about him and Sue. I was keen to hear any juicy details about their sex life he might want to divulge. Brian was a good looking lad. He was short-haired with a couple of tattoos (one on each arm) and was of a muscular build for his short body size. He stood around 5 feet and 7 inches but what there was of him was solid. If I were being honest, I found him sexually attractive but kept putting that idea out of my head as he seemed besotted with his current problems inside his marriage.
“….says I’m not man enough to keep her fully happy. That’s not fair, is it?”
My brain drifted back in from my sizing up of Brian, just in time to hear those words.
“Sorry Brian, I was miles away. In what way does she say you’re not man enough?”
He ignored my question and said, “How big are you, you know, downstairs?”
“You mean, when in action?” I asked.
“Yea.”
“I suppose about 7 inches or so,” I replied.
“You see, that’s it. I’m a bit over 5 inches and she says she wants to feel a really big cock in her. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Can I ask a question that might offend you Brian, but it’s not meant to?” I asked.
“Fire away,”
“How would you feel watching a guy with a big cock fucking Sue?”
He looked at me, ready to explode with annoyance that I should suggest any other man stuck his dick into his wife but within 10 seconds, his flushed, angry-look mellowed.
“Being honest?” he said.
I nodded.
“My cock’s getting hard just with you saying the words.” He continued. “We have talked about it but I keep chickening out. Did you see the two Caribbean type black guys who work in the gardens; well she said she would love both of them to fuck her while I watched?”
“Brian, I would love to watch that too,” I said with a smile on my face.
I looked over and it seemed the girls were similarly sharing intimate conversation judging by the furtive glances and guilty smiles in our direction. I also felt I was being spoken about and wondered if Kate was bragging about my cock size or our dogging experiences.
“You have a great video camera, don’t you?”
I snapped back into our conversation. “Yes, why?”
“If we do it, you could film it.”
“I don’t think Sue might like the idea of a strange couple watching her being shagged by two black strangers with an audience of 3 and a film crew,” I said.
He smirked and adjusted his obvious erection.
“You’re fucking hard too aren’t you? He said. “Bet you wouldn’t mind a poke at her either. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a poke at Kate”
So the ingredients were there for some horny fun but how the hell were we to find the recipe to make something extremely exciting happen. I stood up to go for a pee and Brian toddled on behind me. As I stood at the urinal he came alongside and looked down at my cock, struggling to drop from full erection to a level which would allow me to piss. His own was sticking out rock hard.
“I see what you mean,” he said looking down at me. “Look what all this talk has done to me too.” He gently wanked his cock back and forth, making it jump even harder, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the head.
At that moment, I wouldn’t have minded covering it with my own mouth but I didn’t think that is where he wanted this to go. Someone else’s entrance to the toilet broke the moment and we stuffed cocks back into trousers.
The conversation didn’t quite return to its sexual subject again that night and it wasn’t until Kate and I were safely back in our room that I told her what had happened. She confirmed that a similar conversation had been happening between her and Sue. Sue loved Brian but as he had more or less been her first love, she wanted to experience something really raunchy and dirty, preferably with Brian present and involved.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told her about our excursions and it really grabbed her interest. She asked if you could get one or both of the black gardeners interested in a fuck session and asked if we could go too.”
“So much for a romantic retreat,” I said.
I wasn’t exactly sure that the two big-brute gardeners were the sort of guys you just walked up to and said, “Hey we’ve got a couple of wives here we’d like you to fuck, any problems?”
Quite apart from the fact that they would be in fear of their jobs if they did mix with guests, I felt sure that they might be a) religious; b) married; c) maybe even gay. It was later that afternoon while Brian and I were trying hard to return to the glorious drunken state of the previous evening and were sinking a few beers when I looked to see where Kate and Sue were and my heart sunk!
Over in quiet corner of the gardens, our two lovely wives were chatting to the two, tall, coal black, manly gardeners and the gardeners seemed happy to be talking. As I nudged Brian and we looked over, I saw both guys look in our direction as we quickly pretended to be looking at something else. My cock started to rise in my shorts. The thought of seeing Kate with a black cock in her, the thought of seeing Sue naked and with a black cock in her (and perhaps mine too) and, to be honest, the thought of actually handling a black cock saw that my dick was tenting in seconds.
Could the girls pull this one off? It seemed a long shot, especially all the rules and protocols inside hotels of this size. The only thing that might make it happen was the fact that we had a near beach bungalow which could be accessed from the beach if security could be dodged.
It was over thirty minutes later when the guys returned to work and the girls rejoined us, saying nothing initially.
“Well?” I said loudly.
“Well, what?” said Kate.
“You know; what were you talking about?”
“Oh you mean to Al and Lester,” said Kate coyly while smirking to Sue. “Well they are originally from Barbados and working here for the season. They seem really nice guys but are finding all these couples a bit off putting as they are single and not getting any.”
“Poor lads,” I said.
“Sue and I suggested a possible answer to their dilemma and, but they thought we were winding them up and I don’t think they took the bait. I told them we were in beach bungalows and they could come by any time but I have a feeling they are in fear of their jobs.”
“Pity” said I.
“We could always meet without them,” said Kate.
“The sooner the better,” said Sue, looking at my tenting shorts. “I can’t wait to see that myself, after what Kate has said.”
Brian was quiet. “Where do I come into this?”
“Oh don’t worry Brian, someone will make sure you get a blow job, even if it’s Paul,” said Kate, looking at me with a smile on her face.
Brian went quiet, so I took him off to the bar to reassure him he would be joining in and he should stick with me for advice. Within ten minutes he was like a rampant terrier with a stiff cock and a lot of questions as I made sure I told him what he needed to get him to the boil.
The tryst was to be at our bungalow after 10.00 pm so after dinner we all took drinks and headed there. We took it in turns to freshen up and the girls stayed in dressing gowns while we guys dropped to t-shirt and shorts. Kate had never been fucked by another man since we had met but we had discussed it and agreed that both of us would enjoy when the right time came. This seemed to be the right time.
Sue walked over and sat between Brian and me on the sofa and placed her hands, one on each cock. I was already hard. Kate watched and then walked over to Brian and knelt in front of him, kissing him fully on the lips. Sue swung a leg over me and did the same. Within a few minutes, both of us were on the couch with opposite wives, kneeling between our legs sucking cock. Brian was groaning with pleasure. I was glad as I worried he might have chickened out of this but he was already randy. Sue was a great cock-sucker and enjoyed the extra length of my cock, passing compliments on its size between slurps. It looked like a scene from a porno movie. In fact I clicked on my video camera to make it a scene from a porno movie!
“Oh this is really nice. I’m feeling all warm and woozy,” said Sue as she licked my cock.
I was sure the booze she had consumed contributed in some part to that feeling but the compliment was still welcomed. Brian was saying nothing. He was laying back on the couch, his cock as hard as a rock and his head slumped back and eyes closed. Kate was giving good head as I knew she could.
The gentle knock on the door made us all jump.
It was Sue and Brian’s chalet so our main worry was that it was someone from hotel staff doing some kind of bed turn-down so Kate and I dashed into a corner, out of eyeshot of the door while Sue wrapped a bath towel around her and Brian covered himself with a cushion.
I couldn’t hear but there was a man at the door. Suddenly I heard Sue inviting him in and in walked Al, one of the gardeners who pushed Sue gently just inside the door and in one swoop, untied her towel and kissed her as it dropped to the floor. This guy was horny!
Kate walked over to Brian, whose eyes were on stalks as his wife was being seduced, and she knelt to continue her oral administrations.
“Holy shit!”
I looked up and Al had suddenly noticed Kate and then me.
“Wow, a fucking orgy,” he said.
“With the emphasis on the fucking, I hope,” said I.
Sue was hungrily unfastening Al’s baggy cream pants and they dropped easily to the floor. His horrendous purple boxer shorts had a projection at the front that promised to be a pleasure to watch in action. This tall, black skinned guy was fondling Sue’s beautiful upright tits with both hands as she tried to pull off his t-shirt to get him as nude as we were. Kate left Brian and joined her, dropping to her knees and pulling the shorts down allowing a wonderful, stiff, massive cock to slowly bounce out. It looked to be around 10 inches or so and beautifully thick. He was cut, unlike Brian and I and Kate dropped to her knees her satisfied groans as she attempted to swallow the impossible length. Her saliva glistened against the dark skin of his cock and his tight balls seemed obscenely too small for the appendage above them. Kate still fondled them as she serviced Al and his frantic, almost aggressive kissing of Sue suggested he was building him nicely for action.
I did not ask for permission but filmed the action with no complaints from the horny gardener. He pushed them both back to the couch and Brian jumped up as the girls headed backwards towards the space he occupied. They flopped back down, their naked bodies glistening and the dark slashes of their vaginas moist with the excitement so far. He opened both girls’ legs in turn and started to lick them out. His long tongue seemed to be working well as each girl moaned in turn as he went to work. As he licked one, he fingered the other. Brian and I stood watching. He cupped his balls with one hand and wanked slowly with the other. I tried to film with my left and wank with my right.
“Awesome,” said Brian.
We both walked across to the sofa and clambered on opposite sides to allow the girls to get our cocks in their mouth. I went to Sue and he went to Kate, his smallish cock allowed her to fully service him right to the hilt. Al did oral on the girls, they both sucked us and we both fingered them. Everyone was enjoying this!
Kate, never happy, lifted her arm across to my head and guided it across to her mouth. I carefully bent over and kissed her as Brian’s cock slid in and out of her mouth. His hard, wet cock skin was something else and sharing it with my wonderful Kate made me realise I wanted her fucked by both men. If possible I also wanted some contact with them too, but at this stage wondered if this was all I would get.
Brian didn’t blink when his entire cock slid in my mouth and I started to suck in earnest.
“This is a first for me,” he said, “and fucking awesome it is too,” looking down at my mouth slurping on his cock.
I said nothing as I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
All raised his head, looked at me and smiled. I wondered what that smile meant but there was wickedness in it that I liked.
“Please let me see you fuck Kate, Brian,” I begged. “I have never seen her fucked by another man and I want you to be the first. I also want this to be the second.” I said this gripping Al’s massive cock as he now stood in front of us.
The feel of this massive hard cock sent shocks through me and I felt almost faint. Brian pulled Kate on to the rug and spread her legs open, as the rest of us stood around him. He stretched a condom on to his cock and lay between her pushing his penis into her as I filmed up close. He kissed her tits and gently licked her body as he started to pump to a rhythm and fucked her. He was definitely doing something right, as Kate was whimpering as he screwed her.
Al and Sue stood alongside me, her arm around his waist. I looked down at his cock and he grinned, his white teeth almost menacing.
“You wanna suck this?” he said to me.
I mumbled as though this was not my scene, but he had rumbled me as his heavy hand pushed the top of my head down towards the waiting beast and my mouth opened willingly to receive it. As my heart thumped and my head spun, I heard Kate wail another orgasm as my lips covered as much of his cock as I could. Then I was at it like a starving animal. I gripped him hard and concentrated on the head sliding my mouth up and down. His cock went brick hard.
“That’s fucking ‘A’ man. You been practising that,” he said in his deep Caribbean voice.
Sue watched me and my saliva coated his coal black cock making it glisten in the room lights. His precum mixed with my saliva giving a salty, but not unpleasant taste in the back of my throat. He started to kiss Sue. The erotic scene of my wife being fucked by a stranger and me servicing this black guy while he kissed another woman was so exciting that I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage.
“I want you to warm me up for this brute,” said Sue, “so fuck me!”
She lowered herself into position carefully, lying alongside Kate and Brian.
“Hi sweetheart, are you enjoying yourself?” she said to her humping husband.
Kate seemed to be having multiple orgasms, howling like a wounded animal as Brian pumped into her.
My cock already covered, I lowered myself on to Sue. Her gaping cunt was larger than Kate’s. The entrance looked like some large Amazonian flower with red, wide lips and surrounded by her dark pubic hair. The centre was visibly wet and waiting. My entry was much easier than Kate and, though I was around 30% larger than her husband, my cock slid in without any strain at all. Her gasp as I fully entered her was reward enough and I was soon hammering at her, my hands steadying her hips as I fucked. The feel was like a long, wet, velvet-lined tunnel and my cock was able to pull out fully and plunge right up to my balls. She loved it, and I lay forward to kiss her as I fucked.
A finger traced my arse as I fucked and I realised that Al was behind me. His damp finger was pushing against my arsehole as I fucked and the sensation of being penetrated, however slightly, as I fucked almost brought me to orgasm and I had to stop all too quickly. I withdrew and Sue sat up, ripped off the condom and swallowed my cock right in front of Brian and Kate. As she sucked me, Brian suddenly stopped.
“I have to pull out or I’m going to cum,” he said, withdrawing his cock.
“It looks like it’s up to Al now,” said Sue.
She lay back down, alongside Kate as Brain stood up to join me and Al went down to do his duty. He went for Sue first. Surprisingly his enormous cock was swallowed by her gaping cunt and apart from an inviting “yess” it slid in easily. The camera did its work along with some great close ups of his great big cock sliding in and coming out covered in her juices. After a few strokes he pulled out and started on Kate. This wasn’t so easy and it took a few attempts before she too was being fucked quite aggressively.
Brian’s eyes were on stalks watching this brute of a black man taking both girls in turn. As he fucked one, his hands kept the other going with either his palm caressing their tits or his fingers pushing inside to keep them on the boil. He stood idly stroking his cock which looked hard enough to break out of the skin and I was kneeling at the point where I had been filming. His cock was at face level and just about a foot away from me.
I had a sudden urge and moved the short space to put my mouth over his cock. His hand initially blocked me and he slightly jumped but then he just pulled his hand away and let me. I was able to take his whole cock up to the pubic hair and held his balls in my other hand. Moving to a new position I was straight in front of him and as I looked up, his eyes were shut. I hoped it was in ecstasy and not because he didn’t want to see me suck his cock. The hard cock was so easy to suck. His foreskin slid back and forth with my sucking and I was able to focus my mouth on its head.
Suddenly he grabbed his cock and I realised he was going to cum. I wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow cum but I also knew I wanted to feel it fire. I pushed his hand away and withdrew my mouth just as the first burst broke free from the slit. The force that hit my face was almost painful and it splattered in all directions. I figured in all that he fired around 7 times before it reached its final dribble. It had thankfully missed my eyes but my face was whitewashed with his semen. It dripped off my chin and some had gone in my mouth. It splashed on my lap and my cock and balls and the stroking of my own cock was suddenly lubricated.
“My turn now girls,” said Al.
He pulled his cock out of Kate, ripped off the condom and aimed at the girls faces. The quantity of cum wasn’t anywhere rear that of Brian but it was enough to splatter on both girls faces and tits. I stood up and managed to join him in their cum-bath. My first shot coincided with his last.
“Wow,” said Sue as a large rivulet of cum trickled into her mouth from her cheek. She licked her lips and simply swallowed it. I bent forward and kissed her and then moved over to Kate. The mixture of second hand cum and saliva was stimulating, even after cumming. I looked up to see Brian videoing the final clip for our home movie.
As often happens on these occasions, Al was dressed quickly with an excuse about getting out before he was noticed and we were left with the embarrassing laughter that people get after these sort of events.
The aftermath of this was that we managed another part to our movie with just Brian and Sue 2 days later, in fact we managed 2 sequels before the holiday ended. We also managed to arrange that we would meet up shortly after returning home for another session.
You may have wondered what happened to Lester, the other gardener. That thought had crossed my mind as Lester was considerably more attractive than Al in that he was younger, probably around 21 against Al’s 35, he was leaner against Al’s footballer’s build and he was cuter, against Al’s thick-set manly image.
Since Al hadn’t mention him and none of the other 3 mentioned him, I put him out of my thoughts. I kept seeing him hard at work in the grounds but usually at another part from where we were sunbathing.
About 2 days before we left and after our last session with Sue and Brian who had left that morning, Kate was doing what Kate enjoyed doing, pampering herself. She had gone to the spa and I was by the pool. In need of the toilet, I went to the closest which was not the main one for the pool but was just off the ramped, underground entrance to the main service area/kitchens of the hotel. I had just finished when in walked Lester. I was in Speedos, he was in one piece dark overalls which he zipped from chest downwards to below his cock. I had finished so as I stood by the sink I watched him in the mirror as he took out a sizeable piece of meat. Though lightly smaller than Al’s, it was not by much, and was definitely thicker. I would say it was about 8 inches long but the thickness was impressive. I could see him watching me.
He walked into a cubicle and stood, with the door open and his back to the bowl.
“Al says you suck cock,” he said. “Suck mine!”
I walked forward in a daze and went into the cubicle. He pushed me down and stuck his cock in my mouth. He ruthlessly hammered it into my mouth and held my head while doing so. The whole event took no more than 3 minutes and he came his full load in my mouth causing me to gag. I swallowed some and spat out the rest. He then did something unusual for a guy that had just spilled his beans; he lifted me up, dropped to his knees and returned the compliment. Now that was a lot more pleasant.
I gave him what he had just given me and shoved my cock in and out of his mouth giving him the full blast from my aching balls. He swallowed every drop, zipped up his overalls and with a quick “see ya,” was off.
I did tell Kate, but not until we were safely home. She commented that perhaps the reason Lester had not been in our room was that he wasn’t into women. Possibly she was right so at least I managed a bonus point!!
Our relationship has entered a new, raunchier stage and I was looking forward to the future with Kate.
More to come.
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Monday, October 06, 2008
Our Married Neighbour
Our Married Neighbour
By kewtieboy
MMM/1st time/gay/anal/oral
Being gay in the 21st century in the United Kingdom is certainly more relaxed that even a few years ago. When two guys who want to be together are ready they can “get married” and have all the legal perks that is entailed. Of course guys have lived together in the U.K. for years but at last we can feel comfortable intermixed with the rest of society. That’s how I was with Simon. We were both 33, both good looking (at least we thought so) and both earning well. When we saw the house in suburbia we fell in love. It wasn’t some gay man’s dream (i.e. period house full of original features), it was a straight forward small detached three bedroom house in modern development with an integral garage and neighbours who were also all in their thirties only heterosexual!!
If we stuck out, we didn’t notice, and to be honest, we didn’t care. We were just like them in many ways, minus the kids. We nodded to neighbours as we drove home; we chatted about the weather and local gossip and got on with life. The first to speak to us properly were Jeff and Miriam who lived two houses up from us. I have to be honest and say that Simon and I had clocked Jeff already. He was one heck of a gorgeous guy with the looks of a clothing model. He was around six feet tall, well built and he gave off a kind of sex appeal in whatever he did. His dark short hair and six o’clock shadow only added to that appeal.
I think at this stage I need to confess something. Simon and I hade been together since we were 23 and had been legally together for 2 years. I said we were just like any other married couple which isn’t strictly true as we did like to have a little fun from time to time. It might be a threesome or two when on holiday, or meeting with some like minded guy or guys while staying at home. It certainly added spice to our life and actually made our relationship stronger. So talking about Jeff and how hunky he looked was a great time-passer. Jeff certainly paid attention to himself. He only wore designer clothes and was always immaculately groomed whether going to work or digging the garden.
So we enjoyed looking and, to be honest, chatting about what he might be like in bed, when we needed some stimulus added to some late night sex romp together. Of course we were far too nice to be predators, especially to some sweet married couple. It was far too close to home for us.
Anyway back to Miriam and Jeff. Miriam was the first. She came up to me in the front garden one day in the height of summer and introduced herself properly.
“Hi I feel I really should say hello properly,” she said. “I’m Miriam and you?”
“Oh hi, I’m Stephen but answer to Steve,” I replied.
“And your..em..friend?” The hesitation was noticeable and her face reddened slightly.
“Oh you mean Simon. We both begin with ‘S’,” I said.
“We don’t - he’s Jeff,” she replied nodding to the person washing their car. “We’re having a few other couples for a barbeque tomorrow afternoon around 3.00pm so would you and Simon like to come and meet the neighbours?”
“Might be an good idea after being here three months,” I said.
“See you tomorrow,” she waved as she walked back to the hunk stripped to the waist washing the car.
He looked up, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, nodded and smiled and my knees gave way. I couldn’t wait to tell Simon.
It took us two hours to dress down enough to look really cool and smart but still, when we arrived, Jeff stood there coolly pouring wine, his teeth dazzling us in the sun, dressed in fabulous Abercrombie and Fitch from head to foot.
“If he was gay, he’d be a queen,” whispered Simon.
“Bitch,” I sneered back and we both stifled a giggle.
Jeff strode across as soon as he saw up and tried to pull both our right arms out of their sockets with a manly hand shake before we made the introductions. We were then taken around the assembled group of some twenty or so people and introduced. Most were in their thirties or forties and all upwardly mobile. Jeff was by far the most handsome though there were a couple of quite pretty things including the 18 year old son of the oldest couple there, who gave us a very curious look which verged on a Gaydar signal!!
Miriam loved us. She fussed over us, she chatted with us, and she dragged us around everyone all over again. Within two hours she was asking advice on her interior decoration (why do straights think that every gay has a decorator gene just waiting to be exploited?). The décor was stunning and far in excess of anything we could have done.
“It was mainly Jeff’s ideas,” she said. We both looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
Two things came out of that afternoon. Miriam and Jeff became our closest neighbours and hardly a day went by that we weren’t in their house or Miriam was in ours and we managed to have a very embarrassing afternoon two weeks later with young David, the 18 year old who on the pretext of offering inexpensive gardening services, inveigled his way into our house one Saturday afternoon and through the process of sitting with his legs open so we could see clearly up his shorts (no underwear), then a visit to our toilet where he left the door open and started to masturbate openly, we decided to put him out of his misery and stripped him naked, threw him on the bed, then as Simon fed his cock to him, I took his cock in my mouth and was rewarded with a stream of thin teenage ejaculate. The session lasted under ten minutes and young David was down the driveway two minutes after that. I think he thought he had seduced us because he kept well away after that.
As the four-way friendship developed, the fact that we were a ‘couple’ became less of a secret. We didn’t “come out” as such but the information more or less “leaked out.” Before long the gay innuendoes from Jeff followed. They were never offensive and we gave back as good as we got. They had no children which we found strange in a couple who were in their early thirties but we didn’t discuss it initially. Miriam did say that they had tried and failed and they had had tests which, apart from a slightly lower than normal sperm count in Jeff, didn’t explain why there were no babies yet. They were going to try “other methods” soon but in the meantime, sex had become more of a routine than fun. All this leaked out over a few conversations with Miriam usually with a glass of wine in hand.
Jeff started to ‘flirt’ a bit more with us. Not for a minute was this “I want to go to bed with you” flirting, but more the “I want you to find me attractive so that I can have the satisfaction of telling my mates you fancy me,” kind of flirting. I got the feeling he would enjoy telling the other guys at the estate agency where he worked that the gays next door were keen to get into his pants. Sadly, we were, but were not going to let on to him, plus we had too much respect for Miriam, even if he was ever to come on to us.
The next phase with Jeff, when we didn’t rise to his bait, was to be stripped to the waist, band of Armani briefs showing above his trouser/jeans waist band (if there is something that gets my juices going then that’s it). Still we ignored it.
One Friday after dinner, and Miriam’s retiral to bed, a slightly drunk Jeff asked us what we did.
“What do you mean, what do we do?” I asked.
“You know, in bed,” he asked boldly.
“What do you think we do?” I threw back at him. “What do you and Miriam do?” I asked.
“Not enough,” he said.
A silence ensued.
“I’d like to know what gays do in bed?” he continued.
“Surely you can guess some of it?” I said to him.
“Who takes it up the bum, you or Simon? He said.
“Jeesus you’re getting personal,” I retorted.
“Sorry, I just felt we knew each other by now.”
I said, “At the moment it’s not really something I want to talk about to strangers.”
I think we was offended and slightly miffed so he went on to tell us about the baby thing and the sperm count and the fact that they had not been having as much sex, partly because Miriam had slightly lost interest, but so had he. He did say that he couldn’t ever look for another woman as he couldn’t two-time her. I was pleased to hear it.
It was well after 2.30 am when we finished our fourth bottle of Chablis that night. Jeff looked over at us, sitting together on the couch opposite and said, “Are you still doing things regularly?”
I answered that one and told him we were.
“How do you keep it interesting?”
Simon gave me “the look” and I just smiled and said, “This and that.”
We were all very mellow when Jeff again said, “What do you actually do?”
Simon suddenly said, “We fuck, where we can find a hole to fuck, just like you and Miriam, except we have the flexibility of taking turn around.”
Jeff absorbed that one and we both noticed him adjusting the front of his jeans. He was turned on.
“Don’t you ever look at anyone else?” he asked.
“All the time,” I coolly responded.
“Don’t you get jealous of each other then?” he continued.
“Not if we share the person we both fancy,” I answered without actually thinking.
The ensuing reaction and detailed questioning became rather embarrassing as I tried some damage limitation, suggesting it was only an isolated time or two.
He still let out an amazed, “Wow, you sluts!” a smile widening across his face.
It was time to go so we made our excuses and left.
A lot of conversation followed between us, about Jeff. We decided he was just a little lost and randy and was seeking solace in people close to him. We decided it was Miriam we should feel sorry for. We could not even pursue Jeff’s curiosity out of respect for her.
That was until the day I saw the plumber back at Miriam and Jeff’s house for the second time that week. When I saw her, I asked if they had some problems and she said it was a leak in the bathroom. Strangely, when I asked Jeff if they had managed to get the leak sorted, he said it had been repaired three weeks previously. The plumber next visit the following Monday, started to raise my curiosity. Sometimes working from home can be a curse!
I walked out and around to the back of the house, then down the service lane and, sure enough, their bedroom curtains were almost closed. As I looked again from behind a tree, a hunky, hairy plumber, naked to the waist, reached up and closed them fully. Miriam was getting her satisfaction elsewhere.
When I told Simon, he smiled and said, “That changes the rules doesn’t it?” His wicked grin suggested we should, perhaps, push Jeff’s curiosity.
Of course nothing did happen. I didn’t see the plumber’s van again though I did see a dark saloon car parked near her house and what looked like the same guy going inside, on a couple of other occasions. Miriam seemed much perkier than usual but, having seen the plumber, I would have been perkier if he had been sticking his cock into me on a regular basis. Jeff was happier because Miriam was happier and we weren’t going to spill the beans.
Jeff heard that we had been using a gym in the town centre and said he was thinking of moving to it. We arranged for a guest pass and he came with us. After our exercises I was aware, in the showers, that Jeff was taking an interest in me while I soaped. Simon was already getting dressed.
We showered alongside each other and Jeff suddenly said, “Do you take Simon or the other way around?”
I was slightly taken aback but told him that I usually took Simon.
“He seems well blessed so how can you get it all inside you?” he continued while washing away quite nonchalantly.
“Patience and experience,” I said. “I can take a lot bigger than Simon if I have to.”
Jeff looked down at his cock and cupped his hands under his balls to make it rise up. “Even this, if you had to?”
“Particularly that if I had to,” I said smiling.
“Slut,” he said with a smile and changed the conversation around to whether we should go for drink afterwards.
We ended up in a semi-gay bar where many local gays met for a drink on weekday evenings. The gayness wasn’t that obvious so we weren’t troubled at taking Jeff. After a few pints, Jeff went to the toilet and I updated Simon on the conversation in the showers. When Jeff returned, he sat down with a smirk on his face.
“Christ you gays are well blessed,” he said. “The guy next to me at the urinals flashed a fucking massive dick at me, brick hard as well. Nice to see I can pull both sexes.” He looked over at me and said,” And I bet you would have had problems taking his cock up your arse.” He then nodded to the guy coming out of the toilets.
I looked across at the attractive thirty-something coming out and smiled as I glanced over at Simon, then Jeff and said, “I have!”
Jeff spluttered, “You two are just too much.”
The odd innuendo on evening sessions with him and Miriam was all that followed. We saw little further evidence of Miriam’s plumber fling but her constant good nature suggested he was still keeping her happy and Jeff, from what he said, was still not getting enough.
A hen party for one of Miriam’s old schoolmates took her to Dublin for three nights and prompted a suggestion from Jeff that we have a wild lad’s weekend at home. His emphasis at the two words “wild” and “lads” suggested to me that he wanted to tease his sexuality further.
Simon was a bit awkward at first. “What happens if we end up naked in bed with him? And then what happens afterwards?”
“You know Simon,” I said, “I’m so fucking hot to have his cock in me that I don’t fucking care.”
“Randy cunt,” he said with a smile.
Night one, Friday, went as most drunken lad’s night do and we ended up, after a pub crawl, back at ours. All slouched on relevant couches and talking about life. We found out that Jeff had gone to a well heeled boarding school and he told us that, though there were many “faggots” he had never indulged as it hadn’t been his scene. After a suitably long and embarrassed silence he then told us, his attitude had changed. In what way, we didn’t know!
“How many guys have fucked you?” he suddenly asked me.
“Don’t know, probably around 60,” I said.
“Holy shit,” he responded.
“How many guys have you fucked?” he asked Simon.
“Around 60,” he said, “but I have sex with many more whom I haven’t fucked.”
“Jeesus Christ and here’s me thinking having 10 women was amazing and daring. I’m missing out somewhere and certainly now when Miriam thinks sex is a once a month thing!” he said.
He started to ask a few more personal questions about how I kept it clean for fucking and both Simon and I got a very clear feeling that that was one of his aversions had clearly been swept away. At around 1.00am he clambered to his feet and said he was horny and going to bed and with that, he stumbled out of the door, leaving Simon and I with brick hard erections and the need for some quick mutual masturbation.
He invited himself for supper the following night and though we did not want to push him towards sex (and suffer recriminations when his guilty conscience kicked in), we were determined to be slightly more proactive and responsive to his questions this time.
After dinner, beer and wine, we ended up in an almost identical scenario on the couches. Jeff nursed a Remy Martin and pointed out that he had had to wank twice the previous night.
“Miriam’s away and you two can fuck each other whereas all I have is this,” he said holding up his right hand.
“Oh poor Jeff. If we had known, we would have helped you,” I said.
“Yeh a real dick in you would have made you less cocky,” he slurred.
“Did you fuck last night?” he then asked quietly.
“Yes,” Simon lied, “he took my cock right in him and I shot gallons of cum up his arse.”
We both saw the lump grow in Jeff’s jeans and he made no attempt to cover it.
“I bet that looked awesome,” he said. “I would love to see you at it.”
Silence ensued.
“Have you ever done it in front of someone?” he asked.
“Yes and also in a group,” said Simon.
“Fucking Hell…I don’t suppose……?” his voice faded.
“Don’t suppose what Jeff. What is it you want to see? What do you want us to do Jeff? Tell us?” I splurted the words out.
“No it’s pervy,” he said. Then he quietly continued with, “I just thought it would be awesome to see you two actually doing it. At school, I never had any of the faggots but sometimes I could hear them having each other after lights out and I used to lie in bed and quietly wank, wondering what faggots actually did. I would try to time cumming to when I heard them groaning and I knew they were cumming too but I never did anything else.”
“We do something, you don’t cast it up and you don’t go all saintly on us because it’s you asking us and not us faggots asking you.” I actually spat the word ‘faggot’ out as it was the one he had used throughout.
“Would you, honestly? Fucking Ace! It would so turn me on and, you never know, I might even get excited enough to do something if you would let me.”
I quietly thought, “That’s what we’re hoping too.”
We were already well-prepared for sex on the off chance, so when Simon took me and started kissing me as we stood in front of Jeff, I was horny as Hell. Simon was breathing heavily, his tongue down my throat and his hands all over me. He pulled my t-shirt out and lifted it up to suck my nipples. It was pulled over my head and he unclipped my belt. I pulled Simon’s top off to bring his to the same state of undress as I was. We had choreographed well with shoes and socks being discarded next. Simon knelt in front of me and unzipped my jeans. He opened them discreetly pulled down the front of my white Armani’s and took my cock in his mouth, ensuring that Jeff couldn’t see it.
Jeff was wriggling on the sofa trying hard to see my cock but Simon ensured his mouth covered it all. Jeff was openly gripping his very visible erection. My jeans slipped to my ankles on their own and Simon stood up and slipped off his own, leaving us both naked except for white briefs. Our cocks were both straining.
“It would help us both, if you relaxed and felt free to expose your own cock,” said Simon.
Jeff grunted a non-committal response which sounded like, “maybe.”
Simon pushed me to my knees on the edge of the sofa in a doggy position and pulled my briefs down to expose my arse. He buried his mouth into me and started to lick me out. His tongue entered me and I had to grip my own cock and stroke gently as I was so horny. My briefs were removed and Simon rolled me out, flat on the floor, my six inches sticking proudly and firmly straight upwards. He slid his mouth fully over it, slipping the foreskin back as he did so then licking down to lick my balls.
The sharp outtake of breath made me look over to see Jeff’s jeans around his thighs along with his blue boxers and a very sizeable erection in his hand. Simon saw it too.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum until we’re done and we don’t fancy fucking in front of a spent audience, ok?” said Steve.
“Don’t worry,” said Jeff, “I can spin it out for hours.
“Just long enough to fuck me,” I thought.
Simon pulled off his briefs and sat astride me, defying natural law by trying to push his extremely hard cock downwards and into my mouth. I sat up and engulfed the head. His sweet tasting precum assailed my taste buds and left a trail from my mouth each time it slipped out.
“Some size of a cock Simon,” said Jeff, nodding in the direction of Simon’s eight inches.
He was right, of course. One thing I loved was Simon’s big cock which more than satisfied my desire for size of cock, if not for quantity of cocks! By now, Simon had slid down over my prone body and was sucking my dick again while I lay back, my hands behind my head. Jeff had pulled his jeans and shorts off and was stroking his cock on the sofa.
“Would anyone suck mine?” I heard him say.
“Bring it here,” I said as he rose from the sofa to kneel facing the top of my head, placing his balls on my face and his wonderful cock, at last, entered my mouth.
It was smaller that Simon’s in length but the width, that wonderful width. It was almost a rectangle, so bulk was it’s width to length ratio. I figured he was just short of seven inches but so, so thick. He, too had foreskin, as did Simon and I, and the skin had peeled partially back to reveal the pink head like a flower waiting to blossom. My tongue was in behind his skin and the faint musky smell of man hit me. He had obviously been clean earlier but his few trips to relieve himself had left a trace of manliness which was addictive. I giggled inwardly when I thought of the number of cock washes Simon and I had done that night “just in case.”
“That’s fucking brilliant,” he said as I used my expertise to get him hotter still. “You’re the first guy to touch my cock and certainly the first to suck it.”
Simon leaned upwards and shared Jeff’s cock with me. Both out mouths shared licking the sides and we took turns in sucking it in its entirety. I then took to ball-licking. His hairy balls were bigger and heavier than Simon’s as they lay on my face and my tongue enjoyed exploring them.
“Let me see Steve being fucked,” he said. “I so want to see a guy being fucked.”
I so wanted to let him see be being fucked too!
Simon decided on doggy fashion. I knelt on all fours as he lubricated my arse slowly. Jeff knelt to my side watching his every move. Simon handed him the lube and pointed to my arse. Jeff squirted some on his finger and gently worked first one, then two fingers into my arse. I was in Heaven.
“That is awesome,” said Jeff.
Simon handed Jeff the lubricant and asked him to spread it on his cock. After a moment’s hesitation, he did. We didn’t use condoms with each other so this was going to be a bareback entry. Simon persuaded Jeff to slide under me, his head between my legs and a perfect view of entry. This meant I had full access to his wonderful thick cock with my mouth. Simon slowly entered me to a chorus of gasps from Jeff. I wasn’t sure if it was what he was seeing or what I was doing to his cock with my mouth.
It must have looked amazing to him to see Simon’s big cock slide fully in and out of my hole, pulling the flesh around my ring with it on each exit and back in with each entry. He held my hips as he thrusted in and out and I gave Jeff’s cock a full service with my mouth, slowing when I felt him head for climax and speeding up when he wasn’t. He was shuddering with excitement.
Simon and I stayed locked with Jeff’s cock in my mouth, for a round 5 minutes before Simon withdrew his cock and stood up. “You now, Jeff,” he said.
“I’ve never…I don’t know if I…..” he spluttered his half hearted excuses for NOT doing it.
“For Christ’s sake, fuck me!” I said.
Like a meek lamb, he crawled behind me where Simon handed him a condom, took his cock in hand and lubed it, before taking the opened condom back and gently rolling over his thick dick. He then lubed the latex covered flesh and aimed it at my hole with his own hand (something that always turned him on). Jeff took my hips in hand and started to push in. I felt my arse really stretch with this monster and it took about four attempts before the head of it reached the point of no return and he slid into my arse.
As this thick tube made its way upwards, it almost took my breath away. It felt at though it was never going to stop and even though I had been finger stretched and cock stretched, it was still quite a colossal amount of man flesh to take.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” he kept saying as his upwards thrust was replaced with its first pull back and the real fucking began.
It was one Hell of a fucking. Jeff had been holding back for some time I think, as he really threw all caution to the wind. He gripped my hips so hard I had bruising for a few days afterwards, and he started hammering at my arse. Simon was attempting to rim him as he did it but such was the speed of his fucking that I felt sure he would get a broken nose if he kept up the attempt. Everything was ignored by Jeff except whatever sensations was powering up his cock and I knew he was going to shoot his load inside me.
His orgasm was almost frightening and if his wife had been at home she would have heard it two houses away. When he came, the thrusts were violent probes, with second-short silences before another two, or three short thrusts inside my arse. He slid off and rolled on to his back, his cock still erect and the condom, its exceptionally full load, dragging the sac at the top to the side. He left it there, looking lusciously sexy as Simon, once more entered me.
There is nothing Simon loves more than fucking my well fucked bum so his onslaught didn’t last too long. I gripped my own cock and jerked it a few times waiting for Simon’s orgasm which was quick and explosive. His warm spurts of cum jetted into me giving me that wonderful warm feeling only a healthy load of sperm can give. When he finished, I rolled on to my back and finished myself off spraying a healthy coating of my own seed straight into Jeff’s shocked face.
“Another first for him,” I thought.
There was little embarrassment afterwards and in fact we stayed naked for some time and Jeff let me suck him off later which was a lot more leisurely and extremely selfish and enjoyable. He stayed the night and slept between us and we had another, non-fucking session in the morning.
“Where does this leave me now?” he said over breakfast.
“That’s easy,” I said. “You’re a married man with a lovely wife who loves some man sex now and then and can get it on tap when he fancies it.”
“Mmm, that’s sounds about right,” he said.
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By kewtieboy
MMM/1st time/gay/anal/oral
Being gay in the 21st century in the United Kingdom is certainly more relaxed that even a few years ago. When two guys who want to be together are ready they can “get married” and have all the legal perks that is entailed. Of course guys have lived together in the U.K. for years but at last we can feel comfortable intermixed with the rest of society. That’s how I was with Simon. We were both 33, both good looking (at least we thought so) and both earning well. When we saw the house in suburbia we fell in love. It wasn’t some gay man’s dream (i.e. period house full of original features), it was a straight forward small detached three bedroom house in modern development with an integral garage and neighbours who were also all in their thirties only heterosexual!!
If we stuck out, we didn’t notice, and to be honest, we didn’t care. We were just like them in many ways, minus the kids. We nodded to neighbours as we drove home; we chatted about the weather and local gossip and got on with life. The first to speak to us properly were Jeff and Miriam who lived two houses up from us. I have to be honest and say that Simon and I had clocked Jeff already. He was one heck of a gorgeous guy with the looks of a clothing model. He was around six feet tall, well built and he gave off a kind of sex appeal in whatever he did. His dark short hair and six o’clock shadow only added to that appeal.
I think at this stage I need to confess something. Simon and I hade been together since we were 23 and had been legally together for 2 years. I said we were just like any other married couple which isn’t strictly true as we did like to have a little fun from time to time. It might be a threesome or two when on holiday, or meeting with some like minded guy or guys while staying at home. It certainly added spice to our life and actually made our relationship stronger. So talking about Jeff and how hunky he looked was a great time-passer. Jeff certainly paid attention to himself. He only wore designer clothes and was always immaculately groomed whether going to work or digging the garden.
So we enjoyed looking and, to be honest, chatting about what he might be like in bed, when we needed some stimulus added to some late night sex romp together. Of course we were far too nice to be predators, especially to some sweet married couple. It was far too close to home for us.
Anyway back to Miriam and Jeff. Miriam was the first. She came up to me in the front garden one day in the height of summer and introduced herself properly.
“Hi I feel I really should say hello properly,” she said. “I’m Miriam and you?”
“Oh hi, I’m Stephen but answer to Steve,” I replied.
“And your..em..friend?” The hesitation was noticeable and her face reddened slightly.
“Oh you mean Simon. We both begin with ‘S’,” I said.
“We don’t - he’s Jeff,” she replied nodding to the person washing their car. “We’re having a few other couples for a barbeque tomorrow afternoon around 3.00pm so would you and Simon like to come and meet the neighbours?”
“Might be an good idea after being here three months,” I said.
“See you tomorrow,” she waved as she walked back to the hunk stripped to the waist washing the car.
He looked up, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, nodded and smiled and my knees gave way. I couldn’t wait to tell Simon.
It took us two hours to dress down enough to look really cool and smart but still, when we arrived, Jeff stood there coolly pouring wine, his teeth dazzling us in the sun, dressed in fabulous Abercrombie and Fitch from head to foot.
“If he was gay, he’d be a queen,” whispered Simon.
“Bitch,” I sneered back and we both stifled a giggle.
Jeff strode across as soon as he saw up and tried to pull both our right arms out of their sockets with a manly hand shake before we made the introductions. We were then taken around the assembled group of some twenty or so people and introduced. Most were in their thirties or forties and all upwardly mobile. Jeff was by far the most handsome though there were a couple of quite pretty things including the 18 year old son of the oldest couple there, who gave us a very curious look which verged on a Gaydar signal!!
Miriam loved us. She fussed over us, she chatted with us, and she dragged us around everyone all over again. Within two hours she was asking advice on her interior decoration (why do straights think that every gay has a decorator gene just waiting to be exploited?). The décor was stunning and far in excess of anything we could have done.
“It was mainly Jeff’s ideas,” she said. We both looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
Two things came out of that afternoon. Miriam and Jeff became our closest neighbours and hardly a day went by that we weren’t in their house or Miriam was in ours and we managed to have a very embarrassing afternoon two weeks later with young David, the 18 year old who on the pretext of offering inexpensive gardening services, inveigled his way into our house one Saturday afternoon and through the process of sitting with his legs open so we could see clearly up his shorts (no underwear), then a visit to our toilet where he left the door open and started to masturbate openly, we decided to put him out of his misery and stripped him naked, threw him on the bed, then as Simon fed his cock to him, I took his cock in my mouth and was rewarded with a stream of thin teenage ejaculate. The session lasted under ten minutes and young David was down the driveway two minutes after that. I think he thought he had seduced us because he kept well away after that.
As the four-way friendship developed, the fact that we were a ‘couple’ became less of a secret. We didn’t “come out” as such but the information more or less “leaked out.” Before long the gay innuendoes from Jeff followed. They were never offensive and we gave back as good as we got. They had no children which we found strange in a couple who were in their early thirties but we didn’t discuss it initially. Miriam did say that they had tried and failed and they had had tests which, apart from a slightly lower than normal sperm count in Jeff, didn’t explain why there were no babies yet. They were going to try “other methods” soon but in the meantime, sex had become more of a routine than fun. All this leaked out over a few conversations with Miriam usually with a glass of wine in hand.
Jeff started to ‘flirt’ a bit more with us. Not for a minute was this “I want to go to bed with you” flirting, but more the “I want you to find me attractive so that I can have the satisfaction of telling my mates you fancy me,” kind of flirting. I got the feeling he would enjoy telling the other guys at the estate agency where he worked that the gays next door were keen to get into his pants. Sadly, we were, but were not going to let on to him, plus we had too much respect for Miriam, even if he was ever to come on to us.
The next phase with Jeff, when we didn’t rise to his bait, was to be stripped to the waist, band of Armani briefs showing above his trouser/jeans waist band (if there is something that gets my juices going then that’s it). Still we ignored it.
One Friday after dinner, and Miriam’s retiral to bed, a slightly drunk Jeff asked us what we did.
“What do you mean, what do we do?” I asked.
“You know, in bed,” he asked boldly.
“What do you think we do?” I threw back at him. “What do you and Miriam do?” I asked.
“Not enough,” he said.
A silence ensued.
“I’d like to know what gays do in bed?” he continued.
“Surely you can guess some of it?” I said to him.
“Who takes it up the bum, you or Simon? He said.
“Jeesus you’re getting personal,” I retorted.
“Sorry, I just felt we knew each other by now.”
I said, “At the moment it’s not really something I want to talk about to strangers.”
I think we was offended and slightly miffed so he went on to tell us about the baby thing and the sperm count and the fact that they had not been having as much sex, partly because Miriam had slightly lost interest, but so had he. He did say that he couldn’t ever look for another woman as he couldn’t two-time her. I was pleased to hear it.
It was well after 2.30 am when we finished our fourth bottle of Chablis that night. Jeff looked over at us, sitting together on the couch opposite and said, “Are you still doing things regularly?”
I answered that one and told him we were.
“How do you keep it interesting?”
Simon gave me “the look” and I just smiled and said, “This and that.”
We were all very mellow when Jeff again said, “What do you actually do?”
Simon suddenly said, “We fuck, where we can find a hole to fuck, just like you and Miriam, except we have the flexibility of taking turn around.”
Jeff absorbed that one and we both noticed him adjusting the front of his jeans. He was turned on.
“Don’t you ever look at anyone else?” he asked.
“All the time,” I coolly responded.
“Don’t you get jealous of each other then?” he continued.
“Not if we share the person we both fancy,” I answered without actually thinking.
The ensuing reaction and detailed questioning became rather embarrassing as I tried some damage limitation, suggesting it was only an isolated time or two.
He still let out an amazed, “Wow, you sluts!” a smile widening across his face.
It was time to go so we made our excuses and left.
A lot of conversation followed between us, about Jeff. We decided he was just a little lost and randy and was seeking solace in people close to him. We decided it was Miriam we should feel sorry for. We could not even pursue Jeff’s curiosity out of respect for her.
That was until the day I saw the plumber back at Miriam and Jeff’s house for the second time that week. When I saw her, I asked if they had some problems and she said it was a leak in the bathroom. Strangely, when I asked Jeff if they had managed to get the leak sorted, he said it had been repaired three weeks previously. The plumber next visit the following Monday, started to raise my curiosity. Sometimes working from home can be a curse!
I walked out and around to the back of the house, then down the service lane and, sure enough, their bedroom curtains were almost closed. As I looked again from behind a tree, a hunky, hairy plumber, naked to the waist, reached up and closed them fully. Miriam was getting her satisfaction elsewhere.
When I told Simon, he smiled and said, “That changes the rules doesn’t it?” His wicked grin suggested we should, perhaps, push Jeff’s curiosity.
Of course nothing did happen. I didn’t see the plumber’s van again though I did see a dark saloon car parked near her house and what looked like the same guy going inside, on a couple of other occasions. Miriam seemed much perkier than usual but, having seen the plumber, I would have been perkier if he had been sticking his cock into me on a regular basis. Jeff was happier because Miriam was happier and we weren’t going to spill the beans.
Jeff heard that we had been using a gym in the town centre and said he was thinking of moving to it. We arranged for a guest pass and he came with us. After our exercises I was aware, in the showers, that Jeff was taking an interest in me while I soaped. Simon was already getting dressed.
We showered alongside each other and Jeff suddenly said, “Do you take Simon or the other way around?”
I was slightly taken aback but told him that I usually took Simon.
“He seems well blessed so how can you get it all inside you?” he continued while washing away quite nonchalantly.
“Patience and experience,” I said. “I can take a lot bigger than Simon if I have to.”
Jeff looked down at his cock and cupped his hands under his balls to make it rise up. “Even this, if you had to?”
“Particularly that if I had to,” I said smiling.
“Slut,” he said with a smile and changed the conversation around to whether we should go for drink afterwards.
We ended up in a semi-gay bar where many local gays met for a drink on weekday evenings. The gayness wasn’t that obvious so we weren’t troubled at taking Jeff. After a few pints, Jeff went to the toilet and I updated Simon on the conversation in the showers. When Jeff returned, he sat down with a smirk on his face.
“Christ you gays are well blessed,” he said. “The guy next to me at the urinals flashed a fucking massive dick at me, brick hard as well. Nice to see I can pull both sexes.” He looked over at me and said,” And I bet you would have had problems taking his cock up your arse.” He then nodded to the guy coming out of the toilets.
I looked across at the attractive thirty-something coming out and smiled as I glanced over at Simon, then Jeff and said, “I have!”
Jeff spluttered, “You two are just too much.”
The odd innuendo on evening sessions with him and Miriam was all that followed. We saw little further evidence of Miriam’s plumber fling but her constant good nature suggested he was still keeping her happy and Jeff, from what he said, was still not getting enough.
A hen party for one of Miriam’s old schoolmates took her to Dublin for three nights and prompted a suggestion from Jeff that we have a wild lad’s weekend at home. His emphasis at the two words “wild” and “lads” suggested to me that he wanted to tease his sexuality further.
Simon was a bit awkward at first. “What happens if we end up naked in bed with him? And then what happens afterwards?”
“You know Simon,” I said, “I’m so fucking hot to have his cock in me that I don’t fucking care.”
“Randy cunt,” he said with a smile.
Night one, Friday, went as most drunken lad’s night do and we ended up, after a pub crawl, back at ours. All slouched on relevant couches and talking about life. We found out that Jeff had gone to a well heeled boarding school and he told us that, though there were many “faggots” he had never indulged as it hadn’t been his scene. After a suitably long and embarrassed silence he then told us, his attitude had changed. In what way, we didn’t know!
“How many guys have fucked you?” he suddenly asked me.
“Don’t know, probably around 60,” I said.
“Holy shit,” he responded.
“How many guys have you fucked?” he asked Simon.
“Around 60,” he said, “but I have sex with many more whom I haven’t fucked.”
“Jeesus Christ and here’s me thinking having 10 women was amazing and daring. I’m missing out somewhere and certainly now when Miriam thinks sex is a once a month thing!” he said.
He started to ask a few more personal questions about how I kept it clean for fucking and both Simon and I got a very clear feeling that that was one of his aversions had clearly been swept away. At around 1.00am he clambered to his feet and said he was horny and going to bed and with that, he stumbled out of the door, leaving Simon and I with brick hard erections and the need for some quick mutual masturbation.
He invited himself for supper the following night and though we did not want to push him towards sex (and suffer recriminations when his guilty conscience kicked in), we were determined to be slightly more proactive and responsive to his questions this time.
After dinner, beer and wine, we ended up in an almost identical scenario on the couches. Jeff nursed a Remy Martin and pointed out that he had had to wank twice the previous night.
“Miriam’s away and you two can fuck each other whereas all I have is this,” he said holding up his right hand.
“Oh poor Jeff. If we had known, we would have helped you,” I said.
“Yeh a real dick in you would have made you less cocky,” he slurred.
“Did you fuck last night?” he then asked quietly.
“Yes,” Simon lied, “he took my cock right in him and I shot gallons of cum up his arse.”
We both saw the lump grow in Jeff’s jeans and he made no attempt to cover it.
“I bet that looked awesome,” he said. “I would love to see you at it.”
Silence ensued.
“Have you ever done it in front of someone?” he asked.
“Yes and also in a group,” said Simon.
“Fucking Hell…I don’t suppose……?” his voice faded.
“Don’t suppose what Jeff. What is it you want to see? What do you want us to do Jeff? Tell us?” I splurted the words out.
“No it’s pervy,” he said. Then he quietly continued with, “I just thought it would be awesome to see you two actually doing it. At school, I never had any of the faggots but sometimes I could hear them having each other after lights out and I used to lie in bed and quietly wank, wondering what faggots actually did. I would try to time cumming to when I heard them groaning and I knew they were cumming too but I never did anything else.”
“We do something, you don’t cast it up and you don’t go all saintly on us because it’s you asking us and not us faggots asking you.” I actually spat the word ‘faggot’ out as it was the one he had used throughout.
“Would you, honestly? Fucking Ace! It would so turn me on and, you never know, I might even get excited enough to do something if you would let me.”
I quietly thought, “That’s what we’re hoping too.”
We were already well-prepared for sex on the off chance, so when Simon took me and started kissing me as we stood in front of Jeff, I was horny as Hell. Simon was breathing heavily, his tongue down my throat and his hands all over me. He pulled my t-shirt out and lifted it up to suck my nipples. It was pulled over my head and he unclipped my belt. I pulled Simon’s top off to bring his to the same state of undress as I was. We had choreographed well with shoes and socks being discarded next. Simon knelt in front of me and unzipped my jeans. He opened them discreetly pulled down the front of my white Armani’s and took my cock in his mouth, ensuring that Jeff couldn’t see it.
Jeff was wriggling on the sofa trying hard to see my cock but Simon ensured his mouth covered it all. Jeff was openly gripping his very visible erection. My jeans slipped to my ankles on their own and Simon stood up and slipped off his own, leaving us both naked except for white briefs. Our cocks were both straining.
“It would help us both, if you relaxed and felt free to expose your own cock,” said Simon.
Jeff grunted a non-committal response which sounded like, “maybe.”
Simon pushed me to my knees on the edge of the sofa in a doggy position and pulled my briefs down to expose my arse. He buried his mouth into me and started to lick me out. His tongue entered me and I had to grip my own cock and stroke gently as I was so horny. My briefs were removed and Simon rolled me out, flat on the floor, my six inches sticking proudly and firmly straight upwards. He slid his mouth fully over it, slipping the foreskin back as he did so then licking down to lick my balls.
The sharp outtake of breath made me look over to see Jeff’s jeans around his thighs along with his blue boxers and a very sizeable erection in his hand. Simon saw it too.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum until we’re done and we don’t fancy fucking in front of a spent audience, ok?” said Steve.
“Don’t worry,” said Jeff, “I can spin it out for hours.
“Just long enough to fuck me,” I thought.
Simon pulled off his briefs and sat astride me, defying natural law by trying to push his extremely hard cock downwards and into my mouth. I sat up and engulfed the head. His sweet tasting precum assailed my taste buds and left a trail from my mouth each time it slipped out.
“Some size of a cock Simon,” said Jeff, nodding in the direction of Simon’s eight inches.
He was right, of course. One thing I loved was Simon’s big cock which more than satisfied my desire for size of cock, if not for quantity of cocks! By now, Simon had slid down over my prone body and was sucking my dick again while I lay back, my hands behind my head. Jeff had pulled his jeans and shorts off and was stroking his cock on the sofa.
“Would anyone suck mine?” I heard him say.
“Bring it here,” I said as he rose from the sofa to kneel facing the top of my head, placing his balls on my face and his wonderful cock, at last, entered my mouth.
It was smaller that Simon’s in length but the width, that wonderful width. It was almost a rectangle, so bulk was it’s width to length ratio. I figured he was just short of seven inches but so, so thick. He, too had foreskin, as did Simon and I, and the skin had peeled partially back to reveal the pink head like a flower waiting to blossom. My tongue was in behind his skin and the faint musky smell of man hit me. He had obviously been clean earlier but his few trips to relieve himself had left a trace of manliness which was addictive. I giggled inwardly when I thought of the number of cock washes Simon and I had done that night “just in case.”
“That’s fucking brilliant,” he said as I used my expertise to get him hotter still. “You’re the first guy to touch my cock and certainly the first to suck it.”
Simon leaned upwards and shared Jeff’s cock with me. Both out mouths shared licking the sides and we took turns in sucking it in its entirety. I then took to ball-licking. His hairy balls were bigger and heavier than Simon’s as they lay on my face and my tongue enjoyed exploring them.
“Let me see Steve being fucked,” he said. “I so want to see a guy being fucked.”
I so wanted to let him see be being fucked too!
Simon decided on doggy fashion. I knelt on all fours as he lubricated my arse slowly. Jeff knelt to my side watching his every move. Simon handed him the lube and pointed to my arse. Jeff squirted some on his finger and gently worked first one, then two fingers into my arse. I was in Heaven.
“That is awesome,” said Jeff.
Simon handed Jeff the lubricant and asked him to spread it on his cock. After a moment’s hesitation, he did. We didn’t use condoms with each other so this was going to be a bareback entry. Simon persuaded Jeff to slide under me, his head between my legs and a perfect view of entry. This meant I had full access to his wonderful thick cock with my mouth. Simon slowly entered me to a chorus of gasps from Jeff. I wasn’t sure if it was what he was seeing or what I was doing to his cock with my mouth.
It must have looked amazing to him to see Simon’s big cock slide fully in and out of my hole, pulling the flesh around my ring with it on each exit and back in with each entry. He held my hips as he thrusted in and out and I gave Jeff’s cock a full service with my mouth, slowing when I felt him head for climax and speeding up when he wasn’t. He was shuddering with excitement.
Simon and I stayed locked with Jeff’s cock in my mouth, for a round 5 minutes before Simon withdrew his cock and stood up. “You now, Jeff,” he said.
“I’ve never…I don’t know if I…..” he spluttered his half hearted excuses for NOT doing it.
“For Christ’s sake, fuck me!” I said.
Like a meek lamb, he crawled behind me where Simon handed him a condom, took his cock in hand and lubed it, before taking the opened condom back and gently rolling over his thick dick. He then lubed the latex covered flesh and aimed it at my hole with his own hand (something that always turned him on). Jeff took my hips in hand and started to push in. I felt my arse really stretch with this monster and it took about four attempts before the head of it reached the point of no return and he slid into my arse.
As this thick tube made its way upwards, it almost took my breath away. It felt at though it was never going to stop and even though I had been finger stretched and cock stretched, it was still quite a colossal amount of man flesh to take.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” he kept saying as his upwards thrust was replaced with its first pull back and the real fucking began.
It was one Hell of a fucking. Jeff had been holding back for some time I think, as he really threw all caution to the wind. He gripped my hips so hard I had bruising for a few days afterwards, and he started hammering at my arse. Simon was attempting to rim him as he did it but such was the speed of his fucking that I felt sure he would get a broken nose if he kept up the attempt. Everything was ignored by Jeff except whatever sensations was powering up his cock and I knew he was going to shoot his load inside me.
His orgasm was almost frightening and if his wife had been at home she would have heard it two houses away. When he came, the thrusts were violent probes, with second-short silences before another two, or three short thrusts inside my arse. He slid off and rolled on to his back, his cock still erect and the condom, its exceptionally full load, dragging the sac at the top to the side. He left it there, looking lusciously sexy as Simon, once more entered me.
There is nothing Simon loves more than fucking my well fucked bum so his onslaught didn’t last too long. I gripped my own cock and jerked it a few times waiting for Simon’s orgasm which was quick and explosive. His warm spurts of cum jetted into me giving me that wonderful warm feeling only a healthy load of sperm can give. When he finished, I rolled on to my back and finished myself off spraying a healthy coating of my own seed straight into Jeff’s shocked face.
“Another first for him,” I thought.
There was little embarrassment afterwards and in fact we stayed naked for some time and Jeff let me suck him off later which was a lot more leisurely and extremely selfish and enjoyable. He stayed the night and slept between us and we had another, non-fucking session in the morning.
“Where does this leave me now?” he said over breakfast.
“That’s easy,” I said. “You’re a married man with a lovely wife who loves some man sex now and then and can get it on tap when he fancies it.”
“Mmm, that’s sounds about right,” he said.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
The Campbells are Cumming
The Campbells are Cumming
by kewtieboy
MMMF/teen/kilt/oral/group/size/incest?
Fiona Lindsay sat to the rear of the coach, slightly dreamy and looking forward to her day out. She was with friends, lots of them. Since her boyfriend David and she had split quite amicably, she hadn’t really been looking for a new serious boyfriend though she had to admit she missed her Sunday afternoon shags with him. She was 18 and if she hadn’t been Scottish, you would have called her an ‘English Rose’.
Fiona looked a shy soul. She was slim, blonde with quite short hair but not to the level of being boyish. Her body was trim and her breasts were what would be called “pert.” Her main attribute, she thought, was her bottom. Rather than the full pear shape of most women, her bottom was almost boy-like and, for some reason, boys liked it.
David’s attentions for her had been wandering and their one night out and one Sunday afternoon in (while his parents were out each Sunday) had given her a taste for regular shagging and for cock sucking. She loved a cock just before it came when it went really hard and then the force of cum shot out and hit the back of her throat. Every Sunday, David would give her a really good shagging and then he would doze off, while she cuddled down to his soft cock and take around an hour of gentle sucking to bring him back up to strength so she could blow him off as an encore.
As she dreamed, the excited chatter of her friends around her, she was aware someone was looking at her from the front of the coach. It was Neil Johnston. Neil was her age and seemed to fancy her. She liked him too. He looked younger than her, mainly due to his sandy hair and freckles. He was turned in his seat and he smiled and waved to her. She smiled back. The trouble with Neil is by the time he got round to shagging her she would be a granny! He was so slow.
Fiona snapped back into the present, aware that she was slightly damp between the legs with all these thoughts of shagging and cum and she blushed, hoping the damp patch would dry before she had to dance. Fiona was a member of the Inverlessie Scottish Country Dance Team whom along with the Inverlessie Pipe Band, were heading from their base in Edinburgh to the Inverkeithing Highland Games just a 30 minute or so coach trip. Ordinarily, Fiona’s parents would pick her up afterwards and take her home but her aunt had died in the South West of England so Fiona was on her own at home for a few days and was travelling both ways in the coach. Secretly, she hoped that Neil might pluck up the courage to come home with her and fuck her brains out but she didn’t hold out much chance.
She felt quite smart in her red and blue tartan skirt and white blouse with a matching tartan sash diagonally across her chest. All the pipe band members, male and female, wore the same tartan and as she looked around the coach, she wondered if all the guys were following tradition and wearing nothing under their kilts. Obviously the dancers did for practical reasons but there was no need for the pipe band. Her eyes looked up and down at the assortment of guys from those in their sixties and then all decades down to young early teenage boys and she thought of all the cocks dangling beneath their legs. She flushed again and realised she must now have a large damp patch on her white panties by now.
Neil was standing in front of her and her mind briefly wondered if his cock was hanging free. She almost felt like putting her hand up between his legs to check but realised there was a time and place for everything.
“Glad you’re coming back in the bus,” he said. “Can I sit beside you afterwards?”
“Of course you can,” she replied. “What normally happens when we get back to Edinburgh?” she asked Neil.
“Not a lot. I usually go back to my Uncle Rob’s place and we have a few beers,” was his uninteresting reply.
She looked at Uncle Rob. Rob Campbell’s wife had left him a couple of years before. He was around 35 she figured, maybe older, and if you liked guys twice her age, he was very good looking. His hair was receding but he shaved it to designer stubble and it made him quite sexy. Beside him stood his younger brother, who was called Jack. Apparently, Jack was short for Jackson Campbell after some film star in the 1980’s. Now Jack was closer to her type. He was a rough diamond but was really fit. She loved the way his kilt ran over his bum leaving a little ledge at his waist above his bum almost big enough to stand a glass of beer. His piercing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair made her shiver. He saw her and winked and she blushed again, the brief thought of his cock below his kilt adding to the heat in her cheeks.
“…..so we could go back their if you like.” Neil had been talking during her daydream session.
“Oh fine! Eh where did you say?”
“Rob and Jack have a few of us round after we get back, ‘cos you know he has his own place since Julie left him.”
“Cool,” she said pleased to be treated as a grown up and not the mollycoddled child whose parents always picked her up after an event.
The Highland games went well and Fiona felt on top form. They came second and the pipe band came third in their sections so it seemed to be a cause to celebrate. The weather had held and Fiona managed to get a little quiet time with Neil. He had a beer and she had a Bacardi Breezer and enjoyed the little buzz it gave her. The day flew in and soon it was early evening and they were on their way home. Neil sat beside her and gave her a little kiss on the way back. Her heart fluttered and she so wanted some sex!
When everyone climbed off the coach Neil pulled Fiona over and said to Rob, “Can she come back too?”
“Do you drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re invited,” he said walking away.
Back at the top floor tenement flat were a small group. There was three of the girl dancers including Fiona, one male dancer, and the rest were pipers, including the Campbell brothers. The two other females were definitely attached to two of the pipers and they spent most of the time snogging each other’s faces off. The remaining two guys were friends of Rob and seemed to be in their late thirties. One guy sat opposite Fiona and winked at her. He wasn’t that attractive but the way he was sitting on the floor, Fiona realised she could see his balls and his cock lying on top of them. His cock didn’t look too big but she found it very erotic. He didn’t know she could see until someone suddenly pointed out that his “meat and two veg” were showing and he quickly adjusted himself.
Fiona and Neil went an errand for more beer. She had had about four glasses of wine and was feeling quite relaxed but very horny and Neil was being quite forward, kissing her on the lips as they went down the stairs and actually squeezing one of her breasts gently before apologising. As he kissed her, she could feel his cock press against her front and the tent in his kilt suggested he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. She was very tempted to grip it but curtailed herself.
When they returned back with the beer, the house had almost emptied. Only Rob and Jack were there.
“Where’s everyone?” said Neil.
“Och they’ve all got something or someone to do,” said Rob. “All that’s left are two virgins and two guys who are over the hill.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” said someone and Fiona realised it had been her. “Sorry I spoke out loud,” she said, blushing again.
“When a pretty virgin girl gives me a compliment, I take it with both hands,” said Rob.
“I’m not……” she started to say then stopped, realising with wine was talking telling them she wasn’t a virgin might not be a good idea.
She felt very comfortable with them. No one was being suggestive to her and no one was coming on to her. Sadly neither was Neil. The talk was of the day’s piping and the afternoon’s football results and soon it was after ten o’clock. Fiona’s mother had phoned and she chatted away about the day and when she returned to the room, Rob was sitting up on the back of the sofa talking animatedly about some goalkeeper or another and Fiona sat back down. She looked up and suddenly realised she could see Rob’s cock and balls. His legs were apart and, as he was at the higher level they were quite clear. The others sat either side and couldn’t see the same view.
His cock was huge. It was bigger soft than David’s had been fully erect. She began to dream again and wondered what it would feel like inside her, or better still, spraying cum in her mouth. Rob was talking now about some dancer he had been chatting up and when she looked again his cock was getting hard. This beautiful creature had foreskin which was peeling back gently as it rose. Rob put his hand under and adjusted it and as he did, he caught Fiona’s eye and realised she had been watching. He smiled at her.
“He lads, come up here,” he said, patting the sofa back beside him. “I want to talk to you about this pretty young girl.
The guys, all quite drunk, clambered up beside him, not fully realising that their tackle was on full display to Fiona.
“What you see here, Fiona,” he said, slightly pulling his kilt up, “is a selection of Scottish manhood. You have a mature beast with the equipment and looks to match, you have a young stud with some experience and a lot of energy and you’ve got a wee virgin there who’s not quite sure how to work with what he’s got but he’s a cutie anyway. Now who would you pick?”
Fiona blushed again. She could see all three cocks. Only Rob’s was hard, probably because the others had no idea what he was talking about. She wondered if they did know, would they be hard too. She felt very wet down there again.
“I can’t choose,” she said.
“Can’t choose because you don’t want any or can’t choose because you want all three?” said Rob. He turned to either side in turn and said,” Guys show her what a man is made of, open your legs.”
Jack did immediately and she saw his cock jump. Neil looked on in a mad panic. Rob looked at him, lifted his kilt and exposed his enormous cock to Neil.
“If I can you can,” he said.
Fiona smiled as she saw Neil, embarrassed as he was immediately responding between the legs. One minute he was soft and the next he was rigid.
“Now which do you want?” said Rob.
“All three!”
There was that voice again. She realised it was hers but wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for. She was quite drunk, she knew that, but more importantly she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. She was on fire inside and the lining of her vagina was twitching. She so wanted fucked!
Fiona stood up and slipped off her panties. “We’re even now,” she said sitting back down.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing, it was so out of character but she also could see three horny guys, including a very embarrassed Neil and more importantly, three hard cocks. The thoughts of what was about to happen made her feel weak at the knees and she felt so, so dirty!
“Right Neil, go and get some practise and let your uncles watch you lose your cherry,” said Rob.
Rob was Neil’s mother’s brother. The family connection made Fiona hotter still. Neil stood up, his cock stuck out with the kilt like a pelmet, being held up as it rested on it. He pulled off his white shirt and displayed a naked chest with a few freckles sprinkled across it and started to remove his kilt.
“Don’t, said Fiona.
She liked the idea of pipers fucking her and removing the kilt would shatter that illusion. He walked tentatively over to stand in front of her and Fiona leaned forward, lifted the tartan fabric and engulfed his five or six inch cock in one gulp. He gasped as her fingers caressed his red haired balls which were tight to his body and that wonderful scent of man invaded her nostrils. She sucked and sucked until he screamed for her to stop.
She did, just as Jack walked over. Jack was a real hunk and, stripped to the waist his trim, flat stomach had a trail of hair up to his navel and then a patch on his chest. His cock was a rod of iron. He was circumcised, only the second one she had seen. The length was around seven inches but it felt brick hard in her hand as she gripped him. Neil stood slightly to the side staring. Fiona assumed the first time he had seen his uncle’s cock, and probably the first time he had seen a hard cock. She engulfed Jack’s dick. The texture was so hard she hardly felt it was made of skin and she wondered how it would feel inside her with such firmness. She couldn’t fit it all in her mouth so concentrated on sucking the head and top half. Little trickles of pre-cum flavoured and helped her sucking and, once more she gripped his balls as she sucked. His blonde hair was much more copious forming a thick curly mass around his balls and she loved the feel of the wiriness as she stroked. He too, asked her to stop as he was close.
“You are amazing young girl and no virgin, I guess,” said Jack.
Fiona smiled. “Are you hoping to check,” she asked.
“You bet,” he replied.
As Jack stood back, she saw Rob coming towards her. Jack had obviously seen it before but Neil’s mouth dropped. Fiona got the feeling that these two brothers had done a double act with some young lady before, such was their coordination. Fiona wasn’t good at guessing but assuming Jack’s was over seven inches, this one must have been close to ten but it was thick, very thick!
She stretched her mouth around the head and slid back his loose foreskin to reveal a plump head. The texture of this cock was softer than Jack’s. It was still stiff and erect but it felt spongier. His balls were loose and heavy unlike the other two and interestingly, they had been shaved so were very soft to the touch. The balls filled her whole hand while her other hand held the brute in her mouth and sucked.
“Fucking Hell you’re a born cocksucker if ever I met one,” said Rob and he gently pushed the cock in and out of her mouth.
Both other lads just stood, watching and stroking their own cocks. Rob withdrew and pushed Fiona back on the couch, lifting her kilt to reveal her open cunt. He gently fingered her.
“Christ you’re wet,” he commented, stating the obvious as two fingers disappeared inside her. “Let’s make you wetter.”
Pushing her legs wide open and in full view of the others, he buried his head between her legs and his tongue slipped into her sloppy opening. She felt his bristles on her but more importantly, his long tongue knew what it was doing. He lapped at her, he played with her little nub and he spread her wider to get further inside. A firework display went off in Fiona’s head and someone screamed. She realised it had been her, as an orgasm washed over her. Never had she come so quickly.
Rob quickly stripped her naked to reveal her breasts and Neil was brought over to start sucking on her nipples. The rough tartan material was very erotic between her legs, as was his hard cock which kept slipping around her open cunt. The two older men stood back to give him some room and he, following his uncle’s lead, dropped down between her legs and started slurping. He had none of the technique of his older uncle and his tongue more or less just slopped around inside her but it gave her some time to prepare for what she assumed was to come.
Uncle Rob handed Neil a condom. Neil unwrapped it and tried, with initial difficulty (they don’t go on easily when inside out), to stretch it over his eager teenage cock.
“Are you ok with this?” he kindly asked. “It’s my first time.”
“I can’t wait,” she replied.
The rubber firmly in place, his cock was pushed between her legs and, after a false insertion, quickly disappeared inside Fiona. She gripped his arse under the kilt and he started to fuck her. Fiona was lost in oblivion. The hard teenage cock was just like David’s and it’s eager humping and Neil’s heavy breathing really turned her on. He kissed her nipples as he fucked. He was never going to last long but she didn’t care as she knew more was to come.
The wee lad groaned as his pace changed and his final three thrusts suggested a nice load of young cum was filling the rubber inside her. She could actually feel the pressure as the liquid fired inside to find itself restricted by the rubber teat. He pulled a dwindling cock out, the bag on the end showing he had plenty cum for her pleasure the next time she sucked him off. He pulled it off and for a moment she was going to ask him to tip it on her but she thought better of it. As he sat opposite, Jack came over to the sofa.
Fiona was completely naked and lying back with her legs bend and open. Jack went between them again and licked her cunt. She found the idea of one guy sucking where another cock had been very exciting and she lay back to give him full access. Rob slipped around and laid his heavy, semi-hard cock on her face. She took it in her hand and placed it between her lips. The liquid at the head dripped into her mouth. As she sucked, Jack took position and wrapped a rubber on his cock. He gently pushed into her and the additional size was most welcome as he slid his full length inside her. His hands were agile and he kissed her, with both hands taking a tit each. Rob has stood back again, waiting his turn. It was so lovely to be kissed and Jack was a good kisser. His tongue explored her mouth with a hunger as though it was looking for something to eat and his hard rod felt really satisfying inside her, reaching all the way into her body as he picked up speed.
That growing warmth started up her body again and she knew another orgasm was on its way. It grew and grew and Jack, sensing it moved his thrusting to allow his cock to have more purchase against her vagina wall as he fucked. That triggered it and the orgasm came with such frightening speed that she felt like she had had some kind of drug induced “high.” She grabbed Jack’s head and forced his mouth hard down on his, her tongue pushing back into his mouth as she did so. He came simultaneously and the pair of them collapsed backwards as his cock slid out and lay with the rubber full of cum dangling between his legs.
She glanced across and Rob stood with a wicked smile on his lips.
“Have you room inside for one more? He asked.
She smiled weakly but nothing was going to stop her being impaled on that monster. Thankfully her afternoon’s dreaming had left her very wet inside and she felt she could manage him. Little Neil, by this time was standing watching and wanking, his cock in his hand.
Rob asked Fiona down on to the floor and he placed some cushions under her head. He, like the others, licked her slightly reddened cunt. He lapped around it and again Fiona got the feeling that these guys enjoyed licking a newly fucked cunt. The condom had some difficultly covering the length of Rob’s cock but it had no trouble with width. He spent some time before entry, licking her thighs and her cunt, then traced up to her stomach and breasts. She enjoys this tenderness and it helped her return to an eagerness to enjoy Rob’s cock.
When he entered, his experience showed. He was gentle and slow. He played around the entrance and gently teased her to this new width before starting to enter her. It felt like her first ever fuck. She remembered the boy at school who probably only had six inches but the feeling of this alien thing entering her body was both exciting and scary. The size of Rob was much greater and felt like she imagined giving birth in reverse. He took fully four or five minutes before it was fully inside her. He then slowly slid back and firth allowing her to accept the brute, before picking up a little speed. This casual session was enjoyable and little ripples passed through her body as the gentle fuck took place.
Now he was really inside her and his speed picked up. His kissing was rougher than Jack’s but somehow really manly. His scent was that of a man. This guys was probably just five or six years younger than her father and his big man’s cock was embedded in her teenage cunt. He licked her nipples, he kissed her again, he thrusted and sweated as he fucked. Jack watched from the sofa, his cock half hard but spent but Neil stood really close, still wearing his kilt and wanking furiously.
“Come here, nephew,” said Rob as he pushed into her. “Put your hand between my legs from behind and feel my balls, then squeeze them and feel my cock going into her.”
Neil scooted around and did as he was bid. Fiona could feel his warm hands grip Rob’s cock as it pummelled her. She also felt his finger slip in alongside it, waking her wince a little.
“I’m getting close,” said Rob. “Want me to cum in you and Neil there to cum on you?”
“Oh yes,” said Fiona.
Neil was around at her head, kneeling on the floor facing her face. Rob was fucking and kissing her.
“I’m going to get cum on you uncle unless you move,” said Neil.
“Shut up and just do it,” said Rob.
Neil’s cock sprayed a jet of thin cum that belied his previous ejaculation only thirty minutes or so before. Fiona opened her mouth to accept it and just as it fired in, Rob clamped down on her, his tongue sharing the young lad’s seed. The remainder sprayed her face and his and she felt his massive organ dump his own cum inside her simultaneously. The final orgasm for her came as she pondered sharing a boy’s cum with a fully grown man. It was just so dirty.
There should have been an embarrassing aftermath with everyone fumbling for clothes, but Rob’s compliments to all for the fabulous performances made everyone laugh.
“You’re one Hell of a girl,” said Rob, “and I hope you’ll give us the pleasure of your cunt again some time, either together or individually.”
“You bet,” she said limping to the toilet to freshen up.
And she did!
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by kewtieboy
MMMF/teen/kilt/oral/group/size/incest?
Fiona Lindsay sat to the rear of the coach, slightly dreamy and looking forward to her day out. She was with friends, lots of them. Since her boyfriend David and she had split quite amicably, she hadn’t really been looking for a new serious boyfriend though she had to admit she missed her Sunday afternoon shags with him. She was 18 and if she hadn’t been Scottish, you would have called her an ‘English Rose’.
Fiona looked a shy soul. She was slim, blonde with quite short hair but not to the level of being boyish. Her body was trim and her breasts were what would be called “pert.” Her main attribute, she thought, was her bottom. Rather than the full pear shape of most women, her bottom was almost boy-like and, for some reason, boys liked it.
David’s attentions for her had been wandering and their one night out and one Sunday afternoon in (while his parents were out each Sunday) had given her a taste for regular shagging and for cock sucking. She loved a cock just before it came when it went really hard and then the force of cum shot out and hit the back of her throat. Every Sunday, David would give her a really good shagging and then he would doze off, while she cuddled down to his soft cock and take around an hour of gentle sucking to bring him back up to strength so she could blow him off as an encore.
As she dreamed, the excited chatter of her friends around her, she was aware someone was looking at her from the front of the coach. It was Neil Johnston. Neil was her age and seemed to fancy her. She liked him too. He looked younger than her, mainly due to his sandy hair and freckles. He was turned in his seat and he smiled and waved to her. She smiled back. The trouble with Neil is by the time he got round to shagging her she would be a granny! He was so slow.
Fiona snapped back into the present, aware that she was slightly damp between the legs with all these thoughts of shagging and cum and she blushed, hoping the damp patch would dry before she had to dance. Fiona was a member of the Inverlessie Scottish Country Dance Team whom along with the Inverlessie Pipe Band, were heading from their base in Edinburgh to the Inverkeithing Highland Games just a 30 minute or so coach trip. Ordinarily, Fiona’s parents would pick her up afterwards and take her home but her aunt had died in the South West of England so Fiona was on her own at home for a few days and was travelling both ways in the coach. Secretly, she hoped that Neil might pluck up the courage to come home with her and fuck her brains out but she didn’t hold out much chance.
She felt quite smart in her red and blue tartan skirt and white blouse with a matching tartan sash diagonally across her chest. All the pipe band members, male and female, wore the same tartan and as she looked around the coach, she wondered if all the guys were following tradition and wearing nothing under their kilts. Obviously the dancers did for practical reasons but there was no need for the pipe band. Her eyes looked up and down at the assortment of guys from those in their sixties and then all decades down to young early teenage boys and she thought of all the cocks dangling beneath their legs. She flushed again and realised she must now have a large damp patch on her white panties by now.
Neil was standing in front of her and her mind briefly wondered if his cock was hanging free. She almost felt like putting her hand up between his legs to check but realised there was a time and place for everything.
“Glad you’re coming back in the bus,” he said. “Can I sit beside you afterwards?”
“Of course you can,” she replied. “What normally happens when we get back to Edinburgh?” she asked Neil.
“Not a lot. I usually go back to my Uncle Rob’s place and we have a few beers,” was his uninteresting reply.
She looked at Uncle Rob. Rob Campbell’s wife had left him a couple of years before. He was around 35 she figured, maybe older, and if you liked guys twice her age, he was very good looking. His hair was receding but he shaved it to designer stubble and it made him quite sexy. Beside him stood his younger brother, who was called Jack. Apparently, Jack was short for Jackson Campbell after some film star in the 1980’s. Now Jack was closer to her type. He was a rough diamond but was really fit. She loved the way his kilt ran over his bum leaving a little ledge at his waist above his bum almost big enough to stand a glass of beer. His piercing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair made her shiver. He saw her and winked and she blushed again, the brief thought of his cock below his kilt adding to the heat in her cheeks.
“…..so we could go back their if you like.” Neil had been talking during her daydream session.
“Oh fine! Eh where did you say?”
“Rob and Jack have a few of us round after we get back, ‘cos you know he has his own place since Julie left him.”
“Cool,” she said pleased to be treated as a grown up and not the mollycoddled child whose parents always picked her up after an event.
The Highland games went well and Fiona felt on top form. They came second and the pipe band came third in their sections so it seemed to be a cause to celebrate. The weather had held and Fiona managed to get a little quiet time with Neil. He had a beer and she had a Bacardi Breezer and enjoyed the little buzz it gave her. The day flew in and soon it was early evening and they were on their way home. Neil sat beside her and gave her a little kiss on the way back. Her heart fluttered and she so wanted some sex!
When everyone climbed off the coach Neil pulled Fiona over and said to Rob, “Can she come back too?”
“Do you drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re invited,” he said walking away.
Back at the top floor tenement flat were a small group. There was three of the girl dancers including Fiona, one male dancer, and the rest were pipers, including the Campbell brothers. The two other females were definitely attached to two of the pipers and they spent most of the time snogging each other’s faces off. The remaining two guys were friends of Rob and seemed to be in their late thirties. One guy sat opposite Fiona and winked at her. He wasn’t that attractive but the way he was sitting on the floor, Fiona realised she could see his balls and his cock lying on top of them. His cock didn’t look too big but she found it very erotic. He didn’t know she could see until someone suddenly pointed out that his “meat and two veg” were showing and he quickly adjusted himself.
Fiona and Neil went an errand for more beer. She had had about four glasses of wine and was feeling quite relaxed but very horny and Neil was being quite forward, kissing her on the lips as they went down the stairs and actually squeezing one of her breasts gently before apologising. As he kissed her, she could feel his cock press against her front and the tent in his kilt suggested he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. She was very tempted to grip it but curtailed herself.
When they returned back with the beer, the house had almost emptied. Only Rob and Jack were there.
“Where’s everyone?” said Neil.
“Och they’ve all got something or someone to do,” said Rob. “All that’s left are two virgins and two guys who are over the hill.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” said someone and Fiona realised it had been her. “Sorry I spoke out loud,” she said, blushing again.
“When a pretty virgin girl gives me a compliment, I take it with both hands,” said Rob.
“I’m not……” she started to say then stopped, realising with wine was talking telling them she wasn’t a virgin might not be a good idea.
She felt very comfortable with them. No one was being suggestive to her and no one was coming on to her. Sadly neither was Neil. The talk was of the day’s piping and the afternoon’s football results and soon it was after ten o’clock. Fiona’s mother had phoned and she chatted away about the day and when she returned to the room, Rob was sitting up on the back of the sofa talking animatedly about some goalkeeper or another and Fiona sat back down. She looked up and suddenly realised she could see Rob’s cock and balls. His legs were apart and, as he was at the higher level they were quite clear. The others sat either side and couldn’t see the same view.
His cock was huge. It was bigger soft than David’s had been fully erect. She began to dream again and wondered what it would feel like inside her, or better still, spraying cum in her mouth. Rob was talking now about some dancer he had been chatting up and when she looked again his cock was getting hard. This beautiful creature had foreskin which was peeling back gently as it rose. Rob put his hand under and adjusted it and as he did, he caught Fiona’s eye and realised she had been watching. He smiled at her.
“He lads, come up here,” he said, patting the sofa back beside him. “I want to talk to you about this pretty young girl.
The guys, all quite drunk, clambered up beside him, not fully realising that their tackle was on full display to Fiona.
“What you see here, Fiona,” he said, slightly pulling his kilt up, “is a selection of Scottish manhood. You have a mature beast with the equipment and looks to match, you have a young stud with some experience and a lot of energy and you’ve got a wee virgin there who’s not quite sure how to work with what he’s got but he’s a cutie anyway. Now who would you pick?”
Fiona blushed again. She could see all three cocks. Only Rob’s was hard, probably because the others had no idea what he was talking about. She wondered if they did know, would they be hard too. She felt very wet down there again.
“I can’t choose,” she said.
“Can’t choose because you don’t want any or can’t choose because you want all three?” said Rob. He turned to either side in turn and said,” Guys show her what a man is made of, open your legs.”
Jack did immediately and she saw his cock jump. Neil looked on in a mad panic. Rob looked at him, lifted his kilt and exposed his enormous cock to Neil.
“If I can you can,” he said.
Fiona smiled as she saw Neil, embarrassed as he was immediately responding between the legs. One minute he was soft and the next he was rigid.
“Now which do you want?” said Rob.
“All three!”
There was that voice again. She realised it was hers but wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for. She was quite drunk, she knew that, but more importantly she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. She was on fire inside and the lining of her vagina was twitching. She so wanted fucked!
Fiona stood up and slipped off her panties. “We’re even now,” she said sitting back down.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing, it was so out of character but she also could see three horny guys, including a very embarrassed Neil and more importantly, three hard cocks. The thoughts of what was about to happen made her feel weak at the knees and she felt so, so dirty!
“Right Neil, go and get some practise and let your uncles watch you lose your cherry,” said Rob.
Rob was Neil’s mother’s brother. The family connection made Fiona hotter still. Neil stood up, his cock stuck out with the kilt like a pelmet, being held up as it rested on it. He pulled off his white shirt and displayed a naked chest with a few freckles sprinkled across it and started to remove his kilt.
“Don’t, said Fiona.
She liked the idea of pipers fucking her and removing the kilt would shatter that illusion. He walked tentatively over to stand in front of her and Fiona leaned forward, lifted the tartan fabric and engulfed his five or six inch cock in one gulp. He gasped as her fingers caressed his red haired balls which were tight to his body and that wonderful scent of man invaded her nostrils. She sucked and sucked until he screamed for her to stop.
She did, just as Jack walked over. Jack was a real hunk and, stripped to the waist his trim, flat stomach had a trail of hair up to his navel and then a patch on his chest. His cock was a rod of iron. He was circumcised, only the second one she had seen. The length was around seven inches but it felt brick hard in her hand as she gripped him. Neil stood slightly to the side staring. Fiona assumed the first time he had seen his uncle’s cock, and probably the first time he had seen a hard cock. She engulfed Jack’s dick. The texture was so hard she hardly felt it was made of skin and she wondered how it would feel inside her with such firmness. She couldn’t fit it all in her mouth so concentrated on sucking the head and top half. Little trickles of pre-cum flavoured and helped her sucking and, once more she gripped his balls as she sucked. His blonde hair was much more copious forming a thick curly mass around his balls and she loved the feel of the wiriness as she stroked. He too, asked her to stop as he was close.
“You are amazing young girl and no virgin, I guess,” said Jack.
Fiona smiled. “Are you hoping to check,” she asked.
“You bet,” he replied.
As Jack stood back, she saw Rob coming towards her. Jack had obviously seen it before but Neil’s mouth dropped. Fiona got the feeling that these two brothers had done a double act with some young lady before, such was their coordination. Fiona wasn’t good at guessing but assuming Jack’s was over seven inches, this one must have been close to ten but it was thick, very thick!
She stretched her mouth around the head and slid back his loose foreskin to reveal a plump head. The texture of this cock was softer than Jack’s. It was still stiff and erect but it felt spongier. His balls were loose and heavy unlike the other two and interestingly, they had been shaved so were very soft to the touch. The balls filled her whole hand while her other hand held the brute in her mouth and sucked.
“Fucking Hell you’re a born cocksucker if ever I met one,” said Rob and he gently pushed the cock in and out of her mouth.
Both other lads just stood, watching and stroking their own cocks. Rob withdrew and pushed Fiona back on the couch, lifting her kilt to reveal her open cunt. He gently fingered her.
“Christ you’re wet,” he commented, stating the obvious as two fingers disappeared inside her. “Let’s make you wetter.”
Pushing her legs wide open and in full view of the others, he buried his head between her legs and his tongue slipped into her sloppy opening. She felt his bristles on her but more importantly, his long tongue knew what it was doing. He lapped at her, he played with her little nub and he spread her wider to get further inside. A firework display went off in Fiona’s head and someone screamed. She realised it had been her, as an orgasm washed over her. Never had she come so quickly.
Rob quickly stripped her naked to reveal her breasts and Neil was brought over to start sucking on her nipples. The rough tartan material was very erotic between her legs, as was his hard cock which kept slipping around her open cunt. The two older men stood back to give him some room and he, following his uncle’s lead, dropped down between her legs and started slurping. He had none of the technique of his older uncle and his tongue more or less just slopped around inside her but it gave her some time to prepare for what she assumed was to come.
Uncle Rob handed Neil a condom. Neil unwrapped it and tried, with initial difficulty (they don’t go on easily when inside out), to stretch it over his eager teenage cock.
“Are you ok with this?” he kindly asked. “It’s my first time.”
“I can’t wait,” she replied.
The rubber firmly in place, his cock was pushed between her legs and, after a false insertion, quickly disappeared inside Fiona. She gripped his arse under the kilt and he started to fuck her. Fiona was lost in oblivion. The hard teenage cock was just like David’s and it’s eager humping and Neil’s heavy breathing really turned her on. He kissed her nipples as he fucked. He was never going to last long but she didn’t care as she knew more was to come.
The wee lad groaned as his pace changed and his final three thrusts suggested a nice load of young cum was filling the rubber inside her. She could actually feel the pressure as the liquid fired inside to find itself restricted by the rubber teat. He pulled a dwindling cock out, the bag on the end showing he had plenty cum for her pleasure the next time she sucked him off. He pulled it off and for a moment she was going to ask him to tip it on her but she thought better of it. As he sat opposite, Jack came over to the sofa.
Fiona was completely naked and lying back with her legs bend and open. Jack went between them again and licked her cunt. She found the idea of one guy sucking where another cock had been very exciting and she lay back to give him full access. Rob slipped around and laid his heavy, semi-hard cock on her face. She took it in her hand and placed it between her lips. The liquid at the head dripped into her mouth. As she sucked, Jack took position and wrapped a rubber on his cock. He gently pushed into her and the additional size was most welcome as he slid his full length inside her. His hands were agile and he kissed her, with both hands taking a tit each. Rob has stood back again, waiting his turn. It was so lovely to be kissed and Jack was a good kisser. His tongue explored her mouth with a hunger as though it was looking for something to eat and his hard rod felt really satisfying inside her, reaching all the way into her body as he picked up speed.
That growing warmth started up her body again and she knew another orgasm was on its way. It grew and grew and Jack, sensing it moved his thrusting to allow his cock to have more purchase against her vagina wall as he fucked. That triggered it and the orgasm came with such frightening speed that she felt like she had had some kind of drug induced “high.” She grabbed Jack’s head and forced his mouth hard down on his, her tongue pushing back into his mouth as she did so. He came simultaneously and the pair of them collapsed backwards as his cock slid out and lay with the rubber full of cum dangling between his legs.
She glanced across and Rob stood with a wicked smile on his lips.
“Have you room inside for one more? He asked.
She smiled weakly but nothing was going to stop her being impaled on that monster. Thankfully her afternoon’s dreaming had left her very wet inside and she felt she could manage him. Little Neil, by this time was standing watching and wanking, his cock in his hand.
Rob asked Fiona down on to the floor and he placed some cushions under her head. He, like the others, licked her slightly reddened cunt. He lapped around it and again Fiona got the feeling that these guys enjoyed licking a newly fucked cunt. The condom had some difficultly covering the length of Rob’s cock but it had no trouble with width. He spent some time before entry, licking her thighs and her cunt, then traced up to her stomach and breasts. She enjoys this tenderness and it helped her return to an eagerness to enjoy Rob’s cock.
When he entered, his experience showed. He was gentle and slow. He played around the entrance and gently teased her to this new width before starting to enter her. It felt like her first ever fuck. She remembered the boy at school who probably only had six inches but the feeling of this alien thing entering her body was both exciting and scary. The size of Rob was much greater and felt like she imagined giving birth in reverse. He took fully four or five minutes before it was fully inside her. He then slowly slid back and firth allowing her to accept the brute, before picking up a little speed. This casual session was enjoyable and little ripples passed through her body as the gentle fuck took place.
Now he was really inside her and his speed picked up. His kissing was rougher than Jack’s but somehow really manly. His scent was that of a man. This guys was probably just five or six years younger than her father and his big man’s cock was embedded in her teenage cunt. He licked her nipples, he kissed her again, he thrusted and sweated as he fucked. Jack watched from the sofa, his cock half hard but spent but Neil stood really close, still wearing his kilt and wanking furiously.
“Come here, nephew,” said Rob as he pushed into her. “Put your hand between my legs from behind and feel my balls, then squeeze them and feel my cock going into her.”
Neil scooted around and did as he was bid. Fiona could feel his warm hands grip Rob’s cock as it pummelled her. She also felt his finger slip in alongside it, waking her wince a little.
“I’m getting close,” said Rob. “Want me to cum in you and Neil there to cum on you?”
“Oh yes,” said Fiona.
Neil was around at her head, kneeling on the floor facing her face. Rob was fucking and kissing her.
“I’m going to get cum on you uncle unless you move,” said Neil.
“Shut up and just do it,” said Rob.
Neil’s cock sprayed a jet of thin cum that belied his previous ejaculation only thirty minutes or so before. Fiona opened her mouth to accept it and just as it fired in, Rob clamped down on her, his tongue sharing the young lad’s seed. The remainder sprayed her face and his and she felt his massive organ dump his own cum inside her simultaneously. The final orgasm for her came as she pondered sharing a boy’s cum with a fully grown man. It was just so dirty.
There should have been an embarrassing aftermath with everyone fumbling for clothes, but Rob’s compliments to all for the fabulous performances made everyone laugh.
“You’re one Hell of a girl,” said Rob, “and I hope you’ll give us the pleasure of your cunt again some time, either together or individually.”
“You bet,” she said limping to the toilet to freshen up.
And she did!
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