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Taking It

By: mseaking



Taking it!

Jamie and I were walking through the mall. I was enjoying how her long legs looked, as the slit in her long skirt would open up to mid thigh with each step. She was 5" 9" in her stocking feet but to night she had on three inch heals making her legs look even longer and making her stand 6" even. She had long black hair that came to the top of her perfect hart shaped ass cheeks and deep blue eyes. To night she had on a thin black blouse that let her pail white skin shine through when the light hit it just right and if you looked hard you could make out the dark pink nipples toping her 36a breasts.

We held hands as we walked but she was very quiet tonight. "What's up I?" Asked her as I pulled her to a bench and sat down.

Jamie looked at me with a slight smile. "You know how much I like having sex with you, right?"

"Well I hope so! I mean, am I doing something wrong?" We had only been with each other for a few months and were still trying to find out what one another liked.

"Ho no! You are doing fine! God I love every thing you do to me!" She crossed her legs letting her skirt fall open up to the top of her thigh. I watch as a guy about 50 almost broke his neck looking at her as he walked past us with his wife. Flashing and showing off was new to her and she had found she really liked letting other people look at her.

"It's just that I want to try something with you and even though I know how you like to try things, I want to try something tonight that might make you think I am sick or something." 

The old guy was walking back slowly as his wife looked at something in a shoe store. Jamie waited until he was right even with us and uncrossed her legs letting them fall open just enough to let him get a good look up her open skirt and at her white lace panties. We both watched him as he stopped and looked nervously at James exposed panties. She opened her legs giving him a real good look before crossing them the other way. Boom shows over and the old guy moved on.

"You know how hot I get when we do this! I just want you to take me home! I have some things, well just take me home!" she said.

"Ok sweet hart, but I want you to take off your panties right now and then walk over to the guy and give them to him!" she smiled at me.

He was still standing off to one side and watching her as she stood up. She looked around making sure not too many people were looking and then looked back to the guy. He smiled at her as she moved so one leg slipped out of her skirt up to mid thigh. She slipped her hands down to open it up wider as she pulled the slit up to her panty covered pussy. His as he realized she meant for him to look at her. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and as the guys eyes got as big as saucers she pulled her panties down letting him see her shaved pubic mound! She lifted one leg slipping the panties over her knee and the slipped them off the other leg. His eyes never left her pussy and legs as she got them off and when she started to walk up to him I thought he would pass out! Jamie held her panties out opening them up as she lifted them to her nose. She took a deep sniff of them as she walked to the guy and then she handed them to him!

"I really think you will like the way they smell!" he took them from her, "Go on! You know you want to know what it smells like!" his eye never left hers as he lifted her panties to his nose and took a deep breath sucking in her pussy sent. "I bet you wold like to know what it tastes like to, wouldn't you?" she looked at the bulge in his pants, "Well that says you would! I know what, here let me do this for you!" With that she pulled up her dress again and as she held it with one hand she slipped the finger of the other into her self! "Open your mouth and let me give you a taste of what he gets to eat every night!" the mans eyes went from her hand working in her pussy to me and then back to her hand. He took a quick look to the store for his wife and the back to Jamie's snatch. She was working her fingers in her self-fast and I could here her whimper just a little. "I might be able to let you taste my, OH Godd yesss" she hissed as she came! "Taste my cuum!"

His mouth was open as he watched her pumping her own hand finishing her cum with another series of little grunts. "Umm, that was good! Now open your mouth!" he did as he was told as she pulled her cum soaked fingers from her hot wet hole. She slipped one then two fingers into his mouth and as he sucked them I could see a wet spot forming in the front of his pants! She had made him cum and never even touched him! She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "That was good huh?"

She turned and came back to me smiling from ear to ear. "Was that what you had in mind?"

I took her hand still sticky with her juices as I led her away, "Well not really but it was hot! I can't believe he came in his pants! I wonder how he will explain it to her."

"Well, I don't know about that but I do know you need to get me home! I need your mouth on me!"

We almost ran to my truck!

Part 2: Something new!

Jamie had her skirt off in the truck and walked bar assed up our side walk and into the house. She never said a word to me as she went to the bedroom. She turned taking me by the ears and as she lay down on the bed pulled my face into her hot wet hole! I licked and sucked her for a long time driving my tongue deep into her vagina. She humped my face but as she would get close to the edge of cumming she would push me away until she came down a little.

She pushed me away from her catching her breath. "I don't want to cum yet!" she reached over to the nightstand. "Take off your cloths I want to try something!"

I did as she asked and she slipped back under me. As I went back to licking her pussy she put something cold on my but hole! I shot up!

"Whoop! What are you doing?" I asked.

"You are always doing things to my bottom so I wanted to try something with you." She gave ma a funny look, "What you want me to do all these things but won't try something new your self?"

"Ok, but I have never."

"I know and I had not ever either until you! Now lick me some more but don't make me cum yet and just relax!"

She spread the slippery stuff around my backside and as I stuck my to tongue into her vagina opening. She was wetter than I had ever seen her as she played with my back hole. I felt her push and I did the same thing to her using her pussy juice as a lube.

"No! I just want to do you! Here let me up!" I did as she asked; "Now you get on your knees like you would have me!"

I watched as she pulled the double dong dildo out of the drawer. I had bought it for her and had found she liked it in her bottom and pussy at the same time but there was not way she was going to try that thing in me! I started to move away.

"Jamie I don't think."

She moved behind me, "That's right you don't think to night! To night it's going to be what I want!"

I watched as she pushed one end of the dildo deep into her soft wet pussy hole. She moved behind me and again I felt her fingers on my ass hole. I had grown soft thinking about this but as she pushed her finger into me putting more lube in me my dick grew hard! One finger was nothing then she began to work in two.

"Oh shit easy!" was all I could say as I felt her start to pump them into me a little. 

She was breathing hard behind me and I looked back to she that she was working the rubber cock into her self as she looked at her fingers working on my ass. She pulled them from me leaving me feeling empty but I knew what was coming! Then I felt it!

Jamie put the end of her dick up to my virgin ass hole and ever so gently pushed. It went easy for a second and then it hit my tight pucker ring and I let out a howl!

"OH GOD NO WAY!"

She backed off a little, "You can take it if I can! Just relax!" she was telling me the same this I had told her when I busted into her cheery ass a few weeks earlier. She began to push as I relaxed as much as I could! I could feel my self-open and suddenly I there was white-hot pain! The dick had slipped past my ring with a kind of pop! Jamie held me by my hips as I had done her and she also held still as I adjusted to having a big rubber cock in my ass!

I was gasping for air as I felt her move just a little, "Relax baby! I will go slow!" she took hold of my dick and to my surprise it was steel hard, "Umm you do like it. You like it just like I did, don't you?" she pushed deeper into my bottom and I could feel her short pussy hairs on my ass cheeks. "Hold on I am almost in!"

She gave on last push and she was in me! I was shaking and I realized what I was feeling wasn't pain any more! It was pleasure! God I liked it! She pulled back and then in again.

Now Jamie began to fuck me! I looked over my shoulder at her face and then looked at her in the dresser mirror. Her head was back and her mouth was open and she was fucking me! I could see the dick working in and out of her hole as she pushed it into me and suddenly she was screaming as she came!

"AAAAAAAAAAa yesssssss take my cock in your asssssssssAAAAAAAAAAaa! Humph humph ophhhhhhhh oh god ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

She reached around and took my cock in her hand and began to stoke me fast as she pounded into my bottom! "Come on! Cum for me! Ohhhhhh yessss cum!" she jacked me off fast and with one last push into my bottom I came to!

"OHHhhhhhhhhhhhh god yes Jamie fuck me! OHHhhhhhhhhh!"

She did to pounding into me as she went through another cum, "AAAAAohhhh god hard fucking you so hard!"

She began to slow down and then stopped. She let go of my hips and I pulled away from her thinking the dildo would slip out of me but it came out of her well-fucked pussy instead! I went onto my side as I tried to catch my breath and not think about what had just happened! I felt presser on the cock in my ass pushing in again and looked at Jamie.

"Role onto your back. I'm not through with you yet!" She took my cock in her hand again and much to my surprise I was still hard!

I did as she asked and she moved between my legs. The rubber dick was sticking out between my legs. I could feel her taking it into her had and as she watched my eyes she pushed and then pulled it in my bottom. She had a slight smile as she looked at me.

"I see you do like this!" she took my cock in her hand, "I think I will eat you now like you do me!"

She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me deep into her throat. With her nose in my pubic hair she pushed and then pulled her dick in and out of me. Suddenly I realized she was just holding it in one place as I moved my ass up and down on the thing! 

GOD I WAS FUCKING MY SELF ON HER DICK AS SHE BLEW ME!

She never lifted her face from my pubic hair and I could hear her breathing hard through her nose, and, and I CAME!

"OH GOD YESSSSSS OH HONEY OHHHHHHHHHHH!" I roared into the night air as I came down Jamie's throat!

She pulled back sucking me draining me drinking all the cum I had left in me as she pulled the dick out of my ass. I fell back in a shaking heap to week to move as she slipped up to kiss me. I tasted my cum on her lips as she held me sticking her tongue deep into my mouth.

We held each other for a long time before I felt her move next to me. I looked at her and for the first time I realized I was deeply in love with this woman.

"Well I guess if I am going to let you fuck me in the ass you had better marry me. Don't you think?"

She smiled at me, "Yes I think, because I love you very much! I also have a lot of other things I want us to try!"

With that she kissed me and we fell asleep!

Taking It



I looked across at her as we drove home from the restaurant. The split skirt she was wearing had come open a little, just above the knee. It showed a glimpse of her lovely tanned legs.

My God, I love this woman.

I placed my hand on her leg as I drove and the skirt fell open a little more. I let my fingers trail up her thigh, she moved slightly in her seat and parted her legs a little. My fingers found, as is often, she wasn't wearing any panties. I let my hand brush against her smooth shaven mound, her thighs parted further to allow me full access to her opening and I slid a finger into her wetness.

She took a breath and sighed.

We stopped at traffic lights, she turned and took my face in her hands, kissed me deeply, and said, "I love you".

I drove the rest of the way home with my finger in her love nest, moving it gently against her "G" spot and felt her juices flow willingly.

I parked the car in the garage, opened her door, watching as the skirt opened up for me to see her naked mound. I wanted her more than ever. There and then.

She smiled and placed my hand on her full bra-less breast as she stood up and kissed me deeply again.

"I want you now," she whispered.

I led by the hand to the bedroom and slowly removed her clothing.

Her jacket, then her shirt, her full breasts hung there before me, her aureole dark brown, large and her nipples erect under my gaze.

I unbuttoned the rest of the split skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

She stood before me in her naked loveliness, this beautiful women I cherished and adored.

I quickly removed my clothing and my manhood stood proudly out in front, ready to claim his prize.

I lowered her gently to the bed, lay beside her and kissed her deeply, passionately, our tongues entwined as we savoured each other's passion.

I trailed kisses down her body, her full breasts, licking lightly at her erect nipples, suckling on each one. I licked her belly button and trailed my kisses down the outside of her thighs.

Raising her foot I gently massaged the sole, took her big toe in my mouth and sucked it as she would suck my cock. I did the same to the other foot.

She moaned quietly.

I trailed my kisses up her inner thigh and stopped just below her opening, her wetness visibly trickling down between her cheeks. I trailed then up the other thigh. I didn't stop this time and let my tongue lick her lips, parting them, gaining access to her inner moistness.

Lapping at her wetness I slid two fingers into her opening. She shuddered and moaned as I found her G spot again. Finger fucking her slowly, I prized her lips apart and exposed her erect love bud, bent and suckled on it. She shuddered into orgasm, her juices flowing freely.

Emboldened by her response to my ministrations I inserted three fingers into her easily. She writhed under my touch, her pelvis lifting to meet my thrusting hand.

"Give it all to me," she pleaded.

"What?" I asked.

"All of your hand! Fist me!" she moaned.

This had only happened once before, many years ago when we were on holidays. That time I had taken it upon myself to do it, not ever knowing whether she had enjoyed it or not. Obviously she had!

Without any further pleading I withdrew my fingers, made my hand into as small a fist as I could, then slicked by her juices, forced my hand into her waiting pussy.

As I forced her open, pushing relentlessly past her pain barrier, she moaned loudly and orgasmed, her juices literally flowing all over my hand.

I kept pushing 'til my whole fist was deep inside her, my fingers playing and clutching at her womb. She orgasmed again, more violently this time, her whole body shuddering as she came.

Keeping the pressure inside her, I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked voraciously. She orgasmed again. I had never seen her come like this.

I kept this up until my hand began to cramp. She kept cumming!

I withdrew my hand slowly, and licking her juices off my fingers placed four fingers in her mouth for her to suck.

"Please give me your cock," she whispered.

I slid my cock into her, to the hilt.

She amazed me by clamping her vaginal muscles tight around my rod. The same cunt I had just stretched wide open with my whole hand.

Her body lifted off the bed to meet my urgent thrusts as I pounded my, now rock hard, cock into her.

I looked deeply into her eyes as my own orgasm gathered momentum, held her close and jetted what seemed to be a never ending stream of cum into her waiting pussy.

We lay together, sated, in each other's arms, each of us breathing erratically until our passions subsided.

She turned on her side, kissed me deeply and passionately again and said, "I love you." 



Taking It



She dropped to her knees in front of him and took the length of his hard cock deep into her throat, her tongue swirling down his shaft as her fingers scratched lightly at his tight balls. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair as his hips started to move, fucking her mouth. She moaned, submitting to the strength of his desire, her tongue dancing quickly around his sex. 

His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her tightly against him until her lips met the base of his cock. He held her there for several moments, his shaft throbbing on her tongue. She tightened and relaxed her lips around him repeatedly, driving him wild. 

He withdrew from her mouth and slapped his cock against her outstretched tongue. Her fingers tightened around his balls, squeezing them gently. He growled and reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet. He threw her onto the bed facedown. 

"Get on your knees," he commanded. She did, bracing herself on her forearms and raising her ass in the air. She knew her wet pussy was completely exposed to his gaze. She trembled, waiting for him to slam into her. She loved it when he took her like this, driving into her in one brutal thrust, then fucking her hard until her cunt was a velvet fist around his cock. 

She jumped when his big hand cracked against her ass. "Ouch!" she exclaimed into the sheets. 

"Don't talk, slut," he said with a chuckle. He slapped her ass again, sending a sharp pain radiating through her body. As quickly as it came, it was gone, although she could still feel the heat from where his handprint lay on her skin. She could imagine what she looked like, on her knees, her wet cunt exposed, her red ass in the air. The thought turned her on immensely. 

She arched her back, pushing her ass back toward him. His hand cracked against her skin once more. She put her fist in her mouth, her lips tight around her knuckles, well aware that he'd told her not to talk. The heat from the spanking burned its way through her body, tightening her nipples into hard peaks and coaxing her clit out from its hood. God, she wanted to be fucked. Her pussy contracted involuntarily. 

She heard him laugh from behind her as he parted her lips. His fingers slid into her roughly, stretching her. His thumb played with her clit. She squirmed, wriggling her ass backward, forcing his fingers deeper within her. He withdrew them from her and slapped her ass again. "Suck them," he told her, shoving his fingers in her mouth. She ran her tongue over them, tasting herself on his flesh. The realization made her even more desperate to have his cock filling her. 

She sucked his fingers like she'd sucked his cock minutes before, her tongue swirling around them. He took them from her mouth and drew them down her spine, trailing them between her ass cheeks. He slid one over her asshole and she sucked in a breath. Her flesh burned as the tip of his finger slid into her ass, stretching her. His thumb slid into her soaked pussy. She moaned, both of her holes filled just enough to tease her. 

"Greedy slut," he said, finger-fucking her ass and her cunt. He added a second finger to her ass, stretching it open further. "I'm going to fuck you here," he told her, sliding his fingers from her ass. 

Seconds later his cock was pushing insistently at her asshole. She relaxed as he pushed his cock slowly into her tight hole. He buried himself balls deep and held still, letting her body adapt to his invasion. He retreated almost fully then slid back in. She pushed back against him, taking him deep. His fingers thrust into her pussy and she groaned. She was so full. She loved it. 

She rocked back and forth on her knees, slamming her ass onto his cock and her pussy onto his fingers. He growled, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around his fist as he picked up the pace, fucking her furiously. 

"Take it, you dirty little whore," he commanded, thrusting in and out of her. She screamed as his words sent her over the edge, her cunt convulsing around his thick fingers. Her ass milked his cock, tightening and releasing it rhythmically. She felt him expand and throb, filling her ass with cum. 

He slapped her ass hard and left his hand there, his fingertips digging into her hard enough to leave bruises on her pale flesh. She collapsed, feeling his weight fall on her. She was going to be sore in the morning, she thought with a wicked grin. 



Taking It All In



The penultimate part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

It's not every day one gets caught by one's own son being anally pleasured by another man, but that's how Saturday had started out for me.

I'd woken rather later than I usually would, a consequence of a very eventful evening with Bradley which had gone on well into the small hours, and had staggered out of bed to make us both a coffee with the time approaching ten.

Just as when we'd got into bed, it felt odd to be waking up with another man lying next to me in my bed, snoring gently and with his stubble coming in thick. I'd looked at him for a few minutes from my own pillow, serenely asleep and with a half-smile on his lips as though he was still basking in the satisfaction of the twin orgasms he had enjoyed before we'd slept.

I'd spent my first night with another man alongside me, the two of us having used each other quite strenuously for sex before we'd slept. Although it felt strange to be waking up next to a member of my own gender, it also felt surprisingly pleasant; I had to accept that I now shared my bed with men as well as women.

As I got out of the bed and straightened the duvet over Bradley, I noticed underneath it that his large cock was prominently erect. Mine was too: we both were sporting similarly-sized morning stiffies.

It was good to know that, like me, he woke up horny. I hoped that after I'd woken him, we could masturbate together -- or perhaps more -- and I wouldn't feel guilty asking for morning sex from someone who was so obviously aroused. With the vast majority of women I'd been with, my ex-wife especially, morning sex had always been a matter of strongly expressed inconvenience. If we'd had sex the night before, like I had with Bradley, there was no point even asking. I was the only one of us who ever seemed to wake up feeling randy and usually I was forced to tend to myself in the privacy of the bathroom.

With Bradley -- and with most men, I expected -- some kind of sexual release in the morning was probably regarded as standard fare. Whether we were just able to manage a hasty tug together or we could run to something more involved, I assumed that with a member of the male sex in my bed, most mornings would start with matching erections which would bring with them opportunities for sex; perhaps even expectations of sex.

I'd pulled on my dressing gown and had made us both coffee. Then I'd brought the mugs back to bed with us

He awoke as I lay back down next to him.

He stretched noisily, his armpits bristling with his thick, coarse hair, and then took a grateful gulp from the mug I'd placed next to him.

"Morning," he grinned, his voice sounding husky.

"Good morning, Bradley," I smiled back.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "Any regrets?"

"None at all. What about you?"

"Of course not," he shrugged. "But, then, I'm used to doing this kind of stuff."

He took another slurp from his drink.

"Is it okay?" I asked him. "I had to guess how you might like it. I thought, with you being a beer drinker, you'd have a sweet tooth and would probably take sugar."

He chuckled. "I've been shagged by Miss Marple."

"Was I right, though?"

He laughed again. "As it happens, yes. Sounds like a lucky stab in the dark to me, though..."

"Well if it was, it wasn't the only one," I chuckled. "Having never shared a bed with a man before, I hadn't realised how much... well... jabbing goes on in the night."

I vaguely remembered, through the veil of my sleep, that Bradley's excitement had been prodding into me several times during the night. At one point, I seemed to remember half waking up with it throbbing against my hip and oozing precum onto me, a sensation which I'd found so pleasant that my own slumbering organ had quickly roused and assumed a similar state. 

He grinned at me, taking another drink. "It wasn't all one-sided, mate. You were humping my bum-cheeks at one point."

"I can't believe that," I laughed. But then, vaguely remembering grabbing him to me and sliding myself up and down between his firm, round buttocks, added, "Well, maybe just a bit."

"It made me so horny, I almost asked if you fancied quick one!" he laughed.

I looked over at him, surprised. "Really? Does that happen when you sleep with guys? In the middle of the night, I mean!"

Such things had been practically unknown when I'd spent the night with women. If I'd ever have woken Linda up for a quick one in the night, I'd have found myself unceremoniously castrated.

He chuckled. "When we're both up for it, yeah -- of course it does!"

I marvelled at the thought of it, gaping at him in disbelief. Was there no end to the advantages of having a male lover?

He laughed again at my expression of incredulity.

"Only a quick one, mate, like I said. A little wank together... maybe a quick suck of my cock, if you'd be up for it... something for you, but I don't know what since you're not into being sucked --"

"You could finger me while we were wanking off," I cut in.

He smiled. "Yeah... that kind of thing. Just a quick one in the dark to keep us both going 'til the morning. Where's the harm in that?"

I grinned back at him. "Absolutely! I never knew other people woke up in the small hours with thoughts like that. Especially after two orgasms."

He smirked over at me, remembering his impressive double climax. "You're with a bloke, now, Rob. You should remember that whatever goes for you, pretty much goes for me too."

I nodded, pleased to know that sex in the middle of night was deemed acceptable between two males if one happened to wake up horny and found the other in a similar state.

We took a few drinks from our coffee cups and then Bradley raised his side of the duvet and looked at himself under at. Then he looked back at me and said, feigning contrition, "I think -- in the absence of any fun during the night -- my boys might need a bit more attention now."

I raised my side and did the same. "Hmm... I think mine might too."

"Would you be up for a round two?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I grinned, before reminding him, "Except in your case it would be round three, of course. What sort of thing did you have in mind?"

I rather liked the idea of us kneeling together, chest-to-chest, and masturbating both our cocks together. I'd like to feel our pairs of big, swinging knackers banging together and I'd like to kiss him again, something which I'd found surprisingly arousing the previous evening.

But Bradley had other ideas.

"I was thinking, maybe," he began, "you might like a repeat of what we did last night -- when I was in front, taking your cock from behind. Except this time, maybe, we could change places, so you'd be in front."

"Wow, yeah!" I exclaimed, grinning at him. I hadn't thought he would want to anything too strenuous first thing in the morning, but since he did, I was very happy with the prospect of finally getting to feel what it was like to have a man's organ inside me.

He grinned back and the duvet rose up a little as both our cocks started throbbing.

I raised it and sniffed at the warm, moist air underneath it. I'd always enjoyed the strong, sexual scent of my own aroused cock but now that there were two under there, the combined odour from our erections was so much more intense. I inhaled it, savouring the sharp, virile whiff of our exposed swollen cock-heads, both of us slick with our precum, and the thicker, cloying sweat from our hairy scrotums, each of us rising prominently with the twin mounds of our already-replenished balls.

I turned to say to Bradley with a grin, "It smells very sexy."

He took a sniff under the duvet himself and announced, "The manly whiff of a pair of horny, oozing cocks."

"And two pairs of big, sweaty bollocks," I added.

"And a couple of hot, sticky arseholes, ready for some fun," he finished with a laugh.

I chuckled but I wasn't sure I could quite smell those, although I was sure, once we got started, I probably soon would.

As he was expecting to bugger me, I thought it best to go to the toilet as thoroughly as I could before we started while Bradley made us both more coffee. When I got back to my bedroom, he'd returned with two fresh cups and had switched the clock radio to a station which he obviously liked but I didn't know. Some nineties-sounding soft-rock track wailed out sounding tinny and vaguely unpleasant.

"How do you want me?" I tried to ask over the noise.

"Uh?" he grunted, unable to hear me.

I walked over to him and turned the music off.

"I was enjoying that," he complained. "I like music during sex. A nice, smooth ballad with a woman; something with a bit more kick to it when I'm with a guy."

I switched it back on but set it to a lower volume.

"Okay, so how do you want me?" I repeated.

He smiled and turned the volume up a bit louder. It was louder than I liked it, but at least we could hear each other over the top of it.

He gestured towards the bed and said he'd like me to get on all fours. I assumed he was indulging me because I'd told him I like the doggy position. As much as I was attracted to the position, I wanted to try something different.

"Why don't you lie this way," I suggested over the noise of the music, "on your back. Let me do the hard work."

I preferred to stay in control during my first taste at being fucked. I'd read something on the internet about some receiving men acting as "power bottoms" and I was intrigued by the concept.

He smirked and shifted his position on the bed, lying across it, and gestured for me to squat over his face.

I smiled back at him, liking the idea. This was the position Guy had been when I'd first discovered the unexpected (to say the least) appeal of what lurked in the hairy crevice behind his balls, and it appealed to me that I would finally get to experience what he had that night.

Bradley's cock was largely floppy as I clambered over him and straddled over his face, but as soon as lowered my big, hairy ball-sack down onto his nose and mouth, I was pleased to see it begin to steadily stiffen.

He grinned up at me and then took first one of my swollen testicles into his mouth before moving across to the other. It felt odd to have him licking at my balls and I found my cock wasn't responding the way that Bradley's was. I think somewhere, deep in the back of my subconscious, there was some deeply rooted fear preventing me from being able to fully relax with another man's teeth so close to such a vulnerable area. I'm not saying that I thought he was going to bite me: I just felt inexplicably uncomfortable to have another male -- on some primitive level, a potential competitor -- slavering away at was, after all, the seat of my own masculinity.

I don't think it helped, either, that the DJ was chatting away on the radio. Music I could tolerate; listening to some guy harp on about last night's 'X Factor' while I was having my balls sucked was just too off-putting.

Thankfully, another track soon started up and, as if on cue, Bradley pushed himself backwards on the bed to nuzzle into the hairiness just behind my balls. Eager to guide him on his way, I eased myself forwards a little, and bent further downwards to open up my cleft. He moaned in his appreciation, and I felt his tongue licking up at the ridge between my balls and my hole.

Now this was starting to work for me!

My cock rapidly began to lengthen and thicken at the feel of his tongue licking teasingly close to my puckered entrance, and I watched it rise steadily upwards from my balls as it developed in size.

Bradley's cock was also growing and moved across his stomach like the second hand of a clock as it stiffened and thickened until the swelling head of it was level with his belly button.

When his tongue had reached the furrowed ring of my anus, he circled it a couple of times and then surprised me by pulling back.

"Cor!" he laughed loudly, over the noise of the music. "You taste as strong as hell!"

"Oh God," I cried out, pulling up from him. I thought I'd been meticulously thorough in my cleanliness after using the toilet. "I'm so sorry, Bradley!"

I'd avoided using soap as I knew he would want to smell me rather than Imperial Leather, but perhaps warm water had not been enough.

But Bradley wasn't disgusted: instead, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me back down onto his face.

"No," he called up to me. "It's not like that! It's just so raunchy... so much more intense than last night... you smell as horny as fuck!"

I smiled, relaxing a little. "Are you sure?"

His tongue reached up and tasted me again. It circled my hole, like a searchlight searching for whatever it could find, and then jabbed more firmly in the middle of my ring. Anticipating what he wanted, I relaxed my anus slightly to allow him to enter. His tongue pushed up inside me, easing warmly into my passage like a plump, round worm.

I gasped with the delight of feeling him inside me, although the concern that he might pull out and start gagging was still forefront in my mind.

I opened my ring a little wider and he pushed in more deeply, licking and tasting my most secretive tunnel. I could feel his breath hot against my hole and his nose inhaling deeply in my hairy crack.

My cock hardened and rose upwards to full size, and I pushed myself more firmly against his face. I didn't want to touch myself and risk ending this exquisite pleasure far too soon.

He grabbed the tops of my thighs with both hands and reached up with his tongue into my rectum, becoming more confident the deeper he got.

Then he pulled out again and for a second I feared my taste really was too strong for him.

"If you're still wondering if I'm sure?" he asked, "take a look at my cock!"

It was rising upwards from his stomach, gently pulsating at full-size in mid-air. Its head was a deep crimson colour and a dribble of ooze gently wept from its slit making a small puddle on his belly.

I relaxed in the knowledge that the taste and smell of my bum were having this effect on it and I smiled at the sight of how aroused he was.

I couldn't get over the fact that men were so expressive during sex. There was no trying to second-guess the effect of each caress and kiss: with a man, his excitement was prominently -- and in Bradley's case, very prominently -- displayed.

I loved sex like this: it was so open and straightforward.

"You taste amazing," he went on, as the track on the radio ended and another started up. "Your arse is so hot and delicious. I want to rim you as deeply as I can and then I want to fuck you, Rob. I want to fuck you so hard that the two of us will be sweating and squealing like two dirty fucking pigs!"

I smiled, enjoying having him talk to crudely to me.

"Get your tongue stuck back up my hole and eat me out," I replied, keen to continue the theme. The word 'manstink' came back to me from having heard it long before and I was eager to use it. "Feed on my manstink, Bradley! Fucking wallow in it!"

Lowering my arse back down onto his face, I felt his mouth smile against my cheeks as he worked his tongue back into me. I made my hole gape open for him and he plunged himself deep up inside me, revelling in the crudeness of my innards by lapping greedily and sucking strenuously.

I reached down and angled his cock upwards towards me. And then, while he rimmed me so fervently and intimately, I bent down and sucked just as hungrily at his cock-head. It throbbed in my mouth, grateful of my attentions, and fed me with its ooze of nutritive precum which I gulped down appreciatively. I felt like I was a baby taking milk from a bottle, except this was another man's large and bloated cock that I was so ardently suckling at.

I loved being with him like that: me feeding on the gently oozing dribble from his mushroom cock-head; him eating so vigorously at my widely gaping arsehole. It was as if we were nourishing one another: two men taking sustenance from each other's heaving bodies.

Sensing his excitement growing and fearing he might climax early as he had the previous night, I nuzzled down into his sweaty, hairy bollocks, licking and sniffing them and enjoying the knowledge that the seed inside them which was making them swell like over-ripened plums, would soon be squirting upwards inside me.

I couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused and turned-on.

Sex with Bradley was so different from anything I'd ever experienced with a woman; the two things were barely comparable. Our bodies were so surprisingly -- and yet so comprehensively -- compatible that I couldn't help but wonder why I'd never had the sense to do this before. As men, we were both ravenously hungry for sex and, as men, we were both able and equipped to provide seemingly endless pleasure for each other.

Why had I wasted so many years trying to impress women only to receive mere snippets and scraps of their attention? Why had I stayed with Linda so long, when all she'd given back was the occasional disgruntled morsel of affection?

Sex with another man was sex as it had been meant for me. Why had it taken me so long to discover that?

I pushed deeper between Bradley's legs and sniffed at the opening of his moist, hairy arse crack. His odour was strong and pungent and I felt my cock throb in anticipation. Just sleeping next to me in my bed overnight had enlivened and revitalised his scent back here, and I plunged my face between his cheeks, inhaling as deeply as I could the frank, manly flavour of his amazing backside.

My tongue quickly found his extruding, bulging ring, and I licked at him breathlessly. Like he had with me, I found his taste far stronger and more intense than it had been the previous night. Perhaps it was a morning thing; perhaps male anal glands are more active overnight.

I drove into him again and we rimmed one another together: two men being as intimate together as it's possible to be. As I lapped at his hole and felt him feasting on mine, I doubted if sex could feel any more exciting.

We were two men with our tongues slurping at each other's arses; with our fat, hairy balls throbbing against each other's chins; with our rock hard cocks aching and dribbling against each other's chests: surely this was heaven!

He pulled back from me and I did the same to him, loving the sensation of having the smell of his bum on my nose and mouth.

I really wanted to fuck him again but now it was his turn to be pleasured. This was all about Bradley's cock; Bradley's manhood.

I looked down at the erection that was going to take my anal virginity. It looked big and thick and almost scarily inflamed, but I was ready for it.

I was ready to give myself to him.

Perhaps I would have preferred if this had been Guy beneath me, about to give me my first taste of male penetration.

But no. This was Bradley. This was how it had worked out. There was no point dwelling on regrets.

He struggled out from underneath me and reached across for a condom.

He said, "How do you want to take it, big boy?"

'Big boy'. Guy had called me that.

I covered the memory with a smile. "I want to sit on your cock, Bradley."

He smiled over at me. "I thought you'd want it doggy style."

"Maybe next time," I suggested. "But this time I want you to see my cock when you fuck me. I want you to see how excited I get."

He grinned more broadly. "If you're sure you'll enjoy it. I don't want to be staring at your cock growing soft. Kind of puts a guy off, you know?"

I smiled back. "I don't think there's much fear of that."

He surprised me by leaning forwards to kiss me. After a brief but quite intimate kiss, he said, "In that case, I'd love to. You have an incredible, beautiful cock, Rob, and it'll really turn me on to look at it while I'm fucking you."





Taking It All In



He unrolled one of his condoms down the thickened shaft of his cock. A new song started up on the radio. I recognised it from having heard Jake playing it in his room.

"In any case," he went on. "This way, I get you kiss you while we fuck. There's nothing like kissing a guy while you're ploughing his arse."

"I'd like that," I agreed. "I'd like that a lot."

I was surprised at how much I felt the truth of that statement.

After I'd lubed myself up, he lay down in the middle of the bed and directed his cock upwards with his right hand.

I squatted over him, smiling down at him, and then clumsily positioned my anus over his cock-head which felt improbably huge and swollen as it pushed between my cheeks.

"I don't know if it's going to fit," I warned him.

"It will," he said. "Just pretend like you're taking a dump."

"Ooh, you're so romantic," I joked and he grinned up at me.

I relaxed my arsehole as much as I could and pushed myself down onto his upright cock. The head of it slid into me with a satisfying squelch and I exhaled loudly and involuntarily.

Bradley looked up at me, concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I called out, "Christ, no!"

I let his cock slide further into me, easing up into my innards much further than my finger had ever been able to reach.

"It feels incredible!" I gasped down at him. "Absolutely amazing!"

He smiled at me. "It's about halfway in. Are you sure you're happy for it to go further?"

I pushed down to take another couple of inches of him. "Fuck yeah!" I cried out. "I want all of it! I want all of you inside me!"

My hole was being stretched open to a circumference it had never experienced and the sensation of having to dilate so wide to take another man's organ into me was sending shivers up my spine and making my heart race.

Bradley chuckled, enjoying my surprise at how much pleasure he was giving me. "Turns out you're a bit of a bum boy, Rob!"

I grinned back down at him, panting for breath. "I think we both... could have guessed that!"

'Bum boy'. If only I had discovered this when I'd been a boy. The number of lads in my year-group whom I could have had fun with!

My cock strained upwards, its head fattened so hard it was sore, with precum trickling downwards from the slit. The veins were writhing prominently along the thickened shaft, making bulging knots which pulsed as they pumped my organ up to its massively overfilled, throbbingly painful size.

Bradley reached up, wanting to fondle my towering erection, but I pushed his hand away. "Not yet," I told him, still gasping for air. "Not until... you're right inside me."

I was feeling so excited by having a man's cock bore upwards inside me that I was concerned if he were to touch my own I might climax across his chest and face. Indeed, I was so aroused I could imagine me having such a powerful orgasm that my semen would shoot right over him and hit the opposite wall.

I squatted further down onto him and he bucked his hips up to ease himself completely up into my bowels. The music on the radio seemed to grow louder; perhaps my senses were being distorted by the pleasure I was feeling.

"Jesus Christ!" I called out in a voice which was probably too loud. "How fucking amazing is this?!"

Bradley chuckled. "You're going to get a taste for this, aren't you?"

I smiled back down at him, feeling his cock throbbing and filling me up as if in time with the rhythm of the track on the radio. "Too fucking right! Jesus, mate... why didn't I try this years ago?"

"You're doing it now, Rob" he said. "That's the main thing."

I was still irritated at myself for all the lost opportunities -- the wasted years -- but I tried to put the squandered past out of my mind for now and focus on the oh-so-wonderful present, while allowing myself to look forwards to what might lie in the future.

I had Troy fixed up for a date quite soon; and Duncan the car repair guy might call in one afternoon. And then there was Guy pencilled in for a football match in the New Year. I wanted all three of them to do this to me. I wanted to feel the different sensations that their diversely shaped cocks would make inside me; I wanted to know how dissimilar their variously sized balls would feel against my buttocks

And I wanted to meet more men -- lots more men -- who would enjoy doing this with me.

Christ, I wanted every male I met who was capable of getting a hard-on to be joined with me like this!

I just loved this sensation of having a man so physically connected to me, as deeply and intimately as he could be inside me. And I loved that we were together like this not as lovers, but just as two male friends. When he left, I could have another guy around to enjoy sex with him and there'd be no guilt, no recriminations, no aftermath at all. If I told Bradley what I'd done, next time we met, he'd no doubt enjoy hearing all about it and would tell me about other encounters he'd had since we'd been together.

I straightened my knees slightly to raise myself up from him, enjoying the sensation of his thick shaft sliding along my rectum. Then I lowered myself back down to him and let out a gasping involuntary sigh.

"Aaah! Jesus, that feels good!"

I did again a couple of times, panting with delight at how amazing it felt to be pumping his cock with the muscles of my arse. I looked down at him, grinning and gaping at him, and he beamed up at me as he enjoyed seeing how excited I was to have him inside me.

"All these years, Rob," he chuckled, "you've wanted to be some guy's bum chum and you didn't even know it!"

I laughed back at him, still gasping at the waves of pleasure I was experiencing.

Some guy's bum chum? More like some Guy's bum chum. Yes, I'd be well up for being that!

I worked myself up and down his shaft with a steadily developing rhythm, trying to match myself to the music from the radio. Then he held my thighs and told me he would take over. "Now you're loosened up, let me do the hard work, mate."

I squatted over him, a good six inches or so above the base of his cock. My balls hung down, feeling fat and heavy in my stretched scrotum, and were being tickled by his pubic bush.

He grabbed onto my hips to hold me steady and then started slowly fucking me by thrusting his hips upwards.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Fantastic!" I gasped.

It was indeed intensely exciting to feel him sliding right up into me, filling me up with his long, thick shaft. I loved the sensation of his throbbing cock-head, burrowing back and forth so deeply inside me, and the feel of his balls slapping against my arse cheeks as he pushed himself as far into me as he could go.

"Are you ready for me to go faster?" he asked.

"Go for it!" I commanded.

"Right," he grinned. "I am so desperate for a fuck, mate! I am so ready to fucking bang your arse!"

"Well, go ahead and fuck me! Fuck me as fast and as hard as you can!"

Now that was something I never thought I'd hear myself say.

He grinned at me more broadly and grabbed my hips more firmly. Then he started pounding in and out of me, bucking his hips upwards to make slapping noises against my buttocks. The odour of his exertions began to fill the air: the smell from his cock as it pumped up and down; still subtle, but undeniably anal in its pungence.

He was doubling the rhythm of the music: each beat of the song was matched with two thrusts of Bradley's long cock.

I yelped with delight and worked myself against him, wondering why it had never occurred to me how empty my arse had been all my life without another man's cock buried inside it. It felt so full and so right to have Bradley organ inside me. I felt, if it makes sense, sexually complete.

I laughed down at him, "Come on, man! You're holding back on me! Give it all to me!"

He laughed back up. "You want it full-on! Okay! You fucking got it!"

His rhythm intensified so that he was hammering in and out of me like a piece of machinery. Now he was pumping three times faster than the music; four times, even. The smell from my arse was growing stronger and more obvious: cloyingly musky with a crude, raunchy bite to it.

"Oh God!" I cried out. "Jesus Christ that feels so good!"

He laughed again and I saw him sniffing at the air.

"Can you smell that?" I asked, as the carnal odour of my rectum washed over us in waves. "How fucking hot is it?"

He laughed a third time. "It's the smell of mansex, Rob! It's the best fucking part of it! It's as hot as fuck!"

He continued pounding my arse and his face became more serious. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and he was panting like a dog.

"I'm getting close mate," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum any second!"

I grinned down at him, relishing the thought of feeling him climaxing inside me. I wanted his thick, manly spunk to overflow from the condom and splash up, hot and wet, onto my buttocks as he hammered himself back and forth.

"Go for it!" I urged him. "I'm close myself."

Which was bizarre considering I hadn't so much as touched myself.

He surprised me by craning his neck forwards and reaching his mouth upwards to my cock, taking the top few inches into him. In spite of my reservations about having my organ sucked, I let it slide in and out of him as I worked my arse in time with his frantic, pummelling shaft.

His mouth was well-practised and he knew exactly what to do to pleasure another man. He held his lips wide open and used the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive lobes underneath my cock-head. The unpleasant sensation I'd expected -- of having my cock enveloped by a warm slimy mouth -- was replaced by something entirely different. I found it surprisingly enjoyable to rub the swollen head of my cock against the soft ridges along the roof of his mouth and to have his tongue gently tease me as I thrust back and forth.

As I watched my shaft sliding in and out of his mouth, pushing deeper with every stroke, I realised I was finally enjoying a blowjob! I was finally enjoying having my cock sucked!

After all these years, all it had taken was for another man to do to me what he obviously enjoyed having done to himself. Bradley understood my cock completely and knew exactly what to do to arouse it: even, as it turned out, better than I did myself.

I started thrusting in and out of his mouth, his tongue teasing my cock-head as my organ swelled back to full size and recovered from my initial misgivings about being sucked.

I laughed down at him, amazed at what we were doing.

"Suck me off! Go on, mate! Eat my cock!"

Something else I never thought I'd ever hear myself say.

He sides of his lips formed a smile with the thickened shaft of my organ slurping in and out between them.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be riding his relentlessly thrusting cock, slamming my arse against it so much faster than the rhythm of the music, while my own was sweeping in and out of his mouth.

The stink from my bum was now crude and intense: harsh and powerful in both our nostrils; amplified by our heat and out sweat. I was desperately aroused by it, my heart pounding in my chest even quicker than Bradley's cock was pounding at my arse.

It was the smell I'd been seeking for so long: the smell of my arse being roughly buggered by a cock as big as my own; the smell of male-to-male sex at its most passionate and intense; the smell of men being joined together as intimately as is possible -- one man's big, thick cock being consumed over and over by another's hot, raunchy arse.

Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tingle and gestured urgently that I was within sight of my climax. I was giving him the opportunity to pull away if he wanted to, but he stayed put and, if anything, licked at me more furiously.

My balls started spasming as they pumped my seed upwards and he drank the heavy flow of it as it surged from my slit. My orgasm was, as always, extravagantly plentiful and he struggled to gulp fast enough to keep up with the surging gushes. Some -- though not much -- spilled down his chin and onto his chest, but most of it managed to slide down his throat.

I felt for my poor sperms again, excitedly thrashing around as they were propelled towards his stomach, oblivious to the acidic end that awaited them.

Once my climax had subsided and still thrusting his cock in and out of my bowels, he reached up and kissed me so I could taste my own semen, salty and bitter, in his mouth. Our tongues wrestled together as I eagerly licked my juice from his and we looked into each other's eyes, revelling in the sexual abandon we were experiencing together.

When he pulled back from me, we grinned at each other. He stopped bucking his hips and pointed at my backside, impaled on his thick shaft as it reached upwards. He licked his lips and I knew what he meant.

I pulled off him and he peeled off the condom, tossing it onto the floor. He started masturbating quickly as I squatted over him, letting him eat from the swollen, gaping hole he'd just fucked so vigorously.

When I felt his tongue pushing into my rectum through my sore and sensitive ring, an unexpected second wave of excitement hit me and, much to my surprise, my cock started spewing again. My second climax was more measured and far less copious than my first, but I looked down at myself, marvelling at my body doing something it had never done before and fascinated by the second gushing of white liquid which was slowly belching from my cock-head.

I reached between my legs, grabbed the back of Bradley's head and ground my arse down onto his eager face. I wanted him to tongue me as deeply as he could; to reach up into my bowels and taste me at my strongest.

He was eager to comply, lapping at my hole and feeding on my rectum, as he wanked himself as quickly and roughly as he could. Within seconds his orgasm was splashing against my back and I looked over towards the mirror so I could see him erupt.

Straight into the eyes of Jake who was staring at us from the bedroom door, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"Jesus Christ," I called out over the noise of the music, and tried to pull myself away from Bradley. Not understanding, he grabbed my thigh, determined to savour having his mouth on my behind while he was climaxing, but I yanked away from him more roughly.

Jake backed off, his face stunned, and turned to head downstairs.

I got off the bed and switched off the radio. I heard a car setting off down the street; probably my ex-wife after dropping Jake off.

Jake was downstairs clanking bottles and pouring himself a drink from the fridge.

"My son," I said to Bradley, my voice raspy. "He's come back from staying with his mum and was in the doorway."

Bradley looked horrified and sat up on the bed. His semen was still tirckling from his cock, blissfully undeterred by this unexpected turn of events.

"How long was he standing there?" he asked. Like I would be able to give him an exact duration.

"I dunno," I replied. "I just saw him when you started cumming."

"Maybe he didn't see very much," he suggested, hopefully.

"Whatever he did see was far too much," I countered.

I pulled on my dressing gown and left Bradley clearing up. I went downstairs and found Jake in the kitchen, drinking a coke.

"Christ, Jake," I said. "You could have knocked!"

"I did!" he snapped. "And called up several times. The radio was on loud... I thought you must just be lying in bed reading the paper or something."

"You knew I had a guy staying over with me."

"Well, there was only your car on the drive, so I figured it mustn't have worked out or he'd gone. It wasn't like I deliberately came upstairs to catch you out."

What he said sounded plausible and I felt my anger abate. It wasn't, after all, as if he would ever intrude intentionally on something so personal.

"In that case, Jake, I'm sorry I didn't hear you and that you saw what we were doing."

"Don't be," he shrugged, taking another drink from his glass. "I'm not a little kid."

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

"When I first opened the door you were on top of him... sort of getting it both ways... I dunno what you'd actually call it. I should have backed away but... well..."

He seemed to want me to finish his sentence off for him or at least suggest where he might be going with it, but I held back, shrugging to show I had no idea what his "well..." might presage.

Seeing that I was going to offer no help, he went on, "I mean, it wasn't something I would have wanted to see, but once I actually saw the two of you together... I suppose I began to understand why you're into to this stuff."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying that... you know... I might not want to try it for myself... well, not anytime soon... but just that I can see the appeal."

"You found what we were doing attractive?" I asked, incredulous.

"Not the fact it was you, of course," he said. "But what you were doing... I mean, the way he was up your butt and you were in his mouth...yeah... it looked pretty intense. Pretty amazing, actually. That's why I kind of stuck around longer than I should have."

I just stared at him, unsure of what to say.

He laughed. "Come on, dad, I'm not saying I don't like girls -- but then, neither are you -- I'm just saying... you know... having seen the two of you together that I understand how a guy can enjoy being... well... erotic with another guy."

"But you saw those lads at scout camp," I reminded him, "and the stuff I was looking at on the internet. You didn't find that erotic, did you?"

"No," he admitted. "But it was seeing you guys together... kissing and being so... well... intimate, I suppose. And the smell of you both... yeah, that was it... the sweaty, sexy smell..."

"I think it was a bit more than sweat, Jake," I added dourly.

"I realise that," he said. "Like I said, I'm not a little kid. But the smell was kind of hot too. At first, when I saw what you were doing, I was like, 'Whoa! Get me out of here!' But then, there was that smell and all the spunk... and, well, the way you were together... it had an effect on me... you know..."

He'd been aroused when he was watching us. My own son had grown a stiffie at the smell of our sex: by the strong, masturbatory odour of two men's cocks; the heavy stink of sweat from our big, hairy balls; the acrid whiff of our erupting semen; and -- most potently -- the crude, pungent bite of my arse thickly smeared down the length of Bradley's large cock.

When I'd seen him there in the doorway, I'd fixated on his dumbstruck face: perhaps, if I'd looked a bit lower, I'd have seen how much his jeans were bulging outwards in their own, unanticipated, response to the male version of sex we were performing for him.

I heard Bradley upstairs, walking across the landing and closing the bathroom door.

"So who is he?" Jake asked with an expectant smirk.

"Just a guy from work. He works in IT."

"And is he gay?"

"No," I replied. "It doesn't really work like that. I don't want to get into something serious with another bloke, so I found someone similar to me: straight but with an eye for... er... wider opportunities."

Jake chuckled at my turn of phrase. "It doesn't get much wider than the opportunity you were giving him."

I allowed myself a smile.

"But aren't most guys like that?" Jake asked. "Isn't that how male sexuality is supposed to work?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, men are supposed to be on the look-out for any opportunities that might come their way, and a lot of guys aren't too fussy about the form it takes. We did about it in biology class: something about the male wanting to spread his genes."

"Maybe that would explain it. I don't really know, Jake."

I heard the shower click on upstairs as Bradley figured out how it worked.

"Can I meet him?" Jake asked.




Taking It All In



"I guess he'll be coming down for some breakfast soon, so feel free to say 'Hi'."

Jake grinned.

"Why is that so amusing?" I asked.

"It's not amusing," he smiled. "It's just... well... kind of cool, I guess. Meeting my dad's male lover. The three of us hanging out together."

I smiled back. "He'll be having a slice of toast, Jake. Maybe a glass of orange juice. That hardly constitutes 'hanging out together'."

He shrugged. "Maybe in time... you know... the three of us..."

I suddenly wondered how far Jake's thoughts had strayed when he'd been watching Bradley and me on the bed. Had he been imagining himself in my place? Imagining himself on the bed with us both?

I took the kettle over to the sink to refill it.

Of course he hadn't been -- what was I thinking? He was just intrigued that I was now bringing men home to stay over; wondering how it would work with the three of us around each other in the house. That's what he was thinking of. It was just his innocent curiosity.

Of course it was.

When Bradley did eventually come down, he was eager to get going and didn't want to eat. He seemed quite anxious that Jake had seen the two of us having sex and made it clear that he wanted to be gone.

Jake poked his head out of the living room door and offered the "Hi" that I'd suggested, but Bradley just grunted distractedly back while he was pulling on his coat.

I felt sorry for him: he was clearly totally freaked out by having my son as an unwanted witness to what he was doing behind his girlfriend's back.

In the car on the way to reunite Bradley with his bike, I told him that Jake was trustworthy and about him saying it was "kind of cool" to have a dad who brought other men home with him. I left out what Jake had said about finding the sight, or rather the smell, of us attractive and about his rather odd admission that he'd like the three of us to "hang out together".

But Bradley didn't seem impressed. "I've never had anyone's kid walk in on us before."

"Jake's hardly a kid," I said. "He'll be going to university next year."

"Even so," he replied, unconvinced. "Lads his age have big mouths. And other lads his age know how to exploit guys who have secrets."

I could see where he was coming from -- and it was a very prudent concern to have -- but I was sure that Jake would keep what he'd seen to himself, especially if I reaffirmed with him the importance of such discretion to both me and Bradley.

After we'd driven a good half mile in silence, I told Bradley I'd like to meet him again, if he still wanted to, and hinted that a joint venture between the pair of us and his brother would be very welcome.

He shook his head. "I dunno, Rob. I'm still really wound up about what just happened. I can't believe your son would just walk into your bedroom like that."

I didn't like the suggestion that I was too lenient with Jake and decided that, since he wanted to play the blame game, I would pitch the ball firmly back towards his side of the court.

"He said he called out and knocked but we didn't hear him. As I remember it, it was you who turned the radio up pretty loud."

Bradley muttered that I should have made him turn it off if I'd had such a problem with it, and then sat and stewed, staring out of the passenger window.

As I dropped him off, I tried again to reassure him. "I'll have a talk with Jake," I said. "Spell out to him how important it is that he keeps quiet about what he saw. It's not like he knows you... there's not that much he could tell anyone about you."

Bradley nodded. "It's just the shock of it, Rob. Give me a bit of time... I'll snap out of it."

He made an effort to smile at me and I smiled encouragingly back.

He got out of the car and leaned in. "We'll do it again... yeah... of course we will. I'm just freaked out. It'll pass."

I wasn't sure whether it was normal practice to kiss a male lover goodbye but, before I embarrassed myself by clumsily lunging at him, he seemed to read my thoughts.

"No kissing in public, mate," he said quietly. "We don't want to be seen being naughty twice in one day!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Well, at least you know the sentiment is there. Until next time, Bradley."

He nodded. "Yeah... see you soon, mate."

He walked over to his bike and threw me a wave as I pulled off.

I liked the fact he'd said he'd see me "soon" and hoped he didn't mean at work. I hoped also that, for him, "soon" meant days rather than weeks.

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Next and final story: Jake's Christmas Present

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Taking it All Off



Part I:

It had been a long day. She at last had the luxury to allow herself to relax. Moving across the airy bedroom she stood in front of her cheval glass mirror, an antique given to her from her grandmother, no one to watch her here but herself, no one to critique and judge every movement and action. 

The stark figure in the mirror was a lie. She knew that the stern woman in the image didn't really exist. Now she could once more prove to herself that what lay beneath the exterior was much lovelier then everyone believed. 

She toed her shoes off first, the practical thick soled shoes that were comfortable and yet somehow still very stern looking. Her mother always said a good pair of shoes was important; one had to be careful about the image their shoes implied about them. The desired persona that one tried to hide themselves with could be given away with the wrong pair of shoes. Her shoes clearly showed that she cared not a wit for the whims of others and that she could give a swift kick to someone's ass if it became necessary. 

She was glad to be rid of them. 

She unzipped the side zipper of her black pencil skirt next. Going slowly, enjoying the slide of the fabric against her legs. As much as she disliked the woman that still appeared to her in the mirror, now was not a time to rush. Now was a time to enjoy all the many nuances of her movements and surroundings. After a day of rushing through task after task, ensuring that the daily business was seen to did not allow one time to simply enjoy the basic pleasures that most people took for granted. She could do that here and now in her own private bedroom. 

She reached her hands up to begin to un-button the row of tiny pearlescent buttons on her severely high-necked shirt. The glide of the fabric sliding down her arms as it opened up to allow the breeze to caress the skin exposed under the opening of the buttons pleasured her in the simple fact that yet another layer of her mock appearance disappeared. 

The shirt dropped to the floor next to the rumpled skirt in a display of un-usual disorderliness that any of the others at the office would have been shocked by. Now the woman underneath appeared in the mirror. Soft round curves were embraced in aqua silk and lace, delicate garters holding up the shimmering hose that appeared normal with the rest of her illusion in place. No one at work would recognize this curved sensual woman that now looked back at her in the glass. 

The last part of this transformation back into herself was easier then all the rest. Reaching up, she pulled the long sticks holding her hair up, out, allowing it to fall in soft auburn curls just below her shoulder-blades. The red of her hair which usually only served to enforce her fierce, competitive nature now seemed to soften her features even further. The sticks fell to the floor to join the rest with a sharp clatter that she easily ignored. 

She admired the picture she made standing in the sunny room in only her lingerie. Was there any other pleasure as great as finally dropping one's mask in private and allowing one's true self to show through? If there was, she had not found it yet. 

She realized in an offhand way that she was not fashionably thin. Her body was too full for her to ever be considered model material. The light dusting of freckles could be considered to ruin her otherwise pale complexion by many, but in this light, simply made her skin glow brightly against the deep aqua of her underwear. She turned, admiring the long lines of her legs and back, wriggling sensuously in the cool air of the room, flipping her hair this way and that. Dancing to music she could hear at the very edge of her mind. 

She liked how her curves looked, lush and inviting, begging for someone's hands to explore all the hidden niches and valleys, how her breasts slightly plumped over the edge of her bra, begging to be cupped. 

Yes the woman in the mirror was a complete stranger to most. If her coworkers were to pass her on a street at this moment, they would not recognize her, they would think her a completely different woman than the one that kept such order and efficiency within the department. 

She liked know that she wore such pretty pieces under her mask. It made it so much more satisfying to come home and strip that other woman away and take it all off. 

She reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the sensation of the lace scraping against her arms raising goose-bumps over her body and making her nipples pebble into high tipped buds. Unclasping the garters next that had been holding the shimmery nylon up, furthered the unveiling. 

Rolling down the suffocating material was another great pleasure, slipping it down over her knees and finally over her ankles and toes, exposing her skin further to the air. After unclipping the garter belt itself she felt the need to arch her back over, to firmly place her hands on the floor, stretching her back out and pressing her nicely rounded ass high into the air. She liked to appreciate the picture she had to make from behind if someone were to walk in on her now. She pressed her ass a little more firmly in the air, ensuring the fabric on her thong was pressed a little tighter against the crease of her ass, allowing her to rub it even tighter against her pussy. After several deep breaths she stretched back up, raising her arms above her head, arching her back to thrust her large breasts out.

Finally feeling her body beginning to relax totally she drifted her hands down over her smooth shoulders, down over her breasts, gently cupping them and rubbing her nipples, soothing the feeling of being tightly pressed in a bra all day away. Her eyes drifted shut as a memory wafted gently through her mind of the last time someone had touched her body the way she was now, although that other person had a greater sense of greedy urgency that she herself could not recreate.

She slipped her hands under the sides of her panties and let them drop down her thighs, revealing the vee of dark red curls between her thighs, emphasizing her curves even more. 

In her minds eye she could see the bright grey eyes of her lover as they looked up at her while she, that other woman in the memory, had done the same thing. Her lover's hands had been much more succinct in their task, quickly returning to play with her breasts as her lover began kissing her navel. She could remember running her hands through the long soft brown curls as the determined mouth began to devour her. 

She could almost feel the strong brown arms wrap around her waist as the full lips had dipped below her waist, those arms that had been holding her up as that same mouth had given their first lick through the crease hidden by her pubic hair. She let her own hands dip between her thighs to begin teasing at the nub that was already stiff and thick with the juices that wanted to seep out of her body at the memory of Her. 

In the memory, her lover had made sweet grunting noises as she had buried her nose in her cunt, licking and sucking, shoving her fingers deep inside her body, growling when she had almost struggled too much against the intense sensations her lover was causing her. 

A slow ache had built again in her body as she thought of that afternoon. The afternoon in her memory, had had rain continuously pouring down outside the window, storming, almost seeming to give her lover a rhythm to move to, fiercely eating her out to the point that her knees buckled, not allowing her to remain standing. Those strong arms had carried her gently to the floor, continuing on her determined plan to suck her body dry of any pleasure she had to give. 

Her fingers moved frantically between her thighs at the memory of her distant lover twisting to straddle her body as she continued to lick and suck and play between her legs, finally presenting her own body for her to play with as well. Being able to feel her lover's smaller breasts firmly pressed against her stomach on top of her and ram her own fingers into the delectable body over her had pushed her over the edge, that sweet ache having built to the point of bursting, just as her lovers body had burst on her own tongue and fingers, a struggle toward mutual completion that they had finally achieved.

That memory finally made her body need more than her fingers could give her, standing in front of her grandmother's mirror. She moved swiftly to her bed, sprawling wantonly across the down comforter, simultaneously reaching into her bedside table drawer to pull out her vibrator. Clicking it on high she squeezed one of her breasts in one hand and placed the tip of the vibrating wand between her legs where she was already sopping wet, quickly moving it in firm circles against her clit, moaning allowed at the ache that immediately intensified and yet seemed to become more satisfying at the same time. 

The thought of what she looked like, spread out on the bed in the light with the vibrator between her legs spurred her on, she wondered if her mother or grandmother had ever done anything like this in their own private moments. Wondered if they would consider her to be beyond the virtuous woman she was supposed to be on the outside. 

It was at the exact moment that her body hit the edge of being tipped over in release that the bedroom door swung open. Her eyes which had been half closed opened wide at the intrusion, but her hands seemed to have a will of their own and couldn't stop while she was so close to the edge. Anyone could have been in that doorway and she couldn't have stopped herself.

The man that appeared in the doorway surprised her. She hadn't known that he had known where she lived. Her muffled thoughts realized that he must have followed her home. He must have broken in, she had locked the doors when she had come in. The little hint of fear this produced made everything magnify once more. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her mouth this time. 

She wouldn't have expected it of him, especially after the screaming match they had held earlier in the day. All thoughts of her other lover were wiped from her mind as he stared at her body with glittering black eyes. His slanted brows furrowing in concentration as he took in her body and her actions on the bed. 

His tall, lean body leaned almost imperceptibly forward in the doorway, his nostrils flaring in his slightly too long, sharp nose as he caught a hold of her scent almost like a wolf scenting prey. His eyes on her was finally all she needed to once again release that all consuming wave of completeness that drew her body up in its grip and wouldn't let her go. 

Her writhing seemed to kick-start his body into the room. He moved toward her with a slow predatory look, not saying a word as he reached for the silver belt buckle that stood out starkly against his black trousers, eyes glittering with intent. And in her current state she couldn't do anything to stop him. In the end though, she didn't want to stop him.

 Part II:

The belt hit the floor, with the buckle making a soft thunk on the wood. His hands moved to roughly un-tuck his shirt from the waistband of the pants that now hung low on his narrow hips. His eyes were still narrowed as he reached the end of her bed. 

He placed a knee on the edge and began crawling toward her, his eyes now focused on the still quivering lips of her cunt. She couldn't move, still trapped in the sweetness of her last orgasm and the pure shock of seeing him there, in the room, now almost to her knees between her legs. He still hadn't made a sound.

The last time she had seen him, they had been screaming at each other over some tiny minutiae of company policy that he had wanted to ignore. When she had been little, she had wanted him, but he never noticed her, nearly twice her age and with the type of strong sexual appeal that allowed him to have whatever woman he wanted, even though he always seemed to be alone. She had always had to block out that desire whenever they had had confrontations like the one today. Seeing him in a rage over her always excited her beyond control. But now here he was, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal a well muscled chest with a long dragon tattooed boldly over his right shoulder in dark lines. 

The shirt was tossed carelessly over his shoulder to land somewhere un-known in the room and he finally reached his hands out to touch her. She didn't know what had brought him here today, but she was not going to deny herself the pleasure of having him. A whimper escaped her mouth before his hands even had time to settle on her body. His eyes seemed to reflect her image back at her, just like the mirror had earlier. She was intoxicated anew.

His fingers started on her belly, softly caressing their way down over her thighs, finally settling his strong callused palms on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs even further apart, he moved himself further up so that her quim brushed his black clad knees and she was spread as far as he could push her. 

He moved his hands, but warned her with a look not to move. One hand traced that part that was now so painfully exposed to his eyes. She dropped the vibrator that had still been clutched in hand and reached up to grab the rungs on her headboard to keep herself from moving from where he wanted her. The urge to move was so intense that she didn't think she would be able to help it after much longer. 

One finger dragged between her labia, rolling briefly over her clit, making her hips buck, the same fingers making a brief foray a little ways inside of her, seeming to gather the wetness that had come with her orgasm. Her body was so tense it had begun to hurt. His finger continued on its explorations between her legs, continuing to the tight puckered hole of her anus that she hadn't yet touched. 

He pressed against her, gently but still firmly pressing his finger into that much tighter hole about a quarter inch, making her mewl and twist against the sensations that spiked through her stomach once again. He pressed it in a little further and with his other hand pressed his thumb against her clit, two long fingers pressing up inside of her, the orgasm this time was almost instantaneous, bucking her body up and into his arms simply because she couldn't help the movement, forcing his fingers deeper and harder into her body in both places. His fingers kept teasing her through the paroxysms that rolled through her although she was almost sore from the pleasure. 

When she was once again laying completed on the bed with sweat dripping down her sides and her chest still heaving from trying to take such deep breaths she watched him lick her off his fingers through her heavily slitted eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and rolled them down his legs, taking his underwear, if he was even wearing any, off, once again rolling toward her, his thick cock bobbing heaving against his stomach, slightly glistening with pre-cum.

She vaguely felt his hands cup her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers and felt him press his face into her neck, sucking heavily on her damp skin. He dragged his nose gently up her neck, inhaling as he went, seeming to enjoy the curve of her cheek and feel of her soft skin against his own cheek, her eyes having drifted shut completely with the simple pleasure of his stubble roughened cheek against hers. 

His hands suddenly cupped her face roughly, all his other movements stopping, the end of his nose lightly against hers. Her green eyes met his dark ones and she felt the very tip of his cock settle at her entrance, his hips settling between her legs. He kissed her. 

It was almost a shocking action after his sudden appearance and all of his almost no nonsense actions, including the feel of him pressed so intimately against her. She had spent many hours lusting over the thought of his mouth on hers, watching his full lower lip when he spoke to her and imagining what it would be like, and ohhhhhh......the actual reality was beyond any of her imaginings. 

It wasn't gentle, but it seemed to swallow her whole, his tongue darting out to curl around hers, exploring her mouth, trying to explore every inch of the back of her throat, his flavor playing havoc with her taste buds, dark and minty, with just a hint of something alcoholic under the rest. His hands curled further around her face, slipping into her hair, her own hands slipped into his black locks, tugging at the hair band that held it back in a loose ponytail. 

The feel of his cool hair slipping through her fingers enhanced the press of his lips against hers, She could imagine his black hair intermingling with her bright red, constructing an unbreakable web between them. She tried to think about what the mirror would show at this moment, his long lean body cradled by her rounder plumper one, his pale skin glowing whitely against her tan. She suddenly wished she could see the arch of his back and see how his feet looked entwined with hers. She wasn't the only one who hid her true self from the rest of the world. 

The light dusting of hair across his chest rubbed against her nipples as he continued sucking her lips into his own, making them harder than they already were. She could feel his own nipples stabbing into her own chest. And suddenly, without warning he thrust into her, seemingly as hard as he could manage. Between his drugging kisses and her own fantasies of how they looked laying there decadently on the bed, she had completely ignored almost everything else, including the tip of his cock that had been pressed almost gently into her nether curls. 

The sudden intrusion made her shriek into his mouth, her knees reflexively drawing up, inadvertently pushing him deeper into her body. He gave a deep, guttural groan and broke off his kiss, slipping his hands under her armpits, cupping her shoulders. He became still, so still as he gave her a long look from above her. His wicked looking mouth quirked at one corner and she suddenly knew that this was not going to be a gentle experience. 

The feel of his pubic hair pressed into hers, his long thick shaft deep in her body made her body clench against his and his head arched back slightly at the feel of her wetness gripping him so tightly, his straight hair falling over his shoulders, brushing against hers. 

And then he began to move. 

He drew out and thrust straight back in a long deliberate motion, taking him all the way back into her, the very tip of him brushing her cervix. He growled again and swirled his hips against her deep inside. She couldn't contain the noises that he began to pull out of her, all the while staring at her with those hypnotic black eyes. Using the leverage he had with his hands under her shoulders he picked up a steady pounding rhythm that shook her entire body and made her want to pull away and come back for more all at the same time. She squirmed in his arms, bucking against him and thrashing against the cool sheets. 

That sweet ache began to build inside of her once more, his cock pushing through that spot, that place that produced the sweetest ache that continued to grow and grow. Her body began to flush and the heat became an inferno once more. She sank her teeth into his chest. The shock of it must seemed to have surprised him because his rhythm became slightly erratic and he began hunching into her body even harder than before, his forehead dropping down onto hers, his eyes still staring into her, seeming to see everything. His cock continued to press in and out of that spot deep inside of her until she couldn't stand anymore and her body broke into heavy spasms once again. 

Her hands dropping from his hair and down his back, grabbed a hold of his firm round ass, she dropped her head back and arched her back, trying to press her body as tightly against his as she possible could. 




Taking it All Off



One of his arms slipped under her back and pulled her arch higher up, giving him access to her nipples and the line of her throat, their stomachs still pressed tightly together. The spasms continued to break through her body, making her continue to writhe and thrust wildly, utterly lost to the pounding of his body. 

He delicately took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth and bit down, ever so slightly. She screamed, the bite just enough to send another orgasm rocketing through her body. Her mind was gone, completely, nothing else existed accept for the deep waves that continued to go through her body. His pace had not slowed down, nearly the entire top part of her breast now in his mouth. If anything, he seemed to get harder and continued to pound mercilessly. Along with the sheer glory of the pleasure was an edge of pain.

She had almost fallen still, so dazed from everything that she could barely move when he suddenly pulled out of her and roughly began to roll her over, grabbing a pillow to stuff under her hips. Her arms lay limply sprawled across the bedding, her face still halfway into the mattress as her mind tried to grapple with overcome the fog that clouded it still to wonder what he was doing. She didn't have to wait long. 

She felt another finger slide deeply into her ass where she was still slightly stretched from the very first time he had touched her. She groaned and managed to push her ass higher in the air, closer toward him. A second, and then a third were quickly added, scissoring her open nearly frantically. A moment where there was nothing and then she felt him place himself where his fingers had been and then he took a deep breath, almost as if he was trying to control himself. 

He rammed himself in, nearly having to stuff his girth in to force his way to the hilt. His hands held onto her waist, holding her still as he began to fuck her thoroughly into the mattress. She didn't have the energy to do anything but lay there and let the new sensations wash over her. It was almost as if he was trying to push entire self into her. Pulling her hips higher, one hand slipped back down to her clit, forcing another intense orgasm to ripple through her. At the feel of her muscles clenching him so continuously, she finally felt him lose himself inside of her, a heavy wash of wetness flowing through her back passage, making him glide even more easily as he finished squeezing out every last drop of himself into her. 

He collapsed over her, laying lightly half still on top of her, his cock still buried in her ass, although he had to hold himself firmly against her to keep his softened self there. She didn't want him to move, the occasional ripple still flowed her in reaction. 

He finally pulled away from her. She wondered if he was going to leave her then, but almost immediately he tugged her over onto her side and wrapped himself around her, leaning down to give her another one of those long, drawn out kisses that seemed to be after her very soul. 

"I knew there was more to you then met the eye." The first words he had spoken through the entire thing. Her eyes had begun to droop, but he nudged her face back up to his, "We're not done yet, sleep now, but I'm not through meeting this other side of yours." He tucked her more firmly into his side and she finally drifted off. 

Right as she felt sleep overtake her, she realized that when she had come home and stood in front of the mirror, she had never expected someone else to see what she saw and understood about herself. It was good to lose the mask. A brief smile touched her lips and stayed there as she slept, an entirely different face than any of her other faces, one that only her lovers ever saw. 



Taking It All The Way



Well, I had begun writing about my first encounter with a girl named Lauren when something else happened. It was inevitable, I guess – though my boyfriend Keith wouldn't agree – that I allowed one of the guys to 'push' me into actually having sex with him. Okay, maybe 'push' isn't the right word; after all, it didn't take much more than a suggestion, really...because I already wanted it. It's funny; when girls do it, they automatically take on this label of being a "slut", whereas guys just become more "studly". Is that fair? Really? My story about Lauren – my new bff in so many ways – will have to wait. Hopefully you'll enjoy this brief accounting, in the meantime. 

After giving Randy a few blowjobs over the past year (with my boyfriend's consent, I might add) I was developing a definite crush on his dick. Keith's dick is nice, as are James's and David's, all in their own ways, but whoever said that size matters was NOT lying! Omg, ever since that first rainy day, when I took the sweet juice from all four of the guys, Randy's dick was the only one I ever thought about! The second blowjob I gave him was just he and I (with Keith watching, of course), and it was, if anything, more wonderful than the first. I came – again! And his load was just as massive as that first time, causing me to lose some of it around the edges of my mouth - again! David showed up shortly after Randy left for his turn – again – and I began to realize that, even though all this was fun and Keith enjoyed the inevitable frantic sex afterward, the part I looked forward to the most involved only Randy. I began to seriously obsess about getting that dick inside other places than just my mouth. 

 You did know girls fantasize, too - right? Sometimes I think guys don't allow us that liberty; that they think of us only as the objects of their fantasies. Willing participants most of the time, sure; but the actual sex act is always on their own terms. Well, wake up, guys! Every one of my friends, even back in school, fantasized about the boys we saw, and we all shared those fantasies with each other (in lurid detail, most of the time!) I'm not sure most guys' fantasies could hold a candle to what we envisioned!

When the third rainy morning came around I looked forward to feeling Randy's thick cock stretching my lips again, but what I really wanted was to lay him back and climb over him – I didn't even care if Keith went off the rails at that point – and take him inside me. I didn't, of course. I did take an extra long time giving him head, bringing him close and then delaying his climax, but after a while it seemed like he just needed to cum. He actually grabbed my head in his vise-like grip and began to "skull-fuck" me (that's exactly what he told Keith he was doing!) and oh my god, just hearing him say that plugged me into overdrive. By the time he filled my mouth again I had already climaxed once, and was well on the way to my second. Honestly, I think if my mouth hadn't been overflowing with his cum I might have screamed! He let me swallow, milked another spurt or two in my throat, then pulled out and, as had become his custom, left without a lot of conversation. I wondered if he had any idea how badly I wanted him inside me, or even if he had the same desire. He said very little at work, other than the usual jokes the guys shared afterward. 

Then one day last week, when he and I were cleaning up hedge clippings and the others had moved onto another customer's yard two doors down, he suddenly dropped the rake he was holding, pushed the plastic bag I was holding out of my hands, and kissed me. I was caught totally off-guard; I didn't even kiss him back, though I might have, if I wasn't so surprised. He pulled back, still with his hands on my neck, and said, "I think it's time you and I got together, Stace." 

I stared at him like an idiot for a moment, then I just nodded and said, "Yeah." Wow, that sounded lame! I took a quick breath and said, "Yeah, we can do that, yeah." I mean, I was gobsmacked! And then he just picked up the rake and gathered up another bundle of hedge clippings and held it out toward me. He looked strangely at me and I suddenly went, "Oh, yeah," and picked up the bag again. When he dropped the branches in he said, "So, when?" and I didn't know what to say. I was still so surprised! By the time we finished picking up everything I told him I'd let him know, and then we went to join the others. Omigod, all I could think about the rest of the day was, I'm finally gonna get that dick! 

Yesterday turned out to be the day. We worked in the morning; then, as usual, the skies began to darken in the west in the early afternoon. Keith took his truck to deposit the money he'd collected so he could cover checks for the guys, and told us to get the trailer emptied. I don't get a check; I get mine in cash from him, and I usually go with him to the bank, but the weather was building faster than usual. He said, "I'll go. Go with the guys to the dump and then have Randy drop you off," so I agreed. We made the landfill just before the rain hit, then Randy drove us all to our place. Keith wasn't there yet. David and James got in their own cars and headed out, and Randy waited for them to leave. He cocked his head at me. "My place?" he asked, and with my stomach suddenly full of butterflies, I nodded. 

On the way he said, "Janine won't be home for a couple more hours, but Keith'll be wondering where you are, so we gotta be quick. I'm sorry about that." Janine is Randy's girlfriend; she works as a drive-up teller at a local bank. I had completely forgotten about her! 

Without looking at him I asked, "Are you sure about this?" 

He looked at me and waited for my eyes to meet his. "Absolutely," he said, and smiled. I nestled in next to him on the seat, feeling more ready for this than ever. When we got to the house he rents with Janine, he told me to wait in the truck. "I gotta tie up the dog," he explained. I knew he had a female pit bull named Loretta, but I'd never had occasion to get friendly with her, so I decided that was probably a good idea. I felt funny sitting in his truck in front of his house, but no one had driven past by the time he came back out. He opened my door and said, "It's safe now," but I had serious reservations about that, for a lot of reasons. 

"What if Keith comes over here looking for me?" 

Neither of us had considered that before this moment, but Randy didn't hesitate long. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll tell him I was getting a blowjob in advance," he joked. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow morning, anyway." 

I slapped at his arm as I climbed down out of his truck. "Very funny," I said. But I wasn't embarrassed by his reference to my sluttiness; mostly I was horny. 

Loretta began barking up a storm when she heard our voices; feeling left out, I suppose. Neither of us cared. As we walked through the front door Randy dropped his hand to my ass. My shorts, I knew, were damp from working in the humid Florida air. I smelled of sweat, and probably the fecund odor of desire, too; but then, so did he. I turned and put my arms around his neck and let him pick me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down a hallway. In the bedroom, he let me slide down him until my shoes touched the floor. He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and unfastened my bra with practiced ease as he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back, hungrily. We both knew we didn't have much time. I raised my arms and he slipped my shirt and bra off over my head. He looked at my boobs. 

My nipples were hard, begging to be touched. I whispered, "I know, they're not mu..." 

His lips closed over my left nipple, closest to my heart, and the words stuck in my throat. The lightning bolt of lust went right through me, and I arched my back, feeling his hands close around my back as he leaned into me. I gasped. His tongue made a circle around my nipple and I thought I might cry out, but instead my breath became even more raggedy. My hands clawed at his shirt. I pulled it over his head just as his hands dropped to my shorts, and he let me drop the shirt onto the floor before he went back to work unfastening the top button, then unzipping my sweat-stained shorts. My bikini panties followed them to my ankles, and I stepped out of them as he bent to unlace his work boots. 

His dick, that lovely thick monster I already knew so well, sprung upward as he peeled his jeans and boxers down, and I took it in my hand as he put one hand on my shoulder to balance himself. By the time he had kicked off his boots and rid himself of pants, underwear and socks, I was leaning over, eager to take him in my mouth. I dropped to my knees before him, my sneakers still on, and he spread his feet widely. His hands went into my hair and he sighed as I closed my lips around his dick. 

He didn't let me suck him long. I think he was afraid he might 'bust a nut', as he calls it, before he had a chance to get inside me. I was just enjoying the funky smell of his stomach and balls when he pushed my face off him. "On the bed," he said, and I stood up. He pushed me backwards with his hands on my waist, and after three steps the bed contacted the backs of my knees. I fell back and he followed me, grabbing my arm to cushion my descent. I spread my legs, ready for him, but he just stared down at me. 

"Oh my god," he said softly, his dick standing straight out just above my right knee. He said, "Let me look at you." 

I lay there splayed out, half-embarrassed, half filled with pride. I know my skin is pale white where my bikini covers it, the rest of my body tanned a warm brown-sugar color. I was suddenly very aware that I'm lean, and not curvy, and I hoped he didn't mind that. I looked at his dick, my mouth dry, and I felt reassured. It absolutely throbbed above me, full of pulsing hot blood. I wanted it. 

"Randy" I said in a small voice, "fuck me?" 

He didn't hesitate another second. His hands went to my thighs and slid under my knees, then he picked my legs up as he pulled me across the sheets toward him, so my butt was at the edge of the bed. I put my arms up over my head and grasped the sheet in each hand. He leaned forward and the head of his cock touched my labia. It felt like an electric shock. I gasped again, waiting for his plunge forward, but it didn't come immediately. Instead, he rolled his dick against me, back and forth, teasing me, with my legs held high in the air. In a husky voice, he said, "Put it in." 

As my right hand contacted it, I could feel its heat. I aimed it without looking toward the heart of me and pulled slightly, leading him in. The head parted my labia, then slid smoothly past and inside me. He leaned forward as I took him, inch by magnificent inch, until at last he was buried inside me. I could feel his pubic hair against my shaven mons. "Oh god," I moaned. He began to move. 

At first he was slow, deliberate. He pulled back until he was almost all the way out. I could feel my pussy lips being pulled outward, my skin clinging desperately to his. I tried to squeeze his cock head as it hovered at my entrance, unwilling to give that pleasure up so easily. I was a vessel that had been opened wide, a fragrant flower waiting for him to fill me again. Then he pushed forward and I took him back in with a long, low moan in the back of my throat. I could feel, literally, every centimeter, each vein and indentation of his skin as he coursed back into my hotly grasping body. Then, once again, I felt his hair against me, his belly pressing against my mound; his balls softly caressing my ass cheeks. Again he withdrew, although this time, mercifully, not quite as far, and I awaited his full return to me. 

This went on for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was probably only a minute or two, before even he could no longer bear the anticipation. He began to thrust deeper and more urgently, and that was even better. Everything he did only served to arouse me further. Now I craved the feeling of being taken completely, hungrily; no matter how hard Randy wanted to bring it to me, it wasn't enough. I begged him to fuck me harder, "HARDER!" He complied, growing more and more aggressive. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his hands squeezing violently into the tender skin at the back of my knees. I began to climax. 

I began to scream. 

My orgasm washed over me like a tornado. I went limp as it coursed through me, a virtual rag doll at the mercy of Randy's controlling hands and rampaging dick. I had never surrendered so completely to a man before, but this was beyond my ability or desire to control. I was practically standing on my head, helpless for the first time. Whereas sex with Keith was usually leisurely and I was often on top, with Randy it was total submission, total abandonment. I shrieked and gasped until my throat was dry. Then I felt his hands slide from my thighs to my ankles, and he was pushing them forward, compressing me back until my knees flattened against my breasts. He climbed up onto the bed over me and continued his assault on my pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and my orgasms continued, one after another, until he released my legs at last and stood up. 

But he hadn't cum yet. 

I looked up at his red face. Sweat rolled off his cheekbones as he reached for me, and at his urging, I rolled over and struggled up onto my knees. It took all the strength I had; my legs didn't want to cooperate, and I wasn't sure how long I could remain upright like this. I felt the bed move as he moved behind me, and his hand pressed down on my lower back. The head of his dick contacted me again and I shivered. In another instant he was inside me, his massive tool moving smoothly into the damp heart of my being. I moaned again, hoarsely. Once again, he began to fuck me, slower than before, building his momentum. 

When my next climax hit I collapsed onto my tummy, my arms unable to hold me up any longer. I was physically spent. He rode me down, only breaking his rhythm long enough to reposition his knees, then he thrust again, harder and more urgently. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him, milking his dick for the most pleasure I could get. It was the only thing I was able to by then, but it had an effect. He groaned, then hesitated for just a beat. I felt his dick swell inside me and I knew he was going to cum. He began to thrust wildly, his balls smacking into me from behind. I screamed one last time, sharing his release as he slammed his dick inside me, filling me with load after load of his hot seed. 

My scream died in my throat as his groans subsided. And then it was over. He lay on top of me, his sweat mingling with mine in the small of my back as he thrust one last time, kind of half-heartedly. We both lay panting like dogs. I turned my head on the sheet and moaned softly as I felt our juices beginning to flow back out of me, pooling under us. I had never felt so exhausted, or so good! 

My pussy spasmed twice, contracting around his dick, which was still thick inside me. I clenched my vaginal muscles in response and it felt good, but Randy wouldn't allow our last moments of bliss to last for long. He pulled from me and climbed off the bed, smacking my ass as he did. "C'mon, girl," he said, "we gotta go." What a romantic!

I didn't move. It felt too good just to lay there, physically wracked and sexually sated. My hair was covering my face like a damp curtain, but I knew what I probably looked like to Randy. Okay, it wasn't my finest hour, but I was enjoying it nonetheless. Then I heard, "Oh, fuck!" 

I rolled quickly over onto my side and stared up at him. "What?" The tone of his voice had given me a sense of urgency, as if the room was on fire.

He was looking at where we had just lain. "Oh, FUCK!" he repeated, his voice higher, "look at the damn bed!"

The bed was a mess, for sure. The sheets were wet and swirled into a jumble, but it was nothing a little quick straightening-up couldn't fix. His sudden sense of alarm struck me as funny. "Calm down," I said, "don't you have any more sheets?" I got up, a little unsteadily, and put my hand on his back as he stared at the bed. 

"You don't understand," he said with a note of resignation in his voice, "I never make the bed! Janine'll know something's up!" 

I started laughing, and he turned to look at me crossly. The expression on his face made it seem even funnier. "Oh, like she's not gonna smell the sex in here?" The whole room reeked with the fetid odor of sweat and sexual fluids and desire; I could smell it already. I watched the recognition of it come over his face, then he turned and looked me up and down. 

"You still got your sneaks on!" he suddenly, and burst out laughing. 

He was right. I looked down at my bed and realized my dirty sneakers had made as much of a mess of the pale yellow sheets as our sweaty bodies had. "Oh, fuck," I said, repeating his earlier assessment. Randy was still looking at me, with more than just humor in his eyes, now. I realized it was time to get back to business, so I bent quickly and gathered up my clothes from the floor. "Okay, you strip the bed while I get freshened up," I directed, and headed for the bathroom. 

When I came out, he was dressed. He held the crumpled sheet in his hand, looking as if he didn't know what to do with it. "Do you have a washer?" I asked, taking it from him. I was out the door and down the hall by the time he said yes. 

"Just past the kitchen." 

I started the wash, changed the sheet set (they only had one yellow top sheet), and put the ceiling fan on high, then we headed for his truck. I instructed him to be in bed when Janine got home, and to tell her he'd messed the sheet up with his dirty work boots. "And it wouldn't hurt to tell her you don't feel good," I said. I surprised myself with my own deviousness, but I didn't want him getting in trouble. As for Keith, I could only hope my 'indiscretion' with Randy hadn't taken so long it aroused his suspicions. My clothes were now dry, but I was still perspiring, mostly from nervousness. I planned to tell him we got held up at the landfill, but when we got to our place Keith's truck wasn't there. I kissed Randy quickly (we never kissed during my blowjobs) and tried not to feel uncomfortable. He asked when this would happen again, and I told him I wasn't sure. 

"It will, though," he said.

I nodded.



Taking It Both Ends



My wife and I have always enjoyed a varied sex life and this has improved as the years have gone by. I am 32 and my wife is 34 with an enjoyable figure. Recently we have taken to acting out fantasies.  My wives favourite is where she has used a service and when asked to pay does not have enough money so offers sexual favours to cover her bill.

Six months ago my wife went out dressed in a mini skirt, high heels, no bra, g-string and a revealing top and she told me that she wanted to enact a fantasy that she had wanted to try out. I was asked to drive past and pick her up just as if I were a taxi. This I did. At our house I asked her for her fare and she said she could not pay but could I come in whilst she got me some money. As I walked in the door she turned to me put her arms around me and started to kiss me, shen then whispered in my ear that she had another way to pay if I was interested. With that she knelt in front of me and slowly undid my flies. 

Perhaps I can pay you like this she said and started to slowly suck my cock. I tried to stop her saying I wanted my money but the expert sucking soon shut me up. I called her a common slut and that she must swallow all my spunk to cover the full fare. I soon felt the magic feeling and erupted a massive load of spunk in her mouth. She swallowed all of it and sucked me dry. I thanked her and told her to ring me any time she wanted to exchange a free lift for a sexual favour.

In October last year we were on holiday in Malaga and had gone out for the evening. We dined in this restaurant and had a lovely meal. When I came to pay I discovered that my wallet was not in my pocket. I asked to see the manager to explain to him what happened. The waiter called Cesra led us into his office and soon came back with the owner. We told the owner called Julio that somehow I had mislaid my wallet or left it behind, as you can imagine he was not that sympathetic with us and told us that this always happened and that he was fed up with tourists trying it on. 

He told us that we could both go and work in the kitchens and help clean up for the rest of the night. I imagined my wife in high heels, mini skirt and blouse in all that mess with the kitchen staff gawking over her.

Both men were fairly attractive and to my astonishment Jayne walked towards the Julio and slowly started to rub his cock through his trousers. As he grew hard she started to French kiss him forcing her tongue into his mouth. He tried to push her away but then all of a sudden pulled her hard towards him and pushed his hand up her skirt. She groaned as his fingers found the entrance to moist pussy. 

Cesra looked shocked at what was happening until Jayne freed her hand and undid his flies to start massaging his hardening cock. Julio loosened my wife’s mini and let it fall to the ground revealing just a g-string. Cesra got behind Jayne rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her arse leaving traces of precome as he undid her blouse letting it drop away, Jayne’s nipples were now hard and Cesra was soon massaging the supple flesh - all she had on was her high heeled shoes - these were the first two men to see her totally naked since we had married. The office was fairly small so Jayne suggested that she lay across the table so that the men could fuck her - she told them as best she could she wanted it hard and any way they liked. 

Julio forced her legs open and slowly circled his tongue round her clit sucking her pussy and savoring the taste. She was really close to orgasm and finally with a loud shout she came holding Julio’s head against her pussy making sure he tasted her come. She then stroked his cock begging him to push his 9’ inch cock right up her pussy, this brought a loud wail from her as Julio started to fuck her. 

Cesra in the meantime had moved round to the front of the table and pulled her head towards the tip of his cock. Jayne slowly sucked his cock head tasting all the pre come as she looked lovingly into his eyes, she then sucked him deep into her mouth. I knew that her blow jobs are the best and I had never been able to last long so I expected him to come fairly quickly. 

Both Julio and Cesra began fucking her, calling her a typical British whore and that she would know she had been fucked that night and that they hoped she liked the taste of their spunk. Julio’s hand was pinching her nipples as he groped her tits and as he thrust into her, causing her to groan loudly, his cock glistening with her juices every time he withdrew. Cesra was not far off coming as Jayne massaged his balls with her hand as he plunged his cock deep into her mouth. All of a sudden he uttered some words in Spanish tensed his bum and spunked right into Jayne’s mouth with a big groan. She choked as there was so much spunk, some started dribbling out the side of her mouth. He certainly made sure that she swallowed his come by pushing cock deep into her mouth. Once she swallowed some, she sucked Cesra dry and let his cock slip from her mouth.

Just as Cesra came Julio quickened his pace - Jayne was grunting and moaning again close to orgasm as Julio finally came deep inside her pussy - he thrust a couple more times as Jayne finally orgasmed - what a site - Jayne spread-eagled on the office table a satisfied look on her face and both Cesra and Julio looking contented. 

I was desperate for a fuck and hoped that the two men would now let us go. Julio looked at me probably thinking my thoughts. He smiled as he watched Jayne  beginning to get Cesra hard again by stroking his cock. He smiled and said lets ‘Fuck her again’. With that Julio motioned to Cesra to swap round. By now I was fit to burst here was my wife, somebody who liked to fantasize yes - but not for real - taking on these two guys again. As they swapped round she told them she wanted it doggie fashion and got up onto her hands and knees. 

As Cesra walked round to face her pussy holding his now stiff cock he slapped her bum hard on each cheek Jayne shrieked shocked at the sudden pain. Her bum cheeks both began to glow red where she had been smacked. Cesra laughed then slowly pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Julio had pulled his cock from Jayne’s pussy, which was covered in their combined juices and stood in front of Jayne motioning for her to suck it clean. She opened her mouth and started to suck his cock. 

The fucking she was getting from Cesra made her moan deeply. Soon she had to let go of the cock in her mouth to scream loudly as she orgasmed again. Julio pushed his cock back in and fucked her mouth as quickly as he could. He began to shake a little and held Jayne’s head tightly forcing his cock deep into her mouth as he came again. She swallowed all he had to offer. Letting his cock fall limply from her mouth once he had been sucked dry. He then started to get dressed. 

Cesra was still fucking her hard and I am sure that the rest of the staff must have heard Jayne as she was making so much noise. Eventually with a big thrust Cesra came, Jayne’s head dropped on to the table as another orgasm hit her. Both allowed their feelings to subside before moving. Cesra pulled his cock from Jayne’s pussy and pulled her head round so as she could suck him clean before he dressed. Both Julio and Cesra looked pleased. I wondered what would now happen whether they would let us go.

The little office reeked of sex and there was some come stains on the table, the actions of my wife had left my balls fit to burst I just felt so incredible horny watching. Julio eventually told Jayne to get dressed and that we were able to go as he felt he and Cesra had been fully satisfied, there was little small talk. As we walked through he restaurant a few of the staff gave Jayne a knowing 
smile - I think she was definitely heard or they new what happened to people when they did not pay.

Not a word was said on the way back to the hotel. When we got into our room I pulled Jayne to me kissing her deeply, I could still taste the come of the two men, my hands ran all over her body - her pussy needed no attention at all, I lay her on the bed and pushed my throbbing cock into her pussy her with ease. In no time at all I exploded in the depths of her pussy. We both fell asleep exhausted.

In the morning we discussed what had happened and my wife told me that she had always wanted to do something ‘naughty’ as a one off and that it would never happen again.It has not been repeated to date however it has made our sex life even more fun.



Taking it for Granted



“Dad, I know you and Mom love me and I hope that what I’m going to tell you, won’t change that,” my son said as we walked along the beach.

I looked at him and didn’t say anything. I noticed his head was down, his eyes staring at the surf washing around our feet.

“What’s this all about?” I asked him, not breaking stride.

He hesitated and picked up a small stone, throwing it into the water, before turning to me.

“Dad, I know this is going to disappoint you but I hope you understand.”

He had a grim look on his face and his eyes were narrowed, piercing the distance between us. I had never seen him in this state before and I knew there was something upsetting him.

“Don’t tell me you flunked out of school,” I said, watching him closely.

“No, Dad. It’s nothing like that.”

I didn’t say anything but waited for him to say what he had to say.

“Dad, I think I’m gay,” he blurted out, instantly looking away after he had said it.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.

“I don’t understand,” I said, waiting for him to turn back to me.

Not turning to look at me, he started.

“Dad, I had several affairs with men while I was at school.”

He hesitated.

“I found myself drawn to men from almost the first moment I got to the campus and I found many others who felt the same way.”

“So you think this makes you gay?” I asked.

“Well, doesn’t it?”

“Son, many young men your age have feeling they don’t understand but they find out for themselves, what they want and how to deal with those feelings,” I said. “You’re not the first young man who had gone away from home and found an alternative lifestyle exciting and intoxicating. Hell, even I had some of those feelings when I went away to school.”

He turned to me and stared at me, his eyes boring through me.

“You mean you had the same feeling when you were my age?” he asked, searching my face and eyes, looking for approval.

“Yes, I did.”

“What did you do?” he asked, holding my arm, his hand resting lightly at my elbow.

“Well, I experimented a little and found I enjoyed it but when your mother came along, that was the end of that, if you know what I mean.”

He smiled and looked away, his eyes moist as he searched the horizon. For a few minutes, neither of us said anything, each of us in our own world. My mind went back to the days I spent at school and I found myself getting aroused, just thinking about it. The thoughts crowding my mind had been fleeting and almost forgotten but right now, they were vivid in scope and I could see myself at that time.

My son spoke and brought me out of my thoughts.

“What did you do, when you said you experimented?”

I looked at him and smiled.

“It was nothing, son. It was just a young guy exploring and finding himself, that’s all.”

“Come on Dad. Don’t leave me hanging. Tell me about it.”

I stopped and looked at him, his eyes watching my face. I smiled again and started to walk, this time, taking his arm, leading him further down the beach.

“There really isn’t anything to tell,” I said. “I tried sex with men and found that it was enjoyable but that was a long time ago. I haven’t thought about it since.”

I looked up and found we had almost reached the end of the beach. I noticed a large log and motioned him to follow me. We sat down and he turned to me again.

“Dad, will you tell me about it?”

I could see that he wasn’t going to let me get away with just passing it off. I looked right at him.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” I asked.

“Yes,” was all he said as we settled down.

I thought for a minute and the started.

“Well, my roommate was a jock. He was always working out and spent a lot of time running and jogging. Whenever he was in our room, he never wore clothes. I found it a little disconcerting at first but I got used to it. I mean, watching his cock swing between his legs whenever he walked, became a common occurrence.”

I looked at him and his face reddened as he averted my gaze, looking down.

I don’t think he expected me to be so open and the use of the word cock, probably surprised him. I continued.

“Anyway, one day about two weeks after school started, we were in our room, talking and having a beer. As usual, he didn’t have anything on and I was in just a pair of shorts. We’d just about talked ourselves out when the subject of sex came up. Now, remember son, this was when guys were supposed to be very masculine and macho and weren’t supposed to have feeling about other men. As we talked, I saw his erection starting to grow as mine was. We finished the beer and he got up to get another. I watched his semi-erection sway as he walked past me and I absent-mindedly, reached out and grabbed him. He turned to me and without a thought, I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into me. I don’t know what possessed me but at that moment, all I wanted was his body. Whether it was lust or just the beer making my mind foggy, I don’t know but I wanted him in the worst way. He didn’t seem to be surprised and just stood in front of me, watching me as I sucked him into my mouth, licking around his head and through his slit, tasting his precum.”

This time when I looked at my son, he was watching me intently, his eyes riveted on mine, and it seemed like, he knew what I was about to say, even before I said it.

“I reached around and held his ass cheeks with my hands and let him pump his hard cock in and out of my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. I felt like gagging a few times but I resisted and kept letting him fuck me. After what seemed like a long time, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and suddenly, he was coming, his come throwing itself down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could as ropes of sperm trailed down my throat. He groaned when he came and held my head with his hands as he spurted into me over and over again.”

I looked at my son and he was still staring at me, a small grin on his face.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking how I felt when I had to swallow come spurting out of a hard cock. It sounds like you and I had similar experiences,” he said, looking away towards the beach. 

We sat for a few minutes, neither saying anything, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

“So you see, son. Just because you sucked a cock, doesn’t mean that you’re gay,” I finally said, breaking the silence between us.

He didn’t say anything for a minute and then turned to me.

“Yeah, but Dad, I did more than just suck a cock.”

“Oh.”

“Did you ever want to know what it was like to be fucked? I mean fucked like a woman?”

My mind stopped. It was like it had hit a brick wall. I didn’t know what to say. Here was my son telling me that he let another man fuck him. What was I supposed to say? 

“Dad, I wanted to find out what it was like. Don’t ask me why but I did. I let my roommate fuck me one night and many nights after that.”

Again, I didn’t say anything but waited for him.

“I found I loved the feeling of a hard cock sliding up my ass. To have the power of someone, pushing himself into me and fucking me was something that I find I need and want, more and more. I loved the feeling of his balls slapping against my ass. The feeling of his hardness sliding in and out of me, overwhelmed me and I found that I looked forward to our sessions more than anything.”

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked down at it and then up into his eyes.

“What are you asking me, son?”

Without hesitating, he said, “Dad, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock in my ass, sliding in and out of me until you come inside me.”

“Son, I can’t do that. You’re my son.”

“I know but I want you to do it,” he said as his hand found my bulge, gently running across it as he moved closer to me.

“Son,” I started but his hand on me stopped me. 

I started to grow harder to his touch and he was no longer gently rubbing me.

“Dad, please fuck me,” he said as he stimulated the bulge in my shorts.

I quickly looked around.

“Son, we can’t do that here. Someone might see us.”

“There’ no one around Dad. No one will see us, I promise. We can just go behind this log and we’ll be out of sight.”

I looked around behind me and he was right. The log was big enough to go behind and no one would see us. 

“Dad, please,” he pleaded, his hand busier than before.

Again I quickly looked around and then at him.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to. I want to feel your cock inside me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the day I got home but I was afraid of how you react.”

I looked at him again and saw the love in his eyes and the desperation too. How could a father resist his son’s request?

“Come on, Dad,” he said as he stood up and moved over the log. “Come on.”

I followed him and we sunk down behind the large log. He reached out and started to pull my shorts down. He smiled when my cock sprang out of them, pointing straight at him. 

“Dad, I love your cock,” he said, reaching out, wrapping his hand around me. 

I looked down at his hand and felt myself twitch in it.

“See, Dad. You want this as much as I do,” he said as he pulled me closer. 

I let him lead me and soon his mouth was around my cock. I could feel his tongue swirling around my head and I felt the back of his throat as my head bounced off it. He was soon bobbing and sucking me harder as I felt a twinge run through my body. My son was very good at sucking cock and he was giving me what I had wanted for a long time, even though, I hadn’t known it.

As I watched him suck me, I looked down at his crotch. The outline of his cock was straining against his shorts. I could see his head outlined by the cloth, a wet spot appearing. I reached down and pulled on his shorts. He knew what I wanted so he took me out of his mouth and rolled onto his back, raising his legs enough to pull his shorts off.

His cock was as hard as mine and I reached out, pulling it to me. I looked at it carefully. His head was a slight purple, the skin soft and pliable. The veins along his shaft were sticking out and it was twitching slightly as I wrapped my hand around it. It felt warm and I started to run my hand down his length, stopping at his balls. He raised his ass off the ground a little to let me hold his balls and groaned when I started massaging them.

“Oh, Dad. That feels so good,” he said, laying back, closing his eyes.

I gently rubbed his balls together, taking them into my hand, feeling their fullness. Again he groaned, only this time a little louder. I moved my hand back to his cock and started rubbing it up and down as he lay in the sand, writhing at my touch. I didn’t think about what I was doing or whom I was doing it too. We were too far gone by then to think about that so I continued.

I leaned down and touched his head with my tongue. He groaned again. I ran my tongue around the bottom of his head and through his slit, making him groan again and again. Finally, I took him into my mouth as far as I could. He groaned louder as he felt my nose in his hair, my lips around the base of his shaft.

“Dad, please fuck me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Please I want you.”

I slowly took him out of my mouth and told him to roll over. He did quickly and half stuck his ass into the air. I leaned down and spread his cheeks apart, exposing his hole to me. I flicked it with my tongue and he groaned again. Running my tongue lightly up and down his crack had him writhing and he pushed back against me. I circled his hole several times before running a finger up his crack, gently massaging him. He was groaning at every touch now. 

He pushed back against my finger when it reached his hole and it popped into him, making him almost scream out in joy. I pushed my finger into him as far as I could and then slowly withdrew it. He raised his ass a little more and looked around at me.

“Dad, fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me, fucking my ass. I want your cock inside me.”

I continued finger fucking him for a few more minutes and then pulled my finger completely out of him. Leaning down, I made sure his hole was open and wet before moving up between his legs, pointing myself at his hole. I moved my hips towards him and my cock entered his ass. He groaned louder as I pushed myself into him until I was fully inside him. I rested, holding myself in him as he twitched and pushed against me. His ass was so tight, I could feel his walls rub against my head as I pushed into him. I felt his muscles clenched around me as I held myself in him, my balls resting against his ass.

“Dad, please fuck me,” he pleaded as he raised himself up to his hands and knees. “Please.”

I followed his movement and moved up with him. I slowly started to pull my cock out of him and he groaned loudly. Without taking myself completely out of him, I thrust back up into him and stopped again. He groaned and pushed harder against me, wiggling his ass, telling me to fuck him and to fuck him hard.

I started thrusting in and out of him slowly at first, then faster and faster.

“Dad, take it easy. Go slow. I want this to never end it feels so good,” he said as he lowered his head onto his arms.

I slowed down and thrust in and out of him in a steady pace, my balls slapping his ass every time I fully thrust into him. He pushed back against my every forward thrust and I soon found myself wanting to come inside him. As I heard the noise of my cock sliding in and out of him, I found myself coming. He groaned again as he felt my cock twitch, far up his canal. 

I thrust in and out of him a few more times and then suddenly, I was coming inside him, my come splashing against his walls and around my cock. I felt the heat from him and the heat of my come inside him. I grabbed his hips and held myself against his ass, emptying myself into him, wanting to get further inside him. I came over and over again and every time I spurted more come into him, he groaned and pressed against me. 

I finished coming and started to pull out of him.

“No, don’t Dad,” he said. “Stay inside me.”

I tried but my cock was softening fast and I popped out of him, my come running down his legs. I leaned back and watched the come on him, slowly move down his legs until it pooled under him on the sand. He didn’t move for a few minutes and then rolled over. He had a big grin on his face and his cock was hard and twitching.

“Dad, that was great. You felt so good inside me. I love the feeling of your hard cock sliding in and out of my ass hole. It was so exciting and I wanted to feel you come in me.”
I didn’t say anything but looked at him and smiled a little. I was puffing from the exertion and I just wanted to rest and relax for a minute. He saw that and let me regain my breath.

“Dad, you see,” he said finally after a few minutes. “I love to have a hard cock up my ass, fucking me like a woman. I love the feeling of it sliding in and out of me and feeling it explode inside me.”

I just nodded.

“I love being fucked,” he said. “I hope you enjoyed it too.”

“Yes, I did,” I finally had the breath to say. “I enjoyed it too.”

“Dad, you know that you can fuck me whenever you want from now on, don’t you?”

“Yes, son, I know.”

We sat for a few more minutes and then I looked over the top of the log. Seeing no one around, I stood up.

“Come on, son. Your mother will be wondering what happened to us,” I said, picking up my shorts and carefully pulling them up over my hips.

“We’d better start back now.”

“Dad,” my son said. “Will you fuck me again?”

I looked down at him and smiled.

“Yes, I will son. Whenever we have the chance, I’d love to fuck you again. Maybe sometime, you can let me feel what its like to be fucked and you can fuck me too.”

He just looked up at me and a big grin came over his face.

“Hurry up, now. Put your shorts on and let’s go.”

I stepped out from behind the log and waited for him to join me. On the walk home, we talked about making love and by the time we got home, my bulge was straining against my shorts again. He noticed it and gave it a little pat as we walked through the door.

“I see you’re thinking about it, aren’t you. You’re thinking about being inside my ass again.”

I just smiled and walked into the house.