0 comments/ 16247 views/ 3 favorites The Night By: BikerRob We are alone for the weekend. How or why doesn't matter, but we are. As you come into the house, I smile, bringing you into my arms and holding you close to my body. I feel you pressed against me, and I want you so much. We kiss, the heat of our passion spilling over with each touch of our lips. "Downstairs." I say, pulling away from you and taking you down to the basement. You follow willingly, your hand in mine, no need to speak. As we enter the basement, I lead you back to where it all began. You smile as you see the rope dangling from the ceiling, and you know what is to come. At least you think you know. You go to speak, but I bring a finger to your lips. "No talking." You kiss my finger and nod, submitting to my demand. I lift your shirt over your head and together we remove your bra. Gently I begin to kiss your breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth, my hands rubbing your back, caressing your beautiful skin. Soon the rest of your clothes are removed, and you stand before me completely naked. You reach for my shirt, intending of removing it, but I pull your hands away. For now, you are the only one to be exposed. I reach over and grab a blindfold and bring it up and over your eyes. I kiss you as I secure it behind your head. You are feeling helpless, standing in front of me nude, unable to see. For a second I leave you to stand alone, just long enough for you to feel nervous, and then I touch you again, moving my hands over your body. I lead you to the rope, and begin to secure your hands again, just like before. I raise them above your head, fastening the rope tightly, making sure that you cannot move very far. You stand there, your hands high above your head, unable to see, you body exposed. Helpless. Trusting me completely. I kiss you again, moving my lips over your neck and to your ear. I begin to whisper softly, "You are so beautiful. I am going to please you so much tonight. You are completely in my control. Will you trust me?" I wait for your answer, but you don't speak. Smiling, I realize that I told you not to speak, so I order you to answer the one question, "Will you trust me completely." You voice is raspy, lustful as your simply reply, "Yes. Completely." I kiss your ear again, then whisper, "I'll be back." I pull away and softly walk towards the basement stairs. I stop and look at you. I can tell you are trying to figure out what is going on. Am I still there? Am I doing something? You suddenly feel very vulnerable. You know I wont harm you, but you are completely helpless to what is going on. You can't see. The only movement you have is to turn around, but you are unable to go far. I smile and head up the stairs. It seems like eternity, but a short time later you hear me come back into the room. You feel my hands touch your skin again. They are becoming familiar to you, and you enjoy how I touch you. You feel my lips on yours, and you quickly part your lips, inviting my tongue to explore your mouth. My hands continue to touch you, caress you, feel you. You hear me whisper, "Trust me." And then, without another word spoken, you feel another set of hands on your body. The hands are strong, the skin a little rough, and you know immediately that it is another man. You gasp, surprised and unsure of who is with me. You want to speak, want to question, but remain silent. The four hands move over your body, touching, feeling, pulling, pinching. Suddenly you feel the strangers lips on your skin, on your lower back. As he kisses you from behind, you feel my lips on your belly. You groan and the sensation, and find yourself becoming lost in the passion of the moment. I drop to my knees and begin to kiss your inner thigh, making my way to your glorious mound. Your breathing intensifies as you feel my tongue slide inside of you. You are so wet, so hot. At the same time, the stranger's tongue slides across your ass, spreading your cheeks and licking your skin. A few moments later he rises to his feet again, standing behind you, pulling in tight to you. It is at that moment that you realize that he is naked, his hard cock presses against your ass as he cups your breasts and begins to kiss your neck. You tilt your head to the side to allow him complete access your neck. While he kisses and caresses you, I devour your pussy, eating you will complete abandonment. You can't believe how good it feels, and hope that it will go on forever. "You ready?" My voice cuts through the silence and you wonder if I am speaking to you. No one says anything, but you assume that the stranger has nodded to me. You feel him moving slightly behind you, and your ass cheeks being spread apart. Suddenly you feel his hot tool slide inside your wet pussy, and you grunt and the unexpected sensation. He is so big, and he fills you immediately. He begins to pump you from behind, his balls slapping against your ass. You can sense that I am still kneeling in front of you, but you don't know what I am doing. Then, without saying anything, you feel my tongue on your clit. You moan loudly as I continue to lick you as his cock slides deep inside of you. It is too much and a powerful orgasm overcomes you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you body as you explode over his shaft and on my tongue. After you are done, you feel me stand up and kiss your lips, your juices soaked in my goatee. "I'm going to untie you now, babe. But I want you to leave the blindfold on. The stranger who is with us is not done with you, but you will not know who it is. At least not now. Do you understand?" You want to speak, but no words come out. Finally you simply nod, exhausted at the pleasure you have just experienced. I untie your arms and you fall into my chest. I am still fully clothed, and I lead you into the other room and onto the futon ... For round two ... --- I lay you down on the futon and slowly begin to caress your skin. You are silent, waiting to be spoken to before saying anything. With the blindfold on, you are unable to see anything. You try to listen, wondering where the stranger is, but you are unable to figure out what is happening. You feel my hands on your skin, moving across your breasts and over your arms. You are able to tell my hands from the strangers, his are rougher and a little smaller than mine. As I continue to touch you, you feel the second pair of hands on your legs, his caress is not quite as gentle as mine, clearly not as loving a touch, but it still feels good. I kiss you, and you respond by opening your mouth. You try to lift your head to press tighter to me, but you are too tired to hold it up. As I kiss you, my hands move over your arms, until my hand locks into your hand. You squeeze tight, trying to tell me how turned on you are without speaking. Finally I pull away from your lips and you feel me moving beside you on the futon. I take your hands and lift them above your head again, this time with you laying down on the bed. I spread them slightly, forming a "Y" with your body, and then begin to tie them to the top of the futon. You smile as you feel your arms bound with the silk. As I finish securing your hands, you feel the stranger pull your legs apart and more silk wrap around your ankles. He fastens the rope to the bottom of the bed, forming you into a human "X". "Are you comfortable?" You hear me ask. "Yes." You feel my hand on your hip as I turn you slightly to the side, and then a hard slap on your ass cheek. You gasp at the slight sting. "You will answer correctly. I am your master, you are my slave." Your breathing is heavy as you whisper, "Yes, Sir." Your voice is deep and throaty, and you can feel yourself getting wet. "You are completely under my control. The stranger who is with us is here simply because I said he could be here. When I decide it is time for him to leave, he will leave. He will not speak. He will not answer you. You will not address him. He is simply a cock here to be a part of my plans for you. No one can hear us in this basement. No one is coming here until tomorrow. How long we go, and what we do, is completely up to me. You have no say. You will continue to speak only when addressed. And you will enjoy much pleasure. Do you understand my rules?" You are so turned on you start to nod, and then realize that isn't the correct reply, so you quickly whisper, "Yes, Sir. I understand completely, Sir." You lay still, waiting for what is to come next. Will I touch you? Will the Stranger? Will someone go inside of you? Will you have both of us at the same time? You wait, wondering, excited, anticipating. You can't believe how hot and wet you have become, and with your legs spread apart, you feel completely exposed. But nothing happens. You hear nothing. No one is touching you, no one is having their way with you. You try to control your breathing so you can hear better, but you pick up no sounds, no movement. You wonder if we are standing there watching you, pointing at you. You are fairly certain that we are not speaking to each other, because you hear no sounds, not even whispers. Are we using sign language? Are we writing out things on paper? You feel helpless. Vulnerable. Out of control. You are at our mercy, and you know it. You don't fear, because you know I will not ever harm you, but you wonder what is happening. Who is the Stranger? Is he someone who knows you? Is he someone who you will see the next day, and yet not know it? The minutes go by, and you want to speak out, to ask if anyone is around, and yet you don't want to disobey. You are unable to figure out how long its been, but it seems so long since I've spoken to you. Finally you can't take it no longer, and you whisper, barely audible, my name. But no one answers. You pull at the ropes, but you are barely able to move your hands or your feet. More time passes. Your senses are on fire, trying to pick up something, anything. You speak again, this time a little stronger a whisper, "Are you there?" Without warning, you feel your hip turned and a hand smacks your ass again, causing you to flinch. "Why are you speaking?" you hear me say, and a sense of relief washes over your being. You don't know if you are to answer me or not, so you remain silent, half expecting another spanking for not answering. But nothing happens. "Maybe this will keep you quiet." I say, and suddenly you feel something pressing against your lips, and you realize that is is a cock. You open your mouth and it slides in, almost making you gag. You try to pull your head back a little, but the cock pulls out and then back in again. You work with the rhythm and begin to suck it, excited that the next stage has begun. You want to please, to show that you can be a good slave. As the cock slides deep into your throat and back out again, you moan softly. You love the feel of a hard cock in your mouth, and you slide your tongue over the shaft as it pumps your mouth. Suddenly you feel a tongue on your pussy, and you immediately recognize it as mine. For a second it amazes you that you can tell the difference from the Stranger approach and mine. Whether it is my caress, my kiss, or my tongue, you feel the love and tenderness. My tongue slides inside you, pressing against you, enjoying your incredible juices. You feel me move around and suddenly my hard cock slides inside of you. You almost bite down on the cock inside your mouth as you feel mine slide deep inside your body. The Stranger shifts to the side, turning your head to the right, never slowing down from fucking your mouth as I begin to pump you. I lean forward and begin to suck and play with your nipples as I fuck you hard and fast. You are in ecstasy at what is happening to you. The Stranger and I fuck you in sync, both pumping in at the same time. You try to keep the sensations separate, but they blend together. No longer can you tell the difference from the cock in your mouth and the one in your pussy. The sensations are mixed, and it feels like your entire body is being pleased. It is too much for you, and you the waves of orgasm begin to flood your insides. You groan hungrily as the cock in your mouth pumps harder. I feel you tighten around my shaft, and your hot juices increase as wave after wave of climax shakes you. Suddenly the stranger pulls out of your mouth and you take in a deep breath. As you are inhaling, you feel hot liquid blast onto your chest, and you realize that he is cumin on your body. Your raise your chest as the hot fluid falls between your breasts. As the liquid drips off your breasts, I pull out of you and move up your body and into your mouth. You can taste yourself on my shaft, and you suck hard, wanting me to cum inside of you. You suck, wanting more than anything to make me cum, and that you do. I begin to swell, and suddenly I explode inside your mouth, sending hot fluid down your throat. You swallow everything I give you, not wanting it to end. Finally I pull out and lean down and kiss you on the lips, thanking you for the pleasure. You try to speak, but are unable to say anything. You feel someone wipe the fluid off your chest, and then a blanket falls over your body. Your feet are untied, but your hands remain secure, along with the blindfold. "Rest for a bit, my love. The night is still young, but you will need your strength." You smile and feel my lips on your cheek, and then fall asleep. Happy. --- You awake with a jump, realizing that someone is sucking on your breast. For a moment you are uncertain to where you are. You try to move, but your hands are still fastened to the top of the futon. The blindfold makes it impossible for you to see what is happening. You slept so soundly, so satisfied, that it still takes you a bit of time to get your bearings. You remember: you are in my basement, tied to a bed, completely submitted to me and a Stranger. The mouth on your breast pulls at your nipple, hands caress your other breast. You have no problem telling the difference between me and the Stranger, and immediately realize that it is the Stranger who is touching you. Your first thought is to call out for me, but you quickly remember the rule: no speaking unless first spoken to. You wonder why I am not touching you, and try to listen for anything that would give you an indication to my whereabouts. You have no idea if the Stranger can tell you are trying to figure out where I am, but it seems like he doesn't care. His focus is on your breasts, and you feel him kneeling on top of you, his knees between your legs, spreading you apart. He doesn't speak, but continues to assault your breasts, it is clear he is only focused on the sex, with little concern for you. You feel him move, and suddenly he lays on top of you, pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy. You are not very wet, but it matters little to him, and he pushes against you, forcing his cock inside of you. His rough movements border on hurting you, but you say nothing, you mind still trying to figure out if I am nearby. The Stranger begins to pump, his focus on fucking you. He moves hard and fast; it is clear that he is not worried about anything but pleasing himself. You begin to wonder if I am even there, and while the Stranger assaults you, you begin to worry. Do you break the rules and speak out? Is this part of the game? Am I okay? Has the Stranger done something? Deep inside you know that everything is fine, that this is indeed a part of the plans, that I am likely close by making you think that this man is raping you. But still there is doubt. Finally you decide it's worth a spanking, and you call out my name softly, "Are you here?" No answer comes. The Stranger keeps pumping, moving even faster at the sound of your voice. You call out again, this time a little more desperate. You are met with nothing but silence. You try to move your hands, but you are bound too tight. The Stranger continues to pump and you can tell he is close to cumin. Suddenly he grunts and pulls out of you, letting lose with his load onto your belly. You feel his hot semen across your midsection and you take in a deep breath. The hot liquid feels good on your skin, and you find yourself starting to be turned on at the sense of uncertainty. "Were you worried?" You jump at the soft whisper of my voice in your ear. You realize that I am right beside you, my face inches from yours. I kiss your ear softly, reassuring you that I was kneeling right there the entire time. You smile, and suddenly find yourself incredibly turned on over what just happened. The sense of relief that I am okay and had planned this is turned into a sudden desire to please me even more. Your thoughts are interrupted by the realization that your hands are being untied from the futon frame. I pull you into a sitting position, keeping your wrists tied together in front of you. You feel someone wipe the fluid off your midsection, and then I pull you forward, causing you to drop to your knees on the floor. I lean you forward, and you realize that there is a chair in front of you. Your hands are brought up and over the back of the chair, so that you are kneeling in front of it, your belly resting on the seat of the chair. I make sure you are comfortable, whispering softly in your ear, making sure that all is well. You smile and nod, but do not answer, since I ask no questions. Suddenly you feel a hard slap across your ass, and you flinch. A second slap, and then a third. This spanking is much harder than the first two slaps you had received when you were on your back and I turned you to your side. This time each slap causes you to flinch slightly. Then, just as quickly as the spanking started, it stops. Your breathing is heavy. You know that your ass checks are likely red from the assault. "That was for calling out earlier." You hear me say from behind you. Then, you feel a soft kiss on the very spot I spanked. Gently, I kiss you, sliding my tongue across your cheek, loving the very same area. It feels amazing to you. The harshness of the spanking to the gentleness of my lips. My hands begin to rub your ass, sliding between your legs as I continue to kiss you. I slide a finger inside of you, as my mouth presses between your cheeks. I kiss your anus as I allow a second finger inside your pussy. You shift slightly on the chair, spreading your legs a little further apart as you feel my tongue press against your small hole, a third finger entering your wet cunt. I move up your back, kissing your tattoo, my chest leaning against your backside. Your skin is so soft, so amazing, and I love touching and kissing it. I position myself behind you, and slide my cock inside your wet mound, my hands moving over your back, up to your shoulders, and begin to pump you. You groan at the incredible feeling of me inside of you. I feel so different from the Stranger's cock, and the thought of having me in you so soon after him is intense. It feels so good. I reach around and take hold of your breasts, fondling them as I continue to pump you. My touch is so tender, so amazing, so perfect. I am so deep inside of you. It feels so great. You want to tell me, to say to me how you hope this night never ends, but you remain silent, obedient to my rules. I fuck you from behind until I realize I am close to cumin. Before I do, I pull out and move around the chair so that I am standing behind it, your face right in front of my hard cock. I touch your lips with my fingers and your mouth opens to take them in, but instead I offer you my cock, which you quickly accept. You begin to suck me again, loving the taste of your juices mixed with my pre-cum. As you suck, you feel me play with the knot on your blindfold, and suddenly it comes off. You blink, trying to adjust to the ability to see again. For a moment you stop sucking, and try to get used to your eyes again. You look up and see me standing in front of you, looking down into your eyes. You look so beautiful, staring at me, your mouth wrapped around my shaft. The Night I pull away from your mouth and drop to my knees. Our lips meet and we kiss passionately, our eyes locked on each other. Finally I pull my lips off your mouth and place my hands on your face. I slowly turn your face to each side, allowing you to see much of the room. You realize that the room is lit only by a few candles. You remember the Stranger and quickly look around the room to see where he is. And who he is. "He's gone. We are alone now. The rest of this night will be spent making love. What we did tonight was amazing. I loved it, and I hope you loved it. We will likely do it again some day. But now, I want you to be more than my slave, I want you to be my lover. For the rest of the night, I want to assure you that you are mine forever, and that regardless of what kind of sexual games we play, most important to me is that I love you and respect you. From this point on, you can speak freely. You are my equal. You are my lover." As I speak, I reach for your wrists and untie your hands, freeing you from the chair. I pull you to your feet and bring you into my arms, my hard cock pressing against your belly. As I turn and lower you to the futon, laying on top of you and sliding back inside of you, I hear you whisper, "I love you." We make love. The Night The night was coming soon. Even now, the last few rays were sweeping from his living room, up the walls, and disappearing from view. He hoped that tonight would be The night, but there was nothing there to suggest it would be. The plans were casual. A simple dinner, some music and talk, and then, who knew? He was nervous, and promptly berated himself for that. He had done this before, why should he be anxious now? The simple rhythms of preparing the food calmed him down. The salad was assembled in short order, red leaf and Romaine lettuce, black olives, artichoke heats, croutons, and a simple vinaigrette dressing. Red raspberry vinaigrette, to be sure, a minor indulgence but one he felt she would agree to. She had, after all, insisted this be a simple meal. She dressed carefully, but casually. This would be the night, if she had anything to do with it. They had danced around this long enough, and even if she had to throw him down, it would happen. Her hands shook slightly as she put on her necklace, a simple strand of pearls that set off the tan she had been working on. A blue silk blouse, and smooth black skirt, with matching shoes completed the look. Soft, but not easy. She examined her make-up in the mirror, and smiled. She looked great. Just a hint of the make-up, but not enough to look made up. Lipstick, and she was done. She wondered what he was thinking about, and realized it couldn't be more explosive than her own thoughts. Tonight, indeed. He lit the candles. She'd be here soon, and he wanted the effect ready for her entrance. Music they agreed on was already playing softly in the background, and the wine was chilling. It was as prepared as he could make it. The "Queer Eye Guys " would be proud. Not that he needed their approval, but the show had its moments. He walked out on the patio balcony, and watched the sky cool to a darker blue. The wind slowed with the setting of the sun, and only the occasional warm draft of air was left to remind one of the day. She knocked, and heard no answer, only the sound of music, faintly. She tried the door, and it was open. She saw him on the patio balcony, and went to join him. She slipped her arm in his, and said, "Hey Mister, buy me a drink?" He smiled, kissed her briefly on the lips, and said "Sure. What would you like?" She asked for the wine they had both learned to like, the wine now chilling in the other room. He returned with an open bottle, and two glasses. He poured one, and handed it to her by the stem, then poured himself one. "Cheers" both said. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble. I just wanted a quiet night with you." She said. "No," he replied, "No trouble at all. Baked salmon with fresh ginger, basil and lemon butter sauce, tri-colored rotini with extra virgin olive oil, and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce." "Sounds delicious." They ate quietly, enjoying the evening and the food. When it was over, he poured a brandy for each, and they sat of the sofa in front of the fireplace. He put a fresh log on the fire, and then stretched out next to her. "Charles," she said. "I want to talk to you." "I thought that was what we were doing, Jamie," he said with a slight grin. "No, I serious. We haven't, you know yet, and I haven't pushed on why. And I'm not going to now. But whatever your hang-ups have been, you better get over them now, buster, because tonight is the night." He started to grin again, but saw she was dead serious. His heart started racing, and he felt a flush flow into his face. A slight twinge in his guts. "Ok, if that is what you really want." He leaned over and kissed her quietly, and then with more intensity. He picked her up, and took her into the bedroom. He unbuttoned her blouse, and ran his hands over her back, stopping only long enough to unhook her bra. He let if fall to the floor, and he completed his tour of her back, while indulging in a long, slow kiss. He took his shirt off, and held her again, this time letting the heat from their bodies build. Her skirt and panties followed more quickly, as did his pants and other clothes. He pulled her to him, and she felt him hard against her stomach. "Well, at least he wasn't worried about being too small. That feels to be more than enough." She went back to the kiss, and ran her hands over his strong back and shoulders, then down to his firm ass. He led her to the bed, turned it down, and put her in the middle of it. He kissed her on the forehead, the bridge of the nose, in between her breasts, down to her navel, and then, by inches, went lower. He reached her freshly trimmed patch, and just breathed on it. The warmth of his breath made her jump. He kissed her once, twice three times on the hair, each time with his tongue going into it a little more. He finally pushed all the way into her slit, and found her already wet. He parted her lips with his tongue, and fucked slowly into her with it. She jumped even more, and felt things starting for her. He took his time, and kept going into her until he heard her breath started to get more ragged. The he moved up just the least little bit, until; he found her clit. He circled it with his tongue, coming into harder contact with it. She started to moan, not, and put her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He worked faster on her clit now, even grazing it with his teeth, and then put his finger inside her, working a twin rhythm with increasing fervor. She didn't last long, cumming with a vengeance, over his face. She bucked into his mouth, and gasped long ragged bits of breath, coming down only slowly. When she was done, he kissed her right thigh, and then went up her right side, varying only long enough to kiss and suck on both breasts, teasing the nipples, and leaving them damp. Then up to the neck, and up her right cheek, across her forehead, and the lightly on both eyelids, and down the other side of the face. Only then did he kiss her on the mouth, but made up for lost time when he got there. She hardly noticed that he had moved up on her, and had his cock lined up with her. He entered her with one long, slow stroke, filling her completely. She sighed with pleasure, and rose to meet him. His thrusts came slowly at first, then more hurried as his urgency built. She went along for the ride, and felt her pleasure rise with his. When he finally pushed her legs up hear her head, so he could get maximum penetration, she was delirious. He final thrusts were almost frantic, and her slipped over the edge into another orgasm. He came, with a strangled cry, nearly blacking out. He felt his heart pounding as hard as it ever had, and then felt himself feeling empty. He felt so good he barely noticed the slight twinge. He got a warm washcloth, and cleaned them both up and they lay back on the bed, savoring the moment. It was nearly half an hour later when he stroked her hair, and pulled her into him and he kissed her. He pulled her head over his, so she was above him, and then he pulled more of her on top of him until he was nearly under her. Then she felt his hardness, and understood what was happening. She rose above him, found him with her hand, and slowly sank onto him. She leaned forward until she felt that special angle, and then ground down into him, feeling that special tingle grow until she was bucking hard against him, exploding his delight. He rolled her over without ever leaving her, and mounted his own furious attack, holding nothing back as their bodies slipped with the light coating of sweat that covered them both. He followed her with an eruption that seemed to come from some secret deep space within him. Afterwards, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. He got up put on his robe, and gave her one he had bought for her. They went into the living room again, and curled up on the couch. "I hope you don't feel you have to go all Superman on me". She said. "Superman? What does that mean?" he asked "Some guys feel they have to go to extremes all night long, and just end up leaving you sore. You don't feel you have anything left to prove, do you? Especially after that. It was incredible." He slimed, "No, no Superman. But there are other things I'd like to do, and other places to explore." He looked at her, gauging her reaction. "Other things," she thought. "Oral, or anal also. Well, I started this, I should at least try whatever he wants to try, at least once." "Ok, but go easy." "Agreed." He kissed her neck, and pulled her heard onto his shoulder, taking a drink of the brandy. They stayed like that for the next half hour. Then his hand slipped between the folds of the robe, and found her breast. He caressed it, savoring it's fullness, and shape. He teased the nipple erect, to match his own growing arousal. She noticed the bulge growing in his lap. "Someone's feeling frisky. Ready for more?" She asked. "Yes, but this time, something different. Would you use your mouth?' "Of course. That may save me some wear and tear, too. Once you get started, you're not shy." She pulled open his robe, and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, with a long, slow motion. She teased the underside of his cock, and circled the head with her tongue. His efforts to go slow were gone. He ran his hands through her hair, and took control of her head, now thrusting deeper into her, as his need increased. His right hand pulled her robe down, and he grabbed her right breast with his right hand, while still holding her head with the other hand. Then, as she sucked even harder, his pace increased, and he sot deep into her throat. She swallowed, and kept milking the last the last few drops, until he was completely empty, and completely soft. She pulled her head from his cock, and smiled at him. "I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow, but I don't care." He smiled back, and held her close. It was so good that he could pretend the twinge hadn't gotten slightly worse. He closed his eyes, and they dozed off. An hour later, he rubbed her shoulder until she was awake. "Hungry?" He asked. "Not really. But I'll join you for a bite." They went into the kitchen. He got out a plate, and she opened the fridge and bent over looking in. Without her contacts or glasses, she needed to be closer to see. But when he turned to help her, it wasn't her eyes he noticed. It was that ass. That great, firm ass. He walked up behind her, and caressed that ass, and then flipped the robe up, so he could appreciate it without any interference. She started to get up, but he put a hand on her back, suggesting she stay where she was. His hands went to her waist, savoring the narrowness of it, and then swept over the swelling of her hips, and then down to her thighs. As his hands came up the inside of the alabaster thighs, he spread her cheeks, and saw hit tight pink hole. A finger lingered there, probing and disappearing. He pulled her up, and took her hand, leading back to the sofa, but stopped her when she went to sit down. Instead, he placed her behind the sofa, and bent her over it. "I'm not real sure about this." She said, her voice husky with both desire and fear. "Don't worry, it will be fine" he replied, kissing her on her back. "Wait here." He went into the other room, and went back behind her. He took her robe off, and his as well. The he applied lubricant to his cock, and then to her ass. He slowly worked one finger into her, not far, and very slowly. Then, he applied more lubricant, and inserted two fingers. It was so slow, and so gentle, that she hardly minded. He placed his cock at her hole, and pushed just the head in. She took a sharp breath, but found it wasn't as bad as she feared. Then he began to increase the depth of each stroke, taking more and more of her, until she felt his hair on her cheeks. "He was right", she thought, "This will be ok." As he watched his cock disappear into her depths, he started thrusting deeper, and more quickly. His hands grasped her waist, and held her firmly. Finally, his thrusts got harder and harder, his breath more ragged, and face more contorted. The explosion nearly made him pass out; he laid down on her back until his heart returned to normal. They each went to a bathroom, and cleaned up. When they were done, there was an unspoken agreement to go back to bed, and slept deeply. The morning was bright and clear. The few shards of fog had long since been burned off. He offered her eggs, but she demurred, taking just an English muffin and coffee. She kissed hi, and asked if she would him tonight. He smiled, and told her that they would just things as they come. She kissed him on the cheek, and left. He showered, a long, hot shower. He didn't worry about saving any hot water. Then he shaved, and got dressed. He put on a pair of charcoal grey slacks, and an impossibly white shirt. He started to put on a tie, then smiled, and put it back. "No need for that today." He thought. He stopped in the den, and listened to the phone message there several times; trying to make sure he understood every word. Finally satisfied, he hung it up, ready for messages. He took a card of white paper from a drawer, and wrote. His handwriting would never rise to the level of calligraphy, but it was more legible than most things he scribbled. He thought about last night. It had been perfect, at least perfect for him. He hoped it was for her, too. It was, a great night, a special night. It was The Night, and always would be. He hoped she'd understand. He walked to the patio balcony, and smelled the fresh air, and felt the wind on his face. He pulled a chair up to the edge of the wall, stepped up and onto the chair, and then the wall. Then he stepped off, into the sunshine. The police got there soon after, and sealed off the place with the thick yellow tape they are so fond of. They found the note, and told Jamie of it. Four lines, five words, on indented. Jamie, Sorry. Love always, Charles. She never got the note. Evidence. Two detectives searched the bathroom. "Detective" one called. "This guy missed the bowl. There is a spot in the floor." "One spot? That's it? He pissed sloppy, for all of one small spot? Great. That's helpful." The other growled sarcastically. "It's not that, the spot, it's red." In the den, they found the answering machine, and played it. Only one call. "Charlie, this is Doc Barnes. Will you lease answer the damn phone? It feels like malpractice to just leave you messages. Please come in Charlie, there are things we can still try, experimental therapies. Chemo, radiation. At the least, we can help with the pain. I know the cancer is Stage Four, and is an aggressive cancer, so there is no time to waste. Please Charlie, come in. Please." Then the machine shut off. The sun set slowly on the patio that afternoon, touching silent walls, silent chairs. Inside, the silence was even more complete, disrupted only by the occasional hum of the fridge switching on. Even that seemed to disappear into the void. The phone call came as a thunderbolt into that calm. "Charlie, I don't know how it happened, but I have great news! There was a mix-up at the lab, and your MRI and biopsy were confused with the person before you. Something about the shape just seemed wrong, so I checked again. The last two numbers were reversed. Charlie, your tumor is benign! It can come out as easy as you appendix. You'll be home in no time. Charlie? Charlie? Can you pick up? You're getting your life back. Charlie?" The phone message machine switched off, and the silence rolled back in. The Night The three of us were damn tired. We had a friend's birthday party to attend and it drained us. I am David, 27. I am 5'11 with an average body. Steve is my friend from my college days. He is 6'3, much muscular than me of course. The reason being he isn't as laid back as I am. He goes to the gym regularly unlike me. I watched him as he was staring at Kate's butt cleavage. Her bag had fallen down and while she was picking it up, her butt cleavage peeped. Well Kate, 24, is my girlfriend. Describing Kate is like redefining eroticism. She has a shinning brown (tanned) skin, shoulder length silky black hairs. She is a full woman. Her boobs are neither too big nor too small. Her hips are broad. She has a round and fleshy haunch which was always quite obvious whenever she wore skin hugging pants. Like she was wearing at the present. She was wearing a black skin tight pant, a red colored top. All her curves were voluptuously prominent. "Oh I am feeling so tired." Kate remarked as she sat on the couch after picking her hand bag from the floor. Three of us, Steve, Kate and I, were in my place. Martha wanted to come but she had some urgent work, thus she couldn't. Martha was Steve's girlfriend. "Well I think I can make you feel better." Steve said looking at Kate. "Like how?" Kate asked. "Whenever Martha feels tired I give her this special massage on her neck. She feels better." Kate looked at me. "What? Of course Steve is good at it. I have experienced it myself." Steve had big fleshy hands which really did magic. Last summer I had experienced it for the first time after a rugby match with friends. "You can give it a try!" I added. "Ok." Kate said. "And I gonna make strong coffee for all of us. Is that ok?" "Perfect." They said in chorus. Steve was massaging Kate's back. Over her clothes though. But he was supposed to massage her neck. I don't know when she allowed him to touch her waist? An idea flushed my mind. Steve often told me how he used to test Martha's fidelity by leaving her alone with someone. And never did she fail him. I thought, "Why don't I, for once, test Kate? I know she would never fail me either." The idea was such a sexy one that it made my blood rush on to my penis. So I decided to carry on the idea. "It will be now or never" I thought. I came out of the kitchen and announced, "Sorry guys, no coffee for the time being. I gotta go to the office for an urgent work. I will be back after couple of hours. After that, coffee." "But, all right be back soon." Kate said. I kissed her, locked the door behind and left, for nowhere. I came back from the hind door, made myself comfortable in the adjacent dark room and saw what was going on. Steve was still massaging Kate. "So how do you feel?" "Oh it's nice; you have nice pair of hands." Steve's hands were moving down, towards Kate's ass. I thought it was an illusion but they actually were. In fact the moment he touched Kate's ass cheeks over her pants, she sat up with a jerk. "I knew my Kate will never fail me!" I reminded myself. "I am so sorry Kate." Steve sounded apologetic. Kate didn't say anything. To lighten the scene may be Steve spoke up, "Well don't we have anything to drink here?" "I will just check." After few seconds Kate returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "You too?" Steve asked. "Ya, feeling thirsty." They were sipping wine when Steve asked, "Hey that's a new picture!" he pointed at a wall hanging and said. The moment Kate turned to check out the picture, he spilled the wine on his shirt. "Oh shit! I am such a mess!" He said. "Oh God, that's bad." Kate added. "You mind if I open it up." "No not at all. You can wear something of David's. Come I will show you." By then Steve had opened his shirt and his bare, shaved muscular chest was exposed. He followed her to my bedroom. While Kate was busy selecting a shirt for him, she said, "You exercise regularly?" "Ya." "It shows. You have a nice body." "Thanks. You mean I have a nice chest, do you?" I was amazed, Kate actually noticed his bare chest. "It's the same." "Same? You mean body and chest are same?" He teased her. "Whatever!" Steve came closer to Kate. "Let me help you with the shirt thing." Kate suddenly realised the entire place was deserted. And here she was with Steve who was topless in front of her. "You can wear this; I am in the main room." Saying so Kate was trying to escape the situation when her leg got caught in one of the legs of the study table kept near the closet and she fell. But what excited me was that she fell along with Steve. She was on top of him. They were on the bed. Her hairs were on Steve's face and her face rested on his chest. Before she could realize anything, he had hugged her closer. Kate looked at Steve. "You are so gorgeous Kate." Steve said and kissed her forehead. "I know that Steve but David will come to know, I can't allow that." "Allow what? I didn't say anything; I just meant that you look great. Kate realized her mistake. "By the way what if David doesn't come to know about this?" Steve added, in a seductive tone. "I didn't mean that." Kate answered. Her voice was almost a whisper. "You didn't mean what?" She didn't respond. "It's ok Kate. Martha does it. We go to swinging clubs. Don't act like a prude. Let us enjoy ourselves because we gotta a chance. We can forget about it later. Moreover you both aren't married. You can always have your options open before that." "It is not that simple Steve." "Hey I can make that simple Kate." Saying this he started caressing her hairs and forehead. "If you allow me to make it simple." He completed. Kate looked at Steve. After few seconds she, with her left hand she started to caress his chest. She lifted her face up and Steve kissed her upper lip. She responded and their lips were locked. Sitting in the adjacent room and witnessing everything I felt some wetness in my underwear. I leaked some juices of mine without even realizing it. Only thing I realized before that was my penis was at its hardest. "Will it happen at last? My fantasies of watching my sexy girlfriend Kate with another man! They making love! Kate will fail the test unlike Martha? Lust took over me and I started jerking slowly. Kate put her hands up and Steve pulled the red top out of her body. Her white bra was so tight that it hardly could cup her boobs. With one hand Steve squeezed one of her boobs and with the other he unhooked her bra. Now both were topless. Kate slowly opened his belt and unzipped him. He helped her and his pants were freed. He was wearing black underwear. It looked like he had a mountain between his legs. His penis was standing tall. He again kissed Kate and with both his hands pulled down his underwear. Kate had a look at his tool. She looked at him again, face to face, and kissed him. This time it was a wild kiss. Her tongue exploring his mouth. He responded. The kiss broke. Kate wildly kissed Steve all over his face. Then she caressed his neck with her cheeks. She pushed him down on the bed again and started kissing his chest. She was moving downwards with each kiss of hers. Finally she reached his groin. It was standing tall. She exposed his mushroom and started licking it. She didn't touch his penis with her hands. The only contact was with her lips and tongue. She was alternating her act. Once she was kissing his balls and next she was licking his penis, from bottom upwards. She again went up to his chest kissed few times, licked his nipples and came back to his penis. "You are strong Steve." She said with a seductive smile. Steve smiled back. Kate stood up suddenly. Steve sat up. They were looking at each other as if they were gonna eat themselves with their looks only. Kate unbuttoned the three buttons in front of her pants. She slowly tugged her black pant down. She was wearing a white panty inside. She was looking like a paragon of sex. She then tugged down her panty as well. Kate was standing naked in front of Steve, top to bottom and I was watching them. The thought itself further increased the length of my manhood. Steve cupped both her butt cheeks and brought her close to him. He encircled her belly button with is tongue. The warmth of his tongue seemed to initiate vibrations within her. With both his hands he cupped her boobs. He squeezed them in a slow motion. Kate's hairs were almost covering his face. She was caressing his upper back, starting from his neck. Steve placed his hands on her ass. His strength allowed him to lift her and place on the bed. He started kissing her neck. Slowly he glided downwards. Kate had started a slight moan. Steve went down, till he reached her hips. For few seconds he looked at her soft butt cheeks. Then slowly he started kissing. He used his saliva to make it more sensual. He kept kissing and caressing her butt for almost a minute or so. The moment he reached her thighs he flipped her. Her trimmed pussy was staring at him. It was wet. The hairs looked wet as well. He penetrated his tongue within her pussy. "OOHHH Steeeeeeve. Your tongue feels so warm in there." "Your pussy feels so hot darling." I am not sure she came or not but I saw Steve licking her clit for quite some time. After quite a while he started slowly moving upwards. From her pussy to belly button to her boobs to her lips. They again kissed. This time it seemed more like a desperate one. As if Kate wanted that kiss very badly. Meanwhile Kate had her legs spread wide. Steve's one hand was on her boobs, squeezing it, the other hand of his was on his penis. He glided his dick inside her pussy, very slowly. The moment it was inside he started his slow forward and backward thrusts. "You are thick Steve, you are far thicker than David. You are feeling me up completely. Oh ya that's the way slowly, fill me up fill..." The moment I heard Kate saying those words I increased my jerking speed. Kate was furiously caressing his back. He increased his speed and both started moaning in high tone together. They reached a stage where he was banging her literally. Kate cupped his ass as tightly as she could and together they came. Steve pulled out of her. Both were breathing heavily. I also came. I took a deep breathe thinking that my fantasy was over finally. When I looked at them I saw Kate getting up sitting on top of Steve, with her ass in front of his face. She took his penis and started jerking it. It almost regained its original stiffness. This time Kate was sucking it hard. She was sucking the top then the thick bottom part and with her other hand she was squeezing his balls. Meanwhile Steve was licking her butt valley. Her anus. Minutes later he cried out, "Oh Kate I gonna cum baby I gonna cum." When he couldn't take it any longer he lifted her. His strength surprised not only Kate but also me. He made her sit on all her fours and came on her butt hole. With one hand he was caressing her butt and with the other he was applying his cum on her ass. He slowly thrusted his penis in and started pumping. "Wow!" I exclaimed. They were looking so sexy in this pose, in the doggie style. Steve had a muscular body with a round shaped ass. Kate had a broad butt. They were looking like a perfect sex-couple for me. I felt my penis getting stiff again. He was pumping her ass with full force. The 'lup lup lup lup lup' sound created with his balls hitting her thighs reverberated in the room. Moments later Kate started giving backward thrusts. They were doing it in such a nice rhythm it seemed as if they had been doing this from ages! Kate was milking his penis with her butt. Finally Steve came and pulled out his tired looking penis and dropped on the bed. Kate lay on his side. Both breathing heavily and exhausted. Steve was caressing her hairs and she was moving her fingers all over his chest in a slow erotic motion. "Tell me Kate am I different from David?" "Ya." "Like how?" "You last longer than him and you are thicker." I told myself, "Enough!" I zipped my pants, came back by the same route to the main door. I looked at my watch. An hour and a half had passed. I rang the bell. Few seconds later Steve opened it. "Hi you over with your thing?" Steve asked. "Ya. Sorry I kept both of you waiting." I tried to sound normal. "It is ok dear." Kate replied. "I think I would better leave." Steve said. "What about the coffee I promised?" I said. "Next time dude." "As you wish!" "Will you drop me at my place Steve?" Kate asked. "Sure." We exchanged good byes and I watched Kate going with Steve in his car. When I retired to bed thoughts of their lovemaking started coming back. I masturbated for a while. Then something came to my mind. But I brushed the thought aside thinking, "No that can't be." The thoughts came back again and made me feel impatient. Just to check it out I tried Kate's number. After many rings she was on the line. "Oh it's yoooou David. I will...I will ...talk to you later....deaaaar...I am a bit busy...ok...please ....don't minnnd...." The line went dead. She was almost moaning and she had a sexual pitch in her voice. Then I realized my thoughts were absolutely right. Steve and Kate were making love at her place, probably they would do it for the entire night. The Night It was "the night". Brock and I had talked a few times about sex. Well, maybe more than a few. A friend of a friend, Brock knew more about me than I was totally comfortable with, including the fact that at age twenty I was still a virgin. Brock had decided he wanted to be the one to change my status. A big part of the reason for my overdue loss of virginity was that I was totally clueless when it came to guys. I was shy, so usually got overlooked. The friend who'd introduced me to Brock was the only guy I was completely comfortable with. I'd fantasized about losing my virginity to him, but it didn't seem likely to happen. Brock was a decent guy, and he was pretty hot, so I'd finally decided to go for it. The problem was telling him I'd made the decision. We had plans to go to his boss's lake house to toast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire pit. Brock's boss and his family were gone for the weekend; Brock had been staying there for a while between apartments, so he had the run of the place. It was a beautiful house; a nice place for my first time. But I wasn't sure I dared to tell Brock I wanted to. When I got to the house, he was at the fire pit, right beside the lake. I went over to him and was greeted with a hug. "You look nice," he said. I wore a white sleeveless blouse and denim shorts. "Thanks, so do you," I replied. He moved over to make room for me on the log that served as a bench. "So what do you want to do tonight besides toast marshmallows? We could go to a movie or something." "Or something," I said. He looked at me, and I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. "Are you sure?" "Not completely," I admitted. "But I think so." "We're not doing anything if you aren't completely sure. Let's do our marshmallow toasting, and after that you can let me know if we're going to have sex tonight or not." "Okay." I swallowed hard. "Um, if I do want to, are you, um, prepared?" "Yes, I have condoms. Never without them. Now, find a stick so you can have some hot dogs and marshmallows." We spent about an hour beside the fire, just enjoying hanging out together. Brock seemed pretty relaxed; I knew he'd be okay with whatever I decided. But I couldn't completely relax no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't that I had a question about whether I wanted to sleep with Brock; it was that I was afraid of how he'd react when I told him I did. Finally, the mosquitos drove us indoors. "So what do you think?" Brock asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. "I want to." "You're sure?" "Yes." He held out his hand. "Then come with me." We went into the bedroom he slept in, a small, pine-paneled room with a window looking at the lake. He sat down on the bed and patted the mattress beside him. "Have a seat." I lay on my back, my head hanging off one side of the bed and my feet off the other. "I'm comfortable," I said, more to make myself believe it than anything. "I'm sure you are. And seeing you lying there like that makes me want to do a few things to you." Brock ran his hand over my belly. "So how do you want to do this?" "I don't know. I've never done it before." He laughed. "I know that, and I know you haven't even really fooled around with anyone. You're very innocent, aren't you? How'd someone with a body like yours manage that?" "No one seemed interested, and I don't go out much." "Well, I'm interested. Very interested. Taking off our clothes would be a good place to start." My nerves kicked in, and I felt frozen to the bed. "I don't know if I can." "Well, I can't fuck you through your clothes. Tell you what." He got off the bed and grabbed a deck of cards from the nightstand. "Let's play strip poker." I grinned. "I'll win." "You win either way." He shuffled the cards and dealt. My first hand was perfect; a pair of kings and a pair of aces. I decided to try for a full house, and discarded the lone two I held. "That's all?" Brock asked. "Yep. The other cards are okay." "Hmm. Maybe I should be worried." He set down three cards and took three more. "Okay. I bet my shirt." I took a card from him and was careful to hide a smile when I saw another king. "Okay. Same here." He set down his hand. "Three queens." I put mine down. "Full house. Off with the shirt." Brock pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular chest. I almost reached out to touch him, but stopped myself. "My deal." "Go for it. And enjoy the victory; it'll be your last." On the next hand, Brock beat my three of a kind with a straight. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. "No fair," Brock said. "I'm bare chested; you're not." "You said shirt," I pointed out. "It isn't my fault you didn't think about my bra." "Well, that comes off next." "Only if you win." He won. I took off my bra, revealing the boobs that I thought were way too small. Brock didn't seem to have a problem with their size, though. "Very nice," he said. "Can't wait to see what you have on under those shorts." "You'll have to win a hand first." I won the next hand, but all Brock had left was his jeans. I blushed and stammered, and couldn't quite spit out the words I needed to. "Um, can we end the game now?" I said after a moment. "Don't dare to ask me to take off my jeans, huh?" He stood and peeled them off. Under them he wore blue boxers with a very noticeable bulge in the front. "Should I take these off too?" I blushed and nodded. Brock stepped out of the boxers and I got a good look at the first completely naked guy I'd ever seen in real life. I took a quick glance at his cock, then looked away. He laughed. "It doesn't bite, you know." "I know." But my face was warm. "You can take off your shorts, too." I wasn't sure I could, but I stood up and, facing away from him, finished undressing. No guy had ever seen me naked, and I wasn't sure I dared to see Brock's reaction. "You're beautiful," he said. "Lie down." I lay on the bed, and he lay beside me and traced my nipples with a fingertip. "Are you nervous?" he asked. "Yes." "I understand. I'll be as gentle as I can, I promise. Does this feel good?" "Yes." The touch of his finger sent shivers through me. "I'm glad. I want you to enjoy this. It's good that you chose to lose your virginity with me. Some guys would be jerks about it, but I want it to be good for you." "That's good." I wasn't sure what else to say. He kissed just below my ear, then down my neck to my breasts. I let out a whimper; why hadn't I known this would feel so good? I'd definitely been missing out! Brock smiled and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, while he continued stroking the other with his finger. A jolt shot through my pussy. "God!" I said, and immediately bit my lip. "Don't be ashamed of enjoying it," Brock said. "You're supposed to." He brought his finger down to my pussy and rubbed gently. "That's nice, isn't it?" "Yes!" "Should I do more? Do you want me to go down on you?" I had no idea. A friend, the one who'd introduced me to Brock, had told me about oral and had tried to describe how it felt for a woman. Since he was male, he hadn't had much more idea than I did about it. I wasn't sure Brock really wanted to do it, but since he'd offered and I was curious, I said, "Okay." Brock slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs. When his tongue touched my clit, I jumped. "Oh, god..." He didn't answer, just kept moving his tongue and lips over my clit and pussy. I'd masturbated; I knew what an orgasm felt like, and I knew one was definitely on its way. I forced myself not to cry out, but when I came, I couldn't help it anymore. My hips bucked and I shouted, "Oh, my god!" With a grin, Brock looked up at me. "Was that as good as you thought it would be?" "Yes. Holy shit!" He laughed. "So do you think you're ready? Take your time, and if you've changed your mind, that's okay. But I'd like to make love to you." "I want you to," I said softly. "Good." He picked up his jeans and took a condom out of the pocket. Once he had it on, he covered me with his body, looking into my eyes as he lined his cock up with my opening. "It's going to hurt," he warned me. "I'll be easy, but..." "It's supposed to hurt," I said. "It's okay." He pushed forward, and I felt the tip of his cock enter me. Then he stopped. "Damn, you're tight. This isn't going to be as easy as I thought." "Can you do it?" "Of course I can." He pulled back, then thrust hard into me. I yelped at a stinging pain. "See? I'm not even in yet. I'm sorry I hurt you." "You didn't mean to. It's going to hurt. I just hope you can get in." "I can." Gentle wasn't an option; it took several more hard thrusts before Brock finally broke through my hymen. I was crying by the time he was in. He lay still and brushed the tears from my face. "I'm sorry that was so hard," he said. "Let me know when you're ready. It feels so good to be inside you, but if it hurts too much, we can still stop." "No, I don't want to stop." I took a deep breath. "It doesn't hurt as much now." "Do you want me to keep going?" "Yeah." Pleasure was overtaking the pain. "Yes, keep going, please. It doesn't hurt anymore." I couldn't help laughing. "Oh, god, it really doesn't hurt!" Brock smiled. "Okay." Slowly he moved in and out of me. The pleasure built; it felt like the warmth in my pussy was taking over my entire body. I moaned, said things I couldn't imagine myself saying, things I couldn't remember a moment later. Throughout it, Brock's eyes stayed locked on mine, and I could have sworn I felt his pleasure along with my own. When I came, it caught me by surprise. "Fuck! Oh, god, fuck!" I cried. "That's what we're doing, all right," Brock teased. "You feel so good! Is it okay if I come?" "Yes. Oh, yes!" He picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me harder and faster until he moaned, "Fuck, yeah!" and lay still. After a moment, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back so he could take off the condom, which he tossed into the trash. He pulled me against him, and I lay my head on his chest. "Are you all right?" he asked. Tears filled my eyes, though I had no idea why. "Yes, I'm good. That was wonderful! I don't know what's wrong with me." He gently wiped away a tear with his finger. "It's normal for girls to cry their first time. Don't worry about it. Are you sore?" "A little. But it was worth it." He kissed the top of my head. "I'm glad." We lay together for a little while longer, then I looked at the clock and realized I needed to get home, since I'd borrowed my mother's car. Brock walked me to the door and gave me a cheek-peck goodbye. "Do you want to get together again?" he asked. "Yeah, I'd like that." "Good. I'll give you a call." He called a couple days later, but for various reasons, things going on in our lives, we never did manage another time together. But I've never forgotten him or how kind and gentle he was with me that night. And I can never hear any mention of strip poker without getting just a little wet. The Night It was a night I needed, a night I had craved for a long time, anonymous and debauched. Filled with hot sweaty sex, nothing more, nothing less. The night was hot and muggy, sticky but in a good way, the kind that makes you think of sweat soaked bodies moving to the rhythm of sex and god was I horny. I was sitting at my laptop idly looking at porn, slowly touching myself when I decided to go looking, hunting you might say. But hunting for something particular. I wanted to meet someone or someones, to walk in to a dark room, be stripped and taken and to give. So I cruised the chat rooms and the sites, I had no great expectations of finding exactly what I needed but I hoped I'd find something. After the usual rounds of "what are you looking for?", "where are you?" and the "got a pic?" I was near giving up. Still horny, still frustrated I was near giving up when a mail came through. It simply said I know what you are looking for, it's waiting for you. The address was close, close enough that I could walk. It wasn't yet late, just gone midnight and the dark night seemed hotter and stickier when I shut my door . The walk wouldn't take long, maybe half an hour if I took my time and even then I knew a thin sheen of slick sweat would cover me under my nylon shorts and t-shirt. Sure the night was hot but the anticipation was hotter knowing I would push open a door to a dark room filled with people looking for and doing what I longed for. I was nearing the place when I took my first (small this time) sniff of poppers from the bottle on a chain on my neck. The mail had said to wear as little as possible and I did. I almost turned back when I saw the door, I almost waited just to see if anyone else was going in, to make sure I wasn't the only one, to make sure I wasn't imagining the mail. I took a deep breath and shrugged off my fears, my concerns, in truth it wasn't that hard to do, the need for this release was nearly overwhelming. The front of my white shorts were spotted with drops of pre-cum from my cock hardening and softening while I walked. My cock and balls bulged from the tight leather cockring and the sensuous feel of the light nylon on my shaven skin and the ache I felt for release. I took a deep sniff from the bottle. The mail had said the door will be open, just push it and close it behind you, it will be dark, it will be safe and there will be many people there looking for release too. The only rule is you can't say no. I only planned on saying yes. So I pushed the door. It was dark and quiet, though I could tell here were people there, a lot of people. There was a distinct smell of men's sweat and sex. All my worries evaporated as I breathed the smell in deep and my cock started to harden. I took a step and closed the door. Almost immediately a hand wiped across the front of my shirt while another rubbed my ass through my shorts and I heard, almost felt, a low moan of approval. My shirt was lifted up and off and as I raised my arms a mouth engulfed my left nipple. The sudden shock of contact was like an electric spark running through me, I felt energised, alive and bursting with anticipation and energy. I bent to remove my runners and the hand rubbing my arse became two hands caressing me and gently pulling my shorts down. The elastic on my shorts tugged my cock down, stretching it till it broke free and smacked my stomach. I was pulled further inside and only then did I notice the noise had returned. All around me were the sounds of sex, bodies slapping against bodies, cocks driving into peoples mouths, asses being spread and licked and fucked and people cumming. I was laid down on a mattress (one of many) and my prick was swallowed. The hot wet mouth heated me up further than I could have imagined and I was on the edge of cumming when I sensed rather than felt another near my mouth. I opened my mouth and felt the head brush my lips and got my first taste of the night. I swallowed his pre-cum greedily, drinking deep and it calmed my raging need. I was ready but not desperate to cum knowing the night would last. I pulled the cock deep into me as I thrust into the willing mouth. The eroticism of it was intense. I had no idea who they were, what they looked like only that we were all there to fuck and be fucked, to suck and be sucked. I gave in to my sweat slick body. I fucked willing asses and sucked cocks, came in peoples holes and was cum in. No was never said. All too soon there was movement, murmurings that the sun would be up soon, that soon it would be time to leave. People were leaving but I was still there. I was lying on my back with a lithe, smooth guy slowly rotating on me, clenching his ass muscles around my cock buried deep in him while I tweaked his nipples, teased his long, slim, shaven cock and balls and slowly thrust deep into him. I knew the night was just about over and I wanted it to last as long as possible. He rode higher up my cock and more forcefully down, my hand clenched around him, moving over him to the same rhtym. We were both close, both sweaty and sticky from the night, the humid air and most importantly cum. Soon my thrusts matched his and he bucked harder and harder. His moans rose as we neared climax. Suddenly he rammed himself down on me, his cock bucked in my hand shooting thick ropes of sperm across my chest. I couldn't hold back and shoved one last time into him as I came deep inside him. He relaxed on top of me, rubbing his cum across both of us and sighed. The night was over but I needed more. And more of this lithe, tight ass on me. "Got to meet again." He asked if I was close by. I told him roughly where I lived, my free time. He murmured, nodded his head and took my email. "Soon, maybe." He climbed off me and with a parting tug at my now soft, used, cummy cock he left. I lay there basking in the afterglow for a minute or two, listening to the sounds of the last few moaning, cumming and moving together. Finally I pulled myself up, dragged my clothes on over my smooth body soaked in sweat and cum, mine and others and left. It was just starting to get bright when I walked out the door and down the street. I thought of looking back, fixing the place and night in my memory but I didn't. I knew it was a night I wouldn't forget and the place wasn't important. What was important was that I had used and been used, sucked and been sucked, fucked and been fucked taken and given in a night of totally anonymous sex. I was sore, tired but more alive and satiated then I ever thought possible. A week went by, then two and I started to think it might never happen again when the mail came. The address was different but the intent was the same. It was further away so I drove. Through the door there was an alcove, lit by a dim red lamp, a note said to strip, leave your clothes in the bags provided, beer and pot in the far room, no inhibitions, no is the only word not allowed. In the far room I got a beer, rolled a joint and sat on one of the few cheap chairs as I relaxed preparing for another night. A mouth encased my cock and sucked till I was fully hard, dripping pre-cum and my cock was slick with his spit. We passed the joint, smoked and walked in to the other room. Into another night of hedonism. Soon two nights became three then four. I couldn't always go but I always knew that the nights I craved wouldn't be far away. Then one night as I rested after having sucked and been fucked someone opened a refrigerator and the light cast a faint glow on the face of the guy licking the cum from my chest I looked at him. It was my neighbours kid, all of eighteen, lean and smooth, naked with a guy lapping at his ass. "We shouldn't be doing this, you're too young." "Who do you think mailed you that first night?" The door shut, the light went out just as I saw his head move to my growing cock and the licker rose up to enter him. I closed my eyes and thrust in to his mouth. We never met up except on those nights of anonymous debauchery.