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Troy

By: dalva69



So, I work with this really cute guy right? He's funny and makes me feel good. I guess he has a girlfriend who doesn't know how to treat him right. Ah, if only he would hook up with me. I would show him the attention he deserves. But, I won't tell him this. He has enough on his mind with whatever it is that is bothering him.

But man. The sexual tension between us. I mean, he just smiles at me and I get all tingly. I absolutely LOVE flirting with him. I am glad we are becoming friends. Troy seems like a really nice guy and could use someone like me in his life to lean on if he needs to. Or to use in other ways if he wants to. You know. Friends with benefits. No strings. That kinda' thing.

So one night I get a hug from him and man, I just don't wanna let him go. Not only because of who he is, but because of what he is. That hug felt so nice. It has been a really, really long time. 

And then one night, I get a real shock. He asks me if I wanna get together with him and of course I tell him ABSOLUTELY! So, we decide that the best thing to do is check into a hotel, if only for a little while. 

So we met at the hotel. I let him go in and get a room. Troy gets a room with one of those whirlpool tubs. He comes out to the parking lot to get me. All of a sudden I feel like a virgin on her very first "meaningful date". He grabbed my hand and walked me to the room. His hand felt so nice in mine. Like it was made for mine and I get a little shiver.

"What's wrong?" he asked me. 

"Nothing is wrong. I, I'm just feeling a little nervous now that this is happening. That's all." 

"Well, don't be nervous. Just be yourself. That's the way I like you." So of course I blush.

Troy opened the door and led me inside. After he closed the door, he went to the tub first thing and begans to fill it with warm water. Well, my turn to surprise him. I have brought my little "magic kit". I picked out nice musky smelling crystals to put in the water. I placed candles around the outside of the tub and lit them. He raised an eyebrow at me, but he didn't say a word. I just gave him a wicked little grin. 

Then I stood up and turned to face him completely. I closed the gap between us and helped him out of his coat. Then I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him toward me and gently caressed his lips with mine. He tried to deepen the kiss, but I pulled back. Teasing is half the fun. 

Then I took a step closer to him and put my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his. And that is when he wrapped his arms around me, squeezed me to him and lowered his head to mine. His face was a mere breath away from mine. I licked his lips then and he kissed me. Suddenly, his tongue was inside my mouth searching for mine. I gladly met his tongue with my own. So hungry for his touch and his kiss, I barely controlled myself and kept the kiss from getting too deep yet. I swirled my tongue around his, sucking on the tip of it. 

Then I couldn't control myself anymore. I wanted his tongue as deep in my mouth as I could get it. We kissed hungrily. I loved the way his arms felt around me. As I said, it has been way too long since I have been held like this.

Suddenly, I break free. Breathless, I pulled Troy's shirt over his head. And since I couldn't help myself, I tongued his left nipple and nipped at it with my teeth. Then I did the same to the right. He gave a little moan. I stepped back to him and did the same to his earlobe. Then, with my tongue and teeth, I trailed little kisses down his neck. Biting a little harder with each nibble. He moaned again. His hands reached around, rubbing my back. 

I am back to his nipples, paying special attention to the little hard peaks. Then I go lower. Kissing and licking and nibbling as I go. Next thing I know, I am kneeling before him. I swirled my tongue around and then in his belly button while I unbuttoned his jeans.

Troy grew still with anticipation. I finished unzipping his jeans and helping him step out of them while teasing his bellybutton again. Then I reached into the waistband of his boxer and ever so slooooowly, I pulled them down too. Wow, his hardening cock just popped out in front of my face. I nuzzle it. But I have to control myself. The almost forgotten tub is almost full enough.

I stood up and he kissed me deeply. Then he helped me out of my shirt, and reached around me while kissing me again, to unhook my bra. Then he paid as much attention to my nipples as I did his. It was my time to moan. Then he started kissing my neck as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He shoved them down over my hips and helped me step out of them. His eyebrows raised. My bra was black and silky, but my panties were black and lacy too. Then he knelt down and helped me out of my panties and it was his turn to nuzzle against me, but he also squeezed my butt cheeks causing me to groan. 

Then Troy stood up, took my hand, and led me to the tub. He checked the temperature and turned off the water. He helped me into the tub then turned on the jets. As the water started swirling around me, he joined me in the tub. As he stepped into the tub in front of me, I ran my hands up his thighs and reach around to squeeze his butt. His hardening cock jumped in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I licked the head of his cock, making it jump more. Then I let him sit in the tub. He knelt in between my legs, pushing me against the side of the tub. 

Water swirling, bubbles moving, the scent of musk everywhere. He leaned in to kiss me again. I cupped water in my hands and drizzled it over his shoulders. Then he sat back and did the same to me. We then "washed" each other. Rubbing hands over each other. Touching everywhere. He ran his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples as he went. And as he reached between my legs, I reached between his. As I teased and lightly squeezed his balls, he slid a finger inside my folds and I shuddered with anticipation. As I wrapped my hands around the shaft of his cock, he fingered my clit. 

"Oh, Troy." I said breathlessly. Then he slid his tongue back in my mouth and kissed me and as he did so, he slid his fingers into my wet pussy.

I moaned against his mouth as he worked his fingers in and out of my slit. I worked his cock in my hand and he returned the moan. We kept kissing and he kept working me and I kept working him until I shuddered with an orgasm and he came all over my breasts. 

As we caught our breath and he washed the cum off my breasts gently pinching my nipples as he did so, causing me to shudder again. Then he helped me out of the tub and dry off. 

After we are dry, I gave him another wicked grin and look into his eyes and I tell him, "I have another surprise for you." 

"Oh really?" he said with an evil little smile of his own. 

"Oh yeah." Then I walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. I found my "magic" bag and pulled out some oils. Troy watched me with those hungry eyes of his. 

"Come on and lay down on your stomach. I'm going to give you that massage I promised you." He obligingly laid down. I took some musky smelling oil and began to rub his shoulders. 

I worked the kinks out of his shoulders and massaged his neck as well. And when I started on his back, he let out a sigh. I worked my way down his back and stopped at his waist. Then I started at his feet and worked my way back up his legs. I massaged the back and sides of his legs until I came to his butt. And of course, again, I couldn't help myself and I laid a kiss on each of his cheeks before I massaged them. I rubbed the skin between his legs careful not to touch his sack but getting as close as I could.

"Now, turn over", my voice was husky with lust. He did as I directed. I started with his right arm and massaged it, then did the same to the left. I leaned down and kissed his neck several times with a nip here and a nibble there. I started massaging his chest, tweaking his nipples as I went. Massaged across his stomach and down until I got to his waist again. 

I turned to face his feet while on my knees. I started massaging his feet and while I did, he started to rub my pussy. By the time I got to his knees, Troy slid a finger inside my swollen labia and found my clit. I could barely concentrate by now. 

I worked my way up his thighs and as he slid his a couple fingers inside my slick pussy, I reached down and took his balls in my mouth. This caused Troy to moan and writhe. His fingers were getting wetter with my juices and the pre-cum started to flow from his hardening cock. Quickly, I pushed myself off the bed. Wow, did that startle him. 

"I have another surprise." I said. I reached into the bag and pulled out some silk ropes. First, I tied his hands to each of the posts on the headboard. Then, I made him spread his legs so I could tie them to the legs of the bed. 

Mmmmmmm. There he lay, spread-eagled before me, his hard cock in all its glory like a sacrifice to the sex gods! Wow. I knelt back on the bed and crawled up the headboard so that my breasts were hanging over his mouth. I lowered my breast so he could suck the nipple. Then I did the same with the other one. 

Then I shifted so I could kiss him. I licked his lips. First the outside, then the inside. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and kissed him deeply. I then trailed kisses down his neck, down his chest, lower, until I reached that glorious cock. I knelt between his legs and lay down. I swirled my tongue around the mushroomed head of his cock, and then I took him inside. I went down on him, taking him deep in my throat, swallowing him down as I went. I proceeded to suck him until he was straining against the ropes he was tied with.

When I stopped sucking on him, Troy let out a little sigh of disappointment until he saw that I was moving so that my wet pussy was over that cock of his. I lowered myself to that I was just moving my slit up and down over the head. Then I reached down and guided myself over him and down on him. I started moving my hips back and forth and Troy put his head back exposing his neck. Of course, I had to lean down and bite him. He strained against his ropes all the more. 

I sat up and began rocking on the wondrous cock that impaled me. "Untie me." he begged. 

"No way." I said just above a whisper. 

"Come on. At least one hand so I can squeeze your breasts." 

"I can do that for you." So I reached up and squeezed my breasts together as I continued to rock on him. I played with the nipples like he would have done. "Oh man," he moaned. "Ok then, just untie my right hand so I can play with your clit." 

So I leaned over him and he took a dangling breast in his mouth (as much as he could anyway). I untied his hand and sat up and proceeded to rock on his cock. 

He reached down and started to play with my clit. Squeezing it and rubbing it and that made me move even more. Up and down, back and forth. Before long, he was thrusting with me as much as he could while being tied. 

"Oh Troy, I'm gonna' cum." Faster and harder I moved as he continued to stroke my clit. "Oh, Oh, here goes." My pussy clamped down on his cock as I spasmed into orgasm. I tried to keep rocking because I knew he wasn't far behind me. Then he grabbed the bed sheets and let out a yell as he came inside me while I continued to squeeze around him, milking all I could get out of his cock.

After, I fell against his chest and reached up to kiss him. I untied his other arm and collapsed on the bed. I lay beside him with my head on his chest. "I'll untie you in a few minutes, but I can't move right now. Wow." 

"Yeah, wow." he chuckled. After I gained enough strength to untie his legs, I pulled the covers up over us and we cuddled.

"Mmmmmmm isn't it nice to be friends with benefits?" I asked sleepily. 

"Oh yeah." he said as he wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep.

Troy



"God, I hate him," I said to myself practically every time the thought of him entered my mind. Troy was arrogant and cruel. Of all the men who had fucked my wife since we'd gotten married eight years ago, Troy was the most insufferable. I despised him. I desperately desired to have nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, my desires carried no weight at all.

My wife, Nina, had taken up with other men right from the beginning of our marriage. After the first time or two that I caught her, she made little attempt to hide her affairs. (And I never would have caught her in the first place if she'd been really serious about hiding these things from me.) She knew I was devastated but, seeing that my devastation didn't lead to any bad consequences for her, she carried on brazenly. I think she knew that I wouldn't leave her but I'm not sure how much she cared about that, anyway.

Over the years, I'd become rather used to her just announcing that she was going out. That was it. No explanation. No excuses. She'd get herself all made up and dress in her sexiest outfits, then go out for the evening, or the night, and sometimes for the whole weekend. She'd come back in the most vile of states—her clothes in complete disarray and smelling of sex.

I made adjustments. I found things to do while she was gone. You should see the collection of pornography that I've downloaded during those long times alone. Whacking off to internet porn provided only temporary relief from my tortured images of Nina fucking these other guys, of which there were many. But temporary relief is better than no relief. So there you have it.

Strangely, I sometimes felt as if my whacking off to porn was a kind of revenge against Nina. Sort of: "Oh, yeah! Well, two can play this game!" Of course the game she was playing was fucking and sucking a lot of attractive guys. The game I was playing was fucking my hand while I looked at pictures of other men fucking hot chicks. Pathetic!

As things progressed, sometimes Nina had her men pick her up at our house and bring her back after their date. At first this was very hard for me—especially because Nina usually wasn't ready and she insisted that I answer the door and invite the guy in. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to invite into your house the guy who's going to be in your wife in a few hours? Nina would not have me be a bad host. I had to offer these men a drink and sit with them until she was ready.

And then she'd always make a grand entrance. She knew that she was really hot, especially when she dressed like a tart. How many times had I had to watch as some man's eyes lit up thinking about how wonderful it would be to undress my wife and fuck her crazy and knowing that this is precisely what he'd be doing soon? I'd lost count. Enough, though, that it had killed a part of my soul.

I felt as if I hated each and every one of these guys. What kind of man would take advantage of another man like this? What kind of man had no respect for the bonds of marriage? But when I thought hard and dispassionately about it, I knew that a lot of men would. And, in fact, I wasn't sure that I wouldn't have if given the opportunity—at least before I'd experienced this from the perspective of the cuckolded husband.

Troy was different from the beginning. And, as I got to know him better, I realized what hatred was. The other men had hurt me. I was jealous of them. And I didn't like them much. Troy, I hated.

The first time Troy came to pick Nina up, I could sense the difference. I invited him in, feeling resentful of his good looks and obvious self-confidence. He took me up on the offer of a drink and then just sat there looking superior as he sipped his bourbon. Most guys seemed at least a little uncomfortable. Some almost seemed sympathetic. Troy was unfazed by my obvious discomfort. In fact, he seemed to relish it.

He quickly became a favorite of Nina's. I think she soon started being exclusive with him (a rare thing for Nina). As their relationship developed, Nina's pattern changed—obviously at Troy's insistence. But Nina was a more-than-willing partner.

One new thing I had to deal with was having our marital bed taken over for some of their dates. The first time this happened, it seemed almost incidental. Troy and Nina came home early from one of their dates. It was about midnight. I'd just whacked off to some porn and was getting ready to go to bed. 

I was walking out of the bathroom wearing only my jockey briefs when Nina and Troy came around the corner. It's embarrassing enough to be dressed only in your underpants when your wife walks in with her lover. But then Nina said, "Sleep in the guest room tonight. Troy and I will be using the master bedroom." I sputtered but it's really impossible to appear forceful when you're standing in front of your cuckolding wife and her lover in only your whitey-tighties. So I just went into the guest room and tried to ignore the noise coming from our bedroom for the next two hours.

It was a restless night for me. I didn't sleep much. It wasn't so much the noise, which ended after a couple of hours anyway. It was the fact that I was incredibly horny. I wound up masturbating three times during the night. Each time I was envisioning Nina sucking Troy's cock or getting reamed by him in the cunt or ass. Those images got me hard, then they got me off.

The next morning, I was up and dressed when I heard the shower going. I could hear Nina and Troy talking and laughing in the shower so I moved from the living room to the kitchen to be further away. I thought about leaving the house but I decided that I wouldn't be run out of my own house by this asshole. A man has to draw the line somewhere.

About a half hour later, Nina came into the kitchen wearing Troy's shirt, unbuttoned with nothing under it, followed by Troy, who had my bathrobe around him. Sheeze! The nerve of this guy ... wearing my bathrobe!

Nina told me to pour them both coffee and, without a complaint, I found myself doing it. I guess I was a completely beaten man. She almost pushed me to my limit when she told me to cook them both breakfast, but I went along with that, too. All the while I was cooking the eggs and bacon, Nina and Troy talked intimately to each other, sometimes laughing with pleasure. I couldn't wait to get done cooking so that I could just get out of the room.

I guess both Nina and Troy liked being served by me because they began to weave this bit of humiliation into their regular pattern. The next time Troy came to the house, it wasn't to pick Nina up for a date. They were going to "spend a quiet evening at home." Yeah, my home! And I was their server.

They settled down in the family room with the drinks I'd made them and then started a porno movie that Troy had brought over while I cooked them dinner. Nina would never watch porn with me but I could hear her laughing enticingly with Troy in the family room all the while I was cooking dinner. When they'd finished their movie and come into the dining room for dinner, Nina told me to go and clean out the Jacuzzi tub and run them a nice hot bath.

That didn't take too long so I had a chance while they were finishing up dinner to go into the family room to see what movie they'd been watching. Cum-Eating Cuckolds! Shit! This guy was a flaming asshole. I switched to TV and tried to achieve some normalcy by watching the news while Troy and Nina finished eating.

When they went into the master bathroom to take their bath, though, I couldn't resist watching some of the movie. I was simultaneously revolted, disgusted, fascinated, and aroused by what I saw. The wife in the movie was openly cuckolding her husband with a much more endowed man. At the end of the first cuckolding session in the movie, she ordered her husband to lick the man's cum from her dripping cunt. And he did! I was sickened and appalled. I was also rock hard. I found myself looking forward to seeing the rest of the movie. I suspected I'd be in for a long night and, so, would be able to watch it several times if I wanted to.

"Scott!" Nina called from the bathroom. "Can you come here?" It was phrased as a request, but it was clearly an order. And I obeyed. I wasn't anxious to see Nina in the bathtub with Troy and, fortunately, I didn't have to. As soon as I'd gotten in the bedroom, she yelled to me that there was no need to come in the bathroom. All she wanted to tell me was that I needed to strip and remake the bed so that she and Troy would have clean sheets tonight.

"What kind of man would make the bed for his wife and her lover?" I wondered as I was making the bed. Well, I guess the answer was obvious: a man like me. But once it was made, I could leave the room and go back to the family room and turn the movie back on.

I started the movie over, deciding that the first scene was worth re-watching. I dithered a bit over how loud to turn the volume. On the one hand, I wanted to drown out the sounds coming from the master bedroom. But I certainly didn't want them to hear me watching Cum-Eating Cuckolds. I guess I didn't really have to worry about that, though; they were pretty engrossed in what they were doing, as I could clearly hear whenever there was a quiet part of the movie.

When I was sure Nina and Troy wouldn't be coming out of the bedroom, I gave up any pretense of just watching the movie out of curiosity. I pulled out my hard cock and stroked myself. I wasn't in any rush to cum. I knew I had all night and it was kind of nice to just keep myself hard and excited for a long time. Being really hard can make you feel a bit like a man even under circumstances that are in complete contradiction to your manhood.

I watched the movie all the way through, and then picked some selected highlights to watch. In the course of the viewing, I came twice, each time I found myself licking up my cum completely. I'd tasted my cum before. I suppose most guys have. But this time I devoured it.

In the morning, Nina and Troy made me serve them breakfast in bed. That was a little bit more of the cruelty that I hated Troy for. It is unbelievably humiliating to serve your wife and her lover breakfast in your marital bed while they exchange touches and smiles right in front of you. And the clean sheets I'd put on last night reeked of sex and showed numerous vile stains of their raucous night together.

It's pretty clear why I hated Troy more than any of Nina's other lovers. As they say on the infomercials, though, "But wait...there's more!"

One Friday Nina called me at work in the morning. She said I needed to get off work for the afternoon and meet her at home. It was important, she insisted. I made an excuse and got home by about 1:00. I was pleased to find that Nina was home alone. I'd half expected some special humiliation with Troy. As I was to find out later, that was to come. But I didn't know that yet and I breathed a sigh of relief when I found her alone.

"What's up?" I asked in all innocence. I really didn't have a clue about what was going on. It was very strange for Nina to want me to come home in the middle of the day.

"Let's take a bath," Nina said. Wow! I didn't get it at all. Why did she want to take a bath with me? We hadn't done that in ages. But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Carpe diem, I thought.

In the bathtub, Nina started asking me if I loved her—really loved her. Of course I said that I did. I started to say something like, "Do you think I'd put up with the humiliation that she and her lovers subject me to if I didn't?" But I really didn't get much of that thought out. She knew what I was thinking though. And she said something that sounded like genuine sympathy. She said, "Oh, dear. I know it must be difficult for you."

But then, she went back to asking if I loved her and I realized that this was a set-up for something she had in mind. After reassuring her that I really did love her, I let her blindfold me in the tub and promised to let her do anything she wanted to do to my body. (She promised that she wouldn't cause me any pain, though, which reassured me a little.)

She lifted up my leg and I could feel her running her soapy hands over my calves and thighs. When I realized what she was up, I jerked my leg away. 

"Stop moving or you're going to have cuts all over you," Nina cautioned. I guess my jerking had already resulted in a razor cut. I felt her touch a styptic pencil to my thigh. It stung, but I suppose it did its job and stopped the bleeding.

By the time the bath was done, Nina had shaved every bit of hair off of my body except for the hair on my head. She'd shaved my face again, to—not that I grew much of a daytime beard but she apparently wanted me as smooth as possible. She ran her hands over my body and said, "Now, doesn't that feel better?" Well, it certainly felt different, and (I guess) better in the sense that I found her touch very erotic.

Nina pulled the plug and helped me out of the tub. She positioned me in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, stood behind me, and ran her hands up and down my body, never touching my cock, but inching enticingly close to it. When she had me completely aroused and my cock was standing up more than horizontal, she lifted my blindfold.

I was amazed at how different I looked with no body hair. I hadn't seen my body without hair since I was about 12, I think. Nina was now running her fingernails lightly over my chest and abdomen, which caused my cock to remain at full staff. This meant that it was only my hairlessness that reminded me of myself at 12. My seven inches of hard meat looked even bigger than it did when it sprouted out of a bush of pubic hair. It looked nothing like a 12 year-old.

Nina had me sit down on the side of the tub and she put by blindfold back on. I didn't know what she was up to but when she started to smooth lotion all over my body, I didn't complain. It felt wonderful to have her hands caress me like that—in ways she hadn't since shortly after we'd been married. If I put a lot of our history out of my mind, I could almost imagine that we were newly-weds still, making love to each other with the sweet innocence that we once had.

The illusion was broken when she had me stand up and I felt her fitting something on my now-flaccid penis. By the time I'd pulled off the blindfold and realized what she was doing, one of those clear plastic cock cages was securely locked behind my scrotum. My complaints were met with soothing but dismissive responses that felt very condescending to me. But, like it or not, it was clear that the cock cage was not coming off until Nina wanted it to come off. She encouraged me to just relax and enjoy what she had planned for me. I couldn't relax, of course, but there wasn't much I could do to alter the course of her plans.

She led me into the bedroom and again put the blindfold on me. She had me sit down on the side of the bed, where I waited for what seemed to me like a long time. I didn't know what she was doing but while she was busy, I felt the cock cage with my hands. There was no way I was going to get out of this thing without the key and I had no idea where that was. I decided it was best not to touch myself at all because when I did, it would start to make me hard. And the pressure in the cock cage made that hurt.

I heard Nina return and then I felt her sliding something up my legs. Just from the feel, I could tell that she was putting some sort of silky panties on me.

"What are you doing?" I complained. But she told me again to just relax, reminding me that if I wanted to get the cock cage off, I should be eager to please her. She had me stand up so she could pull the panties all the way up. When she did so, she pushed my caged cock down as far as she could. I'm sure there was still an obscene bulge in my panties, but there was no way around that.

I was sort of thinking that this was as much humiliation as could affect me. Not that I didn't know that more was coming, of course. But I kind of figured that once I was denuded of my hair, locked in a cock cage, and dressed in panties, I was about as filled with humiliation as possible. You know, you can keep on pouring water into a glass but, when it's up to the rim, it will just spill out. I was wrong about having hit my limit of humiliation, though. When Nina fitted me with a bra, I felt a wave of shame wash over me.

Nina guided me to her dressing table and had me sit down at the stool. Then she left me alone again for a few minutes. When I could hear her near me again, I could also smell something that reminded me of the model glue I used to use to put together airplane models when I was a kid. Then I felt her pull one of the cups of my bra away from my chest and I felt an incredibly cold wetness on my chest. I knew what was happening; but there was nothing I could do to stop it at this point. Nina held the breast form tightly against my chest until the glue had set and, when she released her grip, I could feel the breast sagging, pulling the skin of my chest down until the breast form was securely supported by my bra. After gluing on my other "breast," I heard Nina compliment herself on her work. I couldn't see anything but I suspected that I wouldn't appreciate it as much as she did.

After fastening on a garter belt and stringing the clips down through my panties, Nina rolled stockings up my legs and clipped them to the garter belt. Then she had me stand so that she could put my dress on me. I could feel that it wasn't much of a dress. It hung just about two inches below my crotch and left the tops of my stockings uncovered. I had to suck my stomach in as much as I could for Nina to zip up my dress. When she had finished, I could only take small breaths and it felt like I had a rope tied around my waist.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart!" Now let's do something about your face. Nina made me promise to keep my eyes closed so as not to "spoil my surprise." I didn't give a shit about "my surprise" but she was holding all the cards (aka keys), and so I promised.

Nina did a lot of fussing with my face. I don't even know what all she rubbed and brushed and slathered on there. I felt her plucking my eye brows rather severely. (More hair lost!) And then she was doing things with my eyelids and my lashes. Finally, she turned me away from the mirror and told me I had to open my eyes but I could only look straight ahead.

When she had me in this position, she pulled out my upper and lower eye lids and put some sort of pencil right to the edges of my eye lids. It was all I could do to keep from blinking. But finally, she was done and I was ordered to close my eyes again.

I felt Nina fitting a wig over my head. I hadn't realized that Nina owned a wig and I thought for a minute about how strange it was that she had one to put on me. (Funny that I hadn't thought of how strange it was that she had breast forms to glue to my chest. But I guess when she stuck those things on me I was thinking about issues other than "where did she come up with these things?")

I figured that Nina must be about finished. Really, what was left to do? She turned me toward the mirror and, I guess, took one last look at her creation before telling me to open my eyes and meet Scarlet.

To say that I was stunned would be to understate the case by a rather wide margin. At first I couldn't believe that it was me. But as I moved, Scarlet moved. I soon made my peace with the fact that I'd been transformed into a very passable—and, indeed, rather attractive—fairly buxom, redheaded bombshell.

I got up and looked in the full-length mirror. Nina had dressed me in black stockings with a seam up the back and a very short French maid's dress with a cute white apron tied around it. (I hadn't even noticed her tying that around me.) The dress cinched my waist in a lot—the visual effect was as noticeable as the physical sensation. Whether from the front or the side, my waist looked appropriately delicate and feminine. And the skirt made my hips look wider than they really are.




Troy



The only thing that spoiled the look at all was that, from the side, you could see a distinct bulge in my panties that even the skirt couldn't completely hide. It was made worse by the fact that I was hardening at the sight of myself in the mirror. Of course, I couldn't get erect, but what hardening was possible inside the cock cage thrust the cage out and made the bulge bigger.

"You're going to need to learn to walk in these," Nina said walking up to me with four-inch stiletto heels. I doubted that would be possible. Surely she could start me off with something more practical! But she was a stern taskmistress and she insisted that I practice walking up and down the hallway in those impossible heels until I could do it with some semblance of grace. After I'd gotten the basic balance down, she began coaching me on how to look more feminine—not just in my walking but in how I held my head and brushed the hair from my face.

I was getting this all down pretty well when the doorbell rang. "Oh, my God!" I thought, "someone's here. I've got to get out of this stuff." That was not to be. The guest was, of course, Troy. And I had no illusions that my present state would be a surprise to him. I knew who was behind all of this (though Nina was, as always, an enthusiastic co-conspirator).

I knew it was futile but, still, I hung back in the hallway, letting Nina answer the door alone. I could hear their voices and some laughter in the entryway, but I couldn't make out the words until Nina called for me to join them. She called me by name: 'Scarlet'.

Is it possible to face something like this with even a shred of dignity? I don't know. But I resolved to try. I walked into the living room, where they had settled, with as much poise and polish as I could muster.

Troy whistled and his eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead. He was genuinely impressed. Nina had me go through some poses and walk back and forth. I tried not to pose so that the bulge in my panties was evident but it was difficult because, once again, my cock was straining at its cage.

After a bit, Nina dismissed me to get them drinks, allowing that I could get one for myself, too. I brought back three glasses and a nice bottle of Pinot Noir on a tray and poured each of us a glass. When I sat down on a chair across from the couch, I realized that Nina hadn't had me practice crossing my legs. I was a little awkward and, I think, showed more than a little beaver. But I got into position and sipped my wine silently while Nina and Troy complimented me—but even more, Nina—on my looks.

When I'd nearly finished my glass of wine, Nina told me to make dinner for the two of them in the dining room and directed me to eat in the kitchen. She had all of the dinner food laid out in the refrigerator so it was really pretty easy to do the cooking. And, since I was alone I could kick off my heels and walk more normally. Still, I found that wearing stockings and a dress had an unconscious influence on how I walked. If I'd been in jeans and tennis shoes and walked this way, my walk would look like swishing. Dressed as I was, it looked normal and feminine, even without the heels.

When I had the dining room table set, complete with a different wine for dinner and the salads at the plates, I got my heels back on and went to the living room to get Nina and Troy. I really didn't want to call them. I mean, would I use my regular voice, which would sound ridiculous coming from me in my present state, or would I try to project a female voice, which would, I was sure, would sound ridiculous, too. I motioned them toward the dining room and then went to the kitchen to get the main course ready to serve.

Troy kept stealing glances at me when I came in to clear the dishes or bring out the food. I was surprised that Nina didn't start to get jealous, but she seemed to be okay with the attention Troy was giving me. 

When I'd cleared the dinner plates, Nina told me to bring out the dessert—chocolate lava cakes—and to bring mine out too so that I could eat with them. That seemed nice, until I learned her plan. 

Nina had me stand by my plate. She walked over to me and produced a key from somewhere. Pulling up the skirt of my maid's dress, she declared that I'd been so good about making and serving dinner that I deserved a reward. She pulled my panties down to my knees and carefully unlocked my cock cage. I felt a great sense of pleasure and relief as she slid that awful contraption off my semi-soft cock. Nina laid the cock cage on the table in front of my plate and stroked my dick soothingly, saying, "There, now...doesn't that feel better?"

Of course it did. It felt much better to be out of that terrible hard plastic shell that prevented me for getting a real erection. And it felt terrific to feel Nina's soft hand stroking my now hardening cock. She continued until my cock was at full mast and I was really lost in the feeling. I hadn't forgotten that Troy was there, watching me and feeling very superior as he began eating his chocolate lava cake. But I didn't care much. It felt so good to have Nina touching me.

But then she stopped. "I'd better eat my dessert before it starts to get cold," she excused herself. "You can finish that yourself, Scarlett." At first I thought it was an invitation that I was free to decline. But when I started to sit down, Nina scolded me, telling me to finish what she had started.

I began stroking my dick, which had barely begun to soften in the break after Nina had released her grip. I was filled with humiliation. It's hard to believe that anything could increase my humiliation. But to be dressed as a slutty maid and forced to masturbate in front of your wife's lover, just for their enjoyment of your shame, was indescribably embarrassing.

Before long, though, the pleasure began to overshadow even the humiliation. Maybe the humiliation even intensified the pleasure. I don't know. When I was just about to cum, Nina told me not to waste my cum. She told me to glaze my dessert with it. I was in no position to argue—my cum was already beginning to rocket down my shaft—so I shot my cream in strings over my chocolate cake. When I'd recovered enough to look down, I realized that it had made trails over the chocolate cake, almost as if a chef had intentionally drizzled a sugar glaze over it.

I pulled up my panties, tucking my now soft penis down in them. Then, of course, Nina had me eat my dessert. As I was picking at it, she kept remarking on how wonderful dessert was and insisting that I agree that it was the best dessert I'd ever tasted. She wasn't content with my cleaning my plate with my fork. I had to lick it completely clean so that I was sure not to waste any of the "sweet cream sauce" (as she described it) because "she knew how much I loved that."

When I got up to clear the table, I was surprised to see that Nina got up too, helping me take dishes out to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Nina instructed me to pour all three of us a glass of a nice after-dinner wine. As I was doing that, she told me how proud she was of me. She said that she thought I looked beautiful—which I'm embarrassed to say caused me to flush with pride for a moment until I had a chance to reflect on it. And she said that I'd just shown what a wonderfully subservient maid I could be. She thought I deserved a reward. My "reward" turned out to be an invitation to join Nina and Troy in their bedroom tonight. (That's how she described it: 'their bedroom'!) And, as with all of the invitations I'd been receiving lately, it wasn't one that I was free to decline.

So it was that I joined my wife, and the man I hated most in all the world, in "their" bedroom. Nina treated it like it was a great adventure for me. We were, to listen to her patter, two girlfriends who were going to have a wonderful time sharing a gorgeous sexy man. She was writing the script now, and that was how it was shaping up.

When we got in the bedroom, Nina arranged us so that Troy was standing beside the bed and then she began kissing him. She tried to get me involved in that but I managed to hold back without seeming to be disobedient. But when she sank to her knees and pulled me down, I had no choice but to kneel down with her in front of Troy.

Of course, there was no doubt where this was going. In a way it was almost a relief when Nina began unzipping Troy's pants. At least we'd move past this stage where Nina was chattering on about what a treat this was for "us girls." I didn't like it much when Nina stopped what she was doing and said that because I'd been such a good girl, I should get to unwrap our present.

I managed, though, to finish unzipping Troy's pants and I reached in to fish out his hardening cock. This was the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock. In all of the cuckolding Nina had subjected me to, she'd never involved me in the activities before in a way that meant I'd actually touch one of her lovers. Hell, I'd never even engaged in the "boy play" that most kids had growing up—you know ... the sleep over where kids made up their juvenile sex games and touched each other.

It's a strange feeling touching another man's cock—I guess stranger still because of the whole situation I was in. The cock itself felt hot and the skin was remarkably soft. But the shaft underneath the skin was hardening quickly in response to my touch. In all of the times I'd touched and stroked my own cock, I'd never really noticed the texture, temperature, and tumescence of my own cock. I guess when you touch your own cock, you're mainly concentrating on the feelings your hand is causing in your cock, not the feelings your cock is causing in your hand.

Nina began urging me to "make love" to Troy's "beautiful cock." She wanted me to kiss it and lick it and take it deep in my mouth. The only way I could manage to do this was to completely dissociate myself from what I was doing. I had to try, as much as possible, to forget that I was a cuckolded, feminized husband and try to actually feel like a woman who's sucking a man's cock. And, I had to put out of my mind the fact that it was Troy's cock. I told myself that this was just a nice cock and I was a beautiful woman who loved men's cocks.

With these tricks, I could follow Nina's orders, to her great satisfaction. I got so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't even really notice that Nina had been unbuckling Troy's belt and pants. For a minute she pushed my mouth away from his cock so that she could pull his pants and underpants completely down and off his legs. When she'd gotten them down off his hips, Troy's cock sprung up like a diving board. With Nina's gentle encouragement, I took his shaft back in my mouth and continued to work it with my lips and tongue.

I tried to ignore Nina's remarks as I was doing this. She was rambling on about how much I loved it, how wonderful it felt to hold a real man's cock in my mouth, and a bunch of other stuff designed to humiliate me even more. It was bad enough that I had to do this. All of her talk just made things worse.

Troy was building up to an orgasm. I could tell. And apparently it was all going too quickly for Nina's liking. She had me stop so I could "savor" the moment more fully. Of course, this was all really about Nina savoring the moment of my embarrassment.

Nina directed me to lick Troy's balls and to suck them gently into my mouth. I did that, and for a moment I fantasized about biting one of his balls off. Not for long, though. Nina gave me other directions I had to follow. At her bidding, I lifted up his ball sack and licked behind it. Nina had me do that for several minutes as she pushed his legs ever further apart to give me good access.

"Now let me show you how to do it right, so you'll really enjoy it," Nina said as if being helpful. She moved me back so that I could watch her while she gave Troy a terrific blow job. She was pumping his shaft gently, twisting her hand as she moved it up and down his rod, and her lips were playing over his cock with enthusiasm. From time to time, I could see her tongue pushed out under his cock, giving him extra stimulation in the most sensitive spot.

"Okay," Nina said, "I've been selfish. This is yours to enjoy tonight. Now you try it just like I showed you."

For some reason I can't really articulate, it was actually easier on me to be giving Troy a blow job than watching Nina do it. I don't mean that I got jealous watching her do it. I mean, I guess I was jealous, but I'd sort of made my peace with that. It was that while I was watching, I would think too much about what was happening. When I was actually sucking Troy off, I could sort of get lost in the activity.

As I was working hard on Troy's hard-on, Nina would sometimes help me pump his shaft or she'd cup his balls in her hand, telling me how much I was getting his sweet cum roiling in his balls and how much I was going to love taking his load in my sweet little mouth.

When it was clear that Troy was finally building to an orgasm, Nina surprised me by reaching under my skirt and grasping my own cock. It wasn't until she grabbed me that I realized that, despite the jack-off session I'd just been forced to perform, my own cock was flying at full staff.

I didn't have too long to think about this. Just seconds after Nina grabbed my cock, Troy grunted loudly and, putting his hands on the back of my head to control the rhythm and force of my movements, began spewing an enormous load of his juice into my mouth. With his hands holding my head, I had no choice but to swallow each jet of jism as it hit the back of my mouth.

Troy settled down and I was able to pull off of his cock and rock back on my heels. I hadn't cum but I felt as if I'd had some sort of climax. I was breathing hard and trying to regain my composure.

"While Scarlett was making love to your cock, a little problem arose," Nina said as she pulled up my skirt to show Troy my still hard cock. I flushed red and felt my heart pounding. This entire evening was debasing beyond description. But to have Troy think that I actually got off on dressing like a woman and, at my wife's direction, being his private cock whore was just too much.

"We'll have to take care of this, Troy. You'll have to excuse us girls while we freshen up in the bathroom." And, with that, Nina led me to the bathroom. I found myself a little unsteady on my high heels. I guess getting up quickly sort of threw off my balance.

When we got to the bathroom, Nina positioned me in front of the vanity. She raised up my skirt and had me hold the skirt up as high as it would go, exposing my crotch in front of the mirror. Nina pulled my panties all the way off. My dick wasn't completely hard any more. It was full, but kind of soft. That changed quickly as Nina stood back up and wrapped her sweet smooth hand around my dick and began stroking me.

This was a very strange experience. In the mirror, I saw two very sexy women, except that one of them had a cock that the other was stroking. I could sort of feel like a woman except that my dick was completely hard and responding to Nina's practiced touch. I decided that I needed to feel like a man for a minute after what I'd been forced to do so I closed my eyes and just imagined that a beautiful woman was giving me a terrific hand job. That was true, of course, but if I opened my eyes, I saw lots of other things that were true and I just didn't want to think about right now.

I did open my eyes, though, right at the point when my orgasm was inevitable. I watched as Nina milked thread after thread of white cream from my cock. It sprayed across the vanity top as I had an incredibly intense orgasm. Looking down on it as I finished, I was amazed at the quantity. Where did all that come from when I'd just shot my load less than an hour ago?

"Now you've made a big mess there, Scarlett," Nina said with mock concern. "I didn't know that you were the kind of girl that squirted. You'll have to clean that up, honey." Nina began pressing my head down toward the counter top. I was too tired to resist and, besides, I didn't have much of a track record resisting Nina's demands.

So I was bent over from the waist, carefully licking my cum from the counter. All of a sudden, I felt my skirt being lifted up from the rear. Nina was also pressing down hard on my back with her elbow, putting a lot of her weight on her arm. I had to brace myself on the counter to keep from my face from being pushed into what was left of my semen.

I didn't know what was happening until I felt something being pressed into my ass. I tried to pull away—more from instinct than as a carefully considered strategy—but I couldn't do it. Whatever Nina was shoving up my ass was narrow. It didn't hurt. It was just humiliating to be treated like her toy.

It didn't take long for me to figure out what Nina was doing to me. She was using some sort of device to fill my rectum with lubricant. I could feel some of it leak out past the nozzle and drip down the insides of my thighs. This didn't hurt, of course, but it filled me with foreboding at what was to come.

Nina pulled out whatever she was using to inject the lube in my ass and told me to hold still for a minute. She got some tissue and carefully wiped away the excess that had leaked out, being sure to leave some lubricant spread around my anus.

"Now that we've got your awful little erection taken care of and you're all wet with excitement, let's go back and see what fun you can have with Troy." Nina smiled at her cleverness. "He's a really good fucker, as you'll soon see."

I stood up and, when I did, Nina realized that my make-up was messed and my lipstick smeared—not surprising given what I'd been doing. She insisted on freshening up my make up because, she said, "I should look my best for my boyfriend."

She fussed for a bit and then, seemingly satisfied, she led me back to the bedroom. Troy was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He came to life as we walked in. 

"Got her little 'problem' taken care of?" he asked in a way that made me blush with shame.

"We sure did," Nina responded perkily. "We just had some 'girl things' to take care of."

Troy had never taken off his shirt so Nina had him stand up. I thought she was going to finish undressing him, but she wanted me to do it because, as she said, "it was my present and I should get to finish opening it." I hated this. I was standing eye-to-eye with Troy. It's awkward unbuttoning a guy's shirt from the other side and it took me a while to do it. All the while I was working on it, I could see the superior smirk on Troy's face. Well, sure! Why shouldn't he feel superior? He knew he was about to buttfuck the guy he'd been cuckolding for months. This last humiliation completely cemented his dominance over me. He controlled my house, my wife, and now my body—already my mouth and soon my ass—for his sole pleasure.

"You know you did a pretty good job draining Troy's balls with your mouth, Scarlett. I think you might have to use all of your feminine wiles to get him ready for action again so soon. But I'm sure you can do it. And I'm here to give you some tips about how you can really drive him crazy."

And tips she gave me aplenty. Nina had me start by giving Troy a back massage. He lay on the bed and I straddled his back. Of course, this put my balls and cock right on his ass. I was afraid that the friction as I moved would give me an undesired erection. But—speaking of drained balls—Nina's work in the bathroom ensured that my dick stayed soft and impotent.

After I'd massaged Troy's back for a while, I had to kiss and lick his back, starting at his shoulders and working down. Before long, I realized that Nina wasn't going to stop the "working down" part. She insisted that I kiss and lick his ass cheeks and, finally, that I spread his ass cheeks and tongue his asshole.




Troy



The worst part of this was at the beginning, as my tongue first touched his bung hole. It was really the idea of the thing that was off-putting. Though there was a slight smell, it didn't really taste bad. After a while I sort of became used to it and I managed to rim him and ream him pretty well. Nina told me to reach up under his legs and feel whether it was getting his cock hard again. She told me that when she did this for Troy, it always got him hard, even if he'd just fucked her. (Perhaps it goes without saying that she'd never done anything like this with me. But I was past being hurt by thoughts like that.)

Troy was getting hard. In fact, he was surprisingly hard and big. While I continued tonguing his anus, I stroked his cock, too. This made him raise his hips slightly, which gave me better access to both of the objects of my attention.

When it was clear that Troy was fully aroused, Nina had me stop and pull him to a sitting position. Then, and she insisted that I look into his eyes, when I did this, she made me ask Troy if he would please fuck my ass.

I don't know whether they'd rehearsed this script but Troy toyed with me. He hemmed and hawed and said that I wasn't really his kind of girl. At Nina's instructions, I had to plead with him, telling him how much I wanted his beautiful cock in my virgin asshole and promising that I would make him feel wonderful.

Finally, Troy consented and instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. He lifted my skirt from the back, just a Nina had done in the bathroom. But he was planning to insert something a good deal larger than she had. First, though, I felt his finger toying with my ass. I could feel the lubricant begin to ooze from my ass.

"Just the way I like my women...really wet and ready for my hard cock!" He went on, "You must really want it, bitch."

Want it or not, it was going to happen. What's that they say? "When rape is inevitable, you should just lie back and enjoy it"?!? Well, he wanted me doggy-style so there was no lying back. But it was inevitable that he was going to fuck me and there was no point in fighting it.

I felt his cock press against my asshole. When he had things lined up right, I felt both hands on my hips. I was afraid for a minute that he was going to thrust into me in a single, fast motion. I'd played with toys in my ass, but nothing nearly as big as a cock—especially nothing as big as Troy's cock. I was getting ready for a very uncomfortable—maybe even extraordinarily painful—sensation. But, to my surprise, Troy didn't just ram his cock in my ass. Instead, he used his hands on my hips to carefully control the motion as he very slowly—in fact, excruciatingly slowly—pressed his rigid shaft into my virgin ass.

I'd thought that such an entry would be the best I could hope for. Now I wasn't sure. Maybe it's like getting in cold water: best to do it in one fell swoop. This slow and gentle pace made me incredibly aware of each millimeter that his cock was violating me. As he got near bottoming out in me, I almost had to fight the urge to rear back and just get it over with. Of course, I had no intention of doing something on my own initiative that Troy and Nina would interpret as wanting to get fucked by Troy. 

Once his loins were firmly against my butt cheeks and I could feel the full length of him inside me, Troy began to move in and out of me—slowly at first, but with an ever quickening pace. I put my elbows down and put my head to the sheet. When I looked down between by legs, my view was blocked by my skirt. So with one hand I pulled by skirt up. I watched as my still soft and shriveled penis and testicles swung back and forth to the rhythm Troy was setting up. They looked useless and irrelevant and I now realized why Nina had insisted in draining my balls. She wanted to make it very clear to me that there was only one dick getting pleasured in this bed now. Indeed, there was only one real man in the bed. I was a woman who just happened to have a few lumps of flesh between her legs. The only cock I was supposed to be thinking about was Troy's. And, looking at my now tiny dick flopping between my legs, I really didn't want to think about my own. So I dropped my skirt and just focused on the sensation of Troy's rod reaming my ass.

I began to move my ass to meet his thrusts. The sooner he came, the sooner this would all be over so it was in my interest not to be just an inanimate lump of flesh. Nina noticed my activity and began to verbally taunt me, though she pretended it was encouragement.

"That's it, Scarlett. Doesn't it feel terrific? I always love it when Troy fucks me in the ass." (Another thing we'd never done.) "Isn't it wonderful? He's so big and hard and don't you just love the way if fills you up?" Then she began giving me directions. "Try to squeeze his cock with your ass muscles. Do it especially hard as he pulls back—like you don't want him to pull out of you. You want his hard cock filling you forever."

For reasons other than those Nina was describing, I thought this wasn't such a bad idea. If I could milk his cock with my ass muscles, maybe he'd cum faster and this could all be over sooner.

So I worked Troy's cock with my ass muscles. I realized as I did this that it was better for me when I was actively involved. When I just knelt there, passively allowing Troy to penetrate me, I was a victim. Now I was an active participant.

Of course I knew that Nina and Troy would interpret my activity as a sign that I was enjoying what was happening. Well, let them interpret as they want. If you live your life based on how others will respond to your actions, you're certainly not a real man.

In one respect, it was pretty obvious how Troy was responding to my actions. My anal milking of his cock was driving him toward an intense orgasm. I could feel his muscles tighten as did his grip on my hips. And suddenly he roared and thrust deeply into me, holding that position as his cock erupted in my ass. I imagined enormous loads of seed filling my bowels.

Troy held perfectly still for a few moments and I used that opportunity to squeeze his cock repeatedly, drawing out whatever cream was left in his shaft. I guess this was too intense a sensation for his now very sensitive cock and he pushed away from me slowly. When we uncoupled, I felt a small stream of his juice run down on to my balls. Once again, I lifted my skirt, this time to watch Troy's cum drip off my balls onto the sheets.

I was emotionally and physically drained. I realized that causing a crashing orgasm in your partner can involve a sort of emotional climax in you, even if you don't have an orgasm. Troy had collapsed next to me on the bed and I lay down beside him, with my back nestled against his chest.

"Isn't that adorable?" Nina said in a mocking voice. But I didn't pay her any attention now. For a few minutes, I just rested and tried to make my mind a blank. I didn't feel bad, really, but I was pretty sure that if I thought much about what had just happened, I would. So a blank mind seemed desirable.

I didn't get much time to just veg. Nina told me, in no uncertain terms, that I needed to go to the guest room for the night—that she and Troy wanted to be alone now. As I pulled myself up and headed for the door, I could feel more of Troy's deposit leaking from my stretch anus.

"Wait," Nina barked. "Don't forget your panties." She bent down and picked up my panties and handed them to me gently. "A girl's got to clean up after herself. Right, Scarlett? Oh, and we'll have breakfast in bed tomorrow. Let's say about 9:00."

With that, I was dismissed. As I closed the door behind me, I could hear Nina giggling something to Troy. I couldn't hear what she said so I decided not to torture myself over it.

I went to the bathroom to undress and clean up. The first thing I needed to do, though, was to take a piss. As I sat on the toilet, holding my skirt up like I'd seen Nina do and looking down on my stocking-clad legs and at the garter belt holding them up, my mind filled with recriminations. What had I done to deserve this treatment? What the hell had become of me? I didn't have any good answers. I was distracted from thinking about them when I felt more cum oozing from my ass into the toilet.

I finished and wiped my tender asshole gently. As I flushed the toilet, I realized that, in many ways, I'd just handled the toilet needs exactly like a woman would.

Now it was time to get out of these clothes. That was all about relief. First the shoes. I'd gotten pretty skilled in walking in them and wasn't finding them too uncomfortable while I wore them but when I took them off, I felt a wave of pleasure. I realized why women complained about their feet hurting so much. Then, I untied my apron and unzipped my dress. I could finally breath normally again. It was a terrific sensation.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that I still looked like a very attractive woman. The illusion hadn't been broken yet. I lowered the toilet lid and sat down again to unhook my stockings. I rolled them down my legs carefully so as not to snag them. Then I unhooked my garter belt and dropped it with the stockings.

Now, about the bra. It clipped in the back but I'd seen Nina hook a bra in front of her and then turn it around. So, I reversed the action and took off the bra. The breast forms were another matter. The glue was holding tight. Attempts to tear them off hurt. I finally decided that it didn't make sense to take them off tonight, especially since I was sure that Nina and Troy would insist on Scarlett as their maid tomorrow morning.

It felt weird to have the breast forms glued to me and no bra on; they pulled down on my skin in an uncomfortable way. So I decided to put my bra back on. There was no harm in sleeping in my bra and, if it felt more comfortable, then that's what I should do. And, then, looking in the mirror, I didn't like the look of the bra and my breast forms with hairless dick and balls showing. So, I decided to put my panties back on. At least there was some semblance of consistency to my appearance then.

I washed my face, taking off all of the make-up, but decided to leave my wig on for the same reason I put my panties back on. Tonight, I was going to be sleeping as a woman. I was so tired, I couldn't wait to get to sleep.

When I got into bed, though, I found myself tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. Then of course, I became haunted with tonight's events. Images of my humiliation began flashing through my mind. These images kept me from sleeping. They also got me completely hard.

Sure, all the while Troy was fucking me, my penis hung there, a wilted flap of useless skin. Now, though, it was ready to party. I don't think it was just from recollecting tonight's activities, either. The silky feel of the panties against my skin, especially the underside of my cock when it began to get hard, was feeding the desire.

I wasn't going to get to sleep with this woody so I decided to take care of it. I pulled my panties down, just so that the front was behind by balls and began to stroke my cock. As I got more and more aroused, I slipped my other hand underneath me and down the back of my panties. I slid my finger between my ass cheeks and touched the still tender opening. As I jacked off, I poked my finger gently in and out of my rosebud. This brought me to an orgasm quickly. My jism shot up my abdomen and onto my bra.

After I'd recovered slightly, I managed to clean most of it up with my hand, licking it from my fingers. I decided I'd have to do a little spot washing of my bra with a hand cloth, but that could wait until tomorrow morning. I was exhausted and now felt as if I could sleep.

And sleep I did. I was startled when I awoke and saw how light it was. I saw that it was 8:30 and realized that I'd gotten myself in a time-bind. I had a lot to do before I served Nina and Troy breakfast at 9:00. I had to shower, clean up my bra, do my make-up, dress, and cook breakfast. I was going to be a busy little maid.

Over the next few months, things continued pretty much the same. Nina would date Troy once or twice during the week and spend most weekend nights with him, usually at our house. Often, they decided to do a replay, more or less, of me as the maid, satisfying Troy's needs. And these were pretty much exact replays, though Troy experimented with different positions. He took me standing up from behind and lying flat on the floor on my stomach with him pounding me from behind. He took me missionary style, too. I didn't like that because I had to look at him and I could see the smug dominance on his face.

Troy also had me ride him. Since Nina was usually careful about attending to my "needs" in the bathroom like she did that first night, this typically resulted in my limp dick flopping wildly up and down as I bounced on and off Troy's hard cock. Once, though, Nina was off her game and I got incredibly hard while I was riding Troy. Then my cock bounced up and down, but not as a limp flap of skin but as a rigid rod. Both Troy and Nina kind of liked that, too. They'd made it clear enough that I wasn't going to get off myself so they didn't worry about me forgetting my place. And they found it amusing that I got aroused by being fucked in the ass.

So, for months, with a few variations, it was really "same old, same old." But then things changed, and changed dramatically. And, surprisingly, I was the agent of the change. I may never understand why I did what I did. I certainly haven't come to any understanding of it yet.

Nina had to go out of town for a business conference for a long weekend. I'm sure she wanted Troy to go with her. (She never thought to invite me, of course.) But Troy had some sort of commitment in town that made that impossible. So, the two love-birds were going to have to spend a weekend apart. I wasn't heartbroken over this. I figured that I'd get a break from the humiliation. Maybe that would let me get some distance from the situation and, perhaps, start to put my life back together.

I took Nina to the airport Friday afternoon and was looking forward to being in charge of my own life for the weekend. I picked up Chinese—no sense cooking for myself—and ate in front of the TV. After I ate, I went into the study to download some new porn. I spent most of the evening watching a variety of genres of explicit porn. I found myself gravitating, though, to stuff that featured transvestites and transsexuals. I'd always found this stuff kind of exciting. It did, after all, break down conventional categories and startle the eye with novelty. Perhaps now, they had a special significance for me and stirred up complex and vivid emotions.

When I have a long time by myself like this, I don't like to rush myself to an orgasm. I look at things that get me hard and stroke for a while but don't work to bring myself off. It's fun to be in an aroused state for an extended period of time and, then, it's especially exciting to unleash all of that pent-up sexual tension with a crashing orgasm. That's what I was working on that Friday night.

I was really enjoying myself immensely. After a few glasses of wine, though, I needed to make a trip to the bathroom. After I'd taken a leak, when I was washing my hands at the sink, I saw in the mirror the reflection of my bra and panties that were lying over the shower rod, drying after they'd last been washed. I don't know what came over me then. Maybe it was the fact that I'd just been looking at the pictures and movies of transvestites, I don't know. But I pulled my clothes off and slipped into the panties. Then I fastened on the bra.

It was all wrong, of course. I didn't have on any make-up or my wig. And the cups of my bra hung empty on my chest. "Oh, shit!" I thought, "in for a dime, in for a dollar." I pulled off the bra and panties and started running a hot bubble bath. While it was running, I went to the bedroom to pick out some clothes. I knew I was going to go into this whole hog, but I didn't want to wear the maid's outfit. It was just too tight to be comfortable.

I found some very sexy negligee that Nina sometimes wore for Troy. I'm not much bigger than Nina so this would work. In fact, I thought, I might try on a lot of different things to see what I liked the feel of.

Back to the bath for now, though. I just soaked in the tub for a while, luxuriating in the foam and inhaling the scent of the bath soap. I felt as if this would help to get me in the mood. Before I got out, I shaved my legs (and more) to be sure that I was very smooth. It wouldn't feel right to pull sexy nylon stockings over stubbly legs.

Since I was going to make Nina's underwear drawer my private lingerie wardrobe, there was no need to limit myself to the bra and panties she had given me. I went into the bedroom and pulled out the items that I thought would look, or feel, sexiest. Before I began dressing, I needed to do some work to get into the proper persona. The wig was easy, of course. And I didn't have much trouble gluing on the breast forms. But I still struggled with the make-up. I'd had practice, of course. While Nina had always at least helped me when I'd dressed in the evenings for Troy, I'd been on my own the mornings after when I needed to dress to make and serve their breakfast. I still couldn't do it nearly as well as Nina could, but I managed to make myself passable. 

I began trying on different combinations of bras, panties, teddies, negligees, night gowns, and things I didn't know the names for. I was having so much fun that after the first few outfits, I got out the camera and tripod and began taking pictures. Of course, then I needed to get back into the first few outfits I'd tried on to get pictures of those.

Before I knew it, I'd spent nearly three hours dressing, undressing, and posing in Nina's things. Of course, I was frequently aroused and took lots of pictures with my cock sticking rigidly out of pink lacey panties or blue silky panties or lavender translucent panties. Sometimes my erection would recede and I'd take a picture with my penis tucked so far back that you couldn't tell that I had a package. Sometimes I'd take a picture with my limp cock and balls hanging out the side of a skimpy bikini panty. I tried about every variation and every pose I could think of.

Finally, when I decided it was time to move on to getting relief, I set the camera up to take video and aimed it at the bed. I was wearing a short, powder blue negligee with slightly darker blue bra and panties. I started the camera and lay down on the bed.

My aim was to do something quite different from just whacking off. My aim was to make love to myself. So I began very slowly. I ran my fingers gently over my body. I felt my fingertips drag across my abdomen, under my nightie. I licked my fingers and slipped them down in my bra, pretending that I could feel myself playing with my nipples. And then I slipped my finger down into my panties and played with my dick.

Then I realized that I hadn't planned very well. Something was missing and I set about to change that. I had to pause the camera while I went to the bathroom and found the douche bottle that Nina had been using lubricate my ass. I filled it with lube and squirted enough into my ass to get me well lubricated.

I picked a nicely sized dildo out of Nina's stash—not the biggest, I couldn't take that, but a good-sized one—about the size of Troy's cock, I realized as I held it in my hand. It was a realistic one, with a nicely shaped helmet, veins, and even a set of balls at the base.

Turning the camera back on, I lay down again. I played with the fake cock with my hands. Then I licked it and sucked on it like it was a real cock. Finally, I pulled off my panties, lifted up my knees and spread my thighs. I decided to try to talk in a reasonable facsimile of a female voice. I things like, "be gentle," and "you're so big; go slowly." And I eased that cock gently into my yearning asshole.




Troy &Tammy



One Friday night, about 11 o'clock Troy received a phone call from his friend Tammy asking him to come get her. She sounded upset so he went to get her right away. Troy and Tammy had known each other since the third grade and were always there for each other throughout the years. Even now, in the middle of the night, Tammy knew she could depend on Troy to take care of her if she needed help. So she waited for him to show up and then he took her back home.

In the car Tammy was to the point of crying. Troy "Are you hurt? What happened at Michelle's?" Tammy had went to Michelle's party with her new boyfriend Sam and had only been there about an two hours when she called Troy. He knew this because he had been invited to the party also but didn't care for Michelle too much- she was a slut, she was a very hot slut, but still bad news for him to get involved with her.

Tammy was more mad and embarrassed than hurt, she replied "That bastard, Sam, was feeling all over Michelle. The whore practically mounted him right there on the couch!" Tammy rolled down the window and threw two packs of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small sandwich bag with suspicious chopped up green leaves in it out the window as Troy drove. She then continued, "That was Sam's shit. When I confronted him about feeling her up, the bastard had the nerve to raise Michelle's shirt- 'how can I say no to these titties? If you had big ones like these I'd grab yours more.' He said that in front of the whole room! I just stormed out. I was so embarrassed."

The rest of the drive went along rather quietly, except for the sound of the Pink Floyd tape Troy always had in the car. By the time the two of them pulled up at Tammy's duplex apartment she seemed considerably more calm. The two of them went inside and into Tammy's room where Troy sat on the bed as Tammy unloaded her purse in the top dresser drawer and then proceeded to get comfortable. She was irritated again as she undressed, "I can't believe him. What a sorry sonofabitch!" She paused in her search for a loose T-shirt, turning towards Troy, "What the hell did I see in him? I can't believe him!"

Troy said nothing, but couldn't help but notice the way that Tammy's b-cups were threatening to overpower her bra as she stood there with her arms thrown out to her sides. But then again, Troy knew that Tammy had a nice body, she often changed in front of him or walked around his or her house in next to nothing without thinking anything of it. He kind of liked it.

Tammy returned to her search, finding the shirt she was looking for walked over and dropped it on the bed and shrugged out of her bra. She cupped her breasts looking down at them as if inspecting them. The nipples stiffened at her touch as they always did, poking out into little hard pleasure buttons. Troy noticed to, though he tried not to be obvious about it. She turned towards him again, releasing her breasts to let them fall heavy against her, "I mean, look at these! Aren't they pretty? Aren't they big enough for most men? I mean, would you like to suck a pair of tits like these?" Tammy was upset and venting her frustrations, but was snapped out of her fuming momentarily by Troy's soft response, "If you wanted me to."

Tammy smiled, suddenly embarrassed at the putting poor Troy in that position, "You know what I mean." She went back to her dresser and began looking for a pair of shorts. When she found the pair that went with the shirt she selected she took it to the bed and then stripped down bare beside the bed. She took her dirty clothes and put them in the closet across the room. For the first time in her life, she noticed that Troy had noticed her body. He was trying not to notice but he had. Tammy laughed inwardly, she had never considered what being naked around him all of these years may have been doing to him. She slipped on the shirt and then began pulling the shorts up when she noticed that the seam was split on the side. Dropping them to the floor she went for another pair, that just happened to be in a lower drawer. Tammy flet herself begin to get wet between the legs at the thought that Troy might be admiring her body. It felt so good to know that a man found her body exciting, especially after what had happened at Michelle's.

When Tammy partially bent over to get into the lower dresser drawer, Troy had a few seconds of seeing not just the tan round butt he had lately come to admire more and more, but also a glimpse at her smooth shaven pussy lips also. He didn't know why he tortured himself so much, his dick had already hardened at the close-up sight of her also tanned firm titties. He forced himself to look away just before she turned back around with another pair of shorts.

Oh my... Tammy thought as she turned back around and looked to see if he had a bulge in his pants. Troy had a full erection there wasn't any doubt about that. This made her want to reconsider wearing her shorts without any panties for fear of a wet spot soon soaking through the crotch. But judging by the heat that was already building between her legs it wouldn't matter if she had on two pairs of panties. She slipped on the shorts near the dresser and went for a different shirt so she wouldn't have to be near him and the bed too. As she slipped a shirt down over her breasts, she shuddered as the fabric rubbed across her nipples. Oh, hell.. she thought.

Troy shifted uncomfortably on the bed, wanting to make some excuse to go to another room but not daring to get up for fear that his dick might be poking out of the top of his jeans. Troy was 'blessed' with dick that often did that when he was really aroused. He had never bothered to measure it, and actually hadn't gotten the chance to use it much in his 20 years, except to stroke it to porno movies and hot magazine stories. That was about the extent of his sex life. He was kind of embarrassed about it. The stupid thing would pop up at odd times and needed only the firm press of a woman's body to activate it. There were a number of times while riding the subway during especially busy times that women had noticed the erection pressed up against their belly or backside. Troy always tried to look at the ceiling, avoiding their gaze as they looked down and then up at his face. He would mumble an apology each time. This had happened over three dozen times since he began riding the subway the summer before. Some of the women acted appalled and moved away, but most of them actually seemed flattered and giggled at his embarrassment. One woman discretely reached into his pants from underneath his shirt to grab hold of it. Troy's head snapped down to look at the woman. She was probably in her early 40's, a little chunky, but was pretty in the face and stacked up top. She whispered to him 'would you like to get off with me at the next stop?' How could he refuse such an open invitation as that?

That subway stop started as a hot fuck in a bathroom stall and ended up several months later with Troy picking himself up off of the highway with bruised ribs and a slight concussion. It seems that the woman neglected to tell him about her jealous husband.

Tammy left the room and went to get a couple of beers for the two of them but thought better of it and grabbed sodas instead. When she returned to her room Troy was staring off into space. His erection was very visible still and Tammy forced herself to look away. She called out to him once, then twice, and finally had to approach and tap his shoulder to get his attention.

Troy jumped at the abrupt reality reminder. Tammy was tapping him on the shoulder, he spun to look at her and found himself facing the beginnings of her cleavage in her slightly sagging shirt. He took the soda she offered, but noticed a musky scent from her being near him. He wondered if it was her perfume at first but it seemed too raw and arousing. His gaze trailed down her shirt to her crotch where he saw the beginnings of a wet spot forming. Oh shit... he thought. What do I do? I'm dying to touch her and I think she's aroused but what if I'm wrong? He stood abruptly and walked a couple of steps away opening the soda and taking a long drink.

Tammy could feel the sexual tension in the air between them, and nearly gasped when Troy stood up and she saw that the line of his erection extended all the way to where his club shirt draped just past his beltline. She was seeing Troy as a man for the first time. What a shame that all of these years the two of them had been oblivious to each other. Should I make the first move? She thought to herself as he tipped back the soda can and drank. She opened up her can and took a sip, unsure of whether or not to follow the desire that was building up or to simply wait until he left and pleasure herself alone. She thought of how often she masturbated. She loved to do it. She often passed the time on her days off laying around the house naked, fingering her pussy and even her ass, bringing herself off over and over. But would that be enough?

Troy felt like he was going to die if he didn't get home and get out of his pants. They suddenly felt very tight and he knew why. Tammy was beautiful, she had always been attractive to him, but this was the first time he had ever been around her when she may have been aroused. After finishing the soda he made a decision, he wouldn't risk their close relationship by making a move that could be wrong, "Hey, thanks for the soda, but it's getting late and we should both probably get some sleep." He started for the door and Tammy followed him to the apartment door.

Tammy watched as Troy got in his car and started it up torn as to what she should do, then she made a decision, she couldn't let this chance go without acting on it. What if he was the one? Right under her nose for all of these years? She went to his window, and when he rolled it down, thrust her head inside and kissed him. Breathlessly she spoke, "Don't leave. Stay with me tonight." She kissed him again, and he kissed her back fully.

The two of them kissed again and again until he turned off the engine and got out of the car. Troy got out of the car and took Tammy in his arms, following her as she backed up until she was backed up against the front fender of the car. They kissed the whole way there, and with a gentle assistance Tammy hopped up onto the edge of the car. Her hand went to Troys pants and quickly released his erection. Taking it in her hands she reached her other hand down and tugged the soaked crotch of her shorts out of the way and guided the tip of his meat to her pussy.

Troy's hands helped raise Tammys hips up as she moved up and then sank down onto his dick. Both of them moaned aloud as he entered her fully. She continued to moan as he began to pull back and push forward slowly, filling her pussy up, stretching her each time. Her hands moved up to flip up the front of her shirt, "Suck my nipples. I want you to suck my nipples." She added emphasis on the word 'want' and was pleased when he responded by taking the nipple of the left breast that she offered in between his lips and gently sucked on it.

She was being fucked in her front yard and she only cared about having Troy cum inside her pussy. She thought about Michelle and Sam, and hoped the two of them enjoyed each other because there wasn't anyway that she was going to give up Troy. The orgasm hit her almost without warning as Troy suddenly swelled up even thicker and began to flood her insides with his hot cum. Tammy flew into a hazy euphoria as her own trail of little orgasms began and built up to a waterfall of her own juices. She grasped Troy and bucked hard against him until she nearly collapsed after she had came all over his hard dick. She found herself wrapped up in his arms.

Troy held onto Tammy as he felt wetness like he'd never known flow across his dick. He felt about fifty contractions around the length of his dick as she buried him all the way to the hilt up inside her and began to jerk against him. He held her up as she went limp in his arms.

Shortly afterwards the two of them looked around for the first time hoping that there wasn't anyone else around. Tammy was thankful that she lived in such an out of the way place. There didn't seem to be anyone around but that didn't mean that no one hadn't seen them from their windows. They decided it would be better to go back into the house before someone called the cops. The two of them were just getting started on a relation ship that had been right there waiting to happen for over a decade. They would have to explore each other again, and again.



Troy Story



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

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"We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day.

He asked, "I don't suppose you've been camping up there, have you?"

I shook my head, more interested in why the waitress was faffing around with the till instead of pouring our drinks. I'd been gagging for a coffee since before I'd been pulled out of Matt Strickson's godawful presentation.

"It's spectacular," the teacher went on. "An ideal place to take a beginner's group under normal circumstances. Unfortunately, these weren't normal circumstances."

I turned towards him. "How do you mean?"

"It was February half term and the weather caught us out. The forecast had been for light snow and so we'd headed out over open country, two of us instructors and a group of lads -- very remote and exposed. What we didn't know was that a storm had changed course unexpectedly and by late-afternoon we had to put the tents up as best we could in blizzards and battering winds.

"It was impossible to get our bearings and would have been extremely unwise to have tried to move away from our spot, so we just dug in and held on tight, waiting for the storm to subside. For three days and nights, the weather was ferocious and we were stuck fast -- even our mobiles couldn't get a signal the snow was so heavy.

"It was on one of those nights -- very late, long after the lads had turned in -- that it happened."

I nodded before turning again to see what the waitress was up to. She seemed to be trying to change the till roll. We were her only customers and that was her priority, was it? Changing the till roll; completely ignoring the pot of coffee sitting on the machine waiting to be poured.

"I'd hiked with Justin many times -- we were pretty good mates. We weren't too worried about what to do -- we knew the drill inside out. We had enough gas and we knew the storm would blow itself out long before the food ran out. The trouble was that we were bored as hell being stuck together for so long with only the wind howling round our tents and the empty, disorientating whiteness beyond.

"He and I had played around a bit together before that trip. It's not uncommon for guys to couple up from time to time when they're sleeping together in such close confines each night. Did you know that?"

I shook my head. "No. No, I didn't, actually."

She was making a complete pig's ear of changing the till roll. Now she was hunting around under the desk for something -- probably the instruction manual for the till. The coffee was just sitting there, stewing.

"Well, it's not like it's widespread or anything. But at the same time, it's not unusual. It's certainly not something that gets spoken about -- it's usually, at most, just a discreet fondling of each other's hard-ons under the cover of the sleeping bags after lights out."

I nodded, appreciating his openness. He obviously felt that, since I'd described my own intimate experience with Guy so frankly to him, he was able to speak to me with the same familiarity. 

"I've never really thought about it," I admitted, "but I suppose it's not unexpected. I mean, the two of you have the same needs, and it would get pretty frustrating on long trips otherwise."

He smiled. "Exactly."

Then he looked around, "Where the hell is that coffee?"

"I think she was punching our order into the till and managed to break it." Now she had the back off it and was poking around in its electronic innards as if she had the slightest idea of what she was doing.

"Excuse me!" he called over to her. "Do you think we could have our coffee?"

She looked over at us and giggled. "Ooh, I'd forgotten all about that!"

She grabbed two cups from the shelf and proceeded to fill them. I was pleased that Troy was more forthright in such situations than me. I was so polite we would still have been sitting waiting come closing time.

He turned back to me, lowering the volume of his voice to prevent her from overhearing him. "Well, Justin and I had fooled around a bit together like that for a few years. Mainly just jacking each other off when we both felt horny."

I nodded, seeing for the first time something appealing about camping.

"How does that work?" I asked. "I mean, how do you let each other know that you want to... well... 'fool around a bit', as you put it?"

"Guys need to masturbate," he shrugged. "No matter who you're hiking with, some nights you're gonna hear your mate's hand thumping against his sleeping bag or feel the rhythm of him next to you when you're trying to get to sleep. Some men try to be discreet about it; others just lie there and whack themselves off without making any bones about what they're doing.

"It's pretty much bound to happen when you're with another bloke day and night. Sometimes you'll see each other taking a dump; at others you'll hear each other tossing off. It's not pleasant, but it's going to happen."

"I get that," I cut in. "I just don't get how you end up rubbing each other."

It seemed to me quite a big leap from overhearing each other jerking off privately to unzipping both your sleeping bags and pumping away at each other's erections like a couple of horny adolescents.

"Well, it just kind of happens. In Justin's case, he was very upfront about his need for regular release. He needed to masturbate pretty much every night -- no matter what circumstances we were in and how precarious things might be. We could be perched halfway up a cliff in the middle of a hurricane and Justin would end the day with a wank! I guess he had a high sex drive and, when he was away from his missus, beating himself off was his only way of controlling it."

I chuckled. "I can relate to that."

"Obviously I needed relief too from time to time," he went on, "so some nights I'd join him. It wasn't like it was prearranged or anything -- neither of us said a word about it... in my experience, guys never do. But some nights, while his fist was making little thud-thud noises under his sleeping bag, I'd join in. And we'd lie there doing it together, faster and faster, until we both came... gasping... one after the other."

Yeah, I thought. I kind of know how it works.

"Then one night -- I forget where we were -- we were jerking off together like that in the darkness when Justin unzipped his bag a bit, reached into mine to grab my free wrist and moved my hand across right onto his hard-on. I was pretty surprised but I wrapped my fingers around him and did my best to wank him, just like I was doing to myself."

"Weren't you a bit disgusted?" I asked, remembering how I had felt many years earlier when my ex-wife's friend's husband had grabbed my own hand and put it on his wrinkled scrotum. "You know, to have your hand on another man like that?"

"No, not at all," he laughed. "I just figured he needed a bit of extra help that night and I didn't mind providing it. As I said, it's not that unusual for guys to want a bit of company from each other on a long hike, so it didn't seem weird that he'd want me to do that for him."

"But it must have felt odd, masturbating another man?"

"I suppose so -- a bit. But jerking two dicks isn't so different from jerking one -- you kind of get into the same rhythm on the two of you. I'll admit that Justin's erection felt very different to mine. Kind of shorter but much thicker -- quite a handful, actually. I think, because of our differences, I probably wasn't doing it very well -- it was my left hand too, remember -- but he seemed glad to have a different hand down there for a change and was groaning his gratification as I rubbed him."

He stopped talking as the waitress brought our coffees over on a little tray with a jug of milk and some sachets of sugar.

"Oh God, I can't remember -- did you order food?" she asked and then giggled, "Sorry, I'm just having one of those days. It's been like Picadilly Circus in here."

I glanced around, wondering if there were perhaps customers I hadn't seen lurking among the furniture, but the place was empty and showed no signs that it had been otherwise in some considerable time.

We optimistically repeated our food order, although I felt it was unlikely that anything remotely edible would ever materialise, and she trundled back off to the counter. Suddenly she turned back to us and asked, with another giggle, "I don't suppose either of you happen to know anything about how to fix tills, do you?"

We both shook our heads, and Troy muttered apologetically to me that perhaps this place had changed owners since he'd last been in.

After adding milk to our coffees, Troy went on with his story.

"It felt weird to feel him cum on my wrist -- to have his warm wetness pumping all over my hand. But apart from that -- and the yuckiness of cleaning up afterwards -- I didn't think much of it, to be honest. I certainly didn't think of it as being in any way 'gay'."

"I don't see that it was," I agreed, taking a sip of my drink which tasted unexpectedly pleasant. "It was just one friend helping out another. What's wrong with that?"

"Well, the next night," Troy went on with a nod, "or whenever it was that I next felt too horny to sleep, Justin unzipped my sleeping back and returned the favour. I hadn't asked him to -- as I said, we never spoke about it at all -- but he must have heard me quietly stroking myself and felt obliged to pay me back for what I'd done to him."

"He wanked you both off together?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded, "just like I had with him. And it felt good -- surprisingly good, actually. Having someone else masturbating you -- a different hand, touching you and squeezing you in ways you don't expect it to -- feels infinitely better than your own. I could almost imagine it was a woman stroking me... my wife. Of course, the sound of Justin's hand thumping away at himself under his own sleeping bag made it impossible to completely forget that it was another bloke right there next to me.

"I don't know if he felt disgusted by having my stuff squirting all over his hand, but if he did he didn't let it spoil what he was doing to himself. Within seconds, he was... well --"

"On the home straight?" I suggested.

"And over the finishing line," he grinned.

"So did that become a regular thing?" I asked.

"Was it chips or salad you wanted with your baked potato?" the waitress shrieked over.

Chips with a baked potato? I almost winced.

"Definitely salad," Troy called back.

Then he went on, quieting his voice a little, "It became regular for us to help each other out, yes. It felt so much better to have someone else's hand down there... usually we'd do each other at the same time. Apart from anything, there was a practical advantage to it -- it made it quicker for us both to finish off so we could get to sleep. The more sleep you manage to get when you're on a hike, the better things tend to go."

I nodded, imagining the two of them in the tent, lying side by side with their arms reaching across one another to wank each other's cock. I thought back to the night Guy and I had masturbated together at the hotel, before he'd come over to my bed. What had most appealed to me as we'd stroked ourselves was the wonderfully sexual smell which had gradually filled the air of the room: an intensifying odour from our cocks as we jerked them -- sharp and acrid; sweat laced with testosterone. I had all but forgotten how arousing it had been until that moment but I now remembered how I had eagerly sniffed it as it had gathered in the air.

I asked Troy if he had been aroused by the same masturbatory odour when he and Justin had stroked each other's cocks in the dark.

He nodded. "A tent is pretty confined, so of course you get to smell each other up close and personal... just about as personal as it gets, to be honest. But yeah... I know what you mean about the sexy smell of two guys masturbating. It's strongly male and there's kind of a sourness to it, but there's something about which turns you on and gets your mouth watering. Justin must have found that too, because I... well... how can I put this? Let's just say I soon became aware of just how wet his mouth could feel."

I smiled and nodded at what he was alluding to. "I suppose that was rather inevitable."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Not to me. I was quite shocked when he first did it. It was black dark -- God knows where we'd pitched up -- and we were in the middle of tugging each other before we slept. Suddenly I felt this warm wetness on me, sliding up and down. At first I thought Justin must have spat on his hand, but then I felt his tongue licking at me and his teeth just lightly scraping me as he moved up and down.

"I jumped up and cried out, 'Whoa, mate! What the fuck?' but he pushed me back down and whispered that I should just enjoy it, it would be better like this."

"And I'm guessing it was?" I asked.

He grinned. "Very much so."

"Is this also pretty common between guys who climb together regularly? I mean, you said guys sometimes give each other hand jobs to help each other out -- is it normal for them to trade blow jobs too?"

He shook his head. "Some probably do, but I don't think it's 'normal', as you put it. Like I said before, such things aren't spoken about so it's difficult to know."

"Were you on hikes with other men when any of this was going on? I mean, were other guys in the tents around yours?"

He nodded and I asked, "So weren't you concerned someone would hear you? I mean a blowjob can be quite a noisy thing... all the sucking and slurping."

He chuckled and replied, "It's possible to be quite discreet about it... to work your mouth under the other guy's sleeping bag without it being too obvious what you're doing. We'd be very quiet. And if we heard someone getting out of their tents for a piss or whatever, we'd just tuck ourselves away and pretend we were sleeping."

"I assume -- when he'd finished -- that you had to return the favour?"

He nodded. "Yeah -- he didn't ask, of course, but it was kind of good manners, if you know what I mean."

I smiled, sipping at my drink.

"It wasn't actually that bad," he went on. "Have you ever given a guy a blow job?"

I nodded back, feeling inexplicably uncouth to be admitting that I was -- or at least had been -- a bloke who sucked off other men's cocks. Rimming, to me, seemed a rather noble pursuit, but it felt almost cheap to admit I was also a common cocksucker.

"Well, in that case, you know what it's like," he declared. "It doesn't taste as strong as you expect it to, and there's not a great deal of skill involved. It can be quite erotic, actually, once you get into a rhythm with your lips and tongue. The feel of it... kind of pulsating in your mouth... and oozing onto your tongue... I was surprised how arousing I found it."

"It has a certain appeal," I conceded, "but it wouldn't be something I would seek out."

"Treat the head of the penis like you would the clitoris on a woman," he advised. "It's the male equivalent so it responds in the same way. Don't be afraid to be quite rough with it and really pummel the back of the head with your tongue -- right in the fold where it splits into two."

The kitchen door swung open with a thud.

"When I said 'salad'," the waitress called through it, "I've only actually got a tomato. Is that okay?"

Troy looked irritated but nodded.

She added, as if she was offering a rare culinary treat, "I can slice it up for you, if you like?"

"Sounds delightful," he said curtly and the door swung closed again.

"So is that how you discovered rimming?" I asked. "Did your mouth head a little too far south in the dark?"

"Actually, no," he replied. "In any case, we didn't trade blowjobs that often. It would only happen occasionally when Justin was struggling to get aroused from just my hand. I'd notice that he'd be kind of semi-hard when I was masturbating him and I'd anticipate he was likely to want something more that night. On such occasions, he'd lean over and take me in his mouth -- finish me off that way -- and then I'd repay him by doing the same to him, which is obviously what he wanted."

"Did you swallow each other's semen?" I asked.

I saw him recoil a little and wondered if the question was a step too personal. But he recovered himself and leaned forward, taking a drink of his coffee before obliging me with an answer.

"We did, yes. Mainly, I think, because it was less messy. Tissues are a bit of a luxury on a hike or climb, so it seemed easier just to swallow whatever he produced. Which wasn't very much, to be honest -- I sometimes wondered how he'd managed to have so many kids. He did the same to me, sucking and swallowing everything I discharged."

I nodded, smiling a little to show him my appreciation at his frankness.

"I gather it's high in protein," I observed.

He smiled and took another drink of his coffee.

When he'd replaced his cup on the table, I asked him, "So how did you end up rimming Justin?"

"That happened on the trip up to the Pennines. The one where we ended up holed up our tents for three nights. It was boring being cooped up together, but at the same time it was hugely stressful. The tension of not knowing when the storm was going to break, of trying to think of things we could do to keep the lads from getting on each other's nerves... of just being trapped like that in the middle of nowhere barely able to get from tent to tent without getting disorientated by the blizzards.

"I think it was the building sense of uncertainly that did it. One night I found, like Justin had before me, that a hand job wasn't enough. I don't know what it was -- maybe I was feeling lonely, scared, isolated -- I don't know. I just knew I needed more than a hand down there. I needed something a bit more intense... passionate, even."

"So you started sucking him?"

"No. I didn't want that. It was black dark and snowing and as windy as hell and, for some reason, I just wanted to feel a body next to me, to wrap my arms around someone. I wanted... well... I wanted to make love, I suppose.

"I lay there in the dark, desperate for my wife... for the feel of a woman. But all I had was Justin, so -- perhaps inevitably my feelings of longing became directed towards him. What I was contemplating wouldn't be like making love, I knew that, but we'd be joined together... I could hold him... and it might just make a passable substitute. It would be dirty and messy, and I didn't know how we'd behave around each other afterwards, but he was all I had available..."

I nodded. "So you asked him if you could use his backside?"

He nodded back. "Not in such terms, of course. I can't remember how I phrased it, to be honest. But I must have whispered that I wanted more than just foreplay and asked if he'd mind turning over for me... if he'd pull his underwear down at the back. Whatever I said, my meaning was pretty clear."

I took a sip from my coffee, enrapt by the thought of them holed up together: two instructors slyly coupling up with so many other guys in the tents around them; brought to such a state of desperation by sheer boredom and apprehension.

After putting my cup back down, I asked, "And he agreed?"

Troy smiled. "Readily. I was surprised at how readily, actually. I wondered if maybe it had been something he had been wanting too... not to have me on top of him, of course, but for me to ask for it so he could then have his turn on me."

"Okay," I acknowledged, struggling to see how a secretive bout of buggery between two men in a dark tent could end up with one of them licking the other's arse. "So how did you end up rimming him?"




Troy Story



"Well, it's down to something which I do -- which I've always done -- and I'd always assumed that all men do, until I started reading up about stuff like this."

He paused and I shook my head and shrugged, intrigued.

"Before I have sex with a woman," he explained quietly, "I always lick her vagina. I always ever have, pretty much since the first time I had sex with my first proper girlfriend. It prepares her for sex, lubricates her entrance, and gets us both excited. It's something I thought all men do."

"It seems reasonable," I conceded. I'd always enjoyed oral intimacy with a woman, but purely in foreplay rather than to accomplish anything so specific.

"So before I mounted Justin," he went on, "When he was on all fours and had hitched his thermal leggings down his thighs to expose his backside, I did the same thing to him."

"You licked the place you were about to push yourself into?"

"Exactly," he nodded with a somewhat satisfied smirk.

I smiled back. "Weren't you put off by the... er... dissimilarity between the two openings?"

He chuckled. "To be honest, I wasn't really thinking about it. It was something I'd always done with women, so through force of habit, I suppose, I just went ahead and did it to him."

"Okay... so what happened?"

"He stuck his bum out and prepared for me to mount him. There was enough light from my watch for me to see that he clearly knew the drill -- maybe he'd let other guys use him that way on other climbs, I don't know. I got behind him and hitched my own underwear down at the front. I was rock hard... desperate for a hole -- any hole which was warm and wet -- to slide myself into."

"Again, though," I interrupted, "weren't you worried you'd be heard? I mean, there were guys all around in the tents next to yours and it must be a lot more difficult to be discreet when you're... how should I put it?... two men having backdoor relations..."

He shook his head. "Like I said, there were blizzard conditions outside --the noise of snow hammering against the canvas would pretty much drown everything out. I did wonder beforehand -- while I was contemplating asking Justin if I could do it to him -- whether one of the lads might come over to our tent to ask for something and catch us... well... in flagrante... but I figured I would see the light from their torch long before they managed to open the tent flap.

"And, in any case, even if they saw what was going on in our tent... what we were doing... it wasn't like it was obscene or anything. Everyone needs a bit of company sometimes... for all I know they might all have been doing the same thing in their tents. I wouldn't judge them if they had been."

"You were the adults in the party, though... two married men... you might have had some explaining to do," I remarked.

"I'd have thanked whoever caught us to keep it to themselves but I wouldn't have been apologetic that I was... well..."

"Buggering your fellow instructor up his arse after lights out...?" I suggested.

"'Seeking a bit of fraternal companionship,' would be how I would prefer to express it," he grinned.

The waitress tottered out of the kitchen with Troy's baked potato complete with a hastily positioned slices of tomato alongside it. She put it in front of him and then turned to me quizzically.

"You didn't want food, did you?"

I smiled. "I asked for a prawn mayo sandwich, but I can get one from the petrol station on the way back to work, so don't worry about it."

"Oh no," she replied brightly. "I can make one for you, don't you worry yourself," as if she was very generously doing me a favour by belatedly fulfilling my order.

She bustled off back through the swing doors.

Troy smiled over at me, "I'm really sorry about this place. Last time I was here it was really nice... they could even get your orders right first time."

I chuckled. "It's okay -- it's not like I'm starving, or anything."

He glanced around for cutlery. "Do you think I'm supposed to eat this with my hands?"

"Maybe you're supposed to just burrow in?"

He pushed his meal to one side. "Nice idea, but I think I'll just wait until she brings your sandwich and ask her for a knife and fork."

Then he asked, taking another swig from his coffee, "So where was I?"

"Justin had just pulled down the back of his thermals," I reminded him, suddenly starting to feel hungry from the smell of his food. "On that occasion you weren't so reticent about burrowing in..."

He smiled. "I wouldn't say that. It wasn't like I was keen. I mean, we'd been out for a good week or so, so he was pretty whiffy back there -- very smelly, actually -- but I really needed to have sex. I felt overwrought, actually -- I was literally aching for it -- so I just stuck my tongue in between his cheeks and started licking."

"Were you trying to think of it as a vagina?" I asked.

He laughed at that. "Are you sure you've actually smelled a guy's bum up close?" he joked. "Come on, Rob, you know as well as I do that in no way, shape or form can you try to think of another guy's arse as a vagina... especially after a week without a shower."

I smiled. "Okay, silly question. But if it was so... well... odorous, weren't you repulsed?"

"At first, yeah -- of course I was. This was another bloke's arse I was putting my mouth on -- he had hair bristling out from his crack and it was far from squeaky clean -- so it obviously brought with it a strong helping of disgust. But I just focussed one-hundred-percent on making him slippery enough for me to push myself in -- that's what I wanted, and sheer habit dictated that this was what I needed to do to get it."

"If he was so... er... ripe, didn't you need to gag? Didn't it make you pull back?"

"He was rough... yeah, ripe... whatever you want to call it. But sharing a tent with other men can get a lot worse. I've had guys' cruddy arses and sweaty bollocks pushed right in my face countless times when we were falling all over each other getting dressed. And when it's too cold or hazardous for the two of you to take a crap outside... well... you just don't want to know.

"So I wasn't that horrified about the smell. I was as horny as hell -- throbbing painfully between my legs -- and all I could think was that this was my ticket to... well... to getting my arms around another person and getting my dick inside them, I suppose. My whole brain was crying out for sex and this was the nearest I was going to get to it out here in the middle of nowhere with Justin's backside as the closest approximation to a vagina."

"So you pushed your tongue between his cheeks," I recapped, enjoying the image he was conjuring up but eager to move the story on. "What happened then?"

"Well, like you, I found the more I did it, the more I liked it. What started out as a few necessary flicks of my tongue into his hairy -- kind of, sticky -- crack, became more and more arousing and I started getting into it. I pushed my tongue deep between his cheeks and the strong, biting taste of his hole really started to excite me. Soon I was devouring him -- feeding on his bum like I was hungry for it, snorting his smell and nuzzling as deep between his cheeks as I could."

"What made it change from being disgusting to arousing?"

"I've no idea," he shrugged. "At first it was yucky... I could hardly believe this was another bloke on all fours in front of me and I was working my tongue into his hairy arse. I was desperately trying to push out of my mind the fact he hadn't washed for nearly a week. I must have gone pretty soft... you know... my penis. Next thing, once I got deep inside and was licking around his anus, I was rock hard and throbbing again. That was when the excitement started driving me on... that was when I started prizing his cheeks apart and pushed myself forwards to start eating him out. I was so aroused I was probably leaking all over his sleeping bag."

I smiled and nodded. "How did Justin respond?"

"He loved it," Troy chuckled. "Absolutely loved it! He called out something like, 'Ah, yeah, man!' and pushed his bum towards me, rubbing it into my face. He was well up for it!

"He reached back and grabbed my head and ground my nose and mouth more deeply into him. I was panting and drooling, inhaling the full force of his stink and frantically trying to work my tongue into his hole." 

"You might be surprised how natural that reaction is," I cut in, and outlined some of the information which Cameron had given me: the so-called Baltimore study in which men became excited -- straight men -- when asked to rim each other, and the evolutionary theories which explained why such a sexual attraction might have arisen between men.

Troy nodded. "I've read some of that stuff on the internet. Some of it sounds plausible; some of it just seems like pure fantasy. At the time, though, when I was licking him and sniffing him, I had no idea why I was so aroused by it. I hadn't expected it at all."

"So what happened next?" I asked. "Did you get on top of him?"

"Not immediately. I was enjoying rimming him far too much to stop doing it. There was something about his taste that I found absolutely enthralling. I daren't touch myself when I was doing it because I knew it would be too much for me and I didn't want it to end so quickly."

I smiled and nodded, remembering finding myself in the same predicament with Guy.

"It wasn't a dirty smell," he seemed eager to clarify. "I mean, he was rough back there, like I said, but it wasn't that which I found so arousing. It was something more basic, more primitive. Like the smell of our cocks when we were wanking but so much richer, so much more powerful. A seedy sexual musk, thick and rank, deep between his cheeks and around his arsehole."

I nodded and was going to recount my own take on it, when he went on.

"But it wasn't just that. It was also the act of being connected to Justin like that -- of having my face pressed cheek-deep into another man's butt-crack -- that was so intensely, so scarily exciting. Maybe it was because it was so wrong for two men to behave this way... maybe it was because it was so unlike anything sexual I'd ever encountered."

I smiled, nodding again to show how strongly my own experiences accorded with his own.

"I had to have him," he continued. "He tried to hold my head back there, wanking himself as he pushed his bum into my face, but I needed release too urgently. I pulled my face away and scrabbled up behind him through the folds of his sleeping bag, pushing his knees open with mine. The tent was so low that I had to bend over on top him and guide my erection into his bum with my hand. I'm quite well-endowed and had expected it to be a struggle; fortunately, he was so slick from my spit, I managed to enter him quickly. 

"I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest and literally pounded myself in and out of him. The smell was extreme -- I don't know if it was the strong reek of his bum on my face or the intense stink from arse being buggered, but our sex had a really rough, almost animalistic, odour which seemed to fill the tent as I humped him. I was hugely turned-on by it and in little more than two or three rough thrusts deep up inside him, I was climaxing -- very powerfully.

"It was such a violent rush, so much warm wetness surging through my penis, that I actually felt -- I don't know if this has ever happened to you -- like I was peeing myself."

I smiled at his interesting choice of metaphor just as the waitress reappeared from the kitchen and brought me my food. It was a chicken tikka baguette rather than a prawn mayo sandwich but it would have ti do.

Troy asked for his cutlery which made her whoop as if he'd cracked some saucy joke. She disappeared back into the kitchen and we looked at each other, incredulous at her reaction and fearing she wouldn't return. Before we had time to comment, she re-emerged with a knife and fork wrapped in a napkin.

As we were getting on with our food and she had disappeared once more, I asked him, "When it was his turn, did Justin rim you?"

Troy smiled over a mouthful of baked potato on his fork.

"That's the thing -- he never did. By that I mean, he had his turn on me -- did what he needed to, panting and grunting as I bent over for him and filling the tent with my own stink. But he never put his face anywhere near me back there."

I nodded, wiping the crumbs off my mouth with my napkin. "That's strange, given how much he enjoyed it."

Troy shrugged. "Strange but true," he smiled.

"You said in your office that the first time you did it, you thought you were going mad...?"

He nodded. "I lay awake afterwards -- after we'd taken turns on top of each other -- incredulous, stunned even, at what we'd just done. At what I'd just done. I couldn't believe I'd licked another man's backside and, more confusing than that, that I'd actually enjoyed it. It took me quite a while -- a few months, maybe -- to come to terms with what I'd discovered lurking inside myself."

After another bite of my baguette, which was generously filled and very tasty, I asked him if he'd rimmed Justin again.

"A few times, but not so much that he'd think it was odd. If he was into it himself, we'd have probably done it more, I guess, but as he isn't -- or at least has shown no interest in being the... er... active participant himself -- I try and hold back as much as I can."

"Have you done it with other men?"

He shook his head. "You're the first guy I've met who is also turned-on by it. I've looked at specialist personal ads on sex sites on the internet, but well..."

Personal ads for guys into rimming? I hadn't known such things existed. I suppose now that I did it was rather obvious that they would.

"The only time I actually bit the bullet and replied to someone," he went on, "things got a bit too... er... heavy for me."

"What happened?" I asked, taking another bite from my baguette.

He smiled. "It's not the sort of thing you want to hear over lunch, believe me."

I was intrigued. "Come on," I persisted. "You know where my face has been on several occasions, so you must realise that I'm not exactly squeamish..."

Troy munched at another mouthful from his plate, mulling over whether or not he should tell me his story.

After swallowing his food, he nodded. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.

"He was called Warren and he was from over near Uppingham. I told him that my interest was centred around other guys' backsides -- that I wasn't so interested in what's out front -- and he was immediately keen for us to meet up. He said he was really pleased that he'd found someone with the same attraction living so close, and that we could have some fun together."

"Was he gay?" I asked, wondering if that's how things might have turned 'heavy' as he put it, but Troy shook his head.

"It wasn't quite that straightforward."

"When we got to his place, he asked me something about glass-bottomed boats and I suppose I must have misunderstood the question. Have you heard of that?"

"A glass-bottomed boat? For looking at fish, you mean?"

He smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I suppose I was being stupidly naive because I was thinking of when I was in the Caribbean with my wife and kids, so I agreed it could be fun. He asked if I liked to watch and again, thinking of the angelfish swimming past, I nodded."

He trailed off and I hesitated, my baguette poised at my mouth. "I'm guessing he wasn't asking about the watching the angelfish?" I suggested uneasily.

He shook his head. "We talked about a load of other things," he went on. "Maybe he was asking me all sorts of sexual stuff in coded language and I was imprudently agreeing to it, but when we got down to business and undressed together, he surprised me by asking me to lie down on my back underneath his coffee table."

"His coffee table?" I asked, still contemplating the baguette.

"Yes," he nodded. "It had a glass top."

"Oh?"

"He got on top of it and squatted over me. I was thinking, 'Well, how am I supposed to rim the guy with a plate of glass between us?' but I just thought I better bide my time and wait for something to happen. It was pretty clear that I was the novice between us, so I thought I'd just go with the flow."

"Oh."

"And flow it did. In thick, brown gobs."

"Oh!"

He smiled apologetically at my drooping baguette, hanging in front of my mouth. "I did warn you..."

I glanced at it and then returned it to the plate. The chicken tikka filling oozing out from between the sliced opening in the bread didn't seem quite so appetising now.

I asked, "So did it get you going, or did you get going?"

He chuckled. "I jumped up as quickly as I could and got the hell out of there. I was still pulling my trousers up as I hurtled out of his front door."

I drained the bottom of my coffee cup. The coffee was tasting a lot less palatable than it had when I had first poured it. Having taken the edge off my caffeine craving, I must be becoming more fussy.

"I suppose it could have been worse," I said, after putting my empty cup back on the saucer. "He could have done it without the table between you."

He nodded. "That has occurred to me since. Something like that could have put me off rimming for life. Which may not have been a bad thing, I suppose."

"You wouldn't want that," I refuted. "When you're with the right guy, like your mate Justin, it's far too enjoyable to want to be turned off it."

He finished off his baked potato and the last of his sliced tomato but didn't express an opinion one way or the other. He was clearly more troubled about his fetish than I was.

"So this guy -- Warren -- was he the only one you've met?" I asked.

He nodded. "After that, I suppose I felt like I'd had my fingers burnt. I played it safe and didn't contact anyone else on that site."

I smiled. "I can see why..."

"That's why I wanted to talk to you in private like this," he went on. "I couldn't believe it back there in the college it when you said you had the same interest as me."

I looked back at the baguette wondering whether to have another attempt at it. His use of the word 'gobs' had been the problem. The chicken tikka was full of them.

He asked, "Have you done it with anyone apart from that guy?"

I looked back up to face him in surprise.

"Guy?"

Bugger -- had I used his name?

"The guy in the hotel room..." he explained.

"Oh, right. That guy. Well, apart from him... I've had a couple more... shall we say... brief encounters."

"The bloke who gave you the information you mentioned?" he asked, draining the last of his coffee. "I'm guessing you hooked up with him?"

"Actually, no. We just met for a drink -- a bit like this. Exchanged experiences, shared a few stories."

I didn't mention that I'd had significantly fewer stories to share than Cameron had.

The waitress came out of the kitchen again and collected our plates and cups.

Picking up the plate with my half-eaten baguette, she asked, a touch despondently. "Didn't you like it, love?"

I smiled. "I kind of lost my appetite."

"If we could have the bill please -- quite quickly," Troy said to the waitress, rather pointedly.

She took our things away on her tray and disappeared into the kitchen.

When the door had closed, he asked me, matter-of-factly, "So do you want to get together with me?"

I looked up and stared at him, astonished by his directness.

Perhaps thinking I didn't understand him, he clarified: "For sex, I mean. Maybe a bit of chat, the odd drink here and there... but primarily for sex... man-to-man stuff... the sort of things we've been talking about."

I continued to stare at him, at a loss for words by how little preamble he'd felt it necessary to employ.

He misinterpreted my surprise and threw me a cold smile. "Feel free to say no, of course. I won't be offended."




Troy Story



I smiled back, hopefully rather more warmly. "Sorry, mate. I was just caught out by how frank your... er... invitation was."

He shrugged. "What's the problem? It's not like I need to dress it up romantically. I'm just asking if you want to meet up so we can have sex together -- nothing more significant than that. To me, it's as straightforward as asking if you'd like to join me for a round of golf or something equally innocuous."

I nodded. "Yeah -- it's the same for me, I suppose. I was just caught off-guard."

The waitress came back out from the kitchen and peered over at us, perhaps aware that one of us had asked for something but unable to remember what it was. Troy was probably wondering if I'd take the opportunity of the break in the conversation to evade his question.

After she had given up and gone back into the kitchen, I offered my reply.

"To answer your question: yes, I would. It'll be fun."

He nodded and said, "Good." He looked quite pleased. 

Then he went on, "My preferred position would be for you to squat down over my face -- naked, of course -- so I can rim you from underneath and then for us to change places and for me to squat over you. Would that be okay?"

I nodded, trying to hide my continuing surprise at how direct he was being. To him, it really did seem that this was like discussing how we'd tackle a particularly challenging golf course rather than how he would prefer to lick my arse.

"I also need to make it clear from the outset that I'll expect you to orally pleasure my erection," he added. "Quite... er... extensively."

I shrugged. "I don't mind either way."

"You didn't seem too keen on it when we talked about," he went on, "but I think it's best that I'm upfront. With Justin, it seemed to me that another man instinctively knows what to do to another with his mouth... much more so than my wife or any other woman ever has."

"If you enjoy it, I'll be happy to... you know... open wide for you."

He nodded, satisfied by my answer. I'd clearly have to prepare for a fairly lengthy bout of cocksucking. He'd mentioned that he was 'quite well-endowed': I wondered how large his cock actually was and how forceful he'd be. He might be like the guy in the gents and would want to hold my head steady while he used my mouth as a masturbatory aid, frantically driving himself in and out of me. If he was built as generously as I was in the front of his trousers, I would have a job not to gag.

"What will you want me to do in return?" he asked as I took a sip from my drink. "I'd be happy to give you oral stimulation too, of course. I developed quite a knack for it in the tent."

I smiled. It was like we were finalising a business agreement. I wondered if he'd be pulling a couple of contracts out of his jacket pocket next.

"I don't really like the feel of a mouth down there," I explained. "Perhaps you could do something else for me?"

He nodded. "As long as it doesn't involve kissing -- I don't like the thought of doing that with another man. Justin never made any attempt to do it, and I was quite relieved."

I smiled again. "It won't involve kissing. I can promise you that."

A thought occurred to me and I ventured, "Maybe I could fuck you?"

He stared at me, hesitant, and I wondered if he didn't follow me.

"You know... up your bum?" I clarified, although I couldn't see how else we'd do it.

"I'm not averse to you penetrating me," he cut in, "I just have issues with you using the f-word to describe it. 'Fucking' is something I do with my wife. You're welcome to mount me anally if that's what you want -- I never found it especially painful when Justin did it -- but could we call it 'buggery' or 'sodomy' or something else?"

"Whatever... er... I mean, that's fine by me," I replied. I had been going to say, 'Whatever floats your boat,' but in view of Warren's glass-bottomed variety, it seemed in poor taste.

"With Justin," he went on, "I always saw it that we were using each other's backsides to pleasure ourselves. I never thought of it as fucking. We were, after all, two men who were doing it."

I nodded, happy to modify my language to suit him, although I'd never thought of the work 'fuck' as having either romantic or heterosexual connotations.

"In that case," I said, "I'll suck you off as long as you like, as long as I can use your bum for... you know... my own needs afterwards."

He smiled. "That sounds like a pretty good deal."

He glanced at his watch and wondered why she hadn't brought us the bill.

"Afternoon lessons start at two o'clock," he muttered. "I'm not teaching but I need to be back by then."

He called the waitress back and she had to ask us again what we'd food we'd eaten as she'd managed to lose our order. "I can't keep track of everything that's going on," she explained.

While she was using a calculator to work out how much we owed as the till wasn't working, Troy muttered quietly, "Is it okay if we meet up at your place? At mine, I'd be too concerned about my wife catching us."

I nodded my agreement. I could see how walking in on your husband lying naked on the marital bed licking up at another man's squatting arsehole might not be conducive to wedded bliss.

Troy explained that he had a free afternoon every couple of weeks and I thought I could probably engineer things at work to be able to meet him at around three as long as he gave me a few days' notice. I'd get Jake to have tea at his mum's that night so that he didn't get home to hear us noisily enjoying ourselves upstairs.

Troy seemed happy with that arrangement.

"Do you want me to shower before we perform?" he asked. "I only ask so that I can bring a towel and some deodorant with me."

Again I found myself marvelling at his business-like manner. I wondered if he was like this with his wife when they were planning out the next month's sex by synchronising their diaries.

"I'll be happy to take you as I find you," I said.

"Same goes for me. Don't feel that you need to match Justin's level of... er... indelicate hygiene, though," he smiled.

The waitress finally called over her best estimation of how much we owed and Troy got up to go and pay. I offered to go halves, but he told me to put my wallet away. "I'll be imposing upon your hospitality when we meet up. This is the least I can do."

While he was standing at the cash desk paying for our meal, I looked at his backside from behind. It was nicely round and filled the seat of his trousers rather pleasingly. I could see, vaguely, the line made by his underwear against his buttocks -- it looked very much like he wore briefs and I looked forwards to pressing my face into the back of them.

What would it be like to have him squatting over me so I could rim him, I wondered? He hadn't expressed surprise that Justin's arse had been hairy, which probably meant he might be abundantly hairy back there himself. That would be nice: the AA guy's arse crack had been a little smooth for my preference.

I wondered how he would taste. From the meal he'd ordered, he could well be vegetarian which might give his backside its own idiosyncratic flavour. I was certainly looking forwards to getting stuck in -- I could already feel my cock thickening up just from looking at him!

He dropped something out of his wallet and bent down to pick it up. His arse cheeks opened wide as his bum pushed out towards me, almost like he was inviting me to enter him. The hemline of his briefs pressed prominently against the material of his trousers, drawing the eye alluringly inwards towards the bottom of his arse-crack. Right where his tightly clenched hole would be... right where my tongue would soon be probing...

He groped around on the floor and his buttocks opened more widely. If only I could inhale his scent back there, I thought; if only I could kneel down behind him right now and press my face between those gorgeous cheeks. My cock hardened further and I adjusted it to a less conspicuous position in my trousers.

I stared at the hemline dividing the seat of his trousers; low down his scent would be strongest. 'I'll be fucking him there, soon,' I found myself thinking and then, remembering the issues he had with the f-word, corrected myself to, 'I'll be penetrating him there, soon'.

I wondered how he'd choose to take it: on all fours, like he'd received his mate's fraught attentions in the tent, or lying on his back with his bum pushed up by pillows. Would he call out as I slammed in and out of him, or would he just take it silently, being used to having to be discreet surrounded by other hikers close by in their tents? I could hardly believe that I'd soon be finding out...

As we left the coffee shop and walked back into the college so I could return to my car, Troy shared another of his sexual quirks with me, perhaps feeling that he ought to prepare me for our next meeting.

"I like very much the idea of climaxing over other men," he informed me as we reached the car park. "I fantasize about standing over a man and spraying my semen all over him. Do you enjoy doing that?"

I shook my head, not really understanding the appeal of doing such a thing. "I suppose I rather soaked the first man I had sex with... the one in the hotel. But that was by accident and I can't say I've really thought about it since." 

"Which part of him did you climax over?" he asked.

"His back," I said. "But, like I said, it just sort of happened. Which parts of a man do you think you'd like to... well... spray yourself over?"

"I don't really mind," he shrugged. "His chest, his face, his back, his bum... I just get very excited at the thought of standing over someone and covering them in my seed."

I smiled, imagining if I had such a fetish. My ex-wife had always said my orgasms were disgustingly messy when I climaxed inside her -- it seemed she didn't know how easy she'd had it.

"I'm just telling you because if I find myself approaching climax, I'd like to stand over you and direct my penis towards you so I can release the bulk of my discharge over you."

"Is there anything you'd like me to do while I'm... er... getting covered?"

He considered the question before musing, "Well, I suppose you could smear it over yourself, like you would lather soap against your skin. Yes, I think I'd like to see you doing that. And, if you'd be willing, you could use it to lubricate your own masturbation."

I smiled, thinking of my old granny's adage that it takes all sorts. How right she had been.

Having located my car, I pulled out my briefcase from the passenger seat and fished around in it for the wodge of papers Cameron had given me. They were still there, in one of the more concealed pockets.

I handed them to Troy with advice to be careful with them.

He read the envelope. "'From a fellow butt monkey'?"

"I think it was supposed to be a joke."

He nodded. "I think it's quite apt. I rather like it."

Troy leaned forward to shake hands -- I wasn't sure why he felt the need for such formality -- and he said he'd call me next time he knew which afternoon he could take off.

"It might be next term," he said. "In January."

"That suits me fine."

As he walked off, it occurred to me that the next time we met, we'd have sex together. I'd get to see him naked and aroused, and he'd get to see me in the same state. I'd stick my face into his arse and taste his hole and then he'd turn around so I could fellate him and drink down his seed. After that I'd have my turn and bugger him on what was once my marital bed. As I did so, I'd smell his scent again -- strong and pungent -- and it would soon have me climaxing deep into his bowels.

It was an interesting prospect that I'd soon be experiencing intimacy with a guy I barely knew -- Jake's Assistant Principal who I'd just met for lunch -- and I felt my cock responding again at the thought of what was in store. 

After getting into my car, I pulled out of the college to head back to work.

It occurred to me that I was going to be quite a busy boy come January. There'd be Guy to arrange a night away with, Duncan the AA man calling me up when he was in the area and now Troy to pencil in for the odd afternoon. That's not even mentioning the man Cameron was going to fix me up with at the end of that week: he and I might want some further time together.

I'd need one of those ticket systems they have at supermarket delis, I thought dryly. I'd have to set up a "We are now serving..." sign outside my bedroom door with a row of chairs, a selection of magazines and a few pot plants.

Oh and of course there'd be Debbie as well. I was almost forgetting her. I reminded myself that I'd need to make some time for her too.

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Next story: How Do You Like It?

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Troy Submits to Discipline



Troy woke up with the mother of all headaches. He felt awful. Looking around he tried to work out where he was. His memory flipped through options, rejecting each in turn. The room was totally unfamiliar, it was large, pretty scruffy with no window; so he had no inkling of if it was day or night. Troy looked at his left wrist, but he seemed to have lost his watch. "Where the hell was he? and what was the time?"

Troy realised he was naked and wondered who had undressed him. He gingerly got to his feet and tried to find his clothes, but without success. Looking down he saw someone had shaved his pubic hair. Surely he should be able to remember something like this. Troy held his head in his hands; he had some vague memory of meeting a Chinese girl and watching the Los Angeles games on TV in a bar. They seemed to get on well and she had invited him to some party. He must have got drunk and then some 'friends' must have played a practical joke. It didn't seem that funny to him. Troy laid down on the bed and looked around for the duvet, perhaps if he went back to sleep he would find this was a dream and he was back in his hotel room in Boracay. Troy couldn't find any bedclothes but went to sleep anyway.

When Troy woke for the second time, his head felt a little clearer, but he was even more confused. He was naked in a locked room that was clear, but he had no idea how he had got there. He reasoned he must have got monumentally drunk. But he had no memory of anything after turning up to the party. Why was he naked and who had taken care of him? Again, no memory at all. He felt himself and could find any bruises and he was sure he hadn't been raped. So why was he naked? and where was he?

He checked the door again and it was definitely locked. So he shouted, or really just croaked, "Hello is anyone around? Can you please help me."

Troy tried to clear his throat, but before he could have a second try, he saw the handle of the door turning and a small middle-aged Chinese lady was standing before him. "Oh you have woken up. I am so pleased, we were very worried about you."

Troy stood stark naked, hands over his balls, wondering if he had some serious apologising to do, had this sweet old lady picked him up out of the gutter, vomit all over his clothes, and then like a good Samaritan taken care of him?

She continued, "My name is Jiaying and I have been looking after you for the last few days."

"I am terribly sorry to put you to so much trouble. I will of course repay you for all your kindness. I have some Traveller's cheques back in my hotel. I can easily be back in an hour or so. But um ... do you have my clothes?"

"No, I am very sorry, but your clothes were ruined when you were rescued. But I will see if I can find something for you."

"Do you know who rescued me?"

"A friend."

"Sorry to be rude, but do you know why I have been shaved?"

"I'm not sure, probably some medical reason. We had to call a doctor to check you were OK."

"I feel fine now." Troy lied, "If you could find me some shorts. I would like to return to my hotel. My friends may be worried."

"No, I very much regret that won't be possible at the moment. Unfortunately your rescuer incurred considerable costs in bringing you here, so you will need to repay these before you go home. He will visit and I am sure you will work something out."

With that Jiaying bowed and closed the door. Troy heard the key turn in the lock and realised he was a prisoner. But the lady seemed so sweet and considerate, he couldn't believe things wouldn't be solved with a few apologies and a little cash. He wondered how much his rescuer would want. Troy knew he had about a few thousand pesos in his hotel and must still have almost two grand in US dollar Traveller's cheques. He would lie and say he only had a few hundred dollars, this should cover even the greediest scam merchant. Troy laid down on the bed and fell asleep again.

Troy woke again to see a fat Chinese gentleman perched on his bed, stroking the hair, staring at his naked body. Behind him were four large Chinese men in matching black suits and white shirts. Even in his groggy state he realised they were 'heavies'. Troy looked around acutely embarrassed about being naked and immediately rolled over onto his front. The leader started talking, "Hello Troy. My name is Johnny and I have come to answer some of the questions you asked Jiaying. You were rescued at great personal risk by a friend of mine who didn't have a place to nurse you back to health, so he sold you to my organisation. I am here to look after my investment. You have been very ill and have cost me a large sum of money in doctors' bills, so it seems only reasonable that you should repay me with your labour. These chaps behind me are here just to ensure there are no misunderstandings." 

More about being rescued, Troy wished he could remember something about last night, "Of course I will repay any costs you may have incurred, just let me get back to my hotel and I will return with the money."

"Sorry Troy, too many foreigners have promised to come back with cash and then jumped on the next plane out of the country. The only sure way of you repaying me is with your labour. Until you repay the debt you will be my guest. As my guest, you will obey the House Rules. First, you will be respectful and call all my male employees 'Master' and female 'Mistress'. Second, you will obedient and do exactly what you are told. Third, you will clean yourself up and be ready to work should I need you. Fourth, you will kneel naked, hands behind your back, in the centre of the room when you hear the door buzzer. There is a camera above you and if you are not kneeling you won't get any food, if don't kneel a second time you will be punished. Lastly, you will lose your childish inhibitions about your nudity. Do you understand?"

"Yes ... er ... Master."

Although 'Johnny' seemed as if he was trying to be friendly there was an unmistakable air of menace in his words. He spotted Troy looking at the four well built men behind him, "Don't be scared by the knuckle dusters, it is the guy with the syringe you should fear. Any disobedience and you will be initiated into the wonders of heroin. I find that those who get a taste for it become most amenable to their supplier; in fact I have seen the most respectable boys offering all kinds of physical services for their next fix, if you get my drift. In case you are thinking of making a run for it, you should know there are a dozen security guards in the building and spotting a naked westerner is pretty easy. Please don't be silly, you are a nice boy and I want to be your friend."

"Yes, Master."

"Right, stand up, hands behind your back and let's have a good look at you." Troy knew he was hopelessly outnumbered and had no desire to become a punch-bag, still less a junkie, so rose and stood before the guards.

Johnny stared at Troy with ill disguised desire, he turned to one of his men and asked, "What do you think Guang? Pretty little thing."

"Yes Sir, probably useless but pretty." The man placed his cosh between Troy's kegs and gradually raised it, until Troy felt the cold metal under his balls.

"You are not planning on giving us any trouble, are you boy?"

"No."

Troy felt pain as the man raised the cosh, "No, what?"

"No, Master."

The youngest looking of the guards was playing with a vicious looking knuckle-duster, "Doesn't the gwailo have any shame? Should we give him the once-over just to teach him a lesson?"

"No, I am sure Troy will become useful to us."

Johnny then told Troy to kneel and buckled on a black vinyl slave-collar, "Troy you will wear this every day until your debt is repaid, OK?"

"Yes, Master."

As Johnny got to the door he turned and said, "Troy, I hope we understand each other, obey the rules and I will have you back on the beach in no time, cross me and ..." He then sighed as if even the thought of such a scenario deeply saddened him.

Troy was now frightened, this did not seem like some small time hustle, the guy wanted something and people like him did not waste their time for a few hundred bucks. Troy wondered if he was the victim of some kidnap and ransom scam? His parents had money but they were hardly rich, even remortgaging the house would only produce a few thousand. Troy hoped he might have been the victim of mistaken identity and when he explained he was the son of a small town bank manager he would be released. The thing that really worried Troy was what 'labour' he was expected to perform. What 'labour' required him to wear a slave-collar and be naked all the time? An ominous thought. Troy was still very tired and soon went back to an uneasy sleep.

The next day Jiaying was an almost constant companion. She got rid of Troy's 'surfer chic' look and gave him a side parting that he had not had for years. She also gave him a massage, did his nails and generally pampered him to death, but she refused to answer any more questions.

The third day, he was awoken by a loud bell. This time Troy took less time to get his bearings, quickly working out that this was the buzzer Johnny had referred to. He leapt off the bed and knelt in the centre of the room. To his relief he saw Jiaying, smiling as ever. "Troy you are looking much better. Your Master has sent a photographer who would like to take a few photographs of you. Would that be alright?"

However sweet Jiaying was, Troy now knew this wasn't really a question, but an order. "Yes, Mistress that would be fine." Troy tried to smile.

The photographer entered along with a very well built assistant. He introduced himself as Mr Sheng and his assistant as Jianjun. The assistant handed Troy a pair of pale 'baby pink' satin shorts and matching T shirt. Although these were the first clothes Troy had been offered since he had been kidnapped he was not keen. 

Sheng stared at him, "Come on boy, what are you waiting for?" Jiaying smiled and nodded, indicating he should obey.

There was nowhere to change, so Troy turned around and tried to pull the shorts on. Satin is a beautifully shiny material but has almost no 'give' and Troy took an age to get them on, they were terribly short and very tight indeed. The T shirt was only a little looser. Eventually he was done and turned around. Sheng laughed when he saw Troy, "I will find some lipstick and mascara for you." Jiaying retorted sharply in what Troy took to be Chinese. She then took him by the hand, sat him down and tidied his hair, reassuring him that it would soon be over.

Sheng set up his lights, complaining at how the pale blue satin sheet on the bed reflected the light. When he was satisfied he turned to Troy and said, "OK, boy kneel on the bed ... smile ... properly ... better ... niángpào, do you have a prick? Give the thing a squeeze if you can find it, I want a good bulge in those shorts ... better ... turn around show me your bottom ... bend over ... OK, T shirt off ... quickly ... kneel looking at me, hands over your chest ... smile ... now down on all fours ... spread your legs ... further ... OK."

He then turned to his assistant, "Jianjun give the niángpào the knickers."

Troy struggled out the shorts and put on some royal blue knickers. They were very brief and Sheng ordered him to pose on the bed. Half way through there was a pause as Sheng changed films, when he resumed he was even more brusque with Troy, "Stand up ... pull the knickers up ... tighter ... for God's sake can't you get hard? Or do you want Jianjun to give you a hand?" Troy tried to massage his cock through the thin silky material, eventually Sheng was satisfied, "Better, keep it like that ... turn around ... bend over ... now, lie on the bed ... smile ... ease the knickers down ... stop there ... right, get them off ... kneel on the bed, hands behind your back ... come on, now I want to see you fully erect." Troy looked in desperation at Jiaying who again nodded. He closed his eyes and gave his penis a quick tug. 

Sheng was now laughing, "Smile nánjì, keep it up ... lean back ... on all fours with your arse in the air ... legs apart ... wider."

"Jianjun, put the handcuffs on the boy." Troy felt the assistant pull his hands behind his back and cuff him. Sheng took a few shots of his naked bottom. Then had him lying on his front on the bed legs well apart.

"Unlock him and get him spread eagle." Troy felt the hand-cuffs being undone and laid naked on the bed. Jiaying helped the assistant secure his arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. Sheng took a few shots from above but was not satisfied "The bloody Tùzi has gone soft, Jianjun give him a rub." Troy tried to regain his erection but he felt the assistant clasp his penis and roughly wank him. Troy felt so humiliated at another man touching him, but despite this he became erect. Sheng bent down and took a couple of photographs down between his legs. Eventually they released him.

"Kneel in the centre of the bed." Troy shyly smiled as Sheng took some more photographs.

"Give the tùzi the dildo."

Troy was given a huge pink gel dildo, he was now very uncomfortable, but knew he had posed for too many compromising photographs already, so could not back out now. Sheng took a couple of shots of Troy just holding the dildo. "Now lick it, come on tùzi, lick it as if you are giving your boyfriend a blow-job." Troy looked in desperation towards Jiaying but she just nodded again, so Troy obeyed. He knew he had crossed a personal Rubicon. They really were getting him to submit. He knew they were deliberately humiliating him and he could do nothing. Despite this he sucked the phallus with what he hoped looked like enthusiasm. He just wanted this to be over.

"Now you know what comes next ... spread your legs and force it all the way up ... I know you enjoy it."

Although Troy could not understand all that was being said to him, he knew he was being abused, but since the Johnny's visit and the threat about heroin, he was too frightened to say anything. But whatever his fear he knew he would never be able to do this.

"I can't. I am really sorry but it just won't fit. Mistress please tell him. Please help."

Troy was almost in tears at what he was being forced to do, and the dildo was just too much. Jiaying started talking in what Troy took to be Chinese. Sheng seemed to listen.

After a few minutes Jiaying turned to Troy and said, "Troy that's fine. He understands. Just lick the dildo and then rub it between your legs, so it looks as if you are enjoying yourself. Remember to smile."

The last photographs were of Troy standing pulling down his knickers. They left nothing to the imagination but were meant to seem unposed.

Eventually Sheng and his assistant left, but Jiaying remained. She smiled reassuringly.

"Mistress, what was the photographer calling me?"

"He is very ill-mannered, don't worry Troy."

"But I want to know."

"If you must, but don't take it to heart. Tùzi means 'bunny', but is used to refer to boys who offer themselves to older men, niángpào is an abusive term for effeminate boys and nánjì means a male prostitute. It is just simple-minded abuse."

"Why do you need the photographs, Mistress? They were very explicit. They won't go in a magazine will they?"

"No don't worry, I guarantee that if you repay your debt they won't be published. But we need them to get you a job."

"Mistress, what will I be doing?"

"Troy, what do you think? It would take ages to repay the debt if you were to work as a cleaner, no you will become a prostitute. It will pay off what you owe in no time. Pay off your debt and we'll return your passport and put you on a plane back home." 

"What is the alternative?"

"Your rescuer will sell you to one of the Triad bosses. It is very fashionable to have a gwailo teenager as a catamite." Troy didn't really know what a catamite was but could guess.

"They like their boys to look feminine, that's the reason for the photos of you pink shorts. He will either keep you for himself. Then you will sit locked in a nice flat all day reading fashion magazines. At about six o'clock you will start doing your hair and then put on whatever skimpy underwear your master likes and wait for an hour's company and a fuck. You'll come to look forward to the sex as it will be the only human contact you are allowed."

Troy was determined not to show any emotion, but this sounded like one of the circles of hell that Dante rejected as too sadistic.

But Jiaying continued, "Others share their catamites with their associates, so you would get more company but more sex. One senior Triad leader has even set up his own personal male hareem. I don't know which is better. On a lighter note, I've sometimes seen boys being paraded at Triad clubs. You can't really miss them, they are very cute. They wear the tightest of shorts, or sometimes only skimpy underwear, as their owner shows them off as a status symbol. At one point it was fashionable to dress them in Playboy bunny outfits with long sleeves, a pun on the word tùzi. One way or another, if you decide to join that crowd, you will find you take hours over your personal appearance as there are ugly rumours about what happens when a boy loses his looks."

"Mistress, I am really not gay, so I think I would like to pay off my debt working for you."

Jiaying patted his naked thigh, "Good boy, I knew you would. It will be fun having you around. But you have to realise it won't be easy work and I won't be able to protect you if you don't satisfy your clients. Your Master will then sell you as a bunny."

"Mistress, now I have agreed to work for you, will I be allowed to have some clothes?"

"Troy, I went to your Master and pleaded on your behalf. He felt you ought to get comfortable with your own nudity first. There are so many silly inhibitions you need to shed if are going to be truly submissive. You have to stop looking at your body as being private, you should see it as a way of earning money and giving clients pleasure. Sometimes we will need to dress you up in some lingerie for a client, but you must return it as soon as the date is over. This said, perhaps we can look at this again in a month or so." Jiaying knew keeping Troy naked pretty well twenty-four hours a day would make him easier to manage, it is hard to be too assertive when stark naked.

"What about a duvet or a top sheet, Mistress?"

"Troy, with the weather being what it is, you shouldn't be cold. In the winter I am sure the air-conditioning will work. So no need for things that will only get in the way." Troy now understood they were going to strip him of the last vestiges of his personal privacy.

Now he was alone Troy began to think about what had happened to him and what he should do. It was pretty clear he was held by some underworld organisation, almost certainly the Triads. They were determined to get him to repay some debt and he was going to have to prostitute himself to do so. He knew he was not a brave guy and much as he wanted to rebel he knew it was pointless; he would just get a beating for no lasting benefit. The photos added the potential of blackmail. He racked his brain for a solution but there wasn't one, he knew it. He was helpless. Depression swept over him like a thick fog. He would have to obey and he reasoned it was better to appear to do so willingly. Hold his breath and just hope the time went quickly. He had to find out the size of his debt and how quickly he could hope to repay it. There was just a glimmer of hope, that he clutched at with a desperate vigour, that once he knew how the place worked he could escape.

Jiaying visited Troy the next day, "Well, let's prepare you. The quicker you start earning the quicker you are on the flight home. Your Master has been generous and agreed you keep 20% of what you make. Most houses would take 90%, so you should be grateful."




Troy Submits to Discipline



"We will vet all clients and keep an eye on you to make sure you are safe. You in return will sleep with anyone we send up and do anything they want. No ifs or buts, you do it."

Troy did not like the sound of this, but was silent.

"We will also provide lingerie, condoms, lubricant and a selection of sex toys free of charge. Along with a weekly check up from a properly qualified doctor." Jiaying didn't say although qualified he had been 'struck off' for fondling his patients.

A thousand thoughts went through Troy's head, Jiaying was so sweet, he knew he had to confess, "Mistress, thank you for taking care of me, but you have to know I am very inexperienced."

Jiaying patted his thigh, "Don't worry about that, ask me if you need any advice."

"But Mistress, I am a virgin."

Jiaying is visibly surprised, this would mean he will need much more managing, but the prospect of auctioning his virginity was a real bonus, "OK, I will give you lessons on what to expect; sex, discipline, taking a beating, being tied up and the like. The thing you will have to understand is that people who visit you may have unusual requests. You can't say 'Yuck', you have to do anything they want and I really mean anything. It's really boils down to being willing to please and being very open minded. It's just sex and what you do will be kept totally private, so grin and think of the money. One thing we will need to train is your arse, you will have to get used to clients fucking you. You will find some women will want to take you anally as a way of humiliating you. You are there to submit to their desires, so you had better prepare for the inevitable." 

"Mistress, I am not sure I will be able to go through with anal sex."

For the first time, a brief look of irritation spread over Jiaying's face, "Troy, for God's sake we are in the 1980s not the 1950s, every prostitute, male or female, offers anal and you will not be an exception. You must accept this." She quickly relaxed and ruffled Troy's hair. "Don't worry I will help you. It will hurt at the beginning but you will soon get used to it."

Troy tried to smile but remained silent.

Jiaying then tried to raise Troy's spirits explaining what was expected of him in very positive terms, and how he would pay off his debt much quicker this way than being a normal sex-worker. She explained how she had enjoyed her years 'on the game' and some of the techniques and tricks used by 'professionals'. Soon she went on to what he could expect in practice, she started by laying him across her knee and gave him a light spanking.

Troy had two hours of tuition each morning and another two each afternoon. Jiaying was generous with her praise when he submitted and but did not hide her disappointment if he faltered. They soon bonded and Troy looked forward to her company. Jiaying took her responsibilities seriously, for instance when she saw that Troy if naked found it difficult to restrain himself from naturally moving his hands to cover his balls, she put him in some handcuffs. They were so loose that Troy could easily wiggle out of them if he wanted to, but they were useful in getting him used to keeping his hands behind his back. Jiaying had many techniques like this, she was an excellent teacher and seemed to have an almost telepathic ability to understand Troy's difficulties. As the week progressed the whippings got harder and she demonstrated some of the things that his clients would do to his nipples and cock. Although this hurt, Troy felt Jiaying got no pleasure from his discomfort and he convinced himself she was only doing it for his benefit.

When she taught him about sex, she brought in a cylindrical object, one end of which was shaped like a pussy. She then had Troy fucking this, to start with on his front, then on his back and finally standing up, giving constant advice and instructions. Whatever the position, Jiaying always stopped him before he could climax, she explained his cum now belonged to his clients. She smiled at his enthusiasm and growing frustration.

Jiaying enjoyed the sessions, she liked Troy and his sexual naivety brought back happy memories of her first years as a whore. She found him cooperative and his innocence was sometimes hugely amusing. The poor boy had a lot to learn. During one of their chats, Jiaying hinted that if he did not mange to pay off his debt, she would have to make up the difference; she was gratified this seemed to shock Troy. Days in each others company created a real bond between the pair and Troy became ever more eager to earn her approval. 

Three days after the first photo session Sheng returned. This time he was even more contemptuous of Troy, going out of his way to humiliate him. The abuse was sharper and more personal if Troy did not do exactly what he was told. The fact that Troy now knew he really was going to be a 'Nánjì' made Sheng's tirade all the more painful. Between shoots Sheng insisted Troy stand naked with his hands behind his back in the centre of the room. The photographer had come with new costumes, which had clearly been chosen by prospective clients. The first was a skin-tight white thong leotard with some Chinese logo on the front. Sheng had Troy on the bed 'doing exercises' and eventually stripping off for more shots of him naked. 

Sheng threw a black latex g-string at Troy, the thing was so brief that the barest hint of an erection was a disaster. Perversely this meant Troy could not stop himself becoming aroused. This earned him more abuse as they had to wait for him to relax. Sheng seemed to take pleasure in buckling a ball-gag and then the wrist-cuffs on Troy as tightly as he could. He took photos of Troy kneeling on the bed and in various poses around the room. He then pulled down the g-string to take more of Troy naked. As a finale, he ordered still shackled Troy over his knee and spanked him with no warning or apology, merely a sadistic delight. Sheng clearly enjoyed taking the photos of Troy's rosy bottom. Throughout Troy was forever being told to become erect or relaxed, the former easy but embarrassing the latter more difficult. The session went on for almost two hours, ending with Troy posing in a navy blue silk nightshirt. Sheng took extra care with this, gradually adjusting the nightshirt so that initially only a hint of Troy's bottom was visible but in time the nightshirt was discarded and Troy was once again stark naked. Troy was exhausted by the end and found it a great relief to get back to Jiaying's sympathetic lectures on anal sex.

They had just broken for lunch when a short, slightly overweight man appeared at the door, he smiled broadly and introduced himself, "Hello, Troy, I am Doctor Chen and I have come to give you a medical."

The Doctor placed his briefcase on the dressing table and indicated Troy should sit down. He started by asking Troy lots of questions about his sexual history, fantasies and sexually transmitted diseases. He evidently didn't believe Troy when he maintained he was a virgin. Moving on, the Doctor took blood and urine samples.

After Troy returned from the bathroom, he was told to sit on the bed and spread his legs. The Doctor then examined his penis with some relish. He held his balls firmly whist taking a swab from the base of the penis then pulling back Troy's foreskin for a further sample. This gave Troy a terrible erection. Worse the Doctor insisted on photographing him. This was too embarrassing; Troy stared at the ceiling desperate to avoid the Doctor's eyes. It was a relief when the Doctor told to get on all fours kneeling on the bed with his legs spread.

"OK, Troy I will need to examine your anus. I will insert an instrument called a speculum. It will feel cold, but shouldn't hurt." The cold metal felt totally alien. Troy winced with pain as the Doctor opened the scissor-like instrument. The Doctor examined him in more detail, taking samples and more photographs as he went. The examination took almost an hour.

"Troy, on your knees."

When Troy obeyed, the Doctor continued, "It will take me a few days to get the analysis back from the lab. In that time you must not partake in any sexual activity. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. My fee is two hundred dollars. Can you please pay me now?"

Troy was taken aback, "Sorry Master, I am afraid I have lost all my money. I did not realise I was expected to pay you. Could you please talk to my owner?"

The Doctor ignored the suggestion, and became visibly irritated, "Do you expect me to treat you for free? Come on boy, do you think I am a charity?"

"No, Master."

"Alright, I don't normally do this with apprentice nánjì. But in settlement you will give me a blow-job. Make sure it is a two hundred dollar blow-job. Come on get on with it."

Troy was amazed, he had never even thought of touching another man's penis, never mind putting it in his mouth. He could not imagine the feeling. Would he be physically sick? He simply did not know what to do. As he hesitated the Doctor stared at him menacingly and snarled, "Get on with it boy." Jiaying had been drumming into his head that he must be obedient and do what his superiors' wanted, and he was under no illusions about some of the things he would be required to do when he started working off his debt. But now he was facing reality. So it was with huge trepidation that Troy forced himself to reach for the man's flies. He still didn't know if he would be able to suck the guy. He tried to tell himself it was only human flesh and he should just close his eyes and get on with it, but he was still frightened as hell. His hands were shaking as he pulled down the Doctor's zip. Could he really go through with this? As he reached for the man's penis, Jiaying bustled through the door, "Ah Doctor Chen. You seem to have finished. The Boss would like a brief word. If you could hand over your camera, that would also be kind." The Doctor looked at her with ill disguised hatred and reluctantly handed over his camera and left. 

Against all protocol Troy jumped to his feet and gave Jiaying a huge hug. She quickly reassured him that they would not make Troy do anything he was not comfortable with, and though Chen was a good doctor she found him a brute.

Although Troy was now convinced he had been kidnapped by one of the large Triad gangs, in fact he was the first boy taken by a small time South London gangster, Sid Cartwright, now trying to make his mark in Hong Kong. The kidnap had been easier than Cartwright (no one ever called him Sid) had thought possible, he merely went to Boracay in the Philippines contacted a local hoodlum (an old South London friend) and eyed up handsome single Westerners. So for ten thousand US Troy was picked up by an attractive Chinese girl, drugged and put on an old cargo ship heading for Hong Kong. Another bribe ensured there were no problems with Customs and a still comatose Troy was carried into the flat at midnight four days after he was kidnapped. They had kitted the flat out for five whores, but Cartwright wanted to operate with just Troy for the first month or so before kidnapping any more.

Cartwright smiled when he thought about the Triad scene he had organised for Troy. The heavies he hired for the hour from a local nightclub. The syringe, one of them was holding was in fact filled with olive oil, he had no idea what smack looked like and clearly nor did Troy. The leader, Johnny, was his accountant. It was almost impossible to think of a more jovial and good natured man, but Johnny loved playing the hoodlum. His fee was going to be a night of passion with one of Cartwright's other boys later that month.

Cartwright had put a lot of thought into the scheme, that he was certain would be hugely profitable if he did things right. He had owned a string of girls in Peckham, the problem was competition. He wanted a new angle, where he could earn premium prices. He was sure women would pay good money if he got pretty boys and they were encouraged to perform the most 'unusual' of sexual acts. When his local partners had seen Troy they wanted to dress him up in some tight satin shorts and send him to a gay club. Quick easy money. But Cartwright wanted to go 'high class', sell him for four or five thousand HK dollars a shot. Costs were negligible, so if Troy only did a couple of dates a day, he would be rolling in it. He urgently need to upgrade the premises and install a properly designed 'dungeon', but using Troy's cashflow he reckoned he could soon easily afford to set up a house with say a dozen boys or even girls. The profits would be immense.

There were two things he didn't know, first could a boy be forced to do the humiliating things women seemed to want and second how long he should run a boy for, before they looked 'used'. He was also unsure if he would he honour his promise of releasing them. Cartwright had been careful to ensure Troy had no idea where the flat was, he didn't even know he was in Hong Kong. If he were to release Troy he would ship him back to the Philippines, so any police investigation would be difficult. He hoped if he put the fear of God (or more properly the Triads) into Troy then he would not dare go to the police. Everyone knew the Triads had more overseas branches than McDonalds and were not quite so friendly. Anyway would he really sign a statement to say he had been used as a sex toy for twelve months? If any of the released boys did to the police, it would be curtains for the rest. Cartwright knew he was greedy but had never been violent, so prayed that it would never come to this.

Cartwright had advertised a boy's services in back of Roissy Society newsletter. This was a mainly female society that liked to beat and then fuck boys. He had been getting replies for the last two weeks. Now they had the photographs Jiaying could reply in Troy's name. Men got the photograph of Troy in the pink satin shorts, women in just his knickers and if either mentioned or hinted at BDSM they got a photo of him naked with his arms hand-cuffed behind his back. The phrasing hinted at a lot, but did not specifically say sex was on offer. 

Cartwright had started getting to know the concierges at the most exclusive hotels, mentioning what was on offer and offering generous commissions. It would take time but he knew word and mouth would bring in the customers if, and only if, Troy performed.

As Cartwright hoped the Roissy Society came up trumps. Jiaying was soon in communication with several ladies and was bullied into sending them ever more explicit photographs of Troy. Cartwright was worried, but he knew one had to be flexible in the first years of any business. Soon bookings were coming in. 

Jiaying managed to get a premium for taking Troy's virginity but the transaction was not straightforward. The lady in question hid under a corporate name and post office box, she also refused to pay until she saw Troy in the flesh. Cartwright reluctantly agreed, when the day came he was as nervous as before his first cat burglary. 

In the morning, Jiaying pressed the buzzer, "Troy, we have wonderful news. You have got your first date. Many congratulations. I knew I could rely on you."

Troy smiled, pleased to see Jiaying happy. He now knew he would do anything to please her. But he could not really understand his own response to the news, there was shame, in that he would soon be a prostitute, fear of what this may bring, but at the same time the anticipation that any boy feels before his first sexual encounter.

"I had better make sure you look perfect." Jiaying stared down, "Before I do you hair, nails and the like, we had better give you another shave. Take a hot shower, get a towel and lie down, I will be back in ten minutes."

Troy did as he was told, leaning back on the towel, spreading his legs. He did not like the pose and swore he would never let anyone else see him like this. This time he would watch how Jiaying shaved him and ask if he could do it himself next time. 

Jiaying returned, and started in her brisk professional manner. She began by covering Troy's pubic patch in eucalyptus shaving foam. Jiaying held him firmly as she pulled the skin of his scrotum tight. Troy closed his eyes, as he could not bare the thought of a razor in such an area. He felt Jiaying's cold professional hands move all over his balls moving his penis back and forth. Finally she seemed happy and rubbed some cream into his skin. Troy felt his balls go very cold and could not suppress an almighty erection.

"Oh, Troy, you seem happy with my handiwork."

Before Troy could think of an appropriate response the buzzer went and he automatically got to his knees. An elegant middle aged man appeared at the door.

"Sir, this is Troy, one of your new boys."

Cartwright looked at Troy, this was the first time he had seen the boy in the flesh since he was delivered. He could not suppress a smirk at Troy's erection. Troy looked at his Master, desperately trying to ignore his arousal.

"Troy, kiss your Master's feet."

Troy did not have time to think, so bowed and lightly touched his lips to the man's shoes. 

Cartwright looked at the boy, he was now beautifully groomed and looked so vulnerable naked except for his slave collar. Jiaying evidently had a good degree of control, but he wondered if this obedience would last with a paying client Troy had never met, particularly if they were to subject him to half the humiliations they hinted at in their letters. Could he act with the needed enthusiasm? Well they would soon find out.

As Cartwright went to greet his client, Jiaying handed Troy some black bikini bottoms, "Your client requested that you were these. You must return them immediately after the date."

Troy had never put on something this brief and with his nervousness and still something of an erection he found it very difficult to put it on. First one side then the other was too tight. It was if his fingers were made of concrete. Eventually Jiaying had to help him, pulling the string properly tight. Troy knelt and nervously waited.

~

Cartwright was determined to meet his first customer. The lady was fiftyish, about five feet tall, thin as a sparrow and perfectly presented in a well pressed Chanel suit. She carried a briefcase and looked as if she was about to attend a board meeting not enter a brothel. Cartwright tried to give her an effusive welcome. But she cut him off mid-sentence, "Mr Cartwright I appreciate your efforts to be polite but frankly I am busy and wish to spend the time I have available with your nánjì not listening to you. Please show the way."

Cartwright was somewhat taken aback, but Mrs Lijuan (almost certainly a false name) was not a person to be disobeyed. He hit the buzzer and showed the lady to Troy's room.

Troy was kneeling in the centre of the room as instructed. Cartwright wondered how such an insubstantial woman could dream of dominating him. Troy was at least a foot taller and vastly stronger.

Mrs Lijuan looked at the kneeling boy, he was certainly pretty and well presented, "So this is your submissive gwailo. So Troy are you prepared to do all the things your letters hinted at."

Troy knew the required answer, "Yes, Mistress."

Mrs Lijuan placed her brief case on Troy's dressing table and pulled out a thick brown envelope, "Mr Cartwright, he looks like the photographs you sent me. So here is the money we agreed. Now please leave, I will not require any further services and do not expect to be disturbed. Is that understood?"

Cartwright quickly ducked out of the door saying, "Yes ma'am of course. I hope you enjoy yourself."

Now they were alone Troy looked at his first customer, his first step on the way back to England. He noticed that the briefcase was not full of papers as he expected but whips and a selection of things in black leather and stainless steel. He couldn't identify exactly what they were, but he was sure they would hurt.




Troy Submits to Discipline



"I hope you aren't some wimp. I like strong men who have been taught their place."

Mrs Lijuan carefully removed her suit jacket, then slipped out of her skirt and finally took off her shirt, being careful not to crease any of them. Troy was amazed to see she was wearing a PVC basque, stockings and a tiny g-string, her body was tight and firm despite her age.

She approached, bent down and delicately pulled Troy to his feet by his slave collar. Then viciously slapped his face, "Your letter said you were a virgin, but you're not are you? You are a cheap whore who sells himself based on lies."

Troy was shocked by the suddenness and force of the slap, he recoiled saying, "No Mistress, this is genuinely my first time."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, Mistress."

"Girlfriend?"

"No, Mistress."

Mrs Lijuan rubbed the front of Troy's bikini, "No playing around in the showers at school?"

Troy replied more forcefully this time, "No, honestly, Mistress."

Mrs Lijuan looked at the boy before her. She wouldn't trust that bastard Cartwright an inch, but perhaps Troy really was telling the truth. She wanted to believe him as there was something really special about taking a boy's virginity. He would remember her for the rest if his life.

"So you really are untouched?"

"Yes, Mistress." 

Mrs Lijuan smiled, pulling the strings on the sides of Troy's bikini and letting it fall to the floor, "Well, we will have to make the session memorable ... and painful." 

Mrs Lijuan went back to her briefcase and returned with a table tennis bat. She sat on the bed, "Come her boy and lay on my lap." 

Troy was scared and still embarrassed about being naked. What was he letting himself in for? He knelt on the bed and gently rested on his client's lap. Mrs Lijuan felt his soft arse, massaging him, then she put her hand between his legs. Troy had been thinking about how it would be to prostitute himself, but no thinking could prepare him for having a woman explore his body as if she owned it. 

Mrs Lijuan suddenly grabbed Troy's hair and pushed his face into the bed. With her other hand she started beating his bottom with the bat. Again Troy had expected pain but nothing like this. Every particle in Troy's body told him to throw the woman off and stop the agony. But he knew he couldn't, if he was to get back to Britain he had to endure this and probably many more such sessions. As Troy squealed with pain, Mrs Lijuan pushed his head ever harder into the satin sheet. She loved the sound of muscular guys whimpering with pain and Troy's arse looked so cute. At intervals she would stop her beating and feel Troy's warm bottom, forcing her hand between his legs to feel his smooth cock. Then back to the thrashing.

Suddenly the beating stopped and Mrs Lijuan pushed Troy off the bed. Troy collected himself and got back on his knees. Mrs Lijuan smiled as Troy looked up to her with his sweet 'doe eyes', "You know, I think you were telling the truth. You really haven't done this before have you?"

"No, Mistress."

"Well let me educate you. Some women like to dominate, in the business world I have done so for years. In the bedroom it is easier to have a slut to satisfy my urges. I have never understood my need to hurt and humiliate boys like you. But without women like me there wouldn't be jobs for prostitutes like you. Now let's play ..." Mrs Lijuan lent forward and twisted both nipples. Troy let out a shriek of agony and instinctively pulled away. Mrs Lijuan held his nipples firmly, as Troy controlled himself he heard her whisper, "Be quiet boy. Defy me and you know you will be punished."

Mrs Lijuan rose and went to her case. On her return she softly massaged Troy's nipples. Troy breathed in, there was something in his Mistress' smile that he knew meant pain was going to follow, somehow he resisted the temptation to get up and run. The pain, when it came, was extreme; Mrs Lijuan had attached a huge clip to his left nipple, as the initial pain receded she put a similar clamp on his right.

"Troy, a well trained slave does not resist his Mistress' pleasure. You are here for my enjoyment and never forget that." She began to stroke his balls and continued, "I have many larger clamps in the case and I will have discipline from my slave. Do you understand? Do you still want to serve me?"

"Yes Mistress. I am very sorry."

"Stand up." Troy gingerly got to his feet, hands clasped behind his back as Jiajing had taught him. Mrs Lijuan, seated on the bed was only a few feet away from his unprotected penis. What would she do now? Mrs Lijuan leant back and raised her foot and started playing with his cock, to start with lightly but gradually with more force, she giggled at Troy's pain.

"Troy you are doing well. I don't know why you sold yourself to that repellent Cartwright man. But I hope you are making a lot of money, because you still have a lot of pain to endure. On the bed, hands behind your back." Troy felt Mrs Lijuan thread some ropes around his wrists. She knotted them tightly then put the ropes around his ankles. This did not hurt too much, or didn't until Mrs Lijuan started pulling the rope tight, it forced his legs back and towards his arms. Soon his ankles and wrists were touching and he was totally helpless, his back ached, his arms ached and his legs ached.

Mrs Lijuan sat on the bed and stroked Troy's hair, "You are in what is called a 'hogtie'. It has been used for thousands of years to train recalcitrant slaves." She then pushed Troy's legs apart and Troy felt force of a dildo in his arse. More pain, was nothing sacred? Troy tried to relax his anal muscles like he had been taught, but the bondage was so extreme that try as he might he couldn't. She pushed harder after what seemed like an age she relaxed the pressure, "Troy it seems you really are a virgin. This time you will survive, on my next visit I expect you to be ready and I will tie you down and fuck you senseless." She stroked his thighs and buttocks, the poor boy was truly helpless.

Mrs Lijuan released Troy and ordered him to lay spread eagle on the bed. He tried to respond with enthusiasm, he was now learning what it really meant to sell one's body and the obedience expected of a submissive. Despite the pain he still hoped for the sexual fulfilment he dreamed of, but knew his client would take only what she wanted. He lay down on the satin and allowed Mrs Lijuan to tie his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. She climbed on the bed and looked down on the now defenceless Troy and started tapping his nipple clamps with her riding crop. Troy winced with pain. She then began hitting him all over his body, concentrating on the tender area between his legs. Looking up, Troy saw his Mistress' almost trance like pleasure as she watched him try to avoid the blows and heard his screams as she struck him. Looking down at her naked slave she asked, "So you sold yourself to Mr Cartwright, how long will you have to work for him?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"Troy I rarely come across boys as handsome as you, but based on that answer I likewise rarely come across boys quite so stupid. You sold yourself and didn't think to ask for how long ... wow!"

Mrs Lijuan dropped her crop and sat between his legs. She started slowly rubbing his penis. As he got hard she increased the speed, "Troy my beautiful boy, you are letting little sadist like me play with the most intimate parts of your body. This is either brave or stupid. Based on your previous answer I think I will go for stupid. This said, I am not here to fuck your brains but your body, so frankly I don't care."

Mrs Lijuan removed a shiny metal spike, about the size of a golf tee, from her basque. She smiled as she stuck it in to Troy's thigh. Troy reacted as if he had been given an electric shock. She moved his penis and stuck the spike into the tender area below Troy's balls. Mrs Lijuan quickened her pace, pushing the spike into his thighs and all around his penis. She laughed with a girlish abandon as Troy thrashed around in pain. The spike never pieced the skin but hurt like hell.

Mrs Lijuan was now very excited and could not restrain herself any longer, she got off the bed and ripped-off her g-string, climbing back on the bed she manoeuvred Troy's very hard penis into her clearly very excited pussy. Troy held his breath, he was about to lose his virginity. God he was looking forward to this, his erection was extreme. He felt Mrs Lijuan hold his cock and the divine pressure as he entered her. He forgot his bonds and naturally responded. She took her time as she went down on him, uttering a contented moan. Her second thrust was quicker. Soon there was no stopping her, the image of the delicate Chinese executive was soon replaced by a skilled but insatiable lover. Troy forgot about the beatings and responded with all his might, despite the pleasure he remembered Jiaying's warning and somehow avoided his orgasm. Every time she seemed close to climax she slowed down, finally she let go and she came, screaming with pleasure. Troy came almost simultaneously. Eighteen years of frustration disappeared in a second. He came quite uncontrollably all over Mrs Lijuan. She took about ten minutes to recover, after which she showered and carefully dressed. Only then did she release Troy from his bonds.

Troy fell to his knees, "Mistress, thank you I enjoyed that very much."

"Troy you are a lying toad. But I forgive you because I certainly enjoyed it."

"Will you book me again?" 

She looked at his pleading expression and knew she would never get bored torturing and fucking the boy, "Yes, I will enjoy watching as you are trained as a real submissive. I rather like your naivety. Anyway I have already paid for your anal virginity."

Troy blushed.

When Mrs Lijuan had finally left, Troy tried to understand his own emotions; there was elation because of the sex, pain all over his body, shame at what he was being forced to do and finally relief that he had succeeded in satisfying his (!) first client. When Jiaying returned to congratulate him, Troy tried to explain his feelings, but knew he was quite inarticulate.

So this was the story of Troy's, and more importantly Cartwright and Palmer's, first date. Over the next year Troy got to know many of the members of the Roissy Society. By trial and error he got to know what was expected of him as a submissive. He ached and sometimes after a particularly bad beating he thought that an idle life as a rich man's catamite would not be so bad, but to his surprise he began to like many of his regular clients and enjoy his job.

Over the next year Cartwright added four more whores to his stable; two boys and two girls. They were all picked up from different beaches in the Philippines. After spending the first month in isolation they were allowed to socialise. Strangely not one of them rebelled. A combination of Johnny's threats and Jiaying's motherly concern meant that Cartwright had to resort to very little actual violence. But he suspected that they had to be given some hope that they would be released, so he decided to free Troy. This would send a message to the others that they could 'fuck their way to freedom'.

One night in September, after a hard session with an Asian lady of a certain age who gave Troy a hard spanking followed by a surprisingly vigorous fucking, Troy went to sleep as normal. He awoke in a very different room. This time he quickly realised he had been drugged. They had clearly kept their word and released him. Troy was shocked to see his rucksack, full of clothes he had almost forgotten about. As he rummaged through he found his watch, passport, and to his surprise some sweet 'goodbye' letters, his slave collar and over ten thousand US dollars. He was free. What surprised him was the realisation that deep down he had quite enjoyed whoring. But there was no going back, anyway he was missing his family, some of his friends and a pint of good warm English beer. Looking around the room, he found some writing paper that indicated he was in Manila. Troy took a few days to adapt to 'normal' life again. To start with it was strange to have the freedom to do what he wanted, being able to pop out for a coffee or a quiet drink, though he was careful to avoid talking to pretty Chinese girls this time! It was also a bit of a culture shock to be wearing clothes again as he realised he had been kept naked almost continuously for over a year. After a relaxing week, Troy booked a ticket for Heathrow.



Troy the Boy Toy



I had gone over to see Red and got conned into not only staying for dinner but helping her out with some things around the house. She and her housemate of the moment, Troy, were busy clearing some heavy brush up, back against the backyard fence. I was responsible for the lemonade and the hefty bags. Which was a good thing because I was not in the mood for heavy labor. Red was into all that kind of outdoorsy stuff, but not me. Of course I wound up in the kitchen making dinner later too. She had come in to shower and get ready for a date, leaving Troy to finish up.

I had just met him the week before when Red had an impromptu birthday party for him. He had just turned 18. I was on the downhill slide into 29 and until the moment I saw him out in the backyard clearing brush, had not given him much thought. Standing at the kitchen window watching him out back working while I diced potatoes gave me pause to consider.

He was kind of short but totally ripped as the saying goes. A short, dark mass of sinew and hard muscle, with the face of a boy. His hair was bleached blonde by the sun. He had a deep tan, a stark white band of flesh would flash as he moved around shirtless and in jeans. 

Red came in to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat of the dinner I was fixing, that was still on the stove. She said she wasn't going to stay for the sit down and eat part, her date had called with car trouble and she was going after him. I asked her if she thought it would be okay to stay and have dinner with Troy. She said yes, of course. He's a good kid. Red and I went way back, we had gone to college together. She was just a few months younger than I was. I asked her to go out back and ask him to make sure or I would just put everything into tupperware and take it home or leave it in her freezer. She was back in a flash with a he said okay to stay. She took off to find her date.

Then Troy came back into the house through the kitchen.

We settled in for dinner. I had made some oven fries dusted in garlic salt and lavished with butter for a side dish. The main course was chicken fillets saute in white wine with mushrooms and onions. That was in the day I liked it spicy. I obviously had no hint of what was to come, so to speak, or certainly would not have gone for the garlic and onions.

Red called just as we were finishing up to ask me to stick around till when she got home, which in her case would be morning. There were some things she wanted to talk to me about but only after a, uh, discussion with her boyfriend. They had been having some problems and she was going to try out some suggestions we had discussed before. I had stayed over night at her place many times, slept in her bed. Alone, we were very good friends but I had no interest in her in that way nor she in me in that way.

I told her that would be fine but I would be indulging in some recreational usage since I had scored earlier in the day. She voiced her usual complaints but acquiesced as was her way. Red could be a bit whiney and complainy.

I went into the living room and set up on the coffee table. I had already seen the cannabis tattoo on his shoulder so I knew Troy would not mind. He did not say much of anything as I cleaned out some stems and seeds. I pulled out my favorite little compact pipe, a real shiny brass number and loaded up. I took a couple of hits and passed it over to him, he readily obliged.

Red had arranged her long living room with a couple different sofas up against the windows at the opposing walls. It was a real long narrow room with windows at the front and side, the other side wall was common to the rest of the house. There was a opening in the back that lead into the kitchen. The bedrooms were in a straight line on the other side of the house. It had two bedrooms and one bath, so she used the two sofas in the living room as guest beds. I usually took her bed when she was away but because I was stoned the TV program on in the living room seemed highly amusing so I settled into the sofa under the front window.

I was just mildly surprised when Troy took the seat next to me instead of the other sofa.

Troy asked if I would mind him rolling a joint to which I responded fine and be my guest. 

Actually he wound up rolling a couple of joints. We sat on the sofa side by side smoking and watching TV. He asked me if I had ever had a shotgun, I said of course but I was usually the giver not the receiver. To shotgun someone involves taking a joint, lit of course, reversing it between your lips so the burning end is inside your mouth after which you blow the smoke gently into someone's else mouth. The theory being this somehow enhances the potency of the smoke and therefore the high, besides which it makes for a rather intimate moment and dangerous one too. It is a bit of a rush because it takes a certain finesse to do it without looking like an idiot, actually getting smoke into someone else's mouth and not giving your tongue a third degree burn. I had the technique down to an art and a science. With an added twist with someone I had more than passing interest in, which would be the only reason for doing it in the first place, I would take the joint out of my mouth and kiss the guy very quickly sealing the smoke into his mouth and mine. This particular act would generally lead to more kissing, although at least once it did not. I had consoled myself with the notion he was just too stoned. 

So I just sort of sat there and looked at Troy for a moment then told him I was older than Red by at least a few months. He knew exactly how old she was because at his birthday party there had been more than a few jokes about his being Red's new boy toy. He just grinned and said something about its just a shotgun with a joint nothing more. That grin should have been warning enough but I was too stoned to notice and agreed to be on the receiving end. He moved in closer, I moved in closer, then he reversed the joint into his mouth and surprised me by taking my chin in his hand and drawing me in close enough that our lips touched. I drew the smoke in with my eyes closed feeling the warmth of his lips on mine, then the smoke stopped there was an instant of nothing and then he actually kissed me. I pulled back in surprise and swallowed some smoke instead of inhaling it, started coughing and choking as he watched with growing alarm. He got me a glass of water which I sipped and he started rubbing my back. I really was stunned not just stoned now, so I asked him what was that about. His answer was to kiss me again and that was when the real fun began. 

He dropped to the floor and scooted in between my knees, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. This time pulling my tongue into his mouth, sucking at it and tickling the roof of my mouth. For one so young he had excellent technique. I pulled back away from him but he held my face in his hands. I pushed back against his shoulders but he simply moved a little further down to nuzzle my neck, then gave me little bites, light nips along my collarbone heading to the very base of my throat. I shoved myself upright off his shoulders into a standing position. He stood up and before I could speak grabbed me and kissed me again, knocking me off balance, we both fell back onto the sofa. Finally I was able to speak and told him to stop in very colorful language. He drew back and we sat back from each other, just staring for a moment. 

He hung his head and apologized. He said he had been thinking only of himself, that he thought himself so fortunate to be in the company of such a beautiful woman...I laughed so hard I snorted. He actually looked startled. I told him he was indeed a good kisser but was totally lacking in any style on his approach. He needed to learn the fine art of seduction, which was not just grab someone you are attracted to and lay one on them.

I laughed again, when he said, so teach me. I was really stoned but very intrigued. Not being in the mood to hold school, I just reconsidered the situation, figured why not and grabbed him, kissed him and then told him to shut up and fuck me.

It was truly amazing how fast two such stoned people could get naked. He was more than happy to take my lead in positioning. Between the fact he was short, my height and the sofa being lower to the floor than an ordinary sofa, it worked out that he was kneeling on the floor between my spread legs as I sat on the edge of the sofa. There was quite a lot of give to the sofa cushion so by putting my feet on tiptoe I was in just the right position and I was still young enough to have a strong back. Something that was ever more important as time went on. I did happen to look at the clock and somewhere in the deepest recesses of my stoned out brain, made note of the time.

Again he kneeled between my legs, this time taking each breast in hand, mumbling some barely audible comment about the size and weight. I reached out to his shoulders and he grasped my hands, placing my arms down to my side. I tried to speak and he covered my mouth with a kiss. He kept kissing his way down to my breasts, teasing first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and licking them into hard points. He pulled back for a moment to position himself and his entrance into me was like gliding hot steel. I came in that instant for the first time. He quieted my moans with his mouth and his tongue danced as he moved in a rhythm we had just created. I was lost in the momentum and shut my eyes to see only the light waves reel and spiral in my brain. My hands clung to his shoulders for a moment then took off on their own, pulling him closer to give me access to his back. I could feel smooth satiny skin over rock hard muscles moving to the beat of his thrusts. He said nothing but put his head down, breathing shallowly, focused upon his quest. I came again and he cried out as I dug my nails into his back, still he did not find his release.

In the very lowest hollow of my spine an ache began, it was then I looked at the clock and realized 30 minutes had passed. I bite his ear to get his attention, breathlessly asking him what he wanted me to do, he said nothing but pushed me back further up onto the sofa. Now we had assumed a more traditional position. The ache in my back was lessened by the soft cushion. In this position he could penetrate me even deeper and had greater control over his motion. I curled my legs as well as I could around him and just lay, watching his face as he strained his neck upward, eyes closed, lost in intent. I could kiss his chest and tongue his nipples by lifting my head just a bit. He shuddered and moaned with each lash of my tongue. A wave began deep between my thighs, a warmth turning red hot as it rushed up to my breasts, across my face and into my head, then another wave, and another. At some point he must have looked down at my face, I could just barely hear him ask me if I was okay. I mumbled yes and dove back in the reverie of flesh upon flesh. Reaching up I took his face in my hands, pulling his mouth down on my lips, sucking his tongue into my mouth, doing my best to match him suck for stroke. Finally his rhythm changed, accelerated and I could sense something building within him. He came with a scream, mine was more of a whimper like heard from someone who had just been jerked out of a dream. We lay collapsed on each other and for some insane reason I looked at the clock again, in awe and wonder that 1 hour and 15 minutes had passed. I started to giggle out of sheer exhaustion, which made him laugh. Then the phone rang. 

Getting to the phone was quite a trick but it was Red saying she would be home in 20 minutes, they had a fight, she wasn't going to stay and did I want anything from the store.

I asked Troy if he wanted anything and between the two of us, we had quite a list. She did not sound appreciative of our constant giggling so the conversation was quick. We both just stood there for a moment and then I asked him who would shower first and considering the circumstances we had better do it separately. He volunteered to go second. While I was in the shower I could hear the roar of his motorcycle as he took off. I never saw him again. I learned later from Red, that he had been gone a couple of days and came back in the middle of the night. He gave her a wad of cash, gathered up what few items he had and took to the road. She never heard from him after that. 

I had no illusions about the night but had not anticipated that now, almost 20 years later, the memories would still be so fresh, intense and wet. 



Troy's Story



This is the alternate POV for my story "Special Needs." Spoiler Alert-Read "Special Needs" First

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"And I don't want to hear one complaint from Mrs. Hayes," my mother said, for the fiftieth time. "Carl, are you even listening to me?"

I was trying NOT to listen. It was the day after my eighteenth birthday, and so far, everything had gone wrong: my grandmother got sick and had to go to the hospital a hundred miles away, and my mother didn't think I was old enough to stay alone (for just one day) until my dad got home from Philadelphia on a business trip with his new partner, Mr. Hayes. Mom decided to leave immediately to be with Gram.

"I'm old enough to stay by myself, yanno."

"You may have just turned eighteen, young man, but in a lot of ways your still a little boy. When you show me you can act like a man, I'll start treating you like one," she said in that tone I hate. "Maybe I'll tell Mrs. Hayes it was your birthday and she'll give you something special to eat as a treat!" Mom laughed.

"No thanks. Why Mrs. Hayes, anyways? She'll probably be old and creepy like her husband. Did you see him?"

"Carl, I'm not going to say anything about your dad's new partner. He's good with business, and that's all we need to know."

"But, he's creepy. Right? All kinda shriveled-like and hunched over."

Even Mom smiled and said, "Well, maybe a little."

"I bet he gets tired walking to the refrigerator," I said.

"Enough," Mom said. "Mrs. Hayes is the only one who could take you on such short notice."

"I could have stayed with Gramma Martin, along with Troy." Troy was my older brother by a year, but he didn't know how old he was. He didn't know much about anything because he was autistic and never even said one word yet. Not that he was any trouble, because he mostly just sat there and did some simple stuff when he was told to. Mom hated it when I imitated him and said it was disrespectful. Dad laughed and said I could mimic him to a T.

"We're almost there, Carl, and you HAVE to promise me you won't be a bother to Mrs. Hayes. She's my age and doesn't have any children, so she doesn't have any experience. Just keep to yourself, and even try to be helpful if she needs anything done. Got it?"

"Yeah. Got it."

My phone beeped with a mew message, and before I could look at it, Mom said, "And, that's another thing ... put that on mute so Mrs. Hayes doesn't have to be alerted to each one of your interruptions."

I hit the mute icon. "There. Happy?"

"We're here," Mom said and parked in the driveway of a big and beautiful house. Bigger and nicer than ours, that's for sure.

Mom said they had a nice pool. I could at least get away from the old lady by swimming.

Mom got out and I didn't move. It was my last protest.

"Bring your bag," Mom said.

"Maybe I'll lose it and have to go home," I said.

"Fine. Make your old Mother carry it." And she opened the trunk and carried my bag to the porch. I stayed put. A minute later, Mom called from the porch, "I told you to come in and meet Mrs. Hayes. Now move!"

I finally opened the door and trudged up to the porch. I sat in one of the chairs there and checked my phone.

A few minutes later, the front screen door opened and Mom came out. She said: "You behave yourself for Mrs. Hayes. Your father will pick you up tomorrow."

I didn't look up from my phone.

Another voice, a voice with music in it said, "We'll be fine." From the corner of my eye, I checked her out as she walked my mom to the car.

Mrs. Hayes was a babe! A major babe. She was tall and tan and her calves had muscles like a dancer. In fact, she moved like a dancer-graceful and easy. She had tan shorts on that showed off a kick-ass butt.

Mom drove off up the street and Mrs. Hayes watched to car for a long time. Then she turned and showed me she had on a tight yellow top tucked in at the waist. Even at that distance, I could tell she had a tremendous rack. First class.

I didn't look at her, afraid I was going to just stare at those tits. She came over and kneeled down next to me.

This is where it got weird. She said in this loud, slow voice: "Troy. Troy, my name is Mrs. Hayes. You are going to stay here in this house tonight."

Troy? She thought I was TROY? I looked up at her to tell her she was crazy, but then something told me to play along for a laugh.

"Troy ... Troy, we're going in the house now."

I put on my Troy face, the one I'd done a million times before, and gave my famous blank stare. Mrs. Hayes pointed to the door. I didn't move until she took me by the wrists and pulled me up to my feet. She smelled of lavender soap, and was way taller than me. My eyes were just above those boobs that were straining to get out.

I thought I'd go for it and get an even closer look. One thing Troy did all the time was hug. Just out of the blue-hug. So I stepped forward and planted my face right on those big, soft tits. I patted her back like Troy did. Although this surprised her, she didn't get shocked or mad or anything. She even stayed still for a minute. I thought about putting my hands on that ass, but voted myself down. For now.

She squirmed out of my grip and looked at me square in the face. Her shoulder-length brown hair fell forward as she bent to face me. She was beautiful. Every feature, every contour. Perfect. I thought to myself: How did a creep like Mr. Hayes ever get a hottie like this? It's a crime. He's tapping this? A bigger crime.

"Troy, let me show you around the house. This is where you'll be staying until your father comes tomorrow."

She showed me room after gorgeous room. I might want to live here permanently (if it wasn't for Mr. Hayes.). When we came to the bathroom, I figured it was time to pee.

This is where I had to make a decision. Do I stop the act, or do I carry on like Troy would have. I chose to carry on. I grabbed my crotch and made the motions Troy does when he has to go and can't remember how.

Mrs. Hayes kept saying, "Do you have to use the bathroom, Troy?" She looked all upset, like she wished she hadn't gotten into this. I don't know why they told her Troy was going to be her guest, but it was providing me with a story that would make my buddies howl.

Finally, she lifted the toilet seat and pushed me in front of it. I started jumping in little hops. What she did next shocked even me: she pulled my shorts down. I almost stopped her, all embarrassed, but instead, I peed-right on the floor. Without hesitation, Mrs. Hayes reached out and aimed my cock at the toilet.

I had this gorgeous woman holding my cock about ten minutes after I met her. She took toilet paper and wiped me off. I flushed the toilet. She said, "THAT, you remember how to do," and laughed. Wow! She doesn't get flustered easy.

If I hadn't been peeing, I know I would have gotten a hardon. That and the shock of Mrs. Hayes grabbing me like that. That would knock the hardon off anybody. With Dad on his trip and my birthday (without Dad, of course, he was always working) and with Gram getting sick, I hadn't had time for a hardon in about four days. I could feel that my balls were stretched full of more cum than since I started jerking off at age twelve.

That would change, though if I could get a look at Mrs. Hayes naked. If she was off her guard thinking I was Troy, that was very possible. Maybe I could even take some phone pics. That would be awesome.

She showed me the shower. Hey! maybe I could get her to shower with me. Troy always came to me with a wash cloth when he wanted a shower. You'd think I'd just throw it back at him, but the way he did it made me help him out. He was a pain sometimes, but he WAS my brother, and I loved him just the same.

She lugged the suitcase up to a bedroom I guessed was mine for the night, opened it, and set it against a wall on the floor.

She sat down on the bed and said, "This is your bed, Troy. I went over and pushed at it, seeing how soft it was and then sat down and bounced like Troy did. Mrs. Hayes played along and bounced too. Her tits did a little dance when she did. I lay back and stared, waiting for her to do something I could react to.

She leaned on her elbow and whispered, "What are you thinking, Troy?" This made me feel a little bad about what I was doing, but after I had gotten her to hold my penis, I didn't know a way out.

Mrs. Hayes got up, pulled me up, and said, "How about a swim. And then we'll have lunch." I, of course, said nothing and sat there.

She lifted my arms over my head and pulled my shirt off. She lightly ran her hand over my chest and shoulders. Then she took my sneakers off. She held my swimming trunks up and said, "Put these on while I put on mine," and she headed out the door to her bedroom.

I took a photo of that great ass as she left. The phone made no sound and she didn't look back.

This was my chance and I had to be fast. I changed into my trunks and was out my bedroom door just as she entered hers. Without making a sound (it was easy being barefoot on the carpeted floor), I got to the door and crouched low. Then I took a quick peek.

Mrs. Hayes faced away from me, giving me a little more courage. She untucked her shirt and pulled it over her head. She lad a lacy yellow bra on. But, not for long, because her hands went behind her and felt for the clasp. I took photos as fast as I could.

The clasp parted and she leaned forward to let her bra fall into her hands. Even with her back toward me, I could tell her breasts were magnificent. I couldn't wait to get a better look at them. But, even better was coming.

She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Underneath she had tiny plain white panties. She pulled these down to reveal the most beautiful butt cheeks I had ever seen. I almost let out a big groan, but was too scared to make a sound. If I got caught now, I don't know what Mom And Dad would do to me.

More pictures of this woman, now completely naked in front of me. She had great tan-lines that showed the shape of her bathing suit. She went to a big mirror standing on the floor and looked at herself for a while. I wondered what she was thinking. I wanted some photos of the front of her, but didn't know how to get her to turn around without being caught.

Then, I remembered how Troy walked around in his swimming trunks sometimes when he didn't quite get dressed all the way. He just kept them around his ankles.

I pulled them down and shuffled into the room. Now I could see Mrs. Hayes in the mirror. I had seen my mom naked once and she was smooth shaven down there. Not so for Mrs. Hayes. She had a big, thick, dark triangle covering an area about the size of a softball. I immediately loved it.

She saw me almost right away and screamed. I pretended I was about to fall, so she ran over and knelt down to pull up my trunks. Seeing her naked in front of me started my cock twitching. I was starting to get a hardon. A hardon for Mrs. Hayes.

I could have concentrated and stopped it, but something made me want her to see it. To stop it, I would have had to look away from her naked body and think of something awful. Instead, i looked at her and thought about sucking those tits. I had my camera silently working and snapping photo after photo for later when I could jerk off in peace.

My cock kept getting bigger and it was now fully erect. She seemed to have forgotten about pulling up my trunks, and knelt there in silence until she whispered, "It's so beautiful."

I was in shock. In a heavenly shock. She was actually admiring my cock. Then I thought of her husband. Maybe he couldn't get it up any more and this was the first hard cock she saw in a while. Whatever was going through her mind-I was in luck!

Mrs. Hayes lips were moving, but nothing was coming out, like she was arguing with herself. She kept shaking her head "No" until she said, "But, it's not like I haven't touched it before?"

I never would have guessed what happened next: With her right hand, she rubbed the top of my cock lightly and then over the tip. Then she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.

I could smell a strange fragrance, and I knew it was her pussy. Mrs. Hayes was horny! I was making a grown woman horny!

"Troy," she said, "you're so huge. I've got to know how big"

She threw her bathrobe on and ran out the door saying, "Stay right there, just like that!"

Huge? I never thought of myself as any bigger than anyone else. The only other hardon I had ever seen was Troy's. He got them a lot, and he masturbated a lot, much to Mom and Dad's distress.

Troy wasn't quite as long as me, but he was thicker.

Mrs. Hayes was gone a long time and I let my hardon vanish. I could have kept it going by checking out the photos I had taken, but didn't want to take the chance.

By the time she got back, all she said was "Oh, no." Then she took me back to my room and said, "Troy, wait here for me while I put my bathing suit on. Then, we'll have a swim."

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Mrs. Hayes had on an orange bikini that was almost sexier than her being naked. Almost.

We stayed in the water a while, and she kept a close eye on me. I stayed underwater once and looked at that crazy body of hers. She thought that was enough.

We ate. I was hungry and acted pretty normal. Normal like Troy is when he eats.

Then, I thought we were in for a long, boring time of her working on that great tan, just lying there in the sun. She put on sunscreen, then, and maybe this is my imagination, but she put sunscreen on me and seemed to be rubbing my body way more than was needed.

Suddenly, she said: "Naked!" She stood up and looked at me and said, "That's what it was, wasn't it? I was naked when you got your erection. Then, when I had my robe on, I had no effect!"

So, she'd been thinking all this time about why I wasn't hard when she got back. Now, she thought she had it all figured out.

What I didn't figure out at first was that she had an experiment planned.

"Come on," she ordered, and pulled me all the way to my bedroom. She roughly pulled down my trunks and got them off my feet, probably hoping I wouldn't stumble around like before. She had me standing there naked. I just stared ahead, staying in character. 

"Be right back," she said, and went to her room.

She came back a minute later with her robe on. She stood right in front of me, said, "Hi, Troy!" and dropped the robe to the floor.

She was completely naked. We were both completely naked now. Again.

And again ... slowly ... I got a hardon. A hardon for Mrs. Hayes. This was so crazy. So wonderful crazy!

"Oh ... my ... God!" she whispered before she knelt down. "Troy, I'm going to see how big this is." I was taking photos like mad, but doing it so she just thought I was looking at the phone with a blank stare.

"Nine and a quarter inches?" she said with doubt in her voice. I guess I WAS big, because I heard six inches is about average. No wonder she was impressed, or maybe obsessed! She measured my circumference and said, "I mean-REALLY! Seven and a half inches? I don't have to be a geometry student to know that means your penis is over two inches thick. That's thicker than my wrist."

As I fought the urge to look at her wrist, I wondered how thick Troy must be. Probably THREE inches.

I thought she was going to get up and we'd go back to the pool, but she stayed there and stared for a long time, moving her lips again, talking to herself. Then, she took hold of my cock and started jerking it back and forth with slow motions. Out of the end of my cock came a string of goo that started dripping towards the rug.

She leaned in a little as if to get a better look at it. She was only six inches away when something made me take a step forward and hit those full lips with the tip of my penis. The goo smeared all over them.

Those were the first lips ever to touch my cock.

"Troy, no!" she said. Not in shock or angry, just in a normal voice. She turned her head and I hit her cheek with it. She turned her face back to me and again said, "Troy, no!"

But, with no rush, I eased forward, and touched her lips with drooling end of my cock. I expected her to pull back, but, to my amazement, she stuck out her tongue and gathered in all that was pouring out of me. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and closed her eyes. I could see her mouth moving, as if giving it all one slow taste.

She opened her eyes, gave me a couple more tugs, and then opened her mouth and leaned forward. I couldn't believe it.

Mrs. Hayes was going to give me a blowjob!

That's when a voice called from the bottom of the stairs: "JEAN!" Mrs. Hayes jumped up, all scared.

Blowjob over, I guessed.

"Be down in a second," she said. The voice said, "I'm going to get something to eat in the kitchen." A big look of relief came on Mrs. Hayes' face.

I can't tell you how disappointed I was. My first blowjob destroyed by whoever that was downstairs. She was on my enemies list, for sure. But, I kept my face blank.

Mrs. Hayes was standing in front of me, naked tits and naked bush right in front of me. So I decided at least I'd get a naked hug. I went for it, and staggered Mrs. Hayes backwards.

She kept her balance, but, as I hugged her close, Troy-style, my cock went between her legs and rested against that forest of pubic hair.

"Troy, let go!" she whispered in my ear, which was close because my head was pressed against her chest.

Her chest-I opened my eyes and saw her right nipple. It was perfect. The outer circle was about the size of a poker chip. It was a light brown against the whiteness of her untanned breast. The nipple itself was round (about the width of a dime) and rosy-colored-and it was hard!

I bent my head down and sucked it in. Mrs. Hayes body jerked stiff as she lifted up on her toes and arched her back, forcing more of her tit towards me. Her head went back and she let out a moaning "Ahhhh!"

I sucked and moved my tongue around and around that hard nipple. Her hips came close to mine with a series of little humping motions, sawing my cock against her bush. After about ten seconds, she grunted, "Unnghhh!" and broke out of my grip and stepped back.

She was breathing hard when she said, "Get dressed.! Then she grabbed her robe off the floor and headed for her room. Before leaving, she glanced one last time at my cock, and lingered there before rushing out.

I looked down at my cock. It was wet and shiny, coated with her juices. I ran my finger over the top, smelled my finger, and then licked it. My first taste of pussy. And I loved it!

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The unwelcomed visitor turned out to be Mrs. Hayes' sister, Janet. Because she had ruined my blowjob, I didn't like her. She didn't like me for other reasons.

I swear she knew I was impersonating someone with my brother's condition. Three times she came over to me and stood there staring. Then, shook her head. Maybe she had some psychic power. Maybe I was crazy.

I did my extra best to keep in character. I sat there looking at my phone. Of all the stuff I had taken so far, there were three things I liked the best:

1. Mrs. Hayes' striptease when she took off her clothes. I went from photo to video mode for that and got the whole thing. Seeing her get naked for the first time was awesome.

2. While I was sucking Mrs. Hayes' nipple, I put my phone low and took a pic looking up toward the ceiling. There I was looking into the camera, sucking away, and above me you could see Mrs. Hayes face, eyes glazed over and her mouth open as she tilted her head upward. It showed she was enjoying this-no LOVING this! And, there was no denying that it was me, and it was her, and I was definitely sucking on her tit.

3. My last favorite, which I didn't even remember happening, was a shot of Mrs. Hayes looking at my mouth as I sucked. She had both her hands on my head, as if guiding me to her breast. She had her eyes half-closed and her mouth in a shape you could tell was her saying "Ohhh!"




Troy's Story



Mrs. Hayes and her sister talked for a long time. It was obvious she didn't like Mr. Hayes (she called him Rodger). Maybe she didn't like anybody.

But, here she had reasons. Mr. Hayes had been neglecting Mrs. Hayes for years because of business. I knew how that was with my dad because sometimes I thought he didn't even remember we existed when he was working hard.

But, the interesting part of him neglecting her was the sex part. Listening in, I found out that they hadn't had any sex in a long time and Mrs. Hayes couldn't remember when she had an orgasm last. AND-she doubted if she EVER had a good orgasm. WOW! No wonder she liked my cock.

I thought about it. Here I was, having by her standards, a big cock. And she had a chance, without anybody knowing about it, a chance to suck on it a little. Who knows what else she was thinking? I knew I wasn't going to ruin this by dropping my act or anything. I'd just see where it led.

Another thing I learned was that Mrs. Hayes regretted not having a baby and that she was sad it was getting late for that to happen. Mr. Hayes seemed to be the problem.

Finally, her sister left, and I was glad. I wanted more "me" time with Mrs. Hayes alone.

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After some uneventful dinner and TV (boring, but I kept looking at Mrs. Hayes tits under she shirt and kept reminding myself that not only had I seen them naked, but had sucked on one of them).

Mrs. Hayes took me up to my room. I was hoping she wanted to see my cock again. But, she had other plans, a shower.

She put me into bed and said, "Good night, Troy. I'm taking a shower." She tried to put the light off, but I wanted to be ready for anything. I put it back on.

After about five minutes, I stripped my clothes off and snuck down the hall to the bathroom. She had left the door partially open, probably so she could hear if anything went terribly wrong out here with me.

I listened and heard the shower water. I put my phone down near hers at the sink, and grabbed a facecloth from a nook holding towels and stuff. I was going to try Troy's trick and get her to wash me.

I got into the shower and startled her.

"Troy!" she yelled.

Maybe she was feeling bad about what had happened during the day, or maybe being with her sister had snapped her back to reality. Anyway, she said, "Troy, we can't both be in here. I'm done, so you can have the shower all to yourself."

That's when I pulled the ace from my sleeve. But, having no sleeves, I handed the facecloth to her and turned my back. The magic of it worked, again-as usual.

Soon, she was washing me all over, and even shampooed my hair. She tried to get me to wash my nether regions, but I was holding out for her to do it all.

She did, but something told me not to get a hardon in the shower where it would be awkward. I turned around and around under the shower-head like I had seen Troy do a hundred times, and I was all rinsed off.

She handed me a towel and dried herself off with another. I just stood there and dropped my towel, like I was helpless.

She got the towel and did a quick drying. I thought it was now or never so let myself start to get hard, hoping she noticed.

"Oh nooo! This can't be happening again." She noticed.

She wiped my chest roughly and looked like that was going to be the end of it. So I took the towel from her and started mimicking drying HER off.

I got close and reached around her, rubbing her butt with the towel. "Troy, no. I'm already dry," she said.

That's when I was close enough to do it again-I sucked at her nipple.

She didn't have that same violent reaction but I could feel her whole body quiver and stiffen. "No, Troy!" she said that loud. "Stop that right now!" But she didn't do anything to stop me.

In fact, when I started swirling my tongue around, she brought both hands up to my head and pressed me gently closer to her. After about a thirty seconds, she swerved her body so that I broke free and was in front of the other nipple. She guided my mouth to it and I gave it the same treatment.

She had her eyes closed and was moving her head back and forth wile making little moans.

My penis was pointing straight towards her, and when I moved my hips closer, it slid over the top of her pubic hair and up her stomach to her navel. I pressed close and it was wedged there.

Her body started moving up and down, rubbing against it. Then, her eyes opened and she said, "Troy, this is going too far. Too far."

She pushed away from me and said, "Troy, I don't know what to do. We shouldn't be like this-naked together. That's what's making that ... that problem." She pointed to my crotch.

My towel was on the floor in front of me. Mrs. Hayes looked at it for a long time, then looked at my penis, which was bobbing up and down with my heartbeat.

I was shocked when she moved forward and knelt on it. The magnetism of my cock must have worked again. Thank God!

Without another word, she reached out and gently took my cock into her curved fingers. They went a little more than halfway around it. She started pulling toward her, and then back. This started a steady stream of precum pouring from the tip. But, not one drop was going to hit the floor because Mrs. Hayes brought her mouth close and licked the end and swallowed.

Then, she took her tongue and went around and around the sensitive head. I couldn't believe my plan had worked. I was still doubtful until she opened her mouth and sucked in as much of my cock as she could get into her mouth.

I had reached back while she was "occupied" and gotten my phone. I took lots of pictures of that beautiful face stuffed full of my cock.

She took her hand off my cock and placed both hands on my butt. Then she started pulling her mouth back and then filling it again, pulling my butt to her. She was guiding me to fuck her mouth. I was a good pupil, and started a humping gently in rhythm.

I was finally going to get a real blowjob, from a real woman!

That's when her phone rang!

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The ringtone, echoing in the quiet of the bathroom, startled us both.

I staggered back, weak in the knees from being on the edge of experiencing the ultimate of pleasure. Mrs. Hayes scrambled from to knees to retrieve her phone.

"Hello," she said in a voice that sounded like she was underwater. Her throat must have been full of my sticky precum. She cleared her throat repeatedly while she listened.

I tried to keep my face a blank-the hardest test yet for me NOT to show disappointment.

"How is the deal going there?" she asked. That's when I realized it was her husband. The thought of him, his presence intruding here on my intimate moment could ruin the mood for the rest of my visit.

That's when I looked at the towel Mrs. Hayes had been kneeling on, and made up a spontaneous and risky plan.

Mrs. Hayes had braced her back against a bathroom wall and was propped up there, standing with her feet apart and planted about a foot and a half from the wall. I decided to play the mimic card one more time. I would mimic her last action of kneeling in front of me.

I placed the towel in front of her feet and knelt before her. "That's really wonderful," she said to whatever Mr. Hayes had said.

That's when I reached behind her and grabbed her butt just like Mrs. Hayes had grabbed mine. Then I used that leverage to pull my mouth tight against those layers of curly, black pubic hair.

"AYYYYY," she screamed as I raced my tongue up and down, parting the dense tangles until I had found her vaginal gash. Up and down I went, again and again.

"Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!" she said with increasing volume. Suddenly, my mouth was being flooded by her lubricating juices. Slick and slippery and strong-tasting-in great enough volume so that I had to swallow every few seconds to keep up with the flow out of her hole.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I do," she said in some feeble attempt to keep up the conversation. "What's being done," she finished with.

Then, I remembered what one of the guys at school had said about the "magic" button every woman had at the top of her slit. He had said it hypnotizes them and makes them cum. You just have to tease at it either with your finger or your tongue. He called it her "clit."

My tongue was closer, so I searched upwards and found a hard bump protuding about a quarter of an inch. I treated it like a nipple and sucked on it.

"NOOOOO!" she gasped. I knew I had found it, her clit.

"Nooo, nooo way I'm not appreciating what's being done," she said in a voice that sounded like she was being violently shaken.

I began to suck and swirl my tongue around. At the same time, her free hand went to the back of my head and started to run her fingers through my hair and then to force my mouth tighter and tighter against her gushing pussy. The aroma was maddening. So potent and pungent.

I took one hand away from her butt and picked up my phone from the floor and began taking shot after shot. 

"Coming soon, " she said feebly before she hit the end call icon. She reached back and let the phone loose from her grip onto the sink's counter. Then she bent her legs slightly, making the muscles in those toned upper thighs bulge with definition. She placed both hands on my head and ground into my mouth with small insistent humping motions. Her eyes were closed and her head thrashed back and forth until she raised her face to the ceiling and screamed:

"NNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEESSSS! YEEESSSS! YEEESSS!"

Then she looked down at my face with unseeing eyes and let out all of the air in her lungs in one low and long: "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

That's when her legs could no longer hold her. If I hadn't broken away from her pussy and caught her and eased her to the floor, she could have gotten hurt in the fall.

It was then it really hit me: I had made Mrs. Hayes cum ... I had made a grown woman cum ... I had made a woman my mom's age cum.

That made me wonder if my mom came like that. For the first time in my life I tried to visualize my mom cumming.

I figured I had it made now. I made her cum so she would make me cum. I was looking forward to this.

After letting Mrs. Hayes rest for a minute, I touched her shoulder. She screamed:

"GET AWAY FROM ME! GO TO BED! GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"

I pretended to look at my phone so she couldn't see the surprise in my eyes. She got up and put her robe on, almost like hiding herself from me. She roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my bedroom.

I still had my raging hardon from all the pussy juice still lingering in my mouth and nostrils and the memory of her orgasm. It would take a lot to knock THAT down.

She guided me to lie on my back and said, "Go to sleep, Troy," and went to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

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I could hear Mrs. Hayes banging things and talking loudly to herself. I crept to her door and listened:

"And then YOU get mad at HIM. You scream at him for YOUR mistake. You're the one that let this get out of hand. YOU'RE the one that gave him an erection time after time today. On purpose too. It's your fault—not his. And what if that erection won't go down? How will you solve THAT problem? You should at least go and check on the boy, Jean, at least apologize to him. Even if he doesn't understand."

I knew two things:

1. I'd better get back to my room quick, and

2. I'd better have a hardon when she came in if I wanted to play on the guilt she was feeling.

I ran back to my room, turned on video recording and put the phone in the water glass, pointing at the bed. Then I thought of Mrs. Hayes cumming and my cock shot straight up.

That's when Mrs. Hayes came in the room. When she saw me, she said, "Oh my God. What have I done to this boy? Troy, I'm so sorry."

I had to find a way to play this totally to my advantage. But how? I figured I'd see what she would do next.

She took my right hand and tried to wrap it around my penis and make me jerk off. Any other night, I wouldn't need much coaxing, but tonight I wanted more. 

I took my hand away and placed it by my side.

She sat on the bed with a look of sadness covering that beautiful face. She said, "Troy, it was so wrong. Wrong for you to give me an orgasm. You don't understand that I have needs, needs that have not been fulfilled for so long. Having you here has awakened something in me I thought was long dead. The sight of you, the sight of THAT!"

She pointed to my stiff penis, and continued: "It's made me want things ... things ... I forced out of my mind long ago. What you did for me is something that should be shared between-"

Whatever else she wanted to say was lost. She appeared to have wrestled with a decision and made a choice.

She said, "Troy honey, I'm going to fix this." She then took her hand and started a slow pump up and down my shaft. My juices started to bubble up through to the tip of my cock. "That's it, let it happen baby," she whispered.

Then, she seemed to be talking herself into using her mouth on me: "After all, I've ALREADY had my mouth on him." She lowered her head, and for the third time that day, licked my juices up and swallowed them. Then she licked all the way down my shaft while cupping my balls.

"Ohhh. So filled with sperm, Troy. I'm going to swallow your sperm, Troy. Will you like that?"

I almost said yes. She started running her lips up and down over my cock, jamming as much as she could with each bob of her head. She stopped, looked at my cock, then at my face, and said with a smile, "So big. So huge. It's stretching my lips. This could NEVER fit into my pussy, you nasty boy."

I nearly came right then. I thought I might get a handjob or a blowjob, but I never seriously pictured my cock entering that delicious pussy.

She took her mouth and hand away and stared at my cock for a whole minute. During that time, her right hand went to her crotch and pressed and stroked lightly.

"Ohhhh my God. I want it. I want it so much." She gave me a few more tugs. "I want to feel this, Troy. I want to feel it so bad. Not with my hand, not with my mouth. I want you, Troy; I want you inside me. I wish you could understand."

What I understood was that Mrs. Hayes was getting hornier all the time. My cock was making her horny, making her want to FUCK.

She got up and with her breathing heavy and uneven paced back and forth. It was torture to wait there, unmoving, as if I didn't care. Believe me, I CARED!

She came back to the bed and stared directly down at my face. "Troy, it would be ... I'm a 40-year-old woman ... and you're ..." With that she reached to her crotch and brought up fingers which were glistening with wetness.

She ran out of the room and I heard a drawer banging open and shut. She returned in a minute with a small square package. I recognized it as a condom. She ripped it opened and rolled a rubber onto me. I can't tell you how excited I was at the thought of fucking this gorgeous creature. But, until it happened, I wasn't counting on it. Too many things had gone wrong today. The only one who had cum so far was HER.

"I shouldn't do this, baby, but I need it so bad. You're so beautiful. I'm going to make us both feel so good." With that she untied her robe, and she was again naked in my sight. And in plain view of my phone.

She climbed on the bed and tried to mount me. I wanted to help, but that would have ruined it. It was the wrong angle or she was too tight, or SOMETHING. Anyway, after a few tries, she pulled me to a sitting position and said, "I need you behind me, like this." She showed me her kneeling position.

I didn't need any more coaching or delays. I mimicked her pose perfectly. She guided me toward the end of the bed and made me face forward. Then she got in front of me on her hands and knees. I could see her open pink vagina peeking through the dark mass of pubic hair surrounding it. I also could see her tiny tight asshole.

She put her chest on the bed and raised her ass high. I knew what to do without any instruction, but, something was bothering me:

I didn't want my first fuck to be with a condom on. And, after listening to her talk to her sister about her regrets about not having kids, I wanted to give her a chance. I wanted whatever was in my balls to become part of Mrs. Hayes. I shucked the condom off and threw it on the floor.

She backed up and I pressed forward, aiming my cock at the wet opening in front of me. It made contact and I saw the very tip of it fit against the entrance to Mrs. Hayes' womanhood. She leaned back and I leaned forward.

"Uhh!" she grunted as that hole expanded to take me in. It was stretching, and at this angle, it had a lot better chance of stretching all the way. I pushed in, somehow knowing I shouldn't try to ram it all, even though that's what my body was telling me to do.

About two inches went in and she said, "Oww. Go easy, go easy." She must have known that Troy wouldn't understand, but she had to say it anyway. She pulled forward until just the head was in and then pushed back again; I pushed forward at the same time. I put my hands on the curve of her hips to steady myself. I pulled gently at Mrs. Hayes, at Mr. Hayes' wife.

That thought made me even happier: I was about to fuck Mr. Hayes' wife.

About half, about five inches of the thickest part of me went into her. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she yelled. "TOO BIG! ENOUGH! TROY! ENOUGH!"

Now I had to make a decision. Do I pull out so I don't hurt Mrs. Hayes, or do I shove the rest in and hope for the best?

I pulled back, and she murmurred into the pillow, "Thank God, thank God ..."

Then, slowly, but without another pause, I pushed forward, holding her hips tight so she couldn't try to escape-and I didn't stop until my pubic hair was grinding tightly against hers.

"AAAAYYYYYYYYYY!" she screamed at the headboard.

I stayed there, fully embedded in Mrs. Hayes vagina for about ten seconds, hoping she would get used to it. Then I pulled out and thrust all the way again. "AAAHHH!" came from her lips.

Again, then again, and the realization broke into my mind: I was fucking Mrs. Hayes. I was fucking her because she wanted my cock. I was fucking her because her husband couldn't do the job. I was fucking this beautiful woman as old as my mother, and she was starting to like it!

After about the fifth or sixth thrust all the way, she said, "Oh, Troy ... never ... never soooo deep! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"

It made me happy that I was bigger than her husband and that I was reaching places he had never been.

My body wanted to fuck as fast and hard as I could, but seeing Mrs. Hayes moving her ass in a certain rhythm made me follow it exactly. We fucked each other for a long time. I was surprised I didn't just come fast, but the whole new experience made me relax and enjoy what was happening.

Then, it was Mrs. Hayes who started to speed up. Her breathing got harder and harder. What had been soft moans before were turning to little screams and low loud grunts.

She got up on her hands, and I could see her tits hanging low under her as they swung to our bodies' movements.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, TROY!" she yelled. I leaned forward and cupped both her boobs, lifting and squeezing them.

This did something to her and threw her over the edge. She said: "Troy ... you're making me ... making me- I'M CUUMMING! I'M CUUMMING! AAAHHH!"

I had done it. I had made Mrs. Hayes cum. And hearing her admit it specifically triggered my own response: I thrust as deep as I could and held there. The tip of my cock exploded with sperm that had been saved up for four days, loads of it. I was cumming into the unprotected womb of a beautiful woman, not into the safety of a rubber.

After I felt I had cum all I could, I collapsed on top of Mrs. Hayes. She melted onto the bed and I rolled to her side with my arm draped over her, trying to keep as much contact with that gorgeous body as I could.




Troy's Story



We stayed like that for a long, long time. These were the best moments of my entire life. I was triumphant, feeling invincible. My mind was saying "I DID IT!"

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Then, Mrs. Hayes moved and raised her head. She stared down at the floor and then sat up-fast.

"Ohhhh ... NOOOO!" she said. She looked at me. It was all I could do not to hug her-for real, kiss those full lips, thank her, and tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I played my part and looked straight up at the ceiling.

She reached between her legs and then smelled her fingers. She got her own blank look on her face. "Troy," she said. "Troy ... you came inside of me. And I lay there for so long. It has to be inside ... inside ... You could've gotten me ..."

She looked at my face, and sighed. "It's my own fault. I knew that feeling was too good to be true. Well, I'll worry about that later."

She leaned over and kissed my chest, then my stomach, and then, she went lower. "You're a bad boy, aren't you? Look at how you got all dirty. I'll clean you up!" And she started licking my cock and balls. She didn't stop until I was again fully erect.

Then she got off the bed, and guided me to a standing position in front of her. I looked ahead and not up into her eyes as she towered over me with her tall, straight body. "You're a naughty, naughty boy," she said. I was confused for a second, because she said it in a tone that was playful and not angry. "You fucked all that glorious boy sperm deep inside Mrs. Hayes, didn't you? You fucked it where Rodger never could. Don't you know it's looking for my eggs right now as we stand here? Don't you think my husband would be angry if he knew you were making his wife cum?"

Then it dawned on me that she was playacting, talking dirty to excite herself. It certainly was exciting ME! I had another erection, probably the strongest one of the day!

"Didn't you know that big cock of yours, without this," she stooped, picked up the condom, and dangled in front of my face, "you could make me a mommy?" Then, she looked at my cock. "I see you like Mommy, don't you?"

My cock took a painful jerk as it tried to get even harder when I heard those words.

"It would be a shame to waste this now, wouldn't it?" She caressed my cock with her palm. "Come with me, little boy. You're going to do something on Mr. Hayes' bed that he never could: you're going to make Mommy cum! Would you like that? Follow Mommy into my husband's bedroom; use his bed, use his pillow-and use his wife's pussy!"

She turned and left the room. I grabbed my phone and followed.

She tore back the spread, blanket and sheet and threw them to the foot of the bed, leaving the big mattress wide open. Mrs. Hayes guided me to the center of the bed and whispered into my ear, "Don't you dare move, Troy, or Mommy will be disappointed. I'll be right back."

She disappeared into her huge walk-in closet and came out a minute later wearing a negligee that stopped just below her pussy. I could see the darkness of her nipples and the deep dark of that fragrant and delectable tangle of hair between those muscular thighs. She went to her bureau, picked up a tiny spray bottle, put a little mist in the air in front of her, and walked into it. The wonderful smell of perfume filled my nostrils.

"I bought this for my husband," she said. "But he thought it was a waste of money because it did nothing for him. He said these sort of things were a gimmick to sell lingerie that had no effect on men. Now, do you agree with him?"

She turned around, modeling her skimpy attire for me. She stopped with her back to me and gave me a long look at that round butt of hers. She looked over her shoulder, and gave an exaggerated shocked look. I thought that something had opened up in her and she was doing stuff she had wanted to do for a long time. With me (as Troy), she probably felt safe to act out all her fantasies. I was more than happy to do my part, which was act like Troy.

She turned, keeping the shocked look. She pointed at my penis. "Now, young man, tell me what's happening THERE! I hope that's not because you're looking at Mommy. That would be so naughty ... so wrong!"

She came over to the bed, and ripped opened another condom package and slipped it on me. "There, I've covered up that nasty thing! What's that you say? You need Mommy's help to make it go down?" She gave a huge sigh and said, "I don't know WHY I'm so good to you when you're looking at Mommy with all sorts of nasty thoughts."

Mrs. Hayes got her her knees on the bed, scooted over to my hips, and then straddled me, hovering her pussy about an inch over my cock. The perfume, the negligee ... I was in heaven.

"Now I suppose you want to put that huge cock into Mommy's tight pussy. Mr. Hayes would not like that at all. He wouldn't want you to stretch Mommy all out so that his cock couldn't feel Mommy's pussy any more. What's that? You won't tell him? You won't tell him you want to fuck his wife? Well then, if that's a promise, then maybe I can make an exception ... THIS TIME!"

With that, she took hold of my cock, fitted it to her vagina and sank all the way onto it. Our previous lovemaking had made her ready for the plunge.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" she whimpered as it disappeared all the way to the hilt. Her head rolled back and forth and around and around in slow revolutions, then her hips began to rock.

"Ohhhh, I should have known such a bad boy would want to be ALL the way inside Mommy. You tricked Mommy into fucking you, you bad boy!"

She didn't know how true that statement was. I almost felt guilty for a second. Almost.

"What's that? You want to see Mommy naked? I don't know-that would be sooo wrong. But, I guess it would be all right as long as you don't tell Daddy." Mrs. Hayes grabbed the hem of her garment and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Now here we were, Mommy and "son" completely naked again.

I wondered what my real Daddy would think of what I was doing. Maybe someday I would show him the video I was taking at this very moment. My phone was neatly propped up on the bedstand.

"You have to promise Mommy you won't suck on her breasts. That milk is for your baby brother, the baby I wanted for so long." She lowered her left breast to my face; it was stretched long with its own weight. I lifted my mouth and did what was expected-I sucked. "AAAGGGHHHH!" She screamed! "Your father would hate it if he knew you were sucking Mommy's tits. He would be so angry!"

I sure wasn't gonna tell him! After a while, I switched to the other nipple.

Mrs. Hayes got down to business and started riding me faster and faster. Moans poured out of her mouth, and when she plunged down extra hard, she let out loud animal sounds.

"Oh, Troy, you're fucking Mommy better than Daddy ever could! Fuck me! Make Mommy cum!"

A minute later, she stiffened and raised her face to the ceiling: "MOMMY'S CUUUMMMING! I'M CUUMMING!"

I let go a wad of cum at that point too. Unfortunately, it stopped when it hit a wall of latex. That didn't mean it didn't feel good though.

Mrs. Hayes dropped on top of me and I let her stay there a while. Then, she rooled to her side, peeled the condom off, and threw it on the floor. That's the last thing I remembered as I heard her breathing go even and deep with sleep. I closed my own eyes and dozed too.

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I awoke, not as I usually do, all at once, but in a series of slow memories: first, who I was and then where I was, and finally, who I was with.

I looked at Mrs. Hayes. She lay on her back, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Her legs formed about a sixty-degree angle. At the vertex of that angle was that dark center of attention. It got my attention-again.

I thought "Why not?" and silently crawled between her legs. I listened once more and her steady breathing told me she was definitely knocked out. Her pubic hair had been pounded to the sides by our gymnastics. I could see her lips and even her clit. The hair was dried with a paste that was probably a combination of my cum and her own brew of lubrication. I didn't care and went in for another taste of Mrs. Hayes' sweet pussy.

I was careful to go lightly, and used only my tongue at the beginning. She jumped a little at the first touch, then settled in like she was having a dream. Maybe a dream of somebody eating her pussy. That would have been awesome.

I licked for a minute or so before I heard her first moan. I checked and saw she was still sleeping, so I went up to her clit and started teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Then, real lightly, I sucked it. A low hiss escaped from her. The slightest jerking of her hips started then, too.

Then, encouraged, I sucked harder, and her hips went faster. It was then she came awake, realized what I was doing and said, "Troy, nooo. I'm dirty now." She tried to push my head away, but I sucked harder and her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I don't believe it ... sooo goood!" It was all a breathy whisper. "Troy, you've opened me. All the things I'd forgotten ... all the hopes I once had ... ahhhhh! You're making me believe that they were once ... real ... mmmmmmm!"

She licked her lips and let her head shake back and forth in a slow rhythm. I sucked in synch with that same rhythm and that brought a long, soft "oooohhhhhhhh ..." that trailed off into silence.

"I thought this part of me was dead, Troy. I thought it had withered and was lost forever. But, here you are, making me believe, for the first time I can remember ... that I'm desirable ... that I'm worthy of these feelings ... that I'm a woman." It was all in the softest of whispers. I looked at her face, and from her closed eyes, tears ran down to her ears as she lay there.

"Troy, you wonderful boy ... no, you wonderful MAN. I wish you knew what you did for me. I wish you knew ..."

Her hands clasped harder, and I took that as my cue to suck harder. Mrs. Hayes hips raised off the bed and stayed there holding both herself and my sucking face a foot off the mattress.

"AGAIN!" she screamed! "AAAAHHHHGGGHHHH! TROY! TROY!" And she went limp and motionless except for a few after-quivers.

I had a raging hardon, of course, but thought it better if she take the lead at what would happen next. I lay next to her on my back, hoping the display of my cock would gain some attention.

It took a few moments for Mrs. Hayes to recover, but when she opened her eyes, her hand crawled over to touch my cock.

"Troy, this looks lonely," she said as she gave it a few strokes. She propped herself up and kissed my chest, then my stomach, then lower, until her tongue licked me. Her mouth took in as much of me as she could and then sucked-hard. I almost let out a few words of my own, but contained myself.

"I've got a place for this, Troy," she said, looking toward my face. As much as I wanted to look at her, kiss her, take her into my arms and hug her forever-I kept staring at the ceiling.

She turned to the nightstand, and then rolled another condom onto me. She draped one leg over mine and took my hand, gliding it hard against her muscular thigh and bending her knee so my palm also could take in the curve of her tanned calf.

I took over and kept running my hand over her leg, enjoying the feel of her length and fitness.

"These legs, Troy, are going to be wrapped around you. These are going to pull you and pull you until you're so tight inside me. Would you like that?"

I wanted to say "Trick question?" but didn't.

"Maybe it's my fault with Rodger. Partly my fault anyway," she said. She was talking to me, but even I realized she was talking to herself. "He never excited me, and I never did anything to really excite him. I began to take any effort I made as a sign of submission-so I didn't-including lifting my legs and opening up and wrapping them around him. But, I want to do that with you, you beautiful boy. I can't wait to do it with you, Troy."

Mrs. Hayes lay on her back, and encouraged me to mount her missionary style. I fumbled a little to keep playing my role, but not too long, because this was my first time in this position, and I was more than ready!

I lay flat on her, and there before me were her tits, so I thought I should do what I do-so I sucked them. "HHHHMMMMGGGHH!" she grunted and gave me a minute to take my fill.

She bent her knees and firmly planted her feet on the mattress. My cock was wedged tight against her belly between us. She kept maneuvering until the end of it was perfectly positioned, and I pushed-hard.

Mrs. Hayes got all of it, all nine, hard inches in one thrust. Just hours before, that would have been agony, and had her screaming. She screamed now, but it was:

"YEEESSSSSSS!"

This position made me want to fuck fast, deep, and mindlessly. So I did, right from the start.

It proved to be just what Mrs. Hayes wanted, or needed, maybe. "FUCK ME! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" she yelled just before she curled those long, gorgeous legs around me and tightened them with all her strength. That drove my cock all the deeper inside the furnace of her pussy.

"NNNNNNNAAAAAAAHHHH" she groaned, while using the leverage of her leg-lock hold to force her pussy up to meet each one of my violent thrusts. This was the first time I wasn't holding anything back.

I just pounded for minutes. The look on her face told me she was in heaven, someplace, if you ask me, was where she belonged.

To my surprise, she unlocked her ankles and took them away from my butt which clenched as I shot forward to invade her.

"Troy ... Troy ..." she whispered, all out of breath, "I want to try something ..."

She put her hand on my shoulder as a sign to stop. I didn't want to, but let her lead.

Mrs. Hayes positioned each one of her legs outside of my arms, which were propping me in position over her. Then she whispered, "I want my feet on your shoulders, sweet boy. I want you to bend me in half. I want to be as open to you as I can."

Sounded good to me, so I made it easy for her as she drew her legs high. In a few moments, Mrs. Hayes' perfectly pedicured feet were resting near my ears. I wanted to kiss and lick and suck those toes, which, up to now, I hadn't given enough attention to, I decided. But-I didn't.

Instead, I explored the leverage my new position was giving me: When I leaned forward, I had my arms pinning her thighs tight to her chest. This raised up her hips, forcing her sopping wet pussy to open up to my cock, completely vulnerable and defenseless.

"Now, Troy-now!"

I thrust hard, and from the SURPRISED "AAAYYY!" that came from her the first few times, I realized I was hitting new depths. That thought drove me nuts, and I fucked for the next five minutes like I WAS nuts.

Finally, Mrs. Hayes screamed, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" I noticed her feet flexed and her toes curled hard. Loud into my ear, she yelled, "CUUUMMMINNG! I'M CUUUUUMMMINGG!"

I let out some grunts of my own as I shot yet another load towards Mrs. Hayes' interiors. Again, all my little guys were thwarted by the Latex Curtain. Not saying I didn't enjoy it anyway.

I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand before I passed out. It said 2:57.

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The late-morning sunlight created shadows on the bedroom floor. The shadows of the windowpanes crossed three light-blue condoms. These were full.

Mrs. Hayes picked them up, looked at the contents, and seemed amazed at how much each one contained.

"Goodbye," I heard her say as she flushed them down the toilet. She mimicked a male voice, I guess her husband's: "Oh, Jean-how come there are used condoms on our bedroom floor?"

We had slept together in the big bed until past 9 a.m. I awoke to Mrs. Hayes sucking on my penis. It was almost all the way erect. She said to it, and not specifically to me, "Time for one more!"

She had rolled one last condom on me and maneuvered me behind her for a morning doggie-style fuck. We both put all we had into it, knowing it would be our last.

After she flushed the condoms, she said, "Thirteen days. And then, "Oh well, I'll worry about that later."

I sat naked on her bed. I needed to get dressed because Mrs. Hayes had gotten a call from her husband saying that he and my father would be here in fifteen minutes.

Mrs. Hayes came in to the bedroom, knelt in front of me, and took my flaccid penis in her hand. "We have some unfinished business," she said before she dipped her face into my crotch.

We had just showered. Mrs. Hayes said she didn't want her husband or my father to smell pussy on an innocent, young boy. We both smelled like lavender soap instead.

She sucked in my entire cock, and it began to grow, and grow, and grow until she could only fit a portion of it in her painfully stretched mouth. There was room for both of her hands on the shaft, and she started with a slow jerking motion.

As I continued to harden, she increased the pace until her hands were a blur. Finally, my hips jerked forward and Mr. Hayes' wife's mouth was flooded by spurt after spurt of hot streams of semen and sperm.

She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of it dripped through her nose.

Then it was over. I had cum in her mouth and she swallowed the entire load.

She led me to my room and put fresh clothes on me. 

She looked at me a long time, and I don't know what was going on in her head. She finally said, "Troy, you've given me so much pleasure. Thank you."

Then, I heard the door open and, "Jean! I'm home. And Jason's here."

She went downstairs, and left me to listen—and to worry. This is when it could all go wrong. I had been lucky yesterday to get away with Mom not calling me by my real name. Maybe my luck would continue. If it didn't, Mrs. Hayes could make lots of trouble, or go crazy, or something. None of it would be good for me, that's for sure.

"I hope the boy didn't give you any trouble," my father said. "He can be a handful."

"I bet he can," Mrs. Hayes said.

"Where is he," Jason asked. "We need to get home."

"He's upstairs. Want me to-" Mrs. Hayes started to say before my father cut her off.

"CARL!" my father called. "Get your butt down here!"

"Carl?" Mrs. Hayes said, "you had told me it was Troy."

"Did I?" her husband said. "Must have been a slip of the tongue with all that was going on with the deal."

"And Troy?" Mrs. Hayes' voice was getting loud with a hysterical tone to it.

"Yeah, Troy's fine," my dad said. "He's with his grandmother. It was easier for her to take care of him since he doesn't ... let's say need much attention because of his condition. It was Carl we were worried about because he's a rascal and always getting into something. I hope he wasn't too much bother."

I heard only silence, and decided I'd better get involved. My best chance was to talk with Mrs. Hayes alone and try to get her to see it was easier to say noting to either my family or her husband.

For the first time since I got there, I spoke, yelling down the stairs: "Mrs. Hayes, could you help me for a minute?"

She didn't say a word as she walked up the stairs.

"Not too long," my dad called behind her. "We still have to pick up Troy."

I was standing near the window, looking out when she entered.

Mrs. Hayes came in like slow motion, with a sick look on her face and said just one quivering, shocked word: "Why?"

I had been standing and looking out the window, wondering what I was going to say. I turned and looked her in the eyes for the first time. It felt good to act normal again. I said:

"Why? For a joke. At first. When you started talking to me like I was Troy, I thought I'd go along for a laugh. But, after you helped me go to the bathroom, I started getting other ideas. I started looking at that great body of yours and thought maybe I could get a look at you naked if you believed I was poor, helpless Troy."