4 comments/ 67269 views/ 4 favorites Discovering New Kinks By: fantasyhunter2 As I took the long elevator ride down from my ex-wife's lawyer's office, I began to contemplate how at 42 I had arrived at that point in my life. With just our signatures we had ended 18 years of marriage. Of course in truth it was over well before I signed the formal document. The home we had built together had been sold weeks earlier. Our possessions had been split between my new apartment in the city, her townhouse in one of those new-town type communities and the Salvation Army. Everything had been very civilized and agreeable. Our years ago decision not to have kids helped make our split easier. The funny thing was that I couldn't point to a single thing that was wrong with our marriage. We rarely fought. Even when we did quarrel the arguments were mild and short-lived. We truly liked each other and in our way we are still in love. But the passion was long gone. I guess that lack of passion is what doomed our union in the end. We both had tried to find the missing passion in the arms of another a few years back. But even those affairs could not explain the divorce. Early in our marriage we had both acknowledge that we were poor candidates for monogamy. That was a big factor in our decision not to have children. We were too into our own pleasures to be the kind of parents we both felt kids deserved. I had known from shortly after the first time that we made love that she was bisexual. Far from being the problem she thought it might be it was a big turn on for me. Our foray into an alternative sexual lifestyle began about four months after we started dating. She invited me to her apartment for dinner and a night of video watching. When I arrived I discovered there was another guest, one of her co-workers, a girl I had met once before. Ginny was a hot blond with a great body. But I was not thinking about that when I discovered Valerie and I would not be alone that evening. All I thought was another guest meant I wasn't going to get laid. That was far from the reality. The two of them had cooked up a surprise. After dinner and twenty minutes of watching a semi-hard core porn video things heated up fast. I got my first live show of female on female sex. While I didn't get to fuck Ginny as I would have liked, having two hot naked women kiss each other with my dick in between them was incredible. Fucking Val from behind while she ate Ginny was the highlight of the evening. That first threesome led to many more. Val began to bring other women into our bed and on occasion used me as bait to pick them up. We stuck to one rule, I could touch and taste but I was not allowed to fuck any of the other women. That worked well for me since I got everything else along the way and Val's almost insatiable pussy was plenty for me. The rules changed about two months after we got married. It was the night of my 25th birthday. The bastard of a boss I had at the time had somehow managed to schedule me for a late meeting that day. Val greeted me at the door in a nearly transparent short nightie. She handed me my favorite drink and asked if I wanted anything to eat. Even if I had been starving I doubt I would have asked for food after that greeting. She suggested I take a shower and join her in the bedroom after I declined food. I quickly washed the day's body odor off and dried myself. Since it was obvious what she had planned I left my clothes and towel on the floor and walked naked down the short hall to our bedroom. I was discovered that there was more to the evening than I had imagined. "Surprise, baby! Happy birthday!" Val said sheepishly as I stared at the unexpected sight I found. There on the bed was our old playmate Ginny. She was naked and tied spread eagle to our brass four-poster bed. She looked better than ever and seeing that hot body tied helplessly to my bed caused my cock to instantly spring to life. Val reached over and spread open our guest's hairless pussy. Her deep pink inner lips were already glistening. Clearly Val had been playing with her friend's pussy while they waited for me. "Baby, Ginny told me that she missed your tongue," Val purred as she slid one of her long manicured fingers inside the sexy blonde's aroused body. "Her cunt is hot and ready, Greg." I practically leaped to the bed and buried my face between Ginny's widely spread legs. As I lapped at her clit and drank in her flowing juices, Val continued to finger her friend's pussy. The helpless woman's moans soon told me she was cumming. I added my finger to Val's and we both finger fucked Ginny as I licked and sucked her clit. She thrashed on the bed and struggled against her bindings through several more orgasms. She began to beg me to fuck her. Being unaware of the change in rules, I did not despite my desires jump upon her and give into her request. "Well, baby, are you going to let our guest suffer? She needs that big cock in her hot cunt!" Val moaned into my ear. I raised my head and looked at her incredulously. I suppose I feared that I was being tested. I couldn't believe after all the women we had shared while still single now that we were married Val was going to let me fuck another woman. "She is your birthday present, Greg. I know how much you have always wanted to fuck her. Truth is I have wanted to see you fuck her for while. Now pound her cunt good for me baby!" Val practically ordered. Test or no, I could not resist the chance I was being given. Val was a great lay. But Ginny was the hottest chick I had ever been in bed with and it had been two years since I had been inside any woman but Val. I kissed Val and then turned my full attention to my present. I climbed up Ginny's writhing body kissing her sweat dampened flesh as I moved up. I paid special attention to her heaving tits. I had always loved suckling her exquisite breasts but I did not tarry there long that night. I locked lips with Ginny as my cock found her gaping wet entrance. My cock easily slid to the hilt as our tongues danced. I began to thrust in and out of her as Val removed the bindings that held Ginny legs. My sexy present wrapped her long legs around my torso and took control of the action. Her thighs squeezed me as she pulled me hard to her body. We ground together, our moans becoming an erotic chorus as the sounds escaped around our sloppily kissing lips. Suddenly I felt and new sensation. Val was between our legs, licking my balls and Ginny's sex as I humped my wife's best friend. It was not long before Ginny was cumming again. I soon lost control and erupted inside her cunt. It felt as if all the fluid from my body was being drained into her warm wet canal. I could hear the sounds of Val sucking Ginny's leaking juices from my balls. When my orgasm subsided, my wife practically pulled me off of Ginny. "Mmmmmmmm, I have always wanted to taste your cum mixed with this hot little slut's juice," Val cried as she buried her face between Ginny's leg. I lay beside them as my wife licked and sucked my cum combined with Ginny's creamy juices from my present's still quivering cunt. After a few minutes, Val demanded I eat her pussy. I happily indulged my wife's desires. It was dawn before we finally went to sleep that night. We all came numerous times as we coupled in various ways the rest of the night. Me fucking Ginny became a regular part of our sex life for a time. She dropped out of the game after a couple of years when she got serious with some new guy who was very conservative sexually. That didn't much matter because by that time we had found other partners to join us. All restrictions were gone. We even started adding other men to the mix usually in the form of another couple. We did some swapping though mostly we only fucked others in the presence of each other. Also, though I shared my wife and bed with other men there was never anything more than incidental touching between me and the men. It had never crossed my mind to break that barrier even though I found it exciting to be fucking a woman while watching her husband fuck Val right next to me. I even found it exciting when we occasionally brought a single man home and I watched Val suck his cock. I also ate plenty of cream pies. I just never considered actually touching the other guys. In fact I flatly refused to consider it when Val wondered allowed one night while we were alone about me sucking a cock with her. I really don't know why the wildness of our sex life began to diminish. I do know that Val was the first one to have an affair completely outside of the marriage. One day she told me that she had met a guy that really pushed her buttons sexually. I of course suggested she invite him over. She explained that he knew she was married and knew that we shared our bed. She also said he was not interested in a threesome and his wife was so straight that she did little more then her absolute marital duty of missionary style sex and that was rare. He had made it clear that he wanted to fuck Val with no strings attached. The truth was I didn't see much difference in that kind of an arrangement then anything else we were doing. I basically gave her my blessing on the condition that if the situation ever came up for me I too could fuck someone else. She happily agreed. I can't say that the arrangement wasn't exciting to me at first. She would come home and tell me about the sex she had with the guy. It would always result in my getting pretty much anything I wanted from her after she got me hot and horny with her stories. She would suck and lick my cock, balls and even ass for as long as I demanded. She would let me fuck her cunt and ass as hard as I liked. There were times she would come home immediately after he fucked her and I would eat his cum from her cunt while she told me what they did. It was an unhappy time for us when he got transferred across the country. I knew that she was fucking other guys after that even though we didn't talk about it anymore. She was searching and not finding his replacement. I began to search for something too. I had several affairs which I never bothered to tell Val about. I was within the new rules. It was emotionless sex. I still loved Val. The other women were just a desperate hunt for the sex life I had once had with my wife. After a few years of a totally open marriage Val finally broke the only rule we had left. She fell in love with another guy. I think she still loves me, but not the way she needs to love me. We became comfortable in our love and ended up friends. Funny thing is this guy whom she now shares her new house with is completely straight-laced. Though she says he is great in bed, even a bit wild in private, he would never consider anything like the sex life Val and I shared. He claims that Val is only the third woman he has ever slept with. The first was his college sweetheart of many years, the second his wife who died a few years ago. He is a nice guy. They are planning to get married and raise his kids together. I on the other hand was still searching for something. As I stepped out into the sunshine of the city, I stood motionless. I didn't really know where I was going. I had the day free and nothing to do. The warm sun felt good; the traffic and noise of the city were somehow comforting. It was like I wasn't alone even though I had just been severed from my other half. I decided to walk to my apartment and change into casual clothing. I was going to explore the city that was now my home. As I turned I smacked into a man that was walking along the sidewalk. It turned out to be an acquaintance of some years. "Damn, Greg, glad you weren't in a fucking car!" He exclaimed. "Oh, shit, sorry, Don. I am in a bit of a fog right now. I just signed the final papers," I replied quickly as we shock hands. Don Fielder was a striking man in his mid forties. He kept fit and still had a full head of sandy hair. His green eyes always seemed to sparkle. I am sure if Val and I had met him earlier in our marriage she would have wanted to bring him into our bed. I am not sure if she ever tried or even did fuck him outside our bed. Though he was an acquaintance of mine through a business contact we had both known him socially. He had been to our house a few times and we often saw him at mutual friend's parties. Val and I had made no secret of our breakup so Don knew about our impending divorce. "Sorry, buddy. I didn't know today was the day," He said sincerely. "No problem. No reason for you to know; just another day in the life really. Our marriage has been over for awhile," I said with more than a hint of sadness. "So who got me in the divorce, you I hope?" He asked with a big smile. "I will have to check the papers, but I will fight her for you," I joked back. We both laughed. My laugh was forced which Don seemed to pick up on. "So what are you doing today? You shouldn't just go brood over shit on your own. I am off today, how about I buy you a drink and maybe dinner later? I know what it is like to be newly single," He said as he clapped me on the shoulder. Don had been divorced about three years earlier. I never really knew the particulars. I had never met his ex even though I met him before the divorce. "Well I was going to head to my place and put something more casual on, but after that I would be great to have some company," I replied. He asked where my new place was and after I explained he said that his place was on the way. We decided to stop as his apartment so he could change and then go to mine. Between his place and mine we stopped at the liquor store and picked up some libations. Once we got to my place, Don made the drinks while I changed. When he handed me my drink he asked if I wanted to smoke a little pot with the drinks. It had been years since I had last gotten stoned and divorce day seemed the perfect day to change that. The pot he had was very potent and we were soon sitting on my sofa laughing our asses off about things that were likely not all that funny. That day Don and I went from being acquaintances to the beginning of friendship. Over the next several weeks we spent a lot of time together. Sometimes that time included drinks or smoke. Other times we just talked. He helped me a lot with my transition. I began to tell him things I never told anyone. He learned all about my marriage and the sexual adventures Val and I shared. I learned that he was bisexual and that was the reason his marriage failed. She couldn't deal with the idea that he had sexual desires she could not fill even if he denied himself for her. Oddly, I had mixed emotions over his not obviously trying to seduce me. He knew from the way I spoke of my group sex experiences that I had not been interested in guys. So I was grateful and pleased that he didn't try to expand my sexual horizons. At the same time somewhere inside me I felt a bit hurt. I wondered if he wasn't attracted to me. The idea that I actually cared whether a bisexual man was attracted to me was confusing. The fact was that I knew that I had been in bed with bisexual men and I had turned down their advances. I was at least 98% straight I figured. Eating cream pies and enjoying watching a hard cock slip passed Val's lips accounted for the other two percent in my mind. But anyway there I was wondering why this guy who I knew liked sex with men wasn't hitting on me. That wonder I guess led to more curiosity that I had ever allowed myself about gay sex. It also didn't help that he had talked me into joining his gym and I was regularly seeing him as well as other fit men naked in the locker room, sauna and showers. My mind would sometimes wander as I surreptitiously checked out the myriad of cocks that were on display at the gym I had of course seen many man naked when Val and I were swinging, but it had been since my early twenties that I had spent much time in a gym locker room. I think knowing about Don's bisexuality must have contributed to my frequently wondering which other men at the gym might be bi or even gay. After a time some of these thoughts began to invade my sleep. I would dream about men having sex with other men. At first there were no specific faces, just cocks, asses and lips. Then some guys from the gym began staring in my nighttime porn show. Don popped up occasionally too. I woke up in a cold sweat the first night I made an appearance having sex with a guy or more accurately a cock in my dreams. The dreams continued to escalate and almost always included me and a specific man, mostly Don after awhile. About six months after that day at the lawyers, I had my first awake gay fantasy. I jerked off while thinking about sixty-nining with Don. I decided that it was my lack of regular female companionship that was fueling my dreams and fantasies. I had tried hookers and casual sex with barflies and a female acquaintance. For whatever reason those encounters hadn't cut it for me. So I allowed myself to continue using my male/male sex curiosity as fodder for my masturbation fantasies. Through all this time, Don had never so much as hinted at us being together. That began to bother me more and more. Finally I decided to ask him why he hadn't hit on me. I invited him to my place after the gym one evening. I thought that a drink or two and maybe a joint would give me the nerve to actually ask a man why he didn't want me to suck his cock. As I fixed the drinks my hands were shaking. I doubted that I would go through with the plan. But then I remembered how good he looked in the shower that afternoon at the gym. Fuck what was I thinking, I asked myself trying to rid my mind of the image of my friend naked and covered in soapy lather. Don was a great looking guy, clothes on or off. I had never had trouble recognizing good looks in men. I was aware that I had noticed his looks a bit more, especially after seeing his muscular body in the shower the first time. He was well proportioned but not overly muscled or hard. I would even have to say he was cuddly. He had just the right amount soft looking fur on his body so as to look masculine without looking like a wild beast. He could easily have been a nude model. As I handed him his drink he must have noticed that I was acting a bit weird. "What's up, Greg? Your fucking hand is shaking like a whore in church," He asked with a big sexy smile. "Nothing really, just a bit on edge today, I guess. You don't happen to have any of that kick ass pot on you by any chance?" I lied in reply. He did have a joint in his pocket which he lit and happily offered to me. After the joint and two drinks I was loosened up enough to ask my question. "Don, I have a question that has been kind of festering for a bit. It is a somewhat personal but I think we have become close enough friends that we can talk about most anything," I said hesitantly with a bit of a slur. "I agree there shouldn't be anything that we can't discuss. So shoot, what's sticking in your craw?" He replied with a tell-tale tone that anyone would have taken for inebriation. "Well here it is, I been wondering and maybe even a little insulted about you never hitting on me. I mean you clearly like screwing guys. What is it about me, am I really that unappealing?" I blurted out. "Fuck no, you are hot!" He nearly shouted and began laughing. "Are you really serious that you feel bad because I didn't hit on you? Christ you made it pretty clear you had no interest in cock, man. I was just respecting your wishes." "Oh I see. Sorry, I should have known that was it. You are a fucking great guy and a really good friend, Don. I don't know why I have been feeling bad about something so stupid. Maybe, with divorce and not really being able to find the right partner I have just been projecting feelings onto other situations." "No problem, Greg. Geez I just wish you would have said something sooner. I hate to think you were feeling bad and keeping it inside. I told you that I was here for you. I really want to help you through all of the shit that goes with divorce. Hell just having you to talk to has been great for me. There aren't many straight guys who I can be so open with you know." Discovering New Kinks "You have helped me to move on. I don't know why I haven't been able to mention these feelings before. I guess I was embarrassed to even care if a guy found me attractive." "You sure there isn't any more to you feelings? Lots of guys are curious you know. It isn't a big deal if you have been having thoughts about sex with guys." I don't know why but his sincere tone made me open up. "More like dreams," I said softly. "Oh fuck, I bet there isn't a guy on the planet that hasn't had a dream like that. Most would never admit to it, but they all have them." "I don't know, Don. I doubt all guys have had dreams like I have been having lately." "Well I don't know what you been dreaming. But I do know that curiosity is natural. Shit you have seen more hard dick than a lot of gay guys even. To top it off you now have a close friend that is into sex with guys. How the hell isn't that going to invade your subconscious at some point?" "Maybe so, but it is in my conscious too." "What do you mean? Are you thinking about trying a walk on the wild side?" He asked a bit incredulously. "No, no," I quickly protested. "I haven't been thinking of doing anything for real, but I have had awake fantasies about it." "So you been jacking while thinking about dick, buddy?" He asked with a big smile. "Um yeah, I guess I have," I answered almost silently. "Don't be embarrassed. Shit more guys than you could imagine, have done that. Was it my cock?" "Sometimes." I knew something was happening and if I let it go on my fantasies were likely to become reality. "I'm flattered." "Oh fuck, Don. You know you are a god damn stud!" I exclaimed despite myself. He looked at me funny as if trying to make a decision. Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes. I because I was desperate to take back calling him a stud. Him I assume because he was contemplating his next move. That move shocked me and changed my life. He put his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed as he leaned over and looked into my eyes. "Greg, I think you are fucking hot and if you want to indulge your curiosity I would be thrilled to go to bed with you," He said softly. "We can go as slow or fast as you want. You chose the limits and if you get to point where you can't continue we will just stop and let it be." I sighed but was unable to voice an answer. Though I was searching within for the strength to deny my feelings and tell him no, I knew I wanted exactly what he had proposed. I wanted to lead him to my bedroom, get naked and let him teach me what it was like to make love to a man. I stayed silent, trembling as he caressed my thigh through my pant leg. "You ok, buddy?" He asked after a few minutes. "Yes or no, I hope this doesn't fuck up our friendship. You are the best bud I have had in a very long time. I really don't want to loose that." Even as he seemed to be backing off he did not remove his hand from my thigh or lean away. His sparking eyes seemed to be piercing deep into my soul as he stared at me unblinking waiting for an answer. I knew above all that I did not want to loose his friendship. Suddenly it occurred to me that I had to decline sex with him. If it went bad or I hated the experience I didn't know if our friendship could survive. "Yeah, I am ok. But I don't know if it is a good idea for us to go any further here. Honestly, I am curious about the whole guy sex thing. I have to admit I find you very attractive. I have noticed guys before and as you say I have seen my share of hard dicks. But you are the first I ever let myself get really attracted to. I just don't want to screw up a great friendship with a little screwing around." "No reason to reason that a little exploration has to ruin our friendship," He said with a smile that would melt the polar ice cap. Then he slid his hand up my thigh as he moved his face slowly toward mine. Discovering my cock was almost fully erect seemed to be his cue to press the situation. I felt the slight stubble of a day's growth of bead as our cheeks brushed. I made no protest as he pressed his lips softly against mine and squeezed my trouser bulge gently. His tongue touched my lips and I opened them to let him in. I was making out and being felt up by a man for the first time. Butterflies were doing a circus act in my stomach as his tongue teased mine into joining in a sloppy erotic dance. After several minutes of passion filled kissing he pulled back. "Shall we get more comfortable and continue, or do you want to stop?" He asked in what I thought was the sexiest voice I had ever heard. I stood up and took his hand and led him toward my bedroom. "I don't think I am going to want to stop until morning. But please promise me, no matter what comes, tomorrow we will still be friends," I said as we stepped through the door of my bedroom. "No worries, I will always be your friend, Greg," He said as he pulled me into his arms. This time as we kissed, standing just inside my bedroom, he began to fumble with my belt and zipper. Soon my pants were in a heap at my ankles. We both kicked off our shoes and I stepped free of the rumpled cloth. His mouth muffled my cry of pure pleasure as he slipped a hand into my underwear and began gently caressing my cock. His touch was amazing. He was gentle but at the same time handled my dick with a firmness that no woman ever had. To my surprise he fell to his knees as he yanked my underwear down. I was standing there in just a polo shirt with my hard twitching cock inches from another man's face. I felt like I might cum from the sheer excitement. He caressed me from the tip of my cock to the base of my heavy balls with his warm wet tongue. I had never felt more wanted in my life. His tongue and fingers danced all over my cock and scrotum sending waves of pleasure through my body. When he took me into his mouth for the first time my knees nearly buckled. I had to steady myself by gripping his shoulders. My action encouraged him and he took me deeper. I felt his nose press into my pubic hair as my cock head slide into his throat. Few women had ever taken me that deep and none had ever done it so fast and smoothly. After several minutes of being deep throated I knew I would cum if I did not stop him. For whatever reason, I was not ready for an orgasm to interrupt and perhaps end our encounter. I pulled him away and told him that I needed to relax. He stood up and we kissed again. Then I suggested we get in bed. I stripped off my shirt and he stripped off his clothes. Once in bed, we embraced each other, fully intertwining our naked bodies as we kissed deeply. I felt a hard cock rub on my flesh for the first time and found it extremely erotic. We rolled around on the bed, kissing and rubbing against each other. "I want to try sucking you," I said nervously in a shaky voice. He smiled and told me to relax as he gently caressed my cheek while looking deep into my eyes. Somehow he sensed my fear and insecurity. "Just go slow. Let it come naturally to you," He half whispered, half moaned. His words were both assuring and commanding. He carefully guided my face to his well toned chest. I nuzzled and kissed his firm pecs, surprised that the soft fur covering his skin did not turn me off. I found his left nipple and tentatively licked the hard little nub that set proudly amid a dark smooth circle. The lack of fur around his nipple was in stark contrast to the rest of his flesh. I began to suckle him as if his small tit was a full feminine breast. His moans told me he enjoyed having his nipples sucked. I moved my lips to the other side and he took hold of my hand. He guided my fingers to his free nipple as I sucked on his manly chest. He used his fingers to show me that he liked having his nipples squeezed. I soon found out he like having them bitten also. After at least fifteen minutes of my licking, sucking, squeezing and biting his man tits I felt him push my head. I was being given new instruction. He wanted me to move lower. By that point I had completely given over control to him. I kissed my way down his abdomen. His abs were not as hairy as his chest but there was a clear trail of fur leading me to his hard thick cock. Suddenly, I felt an urgency to get his tool into my mouth. But he did not allow me to neglect any part of the trail. As I tried to skim over his stomach to get to his tool, he took hold of my head and commanded me to slow down. Only guessing what he wanted I nuzzled and nibbled his flesh. His contented sounds and releasing of my head told me I had guessed correctly. Though in great shape his abs were not rock hard and I rather enjoyed the little bit of middle aged softness in his belly. I became more adventurous and slipped my tongue into his small belly button. He giggled and reached for my head again. He caressed me as I continued to tease his navel with the tip of my tongue. I was struggling with my urge to move on and suck his cock. Two separate desires were battling within me. I wanted my first taste of dick and I wanted to do as Don commanded. Fortunately he soon gave me new orders. "Greg, are you ready to taste cock?" He asked in a stern tone I had never heard him use before. "Mmmm Hmmmmm," I mumbled into his flesh. "Good, then you may lick my dick head!" He barked. My entire body tingled when he gave me permission to taste his cock in such a commanding tone. I was experiencing two new sexual kinks at the same time. I was having gay sex and being submissive. I moved down a bit and lifted his already dripping cock up. I sort of examined it for a minute which caused my new lover to bark another command. "I said lick my cock!" His words were accompanied by a gentle swat on my exposed ass. I quickly moved my mouth to his dick and ran my tongue around his cock head. I was startled by the feel of his spongy flesh against my tongue. While his shaft felt like steel in my hand his cock head felt almost like velvet against my tongue. I began to lick wildly lapping up his dripping precum in the process. I had imagined that tasting a man's fluid would be unpleasant but to the contrary I enjoyed the slightly salty sticky treat Don fed me. More commands came and were followed. First, I was told to lick his shaft which I did with wild enthusiasm. Next, he wanted his balls licked and then sucked. By the time his cock and balls were thoroughly covered with my saliva I was hooked on cock. I wanted him in my mouth and was ready to beg him to allow me to suck his dick. His next order took me completely off guard. "Lick my asshole, baby!" He said as he raised his legs up to expose his hairy hole. I had licked many women there. But when faced with his hairy musky male asshole in my face I hesitated. That hesitation got me my first true sexual spanking. "I told you to fucking lick my asshole, bitch!" He yelled in an angry tone. "I guess I need to teach you how to do as you are fucking told." His tone and commanding words both surprised and oddly thrilled me. I don't know how he knew that I would respond positively to such treatment and didn't really care at the time. All I knew was that I was very excited and ready for whatever he chose to do next. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up forcing me to look in his eyes. "Bad little boys get spanked! I think maybe that is what you need," He growled. I thought I might cum just from seeing the look in his eyes. In one motion he sat up and pulled me partially over his lap. His hard cock pressed into my body as my cock was smashed between the bed and my body. His first whack stung. It was not gentle like the playful smack he had given me earlier. It was that smack and my reaction to it that he later told me had signaled him to go further with the S and M play. His hand came down hard repeatedly on my ass. I could feel the heat building even through the stinging. Even more so I could feel my sexual excitement growing. Each slap on my ass caused my cock to rub against the soft sheets. I was on the verge of cumming from being spanked. Somehow I knew that would displease Don and I fought hard to control my natural urges. Fortunately he stopped just as I was certain I could not hold off any longer. He told me to get up and go look at what I had made him do to me. I reluctantly left the bed and went to view my ass in my large bureau mirror. I was bright red from my upper thighs to just below my back. He lay there smiling as he watched me awkwardly examining my well spanked ass in the mirror. "So, you ready to do as you are told, Greg?" He asked casually. I was truly ready to honor any order he made and quickly answered yes, adding a sir at the last second on impulse. His smile seemed to widen when I called him sir. "Ok, get over here and kneel by the bed," He said. I almost ran to the bed side and dropped to my knees. Then he turned over and rose up on his knees with his head down. His ass was presented to me. His hairy hole practically demanded my attention. Though I knew what I was to do, I obediently awaited orders. I didn't have to wait long. "Now spread my cheeks and lick my asshole really well, like a good slut, bitch!" He barked. I did not hesitate this time. I took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart fully exposing his hole. I dove in and began to lick his hole with all the gusto I had once reserved for licking cunt. He wiggled and pushed back and moaned as I lustfully pleasured his hole with my tongue. "Push that tongue in me!" He barked. For the first time in my life I actually had my tongue inside another person's ass. While licking pussy I had strayed a bit and licked a few anuses but I had never actually tongue fucked anyone's ass. But there I was obediently pushing my tongue as deep as I could into Don's hairy asshole. My first sexual contact with another male was far from anything I had fantasized. His continued demands and demeaning name calling heightened my excitement. For that moment I was his slut to command and my cock was responding by jerking and dancing between my legs as my tongue dove in and out of his asshole. "Now suck my balls, bitch!" He roared. I quickly moved my mouth to his large, low hanging, hairy sack. His balls were much larger than mine and covered in fur. I could only take one in my mouth at a time and even that made breathing somewhat difficult. As I sucked one of his eggs and then the other my nostrils filled with his heavy musky male scent. I struggled for oxygen, gasping each time I released one ball and took in the other. I was sure he knew I was struggling, but he showed no compassion. Instead ordering me take his entire nut sack into my mouth. Though I tried, it was impossible. After several failed attempts I felt his foot on my chest. His strong leg sent me sprawling backward and ended up on my back. He turned and pounced upon me. His knees pressed to my shoulders pinning me to the plush carpet. His large hard cock was in my face. The head of his huge member looked almost angry bouncing around, leaking a stream of clear fluid. "Lick it you little bitch!" He groaned as he slapped my face with his dick. "I hope you do a better job of cock sucking than you did with my balls." I stuck my tongue out and licked the sticky precum from his cock head. Without any further commands I began to lick up and down his bobbing shaft. He was turning me into a cock whore and I was reveling in the experience. I didn't have long to enjoy the moment. He grabbed his cock and told me to open wide. I was about to get what I had done to many women; a face fucking. He reached under my neck and lifted my head up with one hand while guiding his cock to my mouth with the other. Despite my helpless position and the fact that I was offering no objection or resistance he did not just rape my mouth as I feared. At first he only pushed a bit of cock past my lips. As he allowed me to become accustom to having his fat cock in my mouth he gave me instructions. He patiently taught me how to suck and use my tongue as he slowly fed me more of his dick. He stopped when he felt me gag and told me how to relax and let his cock go deeper. It took awhile but he managed to get his cock into my throat for a second or two at a time without me puking on him. When he asked me if I was ready to taste my first load of cum after twenty minutes of having my face fucked all I could do was nod yes. He instructed me to suck on his cock head as he jerked his twitching dick into my mouth. When he came it felt as if I had turned a powerful drinking fountain too hard. My mouth was flooded with thick salty goo. I had to swallow to avoid choking. I had never seen a man cum so long or offer up so much spunk. Still I swallowed every drop. When he finally stopped feeding me, he slid down my body and devoured my dick. No woman had ever given me such an enthusiastic blow job. Nor had any ever been able to control my orgasm the way he did. Every time I felt myself reaching the brink, he somehow brought me back from the edge. My need to cum continued to grow and he continued to deny me the release. I learned the true meaning of the phrase agony and ecstasy. I had never felt so much pleasure or so much need. After what seemed an eternity my desire to cum was almost torture. Don had gone from demanding Master to incredible lover. When he paused and spoke I saw that he had completely transformed from a dominant beast to a docile bottom. He looked into my eyes and said softly, "I think you are ready to fuck me now baby. You ready for some man pussy, Greg?" I was nearly in shock over the way he had changed. After practically being raped by my friend he was now offering up his ass. Offering it in a way that clearly indicated he wanted our roles reversed. Without waiting for my response he ran into the living room and grabbed his gym bag. He fished out a condom and a tube of lube as he gave me a wink. All I could think of was the boy scouts and always being prepared. He put the condom on my aching cock in a tender way. He bent and kissed my balls before moving to the bed. He sat on the edge and rolled onto his back. He spread his legs as if putting his hole on display for me. "Come fuck me good baby. I want that hot cock in my cunt!" He moaned as he began to lube his puckered anus. I stood and walked over to him. The look in my eyes must have told him I had no idea what to do. "Baby, no worries. I am experienced and my ass is almost ready after that great tongue fuck. Just open me a bit with your fingers and then fuck me like you would fuck some slut's pussy. I guarantee I will be the best cunt you ever had," He said in an incredibly sexy tone. I took the lube from him and finger fucked him until he told me he was ready. He told me to coat my dick in lube and then he grabbed his ankles. He was wide open and fully exposed. His smile and sparkling eyes told me he really wanted a good hard fuck. I guided my sheathed tool to his slightly gaping hole. I pressed my cock head to his pucker and popped into him. It was and was not similar to fucking pussy. He was as tight as the tightest cunt I had ever felt, but at the same time he seemed easily able to take my slow invasion. Since I had a condom on I could only guess that he was not as wet or fleshy inside as a woman. Before I got all the way in he began demanding that I fuck him hard. "Come on baby, fuck my pussy like you mean it!" He cried out. That was all it took for me to set aside all caution. I began to ram my cock in and out of his loosening hole. His rectum cradled and squeezed my cock with each thrust. His control over those muscles reminded me of the most talented female pussy I had ever experience. As I fucked him and moved ever closer to orgasm his cock once again came to life. By the time I exploded into the condom deep in his ass his cock was almost fully erect again. However when my cock had shrunk and I could no longer thrust into him, he gently rejected my offer to give him relief. Discovering New Kinks "You have given me enough for now. Let's just lay back and enjoy the moment," He said as he stretched out on the bed and beckoned me to come cuddle up with him. Suddenly I felt very awkward and unsure of the situation. Even after having gone so far into the sex with a guy, at that moment I felt more like fleeing than any else. My best friend was lying naked asking me to cuddle up with him after first treating me like cock whore and then demanding I fuck his male pussy. I felt a bit sick. Had I been at his house I am sure I would have grabbed my clothes and bolted. But we were in my bedroom and he was in my bed. I felt more naked and exposed then I had ever been in my life as I stood there naked with a condom full of cum at my feet looking at a naked man I had just let treat me like a fucking sissy. I couldn't speak and I definitely was not going to simply climb into bed and snuggle up with my hairy friend. I suppose the look on my face coupled with my lack of response to his invitation was enough communication for Don. "You ok, buddy? You want me to leave. Oh shit.." He said before I stopped him from going further. "I am not sure what I am right now. But I don't want you to go. Maybe, we could cover up our cocks and go in the other room, have a drink and um talk," I replied shyly as I looked around for my under shorts. "Sure, Greg, sounds like a good idea. I just thought you seemed ok with everything," He said nervously as he slipped out of my bed. I did not respond to his obvious desire to know what I was thinking as far as having just sucked and fucked my first guy. We settled on just putting on our underwear and headed for the living room. I got us a couple of beers and purposely chose a chair rather than joining him on the sofa. This time he was the one with the odd look on his face. He was clearly disappointed that I was distancing myself from him physically. I smiled at him trying to reassure him that I was not rejecting him altogether. I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I just knew that I needed to sort out my feelings before I could be physically close to him again. "So," He started as I took a long pull on my beer. "Don, we are too close to fuck around," I began. "I have been thinking about having sex with you for awhile. I guess the truth is I set today up with a plan for that happening. I never expected exactly what happened to occur and well the sex was amazing, but I have to say right now everything feels fucking weird as shit. Whatever made you think to get into that S and M stuff? Do you do that a lot?" "Greg, it isn't surprising you feel weird. Hell you've been a big straight fucker all your life. Kinkier than most straight guys but still even with other guys in your bed you never touched them. You got some thoughts you acted on them and you liked sucking cock and fucking my hairy ass. Got to feel at least a little weird," He said very sympathetically. "Yeah sure, I suppose I didn't expect everything to be crystal clear after day. But I don't know, fuck! I liked being spanked and shit that really freaks me out." "Man, you were in the moment. You like kinky sex. You had a new experience but it doesn't have to mean you are now a pussy boy or something," He said with a totally disarming smile. "But how did you know I would be into it?" "I didn't and it isn't a regular part of my life. I guess I felt your nervousness and thought maybe my acting that way would help get you passed your doubts." "No way, you just made that up as you went along. You fucking were too good at playing the master!" "No, I have done it before." He went on to explain about a former lover he had who was a total submissive in bed and life. Don had learned the role of dominant to please the guy. The relationship ultimately collapsed because while Don enjoyed the role sexually, it wasn't really who he was. His lover wanted to be a 24 hour a day seven day a week sub. Don could not handle the pressure and grew tired of seeking certain things from others. His lover of course would not fuck him and as he told me he is more bottom than top anally. After a year dildos were no longer enough to scratch his itch. He brought others into their bed. His lover did not object because he was just there for Don's sexual pleasure. Even when sent to the other room while the additional men fucked his master the man never complained. As Don told it that simply led to more depravity. He began to push his lover's limits to relieve the tedium and pressure of being constantly in charge. He never found the true limit of what the guy would do for him. He ended it with a great deal of regret after realizing he didn't like what he was becoming. When he finished the story there were tears on his cheek. Even if he weren't my best friend I do not know if I could have resisted comforting him. I went to the sofa, sat beside him and took him into my arms. We remained in a tight embrace for some time without speaking. He was the first to break the silence. "I am sorry, I did that to you. I should have known that the gay sex alone would be enough to confuse you. There was no need to add things for you to wonder about." "Fuck, no reason to be sorry. Though I don't think I would want a regular dose of that treatment, I did like it. Hell, you may have been right. I might well have chickened out if you hadn't barked at me and then made it clear I had no choice." "You know you had a choice. I would never disrespect you saying no." "I know." At that point our lips met. Soon I was lying on top of him. Our hardening dicks ground together though our underwear as our tongues battled passionately. We soon lost the underwear and moved to a sixty-nine position. I did not hesitate or feel awkward as he licked and sucked me while I fellated him. We drained each other's balls at nearly the same exact moment. I happily slurped down all the cum he offered up. We still didn't cuddle afterwards. I don't know if I wasn't ready to cross that final line or what, but it didn't feel right. Which looking back I find very odd. You see we remained naked as we drank several more beers. It was several weeks before we went to bed together again. It took a lot of talking and soul searching for me to reconcile my mixed emotions. Don was incredibly patient and supportive. He never pushed and the BDSM play never happened again. I know you might be expecting for this story to end with me declaring that I discovered that I am gay and fell in love with Don and we are now lovers. The truth is that we have had many sexual encounters over the years and remain close friends. I do not know how to classify myself sexually. I suppose I am bi since I enjoy having sex with Don and have even had some limited contact with other guys during subsequent three or more-somes; usually limited to letting a guy suck me, which really seems to turn on some women. I have never sought out another guy or been alone sexually with any man other than Don. He is the only man I have ever kissed or likely ever will. He has been married for several years now to a woman that understands and accepts his bisexuality. She knows me and knows that I am the only man Don has sex with. I on the other hand have remained happily single. I currently have a long term open live-in relationship with a sexy swinging partner. She too knows about Don, but we don't share him.