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Seduction of Tim

By: erosthenes



It was really years in the making.

Here I was, just turned fifty, in a sexually gratifying, if not all-out mind-blowing second marriage to the woman of my dreams.

Yet, it seemed, the older I got, the more I thought about, well, COCK. 

The more I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth ... the sensations as it swelled and tickled the back of my throat ... the musky man-scent of balls after I'd sucked and squeezed on them. The salty sweetness of pre-cum oozing onto my tongue as the intensity level built; and finally, the explosion of taste as that dream-dick finally released its liquid treasure, as I savored and swallowed every drop.

These occasional fantasies that were occurring more frequently with advancing age eventually grew to include the possibility of penetrative sex; we had experimented with a strap-on, and I loved the feel of it on my prostate. Alas, my lover did not get much out of it, so it was definitely not a regular part of our lovemaking. 

And, a piece of silicone rubber, no matter how realistic, could never approximate the feeling of a real, warm, throbbing flesh and blood cock; and I wondered what it might be like to test the waters one day.

But the trouble with that fantasy is that I never came across any men that I could feel comfortable living out that fantasy with. I was attracted to cock, but never to the rest of the man it was attached to. 

Until, that is, Tim appeared on the scene.

Tim was a co-worker who started with the engineering firm I was with just before I left to work with another. He was not what you would describe as 'drop-dead gorgeous'; he was of average height and build, slightly balding, and definitely not the work-out-every-day type. 

But he did have a good disposition, always positive, attractive smile, and most importantly, a genuine empathy about him that set him apart from your typical man about the office.

And then there was that special something - that 'intangible' - that made me look at him the way I looked at no other guy. I cannot describe what it was, but at times, it all but took my breath away. 

Tim was about ten years my junior - late thirties to early forties - and in the short time we worked together, I offered what help and advice I could as he settled in to his new surroundings. But I could never bring myself to admitting my secret attraction to him - especially while I was still working under the same roof.

Oh, I thought about it. I even thought he might be gay, but there were certainly none of the stereotypical effeminate signs of that in his mannerisms. There was no wedding ring; I never saw him with, nor heard him speak of, a wife or girlfriend; he never confessed an interest in 'what happened at the game last night'. 

There was virtually nothing that gave away any hint as to his sexual orientation, one way or the other. Perhaps he, like I, was floating 'somewhere out there' on Kinsey's curve like so many of the rest of us humans pretending - at least for all outward appearances - to be otherwise.

And here I was, the envy of my peers, being far and away the happiest of all of the attached males at the office, with a woman most men would kill for. Nothing about me would indicate to him - or anyone else for that matter - what I secretly yearned for.

Or, would it ...?

Did he have any idea, I wondered? Was my body language revealing anything to him about me?

I decided to bide my time, and wait until I was settled in with the new firm, before making my move.

I emailed him a few days before my wife was leaving for a weekend seminar, inviting him over for a beer to "catch up" on things at the old place. 

Lynda was aware of my carnal intentions with Tim, and very supportive, as long as there were no health risks. She even went as far as suggesting the three of us get together if I was ultimately successful in my endeavor. 

Every man should be so lucky to have a woman like her. We keep no secrets, tell no lies, and love each other unconditionally.

Tim accepted my invitation, and he arrived on schedule, Saturday at 2 PM. We had the place to ourselves.

We were in the midst of a June heat wave, which was not bothersome at all if you have a pool - and we do - for relief. I poured two cold Canadian craft beers and we stripped to our shorts, sat outside on the back patio, and caught up on general work bullshit for the first hour.

Our property is very secluded, allowing us to swim and sunbathe in the nude when we are alone or in select company. When I returned to the pool deck with the second pair of beers, I suggested to Tim that we go for a cool-off dip.

"Love to, but I didn't bring a suit."

I then explained to Tim that we "rarely wear anything back here ..." and that if he was game, so was I; and punctuated that rather bold statement by offering a "Cheers!" with replenished beer steins.

I watched him as he looked around cautiously, then I took the initiative.

"Well, I'm gonna go for a quick dip, join me if you like!"

I slipped off my shorts, grabbed a towel and set it on a lounger on my way down to the pool deck. I did not turn around, so really did not know if he was following me or not. I just dove in and instantly felt the cooling sensation of the water wash over me as I glided along the bottom toward the shallow end.

Just as I surfaced, I heard the splash behind me, and turned my head just in time to see his feet disappear beneath the rippled blue surface. I sat on the roman step and watched him do a couple of laps, then swim over towards me and moan "Aaahhh ... refreshing!"

I thought this might be a good time to change the direction of the conversation to a more personal direction.

"So, Tim, I really don't know anything about you, outside of the office. Are you married?"

He paused for a moment, then shook the water off his head. Like most men who start going bald in their thirties, lower down he had plenty. While not muscular, his chest was a great deal hairier than mine, and I found him reasonably attractive - for a guy. 

"Not the marrying kind" he said, with a wry smile and a wink.

"Oh?" I smiled back, instantly feeling a twinge and realizing I was half erect already. 

"Well, I never would have guessed ... I didn't mean to pry, Tim, I was only curious ..." I was stammering now, somewhat nervous with my newfound knowledge, but thinking even more optimistically about the prospect of seducing my younger friend.

"Yea, I don't advertise it around the office, that's for sure. There's not a lot of love and tolerance out there in the big bad world."

"Well there is here, Tim! So how 'bout a little sun on those buns! Tan lines are for the birds!" 

I rose up out of the water to show Tim my lack of tan lines, and had forgotten my semi-aroused state.

"Wow ... I bet Lynda is one happy lady." Tim chortled, taking his time inspecting my goods.

My face was probably as red as my cock, as I looked back at him sheepishly. I noticed that he, too, was sporting a semi-erection. Unlike me though, he was uncut.

"Looks like you've got the right stuff to make someone pretty darn happy yourself," I complimented, purposefully taking my own sweet time to give him a very close look.

"Let's go stretch out and not let those beers get warm then, shall we?" I suggested, leading the way from the pool to the overlooking deck.

We spread our towels out on the large comfy loungers and adjusted ourselves at prime angle to take advantage of the sun's tanning rays. 

I remained naked and stretched out; then watched Tim ponder a bit before tossing his shorts off to the side and do the same. 

"So, are you seeing anyone seriously now, Tim?" I asked, probingly.

"Been pretty quiet on the Southern Front for some time now" Tim lamented, then went on to explain that it was only after several failed attempts at relationships with women earlier in life that he realized he might be gay. 

"You can probably tell, I'm not the type to go barhopping, and I never did get up the courage to go into those clubs. I tried to hook up a couple of times with guys on the internet, but the chemistry just never worked. So I just sort of ended up in limbo."

Tim then perhaps realized that he was opening up to me more than he had intended.

"I've never really discussed this with anyone, so I would really appreciate your keeping this between the two of us."

"Of course Tim; I give you my word of confidentiality."

Our beers were now seriously empty again, so I grabbed refills and made sure the front door was locked and turned the security system on, just in case of uninvited guests. As luck would have it, on this day and night, there would be none.

"I'll tell you what Tim. I have a secret too. One that only I and Lynda know. And one I would never want anyone else to know about. I will share that with you, as a gesture of good faith, because it is related to what you are going through, and I think in the end it might benefit both of us. But before sharing, I need your word that you, too, will keep this strictly between us."

He looked at me quizzically, almost like he knew what I was going to tell him.

"I appreciate that, Chris. You've really got my attention now. You have my word."

We 'clinked' our beer glasses together in a toast as if to seal the deal.

I laid on my side on the lounger facing Tim, and began confiding my inner desires to him.

"I'm not going to mince words, Tim. I know this sounds crazy, but I have a crush on you; have had for some time. Looking at you, now, like this, makes me hot. I don't normally get 'hot' looking at guys. But there's something about you. You're a lot like me. I've watched you. You're intelligent, articulate, and most important, compassionate. You care about people and treat others with respect. I've never heard you say a bad thing about anyone."

As I continued, he did not take his eyes off mine, nor did I take mine off his. Now, I wanted him. I allowed my eyes to wander down his chest and looked at him like I did at Lynda, just before I jumped her bones. I felt incredibly energized and exhilarated.

"Now ... you are younger than I am, and maybe I am not the type you'd normally fantasize about. And I've never been with ... a man, you know, like THAT. But ... if ..."

Tim abruptly rose out of his chair and moved over to mine, sitting down against me, and placed his hand over my mouth, interrupting my sales pitch at mid-sentence. 

The chemistry as he touched my lips with his fingers was electric. I wanted to open my mouth and suck them in, and run my tongue between them; but I held back, waiting with baited breath for his response.

"This is pretty private, here, then?" he asked, calmly as he looked around, casing the joint. 

My profession - combined with Lynda's - had afforded us the opportunity to purchase a very secluded 10 acre property on the outskirts of town, with plenty of tall trees around the perimeter to provide complete privacy from all but the birds above. Our house was not even visible from the road.

I tried to answer, but my throat was so dry I just lip synced "yes" before swallowing to recover sufficiently and stammer out something audible.

"Very private. The doors are locked too, and our security system will alert us if anyone comes down the driveway. It's just us, Tim. Nobody else."

I paused for a moment, then asked him with a grin:

"So, wanna stay the night?"

I sat up and moved closer to him. We were face-to-face, inches apart, our legs scissored one over the other. Then, I did something else I had never done before. I leaned forward to kiss another man.

As our lips met, it seemed to unleash a hunger in both of us. Kissing a man was definitely different than kissing a woman! 

We grabbed each other and were a mass of lashing tongues, like two lions who had not eaten for a week, tearing wildly into the flesh of a gazelle.

I inhaled his scent, and he mine. I licked up and down both sides of his neck as he leaned his head back, our cocks now rock hard and rubbing together, and our legs hooked around each others' backs.

Tim reached down and held our cocks together, sliding his hands up and down, well lubricated from the pre-cum that was leaking generously from both of us.

He then brought up his hands and started slowly licking them off. I joined him in the finger-feast; our lips meeting and happily slurping away our combined man juices, while I went to work with my hands down below, on our raging hard-ons.

The more I got, the more I wanted of this man. I pushed him back into the lounger, then grabbed his arms, holding them over his head. Although he was younger, I was stronger; all that working out day after day, year after year, had paid off.

I plunged my tongue into his mouth as deep as I could, and he sucked on it, as he would have had it been my cock.

I then continued my exploration; moving to his chest and armpits, smelling, licking, taking as much of him into me as I could, and I couldn't get enough. What an odd sensation this was, running my face over his hairy chest, and sucking on his nipples just like I sucked on Lynda's.

As I made my way down his stomach, the smell of cock proved an irresistible draw. I stopped just short of going down on him, and looked up to see him looking down upon me, smiling.

"I want to suck your cock, Tim."

"It's OK. No cooties, man." Tim reassured me in a whispering voice. "I'd love it if you'd suck my cock."

Tim stroked my head and face with his hands as I looked back down and admired it. I had never, ever, been this close before. This moment would be burned into my memory for all time to come.

I pulled the skin back exposing the full head of his cock, and firmly squeezed, milking the pre-cum from his shaft. As it started rolling down the side, I licked it up then started sucking with earnest; it was both sweet and salty.

I had never held another man's cock before, let alone an uncircumcised one; but I must have been doing something right. I could tell Tim was enjoying the attention from his moaning and heavy breathing. His cock was not as large as mine, and I found I could take most of it down without gagging. 

I brought my hands up to his stomach and chest and stroked him while he took my head in his hands and fucked my throat. For a time, I allowed him to control the rhythm and depth of his thrusts; surrendering myself to him.

After a few blissful minutes of my very first attempt at giving a blowjob, Tim finally pulled his cock from my mouth; he was dangerously close to blowing his load and obviously wanted this to last a little longer.

I went even further south; exploring the scent of his balls and inner thighs, licking and sucking my way dangerously close to his puckered asshole.

"Let me taste you, Chris. I am so fucking hungry for your cock ..."

I then suggested we put a blanket in the grass on the far side of the pool, where we could "stretch out". We stood up and he pulled me to him, kissing me passionately, as if to thank me for such a good tongue bath. We gathered our beers and towels and blanket, and made our way to the nook in the grass where Lynda and I had often made love in the past.

"So how was my first go at cocksucking?" I asked in jest.

"You ROCK man!"

I spread out the blanket while Tim set the beers on the side table, then Tim knelt down in front of me.

"I bet you rock, too."

I bent down and gave him an open-mouth kiss, then grabbed his head and pulled it to my groin. He licked his way down one side, taking first one, then the other ball - then both - into his mouth. 

I was getting weak in the knees, and told Tim so; he suggested I lie down on my back and enjoy.

I did, and he went straight back to work on my balls and perineum, probing my erogenous zones and looking for my reaction. My cock was now rock hard and leaking copious amounts of fuck-fluid.

After what seemed like forever, Tim finally started to make his way up the shaft of my cock with his mouth, slurping up the pre-cum that had pooled there and on my stomach. He then used his tongue to push the rest out, moving it along the giant vein from bottom to top, then sucking the extruded juice from the throbbing head.

Next, taking the shaft in his hand, he guided it into his throat, bit by bit, as though he was trying to relax and stretch it out. I watched with amazement as he devoured me an inch at a time; he was really trying to get all of me down his throat!

Finally he pulled off and, after getting his breath, suggested a change of position to a side-facing sixty-nine.

"That way, the angle is better; I just might be able to swallow you."

"And that will give me something delicious to occupy myself as well," I replied, eager to have him back in my mouth.

I laid down on my left side, resting my head on his left leg and nuzzled my face up against his cock. He then immediately went back to work, hungrily sucking me deeper and deeper into his throat. 

That man's mouth worked wonders on me. I had to crane my head up to watch my cock slowly disappear, his throat swelling up each time he engulfed me. As he withdrew, my cock was slick with his spit, the excess rolling down the side of his cheek and pooling on the blanket below.

He then reached around with his finger and began gently probing my butt hole. My first instinct was to tighten up; but I gradually relaxed, and opened myself to his probing exploration.

As he continued, I responded in kind; taking his cock into my mouth and rubbing his slick rosebud with my free hand. I found myself able to take him deeper into me in this position as well - must have something to do with the angle, I thought to myself.

His sucking was getting louder now; and his fingers - or thumb - had found my prostate, and was massaging it in the most pleasurable way. I followed his lead, sucking him harder, while inserting my thumb at just the right angle, and finding his P-spot.

As I massaged him there, I noticed even more of that delectable fluid leaking from his cock into my mouth and lubricating my throat. Our moans signaled each other as we experimented to get just the right pressure to deliver the ultimate pleasurable sensations. There was no going back. I wanted to feel him climax in my mouth, and I knew he wanted the same.

We quickened our pace as we both came to the edge of that wonderful abyss. There is nothing comparable to the feeling, just before climax, of one's prostate being milked; all of my attention was focussed on that as I felt the first wave hit me.

My moans of ecstasy were muffled by my friend's cock; Tim continued massaging and sucking while I pumped my hot seed into his hungry mouth. The thought of him swallowing my offering made me want his even more.

I rolled him onto his back, my cock still twitching in his mouth, and began sucking for all I was worth. My mouth was watering so profusely that I had soaked him and the blanket beneath us; what I couldn't swallow was flowing down the crack of his ass to keep my probing fingers well lubed. 

I poked and stroked and slurped and sucked like a pro; and it was not long before I was justly rewarded.

"Oh fuck, Chris, I'm gonna shoot. Oh man ..."

His legs shot out straight, but I refused to let go my mouth-grip on that cock. I wanted to feel that hot liquid shoot inside my mouth ... to taste that forbidden fruit for the first time. I would not be denied.

I kept the steady pressure and slow motion rubbing on his prostate just as he did to me as I had climaxed. I felt his contractions squeeze on my probing fingers as he thrusted his cock upward, delivering its orgasmic gift to me. 

His first spurt came with unexpected force and volume into my mouth, forcing me to swallow to make room for the next. The second one came with even greater force and volume, and some of that leaked out the side of my mouth. I kept swallowing, and he kept spasming. The taste was intense but not unpleasant; it made my throat tingle a bit, but I eagerly licked all of him up, including what had spilled down to the base of his shaft.


Seduction of Tim Ch. 02



My erotic narrative to Lynda took all of 40 minutes to compose.

She received it while on the plane, and reported shortly thereafter that she would be leaving a rather conspicuous wet spot on her seat upon disembarking in London. 

She also reported that neither she nor her traveling companion and business partner, Jen, were wearing any panties, much to the amusement of the good looking young men they'd had a drink with at the airport in Toronto before they left.

And one more thing - she had her own story to tell. One that just might leave me with a big wet spot somewhere else!

It was quite a story; my straight-as-a-laser wife and her business partner Jen - a lovely lady whom I'd have walked over hot coals to have a threesome with - had done a little 'playing around' of their own. And they had, for the first time, seriously discussed the idea of engaging in just such a menage-a-trois with - you guessed it - me! 

So it was a pretty hot welcome home for Lynda, as we exchanged stories of our exploits; and dinner was, as you might imagine, quite late that day.

But the day after, and the day after that, all I could think about was Tim. 

He filled my thoughts to the point of distraction, and it was definitely affecting my productivity at work. I found myself daydreaming, with a hard-on most of the time, thinking about the feel of him against me. The smell and taste of him - of his semen flowing out of that beautiful uncircumcised cock, pink and hairy and hard and throbbing, and filling my mouth to overflowing.

It was not that the 'want' for another man displaced entirely my want for a woman. It just sort of moved in beside it and overwhelmed everything else. 

Oh, I thought about Lynda, of course; and I thought about Jen too. How could I not think about them, and all of the possible scenarios presented by what little tidbits of information I gleaned from the previous weekend's revelations. 

In my youth, I had always dreamed of 'doing' two women; but I never actually accomplished the feat. Never had the opportunity. Only once - had I come close. 'No cigar' though, as Bill would say. 

Now, here I was, in my fifties, and that dream, long given up as hopeless, was about to be fulfilled. And what was I thinking about?

Cock.

Tim's cock. 

Wednesday - 'hump-day' - came, which is typically a slow day at work for me. After my ten o'clock meeting I closed my office door, picked up the phone and called him. He answered it on the first ring.

"Chris?"

He must have call display, I thought.

"Yes, it's me, Tim, I really fucking miss you, man!"

"Yea, me too. You got much on your plate today?"

"No, I'm pretty much done for the day. How about you?"

"My one o'clock got cancelled and I'm not getting anything done around here anyway. So I'm basically out'a here now. Wanna do lunch?"

"Yea, I can be out of here in ten minutes. Where do you suggest?"

"How about Grenville's?"

"I'll be there just after eleven. See you then, man!"

If I were to design my ideal restaurant, it would be difficult to out-do Grenville's. 

It was a higher end eatery that served primarily Mediterranean cuisine; everything was cooked fresh, and it was a maze of nooks and crannies if you wanted privacy. We would definitely want that, I thought. 

When I arrived, I meandered around and eventually spotted Tim at a booth, pretty well hidden from the beaten path. I could only see two other tables occupied, but they were well away from us.

"Wow, you found a good spot. You could probably go naked back here and no one would know ..." I said in jest, sliding in and around the half-moon shaped table beside my lunch companion. 

"There's method to my madness." Tim replied.

The waiter came by and took our orders, explaining that we were "kind of early, so there would be a bit of a wait," to which we replied "no problem!"; then he left us to our own devices.

Tim then did something totally unexpected. Totally bold. And totally fucking off-the-wall. He leaned over close to me and put his hand on my thigh; then, he put his head up against me, and, licking seductively up the side of my neck, whispered something very naughty in my ear.

"I SO want to fuck your mouth."

I instinctively and briefly reeled back, just a bit, looking around nervously to see if anyone was around, or had spotted his little 'indiscretion'; then, satisfied that there was no one to be seen within view of us, took a breath. Thank God, I thought to myself. 

But I wanted him too. I instantly remembered my first taste of him, and how every waking moment since was filled with thoughts of him taking me, filling me with his seed until it overflowed my mouth and all of my other orifices.

I wanted his cock in my mouth in the worst way; to run my tongue all over him, to suck him down into the depths of my throat, and feel his hard cock pulsing inside me.

I looked him in the eyes and reached over, running my hand up his left leg. 

Well, not only was he aroused; he was not wearing any shorts! He had obviously pulled them down to his feet before I had arrived, and only he and I were the wiser.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked, half smiling, and at the same time, admittedly exhilarated at the thought of him sitting there, bare-assed beside me on the bench seat of a public restaurant.

Tim winked, sliding back a bit, and picked up the cocktail menu.

"You know, you could get a blowjob back here, and no one would be the wiser."

"HMMMmmmm...." I thought out loud.

I looked around - my eyes had now fully adjusted to the low light. He was right. 

One thing Grenville's did offer that no other restaurant did was individual privacy at pretty much every one of their tables - which came in handy for the business lunch crowd. The tablecloths were long and reached to the floor, it was very dark, and in our particular wing the place was deserted. Even if someone came in and sat across the aisle from us, they would see nothing - the aisle was curved and the tables were offset such that you could get away with just about anything. 

Geez, gonna have to bring Lynda here and grab this spot for dinner some evening, I thought - somewhat mischievously - to myself.

Tim slithered back toward me again, just close enough to run his hand up my inner thigh. I reciprocated, and started licking my lips suggestively, as I unzipped my shorts to make room for my growing concern.

I wanted his cock so bad. The warmth of his very hairy inner thighs capped by the coolness of his balls taunted me. I couldn't stop thinking about him since the weekend and our first fuck-fest, and every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was that beautiful, hairy, uncut cock of his. 

I found that little wet spot at the end of his rigid dick, and squeezed the precious bit of man-goo onto my fingers, then withdrew my hand, and licked it off suggestively, making smacking sounds for added effect.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck your face right now." Tim said, pulling my hand back to his crotch. The look of want in his eyes rendered me all but helpless to his desires. I would do anything for this man, I thought. And he knew it.

Without a word, I looked around, then - seeing that the coast was clear - did something totally out of character, if not completely fucking insane under the circumstances. 

I slipped under the table, got onto my knees, and dove onto his crotch, engulfing the length of him into my mouth.

He grabbed my head by the hair and started fucking my throat with authority - right there in the restaurant!

I ran my hands up his chest, under his shirt, and played with his nipples, squeezing them just as I knew he liked, until I realized that might be too conspicuous to a passerby and pulled them back down under the table.

What the fuck am I doing down here, I thought to myself ... what if someone sees us ... confronts us? What if I get caught blowing a man in an upscale public restaurant? What if someone I know actually comes in and catches me doing this? What the fuck am I thinking?

I glanced peripherally to my left; it was pitch black under there. I was sure no one could see me, even if they were walking by or standing beside the table. So - throwing caution totally out the window - I just kept going.

Tim tasted SO good ... I tongued him all over, relishing the taste of him, after he had sat in that office all morning. The mix of his musk and sweat and pre-cum and desire was overwhelming in the smothering blackness of my newfound environs; and I wondered how many others had been on their knees right here, on this very spot, sucking on their man, just like I was, here and now. 

Well, I wasn't wasting a lot of time on foreplay. I wanted to bring him off, and FAST.

I grabbed his balls with my left hand and his cock with my right, jacking on the shaft and sucking at the same time. Then, suddenly, his hands flew up, tapping me on the way - a warning? 

I froze ...

It was the waiter.

"Everything OK back here?"

"Yup!" gulped Tim, above me, looking like God knows what, I thought.

Then, his hands were back on my head again, pushing himself back into me and guiding the rhythm of his thrusts. 

I actually took him all the way down, into my throat. I had become quite an accomplished cocksucker, I thought to myself. He wasn't that big, mind you; not as big as I was. But I had mastered the art of swallowing, at just the right moment, when the head hits the back of your throat. 

I'd done rather well indeed! Just like getting anything else down your throat, I thought. We do have to do that to survive . . . swallow, that is; otherwise, we wouldn't live long, would we.

I took him, and with authority. Balls deep. Spit flying out with each thrust, and milking him with my throat muscles, all the while trying not to attract attention by making as little noise as possible - under the circumstances. 

THAT, was the most difficult thing. Trying to do it quietly so that others that might be nearby wouldn't hear the sloshing noises in my throat.

"Suck me off; let me cum in your mouth!" He whispered, lifting the edge of the thick tablecloth, allowing me just a bit of fresh air to breath into my gasping lungs; before putting it back down to muffle the sound of his cock plunging my throat.

After a couple of very long minutes, I sensed he was close, and slipped my finger inside him, pressing on his P-spot, pushing him over. I didn't want to waste the taste, so I pulled back, so I wouldn't lose all of his cum 'down the drain', as it were.

I heard him moan as he flooded my mouth, but I took it all, sucking on that beautiful and very sensitive uncircumcised head of his cock, not losing so much as a drop.

Fuck, he tasted good. I only wished there was more of him. I deep throated him again before sucking him dry as his spasms subsided, and ended my very brave under-cover mission. As good as the food was here, there wasn't any appetizer on the menu that could come close to this one.

"Clear?" I asked my now drooping lunch date.

"Yes, clear," a shaky voice replied from above.

I then realized that my one leg had gone to sleep, and I struggled to get myself back up and onto the bench seat. Once you hit fifty, your body doesn't bend quite as easily as it used to. I was relieved to see that in the six or seven minutes that I was engaged, no one had been seated anywhere near us.

Tim looked at me and laughed, gesturing me to do something with my hair.

"You'd better find a mirror, man. You LOOK like someone just fucked your face!" 

I straightened out my hair and cleaned my face using the cloth napkin at the table, then excused myself to the men's room. 

As I got up, I reminded a slumping Tim, "Don't forget to pull those shorts back on - and YOU look like someone who just got a blow job. Might want to splash something cold in your face - and maybe wipe that cheshire-cat smile off it too!" I suggested, jokingly.

"... Oh ... looking that obvious, huh?"

I headed for the men's room just around the corner from our table and cleaned up, relieved that no one else was in there; and shortly after I returned our sandwiches were delivered.

We both shared a laugh at what I'd managed to pull off, no pun intended.

"That takes real balls, to do something like that, man. But I was so fucking hard all morning thinking about you, I couldn't get a damn thing done at work ..." Tim's voice and eyes trailed off as though he was in some kind of trance.

I smiled at him, still savoring the taste of his manly seed coating the inside of my mouth. My cum appetizer had temporarily tamed my hunger pangs; that sandwich is gonna have to go a long way to beat his cock, I thought to myself.

"Do we have a little clarity, now that I've emptied those nuts for you?" I asked, stroking his leg beneath the cover of the table.

Tim placed his hand on mine and answered in the affirmative. We then dove into our lunch.

"So, was Lynda OK with everything you and I did last weekend?" Tim asked me, once we'd wolfed down a few bites.

"Oh yes, in fact, Lynda told me to tell you that it made her very aroused. She wants us to get together - the three of us - some time, just casually, no pressure."

"Wow. You've got quite a lady there."

"Yes, I do. And as I was telling her about our little fuck-fest, you know what turned her on the most?"

Tim looked on inquisitively, eyebrows upturned.

"When I told her of how you took control and fucked me ... of how you took my virginity that way."

Tim listened on, intently. 

"As I told her of you dominating me, we both became quite aroused ... so at the same time as I was describing every dirty little detail of you licking my ass, sticking your fingers inside me, and then fucking me ... "

Tim's eyes widened even more.

"Well, I acted it out on her. I did just as you did to me, and it all ended up with me fucking her up the ass right there in the living room. It was so fucking hot."

"Oh, man, that IS hot. Wish I could've seen that from the closet!"

"Well, strange you should say that ... because that is what she wants to do. Watch us. Not from the closet mind you, but right up close and personal, like."

"Really?"

"Yup. Funny thing about some women, but when you think about it, what do a lot of guys like looking at? Two chicks getting it on. So, kind of figures, doesn't it?"

"Well, I guess I do have a bit of voyeur in me ..." Tim thought out loud.

"But the thing that gets me is the dominating ... I never thought you had that in you, Tim. You seem so ... I don't know, so ... well, you just seem like such a nice guy! You just don't fit the part, at least out here, in public. But boy, get you in the bedroom, and holy fuck, it's like Clark Kent slipping into a phone booth and out pops Superstud!"

"Well, I wouldn't go THAT far ..." chortled Tim, blushing now, then continuing: "I just got very emotional with you. I have strong feelings for you, Chris. And that is how they manifested. I wanted you, not just a little, but a LOT. So, once I realized you felt that way too, I felt safe to let myself go ... then, I TOOK what I wanted."

"I think I know what you mean, Tim. That is the side of me that comes out when I am with Lynda. When we really, I mean REALLY let ourselves go, let the animal in ourselves come out, things can get pretty hot and heavy. Not in a bad way, just very intense.

"But surrendering to you - exploring the other half of the equation, the role that has up until now been reserved for Lynda in our relationship - that is something I have not experienced before. Something entirely new to me. Something that my very feminine Lynda could never really offer to give me an opportunity to explore.

"Oh sure, she has used a fake dick on me, but it's nowhere near the same. There's no testosterone behind it; she just cannot play, at least convincingly, the aggressive male role in our relationship. She cannot help to be anything but who she really is - to me - the most beautiful, submissive, feminine creature in the world. 

"We had always wondered what it might be like to switch consciences - swap bodies - and feel what the other feels as we make love. Well, now I know what she feels, thanks to you. And I have to admit ... I find the act of submission to an 'alpha male' - and in particular, to you - to be extremely erotic. It has filled my thoughts incessantly since the weekend."

"Yea, mine too ..." Tim answered back. "It is really amazing how well we connected. For someone with no previous experience with a man, you really rocked my world, Chris."

I slid a bit closer to him and put my hand, ever so inconspicuously, on his leg again. Our eyes were locked in a metaphysical embrace, and at that moment I really didn't care if anyone else in the restaurant could see us or not. It was a truly romantic moment between two individuals, no matter the gender; no matter the age; no matter the implications on our other lives. It simply was.

"So, Tim, how far down your 'rabbit hole' have I gone, so far?"

"Oh, you've got a long way to go yet."

Tim paused a moment before continuing.

"How long have you known Lynda?"

"Ten years."

"Have you told her EVERYTHING about you?"

I had to think a minute before answering.

"Well, I suppose there are a few things in a dark corner of my mind that I still have hidden - just as I am sure Lynda still has her secrets too . . ."

"Exactly my point. Some things we may never reveal to anyone. But I wonder if we might be more forthcoming, as men, and as lovers, to reveal them to each other. So, yes, it gets pretty deep in my rabbit hole, and there are many things I have left that I want to show you. It just depends ... how deep do you want to go?"

A chill went up my spine; I knew there was so much more to this very gentle, compassionate man before I had dared pry open this pandora's box. Now that it was open a crack, my first peek inside revealed a far more imaginative lover than I could have imagined from all prior knowledge and outward appearances. 

And right now, I was very horny. I still had the hint of his essence in my mouth and on my face. My balls were still full, and aching for release; release into and onto him. 

"Well, got time to show me a little bit more now?" 

"I just live around the corner - you know the Lincoln Towers? I'm on the seventh floor. 709."

We paid the cheque and made a hasty exit from the restaurant. We parked our cars and Tim waited for me at the elevators.

When the elevator opened, a very attractive young woman stepped out, and we stepped in and hit the seven. The doors were not even closed when we locked into an embrace, necking like teenagers, just gaining our composure as the elevator leveled off at the seventh floor.

I followed Tim, glancing up and down the hallway, and smacking his ass as he was fumbling with the key. My heart was racing and my cock was so hard it hurt.

I am not sure how he even got the apartment door closed before I had him pinned against the wall with my tongue buried in his mouth. We somehow found a way to his couch, and I was on top of him, grinding into him, and tearing away at his clothes. I was so hungry for him, my mouth was watering uncontrollably; and he was drinking me up and pulling me in for more.

Unlike the previous time we'd been together, this time he was totally submissive. And I took advantage! Once I had all his clothes stripped off and strewn all over his front room, I stood up and started removing mine while he just watched, licking his lips.

"Do you want to take me to my bedroom and fuck me?" he asked.

"Yes, I would very much like that" I answered, feeling very much in control, even though this was his territory. 

I followed him, freely groping him along the way down the hall to his room; I noticed that his apartment was very clean and there were plants everywhere. The south-facing view from the master bedroom was breathtaking, but I took particular note of the four-poster bed.




Seduction of Tim Ch. 02



Tim climbed up on his queen size bed and pulled down the sheets, and laid down on his back spread-eagled, inviting me to mount him. I looked around the room; hanging in the corner was a white terrycloth bathrobe, with a long terry tie looped around it. I reached for it, pulling it off the robe.

"Not yet. Come here, and get on your knees for me."

My cock was sticking straight out, and felt red hot. It was dripping pre-cum with anticipation of what I was about to lay onto my new lover.

Tim smiled at me and got down off the bed and turned around, offering his wrists for me to restrain. Being an old sailor, I did a pretty good job; then spun him around and helped him to his knees and had him lean back against the side of his bed for support.

I rubbed my dripping dick all over his face, mixing my pre-cum with his saliva, and making him all slippery wet.

"Make my cock nice and wet for me, just like I did for you under the table in that fucking restaurant!"

Tim smiled up at me, his cock now starting to twitch. He drooled some more onto my dick, then caught it as it rolled down off my balls, and sucked it back into his mouth.

I unabashedly and aggressively rubbed my genitals all over his face, feeling the slight prickliness of his whiskers against my very sensitive skin as I did. He inhaled me, and licked and sucked as though he could not get enough of me.

Once he had me good and soaked, and we were both dripping wet, I grabbed my cock and started playfully slapping his face, which he really seemed to love. Spit was flying everywhere, and he looked so sexy, I just couldn't resist kissing him again.

I licked the manly mix off his face, then held his head and plunged my balls in his mouth, which he eagerly sucked and licked, running his tongue right down to my ass. As he probed, I pushed; both of us wanting more of each other.

I spun around, and bent down, giving him greater access to me; and pushed myself onto his mouth. He responded by moaning his approval and making loud sucking noises, and his tongue felt in-fucking-credible slurping and sliding its way in and out of me.

As I bent down, I could see that he had soaked himself too; saliva was dripping down from his chin onto his now-erect cock. I reached down and fondled him there for a few moments, as he continued 'analyzing' me, until I could take no more of this very intense stimulation.

I stood up again and turned around, my cock perfectly level with his face. 

"Open your throat for me, baby!"

I was so horny, I thought I would cum right there. I grabbed my throbbing dick and held it out for him. He opened his mouth and laid out his tongue for me, looking up into my eyes.

There was a bead of pre-cum right at the tip - I squeezed it out onto his tongue and let him swallow it, then open his mouth again for me. Then, I started forcing my dick deeper into his mouth - holding the back of his head with one hand, and my cock with the other. But it was not going deep enough for my liking. I wanted to go deeper. I wanted the very back of his throat.

"Get up on the bed!" I ordered, spinning him around onto his back, hands still bound, with his head tilted back just over the edge. That angle would be perfect, I thought. And he knew exactly what was coming.

"Gag me with your cock!" he begged, his face and mouth all sticky-wickets.

"You're fucking right I'm gonna gag you with my cock!" I snapped back, shoving it all the way down in one motion.

"FUCK!" I couldn't believe it - he swallowed me!

I pulled out, and he extended his tongue and throat again for me; I instinctively thrusted myself back inside him again, and again. He made loud sucking and gulping sounds as I went in and out, fucking his face like that for a while. 

I had to keep stopping every few strokes to let him take a breath - and to keep from going over the edge too quickly myself; after all, I wanted another of his holes before I was done.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of his balls, and gave them a good squeeze, as if to emphasize my domain over him at this moment in time.

"Your throat is mine!" I said, thrusting in and out, making loud sloshing noises as I forced the spit out the sides of his mouth. Before he completely drowned in it, I pulled out and let him catch his breath again while I rubbed it all over my balls, perineum, and up and down the length of my shaft.

"I want you to fuck me, Chris. I want you to fuck my asshole."

He was such a sight, laying there, hands still bound and head tilted back over the bed, face all soaking wet and dripping down from my face-fucking; and begging for my hard cock up his ass. 

Who was I to deny him?

I leaned down and lifted him up, kissing him full on the lips while releasing him from his housecoat-tie binding. 

"Boy, you know what you're doing. Had some 'Dom' experience, have we then?" he asked inquisitively.

"No ..." I chuckled, "... just some sailing experience," I admitted.

"There's a blindfold and two fabric tethers in the bedside table," Tim suggested, with wicked smile.

I slid open the drawer, and sure enough, there was - among some other interesting articles, which I took note of for later reference.

"Yes, I was expecting to get you over here at some point," Tim admitted, when I looked back at him with a smirk.

I pulled out the blindfold and tied it back over his eyes, then looped the tethers over the corner bedposts and bound him, leaving just enough gap so as not to cut off the circulation in his wrists. I then held his head firmly and positioned myself directly above him; plunging my tongue into his mouth. He was mine, and I could now do to him whatever I pleased.

My cock had softened just a tad, and was dripping pre-cum profusely. 

"Suck me hard again," I commanded, getting up on my knees and shoving it into his mouth. 

"MMMmm..." Tim slurped away the excess from the end of my cock, as I guided it - then my balls - into his mouth, making sure he got it all. There would be plenty more where that came from to lube his ass after I had teased him long enough with my tongue!

When he had me good and hard again, I squeezed the last of my pre-jizz into his mouth and onto his face, then rubbed it all over him with my fingers, sliding them in and out of his mouth.

I noticed he was now hard and dripping too; so I reached down and gathered up his goo in my fingers, and rubbed it over his lips and teased him a bit with it, before joining him in a kiss to lick it off.

"Your jizz drives me wild," I said to him, as I continued french kissing him passionately and driving my fingers in and out of his mouth. Both of our cocks were hard and dripping, and I kept dipping my fingers down and getting more, and bringing the elixir back between our gaping mouths and lashing tongues. 

But I wanted something more, now. 

I kissed, licked and sucked my way down his neck, stopping at his armpits to take in his aroma before spending some time on his hairy chest, teasing his nipples hard, pinching on one and sucking the other.

Tim's nipples were larger than mine, and he really seemed to be getting off on the attention I was giving them. 

Once I had them good and hard, I moved down to where the real action was, thrilled to find a fresh pool of pre-cum lying like a mini oasis on his stomach beneath his throbbing dick head. I eagerly slurped it up, then took him into my mouth, and pulled the foreskin back to suck him good and clean.

I continued my Southerly trek, taking his balls into my mouth and diving down further to the warm creases between his thighs and perineum. I lifted his legs - even hairier than the rest of his body - to allow me access to my ultimate target.

As his manly scent permeated into me, I became even more hungry for him; holding his thighs apart as my tongue probed his asshole. I lifted him up and spread him wide, and made him moan like a woman with my forceful mouth-assault.

Tim struggled to get his hands free, perhaps to grab my head, or maybe his cock; I don't know. But his headboard and tethers held fast, and he remained restrained.

At that point, I recalled some rather interesting articles in his bedside drawer; among them a pair of nipple clips. I know just how to use those, I thought.

I rose up, and snatched them out of his drawer. They were on a chain, attached to one another.

"You like these too, I see." I dragged the chain across his chest, and knew that he - even though blindfolded - knew exactly what I was talking about. I am sure they would not have been placed there for me to see, had he not wanted me to use them on him. 

I carefully and painfully slowly placed them one at a time on the fleshy part just below and at the base of each nipple, seeing that they were already adjusted to just the right tension, before placing the chain in his mouth.

He whimpered as I released the spring slowly on each one, gradually clamping down on each nipple as I hovered only inches above his face, flicking my tongue in and out of his mouth as I did.

I then went back to work on his ass, and started massaging his perineum with my thumbs, keeping him good and wet with my tongue. I could see his asshole opening and closing, and he was begging me to fuck him.

I placed my finger right at his opening, and I could almost feel him suck me in. I teased him, just placing it one digit deep, watching his cock bounce up and down with each of his contractions.

"Yes, Tim. I AM going to fuck you. But not until I have had plenty of time to enjoy the taste of you."

I devoured his balls, trying to get both into my mouth at once, and sucking them into me as deep as they would go while running my tongue down that delicious ridge of his perineum. I was drooling profusely with my mouth open so wide, which provided plenty of lube for my fingers, sliding deeper into his beautiful ass.

I dove back down onto his cock, and gagged myself briefly, then recovered and rubbed it all over my face, totally lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

"I so love to suck your cock, Tim. Do you have any idea how good your cock tastes?" I asked, reaching up to pull ever so slightly on his nipple-clip chain

"OOOhhh ...... As good as yours - I hope .." he answered, responding favorably to my stimulation.

I went back down on him, then moved down to his ass again, parting his cheeks and forcing my tongue back inside him. He hiked up his legs, and I held them back, spreading him even further for my assault.

I licked and sucked and licked some more for what seemed like forever, so lost in the moment that time seemed irrelevant. Tim urged me on and moaned loudly when I used my fingers to massage his prostate to give my tongue an occasional break. 

I had him almost at the point of no return, and noticed a pool of pre-cum and formed once again below his cock; indicating how well I had milked his prostate. I got up on my knees, and used it to coat my very hard cock in preparation to fuck my new lover.

I then let him lick the rest off my fingers as I got into missionary position above him, my cock poised and ready to take its plunge.

"I want to fuck you now, Tim. Are you ready for my hard cock inside you?"

"Yes Chris. Make love to me."

His words burned into my heart, and I kissed him as passionately as I had any woman on the planet. Our tongues swirled around each others', our mouths locked together, as I slowly slid inside him, inch by inch by inch. 

We both knew we were falling in love. How I was going to reconcile that with my current relationship was not an issue I was going to worry about right now. I just wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest - and that I did!

Sensing that the time was right, I playfully removed the nipple clips, taking care to suck each nipple back to life as I did so. Then I released Tim from his restraints and finally from his blindfold, so that I could look him in the eyes.

As we gazed at each other in the stillness of the day, my cock completely buried balls-deep inside him, we embraced.

"I love you, man." Tim said, matter-of-factly.

"Yea, I know. I love you too," I said, smiling back at him.

Slowly, I increased the pace of my thrusts, deep into my new lover's ass, while I stroked his cock and grabbed his man-tits.

Tim just kept repeating the same words to me: "Fuck me ... fuck me ..." and I felt his bowels open wider for me as he pushed against me.

I rolled over onto my side, and took him like that for a while, reaching for the lube in his drawer so that I could fuck him harder. 

I remembered that this was my favorite position in which to take Lynda up the ass, because we could maintain eye contact and I could still reach all of her other erogenous zones with my free hand. It was a very intimate yet intense way of making love, one that we seemed to settle on in those rare and special occasions that we conjoined in this way.

I then began to vary my thrusts, going slow for a while, feeling the veins of my cock slide up against the slippery walls of his ass as I penetrated him; then suddenly SLAM my cock home, driving hard against his prostate while squeezing his balls. I loved to watch his reaction, right down to the size of the pupils in his eyes, as I held him tight and still in the long pauses between my impassioned thrusts; teasing him with the mushroom head of my cock inside and just past his tight outer anal ring.

He seemed to anticipate when I was going to drive into him by opening his mouth; and I would fuck him there too, with my tongue, in rhythm with my cock. I loved it the way he cried out and whimpered, and I delighted in playing with his cock and squeezing and tugging his massive balls as I teased him closer and closer to orgasm.

We carried on like that for what seemed like a very long while; and I told him how fucking sexy he looked, and how much I really wanted to just cut loose and fuck the living shit out of him.

"Yes, fuck me HARD Chris! Pound my ass like there's no tomorrow ..."

Tim twisted his lower half slightly away and brought his high leg up into his chest, but was still facing me, eyes and mouth wide open, as if to invite me to really have at him. And I did. I gradually picked up my pace, my balls now making loud slapping noises against his ass with each thrust.

We were both sweating profusely, and I watched him suck my two fingers into his mouth like he did my cock earlier; I tried to make him gag, but he just opened wider and sucked harder. I never thought that could feel so erotic, and even helped him lick them off as I pulled them from deep in his throat; all covered in his saliva.

I picked up the pace, realizing that not only he, but that I too was getting close to going over the edge. I could feel his contractions in time with mine, and his prostate all swollen and throbbing - and knew I was hitting it with my cock-head at just the right angle and wondered if I might actually give him a prostate orgasm.

Just the thought of that was enough, and I felt myself well up and knew I was almost there.

"I'm gonna flood your slutty ass with my cum, Tim!"

"Fuck YEA ... cum inside me Chris! I'm gonna cum too!"

With that, I pulled my fingers from his mouth, put my face right up against his and we locked eyes; I grabbed his cock - it felt so hard and hot and slick in my hand - and started stroking, using his saliva and pre-cum to lovingly stroke him to the finish line.

We both came intensely, and in throbbing unison; his hot man-cream springing forth in spurts and ribbons across his chest and stomach, timed thrust-for-thrust with mine, injected way up inside the dark heat of his bowels. 

We never lost eye contact throughout the bliss of those few ecstatic and climactic moments of passion; and when our post-orgasmic spasms subsided, I scooped up his ample seed, still warm to my touch, and brought it to our entwined lips to share and savor together - my second helping of his delectable man-cream today.

~~~

We cuddled for a few minutes, before realizing that we had collectively lost track of time. Thank goodness both of us had slack Wednesdays!

We wandered to the shower with Tim dripping my cum down his legs and each had a good rinse, then dried off and returned for a few blissful minutes together, just cocooning in his bed. Even with the sexual tension relieved, I loved to put my hands on him, touching and stroking him; it was so new to me, exploring a man this way.

"Lynda wants me to bring you over this weekend. She wants to watch us fuck."

There was silence for a minute, as we continued our nuzzling into one another. Then Tim answered.

"How do you feel about that, Chris?"

"I want you to just lose yourself, like you did the other night with me. Totally take control, and fuck me in front of her. I want to show Lynda my feminine side, to let her experience that part of me through watching, that she has never been able to do before. That I have never experienced so intensely myself before - that is - until I met you."

We hugged each other tighter and kissed again. Tim moved on top of me, aggressively so, and I could feel his excitement begin to build again; his carnal desire for, and possession of me, as he held my arms back. It felt amazing to just melt into him like this; to open myself up, to give myself to him, to just surrender. 

"Whoa, save yourself man . . . you might need that extra boost in a couple of days . . so are you in for Saturday?"

"Damn right I'm in!" 

"How about Saturday afternoon . . . lunch by the pool for starters, if the weather permits?" I asked, invitingly.

"I'll be there with bells on!"

"Balls will do nicely. Big hairy ones."

"Yea, them too! And no worries - they'll be plenty full again by then, Chris!"

After a few more minutes of naked time and closeness with Tim, I reluctantly climbed back into my clothes and started making my way to the local pier to find something for our dinner. My lovely wife was craving fish and the selection there was unbeatable.

I texted Lynda from the elevator:

"Mission accomplished. Saturday afternoon is a GO."

Needless to say, I would have yet another interesting story to tell her over the dinner hour today . . .

~~~

If you are interested in following this storyline and the characters, it is continued under the Group Sex section, entitled "Chronicles of Northwood House" - an adventure in Polyamory.



Seduction of Tim



I took my time to relish the taste, licking up and down the shaft, then down around his balls to gather what had pooled there. As his erection subsided, I pulled back the foreskin and took all of him, "balls deep", into my throat, sucking and squeezing the last remnants of cum from within.

After I was satisfied that I had cleaned him completely, I swung around to share the residue of his orgasm still remaining in my mouth. We then washed it all down with the last of our beers and shared a laugh over what we'd just experienced.

The ice thus broken, we grabbed more beers, rinsed off in the pool, relaxed in the loungers and shared our life stories.

I learned of his first experience with a guy - his college roommate - a somewhat awkward affair as it turned out; sandwiched between unfulfilling relationships with women. 

The best time he'd had was with an older guy he'd hooked up with for several weeks while in post-grad studies. It was with him that he learned more than from anyone else, sexually and spiritually, Tim related.

I told of my more dramatic conquests, all women of course; saving the best, my current love Lynda, for last.

"She knows I was going to try and seduce you this weekend. So, in essence, our secret is really between the three of us ... I hope you are OK with that Tim, because, well, I really must be honest with her too."

"Yes, I'm OK with that, Chris. I know how close you and Lynda are, and I trust her integrity as much as I do yours."

"You know, we have fantasized about a third; we actually tried to make it happen a couple of times over the years, but both times, the guys backed out at the last minute. We couldn't fucking believe it."

I watched Tim's eyes widen as I went on.

"So Lynda told me to go ahead and explore with you, and see if there was any spark; well, I gotta tell y'a, it's more like fireworks, man."

"Amen to that!" Tim said, raising his glass.

I raised mine, now almost empty again; but instead of drinking, I looked him in the eye. He was looking back, smiling that sexy smile. We embraced. 

Good thing that our yard was this secluded, I thought to myself. I would have looked so much out of character to anyone who remotely knew me, necking like a teenager with a guy, naked by the pool. 

The sun had by now dropped below the tree line, and I realized that I was getting hungry.

"Time to eat and rehydrate; the night is young, my friend!" I announced.

Both our cocks had sprung back to life again. I grabbed Tim's and leaned down for a quick lick.

"MMMmmm... want me some more of that for dessert, though." 

We headed for the house and I grabbed some burgers to throw on the barbeque. Tim worked on the salads in the kitchen, and we quenched our thirsts with ice-water, not wanting to get too weighted down with more beer.

We ate hearty, cleaned and freshened up, then climbed into the outdoor jacuzzi to watch the sunset.

"So," I said to Tim, moving closer to him, "I know you could make it with me, so do you think you could make it one day with both of us?"

"Oh yes, I'm still physically attracted to women, to a certain extent, anyway; I suppose you could say that I was bisexual. Besides, Lynda IS hot."

My wife looked nowhere near her age. Although she had allowed her hair to grey naturally, it still retained most of its natural dark brown color. 

Lynda had that air of confidence about her; she stood tall and majestic, with a rack that made most men stare and a figure that was the envy of women half her age. But most important, she was the most kind and loving creature I had ever encountered in my life.

"It's just that I couldn't ... well, you know, think about a long term relationship with a woman. At least, none that I've come across yet. And not feeling the way I do when I meet a guy I really like ... kind of like you, today."

"Yea, I know what you mean Tim. I guess I'm just lucky. I got the best girl in the world, and tonight, when she's off at a conference for the weekend, I got you."

Tim looked at me with those glazed bedroom eyes of his.

"Yes, I think I will stay the night. So, do you want to fuck me?"

Our hands started exploring each other again, as our tongues intertwined. We were in heaven. There is just something about being in the hot tub at night that brings out the passion in people.

"Yes I DO want to fuck you, Tim" I said, reaching behind him and exploring his asshole with my fingers.

"I want you to fuck me too. I want to try everything with you," he responded, almost sucking my fingers inside him in total surrender to my advances.

I could feel my desire for this man seriously welling up within me again. I was hard as a rock - and so was Tim.

"Let's go up to bed for a while" I suggested, rising up from the gently bubbling waters.

We toweled off and went inside and up to the master bedroom. I tore the covers off the king size bed and we jumped on, with me immediately rolling on top of Tim.

I licked my way down to his cock and began slurping loudly, my mouth now watering profusely. After some serious attention to his balls, I asked him to pull up his legs to expose his man-cunt.

"I want to lick your asshole, Tim. You want my tongue inside you?" I asked, teasingly, flicking my tongue against the puckered opening.

"Oh yes ... fuck my ass with your tongue before you shove your cock inside me."

In all of my years, I had never imagined a man's ass to look the least bit appealing. Now, I couldn't wait to dive in. I took a deep breath, then all at once, I spread his cheeks and pushed my face into him tongue first. 

Then I felt him push against me, which opened him up even more, allowing my tongue to slip even deeper into him. What an incredible feeling! I started pushing my face in and out, in and out, and he opened himself up more and more to my intrusion.

What a wonderful mix of taste and smell. I could not get enough of this man, nor he of me. I pounded him with my face, drooling to the point that it became difficult to open my eyes. 

I wiped my eyes with the sheets, then had another plan to get my hands free.

"Spread yourself open for me Tim."

He reached down and held his cheeks apart; I squeezed and sucked the pre-cum from his cock, then returned to those massive balls and that beautiful hairy man-cunt of his, now working with both my mouth and free hands.

I found his prostate again with two upturned fingers almost immediately, prompting some very loud moans of approval. As I inserted more fingers and spread his opening wider, I could fit more of my tongue easier inside him; and I alternated fucking him that way for a while.

My whole face and his whole ass were soaked slippery and drenched. I was beginning to think my whole head might just slip inside him any minute now if I just pushed a bit harder.

I was so absorbed by my assault on his ass, that I hadn't noticed the cacophony of obscenities spewing forth from Tim's mouth. He was begging me to fuck him, to drive my cock deep into his ass. I must be doing all of this right, I thought on a humorous note, as I stopped to catch my breath.

My tongue was sore from its overuse as a screwing device, but my cock was rough and ready and harder than Korean origami. 

I stopped to lap up the pre-orgasmic fluids flowing generously now from Tim's swollen member, then shared them with him as I slid my cock teasingly up and down across his pulsating opening to thoroughly coat myself with all the spit I'd left there. I ground into him like that, while he licked his essence from my mouth and face. Wouldn't need any auxiliary lube, I thought to myself.

I rose up on my knees and prepared to enter him, squeezing more of my own natural lube from my now throbbing cock, poised with my pee-hole up against his gaping ass. He lifted his legs, drawing them up as high as he could, holding them just below the knees. 

I grabbed his ankles and leaned forward, adjusting the angle of my approach just right, so I thought, to begin my descent into him. It was surprisingly smooth; he must have done this before, I thought, as I slowly but purposefully slipped inside him almost as easy as I did inside Lynda's cunt.

Tim took a deep breath and moaned his approval with every inch I gained. I am not overly long, but I am wider than average, or so my past lovers have told me. I could have thrust myself inside him all at once, I am sure; my foreplay had been effective in loosening him up. But I wanted this conquest - my first in this forbidden arena of sexual exploration - to last as long as possible.

When I had about one inch left to go, I looked him in the eye, then told him to get ready for the rest of me.

"I am gonna drive the rest of this big cock home now Tim. You ready for it?"

"Give it to me Chris. You know how much I want all of you inside me."

Long enough, I had resisted just driving into him. Now, I let myself go.

Tim yelped as I thrusted myself the rest of the way in; then I started the slow withdraw, gauging my degree of slickness before starting the next inward thrust. After a few more exploratory drills, I broke off, and went back down on him, getting him nice and wet again and ready for my next assault. 

I then held him and fucked him nice and slow for a few minutes, while kissing him intimately. I varied my in-strokes, but always came out of his ass nice and easy, to make sure he was lubricated enough to sustain my intrusion without pain. I broke off a couple of times to lube him up with more saliva, then slid back inside him to resume what was turning into a great fuck.

Meanwhile, I grabbed his cock with one spit-slickened hand, sliding it up and down the veiny shaft, exposing - then hiding - the purple head peaking out from beneath the ample foreskin. 

With my other hand, I grabbed his balls, squeezing them good and hard. I'd always wanted Lynda to do that when she fucked me with her strap-on, but she was always afraid of hurting me and never squeezed quite hard enough. So I went right to the edge with Tim, watching him closely as I tested the limits of his endurance.

"Oh fuck, YEA ... squeeze my balls ... AAAaaahhhh ..."

I was getting pretty good at this, I thought to myself. But now it was time to change things up a bit.

"Roll over Tim, I want to fuck you from behind."

I wanted to try everything with this man. I pulled him close to me, as he rolled over and stuck his ass up invitingly; and I rimmed him again while he gave my dick another drenching with his mouth.

"Are you ready to get fucked harder?" I asked matter-of-factly, as I moved around behind and prepared to mount him.

He looked so sexy, kneeling down, ass stuck way up in the air, wanting me inside him. I stuck two, then three fingers inside him, and explored him like that for a minute while he begged for my cock.

"Yes Chris. Give it to me. My ass is yours. I want you inside me ... now ... please FUCK me ..."

This time when I entered him, I started pounding him with authority. His ass by now was good and loose, and I was feeling very much the alpha male. He was taking everything I was dishing out, and to my astonishment, asking for more.

"Harder! AH - AH - AH - Fuck me - AH - harder!"

I was glad that we had no close neighbors ... with the windows open and a gentle summer breeze blowing through, they would have been getting an earful.

I started smacking his ass, then slammed back into him again and rolled onto my side, holding him tight against me.

"I could fuck you all night long!" I told him. 

We laid like that for a while, as he contorted to different positions, and I continued my screwing motions deep in his ass. Eventually, he was on top of me, grinding away, then spinning around to face me.

The sight of his hard cock, barely six inches from my face and oozing those preciously delicious drips of pre-cum, as he bounced up and down on mine, brought me close to the point of no return. 

I thrust my hips up, driving my cock deep into his ass - and his even closer to my lips, as he continued stroking it teasingly in front of my face. I wanted to taste him again, more than anything in the whole world; I wanted to be drenched and drown in gobs of his thick man-cream. And I knew he was very close to delivering, too.

"Cum in my mouth, Tim. Shoot it all over me while I fill your ass!"

Tim literally exploded in my face as he continued impaling himself on me, barely giving me time to open my mouth. I caught some of it on my tongue, with the rest landing in my left eye socket and the side of my face, rolling down onto my neck and chest.

As his taste and scent permeated into me, I grasped him firmly and pumped my seed into him for all I was worth. As the last of my spasms were fading, I slipped out of him, and pulled his cock - still dripping - into my mouth, and sucked all I could out of and off him.

When I was satisfied that he was totally clean, he slumped on top of me, face-to-face, and started licking all his cum off my face, which I was very insistent on sharing with him. I could feel the warmth of the cum leaking from his ass, rolling down onto me; and making the space between us all slick as he gyrated his cock against mine.

We laid like that for several minutes, energy spent, then agreed it was a good time to pack it in for the night. After a quick clean-and-rinse in the shower, we spooned together in the king-size bed, and slept like logs.

~ ~ ~

The next thing I knew, I woke up with Tim sucking on my morning wood, something Lynda would occasionally do as a nice surprise for me. What a great way to wake up!

"I couldn't resist ...." Tim said, between mouthfuls of cock.

"MMmmmm... that feels SO good."

There's nothing like a good blowjob first thing in the morning, I thought to myself, as Tim licked his way down the shaft to my balls, then even further down to my perineum and asshole. 

I looked down, and saw that he was sporting some serious wood of his own too. I maneuvered myself around in a sixty-nine again, so I could feast on him while he did me. 

The scent of his balls and taste of that cock first thing in the morning were indescribably delicious. I could have skipped coffee and stayed between his legs all morning long.

Together we licked and sucked from stem to stern, as we probed each other with fingers and tongues. I think Tim must have had three fingers buried in my ass when he made known his intention to fuck me.

He climbed up on top of me, now being very much the aggressor, clamping my arms down on the bed with his hands, and acting very uncharacteristically alpha-male. I had never seen Tim like this. 

But it excited me - a lot. It was something I had never experienced. 

I did not offer any resistance.

"I want your virginity, Chris. I want to be your first."

There was no question in either of our minds that he would be indeed.

It was this point in time that I knew our relationship was beyond that of being just 'fuck buddies'. I was experiencing that familiar 'high' that I remembered feeling when first becoming intimate with Lynda.

We were becoming lovers, true and simple.

"I'm all yours, Tim. Take me." I told him.

He mockingly grabbed my head by the hair, pulling it into his groin again, rubbing himself on my face. I opened my mouth, and swallowed as much of him as I could.

"You want this cock in your ass?"

I loved it. I had never been in this role before, dominated like this, and I was almost vibrating with giddiness.

"Take me. I'm ready to be your fucking bitch."

He spun me around with strength I didn't know he had, and his fingers were right back in my ass, alternating with his tongue. I could hear and feel him slurping away back there, then ramming what must have been many fingers in and out of me.

I cannot begin to describe how incredible it felt to be so aggressively probed; it was a side of myself I had never allowed 'out'. I placed complete trust in Tim, and gave myself away to him in total surrender.

"Oh, you are SO ready for cock in your beautiful ass, aren't you," he said, as he prepared to enter me, sliding his cock back and forth against my puckered opening.

"I so wanna be your ass slut, Tim. Sock it to me, baby!"

"Spread your ass for me, show me where you want my cock."

I stuck my ass way up and reached back with both hands and did as he commanded. I was so wet, and Tim was so hard, he just kind of slipped in. Funny, I thought it might hurt, but he must have stretched me out enough with his fingers, because his cock was just sliding in and out with no pain at all!

Once he was in, I brought my hands back down and relaxed, and let my teacher - my guru - continue to fuck me from behind. The feelings were ... well, intense! 

He went through different angles and speeds, keeping me well lubricated, taking me to my limit of endurance, then allowing me to rest. Each time, I found myself begging him to fuck me again soon after I'd begged him to stop. 

I almost came - hands free - once, but had to stop for a 're-lube'. Tim explained that if you time your PC muscle contractions with your partner's strokes at just the right angle against the prostate, you can actually experience an orgasm just from prostate stimulation.

After taking me doggie style for a while, we started experimenting with positions. 

Tim rolled me onto my side, and I brought my high leg up into my chest; then he contorted himself into different 'top' positions, some of which made me laugh out loud, almost ejecting his cock from my ass in the process.

Finally he had me on my back, pinning both my legs up as high as they would go. He had me good this time; I do not think I could have freed myself if I'd wanted to. 

He fucked me slowly, in, out, then without warning would SLAM his cock home, sending shudders through me. He was hitting my prostate just right; and my cock responded accordingly, now swelling and leaking its pre-orgasmic fluid onto my stomach. 

He then started pounding my ass, just like I had pounded his the previous night. Relentlessly, savagely, thrusting every inch of that beautiful uncut cock, deep inside of me, where no man had gone before. 

This time, there was no begging to stop ... he owned my ass, and I had totally given in to his will. His face was directly above mine, and we locked eyes. At that moment, I would have let him do anything to me.

Here, in the isolated privacy of this bedroom, we were like animals, yielding to some darker place within our selves; something instinctual suppressed inside us, and submersed far beneath the world we normally interacted in. 

He now had my head pushed up against the headboard, and lifted my ass up off the bed, continuing his assault. My back was arched, my hard cock dangling above me, drizzling pre-cum down onto my neck and chin. I was almost ready to blow my nuts, so I instinctively started stroking it, pointing it up in a futile attempt to defy gravity.

Everything seemed in slow motion as Tim moaned loudly, releasing his seed into me. The head of his cock must have swelled at that moment and pressed my P-spot in such a way that pushed me over the abyss.

My first spurt went up, probably less than two inches; then hovered momentarily before starting its descent, appearing as some giant shapeshifting protoplasmic amoeba, then accelerating downward, landing squarely on my mouth. 

Had I been aiming for that, the thought occurred, I never would have been able to do it in a million years. So I just held on and squeezed, pumping more, volley after volley, as Tim continued pumping into me; until my face was drenched with my own nectar and my ass was overflowing with his.

I almost passed out, realizing that my breathing had been somewhat impaired by my contorted position. Tim released his hold, allowing me to slump down flat on the bed, and we shared the milky mess I had just made all over my face. 




Seduction of Tim



This turned out to be a decadently and deliciously erotic experience, enjoyed again, almost as if in slow motion; as the sun leisurely rose and began bathing us in its loving light through the east-facing window.

We indulged in a leisurely coffee and breakfast, and agreed to meet again; together, for similar discreet encounters, and perhaps even in lusty liaisons with Lynda when time permitted, if she was of like mind. 

Indeed, the three of us would develop a very close and intimate polyamorous relationship over the coming years. But - that is another long and involved story ...

I couldn't wait to email Lynda and tell her of my 'conquest'; I knew she would be anxious to hear how my special evening had gone down, in every dirty detail. 

After Tim had made his exit, I proceeded to the computer and began composing an erotic narrative to my lover to read on the plane ride home:

Subject: Seduction of Tim

Dear Lynda, you're not going to believe this, but do I have a story to tell you ...