24 comments/ 129768 views/ 30 favorites What Am I Doing? By: rapidran What the hell am I doing? A couple hours ago I was just going out for a drink and now I am driving in my car following a guy to his house. I am a married man, 57 years old and as straight as they come. My hands are sweating, I can feel my heart pounding and I am as scared and nervous as I have ever been. It is like the first time I felt up my date when I was 16 years old in high school. Excited, yet scared to death. I have been married for 30 years to a gorgeous woman and we have a great sex life. I love women. When we go out to the mall or a restaurant I am always watching the women; the breasts, legs and asses. I love to fuck, eat pussy and just feel the warmth of a soft woman's skin against mine. Now, I am on my way to what I think will be sex with a MAN. Now, during my life, I have thought about sex with a man. I truly believe every male has thought about what it would be like to have sex with a man. As I think most women have had thoughts of another woman. When watching a porn movie I have always been awed at the size and shape of the many cocks on the screen. And over the years I have watched a couple gay movies and while surfing the web I have popped into a couple gay sites. It seems so nasty and yet exciting to watch a guy suck another guy's cock or get fucked. I have jacked off looking at two guys fucking. But that has just been fantasy sex. Not me actually having sex with a man. I have tasted my own cum a couple of times. It was not my favorite thing to do but again it seemed taboo and erotic. Having thoughts of forbidden sexual acts IS very exciting and will get my cock hard every time. So, how did I get myself in this situation? I am a senior manager and having various groups working around the U.S. During the year, I will travel to those sites, review the work, meet with the analysts and with the local support site and team. I usually stay about five days at each location. While there is the normal hotel stay, happy hours and having dinner with my employees. I actually find out how the work is really going after they have had a few drinks and open up. So, on my visit to Atlanta, Georgia, it was like every other trip. Happy hour, dinner and after dinner drinks. Tonight was the same. We went downtown to the Peachtree Omni (everything in Atlanta is Peachtree this or Peachtree that). I had a great dinner, good discussions and we were having drinks in the lounge. Around 10PM, all the group had gone either home or to their hotel rooms. Only Jerry and I remained to finish our drinks. Jerry is a local techie and about in his late 40's. He is probably the most knowledgeable of the project and is very easy to be around. Some people just mix well and you feel like you have known them for a long time. So Jerry was telling me about his life and about Atlanta. Atlanta is a very updated city and has unique areas around town. Jerry asked if I wanted to finish our drinks and he would take me to a couple other bars. So we closed out our bill and headed out to the street. We walked about 7 or 8 blocks and into a small dark club on a side street. The music was loud and the place was noisy. We found a spot at the bar and ordered a couple of beers. As I looked around the club I noticed it was mostly guys of various ages. There were only two women in the place. I also noticed some of the guys dancing together. I think I saw Jerry watching my reaction. Then he said, "Yes it is." "Yes it is what?" I replied. "Gay bar." He responded. I think I said, "Oh." In my mind I was thinking, why did he bring me here? Did I say something? Act like I wanted to come here? Do I look or act gay? I did feel a little naughty and bold. "Well?" he asked looking at me. "Well what?" I replied. "Does this shock you?" "Not really." I said. "But this is the first time I have been in a place like this." "I thought you might find it interesting." He said. "Why did you think that?" I said reaching for my drink and taking a gulp. "You seemed interested in our waiter at the hotel." He said quite directly. I almost spit my drink out. I did notice our waiter and I did notice his tight pants and nice butt. But I did not think anyone saw me glance at him. Shit. Now what? "I just thought he was a good waiter and knew how to handle people." I said trying to steer the conversation to service versus looks. "Oh, I bet he could handle people. He was gay and I know him from our racketball club." Jerry said. "Are you gay?", he asked me staring into my eyes. I sputtered out, "Aaaah, No." "I'm married." "A lot of gay guys are married or married guys that just like guys." He said. "Which are you?" he asked with a slight grin. "I am gay!" I quickly responded. "So, you are just a married guy that likes guys." He quickly replied. "I did not say that." "But you didn't say you didn't like guys either." He made his point. "So, which is it?" he continued to press me. "I am not gay." I replied again. "But you find guys attractive, don't you?" he asked. "Look, I will admit I have looked at some guys. But only because some are just striking." I said. "but I have never done anything with a man." "Yet". He said. "And it is ok to look." He continued. "There are always two sides of a story and some men can relate to both men and women." "What about you?" I asked. "Yes, I do relate to both. And I have had a couple of moments with a man. Does that shock you?" he asked as he lit his cigarette. "Can I have one of those?" I asked pointing to his cigarette pack. And I quit smoking 10 years ago. But I was getting nervous where this conversation was going. I lit my cigarette, took a puff and had a quick dry cough. He sort of chuckled. "A little nervous, aren't you?" he grinned. "Look, instead of us spending $10 a drink, let's get out of here and we can talk elsewhere where it is cheaper." He said throwing a couple of $20 on the bar. We walked outside and he said, "Why don't you come over to my house? It is about 15 minutes from here. You can walk back to your hotel and follow in your car." I hesitated. What am I getting myself into? How do I get out of this? Do I want to? "Look, just come over. You will not be put in any compromising situation. We can just have a couple of drinks and talk." He said putting his hand on my arm. "Ok." I replied and we walked back to the hotel. We went into the parking garage, he got his car, I got in mine and I followed him out onto the street. It was just beginning to rain. So the roads were shiny and my windshield wasn't cleaning well with the wipers. I kept his taillights in view and we made several turns and ended up in front of a building. There were a couple parking places by the curb so I grabbed one of them. My hands were shaking. I got out and walked over his car as he got out. "I moved here last year." He said. "they are remodeling all these old apartment buildings." We were getting wet so we half ran to the door. He pressed a code and we went in. We walked up one flight of stairs and he opened the door of his condo. He held the door open and I walked in first. It was very well decorated and the hall led into a rather huge living room. "This is pretty nice." I said as I walked around the room. There was a set of French doors that opened to a small balcony. I opened the doors and walked out. It had stopped raining and the fresh smell of clean air was great. "What would you like to drink?" he yelled from inside. "Anything would be fine." I replied. As I stood outside, I was still nervous and yet excited. My knees were actually feeling weak. What would I do if he came on to me? Would he? God, I was getting scared again. "Here you go." He said handing me a glass. "thought you might be a scotch guy." "Actually I am." I said taking a sip. "I like a good single malt." "Well, then I guessed right twice." He said with a slight grin. I think I knew what he meant. I turned and looked out over the street and into a park. He came a stood next to me, his arm slightly touching mine. I was nervous. "The park is nice." He said pointing at it with his glass. "It is nice to not have another building across the street. During the weekends, it is packed with people. Mostly gays and lesbians playing Frisbee or just sitting a having some wine. I enjoy watching them hitting on each other." I took another sip of my drink. I could smell his cologne and feel my heart pounding. I know I wanted to try something but then again how would I react? We made small talk for about a half a hour. Then he reached for my glass. "Let me freshen that up." He said taking my glass and walking back into the room. As I waited my pulse was fast and I think I even began to sweat a little. It was actually getting hard to breathe. I think I just wanted to leave. He came back to balcony, handed me my drink and he put his arm around my shoulder. "Nervous? He said as he gripped my shoulder. I just shook my head and took a big swallow of my drink. As I pulled the glass from my lips he turned me toward him. "Look, I enjoy your company and our conservations." He said staring into my eyes. "Just enjoy your drink and we can watch a little tv." I didn't reply and just stared at him. That must have indicated something because before I could say anything he leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. Shit. I did not respond nor did I reject it. He looked at me and then leaned in again. This time his kiss was longer and he drew his tongue across my lips. When he withdrew, I took another drink of my scotch. He smiled at me and said, "See, you didn't die, did you?". I sort of chuckled. He pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine again. This time when he kissed me, he pressed his tongue against my lips. My lips just opened on their own and his tongue slid in. My cock was straining against my pants as I began kissing him back. I pressed my tongue against his and into his mouth. I was breathing hard and had to stop kissing him to catch my breath. But that was just for a brief moment as our mouths locked up again. He pressed against me and I could feel his hard cock against mine. We started pressing our cocks together. Grinding against each other. He stopped kissing me and lead me back inside. He closed the doors and pulled the curtains. "It's a little cool, don't you think." He said walking to his fireplace. He flipped a switch and the gas logs lit up. "I need another drink." He said walking out of the room. I went a sat on the couch. What the fuck just happened? I just made out with a man. I had not even thought about the kissing thing when I thought about men. It was not bad. I could almost still smell him on my lips. The lights dimmed a little and he walked in and sat beside me on the couch. The room was just a glow from the fireplace logs. "Well?" He asked. "Well what?" He responded. "Did you like your kiss?" he said sipping his drink. "I never even thought about kissing." I replied. "It was strange kissing a man but it was also very nice." "Good." He said sitting his drink down and leaning over to me. He put his arm around me and kissed me again. I returned his kissed and put my arms around him. He sucked on my tongue and nibbled on my lips. I explored his mouth with my tongue. His lips were wet and hot and I was getting so fucking hot. As we kissed he ran his hand down to my chest and began rubbing me. He actually pinched my nipple through my shirt. I can't believe my nipple got hard. It felt good. Soon he had unbuttoned a couple of buttons and he warm hand was caressing my chest and nipple. Our mouths continued to bathe each other in wet kisses. He broke our kiss and pulled me to my feet. He walked us over in front of the fireplace and pulled me down to the rug. He reached back and got a couple of pillows, put them down and we laid back on them. He rolled next to me and began kissing me again. He pressed our bodies together and our hard cocks rubbed against each other. Man, I was so fucking excited and I think I could have cum right there. As we kissed he unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and pushed my shirt open. He slid his lips down my face, under my chin and down onto my chest. I felt his tongue flick across my nipple and then he sucked it into his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue over my nipple. It felt so good and I wanted him to continue. He moved to my other nipple and proceeded to do the same thing. He then moved back up and kissed me. He reached for my hand and put it on his chest. I knew he wanted me to do the same thing. While I kissed him, I unbuttoned his shirt. When my hand found his bare chest, it felt a lot of soft thick hair. I found his nipple and squeezed it between my fingers. I could not believe how big his nipples were. He could have been a girl. I then took the plunge. I moved from his mouth to his chest. He smelled good and it was erotic. I kissed his chest and then his nipple. I ran my tongue over his nipple and like him, I sucked it between my lips. I continued doing his nipples for awhile. I was hot and excited. As I kissed his nipples, I felt pressure on my head. He was pushing me lower. Oh, now what do I do? I continued kissing and licking him. His stomach was very tight. I can't believe I did it but I actually pressed my tongue into his bellybutton. As I kissed his stomach, I looked down his body. I could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his pants. I continued kissing his stomach and looking down at his bulge. Then, I just ran my hand down his leg and back up slowly. My mind said just do it. I ran my hand up and then over his bulge. God, he was so hard and felt very big. I lightly rubbed it again and then I just grasped it with my hand. My first hard cock. Well, actually my first hard cock on another man. I slid down and lay my head on his thigh and I watched me rubbing his cock. It felt so exciting and nasty. I felt him moved and little and I watched as he unbuckled his pants with one hand and unbutton the top button. Then he lay back again. I knew what I was to do. I reached up and found his zipper. I pulled it all the way down. A glimpse of white showed through his pants. Here goes I thought. I moved my hand up and into his pants. I found his brief covered cock and grasped it. I stroked it and rubbed it with my fingers. I moved my body up so my head was lying on his stomach again. I pushed my hand further into his pants and found his balls. They were also big. I rolled them between my fingers and cupped them. One of my fingers slipped under his briefs and I felt the warmth of skin and hair. I could see the outline of the head of his cock pressed against his white briefs. I moved my fingers up and caressed the head. I had thought about this moment before. I slid my hand up and then under the elastic band of his brief. I felt his bare hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth shaft. He was very big. I moved down and found his hairy balls and caressed them. I didn't stay there long. I pulled my hand out and slowly pushed his briefs down until the head of his cock was exposed. It was dark purple and seemed to shine. I ran my thumb over the head. It was so smooth and warm. My head seemed to have a life of it's own. I moved down and kissed the head of his cock. Then I licked it and then I took it in my mouth. Fuck, I have the head of a man's cock in my mouth. It felt soft, warm, smooth and delicious. I continued to lick and suck on it. I pressed down and took more of his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and sucked him. I started doing what I know I like. I moved my mouth and lips up and down his cock. I was sucking a cock. I was sucking another man's hard cock. Jerry reached down and pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me. Then he stood up and kicked off his pants, shirt and pushed his briefs off. He was a beautiful naked man. He pulled me to my knees and stood in front of me. His cock was at my face. I just did what came naturally. I reached up, pulled his cock down and sucked it into my mouth. I took more into my mouth until I felt my gag reflex hit me. "Go slow." He said. I backed off and then sucked more into my mouth. Each time I began to gag I stopped and moved his cock back. I soon found I could take a little more each time. With one more try, his cock slid into the first part of my throat. I pulled back and did it again, and again. My nose would touch his pubic hair but there was still more cock to go. I did not think I could take all of him and did not even try. What I had in my mouth was delicious, hot and I was loving it. I pulled his cock from my mouth, pushed it up flat against his body and kissed and licked his balls. They were big and I took one in my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue, then did the same to the other. Then I thought, why not? I opened my mouth wide and was able to take both of his balls in my mouth. "Oh man, are you sure you have not done this before?" he said touching the top of my head. His balls popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him. "No, but it seems I am a natural." I said returning to sucking his cock. I dropped my hand from his cock and reached both of hands behind him and grabbed his nice ass. His ass cheeks were very warm and soft. I pulled his cock in and out of my mouth by using his ass. I was fucking my mouth with his cock. Salvia was dripping down my chin as a goggled his hard meat. I was loving it. I was giving a man a blow job. Only thing left was his cum. Oh, could I take it? I continued to suck his cock and pull on his ass. I was so into it that I then realized I was able to that his entire cock in my mouth. How did I know? My lips and mouth were totally pressed into his pubic hair. His scent filled my nostrils and my mind. I moved one of my hands back to his cock and began pumping him as I sucked him. I was jacking him off into my mouth and that thought got my precum dripping from my cock. Then he began to move and knew he was getting close. I sucked and sucked. His wet slick cock pistoned in and out of my tight lips. I pressed my lips tighter around his cock. Making my mouth his cunt. I squeezed his hairy balls and he began to fuck my mouth. I heard myself moaning. Moaning like a fucking whore. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot sperm. I wanted to drink from his cock. Jerry groaned and his first spurt of cum hit the back of my tongue. I pulled my mouth off a little and his next spurt covered my tongue. I slurped and swallowed as he continued to fill my mouth. At first it was hot and watery, then has he continued to cum, it was sticky and thick. It covered his cock moving in and out of my mouth, it was all over my lips and it coated my mouth and tongue. I continued to suck his cock and swallow his hot sperm. Man, did he cum a lot. As his orgasm subsided, his cock lost a little of it's hardness. I kept it in my mouth and continued to savor his cock and his cum. I licked the shaft and put my tongue in the tiny slit at the end of his magnificent big cock. I let his cock slip from my mouth, I ran my tongue over my lips to collected and remove his cum and even wiped some from my chin. I like it. I fucking liked it. I was now an official COCKSUCKER. Jerry knelt down and kissed me. His pushed his tongue into my mouth and tasted his own sperm. My face and lips were sticky with his cum. After he stopped kissing me, he reached over and handed me my scotch. I held my glass up and said, "Heres to you. Oh and to your cock." He grabbed his glass and we clinked them together. I knew there would definitely be a second, third and fourth time. I was hooked. What Am I Doing? Ch. 02 Well here is am. In Atlanta, lying on the living room floor of a man whose cock I just sucked. Wonder what my wife would say? Well, I'll tell you what she would say. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOU COCKSUCKER!!!" And then we would be meeting next time in a lawyer's office. What the hell have I done? For starters, I finally realized something I had only been thinking of for the past 10 years or so. Having sex with a man. And I am sated. And what a chance meeting through a work related event. Secondly, I sucked his cock and I came in my own pants. Yes, I am lying with a half open shirt, pants and shoes on and a pair of briefs filled with my own cum. I can't believe I came just by sucking his cock. No rubbing, caressing or jacking off. I just came because of the excitement of sucking his cock. So again, I am lying on the floor. I watched his beautiful bare ass walk out of the room. He has been gone for about 5 minutes and I have not heard anything from him. So, while he was gone I just lay here going over the past half an hour of sex. Pure, raw male on male sex. "Hope you not asleep." He said as him came back into the room. "No, I'm awake. Where did you go?" I asked. "Had to pee." He said sitting beside me on the floor. He was still naked and what a nice body. His limp cock was still very appetizing has it hung down. "You know, I do too. Also, would you mind if I took a shower. I came in my pants." I said humbly. "No, go ahead. I will also get you some clean underwear." He said standing up. I followed him down the hall to a huge master bedroom. He walked to the master bath, opened the door and showed me where to find everything. He turned and walked out of the bathroom. What a beautiful ass I thought to myself. I took off my clothes, turned on the water to let it warm up and just nosily poked around in his stuff. There was a picture of a naked girl on the beach with big tits. And a couple pin and ink drawings. As the room started to fill with steam, I stepped into the shower. First thing I got to was the cum stuck in my pubic hair. It took some rubbing and pulling but I got the hard balls of cum out of my hair. I was washing my chest when the glass door opened and Jerry stepped in. "Why waste the water." He said closing the door. "Or this body." As he lightly slapped my ass. It feel very crowded in that large shower. Why, because he pressed his body against my back. He began to nibble on the nape of my neck and press his cock against my ass. "Give me the soap." He said reaching around me. I handed him the bar of soap and he began to rub it on my back. It felt nice but he being in the shower with me was giving me another hard-on. He put the soap down and began rubbing the suds over my shoulders, under my arms and all over my back. It was very relaxing AND arousing. He moved his sudsy hands down my back and then cupped both of my ass cheeks. He rubbed and kneaded them like a piece of dough. His fingers drug through my crack and then moved back up to my lower back. Then he went back to my ass cheeks. "You have a nice firm ass." He said giving my cheeks a squeeze. He moved his right hand and slid a finger along the crack of my ass. "Yes, a very nice ass." He finger went down the bottom of my crack and back up. His finger slid over my asshole and up to the top. Then back down. As it neared my asshole, I instinctively slightly spread my legs. His finger touched my hole and then moved again. Coming back up, he rotated his finger around my hole. "Like that?" he asked playing with my hole. "How about this." As he pushed his finger in a little. It did feel uncomfortable yet good. He did not finish pushing his finger into to me. He took the soap again and began to thoroughly wash my ass and asshole. "Turn around and rinse." He said turning me with his hands. Our cocks touched as the water ran down my back. After the soap was off, he turned me around again and began kissing my neck and shoulders. Then his kisses started down and soon he was on his knees behind me kissing my ass. I felt his tongue glide over each of my cheeks. Then I felt his thumbs pull my cheeks apart and his hot breath on my asshole. My cock was straining to burst. He took the tip of his tongue and ran it slowly up and down my crack. Then he began to lap at my hole. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out. I wanted to feel his tongue. He pressed his tongue a little bit into my hole. He took his thumbs and spread me more to get more of his tongue into me. It felt so damn good. My legs were actually getting weak from his actions. As I got used to his tongue, he pulled his tongue away and slid a finger along my crack. Then with a little pressure, he pushed it into me. "Ahhh." I softly moaned as his finger pushed fully into me. It made me feel full and excited. He worked his finger in and out of my ass. He must be hitting my prostate as I am close to cumming. Then as I got used to his finger, he pushed a second finger in too. Oh, that did stretch my hole. I sort of gasped has he pushed both fingers as far as he could in me. Though a little uncomfortable, it also felt good and I wanted him to continue. And continue he did. I became looser as he finger fucked me. I found myself pushing back on his fingers. Just as his fingering was getting me close to cumming, he pulls his fingers out of my ass. "Let's get out." He said washing his hands with soap. He opened the glass doors and handed me a towel. I dried off my body and very hard cock as he ran his towel up the crack of his ass and then toweled off his cock and balls. We walked back into the bedroom when I immediately saw he had pulled the quilt off and the only thing on the bed was the bottom sheet. He handed me another glass of scotch and steering me to the bed. We both sat on the side of the bed and sipped our scotch. I found myself leaning over and kissing his damp mouth. He opened his mouth and tasted my scotch and my tongue. I broke our kiss, took another gulp of my scotch and sat my glass on the nightstand. I slid to my knees in front of him, pushed his knees apart and snuggled myself up between them. I took is soft cock and sucked it in between my lips. What a weird but unique feeling. A limp cock is very different from a hard one. But I liked it. I felt powerful. As I swirled my tongue around this limp piece of man, I could feel a slight jerk as it began to enjoy my attention. His cock began to wake up in my mouth. I cupped his big balls and continued to get him hard. His shaft filled with blood and soon was a solid smooth shaft. I tongued the head of his cock until it was shiny with my spit. I began to jack him off and suck on the head of his cock. I had become a cock hound. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I was just getting a good rhythm when he pushed me away from his cock and pulled me up. He lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. Our damp bodies slid together and we kissed. He parted his legs and I lay between them on top of him. I began to dry hump his hard cock with mine. He pushed me over and moved until we were lying correctly on the bed. Heads on the pillows and feet at the end. Then we began kissing again. I could not get enough of his kisses and tongue. We each held the other's ass and pulled us together. Jerry kissed my neck, then moved down my chest and slid between my open thighs. He kissed and licked his way up to my cock. Then down to my balls and bathed them with his breath and wet tongue. His hands pushed my thighs open. He tried to push my thighs back towards my chest. I was in a bad position and that did not work. "Pull your knees to your chest." He whispered. I drew my knees up to my chest and his mouth attacked my balls. He sucked on them and licked down to my ass. He tongued the skin between my balls and my hole. Then he was at my hole again. He licked my asshole and lapped at my crack. He used his thumbs to pull my cheeks open and expose my hole more. Then his tongue penetrated me. It felt like a hundred tongues licking me. Pre-cum oozed from my cock and I felt his salvia run down the crack of my ass. I wanted to press my ass up to his lips but I couldn't due to holding my legs up and my knees against my chest. Jerry stopped tonguing my hole and got to his knees. He reached over and opened the drawer of his night stand. I could see he had a tube in his hand as he returned to kneeling in front of my upturned ass. I felt a strange coolness as he squeezed the lotion from the tube on my ass crack. Then he began to massage my hole and then press a finger into me. The slick lube allowed his finger to easily slid fully into my ass. It was a wonderful and satisfying sensation. After working his finger in and out several times, he pressed a second finger in also. While it was now two fingers, they also slid in with no problem. I dropped my legs down to the bed as he fingered me. I could now raise my ass up to allow his fingers to enter my ass. "Like that?' he said fingering me. With a moan, I replied. "Yes." He began to twist his fingers in my hole which caused another sensuous feeling from my ass to my cock. His fingers were in as far as they could go and yet, I knew I wanted more. I didn't have to wait long. Jerry grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders as he moved closer to my ass. "Ready to fuck?" he said pushing my knees back to my chest. In a low voice I said, "yes, fuck me." He reached down between us and grasping his cock, he rubbed it up and down my crack. Then he pressed it against my hole and leaned forward. I felt my hole spread a little against his cock. The pressure kept up and the pain increased. My breathing was rapid and my heart was pounding. His hips pressed forward more and I stretched open more. I tried to breath rapidly to counter the pressure and the pain. Then, like a popping sound, the head of his cock broke my muscle barrier and eased inside me. "Oh, that hurts." I said trying to get my ass away from his cock. "Stay still." He said rubbing my thighs with his hands. He remained motionless as I just lay there wondering if I could continue with this. I did want him to fuck me. I wanted his cock all the way in me. But could I take the additional pain? As we lay still, he moved and a little more of his cock slid into my hot ass. I felt so fucking stretched. Like I needed to take a shit. It was a fullness I had not felt before. Again, he moved and inched into me. I was breathing like I was giving birth to a 12 lb. baby. Jerry pulled back slightly then moved forward again. The pain was subsiding but I still felt like a log was in my ass. He began to move slowly back and forth with just an inch or so in me. I was starting to just feel his cock and not the pain. And thinking about what was happening also took my mind away from the pain. Sweat was dripping off my forehead as I looked down to see his body posed at my ass. He slowly sawed in and out of my ass and I was feeling a mild erotic tingling in the pit of my stomach. Each time he moved forward, more of his big cock entered my virgin ass. I began to like the feeling. I felt my ass twitch and push upward. I wanted more of his cock in me. He moved more and then, with a quick snap of his hips, he buried his entire cock in me. "Ahhh shit." I said loudly. His balls were lying on my ass and his cock felt like it was going to come out my throat. He bucked his hips back, drawing some of his cock out of my ass and then jerked forward again. That felt good. Real good. He again pulled more out of my ass, then pressed fully back into my warm hole. This continued until he got into a rhythm and just began to fuck me. "Yes, yes.." I said as I pulled his head down and kissed him. He leaned back on his heels and slammed his cock into me. The words, "Fuck ME!" spilled from my mouth as he pounded into me. I reached around and grabbed his ass and pulled his cock deep into me. I felt my own cum building up inside. The room was quiet except for the sucking sound of my ass taking his cock and the wet slapping sound of his thighs and balls on my ass. I was moaning, I was groaning and I was throwing my hips and ass into the action. My cock dripped pre-cum and my balls ached to expand and cum. I could smell our sex. Sweat, ass, cum. Jerry put a hand on the pillow on each side of head, leaned over me and slammed his cock hard into my ass. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass." I taunted him. I held onto his back as he ripped my ass open. Then my cock shot my hot cum between our bodies. Each time his cock slammed into me, I shot another wad of cum on our sweaty bodies. Jerry leaned down, locked his mouth on mine and slid his tongue between my lips. He crashed his hips once more against my body, drove his hard cock into my ass and began to cum. At first I just knew he was cumming, then I felt the warmth in my bowels. I tightened my ass cheeks and sort of milked his cock. He fell on top of me with his mouth against my neck. His cock jerked in my ass a couple of times and then his body movement stopped. I could hear and feel both of us breathing heavily. As we lay together, I kissed his neck and wrapped my arms around him. His cock was still embedded in my ass and I wanted it to stay there...for now. Not sure how long we lay there, but Jerry moved up and off me. As his cock slid out of my ass, I felt an emptiness. He lay beside me as if in a daze and looked up at the plain white ceiling. We were both covered in sweat and my cum. The scent in the air was hot sex, cum and yes, some shit from my ass. But I did not care as I felt his cum drip from my open asshole. I finally had what I had thought of for years. And I knew I wanted and would get more. I ran my hand over Jerry's chest and nipples. I even slid my hand down my chest and rubbed my cum into my skin. I know, it is yucky, nasty sticky stuff....but ain't it nice when you are in the moment. What Am I Doing Here? A brief note to the reader: Immediately after this story ends,The author asks a brief question. Please read the question and Offer your reply. It would be appreciated. One other note: The age of consent in New York State, where this story takes place, is 17 years. All of the students in this story were 18 years old. Mrs. Huffman is 31 years old, divorced, and has no children. She is 5'4", weighs 120 lbs., is brunette and has small but pert tits. THE STORY: I got out of my car. There were only two other cars parked in the lot. One was Jeff Bannon's; I didn't recognize the other. Quickly, before I changed my mind, I walked to the door of the cabin and knocked. God, I hated myself, hated myself for being here. The door opened. It was Jeff. "Hello, Mrs. Huffman, you're right on time," he said. He had that Jeffery smirk on his face. "Come on in." I hate him It was his parents' weekend getaway cabin that I was getting ready to step into. His parents were away, vacationing in Europe, skiing or something. Who knew? Anyhow, he had access to the cabin, and now, here I was, too. Jeff stepped away from the entrance and waved me in to the cabin. Yeah. He wasn't alone. I hadn't really thought he would be. I had hoped he would be, but I didn't really think that would be the situation. The cabin's living room was well lit, and, after my eyes became accustomed to the light, I saw them there. Five of them, counting Jeff. They were looking at me, and they, each of them, had those ugly, smirking smiles on their faces. Bastards! I stepped in. Jeff closed the door behind me. I wondered if there was any way that I would be able to get out of here without what I was pretty sure was going to be some real ugliness. I looked around, trying to identify the guys in the room. Just then a door at the back of the room opened and I saw Harold McCarthy come in to the room from the bathroom. "Hey, Mrs.Huffman finally got here," he uttered to no one in particular. "Why didn't one of you call and tell me she was here?" He was buttoning up the fly of his jeans as he talked. Harold was another of the students that I disliked. He was obnoxious, rude, sarcastic, inattentive--- a real misery in the classroom. A real misery everyway. It was obvious that he hadn't even washed his hands after using the facility. His face exploded into a smile, "Hey, Mrs. Huffman, we sure are glad that you got here." "Well, I got here," I answered. "I don't know why we had to meet this way, but I am here," I added. Jeff had promised that the pictures would be returned to me but that we would have to "discuss things" first. I wanted those pictures back. Shit, I needed to have them back. "Why don't you come in, sit down?" Jeff said. "Come on in, Mrs. Huffman," he added, "We're all just here for a friendly conversation." Now his smile was no longer smirking. It was thinner, harder meaner. It was demanding. He had no right to be demanding to me, no right whatsoever! I just stood there, not moving. I let my eyes sweep around the room to see who was there. There were six of them, four of them the original group of students who had engaged in my gangbang, their group fuck of their teacher. The two others, Francis Locanni and Clay Fenner had joined the group of young men using my body after the original gangbang. If there was anyway I could eliminate these boys, rid the world of them, I would. Oh I would have, and the world would be better for it. If I could just get them out of my life, I would. Disgusting slobs, I hated them. Jeff came nearer. He reached out and took my hand in his. "Gee, Mrs. Huffman," he said, "Don't be mad. We just wanted to talk about, you know, everything." He tried to pull me into the center of the room. I shook his hand loose from mine. I was shaking, but I wasn't going to let him see it. I wasn't going to let any of them see it. "Don't touch me," I said. "Ah, you're mad," he said. He looked from me to the boys in the room. "Mrs. Huffman is mad." He said. "But she don't have any reason to be angry, does she?" he asked them. "We just asked you to visit with us so we could have a nice friendly discussion, that's all." He came nearer. He reached out his hand and put it on my waist. "We always have nice, friendly discussions, don't we? Like we do in class' So why be so angry? Why can't we just get along?" His voice was wheedling, insistent, insincere. His thin, slit of a bottom lip jutted out. The other boys in the room just looked at us, wondering what would happen next. A couple of them were smiling. All of them had those hungry looks on their faces. Why was this happening to me, I thought. Why was I in this situation? I still hadn't moved. And then Jeff suddenly reached out with his other hand and thrust it between my legs under the hem of my skirt all the way through to the other side. He pushed his hand upwards, his wrist lifting the skirt, baring the back of my legs to the room up to nearly the swell of my buttocks. His hand reached toward my privates. The back of his hand brushed against my thighs. His fingers grabbed at my crotch. "Oh, you're wearing those ugly cotton panties," he said. "The least, I thought, you'd be wearing thongs." "Or maybe no panties at all," yelled one of the boys in the room, I think it was Augie Lewis, Augustus Lewis III. I was breathing hard, in short quick breaths now, my face getting red. Jeff's hand had just touched my clitoris, and I felt my knob swell at the touch. I pushed his hand down and away from under my skirt. He didn't resist. But he did have hold of my waist. He urged me further into the room. "Come on, Mrs. Huffman, let's just sit down on the couch so we can talk," he said. He continued to lead, pull me towards the couch. Two of the boys, Augie and Buckingham Mulligan (Big Buck), who had been sitting there, stood up. I tried to let them know I was going along here but that I was going to make my demands when we began to talk. I moved slowly as Jeff continued to impel me towards the couch. I hated these boys, all of them, all of them my tormentors. As I neared the couch I felt it happening. I hated them, these disgusting young men. I felt my vagina begin to wet. I hated my vagina. I hated me! It was dripping. We squeezed onto the couch, me between Jeff and Francis. Our hips were touching. I pulled my skirt down, but it would only half cover my knees. I kept my knees tight together. The boys sitting opposite were staring at my legs. The room was quiet. This was awful. The last three months of the school year had been like this. The boys staring at my legs, my ass, my boobs, making lascivious comments under their breath when I passed by, touching my behind when they could sneak those touches without the other students noticing. It had been constant torture. My stupid cunt kept right on wetting itself! I kept on letting them do all those things. Jeff put his hand on my knee. He moved his hand up under my skirt. His hand stopped there, just a couple of inches above my knee and he gripped hard my leg just above the knee. On the other side, Francis casually threw his arm behind my back and over my shoulder. He turned his body three quarters of the way, facing me. I shuddered. I felt the nipples of my breasts stiffen. "Stop this," I said. I gripped Jeff's hand and pulled it away from my knee. I grabbed Frank, Francis' arm and lifted it from my shoulder. I threw his arm back off of me and onto his lap. "Stop this," I repeated. "Look," I addressed the room in as stern a voice as I could muster. "I came here today for just one reason. Jeff promised that he would return the pictures you took that time. He promised. He said that he would return them and I only needed to show up." I turned to Jeff, "Isn't that true?" I asked. The little bastard just smiled. "What I said was the truth. Answer!" "You can't handle the truth," was his answer. The idiot child used Jack Nickelson's line whether it fit the situation or not. "You said nothing else would happen. You let me think that there wouldn't be any, you know, sex." "Why did you think we wanted you here?" Francis put his hand back onto my shoulder. Once again, I grabbed him at the wrist and took his hand off as forcibly as I could. "You said you wouldn't have me do sex with you. You said that you would give me the pictures. You said that I just needed to come here to talk. That's what you said!" My voice was loud, determined. I wasn't going to plead with them. Frank put his hand back on me, this time draping his hand over my shoulder and towards my breast. "Get your hands off of me, you stinking pervert," I was almost shouting. I pushed his arm off of me. "Who's the pervert? You the one who's been fucking her students!" Frank said. "I don't want to discuss this. I just want the pictures back." My voice dropped, "I only had sex with you because I had no choice." "What? You picked me up outside of the drugstore in your car and we fucked in the end of the mall parking lot. I made you do it?" That was Jeff. "Yes, you made me. You know that." "You liked it. You came. Don't deny it." That was Buck Mulligan chiming in. "Stop this right now!" I was screaming now. "I am not going to have sex with you boys again. Not now, not ever again. I AM NOT." The room was quiet. This had gone on entirely too long. Yes, we had had sex, me with four of them the night of the school Mardi Gras. I had been stupid. I had had a couple of drinks too many. I was a little drunk, a little more than a little. And I am sure that they had put something in my drink, ecstasy or some other drug. Probably more than one drug. Oh my god, I was woozy. And so out of it. I was awake, but I couldn't do or even say anything as they undressed me. I was barely able to react. "We just want you to be comfortable," they were saying as they unbuttoned my blouse. "Don't worry. We just want to see," I could just about make out their saying as they lifted me and took off my panties. "Oh, Mrs. Huffman, you are so beautiful," I heard one of them saying in some far away voice. I knew what was happening, vaguely, in a disjointed way, but I couldn't act. I understood what was happening. I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to stop it, but I was unable to speak a coherent word. By the time it really started to happen I was barely conscious. By the time the second or third of them got on me to fuck me, I was unconscious. And when I finally began to waken, when they were on their third round of sticking their penisis into me, I could hear them talking about how beautiful they were saying I was, how nice, how good. All I knew was that my cunt was soaking wet from their cum, that my thighs and pubic hair were full of dried cum. And as they fucked me then I couldn't do anything but hold on to the boy who was then fucking me and say "yes, go on" or whatever else they asked me to say. And suddenly I was here, back in the cabin. Back in the present situation. "You blackmailed me after the night you raped me. It was blackmail, pure and simple with those pictures. You blackmailed me every time after that I had sex with any one of you. "You promised me the last time. You promised me Jeff, that you would give me the pictures. When I agreed to meet with you tonight, here, it was only after you gave me your word of honor that you would return the pictures. You promised that I wouldn't have to sleep with you. You promised." Damn it. Damn it, I was begging! "You promised? You told her that she wouldn't have to fuck us tonight?" It was Clay. Clay Fenner. He asked that of Jeff. "Come on Clay, get with it." That was Jeff again. "Jesus, this is the third time I promised her the pictures and we fucked instead. How do you think you got to fuck her? I told her that she would get the pictures if she just took care of you and Frank. And when was that, fuckin' three, four weeks ago." The room was quiet still. I was thinking that Clay would help me, maybe. Then Jeff continued, "Figure it out, Clay." He pointed his finger at me, "She knows what's going to happen. And she loves it. She loves our pricks in her cunt. She's a slut." And all the time I just listened to his talking. He was lying. I wasn't here because I wanted them to fuck me. I hated them. I wanted the pictures back. They promised. I stood up. "You promised. You did. I just want the pictures, and I want to get out of here. Haven't you had done enough to me?" "Hey, she just said she wanted the pictures. She didn't say nothing about not wanting to fuck us." That was Harold. "I want to get out of here. I want to get the pictures and go home," I said. "You loved it. Don't lie." Stupid, ugly Harold. "I did not! Just give me the pictures." I was still standing. I could feel my breasts rising and falling with my breathing. "I had sex with you...." Jeff interrupted before I could say any more. He raised his voice."You fucked us. What's this stupid 'I had sex.?' You didn't have no sex. You FUCKED. You put our pricks in your cunt. You gave us blow jobs. And I'll tell you something else, you came plenty. You were getting off. You loved it." The room was quiet. They were watching me. I didn't know what to say. Jeff took advantage of the pause. "Gee, Mrs. Huffman. You were our teacher. We loved you. You were a great teacher. But admit it, you are one hot teacher. I mean, hot. Those long legs of yours and your short skirts. And those tight blouses. And your tight skirts around your ass, we could see if you were wearing panties or thongs.." "I was just trying to dress nice. Nicely," I corrected myself, I was still their teacher. "I never intended that I end up sleeping with any of you." Truly, I didn't. I only wanted to look nice. That's all. I knew that I looked alright. I was aware that I had good legs and that my buns were nice and tight. I went to the gym three times a week. I knew my breasts showed against my blouses and that they looked good. But boys were supposed to have some control over themselves, people were. Clay got up from the chair he was sitting in. "You liked it when we fooled around in your office. You didn't stop me when I felt your tits. You spread your legs when I touched your twat. You were wet down there." I thought that Clay, at least, of all of them, that Clay would be sympathetic. He was one of the better students. Real nice. And he was one that I thought attractive. But he too. I couldn't control my breathing anymore. My breasts were moving up and down with my breathing. I was gulping air down through my mouth. I couldn't get enough air. I was not going to cry. "Please," I said, "Please. I just want to get the pictures. I just want to leave. Please." Everyone got quiet. Finally, Clay spoke up again. "Ahh, give her the pictures, Jeff. Just give em to her. "I thought we were going to have a nice party, a real gang bang," said Jeff. I didn't know why he was being so hateful. "Just give her the pictures," Clay repeated. He looked at Jeff. Jeff didn't say anything. He looked as if he was thinking. I sat back down to give him time to decide. He didn't say anything. He looked around the room. Finally, he let his eyes meet mine. "Ok, follow me," he said. He got up. I stood up and followed him. He went to the door on the right side of the room and went in. I followed him to the door but waited outside. It was a bed room. I could see a dresser and a big bed as well as a couch and a wardrobe closet. There was another bathroom at the end of the room. He walked over to the dresser and looked my way. "Come on in, what are you waiting for?" he said. "You want it, or don't you?" I still didn't go into the room. Behind me the rest of the group was quiet, watching to see what I would do next. I just stood there at the entrance, waiting for I don't know what. Finally Jeff moved to the night stand next to the bed and opened its drawer. "The pictures are here," he said. "Let me see them," I said. I hadn't moved from the doorway. "They're here. Right here," he said pointing to the open drawer. "Come on in and look for yourself." I moved just a foot or so into the room. He walked away from the night stand and stood right next to the open door. "What are you afraid of? It's just me," he said. He took my hand and led me into the room towards the night stand next to bed, kicking the door first so that it swung nearly closed. I was standing right next to the open drawer of the night stand now. I looked down into the open drawer. There was an envelope there and there were a bunch of condoms partially covering the envelope. "What is this about? Why did you make me walk over here? Are the pictures in the envelope?" I asked. The next thing I knew, he sort of touched my stomach and I was sitting on the bed. My hand was in the drawer, but Jeff put his hand over mine. "It's the pictures," he said, and he sat down next to me on the bed. I was still trying to pull the envelope from the drawer when he put his arm on my chest between my breast and my shoulder and gave me a gentle push. Before I knew it, I was laying down on the bed, my legs, though, still off the bed and my feet on the floor. The next thing I knew, Jeff had his body over mine, his face above mine, his chest pushing against mine. I started to protest, but he began to kiss me. He thrust his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I tried to say something, tried to get him to stop, but his mouth over mine, his tongue in my mouth stopped me from saying anything. I tried to move my body away from his, but after pushing and pulling all that resulted was that now my feet were off the floor and all of my body was on the bed. One of my shoes had fallen off, his hand was under my skirt and pushing up towards my panties and I still wasn't able to say anything. His hand between my legs was forcing my knees apart. "Stop," I was finally able to say. "Aww, come on, Mrs. Huffman," he was saying, "Come on, just a little bit, just one more time," he said. "Please," I said. "Please, stop. Please, you promised." His hand was now all the way up against my panties and he had pushed my skirt all the way up past my waist, bunched together there and exposing my legs and my cunt to his hands."You're so beautiful. I love you," he said. "Stop, stop, stop. Please. You promised. Please stop," I was saying as his hands continued their groping. One hand pulled my panties down mid thigh. His other hand was gripping my buttocks, squeezing. And I felt his hand on my cunt. His finger was pushing against my clit. He was rubbing his finger against my clit in a circular motion. In spite of myself, I felt my vagina getting wet. I Wanted him to stop, but I was getting so excited. "Please, please, please, please," I kept on repeating. "Please, what?" he said. "Please," was all I was able to say. I murmured it into his ear. "Please," I repeated over and over into his ear. "Please, what," he persisted. His finger didn't stop its pressure against my clit. His other hand was trying to separate my knees further apart, but my panties around my calves kept my legs from separating. I didn't even know what the 'please, please' I kept on muttering meant. Please, what, I didn't know. Finally, I was able to whisper, my voice was weak, barely loud enough for him to hear, "please stop." "You don't really mean that," he said. He had his leg between mine and his foot was pushing my panties all the way down to my ankles and then off my ankles. "Please stop," I whispered again but this time my voice was so low I didn't think he could even hear it, I was breathing so loudly and he was repeating, "Mrs. Huffman, Mrs. Huffman," and there was no way he could hear me. Suddenly I could feel his prick against me. I could feel it through his pants. It was hard against my groin. My skirt was above my waist. I didn't have panties on anymore. He was unbuttoning my blouse. Now his belt was undone and he was shimmying out of his pants, his arms over mine, his mouth over mine and his tongue in my mouth.