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Eddie, Gina and Me

By: bjmichaels



I swear to God: Never, ever have I had the slightest romantic interest or felt a physical attraction to a guy in my entire life. My carnal interests were purely heterosexual. 

Women are shapely and soft; smell nice and are smooth to the touch. Men are rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. 

Men belch and fart in public without shame; they make inappropriate comments, and laugh too loud at their own dirty jokes. They treat women like objects, not human beings, and constantly boast of their sexual conquests.

That was me in a nutshell. I was a loud, and proud, card-carrying member of the pussy-chasing male gender. 

Life was good. When I rolled out of bed at noon, I'd fix lunch, take a shower then play golf. When I got home I'd shower again then sit beside the pool and ogle the nearly naked women. At night I'd hit two-three nice bars, try to pick up women, drive home while I was still capable then drink enough JD until I passed-out.

I spent money like I actually had it: playing nice golf courses with high greens-fees then buying drinks for pretty women at night. 

For some reason, the women never came home with me. I would ply them with liquor then they'd leave the bar with taller, more manly-type guys. 

I am 5'7" and weigh 140 pounds with light, brown hair. I'm not fat; I'm not muscular either; I'm average. 

Many women (and some men) have said I was 'good-looking' or 'pretty'. I didn't much like it when someone said, "You're a very pretty boy."

Sure, I looked younger than my 21 years, and I was carded in every bar I went, but if I was so damned 'pretty', why wouldn't women go home with me?

One day after golf, as I entered my apartment building, I stopped to get my mail. I was a procrastinator at things, and hadn't gotten my mail in a week.

There seemed to be more bills than normal. When I opened my bank statement I nearly pissed myself.

Good grief, I thought as I looked at my balance. How is this possible? I barely had enough money to pay the bills and the rent, which was due in four days.

That was my 'wake-up call'. It was time to go back to work.

I'd worked in a factory for three years until the owners closed it and shipped all our jobs to China. Men and women who'd worked there 10-20-30 years were shocked and horrified at having to find new jobs, especially at their ages, but I had saved a boatload of money and looked forward to being 'retired' for a while.

I couldn't believe I'd blown thru all that money in such a short time.

"The party's over," I said to myself. "It's time to go to work."

I soon discovered that was easier said than done.

I hadn't looked at the 'want-ads' in the newspaper for a long time. 

Holy crap, I thought when I saw how few jobs were listed. How is this possible in a city this size?

I scanned the listings and saw I wasn't qualified for any of the decent paying jobs. I began working in the factory right out of high school so I never went to college and the best paying jobs listed required a college degree.

There were quite a few restaurant jobs: bartenders, servers, server assistants, dishwashers, etc. The kinds of jobs other people did; jobs that, while I didn't look down on the people who performed them, I just didn't consider them 'meaningful work'.

I grew frustrated and said, "To hell with it!" and took a shower and put on my bathing suit and dark glasses and went to the pool.

I saw Gina sitting poolside by her herself; we'd met a couple weeks earlier. She was a pretty girl with a hot body, about my age, and we'd had nice conversations. I thought she was too pretty to go out with me so I never asked.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, pointing at the pool chair next to her. Her bikini didn't leave much to the imagination as I stared at her ample cleavage. When my eyes roamed downward, I could see a couple jet-black pubic hairs poking out from the crotch of her bottoms. 

"Oh, hi, cutie," she said, looking up over the rim of her sunglasses. "No, please, sit down before Merv the Perv makes his dick-walk thru here."

I laughed and sat down.

'Merv the 'Perv' was the buildings maintenance man. His actual name was Mervin. The girls had given him the nickname because every afternoon he would walk around the pool and silently, but openly stare at each girl's attributes. As he made his walk, his prick would slowly grow harder and harder in his slacks creating a bulge everyone could see, thus the terms 'Merv the Perv' and 'dick-walk'.

It was easy to talk with Gina. I felt completely at ease with her. Maybe that's why I'd developed a crush on her after knowing her such a short time.

""Johnny, you go out a lot, have you been to the new club on Riverside Drive?" she asked. "They've got these huge, sparkling chandeliers hanging over the biggest dance floor I've ever seen."

"No," I said. "I've driven by it -- I've been meaning to go but haven't yet."

She smiled then said, "A bunch of us from work are going there tonight -- want to meet us there?"

Without thinking, I asked, "Are the drinks expensive?"

"Yeah, it's kind of 'spendy'," she said, "but nothing that a guy like you can't afford."

Okay, so maybe I exaggerated some about my finances. I mean, if you like a girl you can't tell her you're nearly broke, can you?

"Well, yeah...maybe I'll see you there," I lied. I had no intention of going.

We both laid back and soaked in the sunshine. 

The chairs around the pool were slowly filling up with people. As usual, there were far more guys than girls. From time-to-time a beautiful face or fine body walked by and I studied their movements and admired their features.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm able to admire guys, as well as women. Okay, maybe 'admire' is the wrong word. I was more envious than anything.

Women always seemed to be attracted to bigger, more muscular guys than me, and when I saw men like that, I was jealous of their physiques, and the attention they received from girls. 

We heard the rusty gate at the other side of the pool open, the gate no one else used. 

"Oh God," muttered Gina, "...here he comes...."

Sure enough, it was Merv the Perv. There was scattered laughter, and most conversations stopped in mid-sentence. Everyone wore sunglasses but you knew their eyes were trained on him.

The man was in good shape, and wasn't hideous to look at. He seemed to be a perfectly normal guy, except, of course, his 'dick-walk' creeped-out all the girls at the pool.

They had complained to management, but Merv always said, "I'm just doing my job making sure everything is okay."

Since I'd been a daily visitor to the pool, I knew what to expect.

Even though he wore sunglasses you could tell he was eyeing all the girls sitting around the pool as he walked by. The movement of his head was a complete give-away.

As Merv slowly made his walk, I knew exactly what everyone was staring at, or should I say 'where' everyone was looking. And Merv never failed to entertain.

Sure enough, I watched with fascination as the bulge in his slacks slowly grew. Anyone thirty-feet away could see it.

By the time he walked by Gina and myself, it appeared as though a snake was trying to burst-out from the crotch of his slacks. It was unnerving that a guy could be that well-endowed.

When Merv finally left the pool area everyone spoke in muted voices.

"My goodness," Gina said after exhaling, "...he's a total jerk but I sure would like a closer look at that bad-boy between his legs...how about you, Johnny?"

I froze. I felt my face redden. I was speechless for a moment.

"Huh? What?" I stammered as I searched for words. "No-no, 'that' does not interest me...."

She laughed and said, "Uh-huh, sure...."

I felt two-feet tall when I left the pool and returned to my apartment; Gina had emasculated and disheartened me whether she meant to or not. 

Why would she say something like that? Does she really think I'm gay? 

I flopped down on the couch and stared straight ahead. My head was spinning as my life flashed before my eyes.

Sure, I thought, I'm inexperienced with girls, and yes, I've only had sex with one girl, but that doesn't make me queer. I'm shy -- I don't know how to approach girls; I don't know what to say to them. I'd gladly have sex with any girl who wanted me.

I heard some noise. When I shook my head back to reality I realized someone was knocking on my door.

When I opened the door I was surprised to see Gina. She wasn't wearing sunglasses; it was the first time I'd seen her eyes. She had the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. My face reddened again. I wondered how she knew where I lived.

"Are...are you alright?" she asked. "You left so quickly I thought something was wrong...I'm really sorry -- I didn't mean to embarrass you."

I didn't know what to say. I guess I did overreact to her words, but now she knew a sensitive area of my life. An area I was uncomfortable discussing with anyone.

I was lost for words.

"Can I come in? Can we talk?" she said with all sincerity.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I mumbled and opened the door wider so she could enter the apartment.

"Wow," she said as she looked around the living room. "You're a great housekeeper -- I wish I could keep my place this clean."

I still didn't know what to say. Why is she here? I wondered.

"Oh," she said with mild surprise, "...are you looking for a job?"

The newspaper was open to the want ads, and my laptop still had the job search site I'd been reading earlier.

"I, ah, yeah..." I said, finally feeling more relaxed. "I'm afraid my retirement days are over...I need to find work."

Her beautiful eyes lit up and she said, "You know, we're looking for a server assistant where I work...I mean, I'm sure you're looking for something more meaningful, but for now, you'd at least be bringing home some money...you'd be working nights, you could still look for a job in your field during the day."

She's beautiful AND smart, I thought.

She was a server at the 'Olive Loaf', one of the most popular Italian restaurants in town. In our conversations she hinted she made good money there.

"It ain't brain surgery," she'd said, "but I can sure buy myself a lot of pretty things with my tips."

She was right. I needed to earn money, and bussing tables wouldn't be so bad until I found something else.

"It sounds fine, but I don't have any experience," I said. "Isn't the owner looking for someone more qualified?"

"Leave the owner to me. I can guarantee he'll hire you," she boasted.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"My daddy owns the restaurant," she said with a wink of an eye.

The next day I went there at 8am. The restaurant didn't open for business until eleven so I went around back to the delivery dock like Gina had told me. 

I was surprised by all the activity. Guys were busy unloading trucks full of fresh vegetables, produce and meat. 

I saw a man with two clipboards inspecting each box as they came off the trucks. From her description, it had to be Gina's father. I didn't want to interrupt him so I stood about ten-feet away and watched. 

Not only did he look inside all the boxes and check them off his order list, he had something to say about the contents of every box.

"The peppers look good -- those tomatoes are soft -- I ordered two cases of veal—where's the second box?"

"HEY KID -- WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I heard him yell.

I looked at him with some confusion. Was he talking to me? I didn't think he knew I was there.

"Yeah—YOU," he said, giving me a quick glance. "GET OVER HERE."

I felt myself trembling when I stood beside him. I didn't speak up fast enough.

"Well—what is it, kid?" he said, never taking his eyes off the crates and boxes.

"Uh, I, ah—I can wait for a better time, Mr. DeAngelo," I stammered.

"There is no better time, kid—what is it?"

"Well, uh, I want to apply for the server assistant job," I said quickly.

"HEY MORON," he shouted; making me jump and wonder if he was talking to me.

"Take this wilted shit back to Mario and tell him if he tries to unload his brown lettuce on me again I'll come over and shove it up his ass!"

He swiveled his head from the clipboard and looked me up and down.

"You Gina's friend?"

"Yes, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Ah, John, sir."

"Your last name, boy!"

"Oh, ah, Olson, sir."

'Swede, huh?"

"Well, my great-grandparent's were from Sweden...I mean, yes, sir."

"Swede's are good workers...go see the woman in my office—she'll give you the paperwork and shirts—be here at five o'clock and ready to work."

"Yes sir—thank you, sir!"

I'd been to plenty of restaurants in my life and thought I knew what bussers did: they remove dirty dishes from tables and they pour water for the guests. It looked simple enough. Boy, was I naïve.

The restaurant closed at ten, and by the time I finished my 'sidework' at eleven, my head was spinning and I was exhausted. 

A girl named Angela trained me. She said we had the smallest section with the fewest tables so I'd be able to learn what was expected. We worked for two servers, whose names I forgot immediately, who each had four tables. 

From six o'clock until closing, those tables were either occupied, or waiting for us to clean and set up again. 

"Speed is everything," Angela said. "The faster you can turn a table -- the more guests a server will have -- which means more money for the servers, and a bigger 'tip-out' for you at the end of the night."

I went straight home to sleep after work. 

I dreamt of bus tubs full of heavy dishes and goblets; of hauling buckets of ice; of sticking hands and fingers in gooey butter and sauces; of proper placement of silverware and plates; of forcing a constant smile; of the occasional guest treating me like a second class citizen, and the forty dollars Angela gave me after the shift.

FORTY-DOLLARS! REALLY? Hardly seemed worth it.

The next night was more of the same, but I was better prepared, and knew what I should be doing and what was expected.

Both nights I saw Gina sparingly, and had time for only a smile and a nod.

On the third night Gina greeted me with a huge smile.

"Daddy thinks you're doing great! From now on you'll be working Section 2 with me and Eddie."

I smiled back and said, "Good!" 

I assumed Eddie was another busser and I'd be helping him. I was wrong. 

"Eddie's a great server," she said. "He really has a special way with people. He makes the most money of all the servers here."

When she walked away I went to look at the Section chart.

Good grief! I thought. 

I saw that Section 2 was the biggest section. Gina and Eddie each had six tables. That would mean instead of working eight tables with another busser, I'd be working twelve tables by myself.

Calm down, I told myself, you can do this; just remember what Angela taught you and you'll be fine.

I went about my work of stocking ice, filling water pitchers and rolling silverware in cloth napkins. I was feeling better about working by myself.

I was rolling the last of the silverware when I recognized Gina's voice coming from the server's salad station, around a corner from me.

She called out "Hi, Eddie" then I heard this booming, rich baritone voice, ask her, "Hey sexy, did you get lucky last night?"

Gina giggled and said, "I think you were more his style than me -- he just doesn't know it yet...no matter what I did he couldn't get it up...he kept asking me questions about you, and when I told him I'd introduce you two he said, 'Don't be silly -- I'm not gay'...uh-huh, sure...."

I heard Eddie's deep laughter, and melodic voice. He sounded like a real man's-man. 

"Yeah, I wish you would have...that kid I took out to the car couldn't keep himself from biting my dick...it was the worst blowjob I've ever received."

"Oh, poor baby," Gina giggled again. 

"Maybe after work you can blow me for old time's sake?" Eddie asked playfully.

Gina chuckled and said, "I tried converting you once. I'm not making that mistake again...oh, by the way, Johnny's going to be our busser, I don't want you playing grab-ass with him and scaring him off."

There was that laugh again. What a beautiful laugh.

"Are you still mad about Marko?" he asked. "I can't help it that when they get a taste of my fine, Italian sausage they're ruined for life."

"Marko was a good busser up until you took him to the Cayman's...my God, when you guys got back he couldn't walk straight for a week and he began dropping plates and glasses...in five days, you changed him from a laughing, confident man to a bumbling sissy-boy."

"Honey," Eddie replied, "I don't 'change' anyone. I just bring out what is already there...."

I was learning more about Eddie than I cared or wanted. Since I was going to work with him, though, I decided to meet him. I cleared my throat before I walked around the corner.

I was prepared to see a big, brute of a man who belonged to that booming voice, but I received the shock of my life when I saw him. He stood about 5'4" and was probably 130 pounds. I was confused; I looked around for another guy.

Gina's face lit up when she saw me.

"Johnny, this is Eddie...." she said.

We shook hands. His grip hurt me but I didn't show it.

"Hey, babe, you're right -- he really is a cutie-pie!" Eddie said with a smile on his handsome face.

I blushed and Gina exclaimed, "Eddie, you're incorrigible!"

"You're probably a little nervous with this being the first night on your own," he said. "Don't worry about a thing...Gina and I will help you through it."

His smile and calm demeanor soothed my nerves. His authoritative style and voice reassured me, too. He may have been a few inches shorter than me, but he carried himself with confidence. I was immediately impressed by his outlook and attitude.

I worked hard throughout the night. I had to -- Eddie always seemed one step ahead of me. He not only did his job, but did what he could to make mine easier. 

When I saw a water glass that needed to be refilled, he was there before me. On his way to and from the kitchen, he never failed to pick up a dirty plate, or replace an empty basket of breadsticks. 

I was new to the business, but it was clear to me he was an outstanding worker. He never made any wasted movements; he always knew which table needed something, and when he wasn't busy helping me, or bringing out huge trays of food, he carried on six different conversations with his tables. 

He kept his guests laughing and smiling; all the while delivering their food promptly, and with a smile on his face. He was amazing.

I studied his motions, and tried to emulate them. Everything he did had a smooth and casual, effortless flow. He was truly providing his guests with a dining experience they'd remember for a long time.

Throughout the night, when a table needed something and he was busy, he'd say to me, "Cutie, table nine needs a new fork, or Sweetie, table ten needs to be watered."

At one point he said to me, "Johnny, I hope you're not offended by me calling you these names -- you're not a homophobe, are you?"

"Good grief, no, Eddie," I replied. 

He wrinkled his nose and with a mischievous grin said, "Good -- because you are a 'cutie' -- hell, you're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen!"

Then he patted my ass and said, "And I just love your tight, little tushy!"

I blushed, but he was gone before I could say anything.

Strangely enough, his attention made me feel good. I couldn't explain it, but I wanted his approval. When he smiled at me I smiled back. When he winked at me, I felt a warm glow. I liked him, and wanted him to like me. 

I was sure he was just trying to put me at ease; helping me to relax in a fast-paced and sometimes hectic environment. I was certain there was nothing sexual in his conduct, and besides, how could you get mad at someone who thought you were cute and had a nice 'tushy'?


Eddie, Gina and Me Ch. 02



Gina and I waited for Eddie on the bench in front of our apartment building. We would first go to lunch, then Eddie was going to take me to the RiversEdge Saloon so I could get my car; I'd left it there the night before when I was too intoxicated to drive. 

We made small talk; I was glad she didn't say a word about our sexy drive home the previous evening, and, thankfully, she didn't ask what Eddie and I had done when we were alone in my apartment.

I have to admit, in the light of a new day, and completely sober, I felt vaguely confused and ashamed I had gotten so excited kissing another guy...not to mention how I made Eddie climax...even after rinsing three-times with mouthwash this morning, I swore his taste was still on my tongue.

We saw Eddie's car approaching and stood and walked to the street.

"So Sweetie, is Eddie a better kisser than all your other boyfriends?" she blurted out.

I stopped dead in my tracks. HUH? WHAT? My face turned bright red; my eyes wide open.

"W-What do you mean? I-I-I never kissed a guy before!" I stammered defensively.

She whipped her head around and stared at me.

"C'mon---GET OUTTA HERE!" she said in total disbelief. 

I blushed a darker red when I realized what she was implying. 

"No-no," I protested. "I've never been with a guy before! I-I-I don't know what came over me last night---I think it was the liquor!"

Her face suddenly softened as she stared into my eyes.

"You're serious, aren't you, Sweetie?" she said barely above a whisper. "You don't think you're queer?"

I blushed at her use of the word 'queer'...I vehemently shook my head.

Eddie stopped before us and Gina opened the car door and said to me, "I'll sit next to Eddie---you have some issues to work out!"

When I climbed in and leaned forward to say "Hi" to Eddie, I felt a warm glow inside me as I stared at his handsome face. I thanked him for the ride home the night before...I guess I stared at him a couple seconds longer than necessary because I heard Gina say under her breath, "Uh-huh, sure!"

Gina and I decided it was dumb for both of us to drive to work so we would alternate weeks.

As for the job itself, I guessed Gina mentioned our conversation to Eddie; he was friendly and helpful with me, but he refrained from any sexual innuendos, and he kept his hands to himself. 

We continued talking and joking with one another, but it was impersonal, strictly professional. I kind of missed the old Eddie...

Gina and I grew closer. I found her so easy to talk with I considered her my new best friend. During the day we hung out at the pool; then we'd ride to-and-from work every night. 

We were becoming so close, sometimes Gina wasn't as modest as she should have been around me. When she knew it was me at her door, I'd be greeted by the sight of her in various stages of undress. 

The sight of her in lacy bra's, and sheer panties caused me innumerable erections, and an almost daily case of blue balls. I fantasized about her sexy lingerie every night when I satisfied myself.

Eddie, Gina and me went to the RiversEdge Saloon two-three nights a week. She loved to dance, and Eddie and I were more than happy to be her partners. 

Sometimes, when she danced with another guy, Eddie and I would dance together...I was becoming less self-conscious about dancing with him when I realized the crowd around us couldn't care less about two guys dancing together...plus, he was such a good dancer, I was aware of many eyes watching us, and I was strangely proud to be his partner.

It was a Saturday night when things between me and Gina changed.

She insisted I dance all the slow dances with her; that in itself wasn't unusual, but on this particular night, she decided to rub and gyrate herself against me every dance. 

She held me tight, pushing her breasts on my chest; her hands stroking my back, and every so often she reached down and massaged my buttocks. She ground her pelvis into mine and seductively smiled when she felt my erection against her. My balls hurt so badly I thought for sure I was going to humiliate myself and cum in my pants.

After one such dance, we returned to where Eddie was seated, my hands in front of my crotch hiding my hard-on. He introduced us to a guy named, Terry. They seemed to already know each other. Terry, was all over Eddie, and for some reason, I didn't like it.

They soon disappeared onto the dance floor and that's when Gina began stroking my thigh. She leaned in close, her hot breath in my ear made my prick twitch and jump.

"Sweetie..." she whispered. "I think it's time..."

I hesitated then asked, "Time for what?"

Her teeth nipped my earlobe then said, "Time for us to be 'friends with benefits'!"

Oh my God---my dream was about to come true!

She took my hand and guided me thru the crowd and out the front door. When we were inside my car, she sat close beside me, and we kissed for the first time. Her lips were soft, warm and pliant...I couldn't get enough of her sweet mouth...our tongues leapt and danced...our heavy breathing began to fog the windows. 

She suddenly broke the kiss and, holding my head close to hers exclaimed, "WHEW---Eddie was right---you ARE a wonderful kisser!" then kissed me again.

Eddie thinks I'm a wonderful kisser? That's a nice thing to say...

Then her hand was on my thigh...more aggressive this time...she caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping a half-inch short of my aching balls...I kissed her harder---I pressed my lips on hers and took her wild tongue deep into my mouth.

When we broke for air, she said in her husky sex voice, "Remember what happened when Eddie squeezed your cock?" and sure enough, she boldly grasped my hard-on thru my slacks and gave it two short strokes.

The sperm and semen exploded from my balls in four intense volleys. My hips bucked off the seat as I cried out and filled my briefs with sticky cum. 

It had been a couple weeks since the three of us had been in the front seat of Eddie's car...I never knew until now that it was Eddie's hand that gave me that wonderful climax. 

When the unmistakable aroma wafted up from my crotch assaulting our noses, Gina whispered in my ear, "You owe me one, Sweetie!" and giggled.

"My panties are soaked, Johnny...when we get to my place I want you to lick my pussy---will you lick my pussy, Sweetie?"

Oh my God, what dirty talk! No girl has ever spoken to me like that!

"Y-Yes----oh yes, I'll lick your pussy..." was all I could say.

I found a parking spot on the street in front of our building. When the cool night air hit us as we climbed out of the car, I became extremely self-conscious of my cold and wet crotch.

"I-I, uh, need to go and change," I stammered. "...then I'll meet you at your place!"

She took my hand and giggled. "You can clean yourself in MY bathroom!"

"Oh---okay," I replied.

I stood naked in her bathroom, washing myself with a warm and damp washcloth. I looked at the pink robe she'd given me to wear, and felt rather foolish. 

"I can't wear this!" I'd said when she first handed it to me.

"Don't be silly!" she'd said. Then added with a smile, "You won't be wearing it very long anyway!"

When I was dry, I slipped the robe over my shoulders and cinched the belt tightly around me. The silken feel of the robe draped on my body surprised---then delighted me. I ran my hands up-and-down my chest, luxuriating in the soft and sensuous material.

The hem of the robe was just above my knees; I unconsciously pressed the material against my growing erection until I had a full blown hard-on...I couldn't help myself---I wrapped the silk around my prick and squeezed---OH MY GOD---how wonderful does THAT feel?

The bathroom door swung open and I blushed fifty shades of red as Gina laughed softly and said, "Yes, I thought you might like that robe!"

I stammered, "Uh, I-I-uh---"

She cut me off: "Sweetie, don't be embarrassed---I want to know everything about you...what you like and don't like, and especially---what excites you---what makes your dick hard..." 

She offered me her hand and said, "C'mon, I want to show you something that turns ME on!"

She guided me to her computer table and had me sit down. I was confused and a little frustrated...I wanted to take her in my arms and ravish her and now I found myself staring at a computer screen.

"Key in 'penis-cocks-and-pricks-dot-com'---small letters—no spaces!" she said.

"Huh? What?" I asked. "I really don't want to look at THAT stuff!"

She leaned over and ran her hands up and down my chest thru the silken material. She suddenly grasped my hard-on and squeezed.

"Do it for me, Sweetie," she breathed into my ear. "I want to show you what I like to see---okay?"

"Ohhh, okay..." was all I could say.

She pushed her tongue in my ear and whispered, "Penis-cocks-and-pricks-dot-com'..."

My hands were shaking so badly I made several mistakes, but finally, when the images popped up on the screen and I found myself looking at photos of naked men and boys, I realized it was a gay website. 

She squeezed my prick again and said, "Good boy!"

She continued whispering. "I want you to scroll down all the way and look at all the photos, okay, Sweetie?"

Uhhh, okay," I replied. I wanted to ask why we were doing this, but remained silent and looked at the dirty pictures.

"I'll be right back---I'm going to get naked and put on my own robe," her hot breath in my ear caused a shiver to race up my spine. I nearly came when she squeezed my prick hard before she left me alone.

I did as I was told and slowly scrolled down and studied each photograph. There were many photos of pretty boys holding hard cocks; or on their knees with their lips wrapped around the man's glans; or bending over for a man, holding his erection and guiding it to their assholes.

I was three-quarters of the way down the screen when I stopped and stared at a particular photo.

A guy, not much older than me, stood naked, his erection jutting out before him; and on his knees was a pretty, naked boy, at least I thought it was a boy, his hair was longer than mine, and he had tiny mounds protruding from his chest; his nipples were his most prominent feature---long and thick---I'd never seen nipples that long...he had the man's cockhead in his mouth with one hand holding his scrotum; the other hand wrapped around the base of the man's impressive cock.

There was something so sexy about the photo I had to fight the overwhelming urge to masturbate...I simply sat unmoving and unable to look away from the erotic tableau.

I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin when Gina's hands suddenly pinched my nipples hard...I turned to face her but she held me still.

"Yes, I like that photo, too---keep looking at it..." she instructed. 

She fondled and pinched my nipples with one hand then grasped my hard prick with the other. She slowly stroked it up-and-down. I'd never experienced sensations like the ones the silk gave me as she firmly trapped my penis in the folds of the robe.

I couldn't hold out much longer. I was enveloped with panic and weakly pushed at her hand but she stopped me by saying, "It's okay, Sweetie...I want you to cum in the robe---it's okay---don't fight it..."

I was lost in a fog of lust so strong and powerful I simply allowed her to have her way with me. I even aided her with upward thrusts of my hips. The churning cum in my balls sealed my fate.

She bit my earlobe; her hot breath sending chills up my spine. "Do you recognize that cock?"

"No-no---why would I? No, I don't---"

Her hot breath in my ear again. "Sweetie, that cock is identical to Eddie's cock---remember?"

"Ohhhh..." I groaned; her hand was taking me to the brink once again, and I was powerless to stop her. 

Her hand moved faster and harder. "What are you thinking right now---who are you pretending to be, Johnny---the man standing...or the boy on his knees?" 

She squeezed me hard and the sperm and semen suddenly gushed from my balls up thru my cock and splashed against the silken folds of the robe.

"OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD---YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSS..."

All the while my cockhead spit and spurt my viscous fluids, she pumped me hard and whispered over-and-over, "Good boy---good boy---good boy---good boy..."

When my body finally came to rest, I was not only breathless, but also in the grips of an overwhelming sense of helplessness---she had given me the most spectacular orgasm of my life while she made me stare at a man's hard cock---I was paralyzed with fear; because of my weakness, I had relinquished control of our budding relationship to her.

If she chose to use it, she now had the power to destroy my fragile psyche, and totally humiliate me. 

She reached inside the robe and scooped up my discharge, and to my horror, she presented her glistening hand to my face and said, "Lick my hand clean, Sweetie!" 

From the tone of her voice I could tell it was an order and not a request...she patted my head condescendingly as I lapped-up my cold and sticky cum. 

She surprised me when she kissed my wet lips.

"Look at me, Sweetie," she said.

I had been afraid to look into her eyes; I thought I would see mocking derision. Instead, I saw warmth, and the beautiful smile on her pretty face comforted me. 

"You're not very experienced with girls, are you Sweetie?" she said; then not waiting for my answer she added, "Johnny, I'm going to teach you---I'm going to help you with your sexuality, okay?"

I wasn't sure what she meant by 'helping me with my sexuality' but her voice was so soothing and sincere, I managed to nod my head and say, "I'd like that..."

When we stood, she said, "Take off your robe..."

I hesitated, thinking she would remove hers, as well, but she crossed her arms over her breasts and simply stared at me.

"Johnny, take off your robe!" she repeated forcefully.

I blushed at the thought of being naked before her, but obeyed her command. She took the robe from me, and slowly looked me up and down. She then took me in her arms and kissed me.

"My pussy is sopping wet---I'm going to teach you how to eat my cunt---would you like to eat my cunt, Sweetie?" she said.

My face turned a dark red. I shyly said, "I-I, uh...guys aren't supposed to use the 'c' word, are they?"

She chuckled and replied, "Only as a proper noun---never as an adjective! What do you have to say to me now, Sweetie?"

With my face still burning, I averted my eyes and softly said, "Yes, I'd like to eat your cunt."

She lifted my chin and playfully scolded me. "Johnny, that wasn't very convincing---say it like you mean it---and this time look into my eyes!"

My heart was pounding. I'd never said such a dirty thing to a girl before.

Thru watery eyes, I stared at her and said, "Yes, I want to eat your cunt..." and then to my surprise, I added, "Please teach me how to eat your cunt, Gina!"

She smiled and said, "Good boy!" then took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

A couple hours earlier, she and I were on equal footing, now as I followed her, naked and vulnerable, I realized the power she had over me...and I knew I was helpless to refuse her anything...my heavily ingrained macho mind-set was developing small cracks and fissures. My father's constant lectures of man's domination over females were at odds with my current situation. 

I found Gina's aggressive behavior exciting, not to mention downright sexually stimulating. I enjoyed obeying her commands...in fact, letting her be the 'boss' in our relationship made me feel happy---it relieved me of the pressure I'd always felt with girls that somehow I was in charge of our happiness...I found it much more comfortable being the one obeying, than the one issuing the suggestions and orders.

I discovered another side to my personality. I found the old saying "It is better to give than to receive" absolutely true!

Our first night in her bed, she playfully called me her "pussy-eater in-training" and over the next few days she gave me plenty of 'lessons.' 

I never realized women have just as strong sexual 'needs' as men...growing-up, my mother never came close to discussing sex with me, and my father, well, his idea of sex education was a wink then declaring, "I got some last night---I gave it to her pretty good too...you know, John, women aren't built like us---they only want sex to make babies...but most of 'em understand it's their wifely duty to take care of their man's needs...your mom's good at opening her legs for me whenever I want..."

YUCK!! Talk about TMI---It's a miracle I have any interest in sex at all...ha-ha-ha-ha...

Anyway, I soon discovered Gina's strong 'needs'...and I am always eager and happy to oblige her...I find it very gratifying to hear first her moans of pleasure, then her screams and shouts when she orgasms...being on my knees between her open thighs has become second-nature to me even though that mysterious jungle 'down-there' still scares me.

One morning she said: "You know, Sweetie, the first of the month is coming up---our rents are due---don't you think it would be smarter if you moved in here with me? We'll save a lot of money!"

"Aren't I supposed to give a 30-day notice? Merv the Perv won't refund my deposit," I replied. Merv is the building superintendent---notorious for his 'dick-walks' around the swimming pool staring at the scantily clad girls.

Gina winked and said, "Don't you worry your pretty little head over it---I'll go talk to him!"

I blushed and softly said, "Oh, okay..."

As usual, she convinced me her logic was flawless, and in the coming days I moved what few possessions I owned into her apartment.

She assigned duties for the both of us. Since she made a lot more money than I did, she volunteered to buy our groceries, laundry and cleaning supplies...I would do the laundry, clean the apartment, and she would teach me how to cook. Fair enough...

My first night living with her, our sex life became slightly kinkier, and a whole lot more exciting when she introduced me to her 'best friends'---her vibrators. 

In addition, she wanted me to try something new; she began to masturbate me with her panties...not the sexy lace ones, but her sheer and smooth, see-thru panties...I can't begin to describe the wonderful sensations the material gives me when she wraps them around my erection---I had thought the silk robe on my flesh was fantastic---the panties are a hundred-times more exciting and erotic!

After I bring her to orgasm with my hands and mouth, she will allow me to climax, too.

The first few nights, she would have me in different positions as she moved the vibrator back-and-forth over my perineum and anus with her panties wrapped around my 'dicky' (as she likes to call it) while she masturbated me...OH MY GOD----my orgasms were the most powerful of my life...and then, and I almost hate to admit this, when she started to oil the head of the dildo and push it inside me---OH MY GOD---I thought my head would explode when I shot gobs-and-gobs of spunk into the panties!

I even became accustomed to the taste of my semen as she made me clean her panties with my lips and tongue after every mind-numbing orgasm. It is at moments like these, when we cuddle and hold each other, I will tell her how much I love her and she will return my kisses on my still-glistening lips and say, "I love you, too, Sweetie!"

Yes, I know you're probably thinking I'm kind of a wuss for submitting so easily to every one of Gina's commands, but in all honesty, I've never been happier...or more fulfilled as a human being. 

And yes, if my father knew I was a willing receptacle for Gina's dildos he'd have a heart attack, but Gina has opened my eyes to the fact that a man does not have to maul and paw a woman like an animal to be considered a man---that it is perfectly normal to experiment with ones sexuality in order to discover ones true nature.




Eddie, Gina and Me Ch. 02



Case in point: every night before we make love, Gina has me at the computer where both of us look at 'peniscocksandpricks.com'...my father would have a brain aneurism if he knew I was staring at men's cocks...and quite frankly, before Gina, I would never have gone to that website.

But under her guidance, I am now able to appreciate the beauty of a firm erection and a pair of well-formed balls...we even laugh, and point out the 'equipment' we like...my father's favorite admonishment to me has been "No son of mine will ever be a faggot!"...but thanks to Gina, I now understand the old gender stereotypes are wrong---that if a woman wants to be a lumberjack---fine...if a man is more comfortable in what was a traditionally feminine role---that is perfectly acceptable, too!

Gina says to me quite often, "Life is far too short to live it as someone you are not---find out who you really are---only then will love and happiness be yours forever!"

Sometimes I get frustrated that Gina will not allow me to have intercourse with her.

One night I tried to climb on top of her but she stopped me and said, "Sweetie, I think it's time we talk about this."

We sat side-by-side on the bed, her arm around my shoulders; two fingers of her hand gently gripping and slowly stroking my hard prick.

"Sweetie, my pussy and your little dicky are not a good fit!" she said, but not in a mean way, 

I protested, "It's not THAT small---I'm pretty sure it's average size!"

"Oh Sweetie," she said clucking her tongue, "...do you know what 'average' is?"

I immediately regretted starting this conversation. I've had a small frame my whole life. I am 5'6 and 130 pounds...but when I look down at my hard-on it looks big to ME...but no, I've never measured it.

She abruptly stood and tugged on my penis and I followed her into the living room. 

She guided me to the computer table and said, "Google--'average penis size'..."

My hands began to tremble. I had a sinking feeling I didn't want to know the truth.

"There, Sweetie, you see! The average length of a REAL man's erection is between 5.5 and 6.3 inches...and the average girth is 4.7 to 5.1 inches..."

"B-But I'm close to that---it's not much shorter than that!" I replied defensively.

"Oh Sweetie," she said exasperated. "I don't want to do this but you have to know the truth---you don't want to live a lie, do you?"

"I...uh, I..." was all I could say as I watched her open the table drawer. She pulled out the tape measure I knew to be there. She measured me from the base to the tip.

"What does that say, Sweetie? How long is your penis?" she softly asked me.

My heart sank as my face flushed; I felt moisture in my eyes. I was mortified by what I saw.

She kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Say it out loud, Sweetie---trust me---it will help you...how long is your penis---it's just barely over three-inches, right?"

I wanted to run and hide but knew it was futile. 

"It's, uh, three-and-a-sixteenth inches..." I said, almost wanting to cry.

She moved the tape and wrapped it around my hard-on.

"And the girth, Sweetie? What does the tape say?" she asked softly again.

Her voice wasn't mocking or condescending. I knew she was being as gentle and diplomatic as she could be.

"Two inches...it's two inches around..." I said as though I was acknowledging a cruel defeat.

"Good boy," she said.

I lost my erection so she took my hand.

"C'mon, let's go back to the bedroom...you deserve a treat, Sweetie---would you like a 'special treat'?"

"I guess so..." I said in a small and admittedly whiny voice. 

I felt like a different person as I followed her...humiliated? ...less masculine? I was never more unsure of myself as I was at that moment. Who am I? WHAT am I????

At the end of the bed, she said, "Get on all-fours, Sweetie!"

I meekly obeyed her. When I was on my hands and knees I opened my legs wide for her, like I did whenever she used the vibrator on me.

She took out the oil and the dildo and disappeared behind me. I soon felt the oil on my anus. She talked while she lubricated my hole.

"So now you understand, Sweetie---your little dicky and my pussy are not compatible---neither of us would get any pleasure from it..."

I grunted when the dildo pushed thru my sphincter. She used more and more oil and pushed the dildo further and further inside me. We had done this so often it was no longer painful...in fact, I found it quite stimulating and my prick was hard as a rock once again when she pulled the dildo from me. 

She continued talking as she went to the bedside table and pulled out something I'd never seen before. 

"Sweetie, you've taken very well to the vibrator, and you love it when I use it on you---your orgasms are much better now, aren't they?"

If I'd said 'No' I would have been lying...but what kind of guy admits to his girlfriend he likes having a fake cock pushed in-and-out of his asshole?

"Uh, well, yeah, I guess so..." I reluctantly admitted. 

I squinted in the dim light but still couldn't see what she was doing. She turned away from me, and fidgeted with her hands. She seemed to be adjusting whatever it was in front of her.

"Don't be embarrassed, Johnny, I KNOW how much you love it when I fuck you with it!"

She suddenly turned and faced me and my eyes bugged wide, and I exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

Yes, I'd heard of strap-on dildos before, but no, I'd never seen one. To stare at a long, fake cock jutting out from my girlfriends crotch was the most bizarre sight ever...and I immediately understood what she intended to do with it.

"Gina, I don't know about this..." I said meekly.

She leaned over, kissed me, and stroked my back.

"Sweetie, this is no different from the dildo we've been using...only this time---we'll BOTH have great orgasms---see the base? It will rub my clitty when I push it into you..."

I was speechless. She made a show of oiling and stroking the dildo before my eyes. My heart pounded when she set down the oil and picked up her previously discarded panties. 

She pressed the crotch of the used panties to my nose and said, "Breathe deeply, Sweetie!"

"That's a good boy," she said as I obeyed her and inhaled her fragrance.

She pulled the panties from my face and walked behind me. I felt the oiled head of the fake cock push against my anus. 

I groaned. My head was swimming in a fog of lust, doubt and desire. It vaguely occurred to me what Gina was about to do would change our relationship forever, but I was powerless to stop her---part of me didn't want to stop her.

I felt the panties wrapped around my prick---she gave it two strokes and when I swooned---OH MY GOD---she thrust the cock all the way inside me until it bumped my prostate and I cried out. I tried to pull away but her arm was too strong and she held me tightly to her.

She eased the cock out to the tip then rammed it hard back inside me and again---OH MY GOD---the incredible sensation of the pounding of my prostate was indescribable...I never EVER felt anything so wonderful in my entire life.

She found a steady rhythm and fucked me with long and hard strokes. I closed my eyes and did my best to stifle my moans of pleasure...I didn't want her to know how much I was enjoying it...I guess I was trying to cling to the last, remaining shreds of my manhood and dignity. 

And then, in a brief moment of clarity, the irony of it all struck me like a hammer---a few minutes ago I had tried to mount her---to claim her as my own...but now, I was the one being mounted---being conquered---she fucked me like the little bitch I had become and I loved every thrust---every nuance of the lifelike cock as the walls of my asshole not only clung to it, but milked it as well.

A sudden image of my father filled my minds-eye---his face contorted in purple rage---his lips twisted in an angry snarl...he was screaming at me but I couldn't hear him...I knew what he yelling---I knew he was saying over-and-over "No son of mine will ever be a faggot!"

Gina's thrusts no longer rammed my prostate so I pushed my hips back at her trying desperately to get her cock all the way inside me. I thought I heard her chuckling at my grunting efforts.

My balls began churning...I furiously fucked back on my girlfriends cock...I was close---oh-so-thank-God-Almighty close when suddenly I felt two fingers encircle my scrotum and push my balls lower---orgasm denied---I moaned loudly and protested.

"OH GOD---NO---PLEASE LET ME CUM---PLEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ..."

Thru labored breath I heard her say, "I'm not there yet, Sweetie---we're going to cum together---tell me you love getting fucked in the ass---beg me to fuck you harder, Sweetie...say it----SAY IT!"

My previous life suddenly was gone...my hopes---my dreams---my beliefs---my self-image---all gone---all forgotten!

"OHHHH---GOD YES---I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS---FUCK ME HARDER, GINA---PLEASE FUCK ME HARDERRRRRR..."

Her powerful hips and thighs rammed into me with everything she had...she cried out---I cried out---I filled the panties with so much cum I thought I was going to pass out...we thrashed about wildly---she held me close---her cock deliciously sliding in-and-out of my greedily, clasping asshole.

I collapsed to the bed---she fell on top of me. We wheezed and gasped and choked for air...I felt her heart pounding on my back. 

She slowly eased her cock from my hole, unclasped it and set it aside. She turned me over on my back and lay on top of me. She cradled my head in her hands and kissed me.

"I love you, Gina." I said, holding on to her as tightly as I could. 

"I love you, too, Sweetie!" she said. "I think we both now know what kind of boy you are---what kind of boy you want to be---I'm so happy for you, Johnny!"

She rolled to her side of the bed and flipped off the lamp. In the darkness, I laid my head on the pillow of her breasts; my head rising and falling with her every breath. She caressed my hair.

I said softly, unashamedly, "Thank you for the most wonderful orgasm of my life..."

"Sweetie," she answered, "...they will be even better when you feel the real thing inside you."

Slightly confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"

Oh Sweetie," she said, patting my head. "...don't be such a silly boy...I used a fake rubber dick on you...I just know when you feel the heat and texture of a real man's hot, hard cock inside your tight little pussy you will think you'd died and gone to heaven!"

With eyes wide open, I listened to her barely audible snoring when she fell asleep. 

I thought of the words she'd spoken; the phrase that both excited AND scared me---"...when you feel the heat and texture of a real man's hot, hard cock inside your tight little pussy..." 

She made it sound as though it was a foregone conclusion that someday I would bend over and allow a man to fuck me in the ass...I hadn't considered that possibility---not until now, that is.

I couldn't get the image out of my mind and I had to fight the urge to disobey Gina and stroke my erection...I was relieved and grateful when I finally succumbed to sleep.

It was kind of funny actually...bending over for a girl wearing a life-like, strap-on dildo...even going as far as kneeling in front of her and lubricating it inside my mouth with my tongue and saliva---"Good practice for when you take the real thing in your mouth!"---Gina would say each time I performed this act for her.

Sometimes I wondered why Gina was having me do all these queer things but I figured it was what got her excited...after all, every time she fucked me she too had powerful orgasms, her body shaking, her loud cries of pleasure very real.

At work, my relationship with Eddie was getting more comfortable. He was always glad to see me, greeting me every day with a wink and a smile...sometimes when I thought he was flirting with me it made me feel warm and appreciative.

I loved working for Eddie and Gina as their busser---they were professional and very helpful...and after work, at the RiversEdge Saloon, we would do shots, and dance to almost every song until Eddie's boyfriend, Terry, came from his job.

He seemed to be a nice enough guy, but as soon as he arrived, Eddie paid more attention to him than me, and it kind of pissed me off. I mean, what did he have that I didn't? 

I guess that question was answered one night when Gina and I left the club. She saw Eddie's car parked near ours and said, "Oh look---I think they're in the back seat---let's have some fun and surprise them!"

I don't want to sound stupid or naïve, but I was trying to figure out WHY they'd be sitting in the back seat...but of course, once we got close enough, I saw Eddie sitting back with his eyes closed, while Terry's head was bobbing up-and-down in Eddie's lap.

My first reaction was to turn and leave them alone, but Gina had hold of the back of my neck and kept me still...then she giggled and said, "Look, Johnny---maybe you can get some pointers from Terry!"

I felt the blood rush to my face, but I found I couldn't take my eyes off Terry's wide open lips. I swore I could see half of Eddie's glistening cock as it emerged from the mouth of the greedily sucking boy. 

Suddenly, Gina's hand stroked the front of my slacks then grasped, and squeezed my erection. 

She giggled again, and said, "Down boy---you're not quite ready for that just yet!"

On the drive home, I wondered the whole way what she'd meant by that comment.

Gina bought for me the tiniest gym shorts I'd ever seen, and she insisted I wear them around the apartment without my bikini briefs underneath. I must admit, I kind of liked the feel of 'my boys' swinging freely against the nylon material. 

To complete my "outfit" as she calls it, is a too-short tee shirt that exposes the lower half of my now-flat belly...she'd upped my daily sit-up routine to fifty in the morning and fifty at night, and I was proud of my taut and firm stomach.

We'd only been living together two-weeks, but she had already 'taken' me in every room of the apartment. I would be on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor, or cleaning the toilet when she silently comes up behind me, taps me on the shoulder, and when I turn to face her the long and thin fake cock of her strap-on would be inches from my lips.

"Suck it!" she commands.

When I succeed in getting it wet, she says, "Get up!" then orders me to bend over and place my hands on whatever is handy for support. She pushes down the gym shorts, oils my 'pussy' and fucks me until she orgasms...sometimes she let's me cum, too.

She no longer masturbates me with her panties---she says my sperm and semen are ruining the sheer fabric. I really, really miss not feeling the exquisite material wrapped around the flesh of my prick.

I want to do something special for her---take her out to the most expensive restaurant in town, but I don't have enough money.

One night I ask her, "Has Merv the Perv given you my deposit back yet?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked me that," she replied. "I spoke with him about it, and he said, by law, you DID break the rental agreement and he isn't required to give you back your deposit..."

My heart sank. I wouldn't be able to do something nice for her.

"BUT---he did make an offer, and now it is up to you!"

A glimmer of hope. 

The following day Gina and I go and sit by the pool. We got there early enough so we wouldn't miss Merv the Perv's famous 'Dick Walk' around the pool. At a certain time every day when the pool is crowded, he walks in thru the far gate, and slowly walks around the pool staring at the lithe, young hard bodies. He wears sunglasses but it's obvious what he's looking at by the steadily rising bulge in his slacks.

His total lack of self-awareness, and his naked lust is quite remarkable...the girls around the pool have grown accustomed to his 'walks' and while not looking directly at him, they sneak peeks at his growing erection...personally, I think some of them are rather proud of the effect they have on him.

Well, the night before when I'd asked about my deposit, Gina had let me in on a little secret---"It's NOT the girls that make his dick hard..."

"Ohhh..." I responded.

"In fact, he kind of 'likes' YOU!" she said with a smile. "He said he'll give you back your deposit if you do something for him..."

I was afraid to ask.

"He said if you go to his apartment every day for two-weeks and give him a massage, he'll return your money."

"A massage? I don't know how to do that!" I said sharply.

"He said he'd teach you."

"W-What kind of a 'massage'?"

Gina smiled and said, "A hot oil, full-body massage...with a happy-ending!"

"A 'happy-ending'? Is that what I think it is?"

"Well yeah, Sweetie...you'll rub hot oil all over his body then finish by giving him a handjob!"

My face turned a dark crimson. "I can't do THAT!"

"Well, it's totally up to you...if you don't want your money back, fine!"

"It—it almost sounds as though you want me to do it!"

Her pretty smile widened. "Well, you know, Sweetie, I would love it if you give me massages too...he used to be a physical therapist and gave massages all the time---he could certainly teach you how to do it!"

"B-But I-I mean...the 'happy-ending' part? Touch a guys, uh, 'thing', and all that...I dunno..."

"Grow up, Johnny, you've been jerking-off how many years now? What difference does it make? He promises no one will ever find out about it---you'll get your money back AND you'll learn a skill that will make ME very happy, too!"

So there we were, sitting back in the lounge chairs waiting for Merv the Perv to do his 'Dick-Walk'...when we heard the rusty gate open Gina nudged me and whispered, "Keep your eyes on his crotch!"

First time someone ever said THAT to me!

I did as I was told and thru my sunglasses, I stared at the front of his slacks, and became fascinated while I witnessed the bulge growing with every step he took. By the time he was in front of us---OH MY GOD---his cock had grown so big, I thought it would burst open his thin trousers...it was the most obscene spectacle I'd ever seen.

And then he did something I thought was directed at me...he turned and faced us, and a slight smile spread across his mouth and then he licked his lips and moved on. I started when Gina touched my bare thigh, and my swelling prick became fully engorged. 

I blushed another fifty shades of red and when he left the pool area, Gina leaned over, pushed her tongue in my ear and whispered, "Let's go inside---I'm going to fuck you silly!"

All I could do was groan "Ohhhhhhh..."

Gina helped prepare me for my first 'massage' with Merv the Perv. 

She had me go to our favorite website, 'peniscocksandpricks.com' and find an erection we thought would be similar in size to what I'd be working with (kind of odd to phrase it like that, but...).

"I'm guessing you might have to use both hands to get him off," she said.

Her directness gave me cause for concern. Up until now, masturbating another man was more of a concept in my mind, not real, just a vague notion of something that needed to be done...but now, I suddenly realized I would soon have a man's hard penis in my hands and I became slightly fearful.

"Oh stop it, Sweetie," she said. "This isn't about sex---he's not your lover---this is strictly business...you don't have to like what you're doing---although that would help...just do as he says and make mental notes about what he likes and doesn't like...that way, you'll know how to make him cum sooner, and you can get out of his apartment!"

She then had me stroke, fondle and caress her fake cock and balls. By this time, she'd already had me licking and sucking it, so I didn't think twice about using my hands.

She had me stroke her cock slowly at first.

"He'll tell you how hard to squeeze it---some guys like more pressure than others---you for example, like very little pressure---most guys like it squeezed harder like Eddie does---he'll let you know...just do whatever he tells you to do!"




Eddie, Gina and Me Ch. 02



She had me masturbate her cock for at least five-minutes before she said, "Faster---go faster!"

Finally, with my hand moving as fast as possible, she imitated my 'O' face and shouted "YES-YES-YES----YESSSSSSSSSSS..." and I kept stroking her fake cock until she pushed my hand away.

I was somewhat puzzled, and slightly ashamed, that by the time she feigned a climax, my own little dicky was hard and throbbing with excitement.

"You are SUPPOSED to enjoy it, Sweetie!" she said when she saw my shame at having an erection.

By the time 1pm came on my first day, I was a bundle of nerves when I lightly knocked on his door. Gina had me wearing my gym shorts and the bare midriff tee shirt. 

When the door swung open and I was face-to-face with Rex, the muscle-boy weight lifter I'd seen in the weight room next to the pool, I thought I was at the wrong apartment.

"OH," I exclaimed. I blushed when I saw he was wearing as skimpy an outfit as mine. "I'm sorry---I have the wrong apartment"

He smiled and quickly replied, "No-no---this is the right place---come in, 'Sir' is waiting for you!"

Rex is 6'2" and as I walked past him I couldn't help but see his wonderfully sculpted chest with six-pack abs and his enormous biceps. I have to admit, more than once when Gina and I were poolside, I would surreptitiously glance his way while he lifted weights.

On one side of the living room I saw a massage table, and beside it, a small table that had a couple bowls with liquid in them. 

Merv the Perv was standing beside the massage table with a short towel wrapped around his waist. Spread out on the floor beneath the table was a plastic, or some type of tarp. I guessed it was to catch the oil and not stain the carpet.

"How are you today, Johnny?" he asked pleasantly.

"I---uh..." I stuttered.

"Address me as 'Sir', Johnny!" he said, still smiling.

"OH---uh, yes 'Sir'!" I replied.

"I don't want to waste your time, Johnny---let's get right to it, okay?" he said.

And before I could reply I watched the towel drop to the floor and found myself staring at the long and thick piece of meat dangling between his slightly parted legs. 

'Piece of meat' was an apt description---I'd NEVER seen a penis as big as his---even on 'peniscocksandpricks.com.'

He eased himself face-down onto the massage table then said, "Rexie-boy is here to show you what I like, if that's okay with you, Johnny?"

"Uh, yeah...uh, sure---Sir!" I mumbled as I gawked at the sight of his nude body on the table.

"You'll probably want to strip, Johnny," he said. "The oil can get very messy and ruin your clothes!"

I was still processing his statement when 'Rexie-boy' said to me, "Raise your arms!" and I wasn't sure why, but I did what he told me.

He worked the tee shirt over my head then pushed my shorts to the floor. He folded them neatly, placed them on a chair then stripped-off his own clothes.

OH MY GOD---his cock was almost as long and thick as 'Sir'!

Uh, huh, three guys naked in a room? There's nothing 'gay' about this, is there John? I thought sarcastically.

Rex directed me to dip my hands into one of the bowls. The oil was hot, but not too hot for comfort. He then placed my hands on 'Sir's' shoulders and guided them. He stood directly behind me, close---close enough to feel his huge flaccid cock rubbing my buttocks.

Rex instructed me every step of the way.

"Yes, work the tightness out of his shoulders---yes, just like that! Good...good...now his neck---can you feel the tension? Yes, work your fingers...nice---you catch on quick..."

Between massaging Sir's naked flesh, and the heat of Rex's cock on my buttocks, my head become lost in a dense fog of desire...my prick began rising---my breathing irregular...I forced myself to concentrate hard on Rex's advice...I followed everything he said...he explained every muscle and area on Sir's body as I massaged them...I loved immersing my hands in the hot oil then running them over Sir's naked body...and just as I placed my hands on his buttocks and kneaded the firm globes of his ass, Rex's cock began stiffening behind me, and I don't think it was by accident that his hot and hard erection slipped between the crack of my ass and slowly moved back and forth...Rex had me oil between Sir's crack at the same time I felt his cock rubbing mine.

Abruptly, Sir turned over on his back and the only thing I saw was his enormous cock. It was so big I couldn't even guess at the length and girth...mesmerized, I was about to take it in my freshly oiled hands when Rex softly chuckled, and said, "Not yet!" 

Rex guided my hands to Sir's chest and stomach and showed me what needed to be done...I rubbed and kneaded and ran my hands over his breasts and nipples and flat tummy...I oiled my hands again and once again was about to take that monster in my hands when Rex said, "His legs---massage his legs first...then you'll get to touch it!"

OH MY GOD---is it that obvious I want to take it in my hands?

I have to admit that by the time I was allowed to touch Sir's magnificent cock, my own dick was throbbing, and the sperm and semen in my balls ached to be released. 

Gina was right---my hand didn't quite reach around his girth and I was about to use my other hand as well when Rex said, "No-no---oil both hands---use one on his cock and the other on his balls!"

I did as I was told. I was in awe of the beast before me. I tentatively took it in my hand and simply luxuriated in its warmth...his cock seemed hotter than the rest of his flesh...

"Squeeze it harder!" he said, and I immediately obeyed his command. "Yes, that's good!"

I balanced his scrotum in my hand and massaged the oil onto his huge balls. They were the size of large eggs and I gently squeezed and massaged them not wanting to hurt him.

Rex's hands pushed at my legs, and I opened them wider for him. I had no idea what his intentions were, but I trusted him, and when he dipped his hand into the oil, and his fingers ran back and forth over my perineum and anus, I groaned out loud.

"More oil!" said Sir, and I instantly obeyed.

Suddenly, Rex grabbed me around the waist, pulled me back close to him, and slid his big cock between my ass cheeks and simulated fucking me. I briefly struggled.

"Shhhh..." he whispered, "...I'm not going to hurt you...relax and let me do this and you'll be rewarded, too."

He squeezed my buttocks trapping his cock between them. The heat was so intense I lost my balance but he was strong and held me in place like I was a little rag doll. I moaned from being manhandled---so helpless in his strong hands---powerless to move away---if I'd wanted to.

Suddenly Sir blurted out, "FASTER!" and my hand moved swiftly up-and-down his hot and rigid monster cock.

Rex had me bent over far enough that he had to hold me even closer to him to maintain his fucking motion between my oiled buttocks.

I felt Sir's large balls begin to swell and rise in their sac...they were heavy, very heavy and I couldn't wait to see just how much spunk he would shoot out of his plum-sized cockhead.

Without warning, Rex took hold of my prick and squeezed, my balls erupted, I screamed, suddenly a cacophony of noise filled the apartment. 

Rex's cock exploded and I shivered at the delicious feel of his hot sperm and semen gushing against my anus...Sir's balls burst and I watched with rapt fascination as long ropes of cum flew out of his slit and rose majestically in the air arcing then falling onto his thighs and belly with loud splashes. 

Rex milked my prick while I furiously pumped every last drop from Sir's throbbing hot cock. I refused to relinquish my hold of his cock until it slowly deflated in my hand when I'd fully emptied his balls. 

The three of us remained motionless until Sir finally broke the silence.

"Not bad for your first time, Johnny...c'mon, let's go clean up, boys!"

My head was still spinning. I couldn't get over how much I liked what had just taken place. Sir's hot, hard cock in my hand---Rex's erection sliding between my asscheeks, and the fantastic climax his hand gave me.

I had to admit I enjoyed being naked with two manly men...the feel of their hard and hot cocks on my soft flesh...obediently following their commands made me happy...it was far and away the most exciting sexual experience of my life...if my father had known what I just did with two guys he would never speak to me again.

I looked down at the plastic tarp on the floor and now understood it's purpose: it was covered with puddles of oil and cum...Sir took my hand and walking between him and Rex, we went to the bathroom. I felt rather small and girlish between the two manly men.

It was a specially made bathtub, obviously made for big men; shower-heads on each end. The tub was so large it didn't need a shower door. 

Sir had me stand between them and soap the oil off their strong, muscled hard bodies. I was powerless to stop my rising prick as I washed their hot flesh.

Sir had me soap and rinse his huge cock, and by the time he was satisfied with my work, it was as hard as a horse-cock. He then had me turn my attention to Rex, and I soon had him hard as rock, as well...I felt a strange enjoyment that I was able to give two real men such firm erections.

I cleaned myself while they toweled each other dry. I watched, fascinated as Rex took a dildo like the one Gina has, oiled it, then bent over and inserted it in his rectum...he seemed to be oiling himself like Gina does to me.

When Rex left the bathroom I climbed out of the tub and dried myself. Sir helped and when I was dry he said, "Reach down and hold my balls!"

What an outrageous thing to say to another guy! I couldn't believe he said that to me, but even worse, I couldn't believe myself when I obeyed him without so much as a word. We left the bathroom, his heavy balls cradled in my small hand, and I walked beside him until we came to a bedroom.

I peeked inside, and to my astonishment saw Rex bent over the end of the bed, his head and shoulders resting on the mattress, his hands behind him, holding open the cheeks of his ass.

Sir turned to me, and said, "That's enough---you may leave now!"

I instantly released his balls as though they were too hot to handle.

I didn't know what to say. He smiled, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Maybe some day I'll allow you to hold my balls when I fuck Rexie-boy!"

I was disappointed when he closed the bedroom door---I didn't think it would be possible for him to get his horse-cock into Rex's asshole---I wanted to witness it for myself. I stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, heard loud grunting and groaning from behind the closed door, then retrieved my clothes and returned to my apartment.

Gina was waiting for me---naked, with the fake cock jutting straight-out from her crotch.

She simply said, "BEDROOM!"

I couldn't strip fast enough. My prick throbbed and leaked copious amounts of pre-cum as I bent over and she oiled my pussy.

I pictured Rex taking Sir's huge cock into his open and willing cunt...I shivered with anticipation when Gina's cockhead pushed thru my sphincter..."OH GOD YES," I screamed as I vigorously thrust my hips backward to impale myself on my girlfriend's wonderful cock.

I wondered how it would feel to have a real flesh-and-blood, hot-and-hard cock sliding in-and-out of my pussy...I found myself thinking, "You don't much like your father anyway---would it matter if he never spoke to you again?"

After I had placed the roast in the crockpot, I spent the morning cleaning every room in the apartment. When Gina told me my duties for the day, and had gone to sit by the pool, I worked hard to comply with her orders to make her happy when she came home. 

Lately, she seemed to be extremely critical and picky when it came to my cooking and cleaning, and she would express her displeasure with me by giving me pretty harsh spankings. My buttocks were still sore from a couple days earlier, and I didn't want to giver her any reason to use the big hair brush on me so soon.

No, I wanted everything perfect tonight. Eddie and Terry were coming for dinner, and the last thing I wanted them to see were my grimaces of pain and discomfort when I tried to sit on my bruised butt.

I dusted and cleaned and vacuumed until the apartment was spotless...I was sure Gina would be pleased. I then took a shower to get ready for my one o'clock 'appointment' with Sir.

Gina had bought me new gym shorts, they seemed to get shorter and skimpier, and she'd laid out the bright yellow ones for me to wear. At least they're not pink, I thought as I pulled them into place.

As always, Rex greeted me at the door. I'm not sure when it started, but suddenly it became customary for him to take me in his strong arms and kiss me when he closed the door. I didn't feel it was my place to protest or object, besides, when I'd mentioned it to Gina she said, "So what? You're a good kisser---AND---you like it!"

I was mid-way thru my two-week obligation...and to tell you the truth, it had become the most exciting part of my day...in fact, beginning around noon I was forced to think about anything besides the upcoming appointment...if I thought about it too long, pre-cum would stain the front of my shorts.

Anyway, my small hand was vigorously pumping Sir's well-oiled cock when he suddenly said, "Johnny, I want to finish in a warm mouth today---if you can't do it, make room for Rexie-boy!"

My hand stopped moving on his hot flesh, I hesitated and before I knew it Rex gently nudged me aside and I watched in awe as he took the huge, bulbous head of Sir's horse-cock easily into his mouth. 

I watched totally amazed that Rex was able to take two-inches of cock into his obscenely stretched mouth. He grabbed my hand and placed it on the base of Sir's cock...I quickly caught on and stroked the horse-cock on my own as Rex bobbed his head up-and-down.

My heart pounded as I masturbated Sir's cock, breathlessly awaiting his climax to see what Rex was going to do with all of Sir's sperm and semen. There was no way he could swallow all of it, was there?

Sir's hips began thrusting as he bellowed the arrival of his climax. I watched thick streams of cum escaping Rex's mouth, dribbling down Sir's long cock shaft. Before I knew what was happening, Sir had finished, Rex lifted his head from the deflating cock then applied pressure to the back of my head.

"Johnny, you have just GOT to taste this---it's wonderful!" he said.

Without giving it a single thought, I watched Rex and imitated his motions. We both lapped-up the semen on Sir's belly and thighs...my tongue became thick with the viscous fluids...the taste was somewhat tart, but at the same time I thought it had an interesting flavor. I didn't think of it as eating a man's cum, no, I was performing a service, I was simply helping to clean-up a messy situation.

My head was spinning; I was dizzy and groggy; my balls ached; I wanted nothing more than to cum-and-cum-and-cum...

"Now the best part of all," said Rex as he lifted the flaccid penis and guided the cum-slick head to his open mouth; he suddenly stopped and said to me, "I'm being rude---Johnny, you really need to try this---do you want to clean it in your mouth?"

The fog in my mind was so dense and heavy, I didn't notice the slight pressure on the back of my head forcing my face closer to Sir's limp, but still impressive cockhead. 

"Open your mouth, baby," I heard Rex say. "That's it---that's a good boy...take the whole thing in your mouth...yes, very good...now run your tongue around the head---give it a good bath---doesn't the heat feel great in your mouth?"

"Mmmmm..." I moaned into Sir's warm cock-flesh; my tongue made circles on the rubbery flesh; I licked and swallowed the remnants of Sir's sperm and semen. Rex was right---the heat from Sir's penis felt wonderful on my lips and tongue.

Suddenly, I felt an oiled finger pushing against my anus then a hand grasped my throbbing prick and furiously stroked it. I kept licking and sucking Sir's glans, the heat and aroma was intoxicating---I had discovered something new and exciting and couldn't get enough of it.

The finger was rammed deep into my pussy and I lost all control---my hips bucked wildly and my tongue lapped at Sir's cock-slit tasting the last drops of his cum. I screamed into his hot and rubbery flesh as ropes of cum shot out of my cockhead and splashed to the plastic tarp below us.

When the fog in my mind finally cleared, I was aware of my head resting on Sir's belly, my lips still closed tightly around his warm tube of flesh. Someone tapped my head and I reluctantly allowed the bulbous, purple glans to slide from my lips.

I was soaping and washing both men in the shower when I heard Sir speak.

"You've been awfully quiet, Johnny..." he said. "I know what you're thinking---I know what you want to try..."

"Uh---I---well uh, what do you mean?..." was all I could manage to mumble.

"You loved having my limp prick in your mouth---now you're wondering what it would be like to suck a hard cock, aren't you, boy?"

A furious blush covered my face drawing chuckles from both Sir and Rex.

"Johnny, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about---it's perfectly natural for a boy like you to dream of being on your knees sucking real men's cocks!"

What did he mean by that? I wondered, as my face turned an even darker shade of red. 

"It's obvious to both Rexie-boy and myself you love handling our cocks---nothing to be ashamed about---you are who you are..."

Oh my God, I hated this conversation. 

I protested, "The only thing I'm doing is fulfilling my obligation in order to get back my deposit money---nothing more—nothing less!" 

When I saw the smiles on their faces, I added: "If I have to use my, uh, hands to do that, fine---it's simply part of the agreement!"

He calmly said, "Don't get upset, Johnny, we're only trying to help you...we know how difficult it is for some boys to accept who they really are..."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. "I KNOW who I am!"

He made a clucking noise with his tongue and sadly shook his head.

Sir called me 'Sweetie' for the first time. "Sweetie, I've seen it too many times...boys like you brainwashed into believing that being homosexual is wrong---worse than terrible...you deny and deny your true feelings all the while clinging to the impossible myth that you're attracted to females...there is nothing wrong at all being a submissive boy, if that is who you truly are."

"No-no---that's not right---I have Gina, she's my GIRLFRIEND!" I almost shouted.

"Johnny," he said very softly, "...think about your relationship with Gina...think about what she makes you do for her...which one of you is REALLY the girl in your relationship?"

OH MY GOD---a shiver so cold and icy made me visibly tremble and shake. How does he know what Gina and I do in the privacy of our apartment? OH MY GOD---does Gina tell people what we do together?

As if he read my mind, he added, "She doesn't have to say anything to anyone---actions speak louder than words...I mean, look at you: look at the clothes you wear---how quiet you are when the two of you are with other people---everyone knows you do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry...Sweetie, it's obvious to anyone paying attention that you love each other, but it's also obvious that you two do NOT have a normal 'boy-girl' relationship."

I wanted to run and hide somewhere but I mindlessly continued washing the men. He had hit so close to home I became afraid, and for the first time, I was forced to examine my 'normal' relationship with Gina. 

Is it 'normal' for a girl to dress her boyfriend in skimpy, colorful shorts and bare midriff tee shirts? Is it 'normal' for the boy to do ALL of the household chores while the girl does all the traditionally males chores? Is it 'normal' for the girl to have her boyfriend look at homosexual porn, and masturbate him while he's staring at it? Is it 'normal' for the girl to not allow you to fuck her, but instead, straps on a dildo and makes you bend over while she fucks you? Is it 'normal' for your girlfriend to set-up an arrangement where she KNOWS you'll be masturbating another man?




Eddie, Gina and Me Ch. 02



"Sweetie," I heard Sir say, interrupting my reverie; I saw a smile on his face as he nodded downward. I looked to see what he was nodding at, and blushed when I noticed I was still holding their erections. 

I sputtered, "Well, uh, you know..."

He chuckled and said, "Your little dicky is awfully hard for a guy who swears he loves girls!"

As was the routine, Rex dried himself first and I watched as he lubed his 'pussy'...he left for the bedroom, and Sir had me dry him.

"Hold my balls!" he ordered. 

I wanted to be defiant and say "NO" but I didn't want to make him mad so I did as I was told and cradled his heavy scrotum in my hand and escorted him to the open bedroom door. And also as usual, I saw Rex bending over waiting to take Sir's cock.

Sir kissed me on the forehead, and said, "I want you to think of two things until you come here tomorrow: what your answer will be when I tell you to suck my cock---AND---more importantly, you need to consider what kind of boy willingly holds another man's balls for him?"

His words froze me---I was unable to move as he entered the bedroom and closed the door on my face.

At home, I found a note from Gina saying she was going to buy wine for tonight's dinner.

I checked on the roast and decided it was time to put the veggies and potatoes in the crockpot, as well. I had a difficult time concentrating on my task; my head was still buzzing from Sir's words and the erection in my shorts was becoming painful.

Over-and-over I kept hearing his words: "What kind of boy willingly holds a man's balls for him?" What kind of boy, indeed...

I was restless and agitated...I couldn't think straight...there was only one thing that would calm me down. I stripped off my tee shirt and booted-up the computer. I decided the shorts had to go, too, and sat at the table in just my string, bikini briefs. 

I immediately went to 'peniscocksandpricks.com' and slowly scrolled down looking at every photo of every erection. When I found my favorite picture I sat back and stared at the long and thin erection...Gina had said the cock in the photo was identical to Eddies---I'd never asked how she knew that. 

I don't know why that single photograph fascinates me so much...is it the kneeling boy, his lips wrapped tightly around the erection, his hand holding the scrotum while his other hand strokes the base of the cock, an expression of pure bliss on his pretty face as he sucks cock? Or is it the older boy who is standing, hands balled into fists on his hips, staring down at the boy with a thin smile of smug satisfaction as his 'boy' dutifully obeys his command to "Suck my cock, you pretty little bitch!" 

My hand inside the briefs became a blur when I felt the familiar yearning in my balls. I decided to shoot my load inside the briefs so I wouldn't make a mess that Gina might see. Being alone in the apartment, I allowed myself the luxury of shouting out loud when I came---something I never did when I secretly jerked-off when Gina was home.

"OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD---YES-YES-YESSSSSSSS..."

I soaked the crotch of my briefs with a deluge of sperm and semen. When my body and breathing returned to normal I felt refreshed and invigorated...and very wet and sticky.

Before I shut-off the computer, more of Sir's words filled my head as I stared at the photograph one last time: "What will be your answer when I tell you to suck my cock?"

When I opened the door and Eddie and Terry walked in wearing dress shirts and nice slacks I felt ill-at-ease...Gina had me wearing red gym shorts, and a tee shirt that covered just below my breasts...and, she told me not wear any briefs under the nylon shorts---"It will be our little secret!" she'd said.

I felt better when Eddie stared at my attire and said, "Very sexy, Johnny, you look fantastic!"

Terry shot me a narrowed-eyes glare but said nothing.

Eddy then simply said to his boyfriend, "TERRY!" and I watched in stunned silence as Terry began undressing before us. They must have had a prearranged plan.

My eyes widened when he stood before us wearing only a lacy, pink brassiere and pink lace panties. 

Gina cooed, "Oooo, what a pretty bra and panty set!"

She summoned for me to follow her to the kitchen where she opened a bottle of wine and poured four glasses.

"Eddie likes his boys wearing women's underthings," she casually said. She nodded to the tray where she'd poured four glasses of wine and said, "Serve our guests, Sweetie!"

I remembered when Gina had me wearing her panties---I missed the sensuous feel of the material on my prick and buttocks.

I carried the tray into the living room where Gina directed Terry to sit on the loveseat next to her. His face made an unmistakable grimace when he cautiously sat down.

Eddie chuckled and said, "Don't mind him---he was a naughty boy earlier and I had to give him a spanking...isn't that right, Terry?"

Terry, without hesitation said, "Yes, Darling!"

Whoa—a spanking---AND---Terry called Eddie 'Darling' in front of us? I wasn't sure what kind of night this was going to be, but it had sure gotten off to a very weird start.

I served Gina and Terry then went to the sofa where Eddie sat. He took a wine glass and winked at me.

"Johnny, you've been working out---look how firm and flat your tummy is! Nice..." 

I blushed as I mumbled, "Thanks" and returned the serving tray to the kitchen. When I returned, Gina and Terry were deep in a conversation about work. 

"Johnny, sit next to me," Eddie said.

I did as I was told and Eddie and I were soon talking...sports, work, politics...anything that came to mind...it was like the old days when Eddie and I could say anything at all and neither of us became critical or judgmental.

I suddenly heard Gina call out, "Johnny, come over here and feel this!"

HUH? FEEL WHAT?? I saw her stroking Terry's legs.

I went to her and she ordered, "Feel his legs---feel how soft and smooth they are!"

I immediately ran my hand lightly from his knee to his ankle. I had noticed earlier that Terry's chest, below the brassiere was hairless, and now feeling his legs, they were as smooth, if not smoother, than any girl's legs I'd ever felt.

"Eddie likes his boys 'shaved'---if you know what I mean!" said Gina. 

"TERRY—raise your arms!" instructed Eddie.

Gina and I saw his smooth, and hairless underarms.

She said to me: "Maybe I'll make you shave, too, Johnny!"

I blushed and she giggled. 

Eddie then said, "WOW---just thinking of Johnny hairless gives me a hard-on!"

Terry said nothing but stared at me with daggers in his eyes while I sat speechless from Eddie's crude compliment.

Dinner was fun and delicious. I served everyone then sat beside Eddie, and enjoyed the roast beef, and our conversation. 

Eddie has some Italian in him meaning he likes to 'talk with his hands.' Several times when he was trying to make a point, he either gently grabbed my arm, or put his hand on my thigh for emphasis. On one occasion, he briefly stroked my thigh and I saw him wince.

"W-What's wrong?" I asked him.

He smiled and laughed and said, "Nothing really---I'm not accustomed to feeling hair on a pretty boy's legs!"

I blushed with confusion. The whole night had been confusing. There were times when I swore Eddie was coming on to me, then he would do or say something totally contrary. All the while, Terry and Gina chatted about clothes and shopping and movies and appeared to be completely oblivious to Eddie's comments to me.

Eddie helped me clear the table. I was about to begin washing the dishes when Gina said, "Leave them until morning, Sweetie---let's keep our guests entertained!"

I began pouring an after-dinner liqueur for all of us---Eddie was close beside me. Suddenly his hand cupped my asscheek and squeezed---I spilled some of the Chocolate Cherry liqueur and Eddie laughed. I looked quickly at Gina to see if she'd noticed, but she and Terry were still deep in conversation.

We took our seats in the living room and sipped our drinks. I heard Gina blurt out, "NO WAY---REALLY?"

Eddie asked, "What's that about, girlfriend?"

I was curious which one of them would answer to 'girlfriend'...

"Terry claims his nipples are over an inch long---I find that hard to believe!" said Gina.

"TERRY---show her!" commanded Eddie.

Terry obediently reached behind his back and unfastened his pink brassiere; he let the straps slide from his shoulders and removed the bra. My eyes widened with surprise when I saw his long and thick nipples---they were indeed over an inch in length! Not only that, but his aureoles were puffy and pronounced.

I thought, boy, he really does NEED a brassiere!

Eddie and I took the empty liqueur glasses to the kitchen. While I rinsed them, his hand again cupped and squeezed my ass, and this time, when I'd dried my hands he took one of them and boldly placed it on his crotch---OH MY GOD---he pressed it firmly to his erection, and not only that, he moved my hand back-and-forth over it's entire length.

He abruptly walked away from me, returned to the living room and whispered into Gina's ears. My heart was pounding and racing with fear and excitement---OH MY GOD---was he telling her I squeezed his hard cock when he held my hand to his bulge?

I watched Gina's face break into a smile. She nodded her head and I heard her say, "Sure thing, handsome, you know where it is..."

"TERRY---follow me!" said Eddie.

I watched Eddie lead his boyfriend into the bedroom. Gina motioned for me to sit beside her.

She saw the puzzled expression on my face and explained, "Eddie gets easily excited, if you know what I mean...that man gets hard-on's so many times a day it's a miracle he can get anything else done!"

I wasn't sure if this was a case of Too Much Information or not...and then I asked myself, How does she even know that?

Gina smiled and said, "Want to have some fun? Let's go watch them!"

"Well, uh, I-I-I don't know..." I stuttered.

She took my hand and stood. I really had no other choice but to follow her.

Before we entered the open bedroom door she pressed a finger to her lips and said, Shhhh---don't say a word!"

The bedroom was dark, but the light in the bathroom was on, and when my eyes made the adjustment, a shiver ran up and down my spine...there in the bathroom, I could see they were both naked---Eddie, standing with his hands balled into fists on his hips, and Terry, on his knees, holding Eddie's balls in one hand while the other grasped and stroked the base of his cock...all-the-while Eddie's long and thin hard cock slid in-and-out of Terry's sucking mouth.

I don't know why, but my prick stiffened the moment I saw the lewd tableau taking place before our very eyes. I became dizzy and almost lost my balance. My heart pounded so loudly I was afraid Eddie would hear it.

I flinched when Gina grasped my hard prick; she rapidly stroked it thru the shorts; the nylon material against my hot flesh sent waves of ecstasy rushing thru-out my body. I raised a hand to my mouth in time to muffle a groan...and then it struck me---OH MY GOD---the scene was identical to my favorite pornographic photograph---I looked at Eddie's face---he had the same expression as the boy in the photo---he stared down at Terry with a smug sense of self-satisfaction, a smile playing across his lips as his boyfriend obediently sucked him off.

I had NEVER felt this much excitement---I couldn't tear my eyes away from Eddie's long and thin erection---it was gorgeous---the most beautiful hard cock I'd ever seen and it was now glistening with Terry's saliva---my eyes became blurry—I could not focus no matter how hard I tried...suddenly it wasn't Terry on his knees---it was ME---I had Eddie's hard cock in MY mouth---it was MY hand massaging his balls---I stroked his cock in time with MY head bobbing back-and-forth over the hot and hard cock...a sudden flashback---it was MY head in Eddie's lap a few weeks ago---the taste of his pre-cum on MY tongue---OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD----I stopped myself from crying out as my balls contracted then exploded---Gina held me close to her as she milked every last drop of cum from my prick as it soaked the gym shorts and began running down my legs.

I heard Eddie yell, "Swallow it all, boy!" and watched him thrust his hard cock deeper into Terry's greedily sucking mouth...I could hear gulping noises as Terry obeyed his boyfriend and swallowed Eddie's semen and sperm...I looked closely at Terry's mouth---incredibly, he didn't spill a single drop!

Gina's wet hand grabbed mine and she hurried me out of the bedroom. "Clean yourself and put on the yellow shorts in the laundry basket!" she ordered.

For some reason I responded with, "Yes, Darling" even though I'd never called her that before.

As I busied myself, I could not get the image of Eddie's beautiful cock out of my minds-eye, and I was overcome with a sudden surge of jealousy towards Terry.

That's not logical, John, I told myself. If you're envious of Terry that means YOU wanted to be the one sucking Eddie's cock---YOU wanted to be the one swallowing Eddie's load...if that's what you want, John, doesn't that mean you are a faggot?

By the time Eddy and Terry emerged from the bedroom, Gina and I were sitting side-by-side on the loveseat. 

"Sorry for the delay," announced Eddie with a broad smile, "...but I gave Terry a job to perform!"

I couldn't believe he said it, and Gina burst out in a fit of laughter.

"Oh Eddie, you're incorrigible!" she replied.

"TERRY---go get us all another glass of the liqueur!" he said.

"Yes, Darling," answered Terry.

Eddie and Terry sat across from us as we sipped our drinks. He looked at me thru suspicious eyes and said, "I know you were wearing red shorts, Johnny---they were cute, why did you change?"

Gina immediately said, "Johnny had a little 'accident'..."

He said with a smirk, "You weren't 'rear-ended' were you?"

Gina said, "Not yet!" 

They both laughed out loud while my face turned fifty shades of red. Their banter sounded like an inside joke---that Eddie knew what Gina likes to do to me.

We said our 'good-byes' and the moment they were gone Gina was all business.

"Good God, I'm horny---my cunt is sopping wet---go oil your pussy and wait for me on all-fours at the end of bed!" she said curtly.

"Y-Yes, Darling!" I replied.

"No, Sweetie," she said, "...call me 'Mistress' tonight---by the time I'm done fucking your little boy-pussy I will own you body and soul---would you like that my sweet little girlfriend?"

Ohhhhh, yes, Mistress Gina!" I gasped as her words made me shiver, and my soft dick stiffen inside the nylon gym shorts.

My 'boy-pussy' was still sore at 1pm the next day when I walked to Sir's apartment. Mistress Gina had fucked me for almost an hour...she gave herself three loud orgasms, and I shot multiple streams of sperm and semen onto the bedspread twice...she made me use my tongue to clean up my discharges...man, I really did feel like a woman!

I already knew what I would say to Sir when he asks me 'the question'...last night had forced me to confront my true feelings, and made me realize just how strong my feminine side is...how much I needed others to take charge...and, frankly, how much enjoyment I received, and how natural it felt when I obeyed the commands of dominant people---my father be damned---I now understood the kind of boy I have been all along.

By the time Sir rolled onto his back exposing his magnificent horse-cock, I was in a trance-like state of desire and lust---I couldn't wait to oil my hands and wrap them around his manly package. 

It really did feel natural to give him pleasure...his moans and groans went straight to my little hard-on...and I completely understood that his pleasure came first---his climax is what mattered---my own was simply a wonderful by-product of my submissive tendencies.

By the time Sir asked, "Johnny, do you want to suck my cock?" the answer rolled off my tongue like there was never any doubt about it.

"Yes, Sir, please let me suck your cock!" I said.

"Good boy! Rex will teach you how I like it sucked..."

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

I discovered that Gina had prepared me well when she insisted I lubricate her strap-on with my lips and tongue---Rex didn't have to teach me very much---I already knew the basics, but when I took a real penis into my mouth---OH MY GOD---the excitement I felt from the hot flesh was indescribable!

My lips stretched obscenely wide over Sir's giant cockhead caused me to swoon and gasp for air...I could barely get the entire glans in my mouth so I tried to make up for it with my tongue---never pausing or stopping---constantly lapping at his hot and hard manly cock.

The first time Sir came in my mouth I did my best to swallow, but much of it leaked from the corners of my mouth. He didn't seem to mind; he simply ordered me to clean him up. I hadn't realized how quickly hot sperm and semen turned into cold spunk...I decided hot cum had a much better flavor than the cold, left-over jizz...I vowed to learn how to swallow it all while still warm.

Immediately after Sir was done with my mouth, Rex ordered me to "Get on your knees and suck my cock, pretty boy!" His crude words caused my prick to throb and my balls begin to ache. 

It was the most thrilling moment of my life to finally drop to my knees before a dominant man...it was a simple act of submission I thought I would never allow myself to feel, but I soon realized, and admitted to myself, I love to obey and satisfy men...I was born to be a 'bottom'---I absolutely love to make a strong man moan with pleasure---to feel the urgent movements of his manly body as he strains to shoot his seed deep into my mouth.

The most valuable lesson I learned on that fateful day was that the more pleasure I gave---the more pleasure I received...simple as that! 

The nuances and ridges on both Sir's and Rex's cocks came alive under my lips and tongue. I loved running my tongue up and down their hardness; licking the long vein on the underside of their pulsating, manly cocks. 

When I had totally emptied their balls, Sir told me to go home to Gina. I profusely thanked them for teaching me what every good 'bottom' should know how to do.

At home, Mistress Gina surprised me by taking me in her arms and kissing me. Her tongue dived into my open mouth. She giggled when she pulled away from me.

"Oh my, Sweetie, what on earth did you do over there? Your tongue is coated with---what is that Sweetie? It tastes kind of funky, and it's salty!" she said. Then added with a wicked grin, "Is that what I think it is, Sweetie?"

I lowered my eyes; I felt guilty about cheating on her. I softly apologized. "I'm sorry---I couldn't help myself...I don't know what to say..."

"Just admit to me you sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum---go ahead, Sweetie---I want to hear you say it out loud!" she said.

"I, uh, well---yes, I sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum---well, uh, most of it anyway---I have to get better at the, uh, swallowing part!" I said. 

"And did you like doing it, Sweetie? I know that you have fantasized about doing that for a long time...was it as good as you imagined? Did you like sucking their cocks?" she asked.

How did she know? I wondered. Ohhh, yes, of course---our sessions on 'peniscocksand pricks.com'...how could I have been so blind as to her true motives?

It was time for total honesty. I could no longer deny my feelings or desires...I am who I am regardless of my upbringing---the sooner I admit it out loud, the happier I know I will be.

"Yes," I said after a long pause, "...I liked having their cocks in my mouth---NO---that's not true...I LOVED sucking their cocks---I, uh, was BORN to suck cock---I'm queer, damnit---I'm a faggot---I want to feel a hot and hard cock in my asshole, too---I'm so sorry, Gina---I know a girl doesn't want to hear these words from her boyfriend but this is who I am!"




Eddie, Gina and Me Ch. 02



Gina's beautiful face lit-up with a huge smile. "I'm so proud of you, Sweetie---you've come a long way in a short period of time...c'mon, let's sit down and talk!"

I was puzzled by her reaction and then realized how naïve I have been...how everything she had me do pointed towards this moment of truth and clarity...she knew all along I was queer.

"Sweetie, daddy called from the restaurant and said the big party the three of us was supposed to work tonight canceled---he said we should take the night off...I invited Eddie to come over---I think we need to establish new guidelines in our relationship...you know, Sweetie, Eddie is absolutely crazy about you, and I think you love him, too---is that right?"

I blushed. It was one thing to admit my love of cocks, but to say I 'loved' another man was still foreign to me.

"I, uh, yes...yes I like Eddie," I mumbled.

"Well, let me tell you a little secret...I like him, too---well, to be honest, I love him! But I want you to know I love you, too, Sweetie...I don't know how to say this so I'll just come right out and ask: Eddie and I would love it if you agreed to be a boyfriend to the both of us!"

"W-What about Terry?" I asked. "I don't want to do anything that would hurt someone."

"Sweetie, Eddie and Terry are just friends..."

"Oh...'friends with benefits'?" I asked.

She smiled and replied, "Yes, that is all they are to each other---Eddie wants YOU, Sweetie...well, you AND me!"

She saw my quizzical expression and quickly added, "Eddie is bi-sexual, dear---he and I have been fucking for a couple years now...as you will soon find out---he has a wonderful cock AND the stamina to make us both very happy!"

I was speechless. I never heard of such a weird and bizarre situation. I had a notion what my role would be in the threesome. I was already submissive to Gina, and I watched as Eddie dominated Terry...I would be a total bottom to both my girlfriend and boyfriend...sexual scenarios played thru my mind until I felt Gina's hand squeeze the erection in my shorts.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Yes, all the possibilities excite me, too!"

She handed me a small box. I gasped when I opened it and saw a pink babydoll nightie and sheer, diaphanous pink panties. My prick throbbed as I caressed and fondled the smooth and sensuous material.

Gina giggled and said, "Eddie bought these especially for you---in fact, he bought about fifteen pairs for you---he said to throw away your briefs---you'll be wearing panties from now on and he wants you wearing these when you answer the door for him tonight!"

Oh my God, my prick jumped and lurched inside my shorts. I wanted to push Gina's hand away but couldn't bring myself to do it. 

She then showed me a bottle of depilatory cream and added, "We'd better get the bath water going---he expects us both to be hairless when he arrives...and in the two-years I've been Eddie's lover there is one thing I've learned the hard way---never disappoint or disobey him---Sweetie, if you thought the spankings I gave you hurt---wait until he makes you lower your panties and lie across his lap---you'll have trouble sitting for a week!"

And with that my balls exploded and aided by her vigorous milking, I filled my yellow shorts with stream after stream of sperm and semen. 

"I love you, Gina," I said breathlessly.

She said, "I love you, too, Sweetie...and don't worry your pretty little head about anything---Eddie and I will take good care of you!"



Eddie, Gina and Me



At the end of the night, when I went out back to empty the garbage, another busser approached me. I didn't know his name, only that he worked the section next to mine.

"I saw you drooling all over Eddie tonight -- it was disgusting!"

He and I were the same size and age, but he appeared to be in much better shape than me. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

His eyes narrowed to tiny slits; there was venom in his voice.

"Are you his new 'boy'? You're taking care of his beautiful, big cock, aren't you? How many times did you have to get on your knees before you convinced him to get you a job here? Or do you like it better when he buries it in your cunt?"

I never heard such talk -- what the hell was going on here?

"Look," I said. "I don't know who you are but I just met Eddie tonight. We're co-workers -- that's it!"

"Yeah, sure, pretty boy...." he spat. His body made a sudden jerking movement; I thought he was going to hit me and I flinched. Then he was gone.

My hands began to tremble. Confrontations made me nervous. I gathered myself and went back inside. I didn't mention the incident to Eddie or Gina.

They were finishing up their side-work. When I approached, they each handed me a twenty-dollar bill. Eddie laughed when he saw the puzzled expression on my face. He pointed to a small corkboard over the time clock.

"Most of our tips come from credit cards," he explained. "At the end of the night we'll fill out a scrap of paper and put it in the slot with your name...the tips will go on your paycheck."

"Oh, okay," I said, relieved.

"We're going to the new bar," said Eddie, pointing at Gina. "Meet us there -- I'll buy you a couple beers -- you deserve it -- you did a good job tonight."

"Oh, sure -- thanks," I said feeling flush with the compliment.

I waited until no one was near the time clock to punch out. I looked up and saw my name on a slot like Eddie had said. There were two scraps of paper inside.

Gina had written "$40" with a smiley face. I had to squint in the dim light to read Eddie's paper.

"$60 -- we make a good team. You're energetic and eager to please -- Are you like that in bed, too?"

I found myself blushing even with no one around. 

I wore a silly grin all the way to the bar; there was a warm feeling in my heart.

I always felt good after work when I knew I performed my best, but that wasn't why...with the cash they'd given me, I'd made $140 in tips, much higher than I ever dreamed of, but that wasn't why I felt so good either.

Then I thought of Eddie. His positive attitude, his confidence, his good-natured humor, his work ethic, his obvious intelligence and the charming way he dealt with all kinds of people. 

He was the type of person who simply by being with him; made you a better person, too. And, he was a handsome man, as well -- he had it all.

"Good grief, John, you sound like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher," I said out loud. 

I shook my head with confusion as I parked the car at the 'RiversEdge Saloon'.

Once inside, I looked around for the bar figuring I'd see Gina and Eddie. Problem was, there were three bars on different sides of the huge saloon; all equally crowded with people.

I decided to go from left-to-right and slowly made my way thru the throngs of half-happy, half-sad, half-laughing, half-crying, half-loud, and half-quiet drunks.

Quickly scanning bar number one, I didn't see them, and walked towards the second bar. I was twenty-feet from the bar when a guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked my path.

"Well, well -- if it isn't Eddie's new cum-slut."

I had to look closer thru his makeup and feminine attire to recognize the guy who'd confronted me earlier at the restaurant.

"Oh, hey," I said. "You sure got here quick."

That was all I could think of to say to him. And frankly, I didn't know how he found the time to look like that -- he couldn't have left the restaurant much earlier than me.

"I'm gonna take you outside and kick your ass, you bitch!"

I felt my hands begin to tremble again. I hated it when my body betrayed me like this.

"Back off, Marko -- give the man some room."

There was no mistaking Eddie's voice. He'd come up behind me and now stood at my side. 

My heart was beating fast and perspiration had formed on my brow. I hated myself for feeling so scared; for having to be saved by another guy.

"Marko," said Eddie. "We all work together, and we'll occasionally run into each other away from work, you can't go on hating me and my friends...you and I had something good for a while, but it's over -- move on with your life...it's a big world: you'll find another guy -- there's someone for everyone out there."

Marko's stiff and dangerous demeanor softened. I saw his eyes mist-over. 

He turned and slowly walked away mumbling "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

I was flabbergasted. Only in the movies could the 'good guy' talk to the 'bad guy' like that and everyone live happily ever-after. I didn't know whether to thank Eddie, or bow down and kiss the hem of his garment.

"Johnny, are you alright?" asked Eddie.

He sensed my helpless embarrassment and didn't wait for me to answer.

"C'mon," he said, a smile forming on his handsome face, "we saved a place for you at the bar."

I followed him and saw Gina sitting at the bar looking out thru the crowd watching for us.

Eddie directed me to sit at the barstool between them. The next hour-and-a-half was non-stop, non-work-related talk, some beers, a few shots of Cuervo Gold, and whenever Gina commanded, one of us would escort her to the dance floor.

I was an adequate dancer, nothing special, but when Gina was on the floor, all eyes were on her -- including mine.

She had changed from her work uniform to a tight-fitting, short dress offering the guys delightful views of her ample cleavage. I tried not to stare at those jiggling, perky breasts but I'm afraid she caught me looking more than once. She would just smile.

By the time the bartenders yelled, "Last call," I was feeling no pain but Gina insisted we do another round of shots.

Then the band announced they'd do one more song and Gina took both of us by the hand and led us to the dance floor.

Eddie and I gyrated around her as she provocatively shook and swayed to the music. She threw her arms around us and pulled us to her and we clung together moving and grinding our bodies against one another.

Before I knew what happened, it was just Eddie and I holding each other and dancing close. It didn't bother me the least that I was dancing alone with a guy. No one around us cared -- why should I?

I had tentatively held Eddie's shoulders, but when I felt his arms holding me tightly around my waist, I held him closer as we moved back-and-forth to the slow song.

"Johnny," I heard Eddie say. I looked down into his big brown eyes and he added, "You're the nicest guy I've met in a long time."

Then he winked at me and said, "You're so damn sexy, too."

His hands moved lower to my buttocks, squeezed them, and when I did not resist he pulled me close enough I could feel his erection. 

I felt his hand on the back of my head. He gently, but firmly pulled my face close to his and kissed me on the lips; softly, at first, but when I didn't pull away his mouth pressed harder, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

My prick snapped to attention. I saw stars before my eyes as our tongues lapped and licked and meshed together. I couldn't believe I was kissing a guy; in public, no less. But once again, no one around us seemed to even notice. 

He abruptly broke off the kiss and took me by the hand and led me to where Gina was waiting for us.

She smiled and playfully said, "You make a very cute couple.". 

I heard Gina giggle and saw her pointing to our crotches.

"I see you boys enjoyed yourselves."

Only when I looked and saw our stiff cocks tenting-out the front of our slacks did I begin to feel self-conscious. I blushed. 

Eddie laughed and announced, "Johnny is a wonderful kisser."

Eddie was still holding my hand when Gina took hold of my other hand. We walked to the exit hand-in-hand with me in the middle. A warm glow rushed over me. At that moment I'd never felt closer to two people in my life.

"Eddie's going to drive us home," said Gina. 

I didn't argue. My stumbling feet signaled I'd had too much to drink and drive. Eddie ushered us into the front seat of his car with me in the middle. 

With everyone leaving the bar at the same time the parking lot was a sea of headlights, and slow moving vehicles.

Gina announced, "Looks like it will be awhile...good -- I can find out if Eddie was right when he said you are a good kisser."

And to my utter amazement, Gina pulled my head to hers and kissed my lips. Her soft, yielding mouth was sensual and exciting. My prick became instantly hard as her tongue slowly lapped at mine.

"Don't be so selfish," I heard Eddie say. 

When Gina broke off the kiss Eddie pulled me to him and gave me a long and sweet kiss.

Gina's hands expertly opened my shirt and fondled and caressed my breasts and nipples. My nipples became hard points. Then a hand gripped and squeezed my throbbing erection thru the thin fabric of my slacks. I didn't know whose hand it was.

I groaned into Eddie's mouth. I squirmed and half-heartedly tried to escape the hand stroking my prick, but I was trapped between the two of them, and besides, the hand felt sooo goood....

I felt Gina's hot breath in my ear.

"Johnny," she whispered. "You've just got to feel Eddy...he has a wonderful cock...feel his cock, Johnny."

Hypnotized by her words, I first felt Eddie's thigh -- strong and powerful. When Gina's tongue began to dart in and out of my ear and I moaned into Eddie's mouth once again, I took hold of his long, stiff cock and gasped.

Marko's words filled my head when he'd mentioned Eddie's "...big, beautiful cock."

My God, I thought. How could a guy Eddie's size have such a manly prick? It was longer and thicker than my own, and it seemed alive as I squeezed it. 

This time Eddie groaned into my mouth. He gently pushed my hand from his crotch and shifted in the seat to give him better access to mine.

His hand stroked me faster and harder. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I greedily sucked at it. My breathing became erratic; Gina's fingers pinching my nipples drove me crazy.

Suddenly they both darted their tongues in and out of my ears. Their teeth nipped at my earlobes and they pushed me over the edge. The familiar explosion started in my balls and my body jerked and shook as they held me in place. I cried out.

"OH-MY-GOD----OH-MY-GOD----OH-MY-GOD...."

The crotch of my bikini briefs filled with cum; the front of my slacks were soaked with my juices. My hips bucked wildly as Eddie's strong hand milked every ounce of semen and sperm out of me. 

I sat there stunned, and slightly confused. A guy had just given me the best handjob of my life!

The other cars had left the lot and Eddie started the car. We drove awhile in silence until Gina spoke.

"Hmmm," she said, "I love that smell."

And sure enough, the scent of my discharge now permeated the air inside the car.

Gina leaned towards me and softly asked, "Did you like that, Johnny?"

She giggled then answered her own question.

"Of course you did." Then she added, "It would be nice of you to do the same for Eddie."

The rest of the drive home I thought about her words. I remembered the feel of his cock in my hand. How it twitched and expanded when I held it. How powerful it felt in my small hand. 

And for the first time in my life I admitted to myself that I wanted to feel a guy's erection. I wanted to squeeze it -- stroke it -- maybe even kiss it. I wanted to give Eddie the same delicious pleasure he'd given me.

I was lost in thought when Gina spoke. I noticed we were in the parking lot of our apartment building.

"You know, Johnny," she said. "It's late and Eddie had an awful lot to drink...maybe he can spend the night on your couch."

It was more a statement than a question.

"Don't pressure him, Gina -- I can get home from here," said Eddie.

"No-no, she's right," I said. "You shouldn't drive anymore tonight."

We walked Gina to her door on the first floor and bid her goodnight.

"Good night, boys," she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "Have fun...I will too -- I have a date with Mr. Happy."

She kissed us both on the cheek and went inside.

"Mr. Happy?" I asked Eddie.

"Her vibrator," he said. We smiled. 

We took the stairwell to the second floor where I lived. I was one step above of him and he rubbed and lightly pinched my buttocks all the way up the stairwell. I didn't mind at all. As a matter-of-fact, I loved the attention. My prick began to swell inside my still damp briefs.

I opened my apartment door with great apprehension. Not because I was afraid of what might happen once we were inside, no, it was more a fear of the unknown. 

I was fully prepared to submit to whatever Eddie wanted from me, I wanted to pleasure him like he did for me, but I was afraid my ignorance and lack of experience with another guy would cause me to do something wrong, or worse, do it badly.

"W-Would you like a glass of wine, or a beer?" I asked as he looked around my living room.

"No thanks," he replied. "I'm tired, I need some sleep. Do you have spare bedding for the couch?"

"Oh," I said, feeling somewhat confused. "Sure, I'll make up the couch for you."

Eddie excused himself and used the bathroom while I put sheets and a blanket on the couch. I laid a pillow on the far end. 

This wasn't going the way I thought it would. On the way up the stairwell, I had pictured us frantically embracing and kissing; ripping each other's clothes off. Now all I felt was disappointment.

When Eddie returned he said, "I hope you don't mind, I like to sleep in my shorts."

"Oh, sure, no, I mean I don't mind," I answered, fumbling for words.

He took off his shoes and socks then unbuttoned his shirt. When I saw his perfectly sculpted chest and flat belly my breath caught in my throat. My head began to spin; I'd never reacted to the sight of another guy's body quite like this.

I took a chance and said, "Eddie, you don't have to sleep here -- there's plenty of room in my bed."

When he stood before me wearing only his boxers, he smiled and said, "Johnny, I like you more than any guy I've met in a long, long time...I feel a very strong attraction to you...I want to be naked with you in the worst way but not tonight...you're still half-drunk, and if the time comes that we sleep together, I want to know you're doing it not from liquor, but because you really want to be with me."

I took a deep breath; his words made my heart flutter; they had a soothing effect on my fragile psyche. He wasn't rejecting me, he was just being careful. 

He kissed me on the cheek and lay down on the couch.

"Good night," he said softly.

"Good night," I said as I switched-off the light.

I quietly undressed in my bedroom then walked naked to the bathroom. I cleaned the dried cum from myself, brushed my teeth then turned out the light. 

I stood in the darkness outside the bathroom door listening to the silence. I wanted to hear Eddie's rhythmic, sleep-induced breathing. I listened hard. 

What I heard wasn't the sound of sleep, but rather the subtle shifting of sheet and bedspread then a soft, low moan. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of flesh-on-flesh; the flesh of his hand stroking the flesh of his cock. I knew that sound well.

He shouldn't have to do that himself, I thought.

I knew my apartment well, even in the dark, so I quietly made my way to the couch.

Moonlight crept thru a slightly parted window blind and I could see his shadowy form lying on the couch. 

I went to my knees beside the couch and found his hand sliding up and down his cock. I pushed his hand away; he didn't say a word. When I took hold of his hard cock we both moaned. 

HIS COCK FEELS WONDERFUL, I thought; so hot and stiff yet so smooth to the touch.

I slowly moved my hand up and down, marveling at its length and thickness. I loved the feel of it in my hand. My own prick became hard.

His cock throbbed and expanded in my hand. I could feel every vein and nuance of his flesh as my hand went faster.

I couldn't help myself and reached for my own prick. I found a steady rhythm and stroked his cock in sync with my own. 

His cock was so hot and stiff my head became lost in a fog of passion and desire. I had never experienced anything as exciting as this. I couldn't wait to make him climax.

When his hips began squirming and grinding on the couch I felt the pressure in my own balls reach a crescendo. My hands moved faster and harder. He began thrusting his hips upward like he was fucking my hand. We were both getting very close to orgasm. 

An idea suddenly overwhelmed me -- a thought so foreign to my nature I briefly wondered if I could go thru with it.

Abandoning my petty inhibitions, I moved my head and shoulders over his lower body and my open mouth found his cockhead. 

My lips stretched wide, I took the entire glans inside my mouth. My tongue pressed flat against the slit enjoying the flavor of a man's pre-cum for the first time in my life. I didn't have long to savor the taste.

His upward thrusting forced more of his cock into my willing mouth then he cried out and the first salvo of cum filled my mouth. I briefly wondered what I should do but I obeyed my natural instincts and gulped down the mouthful of semen. 

My own cock exploded with the best orgasm of my life but I concentrated on his pleasure, not mine. I lost count of the number of streams of cum that erupted from his cock. 

My tongue was busy lapping at his slit and catching his juices. What I couldn't swallow leaked from the corners of my mouth. 

When his body came to rest and his prick softened in my mouth, my tongue continued licking his cum. 

I had never been so sexually satisfied in my life, and it wasn't about my climax, no, it was the fact I had given someone else so much pleasure. 

My hand and lips and tongue had given another person a mind-shattering orgasm and the warmth and pride I felt was unlike anything I'd experienced in the past.

The soft sound of Eddie's voice broke my reverie.

"Johnny, lay with me...."

I climbed onto the couch, and lie on my side with my back to him. He pulled the bedspread over us.

The last thing I remembered before sleep overtook me was the feel of his strong hands holding me close to him; his damp cock and matted pubic hairs pressing against my naked buttocks.

I awoke abruptly, with a start, and briefly wondered where I was. When the cloud in my head cleared, I looked around and found myself alone on the couch. 

My ears pricked up and listened for any sound in the apartment. Nothing. Eddie was gone.

I felt remarkably good considering all we had to drink the night before. 

I padded to the kitchen, filled a cup with water and placed it in the microwave. I waited then emptied a spoonful of instant coffee into the cup and sat back down on the couch.

I sipped at the coffee and unashamedly thought of Eddie's long, hard cock: The feel of it in my hand; the softness and heat; the manly aroma and wonderful taste when I took it in my mouth.

The coffee softened the dried cum on my lips, and I used my tongue to taste him again.

The sound of my cell phone coming from the bedroom interrupted my thoughts. I set the cup down and found myself almost running to the phone. 

I hoped it was Eddie calling -- I really, really wanted it to be Eddie.

My heart leapt with joy when I heard his voice.

"Good morning -- how are you feeling today," he asked in his rich baritone.




Eddie, Gina and Me



I said the first thing that came to mind: "Terrific."

Then I wondered what two guys talked about the next day after having sex with each other.

"Gina wants to go out for lunch -- care to join us?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure, of course," I replied.

"Why don't you meet up with Gina and I'll be by in forty-five minutes. After lunch I'll take you to the saloon so you can get your car, okay?"

Something in his voice bothered me. He sounded so impersonal, distant.

"Oh, yeah, okay," I said.

There was a pause then he said, "Johnny...I had a great time last night."

My heart burst with sunshine and happiness.

"So did I Eddie...I, ah, I'll never forget it," I said.

Then he said, "Maybe we can do something after work tonight...."

"I'd like that, Eddie," I replied.

I floated on clouds all the way to the bathroom to take a shower.