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Reciprocity Ch. 01

By: dresbach



First, I would like to thank CopperSkink for the time and effort he put into editing this story. At times his comments were brutally honest, but they were always helpful and I believe they improved the story immeasurably. Any errors of style, syntax or anything else one might find wrong with the story are clearly the fault of the author.

'Reciprocity' represents a loose continuation of a previous story of mine submitted at Literotica titled 'The Tent.'

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My time with Mike and Danny lasted about a year. It was fun and exciting, but our lives were on completely divergent paths. I was going to college and getting a degree in biology while they continued to live and work in the same area they had grown up in and did not seem at all interested in ever leaving. It was not long before our mutual interests, at least those outside of sex, became narrower and less well-defined. Eventually my visits back home became more infrequent and as such we gradually fell out of contact.

I graduated with my biology degree in the early 80s, and was able to land a job with an environmental firm. On temporary assignment in one of the mountainous western states in the US, I was to be working with three other guys. Two of them were a little older than me and married; and the other guy, named Carl, was about my age. The company rented two small houses for us that summer in a small mining town and allotted us a daily per-diem for meals. Given that Carl and I were unmarried and younger, we shared one of the houses while the two married guys shared the other.

It was shaping up to be a fine summer. The only drawback was that there were few opportunities for a social life in the town where I was stationed. I was not sure how the older guys were able to stand being away from their wives for weeks on end because I know Carl and I were having a having a difficult time without companionship. It was particularly hard on Carl who was also trying to keep up a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend.

It was toward the end of my first month that events changed. On one particular day I was supposed to collect various insects from a ten-by-ten-meter grid that was located down slope from the proposed mine site. Carl was doing the same in another grid about five hundred yards west of me. The other two guys were off collecting water samples and fish specimens miles from our location. I was about ready to start collecting when I realized that I hadn't brought enough sample vials. I knew there were more vials back in the truck, but it was parked a good mile away. I really didn't feel like slugging up hill most of the way to get more vials, so I headed toward Carl's location, hoping that he had enough extras to spare.

It did not take long before I spotted Carl in a small clearing, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. I figured he had a hangover from last night and was trying to sleep it off. I crept a little closer with the intention of giving him a good scare, when I realized that Carl was not sleeping, but jerking off.

Carl was a bit shorter than me and about ten pounds lighter, which gave him a wiry to almost frail appearance. He had closely cropped brown hair, cut, I suspect, to mask the patterned baldness that was beginning to form along the front margins of his head. He had an inverted triangle-shaped face with large brown eyes and a proportionately smallish mouth, both of which gave him an impish quality when he smiled. He was squatting in a catcher's position, knees apart and with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. I could clearly see his erection, which was about my size in length but a little thicker around the shaft. His pubic hair, which extended well up onto his stomach, was also thin like the top of his head, and a slightly lighter shade of brown. 

I got a hard-on immediately, but not because Carl, who was a fairly attractive guy, was masturbating out in the open and seemingly unconcerned about what was going on around him; no, what really turned me on was the way he was jerking off. The best way to describe it was that he was caressing himself, and in a sense making love to himself. Slowly and gently he moved his fingers and hands around his whole body, first running a finger or two up and down his shaft, then shifting his attention to his scrotum, and then gently rubbing the interior of his thighs or buttocks. Every now and again I saw him swirl his finger around the tip of his cock, and most likely using that small drop of clear fluid to increase both his lubrication and pleasure. This was not the act of someone trying to quickly release built-up sexual tension, but instead it was the actions of a person trying to prolong his own self-enjoyment. This was something I had done to myself on many occasions, and watching Carl now I got the distinct impression that he, like me, had experienced homosexuality, or at the very least had fantasized about sex with a guy.

My cock was pressing hard against my jeans. I could not stand passively by any longer. This was probably going to be my best opportunity to have some type of human sexual contact this summer. I deliberated for only a few moments before stepping out into the clearing and saying, "That looks like fun. Mind if I join you?"

I do not think Carl actually heard what I said, but the look of surprise he had almost made me burst out laughing. He started to stand up, but when he realized that in so doing he would have fully exposed himself to me, he quickly squatted back down on his haunches. The quick up-and-down movements with his feet confined by his pants caused him to rock awkwardly and fall forward, kneeling. He tried to pull his pants up from the kneeling position, but all he accomplished doing was to comically stretch his underwear up in a vain attempt to cover himself.

The whole time he was fumbling around with his pants he kept repeating, "Fuck, this is embarrassing," and "Don't you make any fucking sound when you're walking through the fucking woods?"

I laughed at his embarrassment, and said, "Sorry, but I needed some more vials, and I thought you might have some extras."

"Vile," Carl responded with a hint of animosity in his voice, "What's vile about it?"

I laughed even harder as I tried to make myself clearer, "Not vile, you moron, vials, as in 'sample vials'. Do you have any extras?"

Carl paused for a moment and looked at me as if he still did not understand the question.

"Carl," I said trying to snap him out of his apparent trance.

Carl finally responded, "What did you just say?"

"I said, 'do you have any extra sample vials?'"

Carl shook his head, "No, before that."

It was finally starting to register to him what may be transpiring between us. Even though I wanted to repeat my initial observation and request to join in, for some reason I felt I needed to play it coy, "I'm not sure why you're embarrassed. Guys jerk off all the time. Shit, what with the lack of available women in this town, all we can do is jerk off."

Carl was thinking about what I had said, and either absentmindedly or on purpose, had stood up without pulling his pants up. Even after the initial awkwardness of the situation and the amount of time that had passed since I had made my presence known, he still had a raging hard-on, and was no longer concerned about covering up. I thought this was a sure sign that he liked the idea of masturbating in front of each other. I was wrong.

"So, I'm horny, and I can see you're horny. You want to jerk off together?" I asked again as I put my hand on my belt buckle.

Carl got a stunned look on his face, and only stared back at me. It was as if he were doing some mental calculus about the pros and cons of my suggestion. Suddenly he looked down at himself and realized that his pants were still down around his ankles. Seeing that his cock was still sticking straight out and pointing at me, he quickly reached down and pulled his pants up in one fluid motion, and exclaimed, "No! What the fuck do..."

I started to laugh as if I was joking about the whole incident. Carl's face visibly lightened up, and an embarrassed smile passed across his lips as he said, "You fucker, you had me going for a minute there."

I was relieved that I dodged a potentially embarrassing bullet, but I was disappointed none the less. I continued to laugh and joke with him about the incident. Finally, Carl got serious again and asked, "John, you're going to keep this to yourself, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, but instead started to walk away from him and in the direction of the truck. Over my shoulder I yelled back, "I need to get more sample vials. See you at dinner. If you need me for anything, I'm working just to the east of you."

For the rest of the day I kept going over the whole incident in my head, and getting more frustrated and angry with myself that I had either handled the situation badly or that I had gotten the signals totally crossed. Would it have been better if I had just watched in silence and use the information later if another opportunity presented itself? No, I told myself, those situations demanded striking when the iron was hot. Could I have said or done things differently once I made my presence known? That was an unknown. I kept running different scenarios around in head, but none of them sounded any better to me at the time. I really could not think of anything I could have done better, so I resigned myself into thinking that if Carl had fantasized about sex with another guy, he just was not ready for it as yet. Maybe he'd never be ready.

At dinner with the other two guys, Carl was unusually quiet; and as each of us recounted what we had done that day, Carl kept giving me worried, side-long glances. I suspected he was nervous that I might reveal his morning indiscretions to the other guys given that I did not answer his final question about staying silent. I smiled to myself, thinking about his worried state, and was partially satisfied that someone else's mind was working overtime. However, once he figured out I was not going to tell on him, he started to relax and became his normal, jovial self. I, on the other hand, was still frustrated. So much so that when dinner was over I declined Carl's offer to go to the bars.

He got a worried look on his face when I told him this, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, "Tomorrows Friday and I just want to get an early start and get stuff done before the weekend. I don't want to be too foggy from staying out late."

It was a lie, of course. I really just wanted to get back to the house and relive my frustration.

Carl thought for a moment, and then asked, "Well if you're not going out there's no point in me, either. I'll just come back with you. Besides, I need to talk."

Great, he wants to make sure I don't tell anyone about what he was doing. I felt half inclined to tell him right there not to worry about it so that he would go off to the bars by himself so I could masturbate in peace, but I decided to wait until we got back to the house. I just hoped he didn't want to spend hours talking about it incessantly.

Once we got back to the house, I got a beer, sat down in the living room, and asked, "Okay, what's the problem?"

"No problem really; I just wanted to thank you for not telling the others what you saw."

I smiled weakly at him and said, "Like I said to you this morning, it's no big deal. Everyone does it, and now and again everyone gets caught doing it. It's forgotten."

I thought about my own personal history, and started to laugh, "The same thing happened to me, but I think I was in eighth grade. A guy who I thought was a friend walked in on me just as I was shooting my load; embarrassing as hell. I thought my life was over right then and there."

"So what happened?" asked Carl as he leaned toward me.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "About what you'd expect. Rumors spread throughout the school, and I was the butt of a lot of jokes. This went on for a few weeks I think, but then I realized something: almost all of the kids I cared about and who really cared about me really didn't give a crap what I had done. So I got over it. And you know what the funny thing is? That the asshole who tried to make my life hell is now selling shitty carpets in some shitty little store somewhere. So who do you think is more embarrassed about their lives: me, who as a kid got caught doing something everyone does; or the asshole, who at this moment has to try and sell carpet to the very people he used to look down his nose at in school? The last laugh is indeed the best."

After I revealed my own embarrassing history, I see Carl take on a more relaxed demeanor. I was also getting over frustration earlier although I was still horny. Images from this morning continued to invade my consciousness, and they were putting my cock in a constant state of readiness.

We got a couple more beers and continued to talk about the events in our past. This was probably the first time Carl and I talked about anything other than work-related stuff, and I was surprised to find we had done a lot of similar things. We seemed to have the same taste in women, we had similar friends in college, and we even had similar dorm-mates in our first year. Eventually, our conversation returned to the events that occurred earlier in the day.

"I'm still trying to figure out how you were able to sneak up on me without me hearing," he asked shaking his head to emphasis his wonderment.

I laughed at his question before answering, "I didn't, quote-unquote, 'sneak up on you'. I walked toward you as I normally would. It's just that you were so into yourself that you didn't hear me."

Carl nodded his head in agreement and laughed, "I can't deny that fact. Fuck, I was horny. Stupid of me too since I knew you were working close. And then you pop out of the woods. I just about crapped myself."

We both started laughing uproariously as I recounted the startled look he gave me and the clumsy dance he performed as he was trying to put on his clothes without standing up.

"Yeah, you fucker," Carl continued with a sarcastic grin, "The whole time you're laughing at me, and I don't know what I should do or what's going to happen. I kept thinking about the nightmare of high school and all." He paused for a moment as if in thought, and then added, "And then to top it all off, you made that joke about joining in."

"Was it?" I asked with a smile.

Carl stopped laughing and stared at me as if he did not understand the question. I waited for him to respond, but when he didn't, I continued, "Truth be told, Carl, I watched you for some time as you played with yourself. It was a real turn-on."

I paused again, waiting for him, but he just sat in his chair, staring at the floor. I could see that the wheels in his mind were turning as if he were trying to decide if I was serious or if I was just pulling his leg again. Finally he said, "I...I'm not sure what to say."

I smiled sympathetically and said, "You don't have to say anything. I'm just being honest, and to continue along honesty's path I need to say that I wished I had done things a little differently."

"Differently, how?" he asked.

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't have asked. Maybe I should have just dropped my pants and started feeling myself in front of you. Maybe that would have eased your fears."

Carl still didn't say or do anything. I was starting to wonder if I was barking up the wrong tree. Maybe he really wasn't into guys but was too nice to come out and tell me. Or maybe I was being too coy, not making my intentions clear. My frustration was coming back again. I wanted to push him into my direction but I was afraid that if I pushed too hard he would clam up. Still, it was getting late, I was getting tired, and I was a little drunk, all of which was adding to my impatience.

So I came out and asked him, "What would you have done if I did just that?"

Carl finally opened up, "I don't know; I guess I wouldn't have felt so embarrassed. I certainly wouldn't have worried about you telling anyone."

I laughed and said, "True, but what would you have done?"

Carl thought for a moment before answering, "I guess I would have continued playing with myself as you put it, but it sounds gay."

"Yes, I guess in some quarters of society it does."

"But I'm not gay," Carl said quickly.

"Well, in the strict sense of the word, I'm not either."

Carl got a quizzical look on his face, "What do you mean 'by a strict sense of the word'?"

"I mean that the term 'gay' has come to signify men strictly having sex with other men."

Carl still looked confused, "Right, but what do you mean 'I'm not gay either in a strict sense of the word'?"

Jesus, was he being purposefully obtuse, or was I being that convoluted? Probably the latter, so I just cut to the quick, "I've had sex and enjoyed sex with both men and women."

"Oh man," Carl exclaimed, "You've had sex with guys? I can't picture that; you seem so normal."

I laughed at the innocent, dead-panned way he made his statement, "Yeah, well I am normal, to a certain degree anyway. But really what is normal when it comes to sex? I think Freud said that the only abnormal activity in human sexuality was having no sex at all. If that's the case then both of us have been very abnormal lately, or have you been getting laid the past month and a half without me knowing it?"

Carl ignored my last question by asking one of his own, "So if I asked you to suck my dick, you would?"

I sat back in my chair and smiled. Finally, the conversation was starting to get interesting, "Maybe, but I wouldn't want to feel like I was being taken advantage of. I would demand some form of reciprocity."

"Reciprocity?" he asked with another quizzical look.

"Quid pro quo," I added.

Carl still did not understand. Maybe he was that dense.

"If I scratch your back, I would expect you to scratch mine."

Carl finally understood my meaning, but he did not respond. Instead he gave me a look that was difficult to describe. It was not a look of revulsion or anger, but one that exuded some manner of curious reluctance. I thought he was close to the tipping point, and only needed a good firm push, so I added, "I understand your reluctance. Trust is a hard commodity to come by in situations like these."

Carl shook his head, "It's not that I don't trust you..." he hesitated for a moment as if he was having one last debate with himself, and then said, "Oh fuck it, I guess we could jag off together if you want. I could get into that."

After two hours of talk, I was thinking about something more than jerking myself off. I needed some actual human contact, or I was going to burst, "I'll tell you what: strict reciprocity be damned. How about I give you a hand job, and if you like it you can give me one."

"Just a hand job?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, just a hand job."

Carl smiled and slyly asked, "And what if I don't like it? What happens then?"

I had to think for a moment. Arrogant as it may sound, I had not considered that possibility. I could not think of anything at the moment so I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess. I certainly can't force you to do it."

Carl hesitated only a moment before answering, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

I told him to take his clothes off and sit on the edge of his chair. In the meantime I got a bottle of lubricant from my bedroom. When I got back to the living room Carl had disrobed from the waist down, but he kept his t-shirt on. His cock was already hard, and I could see he was already breathing heavily in nervous anticipation. I pulled up another chair and sat down in front of him.

I began by rubbing the inside of his thighs. Always starting at mid-thigh and going up to just below his stomach, but never touching his member. I could feel a slight, but continuous trembling throughout his whole body, which told me he was either very nervous, very excited, or both. I brushed one of my fingers down along the underside of his shaft. His cock jumped at my touch. A small bead of pre-ejaculate fluid formed at the tip of the head. I smiled to myself. He was already in such an excited state that a couple of tugs would most likely make him pop, but I was going to try and draw it out for as long as I could.


Reciprocity Ch. 01



I poured a few drops of oil onto his scrotum, and concentrated first on his balls by gently pulling and massaging his testicles with both hands. Occasionally I would add a bit more oil and rub each testicle with the tips of my fingers. As I continued to work his scrotum, I heard Carl emit a soft moan as he pushed his lower torso closer to me, and opened his legs wider. Another drop of fluid formed and as I continued to knead his balls with one hand, I slowly swirled the drop around the head with a finger of my other hand.

The duel stimulation to his balls and cock caused Carl put his feet up on the arms of my chair while he slid his ass even closer to me. It was as if he was passively signaling me to insert my finger into his anus. I resisted the temptation, figuring that he would not be ready for that type of sex play just yet. Instead, I put even more oil on his scrotum, cupped his balls, and pressed firmly on the sensitive area between his anus and testicles. Another moan, but this time it was much louder and longer, and more fluid formed at the tip to where there was almost a continual stream. I knew he was close, so I gently pinched the head of his cock and made it deflate.

I looked up at him for the first time since I had started. Carl's eyes were downcast and half-lidded as he intently watched my fingers do their magic. His breathing was shallow, and there was a very thin layer of sweat that coated his upper body. He looked almost corpse-like as he sat motionless with his head down.

"Carl, are you okay?" I asked in an amused tone of voice.

I saw him slowly nod his head, and then say hoarsely, "I take it back about what happens if I don't like it. I don't know if I can take much more of this, you fucker."

I laughed quietly, and said, "Much more? I haven't even started yet."

While still holding his tightened scrotum, I drizzled a liberal amount of oil all along the shaft and over the head. Once I spread the oil around with the palm of my free hand I slowly ran my fingertips up and down the shaft, but instead of having my hand oriented sideways to his member as is the normal position when jerking off, I positioned my fingers over the top of his erection. It was a variation on the technique Danny used on me that night in the tent, but the advantage of my method was that I could touch all parts of the shaft without fully wrapping my fingers around it and inadvertently apply pressure.

It was not long before Carl was moaning uncontrollably, and saying over and over again like some religious chant, 'Jesus' and 'Oh my god, this is killing me.' His whole body was as rigid as his cock. I could see the muscles in his thighs and calves bulge as he pushed his legs hard against the arms of my chair, and causing his back to fully arch upward. Every so often he would try and thrust his tortured member hard into my hand in order to initiate his climax, but all that his thrusting accomplished was to force the head of his cock into my palm, causing it to deflate again, and subsequently prolong his agony.

You keep thrusting like that, and I'll just make this last longer," I whispered teasingly, "I'm better at this than you, and I can keep doing this all night long."

How much time had passed? Five minutes, maybe ten? It was hard to tell. His balls were tight against the base of his shaft, which was a sure sign that he was nearing that point where climax was inevitable. It was at these moments when I would change technique again. While holding his shaft firmly by the base, I gently rubbed the underside of his cock with a finger or two just below where the head meets the shaft, and with each subsequent stroke from my fingers I would gradually increase pressure. 

This was usually the most sensitive area of a man's cock, so sensitive in fact that too much pressure or stimulation may actually cause irritation and a painful ejaculation. The trick in avoiding over-stimulation is that at some point I shift to rubbing the head on the opposite side. I jokingly call this my 'contrecoup' technique, and if I do it correctly it only takes a few strokes on the opposite side before the guy starts shooting his wad. Carl was no exception.

I had only just started swirling my finger slowly around the spot when Carl's leg, overstrained from the tension that had built up in his muscles, began to vibrate uncontrollably. Applying a bit more pressure, I caused a near constant seepage of pre-ejaculate fluid forming at the tip of his head. The droplet started small, but quickly grew in size and eventually rolled off and fell onto his stomach.

I whispered again, "Do you want to come?"

Carl was still looking down at his cock and feebly answered back, "Yes."

"Look at me and say 'please'," I demanded softly.

Carl looked up, and a wry smile passed his lips as he said, "Please."

With our eyes still locked together, I shifted my fingers to the opposite side of his cock and firmly stroked head and shaft together. Carl's eyes went wide for a moment and his mouth formed a silent 'Oh' just before I saw a thick strand of semen hit him across his own lips. I looked down in time to see jet after jet of cum landing across his chest and stomach. As his cock slowly softened in my hand, Carl's legs became as dead weight and he let his feet slid off my chair and onto the floor with a loud thump.

I chuckled, seeing the look of utter contentment on Carl's face, and said, "Well, I would say that I met my part of our conditions, unless you're going to lie, and say you didn't like it."

I was about to add another lame witticism when Carl pulled me down and kissed me. It was deep and passionate and much unexpected. I could taste his semen as he pushed his tongue further into my mouth. I returned his kiss as I held the back of his head tightly in my hand. While sucking on my tongue, he reached over and started fumbling with my belt and zipper. I let this go on for some time before I had to disengage and take my pants down myself.

My cock sprang out and Carl immediately grabbed it by the base and began slowly stroking it with his other hand. I had to sit down, as my legs were already like rubber. Carl continued to stroke me as he leaned forward and reengaged the kiss. The erotic sensations of Carl's hands on my cock coupled with his forceful kiss were almost indescribable. This was not raw sexual appetite, but true passion, the kind of passion I never felt with Mike or Danny and only a few times with some of my female friends in college. I put my arms around him and drew him closer.

Carl was fondling me like he had fondled himself this morning: a gentle combination of fingers and palms that explored the whole length and breadth of my erection. Never spending too much time in one place, and always keeping me off balance as to where and when his fingers would touch next. Waves of ecstasy coursed through me as he swirled the small drops of fluid all around my bulbous head.

He was taking his time as I had done, wanting to prolong my pleasure as much as possible. Shifting gears again, Carl grabbed my balls that were hanging down over the chair, and began to pull on them as he increased the stroking along my shaft. With my balls cupped in hand, I felt his index finger pressing against that sensitive area behind my testicles just as I had done to him. I let out a long, stuttering breath of air through my nostrils in response, and smiled to myself thinking what a good pupil this was to learn so quickly.

"Ooo, he likes that," said Carl, and then added with a wry laugh, "I wonder if he'll like this?"

I felt him probe further with his finger until he found my anus, at which point he pressed firmly, but not so firm as to cause penetration. The feeling was incredible; not so much from the actual stimulation, but from the fact that he was taking initiative by exploring different ways on his own without my prompting or guidance. The pupil was becoming a teacher so to speak. It was such a turn-on for me that I almost asked him to fuck me right then, but I wanted to save that treat for another day; besides, Carl had another surprise for me.

Even though Carl was bringing me close to climax, I could feel that too much friction was beginning to build, so I would soon lose the pleasurable stimulation.

"Carl, I think I'm going to need some lubricant..."

Before I could finish telling him the bottle of oil was on the table behind him, he had already dropped to his knees, and was sucking my cock. I started to laugh at his unabashed eagerness.

Upon hearing my laughter, Carl looked up at me with a concerned look, "What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"

I kissed him, "Nothing's wrong. It's perfect."

To use an old cliché, Carl took to sucking my cock as fish take to water. So much so that I was finding it difficult to believe that this was really his first time. He showered loving attention to every inch of my member and scrotum with his tongue and lips; and as he had done with his hands, he never concentrated too long on any one area or with any one technique. Only in a few instances did he become over-exuberant, accidentally scraping too hard with his teeth.

It was not long before I felt my inevitable climax, and I verbally warned him of my impending ejaculation. Deftly, and without breaking either rhythm or contact, he replaced his mouth with his hand. I uttered one long moan, arched my back, and came all over myself, the volume and force of which I have rarely achieved prior to that point or since.

We sat back into our respected chairs, looked at each other, and started to laugh. We talked for a while before each of us retired to our bedrooms. Small talk really; nothing salacious, sexual, or erotic; just the kind of talk guys have when they are sitting in a bar, playing cards, or watching a game on television. An impartial observer, if one happened by at the time, would have concluded that we were just a couple of old friends that were reunited and catching up on all the events that had transpired since we last met. Only once did we comment on the events that had just transpired between us, and that was when I asked him in all honesty if this was really the first time he had done anything like this. He said that it was. I still found it hard to believe, but he seemed sincere so I never questioned it again.

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Early the next morning, I was awakened by a sharp nudge. Peering into my darkened room I saw what I hoped was Carl standing over me, a featureless shadowy outline that was only slightly less dark than the surrounding room. For some odd reason visions of the shower scene from Psycho popped into my head.

"What the fuck, man? It's five o'clock in the morning. What's wrong?" I asked with my voice still raspy from sleep.

"Are you asleep?" he asked in hushed tones.

I almost laughed at the stupidity of his question, but I was still half-asleep and just responded sarcastically, "Why yes I am. The voice you are hearing is only a recording."

"Sorry, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about last night," he said apologetically.

Here it comes, I thought. The inevitable doubt and acrimony creeps into the conscience in the wee hours of the morning as the soul begins to torture itself with the supposed immoral underpinnings of its sexual transgressions. I should expect this because I went through the same thing to a certain degree the first time I slept with a guy. Carl's probably wondering if he should give up his career in biology and try to make a name for himself designing women's fashions or is worried about how ridiculous he'll look in a lavender tutu and matching toe slippers.

I sat up still half asleep, and leaned against the headboard, "What about last night?"

"What was that word you used...reci...?"

"Reciprocity," I finished for him, "What about it?"

"Well it seems to me that you got a blow job, but I only got a hand job. That doesn't seem quite fair and in keeping with your ideas of reciprocity."

I started to laugh, "Yep, if you put it that way it does sound like you got the short end of the stick, but you have to admit it was a pretty good hand job."

"Good?" he exclaimed with exuberance, "It was fucking awesome. Better than I've even done to myself and way better than I've gotten from Mary, but..."

"...But you still feel taken advantage of and that I owe you something more," I said, still chuckling.

Carl didn't say anything; instead he kneeled on the bed next to me. As my eyes became better adjusted to the darkness, I could see that Carl was naked and already sporting a full erection. I was never much of a sex-in-the-morning type of person for many obvious reasons, but I just could not let this opportunity slip by. It's not like I was getting tons of offers for sex lately, male or female.

"Well I certainly can't argue with your logic," I said as I pulled him closer to me, "But you understand this will put the advantage in my favor again, and you may have to come through with something special."

Carl was breathing hard in anticipation, and asked in a soft, slightly stuttering voice, "What kind of special favor?"

"Oh," I said as I gently kissed his head and the underside of his shaft, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I heard Carl suck in a large volume of air when I pulled him slowly into my mouth. His cock was still slightly oily from last night's frivolities. It had been well over three years since I preformed fellatio on someone, plus Carl had a fairly thick cock, so my initial attempts at fully inserting him met with some resistance. 

Eventually I was able to get a good rhythm developed and had his cock well-lubricated with my saliva; but given my awkward positioning, Carl was still kneeling and I was stretched out on my side, I was still unable to fully draw him in. So I repositioned Carl and myself into the sixty-nine position where I was on top. Again I slowly drew Carl into me, and this time I was able to get his whole length in my mouth to where I could touch the top of his scrotum with my lips.

Once he was fully inside me, I would hold him in that position for a while and swirl my tongue around the head and shaft, and then slowly back off to point where my lips just enclosed the head. At this point I would vigorously flick the sensitive area on the underside of his cock with my tongue before descending down his shaft again. I repeated this over and over again, never using my hands except to provide special attention to his now-tightening balls.

Besides having a mouthful of cock, my mouth was rapidly filling with saliva. I parted my lips just enough to let it flow down and bathe his cock and balls with my natural lubricant. Once I had a good supply I fully lubricated my finger and slowly inserted it into his anus. Up until this time Carl was unusually quiet, but once I touched his trip-hammer prostate I began to hear a loud and continuous moaning. 

Carl then firmly wrapped his arms around me and buried his face into my groin. The sensation was incredible as I felt his tongue forcefully darting all around my cock and balls. He tried to keep up with me the best that he could, but when I started to swirl my finger around the inside of his anus, he just gave up trying to service me, and just laid his head back down and muttered 'Oh my God' over and over.

It was not long before Carl began to thrust his hips upward in mock simulation of fucking my mouth.

I took a moment from sucking his cock to encourage him further, "Oh yes, fuck my mouth. Fuck my mouth until you shoot your hot load down my throat."

I used his movements to aid my finger sliding across his prostate. The sensation caused another round of wild moaning from him, which ended when he clamped his mouth firmly over my anus to tongue me with complete abandon.

"That's right, tongue my ass and fuck my mouth," I said in between his vigorous thrusts.

Our sexual repartee finally came to an end when I inserted a second finger into his anus and continually flicked the sensitive spot on his head with my tongue. Carl uttered one last loud groan just before I felt his semen begin to fill my mouth, and I continued to suck on him until I began to feel him soften.

"Holy shit," was all he said after I lifted myself off him.

"I'd say you owe me big time."

Eagerly, Carl asked, "What do you want me to do?"

I laughed and looked at the clock, "Well right now we have to get ready for work, but I'll have the whole day to think up something special for you."

****************

It was all that I could do to keep my mind on work that day. It was even worse at dinner, for there I had to go through the perfunctory pleasantries of seeming interested in the conversations initiated by our other two married companions. Carl was having just as difficult a time as me, as he continually had to ask the other two biologists to repeat themselves because he had not been listening the first time.

Once dinner was over, Carl and I made it appear that we were headed for a night on the town, and left the other two guys to call their wives. Along our little detour toward the center of town, which lasted just long enough for the other two to get back to their house, I jokingly ask Carl, "So which bar do you want to hit first?"

"How 'bout the bar called 'stick your hard cock up my ass'," he said under his breath with a smile.

"You just read my mind."

No sooner had we gotten back to our own residence than our clothes came off. Somehow we ended up in Carl's room along with the bottle of lubricant, and each of us took turns covering the other with the light oil. We proceeded slowly, sitting on the bed, face to face, and taking turns fondling the other. Our hands were in perpetual motion and our lips were locked together.

When we finally broke our grip, Carl playfully asked, "So what's this special thing you're going to have me do?"

"You've already touched on it earlier," I said, breathing heavily, "and you've had a taste of it this morning."

I let go of his cock and slid my hands beneath him while Carl lifted himself to his knees. My hands were already well-oiled, so I had little trouble slipping two fingers into him down to the second knuckle. I gently worked my fingers in and out to get Carl used to the increased girth. It was slow going, but with a little patience I felt his sphincter begin to loosen, and I was able to fully insert both fingers, but the fit was very snug.

"Wasn't this easier to do this morning?" he asked with a hint of strain in his voice.

"You were more relaxed then. Does it feel uncomfortable?"

"Not really, but it's different now. This morning it was like 'fuck me in the ass' time. I'm just not getting that feeling," Carl said disappointedly.

Carl was trying to pass it off and put a brave face on the situation, but I could tell that he was experiencing a bit of discomfort.

"You just want to change the rules in mid-stream," I said, teasing him as I removed my fingers, "You just want me to give up so that you can fuck my mouth again, don't you?"

"No, no, it's not that, I want you too," Carl exclaimed.

I started to laugh, "It's okay, Carl. I thought we might be going a bit fast, so let's try something else. Something that may make you relax."

I told Carl to lie on his stomach. I applied a little more oil and began to give him a massage. I could tell immediately that all the muscles in his lower back were tight, so I concentrated most of my efforts there.

As I continued to knead the knots in Carl's back, he would periodically ask me questions, "How many girls have you fucked?"

I had to think for a moment, "Oh, I don't know; more than four but fewer than seven."

"Well that doesn't narrow it down too much," he said, chuckling. I could tell from his voice that he was beginning to relax more.

"I don't keep an exact tally in my head," I said, and started to rattle off names under my breath until I arrived at a more definitive answer, "Four. Five if you count the girl who gave me a hand job on a dare."




Reciprocity Ch. 01



"Did you fuck her?"

"No; we were way too drunk."

"Then she doesn't count," Carl paused for a long time as if in thought, and then asked, "How many guys?"

"Four counting you, but since we haven't actually fucked you shouldn't count either."

"Funny," Carl said with a hint of sarcasm and then paused again before continuing, "Who do you like better?"

"What do you mean by 'better'?"

"Was sex better with the guys, or the girls? In general, I mean."

I was not sure where he was going with this or what were the reasons behind his questions, but I could tell that his inquisitiveness was having a sort of therapeutic effect in relaxing him, probably more so than even my massage. I started to rub more oil on his buttocks, and then reached under him and started pulling gently on his testicles.

"I don't know," I finally said in a cavalier manner, "I haven't really thought about it that much."

Carl had raised his ass slightly as I started to gently stroke his hardening shaft with my fingertips. I was still rubbing his buttocks with my other hand but occasionally I would press down on his anus with my thumb.

"You've had to have given it some thought," Carl persisted, his voice starting to get that dreamlike quality one gets right before falling asleep, "Did you find sex better with the guys, or the girls?"

I had my thumb fully within him, and was easily sliding it in and out of his anus. I wrapped my other hand completely around the base of his cock and scrotum and was gently pulling both organs simultaneously. Carl lifted his lower torso even further in the air as a response.

"It depends," I said with a slight laugh.

I was easily shifting between my thumb and two fingers, penetrating him first with one set of digits, and then the other. However, every so often I would momentarily leave my thumb in as I inserted my two fingers, and in this manner I had been able to loosen his sphincter enough so that I could insert three fingers in at least part of the way.

"It depends on what?" he finally asked as he breathed heavily.

"It depends on the person," I said kissing him at the small of the back, and then added, "I think you're ready."

Carl reflexively got up on his knees.

"I think that since this is your first time it would be better if you got on top. That way you can control the amount and rate of penetration," I said as I lay on my back.

Carl straddled me, and slowly lowered himself onto my cock. Even with the extensive massaging of his sphincter it was still a very snug fit. Inch by almost imperceptible inch Carl continued to lower himself, pausing briefly at times to get adjusted to my size, and then he would continue my cock's slow slide into his anus.

Once he had me fully within him, Carl began to slowly lift himself up and down. His eyes were closed, and his breaths came deep but sporadically, punctuated by intermittent bouts of moaning.

Carl was bouncing up and down faster now. He was leaning backwards with his hands behind him and firmly resting on my knees for support, and as such his overarching back thrust his cock far in front of him and danced invitingly before my eyes. I watched in amusement at how his cock would slap down against my stomach or spring upward, back and forth, up and down it would jump like some perverted metronome that was keeping time with Carl's gyrations.

By the look on his face Carl was at that point of erotic bliss. It occurred most often with me during anal sex, and occurs at that point where the prostate is sufficiently stimulated enough to where one loses the full-bladder feeling and instead becomes enveloped in a pervasive euphoric sensation emanating throughout the area of the groin. 

The problem with the feeling is that no matter how hard I tried, I could never provide enough anal stimulation to cause ejaculation. I've heard that some men could ejaculate through anal stimulation alone, but I could never achieve that end without, at least, some additional stimulation to my cock. Without the additional stimulation, the overall effect is a constant sensation of being on the verge of coming, but never accomplishing the deed. It was both delightful and maddening. Carl was at this point, and was literally jumping up and down on my cock with an ever more frenzied zeal trying vainly to orgasm.

If only I were flexible enough I could take him in my mouth. That's the ultimate, of course, to have another person suck on your cock while getting fucked in the ass. However, seeing that it was just the two of us and I wasn't limber enough, I just placed my hand in a position so that my thumb would gently stroke the underside of Carl's cock on each of his down-strokes. It was all that was needed.

Carl's orgasm was not as forceful nor contained the volume as his previous ones, but it was no less pleasurable given his reaction, as he continued to slam into me hard on the down strokes while uttering a crescendo of moans and groans; and as the stream of cum subsided Carl slowly lowered himself, and came to rest upon my chest.

"Well, that was fast," I said with a chuckle, "It was hardly worth all my effort at getting you primed."

Carl was still breathing hard, and said in a sheepish tone, "Sorry," deep breath, "It just came up on me," another breath, "but I'm sure you can figure out a way for me to make it up to you."

"Reciprocity is really going to be a bitch for you from now on."

Carl slid off of me and onto the bed. His breathing was starting to come back to normal, "I'm so glad you taught me that word."

"I haven't started teaching you yet," I said with a laugh.

A wry grin crossed Carl's face, "Is that what you are? My teacher?"

I just smiled in answer. We lay in silence for a while, both of us having fallen into our own contemplations. Carl must have been thinking about our prior conversation when I was massaging him because he went back to that track, "So when you told your girlfriends about fucking other guys, they were cool about it?"

"For the most part," I said, "some of them had a problem with it so they broke it off with me, but most were pretty interested in it if not turned on by it. Why?"

"I'm debating whether to tell my fiancée or not."

It was delivered as an off-hand remark as if it was minor bit of information that one had to get out of the way before commenting on the really important material. Unfortunately for Carl, I did not think it was such a minor tidbit.

"What fiancée?" I asked, barely hiding my surprise.

"Mary," Carl said again in an off-handed manner and still unaware of my growing agitation.

"I thought you told me she was just your girlfriend."

Carl finally heard the tension in my voice, and looked at me with surprise, "I did...she is...I mean was, until about a week ago."

"When the fuck were you going to say something?"

Carl still did not understand what was going wrong. "I just did. Why, do you want to come to the wedding?"

"No, you fucking moron, but I would have done things differently if I'd known you were getting married."

"Differently, like what?"

I yelled, "Like maybe I wouldn't have fucked you!"

Carl started to get defensive, "Jesus; what's the big deal? It's not like I am married."

"No, you're almost married, and it's a big deal to me."

Carl tried to brush off my last comment, "I still don't see what your problem is. It's not like you're going to hell or anything."

I looked at him in stunned silence for a moment, and then said with dripping sarcasm, "Well thank you so much for that vote of absolution, Mr. Jesus, I had no idea you were so in tune with the Almighty," and then I added rhetorically, "Religious scruples aside, did it ever occur to you that I might have some personal ethics that I would rather not violate?"

"Sorry," he said meekly, "I didn't think it would be a big deal."

Carl was right, of course, but only in a mealy-mouth, legalese sort of way. He was not married yet, but he had made a commitment to another person and I believe those types of commitments change the dynamic in all other relationships. It's kind of like the guy who fucks the stripper at his bachelor party. Sure, he wasn't legally married, so no harm no foul, right? He still loves his fiancée, and he'll be ready to commit to her and the marriage, but just not for another four hours. Tell your new wife that, 'Honey I just fucked a stripper a couple of hours ago, but it's okay because we weren't married yet and now I'm ready to commit to our marriage,' and we'll see how long it takes you to get her foot out of your ass.

"Are you going to tell her?" I asked.

"Tell her what?"

"That you've been fucking around."

It was Carl's turn to get excited. He looked at me like I had just slapped him up side the head, "Fuck no! What are you, nuts? I'm certainly not going to tell her I was fucking another guy."

I started to laugh. Yeah, shoe's on the other foot now, I thought, and then said aloud, "I guess it's a big deal after all. What happened to this great debate you were having with yourself? Gee, should I tell her or should I not," I ended in a mocking tone.

"That was before I got your reaction. There's no way..."

I cut him off, "That's fucking right you're not telling her, because it changes everything."

"If it changes everything, why do you tell them?"

"Not that," I said in exasperation, "The fact that you entered into a commitment with her, that changes everything."

"Oh, that. I don't think so. We made a pact with each other that we could still see other people when we started dating. I don't think our engagement changes that. What would be worse is if she found out I was boning some guy."

I just shook my head, and said, "I wouldn't be so sure of that. Women can surprise you at almost every turn."

"You think I should tell her, don't you?" he asked with a bit of anxiety.

"That's up to you..."

"But what would you do?" Carl asked, cutting me off.

There was something else bothering him. "I can tell you're trying to get at something, but you're beating it around the bush. Just tell me what's on your mind."

Carl paused for a moment before answering, "I just want to know if you're going to tell her when she gets here on Wednesday?"

No wonder he was worried. "Mary's coming here?"

"Yeah, she's flying in for the long Fourth of July weekend, and I'd rather you not tell her."

I just shook my head. I was bit insulted that he thought I was vindictive enough to rat him out to his fiancée. "Why the fuck would I tell her that?"

Carl got defensive again when he saw that I was getting angry, "I don't know; because of your ethical scruples or whatever the fuck it was that got you so pissed before. I thought you might...I don't know...feel you needed to tell her or something."

I started to laugh at Carl's bumbling way of explaining himself. One thing for sure was that I could not stay mad at the guy no matter how hard I tried. I started to tease him, "Tell her what, how good you sucked on my pole? You don't want me telling your girlfriend that you like it when I fuck you in your tight little hynnie? You don't think she'd want to watch as I..."

Carl started to laugh. "Shut up, man. Don't even joke about it."

"No, I'm not going to tell her. My ethics are my own. I don't impose them or my sense of morality on others."

Carl audibly sighed in relief, "Thank you. Still friends?"

"Yes," I said as I got off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

I was just about to the bathroom when I heard Carl ask, "Can I join you?"

My ethics are my own, I had said, and so was my sense of morality; and that was the rub. That is why I got so mad earlier. Carl inadvertently had put me face-to-face with those ethics, which were no kids and no married people. Once I found out Carl was planning on getting married it was clear what my answer should have been. He should have become persona non-grata. I thought about his request, and what it would mean. I thought about how I should answer in keeping with my ethical side. Then I thought about spending the rest of the summer alone and celibate.

"Absolutely," I said, leaving my ethics on the bathroom floor.



Reciprocity Ch. 02



Jill stood at the foot of Danny's bed looking down at his soft cock as it glistened with her saliva and his cum. She felt odd, strangely aroused by the fact she had crossed a line here, a very powerful line. Looking up at his face, she could tell he was in shock too, pondering what to say next, what to do next. Wondering if she finally convinced Danny that his girlfriend Brenda had simply been teasing him, she broke the silence and said, "You can be sure Danny, Brenda will not do to you what I just did."

"But she lets me do other things," he replied.

"What things?" Jill asked, wanting to prod him onward she climbed back onto his bed and crawled closer to him.

"She lets me touch her breasts."

"Like this," Jill said, taking his hands and holding them on her breasts.

Danny immediately pulled his hands away and then paused, thinking about it. He then placed both his hands on her breasts again and gently squeezed, saying, "She lets me kiss and lick her nipples."

Jill unbuttoned her gown and exposed her breasts to him, arching her back to move them closer to his face. Trying to control her breathing, she gasped a bit when his mouth moved over her nipple and he began to suck on it. His other hand was still on her breast, but she took it and moved it down between her legs so that his fingers slid across her delicate lips.

Surprised she wasn't wearing any panties, Danny pushed his fingers into his sister, amazed at how wet she already was. He moved them in and out and then slid them up between her lips finding her clit. He began toying with it as he pulled his mouth from her breasts and said, "Yes, she lets me touch her pussy."

Feeling some discomfort from Danny's inept fumbling, she reached down and took his hand whispering, "Be more gentle, it is so very sensitive here that you just need to touch it lightly, especially at first. You can always get a little firmer later." As Danny lightened his touch she said, "Yes, that's it, light strokes."

He continued touching his sister's clit while sucking on her breast and Jill felt the wonderful sensations flowing through her. Wanting more now, she whispered to Danny, "Tell me Danny, does Brenda let you eat her pussy?"

Pulling his head back from her breast and he hand off her pussy he said, "No, but I always wanted..."

"Have you ever done that to any woman?" she asked.

"No, never."

"Would you like a quick lesson?" she asked, sitting down on the bed and leaning back. She then opened her legs and looked back up at him, "Would you?"

Licking his lips he answered, "Yes."

"Okay, first thing, I'm guessing you pretty much know where everything is at," she said, pausing until her nodded. "Well, you want to kind of work up to it. I mean we've kind of started, but now you don't necessarily want to dive right in. Draw it out a little, tease her a bit and let yourself enjoy it.

"Move your head between my legs, but don't go right for the pussy, kiss my thighs. They are very sensitive, especially near the top. As you're doing that, breathe in the fragrance, let yourself feel her, smell her and see her. You'll most likely hear her too.

"Now as you move to her pussy remember, we are very sensitive all over and nothing is more of a turn off than overly rough treatment. Sometimes rough is good, but right now you want to stick to gentle until you get more accustomed to a woman's pussy. We're all a bit different so giver yourself a chance to learn.

"What you do here is up to you, but keep in mind, though you may like the taste and feel of the cunt on your tongue, the clit is the magic button. Whatever you do you'll want to give it plenty of attention. Yeah, like that," she sighed as he moved his tongue up to her clit and began circling.

"Yes, stay on the clit... yeah, but push your fingers into my pussy. Yes that's good, but put three fingers, not just the one," she said, her instruction becoming a bit more self-serving.

Danny continued running his tongue over her clit while pushing his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He could see her respond by easing her hips up and down in unison with the motion of his fingers. Hearing her moan, he moved his tongue faster and let his fingers circle inside her.

When she came, he felt his fingers get very wet and then noticed the walls of her cunt lightly squeezing him again and again. She grabbed his head and pulled it back a bit until he removed his tongue from her clit. He then rested his head on her thigh, still feeling her pussy pulsated around his fingers.

In a few moments she said, "When I come, I get hypersensitive on my clit, that's why I pulled your head back. Not all women will be like that, you just have to learn what your lover prefers."

Danny sat up smiling and said, "You know, Brenda had come a couple of times from my finger fucking her, but it was nothing like that. I mean it was like I was a part of your coming."

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you. That's when the sex really gets good, when you can actually experience your partner's pleasure." She noticed him looking at her as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. "What are you thinking?" she asked.

"I don't know..."

"No, no come on, tell me."

"Well, will you teach me about ah... ugh, will you teach me about fucking?"

"You're still a virgin?"

"No, I've done it a couple of times... I've done it once, but it was a real disaster."

Looking at her brother she and said, "Oral is one thing, but..."

"It's okay, you've shown me so much already."

She pondered a bit and then said, "Okay, but you better lock the door."

"You didn't lock it?"

"No, I originally came in her to talk, not... well do what we did."

Danny hopped up and locked the door. He then turned to his sister, his cock hard and ready for more experience.



Reciprocity Ch. 02



Wednesday came, and the other two guys and I decided to give Carl the day off given that the airport he needed to get to was at least a two hour drive one way and Mary's flight was arriving at noon. The motivation behind the other two biologists in letting Carl go was not really that altruistic in that both had plans on getting home to their wives as early as possible for the long holiday weekend. 

I suspected that once Mary arrived I would be seeing very little of Carl, and got my mind set on spending a lot of time alone for the next four days. After work I skipped dinner because I always hated eating alone, and instead went straight to the tavern and played a few games of pool with some of the locals. I made it an early night, however, and arrived back at the house around eight o'clock that evening. Much to my surprise, Carl and Mary were waiting for me in the living room.

I can best describe Mary as a wannabe hippie-chick, the type of person who wished she had been 'of-age' during the Haight-Ashbury days; and who, when not attending school, was spending most of her adult life backpacking across Europe and now America, seeking others of similar persuasion.

She was slender, almost to the point of emaciation; and had long, black hair that she braided into a ponytail. She wore glasses; the rounded, thin-rimmed style similar to those sported by John Lennon, naturally. She was born and reared on London's west-side. I'm not sure why that fact was important to her, but she seemed to make it a point of honor in our conversations. However, although she was British by birth and probably had access to many fine English or European schools, she had decided to attend one of the eastern United States' all-woman colleges, either Smith or Bryn Mawr; I forget which one.

She was about a year away from a degree in clinical psychology, and along with her core psych courses had also taken a healthy smattering of women's studies. I thought it a lethal combination, pop psychology marinated with new-aged feminism. Heaven help the man unlucky enough to seek her counsel because I had only been talking with her for ten minutes, and already felt the need to slit my wrists.

Carl spent much of the time quietly sitting next to her and smiling. Only occasionally did he interject himself into the conversation, and that was only to affirm or underscore a point Mary had made. I found the two of them as unlikely a pair as one could meet, and had an unsuccessful time trying to find anything that either of them had in common.

I don't know why; maybe it was the haughty way she carried her British elitism or the condescending way she talked about people not of her class or station, or maybe it was the fact that she thought most Americans, particularly non-East Coast Americans, were crude and of low-class; but for whatever the reason I took an instant dislike to her.

However, Carl seemed happy, so I held back my tongue and prayed for an early evening.

Mary was currently prattling on and on about the superiority of European culture over American while I was desperately trying to find a polite way of excusing myself for the evening without sounding rude, when Mary abruptly changed the subject, "So John, Carl tells me you're gay."

An awkward silence fell over the room as I turned and glared at Carl. "He did, did he?" I said, dead-panned.

Carl suddenly became visibly nervous. As beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, he quickly tried to alleviate the awkward situation by correcting Mary, "No; I think I told you John is a switch-hitter."

"Switch-hitter," Mary said thoughtfully, "that's an American term for bisexual, is it not?"

"A coarse American term, yes," I said, nodding slowly.

Mary thought about this for a minute while I continued to glare at Carl, wondering exactly what variety of stupid he was, given that part of our last conversation was about keeping secrets. Mary sensed that tension had developed between Carl and me, and tried to defuse the situation, "Oh, it's okay, John, some of my best friends are gay."

My dislike for Mary was quickly devolving into something worse, but I held my ire and said emotionlessly, "They are, are they?"

"Why yes, and I find it quite cosmopolitan and chic of you...an American, that is, who is so forthright and honest with others," she said smiling, but then added with a look of concern, "although maybe not with yourself."

"With myself?" I asked.

Oh yes, my dislike was indeed metastasizing to new level. I was about to add a few more forthright observations about Mary when she quickly asked, "Oh John, hold that thought; but before we delve too deeply into your proclivities, could I bother you for some wine if you have any?"

I pointed toward the kitchen, "I think there's a bottle of red and white above the stove; help yourself."

Mary walked off toward the kitchen, remarking, "Above the stove? You should really keep your wine in a cooler area."

Once she was out of ear-shot, I turned my full attention to Carl and said while trying to keep my voice at a whisper, "What the fuck...!"

"Sorry; it just came out...," Carl started to explain, but I cut him off.

"What do you mean, 'it just came out'?"

I heard Mary say from the kitchen, "This looks like a nice wine, but the white should really be kept in the fridge."

I heard the refrigerator door open, and said with a tinge of sarcasm, "They were a gift from the company. They have a cork and everything," I turned back to Carl and said, "So let me get this straight. You haven't seen this person for over a month, and the first thing you start talking about is my personal behave..."

"Do you have a corkscrew?" I heard Mary ask again from the kitchen.

"Upper-left-hand drawer," I said again over my shoulder.

Carl started stammering, "It wasn't like that. Besides, she's totally cool with it."

"Did it also just come out about your own...how did she put it...about your own proclivities with me over the last few days, and is she cool with that, too?"

Carl started to answer, but Mary called out again, "Where? I don't see it."

"It's the Swiss Army knife on the right," I said with some exasperation, and then turned again to Carl, "Would you go and fucking help her. She's going to ask for a glass next, and will probably want to castrate us because we don't have the correct goblet for California red," Carl started to get up, and I added, "And bring back a freaking beer for me."

Before Carl left the room to help his fiancée, he pleaded, "Just don't say anything, okay? Please?"

After a few minutes the two of them returned to the living room. Mary had a large water glass filled with red wine. Carl handed me a beer before sitting on the couch next to Mary.

Mary took a generous sip from her glass before reinitiating the conversation, "So what were you saying, John?"

"What were you implying, Mary?" I asked with a slight smile.

"Nothing really, and please forgive me if I was being rude, but I just have a hard time understanding bisexuality."

"What's difficult about it?"

Mary thought for a moment before answering, "Please forgive my crassness, but do you get up some mornings and say to yourself, 'I would really like to suck a cock,' and on another morning say 'I think I'll try cunny today?' See what I'm saying?"

I ignored her snide insult, "I think human sexuality is more fluid than the two end-members conventional society have labeled heterosexuality and homosexuality; and no, I don't get up in the morning and decide either-or; I get up and say, 'why not both?'" 

"Touché," Mary said, "but isn't that being a wee bit disingenuous? I mean, I know that's what Kinsey thinks, that there is a continuum to our sexual natures, and so you must subscribe to his analysis?"

"Freud believed the same thing, but I subscribe to my own observations and experiences. I'm not sure what Kinsey believes, but if it is a continuum than I would agree with him."

Mary took another long pull on her wine. "You do know don't you that Kinsey was full of it? His methodology was bullocks..."

"And by implication," I interjected, "My views on the subject are also bullocks, as you put it."

Yes, this was shaping up to be a fine evening. I was trying to figure out what I found more irritating about her. Was it her self-assured arrogance at believing she understood subjects she had no practical experience with, and that included psychoanalysis; or was it the clinical way she looked at me, like I was one of her maze rats, or a new species of insect that has yet to be identified and named?

Mary laughed piously, "I didn't mean to offend..."

I had had enough, and interrupted her, "You really have to stop saying that." I paused a moment as she stared at me wide-eyed, "You can't keep saying 'Please forgive my rudeness,' or 'I didn't mean to offend,' and then proceed to go out of your way and do precisely that. If my nature or my views offends you and you need to tell me I'm an asshole, then so be it, I can deal with it. But stop with this overt, sanctimonious charade at civility, because it's starting to wear thin. I would much rather you were honest and upfront in your feelings about me than continuing to give me back-handed insults."

Mary was taken aback for a moment. It was obvious that people rarely spoke to her the way I had, and she was unsure of what she should say, "You're right and I'm sorry. It's a bad habit of mine."

I passed off her apology, and continued, "I gather you don't believe in a continuum of human sexuality."

She shook her head, "Not really. My Abnormal Psychology professor says that supposed bisexuals just lack the courage of their convictions, and that if they were true to themselves they would realize they were gay."

I smiled to myself; it was an old argument that I have heard before. "Does he?"

"She," Mary corrected, then added, "She's a lesbian and often goes into fits about the wishy-washy disposition of some people, particularly men, who refuse to accept their nature," She became introspective for a moment and said under her breath, "How does she describe them? Oh yes, she calls them men 'too brainless and ball-less to know what they are, or do anything about it'."

I laughed, and said with some amusement, "She does, does she? Maybe she's...."

Mary interrupted me again, "Is it okay if I have some more wine?"

As Mary went to the kitchen I looked over at Carl, who had slumped far down into the couch with his head in his hand and looked as if he were trying to hide from any verbal onslaught from either Mary or myself.

"Anything to add?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry, man. If I'd known she would act like this, I wouldn't have said anything to her."

I started to laugh, "You know I can end this debate with a few choice words..."

Carl lifted his head and said in earnestness, "Don't...please don't."

At least I was getting some amusement from watching Carl turn into a lump of jelly worrying about whether or not I would stick his recent sexual history in his fiancée's face.

Mary came back with another full glass of wine, "Do any of you strapping lads have any pot? I've been dying to smoke a joint."

"I do," Carl said, jumping up, eager to remove himself, at least temporarily, from harm's way.

I smiled at Mary as I watched her take another generous sip of her wine, "Mary, I'm wondering if your abnormal professor..."

"Abnormal Psychology professor," Mary quickly interjected.

"Whatever," I said, expressionless, "I'm wondering if she made any comment about prisoners or prison life?"

A quizzical look crossed her face. "What about it?"

"Well I was thinking there's a lot of men locked up together, women too, and there's naturally a lot of homo-eroticism going on. Boys doing it with boys, girls with girls, which would suggest to me that a lot of supposed heterosexuals are either sliding over to the wild side or the bulk of the prison population is really gay. Isn't that how your Abnormal Psych professor would have to interpret it, that the bisexuality displayed by the inmates is really a form of repressed, latent homosexuality?"

Carl had come back by this time and passed an already lit joint over to Mary.

Mary took a long drag before answering, "That's really an unfair and extreme example." "I don't think it's unfair, and it's only extreme by a matter of degrees."

Mary tried to pass the joint to me, but I declined. She blew out a heavy stream of smoke, and then tried to clarify her previous statement, "That may be, but I may have mischaracterized her statement."

"I don't think so. You were quite specific about her admonishments of bisexuals, saying they were wishy-washy and that they did not accept their natures. 'Brainless and ball-less' I think you said. I don't see how you could have mischaracterized that."

Mary was starting to get a little flustered, and took another large sip of wine instead of answering.

"But for the sake of argument," I continued with a smile, "let's accept your premise that the prison example is too extreme, whatever that means, and isn't a valid test of human behavior. What about pornography, particularly porn movies?"

Mary exploded into recalcitrant laughter, "Porn is a lot of misogynist crap. What insights into human behavior could you possibly glean from that rubbish?"

"It's crap for sure," I said, agreeing with her initial premise, "and it isn't the best of examples, but I wasn't implying anything can be determined from the movies themselves; it's just that they are filled with women who are performing all kinds of sex acts with both men and women. It appears to me also that the actresses are enjoying themselves. Doesn't that suggest something about human sexuality?"

"It's a bad example," Mary said as she took another hit, "I can think of a dozen reasons why those women do what they do."

"I can probably think of more than a dozen, but you're missing my point. Unless one of the reasons is because the misogynists who are making the movie have a gun to the women's heads and are forcing them to perform the sex acts with both men and women, and enjoy them I might add, based on your professor's logic, all female porn stars have to be repressed lesbians."

It was difficult for me to believe that an obviously intelligent person like Mary could believe in such absurdities. Absurdities that defied common sense, logic, and probably violated her own understanding and experiences with human nature; all because a college professor said the absurdities were true. I had to admit to myself that I was beginning to have fun tweaking her.

Mary started to get mad at my last example. "That's a typical male response, 'They do it, and therefore they must enjoy it.' The women don't necessary have to have a gun to their head to get them to perform; there are other forms of coercion besides brute force. A need for money, for instance, is a very powerful motivator and causes a great many people to do all sorts of odd things, things that they wouldn't normally do."

"I agree it was a bad example, but you are still left with rationalizing the behavior. Instead of saying these are women who derive emotional and sexual stimulation from both men and women and can easily move from one to the other, which is my position, you or your professor's argument must be that either they are lesbians forced, for whatever reason, to have sex with men, or they are heteros forced to have sex with other women. I think my position is..."

"Okay, okay," Mary exclaimed has she threw up her hands in a mock gesture to get me to stop, "I agree, my professor is full of shit."

She started to laugh, and it was the warm laugh of someone who was becoming comfortable with her surroundings, and Carl and I laughed with her. When she heard Carl laughing, she nudged him gently with her elbow, saying, "And you...I'm getting my bum kicked, and you're just sitting there watching. As my fiancé, you're supposed to be defending my honor. Whatever happened to chivalry?"

"I was having too good a time watching that bum," Carl said with a wink, and they both fell into each other and started to kiss passionately.

I figured that was my cue to exit the room and go to bed. I started to get up and leave when Mary said, "Oh, don't go, John. There are some things I still want to talk to you about."

"Things," I asked skeptically, "like what?"

"Your bisexuality, of course."

Oh Christ, the psychotherapist was back. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Babe, let's talk about this tomorrow," interjected Carl, who was obviously pushing for an early evening so he and his fiancée could screw as well as move any conversation away from the subject.

Mary shook her head, "No time like the present. Come and sit back down. Carl can roll another joint, and we can continue our discussion."

Dejected, Carl went off to his bedroom to roll another joint, at which point Mary asked, "How come you don't smoke pot? Is it fear of getting busted?"

I shook my head and smiled, "No. I used to smoke in high school. In fact, I was bit if a pot head back then, but after a while it was just making me feel paranoid, so I quit."

Surprised by my answer, Mary said, "Really? Pot always makes me randy."

I laughed, "Yeah, it did that too...and lazy. I was starting to fuck up in school, which gave me another good reason to quit."

By this time Carl had come back. Mary took the joint from him and then asked, "John, do you mind if I get personal?"

My antennae went up. Something had just changed. She was giving me that 'bug under the microscope' look again, but this time there was playfulness behind her eyes. Carl was either not listening or missed the sudden change in mood that just fell across the room.

"No, I don't mind," I finally said.

"Do you find Carl attractive?"

Carl started to violently cough and a look of panic suddenly crossed over his face. I smiled to myself. Had she guessed something happened between Carl and me and was fishing for answers, or was she just tweaking my nose and trying to get back at me for besting her in our earlier argument? I wasn't sure where this conversation was headed or how it was going to end, but I was definitely going to enjoy the ride.

"That's an odd question," I said innocuously, wanting her to tip her hand a bit more as to her intent.

"Not really. You're bisexual and have had experience with men, and obviously you're quite comfortable with it. So I'm wondering if you find my fiancé attractive."

I just nodded my head.

"And yet you haven't done anything about it. Why not?" She was just tweaking me, I thought, and then said aloud, "There're lots of reasons. One is he's engaged."

"Yes, and that's admirable of you, but that didn't happen until about two weeks ago. Why didn't you try anything before then?"

"Mary, where is this going?" Carl finally asked with growing agitation.

Mary ignored her fiancé and continued to stare at me waiting for an answer. When I didn't respond right away she continued, "I have to believe it's difficult to live in this dreary town. There can't be many opportunities for sexual release with either a man or woman. I can imagine both of you must be getting pretty randy by now."

Now I was getting the impression that she suspects something, and was fishing for answers.

Mary continued, "It must be killing you to be sequestered with someone you find attractive, and can't do anything about. You're working with him and living with him day and night for months now. Just the two of you toiling away, side by side in the hot sun, as it were. Eating and drinking together at night, watching the tellie. So close to a strapping young lad you like and who's probably as randy as you, and yet you don't do anything except...maybe...sneak peeks at him as he gets in and out of the shower, or better yet spying on him as he's wanking..."




Reciprocity Ch. 02



"Jesus Christ, Mary!"

Carl was about to have an apoplexy. Her guesses were so close that it was spooky. I wondered if on the drive back from the airport Carl had inadvertently let on more about our relations than he thought. Yet, I still was not sure that she really suspected anything. For one thing, her manner and tone of voice were not accusatory. Instead they had a more playful seductiveness about them.

I decided to call her bluff, "Well I never peaked in on him, showering or wanking, but I had quite a few masturbatory fantasies about Carl. Unfortunately all that ended once I found out he was getting married."

"Why would that matter whether he was getting married or not?" she asked, leaning forward. "It's just the principal of the thing."

"What if I gave you permission?"

I smiled. "Permission to fantasize? I don't think I need your permission to do that...Or, are you talking about permission to..."

Mary just smiled back.

So that was what it was all about. I wondered if this was her plan all along, going all the way back to her idiotic comments about bisexuals not having the courage of their convictions. Women will surprise us at almost every turn.

"That would depend on Carl as well, don't you think?"

"What depends on me?" asked Carl, who still had not caught up.

Mary whispered in his ear. I still didn't think she knew or even guessed that Carl and I had already done it or that Carl was even inclined toward having sex with me. I was hoping he would not let on and allow her to continue in the belief that this was all her idea. That would make this even more interesting. I saw a bulge start to develop in Carl's pants as he threw me a knowing look. I put my finger to my mouth for him to keep quiet.

Mary sat back, "I think it would be okay with him. Do you mind having an audience?"

I shook my head. My cock was starting to get hard just thinking about Mary watching Carl and I getting it on, "You like to watch?"

"I've never watched before. Let's just say I'm curious. I always wanted to see how a man would perform fellatio as opposed to a woman. I've been told that the familiarity with the equipment provides better insight and technique."

"There's a certain truth to that I guess, although I'm agnostic on the subject."

Mary looked surprised. "You don't think men who are so inclined are naturally better at giving a blow job than women?"

"All things being equal, maybe, but I think it depends more on the individual rather than the group."

"How so?"

"If a person enjoys performing the act they'll usually be better at it compared with someone who doesn't, man or woman."

She smiled, "And you're good at it?"

For a moment it looked like Carl was going to affirm Mary's question, but had second thoughts and stayed silent.

"It's been said of me," I said, and then added, "I've also been told I'm very good at eating pussy."

I could see Mary turning red. She started to say something, but held her tongue for some reason while a look of discomfort crossed her face. I was taken aback momentarily by her apparent reluctance toward my playful inference. Certainly she thought the events she was instigating might turn in that direction? Carl had the look of someone having an internal debate. He was probably trying to determine if he wanted another guy to go down on his fiancée. You hypocrite, Carl.

"You know, Mary, like I indicated before I don't mind an audience; in fact, I find the whole idea extremely hot. However, if I'm going to suck your fiancé's cock I would expect a certain degree of reciprocity."

"Oh," Mary said somewhat discouraged.

Carl misinterpreted her disappointment as ignorance, "John means if..."

"I know what he means, you silly git," Mary said somewhat agitated, and then clarified the provisions, "So if you suck Carl's cock, Carl would have to reciprocate?"

I chuckled at the irony, and said, "That's not a bad idea, but I was thinking, if I do suck his cock, you would have to help."

Their reactions were about what I expected. Mary was hesitant while Carl had already jumped off the couch and was unbuckling his belt.

"Wait a minute, you perv, I haven't agreed to this yet," Mary said to Carl with a laugh, and then turning toward me added in a more serious tone, "You are a cheeky bastard."

I smiled back at her, "It's been said of me. You know this may be a good way to determine who's better, men or women. Carl would represent a control."

"Carl has never shown any control," said Mary, laughing at her play on words. She hesitated as if in thought before asking, "And that's all you would expect of me?"

"We'll cross that bridge eventually."

Surprisingly, she took very little time to deliberate, and said to Carl, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Carl disrobed in a matter of seconds, and sat down on the edge of the couch. Mary left her jeans on, but had removed her top and bra, revealing two smallish but well-formed breasts. Her nipples were already hard. I mimicked her actions, only removing my shirt. Both of us slid over in front of Carl, whose cock was already at attention and a small drop of pre-ejaculate fluid had already formed at the top. This shouldn't take long, I thought, he was already about to shoot. Christ, a stiff breeze would probably send him over the edge.

Mary was slightly closer to him as we both sat on our heels. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Ladies first."

Mary side-stepped a bit and said, "Oh no you don't; age before beauty."

The excitement I felt was new and almost overwhelming as I cupped Carl's balls and base of his shaft. It felt as if this were the first time I had ever held a man's equipment. Mary remained at my side and intently watched me as I gently fondled her fiancé. She, of course, was the source of that excitement, and why this felt so new to me. Even though she sat quietly and passively by, I could hear her breathing quicken as I drew Carl into my mouth.

I started slowly as I had first done with him days ago, achieving a steady rhythm where I would only pull him in to about half his length, and then withdraw him again. I felt Mary's hand on the small of my back, and she patted and caressed me. The touch of her hand was electrifying, and spurred me to insert Carl's cock even further into my mouth.

Once I felt there was a generous supply of my saliva slathered around Carl's member, I backed off him completely. Mary knew instinctively that it was her turn to service him, and deftly replaced my mouth with her own. It was my turn to watch as Mary slid Carl deeper inside her, and the whole time she did this her eyes never left mine. It was as if she were seeking some kind of counsel or approval on my face regarding the quality of her efforts. 

In and out she slid his cock. Faster than I had done, and the actions of her mouth were augmented by the actions of her hands as she slid them along Carl's shaft in syncopation with her mouth. Her cheeks were sunken and her lips pursed as she sucked hard on him, causing small beads of saliva to escape out the corners of her mouth.

I began to massage her breasts as she had done with my back, the sensation of which caused her to break the seal she had formed around his cock with her lips. This time a large pool of her saliva flowed out and onto the carpet as she gasped for a large draft of air. I took the opening she had provided and again started sucking on Carl's cock, slower than Mary had done but with more suction.

Mary giggled, "That was cheeky. I guess a girl has to be on her toes when a hard cock's around."

"Only some of the time," I said, and kissed her lightly on the mouth.

Mary saw the opening, giggled again, and dived back onto Carl. She sucked on him a bit before passing him back to me, and I, in turned, passed him back to her. Back and forth we played with Carl's cock. Only briefly did we attend to him before giving him over to the other. Carl was probably moaning the whole time, but I cannot be sure. Neither Mary nor I paid much attention to him beyond servicing his member. 

Carl had become just an object, a toy that Mary and I would play with and pass between us. The only thing I do remember of him was his slow slide backward onto the couch so that his lower torso was completely hanging off the edge.

With Carl in his reclined position, I saw an opportunity to introduce Mary to another technique commonly used by gay and bisexual men; and wetting my finger I slid it deep into Carl's anus, and gently massaged his prostate.

Mary noticed this, and giggled, "Do you have your finger up his bum? Doesn't it hurt?"

Carl managed to utter a low grunt that vaguely sounded like 'no.' I was a bit more clear in answering her question, "Only if you press too hard for too long a time."

Carl was really starting to moan loudly and uncontrollably at this time. His mouth hung open slightly as he held his eyes closed as if concentrating on the bliss Mary and I were providing.

Mary was apparently fascinated by this new technique, and requested, "Let me try."

I moved out of the way and watched as she drew Carl fully into her mouth and inserted her middle finger.

Since Mary was now completely engrossed in servicing Carl, I decided to spend some time getting more acquainted with her. Reaching around from behind her, I was able to undo her jeans; and with some effort, given her bent position, I slid my hand down her pants and beneath her panties. Willingly, she lifted herself a bit to allow me easier access. Her groin became warm and very moist when I slid my hand over her vulva.

Mary had Carl nearly to the point of climax, but when I touched her clitoris she momentarily broke her rhythm, causing Carl to moan his disapproval. I kept playing this little game of teasing Carl through his fiancée. Every time Mary had him on the verge of climax I would press on her clitoris or slip a finger or two into her pussy, at which point she would again break her rhythm. It was driving him insane.

"Goddamn it, Mary," Carl said in a tone having equal parts amusement and frustration, "what the fuck are you trying to do to me? My nuts are about to explode."

Mary giggled, "Sorry, but John keeps distracting me."

Once I heard Carl's metaphorical cry of 'uncle' I backed away to allow Mary to continue undistracted. It was no more than a minute or two before I saw Carl start to violently spasm. It looked as if Mary took his whole load, although I did hear a few large splats as some of Carl's semen fell on the carpet beneath her. Completing a job well done, Mary finally released him, and Carl slumped back even further into the couch, a look of exhausted bliss plastered across his face.

Mary crawled over to me wearing a huge grin. She kissed me, a long slow rendition that made me hard again, and then she said, "That wasn't quite fair, was it? I thought I was supposed to watch you do the work."

She laid back into me for support as I wrapped one arm around her breasts, and put my other hand between her legs. Even through her thick jeans I could feel the moist warmth permeate the entire area of her groin, "I'm sorry. I'll have to make it up to you later."

"Bloody right you will," she whispered.

All three of us temporarily resigned ourselves to quiet contemplation. Mary leaning back into my arms, Carl still motionless upon the couch with only the periodic movement of his chest indicating that he was still among the living. After some time it was Mary who broke the silence, "Oh, we haven't found out who is better. Carl, what's your verdict?"

Carl just limply waved his hand as a weak gesture that he could not decide.

"Well, it really wasn't a fair experiment anyway," said Mary, who had now wrapped her arms back around my neck, allowing me easier access to fondle her breasts.

"I'll concede victory to the women, at least for now," I said, kissing her on the neck, "But next time, I'll be the control subject."

"I wonder if we can get my love to venture onto..."the wild side" as you call it. He certainly liked having a finger up the bum. I wonder if he'd like something larger."

I don't think Mary was serious and was just teasing Carl about what she thought was a newly found technique. She pondered this for a moment, and then asked, "Do all men like it that way?"

"Not all," I said, "It's not something most heteros are comfortable with for obvious reasons, although I suspect most would find it pleasurable if they gave it a chance. It really produces a more intense orgasm."

Mary thought about this for a minute, and then asked, "How did you know Carl would enjoy it, if...as you say, most heteros aren't comfortable with it?"

Oops, I thought. Carl showed no reaction to her question, so I assumed he had not been paying attention. I had to think fast and say something, anything. The longer I remained silent, the more suspicious the circumstances would become, "I didn't, but it's what I usually do when...when I'm going down on a guy. I guess I got caught up in the heat of the moment and wasn't thinking. It was just my good luck that he enjoyed it."

The explanation seemed to satisfy her curiosity, because she fell silent again. I don't know why I was so worried about keeping up this charade. What would it matter now if she found out Carl and I had done it together? The bisexual cat was already partway out of its bag, and it had been brought out by Mary herself. What would it matter if we pulled the kitten all the way out? It would seem unreasonable to think she would have a problem with it now. 

Carl, however, wanted to keep it a secret, and so I resigned myself to respecting his wish and continuing to jump through these hoops until he was comfortable with her knowing. Also, the infidelity thing was in the back of my mind. I thought Carl wrong before and that he didn't understand Mary as well as he thought. I didn't think she would have a problem knowing Carl may be bisexual; but if she found out Carl and I were having relations behind her back, all hell may break loose. Hopefully I could avoid stepping on other potential land mines before the end of the evening.

I thought we had sat around long enough. Mary was spending way too much time thinking, and the more she thought the more potential bombs she called questions would be put forward to blow up in my lap.

"Carl, you alive?"

"Yeah, man, a little weak-kneed, but breathing."

"Think you can get it up again?"

"What are you thinking?" asked Mary in a seductive tone.

"I'm thinking of a Mary sandwich."

Carl started to laugh. "What's so funny?" Mary said, her curiosity peaked, "What's a Mary sandwich?"

I looked at her incredulously.

Seeing my look, Mary responded sardonically, "Well I know I'm the 'Mary' part, but what's the 'sandwich'?"

Carl, still giggling, answered, "Picture you sandwiched between John and me."

"What?" Mary exclaimed, "One of you in my cunny and the other up my bum?!"

"Sounds better every time I hear it," Carl said.

Carl and I look at each other for a moment, and immediately bolted out of our sitting positions.

"Dibs of the pussy," said Carl.

"I'll get the baby oil," was my reply as I started toward my bedroom.

"Wait a bloody minute!" Mary yelled, stopping Carl and me in or tracks, "I didn't agree to that."

Carl, always the diplomat, bent down to lift her up, "That's what you said about helping John give me a hummer, but here we are."

Mary pulled away, "Here we are my arse, you ass. That was different."

Carl continued to tug at her arm, and started to plead, "Come on, babe, it'll be fun."

"Bugger off! If you think it'll be so much fun, you take him up the bum."

I saw it before Carl did: another bouncing-Mary-mine that was about to blow up in our faces when he says something stupid like, 'I already did, it was great, and now it's your turn.'

Carl opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly jumped in to try and defuse the situation, "Don't worry about it, Mary, we can do something else if you like, or we can just call it a night."

Mary started to calm down. She thought for a while, and then said with a light-hearted chuckle intended to take the sting out of her ire at Carl and me, "I mean it sounds kind of fun in a Marquis de Sade sort of way, but I really don't think I can take either of you up there." She then added with more earnestness, "I'm serious. I don't want to sound priggish, but I really don't think I can take either of you there."

Carl looked dejected, but at least his testicles were still in their proper place and not decorating the walls. For myself, I was encouraged because she seemingly rejected the idea of calling it a night and it was obvious she wanted to continue with the threesome. My only concern was what activity she might still be open too.

I smiled at her and said with a bad English accent, "That's alright, love, how 'bout a double in the cunny then, eh?"

Strange as I found it, the idea of vaginal double penetration appealed to her. An impish smile slowly crossed her face. "You know that's a horrid accent and you are still a cheeky bastard."

"What's going on?" asked Carl with some agitation and still about two steps behind the curve.

Mary grabbed his hand, and started to lead him to his bedroom, "Nothing, my love, just a little double in the cunny between good friends, I guess."

Carl was still confused. "Yeah, but what does it mean?"

"Oh for Christ's sake, you silly git, think about it," answered Mary as they withdrew to the bedroom.

I went and got the bottle of baby oil just in case it was needed. When I entered Carl's room I saw that Mary had unbraided her ponytail and was again sucking on Carl's cock, who at that time was sitting on his heels on the bed. I slid in to the front of him so that Mary could easily service us at the same time.

Mary made a joke about her new predicament, "What, I have to do double duty now?"

The question was playfully rhetorical as she quickly pounced down on both of us, and it soon became evident that I did not need to bring the baby oil, as Mary had Carl and me well lubricated with her own saliva. She was very good. Back and forth between us she would shift her attention, gently sucking me for a few seconds while playing with my testicles, then over to Carl for similar treatment, and then back to me. Sucking on each of us just long enough to where we stayed at rock-hard attention. 

It was obvious she was enjoying this oral tête-à-tête as much as Carl and I were, for she incorporated a playful conversation with our erect members as she passed between us, saying things like, 'Oh, you've found a new friend, have you, love?' as she touched Carl and me together, or saying 'What a good boy you are to stand so big and tall; let me kiss your helmet,' as she sucked and licked the head of my cock. It doesn't sound like much, but given the situation and her prim British accent, so full of passion and exuberance, it was all I could do to keep from coming.

"Well, I think my two strapping lads are ready," she said as she slid her body between us.

She deftly slid my cock into her pussy while positioning herself in Carl's direction, "Okay, love, you're next," she said breathlessly to Carl.

Carl hesitated at first; and scanning the situation, was having a hard time wrapping his head around the apparent inconsistency of Mary's desires, "I still don't see how this is going to be less painful than John's sandwich idea."

Mary, her voice barely concealing both her rising levels of eroticism and frustration in Carl, said, "Oh do shut up, Carl, and just stick it in already...wait, not so fast...that's right, slower...slower."

I could feel Carl's cock push mine snugly against Mary's vaginal wall as he slowly inserted himself. Mary let out an abrupt yelp, which Carl misinterpreted as a sign of pain, and started to pull back out of her. Feeling his withdraw, Mary forcefully grabbed him at the hips, stared wildly into his eyes, and grunted breathlessly, "Don't you dare pull out now."




Reciprocity Ch. 02



Mary took control immediately and began moving herself up and down, slowly at first but with ever increasing frequency and force while Carl and I remained relatively motionless. Mary's verbal displays were matching those of her body, and her moans increased in pitch and volume with every increase in her downward thrusting. Moans soon turned toward verbal commands, wants, and desires.

"I want it up my fucking bum," she grunted as she kissed Carl hard, "I want you to fuck me cunny and bum," she said again, kissing me this time, "I want both of you up me bum next time. Oh, fuck me hard...harder," she pleaded while kissing Carl again.

Carl began pumping in rhythm to Mary's gyrations, and Mary no longer had any control over her inhibitions. Fed by her ever increasing sensations of eroticism, her mind began conjuring up every possible sexual scenario and deed, to which she showed no reluctance in expressing, or no potential reservations in performing. 

"Fuck my mouth, both of you fuck me in the mouth...Fuck me ass...Oh, keep fucking my cunny," she begged over and over as if we would deny her any request.

Wrapping her arms around our necks, she pulled Carl and I closer to her face so that she could kiss us simultaneously, and she continued with a new set of demands, each punctuated by a loud, panting intake of air, "Fuck Carl...I want you to fuck Carl...I want to watch as you and Carl fuck each other."

It was all getting too much for me. I was already in a heightened state of arousal before the double penetration, but with Carl and Mary's syncopated gyrations coupled with Mary's erotic commands, I could feel my own impeding climax build to the point of no return. With that, I held her tight against me so that she was virtually immobile, and I began plunging into her hard and fast.

Carl sensed what I was doing and also fucked her with increased vigor, while punctuating each of his trusts with verbal taunts of his own, "So you want to watch me get fucked, do you? First you're going to take it in the mouth until you beg me to fuck you in the ass. How would that be?"

Mary only offered a loud moan in reply.

"Say it," Carl demanded with a laugh, "say how you want me to fuck you in your ass."

Again Mary only offered a moan in response, and then latched tightly onto his mouth and drove her tongue into him.

I had no more control left so I started to come; and as I felt the strength slowly ebb out of my limbs with each spasm, I reached down and touched Mary's clitoris. The effect was as if I had flipped the switch of a spring-loaded toy. Mary's body noticeably stiffened, she uttered a loud rejoinder to my actions, "Oh...my...," but she never finished her sentence as I immediately sensed a warm fluid inundate my groin, and felt her lower torso twitching uncontrollably.

I was momentarily spent, and fell off onto my side. My knees and thighs were aching from the long, awkward position I had held them, and I started to rub them vigorously in order to get the blood flowing again.

Mary and Carl were still in a frenzied state of arousal. I didn't think Carl came this time; not that it would have mattered as Mary violently pushed him onto his back, straddled his head, and then pounced down on his still swollen member with her mouth. She was sucking on him hard and furiously, pulling him all the way in so that her chin repeatedly slapped against his belly. It was extremely erotic, as well as a little frightening, to see how Mary was devouring Carl's cock.

She made no more pretenses at ladylike decorum or pious dalliances toward love and affection. She held Carl by the knees for leverage, and would literally throw her head down onto him like a predator attacking her prey. I watched in amazement as she, time and again, engulfed his member fully in her mouth and then release him, and at each release she would command Carl to eat her pussy, and each time forcing her groin harder into his face. 

Whenever Carl complied to her satisfaction, she would fully engulf his cock, and held it in for long stretches while she swirled her tongue around or shifted her whole head around to make his cock press firmly against her sunken cheeks. A large pool of her saliva was gathering at the base of Carl's cock and on his stomach. She wet her fingers with it, and then pulling Carl's knees up and closer to her head, she plunged one and then two fingers into his exposed anus. Slowly she worked her fingers in and out of him while she continued to suck on his cock.

It was not long before I was hard again and was thinking about getting reacquainted with Mary, given that the position of her ass made for such an inviting target. However, she had other designs; for as I started to move in and mount her from behind, she giggled and said, "Where are you going, you naughty little boy? I told you I wanted to watch you two fuck."

I shifted my position so that I was kneeling over and looking down at her. A mischievous smile was on her face as she continued to play with Carl's erection.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked with a playful laugh. "I thought you liked being watched?"

I decided to play along with her impish taunts, "It's not that, but didn't I hear you plead earlier that you wanted it up your fucking bum, or something like that? Of course it was difficult to clearly make out what you said over all that incessant moaning of yours."

She just smiled again and said, "Later. This first."

"You really want me to fuck your boyfriend, don't you?"

"Fiancé," she corrected with another mischievous grin.

"Then I had better have some lubricant first. I don't want to hurt your poor fiancé."

As if on command, Mary opened her mouth, and passively waited for me to enter. I toyed with her some more by placing my cock close to her mouth but not putting it in or quickly pulling away when she tried to lunge forward. I taunted her in this manner until she started to give a frustrated laugh, and then I plunged my cock into her waiting mouth. 

She accepted it greedily, uttering what sounded like a contented sigh before she performed fellatio on me with the same enthusiasm she had been doing to Carl. I continued to taunt her; but instead of denying her my cock, I took great pains in keeping it inside her. I put my hands firmly on her head and pushed my cock in as far as it would go, and held it there. Occasionally I would pull back so that she could grab some air, but mostly I would hold her head and shift my cock around in her mouth, saying sarcastically, "I'm really going to need a lot of lubricant."

She would mumble some type of half-hearted protestation at my treatment of her, but her eyes told a different story as they looked up at me. But I played along with her little charade of being too refined to endure such treatment, and said, "Think of this as part of my price for banging your fiancé. It's just reciprocity."

My words seemed to excite her more. She moaned something inaudible, and then reached around and forced Carl's face even tighter into her vulva with her hand. There we were; and it might have made an amusing sight for any observer, with me holding Mary's head firmly, my cock almost fully drawn into her mouth, her clamped down on Carl's head forcing him into her, Carl with his arms wrapped around her upper thighs, and all of us grinding ourselves this way and that against and into each other.

Mary was the first to come, or at least I think she did. I noticed it as an abrupt hesitation as her body went momentarily stiff; and then I saw a subtle, but continuous trembling in her legs that caused her to sit back farther onto Carl's face. When the trembling ended there was still a ravenous gleam in her eye as she spoke hoarsely at me, "Now put it in him."

Mary grabbed my cock, and guided me into Carl's waiting orifice. The insertion was easier this time, and I had felt little resistance when I gradually pushed into Carl. Mary was captivated, and watched the whole process with eager attention. Carl let out a subtle moan, one that suggested pleasure accompanied by a little bit of pain. Soon I was able to slowly work my cock in and out of his ass with little resistance. His moaning came louder and more frequent as I saw his fingertips dig firmly into Mary's buttocks.

Mary went back to her playful taunts as she continued to watch intently, "Does it feel good having your ass fucked?"

Carl only mumbled a reply.

"And such a lovely fat cock too, stuffed up your bum," she continued with a giggle, "Fuck his ass harder. Fuck him as hard as you fucked me."

I complied with delight, and slammed into Carl's ass with ever-increasing force. Mary giggled again, and then spanked my ass to try to get me to fuck him faster.

The increased force of my penetration had deflated Carl's erection somewhat, and I reached down to stroke it back to full erection; and while still holding it up I said to Mary, "You're neglecting your fiancé."

She dove back down onto him, and took back full control of his shaft. Up and down, mouth-over-hand she rapidly pumped on his swelled member. Her lips fully pursed and making a perfect seal around his cock. Her cheeks well sunken in and indicative of the force of suction she was exerting. Carl could only grip Mary's cheeks harder, pull his face further into her groin, and moan uncontrollably.

My climax was approaching fast, and too soon. To stave off the inevitable, I pushed into Carl as far as I could, then held myself still while Mary continued her oral assault on his cock. Every now and again I would shift myself around so that my cock could firmly press against Carl's prostate. The effect, although subtle, worked. Carl started a crescendo of moans that signaled he was also nearing climax. 

For whatever reason, maybe by accident because she needed to give her mouth a rest, or maybe by design as a last sluttish act of pure erotic flamboyance, Mary released Carl from her mouth but continued to stroke him rapidly with her hand. The result was a long, heavy string of semen that caught her across her open mouth and nose, and then another with almost equal accuracy. She allowed one more spasm to fall thickly across her chin and drape down onto Carl's stomach before putting him back into her mouth, and there she held him until he went soft.

I feverishly resumed my own thrusting. Mary, sensing my approaching climax, took a hold of my swinging balls and gently pulled on them.

She smiled up at me, and purred, "I think it's your turn, John. Your little milkmaid needs her cream."

That was all I could stand. I slammed one final time into Carl's ass and came inside him. Breathless, we all collapsed onto the bed.

As our breathing began to subside, I smiled to myself with the thought that this was shaping up to be a very fun weekend, and I am sure things would have continued to exceed my wildest expectations except for Carl's off-hand remark, "That was even better than the first time."

The statement was so innocuous and came so close on the heels of our latest group exploits that I did not even notice the verbal land mine he had just tripped on, but Mary picked up on it immediately.

"What did you just say?" was her initial response as she got up on one elbow.

Carl still hadn't realized the mistake he just made, and repeated himself before I could stop him. It was too late for me to do anything now except sit back and watch the train wreck unfold.

"That's what I thought you said," said Mary as she sat upright, "What a complete imbecile I've been this whole evening."

"What are you talking about?" asked Carl, who was finally waking up.

Mary ignored him and said almost to herself as she stood up, "And it makes perfect sense, too. All the sly looks you two were giving each other. The easy complacency you fell into and allowing another guy to suck your cock. And not just suck your cock, allowed another guy to stick it up your bum, all with no complaints or hesitation. It was all too easy." She paused in thought, and then looked at me. "And you, saying 'It's what I usually do when I'm going down on a guy.' You knew he would like a finger up his bum because you two have already been buggering each other."

Now that she had guessed the truth, Carl tried to make light the deception, and in so doing actually made matters worse, "Okay, Okay...Yes, we've been...been involved..."

Mary stared incredulously at Carl, "Involved? That's a cheeky way of putting it. How long were you going to let me go on acting like an asshole before you said something?"

Carl started stammering like an idiot with Tourette's syndrome. 

"You two must have had a grand old time laughing out your bums, watching me make a fool of myself. Letting me think this was even remotely my idea."

"It wasn't like that at all...," Carl tried to say.

"Oh, get stuffed, it wasn't. You probably had it planned all along..."

Carl cut her off, getting defensive, "Hey, don't try and turn this around on me. You have an equal part in this, with your, 'Let's stay up and talk,' crud. I was ready to call it a night before you got the ball rolling..."

"Me!?" Mary exclaimed, and then continued in a mocking tone meant to sound like Carl, "What was that crap in the car about John being gay, hint hint, he's really a cool guy, wink wink, I think you'll really like him babe, nudge nudge, if that wasn't trying to get some ball rolling?"

Carl looked at her as if she were insane, "How in the hell does that get the ball..."

"Don't change the subject. You always do that whenever I make a valid point. You try to change the subject."

I had sat up by now as the argument went back and forth between them. It had only been a few minutes, and it looked like it was going to continue for some time. As it was, I was trying to figure out a way I could exorcise myself from the room without getting pummeled by Mary, and started to slowly inching myself off the bed. I should have remained still because she caught sight of me trying to leave, and thus turned her full-throated ire in my direction, "...And I blame you the most!"

I should have stayed out of it. I should have just sat there and quietly taken the punishment for whatever grievous offense she had conjured up in her mind that I had committed against her. But Carl wasn't the only dumb fuck in the room so I went all in, "What the fuck did I do?"

"You and your reciprocity...," Mary started to say.

"Yeah," Carl chimed in on his own, surprising me with his attempt to shift some of the blame away from him.

I looked at both of them and started to laugh sarcastically, "Oh don't give me that bullshit, either of you. It's not like I had a gun to your heads." And then turning to Mary, I said, "Christ, you're such a hypocrite. If you weren't unjustifiably pissed right now, about the only thing that would keep Carl from sucking my cock would be you, but only because your fat head would be in the way because you were sucking me off first. You're just pissed off now because we didn't tell you."

"That's right; I'm pissed about that..."

"Okay, so don't try and play Little Miss Innocent after the fact, and the fact is you wanted this to happen regardless of whether you knew anything or not. I bet that whole bullshit argument you made earlier about bisexuals lacking the courage for their convictions was just some twisted way of goading me into this threesome..."

"Oh, bollocks," she said in a way that meant that avenue of discussion was closed, "At least you could have told me about you two at some point tonight before I made a total ass of myself."

She paused to think again. I was about to reassure her that our intention was not to make her out to be a fool, when she turned to Carl with renewed anger, "Wait a minute. Just how bloody long have you two wankers been buggering each other?"

There was no way I was going near that question, and I was hoping Carl had the good sense to keep clear as well. I was wrong.

"What difference does that make?" asked Carl naively.

"I bet the moment you came out here and out of my sight, you two were on each other."

I kept saying to myself, Carl just agree. Agree to anything she says now. Just tell her, 'That's right, dear. It was a momentary lapse of reason. I was always thinking about trying it with a guy. I was horny, and John was willing and available; but when I got it out of my system I knew I wanted to marry you...' It would have worked better than the truth at the moment.

Carl's answer was meant to show her that he didn't just fall into bed with anyone or at anytime, but it had the opposite effect, "It just happened a week ago. There was nothing going on between us before then."

Mary shook her head, "Let me get this straight. You asked me to marry you. I said 'yes'. And then you went off and buggered the first person who would have you?"

Carl got indignant, "No, it didn't happen that way at all!"

"It sure sounds like it. Did you start sucking his cock right after you proposed, or did you at least wait a day?"

"You mean sucked his cock like you did not more than five minutes ago?"

"Don't change the subject...," said Mary, realizing she had fallen into a verbal blunder of her own.

"I'm not changing the subject; I'm right on subject. What's the difference between now and five minutes ago or the difference between now and a week ago? Huh? Tell me!"

Mary looked like she was going to explode. Her head shook from side to side as if she were contemplating what she should say next; but having failed to come up with a cogent argument, she pulled out the final female gambit that usually ends all discussions, "If you can't see the bloody difference, then maybe we should rethink our relationship."

With that, Mary ripped the bed covers out from under us, took Carl's pillow, and said as she slammed the door on us, "I'm sleeping on the couch."

The silence seemed to stretch out for an eternity, but finally I said, "Well, I guess we can forget about any more fun and games for the rest of the weekend."

"What the fuck just happened?" asked Carl.

I reclined back on the bed, wondering if I could sneak passed her and into my room without being waylaid, and then said, "I told you, they'll have a surprise waiting for you around every corner."

Carl sat and went over the events of the evening in his head. "I don't get it. I let my fiancée bone my friend. I let my friend fuck me in the ass, partly because she wanted to watch. I liked it; she loved it...Christ, we all fucking liked it, but somehow I'm the bad guy. Doesn't that sound a bit hypocritical?"

"Yeah, a little," I answered, "but look at it from her end. What if the roles were reversed, and you found out she did it behind your back. Wouldn't you be pissed?"

Carl thought for a moment, and said with irritation, "Oh, fuck me. What the fuck happens now?"

"At least she didn't demand to be taken to the airport immediately, that's a good sign," I said offhandedly.

Carl looked at me, and asked in earnest, "What would you do?"

"Apologize. If she means anything to you, apologize, and right now before she stews on this for too long. You're going to get the shit kicked out of you before this weekend's over, so you might as well get it over with now. If you do that, you might get back into her good graces before she leaves on Sunday."

"You really think that will work?" he asked in a tone of disbelief.

"Well if her desire to keep the relationship going outweighs any thoughts of vengeance, you'll make out okay; but I'd only give three-to-one odds against that you get through this evening with your nuts intact."

Carl let out a sigh of dejection, and said weakly, "Oh, fuck me."



Reciprocity Ch. 03



Jill looked at her brother thinking to herself, "Even for my brother that is a nice cock." She sat up on the bed, and patted beside her, waiting for Danny to sit down. When he did she said, "Now, remember we've already done a lot, so I am pretty much ready for more, but when you are first with a woman, you got to take your time, get her aroused enough to get wet, otherwise it won't go well when you try to get your cock in."

"Yeah, that first time I tried it, we kissed some, I put my hands in her pants and finger fucked her for a while and then we did it."

"It's going to take different women different time to get ready. That first time, was it a bit tough to get inside her?" she asked.

"Well yeah it was, I took it slow but I still think it hurt her."

"You've got to take your time, it may be best to keep up with the foreplay until she makes a move to get you inside her. Just keep caressing her breasts and her clit and pussy and hopefully she'll get ready for you.

"Here, why don't you give it a try," Jill said, scooting closer to him and arching her back to present her breasts to him. As he moved his hands and mouth to her large breasts, she encouraged him, "Yes, that's nice. You can bite the nipples but only very gently. If she wants it a little rougher, let her be your guide."

Danny had one breast in his hand and he gently squeezed it while sucking her nipple between his lips and letting his tongue circle over it. He felt the nipple harden even more than it had been for him. After a while he let his hand move down from her breast, down between her legs where he dipped his finger into her pussy getting it wet and then sliding up between her lips to find her clit.

"Yes, gently work the clit and as you do, occasionally go back to her pussy to wet your finger again. You can also see how wet she is getting when you do."

He moved his finger down and slipped it back into his sister's pussy, pushing it deeper this time, noticing how much wetter Jill felt this time. He returned to her clit and continued gently running his finger over it, noticing Jill beginning to move her hips, pushing closer to him.

"Oh that is feeling good," Jill moaned moving her hips faster now. "Put your fingers in me again and feel how wet I am getting."

Danny quickly complied, pushing three fingers up inside her, finding her incredibly wet. He moved them around in her, exploring her a bit, enjoying the soft, warm feel of his sister's pussy. In a few moments he pulled his fingers out and was moving them back to her clit when Jill leaned back onto his bed and said, "Yes, Danny, now, fuck me now Danny."

Moving up onto his knees, he crawled up to her and watched as she quickly grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. He was surprised at how easily he slid into her wet opening and he leaned forward, pushing in to the hilt. He said, "Oh God you're wet."

"Yes, it's ready for you, do you feel the difference?"

"It went in so much easier," he answered, breathing hard.

"Okay, take advantage of that, just pull out and thrust it back in," she said urgently, "Yes, like that, only faster, faster now."

Danny withdrew a bit and then plunged his cock into her as she raised up and grinded herself against him. He pulled out and thrust again, feeling his cock easily slide in and out of her wet pussy. Feeling his balls bouncing off her ass, he continued, as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her.

Moaning loudly, Jill came, her pussy pulsating over her brother's cock as he continued fucking her, thrusting himself deep inside her and then quickly withdrawing. She could tell by his breathing he was about to come, so she reached up and toyed with his nipples as she stared into his face. She watched an expression of pure pleasure appear on his face and then he closed his eyes, arched his back and shoved himself to the hilt, this time not withdrawing from her. Feeling his cock twitch inside her, she could feel the warm ooze of his cum as it spurted from him.

He remained on top of her for a few minutes and then pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her. Looking at his sister's face, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue sliding between her lips. After kissing her, he moved his mouth over to her ear and whispered, "That was incredible."

Smiling, she backed her head away and held his face in her hands and said, "Now do you understand what I've been telling you about Brenda? That is what it can be like." She then stood up, buttoned up the top of her nightgown and rushed into his bathroom to clean up the cum that had begun running down her leg. Stepping out of the bathroom she said, "It's late, I don't think we need any more lessons for now."

"Why don't you sleep with me," her brother said.

"No, we're lucky Mom or Dad didn't wake up. That'd be the last thing we need them finding us asleep in bed together," she said, unlocking the door.

"I guess you're right," he said, waving as she slipped out of the door and headed back to her room. Danny was left alone and naked, hoping to get some more instruction on another day.