4 comments/ 47012 views/ 7 favorites Shooting Hoops By: timmywells Almost 20, I had finally come to grips with what I was. Gay. That was not as accepted a few decades ago as it is now, nor was it as open, but I had surely no problem in finding partners back in the early 1970's. All I had to do was stand still for a minute. * Chapter One: Innocence Lost What was so appealing about me back then? I was not overly handsome, but my fashionable-at-the-time long brown hair looked good on me. I had a trim and fit body, and after I stopped lifting weights, my 5'10" 175 pound frame was not imposing at all. The thing that I did have going for me back then was my boyish, innocent look. I looked to be barely in my teens despite being old enough to vote and drink in my state, and it didn't take long for me to figure out that this was what made me attractive to many older men. This look was accentuated by my stunted growth in all areas sexual. My body hair was virtually non-existent, and my genitals looked practically untouched by puberty either. While this lack of development was the source of a world of humiliation throughout my teenage years, I had come to grips with the fact that this was the way it was going to be. I determined that it was a senseless waste of time to pout about having a tiny dick; not when there were others with real handicaps and obstacles they had to deal with. In the grand scope of things, a skinny 4" penis wasn't the end of the world. Besides, it worked as well or better than most men's. After I had determined that there were a lot of guys who found me quite desirable, and their interest - or lust in many cases - became a turn-on for me as well. I began to play up my shy and innocent side, which wasn't all that tough to do. Basically, I really was shy, even if my innocence was a thing of the past. Chapter Two: Pickup game. I was at a basketball court which was part of a playground near where I lived, just shooting hoops to pass the time on a warm spring day, when I saw a middle-aged man approach me. He was wearing a gray tank top and matching shorts, and when I acknowledged his presence he introduced himself and asked if he could join me. "Sure," I said, shaking the hand that was offered. "My name's Tim." "Nice to meet you Timmy," Adam said, and we began taking turns shooting. That evolved into a one-on-one game, which started out friendly, but became more competitive as it went on. We were leaning and grinding into each other as we drove to the hoop and bumped as we fought for rebounds. A good clean game with a lot of contact, and as we neared the 21 needed for one of us to win, I had finally determined something I had suspected. Adam was gay. Nothing he did or said, but more of a general feeling that I had. Picking up on that was a trait that I had somehow acquired as of late, and I was rarely wrong. Maybe it was something about the way he looked at me and the way he leaned his body into me as he backed in to the hoop. Perhaps it was the way he didn't shy away from our profusely-sweating bodies making contact, but more or less trying to initiate it. Either way, I didn't mind it, and did my best to make it easy for him. He had a lot of traits that I liked; he was about twice my age and was rather aggressive. He was about 6' tall and maybe 180 pounds, and he had a real hairy body as well. When I finally won the game with a reverse lay-up; a shot that Adam tried so desperately to stop that his efforts sent me skidding to the asphalt, my suspicions grew. "Great shot, Timmy!" Adam said, reaching down and helping me to my feet. "Didn't mean that foul." "No problem," I said, my only injury a slight scrape on my knee, which did not escape Adam's attention. "Ow! That looks like it must sting," he noted, and although I told him it was fine, he insisted. "Look, I live right over there," Adam said, pointing toward a house on the other side of the fence near the school. "Come home with me and I'll fix you up. You could go for a soda about now I'll bet. Unless you've got places to go - people to see. "No, I don't have any plans." Chapter Three: Adam's place. Adam's house was a nice split level with a deck that looked out at the schoolyard. He brought me out onto the deck while he went back inside, and then returned with a little first aid kit. "Sit down and let me get this scrape cleaned up," Adam said, directing me to a chair while he knelt in front of me. I noticed a pair of binoculars sitting on the shelf of the gas grill, and that made me wonder whether he had been watching me with them. That thought turned me on in a strange way - being checked out like that. "This doesn't look too bad," Adam said. "This might sting a little." The scrape was nothing, and that was something I had already known, figuring correctly that it was an excuse to get me over to his place. I made a little sound as Adam applied the disinfectant to the abrasion, even though I hardly felt it, and he apologized while continuing the first aid. He was doing the most through job of cleaning a scrape in the history of medicine, I thought to myself while watching him gingerly dab at my knee. He was holding my calf with his other hand, and I felt his fingers stroking the fine down on the inside of my calf, which was the extent of my leg hair. I felt myself get hard from this subtle touching, and as I looked down at Adam, I took inventory of the guy who I figured to be making an effort to get in my pants pretty soon. Probably in his 40's, I figured, and married too, judging by the pictures of a middle aged woman and young daughter that we had passed on the way outside. His hair was thinning on top, but he had plenty to spare on his upper torso, as all of the skin that his tank top exposed was covered with an abundance of dark brown hair. "Probably better to leave it uncovered and let it get air," Adam suggested. "It might heal better that way." I nodded in agreement, fidgeting as the man held onto my leg. "Boy, no wonder you were out jumping me," Adam said, both of his hands now on my calf. "You've got really strong legs." I tried to look nervous as Adam's hands kneaded the backs of my calves, and I saw that his eyes, first focused on my face for my reaction, were now occupied elsewhere. Specifically, at the crotch of my shorts, where the head of my dick was straining at the fabric of my shorts like a little tent pole. I pretended to be embarrassed, bringing my hands down over the bulge to cover up the area a little, but not so much as to completely block Adam's view. My modesty caused a tiny smile to form at the corners of Adam's mouth, and he proceeded to work my calf muscles with even more enthusiasm. "Feel good?" he asked, trying to look through my hands for the answer. "Uh - I guess." "Too bad my wife is out of town," Adam mused. "After a workout like we just had, my body is really aching, and she gives the best massages in the world. You ever have a girl give you a massage, Timmy?" "Uh - no." "Or a man?" he asked, and I made my body spasm slightly after he spoke. "Uh - what time is it?" I asked with a quivering voice. "Early," Adam assured me. "You aren't afraid off me, are you Timmy?" "No," I said. "It's just that..." "Well, why don't you stick around and spend the rest of the day with me?" Adam asked. "We can cook burgers if you're hungry." Adam looked so desperate that I felt a little guilty in stringing him along, but it added so much to the excitement that I couldn't help myself. "I dunno," I answered. "My Mom will wonder where I am." "Call her," Adam said, scrambling to his feet and helping me up. "Call her and tell her that you're at a friend's house. You are, of course." Chapter Four: Phone home. "Hi Mom," I said into the phone, while on the other end the mechanical voice gave the time and temperature. "Uh - I'm going to be at friend's house for a little while. What? Oh, don't worry about that. I'm going to eat here. Adam. I'm at Adam's house. No, you haven't met him. He's in my gym class. Okay. Bye." "Good!" Adam said excitedly after I hung up. "I'm really glad to have you stick around with me. Kinda lonely here without my wife here. That was good what you said about us being in a class at school together." "Yeah, I didn't know what she would have said if I told her I was at a place with a stranger." "Of course, we aren't strangers, not anymore," Adam reminded me. "What grade are you in, anyway Timmy?" "I'm a sophomore," I informed Adam, which was true, having started my second year at Union College a month earlier. "I promised you a drink," Adam said, opening the refrigerator. "Coke or 7 UP?" "Coke is fine." Adam gave me a soda and leaned up against the counter next to me. I was self-conscious about being in my sweaty and dirty T-shirt and apologized for it. "Take it off," Adam suggested. "We're about the same size, and I've got a whole bunch of t-shirts I never wear anymore. I'll get you one." I shrugged and pulled it off, happy to be rid of the damp garment, even though I was pretty sure of the reason he suggested that. Adam left the kitchen, and after a minute he called out to me. I wandered around the corner and met him in the living room. He had something in his hand, but it wasn't a shirt. He also had shed his tank top, and motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down Timmy," Adam directed, and sat next to him on the couch. In response he moved right up next to me, the hairs on his leg tickling as they grazed my skin. "I found these while I was looking for a shirt," he explained. "A young stud like you might appreciate this kind of thing. What do you think of this?" Adam handed me a Polaroid, which showed a slender woman naked to the waist. She had large pendulous breasts and was posing for the snapshot with a bottle of beer in her hand. "Well?" "She's real pretty," I commented, and I realized that the woman in the snapshot was the same woman posed with Adam in the photos around the house. "Is that your wife?" "Yeah, that's from a few years ago - more like a dozen or so," Adam said proudly. "Quite the rack on her, huh?" Adam proceeded to show me photographs, one at a time, and each one more graphic than the one before. Now there was one with his wife riding on top of somebody I guessed to be him, judging by the hirsute torso. "How did you take these pictures?" I asked. "The guy who was with us took them," Adam explained. "That was back when we were swingers - you know - threesomes and swapping?" "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Of course, with all the stuff you kids do now, this probably seems really tame. You know, with all the hippie stuff and free love?" I shrugged my shoulders, confessing that I wasn't reaping any of the benefits of the so-called promiscuous times we were living in. "You mean you're still a virgin?" Adam asked, and I nodded. The next picture showed Adam's wife looking up at Adam, who was looking down on her licking the head of his cock. His cock was not overly exceptional in terms of size - probably just a bit longer than thicker than the norm, but that still put him miles ahead of me in that department. "Gee, is that you?" I asked, looking over at Adam and then at the picture. "Pretty lucky guy, huh?" "Yeah," I said with awe in my voice. "You've got a big dick." Chapter Five: Picture time is over. "Oh," Adam said, momentarily stunned at my comment. "Not really. Maybe it's the camera angle or something." The next picture showed his wife with half of his cock in her mouth, and I squirmed in response to the picture, and to Adam's hand, with was on my bare thigh. "Boy Timmy, if my wife were here and got a look at you, you wouldn't be a virgin much longer," Adam assured me, handing me the rest of the pictures. "Wouldn't you like to lose your virginity to somebody like that?" "I sure would." "She would go crazy over you," he continued as his hand went to my bare shoulder. "She's always complaining about me, and how hairy I am. Says it feels all scratchy to her." It worked for me, I thought to myself, while trying to concentrate on looking at the picture in my hand, which was a picture of his wife with another cock in her mouth, but not Adam's. "But you, on the other hand, Timmy," Adam said, his hand running over my chest. "You, she'd go crazy over. Your body is so smooth. You're virtually hairless." The back of his hand nudged my arm backwards, and his fingers briefly tweaked at the tiny nest of hairs under my arm before letting his hand slide down my body, and effortlessly worked his hand into my shorts. "Hardly any hair down here either," he loudly hissed, his hand having slipped under the elastic of my shorts and was now stroking the extremely modest tuft of hair that grew above my dick. "Don't be scared Timmy," Adam said as his hand found my dick. For my part, I squirmed and pretended to look around for a means of escape, my eyes bulging as wide as I could manage. "You like it, Timmy," Adam said after I started to protest. "Look at the next picture. No - the next one." Adam's fingers massaged the base of my dick while I fumbled with the photos, finally coming up to the one he wanted to see. The one of Adam. He had a fuller scalp back then, but the main focus of the shot was that of the cock Adam was inhaling, while the owner of that tool was busy gobbling Adam's. "Looks like fun, doesn't it?" Adam asked, and when I shook my head he let out a little laugh. "C'mon Timmy. I saw how you got excited when I was rubbing your legs before, and now look how hard you are. Your penis is so hard it could cut glass. You want me to do that to you, don't you? You'd like me to put your dick in my mouth, wouldn't you? Imagine what that would feel like." His other hand grabbed mine, pulling it down to his crotch and onto the bulge, squeezing my hand into it. "I'm excited too, see?" Adam told me, and now was working my shorts down my thighs. "Knew you didn't have anything underneath," Adam said, leering as he slowly shook his head while he looked down at my genitals, now fully exposed. "What a perfect little man you are." "Enough pictures," Adam announced, jumping up off the couch and pulling me to my feet. "Let's get more comfortable. So with me being led by the hand, my shorts sliding further down my legs with each restricted step, I was brought into his bedroom. Chapter Six: Adam's bedroom. Adam brought me into a bedroom that was obviously decorated with a woman's touch, and after he pulled down the comforter and say me in the bed, he lifted my legs to get my shorts off, and then undid my sneakers before coaxing my socks off. Standing in front of me, he kicked off his own socks and stood there, waiting for me to pull down his shorts. When I didn't, he brought my hands up to the elastic. I looked at him with a look that tried to convey the fact that I was shy and afraid. "Go ahead, Timmy." As slowly as I could, I tugged down the grey shorts, exposing the thick bush that surrounded his unit, before his cock came into view. Brown and rather thick, I revealed his manhood with an excruciating slowness, as Adam shifted his weight from side to side. When the shorts had been brought down far enough, his erect member swung upward and toward my face. I feigned shock at his cock bouncing in front of my face, and turned my head as if I was trying not to look at it. Smiling, Adam eased me onto my back and climbed in bed next to me, his hand finding my stiff stem which was pointing toward the ceiling. "Nothing to be scared about," Adam said in a reassuring voice, and I noted his rapid breathing and the lust in his eyes as he sensed my fear. "Reach over and grab mine." I shook my head no, and bit my lower lip and I tried to not the cum, since Adam's fingers were squeezing my dick as he pulled on it. "You must have done this with one of your friends at some point," Adam suggested. "We all do that sort of thing at least once. Haven't you?" "Once," I confessed. "Me and my friend Paul did - you know." "Jerked each other off?" Adam asked, and when I nodded, he asked me whether I had liked that. "Yeah." "Did you like jerking him off?" "Well - sort of." "Then just reach down and hold mine," Adam said, and when I did, feeling his hot and throbbing cock as I gripped it in my fist, he let out a groan of relief. "Oh, that's it," Adam exclaimed, moving his hips as I held him. "Am I built like your friend Paul?" I looked over at the stiff cock in my hand and shook my head. "No," I said solemnly. "Paul's dick was big, but yours is even bigger." This excited Adam, who began thrusting back and forth into my fist while trying to get a good grip on my dick. He was having a problem figuring out how best to do it, since when he wrapped his fist around mine it all but disappeared. Finally settling on stroking it with his thumb and index finger, his tempo quickened, which caused my orgasm to rush up on me. When I groaned and started spurting all over my chest and stomach, it seemed to startle Adam, but he recovered enough to allow me to cover my chest and stomach with a copious load. "Wow!" Adam exclaimed as he continued to tug on my now-withered dick, coaxing every drop of seed out of me. "You must have been really horny to cum so fast. You liked that, didn't you Timmy? Better than doing it to yourself?" "I guess," I answered quietly. "Now how about taking care of me?" Chapter Seven: Taking care of Adam. I got on my knees next to Adam on the bed, while he rolled over onto his back. His cock was still hard and now rested on his stomach, waiting for my attention. Adam had his hands linked behind his head, watching me with interest. As I knelt there, I felt the semen start to dribble down my chest, and looked around for something to wipe myself off with. "Do me a favor and let it stay there," Adam said, after I made him aware of my what I was looking for. "You look so incredible like this. Never saw anybody pop a load like that before. You must have been storing that up for quite a while." I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at Adam's body and the cock he was expecting me to service. Reaching my hand down, I let my finger slide up the length of his turgid member, causing him to squirm and smile. "Going to tease me, Timmy?" he asked. "That's good. I like that." "Can I - I mean - would it be alright if I touched you in other places first?" I asked. "Other places?" Adam replied, confused by my question. "Sure. You can touch me anywhere you want." Acting tentatively, I put my hand on Adam's ankle and ran my hand up his legs, reveling in the touch of the thick coarse hair that covered just about every inch of him except his feet and hands. As I did this, I looked up to Adam for approval, with an expression on my face that suggested I was doing something naughty. His expression was that of a cat being petted, and he practically purred as I did the same thing to his other leg. "Oh, that feels so nice," Adam said, exhaling contentedly after I had rubbed his legs a few more times before moving up his thighs and around his cock to his stomach. I noticed that his cock had begun to twitch while my hands moved over him, and now that I was raking the thick, rich pelt that coated his upper torso, a tiny pearl of cum had formed on the tip of his glans. My fingers combed the mat of hair, and I delighted in the way they seemed to disappear in the dense growth, and Adam seemed to agree, as his body coiled and writhed under my touch. Letting my hands slid over to his armpits, I did the same to his underarm hair, which was only distinguishable by the fact that the fur grew even denser there than on the rest of him. His armpit hair was so profuse that I had trouble getting my fingers through it, and had to resort to pulling on the moist tufts, which stirred the musky and manly scent up to me. Shooting Hoops "If - you're trying to drive me crazy, it's working." Adam sputtered. "Is that good?" I asked innocently, and enjoyed the way his tortured face nodded rapidly in response. His cock was now drooling onto his stomach, and with a shaky hand I reached down and gingerly lifted it by the gooey crown, holding it straight up by the glans. "Geez, it's even bigger than it was before," I said in a loud whisper and I looked at his cock like it were a monument of sorts. Actually, it was a nice sized tool, and if he had ever shaved the jungle of hair around his cock, it would have looked even more impressive. Hair actually grew up the bottom inch or so, and his balls were completely obscured by the forest as well. I ran my free hand around his crotch, thoroughly enjoying playing with my wooly friend as much as he seemed to be. I worked his nut sack as well, kneading the hairy orbs as roughly as I dared. Finally, when it seemed like he could stand it no more, I left my hand slide off of his glans and down his cock. "Awww!" Adam moaned, his body spasming as my fingers reached the base of his tool before going back up the shaft. "Can I use both hands?," I asked as I reached over to grab him, kneeling right up against his hip. "It's too big to hold in just one." "Yes," Adam hissed, wiggling as I grabbed onto his tool with both hands like it was a baseball bat, and the entire conical crown was still in view as I began working my hands up and down his cock, spinning and twisting my fists as I pumped up and down. "Am I doing it good?" I asked hopefully, knowing the answer from the sweat pouring down his face and the dazed look on his face. "Oh yes!" Adam assured me. "And you like it too. Your cock is hard again." I smiled grimly while continuing to work my hands up and down his erection. "Slow down a little Timmy," Adam pleaded. "I don't want to cum just yet." I followed Adam's instructions, continuing to stroke his member but in a slower and more sensual manner, and he smiled in response. "You know what would be really nice?" Adam asked, not waiting for a response from me. "It would be so nice if you put my cock in your mouth." I looked down at his swollen organ and shook my head briskly. "There's no harm in doing that," Adam said. "I'll bet you and your friend sucked on each other's, didn't you?" "No!" I protested, before qualifying my answer. "We kissed each other's dicks, but just on the head." "That's okay," Adam said. "Just do that to me then. Please?" I looked at Adam and then at the cock in my hand, and then deliberately lowered my head down to his cock. I grazed the glans with my lips and then pulled my head away. "I didn't see you do it," Adam complained before holding back my hair and asking me to do it again. I complied, looking up to him for approval. "Nice. Now why don't you just put the head of it in your mouth, just for a second? If you do, I'll make you really happy." Taking a deep breath, I parted my lips and did what he wanted, letting my teeth scrape over the sensitive skin, which caused him to flinch. "Watch out for your teeth, Timmy," Adam asked. "That's it. That isn't so bad, is it?" I let my lips run up and down the tip of his cock a few times, enjoying his groaning. His hand was on the back of my thigh, kneading the flesh as it slid up between my legs. "Go further down - down the shaft of it," Adam said, trying to raise his hips to assist in the matter. "Take more of it in your mouth." "It's too big," I sputtered, pulling my head off of him. "Please," Adam gasped, grabbing my hand and keeping the stroking going. "Just a little more. I won't cum in your mouth. I promise." Warily I brought my head down to his drooling cock and began sucking on the four inches that was sticking out of my fist. I stopped pretending that this was the first time I had ever done this, figuring Adam to be to far gone to notice, and I was right. "Cumming!" Adam yelled, trying to warn me, but I let his cock spurt into my throat, pretending that the violent spray was making me choke a little, but not stopping until he was spent. I raised my head and looked up at Adam, my mouth open, which allowed his copious load to roll out of the sides. "I tried - tried to warn you," Adam said, wiping the trickle of cum from my chin. "I know," I admitted. "It's okay. I lost track of what I was doing. Doesn't taste too bad." "You're a great cocksucker, Timmy," Adam said. "Now I want to make you happy too." Chapter Eight: Making me happy. "I want to suck your cock like you did mine," Adam said, but as he strated to get off of his back, I stopped him. "Can I - do something else instead?" I asked. "You can do anything you want," Adam said. "Anything." "You probably think I'm weird," I said nervously, but Adam shook his head. "Anything." "Okay," I replied, and awkwardly I brought my thigh up and over Adam, straddling him. I looked down at my boner, sticking straight out over Adam's flaccid organ, and let my body ease down onto his. "Mmmm," I sighed as I nuzzled my face into his chest and up to his collarbone, grinding my body into his. The feel of his thick, coarse body hair against my smooth skin sent shivers down my spine, and I had to fight to keep from coming as our organs ground together. "Oh, that's so good," Adam said. "Feel our cocks rubbing together? Is that what you like?" "Yes," I said. "That and - your hair." "Hair? My hairy body turns you on?" I nodded, grinding myself against his moist pelt. "I like this too," Adam said, and put his arms around me and hugged me while we did this erotic dance. "No," I said, taking his arm from around my shoulder and pulling it back over his head, holding it against the bedding. Without hesitation, I buried my face in his armpit, chewing and licking at the matted jungle of hair. Adam let out a expletive in surprise as I attacked his underarm, the raw, musky scent making my orgasm race up on me while my hard dick humped his flaccid one. Just as I started to cum, Adam leaned up and began to lick at my own armpit, and just as his tongue began to mimic what I was doing, I erupted. My entire body shook as I shot my load all over his crotch and stomach, and my dick was still twitching long after my balls had been emptied. "You do that with your friend, too?" Adam asked, and I shook my head no. "Couldn't help myself," I said shyly. "When we were shooting hoops I really liked the way it felt when our bodies rubbed together, and... I dunno." "Couldn't have liked it as much as I did," Adam said. Chapter Nine: Something for me. After eventually prying our semen-coated bodies apart, we took showers. When Adam emerged from his and came back to the bedroom, I was in bed, with a sheet pulled up to my chest. Watching Adam dry himself, I felt myself getting hard again as my hirsute lover unknowingly teased me with his nakedness. "Don't cover yourself," Adam said as he pulled the sheet off of me, and he laughed when I cupped my hand over my genitals to hide my nakedness. "There's nothing I haven't seen already," He laughed, and when I took my hand away, my stiff dick popped up straight and hard. "Timmy, you have to be the horniest kid I've ever seen," he laughed, climbing in next to me and surrounding me with his hairy moistness. "I'm going to take care of that right now." Adam slid down and took my dick into his mouth, effortlessly letting his lips glide down to the base of my stem. He began to bob his head up and down, looking up to me for my reaction. "You like me sucking your dick?" Adam asked. "I like it too. See?" Motioning down to his own unit, which was almost fully engorged, he wiggled it around for me to see. "Let's do something we both can enjoy," Adam suggested, and proceeded to rearrange our bodies so that he was down between my thighs with my legs over his shoulders. After gobbling my wrinkled nut sac for a while, he began raising my bottom with his hands, prying my ass cheeks apart as he did. "You're going to love this," he promised. Adam's tongue travelled down below my scrotum, and there was no doubt as to the destination. I gasped when I felt his tongue dance on my puckered ring, and feigned shock when the tip of it slid inside of my anus. "You like that?" Adam said before resuming, and I choked out a yes as he burrowed even deeper inside my ass. Looking down, I saw only the top of Adam's head as he appeared to be trying to force all of his tongue up my rear end. His hand reached around and slowly milked my stiff dick and I moaned and asked what he was doing. "Priming you, Timmy," Adam said. "Will I have to do that to you too?" I asked, my loins surging at the prospect of that. "No, but I'm going to give you a real treat," he promised. "I'm going to make your ass really loose and lubricated, and then when you're good and ready, I'm going to put my cock inside of you." "No!" I said, grabbing at the sheets and squirming away from Adam, who held onto me tightly. "You'll like it Timmy. I promise. Didn't you like the other stuff I had you do?" "Yes," I admitted, excitedly anticipating the moment when Adam would mount me. "But your dick is too big for that! It would rip me in two!" "No it wouldn't, Timmy," Adam said, his finger replacing his tongue for a minute while he tried to calm me down, probing deep into me with first one finger and then a second. "Your ass is really tight, so I'll only put it in a little bit." "Please don't hurt me," I remember saying, just before becoming aware of the presence of another person in the room. Adam was still unaware, having resumed his enthusiatic rimming of my supposedly virgin ass, but he became aware when the female voice spat out an exclamation invoking the name of someone not likely to be approving of what was going on. Chapter Ten: Home early. The voice, I soon discovered, was that of Adam's wife Maria, a woman that I had assumed didn't exist as anything other than an ex, if the way Adam had been acting was any barometer. As became very evident, they were very much married and as Adam scrambled to his feet and tried to pacify his furious wife, I hid under the sheet. It was dark outside, as we had lost track of time, and I gathered from the heated conversation that his wife had been able to catch an early flight and came home tonight to surprise him. The surprise was effective, and now Adam was attempting to explain why there was a young dude in their bed and why the kid was having his asshole licked by her husband. Maria was furious at the thought of her husband doing things to someone she referred to as a "kid", and from that I concluded that she must have been watching long enough to get a gander at my package. She was also saying how lucky it was that their daughter hadn't come home with her, and what a shock that would have been. As for me, I was stuck under the sheet. My clothes; shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers, were strewn around the house, and I was afraid to go past them to look for them. Their conversation went into the hallway, and when it did, I got up and looked around the bedroom for my stuff. I managed to find one sock before the light came on, and I covered myself up with my hands as Adam's wife came into the room and closed the door behind herself. I must have looked as terrified as I felt, having never been involved in anything remotely resembling this situation, because Maria was not furious at me. "Don't be afraid," the woman said as she approached me. She was very attractive; about Adam's age, and had black hair and a very shapely body that was just a little plump. Maria smiled and held out her hand to me and had me sit down on the bed beside her. "You didn't do anything wrong - Tim, is it?" Maria assured me. "It wasn't your fault, and I'm so ashamed of my husband. Did he hurt you?" "No," I told her. "He was very nice to me. We were having fun, but I know it was wrong for me to be with him if he was married." "Not your fault," Maria said, putting her arm around my bare shoulder. "I saw the fun you were having, and there's no real point for the modesty, because I saw all there is to see already." I shrugged my shoulders and let her console me, not knowing what else to do. "Have you been here before today?" "No, I said. "I just met Adam this afternoon for the first time. We played basketball." "And he invited you here? Tell me what he did to you," Maria said. "I need to know." "This is embarrassing," I said. "There's your other sock," Maria said, reaching down and grabbing it from just under the bed, and with a motherly touch she took the other one I had been holding and proceeded to kneel down before me and put them on for me. "Now tell me what he did to you." "Well, I scraped my knee playing basketball, see?" I said, pointing to the tiny scrape. "Adam cleaned it up for me, and then..." I stopped there, not sure about whether to include everything, but his wife was way ahead of me. "I saw the pictures out in the living room, so I guess he showed you the pictures of us naked? Was he trying to get you excited by showing you those old photos?" "I guess so," I admitted. "He was real proud of you and wanted to show me how pretty you are." Throwing that in for Adam was the least I could do, and it seemed to work a little, but Maria wanted to know more. "The next thing I remember, we were playing with each other. You know." "He played with your penis, and then he had you play with his?" she asked, and I nodded. "Then what?" "He had me kiss his - you know, and then he had me put it in my mouth." "He had you suck on his cock?" Maria said. "Did you want to?" "Not at first, but I started to like it, and it made Adam really happy." "I'll bet it did," Maria said sarcastically. "Did he do that to you too?" "Yes. Then we played around and stuff, and I took a shower," I continued. "After that, we started doing other junk, and then you came in." "Just in time," Maria said, her hand on my thigh. "Do you know what he was planning on doing next?" "Uh - Adam said that he was going to make me real loose and then was going to put his - you know - into my bottom." "You didn't want that, did you Tim?" "Well, everything that he did to me before that was a lot of fun, but I was a little scared. Especially because Adam's dick is so big." Maria shook her head, a little smile appearing int the corners of her mouth before she got serious again. "He's not all that large, Tim," Maria said. "What he did to you is wrong, and as a parent he should know that. He was taking advantage of your innocence." "Uh, I'm not a kid," I told her. "Of course you aren't" Maria said, not comprehending what I was saying. "I'm older than I look," I said, and when Maria looked at me suspiciously, I nodded. "Old enough, even though I don't look it." "He told me that you were a sophomore." "I am, in college." Maria chuckled at that, having probably thought that her husband was committing a crime instead of having good, clean - albeit most definitely extra-marital - sex with a willing me. "I guess we better find the rest of your clothes," Maria said, standing up and looking around the room. "Those must be yours, I assume?" My shorts were in a tangle and had been kicked under the night table. Maria picked them up and straightened them out for me. "Where's your underwear?" "I didn't have any." Maria held the shorts toward me, and when I stood up and held my hand out to take them from her, my dick popped into view. When Maria saw my erect stem pointing toward her, she pulled back the shorts from my reach. "So you're legal?" Maria asked, and when I nodded sheepishly, she licked her full red lips provocatively. "Is your dick hard because of the stories you told me, or because you really do find me attractive?" she asked. "Uh... probably both." "I can see why Adam found you so appealing," Maria said, coming up close to me, and I shivered when she ran her hand over my chest. "Your body is so smooth. I like that." "I know," I said, and my shaking and quivering was not contrived now, with me now being in an area almost unknown to me save one experience last year. "And you liked those pictures of me?" she asked, and I nodded. "Feel free to stop me if you want," Maria said just before she went down to her knees in front of me, licking and kissing her way down to my dick, which her lush, red lips inhaled. "Ohhh!" I groaned, as my stem enjoyed the second female mouth it had ever experienced. Maria's mouth moved expertly over my dick and balls, her enthusiasm increasing the more she sucked me. My hands ran through her lush black hair as her mouth went to the base of my dick and sucked violently on it. My knees were weak as her mouth moved up and down my tool, and while I was running my hands through Maria's hair, I saw the door open, and the obvious shock on Adam's face when she saw his wife and what she was doing. Any thought that he was going to be mad vanished quickly, as I saw the smile bloom on Adam's face. Whether the joy was from the fact that his wife didn't seem to be pissed at him any longer, or was derived from watching his wife sucking me off, I couldn't say, but when he took off the towel that had been wrapped around his waist, and he took his stiffening cock in his fist, it didn't much matter. If Maria noticed his entrance, she didn't indicate it, but continued to give me some passionate head as her hands grabbed my ass cheeks, kneading my buttocks as she held me to her. Adam kept pumping his cock as he watched open-mouthed, his fist working like a piston as he jacked himself off furiously. As for me, I had the best of both worlds, and when I groaned a few minutes later, emptying my load down his wife's throat, Adam's cock was in the process of spraying his own seed all over his bedroom rug as Maria siphoned my balls dry. Epilogue. After that rather awkward introduction, I found myself back at their house a few more times during that year, arranging the visits so that their daughter would not be around. I got to experience intercourse with a woman for the second time in my life, and the first time with one I was not related to. We also did just about everything that three people can do to each other, and I learned a lot about myself through them as well. ... Thank you for reading and for your support through your votes and e-mails.