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Top or Bottom?

By: JBancrofts99



As curious as I had been about being fucked, I now became more so about fucking another man. Sam had taken my virginity beautifully, but insisted that he was totally a top and would not let me fuck him. That was fine, that was ok, it was his choice, his way, but it did not stop me wanting to find out just what it was like to fuck a guy.

Of course I had come near, just as I had nearly had other guys have my arse, but I had not yet gone all the way. At the gay saunas where I indulged my bisexual needs numerous guys had asked to fuck me as they had wanted me to fuck them, but I had not been ready. After all why would I be ready? I had done nothing about the urge I had felt through my thirties. I just put it to one side. As I slid rather decadently into my forties I began to think 'why not?' I started to think that sex is sex, the thrill is in the arousal and ejaculation and the gender causing that is irrelevant. It's the buzz we are after.

And with that in mind I became more adventurous. I wanted to learn, to experiment, to savour new things and indulge myself more deeply in my new-found sexuality.

It's when I first visited a gay sauna, Chariots in Shoreditch near the City of London. That was where I had a guy stroke my cock, where for the first time since my early teens I held another guy's cock, where I was sucked and I sucked a cock and it was where I was fucked between the cheeks of my arse, but not up it.

It was also when I visited a transvestite hooker and kissed her/him as I caressed and stroked her tits and cock as she sucked me. I was excited by her underwear and stockings. The feel of them against me as we rolled around a bed in each other's arms did something to me that was different to when I was with a woman like that. I told her that and she asked if I would like to try on some panties and stockings. Her dressing me was so exciting and she gave me my first experience of wearing ladies underwear. Also I visited gay masseurs, had a gay hooker, went to drag nights and to a couple of pubs that had gay and tranny evenings.

This account makes it seem as if I was very active, but I wasn't really for it was spread over a five or six period. It was a period where my thinking changed completely and I accepted that sex with men and trannies could be just as exciting and satisfying as with women. It was also the time where I overcame my social conditioning and the macho thinking about sex with my own gender. 

Despite coming close many times I did not go all the way until I met Sam. 

We worked for the same company, a big one, where we were middle managers. One Saturday afternoon I saw him at the gay sauna. I was mortified, but it did not matter for on the Monday I got an email from him saying. 'Perhaps we should talk?' I agreed and that evening we did more than talk. After a drink in the pub we parked in his Porsche and we kissed and stroked each other's cocks. I am not sure what would have happened had a car not come long. Possibly what did happen the next day at his house when he fucked me.

This 'extra-sexuality' activity did nothing to diminish the sex life I enjoyed with my wife of fifteen years Kelly. Although in addition to the bi stuff, I also fucked around with other women and I think Kelly had her moments with other guys, we loved each other in our own ways. A few years ago we had agreed on having an open marriage and that had worked for us, well we were still together unlike many of our friends.

As Kelly was not doing much travelling with her consultancy business and Sam's wife had been transferred from cabin crew to a supervisory position at Heathrow, Sam and I had much less opportunity to get together. But we did, probably once or twice a month. We established a routine. We would sneak off from work, have lunch at a hotel where we had booked a room and then go up to the room. Usually I would undress first, although now and then we would kiss and caress as we undressed each other.

I was very much the subservient one in the sexual relationship, but not in our business or social ones. When we had our afternoon meetings he led the way, he directed proceedings, he was the dominant one and, of course, he fucked me, not me him. 

I loved being naked whilst he was dressed and posing for him as he at first ogled me then later caressed and sometimes massaged me. He stopped me reaching out and touching him even though, still fully dressed, he would kiss, suck and lick all over my body. I really was his sex pet, almost his slave. 

Had he have suggested tying me up or other BDSM I would most certainly have agreed. 

It was a strange relationship. I had not experienced anything like it before. When not with him, I did not think about him or miss him although after two or three weeks I would find myself missing the sex. I would then either, go to a gay sauna and get sucked or, be wanked or if Sam was around meet up with him. It really was simply a sexual relationship with him and a sexual need that I had. With my 'extra-marital' women there was nearly always more than just the sex. I needed and usually found some form of connection and affection for them, but not with Sam.

At our 'meetings,' after the initial undressing and caressing of me, Sam would undress and flaunt his gorgeous cock at me. It was a beautifully shaped cock that was fairly long and thick, but not overly so. As he put it. 'Just the right fit for your arse James' and it was. 

He would then fuck me. Usually we would only do it once for we did not have time to recover and repeat the sex, but that was enough. He would take me in a variety of positions with him usually, but me sometimes, wanking my cock so that generally we climaxed together. Now and then he would take his cock out and finish by jacking off and cumming onto my chest, face or cock. We were quite rude.

After one such session he said.

"I have someone I think you should meet James."

"Yes, why is that," I asked as I buttoned up my shirt?

"I think you will find him er, interesting."

"How do you mean?"

"Well he's intelligent, good looking and well built, in all areas," he smiled before adding. "And he likes to be fucked."

"Oh I see," I said a little surprised, but also excited. "When?"

"Perhaps a drink on Tuesday after work?"

*

Tony was great. He had been a pilot on the airline, but had recently given that up and was working in the logistics department, which was two floors down from where I worked in marketing.

"The travelling and being away from home so much got to me," he explained when the three of us had that drink. "And I missed the wife and kids," he added.

He was about my age, early forties, and was around six feet and had an athletic build. He had a good head of deep brown hair and had quite piercing blue eyes. He was good looking, but not so much so that he would be described as being handsome.

"Look girls," Sam said pushing his chair back. "I have to go, I take it I can leave the pair of you together?"

Tony and I glanced at each other and smiled.

"Yes," we both said at the same time laughing as we did.

We had another drink and I asked him how well he knew Sam. He told me that he had known him through Sam's wife for years, but not well.

"And you," he asked me?

"A little like you, I have known him some time, but not very well."

We were hedging around the topic that I certainly and him as well I suspected wanted to discuss. Sam had told me that Tony liked to be fucked and I wondered what he had told him about me?

Leaning forward so that our faces were quite close across the table, Tony looked up and right into my eyes as he said.

"I was wondering how well James?"

It seemed crazy that neither of us felt confident enough to clearly broach the burning issue.

"Pretty well now Tony."

Smiling he casked. "Would you describe it as intimately?"

Gulping with a sort of embarrassment I mumbled. "Yes Tony, I think that's fair. You?"

I felt his leg under the table press against mine as he said. "Me too."

We were silent for few moments although he kept his leg pressed against mine.

"Look James I have to go soon."

"Yes I do too."

"Would you like to meet again?"

"Yes I would, would you?"

"Very much so," he replied.

We got up and walked out of the pub and into the dark car park.

"Do you have any time this week?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind, afternoon, evening?"

"I'm easy."

Smiling, he said as he moved closer to me. "And I think you will find me pretty easy too James."

I felt very attracted to him. I wanted to grab him and kiss him, perhaps run my hands over him and certainly investigate his cock.

"I hope so Tony, maybe one afternoon this week you would give me the chance to find out?"

He closed the gap between us and put his hand on my hip. "You could find out a little right now," he whispered pulling me to him.

"What here?"

"No in my car, it's a Rangerover."

"I don't have long."

"Nor me, but I doubt we need long do we?"

"No."

"Ok follow me in your car and I will find somewhere quiet and secluded."

Our cars were parked near to each other and just as we almost got to them his phone rang and I listened to one side of the conversation.

"Oh right, yes I see...not for an hour or...oh ok, I can change things...right see you soon then."

Clicking off Tony said.

"Fuck it, my wife is home early and I have to collect some stuff for her as we have guests this evening."

"Bollocks, but never mind," I said actually feeling a little relieved for a quick grope or fuck on the back seat of a car was not my ideal.

"I really fancied it James so I feel pissed off."

He moved closer to me and gripped my hand. "I'll be like this all evening thinking about you," he said pressing my hand against him. His cock was stunningly hard.

"Feeling that Tony, I think I might as well."

He pulled me to him and squashed our cocks together as his mouth found mine and we kissed. I had never kissed a guy in public before. It was hugely sexy. 

"Can you make tomorrow," he asked breaking the kiss? He slid his hand down and grabbed my dick through my trousers?

"Not really, but I will, I can't wait." 

It was lovely to be standing in front of the full-length mirror an hour or so later. I was naked apart from a pair of black, lacy top holdups I had bought in Tesco and one of Kelly's thongs I had taken out of the linen basket. I enjoy watching myself in her panties and seeing my cock sticking out of the elastic waist as I start to jerk off. With Tony's face in my mind and my cock in my hand it was not long before I was spurting my cum out and onto the paper towel I had laid on the floor by my feet.

*

The next day at work I was a bag of nerves. I could hardly concentrate so excited was I about the afternoon. I had spoken to Tony on our mobiles to confirm it was still on and that we would have lunch then go to a hotel.

"I can get the Marriott for nothing," I told him.

"How come?"

"That's what being in marketing does for you. We can have lunch in the suite first."

"Wow, how cool is that?"

I explained that I often had business meetings there so it would not be considered odd for the two of us to be in the suite or having lunch there.

"Or even," I added. "Spend the afternoon and evening there drinking and doing what comes naturally to us."

We both laughed as he replied. "Well I know what will come naturally to me and I hope it does to you too."

I told him I would get there first and would text the suite number to him so he should come straight up and I would have a drink waiting for him.

I got there at around noon with the idea to do some work on my laptop, but I was too nervous to concentrate. Tony arrived at just after one and I poured him a glass of Chablis. We chatted nervously as we looked at the menus and chose our meals that I phoned down to the kitchen. The half hour or so wait was agonising. It was clear to me that we both wanted to talk about us and Sam or even get on with it, but we had to wait nervously for the food. However, once that arrived and we started on the second bottle we had both loosened up and our inhibitions had faded a little.

"You had much to do with Sam," I asked leaning back in my chair.

Finishing his steak and placing his knife and fork neatly on the empty plate he looked at me and said.

"I assume you mean sexually?"

"Of course," I smiled. "What else?"

"Yes silly me. Three or four times, you?"

"About the same, he gets around a bit doesn't he?"

"He sure does how did you and he er, um work out you both had similar interests?"

"We had a threesome with that new lady pilot, the Irish one and just got it on there. You?"

I told him about meeting at the sauna. "And one thing just led to another."

"Yes they do with Sam don't they, we had another threesome and then just the two of us a few times."

Finishing my wine I looked into his eyes and said. "And that has led to the two of us hasn't it?"

"Yes, well I hope so James. It was good of him to introduce us wasn't it?"

"Yes, why do you think he did that?"

"Well he does not like being fucked does he, just fucking. Well that's what he told me."

"Me too, so it's probably the truth isn't it?"

"Guess so. He fucked me."

"He did me too."

"You done that much?"

"What been fucked?"

"Yes."

Two or three times, Sam being the third. You?

"He was my first."

"Wow so he took your virginity?"

"Yes he did, and it was good."

"Yes he is a good fuck."

I could hardly believe that we were talking this openly about our gay moments, but it seemed natural and there did not seem to be any harm in it.

"Well I don't have anyone else to judge him against do I?"

"No James, not yet," Tony replied reaching across the table and putting his fingertips on the back of my hand. "But you will soon."

"Is Sam just a top?"

"Dunno, but I have found that I much prefer and have become a bottom."

"So you have fucked then?"

"Yes a couple of times, but I think my female side is the dominant partner. I like being pampered and then shagged. What about you?"

"Tell you the truth Tony I have no fucking idea. I just love the whole man to man thing and can't get enough."

"So have you fucked many guys?"

"Nope." 

"How many then?"

"Well thinking carefully and counting accurately they add up to exactly zero."

"So Mister Versatile I will be the first then."

"Yep."

"Well James we had better get on with it then hadn't we?"

I stood up and walked round the table to stand behind him. Not knowing where the confidence came from, but knowing that I had to be the top I assumed that I should lead the way and be the slightly dominant one. I put my hands on his shoulders. We had both been wearing suits with open neck shirts, his was white, mine was blue, but we had removed our jackets. I squeezed him. He sighed. I slid my fingers down his chest a little way, just to his collar bones. He lifted one of his hands and gripped the back of mine as he rested his face against my arm. That encouraged me. I slid my fingers inside his shirt and wanted to caress his breasts. But the shirt was too tight as it only had two buttons undone. He realised the problem and my heart leaped when I saw him reach up and undo more buttons. 

"Thanks Tony," I whispered sliding my hands down his nicely hairy chest and cupping his boobs.

"Oh James you are so very welcome," he said softly, again holding my hands as I let them creep all over his chest.

I kissed the top of his head that he rested against my chest as I slid my hands downwards until the tips of my fingers inched into the waistband of his trousers. Of course it was too tight to push my hand down, but wonderfully and so fucking sexily Tony came to the rescue. Slipping his hand round the back of the chair he ran that up my leg until he found my full erection. He held and stroked that as he muttered.

"Unzip me James, undress me."

They were fantastic words for me to hear for unbeknown to Tony, this was only my second real gay date. Yes I was quite experienced with gay sex, but not gay dating, Sam had been my first. I was playing a role really when I had led him by undoing his shirt, but that role was now quickly becoming a reality.

I undid his belt and with fingers that literally were shaking I slid his zip down. He took his hand away from my raging erection and between us we removed his shirt that I hung on the back of a chair. He had a great chest and I bent over his shoulder and kissed it. I ran my tongue over it and took a nipple between my teeth and gently bit him. He sighed or more purred really and reached up and cradled my head in his hand.

"Take them off James," he whispered.

We struggled his trousers down and off and I hung those over another chair. As I did that he removed his socks and sat waiting for me in just his grey, CK Y fronts. There was an encouragingly large and beautifully shaped bulge in them.

"Oh Tony you look fabulous," I groaned. "Sit down James," he suddenly announced.

"Where?"

Smiling as he stood up he said. "Well the edge of the bed might be a good place."

We walked into the bedroom. I was still as good as fully dressed and Tony was just wearing his underpants. I always love that sort of thing with a lover male or female; one of us clothed and the other not.

I sat down and he came and stood right in front of me his bulge less than a foot from my face. Slipping his fingers into my hair he said.

"Make me naked James let me flaunt it at you."

What erotic words, I thought taking hold of the wide waistband of his underpants. My heart was pounding so loud as I slowly slid them down revealing his glorious, fully erect dick. It was long and thick and looked wonderfully smooth. I could see the veins in it and noticed that he was uncut. His foreskin had slid a little way down the purple glans, which looked interestingly damp.

"Oh Tony, it's beautiful," I groaned reaching out and holding it in both hands.

"Mmmmm like it," he asked running his hands through my head and caressing my scalp?

"Yes it's gorgeous," I said kissing the tip of it.

I went to take it into my mouth, but he pulled away. "Don't let's fuck around too much James, I cum very easily the first time."

"What do you want to do then," I asked a little bemused?"

"Fuck James that's what I want. I want to be fucked, I want you to fuck me, we can suck and lick each other after that."

He scrambled past me and lay in the middle of the bed.

"Come on James get those clothes off you old tart.

"Hey not so much of the old if you don't mind," I grinned undoing and removing my shirt as I looked at Tony slowly stroking his cock.

I got rid of the rest of my clothes and climbed on the bed. "Mmmmm very nice," he said stroking my fully bloated cock that was just about as long as his, but probably not as thick.

"Hold on a minute," I said sliding off the bed and walking into the lounge where I had left my bag. I got the tube of lube and returned to the bedroom. "Thought we might need this."

He smiled. "Good man, you think of everything. I think that deserves a kiss."

Lying on our sides facing each other I wrapped my arms round him and pulled him against me. It is such a fantastic sensation to have your cock squashed against another especially when your mouth is also glued to a pair of lips. He kissed well, just as I think I do. We were both patient and creative with lots of tongue involvement and sucking on the other's lips rather than grinding them together. As we kissed we pressed our bodies together and our hands visited all the usual places on the other guy's body.

"If you fuck half as good as you kiss James, then this will be my lucky day."

I was enormously aroused and knew full well that the excitement of that and what we were doing would ensure I would not last long.


Top or Bottom Ch. 01



MWM 7" Cut Looking for c/d Top

Those seven words in a personal ad in our local gay/lesbian weekly got me thinking about what I wanted in my sex life. I've been married, dated a woman and am now married again but I've never tried having sex with a man. Hell I didn't even know the lingo -- what's a MWM and is a Top the person who's on top? I needed to understand what was being asked / offered so I surfed the web looking for descriptions. 

After surfing a little bit I now know that a MWM is a married white male and 7" cut doesn't pertain to his height but to the length of his cock and that he's circumcised. c/d Top means a cross-dressing dominant male. Ok, now that I've got that mastered do I want to get involved? What am I - a top or a bottom and does it matter if I don't own any lingerie? I decided to drop an email to the person who posted this ad but I was paranoid about getting found out/caught. I created a pseudonym and got a web-mail account that I could send/receive messages from.

The message poster, Chris, replied back to my initial email fairly quickly with a suggestion that my experience didn't really matter and that he would be happy to initiate me to gay sex and to help me find out if I preferred to be a top or bottom. He suggested we meet at a coffee shop around the corner from one of the two men's bathhouses in our small city. He said that if we liked the look of each other we could go to the bathhouse and he would begin my introduction.

Standing on the sidewalk outside of the coffee shop and looking for a man of the description that Chris provided was nerve wracking for me. If it had been a bank I was standing in front of I'm sure someone would have called the cops thinking I was getting ready to rob it. Five minutes after the appointed hour Chris showed up. 

"Hi Sandy," was his cheerful greeting.

Hmmm I thought to myself, he's good looking, tall, at least taller than I was. He had hair just starting to be peppered with gray, mine was all gray now. He wore glasses like me and he exuded confidence with his sexuality. Chris had told me in his email that he liked gay sex for the differences it offered from having sex with his wife.

"Shall we go to the bathhouse?" he inquired. 

Without wasting a minute I answered, "Sure." 

We went across the street and around the corner to an unmarked door behind which was a small lobby with a window that looked suspiciously like a ticket wicket. I guess that was an apt description as an attendant quickly appeared.

Chris told him, "We'll have a double please."

Looking my way Chris said that he thought we'd be more comfortable with a room with a double bed than either starting with lockers only or one of us having a small room with a single bed. I agreed quickly, feeling my nerves beginning to tingle. 

We were buzzed in, given two fairly thin towels and two keys and told we had room 27 upstairs.

Up we went and I quickly discovered that this place didn't waste a lot of money on lighting, or perhaps that was done on purpose. I felt blind as we entered the second floor, it was lit only by a couple of red lights. My eyes would have to adjust to this lighting quickly if I didn't want to run into something/someone! Chris opened the door to room 27 and I found a double bed taking up most of the space, mirrors on two walls next to the bed and two decrepit looking lockers where we were to hang our clothes. 

"Let's get undressed and go downstairs for a shower and maybe the sauna or the hot tub," Chris suggested, wasting no time in losing his clothes.

I took a while longer and felt quite self-conscious being naked in front of another naked man. Quickly I wrapped my towel around my waist, Chris chuckled and hung his over his shoulder very casually. Exiting the room and locking it behind us we took another route to stairs leading both down and up.

"The TV room and the Glory Holes are up there," said Chris pointing upstairs.

(What's a Glory Hole? I thought to myself.)

Back on the ground floor I found a middling sized shower room with 4 shower heads and wall mounted soap dispensers. I hung my towel up on the rack and proceeded to a shower to soap myself up. I have a bit of a fetish about being clean for sex, also extending that to my wife (particularly if I was going to go down on her!).

Chris stopped me and said, "No, let me help you, you need to get comfortable with having another man touch you and stroke you."

With that he took a handful of soap and proceeded to lather up my back, moving to my arms then down to my butt. As he grazed his fingers across my anus I felt myself involuntarily clenching my butt cheeks.

"Relax Sandy," he laughed. "I'm not going to try and fuck you. At least not today," he added chuckling.

I let myself relax under the hot water and enjoyed the feel of these strong hands lathering my body up, moving across all of the important bits. I felt myself get hard as he began to lather my cock. Hmmm, I thought, this does feel good! My cock responded by rising to its full height of 10 inches --- ok well maybe it is closer to 6 inches but it felt like 10 with Chris soaping it up. Christ I was hard, I don't think I've been as hard when my wife and I have had sex.

Chris noticed the effect he was having on me and said, "Well it looks like we know that you like having your cock stroked, and by a man no less."

Mumbling something pleasant and incoherent I relaxed even further into his embrace.

When he judged I was soaped and cleaned enough he turned me around and ardently kissed me full on the lips, his tongue trying to probe my lips for an opening. I was so relaxed and turned on that I returned his kiss with equal fervour and opened my lips so his tongue could investigate my mouth. It felt different, the scratchy beard on beard, the force of his lips compared to my wife, but it felt good and I found myself losing all inhibitions in his arms. 

"Mmmmm," I murmured. "I like this Chris."

I felt Chris wrap his arms around my back pulling me closer into his embrace and then felt something I hadn't thought about, a hard cock sticking into my pubic area. I responded by moving my hips in and out rubbing my own rigid cock against his.

"Now, will you clean me please?" Chris asked.

I was happy to oblige, after all he had done such a good number on me I was turned on and tingling with expectation. I quickly soaped his upper body; I couldn't wait to get to his cock and bum. Chris turned around and let me soap his very nice butt. As I dragged my soapy hand over his anus he moaned and pushed back into my hand, "Make sure I'm very clean there please Sandy." I paid attention to this rose and accidentally slipped my index finger into his rear door. "Ummm, that's nice Sandy. Don't stop. Please finger-fuck me," he purred. 

I've never done this to my wife but instinct told me that what Chris wanted was my finger plunging in and out of his anus and to have me probe for his prostate. I don't know about you but when the doctor sticks his finger in to check my prostate I always get an erection. Doing what came naturally I soon had Chris bucking and driving his butt onto my finger.

"Oh God Sandy, I feel like I'm going to cum -- that feels so good," he gasped. "But please stop - I want to save my first orgasm for later."

I stopped but I was so turned on that I leaned hard against his butt, grinding my cock into his ass. Reaching around behind him Chris took my cock and directed it to his recently fingered hole.

"Here, try putting that in me to see what it feels like Sandy."

I've taken a couple of cherries in my day, have had sex with inexperienced women who were (what I considered at the time) tight but I've never felt anything as tight as Chris's asshole. It took quite a bit of effort on my part to push my cock in but as the head slipped by his sphincter I was able to slide in and bury my cock to its hilt in his soapy ass. I slowly withdrew, taking care to keep the head in and drove it back in. This felt nice, incredible and very hot. I was soon pistoning my member in and out of his willing hole -- lost in the sensations that I was feeling. It took a moment or so for Chris' voice to register but I finally understood what he was saying to me.

"Stop for now Sandy, we don't want you blowing your load too soon, do we?"

Pulling my engorged member out caused Chris to turn around quickly and drag me into a deep, forceful kiss. 

"Thank you Sandy." he breathed into my ear as he soaped my cock to ensure cleanliness for what lay ahead.

I guess I didn't mention it but while all of this was happening another man came into the shower and masturbated while watching us. 

As we rinsed off I heard our shower mate groan and in a pleading voice ask, "Can I cum master, please?" Chris, never one to pass on an orgasm, motioned for the man to come over to us. 

Chris knelt down saying, "Yes my little slave, cum for me, cum for your master, cum on my face!"

Our friend groaned, pumped his thick long cock a few more times then came in a huge stream of semen all over Chris' face. I counted at least 5 or 6 thick, white salty ropes of semen fly from his cock head and coat Chris' face from scalp line to chin.

"That's right my little slave, cum for your master!" Chris urged the man, coaxing a couple of additional squirts of semen.

I looked at Chris who smiled back at me and his face was coated thickly with warm semen. This was such a hot sight that I couldn't help but take my cock and wipe it across his face, pushing the semen toward his mouth. Leaning down I kissed him full on the lips and with that I had my first taste of another man's semen. Salty, warm, it was, at that moment, the best tasting treat I had ever had. I could definitely get used to the taste of this I told myself as I continued to kiss and lick Chris's cum-covered face.

When I finally stopped licking him clean he stood up and laughing said, "That was the best, hottest cleanup job I've ever had Sandy. You really seemed to enjoy the taste of his cum!" 

"Yes I sure did Chris, does that make me a bottom or a top?" I replied. 

"We've still got lots to do Sandy before we can make that decision. Let's go into the sauna for a bit."

We went into the sauna and compared to the shower room it was positively black. It took maybe 3 minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dim light coming from a low wattage bulb over the sauna heater. Chris and I were standing until our eyes adjusted and we could take a seat. When I could finally see I was treated to the sight of a young muscular man fucking the ass off of a middle aged man who was also sucking on the long, thin cock of a third young man sitting on the top seat shelf of the sauna.

Chris leaned over and said to me, "Now that's a bottom. He's servicing two men at once. Watch what happens."

I could hear the slurping sounds of the bottom's mouth on the cock that was buried in his face. I could also clearly hear the slapping of his bum-buddy's balls on his ass as he drove a huge cock in and out of this bottom's bottom. Hot was all that could describe the scene and I'm not referring to the temperature in the sauna, though that was probably around 100 F. 

It seemed that the two 'fuckers' were friends and were pacing themselves to finish at the same time. I heard the bum-fucker grunt, "Nearly there." 

And his partner replied, "Ok, another 30 seconds and I'll cum."

Not having a watch on I can well believe it was about 30 seconds later that both of the fuckers started to grunt and push their cocks violently into the poor bottom. It appeared that they both started to cum at nearly the same time and I could tell that the bottom couldn't swallow all of the semen being pumped into his mouth. He chocked a bit and semen spilled down his chin as he struggled to keep up with the flow. The guy fucking his ass was driving his cock in with all of his strength and I could almost feel the hot jets of semen filling my own bowels up. As he finished and pulled out, his rapidly softening cock was followed by a torrent of semen. 

"Thanks" they both muttered as they left the sauna for the shower. The poor bottom had semen dripping from his ass and mouth but wore a huge grin as he turned around to show us his own rock hard cock. He briefly stroked it and with little fanfare came violently himself. Having sprayed his semen across the sauna to dribble down the far wall he left presumably to get himself cleaned up. 

Chris hopped up on the top seat and told me to stay standing in front of him. Right there, at eye level, was his magnificent cock. Rock hard, with a large bulbous head and thick veins pulsing down its length it presented a challenge that I knew was meant for me.

"Try putting it in your mouth Sandy," Chris directed, in no particular tone of voice.

Licking my lips I tentatively kissed the cock head and was rewarded by it seeming to bulge even more. I ran my tongue over the taut head washing it in my saliva as a precursor to actually taking it in my mouth. 

"I don't know if I can take all of this beautiful cock in my mouth Chris," I whispered. From where I stood it looked monstrous, but in reality was probably the 7 advertised inches. 

"That's ok Sandy, take it easy, maybe you won't be able to swallow it all the first time but let's see. Start by sucking on the head," Chris replied.

I opened my lips as wide as I could and was surprised to find that his cock head slipped into my mouth easily. Maybe it was an optical illusion that made it seem so big, or the poor lighting, or my excitement. I gingerly moved my lips past the straining cap and wrapped them around his shaft -- so far so good. I tried moving the cock head in and out of my mouth to get the motion and feel of it sliding across my moist lips. Next I moved it further into my mouth and found the head lightly touching my uvula (you know that wiggling thing that hangs down the back of your throat). That's not too bad I told myself so I drove his cock further down my throat -- bad mistake. I quickly began to gag and had to pull it all the way out. 

"Sorry Chris," I mumbled. 

"Not a problem Sandy. Just take it slow, remember to swallow as the cock head reaches the back of your throat and breathe through your nose. That should make it easier for you to suck me." Chris coached in a soft, urging voice.

Back down this living pole I went, slowly this time, easing the cock head past my uvula and down my throat. I found that if I tilted my head back a bit it was easier as there was less friction on the back of the throat and more of the feel of swallowing a big hot dog. In just minutes I was surprised to find my nose buried in Chris' pubic hair (he kept it well trimmed I must admit.). Wow I thought, I've swallowed it all. I have 7 inches of hard cock in my mouth and down my throat. Yippee! Hmmm -- now what do I do with it I thought. A little voice in the back of my brain was saying "Suck it like a lollipop, move it in and out of your throat.", so that's what I did. Slowly, slowly I began to move Chris' cock back out of my throat only to drive it back in at varying depths and speeds. Hey, I thought to myself, I like this and I think I'm good at it.

For his part Chris sat mesmerized as his new pupil managed to take his whole cock in and was further able to begin to really suck on his hard member. I continued to suck, swallow and pull/drive this firm pleasure tool with a view to learning how to really suck cock. I felt Chris begin to tense up, begin to actually drive his cock into my waiting, wet mouth and wondered if that meant that he was getting ready to cum. A little voice was saying "Don't waste the semen Sandy, don't let him just shoot it down your throat and into your stomach. Pull the cock head out so he cums in your mouth not your throat." That little voice was prophetic because no sooner had I pulled his cock out so that just the bulbous head was in my mouth than I felt it flare and felt the first jets of semen flowing over my tongue. Jet after jet of warm, salty semen flowed from this pleasure fountain, so much that I quickly had to swallow lest I drown in semen (what a way to go though!). Chris continued to cum, more than I have in recent memory, and I was forced to swallow with bulging cheeks twice more. He finally slowed down and I was left with a manageable mouthful of his joy juice.

Pulling his cock out, so that I wouldn't actually suck it off I guess, Chris groaned, "That was fantastic Sandy, for a newbie you sure can suck cock. And I'm amazed and pleased that you actually swallowed it. You were sure doing it right. I haven't been that turned on in a while which you could probably tell by the amount of cum I produced."

I smiled at him as I swirled the last mouthful of his semen around coating my tongue, teeth and letting a little dribble onto my lips I licked them hungrily to coat them as well.

"Well, thank you Chris, I enjoyed doing it and I love the taste of your cum. I'm also amazed I was able to swallow your entire load, I've never seen someone cum as much." I murmured as I swallowed the last of this white gold.

By now we had been at the bathhouse for nearly an hour and I said that I would have to be getting back to work shortly. Chris was ok with that and suggested we go back to the shower as we needed to get cleaned up. 

Chris was eager to see me satisfied so he knelt down before me and began to suck my cock. Seeing that I responded by stiffening and swelling he stood up, grabbed a handful of the gel soap and quickly lathered my cock head and his anus.

"Here, you started here, let's finish here for today Sandy," he said and in the same breath drove my cock into his tight butt. "Go ahead Sandy, fuck me, cum in me and make me yours." Chris said in a subservient, little girls voice.

That got me going and I was soon continuing with the hard fucking that I had started with and that I had so recently witnessed in the sauna. 

"God Chris, I'm going to cum. You're so tight that I have to cum soon!" I nearly yelled into his ear.

He began to push back with his tight butt, driving my cock harder and deeper into his ass. I felt my sac swell then tighten as semen began its journey up my cock and into Chris' ass.

"Ungh, ungh, I'm cummmmming!" I cried as I emptied my load into his warm, tight ass.

I kept this up until I was sure there wasn't any more semen for miles around to pump out. I hugged him from behind and said, "Thank you Chris that was as good or better than any sex with my wife has ever been."

We rinsed off, went back to our room (which by the way we hadn't used at all) and changed.

As we went back downstairs to the front door I asked Chris, "Am I a top or a bottom?" 

He replied, "I'm not sure yet, you haven't experienced all of the aspects to either side yet. Let's wait until you've had a chance to experience all of it before we make that call." 

That was fine with me and just before we left the bathhouse I kissed him on the lips and said, "Thanks, same time next week?" 

"For sure," he replied as he ran his hand across my crotch.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 folks. 



Top or Bottom Ch. 02



It had been nearly a week since my introduction to gay sex and I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I made love to my wife I was thinking about that hard cock pulsating in my mouth and about the incredible cream that flowed from it onto my tongue. When I came I was thinking about the feel of Chris' tight ass on my rock hard cock as I unloaded my semen. All in all I think that I'm hooked on gay sex. I had to get Chris to meet me back at Steamworks so I could learn more.

I emailed Chris asking if we could continue with my education and he responded that tomorrow would be good for him if I could make it. I said that I could and settled back to dream about what might be. That night my wife wanted to have sex again but I pleaded tiredness so that I could save my semen for Chris. I told her that I was a little tired but that I would be happy to go down on her and bring her off. Having satisfied her I sunk into a sound sleep dreaming about tomorrow.

At work the next morning I was like a hyperactive kid who just finished a chocolate bar, all wound up and ready for some action. Noon couldn't come fast enough and I bounded out of the office for the short 10 minute walk to Steamworks. By prior agreement Chris had secured a double room again leaving my name at the front desk. I was buzzed in, given the requisite small, thin towel and headed upstairs to room 27. Knocking firmly on the door it was opened by a smiling Chris who swept me into his arms kissing me on the lips. 

"Hi," he moaned, releasing me.

We quickly doffed our clothes and headed for the shower, I was determined to learn more about gay sex and told Chris that. We cleaned each other then after a brief stop in the sauna to warm up (there weren't any other patrons in there at the moment) we headed up to the third floor TV/Glory Hole area.

"What's a Glory Hole?" I asked. 

Chris looked at me and said, "You'll see shortly." 

Walking into the third floor I saw a large screen TV that was playing a gay movie. Sitting on the couches were several men, most of whom were masturbating in time to the video.

Chris told me to drop my towel, as he did the same; he took my hand and led me into the TV room announcing, "I've got a newbie here who wants to learn about Glory Holes, any interest?" Three guys piped up that they were interested so Chris said, "He'll be in the second cubicle of the front row." 

Chris then led me into a very dark row of plywood cubicles and told me to go into the second one. I went in first and was grateful for Chris following me in next. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked as Chris took me in his arms and kissed me urgently on the lips. 

"There are holes at cock height in all three walls for you to enjoy sex with anonymous strangers. Up high on the back wall is a dispenser of lube for anal sex if you'd like to try, and I'm here to help you enjoy it. Now kneel down and see what's waiting for you," Chris commanded.

It was so dark that I couldn't see anything but by running my hands around the walls I found three hard cocks sticking out of the 3 holes.

I started by taking the middle one in front of me into my mouth while stroking # 1 and 3 with my hands. Chris passed me a little lube that made the stroking slipperier. I was concentrating on cock # 2 and trying to repeat last week's premier performance. The cock in my mouth wasn't as long as Chris' but it was thicker and I had to open my mouth wide to get it in. I guess my technique wasn't too bad or the guy had been stroking himself for a while but after only a few minutes I felt the flare of his cock head, a precursor to ejaculation.

He began to force his cock in and out of my mouth and I could hear muffled grunts and mumbled directions "That's it my cocksucker take all of me," were the few words that I could make out. Without much fanfare # 2 started to cum in my mouth and pumped 3 or 4 hot blasts of semen filling me. I guess that was all he had as he quickly pulled out of my mouth and left me to savour his hot cream. 

I swallowed quickly and peering over my shoulder asked Chris, "What should I do next?" 

"Why don't you try letting # 1 do to you what you did to me in the shower," he said, meaning let the guy fuck me.

I was a little nervous but very turned on so I stood up and turned to face my ass to the hole. Chris applied a liberal amount of lube and helped position my hole at the waiting cock head. I pushed back and it hurt until the head slipped pass my sphincter muscle and I was able to drive it all the way into my butt.

"Now lean forward at the waist and take # 3 into your mouth," Chris directed.

The booths were narrow enough that I could keep full contact with the cock that I was fucking while being able to take # 3 into my mouth and start to suck him off.

"Mmmmm... that's nice," I murmured around the long, thin cock that I was sucking. I was enjoying having the hard cock in my ass and clenched my muscles to provide an even tighter grip. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris slowly stroking his cock so I reached with my right hand and took over that job from him.

# 1 was starting to buck and drive his cock into me and I knew he wouldn't be too long in cumming. I started to clench and relax my butt hole and after only a couple of minutes I heard a guttural "I'm cummming, ummmmm, ummmm," from the other side of the plywood. I felt, actually felt, not just dreamed about feeling, the hot jets of semen filling my waiting ass. God it felt good as he unleashed his load into my tight bum. I kept my ass tightly pressed against the wood to allow him the deepest penetration possible. After a short while he slowed to a stop then pulled his rod out of me with a muffled, "Thanks." I pulled away from the wood and felt the semen dripping out of my ass and down my butt cheeks Chris took his hand and liberally applied the semen across my bum not wanting any of it to get wasted.

Now I only had two cocks to worry about and # 3 seemed to be taking a long time to get his rocks off. I tried different amounts of lip pressure, taking the whole cock except the head out of my mouth and then driving back down the shaft at various speeds. The focused attention soon got # 3 close to orgasm, his thrusts through the hole became more forceful and the small head started the characteristic flaring that always seemed to foretell the orgasm. This time I was a little disappointed as all I got were two thin blasts of semen, hardly enough to coat my tongue let alone have to swallow. 

"Sorry man, I came earlier," was the reply that accompanied his pulling from my mouth.

I had stopped stroking Chris while I gave # 3 my attention and I now stood up and turned to take him in my arms, kissing him with my semen-tasting mouth. "Now am I a bottom or a top?" I quietly asked. 

"Well I'm not sure yet, but did you enjoy being used by those three?" Chris replied.

"Yes, yes I did but that's not to say I don't enjoy using a willing mouth or ass," I answered. 

"Well we've got more work to do then," Chris stated in a light tone.

We exited the Glory Holes and went back to the TV room which by now seemed to be crowded with 6 guys watching two guys fuck on the big screen as they stroked their own cocks. Chris led me to the middle of the room, right in front of the TV screen and made me kneel before him. I had expected protests from the watchers but quickly realized that they were just as happy watching live action as a porno flick. 

Chris announced to the crowd, "This is my newbie cocksucker and he's going to satisfy me while you all watch. Anyone who wants to cum on him while he's sucking me is welcome to do so," he added to the excited responses from the watchers. Immediately 4 guys stood up and formed a semi-circle around me as I knelt in front of Chris' swollen cock.

"Suck me my little cocksucker," he commanded. "Suck me well. I want to cum in your mouth," he said as he grabbed me by the ears and forced his cock into my mouth and down my throat.

I could tell that he was turned on, his cock head was already swollen but I also thought that he wanted this to be as much of a show as possible. I decided that I would play up the part and began to try and pull him out of my mouth. 

I did succeed in pulling his cock from me and cried out, "No, no I don't want to have you cum in my mouth!" Chris recognized what I was doing and went along with the game.

"What? You little cocksucker, you are mine and you will suck me when I tell you to and if I choose to cum in your pathetic mouth you will happily swallow my cum," Chris responded by grabbing me by the hair and forcing his cock into my mouth. 

The assembled horny guys took all of this in as being a real forced cock sucking and began to stroke their cocks in earnest. One of them couldn't wait any longer and he stepped forward and let his load fly on my cheek. That seemed to send another of them over the edge and he stepped up as close as he could get and blasted semen on my forehead and into my eyes. Just as soon as these two had cum they stepped away and were replaced by two additional watchers. 

I thought that if I was to realize the goal of having all of these guys cum on me I'd have to put up a believable fight with Chris. I started to simulate a chocking sound and tried to withdraw the rigid pole from my mouth. "No, no," I mumbled around the cock. "I don't want to suck you, please don't cum in my mouth," I begged. 

This act was enough to send two more guys over the edge and they both crowded up close to my face and spurted hot semen on my cheeks and lips. So now I was sucking on one cock with the semen from a fifth and sixth lubricating my lips -- what a turn on, what a hot scene.

Chris was getting too turned on and I realized, and he did too, that he wouldn't last much longer. Continuing to hold my hair he pulled his cock out so just the tip was on my lips and with his other hand he began to stroke it urgently. This was a sign to the guys who hadn't cum yet that they'd better hurry up and join the cum-fest or they risked being left behind. Chris was stroking his cock so quickly that I knew he must be close to cumming. I made sure my tongue was sticking as far out as I could force it so the others could see Chris actually cumming on it. 

As he began to shoot his load and it flooded over my tongue turning it a glistening, slippery white the remaining cocks all began to cum at once and I was bathed with torrents of hot semen on my face, on top of Chris's cum on my tongue, in my hair etc. I had a bath in hot semen and I couldn't have been happier.

Chris finished his orgasm, the others joined him in wiping the semen around my face and pushing it into my mouth as a reward for a job well done/a show well made. I swallowed each bit of semen and licked my lips and the proffered cocks clean. Chris then helped me to my feet and led me from the room, taking me back downstairs to our double bed.

"God that was hot," I croaked with a crooked smile, my cum laced face looking up at a very happy Chris.

In all of this time I still hadn't had my orgasm and Chris realized that I would need relief and need it fast. My cock was bulging, rock hard and leaking pre-cum like a drippy faucet. With the door open so anyone walking by could see Chris got on the bed on all fours and proceeded to suck my cock for all his worth. Normally I can last for a while but after so much excitement and erotic titillation I was on the brink of my own huge orgasm in only a couple of minutes.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled letting Chris know that I was close.

Chris drove my cock down his throat and waited there while I came and came into his hot mouth. If I do say so I came a lot and was very happy to have a loving mouth to receive it. When Chris could see that I was satisfied he pulled off of my cock and kissed me full on the lips sharing some of my own semen back with me. We kissed for several minutes as we lay together on the bed. What a lunch hour!

After making sure each of us was cleaned up we left promising to get together in the next week. As we parted with a deep kiss I asked again, "Am I a top or a bottom Chris?"

Smiling he said, "Well I'm still not too sure, I think we need at least one more session to find out, see you next week."

There's more cumming in Chapter 3. 



Top or Bottom Ch. 03



It had been another week since my continuing introduction to gay sex and I still couldn't stop thinking about it. I was totally turned on when I thought about the fucking and sucking that I had done / had done to me. My wife even asked why I seemed so horny when we had sex and while I couldn't tell her it was because of my thought about Chris I brushed it off by telling her that it was her that turned my crank. That won me some brownie points I tell you and also let me have anal sex with her, something we didn't do very often. As I unloaded my hot semen into her ass I was thinking about the cock that did it to me last week.

I emailed Chris again to set up another meeting. He responded by telling me that we could get together but it would have to be Thursday evening after work. After work, I thought to myself, which may be a little challenging to organize so my wife didn't find out. I figured I'd brazen it out and tell her that I was going out with a few guys from work for dinner and a movie and that one of those guys was new to our group, his name was Chris. So in the final instance when you removed all of the extraneous words I did tell her I was going out with Chris -- right?

Chris emailed me back and told me that he was bringing some things that I would be using and that we should meet for a drink at 5:30 at a local watering hole near Steamworks. As planned I met him and we had a preparatory drink, he suggested I order a double of my favourite dark rum/coke. 

Raising one eyebrow at him in a questioning look he simply smiled and replied, "You might need the extra courage." I asked him if we were going to eat and he laughed saying, "Later, you'll get all you want to eat later."

We went over to Steamworks and paid for our usual double room but I noticed that the place was very busy and that there happened to be women in sight! Now I like seeing women as much as the next straight man but I didn't expect to see them in a men's gay bathhouse. 

Saying so to Chris he responded that Thursday night was the mixed gay/lesbian night at Steamworks, that the rooms were available to either sex and that everyone congregated in the TV room to start the evening. Now I was a little nervous as I quickly thought of my wife's friends to think if any of them were lesbian and whether I might run into them tonight. In the final review I didn't think there was much risk, but by that time we were already inside and heading up to our room to change.

We stripped off our clothes and headed back down to the showers for a quick, soap and stroke. As we walked in I was amazed to see two women and another single guy in the shower already enjoying themselves. The women were under one shower head and were happily embracing and stroking each other, trying to see who could get the other soapier if my guess was right. The lone guy was absently stroking his very long, thick cock as he paid no attention to the women at all. Being bisexual I was of course immediately turned on by the view and turned away to face Chris least my stiffening cock give my bi tendencies away.

Chris laughed when he saw my cock and said, "Well I see that you're already up for some fun." 

Taking me in his arms he kissed me and drove his tongue into my mouth, duelling with my own tongue. We started to soap each other up and Chris was also getting turned on "Turn around." he suddenly commanded and whirled me around so I was facing the wall.  

Moving up close behind me I was pleasantly surprised to find his stiff cock head pushing at my closed anus. He soaped both my ass and his cock head and then drove it into me with intensity. 

I groaned and slumped back into his arms causing the two women to look over at us and giggle. "Looks like the blond one is getting used, huh Sally," one said to the other. 

Chris responded by turning me so we were side on to the women and they could see clearly his cock and its rhythmic fucking of my tight rosebud.

Now Chris has a good sized cock and he took great pains to pull it all the way out and push it all the way in at varying speeds. He obviously wanted to give the girls a good look at his capabilities lest one of them be bi also. I felt a little foolish getting fucked in the ass with two women watching but I was also turned on by it all. 

The lone male came out of his cock-stroking trance long enough to take in the situation and its possibilities. He decided that I seemed to be under the control of Chris and walked over to us asking, "Can I join in?" Chris shook his head in the affirmative and pushed my head forward until I was leaning over at the waist, impaled on his stiff cock but with my mouth now available for cock sucking. 

Our friend stepped up and placed the head of his cock on my lips saying, "Ok you little cock slut, suck me off!"

Not waiting for an answer on my part he pushed his stiff cock into my mouth and down my throat. I can sure tell you that I hadn't had a long cock of such thickness and I nearly chocked on it. Once my throat muscles had become accustomed to the monster lodged there it got a little easier but my face fucker wasn't interested in my comfort or indeed in my technique. He simply wanted a hot wet mouth to unload in and really wasted no time in getting to the brink of an orgasm. 

As he started to cum he began pulling out of my throat, across my tongue and lips until the head remained just in front of my face. He stroked his huge member and coaxed stream after stream of hot, salty semen ropes to fly on my face, in my mouth, my eyes and all over my face. Of all the cocks I've had the opportunity to suck so far he came the most by far. I struggled to catch as much as I could in my waiting mouth and swallowed valiantly in an effort not to waste any of the precious white gold.

This action caused our soapy Lesbos to stop their fun and watch with awe as I was thoroughly face-fucked. Chris for his part was just able to keep from cumming on the spot and remained buried in my bum until our 3rd. finished ejaculating on me. 

"Thanks bud," was the muttered pleasantry from my fucker who wandered off without another word. 

"Wow, did he ever get used," one of the ladies commented, a little in awe I guess of the orgasm just witnessed. 

I looked at them and smiled, continuing to try and lick off all of the semen in reach of my tongue. 

Chris pulled his cock out and said, "Later, I'll cum later. Now clean yourself up cock slut." 

Having removed all of the semen from my face and after cleaning up Chris' hard cock we went upstairs to our room. 

Chris said "I want you to put these on slut." And he pulled out nylon stockings, garter belt, panties, bra and breast forms and a nearly transparent negligee out of his gym bag. 

Hmmm I thought to myself, I haven't had the pleasure yet of dressing in lingerie. I pulled on the hose, hooked them up to the garter belt, pulled on the panties over them (Chris said to do it in that order so my panties could be removed leaving the stockings in place -- makes sense I guess). I put the bra on and as I was inserting the breast forms Chris did it up in back. Over my head I pulled the sheer white negligee. When I was finished dressing Chris stepped forward and attached a collar around my neck to which he hooked what looked suspiciously like a dog leash. 

"Ok now we're ready to go upstairs. What ever happens you are not to question my commands, you are to obey them regardless of what you think. Do you understand my pretty little cock slut?" he asked. 

"Yes master, I am your pretty cock slut and I will do what ever my master wants me to do," I replied hanging my head and speaking in my subservient sex slave's voice.

We went upstairs to the TV room to find it awash in people of both sexes. From the two rows of Glory Holes I heard the muffled and not so muffled sounds of sex, male and female. I was getting so hard my new panties and negligee were tented out in front of me. 

"Come on slut, follow me," my master commanded as he pulled me into the room most of the eyes were trained on our entry. "Down, down on your knees, slut." Chris commanded and I immediately dropped to my stocking clad knees. 

As I knelt there Chris announced to the assemblage, "Here is my new cock slut, he is bi-sexual and is available to service any of your needs this evening." 

A murmur went through the crowd and two women stepped forward, "I want to fuck his tight bum" said a pretty red-haired woman. 

Her partner said, "And while she's fucking him I want him to eat me out, I've had two men cum in me already this evening."

The blond lay back on the large coffee table so that I knelt between her legs with my face in her bald crotch. Her partner already had her strap-on cock in place and told me to lean forward to lick her partner's sopping pussy. I was dimly aware of my panties being pulled off and the sounds of lube being applied to the plastic dong and to my recently fucked rosebud. 

As I began to take in the sights and scents of the woman in my face I felt a bulbous cock head pushing into me from behind. "God he's tight," the woman announced for all to hear. 

"Yes, he's only had a cock in him 3 times and twice it was me," Chris responded. 

Meanwhile I was surveying the wet, rather sloppy pussy that I had been commanded to eat. Apart from being wet with arousal there was a lot of semen both dripping from it and sticking to the smooth skin around this temple of pleasure. 

"Eat me slut," the blond commanded.

Never one to shirk his work I leaned forward and began to clean the lips and pubic area of all of the misplaced semen. After I had cleaned up the external surfaces I began to tongue between the lips. This lady has just been fucked by a man I thought, there is too much semen here, it must have just happened. As I licked her lips they puffed in response and opened like a beautiful cum-covered flower presenting her vagina for my easy access. 

I was quick to locate her clit and spent precious moments licking and gently sucking on it, encouraging it to rise to its full potential and being rewarded with thrusting into my face of this delightful pussy. I drove my tongue into her love canal and thoroughly cleaned all remaining semen from it. In addition my mistress began to provide me with a tasty stream of lady cum.

Grunting, "Come on my slut, suck on my clit and make me cum," my mistress demanded that I bring her to the heights of orgasm without wasting precious time. Her mate at my other end was enjoying ramming her fake cock into me; it obviously had contact with her clitoris and vagina as she was becoming more vocal. 

"That's right, slut, eat my princess, make her cum," she wailed. "I'm cumming" the red head said. 

"So am I mistress," the blond responded. At that moment I felt like the meat between two pieces of bread, at one end of me I had a pussy, ever-dampening, being forced into my face and tongue while at the other end I had a cock-wearing lesbian getting her rocks off by fucking me with a long strap on dong. 

Wow, I thought, this is something I've never had and maybe never will, better enjoy it. I returned with 110% effort to bringing off the lovely blond with the bare pussy and began to push back my ass onto the impaling cock, giving the redhead additional pressure on her aroused clit. Both women came in a shriek of orgasmic bliss that had everyone watching, and then cheering on the performance. As soon as they had cum the bald pussy was pulled away and the hard cock withdrawn, my two attackers faded into the crowd. 

Chris pulled me roughly up by the collar and led me around the room, allowing both men and women to fondle my swollen cock or tight rosebud. 

One man took me in his mouth but Chris said, "He's not to cum until he's serviced whoever wants it," and pulled my cock away from the disappointed mouth. 

"Can he suck cock and does he swallow?" asked a man with what could be best described as having a zucchini-sized cock (and it was only semi-hard!). 

"Yes Maurice, he does suck and will swallow any load he's given," Chris responded. "He hasn't ever sucked a cock the size of yours, though. I'd suggest you go easy. Have you cum yet this evening?" Chris inquired. 

"Ok, I'll take it easy and no I haven't cum yet." 

A murmur went through the crowd and I could only assume that it was because Maurice shot a huge load when he came. Oh my god, I thought, what am I getting myself in for and I shot Chris an inquiring (possibly frightened) look over my shoulder. 

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you but he cums the most of any man I've ever seen, so be prepared to drink a cream shake," Chris whispered in my ear.

For more tasty insights and to find out what happened with Maurice please see Chapter 4.



Top or Bottom Ch. 04



"Don't worry, he won't hurt you but he cums the most of any man I've ever seen, so be prepared to drink a cream shake," Chris whispered in my ear. 

These were the last words I remembered for a while that night. Maurice was to be my trial by fire it seems. Word spread like wildfire through Steamworks and a crowd of both sexes in all states of undress and arousal gathered in the TV room.

Maurice was a good looking man but the size of his cock did frighten me a bit, how much more could it grow I wondered to myself. Chris, in a loud and dominant voice said, "Kneel slave and prepare to receive a cum shake!" 

Murmurs of approval greeted this command as I fell to my stocking clad knees I could hear snippets of whispered conversation between the watchers, "He's been known to choke a man with that huge member...."

"I heard that he produces a cup of cum..." another whispered to his partner.

Maurice stepped forward and I could see that his cock was becoming hard; thankfully it was only stiffening up and not actually growing in length. It had a healthy circumference; I'd guess 5 or 6 inches around the shaft with a bulbous head of a luscious red colour. It was about 9 or 10 inches long, clearly the longest cock I've had the opportunity to suck. 

I kept my head down as a sex slave should do and when Maurice stopped directly in front of me he grabbed me by the hair and raised my face to his, "Now slut, service me. If I cum then you can consider yourself inducted into the cocksucker hall of fame," he gleefully commanded. 

Pushing his cock to my lips I had no option but to open my mouth and begin to take in this living pole. Maurice understood enough that he took it slow so I could lubricate the head and shaft with my saliva. I had no difficulty in taking in the head and was halfway down (up?) the shaft in no time. Now Maurice's cock head was at the back of my throat and the only way I would get the rest of this monster in would be to swallow the head and position my head/throat so it would slide smoothly down. I scuttled backward on my knees so I could lean forward onto my incoming fleshy missile giving him a nearly straight run down my throat. Swallowing (and remembering to breath through my nose) I drove my mouth along this monster and quickly found my nose buried in soft curly pubic hair.

Cries of amazement and cheers for my performance rose from the assembled crowd, "I didn't think he'd be able to swallow that entire monster!" said one man in awe, "But can he keep it up to make Maurice cum?" 

That, I thought briefly, would be the challenge. It was one thing to take a monster cock down your throat but quite another to put motion into the action so that he was stimulated to orgasm. Well, part one successful, let's see if I can do it long enough for him to cum, I thought.

I began to move Maurice in and out of my throat, producing as much saliva as I could to lubricate his cock. Little by little I was getting a pattern in place that I hoped would be pleasing and arousing to this living pole. I guess that what I was doing was acceptable to Maurice because he started to drive his cock back down my throat in reaction to my pulling it out. Next thing I knew he grabbed me by the ears and started to fuck my face in earnest. It was all I could do to continue to breathe as he used my mouth and throat for his own pleasure. I was dimly aware of comments made by the crowd admiring his performance and commenting on my ability to take all of him.

Maurice, in the meantime, had worked himself into a lather and started to grunt and gasp as he and his huge cock headed toward orgasm. I did feel his cock head blossom in my throat signifying his impending orgasm and wondered how much cum this man could produce. He began to pour his semen down my throat and at the same time withdraw his cock so I felt it first in my throat, next blasting into the back of my throat, then flooding my tongue and as he pulled the monster from my face he began to blast semen all over my face. 

"Ungh, umhhh, cummmmming, cummmmming," he bellowed as he reached orgasm. Stream after stream of hot semen shot from this monster cock and coated my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, flooded my open and waiting mouth and dripped from my face onto the floor.

Frantically I tried to swallow as much of this hot, salty gold as I could, I didn't want to waste any of my reward. Time stood still, it seemed, as Maurice came and came. The crowd cheered his performance, and I hope mine, as he slowly passed his peak and began to relax. When the last rope of cum had flown onto my waiting tongue he took his cock and used it to wash my face, gathering his semen which he then force fed to me. I licked and sucked his softening cock to clean all of the magic semen. 

Maurice left me kneeling, surrounded by aroused men and women. Someone stepped up and used their hard cock to continue the cleaning job Maurice had left, making sure I didn't miss any of the delectable cream. When he was done cleaning me and I was done sucking the cream he jammed his cock into my mouth and down my throat proceeding to quickly fuck my face and get his own rocks off. Grunting he gave me a second helping of ejaculate to enjoy. 

I looked to my left and saw two women fingering each other as they watched the action. Chris stepped forward and grabbed my leash jerking me roughly to my feed. 

"Come on slut, I've got more for you to do now," he barked as he pulled me across the room to the coffee table in front of one of the couches. "Get on the table on your hands and knees." he ordered. As I knelt I felt cool lube being applied to my anus, Chris slipped his index finger in and massaged my prostate causing my own erection to become painfully hard and throbbing. 

"Who wants to fuck my slave?" Chris asked. 

As several patrons stepped forward I thought, oh my god I'm going to be used by everyone and anyone who wants to get their rocks off. First one then another used my rear entrance to gain their orgasms. I clenched and released my sphincter muscle to give them as much friction as I could. They came in grunts, howls and moans, pouring their semen into me. After each orgasm the withdrawal would be followed by a flood of semen out of me, and down my legs to pool on the coffee table.

Several of my masters would use me to reach orgasm and as they reached their peak withdrew their cocks to spray their hot load onto my bum and back. I was soon covered with a hot shiny layer of semen that made holding on to me a test of their horniness. As the last available, interested cock had finished using me Chris once more took hold of my leash and commanded me to stand up. As I did so I saw a large pool of semen on the coffee table between my knees. 

"Drink all this juice slut," I was commanded. Dropping to my knees I hungrily sucked all the cum from the table top, licking it clean.

When I had finished my task Chris took me by the leash and paraded me around the floor. What a sight I was, cum still streamed from my ass, my bum and back were slick with semen and my face still had enough cum on it to be slippery. What I saw and heard on this tour was sex happening between men and women. Most of it was man on man or woman on woman but there were instances of men and women fucking as well. 

One woman fell to her knees and took my cock in her mouth giving it a fairly experienced sucking. "Don't make him cum," Chris commanded "I am saving that for myself." 

She demurred and pulled my painfully hard cock from her wet mouth, "Suit yourself master," she replied. 

Chris led me to a corner near the two rows of glory holes where a wall mounted TV cast its bright glow. He pressed me against the wall and kissed me roughly on the lips, lips that were still slick with semen. 

"Hmmmm, you taste nice," Chris commented. He ground his own rigid cock into my abdomen. "Turn around," he ordered. My ass was so slippery with semen, which continued to drip from my anus, that Chris had no trouble lubricating his hard cock for entry into my rear door.

"You are a fucking slut aren't you?" Chris asked. 

"Yes master, I'm a cock slut," I responded. 

"You want me to fuck you don't you?" 

"Yes master, please make me your cock slut." I said. Chris drove his cock in and out of my slippery hole; squishing noises accompanied the action as semen was forced out around his hard pole. 

He grabbed my hips and began to frantically fuck me for all his worth. "You slut, you little cock slut, you are mine, I am making you my cock slut right now!" he screamed as he pumped his own torrent of ejaculate into my accommodating ass. I pushed back onto his rod as best I could, letting him have his way with me.

A small crowd had gathered to watch this final assault on my ass. "Let him have it, show him who's boss." someone yelled as Chris was finishing unloading in my bum. 

To the accompanying verbal approval of the watchers Chris took me roughly by the leash and led me away, downstairs to the showers we went. Chris was surprisingly gentle as he washed me, paying particular attention to my face and ass so that no semen would remain. 

As we finished Chris took me back to our bedroom and gently closed the door. "Well, are you a top or a bottom?" he asked me after gently kissing me on the lips. 

"I'm a bottom master. I love to be used and abused. I get off on having men cum in my mouth, on my face or in my ass." 

"There, you've made the decision yourself. And what's more, you are my cock slut, my slave, my bottom and don't you forget it," Chris spoke in his master's voice. 

I bowed my head, knelt in front of him and said, "Yes master, I'm your cock slut. Please, please let me cum master." 

"Yes, you can cum, but you will have to masturbate and cum on your stomach for me," Chris commanded.

I laid back on our bed and began to stroke my erection. I was so turned on by what had happened tonight that I had to be careful not to cum too soon. After a few minutes I reached the point of no return and thrust my cock between my fingers grunting and gasping. I came in streams of semen which pooled on my stomach. 

"Now clean up your own cum slut," Chris directed. 

I quickly gathered all of my own semen up and drank it hungrily, licking my palm and fingers to get all of it. 

"Thank you master," I gasped in my little slave slut voice. "Thank you for letting your slut cum."

When I had finished we kissed deeply and cuddled on the bed, both of us thinking about what had happened tonight. Both of us were also dreaming of what might happen in the future now that we both knew I was a bottom.

Love and orgasms. There'll be other stories about my adventures and education in gay sex.



Top or Bottom Deck



It was one of those good news and bad news moments. Dana and I had arrived at the Marina all excited about our seven days on the houseboat. We'd hired it off the Internet. From the pictures, it looked okay for just the two of us. We walked down the hill to the wharf past some really huge, luxury vessels which I knew we couldn't possibly have afforded. They were obviously more for groups of people rather than couples.

Anyway, back to the good news and the bad news. The bad news was the company had double booked our boat and it had already left that morning. Before we had a chance to go into rant and rave mode, the bloke behind the counter said the boss has told him to give us one of the super-luxury models. He said there would be no extra charge, you bet there wouldn't, even though they used more fuel than the medium size one we were supposed to get. He said it was generally regarded the bigger boat used about 10 per cent more petrol than ours, so he would simply give us a 10 per cent discount on that. So we unloaded all our stuff from the car - all! By the time we got our gear on to the boat it looked utterly insignficant amid all the space The River Princess II had four bedrooms, two with double beds. It had a kitchen roughly the size of the boat we were supposed to hire and with a full sized fridge and stove and a dining table with 10 chairs around it.

The roof was a monstrous sun-deck and you could steer the boat from there or down below. We said our good-byes and our thanks to the marina people and headed out into the river. Upstream we could visit some historic sites, downstream, the river opened up into a huge estuary with secluded bays and magnificent rock-walls. Because we were still travelling pretty slowly, the current nudged us down stream. So go with the flow we decided - it had been pretty good so far. Dana drove while I unpacked our food supplies ... and stored the alcohol away. The fridge could hold just about all our supplies, so cold beer and wine was not going to be in short supply on this trip. By the time I had finished that job we were in open water. I joined Dana on the upstairs sun deck and lay down on one of the banana chairs. The deck had a wire frame around it and canvas tied to that, so at my level, was pretty private. I slipped off my shirt and shorts and began to sunbath in my jocks. Dana turned around, the wind blowing in her hair, her face already relaxed in a way rarely seen during our working life. "Nice body, spunk," she said. I suddenly decided some wine would be nice right now. We had bought it to the boat in a cooler, so it was already pretty chilled. I climbed down still in my jocks, grabbed a bottle and a couple of glasses and clambered back up, also taking some sunscreen with me. Dana had taken off her shirt was now in a yellow bikini top. I asked her if she wanted me to put some sunscreen on her. Good idea she said, adding this holiday she was determined to get the perfect tan rather than simply burnt. 

"Brown all over," I said. "You can do that up here."

"Yeah, I'd already noticed that," she said. 

I stood behind her and rubbed in the sunscreen. As I did, my finger got caught in the string of her bikini top and pulled it undone. No big deal, it made it easier to rub the stuff into her back. The wind though, blew the top out at the front.

"That feels nice, the wind on my nipples," she said. "Don't worry about doing it back up. Just leave it hanging around my neck and I could put it on quickly enough if I need to."

I retreated to my banana chair. Because it was shielded from view, I tucked my jocks up nice and tight, exposing just about all of my front to the sun except the last thing you'd one to get sunburnt ... John Henry himself, put on my sun-glasses and settled into the chair.

Occasionally, I would open an eye and catch sight of Dana,steering the boat, the wind teasing at the bikini top, revealing various amounts of her breasts. John Henry must also have been watching, because it made him feel good, too!

After about an hour, she called out: "It looks like there a nice beach way over there, how about lunch and a swim?

"Fine by me."

As she pushed the boat left, the wind suddenly hit her from another direction and the bikini flew up and struck her in the face.

"This things a bloody nuisance," she said, and whipped it off. 

Interesting, I thought. It was one thing to do that behind the screen, but obviously she felt okay in the middle of the river with no other people around.

After another five minutes, I thought I would do the right thing and go and get the lunch ready. I put my shorts back on and stood up. I was more than a little surprised to see another house-boat, about the size of the one we were supposed to get, only around 50 metres away. Either Dana was oblivious to this or she had decided she was on holiday and beyond caring about some of the civilities of her life hitherto. As we pushed on it looked both houseboats were heading to the beach.

"I think we might have some company for lunch," Dana said. "I'll see where they anchor and go to the other end of the beach."

I felt her ease off the speed as she waited for the other boat to choose its spot. Looking out the window, I saw the other boat cruise past us. The driver was a bloke about my age standing out the front. Behind him was a woman wearing only a pair of shorts. I think I guessed what might have inspired Dana to be a little bolder than usual ... competition. She always had that sort of streak. It was what made her good at job. Now the stakes were a bit different, out here on the river, but I reckoned she had probably seen the other woman, decided she looked just as good (which she did) and set out to prove it.

"They're going left, so I'll head right," she said.

"Port and starboard isn't it," I joked.

"Whatever, can't wait for a swim." A few minutes later we dropped anchor and then dropped into the water. A couple of times we hugged each other as we swam around the board. The water was warm and felt like silk between us. 

"How good's this," Dana said, nodding at the boat. "We could have a party on this thing."

"Right now I'd settle for some lunch ... on board or on the beach ... we can take the dinghy ashore if you want."

"Ashore it is then," she smiled.

I grabbed the food basket and loaded it into the dinghy. I was a little surprised to find Dana already in the boat, still without her top, but said nothing. If she's forgotten, she's forgotten, or maybe her commitment to an all over tan was the priority. One thing I had learned over the years was never to push her on matters like this. She makes up her mind in her own way and gets on with it. 

We spread out the picnic basket, ate lunch, drank some more wine, curled up in each other's arms and enjoyed the peace. I was surprised, again, to feel her hand reach into my shirts, but just like the new no top look, pleasantly so.

She quietly masturbated me to an erection and when I responded by rubbing her, she said, no this is just special for you. I wasn't about to argue ... it had been a while since we'd had the old no holds bar sex of our early days together. Both of us had jobs that required long hours in the office and a few more when we got home. Dana's work had been especially stressful over the past few months and when stressed, she found sex difficult.

When I was about to come, and she always knew that moment, she said with a giggle: "Time to go back to the boat and put all those bedrooms to use."

It wasn't long before we were going at it in the first bedroom we could reach which wasn't the one I had selected for us. Her shorts and knickers had come off quickly once we were back aboard the boat, followed by mine, and she gave me the sweetest head job I could remember in a while, mainly because it was the first in a while.

"Nice and relaxed," she said, removing my penis from her mouth for a moment. "You bet," I whispered back.

"Okay, let's get naughty!"

I felt one hand wrap around my balls, the other embrace by backside as she worked away on me.

Obviously, both of us hadn't heard the little dinghy pull up alongside, or the two people in it clamber aboard.

"Anyone there," a female voice said. "Hello!"

We both stopped and Dana put her head around the door of our room and called out "be there in a minute".

We quickly got dressed, well sort of. I only had my shorts in that room and so did Dana. Her bikini top was still up on deck. 

I went out first.

"Hi," said the woman whom I recognised was from the other boat and who still hadn't bothered to put on a top. Well you do notice these things.

"I'm Emma and this is Jack, look sorry to barge in but we forget to bring matches with us and since the whole kitchen operates on gas, we're pretty well buggered."

"Not a problem, we can give you some."

As I went to our kitchen, I noticed that Dana had not only emerged but was introducing herself to Emma and Jack ... and not trying for a minute to go upstairs and get her bikini or head to our bedroom for more clothes.

The competition again. If this woman could, and so bodly, go topless, she could to.

"Look, why not stop and have a drink with us," Dana said.

"Really can't," Emma said. "We've been going since before dawn and we're famished so we'd like to go back and get our lunch."

"Well, if you're hanging around this spot for a while, why not come back later," Dana suggested.

"Sounds like fun, we had planned to stay here the night," Jack said. "The beach looks fantastic!"

They tootled off and I said to Dana "want to finish what we've started". 

"Give me a second, I've got something I want to do, but hey super-stud, I'll be back soon.

She headed off to the bedroom. A few moments later she came back not dressed, as I suspected would be the case, but wearing just a pink G-string.

"Thought I'd surprise you," she said.

"You certainly have and you've just put it on and I am going to have to take it off."

"Right here," she said and edged the G-string down. So in full view of the sea-gulls and maybe Emma and Jack's runabout if it had a rear-vision mirror, we had stand-up sex. I love it because gravity does a lot of the work for you.

After we'd both come, we jumped into for a swim, both still naked, then climbed up the stairs to lie in the sun. 

The noise of the dinghy awoke the two of us.

"Shit, it's Emma and Jack coming back," I said.

Dana leapt up and ran downstairs and threw my shorts up to me. I quickly put them on and stood up and waved as they came closer. Emma was still topless. Yes you do notice those things.

They had a big bag with them.

"Brought a few supplies," Emma smiled.

"I'll come downstairs and give you a hand to get them aboard," I smiled.

So down the ladder I went only to discover Dana was also on hand as crew ... dressed only in the G-string.

Whatever Jack might have been thinking, he didn't show it as he balanced in the little boat passing up the bag.

But once that job was over, I reckoned I saw both him and Emma give Dana the once over.

"Drinks," Dana said?

"Drinks," we all replied.

She poured out some wine and we talked around each other until we discovered a few things in common. They were, it would seem, the people who got our boat. 

I felt a bit sorry for them. If they hadn't arrived so early, they would have been on this one.

But life's tough sometimes. I didn't say anything to them, nor did Dana who I noticed in between the conversations was looking absolutely stunning. Competition!!!

The sun started to set and Emma and Jack said they should head off.

Dana, though, insisted they stay for dinner.

"Yeah, not a problem," I said. "It was going to be steak and salad so no drama to throw on a couple of extra stakes."

"Fine," they said. So while I cooked and prepared dinner, Dana, Emma and Jack drank and chatted away.

It was almost dark by the time we had finished eating.

"I know we shouldn't on a full stomach, but I would love a swim," Dana said, "just to cool off for the night.

"Me too," said Emma. 

"Be careful," I said. "Hey why not put on these lifebuoy things?"

The boat had a dozen around the side, so I grabbed two and they put them on and jumped in. It was amazing how they made their tits sit up out of the water.

"Good view," I mused to Jack. He just smiled back.

"Emma is not normally this relaxed but she was determined to just be nice and loose this holiday," he said. "She's had a tough time recently and this is the chance for her to really get some normality back into her life. She's an accountant and really feels compelled to conform to the stereotype at work. I sense she really wants to let her hair down now.

"So far, so good!"

"We helped the girls back on board. I slipped a CD into the sound-system. 

"CD player, eh, we've only got a tape-deck," Emma said.

"You guys must be well off to afford something like this just for the two of you."

Guilt ran through my body but Dana and I kept the secret.

The music inspired Emma to dance and at one stage, as she moved past Jack and did a little lap dance type shimmy in his direction.

Competition! Dana was also up and dancing and the pair of them moved around each other. It was no strip-tease, since they were both all but naked anyway, but it was damn provocative for a couple of blokes whose own inhibitions had been diminished by sun, water, wine and good food.

A couple of times, they bumped into each other as they danced, and the next time, they actually kept in contact. Jack said quietly: "Every man's fantasy right before our eyes mate."

I thought "oh know". If there's one thing certain to get Dana's back up it's that blokie sort of talk.

She stopped and looked at me: "Well is it then?"

I shrugged sheepishly, the gamest I could get to saying yes.

"Well, Emma, let's make it come true."

"I'm not sure," she said. "I've never done this before."

"Nor me," said Dana, "but I reckon it's tonight or never, and never is such a long time."

With that, she reached and out hugged Emma to her her. Emma's response was a deep breath. 

My God, I was thinking, what's the story here?

It was Dana's hands which first touched Emma's breasts, but her response was to do the same thing.

Then Emma slipped down and kissed her on the front of the G-string.

"Take if off me," Dana whispered. Emma did.

"Now do the same for me," Emma said.

Both naked, they pushed their pussies into each other while massaging their breasts and kissing each other with out of control tongue strokes.

Then one of Dana's hands left Emma breasts, slipped down her stomach and pushed into her sex.

Emma moaned. 

"I need a man," she said. "Badly, badly, badly."

"Me too," said Dana, "and tonight we have a choice. Every woman's fantasy."

With that, she gently edged Emma towards me and moved over to Jack.

Skilfully, she removed his pants while giving him a deep-throated kiss.

I was too stunned to move. My sweet Dana was the agressor in all this.  I ... I tried to gather my thoughts as she kissed him down his chest and slowly enveloped the head of his penis.

"Hey, what about me?" Emma brought me out of my trance.

Could I, should I? What do you do? Just what we'd done way back at the marina. Go with the flow.

I reached for Emma and took her in my arms. It was more slow and sensual when I had expected in this environment, anything but raw sex. That's what Jack appeared to be enjoying. I saw Dana stop her head job, stand up, and pull Jack into her. She then leapt up and wrap her legs around him. Stand up sex for the second time today.

Emma lay down on the rug and I began to climb on to her.

"What's good for the goose," she said and stopped me, then positioning me for a head job as well.

"I've never had anyone come in my mouth," she said. "I think it's now or never and never is far too long."

This was electric. I came, she smiled at me and forced a little out so that it dripped down her chin.

"God I've always wanted to do that," she said. 

I felt a bit inadequate, unable to enter her with a deflating penis. But then I caught the view of my wife and Jack in the half-light. He was eating her while she had her head back, moaning wildly in between a breathless, whispered "yes, yes, yes".

I was hard very quickly and slid into Emma.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, hard, I'm a slut, a slut."

I did. Finally, we all rested. There were murmured "you okays" and stuff between Jack and Emma, and something similar between us.

The affirmative established all four of settled down to talk on the deck upstairs. It was mellow confession time.

Jack was right. Emma had convinced herself she needed to loosen up this holiday. She never went topless before but had found the courage to do it today and wouldn't care who saw her. She had got aroused she said at being in my presence without a top. Dana said the competition when the two boats passed had inspired her to do the same thing and the bolder Emma got, the more determined she was to keep up.

They stayed the night in one of our spare bedrooms. It was not really safe to go back to their boat late at night.

I heard Emma scream out three or four times "fuck me, fuck me, I'm a slut".

I was awake because Dana was keeping me that way.

After a logn while without, I reckon I had about four head-jobs that night ... and not all from the same woman. How good is this? And the holiday was not yet 24 hours old.  



Top or Bottom?



"I think it's about time we found out don't you Tony."

"Be my guest any time James. How do you want to do this?"

The first time Sam had fucked me had been sensational.

"Like this," I said turning him onto his back and wriggling between his legs. I grabbed him just above his ankles and pushed his legs up and open until the tops of them were pressing against his chest.

"Mmmmm baby my favourite," he sighed as I slid a condom on, undid the lube and put generous portions of that onto his anus and my dick.

His arsehole seemed like a beacon that was beckoning to me. I rested my cock on his perineum so that some of it was pressed against his balls and lay on him between his legs. We kissed again, long and lingering before I shuffled my body a little so that the end of my cock was pressed against his hole.

"Ready Tony," I asked as I felt him grip my bum.

"As I will ever be, go for it sailor." 

I pushed forward and saw him grimace as the knob of my dick stretched his sphincter. I slowed down and eased it further in very gently. The look on his face changed and the tension in his body reduced as I went deeper and deeper into his arse. Who knows what your cock actually presses against, but I was pretty sure that it must have reached his prostate so excited and aroused did he become?

I didn't move for some time and simply left my cock lying there as I took hold of his cock.We kissed a lot more and I squirmed my tits against his leg. That aroused me even further and now I simply had to cum and quick.

"You ready to be fucked Tony?"

"Yes do me, fuck me you tart."

I lifted the top part of my body up a little so that I could hold his cock. He was already holding it. I smiled and said. "Do you want to do that or shall I?"

"Do it together?" he replied as he started to wank himself. It was a gorgeous sight to see my cock buried deep into his arse as he jacked himself off.

I started to fuck him. I was not too fast, but did it with deep, slow thrusts that went far into him and then nearly came out.

I was near so quickly that I felt embarrassed, but fortunately he saved me by groaning.

"I am cumming James."

"Yes, yes, Tony cum for me so am I?"

It took just two more slow, deep thrusts for me to empty my cock into the condom and for Tony's cock to explode and stream his cum all over both of our stomachs.

I collapsed onto him my dick still deep inside him although of course it was starting to soften. But that did not perturb me for I realised that after fucking him I was now truly a versatile.