1 comments/ 192611 views/ 13 favorites Kevin By: storygirl69 I could feel his tongue on my pussy, gliding around my sensitive clit, bringing me to the edge, but never taking me over. It was the same dream I had been having for a year now, ever since my mom remarried, and her new husband had the most gorgeous son(Kevin), who is only a few months older then me. Kevin, is twenty-four, and has deep blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair, not to mention awesome muscles. He was always working out, well almost always, when he wasn’t working out he was either taking a class at the college, or on a date. Most of the girls he dated were cute, but I could never see anything more between them, mostly because they weren’t really his type. Right now he was just having fun, and not trying to find anyone serious. He had, had his heart broken when he was 19yrs old, his girlfriend of three years had told him that she had found someone else, and she was pregnant. He was heart broken, and for about six months wouldn’t even look at another girl. It was about this time that my mom and his dad got married. After our parents got married Kevin and I became close. We told each other everything, from what happened in school, and who we dated, and what we did on our dates. We would even talk about if we had sex, and if the other person was good or not. Sometimes we would talk about how we would seduce another person. I found that while talking to Kevin about this I would get really hot. One time I even noticed that he was getting turned on, by the bulge in his pants. Then one Friday night, I was walking from my bedroom to the bathroom, which was right next to his room, I could hear noises coming from his room. At first I couldn’t tell want he was doing, then I realized that he was screwing a girl. When I realized this, I went into the bathroom and starting fantasizing that he was doing me like the girl in his room, that he was pounding his thick hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. I started to finger myself, I was so hot, that I was soon cumming. Afraid that someone had heard me, I quickly went back to my room. About five minutes later, Kevin came and knocked on my door. I opened the door for him, and let him in, then shut the door behind him. He asked me if I had just been in the bathroom, I told him I had, he then asked if I had heard him. I knew that I couldn’t lie to him, so I told him yes. Then next question I was expecting, he asked me if I had masturbated when I heard them, I told him that I was so turned on that I had. He then asked me something that shocked me, he asked me if I like to hear him screw someone. As I thought about how to word my answer, he just sat there and watched me. I told him that I had actually been thinking of him screwing me. He got up from where he had been sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought that he was going to walk out totally disgusted at. Instead he walked up to me and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he told me that he had been thinking about me too. He said that every time he had sex with anyone, he always thought of me. He told me he thought that I had the perfect body. I have 36c breasts, and 32 waist, and 32 hips, I always just thought that I was a stick. Kevin then wrapped his arms around me, it felt so good. I loved the feel of his warm strong body pressed against mine. Kevin said that it was to late to do anything tonight, and he didn’t want our parents to catch us. He said he had an idea, and that I should be up and ready to go by 8:00am. That he was going to take me somewhere. That night I feel asleep dreaming of everything that could happen, everything that I wanted to happen. I was up before my alarm, and I was showered and dressed by seven-thirty. I had decided to wear a short green miniskirt, and a white button up shirt. I didn’t wear any panties, and I wore a very sexy white lace low-cut bra, and kept the first four buttons undone. At eight I met Kevin outside at his car. He told me to follow him in my car, that way if our parents wouldn’t realize that we were together. So I got in my car and followed him. It was a long drive, and when we got there we were in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t have any clue where we were. Kevin got out of his car, and came up to me. He said that there was still a little way to go, but he wanted to go the rest of the way in my car. So he climbed in the passenger seat, and directed me where to go. When we got to where we were going there was a cabin, about 100 ft from the road. Kevin then explained that the cabin was a friend of his, and they had made a deal that every two weeks they would switch off and take a girl up there, unless they were told otherwise, there wouldn’t be anyone up there. Kevin took me in the cabin, and led me to a room in the back. He then shut the door, and began to kiss me. Soon I was sticking my tongue in his mouth. He was gently caressing my breasts, and my back, he was moving his hands down my back, and was soon at the hem of my skirt, he slowly lifted my skirt, and began to caress my bare ass. He moved his hands slowly forward, and began to play with my already dripping pussy. He stuck his finger in my pussy, I let out a moan that broke our kiss. Kevin got down on his knees and started to lick my pussy. Just like in my dream, only this time it was real and I could feel the heat of his tongue on my clit. Soon I was grinding my pussy into his face. Kevin then stood up, and pushed me onto the bed. He unbuttoned my shirt, and kissed my neck and ears, I was so hot, he could have made me cum then. After he had removed my bra he kissed his way down to my breast, he took my nipple in his mouth and started to suck it, while he pinched and played with the other one. I was so turned on I started to rub my clit. He must have realized what I was doing because he then took my hands and put them over my head, and held them there. He then went back to sucking my breasts. I was practically screaming with pleasure, it felt so good. I started to beg Kevin to take me, I wanted him so bad. He just looked at me with a smile and went back to doing what he was doing before. Soon I was cumming, my orgasm was like a shock going through my body. Kevin then kissed his way down my body until he reached my pussy, he sucked on my clit causing me to let out a gasp. He continued to tongue my pussy, to the point he was screwing me with his tongue. By now I had recovered from my orgasm, and was now trying to match his pace. Kevin stood up and took off all his clothes, he told me that he was going to take me, he told me he wanted to screw me, and that he wanted to be able to cum inside of my hot wet pussy. Then he entered me with my skirt still on, he entered me hard, it felt so good. I nearly screamed. He was soon pounding me. I could hear his balls slapping up against my ass. As he was pounding me he started to rub my clit, I was now screaming with pleasure, and calling out his name telling him to make me cum. That made him go faster. Once again, my orgasm shook my whole body, making me scream. Kevin then came, he made a grunting sound, and lied down next to me. We fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke up, we decided we had better head home, before our parents start to wonder where we went. We got home at about five o’clock. Nobody said anything to us about being gone. Kevin and I went upstairs to talk before dinner. He said that we should keep dating that way our parents wouldn’t get suspicious, and we would go to the cabin every chance we got. If our parents ever went out of town we would even do it at home. Once in awhile, if we happened to be home on a night our parents were out, I would give him a blow job. I can’t wait until we are able to move into a place of our own. We will have fun. Kevin Hi, this is Kevin again. Hope u all enjoyed my 2 stories which I posted before. Everyone has that "one song" that always brings them back to their youth. Even though I am only 33, the song called "The Summer Of 69" has always held memories for me due to the factor that this story takes place on a summer. And it was the most romantic and memorable summer of my life. Johnson was a friend of mine. He was born and raised in kerala, in the traditional keralite family lifestyle. His father was the classic military man who got stationed in Assam. I met johnson when I was 14 years old and we have been inseparable ever since. We were close friends and did everything together. His family was my family and vice versa. So it was hard when johnson told me the week before our college graduation that he was going to go in the military like his Father and he and his mother would be stationed at his Father's base in Assam. I felt like I was losing my best friend, and my family, and it was not the easiest thing to swallow. johnson and I shared a mutual "going away party" (however, I wasn't leaving for college for another two months). And we both said our mutual emotional goodbyes. We really didn't say much that day, just let the day past, realizing what the next few days would bring. The day of johnsons's departure to boot camp came and went, and life continued circling around the sun. The summer was slow and unnerving, living in a small place you have very little to entertain yourself with, and when your best friend ups and leaves, it's even more difficult to do the things you like. I dated girls on and off that summer, yet found more pleasure in just working for a computer firm as trainee h/w support to learn more abt computers and keeping busy. That's when things got really strange. An year had past since johnson and his Family had departed, and I was at work place sitting and just twiddling my thumbs doing nothing. As usual, a noon time call came to the counter and it was my job to go to customer place to check the problem as none of the h/w engineers were free. So with great "excitement" (note the sarcasm), I got in my scooter and drove off to this nameless street with a bag of tools. I pulled up to the apartment complex, walked up the stairs and went to the assigned room number. As I knocked on the door and waited for the recipient to answer the door I just stood there doing nothing, glancing briefly at the name plate mentioned the name "nancy" on the door. I kinda just chuckled and didn't think much of it. Suddenly someone opened the door and my mouth hit the floor. As the door swung open I couldn't believe who was standing across from me, nancy, johnson's mother. "kevin?!?" she exclaimed in excitement! "Mrs. nancy! Oh my God!" I exclaimed in response! We both laughed and embraced as though we hadn't seen each other in two lifetimes. We chuckled and did the classic hug where your upper body sways side to side in excitement and unison. "Come in! Come in!" she said excitedly I could only smile and walk in. "Is johnson with you? If that son of a gun didn't call me and tell me..." She cut me off with only a slight smile "No, johnson's still in assam, with his Father. Living the military life and doing things that he was bred to do!" I nodded politely and said "good good" and tried to continue the conversation with the best of my abilities. "Where's Mr.andrew? He still in Assam as well?" "Yes she replied," as her smile dwindled and we both walked to the couch in the nearby living room. She continued: "Mr. Andrew and I are going through a trial separation right now, things weren't just working out..." "Oh no," I responded concerned, these people were just close to me, it wasn't something I was expecting to happen, they always seem so happy. "I am so sorry!" I kinda mumbled, not knowing really what to say. "It's okay," she said taking a seat next to me on the sofa. "it was bound to happen, johnson were born from the same mold, it just didn't work me not being the classic Military Wife." I nodded, it was awkward to hear this news, being the same age as her son I didn't know really how to respond, it was something I felt you just sat there and went "uh-huh, uh-huh" aimlessly to please the other party without putting your foot in your mouth. "So how have you been?" she asked excitedly. "I bet you're very excited about ur first job?" I nodded politely and told her about the job and my family. The talking went on for a while, it was the type of chat that you just have to be polite. Our conversations continued on the same path for about an hour or two when my phone rang. It was my boss and he needed me to come back. It was back to business as usual. She patted my hand and told me she understood, she walked me to the door and we embraced one last time. "You need to stop by again sometime soon. We can rehash old times!" she said smiling beautifully. I nodded and responded: "Sure, tell me when and where and I'll be there." "How about tonight? Dinner and talk? How's that sound?" Her smile was extremely soft after proposing the question. I nodded and agreed, I told her I would be back at seven with "bells on". I returned to work, did the traditional stuff and locked up. I returned to Mrs. nancy's house washed, shaved and clean. It was like meeting old family, it was the least I could do. When I showed up to the door, I discovered that luckily I wasn't over dressed. She was wearing a white button down shirt with a tight business skirt draping her legs. The dinner was short, sweet and to the point. We talked about old times and drank wine and enjoyed each other's company. As the night was coming to a close, we found ourselves on the living room couch chuckling over an old photo album filled with pictures of me and johnson. It was really sad to see those old embarrassing photos and talk about old times. Page after page after page began to show these beautiful photos of Mrs. nancy at her best, in wedding dress, sweat suits and dresses. "Oh yes, but that was EONS ago!" she laughed "I haven't been that good looking in years!" "Don't say that Mrs. nancy, I think you are beautiful!", which wasn't at all a lie. At 38 years of age, Mrs. nancy stood at 5'5, no more than a 103 lbs had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and a figure that just went on for miles! "You're sweet, but in all seriousness honey that ship sailed along time ago." She shook her head and kept flipping through the pictures, we both did, it was something unexpected and surprising, then, all of a sudden, she just lost it! She broke down and cried right there, sobbing in tears at the pictures and repeating "oh God what've I done?" over and over again. I draped my arms around her hold her, "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh kevin," she said between sobs "I just feel so alone, how could he leave me? How could both of them leave me!" The tears just flowed like rain drops, I only rocked her gently, I had NO CLUE as to what to do. "It'll be okay, you are absolutely beautiful Mrs. nancy, you'll find someone else, I swear it!" she kept crying and through the tears could only say: "Oh, that's so sweet Drew honey, but I'm getting too old to do the dating thing again, I just want someone to treat me right, treat me special!". The tears continued to roll, non stop and unabated. I held her and consoled her, telling that everything was going to be okay, and like any good "son", I kissed her on the cheek. It wasn't suppose to be romantic or erotic, it was just a reassuring kiss to let someone know that you cared. But then it went all down hill from there. I laid back on the couch as she laid her head on my chest, she continued to cry, and I kept my arms around her, trying to calm her down. Her hand rubbed my flat stomach and she continued to sob. I kissed her forehead, and kept trying to calm her down, but no avail. I was about to give in and leave, when it just...happened. I went to go kiss her on her cheek when she looked up at me and just kissed me on the lips. Not a quick peck or "good-night kiss" but a full fledge, tongue in mouth kiss. She pulled away from my face and didn't say anything, we just looked at each other and then another kiss, then another and another. She straddled my hips and continued to make out with me. I could feel her tongue slide in and out of my mouth, as her hands held my hands and forced me down on the couch. Her moans of pleasure were interrupted by brief words of "so long" and "haven't felt his way". The words just somehow trailed off as her hands left mine and explored my button down shirt, snapping each button along the way and exploring my chest. Those beautiful soft hands continued until they got to the seem of my pants. There, through the thin fabric she felt my hard seven inch cock, growing and pulsing! She began to unbutton and unzip my pants and I tried to object, then she looked at me tenderly: "Please kevin darling," she said through tear stained eyes "I need this so badly, it's been so long!" I didn't know what to do, I just brought my right hand up and brushed a tear away from her cheek and nodded non chalant. It could have been the wine talking, but I didn't care anymore. Mrs. nancy continued to remove my pants and kneeled before my now exposed member laying across my waste. Kneeling on the floor she blew on it gently with her mouth, making it twitch in anticipation. She eyed it hungrily and just looked up at me in astonishment, slowly but surely Mrs. nancy lowered her mouth down to my cock. Not touching it with her hands and using only her mouth. Slowly she licked the shaft up to the tip and kissed it all the way back down. Bringing my cock slowly to attention she took her soft hands and wrapped it around my circumcised shaft and lowered her mouth onto my rod. I nearly exploded with all my might as I felt her cool mouth wrap expertly around my cock. Up and down she bobbed her head as though this was the last cock on earth. I closed my eyes and just lived in the moment as I felt her drool drip down my cock, bringing extra sensation to the blowjob. The slurping sounds got louder as she feasted on me. "nancyyyyyyyyyy..." I moaned in excitement. "honey..............," she said briefly removing her mouth from my cock. I don't know why, maybe it was the booze, or the erection itself, but her name rolled off my tongue with every moan and slurp she made. It had to be one of the best blowjobs of my life, and without even a warning I exploded, hard and fast. I looked down to see nancy continue to slurp my cock as river after river of cum exploded in her mouth. My cock finally stopped and she began to lick it clean. As the orgasm subsided, I watched as my cock grew harder, and more and more painful with out the physical contact of nancy's mouth or touch. She looked up kinda school-girlish and grimaced. She could only smile and we really couldn't say anything, she began to look away as if she were ashamed and with all my strength I pounced on her, slamming her to the floor. Her legs wrapped around my naked body and moans came flying out of her mouth as I kissed her neck, licking and nibbling with inch that I moved. My mouth slowly moved down her body, with such strength and aggression I ripped open her blouse to reveal her beautiful c-cup breasts in a lacy-see-through top. Gently I lowered my head kissing her chest then moving over each breast and gently blowing on it. Watching as each darkened nipple harden through the braw, I nibbled on each cloth covered tit as though it were gold, and finally, like her shirt, ripped her bra off her. I sucked on each tit hard and passionately. I felt my tongue rubbing up against each nipple inside my mouth, tasting the saltiness of her skin and smelling the perfume of her body. All the while laying on top of her, I could feel her sex becoming warmer and wetter as time progressed and my kisses became more passionate. As I continued to suck I lowered my hand to her knee, rubbing her legs gently and softly, feeling their smoothness and tightness. Slowly trembling my way up her skirt, feeling every inch of her till I found her wet pussy inside her panty-less skirt. I continued to suck as my fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. She moaned "Yes, kevin darling, that feels so good!", only fueling my fire and passion. Slowly I lowered my fingers into her sex, and her whole body tightened, as though frozen in stone! The vast intake of breath from nancy only made me harder as I felt my fingers rub the inside of her warm sex. She trembled in my arms as I lowered my mouth and kissed her on her lips. My lips left hers and continued to traced down her body, as I got down to her skirt, I lifted it slowly, as though I were with a virgin and having sex with her for the first time. The smell of her sex was overwhelming as I stared at her shaven wet pussy in all it's glory. I lowered my head to smell her passion and finally lowered my tongue out to flick it gently against her clit. I felt my world close in around me as she wrapped her thighs around my head, forcing my whole face into her pussy. I licked passionately, tasting every inch of her, as I watched her head throw itself from side to side in slight moans of pleasure. As I continued eating her I watched as her hands pinched her nipples and squeeze her breasts as though she wanted to pop them. The more and more I licked the more louder her moans and screams became, I could feel she was close with each additional lick. I lifted my head only to smile to the sounds of "You stopped! Why did you stop!", she looked up at me in wanting eyes, as though I had backed out. I only smiled and leaned in closer to kiss her, as we kissed I felt the pain of her mouth biting my lower lip. As I entered her tight fuckhole, she screamed and immediately began to shake, and she clawed her nails down my back as her orgasm rocked her body almost immediately after I was fully inside her pussy. "Oooooh!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD!! OH!! "Ooooh Yes! Oh God that's sooo good!! Ah!! Oh fuck!!" IM CUMMMINGGGGG!!! AH!! OH!! OH!! OHHHHHHH!!! Oh baby!! fuck me!! Fuck me now!! Ah!!" nancy Aunty was an absolute animal underneath me, and I did as she pleaded. I began to pound her tight little pussy for all I was worth, while sucking, kissing, and biting on her titties, driving her over the edge for the second time in about thirty seconds. "Oh!! Oh kevin!! Youre...Youre stretching my pussy!! Oooooohhhh Ive never felt anything like this!! Ah!! Ooooh! Harder baby Harder!!! Ohh!! Rip my pussy up with your huge prick!! Oh yes!! "Oooooh!! Oh!! Oh God!! Oh I love your fucking cock!! I love feeling it so deep inside my cunt!! Oh fuck me baby!! Fuck!! Ah! Ahhhh!! YES!!!" OH FUCK!! DONT STOP FUCKING ME!!! AH!! AHHHH!! YES!! YES!! MMMMMMMM GOD!! You fuck so goood!!!" nancy Aunty was writhing and bucking so hard underneath me that I couldn't tell if I was fucking her, or trying to stay on a wild bull in a rodeo. After her orgasm subsided, I maintained my rock steady fucking of her pussy, and nancy Aunty was rolling her eyes back in her head, and the moans that turned to screams that she was making resembled those of a feral nature rather than human. I began to pound her slow and hard, slamming my cock all the way into her pussy, and removing it all the way, just to do it again. nancy Aunty was going absolutely crazy fucking my cock. She was kissing my neck, and then biting, licking, and then sucking again. Her hands were all over me, clawing my back, pinching my nipples, gripping my ass, my aunty was the absolute wildest fuck that I had ever had. I pulled out of her, and rolled her over onto her knees so that I could fuck her doggy style. She immediately grabbed my cock and guided it inside her steamy pussy, and she began to buck against my cock. I was completely still, and my aunty was fucking herself at an incredible pace with my cock. I grabbed her ass to slow her down and get my control back, and I began to slap my nancy Aunty's ass, each slap eliciting a scream of pleasure from her mouth. I grabbed a hand full of my nancy Aunty's hair, steadily pulling her head back while I pounded her pussy. I leaned up and suckled her neck and earlobe while I maintained my grip on her hair. "I cant take much more kevin!! Youre so big....ohhh!! Ive never felt anything like this!! Ah!! Ah!!!!YESSSS.....YESSS....Just like that.....FUCK ME....Ahhh....Ahhhhh" I felt nancy Aunty cream all over my cock for the second time, Her legs once again found themselves wrapped around me as I slid in and out of her slowly. Feeling the warmth of her pussy and listening to her moan louder and louder. Finally I removed our two entwined bodies and lifted myself up with out removing my cock from her pussy. I took both of her legs and forced her ankles close enough to her head as I could. She screamed out as if being raped as I pounded my cock deeper and deeper into her. "OH GOD, SO CLOSE SO CLOSE!" She could barely breathe. The words were so strained through her lips, her body glistening with sweat, that I could barely take it anymore. Quickly she screamed: "OH GOD! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMIIINGGGGGGG!" With the tightening of her pussy around my cock, I too began to explode in her with a mutual orgasm, filling her with every ounce I could, milking me dry to the point where I collapsed beside her. We laid there on the floor holding each other the rest of the night. We slept together that night, holding each other and sleeping as lovers, and only awaking every once in a while to kiss each others lips. If you all really like this story, kindly send me feedbacks to the address in my profile. all comments are appreciated. I am Kevin 33 male from Bangalore. If any school girls, ladies, aunties within the age range of 18-50 from Bangalore, Mysore, Chennai, Tamil Nadu and Kerala wish 2 know more about me and like to have a pleasant, secret fun, then don't hesitate to mail me ur comments as well as ur fantasies. Looking forward to all your mails. Kevin Thirty two, and a Lawyer, we met late one night in an "our city" chat room. He wanted to interact with local people who shared his interest. We had a very interesting chat; he was open and very funny. I bantered with him, for most of the evening, after we dismissed the cyber sex issue. Being a man online he still quizzed me with intimate inquires all night. We joked back and forth, as he told me carnal admissions of his online dalliances and hook ups. It didn't hurt that he was very good at flirting, and before long I had divulged that I was lonely; actually randy as hell; because my husband was on a business trip for a month. After awhile, I told Kevin while I enjoyed our chat, my eyes were starting to hurt, so I was going to bed. That was a fabrication of the lubrication caused by the explicitness of Kevin's stories, I was going upstairs to bed and try out my new jelly bunny. He said he was sorry I had to go, but if I wasn't really tired, he wanted to know if he could call me and talk with me on the phone. I decided I would let him call me. I requested that he give me five minutes to go upstairs and get in bed so if he bored me to sleep, I wouldn't have to move. I let the house phone ring several times before I answered. "Hello Lola?" Kevin asked sounding so sexy and charming. I decided that I might indulge myself with a little phone sex, it could be wonderful. I loved his voice, very deep and soothing. We briefly "broke the ice" so to say in this new mode of communication, but we had already laid most of our cards on the table chatting online. "So are you lonely being without your husband?" He boldly entered into the conversation. "Yes, you just don't know." I was surprised by my own honesty. "So if I come by your way, could I sleep over?" Kevin countered. Oh my was he direct. "Yes, but you will have to use the guest bed room." I replied. He responded with a hearty laugh. "Have you ever cheated on your husband?" He asked. "No, and I don't plan on starting." I informed him politely. "But, that hasn't stopped you from wanting to scratch that itch has it?" He replied. "True, but I have a twelve pack of C cells, I bought for those occasions." I countered back, thinking I was witty enough to somehow derail his erotic interrogation of me. "C's? You would need some D's to replace me, no you better buy one that plugs into the wall." "Oh my, Kevin, is that because of the size or endurance?" I asked suddenly feeling bold. "Do you think I could get a picture of you?" Kevin asked changing the subject with the obligatory question, usually requested online. It was actually refreshing that he had not asked before now. "I don't know Kevin; I don't like my pictures ending up on the Internet." "I would never do anything like that. I would just like to know what you look like. I have a picture on my profile and you don't. Besides you don't sound like a fatty. Plus I once got tricked into having phone sex with a guy." "Wow, how did that happen?" I asked, while giggling. "I'm not going back there Lola, trust me I use visual displays all the time in my line of work. A picture is worth a thousand words." He wasn't done yet with his smooth talking self. "There's nothing wrong with two lonely adults, satisfying a need, a physical need, by a non physical means when our significant others were not around to assist us." He was just as slippery slick, I told you he's a Lawyer. I was vulnerable and opened up expressing my loneliness for my husband and my need for sexual healing, and he exploited it. "Kevin if you were here and kissed me, it would lead to much more." "I wouldn't object to that!" He said and we both laughed at his comment. "So after you kissed my lips where else would you kiss me?" I teased. He cleared his throat before replying. "I would kiss each nipple, then I would run the tip of my tongue around them teasing you. "Mmmm." Slipped out when I touched my nipple listening to him. "I'll softly kiss down to your belly until I can flutter my tongue on your navel, is it an innie or an outtie? How about that pic so I don't have to ask anything else as I work my way down? He continued to press. I was getting so aroused from his teasing that I was moaning and whispering his name. "Kevin?" "Mmm right here baby, I like how you say my name." his sexy voice growled. I was getting so hot and bothered, I decided to send him a pic. If only so he would stop asking and finish me off. "Hold on a sec okay? I said getting up from the bed. "Is something wrong?" He asked. "No I'm getting up to send you a picture with my cell, but I have to slip something on. I sleep raw, if you know what I mean?" "Hell yeah...you don't have to wear anything for me, send that pic just the way you are." he chuckled like a schoolboy, thinking about the image of my naked body no doubt. "I'm sure you'd love that but...Not!" I said to his implied request. I was butterball naked, and I was not going to take a chance of my picture ending up in some real milfs photo album online. Still I slipped into an outfit I wear when my husband is not paying me the attention I want. A thread bare white wife beater; and white lace thong panties. Guaranteed to get me my way every time. "What are you putting on, that's taking so long? Kevin asked getting impatient, after about thirty seconds. "Hold your horses" I said putting down the cordless and walking over to the mirrored sliding doors of my walk in closet. I held my cell phone out over my head and snapped a pic, looked it over then tried several shots tilting the camera lens for a good angle. I could hear Kevin from across the room asking if I was still there. "Okay I'm ready to send this picture. Are you on your cell right now? I asked. "No I'm on my home phone, using the speaker." He said. "Really? You like it hands free don't you, you dirty boy?" I teased. "Oh they aren't free." He laughed back. "Okay give me the number so I can send you the pic." I punched in the number and sent him the pic. It wasn't studio quality, just a phone cam snap shot of me from head to mid thigh. The flash blurred the top of my head, but I don't think he was interested in how I was coiffed. "Okay I'm opening up your pic. Wow you're beautiful! Hold up a second, okay? I'm down loading you onto my laptop. "Hey wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "Calm down girl, just so I can use the screen to look at you without holding this phone. Just another second the file is finishing right now. Mmm...mmm...mmm. How the hell does your husband leave you for a month?" "Oh you're so nice, when your horny." I said. "Baby believe me, I wouldn't lie to you. Looks like you're a smoothie. Am I right, do you wax or shave? He quizzed. "I'm not telling. You wanted a pic, now can we get back to where we were..." I said stripping off the little tee shirt and climbing into bed. "Yeah, yeah your right, why ask, I think I see through those." He added. Shit! Maybe he could, they weren't see through, but the fabric had thinned from washing. I had not thought about him enlarging the phone snap shot. Damn being a tease will get me in real trouble one day. He cleared his rumbling voice, "Now where was I, yes my hand is...sliding down into your panties to caress your smooth little pussy..." As he said it, I touched it. Kevin's words had power and produced tingles, and twitches. Even though he wasn't there; in my room; he still affected me in physical ways. It was making me uncomfortable; almost to the point of dropping the phone from my hand. Sobbing from excitement I pleaded. "Kevin! Stop, please just for a moment. Oh God!" "He can't help you now, it's just you and me girl." He assertedly stated . "Oh, Oh, Oh, you doing me wrong, this is crazy stop it." I pleaded. "Not until I'm inside of you Lola." he said. He didn't stop either; I didn't even know what he was saying a good part of the time. He just moaned or growled commands in his deep voice. The snatches of words pounded into my head, telling me where to touch, press or probe. He was inside my head, and he commanded me to do kegel exercises so I would grip his cock tighter when he finally put it in. He knew his stuff, because I felt a warm gushing sensation coming over me. I inhaled sharply, this was incredible. The thongs thin crotch was wedged in between my puffy lips as my body fluttered from mere words. I peeled the soaked thong off before I responded to him. My mind was racing when I said "Kevin you can have me, but let me be on top for awhile." Then I described in graphic detail a fantasy of mine; one I actually played out before; but now I substituted Kevin for my husband. "Relax and let me please you with my tongue and hands." I told him. Then I instructed him on how to move his hands to stimulate mine. As he stroked himself, I reached into my night stand and got old faithful. I slipped the tip of my eight inch vibrator into my mouth, then I began nosily sucking and licking it for the sound effect, as I described what I would be doing to him. Aside from the occasional "oh shit", he just moaned with pleasure as I coaxed him to ejaculation. He lubed up too, I've given my husband enough grease jobs, to know the sound of one when I hear it. Not long after I heard him shout "Oh" several times loudly. Then he sheepishly said "Oh shit, girl excuse me while I get a towel to clean up." "Let it stay where it is. I want you to remember you're all sticky and spunky from me." I told him. "Well alright, now allow me to return the favor." Kevin stated as he described his oral technique. He starting off by French kissing my pussy, and sliding his hot tongue deep inside of me. I imagined my lips taking him and working passionately over his cock, which I desired that very moment. We enjoyed pleasuring each other in the sixty nine position. Then Kevin rolled me over and took me hard and fast. He bought me to orgasm when he called my name and groaned "Lola...I'm Cumming!" After catching his breath, he said "God you're wonderful." "I know." I replied ever the smart ass. I told my husband about this episode and he boldly offered a deal that I'm sure Kevin can't refuse. Should I ever decide to go through with it Kevin promised to assist me, I won't have it any other way. I will not discuss the deal in this story, but this is an assurance to Kevin, if he should ever read this blog, my promise is in writing. I phoned Kevin about a month ago to catch up on what is happening in his life. He was in the car traveling from a business deal. I told him how much I missed chatting with him and wanted to catch up on things soon. He asked if my hubby was taking a business trip anytime soon. Then he asked if he could come to see me. I told him how much I truly enjoyed our intimate encounter on the phone and that he was someone special, and he will get to do something that no other man will ever do. But for now I think it's best to keep things between us as they are. We chat often and whenever my husband is out of town for long periods of time, he gives me great phone chat. Kevin All The Way... I guess when I first met Kevin after chatting on the internet I could never ever have imagined just what a wonderfully perfect relationship would occur between us. He was lovely and from the first time we talked, sat in his car in the local Zoo overflow car park, we seemed to hit it off. It was not hard for me at all to handle him as our conversation progressed, or even to feel awkward in so doing, talking about our likes and dislikes, what turned us on and off. He accepted my move without rejection and seemed to enjoy when I slowly unzipped and sucked him. It was lovely and divine just to feel the bloom of flexible pungent cock sunk into my mouth He has always said since that first time, just how he likes the way I just help myself of him. The excitement and thrill of that first time remains more so though because of his fear of our being caught in a pubic place, to me it was like being naughty in the school playground and maybe being caught and punished, but I had to respect Kevin's concern - so apart from a quick feel and suck that first time, a whole week elapsed before we saw each other again. We needed to find somewhere where we could do it without fear of anyone seeing, away from a public place. But not knowing Kevin I was despondent about inviting him to my place in case he was not prudent, but in fact of course he was equally as prudent having himself a wife and an aged mother to look after I later discovered. All in all I liked him and it seemed perfectly right to share my most innermost feelings with him Then we managed to arrange something at my place discreetly on a Sunday morning when the wife did her church bit. Although she and I were still happily married we were no longer sexually active so I was able to discover those deviances I always knew about but could never activate, at least not since I was in the RAF when me and a bloke called Bernard did some experimentation with each other - and I always remember frantically wanking him off in his bed in the middle of the night, which was about the only time we could get some privacy. But when it came for my wanting his fuck of me he could not get it in there and kept shrinking, so that didn't last. For a long time, when I get the place to myself, I have spent much time experimenting with tool handles and the like, graduating in size to see just how big I could go up there, but the most exiting, that is before I got an anal vibrator from the private shop, was one of those screwdriver with the grooved handle which made for a very exciting fuck, something which made me cum several times, but then the spiral vibrator , which was something else, and the feel of the buzz inside was a bonus. I just have used that a hundred times, having often to replace the battery. It was good fun while it lasted, but you know how it is, I started to crave for the real thing, I fantasised just how it would be having real flesh and blood up there. I felt, between my buttocks the real urge for a nice warm cock inside, imagining just how that would feel and how I would really enjoy the actual feel of it sliding in and out of my ass. That's when I went into the gay pages on the internet. What a long haul it was though to separate the guys who just wanted a cheap thrill, exchanging dirty talk or MSN images on screen, to someone who was serious and really wanted to meet up. I was so lucky, although I'd been let down three times, Kevin was right there on the spot in the car park as prearranged - at our local supermarket, his hand waving at me as I recognised the car registration number he'd given me. He knew me by the red rose I wore in my lapel and so we were face to face after three months chat online. And, as said, we seemed to gel from the start, so as not to be too conspicuous though, he drove me into the empty overflow car park, but as said, it was not all that private, but enough for me to excite him in undoing his zip and taking out his large swelling underneath. He smelt good to me and I soon discovered tasted good too. I soon played out one of my wanton fantasies in sucking the guy and hearing his moans, and feeling his balls at the same time. So wonderfully soft and moving they were, I cradled them gently and squeezed in my hand as I deeply sucked the guy almost to oblivion! That was nice for starters and I was on a roll, in a complete fixation with his stiff throbbing and pulsating prick rolling in my mouth to get the real feel of its deep pungent and earthy flavour, it had been a long time since I had sucked cock, but instantly the memory was there But then he yelling:- "Alex, we'd better stop, too dodgy here" so that is when we talked about where we could do it privately, that was a must for Kevin - and I wanted it so much I just had to fix something, and soon too, I had already enjoyed a taster and wanted more, so very much more ... but eventually I got to arranging a private meeting at my place the following Sunday at 10.30am My wife would be out until midday so it gave us a good time to really get acquainted. It was lovely too, hardly inside my door I could already see his jeans were full with a good hearted swell in the crotch, and I soon rectified that by giving him a good feel. He said that was so nice, that he had been aching for it ever since our first meeting. By this time my heart was thumping like nobody's business and I knew we were both in for a ravishing time, but I was already wondering if he would fuck me or is he expected I would fuck him, one thing he didn't known at that time and we had not talked about was that - I was a taker and not a giver. I had a problem with a full erection but I was more than happy to give by hand and mouth and of course take it inside And I simply adored oral sex, with the right guy that is. So soothing always the feel of a good quality hard cock in your mouth, tasting it with the tip of the tongue wrapping around the full knob end. I needn't have worried because after stripping each other and rubbing our cocks together and me dropping to my knees, my giving him a full mouth suck while his rough builders hands started to ravish my ass. It was a wonderful feeling and I instinctively rolled and wiggled for him to enjoy- prompting him to go further and rim me there, then his turn to take my cock by mouth, glancing down - he on his knees now, watching his head jerk slowly to and fro as I felt those wonderful tangs of his strong sucks send me to heaven. It really was all so lovely and perfect just standing there fo0r his pleasure and feeling his mouth work on me like that, as his fingers slipped up between my ass cheeks and found the place they wanted to be. In my mind I heard my Dad telling me when I was young that I had legs like a girl, I have never forgotten that and low and behold. Kevin said the same thing. He also complimented me on my lovely tight ass that was asking to be fucked and I was just fine with that, feeling a quiver shoot-up my spine imagining soon he would be fucking me. Looking back and during my experiments which were often in the bathroom, because of the mirror angle - that I could see the insertion making me more rampant, I could adjust the mirror to get what I thought was the best image of my ass as I bent steeply over the edge of the bath. I experimented with slapping and light caning too and sometimes with a clothes brush head which I did find very stimulating indeed. But now it was at last the real thing and bent over the edge f the bath Kevin was quick to respond. I gave him the jar of Vaseline to lube me up which was really exhilarating but I had already prepared myself somewhat with my morning dose of spiral vibrator deep penetrating massage - so I felt capable of taking Kevin's sweet primed and ripe fresh sucked cock without any difficulty at all. I hungered for it and told him so, to forget any inhibitions and to let himself go. He was in full head, his cock standing upright and ready for action I saw as I twisted my head around in readiness for his penetration I took a deep breath ,closed my eyes and opened my thighs wide to help him penetrate. Firstly I felt the heat of his knob-end press me between. Thinking he was pressing in the wrong place, I twisted my hand around, took hold of it and guided it to the appropriate place and we weRe go-go, me feeling that so wonderful surge of stiff prick inside me, me helping him to work it into me by moving side to side, he with his hands firmly gripping my buttocks and I knew this was going to be quick, because he was panting like a proverbial animal and to be fucked like that for the very first time was a real experience to behold. The magic of at last feeling hot cock inside was absolutely stunning, I pressed my ass as high as I could to receive his full penetration and man! was he enjoying it. I thought, like with the gadgets I had tried up there, that I could use my rectal muscles to stimulate him, but it was not like that at all, I was so full and stretched with his abundant helping of prime cock there was no room to manoeuvre. As he pumped me I did feel a surge of pain, Kevin must have realised, he asked if I was alright, but I thought to hell withy it, I wanted his fuck more than anything and if it involved a little pain at first so be it, the pleasure was worth is and I told him to fuck me harder. He took the hint and for the next five minutes I was sent to my heaven again, as he pounded it into me, Then him yelling if it was alright for him to cum inside me, no way would I have wanted him to stop at that critical moment - and anyway I wanted to experience the full package, so I said to go for it. I can tell you now that the first fuck with Kevin was perfect, and then the second a week later, the third a week after that, even better if that was possible. Then there were all the other things we discovered we enjoyed of each other, like the sucking after sex, he never wanted to stop sucking mine either, he admitted he had a craving for cock sucking that drove him wild. He could never get enough of me, He even got me a job working in the builders yard with his firm so he could suck me off whenever an opportunity arose, usually in the foreman's office and as he was foreman that was easy. He'd approach me at all sorts of different times and I could tell from the look on his face that he wanted his dose of cock. He sucked me to delight, to heaven and back, he even got me harder than aver before and seemed to manage to make me cum sometimes three times a day which was really something for me. Of course it was a bit more awkward for us to do the full thing because you never knew when someone would knock on the door. We had it sussed with the sucking activities in as much that if anyone did knock at the door, I would quickly zip up and sit at his desk opposite him hiding my embarrassment below the desk, and he pretending to be reading out a job sheet to me. But dear, Kevin, if ever that happened and he hadn't finished me off, he would jolly well make sure he did afterwards, so there was I, sat on the edge of the desk, legs apart and cock unzipped for him have his fill. It got to the point my cock was numb with his deep sucking and my balls well rubbed, and sometimes to feel his tongue delve in-between my cheeks and into my hole was a riveting experienced which I loved so much, but he only went that far if he was going to fuck m later, because he knew I would be beside myself for desire and the fuck of his hard cock well and truly planted inside me once again... More later ... Kevin and Adam CHAPTER 1 My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America's largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan. It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either north-south or east west. Each street, whatever its length, always retains the same name, so that you always know where you are on the "grand plan" as it were. You may, of course, be miles from where you want to be, because the streets can be very long, but blocs are numbered in a very regular manner so that you can easily find places. All in all it is a very logical layout and numbering system, which beats New York's hands down. Chicago was, for many years, America's second city, but with the growth of Los Angeles on the west coast, it has fallen to third place. Nevertheless, Chicago is a huge city with lots going on. It's a great place to live and I love it. The downtown area, the centre of the city is called the Loop, which takes its name from the fact that a superannuated, overhead city transport light railway rattles in a loop around the area. To the east of The Loop is Lake Michigan; south of The Loop are the poorer suburbs and many industrial plants; the Near North Side begins just north of The Loop, where North Michigan Avenue, Chicago's most prominent north - south thoroughfare, crosses the east-west orientated Chicago River and becomes what I personally consider one of the finest streets in the USA with some fine shops and shopping malls and some great architecture, both ancient and modern. Chicago has long been famed for the most advanced and adventurous architecture in the USA, ahead of New York and other cities. To the immediate west of North Michigan, the quality again drops off rapidly, but to the east in a sort of triangle formed by the avenue itself and a road called Lake Shore Drive, which follows the shore of the lake as it runs north at a somewhat western angle. The upper part of this triangle is a nice place to live. There are some fine apartment houses and a few newer, smaller hotels in private hands, which offer their clients something more individual than the large chain hotels, most of which are present in downtown Chicago or around the airport at O'Hare, out further west. This triangular subdivision, I suppose I should call it, ends just north of one of Chicago's iconic old hotels, the Drake. Here, North Michigan Avenue meets its definitive end as it merges tangentially with Lake Shore Drive, which continues its northern course along the lake shore to the east. On its west side, looking out over Lake Michigan are large apartment blocks, forming what is called the Gold Coast. This is one of the best residential areas of Chicago proper, as distinct from its many far flung suburbs. Just a few streets over to the west, the quality again drops off dramatically: the beauty, if beauty it is, is but skin deep! Why am I telling you all this. Not because I am a city tour guide, but because I work in the office of small real estate agency, Boardman's, which concentrates its sales efforts on precisely this rich area and a little further north. I am what, in the language of the profession, is called a "negotiator" which is an upmarket name for a salesman and I joined the Boardman agency aged nineteen, as a trainee negotiator. I had no real academic qualifications to speak of on leaving school and had taken a job in a supermarket, but then I got the chance of this job in the property business, so I jumped ship and took it. Boardman's has a series of branches all over the Chicago area, but I had the luck to be sent to this Gold Coast branch, as it was called, which dealt with property in the area I have just sketched out above. Initially, I was sort of the odd-job boy, the only male employee, in an office staffed by some six ladies of indeterminate age, all of whom were determined to "mother" me. Why was this? Well, even though I say so myself, I was an attractive (I still am!) young recruit, with nice manners and well spoken and these ladies simply adored having a man about the place. Alas, they did not know that I was totally gay, a confirmed and practicing homosexual from the moment I left high school and I wondered what their reaction would be when it finally, as it inevitably would, became common knowledge where my sexual inclinations lay. Well, in the event, it was a non-event. They just accepted me for what I was; a handsome looking, nice mannered guy. I was not, and am not today, an effeminate type. On the contrary, I had always been a keen sportsman and gymnast at school and I know that my body, and, dare I say it, my cock, were the envy of most of my school friends. So my lady co-workers did not feel they had an effeminate type in their midst, which I think they might have found embarrassing. Anyway, I was totally accepted for what I was by all of them and we all got along together with no problems. At the time I joined Boardman's I was already living alone in a rented room. My father had caught me in my bedroom, in the act of fucking my first male conquest. I must have been mad to think that I would get away with it, but he walked in on us as I was battering my partner's arse as hard as I could. My father is a very straight laced type and could not believe that I, his only son (I have two older sisters) could be gay. Anyway, there was an enormous bust-up, which resulted in my leaving home, accompanied by a flood of tears from my mother and sisters. But my father was adamant; no homosexual, not even his own son, was going to sleep under his roof. We went through a long drawn out dramatic row together, the outcome of which was that my father might just as well have uttered those immortal words "Never darken my doorstep again". He did not actually say that, but he made it quite clear that I was no longer welcome and should leave. So that was that and away I went, to the sound of my mother's entreaties to let her know where I would be staying. Aged nineteen I was out of the family home, on my own and had to paddle my own canoe, which quite frankly, I really did not much mind. My life at Boardman's was very pleasant. I was soon taken out on sales presentations with one or other of my female colleagues and I quickly saw what was needed. As I have explained, the Boardman office where I was located had, as its sales territory, all this northern part of Chicago, of which the jewel in the crown was the near North Side and the Gold Coast. But there was also lots of other, less desirable real estate a little back from the lake, all of which was eminently saleable, albeit to a somewhat different type of clientele. And sell them we did as greenbacks were greenbacks whether from wealthy lake front buyers or from more modest types looking for a starter home, not too far from the downtown area, to renovate. I was first allowed to take out prospective buyers alone, when the office was overwhelmed with requests to see properties for sale. I quickly discovered that in joining a realtor's office, I had fallen on my feet, for I had a natural ability to talk to clients, listen to what they wanted, and show them what we had on our books which might meet their requirements. Once started as a salesman proper, I found I had the knack of twiddling the prospective clients around my little finger as I have that much desired, but difficult to acquire, attribute called empathy: clients truly thought that I understood their problems and desires. And who is ultimately to say, for I was successful in the gentle art of "closing the deal": getting clients to sign on dotted line and thereby earning my commission. So I very quickly became a good salesman. Realtors are notoriously poor payers of basic salary, but shell out lots on commission, so you have every incentive to sell. So sell I did; I earned loads of commission and was soon making a very good income. Well, now that you know what I do for a living, let me fast forward from a beginner aged nineteen to today, when I am twenty three years old. If you can believe it, I turned out to be so good at "closing the deal", that from my joining Boardman's aged nineteen, by the time I was twenty one years old, I was the top salesman in the office where I worked. So, for the past two years, just wait for this, I have been earning just over $100,000. - each year in salary and commission. This year I might even make $120,000.-! It sounds amazing, I know, but it is a fact. Were my female colleagues jealous? If they were they never showed it and life at Boardman's was just great for me. I loved the job and was earning big bucks. I wondered what my father would have said. But we had no contact; I occasionally met my mother in The Loop in Chicago's top department store, Marshall Fields, for a somewhat mournful lunch, but that was the extent of my contact with my family. CHAPTER 2 So, now you know all about how I earn my living, what about my private life? Well, as I told you earlier, I am a regular practicing homosexual. I am totally gay and, outside the office, I lead a gay life-style. My earnings quickly let me leave the one room I had taken when my father threw me out of the family home and I rented a large two bedroom apartment on the top floor of a newly renovated block, called Lake Shore Towers, on the near north side, just below the Drake Hotel. The building was not actually right on the lake shore itself, but was near enough to allow the poetic licence beloved of property developers to give it this grand sounding name. To be fair, from my apartment on the top floor, you could just see the lake, but that was it. And quite frankly, I have never myself been turned on by the thought of having a place with a view on the lake; all you look out on is endless water, grey a lot of the time and not terribly appealing; but that is just my view, which, when I am showing a prospective buyer a Gold Coast apartment with a lake view, I keep to myself. On my earnings, I could easily afford the rent and it was nice to live in a good neighbourhood with quality shops, bars and restaurants, all within walking distance. As I told you, I had been a keen sportsman at school and I had joined a gym as soon as I had enough spare cash, to keep myself fit and to try to improve both my body and cock size. Cock size, whatever anyone might tell you, is an important component of one's self confidence and is of prime importance to gays, whose main focus is pretty well always on the male sex organ, which we often refer to as our 'man-meat'. So, as in the gym, I met a number of other guys who were, like me, gay and who also wanted to build up their bodies and cocks, I soon developed a small group of like minded friends, with whom I had regular sex. There were six of us, a well matched group of gay young studs, all six foot or just over in height, each of us very well muscled and, most importantly, each of us with a good sized fuck-pole between our legs. I don't want to sound boastful, but it is a simple incontrovertible fact, that I had the biggest cock. This did not particularly make me the leader as we were, as I said, a well matched group, but it did give me personally a great sense of satisfaction. At the end of the day, whatever anyone might tell you, size is important and I was really glad that I sported plenty of inches where it mattered most. The six of us formed a sort of club, which we jokingly called the Lakeshore Copulators, for at the end of the day our main occupation whenever we met, was fucking each other in every different way conceivable and boy, it's amazing what you can come up with if you try! So on Friday evenings, we all got together at one or another of our places - we all lived quite separately by the way - and had a little fuckfest and let me tell you that we must have found every conceivable way of using our cocks on each other. All in all, Friday nights were an absolute ball; we all enjoyed ourselves enormously. I hate to think what my father would have thought had he known what his son was getting up to now; remember, I was only nineteen when he kicked me out of his house, having he found me having sex with one of my friends in my room. I guess he would have gone totally mad to find that his son was a committed gay who indulged in all kinds of sexual practices which for him, were beyond the pale. I am sure that he would have seen me as a pervert, but I really did not care what he might have thought. Neither I nor my friends ever hurt or offended anyone and to a man we were all well spoken and polite towards other people. Out activities were all in private, so what the hell. There is just so much hypocrisy about sex, so we just got on with doing what we wanted as a group of consenting adults indulging their sexual desires and fantasies in private. I should perhaps explain something about gay sexual relationships and here I am not talking about lifetime commitments, where two guys fall in love and form an item, but about casual or recreational sex, call it whatever you will. Guys fall into three distinct categories, which can be described as Tops, Bottoms or Polyvalent. A 'Top' is a guy who only fucks another guy's butt, but never allows any other guy's cock to enter his own anus. Some of these guys remain anal virgins for life. They fuck other guys' butts like rabbits, but never ever allow anyone to fuck them: their fundamental orifice is strictly off limits. So their sex life depends upon finding another guy who is happy to have is arse fucked. As you might image, being a rigid top is really a very limiting characteristic; but there are lots of them around, believe me. From the point of view of physical satisfaction, a top is well placed to ensure his personal satisfaction. He simply bangs away at his partner's hole until he himself reaches orgasm, with all the wonderful feeling that phenomenon always brings. Whether the bottom receiving the pounding reaches the same degree of satisfaction depends totally on the top who is fucking him. Often the top simply climaxes himself and that is that, whilst the bottom of the encounter may be left feeling totally frustrated. A 'Bottom' is just the reverse: he is a guy who loves taking another guy's cock up his own arse, but who never himself feels the need to use his own fuck-stick on another guy. I guess that this group relies upon really good top partners to bring them to orgasm, otherwise they are stuck with jerking off their own dicks, which given their proclivity for being fucked rather than fucking themselves, I imagine they do quite often. I imagine that their sex lives are easier than that of a die-hard top, for lots of guys are always looking for someone to fuck; so bottoms are in great demand. I suspect, but I am not certain, that those permanent unions where one guy takes on the role of husband and the other that of the female, are made up of a top and a bottom, who, because of their individual but opposing preferences, make up a harmonious couple. It is interesting that even a committed and practicing gay such as I am, still finds certain aspects of homosexual relationships unclear; but that is the way it is. The third category, the Polyvalents, to which group I belong, enjoys both fucking and being fucked. It is, to my mind, the very best of situations and avoids, in cases where two guys do become an item, the attribution of the role of wife or husband to each party; where two polyvalents get together as an item, then it is a union of equals, which is the type of union, if I ever get to that stage, I personally favour. Both partners to the union enjoy being with each other and enjoy a mutually harmonious conjugation of the verb to fuck in the both the active and passive voices. So, what of my personal sex life? Well with my small group of like-minded gays I had encountered at the gym, we form a small, tight-knit group, which once a week, usually on a Friday night, meets together for an evening of sex. Where do we meet? Well usually in the apartment of one or another of us, but often in my own place, as I have a bigger apartment than my five buddies. And what do we do together? Well, you name it: we have tried out everything and usually have very good, often hilarious time together. Sex, for the six of us, is a fun pastime; it's what I call recreational sex. Apart from our regular once a week mini fuckfest, I myself need sex more often than once a week and on an individual basis, at least once a week, I get together on a one to one basis with one of my buddies and we indulge ourselves with some hard sex together. But it is this need for regular sex, which brings me to the true subject of this story, which is how I came to meet Adam, who became my protégé, lover and, ultimately, although not in any way my intention when we first met, my partner for life. But fate works in the strangest of ways and this is the story of how a chance meeting changed my life forever. CHAPTER 3 As I said earlier, I need sex on a very regular basis and one of the ways I satisfy my needs is by what, for want of a better name, I call "one night stands". In fact, these are really encounters which never last more than a couple of hours and are, for the main part, with business men visiting Chicago and who, like me, are looking for casual sex. More often than not, they are straight guys who simply want to have a little anal stimulation administered to them by a young muscular stud with a big cock, which bill, I fit perfectly! I truly enjoy fucking some guy whom I have just met, in the full knowledge that, bar exceptional circumstances, I will probably never ever see again. Here is my technique for pulling such men. As I mentioned earlier, the Near North Side where I have my apartment, is an upmarket quarter of good shops, restaurants and smaller privately owned hotels. One of these is called the Howard House, owned by; you guessed it, the Howard family. This is a recently built deluxe hotel, catering for, among others, wealthy visiting businessmen, who wish to escape from the sterile quality of accommodation offered by the big hotel chains. The Howard family had invested heavily in this project and it had been a great success, as the place was almost always fully booked. But the big attraction for me is the ground floor bar, which had quickly become the top gay, quality, pick-up venue on the Near North Side. I normally go along there straight after work, arriving around six o'clock in the evening, when the bar is filling up with guys - it was essentially a male environment - coming back from their business day. I have gotten to know the bar-tender, Tony, himself a gay, quite well and he often gives me the nod on some guy who, he has somehow divined (ask me not how), is looking for "action", which is the way it is normally put. My technique is then to position myself with a drink at the bar so that the prospective partner cannot fail to see me and my undoubted readiness "to serve". I don't want to blow my own trumpet, but I am a handsome looking guy with a good figure even when fully dressed; I wear fashionable, sexy looking clothes, which in themselves make a statement, so that anyone with half an eye can see that I am on the prowl, much as they themselves are. The usual approach is that the prospect wanders across to me and says something like, "Are you looking for action - if so, then I'm your man?" To this I nod my head in assent and then, usually the guy proposes that we go up to his room (they are always staying in the hotel) and have a drink and "get to know one another better". You can see how it goes, for it is the same the world over. Usually, our meeting ends up with me rapidly getting familiar with the other guy's anus, which I ream with my considerable cock, with the greatest of pleasure. I should say that all the guys I ever pulled in this way, were happily married men, who, away from home, fancied a little anal stimulation, something neither their own wives nor a prostitute could give them. I am usually a maximum of two hours at such sessions and my partner of the moment often invites me to eat dinner with him in the hotel's (very excellent) restaurant. For the most part they are nice guys, who are bored with constant travelling and being alone; so a little casual sex livens up their lives. Kevin and Adam It may seem strange to you, but I just adore these chance encounters, which give me the opportunity to fuck a large number of different types. Am I promiscuous? Well I guess I am, but I have no attachment to any one person, so foot loose and fancy free, I pursue the path which gives me the greatest pleasure, not feeling that I am letting anyone down, which I am not, or for that matter doing anything even vaguely immoral, a word which I feel is open to wide interpretation. I was over age and my partners even more so, so where was the wrong? My sex was always with another consenting and indeed, usually an eagerly willing adult, so we both met a need. I gave my partner a good anal fuck, which is what he usually wanted and I satisfied my own need for regular sex. It was always quite an adventure and I loved every minute of it! I always practiced safe sex and used a brand of condom specially designed for anal sex and I always gave my partner's hole a really good lubricating before I penetrate him, so, usually, both he and I had a great time together. Looking back on this activity now, I am amazed how few of my casual partners wanted to fuck me: it was pretty well always the inverse. I came to the conclusion that most of the straight guys I serviced, really had a very happy sex life with their wives, but from time to time appreciated a little anal stimulations, which their wives, obviously could not provide and so, when away from home, they indulged themselves. Of course, professional male escorts make a living by meeting the sex need of just such guys, many of whom are willing to pay handsomely for such services, which bring me to an amusing story, which I must tell you. But I was not a male escort and I was not fucking butt for money, but for pleasure; it was the true recreational fuck which I indulged myself in. Before I tell you about my first encounter with Adam, who is really the focus of this story, I had a most extraordinary experience when I picked up a casual fuck in the bar of the Howard House. I was at one end the bar, surveying the field, as it were , when I noticed, right at the far end of the bar, a youngish, well dressed man, who was clearly eying me. When he saw that he had caught my eye, he raised his head in a questioning sort of way, to which I gave him, in return a very slight nod. So what would normally have happened next, was that I would have approached him and, after the few standard platitudinous pleasantries, we would have agreed that we both wanted sex and he and I would have gone to his room in the hotel, for as I mentioned earlier, all the guys I pulled were staying in the hotel. But this time, it was quite different. Before I had time to make a move towards my prospect, Tony, the gay bartender, whom I knew quite well, came across to me with a small piece of paper on which was written "How much?" I looked at this with some surprise, for I was not in the business of selling my body for sex, but in a moment of madness, I simply scribbled a reply "$500- per hour", and handed the paper back to Tony, who, acting as go between, took it to the other end of the bar and gave it to my interlocutor. A few minutes later, Tony delivered me another note which simply read, "OK - Room 148 in 15 minutes". I have to say that I was utterly staggered by the turn of events and even more so, when some quarter of an hour later I rang the bell on room 148. The door was opened by my intended sex partner for the evening, who was stark naked! I am used to seeing naked guys, it's all part of the gay scene, but I had never ever experienced anything quite like this. Usually, even though we both know why we are together, there is usually a certain reticence before we actually strip off for action, but today it was quite different. Anyway, in I went. The guy motioned to a side table and said, "Your $500- cash is there; pocket it and let's get on with it!" So, somewhat nonplussed by this utterly unexpected behaviour, I asked the guy what he wanted me to do to him, to which he replied that he wanted a quick anal fuck, that was all, and then I would be free to go. Before going any further, I told this character, that I would be delighted to service him but that I did not want his money: I was not a Male Escort, selling sexual services or a gay male prostitute. He then said, "OK, that's fine by me. Just strip off and let's get started!" So, I shed my clothes, asked him how he wanted to take my cock, to which he told me that he preferred it from the rear. So, with no particular preparation, other than to roll on a condom over my rock hard cock, I entered him and gave him a really hard pounding, during which he simply grunted. Was it approval or disapproval or pain or pleasure or what? Who could tell? I came myself to a climax with a huge orgasm accompanied by a massive ejaculation of cum. Then it was all over. My partner, if I could call him that, asked for nothing more. It was clear that my job was done. So, withdrawing my cock from his hole, I went into his bathroom just to clean myself up a bit and got dressed ready to leave, with no comments at all from my "partner". Finally, as I was ready to walk out of the door, he said, "That was a great fuck. I really enjoyed it. Take the money; it will make me feel much better." So I pocketed $500.- for performing the strangest fuck ever. It was the first and last I ever received any payment for my services: it had been a truly weird occasion. CHAPTER 4 I must now come to the crux of this story, which was my meeting with Adam and how that completely changed my life. The scene is again the bar at the Howard House, my favourite stamping ground for picking up a guy for a onetime fuck: a bit of recreational sex as it is known to us habitués. It was early one evening in summer and it had been a very hot day, not only hot but humid as only Chicago can get. Some wag once said that in Chicago it was either nought or ninety and if neither, then very windy. Well this was one of those ninety days and the weather had been absolutely stifling all day so that I was glad to get into the air conditioned comfort of the Howard House bar. No sooner had I set foot into the bar, than I saw standing there at the bar counter a young man to whom Tony, my barman friend was just serving a drink. I was completely blown away by what I saw. This young stud was about twenty or so years old, much the same height, about six foot, and muscular build as myself, but there all resemblance ended. Whereas I was rather dark, he was blond and was quite clearly not one of the business types I normally pulled for an evening's sex in this bar. Clearly he had just come in from the heat, for he was wearing just a well cut open-neck shirt and a pair of beautifully cut plants, which together emphasised his figure superbly: and, in my eyes, superb was what this guy was. My eyes descended to his crotch and as far as I could discern, even from a distance, judging from the bulge in his pants, this fellow had a promising package between his legs. Within seconds of seeing him I could feel my own man-meat stirring, telling me what it wanted and I realised that come what may, I just had to fuck this guy. I was standing right at the other end of the bar from him and Tony came over to see what I wanted to drink. I raised my eyes in the direction of what had by now become my definite prospect for the evening. Tony gave his shoulders a slight shrug, telling me that he knew nothing about the guy, so I moved down the bar and stood next to him as he raised his drink to his mouth. "It's been a scorcher of a day, hasn't it." I began. "I haven't seen you in here before; you new in town?" My dream guy turned to me, smiled and said. "Yes, I am fairly new here. I just dropped in this place because I wanted a drink and to escape for a few minutes, at least, from the oppressive heat and humidity outside." I eyed the guy up and down and realised that he was really quite sexily dressed and had a beautifully muscular build - just what I really like - so I said to him, "You're not by any chance looking for a little action, if you see what I mean, are you? I don't know if you are aware, but this bar is one of the top gay pick-up spots around here. By the way, my name is Kevin Maitland and I'm a regular here." "My name is Adam Smith." He said. "Nice to meet you, Kevin, but as for the type of action you are clearly suggesting, I am not at all sure that I am your guy." "Sorry, I said, I have perhaps got you all wrong, but just looking at the way you are dressed, I thought that you might must be one of us, by which I meant that you might, like me, be gay." I paused slightly and then went on. 'What I mean is, I guessed and, to be honest half hoped that you might be gay and looking for a little sexual adventure, but perhaps I have misread the signs, in which case, my apologies. Frankly, Adam, I just found you so attractive on first sight, that I just had to ask." In spite of his somewhat negative response to my first approach: "I am not sure that I am your guy" he had said, he had not given me a definitive no, I somehow divined that there was a certain reticence in his manner and I wanted to go further with him to try to find out what was clearly bothering him, for after my longish speech above, his expression was becoming clouded by some thoughts which my proposition had clearly aroused. "I am really sorry if I have offended you," I said, "But I just had to ask. Brutally put, I find you so attractive that I just hoped that we might click and spend a bit of quality time having sex together. I have to confess to you, that I do use this bar as a quality pick-up place for the odd recreational sex partner. I have some regular partners, but I find that the unknown adds a bit of spice to life. And frankly, I had hoped that you might turn out to be the "unknown|" for this evening. But something now seems to be bothering you. I hope that it is not due to what I have said or suggested." Adam now started to relax slightly, opening up the possibility of a more productive a dialogue, by saying, "If only you knew, Kevin, if only you knew." "If only I knew what?" I returned, "What is it that is troubling you? Look we don't know one another, forgive the pun, from Adam. But if you would like to talk to me, a total stranger, about your problems, then I am your man. You know Adam, it is often so much easier to unburden oneself of one's innermost thoughts and fears to a total stranger, than to a close acquaintance or a family member. Strangers are like two ships passing in the night; they blink their lights at each other and then are gone. What does it matter if you unburden yourself; tell your darkest secrets to a total stranger? The chances are that we shall never ever meet again, but the very fact that you have put your thoughts and fears into words and shared them with another person, can be very therapeutic and lessen the burden of whatever it that is bothering you. So, here's a suggestion. Let's go and find somewhere quiet to sit down, get another drink and then, if you wish, you can tell me about what it is that is clearly bothering you." With some reluctance, Adam said that he saw the point of my argument and so we moved off to a quiet table in one corner of the bar. I motioned to Tony to bring us a bottle of cold white wine and once served, Adam began. CHAPTER 5 "I really do not know where to begin" said Adam, by way of an opening gambit, in what turned out to be a long and very revealing conversation. "Why not try starting at the beginning," was my somewhat trite reply. "Well," said Adam, " I am now twenty one years old and I arrived about a month ago in Chicago, where I have a job as a trainee executive in the media department of a local advertising agency. In spite of my blond looks which lead people to think that I am of Scandinavian stock, I am basically from an English background. My great grandfather came from Manchester, England, to the USA, ended up in Minneapolis and there married my great grandmother, who was pure Danish. Evidently, she had strong genes and it is from her that I have inherited the blond look, which runs through the male side of our family. Otherwise my grandfather and father both married girls who, like themselves, were essentially English." "I was born in Peoria, Illinois, where my grandfather had moved from Minneapolis shortly before the war. Both he and my father worked for the Caterpillar Company. I was an only child and was just nine years old when my father suddenly died of a heart attack. About two years later, my mother remarried a man, my present stepfather, who also worked for Caterpillar. Together they went on to produce two more sons, but unfortunately my stepfather and I never hit it off and I was always the underdog in our house. So, when I turned eighteen years of age, I decided to leave home." "I found myself a job in a local supermarket and rented a room with an elderly lady in Peoria. In my spare time, I worked out regularly at a local gym, but I was always a loner. I don't know if this was because of the way I had been treated at home by my stepfather, but I simply found it difficult to relate to other people. My first job was pretty lousy and I realised that I was on the road to nowhere. So I enrolled at a local college for an evening course in advertising and media studies, which I found I enjoyed and on graduating earlier this year, I applied for and got my present job here in Chicago; so here I am. So there in a nutshell you have an idea of my, to date, very uneventful life." Adam ended his short discourse with a rueful smile. "So, what is the "something" which would make things clear if only I knew, as you said earlier? Clearly something is deeply bothering you." I said. Adam looked at me and began, "You know it is very hard and embarrassing for me even to touch on the subject, but I guess what you said about unburdening oneself to a stranger makes sense: so here goes. What I am about to tell you I have never told to another living soul, so I am really opening up my innermost self to you and I hope that you will respect the privacy of what I am going to tell you. When I came into this bar this evening, I had no idea that it was a noted gay pick-up place. It was just that I needed a drink and as I have rented a small efficient apartment not far from here, I walked along to this hotel and that is how I come to be here in this bar this evening." "You asked me if I was looking for action, thinking that I was gay because of the way I look and the place you found me. Well that was a correct supposition, for I guess that I am gay, but I am a totally inexperienced gay. And when I say totally, I do mean totally. I have had no sexual experience at all with another man - or for that matter with a woman. So, Kevin, you can see why I was and still am embarrassed when you asked me if I was looking for action. Here I am, twenty-one years old and still a virgin." At this stage, Adam looked really miserable. I could see that he was deeply embarrassed by what he had just told me, which explained everything. But, the important thing was, that by some strange stroke of, let me call it empathy, I had got him to come out of his shell and tell me what his problem was. Adam went on, "The fact of the matter is, Kevin, I have never had any truly close friends. There are a number of other young studs in the agency where I work, two of whom are clearly gay and both of whom have propositioned me, but I have just warded them off, not knowing what to say. I just have never been able to bring myself to relax with another guy - or a woman for that matter. I have never touched another guy nor allowed one to touch me. I really am a lost soul, so you can see that I could no more join you for a bit of "action" as you put it, than fly to the moon. I truly have no idea what I can do to mend things." So I said to him, "But like all of us , unless you have some medical problem, which I doubt just looking at you, you have the same sexual urges as most of us do at our age. How do you deal with them?" Adam looked at me very sheepishly and said with considerable shame, "I use the five fingered lover: I simply jerk myself off! Terrible, isn't it? A young guy like me has never managed to start a relationship with another man. But there it is: that's the story of my life to date." I can tell you, that by now I was feeling very sorry for Adam, who seemed to be a very nice young guy and to whom I had taken a more or less instant liking at the bar, as I was sizing him up for a night's adventure. This guy was just so attractive that I marvelled that he had managed to repel all borders, so to speak, and had not, somewhere down the line, got himself raped. He was just asking to be fucked, or so one would have thought, until one heard his story. "Is there any hope at all for me?" he asked. "Do you think that I can ever lead a normal life? I would really like to but I just cannot take the first step. I was the same with the two guys in the office as I was with you: it was a no go situation." "Adam" I said, "If you would like me to help you, then I think I can, but you have to trust me, put your confidence in me and let me do what I have to do. You are in desperate need of what I would have to call some sex therapy and I am the man to give it to you, if you will let me. But you have to agree to go along with me and not repulse me once I get started." I had arrived at the stage, where I was personally just bursting with lust, wanting to fuck this young stud, so my intentions were not totally altruistic, but at the same time I had tremendous empathy with him for his having had the courage to tell me about his problems, which could not have been easy; so I wanted to help him find his own sexuality so that he could ultimately lead a normal life as a gay young man. So I said to him, "Come on Adam, drink up and let's go back to my place: it's quite nearby and we can begin to tackle your problem and hopefully find a solution to it." "Do you really think it is worthwhile?" said Adam, "Do you really think that you can help me?" "As sure as eggs are eggs! Trust me Adam; you are in good hands; believe me when tell you that you have nothing at all to fear." I said and laughed. And with that we left the bar and walked back to the block where my apartment was located. CHAPTER 6 My apartment was on the top floor of the block and Adam was clearly impressed by the size of the place and the furnishings. "Gosh," he exclaimed, "This is some place you have here. You must be doing very well." "Listen, Adam," I said, "Let's make ourselves comfortable and try to solve your problem and then we can talk about me." Adam looked at me questioningly so I said, "Come on Adam, strip off and let me have a look at you so that I can see what I have got to work with." I immediately started stripping of my own clothes, whilst Adam stood there looking somewhat embarrassed. "Oh come on Adam, you've seen guys naked before haven't you? Come on get your clothes off." And I went across to him, undid his belt and dropped his pants by way of an opening gambit. I then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off. By this time Adam was getting the idea that I was serious and that if he wanted to play ball he had better do as I said. So a minute later, we stood facing each other, stark naked. He gazed at me and I at him and I have to tell you that attractive though Adam had seemed in the bar, naked he was utterly divine. This young stud had a beautifully proportioned and muscular body, honed by hours of gym; and as for his cock, well this was something to die for. If he had been taking cock training lessons it could not have been more exquisite. As I looked at him he was still soft and his tool jutted out more or less horizontally from his pelvis and then fell downward in a beautiful curve, ending in a magnificent cock head, really a knob. Adam had been beautifully cut at some stage in his life and his knob was huge and had a good rim around it where it joined the shaft: this was a cock that one dreamed of but rarely found. Kevin and Adam Adam said, "Hell, you do have a well made body, Kevin and you are well equipped in the lower regions too. How long is your cock?" Well I have to say that I was, in my own way, the equal of Adam. We were each of us excellent physical specimens and each of us had been blessed with a generous cock, roughly eight inches long; in fact mine was nudging nine inches, which, believe me, is well above the norm. Do not be taken in by those who say size is not important; believe me when I tell you that in gay sex, size is very important, for a long shaft enables you to make longer strokes when fucking butt and long strong strokes from a large tool are the key to a perfect fuck. My own "endowment" when it has risen fully to the occasion, measures some ten rock-hard inches and I have to say, I think Adam packed about the same. In short we were each well equipped young studs, whose tools would make many a guy drool with envy, for big cocks are very desirable. I had never met a guy who did not want to have a bigger cock. I have to say, that even with my endowment, I would not have said no to another inch or so; gay men of my sort, are just built like that; it's in our blood! I could see, having sized each other up, that Adam was looking very nervous, wondering what was now going to happen. So, I dropped down on my knees in front of him, took his knob into my mouth and started to give him a good suck. Adam initiatively tried to pull away from me, but I shook my head, and put by arms around his arse to keep his cock in place in my mouth. Adam said, "You know Kevin, this is the very first time that anyone has ever touched me. My first reaction was to pull away in horror, but then I remembered what you had just said, that I had go along with things and so I have steeled myself to let you do what it is you are doing to me; and you know, it does not feel at all bad; in fact I am actually quite enjoying it!" By this time, Adam had become quite hard and was sporting a really terrific tool some nine inches long at least, which was already emitting a few drops of pre-cum, as is so often the case with inexperienced guys. Just kneeling there sucking his dick, I found it hard to believe that this young stud had a hang up about sex, for he was just so much better equipped than the average guy; so I decided that it was time to go to the next step in my "therapy'' which was to fuck his arse; a much greater step that a simple cock suck. So I rose to my feet and pushed Adam backwards towards the table. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Lie flat on your back on the table' I told him. "Put your feet on the edge of the table, with your knees bent and spread your legs so that I can see your anus." "Come on, Kevin, no one had ever asked me to do that before; I'm not sure that I want to; what are you going to do if I agree?" "Adam, for fuck's sake, just get real! Why are we here? Answer: to get you over your first time fear of having sex with another guy. How are we going to achieve that? Answer: by letting that guy have access to your anus. So, my friend, if you want to move into the real gay world, where you, belong, by the way, the world where you can relate physically to other guys, just be a good boy for once, stop arguing and do as I say and, believe me, Adam, all will be well. You are going to lose your anal virginity right now and you are going to enjoy it. This, Adam, is your moment of truth; your moment of no return; it's going to happen right now, so just let's get on with it!" And what a lovely tight virgin anus it was. "Just keep still for a moment while I lube you up." I said, as I went to fetch a tube of injectible Anolube, which is a special lubricating jelly designed specifically for anal intercourse. It comes in the form of a small disposal sachet fitted with a long thin nozzle, which can be pushed easily past the anal sphincter enabling the lubricant to be injected into the rectum. It makes for a very comfortable fuck, for men do not exude a natural lubricant in the rectum and anal intercourse without the aid of a lubricant can become rather painful. I went over to Adam, who was trembling, wondering what was now going to happen. I could see that he was totally ready for sex, as his cock was still rock hard and gently exuding pre-cum. Whether Adam himself knew just how near he was to a climax I did not know and I guess he did not realise himself, how ready he was to be fucked. So I bent over him and gently inserted the nozzle of the lube tube into his sphincter and started to inject the lubricant into his rectum. "What on earth are you doing to me? I did not agree to come here for scientific experiments. This was supposed to be a sex therapy session and having a syringe rammed up my arse is not my idea of therapy. It smacks of invasion of my privacy." "Calm down, Adam. All I am doing is injecting a little anal lubricant into your passage so that when I enter you it will be smooth and more comfortable for both of us" "When you enter me," he practically screamed, "I thought that this was a therapy session. You said nothing about entering me. I haven't agreed to any of this and when I came here with you this evening, I had no idea that you intended to go so far. Come on, Kevin, I'm scared stiff; please, please, stop it right here." "Adam, when I got you there, you had no idea that I was going to get you to strip naked, but you finally did so and I have the strong impression that you liked looking me over too. Then, you had no idea that I was going to suck your cock, but you finally let me do it, even though I had not asked your permission and, if you are honest with yourself, you will admit that you enjoyed what I did to you. It was all part of the sexual foreplay leading to the true sex act; and I have just told you that you are about to lose your anal virginity, so how the hell do you think you are going to achieve that if you do not allow me to fuck you; so, Adam, it follows that you are going to allow me to push my cock into your anus; that's how it's done! That's what we gays do to each other." "By the time I got you to your feet and on your back as you now are, your cock, a real beauty by the way, was rock hard and already exuding cum which is its way of telling you that you are ready for sex. Your man-meat is the indicator telling you that it would like to fuck something. That is the way we humans are." "We are the only species, you know, which actually practices the sex act for pleasure: all other living creatures use it only for reproduction of the species. Now, just calm down and listen to me. I have injected you with the lubricant to ensure that your first time is going to be as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. Oh yes, yes, Adam, I am going to fuck you in a few minutes and I promise you that you are going to enjoy every moment of what is going to happen to you". "Now listen, I believe in safe sex, which means that I always use a condom when I fuck a guy, but as this is your very first time and you are, so just stop arguing, going to have your hole fucked for the very first time, I thought it would be good for you to experience your first act of male-male sex, from my naked cock. You are certainly HIV negative, as am I. You can be sure of this fact. So, if you are agreeable, I will fuck your butt with my naked cock and when I climax you will take my cum-wad in your hole. I think that this will add a touch of reality to your first experience. Are we agreed?" Adam had calmed down again by the time I had finished my little 'lecture' and he nodded his agreement. "Adam, so that you do not die of fright, here is how it is going to be. I am going to push my naked cock into your rectum, via your anus, sorry about the technicality by the way, and then I am going to sink my shaft as deeply as I can into your hole. Once I have given you the full length of my hard man-meat, it's about ten inches long by the way and already rock hard, so you will not feel that you have been short changed, I shall then start to fuck you with ever increasing strokes and force until, such time as I climax, by which I mean arrive at orgasm and ejaculate my cream into you." "Now, as you can see, you are still rock hard, which means that you are really in a very aroused state, awaiting sex in some form, which in this case is going to be having your hole fucked. The chance are, because this is your first time, that you will reach orgasm prematurely, and shoot your spunk load across my chest, as I shall be face to face with you, in what we call the 'missionary position'. Don't worry, just let it happen and enjoy the sensation, for at the end of the day, it is all about sensations. So Adam, say goodbye to your anal virginity, as here comes my cock." "When I enter you it will be a first for me too, as I have never, to the best of my knowledge, ever had the pleasure of fucking an anal virgin before, but there has to be a first time for everything." I concluded with a laugh. And then with no more ado, I pressed the head of my cock against Adam's sphincter and gently persuaded that muscle to yield and allow me to enter him. Adam shuddered slightly as he felt my cock penetrate his anus and slide into his rectum and then suddenly relaxed and let me get on with my job. "That's it, Adam," I said, "there goes your anal virginity so that you are now well on the way to manhood." "Why only on the way?" asked Adam. "Very simply, because you still need to exercise your own cock on someone's arsehole. Then you will truly have moved from boyhood into full manhood!" I gave him the very best full-service hard fuck, with long and powerful cock strokes - it is a great advantaged, quite frankly, to have a big fuck-tool - which culminated in a huge orgasm for me. As I said, this session was not totally altruistic as I had wanted to fuck Adam from the moment I first set eyes on him just an hour or so ago in the bar, and truth to tell, I had been looking forward giving Adam's hole its first fuck. As I had expected, Adam climaxed prematurely, but this I thought was a good thing, as he could see that even as the 'bottom' and more passive partner on his first occasion, he too could have a great orgasm. As I had told him it is all about sensation and the perfect partnership ensure that both participants obtain complete satisfaction from the coupling. I will end this account of Adam's first sexual experience with what I thought was the most gratifying point of the whole evening. As I was pounding away at his hole, Adam kept saying 'Don't' stop, don't stop," So I sort of divined that he was actually enjoying the experience I was giving him, which I can tell you gave me infinite personal satisfaction. CHAPTER 7 So there we were, with me lying on top of Adam, he flat on his back on my table, and the both of us stuck together by the generous amount of his cum which he had sprayed all over both of us. It had been a heavenly experience for both of us, but especially for Adam, who said to me that he had never envisaged just how enjoyable sex could be. He wondered why it had taken him so long to screw up his courage to take this first step, and he thanked me profusely for all I had done for him. Let's face it we had only know one another for about two hours and he had already taken an enormous stride forward to establishing an autonomous sex life. I felt mightily pleased with myself with what I had achieved but I have to add that I had absolutely adored fucking this young stud. Virgin or not, he had been a sublime bottom partner; so what next? "Come on Adam, let's get cleaned up a bit and then we will see what comes next." So we hit my double size shower together and got rid of the cum in which we had been bathed. I was feeling quite hungry by this time and so I suggested that we go and find something to eat. There was a steak place just a few doors down from my apartment block and so we went there. Whilst eating, I filled Adam in with a bit of my life history. Adam said, "When did you first have sex with a guy? How did it happen? Were you looking for it or did it just come along out of the blue, as it seems to have done for me tonight?" I told Adam that when I had just left high school, I was not sure whether I was gay or not. I really had not great feelings towards the opposite sex, but I had realised that I quite liked looking at men's magazines, especially those which showed naked studs fucking each other. So, one evening, I was invited to a party, not at all a gay occasion, but quite mixed group, where I was drawn into conversation with a handsome young guy, who eventually put me the exact same question as I had put to Adam when I met him earlier that evening in the Howard Hotel bar. To cut a long story short, he and I went off to his apartment and I let him fuck me and then he had me give him a return fuck. So that was how I got started. He had no idea that it was my first time and I when I left him, he was none the wiser. I pointed out to Adam, that there was an important difference in my first time and his. I was not and had never been afraid of taking the first step towards being a practicing homosexual. But tonight he had taken the first important step into freeing himself of the fear which had been haunting him. When we had finished eating, I looked at Adam and said, "Well, come on, stud, let's go and make a night of it and get you thoroughly impregnated with the feeling of what it is lie to be a practicing gay young man." Adam asked me what we were going to do, to which I replied that he should use his imagination. "Adam, I said, what the hell do you think we are going to do? I am trying to show you the ropes of gay sex and we have just reached half time. I have just initiated your anus into the gentle art of male-male sexual intercourse by using my cock on you and now we are going to do the same for your cock. In a word, Adam, we are going back to my place and you are going to fuck me. So, Adam, please don't start having second thoughts about things; it's too late for that; I am not leaving the job of your initiation half done. You are not leaving my place until you have lost both your anal and cock virginities and can truly call yourself a man." "Make no mistake Adam, you are going to find it a lot easier to master the art of using our own man-meat on my hole than what you have just experienced. You are going to have an experience that you had never thought possible. Let me tell you now, fucking another guy's butt beats solo jerking-off by a mile. Once you have done it, you will never look back; believe me! You'll be hooked on it; we all are!" So, once back in my apartment and stripped for action again, I took the position on my back on the table so that Adam could work on my hole. "Don't be shy, Adam, go and get one of the Anolube sachets and lube my hole before you begin, just as I did for you earlier." Adam did as requested but hesitated as he pushed the Anolube nozzle against my sphincter, as if he did not dare to go any further. "Go on Adam, push the nozzle into me and then squeeze in the lubricant, just as I did for you." My god, I thought, it all sounded like a scientific experiment, but Adam finally did as I asked and I felt the ever pleasant sensation of the lubricant being forced into my rectum. I could see that Adam was already hard with anticipation of what he was about to do. There were already a few drops of pre-cum oozing from the slit in his knob. I don't know if Adam actually appreciated that it was his own man-meat which was telling him what it wanted. Anyway, I went on, encouraging him to press on with the job in hand. "OK Adam, just look at your cock. It's rock hard and already in a pre-cum state of anticipation. It is telling you exactly what it wants: it wants to fuck. So, just push your knob up against my anal sphincter and it will yield to the pressure and you will be able to sink the full length of your tool right into me. Once you are inside of me, just thrust as far as you can and then start pumping, to and fro, slowly at first and then with ever increasing strokes, speed and force, until you reach orgasm." "I think you will find that once you get started, it will all come naturally and you will automatically develop the rhythmic pounding which is what fucking requires. You will suddenly relax, throw caution to the winds, and realise that you are doing something which is totally natural and which requires no special skills. All men can do it and usually love it. I know I do and today I cannot live without it." Things went exactly as I had expected. After his first few thrusts, Adam had no difficulty in using his cock like a professional, but like most 'first-timers' he could not control himself and reached his climax very quickly. From the way he groaned and the amount of cum he produced in his shuddering premature ejaculation, I imagine he enjoyed the best orgasm of his life. He did not succeed in bringing me to a climax as his first fuck was over all too quickly, but we had never talked about that and I thought that such finer points would keep for another occasion: I sincerely hoped that there would be another occasion and that Adam would not just disappear into the night, never to be seen by me again. But before I let Adam leave that first evening, thought that it would be good for him to see what it felt like to be fucked by a passionate guy. And let me tell you that although I had been allowing Adam to fuck me by way of his own first fuck, so that he could go home and feel that he was truly a man free of his previous inhibitions, the fact that he had unwittingly left me personally unsatisfied had to be addressed. It was time for Adam to learn another lesson: that passion in another often affects oneself. As we arose from the table where Adam had been servicing my hole, I led him into my bedroom and, before he could object, pushed him face down onto the bed. Then, with my cock still rock had and raring to go as it had not found satisfaction in Adam's ministrations to me, I dropped on top of him and without waiting thrust myself as far as I could into his hole. Adam winced as I entered him but did not resist. So I then gave his arse a truly solid pounding from the rear entry position until I myself reached the orgasm which I had unrealistically craved as Adam made his first ever fuck. I made sure that just as I was about to climax, I withdrew by tool totally from Adam and then thrust it down into his waiting hole as hard as I could, where I had my own very intense orgasm. We both lay there exhausted. My efforts to reach orgasm myself had also taken Adam to the heights of delight again and he had also climaxed at the same time as I. Things were exactly as they should be: total satisfaction for both parties to the sex act. It was a sublime moment, as I realised that not only had I initiated Adam into gay male sex, but that thanks to my 'friendly rape' he had also had his first lesson in the joy of sharing the act with his partner. Adam looked at me and said, "I never thought that sex could be so excitingly wonderful, Kevin. My god, that was an experience and a half, but I think I ought now to get myself cleaned up and go home." And so, for the second time that evening we showered together and removed the creamy results of our union from our bodies. I said to Adam, "Where do you live Adam? You said it was not far from where we met in the bar." To which question, Adam laughed and said, "This you are not going to believe, Kevin, but I live in this very same building as you do! But don't get me wrong. I rent a small one room furnished efficiency apartment on a month to month let, down on the second floor, not a grand place like yours up here on the roof. Isn't fate a strange thing? Such an extraordinary coincidence!" Kevin and Adam So ended our first encounter, from which Adam left a changed man, having thrown off the yoke of his virginity. As I let Adam out of my apartment, I said, "See you again, Adam, I hope." "You bet." came the reply, "I never thought when we met earlier this evening in the bar, that I was going to embark on a life changing experience, for which, I have to tell you I shall be eternally grateful. What you have done for me this evening as finally brought me into the real world. And let me tell you that I actually enjoyed every last moment of what we have just done together. I realise that I like both to fuck and to be fucked," CHAPTER 8 I did not see Adam again for a few days as I had several other evening commitments, but we took up together a week or so later. He was raring to go and started stripping off his clothes as soon as he entered my apartment. We again began by my fucking Adam's hole, but this time I explained to Adam how important it was for both parties to try to climax together, so that the act was enjoyable for both participants. I told him how too often the guy doing the active fucking often thought only of himself and just used his partner's hole as a means to reach his own orgasm. But, as I showed Adam, one needed to be more subtle than that and I demonstrated to him that by holding myself back, I was able to help him achieve his own climax and ejaculation even though he was receiving his partner's tool rather than using his own. And so for the next few weeks, we met usually three times each week and spent a couple of hours copulating with each other and I have to say, Adam was a quick and eager learner. We were both well matched physically and each of us had a large cock, much larger than that of the average guy. I absolutely adored taking Adam's tool up my own arse, as it was a great pleasure to feel the full length and girth of his cock as he thrust it in and out. Adam soon learned the technique of gradually increasing both force and amplitude of his strokes, continuously building up the tension until we both climaxed together in a burst of cum. The thing I really like about the technique he had developed when he was servicing my hole, was the way he managed, just at the right moment, to pull out his cock completely out of my anus and then, after a mom entry pause, to plunge it deep inside me again, bringing both himself and me to a shuddering climax. All in all, Adam was becoming a real pro and as good a butt fucker as I had ever encountered. I could see that he loved every minute of it, but, not to mince words, so did I; I loved fucking him and I equally loved being fucked by him. For a few weeks, we had a great time together. Adam, under my tuition, had become a very considerate partner. He had learned how to fuck hard, but at the same time think about the feelings of his partner - me! But, to date, Adam had, so far, had only one partner, me and after a little while I thought it would be good for him if he were to experience sex with another man. As I told you earlier, our little group of six like minded studs met most Friday evenings for what was essentially a mini-fuckfest. But, over and above that regular meeting, I myself used to frequent the Howard bar during the week to see what luck might bring my way in the form of a one-off fuck; I really enjoyed the challenge! But I also, from time to time used to get together with one or another of our little group on a one to one basis for an evening of sex. So I wondered how Adam would react to meeting another guy whom he did not know and having sex with him. As far as I was aware, Adam's only sexual experience was with me, and as I have outlined, he was getting pretty damned good as a sex partner, but I doubted that he would have the courage himself to go out and find an alternative to me. I also wondered how he would react to having a three man session, with a new man being someone he did not know, for let's face it, I was the only guy he was having sex with at the moment. The only way I was going to find out was by the suck it and see technique, so for my next meeting with Adam a few days later, I asked Antonio, one of our group of six, if he would like to come to my place and meet a stunning new guy I had found. Of course, he jumped at the offer, for he, like me, was always looking for a new experience: his motto was much like mine: variety was the spice of life! I did not tell Adam that there would be a third person there that evening so when he rang my door bell and I let him in, he was clearly surprised to see another person there. 'Gee Kevin," he said, "I did not realise that you were engage tonight. I must have got it wrong about our date, so I will just push off and see you another time." "Adam, you have not got it wrong. This is my old friend Antonio whom I have invited here especially to meet you. I thought that it was about time that you widened your horizon and tried out another partner. So far only I think I have been your only partner and I think it would be good for you to have sex with someone else, so that you realise that I am not the only guy in the world whom you know how to fuck. So, I thought that we might have a little three-way fuckfest together. In spite of the confidence in himself which Adam had gathered over the few weeks I had known him, he started to look somewhat scared at the thought of plunging into something different, into what clearly seemed to him like the great unknown and he started immediately to express his doubts about being able to integrate himself into a group. "Adam," I said, "Listen, you really do have to lose your timidity. Just think how difficult it was for you to take your first step with me and let me take your anal virginity, that first night we met. Well, at the end of that evening, you left this apartment a man, having entered it just a couple of hours previously a boy. And since then, you and I have developed a vigorous sexual rapport, which, as far as I can tell, you enjoy just as much as I do." "Don't get me wrong. I really do enjoy very much having sex with you and would hate to stop right now, but it is just that I had never thought that I might enter into a similar relationship with another man: it had never crossed my mind, as I naively thought only of you. I had never thought of the future; I was, and still am for that matter, totally happy with the present." "But, Adam," I said, "you know full well that I myself have multiple partners and that in spite of our close relationship, I do fuck guys other than you. That is precisely how I came to pick you up that night in the bar at the Howard. I was looking for an evening of casual sex and you were such a good looking prospect, that I could not resist propositioning you and we both know what that led to. Now, that first time, after a great deal of soul searching, you finally let me fuck you, your very first contact with another man and you found that there was really nothing at all to be afraid of." "So, just trust me now. Antonio is not a rapist. He is like me, a guy who loves sex and is very good at wielding his weapon, as you will see in a little while. He and I have sex together on a regular basis and believe me, Adam, he is a real pro. Just accept that tonight is another step in your sexual development and sit back and enjoy it. There is absolutely nothing to be frightened of and you will leave here tonight a more experience man with wider sexual horizons than when you entered, Just look upon tonight as the next phase of your tuition process in your journey to the ultimate heights of sexual fulfilment. Trust me, again; believe me when I tell you that will enjoy tonight's little party just as much as your first fuck with me." At the end of the day, a somewhat reluctant and doubting Adam agreed that he would stay and so the three of us finally got stripped off for action. At my suggestion, to get over the technicalities associated with copulating, I suggested that we each get ourselves fully lubed up before we started. I also pointed out to Adam that tonight we would move into the realm of practicing safe sex and use condoms the entire time. Antonio looked at Adam with utter admiration. I could see that he thought that my young protégée was a mouth-watering prospect. Why am I thinking like this? Adam is twenty one and I am twenty three, as is Antonio and I sound as if I am the "grand old man of sex", the way I am thinking. Indeed, who would not want to have sex with Adam? He had an exquisitely balanced and muscled physique and, by any standards, a cock to die for. His weapon was at least seven inches long when soft and well over nine inches when hard. I could see Antonio focussing in on this very desirable piece of sexual equipment. So what were we going to do together? I thought that the best approach was just to allow matters to develop naturally, rather than to enter into descriptions of what we might eventually do with each other, and risk frightening off Adam, before he had had chance to experience the joy which different sex acts could offer. This was clearly the sentiment of Antonio, who promptly took the lead, dropped on his knees in front of Adam, took his soft cock in his mouth and started sucking hard. Adam's meat responded and so started very gently to fuck his face. It was clear by now, that Adam was not averse to what was happening so he complied with Antonio's action and very quickly climaxed and shot his wad into Antonio's mouth. Continuing with this totally impromptu scene, Antonio withdrew, grabbed Adam by the waist, turned him around, and pushed him to the floor on his hands and knees into the doggy position. Then continuing with the totally unplanned action, Antonio gave Adam the full length of his fuckstick up his arse. There was a slight pause during which Antonio motioned to me to stick my own tool into Adam's mouth so that he was being double fucked. Adam, who had been very reluctant even to contemplate a sexual threesome, took my cock in his mouth with a certain relish and gripped my knob quite firmly. I thought to myself, that it was just a case of getting started, taking that first step which gets you over the hill of reluctance and then everything becomes quite natural. We started slowly fucking Adam, Antonio his anus and I his mouth. Both Antonio and I, as highly experienced gay men, knew the importance of giving our passive partner as much satisfaction as we were about to experienced ourselves in actively fucking this guy at both ends. And so we both coordinated our thrusting until we saw that Adam was going himself to climax due to the intense sexual experience he was undergoing, at which stage we each gave a final thrust, shot our wads simultaneously into Adam, exactly as he ejaculated a fountain of his own cum onto the floor. It was an exhilarating moment for all of us. Both Antonio and I had enjoyed our active part in this three-man sex act, but it was also obvious from the way Adam went on shooting his sperm in discrete vigorous spurts, that he too had had a new and enjoyable experience. The three of us lay on the floor, sort of exhausted with the final effort. Adam was the first to speak "That, guys, was the most amazing experience I have ever had in my life. My god, what an orgasm I have just had; quite unique and I was not even using my cock on either of you. Kevin, I have again to thank you for leading me into forbidden pastures, where alone I would never have dared to venture: you really are the tops." Antonio then looked at Adam and said, "Come on dude, you ain't seen nothing yet" He got to his feet, pulled Adam up and pushed him towards the bedroom, where he himself then crouched like a dog on the bed, his arse held in readiness for the next act. Adam looked at me for guidance and I indicated that Antonio was offering him his hole. "Roll on a condom," I said to Adam "and give Antonio what he wants, which is your cock in his arse. Go, on, do it: he is just dying to take your cock up his hole; go on Adam, just fuck him as hard as you can; that's exactly what he wants." Adam had never actually put on a condom before, so I showed him how to unroll the rubber over his rock hard member and apply the sachet of lubricant which came in the packet with it, and with that, Adam turned his attention to Antonio and with one swift smooth thrust, worthy of a long term professional copulator, gave Antonio the benefit of his full ten inches of rock-hard man-meat. Antonio groaned with pleasure as the shaft entered him. With Adam now on his knees behind Antonio, with his own cock firmly inside him, I rolled on a condom and lubed up my own fuckpole and then, without giving Adam any warning, thrust my meat as hard as I could and as far as I could into Adam's anus so that he was effectively held between Antonio and me, skewered by his own cock inside Antonio and mine inside him. And that was how Adam had his first experience of a three man tandem fuck. When we all finally climaxed, again simultaneously, I had the most heavenly feeling, one which I think was also enjoyed by my two partners. Again we all fell on our backs, laughing. Adam said, "Gee you two studs really do know how to please a guy. That was truly terrific. I never thought that sex could be quite so exhilarating. Thanks again, Kevin, for cajoling me into going along with this evenings little "programme" for I have just had, what has been for me, the best experience of my life." "Come on," said Antonio, "Let you and me have one final fuck to cement our friendship. Kevin, while I give my last ministrations to Adam, why don't you order us all a pizza, and I guess you have some beer in the 'fridge." So that is what I did, I called my local pizza parlour and order for us - delivery in twenty minutes they said. I then walked back into the bedroom where Antonio was giving Adam's hole a fantastic pounding, this time in the missionary position. I watched them fucking, with tremendous satisfaction, as I realised just how far Adam had developed in his sexual life in the few weeks I had known him. And, I have to say, that I did give myself a mental pat on the back that it was all thanks to me. I left them at it and took a shower, to be joined by them a few minutes later. The delivery boy arrived with pizza and I opened the door to him, forgetting that \I was still stark naked. He kid just stared, gulped, handed over the pizzas and took his money plus a ten dollar tip I gave him. I just laughed to myself, as I had never any qualms about showing off my body to anyone. We sat around, still naked, eating our pizza and drinking beer and chewing the fat over the evening's activities. Adam reiterated his thanks to both of us and left a changed man. He had now become a more or less competent and confident, active, young gay. After Adam left, Antonio and I had one more fuck together, with him shafting my butt and then he dressed and left. So much for Adam's sexual development; I felt really pleased with now things had gone. CHAPTER 9 After the evening with Antonio, life for Adam and me went on as usual. We met at least three times a week and developed a really good sexual rapport between the two of us. We reached the stage, where the one automatically divined what the other wanted and so our relationship blossomed harmoniously into a mutual trust, with Adam servicing me and I him on an equal basis. He still looked on me as his mentor, but I never allowed my longer experience to obtrude into what was a wonderful relationship, which I was developing with Adam. Adam was gaining self confidence rapidly and told me one day that he had finally taken up with one of the two other gays in his office whose earlier proposition he had turned down. I was delighted that he had finally found himself capable of fucking another guy, without any encouragement from me, but with a slight feeling of sadness in that I was, from now on, going to have to face the fact that I might have to share him with other guys. But, why should he not try diversifying his sex life and widening his experience? After all, I did and still do see other guys, although I have to say that since I started seeing Adam on a regular basis, my visits to the Howard bar were becoming less and less frequent. The one consolation I gleaned from Adam, when I asked him how he had found his office buddy, he told me that it was OK, but he much preferred sex with me. Fate now again waved its magic wand over our lives, in that Antonio, announced to us at our next Friday night gathering, that he would be leaving us at the end of the month. Antonio worked for an ITT firm and was, by all accounts, one of their top programmers. His firm was opening a new office on the other side of the country, in, what could be a better place for a gay guy, than San Francisco and Antonio had been offered one of the top posts in this new office and he had decided he just had to take it. I should perhaps have mentioned earlier, that Antonio, Antonio Alvarez Perez, to give him his full name, was a second generation Latin American, so that a move to the south west was quite agreeable to him. "I shall miss you guys," he said, "But you see why I cannot turn down this career opportunity, and it is not as if I am leaving my family in the lurch, as my parents themselves and my two brothers and my sister all live in Santa-Fe, New Mexico. So, other than my friends here in Chicago, I am not leaving much. And life will surely go on for me in San Francisco. It is also as well that I am not still tied to my family, as none of them knows that I am gay and I know that it would be a severe shock for my parents if they found out. So, like so many of us, I am well away from them. I love them all, but at a distance." Antonio's announcements to us came as a complete surprise. Our little group and always had six members and with Antonio going, we wondered if we should try to find a new recruit. You can already see where all this is leading, I am sure. So, I ventured to suggest that we invite Adam to join us as Antonio's replacement. Antonio was very enthusiastic about this as he was the only person other than myself whom knew Adam and he really praised Adam to high heaven, telling the four others (Jonathan, Mike, Eric and Dmitri to give them an identity) that Adam was a great guy, really well set up, possessing that all important large piece of man meat between his legs, which he really knew how to use. And so it went on. I was glad that is was Antonio and not I who was doing the selling, for although the other guys knew about Adam, whom I had, inevitably mentioned to them, they did not know quite how close he and and I were to each other. So it was agreed that I would sound out Adam to discover whether or not he was interested. I have to say, even though I was the proposer, I had no idea what his reaction to the idea might be. So, the next time Adam and I got together for an evening of sex I put the idea to him. "Adam, you know that I belong to a small club of six guys, which we jokingly call the Lake Shore Copulators, where we get together each Friday night for a group sex session. Well, Antonio, whom you know, is leaving the area at the end of this month, to take a new job in San Francisco, and so we shall shortly be down to five in number. I have been asked by the others to ask you if you would like to join us as Antonio's replacement as we would all like to keep the group at six members. How do you feel about it? Let me add. Adam, that Antonio, with whom I think it is fair to say, you enjoyed some terrific sex, spoke very highly of you to the other four, whom you do not know, so you would be coming in with "glowing references" from a third party, so to speak and would not just be riding in on my say-so!" "Well, Kevin, I am really flattered that a group of experienced guys such as you all laboriously are, should dream of asking a beginner such as myself to join you, so, I would be very happy to accept. I have to tell you, Kevin, that you are my first partner and good friend, you will always be very special to me, but since I have become a little more confident in my sex life, I have to admit that I would like to widen my horizons. I have been a bit envious of you, belonging to this other group, of which I have no part and I have long wondered what things were like when you all get together. So, yes, if the others agree, then count me in." Kevin and Adam "But, pleased remember, Kevin, that I am still a very timid character, under this superficial veneer of confidence, which I now manage to show to the world. Under it all, there still lurks that shy character that you picked up that night a few months ago in the Howard bar. Frankly, I have no idea how I alone would go about making more friends. I am just too timid. I could never even attempt to pick someone up the way you did with me just a few months ago. And I would certainly never go into a gay bar or club alone in the hope that I might meet someone. I am just not built like that." "Well, Adam, then let's make a date for this Friday evening. The meeting this week is here in my apartment, so come up around eight and I will introduce you to the guys. Antonio will still be around for this will be his last time with us, so it should be a special occasion as we shall all give him a farewell fuck and I shall be there, so you will have two faces you know. But don't worry; the other guys are all great." "OK, signed, sealed and settled! So can we please get down to some serious sex now? I really want to fuck your arse as my cock is simply crying out for some vigorous exercise. So let's get stripped and get to it." I was really impressed by Adam's positive approach in telling me what he wanted and so I complied with his request which was the start of a very pleasant evening spent fucking and sucking each other. I was beginning to appreciate more and more, just how much I enjoyed being with Adam and how I hoped when he met the other guys that he would fit into the group. But Friday was only two days away and we would soon see. CHAPTER 10 Friday arrived and all the guys of our little group turned up early at my apartment, to ensure that we were ready to give Adam a great welcome. I have to say that I really wanted the occasion to be a great success, for it would represent for Adam his first contact with a group of sexually highly attractive, not to mention active, guys, which I hoped would help him broaden his horizons. Adam was also my own protégée, so, naturally, I wanted him to succeed. I had thought up a great induction ceremony for Adam, aimed at cementing him into the group from the word go. So, we all prepared ourselves for what was to happen and lubed up our fuckholes so that we were not bothered by technicalities, other than the obligatory condoms, once we started Adam's induction. So come eight o'clock, the hour at which I had suggested to Adam that he should arrive, we six, Antonio was still with us for the very last time, were all stripped off and raring to go as soon as Adam arrived. I got the guys to move into my bedroom so that only I would, apparently, be there when Adam walked in and then the others could join us, much to his surprise. I have to say that I wondered what Adam's reaction would be, when he suddenly found himself surrounded by six muscular naked young studs, all with big cocks. I wondered if he had, in fact, ever experienced being naked himself, surrounded by a group of, what I suppose one could call, his peers. I stripped off myself and waited for Adam to arrive, which he did on the dot of eight, as I had suggested. He gazed at me, a sight with which he was intimately familiar and said, "Hi Kevin, anything wrong? Where are the other guys I am supposed to meet? "Oh they are here OK," I answered, 'Come on out boys and meet our new member, Adam Smith." The other five guys all entered the room from the bedroom and Adam took one look at them and blanched visibly. "Gee guys, I really had not anticipated that I would be surrounded by so much naked flesh." he said and looked desperately at me for help. "It's OK Adam; let me introduce you to the guys who are going to be your buddies from now on. Antonio you know." And then I went through the other four names so that Adam at least knew everyone's name. He shook hands with each of my friends in turn, but it was a somewhat strange moment, as Adam was the only guy with his clothes on and I am sure, at that moment, he truly did not know what to make of it. I had a horrible suspicion that he might turn on his heel and leave, for at the bottom of him, was still the ultra timid Adam. Luckily, Antonio, who is a really nice guy, broke the ice and said, "Well Adam, now that you know who is who, why not make yourself more comfortable and strip off, for you stand out like a sore thumb, fully dressed as you are, among all of us naked guys. Come on, Adam, don't be shy, just strip off and let my buddies see what a super looking stud you are. And let me tell them, that I know what I am talking about as I speak from firsthand knowledge." he ended with a laugh. I could see that Adam was still somewhat at sea with himself, so I went over to him and said very quietly, "It's OK Adam; no one is going to hurt you. We are all here too have a good time, fucking each other, and you know what a pleasure that is, so just get out of your clothes and let the guys take a gander at you. They are in for a very pleasant surprise, believe me; they are just going to love you once they see what you have on offer. Come on, trust me, everything will be fine and you will have a great time. It's just a question, as ever, of taking that first step, breaking the ice and then you can relax and enjoy yourself. The other night with Antonio it was the same until we got started and then you realised how much you enjoyed a three way fuck. So, come on, just strip off and relax." So, with all my exhortations, Adam finally undressed and stood their naked in front of us. He had nothing at all to be ashamed of; quite to the contrary, for physically he was the equal of any one of us and as far as that all important tool went, well he had a bigger cock than anyone else but me. Dmitri let out a wolf whistle of appreciation when he saw what Adam had to offer and the others clambered round him an patted him on the back by way of a first welcome. Adam was overcome with embarrassment by this unexpected enthusiasm but stood his ground. But now came his induction, a little sequence I had concocted , to try to get Adam intimately involved with the other guys, which I am sure if I had explained to him beforehand he would have turned away in sheer terror. So, I thought it better to get on with if without warning Adam about what was to happen. I pulled Adam aside from the others and told him that we were going to perform a little induction ritual on him, to make him feel properly one of our group. Before he could start to question me or argue, I pushed him towards the table, asked him to bend across it and spread his legs so that we could all see his anus. He began to look very scared, but I calmed him down by telling him that he had had my cock up his arse many times and that he knew he had nothing to fear. What I did not tell him was that he was about to take each of the other guy's cock up his arse sequentially, one straight after the other, But I reckoned with him accepting me as his first fuck, so to speak and that after that he would realise what was what, which is exactly what happened, I started the induction process myself by injecting Adam's hole with the lubricant. I then rolled on a condom over my cock, which had now become rock hard with anticipation and then without waiting or saying anything further, I thrust in my shaft to its full length. He winced as ever and then said, that feels great, Kevin. I then gave him three good strokes of my cock and withdrew. I think Adam was surprised that I had not gone on to fuck him properly, but the five other guys, commencing with Antonio, followed suit. Each in turn, shafted Adam's hole, gave him three hard thrusts and then withdrew. By now Adam had clearly realised what was happening and did not resist. When it was all over, he stood up and laughed and said, "Guys, that really was a great introduction to your group and I really fell after that that I am at one with each of you. My god, six different cocks up my hole in ten minutes. Thank' you very much!" Antonio then took over and said, "But Adam, you don't really think that your induction is finished do you? We all now know your hole, but you do not know ours and that is what you are now going to correct." Adam looked at Antonio in puzzlement. "You don't mean what I think you mean do you? You want me to fuck each of you in turn?" "You've got it" said Antonio, "And you can start with me. Come on, Adam, it's no big deal, we are not asking you to give each of us a proper full blown butt fuck one after the other. We just want you to shaft each of us in turn, give us three or four strokes of your man-meat, much as we have just done for you. That way, we shall all have got the feel of each other and you will begin to feel that you are truly part of our group. Remember Adam, we have been together now as a group of six guys for three years and you are being offered my place as I am relocating to San Francisco. So, you really are a very privileged guy, for which you have Kevin to thank." Antonio then bent over the table himself and opened his legs to allow Adam to enter his hole. Adam looked at the target anus, then at me for approval. I gave him a smile and a nod and away he went. I think that this was perhaps the first time Adam had ever rolled a condom onto his cock, which when fully erect as it now was, was truly a monument of man-meat. As he withdrew from Antonio, Dmitri bent over to offer his hole to take Adam's cock, I motioned to Adam to pull of the condom and replace it by a fresh one, which I handed to him with a smile and a nod and away he went. Once he got started there was no holding him back and if there had been a prize for the fastest six hole penetration by one guy's cock, then Adam would have won it hands down; he finally went at it like greased lightning. So, Adam's induction into our little group had gone off without a hitch. The guys had clearly all taken to Adam and he to them, but who wouldn't, for he was a magnificent looking young stud and had a very large cock, the envy of any normal guy who saw it. Moreover, I noticed that as things progressed from Adam having his hole reamed by the six of us, moving on to his fucking each of us in turn, he was became more and more relaxed and casual about the whole business: clearly he was losing what inhibitions and timidity he had had up to now. I also now noticed that he had got rid of his pubic hair, which I also took as a good sign as he clearly wanted to put his cock in the spotlight and, let's face it, a fuzz of pubic hair surrounding a superb dick is not the most attractive of things to look at, even when that hair is blondish, as had been the case with Adam. I went into the kitchen opened the 'fridge and took out two bottles of champagne, which I had bought to celebrate Adam's joining our group. I was truly relieved that things had gone so well and champagne to toast Adam's arrival and Antonio's pending departure seemed most appropriate. We had none of us eaten anything and a couple of glasses of champagne went quickly to our heads, with the result that whatever inhibitions Adam had had at the start of the proceedings had now been thrown to the wind. What happened next, truly delighted me, as it was Adam who seized the initiative, without any help from me. Addressing Antonio, he said, "Come on Antonio, give my butt your best pounding for the last time, as we shall probably not see each other again for a long time." And with this he leaned against the table, spread his legs and invited Antonio to give his hole some attention. Antonio, of course, obliged, for who on earth would not, as Adam was a very attractive stud and in his present pose offered the most inviting and irresistible of bubble butts to any prospective partner. Of course, this was actually the first time that evening when anyone had truly fucked anyone else, for in the preliminaries inducting Adam, we had all simply given Adam the feel of our cocks, without actually fucking him properly and he, likewise, had just dipped his own wick into each of our holes. So, not surprisingly, Antonio was raring to go and was clearly going to give Adam the best butt fuck he could muster. But Antonio's horniness was not unique, for all five of us were similarly excited. So, I rolled on a condom onto my own cock. Motioning to the others to do the same and then, rock hard with the excitement of the moment, and without giving any warning to Antonio, I thrust my tool as far as I could into his fuck-hole. He realised what had happened, immediately and paused in what he was about to do to Adam. The other guys, then swiftly followed suit, with Jonathan entering me, Mike entering Jonathan, Eric entering Mike and Dmitri bringing up the rear guard and transfixing Eric. There we stood, the seven of us, strung together anus to cock, with Adam at the head and Dmitri bringing up the rear. I then motioned to Adam to swing round and form a circle the seven of us and to thrust his unengaged cock into Dmitri's anus, thus forming a complete circular chain. So there we were, the seven of us totally united, arse to cock. If ever there was a consolidated group of dedicated young copulators, it surely had to be us! Very gently then, we began the not very easy operation of pumping our neighbour's arse, until, by some unexpected miracle of synchronisation, we all managed to explode together in an enormous ejaculation of cum. It was the first and as matters turned out, the only climax of the evening. But we all felt that we had relieved the sexual tension which had been building up. We all collapsed laughing onto the floor and then, after a few minutes pause, by unspoken accord, decided that enough was enough and that we ought to stop there for the day. So then my buddies availed themselves of my shower, cleaned themselves off, leaving Adam and me as the sole survivors of what, by any standards, had been a unique occasion. Adam looked at me and I at him. "How do you think it went," he asked, "Are they OK with me?" "Oh, come on Adam, don't talk such nonsense. Everything went swimmingly well. They all absolutely love you, and that includes our departing friend Antonio too. And I was so proud of what you yourself achieved. I sprang your induction sequence on you without a word and prayed that you would not walk out, which you did not and, at the end of the day, I know you really enjoyed what was your first true experience of group sex. It's a great and very enjoyable business isn't it? And I was also really impressed by the way that you took the initiative with Antonio, inviting him to shaft you as a farewell gesture, which turned into a spectacular display of group sex." "Really Adam, you came so very far in this one evening, so far, that I can hardly believe your progress and the shedding of your timidity. As I have told you many times, there is really nothing at all to fear and once you have taken that first step, then what follows is one of the most endurable and enjoyable of all pastimes. "Sex is a toy which never fails to please," said some guy somewhere, and he was right." "In a few days, I will show you how to widen your horizons and add spice to your sex life, by picking up a "one night stand" just as I picked you up in the Howard bar. Believe me, you will enjoy the experience, I promise you. Now, I am hungry and I guess you are too, so let me order some pizza and we will drink the rest of the bubbly together. Meanwhile, let's go and get cleaned up. Oh why does sex have to be such a messy business?" I ended with a laugh. CHAPTER 11 I had just left the shower drying myself, leaving Adam still in there enjoying the hot water, when the doorbell rang. I walked across to the door, squinted through the one-way spy-hole to discover that it was the pizza delivery guy, the selfsame one who had delivered the pizzas the previous time and been somewhat nonplussed when I opened the door to him stark naked. Well, I thought, "He's seen me stark-naked once, so what the hell does it matter if he sees me again? Anyway, what's wrong with a guy his age seeing another man naked?" So once again I opened the door to him. I have to say that the first time he came with his delivery, I had not paid particular attention to him but I now noticed that this guy was a really muscular dude well set up, much like Adam and me. I wondered to myself what such an attractive young stud was doing delivering pizzas. He gazed at me, this time as if it were a daily occurrence to find oneself confronted by a naked man, but with his eyes focusing immediately on my cock, and said, "Hi! Do you spend your entire life wearing no clothes?" I suppose one had to admire this guy's instant composure, for I imagine most guys would have turned heel and gone. "Come in, Brett," I replied, quickly reading his name off the pizza parlour badge he had pinned to his jacket. "I have to find you the cash as you were here much sooner than I expected and you caught me unawares again as I had just stepped out of the shower when you rang. Put the pizzas in the kitchen please and just wait a second while I find my wallet to get you your money." At that very moment, Adam emerged from the bathroom, still towelling himself off. Brett's eyes widened but he observed with his somewhat brash boldness, "Quite a little party you seem to have been having here, or am I missing something?" He shifted his gaze from one to the other of us and then continued, "I have to say that you two guys are really well set up, especially where it counts. "What are you guys, bodybuilders or what? I have never ever before delivered pizza to a place where the customers strutted around starkers. And this is the second time in a couple of weeks! Not that it has anything at all to do with me, but come on, guys, what gives?" "Well Brett," I replied, "To satisfy your curiosity about something which really does not, as you say, concern you , but for what it is worth, my partner here and I have been having a little sexual fun together; any objections?" "No, no, not at all! I was just curious, and now I know. But as I am now here, perhaps you can help me. I have a girlfriend and we are, how shall I put it, "pretty close", but I have often wondered what it might be like to have sex with another guy - just to satisfy my curiosity, you understand." "Are you telling us, then, that you might like to stay and have a bit of action with us?" I said. "Are you yourself sure of your own sexuality and do you want to confirm by having sex with another man, that you are truly a straight guy or are you not sure? You say you are "pretty close" to your girl friend, but how close is "pretty close" and for that matter how often do you actually have sex with her?" Faced with such a blunt question, Brett began to falter. He gave no immediate answer and was fast losing the brazen confident manner which he had adopted at the start of the conversation. I started to discern in his demeanour, that there was a chink in this guy's armour and I thought that I had an idea what it might be. So I said to him, "Listen, Brett, I get the vague impression from your evasiveness, and your obvious interest in what my friend and I have been doing together, that all is not well in the sexual world between you and your girl friend. Am I right?" "My god, you are so quick on the uptake," replied Brett, "How ever did you come up with such an idea?" "Well, am I right or wrong? Is there or is there not, as Shakespeare put it, "something rotten in State of Denmark"? Am I right or wrong in my surmise? Come on, Brett, it's a simple question. Yes or no? Then the whole story came pouring out. Brett, admitted that he was completely uncertain about his relationship with his girl friend. It turned out that in the six months he had known her, their "pretty close relationship" had resulted only twice in sex and Brett finally came clean to us and said that he was not even sure if he enjoyed fucking her. Kevin and Bambi So you hear a knock at your door. You're still in your bathrobe as it's fairly early in the morning and the snow has interrupted your work day. You come to the front door and open it to find a very bundled up and extremely cold Bambi shivering from head to toe. "Oh Kevin, I'm so glad you answered the door! I went home early this morning to get my things so I can move into the office and Gary was FURIOUS!" You bring me in from the cold, taking my coat, shaking off the snow and placing it in your closet. "Bambi Girl! What the hell happened?" "Kevin, I can't believe that asshole! Actually, I can. He's such a loser. I don't know why on earth I married him. I guess being high school sweethearts was as sweet as it would ever get! Brushing the snow off of my pant legs I exclaim "Oh shit, these are really wet. Could you put them in the dryer?" You flash a huge smile and although I'm distraught, I smile back with stirring below my waist. You take me to your bedroom where I strip out of my slacks. Now I'm only wearing my red lace panties and a red cashmere sweater. "Can you believe this? I didn't even have time to put on a fucking bra! Oh well..." Your eyes are caressing my bare legs as I bend over to pick up my slacks, intentionally showing off my fine round ass, with a smile you say, "Calm down sweetie. Tell me what happened." But in your eyes I see that's not really where your mind's at. My eyes wander downward and from the protuberance of your hard cock my suspicions are confirmed. "Well, it's a long fucked up story, but basically we fought pretty hard, he pushed me around a bit and I told him it was completely over. I grabbed the keys to the car and got my coat on. He stood in my way and begged me not to leave, but I did anyway. I had no fucking idea there would be this much snow! The damn car wouldn't start, and I knew I couldn't go back inside or something bad would've happened. I had no money, so I walked to your place. I'm fucking freezing! Do you have anything to warm me up?" Your eyes light up at the thought of warming up my fine ass with a hot injection yet you have the sensitivity enough to first offer me a drink. "I know its early Bambi, but considering what you've been through and walking in the cold, maybe you would like a drink?" My eyes fill with tears and I blink them back, "Oh Kevin, you're such a gentleman. I'm so glad you were home. I don't know anyone else in the city since I moved here with him so he could find work. What a joke that is!" You offer me a pair of your flannel pajama pants reluctantly, "Oh thanks Kevin, but I'm already feeling much warmer now that I'm out of those wet slacks. Do you mind?" You look thrilled, "Mind, hell, I would love to have you completely naked! But let's have a Ketel One martini first." You take me into your living room and I sit on your couch by the fireplace. You make us martinis and bring them in sitting down next to me. I take my first sip and roll my eyes, "Kevin you are so right about this drink. I do believe it's the best I've had!" You place your hand on my thigh and give it a light squeeze. "I only serve the best Bambi, you know that by now!" We chuckle and look at each other with warmth in our eyes. "Do you think I could stretch out here for a minute? I'm so tired. I would love to just lay my head in your lap and rest my eyes." I finish my drink and yawn. Your compassion wins out and you say, "Sure thing sweetie, make yourself comfortable." I lay my head on your lap and within moments you hear my breathing change. You stroke my hair thinking how beautiful I am and ask yourself why someone as classy as me would put up with trash like Gary. Your mind wanders as you think about past mistakes you've made in love and understanding becomes a bit easier. Soon you cannot help but feel my head resting on your cock and it begins to stiffen again. You're thinking it really isn't the right time for that, but some things you just can't control. I turn my head and the movement against your semi-hard cock is unbearable. You cannot stand it anymore. Looking down at my body, you see my cleavage heaving as I breathe. The angle you're in is perfect for gazing down the v-neck of my sweater. Lightly you trail your fingers over my face and down my neck. You continue down to my neckline and gently slip your hand inside my sweater. My nipples react immediately and a small moan escapes my lips. Your cock is throbbing, trapped under my head. You ache to set it free, to caress it as you fondle me. The temptation is excruciating. Pretty soon you can't take it anymore. Slipping out from under me so slowly and gently, it seems like an eternity. Careful not to wake me up you rest my head on a couch cushion. Now you know what you want to do to yourself, and you waste no time opening your robe to start gripping your massive cock. Standing over me you look at my delicate, vulnerable body and all you can think about is stuffing me full of flesh. You walk away shaking your head, thinking to yourself, "I must be nuts for this girl if I'm not taking advantage of this situation." You quickly disregard that thought as you pour yourself another martini. It's getting really warm by the fire so you disrobe and sit on the chair opposite me. You drink most of your glass in one gulp. You fantasize about what you will do to me when I wake up. You stroke your cock and squeeze and pull. It's not enough. You're really concerned about blowing a good thing. I mean a secretary like this doesn't come around often, and you wouldn't want to spoil any future fun by being over anxious. After a couple of drinks you're no longer talking yourself out of it. You've had just enough to loosen any constrictive thinking. Still stroking yourself, your desire takes hold of you. You walk over to me and stand in front of my face. Leaning on the back of the couch you brush the head of your dick across my lips like a paint brush carefully applying the clear slickness of lip gloss. You think to yourself, "This is torture! When will she wake up? It's been an hour now. Maybe I should just wake her up. Maybe I shouldn't...." A smile fills your face and you reposition yourself on your knees to be closer to my skin. I smell like lavender and you inhale my sweet aroma fully indulging in the essence of me. As you continue to jack-off, you move your free hand to my leg. Starting at my ankle, admiring my pretty feet with red painted toes, you slowly move your hand up my leg. When you reach my knee I moan and suddenly open my legs. Your shock has you frozen in your train of thought, "Is she awake? If she is, this is a sign she wants me to continue. But what if she's not awake? I could be violating her trust right now and that would lead to the end of this lovely beginning..." After this moment of non-movement, your hand still resting on my knee, I moan again. You cannot fight the urge to move higher. Sliding your hand between my thighs, your cock is throbbing and you just want to taste me. Ever so delicately you graze the small, neatly trimmed, patch of blond hair. It tickles me and you see a smile emerge on my face. You cannot help feeling that it's a green light. So you press on my clit softly and feel the wetness accumulating there. You push open my pussy lips to let loose the flood of slippery lubrication. As I flow, you slide your finger into my cunt and immediately feel me grip you. I let out another moan and a sigh. You grip your cock but stop rubbing to preserve the feeling. Pulling your finger out, you bring it to your lips and taste what you've been craving. The sweet slickness fills your mouth and nostrils with my love potion. Now your mind is reeling. "She wants this. I know I'm not wrong. If I am I can always stop if she opposes. What am I waiting for?" You talk yourself into proceeding. With my legs spread, you have a clear path to lead your tongue. Wasting no more time you kiss my lips and lick my clit. I gasp... you pause and look up at me. Now my mouth is open and I'm breathing heavy. You see my mouth as an open invitation and after you suck my sweet juices for a few minutes you cannot resist the call of my wet mouth around your hard cock. You stand up again and come back around to the front of the couch. I'm facing you, and my mouth open makes it easy for you to slide your cock in. After briefly rubbing your head on my lips to wet them, you push it into my succulent kisser. Immediately you feel my tongue swirling around your head and a wash of complete pleasure makes your knees weak. Then you realize I'm sucking you and I still look asleep! Your convinced I'm faking until I awake, shocked that you're in my mouth. I pull back and gasp, "KEVIN! What are you doing?" Caught in the act you feel compelled to explain yourself. "You just looked so good, and your smell was driving me crazy. A couple martinis and I don't know what took over." Smiling down at your hard cock, "Well I guess we both know what took over!" We both laugh and you pull me up to meet you standing. We kiss and I taste myself on your lips. "Kevin you naughty man you! You were sucking my pussy. I thought I was dreaming! It felt so good, will you continue?" You are more than happy to accommodate my request, first telling me "Bend over this chair so I can tongue fuck you from behind." I love that you're taking control and I do just as you ask. Put my hands on the chair and bend over, spreading my hot legs, opening my wet cunt, and showing off my fine, tight, round ass. You move in swiftly and shove your hot, wet, slippery tongue between my pussy-lips making me scream out in pleasure. You circle my clit with your tongue, and then suck my lips into your mouth. You lick all the way up to my ass, sticking in just the tip. I jerk suddenly with the zing you've given me, but I press back urging you on. You gobble up my pussy till I cum in your mouth, releasing a fresh gush of hot juice. You turn me around and say "Now I want you to really suck my cock, and suck it good." I get to work licking your balls and shaft, opening up all the way so you can grab the back of my hair and shove it so deep I can hardly breathe. I take it all in and swirl my tongue around your head dipping just the tip into your hole. Gasping and moaning you growl at me "that's it... clean my prick good" I'm so turned on by how forceful you said that it makes me groan deep in my throat as you pull my hair and push it in all the way. Then I take the rest of your martini and I dribble it over you, licking it all off of your straining rod and even your balls. You pull me up gently by my hair and kiss me, sucking every bit of the martini off of my lips. I nibble you and pull back looking you deep in your eyes, "Kevin, please fuck me, please, I can't wait anymore. I need you to fill me with that cock." You push me onto the coffee table in front of the fireplace and hold my feet, spreading my legs open wide. I reach between my legs and grasp your hot pulsating tool guiding it towards my pussy. I rub my lips with your head and you groan with anticipation. I start to tease my clit with it and you get overwhelmed, "It's all over but the shoutin' now Bambi" you reach down and grab it from me, point it where you want it most and shove it so deep I can only gasp for air. I moan as you begin stroking in and out first slow and then quick, then slowing down again. I feel you so deep and you start sucking on my toes. I can't take it; I'm yelling "OH YEAH, FUCK ME HARD!" You listen like a good boy and push it in as hard as you can. You're grabbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples so hard I can only squeal in pain and pleasure. I can feel myself sliding on the table because of my sweat and you must have noticed too because you pull me up again. You pull each nipple to your mouth eagerly to suck and squeeze them. It makes me breathe harder and harder. I push you into the chair and turn around so you smack my ass. After a good couple licks my cheeks are red and my pussy dripping, I settle down on your cock facing away from you. You grab my ass and help give me lift as I bounce up and down taking your entire long wand. I love feeling you kneading my ass with your hands, so firm and hard, your grip turns me on. My hair cascades over my shoulders and my curls bounce up and down as I ride your dick. Grinding my ass all around I feel you take your finger and touch my hole. I scream, "YES, OH GOD YES, DO IT!" and you slip your finger into my ass. You can feel me clenching my pussy around your cock but amazingly you hold back as I cum. You want to feel every little twitch and squeeze. I cum wildly riding you "OH YEAH KEVIN I'M CUMMIN!" Your groaning let's me know you can't take much more, but you had other plans. You push me up and tell me to lie on my stomach in front of the fire. I do it without hesitation; my legs are shaking so hard I need to lie down. My head spinning from everything, your carpet is thick and soft. I lay my cheek against it and inhale deeply the aroma of wood burning as you lay your rod between my ass cheeks. You enter gently as I groan from the pain; I feel the burn and know I'm real. I relax and let the waves wash over me as you reach that undeniable spot that feels so good. I reach down under my body to rub my clit. Straddling me you push it deeper and I beg for deeper still. "oooohhhhh deeper, please fuck me deep.." you do just that, burying your flesh into mine. Each thrust brings me to a thrill I could never explain to anyone. Each stab like a mini orgasm, my body shakes as I begin to cum again. You can't hold back any longer you start pounding my ass hard and I scream over and over again. "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OH YEAH BABY FUCK ME HARD" my pussy gushing and gripping you tightly. You give my ass a few more quick swats to finish me off and pull it out. You jack off your spunk all over my ass cheeks and back, rubbing it to break the sting of your hand prints. We both collapse on the floor in front of the fire place, completely spent and satisfied. You give me a kiss, gently and deeply. Look into my eyes and ask "How about another martini?" and I say "Hell yeah! Can we have olives this time?" Kevin and Cara: Tease Me Caroline and I have known each other practically our whole lives. We didn't live right next to each other, but close enough...she lived on the corner, and I lived five doors down, across the road. I met her at the bus stop in fourth grade. Her family was new in town. She was a year younger, quiet, and sat alone, ignoring all the noise and spitballs flying across the seats. She was just getting off the bus, when the bully of the entire school yanked her braid so hard she yelped and dropped her lunch. Without even hesitating, she spun around, kind of jumped in the air and hit Will Dunning, almost twice her size and probably triple her weight, square in the nose. He fell to the ground and blood poured out of his broken nose. He sat there and cried, holding his face. Everyone was kind of stunned. "Will Dunning, that's what you get for picking on little girls." The bus driver said, handing him a tissue. "Go to the nurse." I picked up her lunch for her, and introduced myself. She smiled up at me, and at that moment, I fell in love with her, her braids and her fierce, bright green eyes. She got suspended that day, but when she came back to school, I made sure to sit at her lunch table. From that day on, we were inseparable. She was the first girl I'd ever liked. The first one I danced with. When her mom died of cancer a year later, she was the first girl I held while she cried. She was the first girl I went on an official date with,the first girl I kissed that same night, and in tenth grade, she was the first girl I got into a fistfight to keep. I won. That time I got suspended, but word got around, and the other guys just knew, Cara was mine. We went to every game, dance and social function with each other in high school. Eventually her father remarried, I think mostly because he was afraid of raising a teenage girl without a motherly type around. Her step-mother enforced so much religious intolerance and rules, she nearly killed Cara's feisty spirit I fell in love with. Dana was especially strict in the area of pre-marital sex. No matter how respectful I was of her dating rules, and of Cara as a person, Dana was convinced I was nothing more than a giant walking hormone, with no self control what so ever. To be fair, some days, I agreed with her, but I waited. I went crazy nearly every day, but no matter how badly I wanted to, I wasn't going to be with another girl just to get my rocks off. I wanted Cara, and she was worth the wait. Cara and I got married the fall after she graduated high school. No one was surprised. Our wedding was a dream come true for both of us. I was just as inexperienced as her, but she was terrified, shaking like a leaf in the wind on our wedding night. I have no idea what Dana told her to expect, but eventually she relaxed, and we both enjoyed ourselves. Me more than her I think. She's too shy to actually talk about it, so I don't really know. We've only been married two weeks, and we just got back from our honeymoon. I love having sex with her, but every encounter we have, she is still very timid and innocent. She didn't seem experimental in the slightest, and I didn't know how to talk to her about it without making her feel bad. I wasn't really any more experienced than she was, just more eager to try new things. She never denied my advances, but she was still too new to sex to make the first move. That's why, when I came home from work this afternoon, I was beyond shocked to see her greet me at the door wearing nothing but a thong, her hair in the same two braids she had the day we met, only much longer. I didn't even know she owned a thong. "Cara?" I was stunned, my mouth hanging open. "Hello, Kevin." She said, sticking her tongue in my still gaping mouth. I was weak in the knees and hard as a rock by the time she pulled back. She had never kissed me quite like that before. "What in the world has gotten into you?" I groaned, kissing her neck. I couldn't resist grabbing her ass and pulling her up to me for another searing kiss. "Nothing...yet." She giggled, looking pointedly at my crotch. I gulped. Just the heat of her gaze made me painfully tight. "Caroline, are you drunk or something?" I asked carefully. She threw her head back and laughed. I watched mesmerized by her long braids teasing her taunt little nipples as she giggled. She had never been so tempting. "No...I'm not drunk." She said, pulling me farther into the house. "Okay...." I said slowly. "I want to experiment." She said simply, as if she were talking about cooking. "Umm...ok" I said, not entirely sure what she meant. She pushed open the bedroom door. She had made a path to the bed with dozens of votive candles and red and pink rose petals. The entire room was decorated, lit by candles, making her skin glow and shimmer. "Wow, baby this is awesome." I said. "But...um...not to kill the mood or anything...are we celebrating something?" She pushed me onto the bed, and knelt down to take off my shoes and socks. "Nope." She said simply. "I was reading this article in a magazine, and I want to try something with you. I hope you don't mind." She said softly. "If you don't like it, we can stop..." She said softly. "I'm sure whatever it is, I will like it." I said, trying my best to hold back a chuckle. She really had no idea how much I had been waiting for her to do something so bold. I was tempted to rip her lacy little thong off right then, and fuck her brains out, but I just knew she wasn't quite ready for that. Yet. "Ok...well...there are rules." She said, unbuttoning my dress shirt. I took a deep breath. This could be interesting."Ok." I said softly, cupping her face between my hands and looked her right in the eyes. "Let's play." I said huskily. Her eyes widened. She gulped, her fingers faltering on the last button. "You have to do exactly what I say." She said, whispering. "I think I can do that." I said, shrugging the shirt off. She took a deep breath, and mumbled the next rule as fast as she could. "No touching me." She mumbled, her face turned away from me. Her face burned a light pink. She was embarrassed. "You don't want me to touch you?" I asked, tilting her chin back up to look at me. Her cheeks flared an even brighter red. God, it was so cute. "Did I hear that right?" She nodded. "That's what the article said I was supposed to say." She whispered. She looked so upset she was going to cry. "I see." I said softly. I kissed her gently. Her lips trembled under mine. "I'll do my best to follow the rules." I said. Even if it kills me. "Really?" She asked. "Your not mad?" "Why would I be?" I asked surprised. "Because...I'm your wife. Dana said a woman never denies her husband." "That's one of those biblical things she drilled into you isn't it?" I stated. It wasn't really a question. Her step-mom was a religious nutcase. She nodded. "I want to be a good wife. Good wives don't say no." "Honey...I may regret this, but you can tell me no if you want to." I said. "I love you so much, and I don't want you to ever feel like I've forced you to have sex." I said carefully. She was just so damn innocent sometimes. I cupped her face in my hands again. "I'd prefer it if you want to have sex every single time I did, and I'd love it if you'd take the lead once in a while, but if your not into it, I don't want you to fake enjoying it, you understand?" "Ok." She said. "You ARE a good wife to me, no matter what. You're the only wife I want. You are the only woman in the world for me." She nodded quietly. "So what's next?" I asked. "You're so tempting in just that little scrap of cloth, and you've already got me hard." I said. She giggled, blushing. "I have to finish undressing you." She said. "Stand up." I stood, looking down at her hot body sitting naked at my feet. God, what a sight. She has no idea how sexy she is. She refused to look me in the eye as she reached for my belt and unbuckled it. I stood quietly. She had never taken my pants off before. I hissed as her hand brushed against the tip of my erection. She hadn't been bold enough to touch me before, and I never forced her to. She pulled her hands away quickly. "Are you ok?" She asked quietly. I nodded, and took a deep breath. "Keep going." I said, putting her hands back on my hips. She slid the belt through the loops and tossed in to the side. She ran her fingers back and forth along the top of my slacks, along my stomach. It tickled, and the slightest touch made me even harder. I knew she was working up the courage to unbutton my pants. I almost did it for her, but changed my mind. She needed to develop some sexual confidence, and this was the first sign she had any. I had to let her set the pace she was comfortable with. Eventually she brushed up against me again, and I bit back a throaty moan. This was going to be torture. Finally, she released the button, and slowly pulled my zipper down. My pants slid down to my ankles. The pressure on my cock eased, but only slightly. My briefs were tight. She glanced up at me, her cheeks flushed, looking for my reaction. I gave her an encouraging nod. "Go ahead. Take them off." I whispered. She went back to running her hands along the elastic for a minute, before she slowly rolled my shorts down my legs. Immediately my erection bobbed free, standing straight up toward my bellybutton. "Oh!" She gasped in surprise. I could feel my veins throbbing. She sat back on her heels staring. "Cara." I whispered, looking down at her. "Would you like to touch me?" Please...please say yes. "Like you touch me?" She asked, her face flushed. "Yes, sort of." I said. "Give me your hand." I said, I gently grabbed her wrist. She stared at me a minute. "No." She said simply, pulling her hand away. She sat with her hands in her lap, still staring at my cock. "No?" I gasped. "I thought that was what your article was about." I said. She shook her head. "No...it's not." "Well, what is it about then?" I was starting to get frustrated. "I'm supposed to..." She hesitated. "What?" I asked. I tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "What are you supposed to do sweetheart?" "You have to watch me." She said softly. "Watch you?" "Kevin...like you touch me." She was embarrassed again, and stood up, walking to the end of the bed, her back to me. Oh. My. God. "Masturbate?" I swallowed. She didn't say anything. I got up and walked over to her. I pulled her around to look at me. She had tears swimming in her eyes. She nodded."Dana said it's wrong! But Trina said everyone does it!" Trina was her best friend. "Wait...Cara...are you saying you've NEVER touched yourself?" I asked. "Not even once?" I always assumed she had. She was always so shy about sex we never actually talked about it. She pressed her lips together and shook her head. Her braids bounced against her breasts. Oh man...that explains a lot. "And this article you found tells you to?" I prompted gently, running my hands up her arms to her shoulders. She seemed to have forgotten I was not supposed to be touching her. She was too upset. "Well sort of. It doesn't actually say how..." "Honey, what does it say?" I asked patiently. She didn't want to seem to say the words. "Well it said you would like it." She hesitated. "Oh let me just go get it!" She sputtered, frustrated with herself. She stormed off into the bathroom. I chuckled, watching her cute little butt sway. Her two braids bounced, the ends brushing the top of her bottom. Her step-mom had never let her cut her hair short, and she hadn't bothered to change that since we'd been married. I love her long dark hair. She emerged a few seconds later and quietly handed me the magazine. Cosmopolitan. Oh wow. There was a little yellow sticky note poking out of one of the pages. I flipped it open to the marked page. Pleasure Yourself and Drive Him Wild. Yes, Please. I skimmed the article, and felt my cock jump to attention. It covered the rules and an erotic dance. Oh HELL yes! My innocent wife wanted to learn how to be a tease. "Well?" She asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You want to dance for me?" I asked carefully. I put the magazine on the bench at the end of our bed. "Well...maybe." She said. "I don't really know what to do." She was kind of shaking again. What was she so scared of? I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. I ran my fingers through my hair. My erection was going down a little, but I didn't mind. Getting her to open up to me was more important right now. "Cara, how can I help you be more comfortable having sex if you won't talk about it? I need you to talk to me. After all, we are married now. It's ok to talk about it with me." "Ok." She seemed relieved. She moved farther onto the bed, sitting cross legged. "We can talk." She was leaning back against a mountain of pillows. Her breasts were high and tight,more beautiful on the candlelight. She was a 32C. Her nipples were dusty pink and marble hard, begging to be touched. Mine...only by me. "So, lets talk. What's on your mind baby?" "Do you masturbate?" She asked softly. Her cheeks flushed. "Yes. How else do you think I was able to keep my hands off you in high school? I had to put them somewhere." I chuckled. She seemed surprised. "How often did you do it?" "Practically every day." I moved to sit at the end of the bed, leaning against one of the posts. "Sometimes more." "You never felt...guilty?" "Nope...it's a natural thing to do Caroline. To release sexual tension and other forms of stress. Even babies touch themselves in the womb, because its comforting to them. It's normal, and nothing to be ashamed of, not between lovers, and not between us, especially now that we are married." "Oh." She was thinking. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. "What does it feel like?" She asked next. I groaned softly. If I have to explain it...hmm...will she go for it? "It's great. You should try it." I said suggestively. She stared at me, kind of shocked, but then she smiled a little. "I don't know what to do." She said finally. "I can talk you through it, if you want." I said hopefully. She flushed, but then she nodded. "Watching a woman touch herself is really arousing to a man. You have no idea how much I want to touch you already." "I think that's the idea." She said, smiling. I laughed out loud. She giggled. She was visibly more relaxed now. "Get comfy. I'll be right back." I got up and went to the bathroom. Our bathroom mirror hung on the wall like a picture, and I unhooked it, and carried it into the bedroom. "What are you doing, Kevin?" "Sometimes part of pleasuring yourself is watching yourself." I said, positioning the bench to hold the mirror up at the end of our bed. When it was leaning at the right angle, I went into the dining room and grabbed a chair. I arranged a few candles so that the light reflected into the mirror and set the chair next to the bed. I would see both her and her reflection. "Ok...are you ready?" I asked, settling myself in the chair. She nodded slowly, looking directly at me. She was leaning back on the pillows, her arms kind of stiffly at her sides. "Look at yourself in the mirror." I said. She turned her head to look. "Watch yourself breathing, how your chest moves up and down." Her long braids settled off to the side when she took a deep breath. "Now imagine your hands are my hands." I said. "Touch yourself how I do." I instructed. "I want you to show me what you like." I said softly. "Ok." She said softly. She rested one hand on her stomach. At first she didn't move, but then she began to rub her belly in slow circles, around her navel, over her sides, sliding her fingers along her ribs. I watched quietly, studying her face. She was staring in the mirror. "When your ready, touch your breasts." I said softly. "Show me what feels good to you." She flushed slightly and moved her right hand to the top of her neck, trailing her fingers down an inch or so. "It's ok to touch yourself Cara." I encouraged gently. She moved her hand to her left breast, covering it with her palm. Her nipple peaked out between two fingers. She squeezed gently, the nipple poking out farther. Lick-a-ble. I felt my cock harden. "Don't be afraid to use both hands, sweetheart." I said, shifting in the chair. She moved her other hand to cover her right breast, her arms crossed, covering her chest from my view. "Cup your breasts, one in each hand." I instructed gently. She moved her arms so that I had a better view of her."Good." I said. "Now, tease your nipples with your thumb." I suggested. She was staring at herself in the mirror, and slowly moved both her thumbs across her nipples. She gasped. She did it again. I watched, licking my lips, as her areolas creased, tightened. She moved to pinching her nipples gently, gasping again. Her neck flush a light splotch of pink. She shivered, pinching her nipples again. Goosebumps appeared along her arms. She was completely ignoring me now, mesmerized by her own reflection in the mirror. I was getting harder, breathing a bit faster. My breath hitched when she grabbed her braids and used the ends of them to tease her breasts, her soft hair running over her flesh. Why hadn't I ever thought to do that? She moaned softly at the sensation, tickling her nipples and breasts in circles, wider, then focused on the tips, slow, and then fast. She was breathing hard. She moved back to pinching them, pulling on them. "It feels better when you touch me." She said softly. "When you use your mouth." I groaned. "That's good to know." I felt my cock throb. I shifted in the chair again. She had no idea how tempting that thought was to me. Or maybe she did. I shifted again so that I sat on my hands. "Move your hand lower now, baby." We both watched as she trailed her hand down her chest to the top of her thong. She uncrossed her legs, shifting them straight out in front of her. She toyed with the tiny strings settled on her hips, and glanced at me nervously. "Take them off." I whispered hoarsely, clearing my throat. She nodded, and slipped her fingers under the strings. She wiggled her hips and the lacy black cloth fell away from her secret mound. "Oh Cara!" I breathed. She had shaved herself bare. I was rock hard in an instant. I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock deep in her newly bare snatch. "Do you like it?" She asked nervously. Her face was flushed with embarrassment again. "The magazine suggested it." "I love it!" I nodded enthusiastically. "You look so sexy." My erection throbbed. I could see every detail of her moist inner parts when she spread her legs for me. I moved my hands to touch myself too. "I like it too. It feels good." She said softly. "Make yourself feel even better now." I said, grabbing my staff in one hand. She trailed her hand down and touched herself with one finger. She was looking in the mirror now. "Bend your knees up." I suggested. Her inner lips widened at the movement. I could see her soft pink petals part, exposing her entrance in the mirror. I groaned, rubbing slowly up and down my cock. She needed no further encouragement when she found her slit and slid a finger down. She cried out. I watched as she used her other fingers to hold her pink lips open. She was gasping now, watching herself in the mirror. Her nipples got harder and she shivered. I rubbed myself a little faster. "Oh! It feels so good." She gasped. She was starting to breathe harder, her legs spread wide. She was moving her fingers slowly, up and down her slit. "Oh baby, are you wet?" I asked. A little bead pearled at my tip. I rubbed around, smearing it down my shaft and squeezed my cock. Kevin and Cara: Tease Me "Yes." She gasped, moving her other hand to pinch her nipples. I groaned. "Find your clit now." I gasped. "Rub it." She moved her hand up and cried out. She jerked her hand away, as if she was burned. I stopped my hand movements when she looked at me. "What's the matter sweetie?" I asked, breathing hard. "It hurt." She said. "My fingernails get in the way." "Here, let me show you." I said. I would jump at any excuse to touch her at this point, and damn the rules. I moved to the bed, my erection bobbing painfully, and situated myself behind her on the pillows, so that she was leaning against my chest, my legs entwined with hers, holding her legs wider. With both of us watching in the mirror, my hands tweaked her nipples. She moaned. "I can do that part myself!" She groaned, frustrated. She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. We both moaned at the sensation of me cupping her hot bare mound. My hand was already damp with her juices. "It doesn't hurt when you do it." She said. "Show me what to do!" She demanded, wiggling in my arms. I chuckled, "Well hold still darling." I said. I slid a finger up to find her clit. "You probably just scratched yourself a little. Use the pads of your fingers." I whispered. I pressed gently, demonstrating. She moaned, arching her hips toward my hand. My erection tightened along her spine. "Your turn." I said. I took her hand in mine, her fingers directly under mine. I watched us both in the mirror, her leaning against me, both our hands between her legs. I kissed her neck as I gently circled her clit with her own fingers. She gasped and moaned. My other hand came up to squeeze her breasts. When she found her rhythm, she threw her head back, moaning continuously, her eyes closed. "Look at yourself." I whispered. "It's so hot." I groaned in her ear. I forced myself to move my hand away and just watch her pleasure herself. Caroline opened her eyes. I watched her eyes widen at the sight of her legs spread wide, pinned open by my own, her hand was buried between her legs, her fingers circling, her chest moving up and down. I teased her nipples with my hands, staring directly at her. "Look how hot you are." I whispered in her ear. "Oh Kevin!" She moaned. "It feels so good!" she groaned, arching her hips. "That's it baby." I said. I pinched and pulling her nipples. "Make yourself cum for me." I said, rubbing my erection against her back. I released my legs so she could move her hips more freely. Her breath hitched. Her fingers moved faster, her hips moved up and down of their own accord, each movement teasing my erection further. I was leaking precum all over her back. "Yes....oh....yes!" She hissed, arching up a bit, her feet flat on the bed. I just watched, mesmerized by the erotic sight of my new wife touching herself for the first time, while sitting in my lap. When her legs began to shake, I knew she was close. "Let go, love." I whispered, massaging her breasts. "Let yourself go." I encouraged, rubbing her nipples. She moaned. "A little harder now." I pinched both her nipples hard. The combination was enough to send her over the edge. "Oh GOD!" She screamed, she arched her back hard as I held her around the waist, frozen in pleasure, her fingers buried in her bare snatch. "Oh...Kevin...Kevin...Oh...Ohhhh." She thrashed in my arms, trembling and moaning until she finally relaxed and dropped her hips back down to cradle between my legs. "That's it baby...enjoy it." I kissed her neck and ran my hands up and down her arms. She laid quietly, her eyes closed, breathing hard, nestled against me. Her hand slipped from between her spread legs. She was gasping for breath. I groaned, unable to resist and delved my hand between her still shaking legs for a taste. My fingers slid easily into her hot channel, and scooped her liquid honey onto my fingers. She gasped in pleasure at the sensation and watched in the mirror as I licked her special flavor off my finger. We both groaned. I did it again, sliding my finger down her dripping channel, this time to tease her. I wanted to watch her cum again, but I couldn't resist touching her myself. She watched as I moved my finger rhythmically, sending shivers and spasms shooting through her body. She groaned, arched her hips for me, the motion sending my finger deeper. "Kevin!" She cried out. "Oh....please!" I knew it wasn't going to take much to make her climax again, as aroused as she was. "Please what?" I asked wickedly, stopping my finger just over her button. "Oh...please...don't stop!" "So, what do you think of masturbation?" I asked teasingly, rubbing her little knob of pleasure slowly, gently. She arched her head to look up at me, fire burning in her eyes. Her face was flushed and I loved knowing I did that to her. "If I'd known....oh... it was this good...KEVIN... I would have...oh...oh... done it a lot...OH... sooner." She gasped, tossing her head from side to side. Her whole body was shaking now and I knew she was right on the edge. I chucked. "I think everyone says that honey." I pinched her clit gently, and she came apart in my arms, gasping, and quivering through her second orgasm as I held her. Before she could completely recover, I moved her to lay sideways on the bed, and positioned myself between her legs. The mirror came crashing down onto the floor, and we laughed as it shattered. "We can get a new one." I said. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and slid my hard, thick cock into her warm, wet depth, one, agonizingly slow, inch at a time. We both moaned loudly when I finally slid all the way inside. "Oh Kevin...yes!" She gasped. She tightened around my length rhythmically, heading into another climax. In this position I seemed to be inside her deeper than I ever had before. Stretched her more than ever before. I could feel my cock's every vein snug against her inner walls, sliding in and out, pressing against that spot inside her that made her writhe in pleasure. I was so close, I had to stop to gain some control. Balls deep, I groaned against her, sucking her nipple as hard as I could, which sent spasms right to her pussy and my cock. The pressure built and I was going to explode. Hard. I couldn't wait any longer, the desire to slam myself into her over and over was so strong I wanted to scream, but she was always so tight I could not move easily, no matter how wet she was. It was slow torture for us both. "Oh, you feel so good...so damn tight!" I groaned, sliding back into her slowly. "Kevin...Kevin...oh..." She was tossing her head, writhing under me, crying out each time I slid back into her, until finally, we exploded, locked together in pleasure. I groaned and slammed inside her, totally out of control, over and over, shooting ropes of cum deep in her womb. When she hit her peak, thrashed, and tightened around me like a fucking vice and I screamed with her, the electricity shooting through my back and legs as I continued pulse and spasm inside her. Eventually we both calmed down and stopped moving. Several long minutes later, once I could move again, I gently eased out of her, and pulled the covers over both of us. "That was great." She sighed, moving to snuggle up to me, I wrapped my arms around her and just held her. "One of our best yet." I said, kissing her forehead. "So, did you like watching yourself in the mirror?" She nodded. "It was kind of weird at first, but I liked it." "I did too." I said. "It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen." "Kevin?" She looked up. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, love...what is it?" "You know when I was kneeling in front of you?" "Yeah...what about it?" I asked, softly. I knew what she was going to say and smiled. "I think it would be really sexy if you watched in a mirror while I... kissed you...down there." She said, blushing slightly, "You know, like you do to me sometimes." "Oh, God, babe...it would be!" I groaned at the thought. "I'll have mirrors installed in our bedroom tomorrow!" I said. I rolled us over so that I was on top of her. "Speaking of which..." I moved down her body to "kiss" her again. Kevin and Grandma See https://www.literotica.com/s/kevins-story-1 and https://www.literotica.com/s/grandmas-story for the complete story. ***** Kevin was awake when his Grandmother had gotten out of bed. He had been for sometime, while he played the nights events over in his head. At first he was worried that he had taken advantage of her, forced her into something she didn't want to do, and the way she had gotten out of bed it seemed she felt the same way. But after playing it over again in his head he knew she was a willing participant. Now the only guilt left was cheating on his wife. In all the years they had been married he never had before, and he was sure she had never slept with another man during that time. So how do you deal with that guilt. He remember seeing one of those self help shows where the psychologist said that confessing infidelity was done for the benefit of the adulterer not the spouse. So unless his Grandmother spilled the beans he wasn't, besides he had at least a week before he would see his wife again and he could have it all worked out in his head by then. For now he had to work it out with his Grandmother. He would hate to have ruined a relationship that had lasted this long. He got up and grabbed his robe tying it around him as he went down the stairs. He tried the kitchen first but it was dark so he went toward her bedroom. He found the door cracked but the room dark. There was a sliver of light shining through from the slightly opened bathroom door. Kevin started to duck out and wait for his Grandmother but he thought he heard crying coming from her direction. Creeping forward he moved to the opening in the door. As he got close enough he could see his grandmother reclined in the large claw foot tub. She was facing away from him, at first he could only see the top of her head and her now dyed but attractive red hair and shoulders, as he moved closer he could see those large tits that he had pawed a short time ago and the plump strawberry nipples were crinkled up again. His Grandmother was pinching one again, she had her arms crossed in front of her chest, one are holding up her breasts while the hand was stroking and pinching the nipple. Her other arm framed the other side while her hand was busy between her legs. Kevin strained to see more but couldn't clearly because of the water. He could tell she was busy fingering herself and the what he thought was crying earlier turned out to be gasps of pleasure. Without realizing it Kevin had reached down and began stroking his cock which has risen on it's own and had poked it self outside of his robe. Without thinking he watched his Grandmother tease herself, when he finally realized what he was doing he shook off any guilt rationalizing she watched him so he could watch her. When she placed her legs on each side of the tub and began thrusting her hips up causing tidal waves in the water Kevin stroked harder. Frustrated Grandma could not reach a climax like she was, even pumping her hips didn't help, the fear of flooding the bathroom didn't help either. She stopped her fingering and sat up dropping her tits and sighing. When she did Kevin stopped as well and backed up. When she turned over and knelt in the tub placing her chest against the back of the tub and her ass in the air Kevin stepped forward again. This time all he could see was her face and now closed eyes along with her ass humping in the air as she got herself off. Her tits were still being mauled by her free hand but they were hidden by the tub as well as the hand buried in her cunt. Still Kevin was entranced by the alabaster white ass bouncing up and down in the tub. It jiggled a bit more than his wife's but like her there was no cottage cheese. Kevin stroked with renewed fervor remembering how he had plowed her from behind a few hours before. The wet smacking sounds her hand made as she stabbed her fingers into her cunny turned her on even more. She had her eyes closed for most of the fantasy now reliving her grandson pounding her from behind. As her breathing increased and her pleasure built she rested her head on the lip of her the tub. Her mouth open slightly her tongue barely peeking out as she panted in pleasure and building desire. In her growing fog she opened her eyes slightly and saw her grandson standing in her bedroom through the open bathroom door. The light bathing him in enough of a glow so she could see his fist sliding up and down his hard cock and his thighs flexing in the pleasure. Her first mutter of "Kevin?" was more of a question but as the thought that she was being watch like she had watched him and he was stroking that lovely cock again as she was about to cum pushed her over the edge. The question turned to begging as she called out "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin." Her ass was now jack-hammering down onto her fingers until she could stand it no more, she locked her thighs around her hand before collapsing into the tub splashing cooling water onto the floor. When he first heard his name Kevin thought she had seen him and he had started to back away from the door again in panic but when he realized she was calling his name as she orgasmed he stepped forward following with his on climax shooting ropes of cum onto the bathroom door and floor before dropping to his knees. Kevin was the first to recover and hurriedly used his robe to clean up his mess on the floor before extricating himself back to his room. Grandma came to her senses and looked out through the door hoping to see her grandson there but he was gone. She sighed believing it was all a figment of her imagination. Standing she grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped herself in it before walking back into her bedroom. She shut her door completely before turning on the lights. She heard the water turn on upstairs and knew Kevin was in the shower. Part of her wanted to go upstairs and get in the shower with him letting things go from there. As she dropped the towel in front of her mirror she let that thought go. There was no way her grandson or any man would get turned on at the sight of her now. Her once proud D cup breasts hung lower and the little roll around her belly was still there from having children so long ago. The tiger stripes of stretch marks covered her stomach and upper thighs. She turned and looked at her ass, now drooping a bit despite exercise, but no bumps or fat pockets that many women her age carried around. Even so she knew the only reason her grandson had taken her last night that he was frustrated from the repeated lack of being able to see his wife and the stimulation from being in the middle of masturbating to his wife's sex videos. She knew there was no way he would want a repeat this morning and no way she saw him standing in the shadows masturbating as she did the same. It was just a wishful dream on her part. Sighing she crawled up on the bed covering her nude body with the duvet before getting lost in her own self doubt. Kevin had finished showering and had gotten his uniform on. He always kept a few pressed and prepped ahead of time. In his line of work nothing was worse than a bad looking uniform. He had hoped to talk to his Grandmother before he left but as he went downstairs he saw her door was closed. He waited for her to come out as long as he could before he had to leave. He hoped she wasn't having second thoughts after her orgasms this morning. Hearing his truck start in the driveway did little to make her feel any better. When she heard it back away and into the street she sighed heavily and decided she needed to get dressed and quit feeling sorry for herself. She should be glad that in her lifetime she had been able to have had sex like that at least once in her life with a man. It was pleasant before with her husband but not as earth shaking as the forbidden sex with her grandson had been. Walking by her bathroom door she went to push it closed when her hand it something wet and gooey on the door by the knob. Rubbing it between her fingers she brought it to her nose and smelled. At first her mind didn't comprehend the slight chlorine smell until she touched it to her tongue. Then the flood of memories of taking her grandsons cock in her mouth last night flooded over her. It was the same taste but how could... "OH MY GOD" her mind screamed, "He was here, he did watch me, and he climaxed watching me." She searched the door for more of the streak taking what was left on her fingers and wiping it on her nipples making her gasp with pleasure. She found another congealing glob and taking it she used it to began rubbing her clitoris, this time groaning. She didn't know what had come over her. She had never masturbated this many times in one day in her life and never had she used a man's ejaculate to masturbate with. Dropping to her knees she leaned her head against the now closed door to keep her balance while she worked herself up to another frenzy. Leaning into the door she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against it feeling another slimy glob brush her nose. Leaning her head back she snaked out her tongue and licked the remaining liquid from the door as her fingers pinched her clit to another shuddering climax. Now dressed and going about her daily chores she went upstairs to Kevin's room. He normally did his own laundry but she wanted the evidence of last night gone. Despite her repeated fingering of herself and fantasies of Kevin fucking her over and over she knew it wouldn't, couldn't happen again. It was bad enough that he was her grandson, that in itself was immoral and illegal But he was married and she like Courtney and didn't want to cause any problems between them. So she would pretend none of this happened, she would clean the sceen of the crime and wash away the evidence on the sheets. Looking now at the disheveled bed she knew Kevin was having an off day. He always made the his bed when he got up, something he got from being in the Army. She would set him straight tonight, letting him know that it never happened and that things were the same. Pulling the blanket and sheet aside she saw the stained sheets. Instead of off white color there were a pink from being stained with her blood. She felt a twinge in her cunny as she remembered Kevin working his thick member into her. He was thicker than any man she had before, that and her lowering estrogen levels, combined with her lack of sexual activity over the last 5 years made the minute tears in her vagina that mimicked virginal blood. She stripped the sheets and mattress pad then headed for the laundry on the first floor. As she approached the open door she saw where she was kneeling last night when he walked up to her shooting his sperm onto her masturbating form and then sticking his cock in her mouth, another first for her. Noticing little white splatter drops on the hard wood floor she knelt down trying to wipe them up with the dirty sheet but they were dried. Leaning down she opened her lips to allow a line of spittle to moisten the stains. As it did she shook of the desire to lick it from the floor. She couldn't imagine what came over her, she had never been such a nasty slut in her life. Wiping the spit and drops up she hurried downstairs and her made herself a cup of tea to calm her raging hormones and nerves. The recruiting event went really well for Kevin. He had gotten quite a few contacts for follow up and even a few promises to come in to the recruiting station to take the test. Although he knew if 20% of those ever made it in it would be a miracle. But getting the contact information was a little victory, not only did he get high school seniors but he got their parents info as well. Kevin was feeling pretty good when he pulled onto his Grandmothers street. That is until he pulled into the driveway and saw his wife's blue sedan in the driveway. The knock on the kitchen door startled her already frayed nerves. When she opened it and saw Courtney standing there is didn't help matters either. Courtney was her bubbly self as she bustled in the door dropping her bag and taking her coat off before hugging her tightly. She didn't know if it was her over sexed state or the the thinness of Courtney's bra but for the first time she felt the younger woman's breasts roll against hers during the hug. That sent a twinge from her nipples to her clit making her blush. Courtney blurted out "Grandma, I hope you don't mind the surprise but I missed Kevin so much that I had to come see him, I left the kids with the neighbors and left early this morning to get here." What could she say? Get out, that's my cock now? Not very likely. She welcomed her like the gracious hostess she was. They were both sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea and eating finger sandwiches when the white faced Kevin came in the door. Kevin walked in not knowing what to expect, would his Grandmother tell Courtney everything or would his wife just know. When he walked in finding his Grandmother and Courtney laughing over tea he was even more confused. Courtney jumped up squealing like a school girl before jumping in his arms yelling, "Surprise!" Kevin was lost in confusion and his wife's tonsil tickling kiss and responded out of habit. Sitting at the table Grandma felt herself getting jealous. As much as she knew that Kevin was married and as far as she knew in love with this woman, she still couldn't help but remember feeling his strength and the orgasms he brought her as he sawed his cock in and out of her mouth and cunny. Her nipples tightened and her breath quickened at the thoughts. As Courtney broke away Kevin asked, "How long are you here?" Still smiling she bubbled back "Only over night, the Wagner's are watching the kids, but I have to be back before Monday so I will drive back tomorrow afternoon." Grabbing his hand Courtney winked and him and pulled as she said "Hey soldier, want to show me your room I need a nap?" Courtney winked at her husband as she let nap slide from her tongue. Kevin let her pull him until he remembered the sex stained sheets but as he started to pull back he heard his Grandmother say, "Kevin, you have no sheets on your bed." Both Kevin and Courtney had a quizzical look on their faces for different reasons. Grandma went on, "I am sorry but I didn't have enough for a full laundry load this morning so I went upstairs and stripped off your sheets to make up for it, I hope you don't mind? Kevin gulped inwardly realizing he had just dodged a bullet before answering "Uh, no, Thanks for taking care of that for me." Standing and placing her dishes in the sink Grandma called over her shoulder, "I think I will go to the afternoon movie while you two are taking your, nap." Both Kevin and Courtney blushed at the older woman's understanding at what was about to take place but it didn't stop the blonde from dragging her husband up the stairs and making short time putting the bed in order. After she did, Courtney shut the door before turning to her husband. Reaching down she pulled the bulky sweater over her head letting her braless tits sway under the green teddy she had on underneath. She then unzipped her knee length skirt letting it drop away exposing her matching thigh high stockings and garter belt. Her lower legs were still encased in the knee high black boots with the spiked heel. Kevin was aroused but his response was slowed from cumming in and on his Grandmother so much the night before and the jack off session this morning. Courtney stepped in and started pulling her husbands camouflaged uniform from his body. After she got his chest bared she dropped to his pants pulling them down past his knees before grabbing his boxers and sliding then down. When she saw him only half hard she frowned. Pouting she asked, "What are you tired of me, now, your got somebody else?" That was Courtney's biggest fear in letting her husband move without her. That he would find someone else to fill the role the she had so energetically embraced since they married. Kevin sputtered, "What, No, there is nobody else, and um well this morning," getting red when he realized he was about to confess to jacking off while watching his wet masturbating Grandmother Kevin changed tack adding, "and Grandma's home." Courtney laughed, "No she went to the movies she told you that, but are you telling me you took matters in your own hands this morning?" Kevin nodded thinking "Yeah and last night". Courtney dropped to her knees cooing "Poor baby", before sliding her full red lips over the head of his cock. Grandma gasped as she watched the head of Kevin's cock disappear into Courtney's mouth, she had never seen it done before. Not as a voyeur. No she didn't go to the movies, she waited until she heard the door shut then made her way up the stairs. With all the upstairs doors shut the hallway was dark but the afternoon sunlight came in through the sheer curtains covering the windows. Just thick enough to keep out prying eyes but thin enough to allow the light to shine through. She couldn't help but think what a slut Courtney was not not darkening the room before taking her husbands cock in her mouth. It never occurred to her that fucking her Grandson was bit more on the slutty side. Despite Kevin's sexual activity over the past 24 hours his cock responded to his wife's expert ministrations. Her tongues was dancing over his glans and her lips putting pressure in all the right places to bring him to full staff. Courtney felt him grow and when she felt the familiar stretching in her mouth she knew he was at full size. Grandma couldn't help but finger herself under her skirt as she watched Kevin standing over his wife. Him looking a little comical as he pants were down to his knees with her kneeling in front still wearing the satiny green teddy, stockings and black boots as she knelt before him. She watched in awe as Courtney's cheeks flexed around his cock and how her tits rolled under the satin. She want to see them pop free. Now satisfied that he was ready Courtney was more than ready. After the interrupted masturbation session last night she was ready even playing with her pussy on the way up. She had to pull of once to finish so she didn't wreck the car. She had been playing with herself when she got here and the time she waited for Kevin to get home was excruciating sitting in front of his grandmother unable to touch her itching clit. Now that he was ready she was too. Standing up she turned taking his cock in her hand before backing to the side of the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed she sat down before laying crosswise on the bed. This let Grandma see the sodden crotch of the teddy between her splayed thighs. As Courtney took her left leg and hooked it around Kevin's thighs she pulled the crotch of the teddy aside exposing her bald and now bright red pussy to Grandma's gaze. She pulled Kevin between her legs causing him to shuffle from the confines of his pants before pulling him down on top of her. Grandma could see Courtney put her hand between them and heard her groan as she slid him up an down her sloppy slit. Putting her boots on his ass she pulled him into her pussy and held him there as he bottomed out. No matter how long they had been making love or in this case fucking Courtney never ceased to marvel in how he made her feel stretched as they started. Soon she began thrusting up onto his cock a little at a time letting him know she was ready. Kevin followed up working his cock in and out of her snatch. At first all Grandma could see was Kevin's pumping up and down framed by the black boots but as they got more energetic and Kevin pushed Courtney's knees back opening her up she saw his thick cock sawing in and out of her pussy. She saw her ass cheeks flexing and opening exposing the rose colored bud winking below. While she rubbed her clit and took in the grunts and moans behind the door Grandma couldn't help but wonder if Courtney took Kevin in that hole too. She had heard about it, her husband had brought it up once but she shut him down. Now she wondered how it could happen, Kevin stretched them both tight in their cunny's there is no way she could take him in her butthole. Kevin and Grandma Watching Courtney take the pounding like she did the night before was driving Grandma crazy. She watched as they worked together, Kevin pushing in and Courtney pushing back her hips rising to meet his thrust. They were a practiced and well timed machined that had blocked out the outside world in their race to bring each other over the edge. Courtney felt the first spasm begin in her cunt before rolling up her belly and across her chest causing her to stop her thrusting. Kevin pushed on until she locked her legs around his hips trapping him in her as she shuddered to her first orgasm. Kevin waited until her legs dropped to the side before slowly sliding back and forth again. Slow and easy until Courtney began to respond again. When Kevin thought she was going to go again she stopped him by putting her hand on his chest. When they disengaged Grandma was disappointed but she saw how turgid Kevin still was and when he lifted off she could see into the slowly closing gape of Courtney's red maw. Thinking they were done she was about to pull herself away from the key hole and hide herself downstairs when she saw the younger woman kneel on the foot of the bed. Kevin got behind her and began working his cock back into his acquiescing wife. Kevin's stamina was unusual, usually her came once by now and needed a break of a few minutes before going again but Courtney remembered him saying he did jack off that morning so that was probably why. Grandma watched in awe as the younger couple played out a tableau for her. Kevin now totally nude, his muscles flexing in the afternoon sun as he pushed his member into Courtney. Courtney still in the green silk teddy, matching garters and stocking topped with the black spiked heel boots kneeling in submission as her husband took her from behind. Courtney liked it this way for fucking. When they were making love she preferred face to face or where the could kiss but when it was like now where she was getting her itch scratched she enjoyed a little doggy. Like now if Kevin was taking longer she could drop her shoulders on the bed to rest a little while he fucked her or raise up using her arms to push back onto his cock. Right now she dropped letting Kevin used her hole. Already climaxing once on her fingers, Grandma was building to another as she watched Courtney take Kevin's cock from behind. Grandma remembered a few hours before when she was being taking from behind on that same bed by that same cock. Hearing Courtney growl snapped her out of her own thoughts and back toward the scene before her. Courtney had laid there letting her husband rub against her G-spot until the irritation was to much to stand. Now no longer a passive participant Courtney rose her chest and shoulders off the bed and with a growl began humping back into her husbands thrusts. She didn't notice and didn't care her tits had popped free of the teddy. Grandma noticed and was admiring how the full tits with crinkled nipples swung in a wide arc as Courtney rocked back in abandoned. Courtney's moans increased along with Kevin's panting. Courtney was fast approaching another orgasm but Kevin was hung up he couldn't quite make it. He grabbed his wife by her ass cheeks to pull her ass on his cock harder, eliciting a hiss from her and a groan from somewhere else. As he reached up to grab his wife by her long blonde hair pulling her head back bringing a groan from Courtney and one he heard from the hall, he knew. He knew his Grandmother was kneeling on the floor fingering her cunt while he fucked his wife in front of her. As Courtney screamed out "I'm cumming Kevin, shoot it in me baby," He did too shooting two spurts into his wife spamming cunt before pulling out to her frustrated moans and unloading the final three spurts across the cheeks of her ass. While he did he looked straight at the door where he knew his grandmother had knelt the other day. Grandma like Kevin was hung up short of her next orgasm. The restrictions of clothing plus having to be quiet to keep from getting caught was keeping her from hitting that last plateau. Even when Kevin grabbed Courtney's ass digging his fingers into her while he impaled her on his cock it only caused her to maul her clit harder and when he pulled his wife's hair like the reigns of a horse she felt her self teetering but not quite there. But when he moaned his cum slamming up into her cunny twice before looking through the door at her and pulling his cock out shooting the last two spurts over his wifes bouncing ass Grandma understood he knew she was there and that put her over the edge. Biting her free hand to keep from screaming she mashed her clit and pussy lips under her fingers shuddering to another earthshattering orgasm adding to the ones she had in the last 24 hours. Kevin And I Have Some Public Pool Fun The last few years I've thought a lot about some naughty fun I had with my buddy Kevin back in my late teens. Today I'm married and in my mid fifties. I guess I'm basically straight, but I find myself fanaticizing more and more about messing around with guys the way I did for a short time back in my late teens. What follows is one of the things I did. I'll start with the fun my buddy and I had with girls back in high school. My best high school buddy was Kevin. We met in our freshmen years and were pretty much inseparable for the next four years. We played the same high school sports and even double dated for the prom. Once we discovered girls we spent a whole lot of time finding ways to get in their pants. We'd take one or two girls to a drive-in movie or head out into the country to find a quiet place to park and neck for awhile. Hell did we have fun in that car. Back then getting in a girl's pants was a real big deal. One girl I remember real well was Nancy. The word was she was easy, and man did we take advantage of that! Kev took her out first and she gave him a hand job on the first date. Remember we are talking 1960's and getting a girl to beat you off was a big deal. After a couple of dates alone with Nancy, Kev convinced her to go to a drive-in with the two of us. Holy shit our hands were getting in each others way as we had our fun with her. This girl had "hot pants." I mean she did all for us. We'd pick her up and twenty minutes later she would be sucking one of our dicks, playing with the other guy, while we had all kinds of fun with her. We were cunt hounds back then. We'd talk about our sex escapades and joke about beating our meat all the time. But there was never even a hint of Kevin and me having even the slightest bit of fun between us back in high school. That all changed when we were both 18 and had just graduated from high school. That last summer before heading off to separate colleges we both got grunt jobs. I worked with a landscaper and Kevin busted his tail working for an asphalt layer. This was hard hot work. At night we'd chill out by heading to the local outdoor public swimming pool and sneaking a few illegal beers. A couple of weeks into summer we were at the pool just after dark. Kevin was on the pool deck and I was swimming under water with my goggles on. Kev dove in and bingo his trunks slid down almost to his dick. He had a real dark bus. I had seen Kevin before in the locker room, but this time it had a strange effect on me. When he came to the surface he was cracking up, "My damn suit almost came of." I said, "Kev I know it did too. I was under water. I saw it all. Hell you have a real bush!" I don't know why I said what follows, but I'm glad I did and it led to fun then and fantasy for over 30 years since then. I said, "I bet you a buck that you wouldn't dive in so your trunks come all the way down." A little game had started, and to be honest I think we both knew where it would end. Kevin looked around and there were loads of people in the pool, but not too many real close to us. Kevin said, "I'll do it, but how will you know if they are down far enough?" I said, "That's easy I'll have my goggles on and be underwater. Kevin replied, "Your on." and pulled himself out of the pool. He got up on the deck and shyly looked around. He was having second thoughts so I said, "You chicken shit?" "Nope!" he said, and then "Go under water." I said, "Let's move closer to the underwater light." We did and I went under. I was getting excited. There was danger here and something else. I was under water a few seconds and bingo Kevin dove in head first and right away I could see his trunks were pushed way below his dick. After the dive Kev faced me and grabbed his dick. He waved it at me, and didn't pull his trunks up. Damn I wanted to stay under water to see more, but I had to come up. Kevin immediately said, "You owe me." and then added, "If you don't believe me they're still down." We were pretty close together so I dove under. My head was within inches of his dick, and it was erect now. I came up and said, "The buck is yours." Then he said, "Pull yours down." Oh shit I thought at night even with underwater lights no one could really tell what we were doing down there. I looked around and no one was paying us any attention so I pulled my trunks down. He dove under and surprised the hell out of me by grabbing my dick. Oh shit now I was really getting excited. Kev came up and said, "I can't wear my glasses in here so I wanted to make sure." Now we both looked around us and no one was taking notice, and almost simultaneously we grabbed each others now erect penises. I dove under water to watch myself do it a couple of times. The fact that we were in a public pool added to the excitement. All of a sudden Kevin's eyes rolled back and he moaned, "Oh man Tom. Oh shit that feels good." I could feel his hips thrusting into my moving hand. Then again, "Oh fuck. Now faster! Now!" With one more thrust and his head moving back I knew he was cumming. Over and over his body shook and my hand stayed with him till he was totally spent. Over the next months there were to be loads more adventures, but I'll leave things for now. I hope you've enjoyed the true life story. Kevin & Maggie The BMW pulled up the gravel driveway, the late afternoon sun reflecting from its immaculate coat of dark blue paint. The driver's door opened, and out stepped a dark-haired man of slightly more than average height. He quickly moved around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for his female companion. Like him, she wore dark sunglasses to shade her eyes from the sun. Unlike him, she was decidedly smaller than average, the top of her auburn ponytail barely reaching his chest. Her form was petite, almost elfin. The ocean breeze swirled the hem of her sundress around her shapely calves and she moved toward the entrance of the bed and breakfast while he retrieved their luggage from the trunk. This quaint establishment was a rarity in the Southern California costal town of La Jolla. Most of the private owned beachfront bed & breakfasts had long since been replaced by sprawling resort complexes. He held the door open for his companion, then followed her through, still bearing their luggage. A clerk looked up as the pair approached her desk. "Welcome to Sea Breeze Inn. May I help you?", she asked cheerfully. "Yes, I believe you have a reservation for us? The name is McCormick, Kevin McCormick", he replied, removing his sunglasses, tucking them in his shirt pocket, and revealing light blue eyes. The clerk spent a moment looking at the screen of her computer, and then replied, "Yes, here it is. Weekend reservation for two, for a room with an ocean view. If you'll sign here, you'll be all set." Maggie Callahan was only half-listening to the process, most of her attention drawn to the décor of the inn. Classic Victorian trappings, with typical eclectic SoCal pieces thrown in for emphasis. A good match, actually. As Kevin finished checking in, she moved to accompany him up the stairs. "This a lovely place. How did you find it?" Kevin glanced back at Maggie and smiled. "Oh, a couple years ago I thought about making a trip here with someone special. Just never found the right someone. Until now." Maggie felt a little patter in her heart. She knew how she felt about him, and was pretty sure he felt the same way. It always gave her heart a lift when she heard him actually say it. Even though they've only known each other for less than a week, and that was under unique circumstances, to say the least. But for all the oddity of how they met, it didn't change the fact that they were together now. They reached the top of the stairs, and made a right. There was a door at the end of the short hallway, and Kevin promptly opened it with the key the clerk gave him. Again, he held the door for Maggie, and they let themselves in. It was a small room, she saw. Well, perhaps small was an injustice. It was certainly cozy, but far from cramped. This was a room that was perfect for couples. From the balcony overlooking the beach to the fireplace opposite the bed, to the bed itself, it was a mix designed to encourage intimacy and togetherness. Kevin placed the luggage in the closet and on the bench next to it, then sat down on the bed, sinking several inches due to the downy softness of the coverings. "Ohh... going to sleep like a baby tonight." Maggie smirked and took a seat next to him, luxuriating in the softness as well. Until she remembered it was doubtful that she'd be able to sleep here with him. Squashing that bit of regret, she turned toward him and with a predatory smile said, "Well, I hope sleeping isn't all you plan on doing here." Kevin tilted his head towards her, and softly brushed her lips with his. "Hmm... I admit, I had hoped other types of recreation, but I thought I'd act the gentleman and leave such matters up to you." Again, Maggie felt that blossom in her heart unfold. Her eyes shut, she kissed him, once, then twice. Then resting her check next to his, she whispered in his ear. "You already have my heart and my soul. You can have my body anytime you wish." Kevin arched an eyebrow at this, then smiled broadly. "And here I was thinking just the same thing. I think I'm getting the better deal, though." And with that, he leaned backward, pulling Maggie down on top of him. His lips caressed hers, softly at first, then with growing passion. His hands moved from her shoulders down to her waist, fingers going just a bit lower to glide over her bottom. Arousal built between them, a spark, a lick of flame, before engulfing them both in a roaring conflagration. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot behind her ear and nuzzled her for an eternity, her hands roaming over his chest. Soon they were both panting with desire. At least, that's all it was for Kevin. Maggie had other concerns, however. Ever since she was turned into a living guinea pig and experimented upon, she was limited in one very important way. Her respitory system had been altered so that instead of using lungs to breathe the air, she now had tiny gill slits on her neck, and they required water. She could use them to breathe air for about an hour, but after that she had to submerge herself or risk suffocation. Even with the breathing suit that Kevin had made for her, and even now wore under her sundress, she couldn't go more than 4 or 5 hours between immersions. And she was getting close to that limit. Torn between the playing and ravishing and the need to breathe, she regretfully chose the latter. She disengaged herself and sat up. "Kevin... I need to stop for a bit... Getting a little too dry for comfort." Kevin sat up as well, concerned. As well as aroused. But that could wait. He'd seen her in worse straits, but there was no reason to push her limits when it wasn't necessary. "Well, we do have the whole ocean out there. How about little swim before supper?" Maggie's eyes brightened up, and nodded, her breath coming in small gasps. "Sounds good to me, love. *Gasp* It's been too long *gasp* since I've been submerged. The suit helps, gasp, but it has its limits." She slipped out of her sundress and peeled off the breathing suit, gasping harder as she uncovered her gills. Now exposed to the open air, they felt dry and itchy. She knew from previous experience that in a couple minutes they'd feel like they were burning, and she'd be unable to breathe at all. She filled a cup with water and inhaled it, using a towel to dab at the water that dribbled out her gill slits. Twice more she filled her cup and inhaled the contents. Now, she could at least last long enough to reach the beach. Her skin was another matter, but she could deal with that for a few minutes longer with no ill effects. As she refreshed herself, Kevin slipped out of his khakis and into a pair of trunks. A warm pool of arousal settled in her stomach as she stared at his nude reflection in the mirror. And it was obvious that he'd been quite aroused recently, and still remained so, at least a little bit. She dressed in a teal bikini, and draped a beach towel around her neck. It was slightly uncomfortable, due to both the stuffiness and the coarseness of fabric around her very sensitive gills. Now outfitted, they both headed down to the main floor and out onto the beach. Here, the stretch of sand was a good 20 yards wide. Setting down their towels and kicking off their flip-flops, the couple waded into the cool Pacific waters. Maggie gasped as the water reached her nipples, then dove beneath the waves. Irrationally, she held her breath. Mostly out of habit, but as she hovered beneath the surface, she finally let go and took in a deep breath of water. The salt tingled, but felt strangely comforting. She could also see quite clearly, without any of the wavering and blurriness that usually accompanies human sight underwater. She planted her feet on the sandy bottom and stood up, rising next to Kevin. "So, how was it?", he inquired. "Well, if nothing else, I guess I could join the Baywatch team. I'd probably have to get implants, though." Kevin laughed and marveled at her. No matter what happened, Maggie never lost her sense of humor. That enduring optimism was just one of the many reasons he loved her. "Feel free to swim to your heart's content. You are the last person I would be worried about at the beach." "I think I'll do just that. For the first time in a week, I feel perfectly at home. It's weird, but it's also invigorating." Again she dove beneath the waves, making use of her new traits as Kevin bobbed and floated in the rolling waves. Going to the sandy bottom, she sped quickly across it, then angled upwards. With her momentum, she broke the water like a leaping dolphin, then splashed back into the sea. "Wow! I had no idea you could move so well." Kevin exclaimed. Maggie swam next to him and gave him a hug and a wet kiss. "Neither did I. But I feel so free, and it seems to natural. I wish we had a nice big pool at home. I could do this forever." Kevin grimaced. "I think that was the whole idea, actually", he said, causing Maggie to frown. Her changes weren't the worst of it. It was that they did this to her without so much a 'please' or a 'thank you'. If someone had asked her to volunteer, she might have said yes. But to kidnap her in the dark, and keep her for days on end to make their little experiment, that did, and always would, stick in her craw. The glowing orb of the sun began to slip beneath the horizon, adding a fiery red tint to the breaking waves. As it started to grow darker, they made their way back to the beach to dry off and return to their room. Upon reaching their room, they shared brief shower, rising off the salt and sand. Of course Maggie loved it, as she did anytime she got a chance to wet herself down. But Kevin being there with her was a very welcome bonus. He couldn't resist the opportunity to caress and fondle her breasts, or kissing the back of her neck. The presence of her gills had turned that area into a very sensitive erogenous zone. One he took merciless advantage of, brushing his lips and the tip of his tongue over the moist gills. With her breasts in his hands, he teased her nipples, gently pinching them with his thumb and forefingers. Warmth and desire flooded her body, and another part of her was now moist. But they both felt the need for something in their bellies. They had been on the road for a good part of the day, and the little hamburger place they had stopped earlier hadn't provided enough sustenance to see them through the upcoming ravishing. Kevin reached around her and turned off the shower, then held out a towel for Maggie. She took it, and thought for a moment. "Well, since we're eating downstairs, I'll skip the suit. I've been in it all day, and it's not really that comfortable to wear all the time." At Kevin's frown she added, "If we go somewhere, I'll wear it. But it's cool out, and we're only a floor away from our room. I doubt I'll have any difficulty." Kevin nodded. "Ok love. I mean, you did get along without it before now. And as you say, we're just going downstairs. Get ready, and I'll call down and have a table saved for us." 20 minutes and 3 glasses of water later, Kevin escorted Maggie into the dining room. With it being a few weeks away from the start of the regular tourist season, they were currently the only couple staying in the inn, and had the entire dining room to theirselves. As the wine and salad arrived, Kevin looked out the window to the Pacific. "I'll make a call to the institute tomorrow, and see if I can set up an appointment with Dr. Alderson. Nominally, he's employed at Sea World, but he also chairs a department at Scripps Institute. I don't want him to think we're a couple of loons, so we'll probably have to show him exactly what he needs." Maggie took a small sip of the wine, noting how it tingled her gills and sighed. "I just hope we can trust him. I really don't want to be publicly known as a freak of science. But, I don't want to remain this way forever. I guess we have no choice, really." "Cheer up, lass. I'll set up the appointment and feel him out. No one at Orkon even knows about me. If he seems on the up and up, then we'll arrange a meeting with you." Just then the waiter entered with their meal, and conversation slipped to more mundane subjects. For all they've shared in the last few days, they've each lived full lives before their meeting. It was quite surprising to see how much they had in common. Same tastes in music, movies, TV shows, even books. As the night wore on, Maggie began to feel less and less comfortable. Even with drinking water, and using it to moisten her gills, it was becoming apparent to her that it wasn't enough. After breathing in a small sip of water, she began to feel short of breath a minute or two later. "Kevin? I think I should get back upstairs. Now. *Gasp* Getting very hard to *gasp* breathe." Concerned, Kevin stood up, and escorted Maggie up the stairs to their room. Every couple of seconds, he could hear her pant, and air whistle through the slits on her neck. He knew she was pretty close to her limit. But in the pit of his stomach, he felt a stirring in his loins. There was something about her helplessness that excited and aroused him. He wasn't sure how to confess that to her, or even if he should. But what was in his arms wasn't a product of his fantasies, but a real woman, a woman he loved. And she needed his help. Maggie was in a similar conundrum as well. She may be choking, but that didn't mean she was blind. She could tell exactly what kind of effect she was having on Kevin. She was somewhat confused as to how she had that effect. But as a part of her thought about it (the part that wasn't choking), she felt his arousal began to feed hers. It wasn't just a physical reaction. But the sum of all of his feelings for her, and her feelings for him. How could she not react when faced with the obvious physical signs of his love for her? Once inside the room, she decided to put it to the test. "Kevin? Just fill my water bottle, will you?" She made her way, shakily, to the bed and laid down. Kevin looked at her with confused expression on his face, but did as he was asked. Handing her the now-filled bottle, he sat next to her. "Are you sure love? I thought you wanted to soak for a bit?" "I do, but I want something else first." Maggie lowered her gaze to the buckle of Kevin's slacks, causing him to blush. "I find it very arousing that you are excited and turned on. And I think it has something to do with my choking and having trouble breathing." Caught, Kevin could just stammer. But after a couple moments to collect his composure, he nodded. "Yes... Just the ideal of being a damsel in distress... And I can be your white knight, charging to the rescue." She took a small sip of water, just enough to sustain her a couple minutes. "Well, then... Helpless I am, and you can have your way with me." She laid back, and closed her eyes, trembling from excitement and anticipation. Kevin sucked in a breath, and responded by kissing her softly on the neck, tongue flickering over her gills. Electric tingles shot through her body, and with a raspy moan, felt herself reach the peak of arousal. The first of several, that is. Again and again pleasure wracked her body. His hands started to do wonderful things to her breasts and thighs, and she didn't resist at all when he started to remove her clothes from her. In short order she was down to just panties, and Kevin was using his mouth to nuzzle and suckle on her breasts and nipples. Again the waves overtook her. His hands and lips traveled all over her body, leaving molten pools of lust in their wake. All over, save one special place. And she became more aware of the growing need for attention there as the minutes passed. Kevin would pause in his torments from time to time to make sure her gills were still moist, and sprinkle a little water on them if needed. But not only did he want her helpless, he wanted to drive her crazy, to have her beg him. And he proceeded to do just that, when he started to kiss and nibble the insides of her thighs, his fingers and lips traversing the edge of her panties. "Oh... please... more...", she gasped, both in need of breath and pleasure. He ignored her pleas this time, and instead nuzzled and kissed her belly button, delighting in her moans and the way her body writhed and shivered. Finally, he thought she'd had enough. He took the waistband of her panties in his teeth, and began to pull them down over her hips, revealing the delicate flower of her womanhood. When it was exposed to him, he used the tips of his fingers to gently separate her petals, and take a long, slow taste of her folds, circling and teasing the tender nub. Again and again he drove her crazy, feeling her twitch and moan as pleasure after pleasure overtook her. Eventually, even he had had enough. Teasing her further, Kevin began to slowly remove his garments. After another eternity, he was nude before her, and his excitement was very evident. "Come here.." she asked, pleaded. She wanted him so very badly, but she wanted to try something first. Seeing a drop of moisture glisten from the tip of his manhood, she took him in hand, and guided him to her mouth. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to kiss and lick him, using her lips, tongue and hand in a similar manner that he had used on her just moments earlier. She could taste the saltiness of his moisture, and it reminded her of her time in the sea earlier. Her gills felt the weight of the dry air upon then, and using her lips to collect just juices, she inhaled them. It wasn't much, yet, but it would help for a few moments. Kevin's moans grew more pronounced, and she judged him to be as close to his peak as she was to hers. "Please... take me... now..." she asked, freeing him from her hand and lips. Kevin laid over her, covering her petite form with his masculine one. Guiding himself between her thighs, he slowly slipped with her folds, her moisture providing more than enough lubrication to assist him. Deeper and deeper he sank, until several heartbeats later he was buried completely within her. "Ah.. Ah... Now!" she cried. "Again! Again!", Maggie exclaimed as he began to move, sliding back and forth. Slowly at first, until his need built to a fever pitch, then with frantic rushing, losing control and patience. Pools of fire grew in her loins, and climax after climax ripped through her body like lightening. She could feel the dry air smother her, causing her to gasp harder and louder, but she didn't have the presence of mind to say anything, lost in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Darkness grew around her, and the rational part of her mind realized that it had been several minutes since the last bit of moisture graced her gills, and even her skin burned and itched from dehydration. The rest of her was a slave to her pleasure, though. And exclaimed with joy and victory as she felt Kevin twitch, then a flow of warmth filled her, releasing one final climax from the pit of her being. As she came back to her senses, she knew she needed water immediately. Her gasping was constant. The dryness combined with the exertion had placed her on the edge of suffocation. "Kevin" *gasp* "can't breathe" *heave* "need moisture" *gasp* "now!". Maggie felt a twinge of disappointment as Kevin slid out of her. But as she saw his semi-erect manhood, glistening with their combined juices, her lust had one more idea for her. "Wait.", she asked. "Let me" *gasp* "taste you again" *heave* "I want to use" *heave* "your moisture." *gasp* "An experiment." Kevin complied eagerly, and placed himself within reach of her lips. As she tasted and licked him, using the moisture to sustain herself for a few moments more, he felt himself start to become aroused again. Slightly refreshed, Maggie sat up. "Next time, I'll want to try that when you climax, instead of after. But that can wait. I really need to soak for awhile." She then looked up at him, and cast her eyes downward, bashfully. "I'd really like some company." Kevin & Maggie Kevin stood, and helped Maggie up. "My little mermaid, I am yours to command." Kevin and Rachel This story's characters are all over eighteen, the age of consent and are adults. There is no coercion or force. This is a work of fiction and all the cast are not based on living persons. ***** "KEVIN!!" I heard my twenty eight year old older sister Rachel shout from downstairs, probably from the kitchen, what was her problem? I grinned as I heard her feet thud on the stairs and then bam my bedroom door flew open. She was obviously a little upset with me re-arranging her underwear from the clean laundry pile. Bra, knickers, bra, knickers all the way round the kitchen table. "Arsehole!" she screamed, spittle flying out her mouth. I stood up and walked towards her. She was red faced and had her hands on her hips. At five eleven, twelve stone and much of it muscle, this rugby mad woman was a formidable sight. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, small tits but attitude out to here. I just grinned, knowing which levers to push, at twenty three I had had a lot of practice. "Hi Rach, good to see you too. How're you doing and how's your lezzy girlfriend?" Whooa, maybe that was a step too far, she stepped forward drew back her meaty fist and unleashed a thunderbolt. I tried to duck, but to be honest I was so busy grinning I never stood a chance. I felt her fist hit me centrally on the nose, heard the crunch, felt the pain and knew there was damage. That wasn't all, my feet left the ground and I flew backwards onto my bed. "..king hell Rach, that hurt!" I blubbered, feeling the blood running down my face. Rachel stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes boring through me. "OK shithead, enough is enough, it stops now, no more wind ups, no more smart-Alec remarks. You leave me alone and stay out of my life. I hate you little pervert, I hate you and all the guys like you." She stormed out and the door crashed shut. I sat on the bed, dabbing at my nose, trying to staunch the blood flow. I found a pack of paracetamol and chewed two. Sliding out my room, I went to Casualty and spent a lonely three hours waiting to be seen. Eventually a rather nice doctor came and took a look. She examined it, looked at the x-ray and told me that there was no serious long term damage but I would have a sore nose for a week or two. They plugged the flow, gave me a prescription and ushered me out. I got back to find my Mum had got off work early and was just as surprised to see me as I her. she was devastated by my wounded face and I was enfolded in her arms and raked with kisses. We sat and chatted and she made tea and we sat and drank it in silence. Finishing her tea, mum nodded at my face. "What really happened to your nose?" "I ahh, I fell and couldn't get my hands down fast enough to stop my nose kissing the floor." "Really?" "Sorta, err is Rach in, you should probably go say hello." "Hmmm! Young man, your sister has already grassed herself up. She's pretty upset with you, but also with herself because she lashed out and hurt you, go say sorry." "Yes Mum." I stood and left her in the kitchen, even at my age if Mum says go do, you go do. Upstairs I walked along to Rach's room, knocking gently on the door. "Piss off arsehole." I thought about going, but something made me stop and reach for the handle. I pushed it, and walked in. Rach was sat on her bed wearing only a pair of lime green knickers, she gasped and looked at me. I saw both of her small white pointy breasts and the pinker hard nipples. As I looked her face and chest were going crimson. Because she was sat forward her stomach sat over the top of her panties. I loved her long legs and her feet were bare. "Oh shit! I am so sorry Rach, I really didn't mean to do this, I'll go." Turning I waited for the barrage of soft toys, pillows and abuse which would normally come my way. "No wait, wait; Kevin, I'm sorry about your nose." I stood still faced the door, not daring to turn round. "S'Okay, I deserved it, I was being a complete wanker, don't worry." I reached for the door handle, "Kevin, come back, don't go, talk to me, please." I heard her moving as the bed creaked and then the sound of the bed creaking again as she sat back down. I turned round, she was still undressed with only those lime green knickers on and apparently she wasn't about to cover up. I gazed again at her breasts, they looked perfect, I wondered what they felt like, tasted like, I bet they'd feel firm. "At least try looking at my face for a second or two," she grinned. I smiled and looked at her, her brown eyes twinkling and a grin on her face. "I'm so upset about this Kev, but you blundered in again, and stirred it in your usual manner. I lost it and I am genuinely sorry." "Genuinely, wow, good word, so you really are sorry. Oh! Oh! sorry that was crass and rude of me. Rach, thank you, your apology is accepted and I in turn apologise for playing around with your underwear. Truce?" I held out my hand and just as she reached out to grab it we both drew back and thumbed our noses. I winced a bit and she stopped grinning and bit her lip. "I am sorry bro, that probably hurts like fuck." "Well you've had your share of bloody noses so you know how bad that feels." "True, sorry." I grinned and said it was okay, then I left and went downstairs, I couldn't get that image of my sisters tits out of my head. I grinned, what a story this would be. Downstairs Mum had the meal almost ready, so I laid the table. Just then Dad came in, so we hugged him in turn, then he went to wash up before eating. I hugged mum from behind and kissed her neck. "Well this is unusual, you alright?" "Yup, perfect, love you Mum." "I love you too Kevin, now go chivy your sister up, she's not usually slow to get here at mealtimes." The door opened and Rach came in, "I'm here anything I can do?" "well that's unusual too, both of you offering to help. You have a chance to talk and make up?" "Better than that Mum, we made friends, hey Kev?" "Yes we did, no more teasing and ragging each other, we've just grown up." Dad walked back in, "Well that's great, so any chance you'll move out then?" "Eric!" "Dad!" "What'd I say?" We sat down and had a great meal, we talked and joked, like old times and every now and then Rach would throw me a look and I'd grin and nod. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I told her. My Mum sat back and blew out her cheeks. Dad asked if I was feeling okay? Rachel mouthed, "Thank you." Rach and I did the clearing up, so Mum and Dad could sit down and relax together. We soon tidied away and joined the folks, we talked and watched some telly then went to bed. We all had work tomorrow. The next day started almost blandly normal, Rach and I just barely made it downstairs for breakfast and then we both dashed off to work, I got back after her and went up to her room, I knocked on her door and went in. She was in just her knickers again, strangely they were the same colour as yesterday. I apologised for not checking and again she said no worries and to come in, and sit on her bed with her. So I went and sat on her bed, a bit away from her though. Rach reached forward and touched my cheek, I looked down at her tits again and she laughed, causing them to shake. That's when I realised I had a hard-on, just as Rach's eyes darted to my crotch. She grinned and her tits wobbled again. I grinned and sat round a bit and adjusted my pants. "Got a stiffy then?" "You know it," I said and reddened. "Do you want me to put these babies away?" "Well I'd rather they stayed out here in the open, if that's okay with you?" "Sure, but quid pro quo, I want to see your cock, come on little brother, show me." "Are you kidding, what happens if Mum comes in?" "Oh so it's okay for me to sit here with my tits out and you here, but not for you to get that little cock of yours out too?" "I'm not sure I can let you see it." "Oh why is that?" "Because it would spoil you for other men." "But you think I'm gay right?" "I dunno, you give out all the signs of being gay." "Oh like always dressing in jeans and shirts, playing rugby, drinking pints, always having girls staying overnight?" "Yeah, classic dyke behavour." "Arsehole! just because you can't find a saddo to touch your dick, you project your problem onto every woman you meet. Any girl that doesn't want to suck your dick must be a lesbian." "Pretty much, that works for me." "You have a lot to learn little bro." "Gonna teach me." "I just might do at that." "In your dreams." "No in Yours! C'mon Kevin, just get it out, then we can argue." I don't know why but in a crazy second I had my trousers and pants off and sat back to let my sister see my cock. I was pretty much completely hard and as she looked it came fully to attention. "Wow, that is err..." Rach seemed lost for words. "Ahah, I warned you, you've never seen one this big or round huh?" "Kev, truth is I've never seen one period!" "you're joking, what never? really? ah c'mon, seriously? no way. Really? I don't believe that, you must have. You're what twenty seven? - no twenty eight. Are you telling me you've never seen a guys cock before? No sorry I don't buy that, that's just impossible." "It's true, please don't start making fun of me again." "I'm not, I'm just really, really astonished that you haven't." "Kevin, if I tell you something, will you promise never to use it against me, or tell Mum and Dad?" "Rach, are you serious, are you going to start to trust me? Now? After yesterday?" "I have to tell someone and you're the only one I can tell anyway, I need to trust you though. What I am about to say goes no further okay, you promise?" "Rach, whatever it is, I promise. I will try my best not to say anything or use it against you. But this is me remember, I've had a lifetime of taking the piss and dropping you in the poo, but okay go ahead." "Kevin, I really need to be able to trust you okay, this will kill Mum and Dad. Please believe me if I had someone else to turn to I would, but bro you are the only one I can trust." "No girlfriends you can confide in, what about Marie?" "Kevin, Marie's the problem. I... I love her, yes Kevin you were right, I am gay. Well at least all my feelings point that way and all my experiences have been girl oriented." Rach hung her head and tears fell. I had this big lump in my throat and without hesitation I flung my arm round her, pulling her close. I felt her sobbing and my cock shrank back down, Her tears fell on my chest and my cock and balls. My big sister was heartbroken and she only had me to tell. "Rach, hey it's all right. Shhh, come on it's going to be okay, there, there sis." I managed to hold her and free one arm so my hand could sooth her hair and I kissed her cheek. She sobbed for a while and then appeared to pull herself together. We sat cuddled together, silent, in our own world. I felt like shit, I had joked for years about Rach being gay and it seems she was. I realised how hurtful I had been. I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me, what a useless shitbag I was. I held Rach and stroked her hair. Finally she sat up and pushed free. I reached for her hand and she looked at me, tears running down, saw the skin under her eyes was now very puffy. I smiled and touched her cheek. "Sis, I'm really sorry for all the teasing, if I knew you were gay earlier I would have stopped it. I'm sorry for all the hurtful things I've said and done. I love you Rach I really do." "I know dummy, but it's hard to tell someone this, I hate myself for all the lying and evasion and deceit it means, it's good to get it off my chest." "No, don't you dare do that! you have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing, do you hear. You are my sister and you're also gay, I love you now more than ever. You trust me with your one secret, I won't let you down, not this time, you can rely on me sis." "I know Kev, I know. What can I do though?" "By the way it's a very nice chest to get things off" "Shut up you fool," she grinned. "Does Marie know how you feel? have you talked to her about this?" "Are you kidding, she's so hetero it hurts. She's had a string of boyfriends, loves cock. I hear she can suck like a vacuum cleaner, if the boys are to be believed that is." "Most guys are liars about that, trust me. Most of us have never had a blow job, but pretend we have." "Really or are you just saying that?" "For myself then, I have never been out with a girl who's agreed to go down on me. Now we each have a secret about the other." "You are terrible, I really thought you'd have had dozens of girls go down on that bad boy." "Honestly, no, never had, always get turned down. Never kissed pussy either, what about you." "Okay truth, yes, at college I met a girl and we, well you can guess." "Wow, my sister the carpet muncher, good for you, did she go down on you? Was it nice? How did you go down on her?" "Kevin, I'm not telling you that! Oh God, why am I doing this? Look, yes we did and licking and being licked and kissed is just unbelievable. Why am I telling you this, twenty four hours ago I was ready to kill you. Now I'm telling you about my sex life, sitting here tit's out and looking at your cock." "If your gay, why are you looking at my cock?" "Because I've never seen a real one this close and anyway it looks nice. Mind if I touch it?" "Fuck no! Can I touch your tits." "Sure why not, but gently please don't go mauling them, I hate having them grabbed and squeezed, I'm not a cow." We were silent for a while, Rach, stroked and pulled my cock gently, whilst I touched and caressed her tits. Her nipple firmed and the darker pink bits around went crinkly. My cock hardened and we enjoyed the touch of each other. I realised I was going to cum, warning Rach, she grinned and pumped me harder. Next thing my cock spurted out thick ropes of jism onto her belly and panties, she screamed and laughed, but carried on pumping gently until nothing else drooled out. She passed out tissues and we cleaned her up. "Hmm, that was fun, now Kev, what about you run your fingers along my pussy and make me cum." "Sure, you okay?" Rach nodded and I slipped my finger down the outside of her knickers into the curve of her Mons. She arched her back and I ran a hand over her tits. I pushed gently as I felt the cotton start to moisten. "Wait!" she said and held my hand away from her. Standing she slipped her panties off and sat back down, legs wider. I stared at her hairy pussy and made a decision. Pushing her backwards on to the bed, I slipped to the floor and pushed my face up close. I could smell her, a delicious smell of body lotion, pee and a honey musky smell that had my cock hard again. I licked her slit slowly she gasped and her hands reached down to pull her lips back, I stared at her inner core and dove in. Running my tongue up and down her slit I felt and tasted her juices as she moistened up. I lapped, licked, kissed her until she pulled my head in towards her thrusting hips. I located her vagina with my tongue and as she crushed me into her sex, pushed it in as far as possible. I rubbed my nose in her bud, feeling the moisture letting me slip from side to side. All I could see, smell and taste was my sisters pussy, it was heaven. Her thighs closed round my head, hooking behind my neck and adding to her leverage. By now she was really humping my face and grunting and sweating. I felt a surge in my cock and realised I was about to cum too. As my sister tensed with me trapped in the triangle of legs and pussy, I felt the cum flying out of my cock. Grunting I pushed harder against her pussy pushing my tongue deeper and rubbing my nose from side to side. Slowly she began to relax and I moved back a little as her legs widened again. I kissed her pussy gently and grinned. This was as close to heaven as it gets. We fell apart, I sat back and saw the cum rolling down my navel to my groin. My sister lay legs splayed, panting and grinning. Eventually we managed to pull ourselves together. After I used her knickers to clean up, I left her lying, eyes closed on her bed and went to the bathroom to shower. As I left her room I heard my Mum shout that we were eating in half an hour. I showered and re-dressed. Mum shouted for me to get my sister and come down. I knocked on Rach's door but went in anyway. She was still sprawled on the bed, naked, face up. I shook her, then held a finger over her lips. She looked at me helplessly and I had to kiss her. She giggled as our lips parted, throwing her hand around my neck she drew me back and gave me a lovers kiss, we traded tongues, before I pulled away and mouthed Mum and pointed downstairs. She nodded and rubbed her hand along my thigh. I grinned and she pushed me towards the door, she was grinning. "Love you sis," I mumbled as I left her. "Me to, love you." She responded to my disappearing back. At the weekend Mum and Dad went off to see his cousin and family. We had get out of jail cards for that and would be left at home to fend for ourselves. So Saturday morning I woke to the sound of the front door closing and my bedroom door opening. Rach came in wearing an old shirt with only two or three buttons done up. The shirt splayed open to her stomach and as she walked I caught a brief glimpse of her breasts. It finished just off her knees but I knew she was naked underneath. "Hi Kev, can we talk?" "Sure pull up a pillow and pop yourself in next to me." I shuffled over and Rachel flicked back the cover, smiled at my nudity and pulled the shirt off over her head. "You look great sis, really you look... sexy." "Shut up, I don't believe you anyway, well not much, do you really think I do?" "Absolutely, you look great." "Thanks, even if you're only saying it to make me feel good." "No I'm not, honest." "Wow, thanks, you're okay yourself." "Thanks." She slipped under the duvet then twisted, throwing a leg over mine, her arm came around my waist and she leaned in for a kiss. "For a gay lady, you seem to like the men Rach." "No, just you, you're my special boy, I love you a lot, now listen I have been thinking." "well good for you, I find it makes my head hurt, so I try not to think too often." I grinned and she smiled, then she placed her finger over my lips. "Shut up you idiot. What I've been thinking is..." She paused and began to rub her leg against mine, her pussy was pushed against me and she grinned. "What I was thinking was, what if I'm wrong and I'm really Bi, what am I missing if I don't find out?" "Oh and you want me to be your guinea pig, is that it?" "Yeah, is that ok, I mean if I'm wrong and I hate it then at least the man I went with will be the only one to ever get his cock inside me, and you are my friend and confidante so I trust you not to blab, is that okay?" "I don't know, I mean I really want to fuck you, don't get me wrong, but I can't guarantee it won't ever get out, you know me, but also if you didn't like it, it might affect me you know in my..." "You might think you're a lousy lay?" "Yeah that's it, I could get all kinds of weird with it." "Okay, well I respect that and don't say I didn't offer, but I need to find someone to give it to me straight style, I'm sorry if it can't be you." "Whoo, wait a minute, I didn't say I wouldn't, I said it might cause problems, also as brother and sister that kind of adds a whole other dimension to it." "Well what do you want to do then?" "Shit, my cocks stiff so my brains dead, you look very fuckable, especially as you're my sister, okay let's do it. When do you want to try?" "Doing anything special at the moment?" "Now, like right now." Kevin and Rachel "Sooner we do, sooner we know don'tcha think?" "Yeah well, I probably have morning breath and...mmmmmm." I couldn't talk as Rach had her mouth over mine and her tongue was on patrol inside. Fuck she was hot. I moved my hand to her breasts and slowly cupped each one, she leant back to let me and slid her hand down to my cock. Stroking me firmly but slowly she had me hard in a minute, then moving down she engulfed me in her delicious mouth. I gasped and pulled her leg over me so her cunt was in my face. I made straight for her opening and licked and sucked away. Pretty soon I was on the edge and she was happily rubbing herself on my face. Pushing her away we returned to face each other, we kissed and stroked and I managed to kiss and suck her tits as she arched her back. I felt her hand pulling my bottom towards her and moved between her legs, letting my stiff cock draw a wet line up her thigh. She looked at me and smiled. "Do it Kev, put your cock in me, show me what a man can do," "Rach if your sure, I want to so much, slowly baby, slowly." I inched forward and her fingers found me and guided me to her hole, I moved a bit and she rubbed me back and forth over her sopping wet slit. then she pushed me to the edge and I felt her opening and welcoming me in. I slowly pushed the head in and looked at her eyes. They sparkled and she nodded. "A bit more please, yes that's it. Slowly like you said. Oh God that feels good." I pushed a bit more, my hands now balancing me above her, I lowered onto my elbows keeping the weight balanced between them and my knees. I pushed more, she was so wet I just slid along her tunnel, until I felt her lips meet my groin. I started to pull out, but her hands rested on mine. "No! wait a moment, this feels so good, I want to enjoy this for a while." I felt her pussy walls close round my cock and then she moved slightly, I responded, soon we were moving along enjoying the feel of each other. I felt that I could do this for ages and in fact we were just maintaining a slow rhythm for about twenty minutes. Then I felt her slowing and I pushed a little harder, enjoying the tight feel of her vagina. She somehow managed to grip and release me adding to my pleasure. She lay back hands behind her head grinning. I bent and kissed her nipples and licked, kissed and suckled on them. Her nipples were like two small buttons, and she had her eyes closed now. I managed to maneuver my hand and using my index finger massaged her clit. I removed my hand and licked my finger. It tasted so good, I spat on it and returned it to her bud. Using my finger and increasing my thrust I soon had her cumming, feeling the waves of pleasure as her cavern pulsed over my cock. She had her eyes open again and her mouth was wide. No sounds just breathing. I felt I was about to cum, warning her. Too late I felt myself erupt inside her spraying my cum deep into her womb. She was panting hard now and her grip was such I couldn't move in or out. She screamed and shuddered and I felt a warm wet feeling on my pubes. Had she squirted or what? "Kevin, Kevin, you bastard, you fucking bastard, I love you," she was crazy, shouting, shaking her head on the pillow. Her hands, closed into fists were beating on me, I had to try to dodge away. She flattened her hands and grabbed me crushing me against her chest. Her hard nipples were poking against mine, rubbing and exciting me. I felt more cum oozing out. She was slowing, her hands relaxed and I moved back up onto my elbows, then hands, trying to remove myself from her. Her hands grabbed my back. "No, don't don't go away, leave it in, stay inside me, please." This last word was dragged out, and terminated in a sob, tears flowed again and I lay back down with her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck. We lay still, only her few sobs now and then breaking the silence. Finally I rolled sideways but stayed in her. My cock was shrinking but I tried to keep inside her as best I could. Eventually it was so small and limp it fell out. I heard her sob again , so held her tightly. We must have slept because I was woken by the sound of the doorbell. I slipped out the bed and put my robe on and went downstairs. I opened the door and saw Marie, Rachel's best friend. "Hi, is Rach in?" "Err yes I think she's in bed, I'll see if she's awake, come in." Big mistake, Marie came in and as I closed the door, she was already starting up the stairs. I turned in fear as she called out for Rach, moving quickly upstairs. I sprinted after her, realising my bedroom door was wide open. Too late I heard two screams. Reaching my door I saw Marie staring at Rach, sat up in my bed, the duvet pulled round her. "What the fuck is going on Rachel, what are you doing in your brothers bed?" "Oh Fuck, Rach I'm sorry..." I blurted, before Rachel held her hand up palm flat towards me. "What does it look like, I just fucked my brother, is that okay with you?" She glared at Marie, who was standing transfixed, because Rachel had relaxed her hold on the duvet and it slid down the side of the bed. She sat there, half turned towards us, naked and angry. Marie seemed to come out of her trance, she looked at Rachel and grinned, "I had you pegged as a les, you sure covered that well." "Fuck you Marie, I've been a lesbian for fucking years and I've had the hots for you all that time, not that you ever realised it you fucking tramp. You'd gobble any bloke who asked. Well enough is fucking enough. Yes I fucked my brother and do you know what he's fucking good, no he's fucking brilliant. But guess what? you'll never know, why? Because I won't let him fuck you in a million years. Now piss off if all you want to do is argue." Marie went pale and started to cry, she hung her head, guess who was hugging and kissing her first, you guessed it, Rachel. I sat on the now vacant bed and listened to my sister calm and sooth her friend. What a morning. The girls now moved out towards Rach's room. I stood, ran my hands through my hair and sat there numb. I decided to shower, but as I washed the bathroom door opened and Rach came in. She smiled and blew me a kiss. I waved at her through the glass screen. She sat and pissed, flushed and climbed into the shower with me. We kissed and I washed her and she washed me. Letting the spray wash the soap off we cuddled and kissed some more. Soundlessly we touched and stroked each other. Finally we stopped the spray and I helped her out and wrapped a warm towel round her and grabbed one for me. "Where's Marie?" "In my bed, I fucked her, she's delicious, worth the wait." Something snapped inside and before I could hold it in all the anger and jealousy reared up and came out like a smack to Rach's face. "You cow, you had me then took her, are you happy now, are you? all your fucking dreams come true in one day, Bitch. Hooray everyone, Rachel has found her dream come true. Well enjoy, because it's the last time you get to fuck me." "Kev, wait, please it's not like that. I love you, both as a lover and as a brother. I know I've been a bitch, it's all so sudden. Please don't go, I need you, I really do. Kevin please wait, please." I walked through to my room and slammed the door behind me. "KEVIN NO..." I heard her cry then scream, her sobs echoing along the stairway. Her sobs and cries seemed to lessen, then I heard her door shut. I dressed and sat on my bed. In a rage I tore the sheets off and stripped the bed. This lot would be washed on the "Intensive Stains" cycle, I would wash her out of my room forever. As I fumed and kicked the sheets around there was a knock at the door. Marie's head came round, she smiled wanly. "Kev can I come in?" "Why?" "Because I need to talk to you!" "Why?" "Oh for God's sake, let me in Okay." "Okay." Marie came in wearing her coat, she was naked underneath. She sat on the bed, knees together, hands holding her coat shut. She looked at the space on the bed beside her. I sighed and sat down next to her. "Kevin, you need to talk to Rach, look please hear me out, just please listen. Okay?" I nodded and looked at her, she had blonde hair and an elfin face, no foxy, whatever. She smiled again. "Kevin, Rachel is heartbroken, she does really love you and she needs you now more than anyone else." "Even you?" "Especially even me. We've been best friends since infant school, but I never realised she was gay or probably Bi, but anyway. Despite my shortsightedness she has loved me for a long time in a way that I like but can't give back to her. It was nice what we did, but it's not how I see my life going. Truth is I love men and if even half the things you've heard are true, you know I am a girl that needs cock, and regularly. " "And so what now?" "You need to go to Rach and hold her and hug her and be with her, because at the moment she thinks she's lost everything. I love her as a friend and I don't want her to have to feel wretched about herself, but I will never be her lover." Marie stood and bent to kiss my forehead, the coat opened and I saw her large breasts hanging forward from her chest and her flat stomach and bare Mons. She giggled and closed the coat again. "Bye Marie," I said, "Can you see yourself out, oh and Marie," "Yes Kev," "If you ever breath a word about my sister I will kill you, do you understand? Whatever else, I won't see you hurt her anymore than she has been." "That goes for me too, she's my bestie, I will hurt you so much if you hurt here. See you around maybe." I nodded, I sat there for a while, heard Marie go back to Rach's room and then later walk along the hall and downstairs. Then I walked slowly to Rach's room. I went in without knocking, she lay on her side, naked, curled up in a semi fetal position. Her eyes were red and raw, tears stained the pillow she was hugging. Little sobs came out of her mouth now and again. I sat on the bed and ran my hand over her skin, feeling the soft smoothness of her body. "Rach, I'm sorry, I was stupid. Stupid and jealous, I am so sorry." She nodded and her hand reached for mine. I held it and continued to slowly run my other hand over her nakedness. There was nothing else I could say or do. I felt her hurt, but couldn't help her to lose it. I just had to be there for her. We sat there for hours, she drifted off to sleep and I still sat there, so she would see me when she woke. Later she sat up and we cuddled. I made her tea and took her a sandwich. I went with her to the toilet, she pee'd still holding my hand. I took her back to bed. We never spoke. Finally as it grew dark, I covered her up and settled next to her outside the duvet, letting her sleep through. We woke Sunday morning, still holding hands, she was smiling, I grinned. "are you ok?" "I will be, thank you, I love you being here for me, I need you so much." "I'll always be here for you, you know that." "Yes I do. What's happened Kev, how have we reached this stage, we're like lovers, what ever has gone on. I was so sure I was gay, I loved women, yet what we did was, magical, the best." "Rach, you are gay, and there is some lucky girl out there for you, and when you meet, they'll be fireworks and bells and oh, whatever else. As for us and sex, well it was new and novel and fun for both of us, but that's all it was or will be. However, you and I will always be brother and sister, we will love and care for each other, you see it will be all right." "Wow, my little brother has a career as a relationship councilor too much! So what will we do now? Do you still want to..." "Of course I do, I love you, but that's not important is it. What is important is that you and I stay friends, whatever else happens we will always have each other. You got my back I got yours, now what shall we do today?" "Well..." "No, not yet anyway, we have the whole day and if it happens then so be it, right now I want to enjoy being with my big sister out in the open." "Thanks Kev, I feel a bit ragged, I don't know what's to do. You decide." "Okay, what say I ask Marie to round up some of your friends and we go bowling?" "Really, you'd rather go bowling than stay here and make love to me?" "You need to get out and start to live, come on, shit, shower, shave, then breakfast." "Charming, I wax, not shave." "I meant your moustache!" "You bastard!" The pillow came hurtling towards me, I giggled and dodged, sending a cushion from her chair back at her. Soon all the soft furnishings were flying. With screams and giggles I sent her flying out of her room and ran after her. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. She squirmed round and kissed me, mouth to mouth. "I love you more than I ever thought possible Kev, thank you for being my little brother." "Aww, don't go mushy on me, sis, go shower, and clean your teeth, you stink." I spun her round and slapped her tight buns. She screamed and laughed, running into the bathroom. I strolled in and the glass of cold water hit me full on. She stood there holding the glass and grinning. I grinned and walked towards her. She stopped smiling and put the glass on the vanity unit, "No Kev, it was a joke, no, no , no... KEVIN!!" Kevin and Trent's First Time Kevin and Trent were lovers. They met in English class back in 9th grade. They are now both 18, juniors, and their love has blossomed into something magical. Every day they held hands as they walked each other to class, ignoring everyone's rude glares; They sat next to each other on the bus ride home and on sleepovers they slept next to each other in bed. Everyone who knew them said they were meant to be together. Kevin and Trent had a long day of school. "Thank God," they thought as they got up out of their seats on the bus and walked down the isle. Most people had learned to ignore them by now, but a few still glared at them everyday, calling them names as they got off the bus. Stepping off though, they were free of everything. No one ever actually came to either of their houses to harm them, and no one ever vandalized anything either so the two were able to ignore it. As they walked to the door, Kevin opened it up for Trent and let him in. He closed the door then kissed his lover on the lips, with Trent kissing back. The passion become intense as the two boys put their arms around each other; Trent's arms around Kevin's waist and Kevin's arms around Trent's neck. They opened their mouths and licked each other's tongues for a few minutes until the heat became unbearable. Trent pulled Kevin's shirt off as Kevin did the same. Now standing shirtless, they stopped kissing and looked at each other for a moment before running upstairs to Kevin's room. After locking the door, the two quickly kicked off their shoes and socks and Kevin rolled on top of Trent, pressing his arms against the bed and sticking his tongue deep in Trent's mouth again. Kevin's hands roamed up and down Trent's chest and stomach, feeling his muscle and pinching his nipple causing Trent to let out a moan each time he did so. Before long, the two had to stop kissing for a few moments and catch their breath when they noticed a growing bulge in each other's pants. Looking at each other, Kevin pushed Trent back on the bed and put his hands in Trent's pants. He made sure to grab the boxers too and then pulled them completely off. Trent's cock immediately sprang out in the air, pointing stiffly towards the ceiling as Kevin looked in amazement after seeing his boyfriend naked for the first time ever. "Trent... You're so big," Kevin said in astonishment as he looked at Trent's still-growing cock. Kevin licked his lips and dove in with his mouth open, but was stopped by Trent. "Nuh uh! You have to let me take your pants off first," said Trent with a mischevious smile. He sat up and put his hand's in Kevin's pants and then yanked them down, causing Kevin's cock to spring out and hit Trent's lips. Kevin gasped at the pleasure he felt for a split second that jolted his body. He looked down at Trent as his cock started dripping cum. Trent put his tongue under the head and let it drip onto his tongue and then tasted it in his mouth. "Mmm... I want more of that right now!" he said as he dove in towards Kevin's cock while at the same time grabbing his boyfriend's ass and pulling him forwards. Kevin's cock went into Trent's mouth and hit the end of his throat causing him to gag for a bit. After a moment of adjusting, he started sucking it and Kevin moaned loudly in pleasure. Had anyone been walking in the hallway right then they would've heard the two as Trent made love to Kevin. Trent's sucked Kevin's cock with enthusiasm. He licked Kevin's cock up and down as he bobbed his head back and forth, then licked the sides to make sure every bit of it was dripping with his saliva. He then took all of it out and gave all his attention to the head as more cum leaked out. Kevin moaned even louder in pleasure now and sweat was all over his body. With every lick, Kevin would squeeze his toes tight together and slightly twitch as the jolts of electricity went through his body. Without him even noticing it, Trent's cock started dripping cum onto the floor. After a while, Trent took Kevin's cock out of his mouth all together and pulled Kevin onto the bed. Pulling him by the feet to the edge, Trent kneeled on the floor and continued by licking it up and down as if it were a lolipop. Cum started leaking out even faster now, and Kevin started panting harder now, moaning even louder. His cum was leaking so fast that Trent couldn't lick it all up and some of it went into Kevin's pubic hair, while some of it when down his inner thigh. "I'll have fun licking him there later," thought Trent as he went back and took Kevin's cock into his mouth. Without thinking, Kevin put his hands on Trent's head and put his feet on both sides of the bed and rocked his hips up and down with Trent's head. "Ohhh.. Trent I think I'm gonna cum soon!" moaned Kevin as he still unconsciously rocked his hips up and down, going faster now to keep up with Trent. "Ohhh.. Trent!" he moaned. "Trent!" he moaned even louder. Kevin's hips rocked at a furious pace now, before he jerked them upwards and kept them there as he screamed Trent's name. His cock inflated inside Trent's mouth and a moment later he squirted his cum down Trent's throat as he quickly face-fucked Trent. Kevin's orgasm lasted about twenty seconds, before he let go of his head and Trent slowly let him down onto the bed again. "Mmmm.." Trent said as he licked the cum that leaked out of his lips and swallowed the remaining cum in his mouth. "You taste goooood." Trent dove down and quickly licked the last bit of cum off Kevin's cock, before licking his pubic hair and then his inner thighs for the cum that leaked out earlier. He looked up at Kevin who lay there motionless, his chest heaving up and down as he slowly relaxed in the afterglow of his orgasm and then crawled forwards on the bed and laid next to him. He put a hand on Kevin's chest, his other arm under Kevin's neck, and pulled him in close and kissed him on the lips. "That was... amazing. I loved it. I love you, Trent. I love you," said Kevin as he continued kissing. Kevin lay on top of Trent as they made out, with Trent squeezing Kevin's ass. After a while, Kevin pulled away. "Now it's your turn." "Awww.. Kevin you don't have to do that." "I want to. Besides, look!" Kevin said as he grabbed Trent's dick. Trent twitched as Kevin grabbed his cock, then looked down and noticed that his cock had been leaking cum for over ten minutes. He suddenly felt warm in every part of his body, and his cock leaked even more. "Let me take care of this for you, okay?" said Kevin. Trent lay there motionless, his mouth wide open in shock and pleasure. Kevin just smiled, then crawled down and spread Trent's legs wide open, then opened his mouth and slowly put more and more of Trent's cock in his mouth. Trent gasped, then immediately jerked his hips upward shoving the rest of his cock into Kevin's cock, causing Kevin to gag. He put his hands on Trent's hips as Trent put his hands on Kevin's head. He sucked the cock into his mouth as far as he could go, then started bobbing his head up and down. Trent screamed loudly as he felt oral pleasure for the first time in his life. Feeling Kevin's tongue licking his cock gave him a feeling he'd never felt before. It was pure bliss. There was no pain involved. He was in Heaven, he was sure of it. Pleasure like this didn't exist on Earth. Wherever Kevin had taken him, he never wanted to go back. Kevin bobbed his head up and down rapidly, licking Trent's cock all over as Trent's orgasm started building. Putting a hand on his boyfriend's sack, he slowly rubbed them causing Trent to moan loudly. He wondered if anyone outside the house could hear them, but decided nothing would happen if they did. The pleasure was too intense. As he started the cum started to fill his balls up, the pleasure was instantly gone. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I just want to try and deep-throat you. You'll pass out from the pleasure, I promise." "Hurry!" Kevin sank his lips back onto Trent's cock, and then went further until he gagged. He readjusted, then sank them even further, swalling as he went on so Trent's cock would go into his throat. Little by little, it went in. Before he knew it, Kevin's lips were at the base of Trent's cock. His mouth was now completely stuffed. He couldn't talk, he couldn't breathe out of his mouth - He felt like a slut and loved it.And as any good slut would do, he immediately went and continued sucking Trent's cock. Trent moaned again, reaching new levels of pleasure he never thought possible. His cock was being sucked and his balls were being gently rubbed. Without thinking, Trent took his hands off Kevin's head and started pinching and twisting his nipples giving him even more pleasure. The combined stimulation of his cock, balls, and nipples were too much already, and then he felt something in his ass. Kevin had reached with his left hand under Trent and stuck a finger up his ass. Trent was started to lose his other senses and just laid there as Kevin inserted three fingers in his ass and pumped them in and out. He rocked his hips up and down, and shortly after screamed as he jerked his hips up into Kevin's mouth and squirted his cum down his boyfriend's throat for thirty seconds but didn't realize any of it except the squirting. He was absorbed in pleasure and after his orgasm, Trent passed out in pleasure. Trent woke up with Kevin at his side, rubbing his hair and kissing him on the lips. He hugged Kevin and kissed him back, licking each other's mouths for a small taste of the cum they shared. When they stopped to breathe, they looked at each other in the eye and said," I love you." They hugged and kissed some more, then pulled the covers on the bed over them and fell asleep in each other's arms as lovers. Kevin Ashley My name is Kevin, I'm in my 20s and I live in the southwest United States. I keep myself in good shape after having played a lot of sports in high school. I'm about 5'8 tall and weigh 165, I've got brown eyes and light brown hair and I'm mostly hairless on my body. That last fact used to bother me a lot, especially when I was at the beach or in the locker room, but no longer. Why? Because I'm bisexual and a cross dresser. When I'm a man, I'm a man and I enjoy the ladies' company. And when I am Ashley, I'm all girl. I became Ashley at 18. I had never been with a man before, however I'd often fantasized about it and those fantasies made me realize that I was bi. I told all my buddies and my girlfriends. The ones who mattered knew and didn't care and treated me no differently than they had before I told them. The ones that didn't...oh well. One night I was out with my buddies at a local watering hole and we had been drinking beers all night. I know shame on me for underage drinking, but it turned out to be one of the most important nights of my life. It was life changing as a matter of fact. A very nice looking man came to our table and sat down right next to me. He was a doctor and knew us all pretty well from playing basketball at the Y. Even though he was about 20 years older than we were, he was a good player and was in excellent shape. I remember seeing him after the games in the shower and noticed that he had a nice big cock. Of course, I didn't want to stare, but many times, I just couldn't help myself. I would stare at it when I knew his eyes were closed and wouldn't catch me. It was so big soft that my buddies and I would always comment on it amongst us on the way home from the game. I never said much, but I sure did fantasize about it a lot. So, I was extremely happy when he came into the bar, walked across the room to our table and then sat down right next to me. My heart was racing, because of the beer and mostly because of his nearness. Sometime during the course of the evening, he brushed his leg against mine and kept it there. I didn't move my leg away, which emboldened him to reach down and put his hand on my thigh. I looked at my buddies, and then looked my doctor friend in his deep blue eyes. He returned my look with an intensity that I had never seen before, then moved his hand higher up my thigh to where my hardening cock was. He squeezed it and held it and I felt the rush of blood to my cock and to my face. For the first time in my life another man was touching my cock. I was blushing and I was excited and I was getting bigger in his hand. I looked back at my buddies to see if they saw, but they didn't. They just kept listening to the loud music and drinking their beers. The doctor leaned over to whisper into my ear, allegedly because of the noisy bar. And I knew what he was going to say and I was nodding affirmative even before he said anything. He asked if I want to go for a ride with him. I yelled to my buddies that Doc was leaving, that I was tired and he was going to give me a ride home after I finished my beer. They nodded and cheered me with their beers in acknowledgment. The doctor removed his hand to give me time to let my hard-on dwindle. After I got more comfortable, we finished our drinks and walked out to his car - a really nice German luxury car. I got into the passenger seat, he slid in to the driver's seat and we drove away. I couldn't believe that I was getting picked up by the guy that I had fantasized about. I really wanted to lean over and feel him the same way he felt me, but I was too bashful to be so forward. Doc stopped at a local gas station that had a fine supply of porn magazines and beer. And he told me to wait in the car. "I have a surprise for you," he said as he shut the car door. He walked in, greeted everyone, smilingly and then disappeared behind the door where the porn was on display. He was in there for a good 5 minutes, which seemed to me like an eternity. He came out with the beer and a brown paper bag, which contained what looked like about 4 porn magazines. As he was getting in the car, he put the beer in the back seat and handed me the magazines. I looked at them and they all had the same theme. They were all about cross dressers and men cumming on them - cumming all over them. Some were group shots and others were just one on one sex. Doc told me, "I really like my lovers to be men, but I really get off on men dressed up as women. Would you like to try that?" I stammered my answer, "I've never done anything like this before." "So you're a virgin?" "Well, no. I've been with girls before," I answered. "Never with a man?" he asked. "No." "Not even circle jerks or blow jobs?" "No," I answered and then sat there quietly. "Oh, Kev, that doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I am looking forward to taking your virginity. You've seen me in the shower, I've seen you staring..." he said and smiled a warm smile at me. I blushed. He continued, "And I've thought about you a lot. I like how you look now, and I think I am going to love how you look as a woman." "Thanks," I said. We had pulled into the parking lot of the local adult store, where there was a lot of sexy lingerie on display. "Wait here, Kev. I'll be right back - with more surprises." After about 10 minutes, he came out of the store with one rather large bag, which he put in the back seat of the car with the beer. "May I see?" I asked. "Not right now, Kev. I'll let you see when we get to the hotel." "Hotel?" "Well, yes, my dear, how else would a gentleman take a young lady's virginity?" We drove the rest of the way in silence. My mind was racing and I was nervous in anticipation as to what was going to happen. I was hoping all my fantasies were going to come true, but I never imagined doing them as a woman. We arrived at the entry to the hotel, Doc left the car running, pulled out a hotel pass key, grabbed the bags. The valet said, "nice seeing you again, Doc." "Thanks." We walked past the concierge who nodded a pleasant greeting, which was returned in kind. When we entered the elevator, no-one was in there. "Kevin, this will be the last time I call you Kev or Kevin," Doc told me. "I want you to pick out a name that you'd like for me to call you whenever we get together." "I really like the name Ashley." "OK, Ashley. From now on you are Ashley. I like it. It's really feminine." The doors opened and we walked to the hotel room, which was not a room, but a suite. It was extremely nice. The best hotel room I'd ever been in. I felt special. Doc handed me the bag from the adult store and said, "this is for you. Happy birthday." "It's not my birthday," I said. "No, it's not your birthday, it's Ashley's." "Oh." Just then there was a knock on the door. Doc opened it and a lady came in with a cart that was loaded with all kinds of items that I recognized from my mother's supply, but had never used before. "This is Marlene; she's an esthetician and will take care of you. Please do as she asks. She's really the best there is. I'll see you in a little while." Then he left. Marlene was all business. She took the bag from me, set up a table for me to lie down on, turned her cart a little beauty shop and told me to take off all my clothes. The way she said it told me that she had no interest in me sexually at all. She instructed me to sit in the chair in front of the mirror she had just set up and then clipped my hair. It was the shortest I had ever had it. I thought about my friends and what their reaction would be. Then she pulled out a wig, put it on my head and styled it. I had to admit that it was really nice. She plucked my eyebrows, and then she clipped my pubic hair as short as possible and asked me to lie face down on the table. She waxed and bleached my ass, which wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it would be. She then asked me to flip over and waxed my pubic region, my legs, my armpits and what little hair I had below my belly button. She told me to go in the bathroom, take a shower and shave my face and handed me an enema. And she instructed me to come out naked when I was finished. I figured the faster I was finished, the faster she'd be finished and the faster Doc would be back. So, I decided to take my time. When I came back, she put on my makeup and did my nails. They were red and acrylic. She grabbed the bag and helped me get into my new outfit – all matching – stockings, a garter, panties, a corset with built in falsies. Then she finished me off by putting on the wig. I looked stunning and felt so beautiful. I was all girl. She texted Doc, handed me a card and told me I had an appointment for hair removal next week. She started to leave. I said to her, "may I ask you a question?" "Sure." "It seems like Doc as done this before. Does he have other lovers?" "No. He had one lover recently, but she left to go to school. She told him that she wanted to be a boy in college and broke up with him. He was devastated. He's been looking for someone for a few months now. Doc is a great guy. Do not break his heart." "I won't." "You better not, Ashley," she warned and walked out as Doc was walking in. Doc looked me up and down and said, "wow!" I blushed for about the third time in 2 hours. "Turn around and let me look at you." I did as he instructed. "You are a vision of red loveliness. I knew you'd look so sexy in red. You have the sexiest ass. I haven't seen an ass like that in a long time. And your lips. Those luscious lips. I want to taste them." He came up to me, put his arms around me, and then kissed me. Another man was kissing me for the first time and I let him. It was gentle and I was a bit tentative. But soon I warmed up to it, opened my mouth and he inserted his tongue in to mine. With his strong hands, he pulled me closer, and then slid one hand up to my head and the other down to my butt. And then he kissed me even harder. I was on fire. I was excited about receiving my first man/man kiss. Actually it wasn't. It was my first woman/man kiss. My hand was on the move next. I slowly moved it down his body to get to his cock -that big spectacular cock of his. I wanted to feel it getting hard in my hand. He had other ideas, though, and told me, "no my sweet. Not just yet, OK?" It was agonizing, so I pouted and then he removed my put with his lips. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he whispered to me, "I want you. And I want you right now." He took my hand and led me over towards the bed. My cock was semi-hard and bulging out of my red silk boy shorts. I thought it was pretty funny that he bought me my first pair of panties and they were boy shorts. Doc stopped just short of the bed, turned me to face him, then reached down to feel my cock through the silky sexy panties. It was growing in his hand and I wanted my penis to be released. "Please, Doc," I whispered, "please take off my panties." "Me, first," he said, as he started to unbutton his shirt. He was tantalizingly slow. He undid button by button starting from the top, revealing his sculpted hairy chest. I reached over to feel his chest after his shirt came off and it was spectacular. I rubbed him all over while he was undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. I noticed that he was not wearing any undershorts, nor was he wearing socks. It was so sexy to see the top of his cock peeking out from his pants as he unzipped his zipper. He was so thick. It was quite a bit thicker than the dildo I had been using to masturbate and I was hoping that he could fit inside my ass. Finally, he let his pants fall to the floor and his magnificent man meat stood at attention. I sucked in my breath as I saw it and immediately grabbed for it. I wanted it my hot little hands. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it in my ass. And I wanted him to shoot his cum all over me. I wanted it all. He grabbed my hand and said, "not yet. We have a lot of time. I want to take care of you first. I want you to cum first. After all, a gentleman knows that ladies always cum first. With that, he reached down and pulled the shorts over my hard cock. And then he lightly touched it. "I'm sorry I'm not as big as you are," I said to him. He gently pushed me onto to the bed, laid down next to me, pulled my cock up to his lips and said into it, "shhhh...you have a nice cock. I love the size of it. Not too big at all. I love it. And it is so hard." He softly ran his fingers up and down my cock. I looked down at his and his cock was standing straight up. It looked to be at least 10 inches long and it seemed to be just as thick. Or maybe it just looked thicker because I was concerned about it being in my ass. "Ashley, this is your first time and I will be gentle, so just lie back, relax and let The Doctor take care of you." I did as he told me and then I felt his hand reach to the base of my cock and softly grasp it. Then he started jerking me off. He was taking his sweet time, making me harder than I had ever been. Then it happened. He licked me on the underside from the base to the head of my cock. I twitched from the sensation. And then he did it again. And again. And again. I was so fucking horny by this time, I wanted him to stop licking and start sucking. He sensed that that's what I wanted and he put the head of my dick into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the crown. Then he opened his mouth wider and went down on it. Slowly. Until the entire length of my penis was all the way in is mouth and down his throat. The feeling was incredible. My first fantasy about him was coming true. He pulled it all the way out of his mouth, then deep throated me again. Then he did that again. And he was stroking the base of my cock as he lowered his mouth onto me. It was amazing. I had to see it. So I lifted my head to watch my new found lover sucking my cock all the way. I was still dressed in my garter, corset and stockings and this incredibly gifted cock sucking man was giving me the most spectacular blowjob of my entire life. I laid my head back down and moaned at him sucking me. He pulled my dick out and said to me, "tell me want you want me to do, Ashley. Tell me what you want." I started talking dirty to him, "suck me, Doc. Blow me, lover. Take my cock. Take it all the way. I love the way you are sucking me. Make me cum. I want to cum so hard in your mouth. Deep throat me. Oh my god, Doc." "Call me a cocksucker, Ashley." "Oh you are a cocksucker, Doc. You love to suck my girly dick, don't you? You are a dirty little cocksucker and I want you to take all my cum in your mouth." His mouth was smooth, wet and hot on my cock. I was so close to cumming. I told him, "holy fuck, Doc. Keep that up right there. I am so close. I want to cum in your mouth. I want to fill your mouth with my cum. I want it right now." I felt the surge of cum start from the depth of my balls and work its way up my cock and into his mouth. He held me down with his strong hands with my cock all the way in his mouth. I spurted about 6 or 8 shots of cum down his throat as he held me there. I couldn't move. "Oh fuck, Doc. Please. Please stop. Please take my cock out of your mouth. Please, lover," I pleaded with him. Finally, he released me. My cock popped out of his mouth and he let me go. Then he did something that was something I hadn't fantasized about. He climbed up to me, kissed me on the lips, opened his mouth and gave me my own cum. I was spent. I hadn't cum like that in a long time, if ever. It was the best blowjob I had ever had. I wanted to shut my eyes and go to sleep, but Doc had other plans. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. "Here you go, baby. Feel it for a little bit." I looked down at the monster in my hand. I had only felt my own dick and his was substantially bigger. "Do you want me to suck it?" I asked tentatively. "Yes, I do, but only as a prelude to me taking your virgin ass." He propped himself up with a pillow behind him and I knelt in front of him and started licking him the same he licked me. In my inexperience, I figured the best form of flattery was imitation. I did that the same amount of times that he did it to me, and the last time I licked him, I went as slow as I could possibly go. I looked up at my big handsome man. His eyes were closed and his head was back. There was a slight smile on his face. When I got to the top of his penis, I stretched my jaws as far as they would go and inserted the first penis I would ever taste into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the crown just like he did to me. He moaned. I felt like I could do that forever. I was content to lick the head for an eternity. I guess I must have been lost in concentration because I heard a camera click and looked up right after I heard it. He was holding his iPhone and grinning from ear to ear. "Do you want to see what you look like with my dick in your mouth? It's pretty fucking sexy." He turned the camera around and showed me. There I was. Ashley. I was a girl on my knees with a monster cock in my mouth. I was never so amazed at anything in my life. "Oh my god," I exclaimed, "I can't believe that's me!" "That's you, baby, and you look spectacular like that. I'll text it to you after. OK?" "OK. Next time I want to pose for you." "Hmmmm, Ashley, I'd like that," Doc said, "but now, it's the time you've been waiting your whole life for." I felt a twinge in my cock and I knew what he was talking about. "Reach into that nightstand drawer and pull out the condoms and the KY, my little slut. I am so ready to take your ass." I did as I was told. Magnums. Of course. And warming KY jelly. He was sitting there, smiling, and stoking his cock. "Come here, Ashley," he said as he patted the bed. I sat right next to him and he replaced his hand with mine. "I'm super hard right now, as you can tell. I am so fucking turned on from sucking your cock and you licking me. I could take your sweet ass right now, and fuck you hard, but I don't want to hurt you. I want you to relax and enjoy the next sexual experience. That's why I sucked you off until you came first." "I understand." "I love how you are stroking my cock right now, but I need to fuck you. Open up the condom and roll it down my cock," he said, taking control. I tore open the package, opened up the condom and slid it over his massive schlong. I didn't think the condom would fit, but it did. "Now, hand me the KY and get on your hands and knees. Get as comfortable as you want. I want to take you from behind first. Then we'll see how you like it that way." I complied. I could feel his hands on my ass. I felt him open me up like a ripe piece of fruit. I felt my ass become exposed to him. Then I felt his hot breath. And then I felt his tongue. He licked my freshly cleaned, waxed and bleach rosebud. It felt sensational. He licked me from my ass to my balls. Then back again. I loved that feeling. He stopped at my hole, slipped his tongue in, then reached up to fondle my testicles. His hands were warm and his tongue was hot. "Do you like that?" I heard him ask. "Yes, Doc. I love it." He licked me again – slowly and sensuously. I stayed on my knees, and moved my hands to my own ass. I pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing myself to him. I was face and shoulder down on the bed with my tight pucker hole opened up to him. "That's it, sweetheart, I love it," he complimented me. Then I felt something cool on my asshole. And it warmed up. It was the lube. It felt so nice. I started to do relaxation breathing in anticipation of what was coming next. He dipped a finger in my butthole and then started fingering me. Then he slipped another finger in. He had two thick meaty fingers in there. I tried to open myself even more.