5 comments/ 82597 views/ 5 favorites Who Seduced Who? By: Mildredm Dad put me on the bus and I felt like I had just lost my best friend. I was old enough to understand this was the best thing for me and it also was a way for my dad to relax and hopefully recover from his illness. I was going to stay with my Mother's sister my Aunt Wilda. My mother had passed away some years ago and I had only met my Aunt Wilda Raven once when I was a child. Dad had called and told Aunt Wilda that I wanted to go to college at Oil City State and asked if I could stay with her in her home since it was near by. She said she would be happy to have me and since her house was so big she would welcome the company. The only picture I had seen of my Aunt Wilda was over thirty years old and it was an old black and white with my mother. But even so I could see Aunt Wilda was a knock out and sexy as all hell. I wondered if after being married for a number of years and now a widow would have changed her much. It had and only for the better. My name is Leroy and I just turned nineteen a few months earlier. I was kind of excited when the bus pulled into the diner that doubled as a bus station for this small town. There across the street was a dark brown Jaguar sedan with a round face blonde with a great set of knockers leaning on a front fender. I know that fender would be smiling if it could, that was one beautiful ass resting on its shinny surface. She did not move until I had picked up my bag and was within a few steps of the car. The trunk popped and she pointed, I dropped the bag in and took a seat next to this older but most beautiful blonde I had ever seen. Well for her age any way. She had a wide mouth, a tight sweater that showed off a great pair of tits and even sitting down I could tell she had a small waist above a wide set of hips but I could also tell there was little fat on this old broad. I was going to look forward to getting to know my dear old aunt... Hell yes I was thinking of getting to know her real well. She was talkative on the way to her house. The house was two story and big as any old home in the neighborhood. A long drive up the side divided her property from her neighbors and a hedge row accented the property line. The lawn in front was small and well maintained. She parked the Jaguar around back and we went in through the kitchen. The back yard was larger and there was a garage but it looked like she did not use it much. Wilda; as I was supposed to call her and not include the Aunt. She called me Leroy and not Guy like many of my friends. The name Guy had been with me so long I thought it was my name but Wilda liked Leroy better. Wilda went up the stairs ahead of me and stopped without opening the screen door. She bent over and the loose thin material of her slacks tightened around her ass and pulled up between two of the sweetest cheeks I had ever seen. Not only that but she had what my friends and I call head space. In other words her thighs did not touch and there was about three inches of "head space. " I could see her fucking puffy pussy as clear as if she was naked. I swear there was a wet spot right on the seam and I thought "Holy shit what a cunt she must have." I let out a sound that was unmistakable as a sound of approval of what was before me. She froze for a moment and looked back over her shoulder but continued to stay bent over until she had peeled back the door mat and retrieved a key. "That's were it lives so you know." She said unlocking the kitchen door. I found my room all clean and ready for me. I had my own bath and had the whole second floor to my self. Wilda used a bedroom on the first floor. She said she did not like to go up and down the stairs any more. My Aunt Wilda, sorry Wilda may have been sixty one but she sure did not look it or act it. Needless to say I had a hard on and kept it thru out the evening when she took us out to dinner. She drove us to the Clarion river diner but when the guy saw us he escorted us to a table out on a side porch where you can see the river below. I was not asked for proof of age when we ordered drinks. Wilda was happy to tell me about something she and my mother did in their youth. They did a lot of dating and even sneaked out once in a while to see boys. Wilda did not say so in plan words but I got the idea that both Wilda and my Mom enjoyed the boys and what they could give these two sexy girls. Two drinks and a meal let us both relax. A band started and so I asked my aunt to dance. She was smooth on her feet and moved well to the beat of the music. I held her close and she seemed to enjoy the closeness so at the proper moment I pressed forward ramming my erection right up between her legs. She pulled back slowly very slowly and then moved to the side so my erection rubbed her thigh. I let my hand slip down low on her back and she looked up at me smiling with that red wide mouth. I smiled back and let a finger pressed deeply into the very top of her firm twin cheeks. She smiled wider and when she smiled again the wide generous mouth open and she cooed. She let the tip of her tongue run around her lips and my cock jump up so high it hit her on the belly. "My Leroy you're an active young man. I don't what you to get any ideas so we better go sit down and take a timeout to eat." I pulled out her chair and before she could sit down I pressed my hard-on right up between those firm round cheeks. She froze and pushed back into me. She wiggled her ass and looked over her shoulder like this morning on the porch. When she sat and was up close to the table I said "I hope you take this as a compliment but I have to say you got a beautiful ass." "Thank you Leroy. I can see you have also got some fine manly features." She said in a low seductive voice. She downed another drink and then we both just went though the motions of relaxing. I wanted to get her the hell out of there and let her see what I had to offer my dear old aunt. Wilda drank another drink while enjoying the music so when it came time to leave I asked her it she wanted me to drive. She looked at me and said "My darling Leroy what makes you think you can drive any better than I?" That was a consideration so I asked her if I should call a taxi. She said she had a better idea and taking me by the hand pulled me thorough the lobby to the motel desk. She told the man there to give her a key. He smiled and handed her a key. No registration, no talk just a smile. It was on the first floor so we staggered to the end of the hall and she managed to open the door to room 113. The door closed behind us and she turned to me. No talk, no words were needed. I took her in my arms and we melted together as if we had done this a hundred times. I walked her backwards to the edge of the bed. There I peeled her dress down to her hips and worked my magic fingers to unhook her six hook bra. She had my shirt open and off my shoulders her bare tits met my bare chest and all hell broke loose in room 113. I up ended her in the bed pulling her dress off leaving her in only thin silky panties. I stood so she could see me unveil what was about to be her play toy for the next few hours. I dropped my pants and she said "Oh, my god." My cock is not as long as some but few are as thick and the head is very long and pointed. Like a spear ready to do some serious damage. She held up a hand as if to welcome me into her charms but I had other ideas. I pulled her to a sitting position where my cock was bouncing to my heart beat right in front of her pretty face. She looked up at me and asked "Leroy what do you want of me?" "My dear Wilda I want you to take my cock in your sexy mouth and suck it. You are a cock-sucker aren't' you?" I said in a deep manly voice of authority. "Oh; what you must think of your dear old aunt." She was teasing me as she leaned close. I watched as the head of my cock disappeared from sight. "I knew you were a cock-sucker the first time I saw your mouth up close. I know a cock-sucker when I see one. And you're a good one." I was being harsh and raunchy with my words but some how I knew she liked this kind of talk so I called her a cock-sucker a few more times before I said "How would you like this cock up your ass?" "Leroy not tonight, okay, please it is not that I don't like a good old ass fucking but your cock is so thick it may take a lot of K-Y jelly before you can get it in." Wilda said her words shook with a tremble like she was thinking ahead. So I pushed her back and spread her legs and came down between them with my mouth on her wet pussy. I tongued her clitoris and fingered her pussy for only a few seconds before she let out a scream and shivered to the bone while spurted a thick sweet fluid into my mouth. I had heard about the nectar of the gods but had never experienced it until this moment. Her juices were sweeter than honey and I welcomed it licking it up as a man thirsting to death would for water. I was so excited I was near a climax myself so I moved up while she was still shaking and rolling from side to side. I pushed down between her legs and my cock head found her pussy wet, hot and ready. I pushed hard and my cock went into the hilt as Wilda moaned and her eyes popped open and her mouth let out an ungodly sound. I was not about to wait for her so I pumped as fast as I could drive it into her. She rolled her head from side to side moaning and all the while lifting her ass up off the bed. She was meeting my every downward thrust as we banged together. I felt it start way down in side of me and work its way up to the surface. That little space between my ass and balls was hurting like some one had grabbed me with a pair of pliers. My ass puckered so tight it hurt and I thought I was going to explode if I did not bust a nut. The she screamed "Fuck me, Oh, God fuck me." I did. She did and we screamed the praises of one another for the next twenty minutes. When I rolled over on my back I'll never know. When Wilda went down and sucked the juices off my slowly dying cock that I remember. She sucked my limp cock into her mouth and there rolled it around with her tongue and let it get sucked back into her throat. I was not soft long not long at all. Wilda loved to suck my cock, any cock was more to the truth. Any way she sucked me hard. Once she was pleased with what she had accomplished she sat up to straddle me taking my cock deep in her well fucked cunt. I asked "You do love to fuck and suck don't you?" She leaned back and laughed and squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles until I worshiped her desires and needs. Wilda was my kind of girl an old girl but still one hell of a piece of ass. Wilda rocked, bounced up and down a few times and then climaxed again. I was not far behind but not as active as the first time. Wilda slipped off and roll off to sit on the edge of the bed. Wilda stood on wobbly legs and wandered toward the bathroom. I don't remember her coming back to bed. When I woke it was early in the morning. The clock radio told me it was four minutes after three o'clock. Wilda was resting next to me with a sheet over her round body. She was on her side and in the low light the curve of her hips showed and I wanted to fuck her all over again. But it was time to think of going home. I woke her by kissing her neck and rubbing her ass. She smiled and asked "Time to go right?" She drove and we made it home safely and I made it up to my room with out any more arousing thoughts. Well almost... It was after seven when I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my flannel robe I went down to the kitchen to smell coffee already made. Wilda stood with her back to the counter holding a cup of coffee and smiling she nodded toward the coffee maker a cup sitting waiting there for me. "How did you sleep? " She asked. "In the motel it was deep without dreams. Here it was restful with dreams that were as strange as any I have ever had." I said. "Oh I love to hear about dreams what did you dream about?" she asked. "It was strange that is for sure. I dreamed I was with you and my Mom in a large bed and while one of you sucked my cock the other would be kissing me. I thought my mother was a very pretty sexy women but I never had a chance to do any thing with her like we did. I know one of my buddies that fucks his mother and he said she is the best he ever had. But after last night I have to believe there is no one out there any where near as good as you in bed. I'll bet you have given a lot of guys a lot of pleasure." I said as I moved up close and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. My darling Aunt's hand slipped between the folds on my robe so her fingers could caress my humble hanging soft cock. "Hummm, how nice and soft he is now. Is he asleep?" Wilda asked as she slipped her hand down under to take my balls in her palm. "He is waiting for you to awaken him with a loving morning kiss. Would you like to suck him awake and then drink from his fountain of youth? I have heard that women that suck off young men live to be very sexy older ladies. I have also heard that women that suck cum also have bigger tits. But your tits are already so big you must have sucked a gallon of hot cum in your time." I said in a near whisper. Wilda had fabulous hands and she was happy to show me she knew her way around a cock. With two fingers she peeled back the little lips at the end of my cock while circling the head with her hand. It felt almost like it was in her mouth and she was licking the tiny lips with the tip of her tongue. My hands found her heavy tits and fondled them as I opened her robe. Wilda's belly was soft and round but not overly fat. I let a finger tip slip down into her thin veil of brush. There I found a small parturition that was her clitoris. When I applied a little pressure she wiggled and sighed noticeably. She tilted her face up and was about to say something when I kissed her. My beautiful Aunt was a great kisser with great tits and one hell of a fantastic cock-sucker to say nothing about her fucking style which was outstanding. Wilda was just one very good fucking machine. "You know what I want this morning dear Wilda?" I asked her and knew she already knew what I wanted for breakfast. Looking me straight in the eye she said "I do believe that my nephew wants to fuck his aunt in the ass with his great big thick cock. Is that what you want dear Leroy?" Wilda was already opening her robe wider and reaching for a tube of K-Y Jelly that was on the counter. Wilda must have been a mind reader or she simply knew me much better than I knew myself. Both robes were on the floor when she turned around and rested her head and shoulders on the counter with her fine ass aimed at me. I took the tube of K-Y and applied a generous amount to her ass and worked a finger full up inside her ass. She let me know that my finger wiggling in her ass felt pretty good to her. Wilda ass was firm and slightly wider than her waist. The cheeks were round yet split so I could easily see my desired target. I added a hand full of K-Y to my cock and was milking my cock while working two fingers into her ass hole to get her ready for my not so long but very thick cock. Spreading the cheek wider with one hand while I took my slippery cock in the other hand and placed the head flat against the dark puckered little hole. If you have never had this moment in your memories then let me tell you that you have not lived. Watching your cock head press tight against the tender sweet ass hole of some one that wants you to really fuck her in the ass is as experience that is so erotic that it will make a man explode right there and then. I felt Wilda relax and at that moment that tiny puckered hole open up to let my cock head disappear before my very eyes. I was in Wilda's ass and she was pushing back ever so slowly. I was letting her take over and work just as much or as little of my cock as she wanted in her. I knew that once she was comfortable with the feel and size she would take it all and let me know she was ready for me to fuck her. Moving back and forth slowly until she is ready for me to ram this cock up her tiny ass giving her the same excitement I was feeling. Taking her by the hips I pulled then pushed working my cock deeper and deeper up her choice ass. Watching my cock slide easily in and out of her ass sent shivers through me and my balls tightened up under my rock solid cock. I did not have to say anything Wilda knew when I was ready and she screamed out loud. "Leroy, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard, fill my ass with cum. Fuck me now." Wilda words faded as I shot the first of several spurts of hot sperm up her ass. I cum and cum then I cum some more. Wilda was screaming for more and then she cried out she was cumming. I moved faster pumping up her ass as fast as I could and then I started to cum again joining her as she let go with a long flow of juices that ran out of her cunt and down her legs from her unused cunt. There was a sucking sound as my cock withdrew from her hot tight ass. I staggered back and had to rest my ass on the table to keep my legs under me. Wilda turned and headed for her bedroom and I went back up stairs. It was after nine o'clock before I came back down stairs again this time fully dressed. Wilda was out in the back yard standing inside the back fence talking to a pretty lady. With sandy hair and a wide smiling face. She looked to be much younger than Wilda but still older than me. My guess in her late thirties. Wilda had on tight soft shorts that were pulled up the crack of her fine ass. As I walked toward the two ladies my cock swelled and I could feel it once again in Wilda's fine ass. As I got closer Wilda turned and introduced me to Cindy Sue Blue a neighbor. Also a widow a very young widow but still a widow and one very sexy broad. My cock only got harder thinking of this younger widow and her fine tight body. How I managed to stand there for fifteen minutes with out busting a nut watching these two lovely women and thinking how I wanted to fuck each in the mouth. I could tell Cindy was a cock-sucker like my dear Aunt. As they talked it was plan to see they had gone out together more than once. I could also see that they had more going than just a night out with the girls. I bet these two had double dated and did some serious fucking together. By the time Wilda and I walked back toward the house it had been arranged that Cindy would join us for dinner at the Hill Top lounge. Another lounge that was high up on a hill that over looked the Allegany River. That afternoon Wilda took me for a ride to show me the beautiful Cooks Forest and the many wonders of this once heavily farmed country. As we drove through the forest Wilda pulled up into a parking area. We were the only car any where around. She got out and I followed her up a narrow trail through large boulders to a small grassy area not much bigger than her back yard. There she came into my arms and kissed me. I let her fumble with my belt and dug into my jeans to fine the treasure she wanted. Once she had my cock out it was hard as hell. Wilda squatted down and slowly, deliberately sucking my cock with tender loving care until I busted nut filling her mouth with a warm thick load of young male sperm. "God Wilda I love the way you suck my cock. Gees you must have sucked a hundred cock in your day." My voice was shay and low but she heard every word. "Leroy my young lover, I'll tell you this and I hope you'll not mind if I include your mother in my statement. But my sister and I sucked every cock that ever went up our pussies. Your mother was even a better cock-sucker than me many of the boys said so." Wilda said as she wiped her mouth with her hand. I did not mind and it some how made me proud that my mother had been loved by many of the boys. I did not ask if they worked as a duo after my Mom married my Dad. Who Seduced Who? We returned home and I had time for a rest before Cindy Sue walked down from her house so we all could ride together to The Hill Top Inn. Who Seduced Whom? Author's note. I am married, I am sexually very active and I am bi. I love Lit and love writing for it, but where should stories about bi men go? Please help. James ***** About a year ago, I was suffering from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn't seem to help. One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read "Masseuse for What Ails You". By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fairly close to me and the ad was for "deep tissue" massage. It sounded just what I was looking for. I called the phone number, and a man answered. I am not sure why, but hearing a male voice on the phone rather surprised me; I guess I was expecting a female receptionist. He also surprised me by advising me that he provided a visiting massage service. "So James," Scott said. "I come to you, not you to me, whereabouts are you?" He went on to ask a few questions about my situation, and told me that he could help me out. He said that he had time available this evening and we agreed that he would come to my house in Barnsbury, Islington at eight. Kelly, my wife of twenty years or so, was out that evening, probably taking advantage of our quite open marriage. For the rest of the day, I was on tenterhooks about the massage. I went back and forth in my mind about it, several times almost cancelling Scott. I wanted the massage, I wanted to feel better and I wondered whether it would be a dead straight massage or whether it might be a 'happy ending' type. Although I felt a little uncomfortable about him coming to my house, for I wondered about blackmail. Kelly was understanding about our loose marriage, but I was not sure that would extend to me being sucked off by a guy in our house. I wasn't gay, but like a lot of guys I had a curiosity about being bi. The other worry was that massages always excited me and I had no idea how I would explain a hard on, if it was dead straight! He arrived promptly at eight and we introduced ourselves. Scott asked me if I was all right with him coming to my house for the massage. I lied and told him that I had no problems with him being there. He was as tall as me, around six feet, but slightly slimmer; I put him at around one seventy pounds to my one eighty and a bit. He had blonde hair and by any measure he was good looking, probably handsome even and I guessed he was in his late-twenties or early-thirties to my mid-forties I offered him a drink and he asked for a glass of water. I went into the kitchen and I heard him opening the table in the living room. When I came out, Scott was ready. "You can stay dressed, just remove your upper stuff or strip off to your boxers; neck issues can be due to lower back issues," he explained. "Either way, you have to get on the table". He was making eye contact with me and smiling giving me the impression of him being a nice, regular guy. His eyes smiled at me while he spoke. His personality and approach were already relaxing me. I took my shirt off, and laid on the table on my stomach. I was telling him again about the nerve in my neck and that I couldn't find any way of relieving the pain. Scott pressed and poked my neck, turned my head and made me bend my neck forward and back and turn it to both sides. "Yes it looks like a trapped nerve," he said pouring oil onto his hands and starting to rub my shoulders and my upper back. He told me that he probably couldn't relieve the pain on the first visit, but that he was more than willing to return. His hands were professionally working my upper back and shoulders and It felt wonderful, relaxing me with every time he pressed his fingers into my muscles. He was making small talk, asking about my job, my house and all that. His hands were working my upper back and shoulders, turning me into mush. It was fantastic. He explained that he was going to loosen all of my muscles below my neck before concentrating on that area. The only reply I could muster was a groan. His hands worked down the sides of my back, to my waist and then back up into the middle. He must have spent twenty minutes of our hour session on everything but my neck. When his hands made it to my neck, I was so completely relaxed that I was not even conscious of the pain in that area. He worked lightly over my neck and the base of my skull, making me feel great. Sooner than I had expected, the hour session was over and he had instructed me to hop off the table. I got up, paid him and then I did something I had not intended to do. I invited him to have a drink with me. He looked at his watch, and told me that he did not have time as he had another appointment. He asked if I wanted another session and we agreed that he would come back in two days. He agreed and we set the day and the time. For some reason I chose the afternoon and after he had gone I wondered whether that was because I knew Kelly would be at work! On the way out, he had stopped and said. "After our next session, I'll stay for that drink." He smiled and then left. For the next two days, I could hardly get my mind off Scott's hands. I was even having fantasies of him while I masturbated, which recently was more frequent than usual. I began wondering if he would come on to me or offer anything on his next visit? And if he did not, would I have the balls to ask if he offered extras. I had done that several times in spas in hotels overseas and although usually being told no a few times it had been yes. The next visit went pretty much the same as the first. As his hands worked on my shoulders I felt the fabric of my jeans stretching at the crotch. As he massaged my neck, shoulders and back, he again made me feel fantastic and certainly my neck felt looser and there was less pain when I turned my head. When we were done, I offered the drink we had discussed and must admit I felt disappointed when he apologized and said that he could not get out of a meeting and he would have to say no. He gave me a look that said he wanted to say more, but didn't know if he should. I told him that I understood and that the offer was always open. We continued our regular sessions for a week or so. Every-other-day Scott manipulated my muscles, got me hard and then left. I was beginning to believe that he was simply one big tease, but maybe that was how he had to be for if he offered anything and that got out he could lose his license to practice as a physio. I was resigning myself to fantasizing about being seduced by this man, but doing nothing in reality! On a Tuesday night when Kelly was in Manchester running a training course and probably getting herself shagged by one or more of the delegates, after my massage, I told Scott that I would only ask once more. "If you would like to stay and have a drink, or come back later, I'll be around and alone all evening and night come to that and you're more than welcome," I said as he was walking out carrying his bag and the portable table. He stopped, looked at his watch and turned to me with a serious look on his face. "I thought that maybe you had changed your mind," he said. "I'd love to come back after my next appointment. Would nine-thirty be okay?" Feeling a surge of something and feeling my pulses starting to race I said, probably rather croakily. "Of course, I'll be here waiting!" Scott left, and I went back into the house. During the next hour and a half, I couldn't stop thinking about how this man had made me feel so completely relaxed. His hands were warm and soft. I began thinking about having his hands all over my back and shoulders, and it was wonderful. I wondered what it would be like to return the favour? As I had those thoughts, I realised that I was hard. I was having similar feelings to those I get when I'm getting somewhere with a woman. I could hardly believe it, but I was enjoying it. I was het up as the time was approaching; I fluffed around the house killing time. I put white wine and some champagne in the fridge, opened a bottle of two thousand and four Claret and put a haunting Bach Violin Concerto on the stereo. I had already straightened up the place, again, and I was feeling silly. I felt I was behaving like a woman would waiting for a date and that was getting me turned on. Was I looking for sex with him I wondered? The shock was that I was still not sure. At last nine-thirty arrived and with it a ring on the door-bell. He was punctual and I liked that. I answered it and there was Scott, the man who was making me feel and act like a silly, love or sex-struck teenage girl. He smiled and said. "Hi, how are you?" "Great and you Scott, I said showing him in and seating him on the green leather Chesterfield couch. I offered him a drink and he opted for as beer. "A Peroni if you have it James." "Yes I do, it's my favourite," I told him. "Mine too and don't bother with a glass, the bottle will do." I went into the kitchen, returning with a glass of red wine for me and his Peroni. We sat on the couch, a comfortable distance apart sipping our drinks and talking about anything that came into our minds. Sports, politics, the economy, TV programmes and the situation with FIFA; he was well informed and had sensible views on most topics. I noticed that his glass was empty and asked if he wanted another. He readily accepted and followed me into the kitchen. "Are you married?" He asked suddenly. "Yes, for over twenty years" I replied. I handed him the glass and he took it from my hand in a way so that his hand linger touched mine. I glanced at his face and he averted my stare. He actually blushed I think. "Is it good?" "In its way yes." "How do you mean?" "Kelly and I get on well, but..." I paused. "But?" Scott asked taking a swig from his bottle. "I don't like to say, my wife does not understand me, but we have a pretty open marriage," I told him surprising myself for I had not mentioned that to anyone. We had another drink each, as we continued talking and laughing. Then Scott excused himself and asked the location of the bathroom? When he came back, he sat on the couch again, but this time, he was closer than the last. After a few minutes of more talking, he reached out and touched my leg, just above the knee. He left his hand there for a brief moment. When he looked into my eyes, I know that I blushed. I could feel my face getting hot. He smiled, I smiled and did something that I still can't believe, I reached over and put my fingertips on his knee. He did not react at all. He just began talking about something else. Our conversation went on and after a while, we began talking about sex. He asked more about Kelly's and my 'open' marriage and I explained that a few years ago we had agreed that either could have other partners, but we would never talk about them. He explained that he was not married, but had a series of girl-friends. I could hardly believe what I heard coming out of my mouth. "Well with your looks I imagine they are pretty easy to get." He looked at me rather intently. "You think so do you James?" "Yes Scott I do," I said a rush of feelings seeming to rush from my brain to my cock that started to harden, again. He told me that his last girlfriend was a dominatrix and that was what ended their relationship. "Why?" I asked. Looking directly into my eyes he said. "Well James I prefer to be in control." Perhaps it was the drink, for I had a couple of glasses of wine before he arrived, but I surprised myself by blurting out. "I often like to give in to the person I'm with." "Really?" He smiled. "Have you ever been with a man?" There it was! He made the first actual, overt move. What was I going to do? The only thing I could do . . . I blushed again. I think he sensed the answer to his question. He slid his hand back to my leg and lightly slid his fingers up the outside of my thigh. "Is this okay?" He asked. "I think so," was the only thing I could manage to get out of my mouth? He kept lightly rubbing my leg as he leaned over, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. He smiled at me and reached out to grasp my hand. "I've been wanting to do this since the first time I came here." "I've been wanting you to do this as well," I replied adding. With that, he sat up straight and moved closer to me, letting his left knee rest on top of my right. He started to rub my upper arms with both hands. He was looking directly into my eyes when he asked me a very important question. "Can I kiss you?" I could only stare at him. He leaned into me, raised his head and put his lips to mine. When I didn't resist, he began kissing me more passionately. His lips parted, and his tongue brushed against my upper lip. I couldn't believe this. I kissing him back; I opened my mouth and let his tongue meet mine. All of a sudden I really realised that I was enjoying it. I could feel the stubble on his chin rubbing against my own and I could smell his aftershave, the make of which I could not place. It was such a different feeling from kissing a woman. He tasted wonderful. I really began to get into the kissing. I was rubbing the outside of his thigh, from the knee to his belt line. His arms were around my neck, and his fingers were running through my hair. He broke his mouth from mine and kissed his way to my neck. He was kissing, licking and softly biting my neck sending shivers up and down my back. He let his right arm drop from my neck and began to rub my upper arm and my shoulder. Then he let his hand move in and began rubbing and gently squeezing my left breast. The only thing I could do was rub his upper thigh. I didn't know what else to do so I did what I would, and have done so many times with women. That struck a chord with me for I suddenly realised that all the feelings, emotions and sensations I was receiving were as near as makes no difference to what I get with females. In the end, I suddenly realised, it was the sexual buzz I was after, where it came from did not seem to matter! Scott took his other arm from my neck, and started to unbutton my shirt. He got about four buttons undone, and then slid one side from my shoulder and began kissing and biting the exposed skin as he went. I was in complete surrender to him and I loved everything I had experienced so far. He unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulling it out of my trousers and pushing it off my shoulders, thus baring my chest. He excited me by saying. "Oh James, you have a gorgeous body." "Thanks Scott," I replied feeling a little embarrassed. The soft moan that escaped from his mouth excited me even more. He began kissing and licking my chest in little circles until he reached my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth he let out a louder, breathy moan. His tongue licking and probing my nipple and areolae and his teeth gently chewing it sent shudders of desire through me I started to struggle with the sleeves of my shirt; I wanted to be bare chested, to be truthful I wanted to be naked for him. He helped me remove it and went back to work on my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. I didn't do anything else, because I just didn't know what to do. Scott sat up, looked me in the eye and said. "I want you James, I want you so badly." They were some of the most erotic words I had ever heard. I could only gasp. "Yes Scott." With that, he stood up and offered me his hand. I stood, and faced him. He moved closer to me and we began kissing again. This time, he took my arms and placed them on top of his shoulders. I felt so feminine and for some reason I could not understand that made me feel fantastic. His hands were gliding up and down my back as he kissed me deeply. I took my arms from his neck, grabbed his hand and walked him out of the lounge, up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Once in there, he stopped with me in front of a long, loft mirror. He came up close behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He started kissing my neck again and he ran his hands up my stomach, to my chest and with one hand began pinching my nipple. The other hand ran up my neck and to my face. He put one finger to my lips and I opened my mouth to let his finger in. I began licking his finger, and then sucked it into my mouth. Watching all this going on in the mirror and occasionally making eye contact with him was such a massive turn on. I felt his lips, tongue and teeth move from my neck to my shoulder blades and start to go lower. His fingers left my face and travelled down my spine as he lowered himself. I felt his tongue running down the length of my spine and his hands slide around to the front of my jeans. Still from behind, he undid my belt and zip on my trousers. He stood up again, began rubbing and squeezing my chest with one hand and with the other, he circled my stomach with his fingers, letting one finger dip into my navel. Then, slowly, he worked his hand to the waistline of my underpants, pushing his fingertips inside. My penis was achingly hard and when his fingers brushed against the head, I jumped causing us both to laugh. I turned to face him and he whispered to me to unbutton his shirt. I was so nervous and so excited that my hands were shaking. Somehow, I managed to get all of the buttons undone. I slid my hands inside his shirt, feeling his smooth chest. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I followed the lead he had provided earlier and began to kiss his neck and his shoulders. My hands were running from the waistband of his chinos, up his back and down again. He put his hands to either side of my head, and guided my face to his nipples. Reaching out with my tongue and circling his nipple, I licked it for a moment or two before I took it into my mouth and lightly sucked and chewed it. Again apart from the hairs on his chest the similarity with a woman surprised me. After a few minutes, Scott gently pushed me back and began to seductively undo his beige chinos. After he was unbuttoned and unzipped, he pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor round his ankles. I saw that he had not bothered with underwear, but more importantly I saw his handsome cock straining straight up his flat stomach; he looked marvellous. "Ok mate?" He asked running his fingertips along his erection. "Oh yes Scott, very, very alright" I groaned feeling as sexually excited as I could ever recall. He moved closer to me. Sliding his hands into my Calvin Kleins at either side, he slid them down to my ankles. He got to his knees, and pulled each shoe off my feet and then pulled the CKs off. I loved being naked in front of him. "Mmmmm James, you really are a treasure aren't you?" I didn't know what to say so I muttered. "But then Scott so are you." After he had pulled my underpants from my ankles, he slid his hand back up my leg and lightly over my swollen erection to my belly and then my chest. He stood up, and began kissing me again. He pulled me close to him, pushing his crotch against mine. What a feeling that was as our swollen erections pushed against each other. He stepped back, and gave me a full picture of his nakedness. He was beautiful. His penis was about as long as mine, but much thicker. His balls were heavy and low hanging. He was clean-shaven, all but a patch above his penis. His skin was smooth and without any visible veins. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. "Lie down, baby," he whispered. He called me baby. That actually made me feel good. I felt like he was looking for more than just physical pleasure, he at least respected me enough to refer to me in an endearing way. At the same time he was very much in control, there was no doubt that was leading events and that I was the submissive. This was something new to me, but I loved it. Who Seduced Whom? I lie on my back on the bed loving the look in his eyes as kneeling on the edge of it he ran his gaze up and down my body. "Mmmmmm, lovely, I am going to enjoy making love to you James." He got onto the bed and lay at my side. Tracing his fingertips from my nipples into my pubic hair, over my balls, along my cock and back up to my chest he said very huskily. "Can I make love to you?" He asked. "I want to fuck you James." The words crashed into my brain. By many standards and some moralities this was so wrong. But it was also so right. Wasn't this something I had fantasised about for so long? I replied by leaning over to him and kissing him deeply. I started sucking on his tongue and his lips. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. He responded by rolling his body on top of mine. His chest was against mine and his stomach over my ribs. I could feel his erect penis against my hip; it was wet with pre-come and was sliding around on my skin. Again, Scott began to play with my nipples as we kissed. Then his hand slid down my stomach and to my penis. He gently grasped my cock in his hand and began pumping it. Having his pleasure giving hands wrapped around my erection made me melt into him. I turned to him slightly, and began to run my hand down his back to his ass. I didn't know when I should reach for his erection. But, when I took his ass into my hand, and he pushed his cock into my hip, I took that as my cue. I slid my hand from his ass, down the back of his leg, and then around to the front and up. I reached his balls first. My hand lingered on them for a few moments, grasping and caressing them feeling the testicles moving around inside. I made the decision that I was going to start shaving, but wondered just what I would say to Kelly as to the reason. Scott's shaved balls felt wonderful in my hand. Then I slid my hand up to his cock. He was beautifully, rock hard, smooth, warm and seemed to be throbbing. My heart pounded quite madly as I wrapped my hand around it and began to mimic his actions. I lightly pumped it. Our kissing became more passionate; we really began to get into the moment. Scott broke his mouth from mine, and started to work down my chest, stopping at my nipple for the briefest moment. Then he continued down my belly and continued until he got to the head of my cock. I could feel his hand stop pumping, and his tongue began to circle the head. After a few moments, he took me inside his mouth. Ohhhh, the feeling was fantastic! "Oh my God," I groaned grabbing his head and thrusting my hips toward his face. I was once more so surprised at just how like a woman I was behaving and I loved that. I wanted my entire penis in his mouth; I wanted to fuck his face, but realised that was not my place or position. He quickly took control back. Cupping my balls and holding my cock near the base that was buried in my pubic hairs, he started sucking rubbing, licking and caressing. He was taking me over completely, body and soul and emotionally and physically. I realised that he was giving me the best blowjob I'd ever had. In the meantime, I was leaning forward and sliding my hands up and down his back, from his shoulders to his ass. At one point, he took my hand and guided my fingers to the crack of his ass. I slid my middle finger inside the crack and came to the puckered hole. I pushed a little, and circled it around the opening. When I did this, he sucked, pumped faster and grunted with his mouth still full of my cock. I pulled my finger out of the crease and up to my mouth. I wetted it and went back down. I guess he knew what I was doing, because he opened his legs as if inviting me to approach his arse. I did. I pressed enquiringly and he pushed backwards giving a clear invitation to carry on. I pushed inside just a little bit and received a moan on my penis for my efforts. I could not stop myself whispering. "I want to taste you." With that, Scott raised up off my penis and laid back onto the bed. I lifted myself off the bed and leaned over to kiss him and taste myself in his mouth. I could smell myself on his face. That smell of aftershave, saliva, pre-cum and pure sex. Now it was my turn. I worked my way down his neck to his nipple. I spent a few minutes sucking and licking there before I began going further downwards. I traced a line with my tongue from his right nipple, down his hairless belly until I reached the small patch of pubic hair waiting for me. I ran my tongue through his pubic hair, using my hand to raise his cock straight up, pointing to the ceiling. I spent a few moments looking at his cock. It looked marvellous. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock it was definitely thick. I raised my head, stuck my tongue out and tasted the first penis in my life. I circled the head a few times with my tongue; it really didn't taste like anything at all until I tasted his pre-cum. That tasted just like my own pre-cum and I loved it! But, I chickened out. Scott wanted to fuck me and he came so near, but something stopped me. It was, at this stage of my sexuality experimentation a 'bridge too far.' Instead we masturbated each other until we both spurted over the other's stomach. As he left in the early hours I knew full well that we would meet again and that very likely he would take my virginity. That thought excited me.