1 comments/ 118770 views/ 5 favorites Courtesy Fuck By: Eagle1 Jack had left his front door open for me. Like he'd instructed me, I entered the front door quietly, and found the living room without much trouble. He was sitting on his couch waiting for me, drinking a beer. The open bottle rested in one hand against his thigh. "Hey, Marc," he said, as he stood. "I'm glad you could make it tonight," he added with a smile. He shook my hand with a firm grip. "Do you want a beer?" he asked. "That'd be great," I said, following him as he walked to the kitchen. Jack was not quite as tall as I was, but very good looking in a boyish sort of way. Maybe a few years older than me. His body seemed tight and defined in his t-shirt and jeans, and he moved with an athletic grace. From the time I'd met him three weeks ago, he'd never been quite what I expected. And tonight he was all business. But I suppose that he'd waited a long time for this. He wanted to get to it. He handed me the beer and started in with the same slick amicable banter that was usual to our encounters. Jack was a consummate closer, but he chatted as if oblivious to the reason for my being there. I engaged in his small talk, but after a few minutes I wanted to get to the point. "So," I asked finally, "Are we still doing this?" "I hope so," he said with certainty. "What do you want me to do?" I queried. "My wife is upstairs. We can change in the guestroom. Once we go inside my bedroom, you can't make a sound, because she has a blindfold on." I nodded my understanding and downed the rest of my bottle of beer in one chug. "Let's rock and roll," I said to him, grinning. He smiled back at me and indicated that I should follow him upstairs. Inside the guest bedroom, Jack wasted no time in taking off his shoes and socks. I slipped my shoes and socks off as well and watched him as he turned to me and silently peeled off his t-shirt. Once bare-chested, he slid his jeans down over his hips till they rested around his ankles. Underneath he was wearing a pair of white athletic briefs. Then he stepped out of the jeans. We had confided in each other about our sexual feelings for other men on the occasions that we'd met in the bar. Or at least he'd confided in me and I hadn't given him any reason to think I thought any differently. He'd told me that he'd wanted to try sex with a man, but he had never before talked about it with another guy. I'd had sex with a man, so I guessed it all added up somehow. I unashamedly looked over his body with admiration. As a general rule I just didn't find other men attractive, but it was a part of what had drawn me to him. He had an inner vulnerability that he masked normally, underneath his handsome stockbroker power player exterior. Like a man who does it all to compensate for low self-esteem. His nearly naked body was athletic. The toned musculature of a man that had been a high school jock and who had worked hard to keep himself in shape through his twenties and now in his thirties. Not unlike me. He watched me watching him, and a blush crept up his cheeks. The attention I was paying to him made his dick grow harder in his briefs. His cock was now clearly silhouetted against the white fabric: it was short and wide. I admired him in silence, Jack just standing there, arms folded nervously across his chest. No longer the closer. No longer so confident. I grinned at him and decided to give him a show of my own. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then pulling it off so that Jack had a nice view of my full arms and chest, chiseled and buffed from my time in the service and years of hard work in the gym. His eyes roved over my thick biceps and powerful shoulders. And his grin told me he liked what he saw. I shamelessly exposed the rest of my flesh to his eyes as I also peeled off the very tight, white tank top I was wearing as an undershirt. That was when he got a glimpse of my chiseled six-pack. His smile grew even wider as I slowly undid my belt, allowing my jeans to slip down to the floor. Unlike Jack, I was wearing a pair of my usual silken boxers, so my limp dick was not yet visible. All he could see was the as yet undefined, but growing, bulge of my package. Jack was a man's man in most respects, but I was broader, thicker, slightly taller and more heavily muscled. Stepping out of the jeans now lying in a heap around my feet, I walked over to him and seized by a sudden urge, took his head in my strong hands and bent my mouth to his. His response was slightly one of shock, but then his mouth opened to mine and he kissed me back passionately. His arms encircled my torso, holding me tightly to him. I could feel his dick near mine. The heat from our thighs radiating powerfully outward. When with our kiss complete, I pulled away from him. "I want to fuck your wife now," I murmured, my mouth still close to his. "Okay," he said, like a schoolgirl with a crush. He started to walk into the other room. "Wait a minute," I said not letting him get very far. He stood there looking at me with confusion. I turned him around to face me, and knelt down in front of him. With my two hands I pulled down his tighty whities. His cock fell out before my eyes. Growing to full harness there before me. It wasn't very often that I found myself in the position of a bitch on her knees, so it made me appreciate all over again how the women I fucked must feel. I gave his cock an experimental tug, and it jerked in my hand. He groaned as I held him in my grip. The possibilities ran through my mind, but I let go of him and stood up. "All right," I told him, "We can go now." "What about you?" he asked, and I knew clearly what he meant. "Not until I see your wife's bare naked pussy, dude," I said. He looked at me calmly and then made up his mind. "Remember," he said one last time, "Don't make any noise." I nodded to him and followed closely behind him as we walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife every night in the world. The thick carpeting and the newness of Jack's home masked our careful footsteps. Jack's wife, Debbie, lay face up and spread-eagled on the bed. Her arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. A scarf was wrapped tightly around her eyes, masking us from sight. We stood at the end of the bed and admired the view. Jack was a lucky man, and I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a nod and a smile to indicate that I thought so. Debbie was blonde. And not one of those bottle blondes either. Her pussy was shaved, and probably as a result of her excitement in being treated in this fashion, her cunt was moist in anticipation. A couple drops of juice had already escaped its tight looking crack to run down the length of her ass. Was it odd that Jack wanted me to do this? I guess it depended on his motives, which I hadn't really asked about. I'd lost my virginity sharing girls with guys and I had been doing it ever since. But I'd never fucked another man's wife like this before. Not without her knowledge or consent. This woman had a body worthy of a Playboy centerfold. Her massive, firm breasts hung off her chest. And her thighs curved like poetry. My gaze was drawn though to her perfect, pink pussy lips, so worthy of a long hard jack off session. And in need of a good, hard fucking. I sprang a rod just staring at those engorged pink lips. For my part, not having her consent didn't bother me at all. I told Jack at the bar where we'd met that she'd know I wasn't him. She'd be a fool not to. But Jack didn't care, by that time he said it would be too late. Jack carefully sat down in a chair next to the bed. He indicated to me that she was ready and waiting. I don't know what had passed between them earlier, but obviously she was expecting to be taken by him at some point that night. So I nodded my understanding and slowly, for Jack's benefit, pushed my boxers down over my hips until they hit the floor, and I stepped out of them. That was the first time ever that Jack had gotten an eyeful of my cock, and I was sporting a diamond hard boner by that point. Full and powerful, and it is undoubtedly my biggest asset. I put my two big fists over it, one on top of the other so that Jack could see for himself, from the mushroom tip poking proudly out the top of my two fists, that my full length just shy of ten inches. And the monster boner that my fingers encircled was far thicker than Jack's own solid cock. Jack started to jerk himself off watching me. The sight of him sitting there casually pulling on his cock was very erotic, but I turned my full attention back to his wife. My index finger moved around the outside of her pussy lips, tracing them until they found her clit. When I first touched her, she'd gasped and arched her back at the sudden, new sensation. "Jack is that you?" she asked, trying to reassure herself. Perhaps she was having second thoughts? "Yes, honey," he said from the chair. She relaxed instantly. As she did, I let my finger slip inside her pussy. She moaned with the intrusion. I let my fingers do the walking for a while, putting my years of experience to practice on her clit. Her breathing became more ragged and soon I could hear her moans of pleasure that told me that she was having a very good time indeed. I climbed onto the bed next to her, pulling my hand from her cunt, which caused her to groan audibly. I bent down to kiss her neck and rubbed her hardened nipples. Slowly sucking on them and nibbling them ever so slightly. My lips trailed down Debbie's chest to her cleavage, and I took his soft breast in my hand and kiss it. Slowly, worshipfully, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and gently sucked it. I could hear her sigh above me. Her beautiful tits were shaking with every breath she took. I positioned myself over her then. The shaft of my naked cock brushed against her, and I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as I ground carefully against her once or twice. My lips found hers and she was quick to send her tongue in my mouth passionately. I broke the kiss and began kissing down her neck to her chest. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, my hand gently squeezing her breast. Her pussy called to me, beckoning me closer, and I began kissing down the front of her. I sucked on the skin of her tight stomach, below her navel, kissing all over her skin down there. The strong scent from her pussy was strong as my lips approached that delicate area. I let my lips gently brush around the folds of skin, around where he bush would have been if she hadn't shaved it. Then I pressed my lips against her pussy, kissing her there at first gently and then with more effort. "Ahhhhhhhh," Debbie gasped, bucking into me. I kissed her pussy again, and again she bucked, but not as violently this time. That time she had been prepared for the sudden pleasure that it had given her. My tongue tasted her juices a little as the leaked out of that most space. I kissed the lips of Debbie's beautiful cunt again. And then I put my mouth on her pussy, and this time I sucked her lips into my mouth, managing to keep them there even though she bucked wildly once more. I sucked, tasting her delicious juices, and I ran my tongue up and down those lips. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned again, loudly. I released her pussy lips, watching the erotic visual of them slowly withdrawing towards her body. I knelt between her legs, my eyes locked down on her pussy. Debbie's swollen lips were pressed tightly together, quivering with both arousal and nervousness. I could smell her pussy again, and it was intoxicating. I kissed the very top of her thigh, before quickly kissing her slit. I slid my hands underneath that sexy ass of hers, grabbing onto her soft cheeks. Burying my face between her thighs, I slid my tongue as far into her tunnel as I could. She moaned, and tried to buck my off, but my hands gripped her ass firmly. All the same, this beautiful woman writhed her crotch violently into my face. After minutes of teasing her to edge of cumming, and pulling back, I pulled my tongue out of her twat, bringing her nectar into my mouth. I paused for a moment, letting her collect herself. I wanted to enjoy this nice fuck session! I bent down again, and slowly licked from the bottom of Debbie's sensitive slit, up to the top, nudging her clit. Then I went to work, eating her, my tongue moving at an awesome pace for I don't know how long. Soon she grunted loudly, her orgasm exploding inside her. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out over and over again as she writhed there, my tongue lodged into her crotch, my face buried right in that pussy. My tongue licked her in long slow circles, lapping up the residual juices that had spilled out during her orgasm. Her damp pussy was now a flood of cum of her own devising. The aroma wafted around my nose. I came up every once in a while for air, lapping up her juices. "Christ, Jack!" she called out, "I need you to fuck me!" I was very turned on by this. I didn't know if she knew I was her husband or not. I didn't care, as I was now in the throes of an irresistible impulse. I turned my head to see Jack watching us, riveted to his seat. His eager eyes did nothing to slow me down. Meanwhile Debbie lay before me, still panting, her legs spread, and I crawled on my hands and knees back up the bed towards her. The bed frame creaked ever slightly under our combined weight, and when I positioned myself on my arms, but she could feel me above her. My weight settled down on top of her, brining my cock close to her cunt. I bent to kiss her cheek, and then her rosy red lips. I glanced at Jack, he looked tense, but his hand never left its grip around his dick. Back to her lips, my tongue parted them, and darted inside. I kissed her long and hard, sucking her lips and tongue into my own mouth. My dick was very hard and pointed very proudly and very straight underneath me. I was daring her to say I wasn't Jack, but if she realized it wasn't her husband who was on top of her now, she made no comment. With my height and build, my cock was below her tender spot. I had to break away from her lips and move up the bed a little further to bring her treasure into line with my spear. That's when she felt my cock pressed against her pussy lips. The tip of my dick was all wet and with one hand holding up my weight, my other hand rubbed my cock against her lips, seeking her entrance. I ran the mushroom head down the sopping wet lips of her pussy, stopping when I reached the spot where the heat was at its most intense. I pushed forward. The fat head of my dick squeezed in between the wet lips of Debbie's pussy. Once my head had parted that sweet flesh, my tip lodged in her slit, I pushed in bit by bit. Slowly, I filled her pussy with my steel rod. Her flesh stretched around me and I moved forward. "God, Jack!" she said, wincing, but I couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or surprise. I squeezed more my cock inside her. I forced two inches of my manhood into her pussy before her tightness would allow no more. I pulled back a bit, withdrawing my dick from the pink lips of her cunt. It found the entrance again on its own volition, and easily slipped back inside. She gasped, with a combination of nervousness and desire. Her tight pussy was gripping my boner incredibly tight, but I managed to force another inch of myself inside her. "Fuck!" she moaned loudly. After a few inches had passed inside, I began to pump her pussy. I was fucking her with just the top half of my cock, loving how hot and tight her pussy was on. She was such a delicate woman, and her pussy had the tightness to match! I thrust inside her a little deeper, and she moaned. I thrust deeper still, and she moaned again. Soon my entire cock was in her pussy, finally getting it in her as far as I could penetrate. "Oh, God!" she moaned, sighing. I groaned with pleasure as well, closing my eyes and pressing my thighs tightly against hers. My hard, throbbing dick was all the way inside Debbie's tight, welcoming vagina. The two of us were gasping for breath, and we'd only barely started! I looked down at her. The expression on her face told me that she relished this feeling of having her pussy filled. She smiled, and I kissed her thick, full lips roughly. I kissed her again and she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue entry. I kissed her hard, still holding my cock all the way inside her as my tongue explored her mouth. Debbie began to rub her crotch against me. I was in heaven plunging my thick member into her needy depths over and over again, and she felt almost like a virgin! She humped her hips upward, meeting each and every one of my thrusts. I was fucking her a little faster, and the two of us were forced to break our passionate kiss. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned quietly, and repeatedly, being drilled by my rampant hard-on. I held myself up a little so I could watch her ample breasts bounce hypnotically up and down with each of my thrusts. My gaze slid further down her body, over her sexy stomach to where my pole was disappearing and appearing over and over into that sweet hole. I was losing it already. And I knew I had to slow things down. So I pulled my dick out of her horny twat. Debbie gasped in surprise. But I didn't let that distract me. I quickly knelt on the end of the bed, face between her legs, sliding my hands underneath her ass. I raised her pussy up to my mouth, and I slid my tongue into her hot, steamy tunnel. She moaned loudly. I loved her taste! And I could eat that pussy all night! I twirled my tongue around the inside of her cunt, and she raised her ass out of my hands, moaning. I slipped my tongue out of her twat and sucked the thick lips of her wonderful cunt into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the silky skin, and she shuddered. She was shaking. Her muscles started to tense. I released the lips of her pussy but suddenly clamped my mouth over her clit. She cried out, hollering, as an orgasm exploded inside her. Debbie was a shaking, quivering mess as she came, rubbing her crotch up and down my face. Glancing at the clock by the bedside I could see that the entire experience had taken under two minutes. I could not believe how fast this woman came when I went down on her! I crawled back up, hovering over her, as I aimed my dick at the entrance to her treasure and thrust forward. This time my cock easily pierced her tight pussy, sliding all the way into her wetness in one hard stroke. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she wailed loudly. I began to fuck Debbie hard, plunging his manhood deep inside her cunt over and over. "Oh, yes! Fuck that pussy!" she moaned as I pistoned in and out of her tiny twat. Debbie's tits were bouncing up and down, and I had a clear image of her gorgeous pussy accepting my rod over and over. Each time I withdrew, the pink lips of her vagina were pulled outward, only to be forced back when I rammed my cock back inside her. I was fucking her as hard as I possibly could. I glanced at Jack who was watching us intently. I knew what it must look like, such a big man pounding into such a small woman, seemingly without mercy. And Debbie's cries were still very high in pitch, coming short and fast. She loved getting fucked this hard! And she was helpless, lost in both her feelings, and desires. Then my strokes became long and hard. I felt the cum start to rise in my balls, so I changed pace and continued to pound her, getting even deeper than she'd probably ever had before. Her cunt was absolutely soaking, greasy juices running down my balls to pool on the bed. She continued begging me to fuck her. And so I did for time out of mind. Using my giant cock in her sensitive pussy like a piston. My sweat dripped off of my body and onto hers, the sounds of my balls smacking her ass were audible in the stillness of the room, mixed with our grunting and moaning. Courtesy Fuck: Jack's Turn After the other night with his wife I wasn't sure whether I expected Jack to show up at the bar or not. But there he was, just like he was every Thursday after the closing bell on Wall Street. And there I was too. Sitting at the bar, in my usual spot, nursing my drink and saving him a seat next to me. He sat down just as he always did. "Marc," he asked with mock bravado patting me on the back, "How's it going man?" "Fine," I said, grinning, "Now that you're here I have someone to talk to." He looked at me and smiled back, and then turned to order a beer. Once the bartender had set a bottle down on the counter, Jack turned back to me again. He had that stupid grin, the one that I found so attractive. I stared at his face carefully. He took a swig of his newly arrived beer. Here we were, just a couple of guys. "How's Debbie?" I asked casually. "Still recovering," he replied, his smile disappearing. His face took on a very serious countenance as he began to stumble over his words, trying to get his feelings out. "Man, I appreciate what you did," he said, struggling to get out the words, "...it was...I...I really enjoyed it." I went back to my Scotch for a minute. Took a sip of the liquid, and let it evaporate on my tongue, filling my throat with its warmth. "Jack," I started, "Getting to fuck your wife was a reward in itself. She's a fine looking woman. More than fine actually. She's quality. Any able man would have been honored for the opportunity to fuck her." "You think I don't know that?" he said, for the first time with a hint of tension in his voice. "No offense intended, man," I told him, not wanting to upset him. "I know that," he muttered. "So what is it then, Jack?" I asked him, "What's the matter? Every Thursday you come here, sit next to me and shoot the shit. Then out of the blue one day you ask me to fuck your wife. And before you say anything Jack, I've fucked other men's wives before. I've watched them fuck their wives and they've watched me do it. A lot of the times we do it together. It's fucking hot man. But there's something different about you Jack." There was a very pregnant pause as he composed himself. "Why did you kiss me that night, Marc?" he asked, in that vulnerable tone he'd used the other evening. "You looked like you needed it I guess." He turned his attention back to his beer to think. "I did need it," he said finally, not caring who overheard him, "I do need it. Would you do it again?" "Jack," I said suddenly, not sure why, "I'm not queer." "Neither am I," he replied, "Or at least I'd don't think so. But don't give me a load of crap. Straight men don't kiss other men like that. Fuck, straight men don't kiss other men period." I looked at him carefully. "Plus," he added, "Straight guys don't look at me the way you look at me." I raised my eyebrow slightly, inquisitively, encouraging him to go on. "I like it Marc. It makes me feel...different. Good." I looked deep into his eyes and I said, "Jack, I want to fuck you too." There it was said, done. The whole business was out in the open now. "But I thought you weren't queer?" he said, with a bit of a grin now. "I'm not queer," I said, breaking eye contact with him for a minute, "I'm not some closeted homosexual. But that doesn't mean I don't find you attractive." "So you're bi then?" he asked, in a tone that I assumed was meant to be rhetorical. I answered the question anyway, in my own vague fashion, "It happens, but very rarely. I haven't felt like this in a long time." We both paused to think about that, taking a sip of our drinks. "So..." I said finally. "So..." came his response. It seemed obvious he didn't know how to make the first move. I didn't either really. "So," I started in again, pressing my point, "What do you want to do about it?" "Debbie has a class on Thursday nights," he said, "That's why I started coming here." I paused again to wet my mouth with another drink from my glass. "Let's go to my place then," I said. I didn't wait for an answer. I got up and left him sitting there. Behind me I could hear Jack get up and follow. I didn't look back, but I sensed that he was in step behind me as he followed me through the bar and out to my car like a trained dog. He opened the car door and took his place in the leather seat of the passenger side, glancing at me once or twice on the drive home, but saying nothing. We arrived at my place, as I parked the car and we headed upstairs to the sanctuary of my apartment. Our silence continued as we walked up the steps to my door, the only sound in the stillness of the hallway was my keys as I turned them in the lock. The door opened and I strode into my bachelor pad. My place did not have a feminine touch, but my interior designer had managed to capture a sort of simple, luxurious elegance that was much to my satisfaction. "Just throw your stuff anywhere man," I said nonchalantly. He'd come in after me and shut the door behind him. In taking my own advice I took off my suit jacket and pulled off my silk tie. Jack was similarly clad, having just come off work at the brokerage firm not too long before making his appearance at the bar. "Do you want a drink, Jack?" I asked him. "I think I'd better," he told me. "Whiskey? Vodka? Beer?" I asked him, indicating my liquor cabinet, "What's your pleasure, I'm fully stocked." "Uh, beer's fine," he said. "Beer's in the fridge behind you," I said, "Help yourself." He turned around to the kitchen area where I'd indicated and took a beer out of the fridge. My apartment was a loft like space and the dining room, living room and kitchen where really all one big open area with very little to differentiate them. I poured myself a Scotch, and I realized watching Jack taking in his surrounding that I was really packing at that point. I gazed at him standing there, beer in hand. I thought to myself that there were moments, they were rare, but there were moments, when I would have liked to be swept off my feet. Like a VCR on fast forward the countless number of times in my life that I'd instigated sex, too numerous to mention, ran before my eyes. I breathed a sigh. Thinking of all that work, all that follow through, every time controlling the fucking. For that moment, that one moment, I thought it might be nice for someone to take me in their arms. For that someone to do to me what I usually did to others. Someone who'd just take me any way they wanted. I would have liked it to be Jack. But it was not to be. The moment passed. Jack stood there so shyly, waiting for me. So I didn't disappoint him. I walked over to him and set my drink down, took his head in my hands like I'd done the other night and kissed him soundly on the lips. I kissed him and then I was going to fuck him. We groped like school kids trying to pull off our clothes. I ran my hands over his chest, his back. He in turn felt my six-pack, my ass, held my powerful biceps in his hands, bracing himself from my relentless tongue-lashing. Then we both lost our minds for a little while. As Jack's passion built, so did his courage. As I made love to him there in the middle of my living room on my couch, he began to make love back to me. He began to strive for dominance, enjoying this moment. I had no idea what I was doing, but I hoped and prayed that no woman would decide this was the night to pay her old fuck buddy Marc a visit. After a few minutes, when the initial heat of our passion subsided, it was time to get down to more serious business. We were both naked at that point, every last stitch of clothing scattered around the room. With my hands I pushed Jack down onto the floor in front of me as I lay back on the leather sofa. I beckoned him closer and he knelt before me. His eyes glued to the sight of my cock. He'd seen it before the other night as he'd watched me fuck his wife. He knew how long and thick I was. Jack took his hands and placed them on my crotch. Then, gingerly at first, he took my hardened rod into his hand and squeezed me. I groaned in pleasure, and he continued several experimental tugs and pulls, getting a feel for my smooth meat. His fingers played with my tool for a while, but then he began to trace his fingers along the curve of my balls as they hung low against my ass. Gently he rubbed each of them. "Suck me off Jack," I whispered to him, "Take it in your mouth." Holding my proud boner steady, he opened his mouth and began to feed on what I offered. He was salivating. His mouth and tongue wet against me. Then he began sucking lightly on my flesh, enjoying my taste and the smell of my musky scent. He took in as much of me as he could, but soon his mouth was crammed full after just the first few fat inches. He sucked and licked my cock, making loud slurping sounds as he worked on it. I felt my firm cock grow into steel like hardness and rigidity inside his moist orifice. His jaws were forced wider and wider to accommodate my head pushed upwards, swelling to immense proportions. Jack pulled his mouth off of my gigantic rod and gazed at it with awe and wonder. He was eager to work and he traced his tongue up and down my thick shaft. I was clearly amazed at how turned on he was blowing another guy. I was being sucked like a popsicle on a hot summer day. "Oh, that's right Jack," I said to him, "You've waited a long time for this. That's it, you've got it. Suck that big cock, Jack. Suck me good and hard." He groaned around my cock. Then I groaned in ecstasy, grunting as he sucked me. Jack groaning and grunting in turn, reaching down with one hand to stroke his own tool. "Let me fuck you now Jack," I told to him plaintively. Jack got up and sat on the couch. I pulled him up so that his ass was exposed to me. He had an athletic backside, tight and round. I slapped it once or twice before I reached in and used my tongue to probe his hole, to rim around him. He squirmed in delight experiencing a sensation he'd never felt before. His asshole spasmed around my tongue. Jack rested his head in his hands and waited with curiosity for the sodomy to begin. I spread his muscular cheeks. His ass was so tight looking, the muscles clenched together. I really wanted him then. My dick is so big that I often need KY even with women. I happened to have some and soon I was slick enough that I was ready. I then pressed the head of my cock against his hole. He was resisting me involuntarily and my dick just couldn't fit at first. After a few moments of insistent pushing I told him, "Jack I can't get it in. It's too tight. You need to relax your muscles." Jack looked like he was trying to relax, but that was no easy task. He bit his lip in pain as my fat tip slowly stretched his anus like the tip of a baseball bat was going up his ass. The rim of his ass muscle clamped down around my mushroom tip. I worried that maybe I was ripping him apart. But neither of us would be happy until he was fully impaled upon my enormous rod. His legs were braced again the couch with me stuffing a few more thick inches between them, up his ass. "How does it feel Jack," I asked him, one-third of the way inside. He looked into my eyes, sweaty, "It hurts so much, but I can take it. Please keep going Marc. But go slow." His walls slowly began to expand around my anal probing. My enormous pole insinuating itself deeper and deeper into his bowels. I think an odd sense of pleasure was beginning in him. After a slow eternity, I felt my massive, hairy balls rest obscenely against his flesh. The blunt head of my cock buried inside his warm moist hole. He moaned softly from the filthy pleasure of it all. My cock was buried within him for a long time. But then I slowly began to pull out, leaving a void behind me. Then just when he was feeling the sense of emptiness from my absence I thrust the head of my mighty cock forward again. He moaned and I grunted, relishing in the feeling of filling him again and again. Aside from the obvious, it really wasn't any different that fucking a woman in the ass. It became easier the longer I fucked him. My cock, now slick with my pre-cum and my saliva, slid smoothly in and out of his smooth ass, which was still expanding almost to the point of breaking. But I was so turned on from this kinky situation that I looked forward to each delicious stroke. He was soon bucking back at me I thrust into him, skewering his tight asshole on my massive pole. "That's how it feels to have a man inside you," I told him. "Ohhhhh!" he grunted, trailing on, "Oh, fuck ... fuck me Marc." My balls really began to slap against his ass as I plowed into him. Jack began to writhe in pleasure as his asshole tingled, spasming around my cock. Encouraged by his wild gyrations, I began to increase the tempo of my thrusts. I rammed my steely log up his bowels, causing him to squirm and moan in tormented delight. "Fuck me, Marc! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he called out. I was cock-crazed. Lost up in the sex. Through half closed eyelids I saw him start to play with himself. He groaned with unexpected pleasure when he felt my hand wrap my fingers around his throbbing boner. I pumped his raging member once, and he shot off immediately. Then I felt myself swell even larger and as the flood was released from my balls, I knew I was about to cum. "Oh, Christ, Jack! I'm going to cum!" I panted and grunted and I thrust my engorged dick inside him. Convulsing as I felt the cum explode from me inside of him. He groaned as he felt it. His ass squeezed every drop of my semen from my massive balls until finally my cock had been completely milked. Finally my softening meat grew smaller, and more or less fell, sloshing out of his ravaged asshole. No longer plugged up with my huge instrument in his ass, it began to resume its normal shape. Rivulets of hot cum oozed out of his asshole as I sat down on the floor. Jack lay back. His look was a cross between pain and ecstasy, his eyes glazed over. We lay there for a bit, just grinning at each other. "Your turn Jack," I finally said gently, smiling at him. I got on my knees and looked at his cock. I brought my lips down around it and took him inside my mouth. He gave out a long sigh of pleasure. This was not something I did very often, something I had in fact really done only on a handful of occasions. And I'm pretty sure, judged against the blowjobs I received from women, I was not very good at it. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, and then licked all around the shaft, holding his swollen rod at its base. When I had gotten a good taste of him, I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. His salty pre-cum tasted interesting, and I realized I'd forgotten what it tasted like. So different from the sweet taste of pussy. Whereas I wasn't sure I liked the taste, I found that I did like sucking Jack off. The fact that it was him in particular. His thick rod went down my throat, and I took a great deal of it in before I felt my gag reflex begin at the back of my throat. Pretty good for someone with little experience at this. Remembering what the girls did to me, I quickly established a bobbing and sucking rhythm as I massaged his balls and the part of his shaft I didn't have pumping into my mouth, getting all of his cock well coated with my saliva. After several minutes of this, I pulled my head off of his cock and lay down on my back on the floor. There I lay, cock in hand, and spread my legs a little so that Jack could have a nice view of my ass. I have a pretty muscled ass, firm, toned and powerful from all those hours squatting in the gym. Jack eyed it with pleasure. I figured this was the part he was really looking forward too. Jack got off and crawled slowly between my legs, opening them up even further. He grabbed the base of my cock and fed it into his mouth in one smooth motion. He was not a half bad cocksucker himself, and it was exciting this feeling. He seemed to take to it more naturally than me, cause he was really able to take the first five of my nearly ten inches all the way. Then he pulled back until just my head was in his mouth. He did this several times, before I pulled him away lest I cum again too soon. Breathlessly, I told him to swing around so we could get into a sixty-nine. He didn't need any coaxing, but swiveled his legs around, straddled my head and lowered his hips so that his cock was even with my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his dick, brought it to my lips and sucked it into my mouth. In this position, I could get a little more of his cock into my throat and Jack rolled his hips to thrust as much of his hot cock into my mouth as I could take. At the same time, he bent his head and resumed sucking my cock, and for several long, unbelievable minutes all you could hear was the slurping sound of hard cocks going into hot, open mouths. Our hands gripped each other's asses as we gave ourselves over to pleasuring each other. I nearly came again when Jack pulled my ass cheeks open and began to finger my asshole. I couldn't believe how hot I was for this guy, now that I'd taken the plunge. I could tell from the way he was thrusting his hips that he was getting close to the edge, and I knew how close I was again. Jack pulled himself off of me. "Can I fuck you Marc?" he begged, panting. I nodded my consent, and smiled at him. Jack took some KY in his hand and rubbed it all over his dick to mix with his pre-cum and my saliva. I knelt over the sofa, with my ass in the air, prepared to give him his turn. Jack probed my ass with his fingers. I began to stroke my dick very lightly. He didn't wait long, I felt the head of his cock squeeze past my ass muscle, and I felt his hot, cock throbbing as it sank into my rectum. I gasped in pain at the intense feeling of having my ass violated with a live hard cock for the first time in a long time. I squeezed my eyes shut and clamped my jaw together to keep from crying out like a girl. Jack's dick was hot and he filled me up righteously and fucked me steadily, with almost grim determination. After a few moments, I began to adjust to having this large thing inside me. I was steadily stroking my own cock in time with the rhythm of Jack's cock in my ass. Jack used his hands working my ass cheeks as he gripped my hips for better leverage. I love to have my ass stroked during sex. I could feel the motion of his cock as he began to pump harder and faster back and forth in my ass, and I was keeping right up with him as I stroked my own cock. Then the pain lessened to a mild ache and it began to feel good. Pleasure through pain. I lifted my head up and groaned at the wondrous feelings his hard, hot dick was giving me. And this all too soon brought me to another orgasm. My balls churned and I loosened my load all over my leather sofa. Oh, well, at least it would be easier to clean than the carpet. Jack gave a choking grunt, he pushed recklessly deeper into my ass than he'd done before. I felt the sensation of his cock swelling, and then bursting in a series of shots deep into my ass. He emptied himself completely as I bucked back against him to get every drop. For long minutes his cock spasmed and twitched as he shot oozing droplets of cum deep into my ass. Finally, Jack wrapped his arms around my chest and slumped onto my sweaty back, his cock still embedded in my ass. I just knelt there in position, my head lolling against the back of the sofa as I soaked up the afterglow of one of the most surprising sexual experiences of my recent life. After several minutes, his cock quit twitching in my ass and he pulled it out, followed immediately by a stream of cum that dribbled out my gaping asshole and down the back of my thighs. This sensation was strangely erotic in that I felt my cock begin to revive somewhat. Courtesy Fuck: Jack's Turn We sat back on the floor, with our backs against the sofa, with our arms around each other and a hand on each other's now limp dicks. We talked about our lives, like we were back in the bar or something. After a while he kissed my lips, and we began to make out again. As we made out, we slid to the floor until we were lying horizontal, our bodies slick and rubbing against each other and our hands covering as much of each other's naked flesh as we could reach. Our dicks were reinvigorated from the slow stroking we'd been doing almost non-stop since we'd finished our last session. No words were necessary; we both knew what we wanted, and I snaked my left hand between Jack's legs and ran my middle finger along the crack of his ass and up to his asshole. "Fuck me again," he whispered to me, "It's been so long since I've felt this good." This time I worked my fingers in and out of Jack's ass, opening him up and preparing him for my fat cock. Jack's hand worked my cock steadily, getting it up to full size. I was finger fucking Jack's ass with my left hand and stroking his swollen cock with my right. I looked up at Jack's face and saw his eyes were closed with a blissful expression on his face, and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to please this man. Climbing on my knees in front of him, I whispered, "Get on your knees Jack." I pressed the head of my dick to his asshole and slowly pushed it past his sphincter again. Jack groaned in utter satisfaction as I slowly entered his ass. Inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into his clenching intestines until I found myself completely embedded in his unbelievably hot ass. I gave a long, low moan as I felt his muscles grip my cock in their wet embrace. I began to pump my cock slowly, which was the only way I could fuck him and not explode right from the start. Even though I had already cum twice, the heat of our coupling was so intense that if I had tried to fuck any faster, it would have been the end. His now experienced ass opened right up for me and accepted my hard meat with practically no resistance. After the initial rush faded away, however, I began to regain some control and soon I was fucking Jack's hot ass steadily, though still slowly. I wrapped my hands around his thighs to increase my leverage, and I was thrilled at the wet slapping of my cock pumping back and forth in his ass. I looked down to find that Jack had grabbed his cock and was jacking it in rhythm to my fucking motion, like I'd done with myself earlier. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the room as we fucked with increasing intensity. I was straining to hold back the flood of cum that was reaching the boiling point in my balls while my thrusts became longer and harder in Jack's ass. Jack's hands were pulling harder on his cock. "C'mon, man," he growled at me with pleasure, "Don't be a pussy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I was surprised at this aggressive change in demeanor. Jack cried as his cock began to swell even larger in his hands. I did as he requested and began to pound my cock in Jack's ass as he rolled his hips in a circular motion designed to get every bit of my dick as deep as possible in his trembling ass. Suddenly, Jack threw his head back as he came. His rod exploding like a cannon over my carpet. I was just seconds behind him, as I pumped deeper than ever in his ass and felt my cock balloon inside. With an incoherent roar, I spewed as much cum as I had left in me, deep into his ass. I pulled out and we writhed on the floor in mutual ecstasy, completely sweaty, and utterly sedated. Lying there I looked deeply into Jack's eyes and he looked back at me in what could only be described as a look of deep contentment. After a long time lying like that, we finally looked at the clock and reluctantly disengaged ourselves from each other. "Debbie will be home soon," he said, "I'd better go." We took a quick shower together, but we were both too drained for any more sex. It was enough to merely be in each other's presence. Then I called him a cab to take him back to the bar to get his car. He turned to me as he was about to leave. "Marc," he said, "About tonight...." "It's okay Jack," I said, "This was good, but it's not me. Ya know? I love pussy too much man." He looked at me for the longest time, and then he nodded once in understanding, smiled serenely at me and left. Instinct told me that I was something Jack had needed badly. And, in truth, maybe I'd needed a little something from him too. But I was a short-term solution to his long-term problems. Jack needed to deal with his sexuality in his own way. Tonight I remembered making peace with my own bisexuality. The first time I'd discovered I had these feelings inside I'd doubted myself. Doubted my manhood. Maybe Jack had been feeling the same way? But in the last many years I've learned with experience that sex is okay. It was all okay. What matters is that one person can give another a moment of pleasure and in that moment of pleasure find peace. No one is useless in the world who lightens the burdens of it for another. * * * Copyright © 2003, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached. Courtesy Fuck I glanced at the clock, amazed even by my own standards at how impressive my stamina was tonight. My dick had been stroking that pussy in every which way for a very long time indeed. And if it wasn't for the fact that she was generated so much juice, cumming several times, I would have worried that she would have been rubbed dry. But when I pulled out of her, she would always beg me not to stop. At one point though I knew I could cum. I pulled away and I moved up the bed to kneel over her chest. My cock proudly out in front of me. And with my hands I pushed those gorgeous, sweaty tits up and titty fucked her. Letting the sweat and juice of her cunt lubricate me. She was amazing. But I could not resist the allure of her pussy. I pulled away from her tits, instead of cumming on them, and I moved back down to bury my shaft deeply in her cunt again. This time with a slower, steadier pace. With the rate I was stretching out her pussy, it was going to be loose for a month. That cunt felt so wonderful. She was nice and tight, and she was giving me a great deal of pleasure. Her answering moans encouraged me to continue and gain speed ever so slightly as I went along. It took about ten good deep strokes of my cock until I felt the walls of her pussy undulate. She screamed out in delight, and then she came around me. And she came and came. I know how a woman needs some variety, so I pulled out to let her have a break. But, it wasn't to be a long break. I bent back down to her clit, using my tongue to lap up some of that recent flood of her juices. I felt her start to writhe again almost instantly. She must have been very sensitive. I knew I didn't want to hold back any longer, even if I could, and I wanted to cum in her pussy. Jack had said nothing about it. But when I told him I wanted to fuck her without a condom, he said it didn't matter since she was on birth control. I entered into her one last time, and soon I could feel my balls heating up again. This time I knew I couldn't stop it even if I had wanted to. I slid my dick in and out of Debbie's pussy rapidly a few more times, and groaned. Grunting I felt myself start to unload round after round of hot cum, dick twitching, filling up her waiting pussy. I thrust until the last of it was out, and then I was momentarily spent, stroking in and out a few more times in the process. I looked over at Jack. His hand was sticky with his own cum, so it was obvious he'd gotten off at some point watching this. But a new boner was lodged in his fist as he watched us. Slowly, I got up off of his wife and stepped back. Debbie let out a contented sigh and said, "Thank you Jack. That was incredible!" Slowly, Jack got up and went to his wife. My cum was presently leaking out of her pussy. He stood for a second watching her, and she lay back on the bed, still tied up. Luxuriating in the post coital feeling. Then, making up his mind, he crawled up on top of her, taking my place in her empty hole. I watched as he then slipped inside the pussy I had just fucked, not bothered at all by the cum I'd left as a lubricant. He thrust inside and with long low strokes, making his wife start to moan all over again. He was thick so it was possible she might not realize that I was thicker than him, and longer too. I jerked myself off watching him, quickly cumming all over Jack's bedroom carpet. But Jack was still busy within his wife, and I supposed it was time to go then. Before I did something to spoil the evening. Once back in the guestroom I slipped my clothes back on. On my way back downstairs, I could still hear their fucking in the bedroom. So I left them to it, closing the front door behind me as quietly as I had when I'd arrived earlier. * * * Copyright © 2003, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.