9 comments/ 74705 views/ 11 favorites How It Began Ch. 01 By: oldfogey How it began: This is the fictional story of a man and wife who recognized that monogamy wasn't a role they wanted as much as they thought. It closely parallels my own experiences and is offered as just an example of how three people can find even more happiness by expanding their sex life. Rose is the model wife. What's even more impressive about her is that she has the same love of sex that most men do. Before we married, we spent many hours discussing our relative experience level. I learned she had been as active as I had and had enjoyed herself equally. If you were to see her, you could understand why. Rose stands just a little over five feet three inches and weighs about 120 pounds. Her hair is a light brown with red highlights and hangs to her shoulders. She has a cute, pixie like face that brightens the world around her when she smiles. With measurements of 36-24-38, she has just enough padding that she fits perfectly in my arms. And that's where I kept her for the first several years we were married. Making love to her was always an adventure. As I said, she had plenty of time to experiment before we were married, she at 25 and me at 28. Her experience had taught her what men want and she was as good at oral sex as anyone I had ever known. But what impressed me most was how she loved to fuck. When she was aroused, she wanted a hard dick in her hot pussy and admitted that she also liked to have her men slide it deep into her tight ass before they shot their load. I spent many nights using both her ass and that tight pussy, curled around her back and barely moving as I felt her channels gripping and vacuuming my cock as I cupped and caressed those delightful tits. They were a perfect mouthful and filled her 36C cups to perfection. Like most couples we went at it hard and often for the first years, exploring the sensuality that marked our lovemaking. Then, although I had started my own business and could work from our home, I realized the frequency was diminishing, although the intensity remained as delightful as ever. We both recognized how we had slowed down from the time during our first years together. That's when we found out discussing our experiences with previous partners helped to build us to the point we could no longer keep our hands off each other. What I found surprising was that hearing her tell of her exploits in the back seat of her boyfriend's cars, in motel rooms, and in their apartments, made me hard as a rock as I visualized the delights she had shared with them. Her descriptions of the events that turned on her inherent sexuality were vivid and detailed. I found myself wishing I could have been there to see them fuck her and to join in. That's what brings me to Mac's part of this story. We had known Mac for a few years before it happened. Mac was a cabinetmaker whose craftsmanship required him to spend many hours getting the detailed work done to his satisfaction and that of his customers. He entered our lives by building some closets in our remodeled home. With the time he took to complete that and later projects, he was spending more and more time with us, becoming more of a friend than a hired man. He joined us in the pool after a hard day's work, and soon he was enjoying quiet evenings with us, invited to our evening meal, drinks and swapping stories about our earlier days. Mac was about our age, maybe a bit younger than my 35 when this began, but not much. He was single at the time and seemed to enjoy his time with us as much as we enjoyed hearing his stories about some of the things he had done and seen in his business. He admitted one night, after a couple of drinks too many, that it wasn't unusual for him to enjoy the wife of some of his customers while their husbands were at work. Rose had giggled and blushed. I laughed, but my ears perked up immediately. Our continued conversations about how much I wanted to see another man fuck her had gotten to Rose too. And Mac was exactly the kind of guy that I knew Rose would have been attracted to when she was single. Tall, broad shouldered, and not an ounce of fat on him from his physically demanding job, he had a sense of humor and a twinkle in his eye that intensified when he saw Rose in her tiny bikini swim suit that left so little to the imagination. That same gleam told me he had probably been as successful with the needy ladies as he had with his profession. I also didn't miss the fact that he was as interested in Rose as I had been when we first met. He was a playful bear and never missed the opportunity to tease her by yanking her bikini top off or sliding between her legs underwater causing Rose to screech in mock horror. I noticed that his tight Speedo trunks invariably were bulging after such playful antics. Yeah, Mac would be perfect, I thought to myself. It was almost a year into his latest project with us before I began working on the plan that I hoped would lead him into be the first man to seduce my wife. I realized that he could be the perfect answer to my interest in seeing another man fuck her. I think Rose probably had it figured out before I did and showed by her nonchalance around him that she wouldn't mind. Rose got along very well with Mac and there was just enough teasing between them to tell me Rose probably wouldn't mind a relationship that included occasional fucking from him. She had never said anything one way or the other about her own sexual needs, and I knew it would be up to me to get it started. Rose had been, up to this point at least, and as far as I knew, completely faithful. But I had also seen some of the same hunger for sex that had brought us together from the first begin to diminish and I wanted that back. I began my campaign that night. It started with a slow, gentle fuck that seemed to last even longer than normal, without either of us wanting it to end. Rose was on all fours and I had those lovely tits in my hands as I slowly screwed her. I knew I had her on the edge of her orgasm before I slowed the action and began spinning a fantasy. "Umh, this feels so good, I wish it could last forever. I wonder how Mac would like to screw you like this." I felt her tense as she realized what I said, but I continued, keeping her right on the edge of release. Her body relaxed slightly hoping to continue the delight as my cock stroked that hot juicy core which seemed to have become even more lubricated. "I can just imagine how much he would like to suck these sweet tits," I added, pulling on them gently and feeling her nipples tighten. I began to move faster and felt her body begin to stiffen once more from the early stages of her orgasm. "Yes, yes," Rose said softly, lapsing into a moan of delight as she reached for her peak. "More, more, just like that!" That may have triggered it, I really don't know, but Rose was soon bucking against me in the throes of her own release as I continued to tell her how much Mac would like to be in my place. "He would fuck you silly," I whispered in her ear as I drove into her, "and you'd love it, wouldn't you?" Rose' body was jerking and shuddering, her eyes tightly closed. She was clutching the sheets so tightly I expected them to tear at any moment as I ground into her. Then I heard her softly say 'yes' twice more between her panting, moaning and final release. We lay quietly holding each other closely as we both slowly recovered. A few minutes later, our sweat slicked bodies separated. Rose pulled her pillow beneath her head and rolled over onto her side, looking at me intensely but with a slow smile beginning. "What brought that on?" "What?" "What you said about Mac." "Oh, nothing, really. I just thought how good it would be to watch him screw you." "Are you serious? Do you really think I would let him do me?" "No, not if you thought I would mind, but I'm sure he would love to and just the thought of his cock filling you up gives me a thrill." "Why?" "You know how hard it makes me when you tell me about the other guys who fucked you. I would just like to have been there to see it happen. Since I couldn't, I'd like to see him screw you." "Wouldn't you be jealous?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I might, but just the sight of anyone doing you would probably make me cum and cause me to fuck you again myself. I can't help but think you'd enjoy a little strange stuff every now and then, wouldn't you?" She dodged the question. She was quiet for a minute and stared intently at my eyes before she asked, "Are you getting bored with me?" "Not in the slightest, honey. I love you more every day, but I have to admit that I think watching some lucky guy fuck you would really turn me on." "And makes you want to try something strange too, right?" "Believe it or not, no. You're more than enough for me. I just think it would be something I'd like to see and Mac is the kind of guy I would like to do you while I watch." Rose' smile broadened. "And what would you be doing while he fucked me?" "Probably nothing at first, but then I'm not sure what would happen when I saw his hands all over you and making you cum. All I know is I would love for it to happen." "Of course this is all hypothetical, but how would you go about arranging it?" It was my turn to smile, and I did as I told her I wouldn't. "I'd leave that up to the two of you. I wouldn't tell him anything, but I know that if you decided that you would like to try him and gave him the slightest opportunity, he wouldn't waste a minute getting his dick into your pussy." "And doing what," she asked. Her smile widened as she reached between her thighs and took two fingers worth of my cum from her now drooling pussy. "Filling me with this?" As she asked, she offered me her fingers coated with the elixir of love. I took her hand and brought the fingers to my mouth, sucking them one at a time until they were spotlessly clean. "Unh hunh," I nodded sliding down the length of the bed until my mouth was even with her breasts. She cooed with delight as I fondled one and sucked the hard nipple of the other into my mouth. I waited, enjoying the taut nipples of each until I felt her hands tangling in my hair and her hands pulling me closer to her chest. Rose knew what was coming and she pushed me down further as I relinquished her breasts for an even more delightful spot. "Ah-h-h, that's it," she sighed as my tongue moved over the slippery lips of her cunt, then penetrated the softness to taste my own juices that were being given up slowly by her vagina. "I love it when you eat me." She didn't have to say that, it was pretty obvious by the pressure I felt as her hands pressed me tighter into her crotch. I used my tongue like a scoop at first, taking all that she had to offer at the moment, then suctioning as much as I could from her core. My nose nuzzled her clit with each searching motion of my head and soon I felt her body going rigid again. "Yes, yes," she said once more as my arms slid beneath that lovely ass and I lifted her pussy to my face. Her hips were jerking hard enough to bruise my lips. I knew Rose would cum any second now and I opened my mouth wide to receive the juices that lubricated that tight channel. The shudder of her body and her body going rigid told me she was there and loosening my oral grip on her, I let the effect subside slowly while delicately laving that little bit of heaven between her tightly locked thighs I woke the next morning with the crust of cum hardened on my face and smelling like it had been an all night excursion in a whorehouse. I heard the shower running and got up to join Rose. After draining all the previous day's liquids from my system, I opened the shower door and slid into the stall with her. She offered no objections as I used the soap to produce a lather that cleaned my face at first, then another to smooth over her breasts and pubic pelt. "They've already been washed, thank you," she laughed. Then, turning and taking my dangling rod in hand she looked into my eyes and asked a question as she soaped her tormentor. "Do you remember what your said last night?" "About what?" "About Mac fucking me?" I certainly hadn't forgotten and with my cock in her hands I felt it swelling immediately at just the thought, earning a smile from her "Unh hunh," I nodded "Were you serious?" My cock jumped as if answering the question itself. Rose' smile broadened as she said, "Looks like you were, and feels like it too." We fucked the rest of the day away. It took a lot longer than I had expected, and our summer weather had turned chilly before Rose assured me that she thought Mac might be thinking that he had a chance to fuck her. She made it sound like she was still considering it until I reassured her that my thoughts hadn't changed. "Well, it could happen I suppose." She wouldn't say anything more, but I knew it was going to happen eventually. Rose' interest appeared to have picked up too. She no longer wore the housedresses she had worn before Mac came into our lives. Now it was usually a blouse and skirt combination, often with the blouse showing deep cleavage. Bras were a thing of the past; not that she needed them. Within a month she told me that each time they were alone now, Mac was coming on to her in various ways making it obvious he wanted her. I asked her about the progress Mac was making. He had been at our house almost daily over the last three weeks, doing a restoration job on the kitchen cabinets. Mac insisted that she be there when he was working so he 'could be sure she was happy with each step.' She told me she knew that her recitation of the day's events would bring me to arousal as she told me of his progress. "I just have to make him think it's his idea, not mine," she told me after I had gotten the latest report and we had fucked ourselves to a standstill. "Why?" Laughing, she hit my shoulder with a tiny balled up fist. "You haven't figured that out by now?" she asked, feigning incredulity. "All you guys are the same. We let you chase us until we are ready to catch you, and by the time you figure that out, we're married to you." I grinned. "You aren't planning to marry him, are you? I think they call that bigamy." "Of course not, but it wouldn't be any fun just to let him have a little without making him think he had seduced me." "Oh. So how's it going? Is he getting close yet? She hesitated a moment before saying, "Maybe. I've noticed that he's always 'accidentally' rubbing my boobs or my ass. I thought I'd give him a little extra eye candy tomorrow." "How?" "Well, you know that old tee shirt you like me to wear when we're just sitting around at night. The one that you always say you can see my tits through? "Yeah." "Well how about giving him a little to look at. I was thinking one of my half cup bras and my tennis skirt with no panties." "If that doesn't do it, nothing will!" I told her, remembering how she liked to turn me on with that same costume when she wanted a little extra loving without bothering to get in bed. My cock swelled as I thought of how delicious it made her look - and how hot! The next day Mac was hooking up our new sink. He hadn't failed to notice Rose' costume and the tenting of his trousers as soon as he saw it told Rose today could be the day. Rose sat on the countertop watching Mac work. To test the connection of the faucet, he turned on the water. Water shot all over the counter top and from under the sink. Rose howled in protest as she felt the cold water hit her. Jumping off the counter, she straddled Mac's supine figure as she clamped both hands around the still spraying faucet connection becoming thoroughly soaked in the process. Grumbling to himself Mac, his head and shoulders still under the sink. Quickly shutting off the water. In a muffled voice he asked Rose to hold the faucet as he got beneath the sink and tightened the connection. Rose, still straddling his body, was still gripping the faucet tightly as he began to edge his way back out into the kitchen. Rose had been thoroughly sprayed by the loose connection, dousing her tee shirt with enough water to make it transparent. He had heard her howl of protest, but she didn't back up even as he started backing out. Mac, sliding out from under the sink on his back and between Rose' legs, almost gasped as he was treated to the sight of Rose' tan legs, firm thighs and slightly open pussy lips as she did as she was told. Wow, he thought to himself. She's shaved and it looks beautiful! He delayed the trip from under the sink as long as he could and much longer than it should have been but she apparently didn't realize the view he had. His cock had swollen as a result of the view he had gotten. Rose felt it press against her rear as he stood up behind her. He put his arms around her and tightened the still seeping faucet connection until it finally stopped. She sagged back against his hard frame and even harder cock without comment. Shaking his head and trying to turn away without giving away the effect Rose had on him, Mac apologized profusely, grumbling that he hadn't expected a bath as a result of the two loose connections, but now felt like he needed at least a dry shirt. "Looks like you need one too," he said with a laugh, pointing to Rose' burgeoning nipples protruding above the completely visible half cups of her bra. The cold water had swelled them at least as much as her realization of what had taken him so long to get out from under the sink. Rose blushed, seeing the bulge of Mac's cock swelling against the thigh of his trousers. She knew she hadn't been wrong, he was really very well built. "Well, it's done anyway," Rose said shaking her head. "I don't think there will be any more surprises like that, do you?" She noticed that Mac had been unable to tear his view from her chest. She smiled and said, "Why are you staring? I know you've seen more of me when we were swimming in our pool." He managed to tear his eyes away without response before Rose added "I've got to get a towel or my hair is going to be wrecked," she said moving to the door of the laundry room. "Let me have your shirt. I'll put it in the dryer." Mac heard the dryer start and then silence. Waiting for Rose to return, he thought of what he had just seen and knew that regardless of how good friends he and Earl were, he intended to fuck Rose. More minutes passed and he felt his cock swelling even more as he thought of just how delightful it would be to sink it in that lovely love chest. Still no sounds from the laundry room as he looked toward the slightly open door. He could see nothing in the gloom of that otherwise unlighted room until he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The view he got was even better than he could have hoped for. Rose was now caught in the light from the kitchen wearing only a smile. Mac got a good view of her luscious body from head to toe. She seemed not the least bit perturbed by his ogling which disclosed that only a tiny strip of hair covered her pubes, as though pointing the way to heaven. "I thought I'd dry my skirt too," she said softly, stepping toward him. "You should give me your trousers and we'll dry them too." Moving behind her with a smile, Mac slid his damp trousers down his thighs, leaving only his boxer shorts to shield his rampant cock. Rose turned toward him and lifted them from where they were trapped around his feet. As she rose, Mac stepped forward putting his throbbing manhood only inches from her face. Still he was shocked when she took it in one hand and gathered the damp trousers with the other. "M-m-m, nice!" She said as she stood up still holding his thick shaft. She relinquished it and turned once again to the dryer, bending forward to put the trousers in the machine. How It Began Ch. 01 Mac could no longer hold his lust in check. He stepped forward until his cock, separated from Rose' pussy only by the thin material of his shorts, slid between her thighs. He reached forward and cupped her breasts with both hands, feeling the taut nipples spearing the palms of his hands. "Oh, that's better," Rose told him as she straightened. "They were getting cold," she said pressing his hands to her breasts with both her own. "But what's this," she asked with a giggle, wriggling her tight ass against his crotch and feeling his cock between her thighs. "Something else I would like to give you to keep warm," Mac replied. "It feels plenty warm," she laughed, "but it could get wet there." In a moment she had pulled his shorts down. He reached in front of her and pressed his cock head up slightly until it was firm in place. With his bare cock lodged between the open lips of her pussy he used his weight to push her against the warm walls of the dryer. She leaned forward over the top of the dryer as she tucked the end of his lengthy cock into the vestibule of her pussy. She felt the muscles of her cunt stretched to their limits. Mac, driven almost wild by the heat and wetness he found in those folds, pressed harder against her and felt his dick sliding slowly into her deliciously warm and very tight sheath. "Let's get it real warm," he said in a hoarse whisper as he pressed deeper into her. Meeting some resistance, he backed out slightly then pressed deeper once again. He could feel Rose panting as she added her own movements until together it was wedged tightly in her superheated core. "Oh, now that's nice," Rose said softly. She could feel the swollen head pressed tightly against her cervix. "I just knew you would have a nice one and it fits perfectly." "A-h-h, Now that feels REALLY nice," Rose said softly as Mac began moving slowly in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. Mac could only grunt agreement. His cock was imbedded in his friend's wife all the way to his balls that slapped against her clit with each stroke. He almost groaned as he felt the velvety but muscular folds of her cunt beginning to work their way back and forth along the eight thick inches he had inside her. His hands had returned to her breasts, but now he found them around her hips, holding her tight as the thrusting grew more intense. Rose was moaning softly as she synchronized her movements with his. Soon both were panting breathlessly as the moment of fruition approached. Rose stood up momentarily as she felt her orgasm approach. Mac, behind her, stood on his toes as he thrust so deeply in her that Rose was lifted off the ground. Rose screeched with delight and she felt her vagina filled with jet after jet of his hot juices just as she peaked, shuddering in his arms. She hung breathlessly over the dryer once more as she felt him slow his thrusts and then slowly back away until she felt the plumb sized head of his cock fall away, leaving a trail his seed over the curves of her butt. She hurriedly clamped her hand over her leaking pussy, but still not in time to prevent a thick clump of semen from sliding down the inside of her thigh. Just as she was turning to express her own satisfaction, she found herself lifted to the top of the dryer and pressed back against the wall. Mac was pulling her legs forward as he stood between them. She saw the light of lust in his eyes was burning brightly as his head bent forward and he began lapped away the dollop of cum on her leg. Working his way up the inside of her thigh, he clamped his mouth over her vagina causing her to gasp. She started to push him away, but it felt too good. Mac was mouthing the lips of her vagina, slowly sucking first one side, then the other as his tongue explored the source of the cum oozing from her still dilated cunt. Instead of pushing him away, Rose found her fingers tangled in Mac's hair. She pulled him closer to her slick pussy lips and groaned as she felt his tongue slide over them and then in between them. She heard herself gasping with pleasure as his tongue tickled the soft pinkness in a continuing french kiss while involuntary motions of her hips allowed a fucking motion. Rose loved oral sex, whether it was giving it to her husband, or having him spend a long, delicious time between her firm thighs. She knew she couldn't last long the way Mac was eating her. His nose was pressed tightly into the hood of her clit which barely covered it when she was not aroused - and she was definitely aroused at this moment. The slight movement of his head as his tongue plunged in and out of her had brought it to the ultimate in arousal. She could do nothing but buck her hips into Mac's face as she felt her orgasm taking over her body. Mac's lips now were pulling that sweet bud into his mouth with a suctioning motion while his head bobbed in her crotch, his chin stroking her labia and spreading her juices even more. Mac felt the now frantic motion of her hands and hips and intensified his lingual stroking, now adding soft kissing motions on the tiny bud protruding above her pussy. He felt the spray of her juices as Rose reached her peak, moved away from her slit and began lapping once again at his reward as Rose' hands rose to clench her swollen breasts. "Oh, damn that was good!" Rose said breathlessly. "I needed that." Mac felt her hands clasp behind his head as she pulled him closer one again. He continued the soft kisses as she used the motion of her hips to cover his face with her juices. "It could get even better in bed," Mac chuckled as she finally relented and sagged back against the wall behind the dryer. "I don't know how," Rose laughed, combing her fingers through his hair and seeing that the lights of his lust were only dimmed, not out, "but let's find out." Taking his hand and hopping off the top of the dryer, Rose led him through the house and into the master bedroom where she stood just inside the door. She felt his hands closing over her breasts, then the warmth of his lips as they closed over one nipple, then the other. She groaned with pleasure as she felt his once more rigid cock against her belly. Pulling him towards the bed, she fell backward and felt his weight drive her deep into the mattress. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Mac said as he watched her use her elbows to hitch her way to the middle of the king size bed and open her arms to him. He moved over her, holding his weight off her, until he felt her small hands close around his swollen cock and center it at the opening of her still engorged pussy lips. He pressed forward gently this time, allowing her to savor each short stroke driving him into her heated core. "And I've been dreaming of just how good it would feel," Rose said softly. "Fuck me, Mac. I want your cock all the way in me when I feel your cum shoot." "How much time do we have," Mac groaned as he felt the muscles of Rose' cunt stretching around his hardness. "As much as we want," Rose replied with a giggle. "Earl has been telling me how much he wanted to see another man fuck me, and you were the one he thought would do the best job of it. I'd like to see the look on his face if he came in and saw you fucking me." Mac's cock almost went flaccid when he heard Rose say his friend might see him fucking his wife. "You mean he knows that I might....? "Of course," Rose answered almost nonchalantly. "I couldn't cheat on him, but he knows I like sex as much as he does, and it really gets him off when I tell him who fucked me and how back in the days before we were married." Mac realized that my wife wanted sex as much as he did, even after the delightful battle of the sexes in the laundry room. His cock was returning to its former state of rigidity as he felt Rose' body pushing back against his slow motion thrusts. He heard her sigh with pleasure as her legs opened wide and he felt them closing behind his thighs, urging him to continue. Rose was in heaven. The hard shaft invading her tight pussy was even more delightful now that she could relax on the soft comfort of the mattress where Earl fucked her nightly now that he knew how close she was to allowing Mac to fuck her. Mac had proved even more capable than she had allowed herself to dream. His cock filled her completely and his slow pumping in and out, combined with the feeling of his mouth on her breasts, was bringing her once more to the verge of orgasm. "Nice and slow," she managed to breathe into Mac's ear as she clutched him to her. One hand held her breast to his mouth as the other pulled him closer. Her hips moved in concert with his, driving her pussy along his already slick length, shuddering with the pleasures they shared. "We have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy this." Mac did too. Already he was feeling the tingling in his balls that told him he was close to sending his seed into her. As good as it was, he wanted to spend more time on the belly of his friend's wife. Wanting to delay it as long as possible, he rolled over on his back, carrying Rose with him until she was on his chest, one breast still In his mouth. She pulled her hand from beneath him and sat upright, her knees alongside his chest, letting his cock drive even deeper into her core. She smiled down at him and ground her hips in that circular motion that always drove her husband wild and got the same reaction from her latest lover - a low groan of pleasure as he reached up to take her full breasts in each hand. "You are so beautiful!" he managed to say softly as he felt Rose lean forward to kiss him. It was a soft, loving kiss that told him he had been right to do this. His hands slid down until they reached her hips. He pressed her down on himself, driving upward at the same time and feeling her open new portions of her vagina to him. Rose groaned, but it was with pleasure, not pain. She felt that extra half-inch or so of male muscle throbbing. Mac wasn't much larger than Earl, she realized, but it was just so invigorating to feel the newness of another man's cock in her depths. She knew Earl had been right. She needed more sex, especially with a man like Mac who would be around to satisfy her own unspoken cravings. She leaned back against his upraised legs and used her talented pussy to milk that swollen shaft, smiling down at her lover as she held his hands against her breasts. Both knew it couldn't last much longer than it had in the laundry room, but neither expected Rose' orgasm to come on as soon as it did. She was literally jerking herself up and down that engorged rod as she felt the first twinges. Leaning forward, she whispered, "I'm cumming. Fuck me, Mac. I want to feel your cum inside me." Mac gave her what she wanted. Her body bounced with his as she felt that hot seed filling her vagina, sending her over the edge just as the first two jets hit the opening of her cervix. She shuddered in passion. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and she gasped with pleasure as she felt those hot jets filling her and running slowly down that shaft, pooling in his pubic mat. The lips of her pussy quivered trying to hold the flood back, but it was too late and she felt her own juices combine with his as she once again reached her peak. That's when I stepped into the bedroom, anxious to see my wife getting the fucking she had wanted for so long. See this continue in Part 2. As we all realize that the pleasure can only grow. How It Began Ch. 02 Part 2: Mac/Rose I had to grin like a Cheshire cat as I entered our bedroom. Neither Mac nor Rose could have stopped what they were doing at that exact moment. Mac, with my wife straddling his pulsing cock, couldn't have, and neither could Rose. Their pleasure was too intense. Mac was buried to the hilt in Rose' pussy, intent on filling her with his cum amid Rose' sighs of pure pleasure. His field of vision was narrowed by his concentration on her full breasts and his own need to thrust harder. With her legs straddling his body, Rose drove her hips down against his thrusts, trying to force him deeper into the depths of her pleasure pit. She saw me from the corner of her eye, but couldn't have cared less that I was watching her fucking our friend. She leaned forward until her breasts were brushing his face and I saw him take one and pull her down until he could suck the nipple of that lovely orb into his mouth. Mac's hands were on her lovely, heart shaped ass, pulling it down hard as his hips buck, driving his dick into her cunt as deep as he could get it. I waited, patiently, as Mac finished delivering his load into Rose' pussy and her body began to relax from her series of orgasmic tremors. They both were languidly recovering from that high, and Rose was again sitting bolt upright with his cock still buried in her clutching cunt, when I cleared my throat and Mac realized there had been an audience for their fun. A look of horror crossed his face. He stared at me in shock before he started trying to talk while attempting to push an uncooperative Rose off to the side, away from me. It was made difficult by the fact he was still buried in her cunt. Rose was smiling. She knew what she expected to hear from me. "Earl, I....I..." "Don't." I told him gently, waving my hand as though to protest his words. Smiling, I told him, "You don't need to say anything. I've been after Rose for months now, telling her that I wanted to see another man fuck her, and we had already agreed that it should be you. I had a pretty good idea this could be the day when she showed me what she intended to wear while you were working. You'd have to be as cold as a sphinx not to have wanted to screw her, so it was just a matter of waiting until all the pieces fell into place. I was just lucky enough to finish working early today and wander in to this." I was walking across the bedroom to the far side of the bed where Rose now lay, smiling contentedly as I finished my little speech. Mac's cock had shriveled and now lay across his thigh, still oozing the baby-making semen with which he had filled my wife. Rose, at his side, reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze as I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her. "Was it as good as you hoped?" I asked her, still smiling. "It was perfect," she replied slowly with a salacious grin of her own. She turned her head and looked at the still slightly shaken Mac. "And how about you, Mac? Did you enjoy that?" I could have predicted the answer. Mac was anything but a fool. He assured her that it had been as delightful for him as it had been for her. I knew the attraction was there and had been just too tempting to pass up. I could see his cock stirring once again under the warmth of her hand. "Looks like he might be thinking that a tad more might be in order," I told Rose as I began taking off my shoes. "M-m-m, could be," Rose nodded, turning on her side and facing her lover who still lay on his back. "How about it, big boy, are you game for some more fun?" Mac obviously didn't know what to say, but when I stood and began taking off my trousers, I think he began to accept the idea I wasn't complaining. I was taking my shirt off while Rose cuddled closer to him and gave him a lingering, sensuous kiss, letting one breast slide over his perspiration slicked chest as she slid higher to let her lips close on his. Her upper leg slid over his thigh until her knee was just below his slowly growing cock. He started to pull her over his body until she pressed him back down and said softly, "Not yet, you have to share this time." I was ready by the time Rose had Mac back in the mood. Now naked, I slid into the bed behind her as Rose took his cock in hand. Mac got the idea and turned on his side facing her as she pointed his now aroused cock at her pussy lips. I got a good view of it pressing between those engorged, reddened lips as he pulled her closer to him. I watched the bulbous head make its way into her vagina. It went in easily; sliding on the bed of cum, filling her until only his balls were left pressed tightly against her perineum. I suggested he pull partially out of her before I used three fingers to take the still warm cum leaking onto her thigh to coat the head of my cock and another dollop or two more to spread around and within her tiny rosebud. The best lubrication available made it slide in enough to allow her asshole to dilate as it was filled with my cock. What I had seen and the pre-cum coating of my cock head helped me to press it home and I began slowly working it into my wife's ass. She groaned softly as I worked it deeper into her and pressed her hips toward Mac's cock, until he too was pressing into her from the other side. I felt the fantastic sensation of his cock working it's own magic on the other side of that thin membrane as Rose' hips shuttled back and forth trying to escape the imminent threat only to impale her on the opposite side. Finally, with a shiver of delight and a deep groan she confirmed what we all already knew. "Oh, I'm so full! Hold still for a moment and let me get used to this." Even as she complained, I felt her hips moving back and forth taking everything we had given her and slowly beginning to let the muscles expand to make it easier for her to accept. "Wow! It feels like I have a baseball bat up my pussy and my ass," she giggled as her hips moved slowly back and forth, gaining momentum as the muscles stretched to accommodate the total diameter filling her. Our legs were in a tangle as we rode her back and forth for the next hour or so. I found myself clutching Rose' tits, holding them to Mac's mouth as she found a new delight. I already knew how tightly her ass could clinch my cock as I fucked her from that side as we had done before, but I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt to feel her vaginal muscles rippling up and down Mac's slow moving dick as I fucked her ass. "Oh, damn, why haven't we thought of this before," Rose squealed with joy as her fourth orgasm approached. She clutched Mac's head tightly to her breast as she grunted her way through the first of a series of tremors that only seemed to intensify. She was panting hard when simultaneously Mac said softly, "I can't hold it anymore, she's making me cum." That was enough to set me off and soon all three of us were jerking and thrusting hard, battering Rose between us as we filled each of her orifices with hard jets of hot cum. Soon it was flowing over our bodies in small rivers to pool beneath us where our frantic fucking motions turned it into a white froth. It was harder finding something to say after that first experience. I retired to the guest bedroom for a shower while Rose and Mac used the one in the master bedroom. We were all clothed and at least somewhat rested when we found ourselves on the patio an hour later. Mac and Rose were in chairs next to each other, holding hands, when I joined them. Mac spoke first. "Earl, I never expected anything like that, but I'm certainly glad that you and Rose decided I should be her partner for something that beautiful." I noticed that Rose gave his hand a squeeze as I responded. "Mac, it isn't something that everyone would give to a friend, and I have to admit I didn't know if Rose would let you do her at first, but she's the one you should be thanking for the pleasure, not me." I smiled as I watched Mac kiss Rose softly before I continued. "I also don't know if it will happen again. That's up to her, but I can tell you from my point of view that joining the two of you in bed, or even just watching her enjoying a good fucking was the highlight of my year." Rose flushed, but added, "And I can tell you that I've never had anything quite that exciting happen to me before until now. I just hope you two guys will think about it some more and decide how you feel, because I would love to do it again with either or both of you." How It Began Ch. 02 Note: While not necessary, the author suggests reading the original "How It Began" story prior to reading this part two. This following submittal chronicles Gene's experiences after he has left the Summit County Home in Akron, Ohio and is living in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It was a balmy night in Fort Lauderdale with the temperatures in the comfortable seventies when Gene made one-mile walk from his aunt's house to the center of the nearly deserted town. Pretty much all activity in that area of Fort Lauderdale ceased after sundown in 1952 with the exception of the shuffle boarders at Stranahan park located in the very center of the town and the two movie theaters situated on Las Olas boulevard. In those early fifties years the town hadn't been discovered by very many people and only existed as a far-flung suburb of sorts of the distant city of Miami together with the other small towns that populated the Atlantic coast above Miami. The populace of Fort Lauderdale consisted of possibly no more than twenty-five thousand souls most of the year, swelling to forty thousand with the influx of the "snowbirds" during the Northern winters, so it wasn't unusual to not find many of the usual residents of the town out and about after sundown. Not surprising, as many of the small, privately owned businesses were usually closed at night and there was little to attract residents to the downtown area. Gene had arrived only two days earlier from Akron after his aunt and uncle had arrived at the Home and presented legal documents securing his release, claiming they had no knowledge until recently that he was ward of the State of Ohio following his parent's death for over three years. Gene couldn't really remember his aunt and uncle and it took the entire car ride South and countless questions and discussion before he began to feel comfortable with his rediscovered relatives. It wasn't until the day after they had arrived at his new home when he finally he had discerned why the middle-aged couple had secured his release from the clutches of the State of Ohio. They owned a small restaurant on the Northeast edge of town and, with no children of their own, planned to use him as an unpaid employee. The knowledge didn't bother Gene, as he was more than happy to say goodbye to the mundane existence he had known for three years. He was also happy to be reunited with relatives, despite their apparent ulterior motives. Gene did regret leaving his friend and sex partner Richie behind although he had begun to feel that Richie was only using him as well. Gene sauntered into the shuffle board area of the park and was surprised to find a couple of the courts occupied by elderly aficionados of the sport, silently sliding the puck back and forth, quietly rejoicing when they achieved a high score on the triangular pattern etched in the smooth concrete surface of the court. More out of boredom than curiosity, Gene sat on one of the wooden benches beside the court where the elderly couples were playing and watched with amusement at the gyrations of each of the players as they used the long poles to slide the puck to the opposite end of the court, often twisting themselves in awkward positions as they worked to magically force the wooden puck into the highest scoring location on the distant triangle. After watching the two couples play for about a half-hour Gene was surprised when a man he guessed was about middle-aged entered the court area and, after silently observing the game in progress for a couple of minutes, walked over to the bench where Gene was sitting and took a seat on the other end, smiling with recognition of Gene's presence before turning his attention back to the game. The man sat silently for most of the match, only making casual remarks such as "Good move," or "Oops" in accordance with the play as though he was an active part of the competition. As the couples finished the game and began gathering their belongings, the stranger turned to Gene and inquired, "You play shuffleboard, young man?" Gene was somewhat startled by the sound of the man's voice in the quietness of the park and it took him a moment to recover and stumble, "Wh-what?" "I said, do you play shuffleboard?" the stranger repeated. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't understand," Gene answered with embarrassment, unused to talking with an older man. "I-I never have played it. I was just curious, that's all." "That's okay. I didn't mean to startle you. Guess you were deep in thought. Young man like you were probably thinking of some girl friend instead of watching old people play a game like shuffleboard." Gene looked the man over briefly, curious as to why someone his age would be interested in talking to someone like him, who looked a lot younger than his eighteen years. He cleared his throat and decided to answer what he took as a question, mindful of his upbringing, which taught him to be respectful of adults. "No, sir. No, I wasn't thinking of some girl. Just bored was all." The stranger slid closer down the polished bench and smiled as he held out his hand, "Well, my name is Ray and I just wanted to say it's nice to meet you." Gene caught a whiff of the man's cologne, a spicy scent that Gene found to be almost intoxicating and his eyes locked onto Ray's eyes and was immediately spellbound as he stretched his hand out to shake hands. "I'm, I'm Gene," he managed to murmur, immediately embarrassed at the high, girl-like tone of his voice. Ray held onto Gene's hand longer than Gene felt was necessary, but the younger man didn't attempt to withdraw it, the man's firm, but warm, grip soft and yet dominating. "Well, good to meet you, Gene. I have to say you are a very nice looking young man. I'm surprised you're not with someone." "Th-thank you, sir. I mean, Ray. I haven't been here in Florida very long--just a couple of days--and I haven't met any friends." "Oh? Where you move from, Gene?" Ray asked, still holding Gene's smaller hand. "Uh, uh Ohio, sir. Came here with my aunt." Ray finally released Gene's hand, but moved even closer as both of them noticed the elderly couples leave the shuffleboard area. "Ohio, huh? What part?" "Akron," Gene answered, nervously excited by Ray's close proximity. Excited, but not wary, quickly beginning to like the older man's attention. "Oh, Akron. Been there, but didn't like the winters around there. Too cold. Like it here much better." Ray studied Gene's face for a moment, admiring the youthful complexion; the full lips and the girl-like blue eyes. His hand rested on Gene's knee almost casually as he asked, "You like it better here, Gene?" The warmth of the man's hand on his knee caused a stirring in Gene's groin as he stuttered, "I-I th-think so. It's, it's nice." Ray moved his hand up and down a few inches, carefully studying Gene's face for a reaction, and then asked, "Well, do you have a girlfriend up in Ohio, Gene? Or, or do you like girls?" Gene blushed, "No, no, I don't have a girlfriend. Never have. They're okay, I guess." He was becoming breathlessly aware of the hand caressing his knee, but did nothing to discourage the friendly stranger. "Hmm," Ray observed, silently arriving at a conclusion to Gene's answer to his question before throatily questioning further, "You, you like men, then?" Gene forced himself to look away from the stranger, painfully aware of his increased heartbeat, knowing he had to truthfully answer the telling question. "Y-yes. Yes, sir. I-I like men." At Gene's confession, Ray became even bolder, his hand rapidly sliding up Gene's leg, his fingers forming a cup to warmly capture the youth's crotch. "Mmm, good, Gene. Good. I'm glad you do. You're so pretty. I hope you like me." The hand on his crotch felt so warm, so exciting, and Gene felt his small cock begin to grow. He looked directly into Ray's eyes and almost whispered, "I do. I like you, sir." Ray's face broke into a wide grin as he used his hand to rub the younger man's crotch. "I'm glad, Gene. Want to go to my place? It's not far." "S-sure. Yes, sir. I'd love to." At his acquiescence, Ray rose from the bench, capturing Gene's hand as he stood. "C-mon, then. My car is right over there," Ray nodded towards the side street with his head as he guided Gene with a tight grip on his hand as though he was afraid he would lose possession of the youth, a conquest that had Ray almost beside himself with anticipation. He had immediately become entranced with the youthful, almost feminine appearance of the shy young man, unlike any he had met in an area known for youthful, good-looking young men. He quickly guided Gene through the concrete courts that were separated by rows of benches and shrubbery until they made it to the sidewalk of First Street and down the walk a few feet to his car. His new car, a Ford Crestline Victoria, sleek with racing styling that appealed to just about every man, a car that Ray knew would serve to attract sex bait--his main reason for selecting this model. Ray unlocked the passenger door and went around the car to the driver's side as he gestured, "Go ahead, Gene. Get in." Gene whistled his appreciation as he opened the door even as he looked over the sleek lines of the Ford. "Nice car," he complimented as he settled into the softness of the leather passenger seat and pulled the door shut. "Thanks," Ray replied as he put the key in the ignition. "Just bought it last week. Thought about getting the convertible, but decided against owning a ragtop after being reminded about how much rain we get here." Ray pulled the car away from the curb and glanced over at Gene before boldly placing his hand on the young man's thigh once again, silently pleased when his companion didn't object. "So, you like men, Gene?" With his eyes focused straight ahead, Gene softly, almost in a whisper, admitted, "Yes. Yes sir. I-I do." "Why is that, Gene? Girls turn you off?" Gene had to analyze Ray's question for a moment before confessing, "I, I don't know about that. It's just that...I've only known men. Never had much to do with girls." "Oh? I'm surprised," Ray expressed with genuine amazement as his hand absent-mindedly stroked the firm thigh beneath his hand. "Figured a nice looking youngster like you would have girls falling all over you." Ray drove slowly, wanting to prolong the drive as long as possible while he completed his seduction. After a couple of silent blocks, he let his hand move from Gene's thigh up to his left shoulder and softly caressed it while he leaned more towards his silent passenger, his hand ultimately moving behind the youth's neck where he began to sensually massage the tense muscles. In a husky voice, Ray asked, "You like sex with men, Gene?" Gene's nervousness only permitted him to murmur, "Uh-huh." His admission to a complete stranger made his mind and body react with a hunger, a longing, that he hadn't felt since leaving Akron and he didn't object as the hand behind his neck began to pull his head down toward Ray's lap. It only took a slight pressure to bring his head to rest against the older man's belly, his left cheek resting against the cold hardness of a belt buckle while his mouth was pressing the material pressed tightly over what appeared to be a very large erection. Completely by impulse, Gene moved his lips back and forth over what he perceived to be the head of the man's cock and was delighted when the considerable muscle twitched beneath the cloth followed by the rumble of Ray's approval as he reacted to the caress. Ray's right hand moved to Gene's ass and squeezed in appreciation. "Mmmm, Gene. Damn! You do much of that and we'll never make it to my apartment!" He worked his hand between the cheeks of Gene's ass and massaged the deep crack formed by the bubble-like globes, then added, "And I want this ass. I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. You want that, boy? You want it?" Gene nuzzled the cock beneath him in answer before whispering, "Anything, sir. I'll do anything you want." "Mmm," Ray groaned with delight and anticipation before questioning, "Anything? Anything I want, you say?" "Y-yessir. Anything you tell me to do. I want to please you." "Wow! I'd love that, boy. I'll make you my little sex slave." Ray moved his hand from Gene's ass and brought it up to caress his right ear, his fingers arcing downward to the soft lips now resting on his crotch. He worked his middle finger into Gene's mouth, whispering hoarsely, "Suck it, boy, my little bitch." Obediently, Gene nursed on the finger in his mouth, the taste of stale cigarettes assaulting his senses as his tongue cleansed the digit of nicotine stains. Despite the distasteful flavor, Gene only felt an overwhelming desire to please this stranger, to belong to him, the need to serve kindling a longing inside that Gene had never felt before and he knew that no matter what this man asked or demanded of him, he would obey. Gene was only faintly aware of the car coming to a stop and the sound of the motor stopping as Ray used his left hand to shut off the ignition so as to not interrupt the quiet nursing of his new-found sex object on his middle finger. The total subservience of the youth sprawled across the seat and sucking his finger was a new experience to Ray. He had had sex with countless men, some even younger than Gene, but he hadn't ever had one who appeared so eager to please him, to submit to anything he desired. The mere prospects of having a youth so good looking and so eager to please had awakened a desire in Ray that had his entire body on fire and his cock aching with an erection never before experienced. As if with regret, Ray pulled his finger out of Gene's mouth with a plopping sound and announced, "We're here, Gene. Let's go inside." Gene grunted as he sat up, his mind foggy as if he had been asleep although he remembered with clarity every second of the ten minute ride. "We're, we're at your place?" "Yep, this is it. Just an apartment, but it's close to downtown," Ray shrugged as he patted Gene's thigh possessively. "And it's private. No one to listen or see as we enjoy ourselves. C'mon, let's go inside." Ray opened the driver's door and Gene followed suit with the door on his side of the car, standing on the sidewalk in front of a two-story building. He only had a chance to observe a sign on the plate glass window of the bottom story that read "BARBER SHOP" before Ray took his arm and guided him around to the side of the building where he saw a flight of stairs that led to the upper floor. Ray motioned Gene ahead of him with a slight push on his lower back and they mounted the stairs in single file with Ray admiring the bubble-like globes of Gene's ass as it moved with each upper step. When they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, Ray wrapped an arm around Gene's waist and moved him to the side as he inserted his key into the lock and then pushed the door open to reveal a darkened room with only the light gleaming through a wide window softly illuminating the sparse surroundings. Gene stood still just inside the door as Ray turned on a lamp situated by the door. He could see that the furnishings were a contradiction when compared to the cost of Ray's new car. There was a sofa with worn covering that appeared to be sagging a little in the middle facing an easy chair with the same fabic, although a little more worn. Under the window at the front of the room was a full-size bed with wrought iron head and footboards, the covering twisted and wrinkled from the previous night's sleep. On the backside of the room were a small table and a refrigerator, each framing a wooden door where Gene could see a bathtub beyond. Gene's observations were interrupted as Ray stepped in front of him and placed a hand on each side of Gene's waist. They stood there silently for a moment as Ray searched Gene's face and then pulled him closer so that their bodies touched. Unexpectedly for Gene, Ray bent his head and brought his lips to Gene's, immediately opening his mouth slightly and stroking Gene's lips with his tongue. Gene was a little startled by the kiss, as he hadn't ever kissed a man before and only two girls years earlier. And those were just pecks! But this was a full-blown kiss, complete with saliva and tongue--more than Gene could have expected. But he found that he liked it and, without hesitation, he opened his mouth slightly to Ray's persistently searching tongue. He could hear the older man's breath quicken and felt the arms encircle his waist, pulling him even closer to where he could feel the protruding erection pressing against his lower stomach. As the kiss continue for several minutes, Gene found himself giving into the passion of the older man and he wrapped his arms around Ray's neck as he let his own tongue join in battle with the experienced tongue invading his mouth. He felt strong hands cup his ass cheeks and squeeze even as they pulled his stomach hard against the huge throbbing, but clothed, cock of his new lover. Gene couldn't help but feel some disappointment when Ray finally broke the kiss and stepped back, his chest rising and falling with deep passion. "Whew!" Ray breathed. "That was hot!" He backed up to where he stood in front of the easy chair and suggested in a commanding tone as he sat down, "Strip for me, baby. Stand there and take off all of your clothes---slowly." As though he was mesmerized, Gene obediently began to remove his clothes. Not the hurried way he had when he was preparing for sex with his former master, but in a manner he hoped was pleasing to this new lover, this stranger. He began with his polo shirt, easing it up his chiseled stomach and over his broad shoulders and then finally tugging it over his curly and lengthy blonde hair that became tousled from the removal of the shirt. Not knowing where it was permissible to discard the shirt, Gene just let it drop to the floor and kicked the aging loafers off his feet, leaving him standing in his stockinet feet as he looked searchingly at the keenly observing stranger sitting across the room, the man's eyes appearing to glow with satisfaction and lust, his mouth hanging slightly open as he stroked the front of his pants with one hand. Not receiving any direction from Ray, Gene slowly unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his trousers. He stood like that for just seconds, again waiting for either encouragement or instructions without receiving either, before unbuttoning the top button and pushing the pants over his almost-girlish hips, releasing them to where they fell to the floor around his ankles. Looking expectantly at Ray before stepping out of the fallen garment with first one foot and then the other, Gene kicked the pants aside. He stood almost nude save for the pair of his "tidy-whities" briefs and looked questioningly at the man vigorously stroking his cock through his pants. This time he received a response from Ray as the man motioned with his finger downward. "Off. Take 'em off," came the impatient command. Gene hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down halfway, the elastic stretched across his flat belly, devoid of hair. Trying his best to strip sexually for his observer, Gene pushed the briefs a little further until the elastic was stretched across his pubic mound, lightly covered with curly hair matching the hair on his head. He felt good when he saw Ray grin with appreciation and began to push the briefs down a little further. Ray cleared his parched throat, "Umm-humm," and made a circling motion with his forefinger. Gene quickly understood and made a one-eighty turn on the tips of his toes, knowing full well the effect that being on his toes would have on the cheeks of his ass as he looked back over his shoulder at the leering Ray, trying his best to exhibit a sexy look. How It Began Ch. 02 "Bend over as you take them off, bitch!" Ray almost growled. "Show me that ass, that pussy!" Ray's tone alarmed Gene slightly while at the same time enforcing his submissiveness to the older man, admiring his domination. Gene pulled his white briefs down his legs, bending at the hips as provocatively as he knew how as he slowly, so slowly, pulled the underwear down his legs. Once the material was wrapped around his ankles, Gene held the pose; conscious of the image the position provided the man behind him, that knowledge fueling the desire to please in his loins. Gene held that position for a full minute before straightening up and kicking his briefs off his feet and turning around to face Ray. "Beautiful, Gene. Just beautiful," Ray sighed. "I love your body. So nice, so sexy." He rose up from the chair and stepped up in front of Gene and then softly caressed his cheek before bending his lips to Gene's and planting an almost reverent kiss on those soft lips. Ending the kiss, Ray stepped back a foot or so and commanded, "Now, undress me, honey. Use your fingers and your mouth and take off all of my clothing. Understand?" "Y-yes sir. Anything you want, sir." Gene took a step closer to Ray and reached out with both hands and began unbuttoning the man's shirt. As he undid a button, Gene would lean forward and kiss Ray's hairy chest as he interpreted the command. When he had unbuttoned every button, Gene eased the shirt off the man's shoulders, being sure to kiss and lick every inch of exposed skin. Unlike how he had discarded his own clothing, Gene carefully placed Ray's clothing on the sofa and then returned to his task. To remove Ray's pants, Gene had to sink to his knees, his face only inches from the considerable bulge still stretching the material of the pants, the head causing a dark spot where it was leaking. Gene meticulously unbuckled the belt and, using both hands, unfastened the metal clasp above the zipper before carefully sliding it downward. As the fly opened, Gene gripped the pants at the top and worked them over Ray's hips, slowly revealed the man's striped boxer shorts, the top of which had a very large wet spot from the oozing cockhead captive inside the flimsy material. Gene couldn't resist it as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the sticky spot and began sucking up the precum, his actions tantalizing the head of the stiffened meat pressed against Ray's belly. Ray groaned loudly as he felt the warmth of Gene's mouth encircling his prick head and he reacted by grasping Gene's head on each side and forcing his face against his clothed belly. "Oh, yeh, you sweet cocksucker. Suck my cock! Suck it, you sweet bitch!" Ray was holding Gene's head so tightly against his belly that Gene could hardly breathe, but he did his best to do as ordered, sucking the tip of the hard shaft covered with cloth into his mouth and feverishly working his tongue back and forth, further drenching Ray's drawers. While he sucked, Gene continued to work the man's pants down until they fell in a heap at Ray's feet. When Ray relaxed his punishing hold on Gene's head, Gene took the liberty of pulling the soaked shorts down and thereby freeing the man's tortured cock. As it bounced free, Gene expertly caught it in his mouth and began to use his years of sucking cocks, small and large, to make the benefactor of his efforts almost go to his knees with the sensations. Not really to his knees, but Ray's entire body was trembling as Gene excited nerve endings in his cock that Ray had never felt before. Not only was it Gene's expert tonguing of the rigid flesh, but the unequaled suction he could bring to bear on the throbbing meat, a suction like Gene was attempting to suck the creamy fluid from Ray's prostate rather than letting it release of it's own volition. Gene would alternate with applying just extreme pressure and tonguing of the sponge-like head to forcing his mouth all the way down the lengthy seven and a half shaft where he would slip his tongue out of his mouth to caress the tightened nut sack, then he would rapidly work his head back and forth at blinding speed from the root to the tip of the cock, his saliva adding to the spewing precum that soaked Ray's nuts. Gene's ministrations to his new master's cock would seem like it took a very long time, but in reality Ray was only able to last five minutes before he shouted in a primordial scream, "Arrrgghhh! Oh, gawd, gawd, aaahhhh!" and his cock erupted in voluminous spurts of hot, creamy cum from the very depths of his loins. Ray's ass clenched over and over as he continued to fill Gene's eager sucking, drinking mouth with his release. Gene used his practiced fingers to massage Ray's nuts and the very root of his manhood to capture even more of the fluid he desired and loved. Ray had to finally push Gene off of his now-sensitive cock, causing Gene to land on his back at the man's feet. He looked up at his new friend and smiled, "Did, did I please you, sir?" Ray shook his head in disbelief at how good the young man at his feet had sucked his cock and admitted, "That was...the VERY best blow job I've ever had! Where did you learn to suck like that?" Gene shrugged as he rose back up on his knees, "I don't know. It just comes natural, I guess. I love sucking dicks." He leaned forward and took the deflating cock in one hand and pressed a loving kiss on the now-wrinkled head, his tongue catching the last drop of juice leaking from the slit. Ray laughed, "Well, you must love it, the way you suck. Wish I could have lasted longer." Ray kicked his pants and shorts off his feet and hinted, "But we have plenty of time. I want to see if your ass is as good as your mouth." With a giggle, Gene shot back, "I've been told it's even better." Ray walked over to the bed and motioned for Gene to join him, "We'll find out, baby. Just let me recover for a while. We can cuddle in the meantime. Then we might try both. Back and forth---mouth to ass to mouth. You like that?" As he slid onto the bed beside Ray, Gene softly replied, "I don't know, sir. But like I told you, I'll do ANYTHING you want. I want to please you." "Oh you do, you do please me, bitch. You are fantastic! And I'm going to have you doing things that I've only dreamed of having done." Ray slipped his arm under Gene's head and pulled him closer, turning Gene on his side so his head rested on his own chest. Ray dropped his hand to Gene's soft ass cheek and patted it while Gene draped one leg over Ray's body. It was only a few minutes before both fell asleep in sexual exhaustion. **************************************************************************************** It was a good two hours later when Ray was awakened by the feeling of his cock in a warm, wet environment. It took him a minute to gather his senses and look down his body, silently questioning if he had been having a wet dream. But he hadn't. Looking past his waist, Ray could see Gene's head resting on his belly with his mouth encasing Ray's stiff cock. Gene's head wasn't moving; possibly so as to not awaken Ray, but his tongue was doing a magical dance around the purplish head. Ray put one hand on the top of the blonde head and at the same time shove his hips upward, forcing his cock all the way to the root inside the hot, nursing mouth. "Mmm, I love the way you woke me up," Ray whispered as he began to rhythmically move his hips up and down. "Ummph," was Gene's only reply as he fought to keep the stiff meat from activating his gag reflex. Ray let his new sex toy continue with his ministrations for a few minutes while he dropped one hand to rest on the smooth, hairless ass beside him. As Gene sucked, Ray massaged the bubble-like cheeks, letting a finger slide down the deep crevice and tease the wrinkled opening. He grinned lasciviously when he noticed Gene slightly wiggle his hips in response and twisted his upper body more toward the upturned ass so he could begin to work a finger inside the hidden opening. He delighted how the young rosebud began to loosen so easily and began to insert a second finger, testing the strength of the sphincter guarding the youngster's tight channel. "Ohhh, I think your boy pussy is wanting a hard cock in it, bitch. You ready to feel what it's like to have a man fuck you?" Gene halted his sucking long enough to murmur enthusiastically, "Mm-hmm." Ray didn't need any further encouragement as he pulled Gene's mouth off his saliva-slickened cock and announced, "Well, let's get to it, my little bitch. Get on your belly." The suddenness that Gene complied with the order surprised Ray, but he took no time at getting between Gene's outstretched legs, his stiff prick bobbing before him as he lowered his pelvis to rest on the white softness of Gene's girl-like ass. Like a guided missile, Ray's cock immediately found its mark, the precum-dripping head resting against the slightly relaxed star hole, causing the sphincter to twitch in reaction. Ray pushed forward with his hips and felt the spongy head of his cock meet the resistance of the opening, barely gaining entrance to the forbidden channel. "Relax, bitch. Just relax so I can get it in you." "Mmph," Gene grunted, "you're so big. You have any oil?" Ray at first ignored the question, his lust eager to sample the young chute beneath him. He pushed a little harder, but felt an even harder resistance as Gene moaned from the painful attempt at intrusion. Ray quickly made a decision that his young bitch's suggestion made sense and reached over the supine body to the drawer of the nightstand. Jerking it open, Ray fumbled around inside desperately and finally came out with a tube of KY jelly in his hand. With impatience, Ray screwed the top off the tube, tossing the cap onto the floor, and squeezed a large quantity of the clear gel on the end of his tortured cock. "Now we'll see if I can get my mushroom head in that tight little opening," Ray announced as he casually let the tube fall to the floor, his cock once again dropping to align with the object of his desire. Ray let the pressure of his coated head lubricate the closing tunnel, his pelvis jacking the stiff rod in small steps back and forth until with a sudden plop, the large tip broke through the canal's final resistance. He immediately felt Gene relax beneath him, facilitating further entry into the dark channel, stretching both elastic sphincters and colon as it plundered deeper and deeper. It only took another minute after the gel had been used before Ray was able to bottom out in Gene's ass, both of them rejoicing in deep-felt pleasure as Ray's nut sack slapped against Gene's crotch. "Mmmm, bitch, you've got one nice ass," Ray complimented as he began to piston in and out of the loosening shaft. "Oh, yeh, fuck me!" Gene replied, grunting between each of Ray's thrusts. "Give me that big cock!" The fullness he was filling was unlike any ass fucking he had received before from the smaller, less developed cocks he had become used to. He could actually feel each stroke of his new lover's cock, thrilling at the sensations created as the stiff intruder massaged nerve endings he had never experienced before. There was one spot deep inside his rectal area that the rubbery tip of Ray's cock would rub with each stroke inward that made Gene's cock twitch and drip with precum which was entirely new to Gene and he began to rotate his pelvis with each passage of the pistoning cock to receive the maximum response to that hidden spot. As Ray pummeled his ass even harder and faster, Gene began to respond by slamming his bottom back to meet each thrust, their bodies resounding with a slap, slap, slap while their voices harmonized with the sounds of both men's pleasure. Ray eventually straightened up, pulling Gene's body up by his hips until Ray was pounding Gene's ass with Gene on all fours and Ray was on his knees, Ray's hips working like a jackhammer, making his breath come in gasps. Ray lasted another five minutes in that position until, with a grunting gasp, he held Gene still, his ass plastered against Ray's pubic hairs, and emptied his nuts spurt after spurt into Gene's rectum. Gene felt the sudden rush of hot sperm fill his bowels, the sensation overwhelming him with gratitude to his lover, wanting more than ever to please this man. When Ray had withdrawn his spent dick from the tight orifice and fallen on his back beside Gene, Gene couldn't resist quickly rolling onto his side and capturing the deflating muscle in his mouth where he lovingly bathed it with his tongue, despite the distasteful aroma coating the entire length deposited from his bowels. Ray rose up on his elbows as Gene cleaned his cock, mesmerized by the youngster's action, the first time he had ever seen anyone--male or female--take his cock from ass to mouth. The very freakishness of the act awakened renewed lust in Ray's loins and he felt his nuts stir as his cock began to recover from the exhausting explosion it had just minutes earlier. Ray was surprised that his cock was not sensitive now that he had shot his load, so he rested back on the bed and let the amazing cocksucking bitch he had beside him attend to his stiffening cock. Gene sucked and tongued the wonderful appendage for almost a half-hour before he was finally rewarded with a thin stream of salty fluid which he joyfully swallowed, his eyes fixed on Ray's face to capture the satisfied look his new lover radiated towards him. Gene kept the deflating, spent cock in his mouth without further movement or caress, content to let the source of his pleasure shrink and rest. It was Ray who finally stated the obvious, "I think we better call it a night, baby. Didn't you say you had to work tomorrow?" Gene let the lifeless collapsed prick fall from his mouth, "Oh, yeh. I do. I better get home or my aunt will have a cow." The two men got dressed and Ray offered, "Want me to take you home?" He had an ulterior motive, as he wanted to see where the young man lived so he could continue a relationship with the secretive Gene. In all of the young men he had seduced, Ray had never met one as good as this blonde youth and he had no intention of losing him. "Hey, that would be great!" Gene enthused, "I sure don't feel like walking after all we've done." After dropping Gene off at his aunt's house, Ray drove around the deserted streets of the downtown area, deep in thought and planning. He wasn't looking for another willing victim, but wanted to re-live the night's events while he planned how he would use this sexy youngster who had fallen into his grasp. Many possible scenarios crossed his mind before he headed the car back to his apartment, content with his plans for using his new toy. EPILOG: Gene's sexual adventures with Ray continue as the older and wiser man further corrupts and uses him in ways that Gene never expected. Part three of Gene's story will detail how he descends further into depravity and lust.