0 comments/ 32286 views/ 1 favorites The Quilt By: watchfulPete While we were making love, I again asked if she would consider making love to another man. "Will you stop asking me this same question!?" "Just keep your mind open to the possibility," I responded. "We have great sex together, isn't that enough?" "Honey, we do have wonderful sex and I enjoy your body more than you could possibly imagine." "But I get so turned on thinking of you fucking some good looking guy and thinking of you also enjoying the fucking he's giving you." "Why?" "Wouldn't it upset you knowing I had sexual feeling towards another man?" "I may get a little jealous but I know I could not only handle it but it would actually be healthy for our relationship." Dawn didn't say much for the rest of the evening. We lay in bed discussing everything but this topic of contention. I had recently often brought up the idea of Dawn getting fucked by other men. She had said she loves getting fucked hard and deep. In fact, she had once told me if she had to choose she would choose length over girth. What I read into this statement was she desired to be fucked hard by a long, thick cock. Dawn is beautiful with a smile that is endearing. Dawn has a kindred spirit and truly cares about others. Her pussy is well trimmed. Her size C-cup breasts ride nicely on her 5'3" frame. Her golden brown eyes and perfectly formed lips have caused many men to approach her while we have been out. We have been married going on ten years and have established a comfortable life together. We have a country house on nearly 10 acres. Our jobs place us in an upper middle class income bracket and we lack for nothing. We have developed a closeness that I feel will allow Dawn to explore her sexuality without damaging our relationship but also satisfying this fantasy of having her fucked by one or more men. Several times I have asked while making love to her if she has ever fantasized about fucking another man and she has said yes. However, after the passion has faded nothing more has ever been said. The following morning Dawn was sitting at the dining room table and had a serious but excited look on her face. "If I agree to go through with satisfying you fantasy, you will have to agree to several conditions." "I was lying in bed last evening thinking how this fantasy might play out." With a look of apprehension but excitement responded; "What were you thinking?" "I would need 100% freedom to fuck whomever I wanted with no conditions attached." "Seems reasonable." "Also, I know you want to watch me fuck whom I choose as a fuck partner but this can't happen." "What?" "Relax, what I had in mind was that if I had a great lay, the second time I fucked him I would videotape the encounter." "Hopefully by the end of this fantasy the tape would be filled with me fucking beautiful, well-endowed men whom I hold the right to fuck whenever I want in the future."" "If you can't handle the rules so far let me know and we'll end this fantasy right now." "No, the rules seems very fair!" "The last two things that you have to agree with is I can fuck men in our bed and ask you to leave for the evening." ""Lastly, I am allowed to fuck multiple men in one evening if I so desire." "Oh, one last thing, you know how I love to quilt." "For every different man I fuck I will sew a patch on a quilt not yet started with his name." "You and me will sleep with this quilt to remind us that I have been fucked by many, many studs and that their cum has filled my wet cunt on these encounters, agreed?" Wow, what could I say? If I didn't agree, I knew I would never have the chance to have this fantasy fulfilled again. If I did agree, my wife would always have memories and a tape to flaunt in my face to show me what a good fucking is really like. I did agree and she said she promised me she would fuck her first stud within the week. Dawn headed out Saturday night with her best friend Amy. Dawn told me not to wait up for her and she would be home "quite late." At about 2:00 a.m. Dawn drove up in her Grand Am. I was peeking out the window but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She got out of her car and came into the bedroom. "Ah, I see you're still up." "Did you do it I asked?" "Take my panties off and feel them." I did as she told me and felt a warm, wet, sticky mixture of what I could only imagine was her pussy juice and some man's semen. "We met a couple of guy's at Bennigan's restaurant and bar." "We had a couple drinks when I proposed going back to his place." "Amy said she was ok with this and I got into his car alone." "We didn't make it back to his place before I was unbuckling his pants and massaging his cock." "He was a little surprised at my aggressiveness but appeared appreciative." "He had a nice cock, probably not much bigger than yours but I was exciting to suck on another man's cock." "We pulled into a quiet subdivision and fucked until he filled my pussy." "We kissed, talked a little and decided to call it a night." "When he asked me for my telephone number I just made one up." "I didn't feel like seeing him again." Dawn showered and told me not to ask anymore questions as she would fill me in to details as she felt I needed to know them. Over the course of the next several months Dawn went out and came home with similar stories. Once in awhile she would head out the following evening from a previous night's hot sexual encounter with her videotape camcorder. One night she came home wanting to tell me about her evening. It was another late night but she came into the bedroom stating "Put you pants on- I'm going to show you the sex encounters I've deemed worth taping but this last guy will blow your mind." "He is everything I hoped would develop from my sexual escapades. He has the face and body of Matthew McConaughey and a cock that most porno stars would envy!" Dawn inserted the videotape and turned the sound way up. I was mesmerized watching my wife getting fucked by some of the most gorgeous men with hanging cocks. As the tape went on I noticed she had a thing for guys with dishwater blond hair, lean muscular bodies and long, thick cocks and Dawn never asked them to use a condom. She would fuck them hard demanding they fuck her harder and faster. Several times the guys would want her to slow down but she was having nothing of it. After the men would loose their loads Dawn would always cuddle, caress their bodies and cocks, and kiss them passionately while they drifted off to sleep. Dawn told me she now had enough men to quilt a good sized quilt and expected me to live up to my end of the bargin. "Hold on!" "What about this guy you wanted me to really see?" "He's next, just watch." As I watched a young man, probably in his early thirties entered what must have been his living room. "Hi beautiful." He said to Dawn. "Hi Aaron responded Dawn." "Dinner was great, can I show you my appreciation?" Dawn walked into the camera field of vision and asked Aaron to come stand in front of her. Dawn undid his belt and proceeded to unzip his pant. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw the bulge in his pants. The bulge in his underwear was massive and Dawn was obviously anxious to get at this sexual freak of nature. "Aaron, when we fucked last night I never thought I could be filled like that, I wished it would never end." Dawn pulled his underwear down to his knees and what hung between his legs was a cock at least 9 inches long and as thick as a flashlight handle soft. As he walked it swung like a pendulum, Dawn watching it all the time he was near her. Dawn gently pushed him to the carpet and began massaging his cock which began to grow in length and girth. It didn't take long before his cock was ever so tenuously being held by Dawn's hand. It was at least a foot long and very thick and whose veins pulsated with a sexual anticipation. Dawn quickly undressed and told Aaron to lick her pussy. "Fuck me baby." "Here I come you beautiful lady. Aaron was gentle with my wife slowly inserting his thick penile head between her wet pussy lips. Dawn arched her back moaning telling Aaron to take it slow. "I want all 13 inches baby." His huge cock slowly disappeared between into wife's pussy until his large balls were gently tapping on her asshole. Aaron fucked her hard until his voice let out a shuttering sound. As he withdrew his penis from my wife's pussy it came out semi-hard, looking shiny and massive, cum gurgling out her stretched pussy hole. "I'll talk about you moving into our house and you'll pay rent by fucking me." "If your lease is up anyway we both should benefit from this living arrangement. Dawn and Aaron laughed, I guess both of them thinking about this developing situation and my reaction to this revelation once it was made to me by Dawn. Dawn walked over to the TV, turned it off and asked if I liked what I saw? "Well did you?" Dawn disrobed in our family room and told me to fuck her and see how her pussy felt only an hour after Aaron fucked her. I did undress and Dawn quickly got me hard. As I entered her pussy it felt stretched but oh so good. "You better get used to this feeling baby because Aaron will have first crack at this pussy while he's staying at our house." "But just to keep you warm on those night's you hear me screaming from his huge cock fucking me you can wrap yourself up in the quilt I made special for you. Aaron moved in within the month. Dawn gave me the dignity to sleep in the master bed but only rarely did I enjoy her company. The Quilt HER:You're sitting in your chair... I walk up to you and join you under the quilt. I'm straddling you in the chair. I lick your lips and your mouth opens. I kiss you, rubbing up and down on your hardness. I'm wearing only a nightshirt... Bare to the touch underneath. HIM:I pull you night shirt up over swelling breasts, exposing them to the cool air. My hands explore your flesh with sated lust. Your back arches in response. I tweak your nipples, feeling them harden under my attentions. I break our kiss, my tongue tracing down your chest, wetting your skin, seeing goose bumps form under the wetness. HER:I grab your head as you trace your tongue down my chest. I pull your head up so I can look at your beautiful eyes. With my eyes on yours, I slide down your body until I'm kneeling on the floor in front of you. I can see how hard you are. I free you, eager for a taste. I run my tongue over your length, sucking you in deep. HIM:Your mouth engulfs my hardness, your cheeks swelling from the size. You slowly put pressure on my shaft, sliding your lips down my length. Your tongue dances in your mouth, caressing me. Your enchanting eyes look up at me as you move faster and faster. I moan in pleasure, staring deep into your eyes. I lick my lips as stare at your naked body. You are on your knees in front of me, as if you are worshipping my body. HER:As I dance my tongue all around your length and listen to you moan; I'm getting wetter and wetter, I tell you so. Suddenly impatient, you pull me up until once again I'm straddling you. Now there's no barrier between our bodies. You reach down to touch me, to feel how much I want you. I lift up slightly, allowing your hand access to my body. But what I want, you're not giving me. I want you inside me, but you continue to tease. I kiss you, begging for you. I want you so bad, I'm shaking. Suddenly you grab my hips, thrusting me down onto you. HIM:You are so wet that you slid all the way down my length, my head bottoming against your cervix. I watch as your eyes roll loosely inside their sockets. I lift your body up off me, and drop you back down. Your wetness is leaking all over me. Your bodies glisten in a sheen of sweat. You are moaning continuously as I bounce you on my lap. I watch your breasts bounce and shake. I reach up and pull your face to mine. I kiss you hard, my tongue shooting into your mouth. I suck lightly on your lips, running my tongue around yours. My hands cup your breasts and rub down your sides, my fingers tracing circles on your hips. The old chair is creaking loudly as we move back and forth, thrusting and receiving. HER:I look down at my breasts that are shaking and bouncing with the force of our movements. I offer them to you. First you suck one, then the other. I put my head down, searching for your lips. I need to taste you, to feel your tongue inside my mouth, to lightly nibble on your lips. As you grab my hips, I grind down onto you, driving you deeper. I roll my hips in a circle. A moan escapes your lips; sweat is rolling down your chest, mingling with mine. We're so close to the ultimate pleasure... It's only a matter of time. HIM:My hands tangle in your hair. My fingers entwine with your golden locks. I press my lips hard against yours; my hands push your lips tighter against mine. Our tongues tangle playfully. I look deep into your eyes again, your pupils are dilated, and your lids half closed. Your body is almost searing hot to the touch. The only sounds we hear our the squishing of your wetness with each thrust, our short struggling gasps of breath, and the pounding of our hearts. I know I can't last much longer. I try to slow my pace, to prolong our pleasure, but you will not stop. The slower I go, the harder and faster you bounce on me. You have become possessed, riding me like I am a stallion. I wish you were wearing the matching hat. Your whole body is shiny, covered in sweat, as is mine. I can feel a powerful sensation building deep within me. HER:I know you are close. I want to drive you crazy, I want to enjoy these sensations longer, but I can't wait. It's been too long. I grab your hand, kissing it, playfully sucking your fingers one by one. I look down at you. Your eyes are half closed in lust, your mouth looks delicious. You like that as much as I do. I'm moaning loudly now; I can feel the orgasm building. Your moaning is what is pushing me over the edge. I continue to ride you hard, loving the sound of your moans and gasps. Loving the feel of our slippery bodies sliding together. HIM:Our eyes lock together. I have held off for so long, too long. My cock is almost bursting. I pull your face down to mine and kiss you hard. I slid hands down your back and grips the cheeks of your ass. On your last bounce I push my body up with all my might. Our bodies meet. My hands press us together. My fingers dig deep into your hips. Suddenly, my whole body spasms, and I release a torrent deep inside you. I renew our kiss, my tongue forcefully exploring your warm mouth. As I continue to fire inside your tight, wet, hot channel, I feel your body find its own release. HER:Sucking on your fingers has made me so hot. As you pull me down for a deep hard kiss, I know I can't hold off anymore. I bounce harder and harder, driving us both. Suddenly, you grab my ass and push up hard, just as I pump down. I feel your spasms, and the hot, liquid warmth of your release. It triggers my own, and I feel the way my body is clamping around you. You grab my face, look at me and start kissing me, forcefully exploring my mouth with your tongue. That's all it takes...a kiss, and a look and I explode in an amazing long, intense orgasm. I scream as pleasure washes over me, body shaking in aftershocks. The Quinlans Came to Take Her The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side. The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdition! They heeded all the tortured pleas of he who had begot her; this perfect lamb who strayed was their own widowed preacher's daughter. We heard them massed outside and murmuring their sacred songs, we peered through parted curtains as the faithful droned along, and then the minister stepped forward; stern, rotund, and greying, pontificating to me as the others stood near praying: "God loves you (as he loves us all) in spite of your transgressions; God loves you and will bend his ear to hear sincere confessions; He blesses you, but bids you choose to live a pious life; He gives you twenty minutes to return your tainted wife." (This served as introduction. He continued in like manner:) "We humble servants of the Lord are chosen to demand her. We are appointed from on high to rescue from your clenches This angel you have turned from God to be one of your wenches. You sullied what was pure, he said, you dirtied what was chaste. You corrupted the immaculate. You laid her soul to waste. You planned and plotted to destroy her prospect for salvation. You worked your wicked wiles and she succumbed to your temptations. Beneath your human skin you sport the serpent's raspy scales! Beware, deceiver! he cried out, for God always prevails! His perfect justice will be done! No sinner will escape! Reveal my hidden angel now! Pull back your darkened drape!" His righteous diatribe abruptly ended on this note. His stirring oratory done, he puffed his chest to gloat. His congregation gathered there, all looking up, all certain, that the power of the preacher's words would open up the curtain. (For his part, the preacher sought the concentrated gaze of all his congregation there to vaporize the haze he figured must be fogging up his daughter's common sense, which, once restored, would shame her to renounce her impudence.) My wife and I acknowledged to each other with a glance the time had come for her to choose the future or the past. She'd tried and failed to mold herself to fit her daddy's notions, suppressing her identity because of her devotion. But one hot night she dreamed she was a princess of the realm, bathing in a sunlit stream within a grove of elms, when suddenly out of the woods a naked man appeared, bearded, brawny, beckoning; she smiled and felt no fear. She enrolled that fall semester in the art class that I taught. Within a week she rang my doorbell, crying and distraught; her daddy'd thrown her out; she wondered, could she spend the night? Against my better judgment I took pity on her plight; I calmed her down and set her up to sleep there on the floor (I knew the consequences of seductive sophomores); yet sometime later, in the dark, she kissed me without warning and I awoke and welcomed her and loved her until morning. Within a month we tied the knot, without her father's blessing. We sensed his vengeance might become his plan for repossessing; but ever since that first night when she slipped into my bed, she knew the world held more for her. From Dad she'd been misled. What followed was intended as her last and best farewell. She did it fearing little an eternal life in hell. She saw her startling beauty as God's handiwork and blessing. She flung the curtain back, and smiling down, began undressing. I watched enthralled as anyone the movements of my spouse; she softly popped the buttons down the front of her white blouse, slipped it from her shoulders, let it billow to the floor, her full breasts straining to escape the lacy bra she wore, and moved her hands behind her, all composure, to unzip the pleated tartan skirt she pulled down, wriggling, past her hips. She paused a moment, smiling still, to measure the reaction of the dumbstruck crowd beneath the window, shocked into inaction; she'd been the little red-haired girl who held her daddy's hand, the little girl who jumped to meet her daddy's least command, who always did her homework and who always said her prayers; this little girl now stood above them in her underwear. And now she reached behind her and unhooked her lace brassiere, and freed from their confinement the fine globes that I revered, firm and freckled, full and pale, with nipples pink and hard, my wife revealed her perfect breasts with haughty disregard. (I broke my gaze a moment to observe the crowd below. Beneath the tranquil surface I could sense an undertow; the men, still hypnotized, began to fidget and contort to reposition items angled badly in their shorts.) She tossed her flaming hair and ran her hands beneath her panties (an embroidered masterwork of lace, and dangerously scanty). She bent to peel them off, then stood, defiantly displaying the furry fertile delta I would spend my life surveying. How many fasting holy men have seen a greater vision? How could the sacred be defined with any more precision? My lovely naked wife embodied in her splendid form a heavenly communique that Nature had transformed. The crowd below began to leave, the husbands with their wives; once home, the healthy ones made love to celebrate their lives; they soaped each other in the shower, touched and laughed and kissed, and in the bed paid their respects to every orifice. Alone beneath a streetlight, with his noble face inscrutable, the preacher stood with eyes upraised, his character immutable; my wife regarded him with love, but with her resolve certain; she smiled goodbye and I stood up to close the final curtain. The Quintessential The quintessential I think of myself as a very lucky guy, enjoying the things that many would die for, and getting a sort of job satisfaction as a perk. True! When two of my buddies and me decided, just for a laugh at first it was, to do a Chippendale bit for a local hen party we just did it for the fun of it, never imagining it would build to a very successful business. We called ourselves the quintessential. True it did take a lot of courage to expose ourselves in the way the girls wanted. But give a few drinks they were well always and things happened on that first venue I would never have thought, perhaps I was just naïve, I don't know but when several of the girls demanded that we 'takes' em off' we just assumed it was a bit of a joke and they didn't really mean it. Wrong! Rachel, a red head with abounding boobs showed that they weren't kidding when suddenly I felt hands from behind rummaging around my briefs when all at once they were down to my knees and I was revealed good and proper to the yells and squeals of all concerned, and likewise my two buddies had the same done to them by two other girls who seemed really hot for a showing. But it was all a bit to quick and we had nothing really to show, but Rachel soon put that to rights and what happened next really started the ball rolling and with lots of happy laughter, I was enjoyed orally by most who seemed keen to take part, some you'd never imagine - looking so demure and proper; like Eileen an older woman who really did go for it big time like she wanted to swallow me whole! Then the others were watching intently, like they were taking it all in themselves, waiting for their turn with one of us, those who hadn't had their turn asking those who had what it was like. By which time the three of us were well primed, grunts and groans from both Mick and John said they were enjoying and I certainly was. I can tell you that a good 80% of woman like the taste of cock and Rachel certainly set the precedence for the evening when she really went to town and made sure she was going to get her piece of meat and eat it - well that's how it felt" hands all over the place and my balls really treated to a sensual pampering as she sucked away and no holds barred. The girls that sucked me were really gorgeous and what made it special - they did it with humour so it didn't seem seedy. It felt natural and good and I realised that I was giving a good service to most of the girls there that night. A couple were dubious, like they had never done it before but I felt they wanted to try, but persuaded by the other girls they did and that is what made it so special, knowing they were on a learning curves tasting my curve and watching their eyes close in ecstasy then looking up at me with such adoring admiration. As they nervously at first moved their lips over the throb of my cock. Then gradually being more daring , grasping it with fingers and working it back and forward into their mouths. So sensual and wonderful! Later I was approached by three woman who had sucked and asked if they could have a private session. But I said I gad a steady girl friend. They said that she was a very lucky girl -that I was everything a girl could wish for, The older woman who sucked me off so deeply offered me money for a private session and I was very much tempted saying for her to leave her phone number and I will see. Despite her years I did find her particularly attractive, she had a certain aura about her which was mist alluring, but although my girl friend was aware of what we were doing, my buddies and I, I don't think she could have known about the full Monty bit and I know she would be furious if I went with this older woman, if only on a casual basis, It would not alter my feelings for Jasmin, my girl but a girl doesn't think like a guy does she? So if I did go with the woman on a one to one, even if she just wanted oral, I guess I would feel; to be cheating, but to do it so openly and with lots of happy and gratified women, who were probably starving for it, even just a taste of the oral, was different I guess. Anyway with Jasmin having become a bookworm of late given the very arousing reading of 50 shades of grey book and the sequels I was well taken up with a new Jasmin in my sex life. It was like the erotic books had brought her out big time and she admitted that until she read the books she was never aware of her real self, and now all that energy was being given out to me with explosive results. I mean she wanted me to do with her things never dreamed of before, like blindfolding and handcuffs and spanking, and her mastering me too, not letting me have her, even although she teased the cock off of me, until she was well and ready for my fuck. She developed a thing about wetting her finger and rubbing it into my p-hole, not just once but every night for at least a week during our foreplay - but who was complaining? Certainly not me because my new version of Jasmin was explosive and was more than enough to keep me well happy without any energy left to go with another. I was being sucked by other women on a regular basis during the following venues, because the venues were coming in thick and thin, I could deal with it so long as I didn't go all the way. There was the occasional time I reached a point of no return with Rachel, who always attended the hen night parties, I wonder why! She was a hell of a job to get away from, it was like her mouth was prizing me and she wanted me exclusively, despite the other girls becoming impatient and yelling for her to hurry. But her sucking and balling - and with another girl called Simone, licking my ass at the back, really sent me in a frenzy and I was at a point of no return when the other girls gasped at what happened next. Rachel didn't mind one iota and her mouth was full of me in more ways than one. She at last gave way, I guess she had her fill, you'd think the others would hold back now, I was still spurting for heaven's sake! But no, Jan was onto me like a starved and hungry animal and I was treated to a new type of sucking, for each of them it was different in their own way, and I got to enjoy the diversity of all of that, the sipping; the gently nibble, the deep throat suck, the slow and succulent suck - it was all a great adventure and after Rachel anything seemed to go. Other girls wanted a taste f the cream, I managed one but wanted to save myself for Jasmin later, but those who followed seemed happy to get the dribbles, which sounds crude but, well they enjoyed. They couldn't get enough and the other girls looked on, as they did with my buddies, waiting earnestly for their turn, beautiful faces and eyes scanning me which made it all so wonderfully perfect and I was glad to be of service. Girls are enthralled with the idea of cock sucking - most anyway I discovered and this way, they could enjoy without any involvement. It seemed to become natural for me just to stand there and offer myself freely, watching those expressions, eyes wide and expectant, then the feel of those soft lisps encircle me, teasing my foreskin back to enjoy a lick of the plum was sensational and when it was all done, I did feel so good, the girls thanked me even and said they preferred me to the others. But I didn't tell my buddies that! But being egotistic like guys are, I guess I was the biggest of all and could maintain a good stiff erection for the whole evening, so long as I got plenty of sucking attention. I guess another chat to Rachel as I was leaving and about to drive off was really enticing, for she said not only would she pay me but she would show me what it was really all about hook, line and sinker. So what the heck! I am going to go for it. Next Wednesday she said,. Will fill you up later... The Quirks of Maldivian Life I was in the island for two days. Through one of my contacts I had arranged for a resident to show me around and a guy in his early 20s called Mussad (not his real name of course) was the dude who took up the job. Upon arrival in the island in the morning Mussad offered to let me sleep in his room 'because it will save me the money' but just to be nice I offered to give him the money I had brought to rent a day room and he kindly accepted with a smile. There was nothing 'gay' about him so I wasn't expecting anything to happen that night as there was a lot of room on his king-sized bed and I figured that we could sleep peacefully both of us on opposite sides without 'touching' each other. But perhaps I was secretly expecting something 'naughty' to happen because with island dudes, who are not cynical like Male's somewhat uptight and urban dwellers, the fair amount of 'surprises' I get during my travels made me sense that this time too life will turn out exciting. We hung around the whole time during the day so we got tired almost at the same time, around 3am, and my departure was at 8am. I changed into my boxers and T-shirt and lay on the side of the bed that was closer to the wall. Mussad came out of the toilet in his boxers too but topless and I felt a weird sensation at the thought of sleeping so near to a naked chiseled island chest. So I turned to face the wall and tried to sleep. I sensed him climb into the bed and lie down on the other side. I lay quietly, fearful of making any movements that might suggest to him that something was not 'normal' with me. Soon I grew very relaxed and started falling asleep... Suddenly I opened my eyes when I sensed that something had wrapped itself around me. I realized that Mussad had wrapped his right leg around my right leg and I began to wonder whether it was deliberate or not. I looked at the clock on the wall and it suggested that I was asleep not for more than 15 minutes. I know some Maldivians who do this 'trick' to seduce you: it's just a form of testing. The idea works like this: he 'accidentally' wraps his leg around you and if it turns out you are not gay and that if you confront him, he will say it was an 'accident' and there's nothing you can do about it and so he can easily get away with it be feigning innocence. But if he finds you 'accommodating', that is, if you didn't make it a big issue he might give another nudge until you openly consent to it; or if you want it's your chance now to acknowledge his 'hint' and start doing 'it' because obviously he has taken the initiative and he expects you to 'confirm' it by a 'positive' act from your part. I lay quietly and he still kept his leg wrapped around me. I then sensed him move closer and soon I felt his breath on my neck as I felt his chest press on my back, and I then I felt his dick, very hard, pressing hard between my butt cheeks. He then started rubbing it between my bums and then got more excited and began thrusting harder -- as if he wanted to enter me. My anus started opening-and-closing in alternate succession as it grew excited itself and I thought, what the hell, I'll let him enter, and if he later complained to me of 'dragging him into a gay act' I can get away like him too by claiming that I did it in sleep too and therefore I didn't know what I was doing exactly. So I felt safe as I dragged down my boxers and then I pulled my right arm over and pushed his boxers down as well and as I expected, he himself pushed down and got rid of his own boxers. Hmmm... Now we were both completely naked and we were still lying in that position -- my back to his front. Now there was nothing blocking him from pushing his dick further and harder down along my anal area and the direct touch of his glans on my bared asshole and balls made me go into a frenzy. But I caught myself and thought that I won't have sex with a man who was pretending to sleep. So I thought of blowing him, slowly, to work him into a frenzy too, so that at some point he would realize that I knew that he cannot be asleep anymore and therefore he can finally decide to act adult and accept what was happening. In other words sex that is carried out with full acknowledgement is more satisfying than sex carried out in denial because even if the dude doesn't view himself as gay, if he's repressed he might act hostilely later but if he's not repressed but closeted then at least his 'opening' up to you means that he is willing to share his 'dirty' secret with you and therefore the sex you have after that acknowledgement wouldn't result in him acting confusedly later towards you. I pushed my left hand down and caught the glans and began to squeeze it gently. I felt it grow hard and full in my hands and then I squeezed it hard and that worked him into a frenzy again. I did that a few times and then I felt him grab his penis in his right hand, guide it to my anus, and give a push. It hurt a bit because I wasn't naturally lubricated yet but I knew that the fact that he wanted to enter me without even the possibility of oral sex was a signal that he was wanting to cum. And soon. So I got up immediately and bent over his cock and took it in my mouth. I sucked on the glans only in order to keep him excited but not enough to make him cum. Not just yet. Suddenly his left hand found my bum and his index finger found its way down my but crack and to my utter pleasure that finger playfully caressed my exposed anus which began to open and close in alternate non-stop turns, indicating that I too was getting excited enough to be entered. He then suddenly thrust in the tip of his index finger, not unkindly, and began making rounding motions, feeling the inner walls of my rectum. I wondered whether it was his first time in getting to feel the warm, soft and ultra tight comfort of a male ass. I knew that if he had continued that that I would cum before my own 'plan' became successful so I 'politely' moved away from his 'fingering' and moved around to face his crotch and with my two hands I lifted up his legs to expose the sweet dark opening that lay hidden down there. I saw it alternately opening and closing, a clear and sure sign that it was obliging me. I dived in. He moaned. And that made me lick him harder. He gave out long gasps that went like a 'ssssssssssssssss' and my own erection went several notches higher. But I wasn't ready to 'give in' yet and as his body naturally tried to 'withdraw' from me, unable to take the onslaught on his asshole anymore, I held onto his legs in an iron grip and refused to let him go. As I dug in into his ass, my tongue reaching inside his rectum, he moaned in pleasure and then I saw the telltale signs that he might cum when I sensed his balls acting 'up', a sure sign that the moment was imminent when he had to give up his sweet load, for Jesus' sake. So I stopped rimming and looked up. His mouth was agape and he was breathing hard, as if he had been lifting heavy stones all day to build an Egyptian pyramid. I could see that he was tired from all that excitement but he still did not open his eyes! So time for another strategy I thought... I slowly inserted my right index finger (I hope God will forgive me one day for desecrating that holy finger uncontrollably so many times in my life) into his ass and began making 'up and down' motions. His body began heaving up in pleasure. He began to move his body up and down, accommodating my holy finger, and I felt the familiar warm, soft and yet tight comfort of his anus. At this point you might wonder, what trick? Well the trick was this: I finger-fucked him yet at the same time I left his penis alone. I continued finger-fucking him and soon I had the expected result... He moved his right hand down and found his cock and began to stroke it. He did it real hard and I knew he wanted to come no matter what. So I firmly caught his right hand with my right hand and politely made him leave his cock alone. He had no choice but to keep his right hand by his side on the bed because I knew that he knew that a 'sleeping' man was not supposed to make too vigorous 'intentional' moves and especially if he wanted to pretend that this sexual act was happening without his being aware of it. I sensed him 'playing' with me so, in all my pride, I wasn't about to give in too. Call it politics among males but I like to be treated equal and fair. So I didn't stop. Not yet anyway. Then quite predictably I saw his left hand finding its way to his penis and beginning to stroke it. Again! Not real hard this time because I think he may have thought that if he didn't make any vigorous movements in masturbating I might leave him alone to his devices thinking that he won't be cumming any sooner. But my concern then shifted to the possibility that if I let him play with his thing however gently, he was already ready to cum and therefore it was a matter of time before he shot up his load into the air whether he masturbated slowly or harder this time. So once again I politely but firmly caught his hand, made him withdraw it from his penis, and let it rest by his side. I continued finger-fucking him and from then on he obediently left his penis alone but I knew that deep down he was dying to cum. But I had him. The excitement of my finger pushing deep inside him made him naturally unable to make himself immune to the pleasure I was giving, and therefore with no choice, no hope and no free will, like an automated robot he continued his up-and-down body thrusts, my finger inside his hole keeping his arousal not only alive but building him up into a foreseeable frenzy. Now that I had my total control over him for the moment (my finger was inside his body after all) his penis which had a mind of its own had no choice but to keep on 'dancing' to my every 'twist' as well. Strategically then, I pushed my face into his crotch area and the telltale smell drifted into my nostrils making me extra horny. I wondered why I thoroughly enjoyed this somewhat stale smell that reminded me of rotten bottoms of dead coconut palm trunks and I guessed it was because we are all made up of the same material: the rotting clay of the decomposing earth. How clever of Nature to 'trick' us into liking this smell, yet this is what all wars seem to have been fought for, for sex makes the world go round, as the cliche goes. I began to lick his balls, taking one at a time fully into my mouth, and together with the finger-fucking he became really excited and almost thrust up into a sitting position. But I strategically left his shaft and glans alone because I knew that a man can never feel fully satisfied, even if he came, if you didn't directly play with the shaft and glans at the moment of orgasm. And suddenly, but not surprisingly, I heard the familiar words: "Suck me." I looked up and saw his eyes open. But his eyelids were heavy and his breathing coming in gasps as if he couldn't focus his mind on anything else now that my assault on his genitals had reached the critical point of no return. He looked serious as he said those words, "(please) blow (me)", and I knew that he was now almost pleading and that it would be pure torture if I didn't give in immediately to his request and make him cum ASAP. I dutifully took his glans into my mouth and with my left hand, I began to stroke his shaft, making sure my fingers also continued touching at least some part of his balls. I made sure that my simultaneously playing with his ass, balls, shaft and glans would give him the time of his life. Then suddenly, but not unexpectedly, I felt him firmly grab the back of my head, and I felt him trying to push my head away from his penis. I looked up and he was looking at me and in a weak voice managed to give out a croak that sounded like: "hey, I'm about to cum." Such 'friendly caution' comes sometimes when you have casual sex with dudes you just met. It happens that some dudes don't like to swallow cum although they are gay and this was a 'courteous' way of letting you know that you have a choice of swallowing it or not depending on your taste as all the groundwork (such as what we specifically like to do or not in bed) is not discussed beforehand as the encounter is casual after all. So you have no choice but to lay these little 'ground rules' while in the act itself. But as it happens, when you have an erection, you don't generally give a damn about anything else. All you want is to reach orgasm, cum, whether in the hands of a man or woman not mattering at all at that moment. There are only a few guys I came across who were completely against my swallowing their cum and during those times some of them told me that they thought that bodily fluids are "disgusting" and that it's different from sucking a cock because a cock is just a "rubbery muscle with no fluids on its outer surface". Could this dude also have an attitude like that, I wondered... Basically I couldn't care less because I find everything about the male body beautiful and delicious. So as I said most guys I met after giving this 'cautionary notice' just let you suck on them if you insist on doing that and they are OK with you swallowing their cum. I decided to take that risk with Mussad and I smiled at him to say that everything is cool and went down and continued blowing him. But I managed only to take his glans into my mouth when suddenly, without warning, his whole body shot up in the air and into a sitting position, and his hard-as-a-rock cock found its way deep into my throat. It was so sudden I almost choked. He then grabbed the back of my head and forced my head down hard on him. He couldn't control it, I guess. I felt his fresh-smelling pubes pushing into my nose and my chin buried deep into his balls. As he held onto me like that for a split second or too, I felt the telltale heaving of his balls. His penis at last gave its final violent push and I felt the familiar but welcome warmth trickle down my throat. And I was extremely glad at the same time that I didn't choke. I guess I had deepthroated so many times that even in unexpected moments like this I was ready for it though in early years I had to go at it slowly because I felt like choking and vomiting whenever I felt a cock 'filling' the deep inside of my throat. I gratefully drank all the juice flowing out of him. And when at last I felt the last of the hot droplets, I held onto him and didn't immediately withdraw. Then slowly I felt his hand release my head and I knew that he was fully satiated. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and slowly, tightly, I withdrew my mouth, managing to bring out all the remaining liquid in his urinal pipe. As I took his glans out of my mouth, I licked clean the last few droplets and seeing the 'mouth' of his glans as if it was 'smiling' at me with pleasure, I planted a quick light kiss on it and I looked up and saw that he was smiling :) "Let's go and wash in the sea," he then said quietly, and added, "naked" -- for emphasis I think. I guess he was still horny so I didn't mind. It was around 5:30am and the sky was just lighting up but we didn't feel afraid because his home was in a quiet falhu part of the island and it was just about 50 feet from the beach and there were bushes all around us right up to the beach that grew as tall as us and therefore would keep us hidden while we took the walk to the beach, naked. We did some skinny dipping and after a few minutes of splashing around, came out of the water and still not spying anyone coming from either side of the beach, we decided to risk some more and sat on a patch of grass and relaxed. He sat looking at the horizon as if in serious thought. I sensed that something was troubling and that was not a good sign. So I ask him: "Why? What's wrong?" "You know," he began, "you shouldn't have swallowed my cum." Then he turned towards me but I didn't know what to make of that look so I pretended to be innocent and raised my right eyebrow to sign to him to explain himself more... "Nothing's wrong," he replied, still holding my eyes, "but I'm uncomfortable because I think sperm is meant only for the pleasure of women since it's a 'sexual object'". I pretended to be indignant and asked him in a playful tone: "Well, your cock is also a 'sexual object', no? And yet you let me suck it." "That's different," he said, still holding my eyes. "What's different?" I pressed again. "Well, the dick is just a muscular 'ejaculator' for the semen, hence, the penis is not a sexual object in itself. I think it's a common error that people make because it acts as the medium by which the cum is delivered from the balls and out into the vagina or a woman's mouth," he elaborated, and then added, "So I don't think a man should swallow another man's cum although you may suck his cock." "I see," I replied, my eyes also not letting him go. Was it defiance? I think it was more of confusion on my part and therefore I didn't know what kind of a response would have been appropriate in that situation. He didn't say anything then so I thought I will say something to calm him down: "Alright, next time I won't swallow your cum." Predictably he brightened up and smiled too. Then, just on a hunch, I casually asked him: "Next time when you cum, where would you have it in?" He immediately replied: "Your ass of course." "My ass?" I was dumbfounded. Liwat or anal intercourse (also called sodomy) is haram (prohibited) as popularly taught in the Maldives though we know that Afghans believe that masturbation, gay sex and even bestiality with goats is halal (legal) in order to prevent oneself from going out of control and committing the "more graver sin" that is fornication with a woman. Ironic but no two individual humans are alike in thinking and that's a fact however difficult it makes things for ordinary humans like us -- as far as staying within the so-called 'decent boundaries' are concerned when conducting our private sexual affairs. Anyway I thought why the ass and not the mouth since the ass would be 'more dirty' than the mouth which will be relatively clean (because I also happened to brush my teeth before bedtime). I didn't actually voice this thought but he then started explaining by himself: "The ass is for shitting and therefore you can dump anything dirty down there since it's already a dirty place down there." I didn't know what to say to that. But I thought I should take advantage when the opportunity had presented itself because who was I to judge another person's opinion? After all when you really think about it he has a valid point of view because he has in his own way rationalized 'gay' sex purely on the criteria of what makes a 'sexual object' depending on its biological 'function' and 'need.' "But you'll have to do it with a condom because I never fuck anybody or let myself be fucked without a rubber. It's dangerous these times you know," I told him. He gave out an extended "ooookkkkk" and I knew that he wasn't totally happy about it but I wasn't going to take any risks with a guy I had just come to know so he would have to settle only for the 'tightness' of my hole, foregoing the 'warm' and 'soft' part of it. At least on this trip. We walked back to his place and it was almost 6am and we could see things clearly now. I took out two condoms and we did each other in turn. When he entered me, it was in the doggy position and he specifically requested that position and later told me that that position made him really horny. I applied the lubricant I always carried with me on my trips onto my ass and watched him put on the condom on his modest-sized cock. It always makes me damn horny to watch another guy put a condom on his hardened dick.