HOMEMinxi Goes Abroad:
Ed and Adrian Reunite[ MM, MMF, oral, ws, light scat, drugs, cd, exhib ]
by Ed & Minxi Stercus, © 2011, all rights reserved
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For a while we were a relatively normal couple. I took Minxi out to dinners, movies, plays, concerts. She had a whole lot more money than I did, so she paid for it all most of the time. I just did the driving.
My time at the frat house dropped practically to nothing, and Minxi turned down all “other business”. We grew closer every day and learned all about each other. When we weren't studying and attending class, we were together. We practically lived in her little office, sleeping on the crappy love seat pull-out couch she had. Her office mate kept hours for students once a week on Wednesdays, so we steered clear during those times, but otherwise it was our little haven. Especially the bathroom.
We fucked all the time, naturally. Most of it, believe it or not, was fairly standard. Minxi loved piss, though – still does – so she drank from me even when we weren't about to fuck. I don't think a day went by that I didn't get some incredible head from her, along with a nice, long, leisurely piss down her greedy throat.
She saved shit play for special occasions, when we'd have a lot of time and opportunity. I got adept at eating from her ass, and she taught me the right daily nutrition in order to produce turds that satisfied her cravings. She loves firm, almost hard turds. She likes to fellate them and fuck herself with them, among other things. I'd say that first eight months of our relationship we probably involved shit in our sex life about a quarter of the time. (I'll post some stories about those escapades as time goes on, I'm sure, but they'll really just be straight-stroke stuff, like scenes ripped out of the larger story. I know people are often fine with that, though, so I'll try to put some out looking ahead.)
Then it was summer and she went to Europe. For the whole fucking summer. She'd won a provisional fellowship to study with a prestigious university, and if the first phase of her teaching and writing went well, they'd extend her stay into the entire following year. She had to help lead two seminars, plus organize a symposium, but if there was one thing Minxi did even better than fucking, it was school. I was bummed. I was probably going to be without her for almost 18 months!
This was back in the dawn of the world wide web. It wasn't like we could cam back and forth or send each other uploads of dirty pictures of ourselves. Digital cameras were barely better than 1 MP anyway, and they cost a fortune. We had the universities' “old fashioned” internet, of course, to keep us connected – which meant a lot of IRC chatting on campus in the computer lab. Nobody had it at their own residence back in 1993 – at least nobody that I knew. It was a little tough having kinky chat, though, when you knew there was some lab rat administrator somewhere in the building with you watching your every line of conversation. Minxi and I quickly got frustrated.
We talked a lot on the phone, of course, from the privacy of our own rooms. I can't tell you how many calling cards I burned through! That was better, because I could jack off with her while we talked dirty and made up fantasies about what we'd like to be doing.
And then we got too horny to stay faithful.
We knew it was going to happen. We'd agreed before she left that we would not attempt to remain monogamous. We also agreed to be open about it if the other person asked, but we wouldn't volunteer information unless we were asked. It was all very mature and sensible and pretty much a hope heaping fuckload of torture, if I ever stopped to think about it.
Then Minxi made a request.
“I want you to fuck as many boys as you want,” she said. “But no girls. Not a single one. Would you do that for me? Fuck your little frat brothers? Suck and fuck and be queer?”
I agreed. In return I told her that I wanted her to lez out. I wanted her to rampage through the female population at her school. I told her “no boys”, and she gave her consent.
Needless to say, I felt pretty good after that conversation, and that evening I was back at the frat for the first time in a long time, knocking on Adrian's door.
A billowing cloud of marijuana smoke and incense came pouring out of Adrian's room as he pushed the door wide. He was naked, as was his usual custom when smoking in his room. I made no attempt to hide my eager stare at his flaccid, heavy cock hanging so low between his legs. He had a monster, and I loved it. I was just about to drop to my knees and service him right there in the doorway when I noticed he had company. Two other guys were busy fucking away on the floor, while a third knelt nearby, obviously waiting for Adrian to return.
Adrian smiled, though, and pulled me in. Black Sabbath cranked back up on his stereo. I sat down in front of a bong and got to work, while the kneeling dude started up his work on Adrian, who lay back next to me puffing on a joint.
“You break up with the whore?” he asked. Both of us watched his cock fattening, stiffening, and filling the mouth of the freshman slavering over it. Soon all ten inches were standing proud, and the freshman was doing his best to get it as far into his throat as possible. Adrian stroked the kid's hair and smiled.
“This is one awesome pledge,” he murmured. Then he turned his face to me and we kissed. And kept on kissing. Eventually he made the kid squat over his cock and take it to the root in his scrawny eighteen year-old ass. After getting the freshman settled, riding him facing away, grunting and sweating from ten inches of meat ramming his guts, Adrian turned back to me and we kissed some more.
Eventually he asked again: “The whore?” I finally answered: “She's gone.”
Adrian smiled and pulled the boy off his cock. The kid staggered to his feet, then knelt back beside his fraternity master, who pointed at his slimy, slightly browned cock. The boy went back to work with his mouth, moaning as he tasted his own shit.
Adrian narrowed his eyes and smiled. “So I guess that means you want to hang out again, huh?” I nodded. He snorted and finished off his joint. Finally he thrust his chin toward his closet. “That's cool, babe,” he said, “but I gotta make sure you pay a little bit for making me do without your tight ass this whole last semester.”
I knew what he wanted. I stripped and went to his closet, found one of my outfits, and started to dress. I wasn't then – and still am not now – a very manly-man, in terms of my physique. I'm 5'10”, skinny, with narrow shoulders and long, thin hands and feet. I looked rather delicate compared to Adrian (and a lot of other guys). Maybe it was because I'd never been an athlete. Who knows. I just wasn't muscular. My cock was long and thin, like the rest of me, and it tucked up great between my legs, pushing back into the crack of my ass. Adrian even kept some surgical tape to kept it well hidden. One of the perk of being pre-med, I suppose. He had a lot of paraphernalia and outfits. I didn't choose the nurse, though. I went for his favorite – the chinadress.
Thong, lacy bra, compression-top thigh highs, then the simple, sexy blue-and-black of the chinadress. I had just enough fat around my nipples to make the a-cup bra hold a little something, but it was still baggy. Adrian had teased me in the past about needing to get on estrogen, but thankfully I hadn't even come close to getting serious about that. I liked being a bisexual male. Anyway, I wasn't sure if Minxi would have liked it. (We have since had a meeting of the minds about that! More to tell on that one later....)
I reached for the bra inserts Adrian had bought for me and slid them into the cups. Next was the makeup. I was suddenly very glad I'd decided to shave just prior to coming over. He had a little arrangement for me on a shelf in his closet, with a lighted mirror and everything. I stood there for a few minutes remembering which foundation I liked, getting the eyeliner right without blinding myself, shading my eyelids, plucking a few eyebrows, etc. By the time I finished with the lip liner, it felt – and I looked – like old times. I brushed and pulled up my long hair into a bun, fixing it in place with a crossed pair of chop sticks. Adrian even still had my old pair of black peep toe pumps still sitting up on the top shelf. I loved those shoes!
By the time I was finished I was, frankly, one hot-looking piece of ass. Adrian had shooed the other guys out his room by then and was sitting naked on his bed, smoking another joint and waiting for his turn to change. I asked him what we would be doing.
“Going out, of course,” he grinned.
“To Smokey's on the Alley?” It was the gay bar he liked to take me to, when he wanted me on display.
“Nope,” his grin widened. “We're going downtown, baby. The Four Seasons. A little dinner, a little dancing, and then we're gonna fuck. A lot.”
I was shocked and thrilled and terrified and horny all at once. “That's so... so... straight,” I stammered. “I can't really pass that good, can I?”
Adrian shrugged and stood up. His cock was still half-hard and a little slimy. A thin drop of something fell from the tip down onto the carpet between his feet. “Yeah, I think you can,” he said. “That's why I like you dressing up for me so much, babe.” He leaned his face close to mine, delicately running his tongue over my done-up and parted lips. Then he blew a little smoke up my nose and chuckled.
He stepped past me to get at his closet. He was three inches taller and nearly eighty pounds heavier than me. He was solid muscle, with huge shoulders and traps, biceps to die for, and a narrow waist and tight ass that made me weak. I put my hands lightly on his back and just stood stroking his lats while he tried to decide on a shirt. I leaned in and licked his spine. My cock threatened to rip out of its tape, though, so I reluctantly decided to step back and let myself cool down. I squatted carefully beside his bong and found another joint in a baggie. I lit it for myself and went over to stare at his gigantic Judas Priest poster. (Rob Halford looks so much better now with his shaved head and goatee, doesn't he?)
Next thing, we were in the huge elegant dining room of the Four Seasons, eating shrimp cocktail and drinking some really nice Chardonnay. Adrian had me wearing black elbow gloves, which I'd never done before. I felt so fucking regal. It was one of the most amazing dates of my life. Men all over the room were staring at me with obvious hunger. I knew I looked great. I sat up straight and held my head high, emphasizing the curve of my bare neck and the lump at the front of my throat. Hey, assholes, I'm a man, I called out to them in my mind. Don't you want to fuck me anyway?!
After steaks and a slice of cheesecake we went up to the rooftop bar and had some amaretto sours. I got pretty well fucked up, and so did Adrian. We danced. His hands were all over me. We frenched for at least an hour in a corner booth, and then he said it was time. I raised my ass off the plush leather seat and pulled up the hem of my tight dress, while Adrian reached for the surgical tape covering my crotch and pulled it free. Next, he flipped my cock out of the side of my thong, taking care to free my balls as well. I sat back down, the hem of my dress still held up around my waist, and Adrian proceeded to stroke me off.
“Just sit back and enjoy it, baby,” he whispered, dropping one of the bar's soft red cloth napkins onto my folded hands. “Just try not to get your junk on the dress, OK?” I nodded and bit my lower lip, glancing all around. Since we were in the corner, guarded on both sides by some very strategically-placed ficus plants, only people looking at us straight-on could tell what Adrian was doing. Our waitress, of course, noticed as soon as she brought us fresh drinks. Her face was absolutely purple.
“He- here you go,” she stuttered, staring down at my penis in Adrian's muscular grip. “Oh my God....” she muttered, mesmerized.
Adrian winked at her and slid her a twenty dollar bill. “This is for your discretion,” he told her, eying her up and down. She was our age, probably a girl who attended our school. He slid her one of our electronic room keys next. “This is for your ass,” he went on, winking again. “If you'd like to have a couple queers try to fuck it, that is. Would you like to come party with us, you know, a little later on...?”
He was slick like that. Nobody could ever resist Adrian. The trembling waitress nodded and took the twenty and the room key and backed away. “I get off at 11,” she whispered, blushing brighter than ever. “I- I'll see you then.”
“Yes we will,” Adrian chuckled, turning and kissing me deeply. The girl gasped and fled, stuffing the key and the cash into a pocket.
I got close then, and I began to arch my back and pump against Adrian's hand. “All right baby,” he mouthed against my ear, nibbling at me. “You can come.”
And I did. Spurt after spurt shot up into the air, most of it landing on the table and my thighs. One glob went into my drink, much to my pleasant surprise a few moments later. I rolled my head around and moaned, because Adrian kept on stroking, about to drive me mad. I felt my hair loosen in the bun, the chopsticks sliding free. I didn't care. It was the worst, best torture to be pumped for so long after coming. Some of you might understand. Adrian just cooed at me and smoothed hair out of my face with his other hand. Then, finally, after I was clearly sweating hard with my makeup about to run, he let me go.
A middle-aged couple across the bar, sitting up at a high round table, had been watching us intently. The woman had her hand very discretely inside the man's pants, obviously massaging him. They raised their glasses to us as I rearranged my underwear and dress. Adrian saluted back and downed his drink with gusto. I balled up the surgical tape and tossed it into his empty glass. I was exhausted, mildly stoned, fairly drunk, and definitly still horny. Ah, those college days!
Soon enough it was eleven o'clock; we staggered out of the bar and rode the elevator down to our room, kissing noisily as we fumbled our way in. Adrian opened the mini bar and poured a tiny bottle of rum down his throat, as I redid my hair in the mirror. He turned on ESPN and took off his shoes, and then the waitress came in, still wearing her work clothes, but taking them off with every step closer that she came to us in that beautiful hotel room.
“You guys are so fuckin' HOT!” she squealed, practically ripping her shirt open and tearing her bra off. She was not so bad herself. Adrian knew how to pick them.
“Here, honey,” Adrian purred. He tossed her a mini bottle of tequila, which she downed with one deep, experienced gulp. He tossed over another, then lit a joint. We sat for a while cross-legged on the big king sized bed, passing the huge doobie around while the girl took her time with that second mini bottle. Nobody said much. She was staring at me a lot. I was still in my dress, although my hair and makeup was well and truly fucked.
“He's a sexy bitch, isn't he?” Adrian asked her. She nodded. “Ever been fucked by a ladyboy?”
“He- he doesn't have real tits, does he?” she stammered. Adrian and I both laughed.
“No honey, he's all man – especially where it counts!” Adrian chuckled. “He's just, well, girly, don't you think? There are places in Asia right now where he could live 24/7 as a woman, just as he is now, and nobody would question it. And men would pay loads to fuck his tight ass all night long.”
“I'd like to see that....” she muttered, a sly smile on her face. She was flushed from the tequila and cannabis, swaying a little. She wore only her panties, and they were clearly soaked in the crotch.
Adrian handed her the joint and leaned over to kiss me. We gave her a long show, deep kissing for what seemed like forever. My jaw ached, my lips were bruised, but by the time we broke it off we were both hard as rocks and dying to fuck. The girl, meanwhile, had finished the rest of our smoke and had gotten rid of the panties. She stroked her clit with abandon, watching us intently.
“Suck each other's cocks!” she pleaded. I took my usual position on my back, allowing Adrian to fuck my mouth while he slathered my cock with his tongue. It had been a long time since taking him that way; my throat wasn't ready for it. I gagged a lot, but eventually my muscles remembered how to take him. He slowly slid in and out of my throat, down to his root, while the girl leaned forward and gaped in amazement. I panted through my nose, tears flowing freely down my face. Adrian moaned every now and then, sucking on the head of my cock like it was a lollipop.
“Will you shoot in his mouth?” the girl asked, and Adrian asked her if she wanted him to. She said she did, so he picked up the pace. In a matter of moments his cock swelled tremendously, choking me. It throbbed over and over, spurting down into my esophagus – sperm I couldn't taste but could definitely feel, hot and heavy as it flowed down into my stomach. I reflexively swallowed, but the mass of his cock in my throat was there, so it gripped him like a vise (and it hurt me a little, as it usually did). He loved it, though, and that made me happy. Even if my throat would be a little sore for the next several days.
Then he slid out. I coughed for a while, recovering, while Adrian and the waitress made out. He massaged her breasts and asked her if she liked the taste of my cock in his mouth. She just moaned.
I rolled off the bed and started a slow strip. She broke off the kiss and watched intently. When I was finally naked Adrian stood up and took me in his arms, lifting me like his bride. “Come on, honey,” he told the waitress, walking toward the bathroom. “It's time you saw what else we queers like to do.”
She followed us into the well-appointed bathroom and watched as Adrian lowered me into the hug jacuzzi tub. He started a slow stream of warm water from the spigot and the stepped back. I got up on my knees and waited. Adrian was still dressed, with only his thick cock hanging out of his trousers. He unzipped and stepped out of them, then took off his shirt. The girl sighed. Adrian was gorgeous, after all!
“All right, open up,” he told me, stepping back towards me until his thighs touched the side of the tub. I raised my face and opened my mouth as he aimed the tip of his dick.
The girl stepped closer – right up to Adrian's hip – to see. “You- you're gonna piss on him?”
Adrian laughed. “No, babe.” He pointed with his free hand at me. “He is going to drink my delicious urine.” She giggled, shivering. Adrian shrugged. “Of course, I might piss on him, too, maybe a little. Maybe after he's had his fill.”
So I drank him down. He had a lot to give. It rained against my face in a hot torrent. Adrian loved to tease, so he aimed it all around my mouth but never quite directly in. My hair, my eyes, my nose – even my chin got targeted. Never my tongue. No, I had to work for it.
The waitress was openly masturbating again by the time Adrian finished. He winked at me, then turned to her and gestured at me.
“Well, step up, honey. It's your turn.”
With wide eyes, giggling even more, she took his offered hand and let him help her over the edge and into the tub. I leaned back, then lay back fully into the warmth of the few inches of water as she straddled my chest.
“Ever pissed on somebody?” Adrian asked, squatting down beside her, stroking her nearest thigh. She shook her head. “Well,” he counseled, “just relax. Think about that warm water splashing over your fee-” and she was pissing. Splattering me. Her piss was even hotter than Adrian's and it sprayed much wider, soaking me thoroughly. I moaned and rubbed it all over my chest and neck and face, reveling.
She finished and immediately squatted on my hard cock, burying herself in one swift plunge. We both let out an involuntary “Oof!” at the same time, then we both laughed. Adrian rose, but not before patting the waitress on her trembling back.
“Well, that looks like fun,” he grinned. “I think I'll go grab another smoke and watch.” He walked out for only a moment, returning with another lit doobie in his hand, and he sat down on the lid of the toilet with a slight leer, toking away as he stared at her fucking me.
The waitress got into it, too. She leaned over me, licking my face and neck, tasting Adrian's piss along with her own. She growled and groaned and fucked me hard, coming at least twice almost right away. I held her tits, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs, and lolled my head side-to-side in the deliciously warm, rising water.
Then Adrian stood and began to piss again, without warning. And this time he showered the girl. He got her hair first. She started, yelping like a puppy. She ducked instinctively and froze on top of me. The she shook all over, coming for a third time. She turned her face into the stream, her eyes and mouth closed, and allowed Adrian to bathe her face with his piss. The she opened her mouth just a little, then a little more. By the time he was dribbling out she was drinking lustily and gazing up at him, this wild expression on her face. When he finished she leaned over and sucked him, moaning constantly, as she began to ride me more furiously than ever.
Then she abruptly jumped off me and pointed down at my jerking, slick cock.
“Fuck him!” she shouted. “Fucking fuck him! Please!” She was masturbating again, her eyes wide.
Adrian laughed and shrugged, pinching off his joint and tossing it over onto the counter. Then he climbed in with me as I raised my legs, putting my heels up onto his shoulders as he leaned over me.
“That's it!” the waitress urged. “Fuck his ass! Fuck his tight asshole!”
With a sigh, I relaxed and let him in. It took a while. A really long stretch of minutes played out as Adrian patiently eased himself home, while I concentrated on opening. I couldn't see the girl anymore. I assumed she was leaning over behind Adrian, watching him get all the way inside. Then, slow and steady, he began to stroke his meat back and forth within me.
I was in heaven.
“Oh my fuckin' GOD, this is so hot!” the girl squealed from somewhere nearby. “You're really fucking him! With that huge fuckin' cock, too!”
Soon I was flipped, and the real hammering began. Adrian squatted over my ass and pounded me good. He was a stud of studs. I was gasping, plunging my face into the bath water, about to drown. Adrian reached out and let loose the drain because I couldn't get at it from having to brace myself back against his thrusts. I felt exquisitely stuffed. It's a sensation that's so hard to describe to people, really. If you've ever been ass-fucked with love by a big, skillful cock, you know what I mean. Nothing else can compare. It's incredible.
Reaching my limit, I growled out, “I'm gonna come!” The girl reappeared then, leaning over the edge of the tub, putting her face down near my drooling cock.
“You're not even hard anymore,” she complained. “How can you come like that?”
“He can't help it,” Adrian panted, working me hard, his hands strong on my waist, leaning heavily into me with each thrust. “I'm fucking it out of him.”
And he was right. A moment later my prostate gave the first of at least a dozen mighty spasms, sending me shuddering into orgasm. My semi-hard cock shot jet after jet of semen down into the dwindling pool of bath water. Even after my jism was spent, my cock continued to jerk and fire, my prostate still in a state of agitation. It actually almost hurt by the time it was done, and I could hardly even keep myself from collapsing.
“Wow,” was all the waitress could murmur, gazing slack-jawed down at the thick white streams of my cum heading for the drain.
Then Adrian grunted and tapped my ass cheek. “I'm ready.”
He withdrew and I spun around on my haunches, opening my mouth for his finish. The girl saw it before I did – the big smear of brown all up and down on his cock, and the neat little ball of turd stuck to the end of it. She gasped and came again as I simply took him down my throat. He held me by the hair and pumped a few more times, then he shot me full again.
“You're swallowing his- his shit!” she whispered. “Oh. My. God.” She lay fully onto her back then, still watching me suck him past completion as he shook over me. She put both hands onto her pussy and launched into her strongest orgasm of the night, arching her back and thumping her heels against the tile floor.
She ended up sleeping with us overnight, and Adrian and I got to double-fuck her in the morning before we split up. I got her ass, since I wasn't nearly as thick as Adrian. I came first, and when I pulled out she insisted that I come around to her mouth. My cock was clean, but as she sucked on it she bucked and moaned and came even harder than the night before. I wonder if Adrian and I unlocked something in that girl, you know?
Anyway, it didn't hit me until the following week, when I sat around in my dorm waiting for Minxi's weekly call – but I finally realized that I'd broken our promise. I'd spent most of the past week going back to the frat house and letting Adrian use my ass, true, but at the beginning of it all I'd fucked a girl. And it was right after us deciding on all that, too! I felt like such an ass.
That's it for now. Minxi still won't sit down and give me anything yet, but I'd really like her to tell about her time in Europe. Keep your fingers crossed! I'll post more soon, whether she decides to or not.
Let me know if you liked it! That would be great.
- Ed
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