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Subject: {ASSM} "Crossing the Line" (MM MFM) by Creampie Eater
Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 15:10:03 -0400
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This is a story about sex between consenting adults.
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also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
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NOTES:

Warning: this story contains male homosexual
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Crossing the Line
-----------------

Saturday, I had a lot of extra free time.  Some of it
I spent writing, some of it I spent searching for
geocaches (1 found, 1 not).  A lot of it I spent
downloading porn from USENET newsgroups.

Somehow, I found myself downloading long videos of
blowjobs and anal sex.  I felt myself getting into the
old bi-sexual mode, where I fantasize it is me giving
the hummers and receiving a nice deep reaming. 
Although I've been bi-curious simply forever, I have
never really acted on it and have been able to
redirect my energies into less blatant forms such as
creampie eating.  This time, I didn't quite control
myself, and joined a couple local oral sex Yahoo!
groups.

One group revolved around hooking up to do 69s, which
I would love to do.  If you haven't noticed from my
recent stories, I like the idea of having a pussy on
top of my face, mashing down insistently.  The blow
job I can live without.  Maybe I haven't received a
good hummer (my wife has tried exactly once in 18
years, and that was when we first dated and she was
trying to impress me), but I just am not into getting
a blowjob.  However, a 69 is very appealing.  I posted
a message asking if anyone ever hooked up, and have
yet to see any post after that (besides spam).

The other group that popped up when I did a search was
for dick sucking.  Somehow, I imagined it would be a
pretty balanced group, but in fact it is almost
exclusively guys looking for head or guys looking for
a dick to fill their mouths.  Looking back in the
messages, posts from or about women is rare.

Well, at this point in the past I resigned from the
groups, my curiosity scared out of me by the vivid
pending reality.  This time though, I posted a message
stating my feelings on the matter and soliciting
advice from the guys who must have been in my shoes
before crossing the line into guy-guy sex.

Seriously, except for two direct emails from guys
saying I was hot and that they'd love to take my
virginity, the emails were very supportive.  It was
like that stereotype of the sensitive gay man.  For
the first time, instead of feeling scared, I felt
supported.  I got to the place I never thought I'd get
to: actually wanting to actually do it.

I dug into the messages a little more, and found there
was a guy who was five minutes from my office, who had
a place to go to during lunch.  Now, that realization
scared the crap out of me again.  The "its too hard to
hookup" objection was also removed.  Worse, he was one
of the sensitive and honest replies I had received. 
Seemed like, he would be a pretty nice guy.  Damn.

Taking a leap, I wrote to him and told him my
feelings, including how nervous but excited I was. 
Several more emails, and it was me who asked him if he
wanted to meet.  I did ask if I could bring a female
friend as a chaperone.  Let me explain.

To me, meeting a guy is scarier than meeting a lady. 
Guys can be big and even tougher than me.  They also
can be unbalanced, willing to use deadly force if
rebuked.  I've never wanted to meet a guy for that
reason.  And so, I thought having a buddy along to
call 911 seemed like a good idea.  Having a male buddy
realize I wanted to be a cocksucking slut would be
pretty awkward.  So, I imagined having a lady friend
along would make a nice solution to ease my fears.

Scott (his name) agreed at once, whenever I was ready
(This no-pressure approach of his really worked, by
the way).  With that, I turned to figuring out which
lady friend of mine wouldn't think I was a freak.

I know a couple ladies via the internet, who live in
Houston.  I had been honest in my desires with them,
and I knew they would understand.  However, there
really was only one first choice: Jota.

Jota (featured in several stories) is my oldest friend
in Houston.  My former secretary, she was also an on-
and off-again lover.  She's known about my
bi-curiosity forever... well, for at least ten years. 
The last time we had lunch together, she suggested
that she might be able to hook me up with a couple for
sex.  That hadn't happened, but it indicates how
supportive she is of me.  She might not like the
things I wanted to do (she hates giving blowjobs and
wonders why I'd ever want to, and hates anal sex and
wonders at how I love it), but she loves me.

Jota is also a school system employee, with loads of
free time in the summer.  She would have lots of time
to meet with me and Scott over lunch.  I called her
up, and I wasn't at all surprised that she agreed. 
She named her best day, and I wrote Scott.  Soon
after, he called me and we talked for the first time. 
That was seriously nerve-wracking!

Jota picked me up at the curb to my office, and drove
me to Scott's apartment.  He actually lived within
walking distance of my office.  I could almost see his
place from my window.  That nearly freaked me, but
Jota laid a hand on me and calmed my jangled nerves. 
She kissed me softly and held my hand as we knocked in
Scott's door.

Scott was a pretty ordinary-looking guy.  He wasn't a
super-buff weight lifter, and he wasn't a slobberly
fat guy in a stained tank top either.  He was about my
age, and warm.  I don't think I could ever find a man
sexy, but he was nice and that counted for something.

He offered us both a drink, and I appreciated the
Cosmopolitan I received.  They are smooth but sneaky
powerful.  They are also easy to drink, and I polished
half of mine quickly.  Jota took one as well, and sat
in a unobtrusive plush chair in the corner of the
room.

"So... do you want to go through with it?" Scott
asked.

"Yes, before my nerves kill me," I replied.  I was
filled with both incredible anticipation and
incredible nervousness.  It's hard to say which was
the stronger emotion.

"OK, then how about I take off my pants?" Scott
suggested.

"Sounds good," I said.  I watched as he kicked off his
loafers, unbelted his chinos, and let them fall to the
floor.  He picked them up and folded them neatly
before turning back to face me and dropping his
shorts.  I could only stare at his cock.  Flaccid, it
was about the size of mine when I am erect.  It
looked... meaty.  Clean and cut, but meaty.  Hanging
behind I could barely see his ballsack.

"You OK?" he asked quietly.  He took his cock in hand,
and began to slowly milk it.

"Yep," I replied, not really sure if I was.  This was
too real.

"Why don't you take off your pants Clem?" I heard Jota
ask.  Suddenly, my head buzzed but I somehow got my
pants off too.  Less concerned than Scott about my
appearance, I left them in a pile on the floor, topped
with my own briefs.  I had arrived wearing a condom,
in case I exploded at the wrong time.

"Nice," Scott commented, smiling reassuringly at me. 
"How about I sit on the couch?" he suggested.

"Fine," I said, "Good."

Scott backed onto the couch and sat down, still
stroking his cock.  While he was clearly suggesting I
come to him and take a taste, he didn't have that
hungry, aggressive look you see in porn videos.

Deciding to get it over with, I moved to the couch,
and knelt.  Then, stealing my nerves, I lowered my
mouth to his meaty cock.  When it touched my tongue, I
had crossed over the line.  Suddenly unsure now what
to do, I paused and just adjusted to the idea that a
man's cock could possibly be in my mouth.  I felt
Scott gently push down on my head, and I realized that
I should be trying to please him.

I had sucked dildoes plenty of times.  In fact, Jota
had face-fucked me while wearing a strap-on.  Having a
cock deep in my mouth and throat wasn't a problem. 
But trying to please a cock is not the same thing.  I
sucked at him, aware of how alive he felt.  He
stiffened as I suckled, sliding my lips up and down
his shaft.  Stiffening was a good thing.

Gripping him now, I licked his shaft, trying to make
him slippery.  Unfortunately, my mouth was dry from my
nerves.  I went and got my drink, took a sip, then
resumed.

"That feels nice," he commented.

I didn't reply, instead pressing my lips against him
so that my mouth was gripping him.  Then I bobbed up
and down like the chicks in the videos I had watched. 
Scott made pleased noises, letting me know I was doing
a good thing.  Suddenly, I pressed down until my nose
hit his wiry pubic hairs and he was in my throat. 
Ohmygod, I was deep-throating.

I felt a sense of personal achievement.  I had
practiced on the dildoes I own, and some of them were
very large.  I knew I could do it, but I wasn't really
sure until I had done it.  I pulled off, surveying his
prick.  It was covered with my saliva, but it was
hard, very hard.  The veins were evident, throbbing
with excitement.  I could get used to doing this!

I sucked at his head, jacking him with my hand while
he muttered with pleasure.  I reached for his balls,
so big and heavy, and he spread his legs to give me
access.  I squeezed them as gently as I could while
sliding back down until he was buried in my throat.

"Fuck," he gasped.  "That feels fucking good!"  I
wanted to smile, but my mouth was full.  Instead, I
pulled off, took a gasping breath, then bobbed up and
down so that he slid in and out of my throat.  "Wow,"
he hissed.  Then, I heard him address Jota.  "How's it
look from there?"

"Oh GAWWD," she moaned.  Pulling off Scott, I took a
quick look at her.  Jota had worn a dress, and it was
now pulled up so that she could have access to her
pussy.  She wasn't wearing panties, and her fingers
were a blur as she rubbed her clit and lips.  I think
she found the show exciting.

I pressed his shaft up and sucked at his balls.  They
had begin sweating a little, so the taste was musky,
salty, sexual.  His sack was very large, and felt
full.  I imagined him to be a heavy cummer, which I
realized was something I was looking forward to.

"Damn," he muttered when I went back to wetly sucking
him.  In a few minutes, he told me he was ready to
cum.  "How do you want to handle that?" he asked.  On
the phone, he had offered to let me break off at this
point and to watch him stroke-n-spray.  He didn't want
to scare me on my first cock.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," I said earnestly, "if
that's OK?"

"Then do it," he said, his face hot.  I deep throated
him about twice more, then felt his cock swelling
measurably as sperm began to shoot through his
urethra.  I'd never noticed it happen to me, but I've
written about that as a sign of orgasm so I knew he
was about to explode.  I pulled off just enough in the
nick of time to feel his ejaculate shoot onto my
tonsils.  Despite my expecting it and thinking I could
handle it, I felt myself coughing/gagging a little as
the surprisingly thick good coated the back of my
mouth and the top of my throat.

It really did feel like he filled my mouth before he
stopped spraying.  Unable to properly swallow because
of the spermy coating, I drooled out some of his cum
onto his cock.  Now I was able to swallow, so I
cleared my mouth and then played with the drool with
my tongue before slurping it back in and eating it.

"Damn, that was a fucking great blowjob," Scott
praised me, a tone of incredulity in his voice.  "You
sure don't suck like a beginner."

"Thanks," I said softly, suddenly embarrassed.

"You guys done?" I heard Jota say.  The frantic tone
drew my attention to her, and I saw she was still
furiously rubbing her pussy.  The poor thing was
having trouble getting over the top..

Smiling, I crawled over to her and took over.  She
shook as my tongue pressed between her lips, then over
her clit.  She has always loved how I ate her, and
this was no exception.  "Hold on," I said, and went
and got my drink.  I polished it off so that I would
have fresh saliva to lube her with.  Then, I ate her
just like she enjoys.

Quickly, she got white knuckles gripping the arms of
the chair, then she released the tension and came. 
Really, it hadn't taken much, just a few applications
of my tongue.  An older lady, she no longer gets
terribly wet, but she creamed a lot while she came.

"Better?" I smiled when she had stopped spasming.

"Get up here and fuck me," she gasped.  I guess she
felt another orgasm in the offing.  I moved up,
kissing her and positioning my cockhead at her
opening.  "Wait," she panted, "take off your condom."

Jota is such a love!  She knew I'd want release, and
she was right.  Her expert cunt gripped me firmly,
milking me while she cooed and asked me to cum in her.
 Deep in her.  "Then you can suck your cum out," she
said hotly.  I hadn't eaten many creampies from her,
but each was special because of our long relationship.
 Of course, I didn't last very long before jamming my
entire cock in and cumming deep inside her.

"Now eat me," she said.  "Make me cum and squeeze your
sperm out."  She'd read all my stories and loved my
imagery.  She used it to great effect at times like
these.

I put my condom back on, then pressed my face into her
cum-filled pussy.  Her well worn lips were set against
my cheeks as I shoved my tongue into her now-stretched
hole, searching for creampie.  It took a minute or two
before it began to trickle out.

"You got a condom?" I heard her ask Scott, who had
probably been watching and recovering.  "Why don't you
put it on and fuck Clem?"  What?!  "Give him a full
taste of sex with a guy."

My head was swimming again, because Scott and I had
agreed that I would just blow him and we would be done
this time.  Now Jota was changing the rules, taking me
much farther into bisexuality.  I wanted to protest,
to say no, but I didn't.  I wanted to be fucked, but
only if it was not my choice.  This was an awesome
gift Jota was giving me.

She pulled my face deep into her pussy, then clamped
her thighs over my ears.  I was trapped, willingly. 
In a moment, I felt Scott spreading my cheeks and
buttering me up.  I redoubled my efforts to eat Jota,
feeling shame at the sense of heady anticipation.

Scott was every bit as sensitive to me when fucking me
as he was in all other regards.  He slid in slowly,
too slowly, until he was deep in my ass.  Then, his
meaty cock began a relentless stroking, slow at first
and then picking up speed.

Jota soon spread her legs wide, lifting my chin so she
could see my face as I was fucked.  "Hold on Scott,"
she said.  "Get on your back," she told me when Scott
had pulled out.  Mechanically, I did, and she settled
onto my face.  Scott handed her my legs and she held
them as he slid into my very willing asshole.

Jota came after that, her pussy mashed against my
mouth.  True to my writing, she squeezed out a goodly
amount of creampie, which forced me to swallow while
she ground on my face.  Then, she tumbled off to watch
Scott fuck me.

I saw Scott's face, then, a mask of pending orgasm. 
He put my ankles on his shoulders, and pressed in
deeper than ever.  His cock felt very large, but man,
it felt good.  I could hear his strokes as he shoved
his meat into me over and over with increasing
intensity.

Then, he reached around and gripped my cock.  Quickly,
he pulled off my condom and aimed my own cock at me. 
I suddenly realized I was still wearing my shirt, so I
bade him pause just long enough to get completely
naked.  Then, with a practiced rhythm, he jacked me
while his cock buried itself in me.  "Cum, you slut,"
he smiled at me.

Almost at his command, I felt myself letting go and
cumming.  Strands of semen sprayed out of me, hitting
me in the hair, forehead, face, and lower.  I guess he
loved the clenching of my anal orgasm, because his
face contorted.  We orgasmed together for a half
minute, then both of us went limp.

Soon after, we cleaned up then Jota and I left.  As
soon as we were in her car, she leaned over and kissed
me deeply, lovingly.

"You OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, baby, I am," I replied, kissing her again.  I
was OK; better than OK.  I was practically a new man,
a bisexual man.


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