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Please don't read if illegal for you to do so. This contains explicit
materials unsuited to people under 21. This is a true life account.
Please email me at bi_since_1980@hotmail.com and let me know what you think.
Life at home with the wife and kids had been tedious as of late. The kids
weren't bad, but my wife Jessica was her usual self. Boring, bitchy,
depressed and totally disinterested in sex. So when Steve called and said
his wife was going away for a few days, I couldn't help get excited.
We had been doing things together since we were kids. By doing things
together, I mean having sex. When it comes to blow jobs, Steve could make
me cum faster than most girls. It was weird to think of having sex with a
guy, but somehow it was different with Steve. It was a huge mixed bag of
emotions, from excitement, to fear to guilt and to ecstasy.
We both felt these conflicting feelings. If anything, Steve was usually
more nervous than I. We would usually both be thinking about what we wanted
to do with each other, knowing that the other one wanted the same thing, but
usually it would be late in the night before we were high enough or drunk
enough to make the first move. By then one or both of us would be paranoid
about our wives figuring it out, or being bitched at for being late. Just
as things would be getting good, one of would say "we better finish up"
Steve had been emailing me since February about getting together when his
wife took off. He was clearly all excited over the idea of a night
together. He was much braver in email than in real life. But it was pretty
clear what he wanted and I wanted it too.
Sex with my wife Jessica was virtually non existent. By the time May
arrived I would be dangerous with sperm build up. Once I got the dates of
the trip I began my scheduling and scheming. Doing it with Steve is a once
a year thing at best, I wasn't going to blow this perfect opportunity for us
to be together because I couldn't get the time off or the night out.
More importantly than Steve and I being together, there was no way I would
miss this opportunity to have another person make me cum for a change. I
daydreamed about him sucking my cock. I fantasized about sucking him.
Sixty nine with each other is so hot, keeping each other on the brink of
cumming.
I arrived at Steve's house at super time. We went to a nice Italian
restaurant, had a few cocktails in the bar before dinner. As usual we
talked about normal things. Yet both of us knew full well what this night
was about. After dinner and a nightcap we returned to Steve's house.
"What do you say we go in the hot tub?" Steve asked
Both knowing what this would lead to, I eagerly accepted. Sitting together
in the hot tub had been the fastest way to break the fear and friction
between us. Sitting there talking about whatever until one of us
"accidentally" touched the other. The anticipation would make my heart
race.
"I didn't bring my bathing suit" I said, thinking that going directly into
the hot tub naked would really break the ice.
"I have a spare" he said "I'll put it in the bathroom and you can get
changed while I open up the tub"
"Here we go again" I thought to my self as I entered the bathroom. Instead
of a bathing suit, I found two different colored shiny spandex shorts. One
green and one blue.
In the past Steve had ventured into cross-dressing, as he tended to do, he
usually over complicated things. Going to such extremes, that the clothes
became more of a hindrance to sex than a turn on.
"What the hell" I thought to myself. He hadn't gone overboard, or over
complicated, or crazy with clothing in the last few times we had managed a
sexual interlude together. I figured if this would turn him on, all the
better, because that would be the sooner I could get into his pants.
I got out of my clothes and slid the blue pair of shiny briefs up. They
were skin tight, clingy and yet metal smooth. They made my package look
huge.
"This may not be so bad" I said aloud as I left the bathroom and entered the
bedroom to get a good look at myself in the full length mirror. I felt a
twitch in my cock as I saw that Steve was his usual self. The bed was
covered with blankets that were clearly not from the household linen. On
the nightstands, on each side of the bed, were neatly laid out an assortment
of dildos, sex toys and lubes. He always thought of everything, and made
such an effort to make things as good as possible, I guess these briefs were
a small price to pay for his enjoyment.
When I got to the mirror I was pleasantly surprised. These pants were sexy,
I marveled at my bulge in the mirror. "Wow I look Huge!"
"Maybe there was something to this" I said aloud as I admired my own
backside in the mirror. This was new feeling for me. Looking at my own
butt and feeling sexy.
Feeling kind of foolish, I ventured down to the hot tub. Steve was already
in the tub and had already poured us a drink. A part of me felt awkward
wearing the stretchy green shorts, but another part of me realized that this
evening was all about sex. If seeing my bulging cock covered in metallic
Spandex was a sexual turn on for Steve, what was the harm? I have to admit
the shorts did accent my package, and they way the skin tight material
clinged to my body felt sort of sexy.
I draped my towel on the lid of the hot tub, and was dismayed that the light
in the hot tub was not completely off, but was instead on a low blue glow.
I threw my log over the edge of the hot tub to get in. I felt self
conscious as I saw the gentle glow of the lighted water reflecting off the
metallic shorts.
Steve never once looked at my face as I got in the tub. He was transfixed
by the playful dancing light reflected off the water and the spandex. He
focused on my shiny bulge in the shorts.
"I think he wants me" I laughed to my self as I slid into the water.
"Here have a drink" Steve said as he reached past me to get his own.
After a few seconds of silence as we each sipped our drinks he said "Dude
you look hot"
I could tell he was nervous. He always got nervous before we got down to
having sex together. Hell so did I for that matter. What was strange about
it all is that we both wanted this, but yet we were both always scared to
death until we got started. I wasn't going to let this be like the rest of
the times. I was going to make sure we both enjoyed ourselves.
"Thanks for indulging me by wearing th." I cut him off before he could
finish the sentence.
"Relax" I said "relax it's no problem. I say lets enjoy our selves tonight.
There is nothing to be nervous about. Your wife is away and my won't be
over. So lets just get relaxed and enjoy it."
With that I held up my drink and we knocked glasses. It immediately reduced
the stress of the conversation. Steve's shoulders immediately eased. And
before long we were into the conversation that any two guy would have.
We talked about old friends, philosophy, school, all sorts of stuff for
quite a while. Over the course of the conversation we even relaxed enough
to joke at ourselves.
"Can you imagine if someone stopped by?" Steve said "It sure would be
interesting explaining your bathing suit"
We both laughed and shared some of our dumber excuses as t what we would say
if we were caught in the tub together. In a way, we were now admitting
why we were here. We both scrunched down in the tub until the water was up
to our necks. The bubbler had timed out and the water was now glass still.
The conversation died down to whispers between us.
Steve got up and shut off the dim glow of the light in the hot tub. Now a
different type of tension replaced our fear. It was anticipation. Maybe it
was really anticipation mixed with fear. Knowing what we both wanted,
knowing what was going to happen, yet both of us afraid to make that first
contact with the other.
Afraid that the other might say "Oh! Hey! what are you doing?"
Fear of rejection mixed with an overwhelming desire to be sexually intimate
with each other blended into splendid anticipation.
The anticipation and desire took over and fear slowly lost out. Neither one
of us had said a word for over five minutes, instead we laid back in the hot
tub with our heads back and eyes closed as if we were resting. It may have
looked like resting but it was as far from that as one could be.
We both slowly and I mean very slowly moved closer to each other. Letting
our hands float out weightless in the water. I could feel the buzz of his
aura as his hand "accidentally" entering my space. Within centimeters there
in the darkness. I waited. We waited. Exciting. Scary.
"AAAaaaah" I said to myself silently as Steve's hand brushed ever so gently
against my leg. "FIRST CONTACT !!!"
My heart was really racing now. With both of pretending it was an accident.
"AGAIN !" his hand touched my leg, this time pausing for a second or too.
Almost as if pretending this was an accident and then realizing he was
touching my leg. I too made first contact with his leg.
About 30 seconds later, his hand touched my leg, but didn't move. The game
was on. We had made contact. There was a sort of calm now. We both were
rubbing each others legs and it seemed safe. Before long Steve was
caressing the bulge in my tight spandex shorts.
"you look so hot" he whispered in my ear, as his hands found their way into
my pants. Within a minute he had my cock out and was stroking me. His cock
was out and I was doing the same with him.
We talked for a few minutes as we stroked each other's cocks. It was
comfortable. Suddenly Steve plunged under the water and began sucking on my
cock. After a fifteen seconds or so, he popped back up.
Mmmmmmm I said. And we went under again.
After the third dive and brief sucking, he asked me to get up on the edge
of the hot tub. We joked about trying to explain this. I pulled the shiny
pantes back up before getting up on the tub. My guess was correct. He was
so turned on as he circled my cock through the shiny spandex with his
tongue.
This went on for a minute at best, and soon he had my cock out and was
sucking and stroking me. Even though he could not have been getting
anything from blowing me, I had to wonder who was enjoying himself more.
"your turn." I said and we switched positions sitting on the edge of the hot
tub,
I eagerly went down on his cock. Sucking and pressing him into me. I
finally struck a rhythm and began bobbing on his rigid shaft.
"whoa whoa whoa" he said as his hands cupped my head "let's take this
inside"
He told me to dry off and get changed in the upstairs bedroom, and he would
close the tub. It didn't make sense to me until I got to the upstairs
bathroom. Under the towels he had neatly laid out in anticipation were a
rubbery, shiny vinyl pair of bubble gum pink stretch thongs.
I dried up quickly and pulled on the gay pink vinyl shorts without balking.
Hey if the blowjob in the hot tub is a sample of what is to come, I guess I
can put on a pair of shiny skin tight rubber thongs.
I took my time, knowing that Steve would be in the down stairs bathroom
giving himself and enema. I wasn't so sure if that was a turn on for him.
But it was a part of making him comfortable with having sex with me. He
wanted no unpleasant surprises. It happened to us once. It bothered him
terribly. To me it just goes with the territory.
As I got dressed, I wondered what it would be like to give him an enema.
Make him blow me while I did it. My cock throbbed at the idea. Save that
for another time.
I went down stairs, passing the bathroom where Steve was readying him self.
I went into the bedroom, which was now candle lit and smelling of the
incense he had lit. I crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up and
waited in silence in the room, dimly lit by candles.
In about five minutes Steve came in. He was wearing a girl's satin blue
baby doll nightie, thong panties, gartered stockings and heels. Like I
said, in the past Steve had ventured into cross-dressing, unfortunately he
usually over complicated things. Wearing extravagant and complicated
feminine costumes, which ended up getting in the way of our love making.
We had talked it over together about him cutting back on his cross-dressing
after a couple miserable sex sessions because neither one of us could get
past the clothing to have his body. The last few times it had been simply
man to man sex which I preferred. I guess with his wife out of the house,
he couldn't resist putting a little something on.
"Nothing to get in the way" he said as he lifted the satiny baby doll and
pulled the satin thong panties down in the front to show me his semi stiff
cock. "I promise"
Going to such extremes with girl's clothes in the past, had been a problem
for us. This time I felt as though he had found the right mix between
something that made him feel sexy and yet something that would not get in
the way of our love making.
Comforted by his promise, I said nothing. My objection to his wardrobe
turned to curiosity. The sound of those high heels on the floor had a
certain power over me. Steve walked past me and over to the dresser. It
was hard to believe how his legs looked really hot in the heels, fishnet
stockings and garters.
At the dresser, Steve had his back to me. He was putting on a pair of
dangly earrings. I stared at the view of his ass, cleaved into two perfect
globes by the satiny thong panty.
"Roll over onto your stomach" he said without turning back to face me. He
picked up a tube of slutty red lipstick and began applying it in the mirror.
I watched him deftly apply the glossy red lipstick for a fraction of a
second before I rolled onto my stomach.
Soon the smell of a sensual woman's perfume invaded the smoky scent of the
incense which already filled the room. I laid on the bed, face down in
excited anticipation. The sound of the high heel shoes walking across the
floor towards me made my heart race.
Without saying a word, Steve climbed onto the bed and straddled over my
legs. I heard the sound of a plastic bottle open and then felt the drizzle
of warm greasy oil onto my back. Within moments I was getting one of the
best back rubs of my life.
Starting in the middle of my back, he spread the oil across my whole back..
As he rubbed it into my skin, he would occasionally pause to add more. This
was a sensual experience, not sexual. It was so relaxing. So nice.
I think I may have drifted off for a moment. Now his hands were deeply
massaging my buns. His firm hands kneaded them. The mood of the massage
was now turning from sensual friendly touch to sexual lusty desire. More
oil. This time he drizzled the oil right on my buns, still covered in the
shiny vinyl shorts.
His hips began moving as he pressed his cock onto the greasy thong. Sliding
his tool into the valley between my gluts. Without thinking, I gently
arched my back slightly, in hope of feeling his cock sliding against me even
more, and to let him know I was awake and enjoying every second.
Soon He was back to massaging my back and rubbing his cock into the crack of
my ass at the same time. By the time he was working my shoulders again, her
was nearly laying on top of me. The weight of his lower body pressing his
cock against my backside more erotic.
Finally Steve laid down on top of me. The smell of the woman's perfume
filled my senses. His cock still pressed into the crack of my ass. His
face brushed the side of my head, his lips ever so lightly touched my ear.
I was getting nervous.
I didn't like kissing guys. Steve and I had done it only once. We were
both really drunk. I remember Steve telling me after that the most
disturbing thing was that it wasn't different. He said that kissing me
didn't
really feel different than kissing a girl. That scared him somehow. For
me, it wasn't that straight forward., sucking a guys cock and getting a
mouth full of gooey sperm was no problem, but kissing a guy was gross.
That's
weird.
He gently kissed my ear and rubbed the side of his clean shaven face against
my neck. With my eyes closed and the romantic smell of the perfume filling
my nostrils it was an effort to focus on the fact that this was a guy on me.
I even got a little turned on when he gently nibbled my earlobe.
As quickly as it began it stopped. Steve rolled off my back and was now
laying on his side next to me. His right hand now caressed the rounded
bubbles of my ass. Occasionally his middle finger would fall between the
cheeks of my ass and run the whole length of my crack. It was so sexy and
sensual.
My Cock was rock hard by now an I was ready to start humping the bed. His
hand pulled at the side of my hip and I instinctually rolled over onto my
back. His hand immediately went to caressing my bulge and rock hard cock
which strained for release from the tight vinyl thongs.
In an instant Steve was mouthing over my bulge. His lips and teeth teasing
my cock and balls through the thong. My cock throbbed and my hips pressed
up to beg for more. His hand caressed between my legs.
I couldn't stand it any more. I reached down and pulled the thong down
enough to allow the top half of my dick to escape. His tongue began dancing
on the base of my cock's head foror a moment. Then I gasped as his bright
red lips gently closed over the head of my dick.
He worked over the head of my dick for a few minutes before pushing himself
further down my shaft. Slowly he slid down my cock and slowly he came up.
It was incredible. Steve began pulling the thong down lower, exposing the
base of my cock where it meets my balls.
He licked up the entire length of my shaft five or six times. He placed
half of my cock in his mouth the long way and was sliding up and down it
like it was a harmonica. This was the first time for that. It was hot.
Steve suddenly kneeled up on the bed. He positioned himself between my legs
and pulled the bubblegum thongs completely off me. He grabbed my cock with
his right hand as he laid down between my legs on his belly. He cupped my
balls with his mouth as he gently stroked my shaft.
This slow comfortable pace went on for nearly an hour. I just laid there.
Every so often I noticed the time on the digital clock on the dresser, this
had been going on for nearly an hour. Occasionally I would moan to let him
know what he was doing would make me cum. After 25 years of doing this
stuff together I would think Steve would know when he is driving me wild,
but he told me he likes the feedback. I like getting my cock sucked,
especially by him, so it was a bargain. Besides it was also a safety
measure to keep either of us from cumming too soon.
Scoot alternated between sucking my cock, licking my shaft and sucking and
licking my balls for nearly an hour. My wife and I have never had sex that
long. The idea of blowing me for fifteen minutes seemed to repulse her.
This would never happen with her.
Steve became bored with sucking my cock. Soon his tongue was below my balls
and dancing on the skin between there and my anus. It wasn't long before
his tongue was gyrating around my ring. The sensation was incredible and
spread my legs to give him better access.
Soon his tongue was driving up inside me. It was an amazing sensation.
Then he went back to blowing me. His arm reached over my body and grabbed
one of the devices on the table, a small vibrator with a bent top.
He held my cock in his mouth as he used both hands to pour the massage oil
all over the vibrator, my balls and down between my legs. He grabbed my
cock with his slippery hand and pulled it out of his mouth with a pop.
"Too much lube is just enough" he said in a sexy bedroom voice, almost like
Cher. His eyes seemed brighter and more intense than usual, especially as
they stayed glued to mine as I watched the head of my cock pass his glossy
red covered lips. It was then I noticed in the dim candlelight he was
wearing eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner. It was an incredible look and it
certainly didn't interfere with sex.
Soon my cock was being sucked hard. Then I felt the pressure of the
vibrator at my back door. I chuckled aloud. Poor Steve was trying to chew
bubble gum and walk at the same time. The tip of the vibrator pushed into
me, but he was not pushing it hard enough. I reached down, grabbed the
small vibrator and jammed it up inside of me.
"I didn't want to hurt you" he said sounding even more like Cher.
"hurt me" I said as he turned on the vibrator and began thrusting his head
full force up and down on my cock.
"Wait.wait..whoa.. stop" I cried out. "holy shit I am gonna cum !"
His full force blow job was enough to make me cum in minutes, but the
powerful vibrator pressing against my prostate made any control impossible.
Had he waited a second longer I would have been finished.
He withdrew the vibrator and grabbed something off the nightstand on the
other side of the bed. I wasn't really paying attention until I felt
another larger object being pressed into my anus. This was no little toy
and I was afraid I was going to regret telling him to go ahead and hurt me.
Steve pressed what I guessed to be a dildo against my ass and began to push.
I tried to relax but it was too big. PAIN !! Instinctively I lifted my
butt off the bed to get away from it.
Steve didn't hesitate for a second. With my butt floating a few inches in
the air, he pressed the dildo gently against my anus. He held it firmly
there, without moving. I realized he was holding it so I could come down
onto it. That's how Steve had often taken my cock in. He would straddle
over me and slowly lower himself onto my cock. It wasn't as easy as he made
it look
I was getting a bit frustrated. It seemed every time the damn thing moved
into me an inch or so I would bounce back up as the electric pain of having
your ass tore open overrode my self control.
I slowed my breathing. I forced myself to relax. I knew this was a big
dildo, but I was going to take it into me.
"Eoooow!" I said aloud as the searing pain of being torn into shot through
me. I would have quit right there, but I was certain it had made it into me
further than the last time. It was still amazingly painful but at least I
felt like I was making progress.
I slowed my breathing and tried to relax. Inhaling and exhaling slowly.
Relaxing and relaxing. It was like I was putting myself into a trance.
Slowly I began lowering myself down. To my surprise my body followed me
mental commands to relax and the rubber dong slid into me. With almost a
"POP" it was suddenly inside of me. There was no more resistance from my
body as I felt the inches sliding into me.
"Wow that's big" I said a I felt Steves hands under my butt. His hands were
holding the dildo in position and they now slid out of the way. The feeling
of fullness and being stretched to the max. suddenly became overwhelming. I
began to go from uncomfortable to painful. Panic took hold.
"GET IT OUT OF ME !!!" my mind screamed. I arched my hips up and expected
the massive dildo to retreat from my body faster than it entered. With
Steve's hands no longer holding it, it rose up with me without retreat. I
reached down to pull it out of myself but Steves hands stopped me.
"Relax .. Relax" he said in a soothing calm voice "Wait one minute and it
will be fine"
I was still pretty panicky and my hops continued to buck un hopes of
expelling the invader.
"Relax .Relax" he urged " Relax.take deep breaths.That's good.relax.Count to
sixty..Slowly.that's good.relax"
"That's good !?" I thought to myself "I am dying here and he thinks that's
good !" But I began doing as instructed, I slowed my breathing from a
panicky gasps to panting. I began rapidly counting to sixty until Steve
told me to slow down and take a deep breath between each count.
By the time I got to ten I was certain it want working. By fifteen Steve
was still restraining my hands but had managed to put my cock back into his
mouth. By thirty seconds I was watching Steve frantically sucking my cock,
it was incredible. By forty five seconds I realized that I was paying more
attention to watching Steve suck my cock and the pleasure from his cock
sucking, that the dildo within me, was still uncomfortable. By sixty
seconds, the dildo still felt huge within me, but it was no longer painful.
It seemed that Steve was right, the more I relaxed, the more my body seemed
to accept the monster in my ass. Before long I had to tell Steve to wait as
I was afraid he would make me cum.
After several minutes, of sucking my Cock, Steve pushed the dildo a few more
inches into me. This was not met with any pain. In fact it felt good.
Soon he was pushing and pulling on the Dildo as he sucked my cock. I had to
keep asking him to stop every few minutes, because the intensity kept bring
me to the edge of cumming.
By now I was laying almost diagonally across the bed. Steve then let my
cock slide out of his mouth. Letting go of the dildo in me, he reached
over the dresser and retrieved a bottle of lube. The massage oil had long
ago rolled off of the bed in the course of our action.
"Close your eyes and relax" Steve said. I couldn't resist peeking as I felt
tugging on the dildo inside of me. It was only then I realized I was
connected to a mammoth double headed dildo and Steve was about to put the
other end inside of him.
I had mentioned the idea years ago when we were drinking and talking about
our sexual fantasies. I kept my eyes like slits as I watch Steve struggle
to get the giant dong into himself. I watched him bounce back office as
tearing pain shot through him. I saw him taking deep breaths and relaxing,
just as he had coached me earlier.
"Wow ! We are connected" I said to my self. It took Steve very little
time compared to me to get the monster dong inside of him self. But now
that it was inside of him, every move he made was now instantly transmitted
to me by the double headed dong between us.
"You can open your eyes" he said in a sultry deep voice like Demi Moore
Soon he was very close to me. His legs were not intertwined with mine as we
both positioned ourselves to get as close to each other as possible. Each
move required me to take more and more of the huge rubber penis inside of me
just as it did for Steve. Eventually we were laying on the bed, with our
feet near each others heads. Our ball sacks touched each others ball sacks.
I reached town and stroked his cock and he did mine. We kept jockeying our
positions to press even closer to each other. I hoped Steve would not
mistakenly stab me with the 5" stiletto heels. That would not only be
painful and hard to explain.
Layed like that for quire some time. Connected at the butt by the giant
double headed dildo between us. As usual Scoot craved a change way before
I. As he repositioned himself I could feel inches of the lesbian style
dildo recede from my body.
He now straddled over me, sitting on my pelvis and cock. As he leaned
forward and I felt his hard cock against mine, I realized that he had much
more of the big double dong in him that I had ever had in me. As he bent
forward to lay on top of me, the tension in the dildo pulled at my anus and
pressed against the base od my balls.
With his face a fraction of an inch away from mine, I cringed at the though
of him kissing me. I was certain that he would say something about fair is
fair. Or I fulfilled your fantasy now I want you to fulfill mine.
See one of Steve's more wild fantasies was to have me make love to him, like
I would a woman I loved. While I hated the idea of kissing a guy, I knew
that this fantasy was scarier for Steve than it was for me. With us having
sex, it was all about the sex. There was nothing emotional. While he liked
the idea of making love with me, he was afraid of what might happen because
of it. If one of liked it and the other one didn't was the obvious problem,
and me not liking the idea of kissing a man was a key factor. But there
was also the problem if it was better. What if it was better than with our
wives? To him it was like Pandora's box. It scared the hell out of him.
With his face a fraction of an inch away from mine, I smelled his woman's
perfume and expected him to begin kissing me. I tensed at the thought but
as quickly as was millimeters from my face, he was now sucking on my
nipples. The double dildo jerking between us as he moved about.
Before long Steve returned to the resting position on his back and we
stroked each other. I decided it was my turn to pleasure him. I sat up and
pulled the double dildo from my ass. Grabbing the greasy dong as well as I
was able, I pushed it deep into Steve as I sucked his cock.
I grabbed for one of the vibrators he had neatly arranged on the nightstand.
I turned it on and touched it to the large double dildo which disappeared
into Steves body. The vibrations were quickly transmitted up the length of
the dildo inside of him.
I repositioned myself over his rigid schlong and began to blow him the way a
man knows how. I used the same relaxation trick I used on the dildo, and
before long I was able to pass his cock into my throat. Each time I did,
Steve would tense and I would hear him sigh in ecstasy. Before long he
begged me not to make him cum.
I repeated the process five time, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. I
would look over and see the grimace on his face as he did everything in his
power to keep from ejaculating.
Eventually we found ourselves in a side by side 69. For over an hour we
sucked on each others cocks. This mutual pleasure was my favorite, and it
seemed Scot was quicker to do it each time we got together.
Steve interrupted the position and asked me to stand beside the bed. He
laid on his back with his head hanging off the bed. I brought my cock to
his open lips and pressed in. I gagged him a couple of times before his
hands grubbed the globes of my ass. It was a strange picture to a stiff
penis surrounded by the garter belt and stockings Steve was wearing. I
notice how the frilly thong panties he had been wearing were now bunched
around his right ankle. I laughed because I didn't remember him taking them
off. But he was right, the baby doll nightie, the garters and stockings did
nothing to interfere with our love making.
Before long we were again in a 69. With me on top and Steve on the bottom.
Without thinking, I ran my fingers under the garter straps as I sucked his
cock. It must have really turned him on as his legs started to move about.
As I was sucking him off, I felt the end of my own cock, pass the end of his
mouth and into his throat. By guiding my body with his hands on my ass, we
slowly pressed my cock down his throat. This felt fantastic. And soon he
developed a pretty good rhythm.
It was too hard to concentrate on blowing him, Soon I was thrusting myself
as deep as I could go down his throat. Each time waiting a little longer
before I withdrew. Waiting until he was really pushing at my hips for air.
I know it seemed mean but it also was exciting.
Again, I found myself ready to cum. I pulled back and out of his mouth.
Squeezing down with all of my might to keep my self from exploding all over
his face. Once I had control back, I rubbed his clean shaven face for a few
moment with my slimy wet dock. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I.
I slid back into bed with him and resumed our side by side 69 position.
Before long we were getting very in synch. It only seemed to take minutes
before we would have each other ready too cum.
As we were sucking each other's dick, I grabbed a vibrator from the
nightstand on the left of the bed and began teasing Steve's ass with it.
His has was so slippery from the lube already in place, that it was easy to
slide it in. In seconds he was begging me to stop. The taste of he pre cum
filled my mouth. I too was having a hard time trying to keep from cumming.
"I want to fuck you" I said as I pulled the vibrator out of him. Steve was
reached for the nearby nightstand. He usually put a condom on my cock
before I fucked him, so he could suck me off after.
"Oh no.Not this time" I said as my hand stopped his. "Lay back"
Steve Laid on his back and pulled his legs up to his chest. I knelt on the
bed and he grabbed my cock. I adjusted my myself to get closer to him as he
bent my rigid member down and placed it at his desirous opening. With his
begging me to enter him again, I slowly began to sink inside of him. So so
tight.
I glided into him all the way. His eyes seemed to roll back into his head
as he gasped. I could tell he was in ecstasy. Despite all of the sex
toys, and the fun we had with them, for him, it was having my cock inside of
him which really drove him wild.
While it wasn't really my thing, there was something about doing this to him
that was so sensual , exciting and powerful. Being inside another human,
even if it was my best guy friend, scratched my itch for simple physical
contact that I had been craving for so long, but was unable to get from my
wife. It was very exciting to be cheating on her with Steve, in fact,
enjoying this taboo with him was like cheating on the entire world.
The most remarkable thing of all was the sense of power I felt. The power
to put him into ecstasy, that every thrust, every touch could drive him
wild. I was in control of him now, and he was at my mercy. I controlled
his pleasure and I was in control of his orgasm. I could make him cum right
now. I could bring him right to the edge of orgasm and watch him squirm for
release. I could take my time, and wait for my own orgasm to build.
The power of being so desired so completely by another person had been
missing from my life for some time. Sure there had been a few other women,
and that had been fun. But it was the way that he gave himself so fully to
me, and was so grateful for the pleasure I gave him made me question my
marriage.
"What would it be like to have this any time I wanted?" I thought as I
slammed myself harder and harder into him. Steve's hands grabbed my hips,
and the globes of my ass, pulling me into him faster and harder.
I stroked his cock as I buried my cock into him as deep as it would go. I
could see he was building to an incredible orgasm. His cock was as hard as
a rock. Suddenly his hands left my ass and grabbed mine. Stopping my
stoking on his cock.
"Wait.wait.wait." he whispered,
I continued to thrust without even touching his penis.
Oh wait.oh stop.please..stop..stop.stop.Please wait." he said so softly I
barely heard him.
He took a deep breath and swallowed deeply.
Oh Wow !" Steve said "that was so so close"
I waited for a moment to let him collect himself. I began driving my big
cock into him again, and again. Bringing him to the edge of orgasm and then
stopping before he was pushed over.
I was finally getting to the point where I could cum if I wanted to. I
quickened the pace of my thrusts into him and began stroking his cock.
Suddenly I felt his whole body clamp down on my cock. His throbbing cock
began spraying cum like wild. I rammed him even harder to make his orgasm
complete.
"Wow" I thought to myself "that was an awesome orgasm"
It made me feel powerful to be able to do that to him. To be able to give
him that pleasure was amazing for me as much as him.
Now he was limp, and I could tell his cock was super sensitive to touch, so
I grabbed his hips and continued to fuck him. I could tell that now he had
cum that he wasn't sure if he should be doing this.
Guilt, embarrassment and fear that would fill our minds after we had cum had
plagued us both since we started having sex. It seemed worse for Steve.
The last time he came, he popped right off me, he was clearly embarrassed.
This time he didn't have a choice. I had the power and I had the control.
This time I was going to fuck him until he didn't feel guilty, embarrassed
or afraid. I slammed into him for five minutes more and watched as his face
change from fear and pain, to acceptance, and back to pleasure. I could see
he had accepted our sex and was getting turned on again.
It was now my turn. I was getting ready to burst. I waited until I was
afraid I was going to cum inside him. I pulled out of him and Steve
immediately started stroking my cock with a furious pace. Within a few
strokes I reached orgasm.. My cum flew onto his belly chest and face,
mixing with his own sperm. My orgasm was super intense, and I almost
fainted as I watched my cum splash onto him. Steve's face was pure sensual
enjoyment as he ferociously pumped the cum from my cock with his right hand.
All the while his left hand was rubbing my jism onto his chest.
By the time I was having my last throbbing contraction of orgasmic euphoria,
his hand was near in his mouth and he was licking my cum from his fingers.
The sight made me heave with another surge of blissful delight.
We paused there in silence. I tried to catch my breath and composure. I
stared down at my friend, covered in my cum and his. It was now my turn to
feel those awkward post cum feelings of guilt, embarrassment and fear. They
never came.
I looked at the dildo's now strewn haphazardly on the night stand and floor
near the bed. The feelings never came. "Does this make me gay?" I thought
to myself "Who Cares !" I answered inwardly. I knew now it was my turn to
get comfortable with what we did with each other.
It was my turn to get comfortable with Steve and this situation. Instead of
immediately heading off to the shower, I flopped down on the bed beside him.
I laid there still breathing heavily from my orgasm. Pushing myself beyond
any of my old fears, I reached over and placed my hand on his sticky soft
cock.
His startled flinch let me know he was as nervous as I. After all, we
barely did after sex talking, the idea of post cum talking was way out of
our league. Yet here we were doing it. I may have dozed off for a minute
but was woken up when Steve asked "That was pretty good wasn't it?"
Before long, I didn't care about "feeling like I was gay" or about "what
would people think?" I thought about my marriage. I couldn't remember
having nearly three hours of sex with Jessica. I couldn't imagine her
willingly laying beside me, like Steve was now, a totally exhausted cum
soaked mess. My wife never made me feel wonderful by repeatedly thanking
her for being such a hot lover, yet Steve was still telling me how awesome
it all was, and how thoroughly satisfied he was.
Something changed between us that time. Even though we were still touching
each other, our conversation turned from awkward to that of comfortable
friends. It was so weird, but sex with Steve has been a on and off part of
my life since I was 14 or 15 or so. At nearly 41, I realized it would be
nice if I got used to that part of my life. Not only was sex with Steve
better than the non sex I wasn't getting at home, but it was getting more
comfortable too. We aren't getting any younger, I am ready to enjoy it,
embrace it and see where it takes me, if anywhere.