


                                              TURNING BRIAN


                                                   by John P

                                              Copyright© 2011


This is a true story.


We knew Brian's wife before she actually met him. The small town
where we lived in the north of England was small enough that many
people knew you and knew your business. My wife had lived here
since birth and I had met her and eventually married her. She
knew Wendy, the girl who was later to marry Brian, because she
knew her whole family.

Not long after Wendy had first met Brian, we invited them to our
house one Saturday. He was a nice lad, about 21, 5'9",
dark-haired and from Manchester. A likable lad, he was the same
age as Wendy, about 10 years younger than me and my wife. He was
good company really and because we had two kids and didn't go out
much, we invited them again the next Saturday. We had fun playing
cards, telling jokes and we enjoyed supper together. Eventually
the pair married but the visits with us continued.

This became a routine and lasted a long time, although
occasionally we'd get a baby-sitter so that we could all go out
together. Much drinking loosened tongues and while my wife and
Wendy often talked together, I was doing the same with Brian. It
turned out that he'd been going out with and fucking my niece,
Maureen, but I didn't tell him that now I was doing her on a
regular basis when I could escape my wife.

We talked a lot about sex jokes, sex practices and porn, porn
being the topic that most interested us. Cock-sucking was one of
the major interests we had in common and although my wife would
always be happy to suck and swallow, Brian's wife wouldn't. She
would suck him and then change to wanking him at the end so that
there was no danger of getting spunk in her mouth. The drinking
increased our silliness and when I mentioned that perhaps my wife
would do that for him, he said yes straight away. Well he would,
wouldn't he? It was just a laugh but I remembered it.

Weeks later, when we were all out drinking again, sex was the
topic between me and Brian once more. I asked him about whether
Maureen sucked and swallowed and he said she did. Well, that
would be right. She was doing it for me with no trouble. So I
began the fishing remarks, saying that a man's mouth would feel
the same as a woman's mouth on your cock, wouldn't it? He
remarked that it probably would. When I asked if he'd let a man
do it, he said, "Only if he was good-looking." This was said
without him looking at me.

Now that surprised me. I had been ready with an excuse if he'd
been horrified or dismissed it out of hand. But he had done
neither and my dick had started stiffening in my pants. My
childhood experiences in which my Uncle Fred had taught me the
ways of male/male sex had been most pleasant and rewarding, and I
had had no chance to pursue those experiences further since I had
been 14 years old. Now the feelings were coming to the surface
again. I wondered if he'd let me suck his cock and, more
importantly, how I could bring this about.

We hosted the Saturday evening get-together as usual for the next
two weeks but I didn't get chance to speak to Brian without the
women being around. He was doing shiftwork though and I was
mostly at home during the day so I figured that when he was doing
the early shifts, he might be able to visit me when I was alone,
what with kids at school and wife at work.

On the next Saturday evening, it was decided that getting supper
from the next town was a good idea and we all liked Kentucky
Fried Chicken. So Brian accompanied me in my car when we went to
fetch it. On the way, we could talk freely and I asked if he
wanted to come over sometime the next week in the afternoon to
watch a new film I'd got. I can't remember what it was but it
wasn't important and he didn't ask about it.

The next Tuesday afternoon, he arrived, and after arranging
drinks and setting up the film we were going to watch, I sat him
down on the settee while I stood beside him. I started the film
and we watched in silence for a few minutes. My cock had been
semi hard before the film started, thinking about the
possibilities with Brian, but because of the action on the
screen, it was now fully erect.

I saw Brian out of the corner of my eye as I began to stroke the
front of my pants. No danger so far, I was just touching myself,
wasn't I? His eyes went to my hand surreptitiously and my heart
beat faster. He looked at the screen again and then back to what
my hand was doing. As he watched, he moved his own hand to his
pants and stroked himself. So there we were, both stroking
ourselves over our pants, both waiting to see what would happen
next.

Somebody had to make a move and I decided it would have to be me.
I unzipped my pants, wrestled around inside until I found my cock
and brought it out. His eyes were there, missing nothing. I
pulled my foreskin back as far as possible, making my cock seem
as big as possible, watching the screen, pretending that the
images I was watching were the cause of my arousal. He watched
for a minute as I wanked slowly, his head only a foot away from
my cock. Then he must have decided that he could now do the same
and he did, taking his dick out and wanking it.

He was now overtly watching me maturbating my dick and I began to
watch him wanking with no more pretence of watching the film. I
was pleasantly surprised that his dick was smaller than mine and,
for some reason, I revelled in the fact. Why did I do that?

Seconds later, I said softly, "Let me do that for you," and he
did! My hand reached down and my fingers went around the head of
his dick. He was sat with his legs open wide and now that he had
silently allowed me to fondle his sex, I moved around and knelt
between his legs. I could now wank him with the head facing me
and that's when I noticed that his foreskin was so tight that it
wouldn't go back completely over the mushroom knob. It would only
go back about halfway so that my wanking him only allowed for
very short strokes.

He was watching me intently as I played with his sex, his hands
by his sides as I pleasured him. I couldn't see the porn film any
more because the screen was now behind me but he wasn't watching
it either, instead enjoying the spectacle of an older man wanking
him. My own dick forgotten, I tried my best to please him with my
fingers but I knew that I would have to go for the treasure soon,
for what I wanted most.

It was now or never and I went for it. I lowered my head and
licked the wet end of his dick! My tongue tasted the salty
pre-cum and my eyes went up to his face. I looked for any
indication that he wasn't comfortable with what I was doing but
apart from a red flush on his face, there was no way it looked
like he wanted me to stop what he was obviously enjoying.

At this point, he must have had concerns about where his spunk
would go when he shot it because he slowly stood up and I
followed, pushing his dick between my lips. I took it all, the
full 5 inches, and my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He began
to unfasten his belt with the intention of dropping his pants,
along with his tight underpants, to his feet. He pulled out of my
mouth and I thought he was stopping me from going any further but
as soon as his dick was free of his underpants, he offered it to
me again and I accepted it gratefully.

My tongue worshipped the little dick, sucking and licking,
nibbling at it and my hands were now fondling the little balls
that were now accessible to me. He was stiff, I mean VERY stiff,
so much that when I accidentally moved my head back too far, his
cock shot up against his abdomen and stayed there, jerking madly
with his heartbeat. It was so stiff that I had to force it down
to 90 degrees so I could continue to suck him.

My hands went behind him, feeling his tight young buttocks and
playing with his bum-crack. He was panting and moaning quietly as
I looked up into his eyes but they were closed; obviously he was
becoming even more aroused by my tongue and fingers. My head
bobbed forwards and back, sucking, licking, and I desperately
wanted all that his balls had produced to fill my mouth.

He looked down at me, lust in his eyes, and he must have realised
that he was close to cumming. One of my hands came around front
to fondle his ball-sac again and I knew there was little time
left before the big event. He began to pant and groan, and his
hips began the fucking movement, and I sucked harder, knowing
this would finish him off. He was fucking me now, my mouth was
the cunt that he would shoot into, the warm wet tunnel which
would receive his potent seed.

My eyes were on his as I felt his orgasm begin and panic rose in
him. "I'm cumming, John, I'm cumming!" and he tried to withdraw
his dick from my mouth. I held his buttock tight with my one hand
and wouldn't let him go.

There was just time for him to repeat, "I'm cumming, John!" in a
desperate voice before the first gob of white hot spunk shot to
the back of my throat, bathing my tonsils with the life-making
sperm that I wanted so much. He groaned as he continued to fill
my mouth, his dick jerking with every spurt of that precious
fluid, that white viscous slime, and as I still looked up at him,
he groaned and held my head in place. His buttocks were still
flexing as his dick continued to spurt and only relaxed again as
his orgasm ended.

He looked down at me with what I thought was love in his eyes but
I knew it was gratitude, but I was the one who was grateful. When
I was sure he'd finished shooting his spunk into me, including
the last dribbles, I pulled back and opened my mouth to show him
the lake of his potent sperm pooled inside. Once I knew he'd seen
it, I swallowed it, tasting the coating that remained in my mouth
after I'd swallowed the big volume. I moved forward and put my
mouth around his dick once more, licking everywhere to clean him
before his wife saw it when he went home. I reached for a towel
and wiped my mouth with it and dried his now flaccid dick.

I stood and began to wank myself and he watched me doing it. He
said, "I'll do it," and he took over, standing next to me instead
of in front. He said quietly, embarrassed, "I can't suck it," and
I replied that it was OK. My cock felt so nice in his hand and I
leaned against him, enjoying the close contact. The towel was
close by and I reached for it to ejaculate into when my orgasm
came. He masturbated me and he watched my dick intently, waiting
to see a man who was not a porn star in a film shoot spunk. I
held him tight to me as he wanked me.

Twenty seconds later, I groaned loudly and my cock jerked, and he
watched as my spunk hit the towel I just managed to get in front
of it. He continued to wank me throughout the entire ejaculation
and I wanted to kiss him but I knew I daren't. That would gross
him out, I was sure. The film played on but neither of us watched
it. I had hoped that the spunk running down his fingers would end
up in his mouth but I was realistic enough to know that it would
be too gay for him. So he wiped his fingers on the towel and I
cleaned myself up.

After we'd made ourselves decent again, I said, "Who needs
women?" and laughed. He laughed nervously and we both felt a bit
akward. After a few minutes, he said he had to go home and he
left. I tidied up the room, put away the film and thought about
what I'd just done. The taste of his spunk in my mouth remained
and I decided that I didn't like it much. Nevertheless, I knew I
would go down on my knees and swallow all he had to offer if he
let me suck him off again.


It was two Saturdays later when it was decided that we would eat
from KFC again. As I prepared to leave in the car to fetch it,
Brian said he'd come along. We hadn't spoken about what had
happened between us since that day so I had to try, I had to see
if he would let me suck him again. There was a side street near
our house with no houses so I parked there. Brian looked straight
ahead as I reached over and laid my hands on the front of his
pants.

As I squeezed his cock, he didn't say or do anything but when I
started to undo his pants, he helped me to get to his dick. He
undid his pants completely and I was able to feel his balls as
well as the hardening shaft that was rearing up in my hand.
Within seconds, my head was in his crotch and I took the lovely
cock fully into my mouth. He stroked my hair as I pleased him
with my tongue, feeling his ball-sac with my hand and fondling
the balls within.

Brian sat there, legs wide open, while I worshipped at the temple
of his sex, smelling his groin and feeling his coarse pubic hair
against my lips and cheek. He was sat back and I was servicing
him, just like the slut that I was. The pre-cum was flowing and I
savoured it, knowing that soon I would have this man filling my
mouth with his seed. And I would accept all of it, even though I
didn't like the taste, knowing that it was what he wanted because
he couldn't get it at home.

His breathing became heavier, shorter, and I knew I would happily
be the receptacle for his slime as soon as I had sucked it from
him. He moaned quietly as his dick jerked in my mouth and the
torrent of his potent spunk began to shoot over my tongue. I had
to swallow immediately because if his spunk escaped my lips, it
would spill down into his pubic hair and maybe onto his pants.
How would he explain that when we came back from KFC?

He pumped and I sucked, his fucking motion making it difficult
for my mouth to keep attached to his fountain, to follow him for
the spunk I so desperately needed. His white hot spunk coated my
tongue, my teeth, my gums, and I felt proud that I could excite
and arouse a man so much that he orgasmed so easily without him
physically having to do anything at all. He was the giver and I
was the taker. He filled me up with his masculinity and I was
thankful that he chose me to fuck his spunk into. Brian had made
no attempt to touch my cock throughout this encounter and I
wasn't at all put out about it. He was a man, after all, and I
was the cock-sucking slut who wanted to please him so much.

The flood of spunk had stopped and I licked the cock that had
been so generous to me, cleaning it of all the evidence of my
sluttishness. I had to make it clean so that his wife would not
know of her husband's dalliance with a cock-sucker. I knew then
that I would always make himself available to him, to carry out
the sex acts he wanted, no matter how perverted, to service him
in ways that his wife would not.

After the clean-up, he calmly put away his dick while I dried the
saliva and stray spunk from my lips with the back of my hand,
licking up the mess with my tongue and swallowing it all. Once we
were on the way to KFC again, nothing was said and I reflected on
my position as a cock-sucker. I'd done it twice now, both times
with Brian, and I'd felt empowered, even though technically I had
serviced HIM and not the other way round.

My tongue felt the slime coating the inside of my mouth and I
found the taste more agreeable than the last time he'd fucked me
in my mouth. I wondered, given my willingness to suck and
swallow, whether a time would come when I would really love the
taste of hot potent spunk and whether sometime in the future I
would seek out other men to service in the same way. My cock,
which had been hard when sucking Brian's dick, had softened
afterwards but the thoughts I was now experiencing had made
things between my legs begin to stir and the stiffening process
began. I had to think of something else before we got to KFC as I
didn't want anybody to see the tent which was now clearly visible
at the front of my pants.

Things continued in the same way during the following months. The
times for eating chicken from KFC increased and I never figured
out how this decision was reached. All I knew was that I could
suck Brian's lovely dick every time we went to fetch the chicken.
The same ritual was carried out each time. I'd drive to the side
street, he'd get his dick out of his pants and I'd provide him
with the relief that his wife wouldn't. Wendy didn't want to
taste spunk and I couldn't get enough of it!

Me and my wife visited Brian and Wendy from time to time and
although the opportunity to please Brian sexually was never
possible, the visits were pleasant social occasions. It was on
one of these occasions when Brian suggested that I might like to
pop round to their house during the week. He did shift-work and
Wendy worked days so that he would be alone in the afternoons
during the weeks where the shifts made it possible.

I said yes coolly but my head was all over the place while I
thought about the possibilities. Brian's pants held my attention
regularly but although they were tight enough for me to admire
his bum, the dick department never revealed any stiffening
activity. I tried to imagine him naked and I succeeded, but the
thoughts had to be replaced by others so that the tent growing
inside my pants would reduce and nobody would notice an erection.

That same week, I visited Brian and he was alone, dressed in a
bath robe. As soon as I saw him, I just knew he was naked
underneath that robe. After seeing to his hostly duties, he sat
opposite me. While I drank the tea that he made and we talked
pleasantly of this and that, he could see that my eyes were
constantly flitting between his face and his crotch. The short
robe allowed me to see his legs up to about a foot away from the
jewels I knew were nestling between those legs.

Imperceptibly his legs moved slightly while he talked and I found
I was able to see more each time. I could just see his ball-sac
peeping out and my stiffening cock crept upwards inside my
underwear. The next movements he made allowed the robe to open
more and I was then able to see the semi-erect dick that I'd
pleased so often.

My eyes were fixed on his dick and all pretence of amiable
conversation was forgotten by both of us. I left my chair and
went to sit between his legs which he had to open wide to
accommodate me. My hand reached for his dick and he sat there
while I fondled, happy as my fingers began to explore his sex. I
looked up into his face as I aroused him and he looked down at me
with eyes that displayed the lust he was feeling.

"Let's go upstairs," he said quietly and I released his dick. I
followed him upstairs, watching the shape of his bum as we
climbed.

Once there, he took off his robe and stood there completely
naked. I ogled his body, his hairless chest, the erect dick, the
balls that hung below. I undressed myself by touch, keeping my
eyes on his body throughout, and he watched as I revealed my own
heavier, hairier body to him. Once I was as naked as he was, he
lay on the bed and I joined him there.

My lips sought out the stiff dick and I went back to working on
his arousal. His ball-sac hung down between his legs and I
switched between dick and balls, giving attention to pleasuring
him in any way he wanted. His moaning spurred me on and I
considered each moan a reward for my efforts, a sign that I was
giving him feelings that maybe his wife wasn't capable of. My own
cock was stiff but my own satisfaction was not the primary
objective; it was only the pleasure that I could give that
mattered to me.

Then came something new. Brian rose up and straddled me in a 69
position and took my dick into his mouth. He had his knees on
either side of my body as his mouth tasted me, licking and
sucking, his tongue tasting the pre-cum that was now freely
flowing from my pee-slit. My own mouth sought to continue sucking
on his dick but in that position, with his cock firmly against
his abdomen, my efforts to bring it down to a 90 degree angle so
that I could suckle him required some strength. He was so hard
and the muscle controlling the angle of his dick was so strong
that it required a determined effort to overcome the difficulty.

I managed it though and found that I could also now see the
rosebud that was his bum-hole. My finger found some of my saliva
and pre-cum from his dick and was immediately running around the
entrance to that lovely bum-hole. Brian's bum was lovely and
taut, a rounded shape that showed off perfectly the advantages of
his youth.

I shuffled myself upwards and put my tongue to the rosebud and
tried to push the tip inside. Brian paused in his oral
stimulation of me and seemed to be taken over by the sensations
of his first anal penetration, the first time anybody had touched
that part of him. He groaned loudly at my invasion of his
bum-hole and he was obviously suffering no distress, revelling in
the new sensations that the nerves around his little hole were
producing. The groaning continued as the tip of my tongue tried
to enter further into his rectum and because he wasn't au fait
with what was happening to him, he didn't know that he should
relax his sphincter so that I could invade him further. It was no
good so I went back to my finger stimulation.

He moaned as I inserted the tip of my finger into his bum-hole
and his sucking of me began again as he must have realised that
he had abondoned me. His sucking became harder in response to
what I was trying to do. The tightness of his hole excited me and
I tried to go in further but it wasn't working. He must have
realised what was happening because he stopped, left my cock and
leaned over to open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, retrieving a
small jar of Vaseline.

I fully expected him to hand it to me so that I could apply it to
his bum-hole but he didn't. Instead, he scooped some out and
greased his own bum-hole. I watched as this man, who wanted to
keep his dignity as a heterosexual, stuck a finger inside himself
and displayed all the outward signs of being unashamedly gay. He
finger-fucked himself and I wondered how he would see himself
when the orgasms were over and he would be faced with the
situation in the cold light of day.

He was still straddling me, his hand behind him, applying
Vaseline and moving his own finger in and out of that lovely
little hole I found so appealing. My lips went to his ball-sac
and I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, licking the skin and
moving it around with my tongue. His finger stopped and he
climbed off me, leaving me wondering what he wanted to do now.

When he took out a scoop of Vaseline from the jar, he started to
coat my cock with it and I suspected then where this was going.
Within seconds, I found I was right.

Vaseline jar to one side, he turned himself around to face me
and, still on his knees, lined up his bum-hole with my very stiff
cock. I lay there and watched as this heterosexual man tried to
force my cock into his body. He was above me, his stiff dick hard
against his abdomen, attempting to lose his cherry to a man and I
was the one he had chosen for the honour. He wanted a man to fuck
him and it was to be me. Wow!

It turned out to be more difficult than expected and he suffered
pain as his anal ring opened up and my cock began to enter him.
He stopped and wasn't quite sure what to do next.

"Keep still, Brian. Don't move just yet," I said in a soothing
fashion, trying to calm him. He seemed to want it so much and I
was afraid that an unpleasant experience now might put him off
forever. He was bolt upright while trying to do this so I brought
him forward a little so that his arms were forced to support his
body over me. I stroked his back as he waited and I said to
pretend he was going to take a shit, then his hole would open and
he'd be able to take me further inside him.

After another minute, he tried again and another inch of me
entered his rectum. He stopped again, letting himself get used to
the size of me and, after a few more pauses, I was completely
buried inside him, my pubic hair pressed against his bum-cheeks.
He rested there and I took the opportunity to grasp the stiff
little dick before me and wank it, spreading the pre-cum that he
was producing all around the head of his dick. He was as hard as
a nail and as I looked up at his face, the emotions I saw were
lust and happiness. He wanted this. He wanted to be fucked by a
man. He knew it and so did I.

He rose slightly and I watched as part of my cock appeared, shiny
with Vaseline. He fell and rose again and, finding it pain-free,
he began a rhythmic movement, fucking himself on my cock. My
continued wanking of his cock helped to speed his orgasm and,
within two minutes, he groaned loudly as he came, spraying his
hot spunk all over my chin and chest. He stopped fucking himself
on me briefly and I felt his bum-hole tighten considerably as his
first spurt decorated my chest. The velvet vice which was his
rectum pressed my dick harder as his second and third spurts hit
my chest, mingling with my chest hair.

He collapsed on me and I cuddled him, kissing his shoulder. His
orgasm was affecting me now and his velvet vice started my own
orgasm off and I tensed as I grabbed his bum-cheeks and forced my
cock as far into him as I could get it. My cock sprayed his
bowel, hot spunk jetting up into him, my cock jerking as my
spurts came one after the other. Four, five, six shots went up
inside him and I clung to him tightly, wanting to kiss his lips
but not daring to. My gasping near his ear must have had some
effect because he clutched my upper arms as I came inside him.

Here we were now, him lying on top of me, he with spunk deep
inside his rectum and me with his spunk between his body and
mine. We rested, not moving at all until he felt the need for a
quick run to the bathroom. As he pulled off my cock, he scambled
off the bed and beat a hasty retreat. I think he made it because
I heard sounds that suggested that his bum-hole had opened and
the spunk I had deposited in him now flooded out of him and into
the bowl. The mess I was looking at on my chest was his spunk,
that white hot potent seed that I'd wanted in my mouth, so I
gathered up what I could and fed myself with it. It was tasting
better now.

While I was waiting for him to reappear, I wondered how he was
going to face the reality of what he'd done. He'd seduced me and
made me fuck him up his bum. I was happy with it but I wasn't at
all sure how he would cope with this later, when I wasn't there
any more. Maybe he could get Wendy to fuck his bum with a dildo
or a strap-on but somehow I doubted it. And of course, with a
dildo or strap-on, you don't get your bum filled with hot spunk.

When he returned to the bedroom, he put on a sheepish expression
and said, "I only just made it," and we both laughed. There was
no tension in his voice, no anxiety on his face, and I began to
believe that maybe we would be doing this again real soon.

A week later and I was back at Brian's house and he was alone. No
more seduction necessary, just a, "Shall we go upstairs?" and I
followed him again to their bedroom. Our clothes were stripped
off without delay and we were on the bed again, me sucking him
and he's straddling me in the same 69 as last week. My mouth went
straight to his bum-hole and the tip of my tongue forced its way
inside. He knew what to do now with his muscles and he opened
them up so half the length of my tongue could enter and move
around. He was beside himself with the excitement I was creating
inside him and he happily sucked on the cock which had fucked his
bum the week before.

Relief washed over me as I realised that no blame was going to be
heaped on me for Brian's change in attitude to his sexuality but
I did just wonder how he would be with Wendy from now on. I hoped
he was going to be circumspect about any sexual favours he wanted
from her in the future. I wouldn't want him to blurt out that
he'd like to be bummed without preparing the ground beforehand,
suggesting perhaps that they both might like to try something
new, something different. He could be a bit cloddish at times but
Brian was a great shag, I could promise Wendy that.

This time in the bedroom, it was different. He left my tongue to
fetch a towel and laid it down on top of the bed, got out the jar
of Vaseline and gave it to me. He bent down on all fours, his
head on the cover with his bum in the air, legs spread wide and I
knew what he wanted me to do. My tongue in his bum-hole had wound
him up and he couldn't wait for what he got last week. I didn't
mind doing that for him but I wanted his spunk in my mouth and I
wouldn't be getting it. No matter, I was there to please him, not
myself.

I scooped out the Vaseline and liberally coated his little
fuck-hole, pressing my fingers inside to ensure that I wouldn't
hurt him when my cock fucked him. After I coated my own cock with
the Vaseline, I held onto his hips and pressed the head of my
cock to his little hole and pushed carefully. He exhaled as the
head entered him and I waited briefly before proceeding. My stiff
rod pushed forward again and he groaned. I stopped but he urged
me on.

"More, John, give me more," and I did as he asked. I pushed all
the way in and held it there. His breathing changed and he was
gasping, feeling the log which was thrust up inside his bum-hole.
"Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" he said and I decided to forget the
gentleness I had lavished on him earlier.

'Right,' I thought, 'so that's how you want it,' and I began to
fuck into him. I rode him hard, ignoring his pleas to be more
gentle, and I was pretty sure that I was hitting his prostate
with each thrust. I looked down to watch my cock appear, then
disappear, as I fucked him. My grip tightened on his hips and I
fucked into him, my balls banging against him on each inward
thrust. He wanted fucking and he was getting it and although I
thought I was punishing him, he moaned and groaned, with the
occasional, "Oh yes, oh yes," from him and I knew then that he'd
love being fucked always. The heterosexual was always on display
on the outside but I knew that if a man offered to fuck him, he'd
bend down gladly and take it like a man, right up the arse!

He was delirious by now and I knew that with the best will in the
world I wasn't a porn star and couldn't hold back the inevitable.
Five minutes of hard fucking doesn't sound very long but when you
do it, it's energy sapping. The feeling was here, the sap was
rising, and I knew he was going to receive a big load from me.

His hot tunnel had its effect and I started to groan as the first
shot of spunk spurted into my friend. Shot after shot of my hot
spunk was pumped into his waiting rectum and his, "Oh oh oh oh,"
bore witness that he could feel it deep inside him, the jerking
of my cock as each spurt added to the hot cum already bathing the
walls of the tunnel inside him. I stayed hard against his lovely
bum until I was sure that all the dribbles had also gone inside
him. I collapsed over his back, hugging him to me, and listened
to his ragged breathing. He was coming down from the high and I
thought maybe I could suck his dick and get my reward.

When I slowly pulled out of him, his bum-hole was gaping wide and
I could see the red of his flesh with a streak of white which was
the a bit of the spunk I'd pumped into him. I watched as the hole
slowly began to close and for some reason, I put my tongue into
it. It went in much farther than I expected and I tasted his
natural juices and what little of my spunk that remained near the
entrance to his body.

He went over onto his side and I saw that he had spunked on the
towel which had been beneath him without me even touching him. I
obviously HAD been hitting his prostate and to some effect. He
had cum and cum while I was driving my cock into him, all
unbeknown to me. He was wasted, exhausted by our activities and
truthfully, so was I. He smiled up at me and I smiled back. I
wanted to kiss him but that would have been a step too far, a
step too gay for him.

I cleaned up what spunk I could from the towel and then took his
flaccid prick into my mouth. As always, a prick in the mouth is a
most satisfying feeling, one I shall never get tired of. I wished
I could have stayed and made him hard again so that I could have
swallowed a mouthful of his spunk but his wife would be home soon
and I'm sure she would not have appreciated me fucking her
husband.

These covert meetings continued for a couple of years and we
never got found out. Brian always wanted my cock from then on
and, to be honest, I missed our activities when we had to move to
another part of the country for my work commitments.

I don't aplogise or feel sorry for turning Brian from 
heterosexual to the cock-hungry man he became but I think along
the lines that if Wendy had offered to do what he needed, he
wouldn't have needed me, would he?

END


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