Monday, 31 August 2009

Taken In Hand - Part 1

Last Monday saw me meet up again with MG, the young bi guy who wanted to experience rimming. After enjoying our last session, he was eager to do it again.

I arrived at his building mid-morning, and he let me in. We walked up to his apartment, which was filled with diffuse light as his curtains were drawn. I slipped off my jacket, putting it down on his couch. He drew close to me and we kissed. His kisses were tentative, just like last time. After a minute of this we proceeded to his bedroom.

Again, his bedroom curtains were closed, the only light came from a lamp in one corner of the room. He had prepared the bed by removing his duvet and placing a towel over the sheets covering his mattress. We sat on the bed and had a few kisses.

He was nervous, and got up to change the music playing in the background. I took this opportunity to strip out of all my clothes save my boxer briefs. He looked over my body as he returned to the bed, we laid out over the mattress and kissed some more, this time with more passion. Soon he was just in his underwear too.

He reached into my underwear and started to play with my cock, which was hard and dripping precum. I pulled my underwear down and off my legs, discarding them on the floor next to my clothes. He did the same with his boxers, and we jerked each other off. The problem was he jerked me too hard, manhandling my meat instead of caressing it. I knew I couldn't cum that way.

Instead, I concentrated on how I jerked his cock. There's a technique to masturbating another guy. When you jerk yourself off you have a direct connection. You can instantly tell what feels good and what gets you off. When you masturbate someone else, you take your cues from them. Their movements, their breathing, the way they react to your touch, these tell you if what you are doing is getting them off. Soon he had abandoned my cock and was lying back in a blissful state enjoying the handjob I provided. He was close to cumming, and told me to stop, he didn't want to shoot too soon. Instead he moved over and straddled my chest, and presented me with his ass.

I put my hands onto his asscheeks and pushed them apart, revealing his hole. I leaned in and began to lick up his crack. His back arched and he moaned as my tongue reached his hole. I licked at his hole, probing the orifice with the tip of my tongue.

Suitably lubed up with my saliva, I inserted one finger into him. His ass was tight and gripped my finger as I slid it in and out. I alternated between using my fingers and using my tongue on his hole. He began to jerk me off. Again his grip was too hard, and I had to move his hand away. I wrapped my hand around his dick and resumed jerking him off, my tongue busy licking his hole. His cock began to grow harder in my hand, I knew he was close. I increased the intensity, licking him and jerking him until he shot his load.

Some of his cum landed on my chest, most had coated my fingers. I pulled my hand out from between his legs, and a wicked thought crossed my mind. His hole was right in front of my face, my fingers were sticky with his cum. I fingered his hole with my sperm soaked digits and worked his own load into his ass.

More to follow...

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

The Unpaid Whore

August '06, it was my day off and I was horny. I was on a gay hook up site and got an IM from a guy who liked my profile pic. We chatted for a while and during the course of our conversation it emerged that he had this fantasy that he wanted to act out.

We ended up planning to meet that day, so I hopped into the shower and was quickly on my way over to his place. I wore my leather jacket (the same one that Mr Silver liked me to wear when I fucked him), a tight fitting punk t-shirt, dark denim jeans and black leather boots. I sent him text to let him know I was entering his building. As arranged, the door to his apartment had been left open. I walked in and closed the door firmly, my sign to him that I had arrived. I made sure the door was shut.

I caught him sneak a peek at me through the slightly open doorway of his bedroom, before he scurried back into the room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing over the laminate wooden floor. Each step made with deliberate force, so that he knew I was heading towards him.

I pushed the door to his bedroom open and saw him laying face down on the bed. Completely naked, ass propped up with a pillow and pointed up towards the ceiling. I moved over to the bed, again deliberately slowly. I ran my hand over the exposed flesh of his buttocks and he shivered at my touch.

Bondage Guy was in his early 20's. Slim and mostly hairless apart from a patch of hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading to a groomed bush. He had a number of tattoos, a tribal band around one upper arm and a star in between his shoulder blades. He had confessed to having a fantasy of being tied up while someone fucked him, and that's why I was there.

I stepped away from the bed and he turned his head to face me. I peeled off the jacket and hung it on the bedpost at the head of the bed. I'd need it later. With his eyes he indicated to a plastic bag resting on a chair next to the bed. In it were a number of ties. I guess this is what he wanted me to use.

I picked up one tie, then lifted up his right arm from its resting position on the bed. I tied the material around his wrist, then moved his arm up to the metallic headboard. I slipped the material around the central post of the headboard, maneuvered his other arm into position and tied the other end of the tie around his left wrist. I made sure the knots were tight, but there was a little space between his wrists and the material.

He had watched me tie his wrists to the bed frame, and now his gaze wondered over my still clothed body. I was supposed to have blindfolded him, but I wanted him to watch me as I undressed.

I slowly pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then I removed my boots, and my socks, tucking them into my boots. I heard him utter "Please, Sir", the first words he had said since I arrived. I picked up my socks and rolled them into a ball, then held them under his nose. He took a deep sniff. They were clean, but a little damp with fresh sweat. I walked back over to the chair and selected another tie. This time I popped the balled up socks into his mouth and tied the tie around his head, over his mouth to hold the socks in place.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forward as the jeans slid down my legs. I stepped out of the jeans, and let him gaze at my firm, furry body and at my hardening cock.

I picked up another tie, got onto the bed and straddled his body. I wrapped this last tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. I moved so my knees were between his legs, and I pushed his legs apart. I lay my body over his, and rubbed my furry chest hair into his smooth back.

I slid down further, until my face was next to his ass. I pushed apart his buttocks. I made a move to lick at his hole, but he didn't smell clean down there, so I didn't rim him. Instead I blew air on his hole and watched it twitch in anticipation.

Bondage Guy had left a bottle of poppers and a rag on his bedside table. I reached over and picked both up. I put a little of the liquid onto the rag, and held it under his nose. He took a deep sniff, then moaned. I left the rag in front of his nose. Since his mouth was occupied, each breath he took was laced with fumes from the rag.

I took a quick sniff from the bottle of poppers before I replaced the lid and put it back on the bedside table. A warm, pleasant feeling invaded my body, and clouded my head slightly. I reached to the inside pocket of my leather jacket and picked out the condoms and small bottle of lube I had inside. The condoms were put on the bedside table by the poppers, while I lubed up his hole. A few minutes of finger fucking, and I felt he was ready to proceed.

I sheathed my cock in rubber, dripped lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over. I positioned the head next to his hole, held the rag back up to his nose, and pushed in. He moaned as I slowly entered, and I pushed my entire length into him in one slow, smooth motion. The poppers and generous amounts of lube helped. I held myself over him and waited for him to become accustomed to my cock.

I leaned forward so my mouth was next to his left ear and in a low growl said "You ready?". He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I slowly began to pump away. He pushed his ass towards me, a signal that I could go faster. I did.

I fucked him as hard as I could. He moans were muffled by the socks in his mouth. I pumped him until I was close to shooting, then slowed down to a stop. I pulled my cock out. I could hear him moan, but it was more to ask what was going on.

I got off the bed and then turned him over so he was on his back. His arms were still tied, he was still blindfolded and gagged. I climbed back onto the bed, and positioned his legs onto my shoulders. I entered him again, and slowly fucked him, gradually increasing the momentum.

His cock was hard, and had left a trail of precum onto the hair that made up his treasure trail. I held his legs to my body with my left hand, and wrapped my right hand around his cock. I used the precum to lube up his cock, and jacked him off as I fucked him. I wanted him to cum with my cock up his ass. I pumped him harder, jacking his cock as I did so. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

I felt his cock stiffen in my hand, and I worked it faster. As I fucked him, I could feel the walls of his ass contract around my cock. He began to shoot his load over his chest, and the constrictions of his ass made me cum too.

Spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and I got off the bed, laying his legs back onto the bed as I did so. I pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom next door to wash up. When I returned, Bondage Guy was still tied to the bed, the pool of cum on his chest had slowly run down his sides.

I untied the tie gaging his mouth, and removed my socks from his mouth. They were damp with his saliva. I should have thought ahead and bought another pair with me, but I didn't, so had to put those back on. I would have gone sock-less, but I was wearing boots and didn't want to get blisters. I dressed, and my last act was to untie one of his wrists before I left his apartment. He was still blindfolded when I left.

Everything we had done, he had outlined to me in our IM conversation. He wanted someone to anonymously fuck him. Wanted someone to tie him up, gag him with their sweaty socks and blindfold him, and wanted someone to hold a popper soaked rag under his nose while he was fucked. I had dressed for the part, and hoped my act lived up to his fantasy.

There were a few deviations from his plan, however. When I arrived, he was supposed to be face down on his bed, not sneaking a peak at me as I walked through the door. There was to be no kissing or talking, but the few words we exchanged couldn't be helped. I did debate whether or not to gag him with my socks, but it was his fantasy, so I played along.

He contacted me later on the hook up site, saying how much he enjoyed our session and wanted to know if we could do it again, even if I could bring a few mates with me the next time. I declined his offer. Even though taking part in his fantasy was an interesting experience, it felt scripted and, without the kissing or the spontaneity, I felt like an unpaid whore.

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Let's Go Outside

It was a sunny day in July '06. O and I had tried to sort out a meet, but things never panned out. I was horny as hell and needed relief. I jumped online onto a gay cruising site, said I was free that day and looking to hook up. There were the usual bunch of flakes online, and those guys interested in chatting rather than meeting.

I remember chatting to one guy, but he disappeared, and was about to give up when I received a message from a guy who liked my profile pic. We started to chat and I found out he was bi and closeted (so no profile pic). He had a few hours free and wanted to meet up, but couldn't accommodate, as he claimed he had workmen at his place. He then suggested that we meet outdoors. So I'll call him Outdoor Guy.

He knew of some fields near to where he worked that could serve our needs. It was summer, the weather was fair, and I was looking to broaden my sexual experiences, so I agreed to meet. I quickly jumped into the shower and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, no underwear. He didn't want to give out his cellphone number so all I had was blind faith that he would show.

The fields he mentioned were on the city limits, to the south of where I lived. I used public transport to get there. It took half an hour, and it was close to midday when I got off the bus. The fields were fenced off from the road, so I had to walk along the fence to find a gate that would allow me entrance.

The pathway was tree lined, and as I walked I noticed a guy walking towards me vaguely matching the description the guy I was chatting to gave. He was wearing a bright blue football jersey, and I remembered the guy said that is what he would be wearing. We walked past each other.

I stopped under a tree, and he stopped a few meters away. I gave him a quick glance, then looked away into the distance before running my hand through my hair, then quickly looking back over to him to see if he got my signal. I had no idea what I was doing, no idea if this was the guy I was supposed to meet, or if he had decoded my elaborate signal.

I am lousy at reading signals from guys. Put me in a room with a guy, or bunch of guys, and I'm fine. If I know that we are there to have sex, I can act accordingly. But when it comes to the precursors of sex in public places, I have no clue. My anxiousness gets the better of me and I usually chicken out before anything takes place.

Fortunately, he came over and introduced himself and we shook hands. He was in his early 30's, about 6 foot tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. Cute but slightly chunkier than he described himself online. As we walked up the road, he explained that he thought I wouldn't be able to find the entrance to the fields, so had decided to walk down the road in the hopes of meeting me.

He lead me to the gate, and I followed him down the path towards the fields. The trees were thicker here, and I was on guard, in case I was being led into some sort of ambush. The trees thinned out and lined the edge of the field, which was fallow and was covered in stalks of grass up to hip height.

He leaned up against a tree and we kissed. I could taste the sweat on his upper lip. I ground my stiffening cock into his as we kissed, then got down onto my knees as I unziped his jeans and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or two. He was average size, no more than 5 inches uncut, but I gave him a good idea of my oral talents. He moaned softly with every pass of my tongue on his sensitive cock head.

The sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't many shadows to conceal what we were doing. A passing stranger could have seen what we were up to. I got up off my knees and voiced my concerns, so he zipped up and we went to look for something a little more secluded. We didn't find anywhere better suited, so came up with the idea of lying on the grass in the centre of the field. The long grass would conceal what we were up to, and we could be more comfortable.

We lay out in the sun and made out. He had me on my back and unbuttoned my jeans. My cock sprang forth, unhindered by my lack of underwear and he sucked me off. I felt amazing. I lay there with my eyes closed, the blazing sun beating down on my body and a warm, wet mouth on my cock. Does life get any better?

After a while I had him on his back, the front of his shirt pushed up as I licked and sucked his nipples. He had a slightly hairy chest, and was sweating from the heat. The sweat was fresh, and I lapped it up every time I made a pass at his tits. He undid his jeans, turned over onto his stomach, and presented me with his lightly furred ass.

I went to town, licking at more of the fresh sweat that had accumulated in his crack. He let out a low growl when my tongue passed over his hole, and I ate him out. He asked if I wanted to fuck him. It wasn't something we had discussed when we were chatting online. I didn't think he was into being fucked, so I had not bought any condoms with me. I told him I had no rubbers, and he said he didn't mind it raw.

From a closeted, bi guy to a raw cum dump bottom in the space of half an hour. Yes guys, I'm that good, lol. However I had never barebacked at that time, so I decided to finger fuck him instead. If the same situation presented itself to me now, would I fuck him? In all honesty, yes. I would fuck him raw, and probably cum in him too, then spend the next couple of weeks kicking myself for being weak willed, meanwhile furiously jacking off to the memory of his unprotected ass surrounding my cock. If you haven't figured out by now I'm a little screwed up.

Anyway, I finger fucked him until he shot his seed into the ground. His ass clamping down on my fingers with each shot. We kissed again, and then he went down on me. Again I closed my eyes and let him suck me off as I soaked up the sun. I told him when I was ready to shoot, and he increased the pressure of his sucking. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed.

As soon as he had my cum, he changed. He became furtive, jumping up and making his excuses that he had to leave, and asking if I was okay to find my own way back to the road. I said yes, and he was off. From cum dump to closeted bi guy, quicker than the change of a traffic light. Told you I was good.

I stood up and watched him walk to the edge of the field. There were grass seeds stuck to my t-shirt, so I removed the shirt and shook the seeds off. He turned around to see if I was following him, and must have seen me shirtless, my taut, toned body in the afternoon sun. He stopped and watched me for a moment before going on his way. Probably thought I was trying to entice him into round 2, but I was just trying to clean up a little, so it didn't look like I had been rolling around a grass field.

I walked back along the tree lined path to the road, and caught the bus home where I showered the last few seed heads out of my hair.

Monday, 17 August 2009


It was warm spring afternoon in early April '06. My workday had finished, so I walked through the city to O's place. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He greeted me with a warm smile as he opened his door, in I went and we kissed.

Kissing O was always a magical experience. We chatted, flirted, and kissed as he finished up his chores. In his kitchen, we made out and things got steamy. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt to tweak his nipples as we kissed. I even lifted up the t-shirt to have a quick lick and nibble of those sensitive nubs. My cock was leaking precum into my boxer briefs, and I wanted him, but I would have to wait.

Guy #1 was due to arrive soon, and he wasn't coming alone. He had asked if he could bring someone. I said I didn't mind, and since it was O's apartment, he should be the one to have final say.

O and I had a hour to kill before Guy #1 arrived. We retired to the bedroom, and made out on his bed. Since we had a big night planned with Guy #1 and the new guy, we agreed not to take things too far. We knew we couldn't cum, but strangely that made our make out session all the more erotic. We ended up stripped of all our clothes save our underwear, teasing each others flesh, taking each others cocks into our mouths and bringing each other as close to the edge as we dared. The hour passed by very quickly.

Guy #1 sent a text to say he was on his way, so we reluctantly dressed. Although, we joked how hot it would be if O answered the door in his underwear, a big ol' bulge tenting the fabric, and then leading the guys into his bedroom, where I would be waiting, naked, stretched out on the bed, hard and ready.

We decided against it, in case it freaked out the new guy, and he turned tail and ran from our little den of iniquity. Instead, when Guy #1 arrived, O opened the door and I stood in the hallway behind him. Guy #1 entered the apartment, followed quickly by his guest, JM.

JM was in his early 20's, good looking and tall, with dark brown hair, straightened and fashionably cut. Guy #1 had good taste. We shook hands with JM, and then we followed O into the bedroom, where we stood around and chatted. Guy #1 mentioned that he tried to get another guy to join us too, but he couldn't make it.

We decided to get down to it, and so we all stripped down to our underwear. Fortunately, the boxer briefs I wore were jet black, so the wet patch from my earlier precum leakage did not show up. JM took his lead from Guy #1, so when he lay down on the bed, JM did so to. O and I stood by the bed. We began to make out again, and on the bed Guy #1 and JM did so too.

O and I then joined Guy #1 and JM on the bed. I slipped behind Guy #1, and began to kiss the back of his neck while running my hands over his muscular body. O had taken position behind JM and was doing something similar to him.

Guy #1 broke off kissing JM, twisted his upper body around and started to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I pushed mine out to meet his. I continued to massage his body as we kissed, and my hand wondered over to feel JM's slender frame, while his mouth was occupied kissing O.

We swapped partners, and I kissed JM. He was an okay kisser, but I had been spoilt with all those months of kissing O. I resumed running my hands over him, but he didn't really reciprocate. I don't think he liked my body hair, and I was by far the hairiest one there. Guy #1's body hair was light, and O shaved his off. JM was probably used to making out with hairless twinks like himself, not an otter like me.

We swapped partners again, and I was back in O's arms. Much better. I was with someone who liked my fur, although O often teased me that he would take his shaver and give my body hair a close crop. At that time the only bit of bodygrooming I regularly did was to shave my ballsack. As Dr. Evil said: "There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking".

Guy #1 received a message from the other guy who was going to join our group that night. It turned out he was free, and wanted to know if it was too late to join in. Guy #1 asked if we minded adding another to our party. JM said he didn't mind, and neither did I. As I said, it should be up to O as it was his place. O agreed.

Guy #1 dressed and left to pick up the other guy, Y. He only lived 10 minutes away, but lived with his boyfriend, who had no idea that Y was carrying on with Guy #1. Y's boyfriend was working late, leaving him free to join us.

It was left to O and me to entertain JM in Guy #1's absence. Standing up, we sandwiched him between our bodies. O was in front of him, kissing his mouth, as I stood behind him, kissing his neck and running my hands down the sides of his torso. We soon lost our underwear, and were in for a pleasant surprise. JM had a nice piece of meat dangling between his legs. At least 8.5 inches uncut.

While O worked on that lovetool with his fantastic oral talents. I applied mine to his rear end. I got down onto my knees and kissed at his cheeks. I parted them and was in for another surprise. His buttcrack was filled with thick brown hair. My hairless twink wasn't so hairless. I licked at his crack, and the hair ran across my tongue. My tongue quickly worked its way to the hairless centre of his anus, and JM gasped when I zoomed on his hole.

I remained on my knees as O and JM stood over me and fed me their cocks. I had two large pieces on manflesh to play with, one uncut and new, the other cut and very familiar. I relished each one, moving back and forth between the two as O and JM made out above me.

Guy #1 returned with Y in tow. Y was a young man from the Philippines. Small with delicate features and a hairless, compact body. As O, JM and I were completely naked, Guy #1 and Y wasted no time in joining us in that state.

Y lay out on the bed, and I joined him. I enjoyed Y very much. He was a good kisser, and had very sexy lips. While I made out with him, Guy #1, O and JM enjoyed each other. I took Y into my mouth and sucked him off and licked his hairless balls, while O kissed him.

Over the next few hours, we all changed partners and positions, and we all had fun kissing, licking and sucking each other. As usual with our group sessions, there was no fucking. At one point, seeing how much I was reveling in the new manflesh on offer, O jokingly called me a slut. I playfully slapped his ass. Though he was right, I embraced my inner slut that night.

Our little fivesome ended with Y on the bed, furiously jerking himself off. JM was kneeling on the edge of the bed, jacking off while Guy #1 was standing behind him, kissing him and rubbing his erection into JM's back. I was kneeling on the bed, facing JM and Guy #1. O was behind me, his cock in between my buttcheeks, running up and down my crack. JM was watching us intently. I guess from his viewpoint, it looked as though O was fucking me!

JM's sizable cock was jutting out in front of his body, facing me. I was in lust with that cock, and wanted to take it into my mouth again. I lost count on how many times I had that cock slide in between my lips and over my tongue that night, but I wanted it one more time.

I made a move forward to suck JM's cock again, but was restrained by O's arms holding me tight. I struggled, the lust for JM's one eyed monster clouding my mind. But, the more I struggled, the tighter O's hold became, and he was strong. I was going nowhere fast. From JM's viewpoint it looked as O was fucking me senseless, and I was trying to get away. It must have pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load.

Since I was right in front of JM, his thick ropes of semen splattered onto my body, and I was showered in his cum. I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath and he saw the cum hit my body, and JM apologised for shooting on me. I said not to worry, and I meant it. It awoke a something inside me. The force and the ferocity of the cum hitting my body that was such a turn on. To this day, one of my fantasies is to have a group of guys cum all over me.

JM, spent, got up and was directed to the en suite by O. JM quickly cleaned himself up, dressed, made his excuses, and left. While I showered JM's cum off my body, Guy #1, Y and O quickly reached their own orgasms. Guy #1 and Y cleaned up in the main bathroom and left together so Guy #1 could drop Y off before his boyfriend returned home. Guy #1 headed home himself, but texted me later that night to say how much he enjoyed the group session and the both JM and Y enjoyed it too. I helped O straighten up his bedroom, and we had a quick make out session before he dropped me off at home.

I hadn't cum yet, so alone in my bedroom, I relived the events of the fivesome, and shot my load, unfortunately into a tissue, before falling asleep.

O texted me early the next morning, saying he had woken up that morning with a hard on because of me. The night before he had caught a glimpse of me showering in his bathroom, and the thought of my naked, wet body had filtered into his subconscious mind as he slept. I texted him back saying that I would be happy to hop into his shower anytime he wanted, and maybe next time he could join me.

O and I continued seeing each other regularly for a few months afterwards. We had a few more threesomes with Guy #1, but they petered out when Guy #1 took his female partner away on holiday for the summer. Arranging time to meet O also became increasingly difficult. We were both busy with work, and although we texted each other and sent each other instant messages, we failed to meet up again until two years later.

Guy #1 and I haven't met since, although we are still in contact, and he wants to meet up again. I never saw JM or Y again.

Friday, 14 August 2009

The Story Of O

I met O as part of the threesome I had with him and Guy #1. Over the next few months the three of us would meet up regularly, and as a result O and I grew closer. O is a year younger than me, with sexy dark eyes, pouting lips and a firm, toned body.

One Wednesday afternoon, a few months after our regular threesomes started, we again met up to have some fun. Like always, I arrived at O's place with Guy #1. That day, Guy #1 was only free for a few hours, so he eventually had to leave. I had the rest of the day free, and so did O, so we decided that I would stay, and the two of us could continue our fun. Later that night, when Guy #1 texted me to say how hot the three of us were together, I replied that I was still at O's, and that we hadn't left the bedroom.

Partly because Guy #1 couldn't always get away to join us, O and I began to meet by ourselves. O lived about 10 minutes walk from where I worked, so on days when he finished work early, we would arrange for me to go over straight after my workday finished. Occasionally, we would take the day off together and spend it the majority of time in his bed.

Sex with O was always fantastic. He's a great kisser, fantastic at giving head, and has such a sexy ass. We would kiss, and suck and rim each other every chance we got. I loved having his long, thick, cut cock in my mouth. I remember how he would gasp whenever I teased the underside of his cock with my tongue, and I would take great delight in hearing him moan with pleasure when I ran my tongue over his smooth hole.

It was during one such rimming session when O said he wanted me to fuck him. As a threesome, O, Guy #1 and I never fucked each other, so this was something new to enjoy. I lay on my back and watched as he rolled a condom onto my dick and then straddled me. He slowly lowered himself onto my cock and rode me for a while. Later I fucked him as he lay on his stomach, and then doggie style.

From then on we added fucking to our repertoire, but only when it was the two of us. He did try fucking me once, but being an anal virgin, I was too tight and he couldn't penetrate me. So, when we fucked, I always topped him.

Our threesomes with Guy #1 continued, taking place every few weeks or so. Guy #1, horndog that he is, kept on trying to add more to our number, which resulted in us having a fivesome one evening (an encounter I will write about in a future post).

Monday, 10 August 2009

Three Minus One

The threesome that formed between Guy #1, O and myself worked well. We had fun kissing, sucking and enjoying each others bodies. However, when the opportunity arose to have Guy #1 all to myself again, I took it.

Guy #1 invited me over to his place one weekday morning, when he had the place to himself. As I have mentioned he is bi, and has a female partner, so he couldn't usually accommodate and our meeting had to be discrete.

We again met at the train station, and he drove me to his house. We kissed as soon as he shut his front door, and he led me up to his bedroom. I was very aware that I was about to have sex with him in the same bed he shared with his partner.

We kissed as we stripped off our clothes. I ran my hands over his muscular footballers body, and I enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under his soft skin. He was as sexy as when we first met. No wonder he could have all the cock he wanted, and he got a lot of action.

We slipped in between the sheets, kissing and fondling each other. I moved down, kissing his neck, down his chest, moving to my prize jutting up from between his legs. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.

I lapped up the precum flowing from his slit. Nectar to my taste buds. I licked at his balls, sucking each one into my mouth before moving back to his cock. Looking up, I could see his face, eyes closed, his lips spread into a smile. I loved the expression on his face, all because of me.

He wanted to return the favour, so we switched positions and he took my cock into his mouth. I had my hands resting on his sexy shaved head, and guided him around my groin. It felt so good. We eventually ended up in the 69 position, and feasted on each other.

We were lying on our sides on top of his bed. While he sucked my cock, I moved my mouth from his hard dick, over his balls and towards his ass. I aimed my tongue at his hole and licked away. I felt him moan around my cock, and the vibrations felt amazing.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with me sitting on his lap facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed as we rubbed each others cocks. He wanted to fuck me, but didn't have any condoms. I knew I had some in my work bag, which I had left by his door when we arrived, but I didn't say anything. I had never been fucked before, and Guy #1 had a thick cock. I knew if we tried, it would hurt like hell.

Instead we jerked and sucked each other into a satisfying, sticky climax. We showered, dressed, and had one final kiss before we left his place and he dropped me off where we met earlier that day. The next day we met up with O, and the three of us resumed our fun.