Billy Cunningham’s Hidden People

Hidden People

A Journey to Bisexuality

“There was never a story so good that it couldn’t be improved by a bit of imagination!” 

I, as a writer of Irish descent, can only agree with such a statement. My grandfather was born in Tipperary. My grandmother died a few years before I was born and my parents returned to my grandfather’s house to take care of the old man who would have been about seventy. I can call him an old man because it is my approximate age as I write these words.

My grandfather’s house was in Lincoln Park, Michigan just six blocks away from where my parents had been living with their newborn child, my older brother. Two of my father’s brothers were still living in the family home that he had built. Grandfather had been a carpenter and his eldest son and namesake, Dennis, had taken on the business by then. Dennis would become the “rich son” with a Wasp wife and only two children. (We became the typical Irish Catholic family with six children and multiple miscarriages. One of my younger sisters carried on the name of Dennis with one of her four boys.) I liked all of uncle Denny’s family and part of me aspired to become that successful and to have a brick house. Even if it was only so that I could have the great miniature train set they had in their basement. For me, these were the signs of wealth.

Although I was born in the hospital in a nearby town, I was raised in my Irish grandfather’s house. It is likely, that as an infant, I slept in my parent’s room in the small one story building that had my mother as the sole female. My early memories inform me that I slept in the lower bunk of a bunkbed in my grandfather’s room by the time I was a toddler. My older brother had the coveted upper bunk. There was always a Miracle Whip quart glass container with amber liquid next to my grandfather’s single bed in the corner. The lid was always tightly in place. I thought that it was liquid coming out, but maybe it was liquid going in. I never had the guts to smell or taste it since I assumed it was liquid coming out. There was only one bathroom in the house which was at the far end, a distance from the front bedroom where the three of us slept. As memory serves, we children all had baths one at a time in a big circular metal tub. If we said any bad words, the Lava soap went into our mouths. I got used to its taste.

In the morning, I loved having a soft boiled egg with my grandfather. The eggs rested in thick clear glass shot glasses and after you broke the top you inserted a pat of butter (We never had butter but we used that word to represent the margarine that we did have.)  My mother used to tell of the Depression days when you had to mix in the yellow dye for the margarine to make it look like butter. And she spoke of how she longed in her childhood for store made bread instead of what was made at home. I was raised in those improved “packaged” modern times.

My grandfather taught me how to pee against the side of the rusted metal trash can when the trash was burning. We did that in the alley back in the 1950’s. The hissing sound of the pee as it hit the hot side of the barrel was very entertaining. “Never pee into the wind,” the crusty Irishman declared. “They’ll think you peed yourself and you’ll be in trouble.”  I might have made up that memory but does that change the entertainment value of the tale?

I once heard my own son telling his boy, “You can’t believe everything that Grandpa Bill tells you.” No one who knows me would be surprised that I enjoyed the movie Big Fish with Albert Finney. My stories are recollections of an experience filtered through the person I am today.

I didn’t fully appreciate the depth of my Irish heritage until I was reading Angela’s Ashes in my thirties and had to stop reading because it struck too many painful chords of disrespect for human life as well as the inherent violence between men. I always finished books, but this one exposed a box that I was not ready to open at the time. Life is different now and all of them are open.

The stories I have written in this volume are based upon some reality that I have lived. Some are truer (a word I never thought I could use accurately.) to the experience than others. I have never let the truth get in the way of telling a good story. But above all others, the truth that took me a long time to discover about myself is that I am equally attracted to women and to men. I lived my early life as totally straight, monogamous and ignorant about sex like most Irish Catholic American men were prior to the Internet. I was neither suppressed nor informed, just left to fend for myself.

My first understanding about sex came from my mother who handed me a paper pamphlet about the human reproduction process when it became clear to her that I had no knowledge of my younger sister’s condition during menstruation periods. The pamphlet had some limited pencil drawings of anatomy but nothing that suggested sexuality or human contact, just body parts in simple line drawings. It was meaningless to me, but did help me understand why my sister couldn’t always go swimming in the lake with the boys.

While I can recall a few wet dreams in my teenage years, I never masturbated until I was in college in New York City. There I lost my virginity to a thirty five year old hot Puerto Rican woman who seduced me. Then I understood what pleasure a penis could provide. Thanks to that sexy woman, I became a sexual being. You might well understand then why I am still exploring, learning and discovering fifty years later and asking people, “How did YOU lose your virginity?”  Almost everyone answers that question, even at a dinner party with strangers. It is in the end a simple question and one that everyone can readily answer, if willing to be open. It makes for great conversation! 

As a happily married man for years I had no need for an emotional connection with someone else outside marriage. I had a good sex life, but there was a feeling that nagged at me to understand what it was like to be with a man. Any activity I had to explore this before my divorce, was purely physical and far from where I lived, so it would have no connection with my “real” domestic life. This is not an uncommon experience for married men who are not completely heterosexual.

My early stories tell of my encounters with people in the years following my divorce. I had begun limited early exploration with men in my forties, but it was not until I was single and in my fifties that the more complete search took place. I avoided looking for any relationship with either a man or a woman, because I needed much more so to find myself first and felt that it was only possible to do that honestly as a single person.

I avoided labels such as gay and bisexual because I felt that those might limit my self image as I explored. I only took on the label bisexual as it became clear to me that when I was having regular sex with men, I still thought a lot about women. When I had a regular female sex partner, I thought about men. A friend asked me, “So when you wake up in the morning, do you want to be with a man or a woman?” I didn’t like his binary choices, so I replied, “I’ll take one of each, thank you.” Being that way made any kind of attempt at relationship more complicated, so I simplified and just had lots of “friends.”  Nevertheless, I did sometimes try relationships, as you shall learn. Come with me on my bisexual journey of exploration. But I must warn you that in the process of writing these stories, I have learned how to stretch truth into fiction. You decide which is which to you. For myself, I’m not sure anymore.

Mark and Nancy in Virginia

It was the first time that I was going to meet with a male and female couple to explore sex. I wanted to make an excellent impression so I got a haircut and shaved so that my face was very smooth to the touch and I planned what to wear that I knew looked good on me. I had encountered them on a website that had a lot of straight and not so straight couples who were looking to spice up their sex lives. It was 2004 and I was single almost a year. I was eager to explore my bisexuality with a man and a woman together. I didn’t want to engage with single females because I was concerned about emotional entanglements and judgements about my bisexuality. A couple seemed the best option for me.

I was working on a project in the Shenandoah area which was lush and beautiful in the late Spring. Wildflowers were rampant in the vast meadows. It was prior to tourist season so the human population was limited but animals were easily observed. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of Skyline Drive with its constant curves that kept drivers at reasonable speeds.

Mark and Nancy were living only about thirty minutes away from where I was staying and were slightly older but seemed to be in good physical condition. The pictures of her body were quite attractive with very nice C cup breasts. They both listed themselves on the website as straight which I was also doing at that time. I wrote a note of introduction and to my great pleasure they responded the same day. We sent a few emails back and forth before they suggested meeting at a bar in the city where they lived. This was great!

I arrived at the bar which had lots of dark wood and a rustic appearance but inside it was almost like an English pub. Mark and Nancy were sitting at the bar and waved me over to join them when they saw me enter the bar. Nancy was quite attractive with long blond hair and a low-cut blouse with tight jeans. Mark was stout and very manly with a bit of grizzled face hair. He had a firm handshake and a pleasant welcoming smile, the sort of affable man you might well expect to meet at a bar. She was drinking a martini and he had a whisky on the rocks. I ordered a bourbon on the rocks and we began the dance of getting to know one another while everyone was thinking about a possible sexual experience.

Since I hadn’t had any intercourse with a woman in a year, it didn’t take much for me to determine that I was a yes if they would ask. The couple had the power in this negotiation and often it would be the woman who held the aces. In this case, it seemed like Mark was the decision maker and Nancy’s place was to protest if she really didn’t want to engage with me. The conversation was pleasant and I learned that they lived just a short distance from the bar. Like me, they had grown children and were both working.

“Do you think she’s attractive?” Mark asked boldly and I readily affirmed while complimenting Nancy on her choice of clothing. I also declared that I really liked a woman with long hair. She smiled and sipped her drink taking in my words. Mark turned to Nancy and asked, “So, what do you think?” “I think we should bring him home where we can be more private,” Nancy responded. I liked the way she was thinking. “Follow us,” Mark declared as we left the bar and got into our respective vehicles.

It was dusk on an April evening and it was easy to stay close behind the blue Mercedes Benz that they were in. We headed out of the city and were quickly in a forested area. Mark pulled onto a sideroad which ended about half a mile later at a large metal gate with stone stanchions. The gate opened as we approached and I experienced some safety anxiety being led into a very secluded space as the light was waning. I swallowed hard and girded my loins while continuing to follow the blue Mercedes. The gate closed behind me and we drove through the densely wooded area for about a half a mile going uphill.

When we reached the top of the hill the woods opened up to an expanse of five cleared acres of land with a single large house in the middle. The house was at least seventy percent glass walls held in place by massive planks of wood. It was an appropriate house to build in the middle of the forest. I would have loved living there.

Mark welcomed me to their home and escorted me to the bar area where Nancy was making a new martini. The bar was as professional and well stocked as any commercial bar and had a full-size billiards table off to the side. Mark decided that I should try a Spanish brandy which he enjoyed and he made drinks for both of us. I sat on a bar stool and Mark sat next to me while Nancy remained behind the bar playing the role of flirty bartender. She had undone the top buttons on her blouse and a sexy black bra was clearly visible with luscious breasts bulging out the top.

The Gran Duque de Alba brandy was a very delicious beverage and I was happy with both of the choices my hosts had made for me. I became more relaxed and pushed back my earlier anxiety. “Why don’t you take off your top and bra?” encouraged Mark. Nancy followed direction and when her breasts were released, she put on a small show. She took a sip of her martini and pushed up her breasts to give each of them a wet martini lick including a flick of the engorged nipples. My cock was growing in my pants in response.

Nancy left her position behind the bar and came up behind me. “My nipples really like to be sucked on,” she declared directly to me while holding her breasts forward. I didn’t hesitate, but promptly placed her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on her gently while supporting that beautiful breast. There were the mixed scents of perfume and martini. She pulled my head in tighter and said, “Suck it harder.”  I knew how to follow direction and sucked on that tasty nipple with eager abandon before I moved to taking small nibbles with my teeth. “Bite it,” she encouraged me and I worked that nipple like none I had ever before.

Mark enjoyed watching and was fondling her ass in those tight jeans. I saw him run his hand between Nancy’s legs and rub her pussy through the denim. She was really getting into the scene of having two men’s attention and her moans of delight became more intense. She reached down and felt my hard cock through my jeans and said, “Ohhhh, maybe we should go upstairs.” “Let’s use the table first,” Mark replied as he started to undo her belt to get Nancy naked the rest of the way. All three of us moved into naked mode as we made our way to the billiards table.

Nancy got on her knees and Mark pushed his already hard cock into her open mouth in a way that I was certain had been done many times before. He had an average length cock which was thick but Nancy knew how to take him and had all of him in her mouth in no time. She eagerly worked his cock and cupped his smooth balls. “OK, now suck him,” Mark declared while turning Nancy to face the next hard cock. She immediately did as she was told and it felt so good to be inside her warm mouth. I loved the way that the red lipstick expanded as she opened fully to take me. Nancy had really good oral skills and I had to hold back to avoid orgasm. I ran my hands through her long blonde sexy hair. This was heaven.

Mark put a towel on the corner of the table and Nancy climbed nimbly up and lay on her back with her pleasure hole now occupying one of the table corners. Mark got on his knees and buried his face in her pussy. I moved to the side and returned to working Nancy’s breasts and nipples with hands and mouth. Mark was eagerly pleasuring his wife and felt the arching of her back in response. Nancy pulled my face between her breasts and tousled my hair as she orgasmed. She gave out a deep growl and pulled my face up to meet hers. She kissed me hard and pushed her tongue into me with passion and desire. “Now, eat me,” she directed and I did as I was commanded.

Nancy’s pussy was wet from the first orgasm and her clit was bulging out seeking attention. I guessed correctly that her clit enjoyed the same level of rougher attention that the nipples wanted. I rubbed my moustache hard against the clit and heard her exclaim, “Yes.”  Mark was twisting her nipples firmly while I pushed a finger inside to find Nancy’s G spot. It didn’t take long before the muscles tightened and I knew I had located a good erogenous zone. I sucked hard on her clit as I massaged the G spot. Her arched back informed me that Nancy was getting ready and soon she let out an enormous release accompanied by a much louder growl.

“I want to be in the bed now,” Nancy directed at Mark who agreed that it was time to go upstairs. The wide stairway to the second floor was made from large planks of wood and had an open structure like much of the house. The master bedroom was probably fifty feet long and had the same large walls of glass but with sheer curtains in place. The bed was an elevated king-sized bed with large pillows and a fluffy comforter. How luxurious!

Nancy climbed into the middle of the bed and we got on either side of her. I put one nipple in my mouth while Mark took the other. Both of us played with Nancy’s pussy and clit taking turns rubbing the clit or penetrating her pussy with a finger or two. Mark moved into position for fucking and lifted the smooth legs up onto his broad shoulders. His thick cock pushed inside with one quick thrust. Nancy let out a gasp of air and pulled my head hard onto her breasts. She clutched me to her naked body while her husband was thrusting like an athlete although his breathing was labored. I heard his increasing intensity and felt her body tighten up. Mark let out a loud yell as Nancy’s body shuddered from his orgasm.

Mark didn’t linger inside her, but said to me, “Go ahead. Fuck her. She wants your cum.”  I didn’t sense any hesitation from Nancy so I moved into Mark’s place and lifted Nancy’s legs onto my shoulders so that a hard cock could easily penetrate her. She was loose and full of his cum with the labia already spread wide and glistening. I pushed my cock in slowly but fully until my balls were kissing ass cheeks. She was so hot inside that my cock reached deeper to fill her even more. I saw Nancy’s eyes widen as she took on an animalistic face in the fullness of deep penetration.

I stayed in that position for a few minutes thrusting vigorously and then released the legs. I lay on top of this sexy woman and pushed my cock hard into her, back and forth, never coming out, never stopping. She held up her right breast for me and I took her tasty nipple into my mouth. I bit the nipple roughly as I thrust into her as hard as I could. There was no holding back this time and my cock thickened for release. Nancy’s pussy muscles clenched hard on my dick and I released a huge load of cum with multiple aftershocks. My whole body collapsed from the release and I lay my head on her chest while breathing heavily. Mark didn’t play with her while I was inside, but he clearly enjoyed watching another man fuck his wife in their bed. “Yes. That’s what she likes,” he said when I was finished.

As my cock softened and popped out, I rolled over onto my back next to Nancy. The three of us lay there face up enjoying the afterglow of a very hot sexual encounter with stimulation, passion and orgasms for all. In a short while, I heard Nancy drifting off. She had enjoyed more alcohol than we had and it was not surprising that she would nod off at this point.

Mark said to me softly, “Let me show you the bathroom.”  We gently removed ourselves from the large bed so as not to disturb the freshly ravaged sleeping beauty. The bathroom was large and well-appointed with beautiful natural stone tiles and large mirrors. There was a very masculine sense about the entire house except for the bedding which spoke to Nancy’s femininity. Mark watched me while I cleaned up and when I was done, he said, “For the next time, if you shave your balls, I’ll suck on them for you.”  I had never done any trimming before and here was a good reason to start. “OK,” I responded with an affirmation of intention. This was the only signal he provided that bisexuality was on the menu.

We went downstairs and I put on my clothes, while Mark remained naked. Before I could ask, Mark declared, “The gate will open for you automatically as you approach. Let’s keep in touch.” “Yes. Thank you,” I replied with a lightened heart and empty balls.

I walked out into the grand open space and smelled the refreshing air of the forest. The moon shone down its soft light and I felt full and empty simultaneously. My trust in Mark and Nancy proved true when the metal gate opened wide for me as I approached. I greedily began to think about the next time.

Mark and Nancy in Virginia 2

It was not until a month later that our schedules matched up again. We made a plan for a late Saturday afternoon. Mark directed me to use the intercom to gain access through the serious security gate. He also directed me to come to the pool area. I parked my car and did as requested. Just to the side of the large house was an equally large swimming pool which they must have just opened now that the weather warranted using a pool.

Mark and Nancy were both naked laying out on lounges next to the shimmering water. They both got up and gave me warm hugs with their naked bodies to welcome be back. Mark encouraged me to get naked as well. He poured a brandy to match the one that he was drinking. Nancy was enjoying her usual martini.

The conversation was light and friendly like friends catching up on the events of the last month. It was amazing to be so comfortable with a naked man and woman. I asked about the red helicopter that was parked on their property. To my amazement, Mark informed me that he was a stunt flyer. They also used the helicopter to go to their island property during the heat of the Summer. I was of the opinion that helicopters were dangerous enough just flying normally. I couldn’t imagine the courage and skill that it took to do stunts. I applauded him on his abilities and declared that he was my first stunt pilot which made him laugh.

With so many signs of wealth, I had to ask Mark what he did for work. He informed me that he was a land developer. The back of my mind began to wonder if Mark were just an honest businessman or if he were connected to an Italian group. I had gotten over my anxiety with them the last session, but here it was gnawing again at my comfort zone.

I couldn’t tell with Mark, but it seemed that Nancy was not on her first martini. She decided to enter the pool and said to me, “Come get wet.”  Nancy was a sexy playful woman and I was not about to pass up that offer. Mark chose to stay back to watch while sipping on a brandy.

Nancy and I played in the water like much younger people and it wasn’t long before she pressed her naked body up against mine while we were in the water. “I’m happy to see you again,” she said with a sweet smile. She kissed me full on the lips while I felt those large breasts up against my chest. Nancy’s hand reached down and stroked my cock in the water and it didn’t take much for me to be fully erect. She leapt up and wrapped her legs around my hips while keeping her lips pressed against mine. I was astonished when she tucked my hard cock up inside that eager pussy. I had never fucked in the water before and it was a big surprise for me. Nancy behaved as though it were a perfectly natural thing to do suggesting that it was not her first foray. I cupped those sexy ass cheeks with my hands while she held onto my shoulders for support and bounced her pussy up and down repeatedly. The luscious breasts were bouncing along with her pussy, splashing the water and both of us were getting very stimulated. There was a hard squeeze on my cock as she growled out an orgasm. We both laughed and she pushed her body backwards into the water away from me, releasing my cock.

I swam after her but she was faster than I was. By the time I got to the end of the pool, she was walking back to the martini and enjoying a good laugh. “That was fun,” I heard her direct to Mark who likely enjoyed the show. Nancy turned to me and said, “Was that your first pool fuck. Did I surprise you?” “Yes and yes!” I declared emphatically. “That was so amazing and you were so hot. I couldn’t believe it was happening when you took me inside you.” “It’s better not to be a virgin at anything,” she stated suggestively. If whatever else she was thinking was as good as pool fucking, I was all for it.

Remarkably, we returned to a normal conversation for the next twenty minutes or so as if I hadn’t just lost my pool virginity. They were in control and that was how it was in being with a couple. I had to respect their relationship and act within their boundaries, if I want to be invited back. Going with the flow made it stay entertaining.

“I’m going to clean up and get ready,” declared Nancy as she polished off the martini. She headed into the house with an empty glass while Mark and I stayed by the pool to finish our brandies. I know I asked him questions about stunt flying, but my mind was racing ahead to be naked with Nancy in that large bed. I had really enjoyed fucking her in the pool and I wanted more. I have no memory of either my questions or his answers. The primal desire to mate was such a driving force and limited my brain function.

Mark directed us into a first level bathroom that had a large tiled walk in shower. We were both already naked and we had crossed the bisexual line during our first session so neither of us was uncomfortable. Mark turned on the water and we both soaped up and got clean. “I see that you trimmed,” declared Mark as he looked directly at my cock and balls. “Mind if I have a taste?” I didn’t mind and I knew that he would lead me to be fully ready for Nancy.

He turned off the water and dropped to his knees with my cock in his face. He lifted up my soft cock and licked the tip which started my blood flowing naturally. Mark licked up the underside of my shaft a few times before taking me into his wet mouth. The tongue was thick and provided good stimulation. The closely cropped facial hair stimulated my balls in a new way. Soon I was fully erect and Mark stopped sucking, directing his powerful tongue to my smooth balls. “Nice,” he declared as he returned to licking the underside of my firm cock. “Let’s go fuck my wife,” he directed while getting up from his kneeling position. Happy words for my ears to hear.

When we arrived in the bedroom Nancy was no longer naked. She had put on a restrictive black corset and long tight-fitting black gloves. She wore a spangled black eye mask and was holding a riding crop. Nancy was taller in the black stiletto heels. She had loosened the long blond hair which cascaded over bare shoulders. The corset pushed her breasts up higher and made them appear larger. “Hello boys,” she welcomed us with an anticipatory smile. I was unprepared and astonished at this transformation, but she was also extremely sexy in this outfit. What else lay in store?

Nancy turned to her naked husband and asked directly, “Have you been bad?  Did you suck on his cock and lick those smooth balls?” “Oh, yes, I did,” he responded quickly while looking down at the floor. “You know what that means,” she stated. Mark turned around and exposed his naked backside ready to be abused with the riding crop. There must have been some pain involved as Nancy stroked the crop against his bare buttocks but he didn’t make a sound, just accepting the punishment. “You know I like to watch,” she criticized.

Mark turned his attention to me and knelt before my semi-hard cock. “Well, suck it,” Nancy commanded. Mark eagerly took my cock into his mouth and sucked deeply, taking all of the shaft into his hungry mouth. “That’s a good boy,” Nancy declared while mussing his hair. She kissed me passionately while her husband continued to suck my cock until it was as hard as ever. The scent of lavender filled my nostrils as she pressed against me. Nancy bit my earlobe and whispered slowly, “I want you to fuck my pussy hard. I want it rough.”

I had never been given direction like this before, but I was trying to be open to new experiences. Nancy threw herself onto the bed still wearing her stilettos. I climbed on top of the darkly dressed seductress whose wet pussy was eager for penetration. I kissed those large breasts and then gave a bite which surprised and pleased her. I did the same with her neck as my hard cock pressed against that sexy body. Mark was on his knees watching while stroking his cock to a firm state.

I moved to a kneeling position and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders. Nancy’s pussy was now at a perfect pitch and I thrust my hard cock inside in one strong thrust just as I had seen Mark do in our first session. “Yes, fuck me,” Nancy declared with wide open eyes. I smacked her bare ass with my open hand and heard the sound of flesh on flesh. “More, harder,” she encouraged me. I followed direction and when I smacked her ass really hard, she squeezed my dick in response. I continued to thrust with vigor pushing against her enticing pussy as hard as I could.

“Smack my breasts,” she yelled. I was so unprepared and challenged by this request. The breasts were beautiful and I had always made sensual love to breasts although pinching nipples could be good. Hitting a woman’s breasts just seemed a step beyond for me. I gave a halfhearted attempt and she responded, “No. Really hit them like you hit my ass.”  I gave one breast a harder slap but I could tell that it was having a negative impact on my arousal. “Slap my face if you won’t slap my breasts,” she pursued. That was way beyond my limits and was not going to happen.

I returned to aggressive fucking and spanking her bare ass. As much as this was pleasurable, I had made a decision to not stop until I had filled her pussy with my cum. I was afraid of what direction Nancy would give next. I focused on how sexy she looked in the black outfit with beautiful long blonde hair. I focused on my balls slapping against her ass and that drove me to shoot my warm load deep inside. I let out a loud yell as my body shook in orgasm. I was dripping with sweat from the exertion but kept my cock inside as long as I could. Nancy squeezed me out and rolled over onto her side and it was not long before she drifted off to sleep. Perhaps it was the alcohol or just a pattern repeating from before.

Mark had watched me fuck his wife from that same kneeling position the whole time. I think that he came from stroking himself but I was focused on Nancy. He must have been very confident that Nancy was asleep because he began telling me of a fantasy he had. Mark wanted to tie his naked wife to one of the trees on their property and have a line of virile men ready to fuck her. He would be on his knees, blindfolded and handcuffed, eager to fluff the next man in line to be ready to take his wife and fill her to overflowing with sperm. I was surprised to find these pleasant and welcoming people so ready to be involved with physical pain and abuse. This wasn’t an area that I needed to explore. My anxiety had returned but also a sadness of loss for the simpler and sexy version of our first session.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned up a bit and got myself ready to depart. I think that Mark knew he had crossed a line with me but didn’t apologize for alarming me. “Be sure to let us know when you’re back in the area,” he declared with hope. I returned to my car and exhaled deeply before starting the engine. I was happy when the security gate opened and I was able to leave this compound of violent sex behind. I had been stimulated by the unexpected, particularly in the pool, but I wasn’t aroused by the violence and degradation. I never wrote to them and never returned. I wondered how many other men stayed for more than I had.

Tom and Jane in New Jersey

Tom and Jane were almost the antithesis of the wealthy Mark and Nancy who turned out to be too extreme for me. Tom and Jane were a male and female trucker couple who did tractor trailer long haul runs along the East Coast of the US. It was not long after my experiences with Mark and Nancy that Tom contacted me on the same website. I was divorced and living in an apartment in New Jersey and working in the New York City corporate world. They identified themselves as straight on the website just as I had. They were interested in a threesome using the sleeper cab of their truck. I had seen the sleeping area in a truck before, but had never occupied any time or space there. This would be a new adventure.

Tom and Jane were in their middle 50’s as was I and so we might make a good match. They declared themselves as average bodies which I did also. They shared partially clothed torso pictures but nothing facial or provocative. I sent naked photos and separate face photos. They appeared in the pictures just as they had described themselves which nurtured my sense that these were honest hardworking Americans.

I could understand how this would provide them with something to anticipate during the tedious long hours of driving. The challenge was that they wouldn’t know until half a day ahead where they would be stopping in New Jersey which had numerous locations for truckers to have their rest periods. I had no experience in any of them and would need to trust in the expertise of the truckers.

It was an early evening on a weekday and I was just arriving home from my day at the office. When I checked my email, I had a note from Tom letting me know that they would be arriving at a central New Jersey truck rest stop about 11 PM. Would I like to join them for some naked time in the truck?  I was excited by the note and responded right away that I would be interested and would arrive on time. The plan was in place and I cleaned up before heading to their location.

They would arrive earlier to be able to use the showering facilities at the truck stop. I had described my vehicle so that they could spot me as I drove through the truck area. A large truck with a navy blue cab blinked lights as I drove by and I flicked my lights in response. I parked my car in the car area and walked back to the blue truck. In the dimly lit nighttime parking lot, I saw Tom outside waiting for me. He was stout with curly light brown hair and his thick hand provided a hearty handshake. “Thanks for coming to meet us. Jane’s in the cab finishing getting ready. She’ll be done soon.”

While still standing in the dark, I asked if they had done this before and Tom explained that they used to have a friend who they enjoyed. He had lived along their route, but unfortunately, he moved away for work and they had been looking for a replacement. Tom said that it made the week special when they could have an additional man in the cab with them.

Jane exited the cab and came to greet me as well. She had a warm welcoming smile which was framed pleasantly by her long curly dark brown hair. She was wearing a thin cotton print dress which did a good job of emphasizing her attractive C cup breasts. I would have guessed her to be a size twelve. “Are you up for some fun?” she asked directly. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” I responded with my own broad smile of attraction. “Well, we have to go inside for that,” she declared as she turned and displayed her ass. She hiked up her dress to climb into the cab which exposed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. It was very enticing.

I climbed into the cab behind her and she slowed her pace for my face to come in contact with her smooth ass.  Tom closed the door as he followed me. “Be careful of your head,” Jane warned mentioning the low ceiling for a tall man. She lay down on the double bed mattress and undid the two top buttons of her dress exposing a dark blue bra with her breasts pushing their way out. I lay down on the bed next to her and placed my hand on her stomach before sliding up to massage her breasts. “You’re very attractive,” I declared which led her to return a smile. She undid the buttons on my shirt and exposed my smooth chest. Tom sat on the end of the bed and watched. I couldn’t tell if he was playing with himself.

Jane reached down and felt my hard cock through the tight jeans. She rubbed for a minute before saying, “You should get naked.”  I readily complied while she removed her dress and bra. Tom joined in getting naked but stayed at the end of the bed. I noted that he had a small cock and understood how his wife might want something bigger. Jane directed me to lay down and she placed her naked body directly on top of mine. She pushed the big breasts up into my face and I smelled vanilla. My cock was very aroused and standing at full attention. Jane gave each of her nipples some time in my mouth and I greedily licked and sucked on her like a happy puppy. She laughed with enjoyment and slid slowly down so that my cock was in her smiling face.

Tom used his opportune position to play with his wife’s pussy. I could envision that those thick fingers would feel good to her. Jane used the tip of the tongue to lick my shaft from the base to the tip. “Very nice,” she declared as she slipped the head of my cock into her warm mouth. “And tasty, just what I like.” I felt the warm mouth move further down my cock which was very stimulating. I loved the feeling of her sensual long hair on my naked flesh. She bobbed up and down on my member for a couple of minutes before turning around to place the trimmed pussy in my face. “Lick me,” she directed and I was happy to oblige.

She was already wet with excitement and I licked the labia to taste her hot juices. She moaned with pleasure as I used my tongue to separate her and tease the opening of her pussy. Jane was stroking my cock and asked, “Do you mind if Tom plays with your cock while I sit on your face?  He likes cock almost as much as I do and I want to watch him play with yours.”  Even if I hadn’t been in a vulnerable position, I would have assented to Tom playing with my cock. “I think I’m bisexual, so he can do what he likes,” I responded. I had never been so straightforward with a female sexual partner before. It was exhilarating and liberating.

I felt Tom’s manly hand taking over the stroking of my cock. There were times when I preferred the way that a man handled me using the techniques that he did for pleasuring himself. Jane pressed a wet, sweet pussy hard into my face and I used both hands to spread her ass as wide as possible. I loved being in this position with a woman and I heard her breathing quicken. She reached down with one hand and rubbed the clit while I licked her pussy. I felt smooth legs tighten against my naked body while she squeezed her ass hard on my face as she orgasmed without much noise. When her breathing returned to normal, she said, “We can’t make too much noise and alert anyone outside.”  I hadn’t thought about that but understood fully.

I felt Tom’s warm mouth timidly slip onto the head of my cock. He seemed less sure of his sexuality than she did and perhaps she was the one encouraging his bisexuality. Perhaps he was afraid to be comfortable about sucking me with his wife watching. He bobbed up and down a few times before I heard the sound of a condom being opened. Tom slipped the condom on my cock and sucked me a little more.

Jane turned around and pressed her wet pussy against my hard cock. She slid my cock up and down against the clit and opening which increased her breathing and anticipation for both of us. She sat up fully and slid my shaft inside slowly, savoring the sensation of being filled by a hard dick. “Ahhh,” was the sound of satisfaction as her pussy reached the base of my member. She began to slowly ride me and pressed her legs hard against me. I felt Tom’s fingers stimulating my balls which increased the arousal. Jane’s breasts were bouncing wildly and I enjoyed the visual of her long hair flying wildly.

Jane reached down and rubbed the clit as she rode my hard cock. Her other hand was pressed against the ceiling of the cab to give more control and balance. I felt the pussy muscles tighten around me and I knew that we were both going to orgasm soon. She took in a deep inhale and tensed her whole body in orgasmic pleasure while holding herself in suspension as though time had stopped. She exhaled more than had come in and her sweaty naked body dropped to rest against mine.

I felt Tom remove my hard cock from the used pussy to take off the condom. He stroked me firmly and I was so aroused by Jane’s naked body that I quickly shot a load of cum into his waiting hand. She laughed quietly saying, “Welcome to trucking.”  I joined in her light laughter as did Tom. I sensed that he used my cum on his cock to masturbate to orgasm. I heard his breathing getting stronger and the grunt of a load being squeezed out.

Jane slid off and lay supine next to me. Tom positioned himself next to Jane so that we all faced the nearby ceiling of the cab. “So, what’d you think?” Jane asked after a few minutes had passed. “Amazing!” I declared truthfully. “That was really sexy and fun,” I continued. “We’ll keep in touch and let you know when we can do this again,” Jane offered. “That’d be great,” I returned.  

I was working the next day and it was well after midnight. “I have to get home for some sleep,” I declared and they agreed that they also needed to get some rest before they went back on the road. “Watch your head,” Tom advised as I eased off of the mattress and put my clothes back on. I was much less sure of my footing as I climbed down from the cab than when I had entered. Tom made sure that the door was closed and locked. I was certain that all of us had pleasant dreams and a good rest that night.

Tom and Jane in New Jersey 2

Following our initial meeting, I sent a thank you email to Tom and Jane, but it was not until a month later that I heard from them. When a couple of weeks had passed without a response, I determined that they weren’t interested in more even though we all seemed to have had a pleasant time. Little did I suspect. Tom wrote a quick note and apologized for the long delay, but they had been running another route that didn’t take them to New Jersey. They were going to have another trip near me in a couple of days but the schedule wasn’t complete yet. Was I interested in meeting with them again?  I returned an affirmative response and declared that other than work, I had a lot of flexibility to meet on their schedule. Tom responded that he would let me know as soon as possible and that it would likely be a nighttime meeting.

A day went by and then another and I was beginning to lose sleep from anticipation, but I found I always awoke with an erection. Finally, I received a note from Tom early in the evening informing me that they would be in my area around 3 AM!  I agreed to meet with them and tried to get to sleep early, but I was too excited. I set my alarm for 2 AM so that I could get cleaned up and get to their location on time. What a life!

It was a different truck stop and I had some difficulty locating their truck since there were so many. They had parked at the far end to create as much privacy as possible. I parked my car and approached the blue cab where so much good sex had taken place. I was looking forward to more stimulating bisexual fun with Jane and Tom. He noted my approach and got out of the cab. We had a friendly handshake with smiles and he invited me into the cab where Jane was already in place.

She was attractively waiting in sexy red lingerie on the mattress. “Happy to see you,” she declared with a welcoming smile. “You look great!” I replied. I didn’t need any prompting to get naked and Tom did as well. Jane had chosen an outfit to emphasize her beautiful chest and my eyes made a beeline in that direction. I wanted to feel and taste those beautiful breasts and nipples. I hadn’t been with a woman since our last session and my body was eager to enjoy her femininity.

I was not subtle at all and climbed on top placing my face directly between the luscious orbs, taking in the feminine scent and the stimulating experience of her breasts in my face. Jane pulled my head into her saying, “Yes, go ahead and please my nice boobs. They like you.” I slipped one of her breasts over the top of her lingerie and licked the nipple before placing my lips to suck sweetly. My cock was firming up and I was not surprised to feel Tom rubbing my legs with his thick hand.

I switched to the other breast where the nipple was already firm and tight ready to be sucked fully. Jane tousled my hair and pushed my head lower down. I slipped between the smooth legs and breathed hot air on the thin red panties. I pressed my face against her crotch and vibrated my lips. Slipping the panties aside, exposed the labia which were already wet and waiting for an eager tongue. I lightly licked the folds of flesh and Jane pulled my head in tight to her crotch with a growl. I located the clit and sucked lightly. I felt her legs tensing and increased the pressure on the clit. Jane moved my head back and forth as though she were scratching a bad itch. Meanwhile, Tom had reached under me and was feeling my hard cock.

I moved a finger up to Jane’s opening and stimulated the external nerves before slipping my middle finger inside while I kept my mouth on the clit. Jane wasn’t surprised by the entry and pressed her body against the finger. I went exploring for her G spot and located an area back and to the right which resulted in moans when I massaged it. She began to writhe on the bed as I increased the pressure on the G spot and I knew that she was close to an orgasm. I sucked hard on the clit and Jane’s legs squeezed tightly against me as her breathing stopped through the long deep orgasm.

“Woof,” she exhaled as her body relaxed. Tom turned me onto my back and slipped his mouth over the head of my hard cock. Tag team attention was one of the benefits of a bisexual threesome. I was glad that he was more comfortable this time about his interest in my cock. Tom seemed to treat my cock like a big nipple and mostly sucked the head. I tried pushing his head down but he was resistant to that and I didn’t want to pressure him further. I just relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of a wet mouth.

Jane turned on her side pressing herself against my naked body. She shimmied up so that her breasts were in my face and I could enjoy the tasty nipples while my cock was being sucked by her husband. I enjoyed having both female and male energies in bed with me. While I was in this most pleasant state of arousal, Jane whispered, “Would you fuck my husband?  He wants it but is afraid to ask.” I appreciated Jane’s direct approach in stating sexual desire since I had no clue that that was on Tom’s agenda.

He was not the male body type that appealed to me for fucking, but in this situation, I readily agreed and Jane pressed her breasts more firmly into my face. “Thank you,” she responded. “Can I fuck you first?” I replied with equal directness. “Of course, you can, but you have to save yourself for my husband.” This was a reasonable approach and I was signed on to the plan. “I really want to fuck you missionary, so I can watch my cock sliding inside you,” I expressed confidently. “Please do.”

Jane returned to laying on her back and slipped off the very wet panties, fully exposing an eager hot pussy as the legs went up in the air. “Is this good for you?” she asked with a “come hither” smile. Tom gave me a condom and I moved into a kneeling position with Jane’s legs resting on my shoulders. I rubbed the head of my cock on the opening before sliding half of my cock inside. Her eyes widened from the fullness and I slowly pressed the hard shaft further inside. I slid my cock back and forth a few times, before pushing in deeper.

I leaned into her legs and made a full lunge into the hot pussy with all of my dick so that my balls were resting against a smooth ass. “Oh, that’s a lot,” she declared. I slowly went in and out of her pussy, filling the cavity all the way each time. “Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I directed and she eagerly complied. I didn’t dare do any rapid thrusts for fear of orgasm and a deal was a deal. It was hot fucking Jane in front of her husband who watched and stroked himself. He didn’t say anything, but I believed that he knew he was next for being fucked deep. I wondered if he were ready.

I turned to Tom while continuing to ravage his wife and asked pointedly, “Do you want to be fucked next?”  I sensed the concern in his voice as he replied, “I’d like to try.” “Lube up your ass to get ready,” I directed. “And get into a doggy position for me.” I returned to focusing on Jane while Tom got himself prepped for my dick. She decided that it was time to orgasm and began to rub her clit with more vigor. I felt legs tighten around my neck before her pussy spasmed on my cock. “Oh!” she exclaimed as pussy juices lubed my dick for her husband’s ass.

Jane relaxed her legs and I slowly pulled my cock back from the used, hot pussy. I turned to Tom who had been properly obedient in getting himself in position. “Have you been fucked before?” “Just a toy,” he admitted with honesty. “OK, I’ll do my best to cause you as little pain as possible.” Tom had a wide hairy ass, which was not good for my arousal state, especially following an orgasmic hot pussy. On the other hand, that meant that my not fully erect cock would be less uncomfortable for him.

I positioned myself behind the beefy ass and slid my cock up and down on the crack. I used my middle finger to play with his fully lubed hole and discovered that he was really tight. I could barely get my finger in let alone a thick cock. I worked his hole for a couple of minutes before I heard, “I don’t think I can do it.” I was actually happy to hear those words because I wasn’t sure that I could make it happen either.

Tom turned around and took off my condom. “Let me take care of you this way.” He sucked the head of my cock while he stroked the shaft. I watched Jane as she played with her pussy. Perhaps she was the most aroused of the three of us. “Let me lay down,” I declared knowing that Tom was unlikely to make me cum in that position. I was also hoping that Jane would push a nipple into my mouth.

I lay on my back while Tom used his strong hand to stroke my cock to full erection. Jane slid over and rubbed her delightful breasts in my face with her soft hair caressing my flesh. Jane’s scent along with the smell of recent sex was filling the cab and I began to writhe on the bed building up to an orgasm. I was a happy man enjoying the attentions of a woman and a man together. Tom felt my legs tense and moved into serious stroking mode. It’s a good thing that breasts were keeping me from being loud as I would have shouted out my huge orgasm. I felt my cock pulsing repeatedly in Tom’s hand. “That’s a lot of cum,” he exclaimed. He scooped up some cum and lubed himself to orgasm finalizing the threesome party. He collapsed back onto the bed and all three of us worked on normalizing our breathing.

Outside I heard truckers starting their engines getting ready to beat the early morning traffic through the dense urban areas. “I think that we have to get cleaned up again,” laughed Jane with the pleasant smile of a freshly orgasmed woman. I took that as my cue to depart and let them return to their employment. “Thank you,” I declared sincerely to both of them as I moved to get my clothes. In my heart I knew that it was Jane who brought me to that truck. She was one very open woman and I envied Tom. Would I also be able to find a woman who would join me in exploring my bisexuality?

A couple of weeks later I learned from Tom that they had lost the work that took them to New Jersey and it wasn’t clear when they would be back. This time they were the ones moving away from their threesome friend. It might also be that Tom was less ready than he thought he was to truly explore his bisexuality.

Mickey in San Jose

It was the first time that I knowingly had sex with a Catholic priest. I was in my middle 50’s and still working in the corporate world. I had a handful of staff members in San Jose and traveled from New York to meet with them every other month. It didn’t take me long to discover that San Jose had a fantastic gay bath in the middle of town.

The Waterworks was the nicest gathering place for gay and bisexual men that I had ever visited. There was a wonderful pool and jacuzzi with a true exercise area. Plants and comfortable seats were placed throughout the venue. The men that I encountered there were uniformly in good physical shape and pleasant. I sensed that Californians took better care of their bodies than people in the middle sections of the US. I always went in the evening after I was done with work.

On one of those relaxing and stimulating evenings, I was walking through the dimly lit maze of rooms with just a white towel wrapped around my naked body. When I noted a good looking small framed man lounging naked on a mattress in one of the rooms, I stopped. He had short dark hair and appeared to be in his middle 30’s. I was certain that my cock was bulging somewhat pushing out the towel. We made eye contact and assessed each other. He motioned for me to come join him and I closed the door to the room behind me.

I flipped my towel over my shoulder and became almost as naked as he. He moved to a sitting position on the small mattress and reached out a hand to gently caress my naked cock. He noted that it was starting to extend and said, “Good.”  He cupped my balls and slipped a warm mouth over the head of my shaft which felt great. He took the rest of my dick into his mouth and I began to achieve a full erection quickly. I rubbed the soft dark hair on his head and noted that it was also slightly curly which made me wonder if he were Italian.

Mickey was gentle and sensual in his approach which I found very stimulating. He began to suck me with more intensity and sensed that he might make me orgasm which was too soon since I had only recently arrived at the baths. I made him back off and took a seat on the mattress next to him. His own cock was small and not aroused. “It’s too soon for me and you’re too good at sucking cock.” “And you’re so tasty. I want more of you. Are you here for a while?” “Yes, I’ll use the pool and other areas, but return so that you can finish what you’ve begun.” “Let me have a little more before you go,” he requested and I relented as Mickey bent over to take my still hard cock back into his mouth for a couple of minutes. I had to make him desist again which he did. Mickey didn’t seem to have interest in any other parts of my body beyond the genitalia. Perhaps he was like some men who were just laser focused and restricted themselves from other elements like kissing which might be determined as too gay.

I enjoyed the pool and jacuzzi and cruised the other areas of the baths, but it was a quiet evening with just a few men and I didn’t interact with anyone else. After about thirty minutes, I returned to Mickey who was still in the room where I had left him. He smiled broadly and welcomed me back with wide open arms. I removed my towel and he hungrily took my cock into his warm mouth. He was actively eager this time and showed no patience, wanting to receive my load. But then he suddenly stopped and asked, “Are you alone tonight?” I informed him that I was on a business trip and staying at a nearby hotel for the night but had to be back in the office in the morning.

“Would you like to come to my place for the night?” he offered. I was very taken aback by the situation which was new to me. I had never gone home with anyone from a gay bath although I had from bars. I didn’t sense any danger but felt that here was an adventure unlike any I had had before. I asked where he lived and he informed me that he lived in Santa Cruz which was about thirty minutes away at the ocean. This was another plus in that I had wanted to see Santa Cruz but just never had and here was my opportunity.

I accepted the offer and he said, “There’s just one thing you should know. I’m a priest and I’m staying in a small apartment by myself, so it will be private.”  The new information totally surprised me but didn’t lead me to change my mind. I knew that there were gay priests and in my years as an altar boy I was certain that I encountered gay priests, but I had never been physical with one before. Here he was naked and sucking on my cock. I thanked him for his honesty and let him know that it didn’t affect my choice to spend the night with him. His happiness increased again and he became excited to depart.

We took the winding road through the beautiful mountains as early evening settled in. It was dark by the time we arrived at his apartment complex which was almost like a motel with its two story simple brick structure with entrances on the outside. When we entered his space, I observed that it was simply furnished which completed that sense of a two star motel except for the two visible religious items. There was a small crucifix on the wall to the bedroom and a small ceramic statue of Mary on the dresser. The apartment was clean and he was not dangerous. It would be fine.

Mickey encouraged me to get naked and into the bed while he lit candles. The room took on the soft glow from the candlelight without any additional light source. He made certain that the window shades were pulled and that there was complete privacy. It didn’t seem that he was paranoid but was shielding his work life from his personal life. I was also careful during my married life to keep my exploration with men far from where I lived. I even restricted emotional attachment since I was deeply in love with my wife. I had no need for an additional emotional or romantic life and perhaps it was the same with Mickey. Was he in love with his work life? Often nuns and priests declared themselves married to God.

Mickey got naked quickly and lay down supine, nestling himself between my runner’s legs. He began by licking the smooth balls and getting that area very wet. He licked his way up my cock a few times before slipping the engorged head into his warm mouth. He felt just as good at home as he had at the baths. My cock quickly responded to its full size and he took all of me to the back of his throat. He licked and sucked very slowly, knowing that I was going to be there for the night and no rushing was required. I was certain that he had been with married men who were on the clock for work or home, but I was single and he could just indulge himself to his body’s content.

I relaxed as he worked my shaft and sunk deeper into the soft mattress. Mickey began a faster and more intense pace in response and I found my legs hardening to the same status as my cock. He paid attention to what really stimulated me and adjusted his technique to enhance my pleasure. That seemed to be his primary interest. He focused on the head of my cock and I could tell that there was precum seeking to be his. “Your cock’s so wonderful. I just want to eat you all night.” He expressed his intent before hurrying back to put my cock in his mouth.

I held out as long as I could, but the intense attention to my hard on was guaranteed to make me cum. The balls tightened along with my ass cheeks and I pushed a huge load deep into the waiting throat. He eagerly and happily took all that I gave and kept sucking to get more. Mickey was insatiable. He kept my dick in his mouth as I began to soften and my body relaxed again into the mattress. It was a full orgasm that completely emptied my balls.

As can happen after orgasm, I drifted off into a peaceful dreamland and likely made the usual soft snoring sounds. I’d been told by others that I smile in my sleep and I was quite certain that I was smiling after receiving such attentiveness from my new priest friend. I didn’t know how long I remained in my dream state, but I awoke to find Mickey still between my legs and working the shaft with his mouth. “Hello. I want to keep sucking on your great cock.” I could feel that I was engorging again and was of the opinion that he might be able to get a second load from me.

The intensity of the sucking was there from the beginning this time and I sensed that Mickey was determined to get more cum in his mouth. He sucked hard and deep without any breaks for air or rest. Nonetheless, it was not until thirty minutes later that I knew he was about to get what he was seeking. I felt the balls reloading and my legs tightening. I was certain that he noted these changes as well and continued the deep cock sucking attention. I let out a low grunting sound as I filled the needy mouth again with my body’s juices. I arched my back and pushed the shaft to the back of his throat while clutching the bedsheets. Mickey took all that I had to give and swallowed fully, licking his lips and my cock to get the last bits. There was no escaping sleep after this effort and my body gave itself over to a fully relaxed state.

I awoke to the sounds of birds outside the window. It was morning, but it was not possible for morning light to slip into the room due to the shades. Mickey was again between my legs, fondling my cock. “Good morning,” came with a smile in the voice. I didn’t know if he slept or if he had stayed between my legs for the entirety of the night. He began to lick my balls while gently stroking my dick. I felt some engorging taking place and he slipped the head of my cock into the warm mouth for another round.

“I don’t think I have more.” “That’s OK. I just want to feel you in my mouth as much as I can.” Mickey returned to taking my cock in his mouth. He was less intense than during the night, but was still persistent in working my dick even when it didn’t really get hard. I was perhaps halfway engorged and that seemed to be sufficient to meet his needs.

After about twenty minutes of being sucked, I declared that I needed to get ready for work. Mickey directed me to the shower but stayed naked and lay on the bed while I freshened myself. His cock was still flaccid. I put on the clothes that I had worn the day before. The plan was to make a quick stop at my hotel to shave and put on fresh attire. No one at work would be the wiser for my night of sexual attention.

Mickey remained naked on the bed as I expressed my gratitude for his services. He didn’t escort me to the door and didn’t seem to want or need any human touch in return. “Hope to taste you again,” he offered as I made my way to the exit. I thought how disengaging it was to have so much sexual attention and simultaneously so little caring human touch from a man of the cloth. We all have needs and make our choices. If not for the religious items, I would never have had any clue that he was a priest. It made no difference in my experience although I knew that for some this was a fetish or a conquest issue.

Glen in New Jersey

He was lecturing at the most prestigious university in New Jersey. As a renowned chemist from the UK, he would meld well with the intellectual level at this university which had sought his knowledge. In truth, they wanted to bring him onto the faculty but Glen didn’t want to give up his post in England where his family lived. Glen was born and raised in America but had done much of his advanced schooling in England where he had married and chosen to remain. The offer to lecture for a month was a good compromise for all. I learned this information about him towards the end of our physical meeting and not through our initial correspondence.

Glen was secretly bisexual and a month away from the family would provide him plenty of opportunity to do more than lecture. He was planning on using his oral and tactile skills when he wasn’t engaged speaking to an audience or small group of scientists. He had created a profile on a site that I used and had listed himself as a top who enjoyed providing a full body massage without charge. At his level of income, he didn’t need massage money and the free component encouraged more responders. Glen was tall with a stocky build in his mid-50’s. No picture was provided, but the description spoke to me and I wrote a note of introduction. I was living alone in my house at the New Jersey shore, but still working in the New York City corporate world. I was fortunate that I could afford the high speed ferry that took me to Manhattan every day for work.  I loved the extravagance of taking a one hour ride on the water to and from work. 

Glen was happy to hear from me and commented that he enjoyed a man with a smooth body. He was staying at a hotel that would be about an hour away from where I lived and we made a plan for a weekend morning. I knew the area and that it would have some busy traffic on a Saturday, so I left early and barely made it to Glen’s well-appointed hotel just on time.

He was much more handsome than I had anticipated with a full head of thick curly light brown hair. He had a full moustache of the same color and bright blue eyes that gave outside appearance to the intelligence within. He was wearing khaki pants and a buttoned-down shirt with brown loafers. Had he worn different clothes he could have passed for a Texan cowboy, at least until he spoke. His vocabulary immediately identified his education and intellect. I paid great attention to vocabulary in choosing which stranger to be with for sexual exploration.

He had a broad smile and welcomed me graciously into the room. I could see that he had laid out some towels on the king-sized bed. “If you’re comfortable with me, we can start the massage,” he offered. I was attracted to him physically and didn’t need to know much about him to receive a free Saturday morning massage. I would get to know him better once his hands touched my flesh. I accepted his suggestion and got naked on the bed face down at the bottom end. He took off his clothes, but his red checked boxer shorts remained. The same light brown curly hair manfully graced his broad chest giving him a burly look.

Glen applied oil to his hands and began with my shoulders and back. He was not a professional by any means, but his hands were strong and felt good. From my perspective, the style was similar to a sports massage and was neither sensual nor sexual. I was a pleasure to be on the receiving end of this attractive, masculine man’s attentions.

I relaxed into the bed and began asking him questions about his work and family which were my typical non-intrusive male to male questions. I also asked about his sexuality and Glen informed me that he had come to be attracted to men most recently in his late 40’s. He had a very happy family life with a devoted wife and two beautiful teenage girls. He had no desire to make life changes, but his science mind begged for exploration and answers. The acceptance of this lecturing opportunity had come with both sex and chemistry on his mind.

Glen moved his hands to the naked lower half of my body where he spent more time massaging my runner’s legs and inner thighs before moving to my firm smooth ass. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs. His hands separated my butt cheeks as he massaged them outward in circular movements. My ass loved his attention and I felt my cock engorging underneath me. He may have noted the development and continued rubbing my ass with his strong hands. As a top, Glen might also have been attracted to my meaty hams.  He let one hand wander up the crack to see how I would respond and was pleased when I provided an affirming humming sound.

He changed position to stand in front of me while massaging my shoulders. He intentionally leaned forward so that I would feel his hard cock pushing through his shorts and onto the back of my head. “Nice,” I commented, but now I was conflicted. I knew that I would enjoy sucking on his cock which it seemed he was suggesting, but the massage felt good and I was reluctant for it to stop. Glen was persistent and remained in this massage position for a few minutes, waiting patiently for me to finally gave in to my sexual urges.

I lifted my head and propped myself up using my elbows. His cock was fully erect and attractively protruding from his shorts. The shaft was average in length but very thick. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slowly slipped the head of his dick into my waiting mouth. Glen knew that he was thick and took his time to gently push his cock all the way in until my face was pressed against the boxer shorts. His hands moved from my shoulders to my head to keep me propped in place while he continued to carefully thrust the hard shaft in and out of my mouth. Glen pulled out all the way each time to allow me to breathe and also to reexperience the feeling of entering me.

I became used to the thickness and applied some pressure to the sides of this hefty cock beginning to create some suction. “Yes,” he responded with encouragement. “Take my big cock. Get me nice and hard, so that I can fuck your sweet looking smooth ass.”  He picked up speed and intensity and I felt his dick pushing deeper into my throat as I relaxed into taking as much of his great cock as I could.

Glen pulled off his shorts and climbed onto the bed behind me. I heard him open and sniff from a bottle of poppers. He lay between my legs and buried his face in my ass, kissing the cheeks. He spread those cheeks wide and flicked his thick tongue against my opening. His weight was on my legs and I was immobile while he thrust a thick finger up inside me. Fortunately, he used oil and there was only pleasure as his finger penetrated me. He gently probed and stretched me, moving to a second finger to get my ass ready for his thick cock. Glen pushed his face back into my ass crack and shoved his tongue as deep inside as he could. I was very aroused and was eager to feel his shaft instead of fingers.

He passed me the bottle of poppers and said, “You’ll need this.”  I was heartened when he used the poppers because I was concerned about his thickness and whether I could take him without lots of pain. I gratefully took two hits from the poppers bottle and felt the warmth invade my body. The sensual high immediately followed and I gave out a large exhale as my body relaxed. Glen straddled my legs and positioned his cock between my ass cheeks. He moved forward and back teasing the area until I arched my back slightly, more fully exposing the opening for him.

He pressed the head of his dick in slowly and just stayed there while I got used to being so widely stretched. There was pain, but not enough to make me stop. I felt the thickness and enjoyed how much it stimulated me. I pushed back a little to encourage him to go deeper. Glen continued to push gently and I sensed that he was halfway in when I felt his cock pulled back but not out. He carefully thrust in again with the thick member and I was once again grateful for the poppers because I was only feeling pleasure as he filled me with his huge shaft.

Glen sensed I was used to him, so he began to thrust in earnest. His long, deep, full strokes filled me so full of thick cock that I had to clutch onto the bedding. I loved the way that he was manfully taking what he wanted. He had softened me up with massage and poppers. He had aroused himself to this state of excitement and now he would fill me with his seed. His breathing increased as he pinned my arms in place while his dick pushed in and out mercilessly until I felt him increase in size and squirt loads of cum deep inside. Glen didn’t make any noise, but let go a long exhale that suggested he hadn’t fucked someone in a while.

He released my arms and straightened up but didn’t remove his cock. He remained there a couple of minutes enjoying the warmth of being inside me and viewing his thick cock up my ass. I enjoyed feeling that dick remain in place so that we were still connected by our body parts. When his cock popped out, he gave my ass a pleasant smack saying, “Great ass.”

Glen returned to the earlier position of standing in front of me declaring, “Suck me some more.”  I regained my propped position and opened my mouth to take in the freshly orgasmed cock. There was still cum dripping from the wide head and I pleasantly tasted the salty fluids. I was surprised to feel his cock harden again right away. He was like a young man regenerating minutes later. What a strong libido he had. I began to suck him in earnest, eager to please this very masculine man. Perhaps Glen would fill my ass a second time.

He returned to his straddling position behind me and handed over the bottle of poppers. I didn’t like to use them much, but it was a better choice than the pain that his thick stick would inflict. The warmth and the rush from the poppers rushed into my body as I felt his hard cock press against my already used opening. The creamy first load had generously lubricated me. Glen didn’t hesitate to push in this time, knowing that I could take him. I held my breath as the thick shaft filled all of the space I had and then exhaled slowly to increase the relaxation. He seemed to push deeper this time and I felt my whole body opening to receive him. “Take me. Fuck me.” I wanted to merge my body with this sexy man and feel all of him.

Glen took my words of encouragement and increased the speed and roughness of his thrusts. He wanted to fill me to overflowing. He pressed down hard on both of my ass cheeks to spread them as open as possible. I felt his balls smacking against my buns wanting to cum. Endorphins surged throughout my body as I gave myself over to him. His deep voice growled like a big dog and I felt his cock burst open releasing another huge deposit into me. I felt his hot cum leaking down onto my balls. After this orgasm, he collapsed on top of me while his dick continued to stay inside. His breathing was labored but happy and I heard him chuckle as he said, “I don’t usually do two. Thank you, sexy man.”

It pleased me to know that he had had a rewarding sexual time with me. I enjoyed feeling his weight relax on to me pressing both of us into the mattress. I felt his cock softening and knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay in much longer. He kissed me on the nape of my neck as his cock popped back to him. He then gave the side of my neck a bite as he rolled over to lay face up. I slid over to place my head against his sweaty, hairy, manly chest and curl up against his naked flesh.

Glen’s breathing was returning to normal and I sensed that he wanted to connect in ways other than physical, so I began by asking what brought him to the area. Glen spoke about his lecturing at the university and how rewarding it was to be recognized. He was surprised that the American students asked good questions. His energy jumped to another level when he spoke about the commercial opportunities for some of the work he was doing in England, exploring new polymers and esters. I sensed that he valued intellectual stimulation with the same intensity that he sought physical arousal.

He told me about his family and how he missed them, especially his girls. I believed that Glen had that special father daughter attachment that touches the heart so deeply. He would see them again soon, since he was returning at the end of the week. “It’s a shame we didn’t meet sooner on this trip,” he declared. “I would have enjoyed having more time with you. Perhaps I’ll look into lecturing again next term,” he conjectured. With my head on his chest, I enjoyed the resonance of the happy voice and the feeling of his masculine body.

He offered to let me use the shower, but I preferred keeping his scent with me for the rest of the day. I returned to my casual clothes while he remained naked. Once I was fully clothed, Glen came from behind and wrapped his arms around me for a farewell hug. There was no bulge pressing into me anymore. I sensed that he wasn’t ready for a face to face which might have included kissing or too much intimacy. It seemed important for him to project his masculinity which was perfectly fine with me. As a formerly married man, I readily respected his limitations. “Thank you,” came his words of sincerity.

We kept in touch for a number of months, but the work in England kept Glen from returning to New Jersey. If I were to take a trip to England, I would only be allotted small amounts of his time when he could get free and that didn’t seem like a good value. Nonetheless, I was happy for this one time experience with such a masculine, sexy man.

Rebecca in Western NJ

I met Rebecca during the heydays of Craigslist personals. She had authored a posting identifying herself as a slender, long haired brunette looking for a chivalrous man. I wouldn’t have declared myself chivalrous but I was at least polite, so I replied. Four years had passed since my divorce and I had found a new happiness in life through living at the ocean. I decided that it was time for me to put myself out there again with a woman. Rebecca replied to my note and we began a correspondence in email. After a few days, we determined that there was sufficient connection to have a meeting. She lived near the Delaware river, the natural border between Pennsylvania and New Jersey and I lived at the shore about seventy miles away. Not neighbors but close enough for a friendship or more.

Rebecca suggested that we have lunch at a restaurant in Frenchtown, a quaint bed and breakfast village across the river from its gay sister city New Hope, PA. That worked fine for me. Since both of us were working during the week, we planned to meet on an early Sunday afternoon. We had shared face pictures which allowed us to come together without exchanging phone numbers. I sensed that she was protective of her privacy as well an attractive single woman should be.

I arrived early and she arrived late, which gave me some anxiety but only fifteen minute’s worth. She was even more attractive than her photo. Rebecca was indeed slender at a size four and her brunette hair was long and wavy, reminiscent of the beauty queens in the sixties. She wore form fitting white denim pants and a loosely fitted black satin blouse. I was certainly attracted by her physical appearance, but her warm smile and greeting added to her luster.

The day was pleasant enough for us to enjoy our meal at an outdoor table. The restaurant was only half full so it was easy to have an open conversation as we came to know one another. I learned that she would soon be a grandmother. Her one daughter from her one marriage was pregnant and living in Vermont. Rebecca had been single almost twenty years and with the daughter no longer living at home, she was seeking some companionship and romance. I wondered, but didn’t ask, what had kept her single so long.

We talked about my divorce as well as hers which provided us with information about each other’s character. When it came time to order our food, I also learned that she was a longtime vegetarian. I enjoyed my chicken salad sandwich and she declared that it didn’t matter to her what choices other people made.

By the conclusion of the lunch there was enough chemistry between us that she suggested we go for a hike on a nearby trail. I knew about the towpath trail along the river, but as a local, Rebecca knew lots of places for a hike. I agreed to the plan and she directed me to sit in the passenger seat of her car. I felt no alarm of danger and was happy to comply to be with this beautiful woman.

She drove just a short distance on two lane bucolic roads until we turned onto a one lane dirt road. After a few hundred yards she pulled over and stopped the car. “We’re here,” Rebecca gaily declared exiting from the vehicle. There were no other cars or people within sight. “We can hike to the creek,” she chirped as she sprightly headed forward on the narrow dirt path. We were in a lightly forested area with weeds on both sides of the trail. It was certainly pleasant following that attractive tiny ass and long hair as we made our way to the creek.

When we arrived at the water, Rebecca took a perch on a large smooth boulder and I plunked myself down next to her. This seemed like a place that she frequented for thinking or just being close to nature. There was a pleasant gurgling sound from the water bouncing among the smooth river rocks a few feet below us. She was correct that it was a delightful place to continue getting to know one another. I was surprised at how comfortable she was being alone in the woods with a man she had only just met.

I was attracted by Rebecca’s sense of adventure and I certainly enjoyed the sunlight adding highlights to her hair. I wanted to run my hands through that hair and declared so. She enjoyed my comment with a smile but declared that she wasn’t ready for anything physical yet. I allowed her the time and space to find a comfort zone and wasn’t discouraged by the reply. We continued to enjoy the beauty of the creek for an hour before she declared that it was time to go.

Rebecca was equally sprightly in the return to the car but at one point stopped and pointed to her finely shaped buttocks asking, “So, what do you think about my assets?” “You’re surely a pleasure to walk behind,” I returned honestly. In the drive to the restaurant, we each declared that there was enough interest to meet again and I suggested that she come to my area for a day at the beach the next Saturday. She was welcome to stay the night if she wanted, and I would sleep in the other bedroom. “Let me think on it.” Since she had declared herself not ready for anything physical, I exited the car without an attempt at a kiss or hug, but I was elated by our first meeting and hoped there would be another. I simply provided a friendly smile and wave as she drove away.

Saturday

The next day I received an email from Rebecca accepting my invitation. She wasn’t sure about spending the night, but would enjoy a day at the beach. I was happy to receive her acceptance and willingness to take the next step. We were both busy working during the week, so communication was limited.

She arrived at my door wearing very tiny denim shorts frayed at the edges and a tied-up blouse that exposed her firm attractive midriff. She was almost a Daisy Mae ringer, and in my mind, I wanted to fuck her right there in the living room. Fortunately, I had a fair amount of restraint and just commented on how great she looked. Rebecca leaned into me for a light hug and I took in the flowery scent in that beautiful hair that attracted me.

I had prepared drinks, snacks, towels and breakfast sandwiches to support ourselves during our time at the water. I declared that I was ready to go and she made a quick turnaround as we headed out my door together. She took the passenger seat in my car for the short drive to the beach parking lot.

Sandy Hook was a five mile long federal park which jutted up into New York City harbor. There were many old military installations from WWII and Nike missiles from the sixties. The active Coast Guard station was at the tip of the peninsula but most of the land was naturalized park with protected wildlife. It was quite amazing to sit on the sandy beach and look across the water to see the skyline of New York City. There was a nude beach in one area, but I didn’t propose that we go to that section.  Perhaps we could work up to that.

It was early in the summer season and the water had a refreshing temperature, but both of us easily jumped in to enjoy its coolness. The sexual energy that was between us exhibited itself through our frolicking in the water, but also came into play when we applied sun block to each other’s bodies. Since Rebecca was wearing a skimpy bikini there was most of her available for the sensual application of cream. Fortunately, I was wearing loose fitting trunks which only slightly divulged my arousal.

As Rebecca became more comfortable lying next to me on the beach blanket, she allowed herself to snuggle into my chest with that sexy hair cascading across my pectorals. I sensed that she enjoyed listening to the cadence of my heartbeat and enjoyed the bulge in my shorts. When we turned on our sides, she didn’t complain when I snuggled up behind and placed my hand on her bare stomach. The tiny waist was so appealing and lascivious thoughts ran through my head. Would I be naked in bed with her today?

Our conversation was light and carefree due to the influence of the beach atmosphere. By late afternoon we were ready to depart. I informed her that I had planned a vegetarian dinner for us and all of the ingredients were in the house ready to assemble. She replied that she had made a pie in anticipation of staying for dinner. She wanted to contribute her part. I was amazed to hear her words since pie was one of my most favorite foods.

With cooking and eating to stimulate us, we happily headed to my house for our next part of the full day together. Rebecca took a shower to freshen herself while I began my tasks in the kitchen. My ex and I were vegetarians before we had children so I knew a number of good items to cook where meat was not essential. I had chosen a fresh garden salad and handmade cannelloni using crepes. I had made thousands of crepes as a pastry chef at the 21 Club in New York City and Rebecca was most impressed with my technique while she watched me create the light pancakes and fill them with herbed ricotta cheese. I covered them with a meatless puttanesca sauce seasoned with pepperoncini. She pulled out her shoofly pie which I had never had but knew that it was made from all of the forms of sugar known to man.

We had a great evening of food and conversation with a good bottle of red Italian wine. I knew that that sugary pie was bad for my sensitive teeth but I wanted to encourage more future pie and I made certain to provide proper compliments. We snuggled on the couch after dinner and necked like young teenagers when the parents were away. I was cheered by how physical we were becoming. By the time Rebecca had to decide about staying the night it was clear that she was not going home. I also knew that I would keep my boy scouts honor by sleeping on the futon while she took the queen-sized bed.

Rebecca may have expected me to come to her in the middle of the night to implore her for sex, but that would have been a misjudgment of my chivalrous character. I wasn’t certain that either of us slept well but we stayed in our separate rooms keeping to the deal we had made.

Morning was early for Rebecca and thus it became so for me. Coffee and fresh biscuits on the back deck gave us sustenance for the beginning of the day. Rebecca declared that she needed to head for home, but also asked, “Would you come to my house next Saturday?”  I readily agreed and hugged her closely, taking in the feminine smells. We kissed romantically before she got into the car and drove away. That was a great way to part with some future already on the calendar for a week away. I hoped that Rebecca’s openness to give me her address meant sex would be on the menu. We were both putting our feet into the water slowly.

Saturday at Rebecca’s

It was another week of work for both of us, but Saturday was in my mind on every day of the week. Rebecca had invited me for dinner and to spend the night. She didn’t mention sleeping arrangements and my mind tried to delve into the future of Saturday night bedtime but there weren’t enough clues. I decided to bring a dozen red roses as a display of floral affection and romance.

I arrived just on time for my evening invitation. Rebecca lived in exactly the home that you would expect of a “country” girl. It was a white clapboard house with blue trim and a long porch complete with a porch swing. There were large trees on the property that lent cooling shade on a summer evening. When Rebecca met me at the front door and noted the roses she smiled broadly and kissed me while pressing her shapely body against mine. My cock was having after dinner thoughts. She was wearing a thin cotton print dress cinched at the waist to accentuate her appealing feminine figure.

Rebecca took the roses into the kitchen and recut the stems before placing them in a blue vase. The inside of the house was heavily decorated with knickknacks in various shades of blue against the white walls. Pastels of pink were used for accent and no one would have to guess that this was a woman’s home since there were no male touches. Women’s magazines were on coffee tables and the large wooden dining table had been set for two.

Rebecca had made a vegetarian stew and fresh salad with items from her garden. We enjoyed the good comfort food with relaxed conversation. She tidied up after the meal and I came up from behind while her hands were in the soapy water. I wrapped my arms around that slender waist and kissed her on the back of the neck. She leaned back into me so that my nostrils were filled with her scent.

Rebecca surprised me when she turned around soapy hands and all to kiss me on the lips and rub her hands on my strong chest. She unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed that soft hair on my flesh as she placed tender kisses on my body. I was very aroused and my cock was pressing against my jeans wanting to join in the fun. Rebecca must have been listening to my cock because she undid my belt and lowered my zipper before dropping to her knees to release my bulging hard on. She kissed the head of my cock a number of times before taking it into her warm wet mouth. I had been wanting to feel her insides for weeks. She was so beautiful and sexy. I was a fortunate man.

I rubbed my hands through the thick wavy hair saying, “Oh, yes.”  She stood up and I slowly undid the buttons on the front of her dress exposing a lightweight bra and pink lace panties. I sensually massaged her breasts through the bra while she reached behind and undid the clasp to release her perfectly formed C cups. The nipples were already hard and I quickly lowered my head to suck on them with pleasure. She held my head against her chest as she said, “Come to my bed.”  I had been waiting for those words and smiled with delight upon hearing them.

Rebecca had an old four poster bed with lots of soft pillows and a big lacy comforter. She removed the comforter and lay down naked on the bed stretching forth open arms to welcome me. I clumsily got naked but managed to be adept at climbing into the bed where I lay directly on top of her with my hard cock pressing between smooth athletic legs. We kissed passionately and held each other’s bodies closely entwined while enjoying the touch for which we had each hungered.

I dropped my head down to kiss her legs and pubic area. She had only lightly trimmed leaving a full patch of brunette hair. I licked the labia which already had some wetness and separated them to expose her pussy to my tongue. I licked gently but when she pulled my head in closer, I increased the pressure and pushed my tongue inside as deep as I could go. I thrust in and out with my tongue to stimulate the opening to excite her to want something bigger.

I licked and sucked on the clit and slipped my middle finger gently inside. She had very sensitive spots on either side of her pussy and I massaged them both until she said, “Put on a condom. I want you inside me.”  I had planned for such a statement and took one from my pants pocket. Rebecca lifted her legs up into the air displaying a wide-open pussy for my hard cock. I knelt on the bed and rested the shapely legs on my shoulders kissing her smooth calves as I slid just the head of my dick inside. The warmth was very stimulating and I pushed in deeper. I wanted all of this woman. Shining eyes widened and our breathing quickened as her pussy filled with hard cock until my balls were pressing against her soft bottom.

I held Rebecca’s legs wider apart as I repeatedly pushed my shaft in and out of her joyous body. She squeezed me tightly with her strong pussy muscles. There was a rhythmic joining of our sexual parts as we pleasured each other fully. She surprised me when she offered, “If you fuck me in the ass, you won’t need to use a condom.”  Those were new words for me. “Lay on your back,” she directed and I quickly complied. She removed the empty condom and sat on my abdomen in a squatting position. She used some of her pussy’s wetness to prepare the other hole. She placed the head of my hard cock where she desired me. Rebecca slowly lowered her ass onto my dick which could feel the tightness of the small opening. After taking three quarters of my dick, she began to ride slowly. She bobbed up and down on my cock each time taking me a little bit deeper until she managed to get all of my thick shaft deep inside that tiny ass.

Adjusting to the fullness, Rebecca increased the speed of her movements. Before long, she was easily bouncing that petite body against mine with her hair wildly swaying from the movements. Her breasts would have been bouncing as well if I hadn’t had my hands all over them. She rubbed her clit with abandon and orgasmed a couple of times squeezing hard on my cock during the process. I almost came during each of those episodes, but managed to hold back. She brought her body forward and rested slender hands on my chest so that she could increase the intensity of bouncing ass on my cock. I was unable to hold out any longer and filled her ass with cum as I made loud uninhibited animalistic growls. Rebecca bent forward and rested her sweaty body on mine with the long hair flowing across my chest. It was a while before our breathing came back to normal and we remained in that position as my dick softened. We drifted off to sleep still clinging to one another enveloped in the soft bedding.

I awoke to the sensation of running water and heard Rebecca in the nearby bathroom. She left the light on in the bathroom which filtered soft light to the bed. She returned with a soapy washcloth to clean off my cock. That was a new and entertaining experience for me. She used the soap to clean but also to stimulate me to a renewed stiffness. Once she had accomplished that goal, she straddled my body while stroking my hard shaft.

Now that I was functional and awake, she pressed my cock against her anal opening and gently lowered herself, easily returning me to that tight warm place which had been so stimulating. She began to slide up and down on me while playing with her clit. My hands held her around the slender waist lending some balance. It was not long before she increased the speed of movement, swinging her head back and forth making her hair fly in all directions. I felt as though I were in a hot porn movie.

Each time that she orgasmed her anus tightened on my shaft and held me in place while her torso shuddered. I loved holding her watching the gyrations increase along with her pleasure. I couldn’t believe what was happening when she turned her body around so that I could watch her tiny ass as she took my cock up and down. I think Rebecca knew that I would cum in that position. Her ass was so perfect and she had made my dick hard as a rock. My hands held her hips and kept her in place as I filled that sexy ass to overflowing with my creamy fluids. She laughed openly from the satisfaction of taking me.

Rebecca turned to look at me over her shoulder with the wild hair framing her smile and said, “Morning.”  I laughed along with her which caused my cock to pop out suddenly and we laughed at that too. She lay naked on top of me and kissed my lips gently before snuggling onto my chest. We enjoyed the sensuality of our naked bodies exchanging heat between us. I was so attracted to Rebecca with that wavy hair resting on my naked body.

I wanted that moment to last with my arms clasped around this beautiful, sexy woman who had shown herself to be very sexual. She had planned a Sunday morning walk for us along the towpath but we agreed to linger naked in the bed until it was time to go. She got cleaned up first and went to the kitchen to make coffee while I showered and got dressed. We drank our strong coffee at the kitchen table with its pale blue gingham tablecloth.

It was Rebecca’s neighborhood, so we went in her car to the parking area. It was a pleasant morning and other people had chosen to take their Sunday stroll as well. We started off at a brisk pace, but when we stopped to look at some wildflowers, I took the opportunity to put my arm around her slender waist in this public space. She leaned back into me accepting my physical attention. Our walk became a stroll after that and more people smiled at us as they walked from the oncoming direction.

We walked some miles before deciding to turn around. Both of us knew that when we got back to Rebecca’s house I would have to head for home. We managed to make the afternoon stretch by sitting along the riverside watching happy people floating by in large innertubes. While we were sitting off the path, I took the opportunity to pull her close to me and hold her face while we kissed gently in the dappled sunlight. She wrapped her arms around me and we stayed in that embrace enjoying the sensual touch between us.

We made a plan for Rebecca to return to the beach for the next weekend. That made it easier to separate for the week of work. We kissed and held each other on the porch until it was time for me to go. A week was not long, unless you wanted to be with someone every day.

Another Saturday at the Beach

We started writing sexual emails looking forward to when our bodies would embrace and praise nudity. Early in the week the messages were brief, but as we both got into the passion of email sex, the letters increased in length and eroticism. By the time Saturday arrived, both of us were in a high pitch of readiness.

It was a happy surprise for me when Rebecca jumped into my arms in my doorway pushing me back into the house. She clasped her legs around me and kissed me passionately while I supported her petite body with my hands firmly planted on that cute little ass. I barely had time to close the door before we started removing each other’s clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra so when I undid her tied up blouse, the naked breasts were there for the taking. I plunged my face between them smelling all that femininity. I nibbled and sucked on both nipples just as I had described I would in an email. She tousled my hair clasping my head to her naked chest.

Rebecca reached down and felt my hard cock pressing against my denim shorts. She pulled down the shorts releasing the erect tool. She massaged me before dropping to her knees to engulf my cock into a warm wet mouth. I had dreamt of feeling that sexy hair on my body while she sucked on my cock. Reality had replaced the dream world and I was in heaven. Thank you, goddess of fortune!

I was afraid that she would make me orgasm that way, so I pulled back and helped take off her tiny pair of shorts. I directed Rebecca to lean back into the sofa so that I could eat her pussy from a kneeling position. She was happy to comply and wrapped naked legs around my shoulders as I eagerly plunged my face between her legs. I was hungry for that pussy which tasted sweet and juicy. I slipped my middle finger inside and massaged the G spots which led Rebecca to tighten her legs around my body. I didn’t allow one orgasm to make me stop but continued pleasuring her by sucking and licking the clit while fingering her pussy until she had two more orgasms.

I leaned forward to place my naked body on top of hers and we kissed passionately like uncontrollable teenagers. Rebecca pushed me back and got on her knees to take my cock back into her mouth. I wanted to fill that tiny ass with my cock and I directed her to lean over the large arm of the comfy chair that would fully support her body while I fucked from behind. I had planned in hopes of doing just that and had some lube on a nearby table.

Rebecca was happy to take that doggie position knowing that she was going to be wildly fucked. It had been a week since I was inside and I knew that she would be tight again so I slowed down using the lube to massage the opening and stretch her anus by pushing the ass cheeks to each side. Her hole was ready and fully exposed to my view and my cock’s singular vision. I pushed in the head and waited for her to adjust to the fullness that she wanted. When her breathing relaxed, I pushed in halfway and she exhaled a pleasant, “Ahhh. Oh, yes, I have been wanting you.” I was more than happy to be providing what she wanted.

She was ready now for a deeper experience and I slid inside until my balls were enjoying the feeling of touching that smooth pale ass. I pulled back but not out and slowly returned to be fully inside. I repeated this half a dozen times before I began to pick up speed and to change the length of the thrust. I pulled out all of the way and slid just the head inside wiggling the shaft back and forth to stretch the opening. She was breathing hard and clutching onto the soft fabric of the chair. I was happy to see Rebecca’s hand slip underneath to reach the clit while I filled her ass. I quickly plunged in all the way in one strong thrust and she gasped in surprise.

I moved into serious ass fucking mode thrusting with force and depth while gently smacking the white ass cheeks which began to show some color. I had been waiting for this moment all week and my arousal was at a fever pitch. My cum for the entire week poured into Rebecca with such quantity that some came back out and dribbled onto the chair. I exhaled deeply and leaned forward to rest my body on hers while my cock remained lodged firmly in that small ass. I kissed the back of her neck saying, “Happy to see you.”  She laughed so hard that my dick got pushed out. I backed up and she spun around to hug me tightly with her head and long hair resting on my chest. Now we were ready for the beach.

We both knew that cleaning up was a requirement before heading to the ocean. We were already naked, so it was easy to make our way to the shower together. Rebecca put up her hair so that it would still look good when she arrived at the beach. We soaped up each other’s body which would have led to sex if we hadn’t just fucked in the living room. It made sense to put on sunblock while we were both naked in my house and that too might have led to more sex but we were now eager to be on the beach.

We went to the same place we had been two weeks before and enjoyed the slightly warmer temperature of the ocean water. Our physical touch was now like a couple who easily touched and comingled our scantily clad bodies on the beach. It was a good thing that I had orgasmed before the beach or I would have been making a tent in my bathing trunks.

During the middle of the afternoon, I sensed that Rebecca was working up to telling me something when she opened, “I think you’re falling in love with me.”  I hadn’t anticipated such a direct comment, but I had been wondering about that issue myself. When I didn’t reply, she continued, “I see the way you look at me and that’s what I read on your face.”  Dodging the question and returning the issue I replied, “And what do you feel about me?” “Can’t you see that I love you?  I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I hadn’t fallen in love with you.”

We had just arrived at a new destination for which I was ill equipped. I hadn’t felt love since my divorce and wasn’t sure that I was capable of loving again. I really wasn’t confident in my feelings, but hearing her assuredly declare that I was in love lent credence to the feeling. I tried it on for size, “I love to be with you.” “Oh, come on. I love you and you love me. It’s as clear as day to me,” she retorted.

Perhaps I was in love and perhaps her conviction pushed me to a place I wasn’t sure was true for me. Nonetheless, Rebecca’s directness and my desire to please her led me to say, “I love you,” with an open and free smile. “Well, of course, you do, silly man” she laughed as we hugged and kissed openly on the public beach. I wondered if nearby observers were like those who witness a public marriage proposal and cheer the couple when an affirmation was received. Did they feel the intense energy that was happening between us?

Later that same afternoon, as we basked in the sun and the joy of new love, Rebecca had more to say. “There’s something about me you should know. After my divorce, I had an affair for five years with my lawyer, a married woman.”  This new openness was shocking and I tried not to express my surprise with words or looks but I had no indication that this was coming. My mind raced with bisexual thoughts and fears about disclosing my own bisexuality. I was very uncomfortable and decided not to share my own sexual history just then, but to speak to her experience. That would seem compassionate and accepting without putting this new relationship at risk so early. I was very attracted to Rebecca and loved fucking her.

“What happened?” I asked with true interest and concern for this woman who was coming into my life in a serious way. Rebecca described how she had discovered feelings for this attractive married woman and after the divorce decided to be brave and express them. As it turned out, the lawyer was a hidden bisexual woman who was hungry for a female relationship outside of marriage. She never promised to leave her husband and family, but wanted this additive relationship with a woman. Rebecca accepted that limitation and they had five secret years together. I never asked anything about their sexual activity but my curious mind wished that I had.

The openness of my own bisexuality was still forming and I didn’t have confidence in being able to declare who I was. It was a good thing that our day was cut short in the late afternoon when Rebecca received a phone call from her father who needed assistance. Her father was having problems with one of his horses and Rebecca was somehow specially connected with the energies of animals. She was working for a vet but it was her way of calming an upset animal that was so valuable. Rebecca had to leave and I understood the call of family.

We packed up from the beach and headed to my house. We made a quick plan to be at her house next weekend. Rebecca didn’t come inside sensing correctly that it might seriously delay her departure. We kissed passionately and hugged openly by her vehicle which may have easily confused neighbors who had seen men come and go from my house. It wasn’t up to me to solve the neighbors’ confusion about my bisexuality.

Back at Rebecca’s

Rebecca and I returned to our torrid emails eagerly looking forward to the next time we would be together. Expressions of love came easier for me but I still wasn’t sure that I was in love. Surely, I was in full lust mode and had a serious physical attraction to this size four woman with long lustrous chestnut hair. I began to imagine how she would look naked mounted on a horse. Erotic dreams came readily and sexual thoughts crept into my head while I was working.

I was still very unclear about telling her that we shared being bisexual. There was such a risk that it would end the new relationship that was so satisfying. Since I was only just coming to know her, I couldn’t discern how she would respond. I began to think that it would be worse if I didn’t tell her until some weeks later when she would more likely be upset that I hadn’t opened up earlier. Perhaps because Rebecca was bisexual, she would understand my hesitation. My mind switched back and forth during the week, until I decided to be brave and open up. It would be difficult because my mind was already bringing back bad memories of the breakup with my ex-wife. I prepared myself for the possibility that Rebecca would declare us done. I began to feel depressed in anticipation of such an event. Which outcome was more likely? I didn’t know but feared the worst and was in that emotional state when Saturday arrived.

I hadn’t made any changes in the types of emails that I exchanged with Rebecca. I tried to make sure that none of my emotional roller coaster ride was expressed. In a way, I began to feel that I was deceiving her already and I didn’t like how that made me feel about myself. In the end, that was likely what pushed me toward opening about my bisexuality. Once I had decided to tell her, I began to wonder if she would ask questions about my activities. I’d been having sex with men for more than ten years at that point. How much would I reveal about myself and who I had been with? I didn’t think that I could open the door only a little, but once open whatever she asked I would have to tell. I tried not to get ahead of the conversation and chose to just focus on telling her.

I arrived at Rebecca’s house late on Saturday afternoon and was happy that she came out on the porch to greet me. She smiled affectionately and opened her arms for a welcoming hug and kiss. When I was less than my usual passionate self, she asked with concern, “What’s wrong?” “Can we sit on the porch swing and talk for a bit?  I have something to tell you.” “OK,” she responded with hesitancy as we moved to our sitting positions on either end of the swing.

“I didn’t thank you last week for being brave in telling me about your affair with the lawyer. I’m afraid that I wasn’t brave enough at the time to tell you that I am also bisexual.”  There, I had said it. I just put it right out there quickly and would wait for a response. I looked down at my hands while I made these declarations. At the time, I wasn’t proud of my sexuality. When I finished, I looked up to see her reaction which was one of surprise. “What?” she responded incredulously. “And you are telling me now?  After we’ve been having unprotected sex all this time?”

Rebecca turned her back to me and folded her arms tightly. “I’m sorry. I was afraid to tell you,” I ventured sincerely. When she made no verbal or physical response, I continued, “You only told me about yourself just last week.” “That’s completely different. Have you been tested for HIV?”  I informed her that I had and was negative. “I’d better not get sick from you. I can’t believe you put my health at risk like that. That’s not what a loving person does. Must be you don’t respect me.” All of Rebecca’s words were spoken with her back to me while I looked directly at her seeking some hope.

I tried to find the words that would lessen her anger and disappointment, but the feelings from my divorce came flooding into my head and it was not long before I became resigned to the ending of our relationship. “Perhaps I should leave.” “Oh, so you’ll just give up on us like that,” she rejoined turning to look at me. “I wasn’t going to ask you to leave, but now I can’t bear to look at you, so just go.” 

I apologized again before I stood to depart. I didn’t look back as I dejectedly walked to my car. Once I was inside, I exhaled deeply many times. A full minute passed before some calm arrived and I was able to start the engine. I was filled with pain and feelings of rejection for being as I was. My long years of low self-esteem came flooding back. Tears welled up as I drove away. Soon I had to pull over to the curb and park the car so I could cry fully, sobbing from the immediate experience and still getting out remnants from the divorce. My abdomen tightened while salty tears flooded my face. I hadn’t cried in a while and I let myself go, releasing as much pain as my body and psyche would allow

I had failed again at knowing how to communicate about myself. I had allowed my strong desire for a sexual relationship with a woman to overwhelm my honesty. The experience with Rebecca was a mini version of the failure in my marriage to speak to my wife when I first started the route of sexual discovery. Instead, I hid out of fear of non-acceptance. The parallels were clear and I hadn’t advanced developmentally as much as I had thought I had. At least the timeframe was shorter with Rebecca.

I would need to build up courage for the next attempt to be with a woman but it would not be soon. Time was necessary to ponder this relationship and to examine how I had behaved. Getting beyond the pain I was feeling and rebuilding my confidence would not be quick. More resolve would be required.  The task was to be true to myself, to love me as I was and not how I wanted to be.

Sally and Joe in Chicago

I returned to my life of seeking couples with bisexual men to rebuild my ego after being rejected by Rebecca. It was toward the end of my corporate life, although I didn’t know it at the time. We were building out a new logistics center in Aurora on the western outskirts of Chicago. My boss asked me to move there to take on this lengthy project, but I had purchased a house at the ocean and I didn’t see trading in the ocean for a big lake as a good trade, so I politely declined. That meant taking an early flight to O’Hare every Monday and returning late on Friday. I would get to enjoy my house at the ocean only two days a week for a period of six months.

This situation also meant that I couldn’t have any real relationships because I wasn’t fully living in either of the places where I was sleeping. I decided to see what I could find for entertainment in the Chicago area where I was residing in a long stay hotel in Aurora. Through good fortune I was able to locate Sally and Joe. They had a most intriguing profile on a site that I used for meeting couples. “Never apologize for who you are,” was the heading. Those words rang true for me and suggested that here was an enlightened couple. After the challenge with Rebecca, I might gain some insight from these two people.

I wrote an introduction to them and included my face picture. Sally responded quickly and expressed an interest, including my massage. We wrote back and forth a couple of times and I learned that they were married for more than 35 years and were in my same age bracket. She was short and he was tall. She was straight and he was bisexual. My kind of people. We made a plan for them to come to my hotel room for massage and then we would see how we felt.

It was a lovely Wednesday early evening at the beginning of Spring. There was a true sense of rebirth in the air when I had taken a morning walk around the parking lot of the hotel. Forsythia was proudly displaying yellow leaves and shoots from bulbs were poking up from the ground. The buds on trees were about to burst with life’s powerful energy. I was looking forward to meeting my new unapologetic friends that evening, but work would come first.

They arrived at the appointed time and brought a small basket of lotions and soaps. Sally was a hairdresser who graced me with a good supply of sample products from the business. She was very sweet and old fashioned in feeling the need to bring something when visiting. She was a small BBW with short black hair and a warm open smile. Joe was taller than me with a good athletic build and a full head of wavy light brown hair. I wondered if Sally did his hair but I didn’t ask.

We sat in the living room space of my room to get to know each other before deciding if we would proceed to massage. I had a bottle of wine opened to share with them. In the last six months Sally had lost sixty pounds and was working on losing another twenty. I was impressed with her determination and forthright openness. Joe was not very talkative but seemed very proud of his wife. It was not long before I sensed that we were all comfortable and I explained that my massage was best done with the person totally nude, but if Sally wanted to keep on some items that would be OK.

I had set up some towels on the bed and encouraged Sally to get as comfortable as she was able while I put on some light music for the massage. She chose to keep on small black panties and a large black bra to keep her big orbs contained. Joe had stripped to just his dark boxers and was sitting in one of the side chairs near the bed. I knew that he was well endowed, but there was an impressive bulge tenting those shorts.

I started the massage with Sally face down and I placed my hands flat on the small of her back to connect with the chi. My Reiki trained hands got very warm with healing energy right from the beginning. She had true white girl skin and my tanned hands made a significant contrast. I felt her relax into the bed as she made the typical “mmmm” sound that coincides with Reiki.

Sally still had a very large bottom and the stressed calf muscles that typically accompanied a person who carried abundant weight. Both of those areas needed significant help and I was able to make them relax and feel better. When I asked Sally to turn over for the other side of the massage, she decided to take off the bra and expose very large breasts with big nipples. She smiled invitingly while moving into a supine position.

I began with my hands flat on her pale, soft abdomen, but I didn’t hesitate to massage all over that pulchritudinous chest. These were not sexual moves, but sensual. It seemed to me though that Sally was having sexual ideas as her legs spread wider inviting me to massage the inner thighs. My hands moved confidently into that area and I used light strokes to stimulate the energy paths leading to the sexual parts. I could see that the black panties were getting darker in all the right places. I gently touched the wetness and then applied some pressure before moving my hand back and forth over the area.

Sally’s breathing began to quicken as she moved into full arousal mode. I slipped my hand down inside those black panties and gently rubbed the labia which were fully wet. I pressed in gently and located the clit which caused her to gasp with excitement. I rubbed the clit with increasing pressure and speed and it was not long before she gushed warm fluid into my hand and onto the towel below. “Sorry about that, I forgot to warn you that I squirt big time.” “I thought that you didn’t apologize for who you are.”  She laughed saying, “I’m apologizing for not warning you. There’s no stopping my squirting.”

Joe joined us by taking a position behind his wife where he could hold her head and kiss tenderly while squeezing her breasts. She happily accepted the attention of two handsome men and removed the panties which were quite wet. I sucked on one of the expansive nipples while my hand continued to stimulate the clit. When I inserted my middle finger and located the G spot she tensed and gushed another warm orgasm on my hand. The aftershock came with a full laugh as she totally let herself enjoy the endorphins of the moment.

Sally reached down and rubbed my cock through my light shorts and there was a ready response which pleased her. I took off the shorts and walked my dick up to her waiting mouth. She hungrily took me into the warm wet space and sucked hard on the shaft. She had really good oral skills and I was impressed. Sally was really stimulated by sucking on my cock while I fingered her pussy. She took my long shaft all the way to the base without any gag reflex. There hadn’t been many women who could do that.

Joe dropped to his knees and I pushed my cock into his face while I kept my hand on Sally’s wet pussy. He eagerly took my cock and cupped my balls. My dick went to the back of his throat and he licked his lips as precum made its way to his mouth. Sally encouraged him while he sucked me and I saw that it excited her to make her man happy and fulfilled. “Suck that big cock. Take him all the way,” she directed Joe. I wondered how long they had been playing like this.

Both of them had such good oral skills but I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled back. I bent over Sally and put my head between her legs to lick the wet clit. She got excited when she discovered what I was doing and pushed her pussy up closer to my face. Joe took off his shorts and I understood how his wife had developed such good oral skills. His dick was at least eight inches and quite thick although not fully hard. He pushed his dick into her mouth and she was now sexually entertained at both ends. It was not long before I had to pull my mouth back as she squirted a huge amount of fluid while screaming her orgasm openly for the world to hear.

“Oh, you bastard,” she happily called to me in appreciation. I moved to Joe and got on my knees to see if I could take his huge shaft into my mouth. I opened wide and he slid part way in for me to get used to the thickness. It felt as big as it looked and I unsuccessfully struggled to take him all the way. “I see how you got such good oral skills,” I said to Sally and she laughed easily. She came behind me and pushed my head further onto his cock. “Come on, you can do it,” she encouraged while enjoying some dominance.

She held my head in place while he pushed his dick deeper and my eyes opened as wide as my mouth. Damn he was big. I would never be able to take him anally. I gagged and he pulled back but she still kept my head in position for him to push in again. I knew that the only path forward was to just relax and take him so I focused my breathing to calm myself and accept being used. Soon he was thrusting himself comfortably in and out of my slobbering mouth while she said, “See. I knew you could take him. Good boy!  Now I’ll give you your reward.”

She positioned herself on her back with legs up in the air and a wet pussy fully opened and exposed. My cock responded naturally and stiffened in anticipation of a good fuck. I climbed over to her and lifted her legs further back so that I could slide my hard shaft inside that enticing pussy. She was so hot and my dick slid in easily. I loved the vaginal muscles closing firmly around my shaft. I began slow rhythmic thrusts while still holding onto her legs. “Fuck me hard,” she directed and I happily followed the guidance. Joe moved so that he could suck on her nipples while I fucked his wife.

I thrust my hard cock deep into her pussy and smashed my balls against that wet ass. She closed tightly on me but my dick was hard as could be and I kept on pushing in and out with force and intention. My balls got so excited smacking against smooth white ass that I knew I would cum soon and warned her it was close. “Do it.  Give me your fucking cum.”  Those words took me over the top and I shot a huge load of cum into her sweet fucking pussy. It was such a good orgasm that I masturbated to the memory of it the next day. “That’s a good boy,” she complimented me while smiling fully.

As I let go of her legs and collapsed on top, she reached around and gave my smooth ass a hard smack that resulted in an orgasmic aftershock. The sting from her hand was real and I was glad that she wasn’t fully spanking me because it would’ve hurt. She had very strong hands which made sense for a hairdresser. I exhaled a huge amount of air and kissed her sweetly on the mouth once my breathing normalized.

The three of us now lay on the bed with Sally in the middle and both men snuggled up to a large breast on either side. What a fine threesome. We only stayed in that position for a couple of minutes before Sally moved to straddle her husband. Instead of sitting on his big cock, she positioned her pussy over Joe’s mouth so that he could lick the cum that I had put there. “That’s a good boy. Eat it up,” she encouraged.

When Sally was sure he had taken it all she slid down and pushed his big cock inside. She rode him like a wild cowgirl with large breasts bouncing up and down just as her pussy was doing on that thick cock. I reached over and twisted one of the nipples hard but she said, “Do it harder!”  I did as commanded and she gushed an orgasm on her husband’s cock. He pushed back hard up inside and shot a load of cum deep in that orgasmic pussy. She collapsed onto him and kissed him hard on the lips. Joe’s dick was so big that he didn’t slide out of her until she returned to the position between us on the bed. What a wild woman!

We relaxed together on the bed for five minutes or so before I asked, “How long have you been doing threesomes?” “It’s all his fault. He’s the one who changed,” responded Sally before Joe could answer. I learned that a little more than a year ago Joe had come to his wife to let her know that he was certain his sexual interest was now including men. It was a brave step for a man to do, but he trusted his wife of more than thirty years.

Sally was completely surprised by the statement because Joe was so masculine and hadn’t indicated any changes prior to their conversation. After initially freaking out, she calmed down and looked at the situation. She was still very much in love with Joe and didn’t want to be separated from him. She did research on the Internet to learn more about bisexuality and made an appointment with her gynecologist. She needed more data.

Sally confided in her doctor who recommended getting tested for HIV and STDs which was a good idea. Joe also was checked and both had negative results which increased their comfort zone. Joe declared that he hadn’t actually acted on his new sexual drive but was clear that he was wanting to take a path of discovery. Sally decided that they could have threesomes, as long as she was present and included. They would look for a man who was not connected to their area. As a visitor, I was a perfect fit for them. I wouldn’t pose a threat to their relationship and wouldn’t know any of their friends. Their secret would be safe.

They had been with a couple of other men but they hadn’t been fully attracted to either of them. Sally was discovering that she rather enjoyed having another man in the mix. She had only been with Joe her whole life and a new frontier was opening. She looked at sex in a way that had never occurred to her before. It could just be for fun!  She was also discovering a dominant streak that hadn’t been explored before. She enjoyed telling men what to do and to reward them if they did it right the first time. Punishment was also available if warranted.

It was getting late for all of us who had work in the morning. We made a plan to meet again in two weeks and Joe would be the one to get massaged during that session. Sally gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and Joe provided a firm handshake as we said our farewells at my door. I was glad that I was in a hotel where I would get clean towels the next day since the ones we used were really wet from Sally’s squirting.

Sally and Joe in Chicago 2

During the two weeks between sessions Sally wrote a few times to express what a great time she had had and was looking forward to our next session. “Your hands got so warm and they made my pussy feel really hot and great. How do you do that?” I explained that I didn’t have a lot of control over the Reiki energy and that when I did the moves I was trained, it just happened. I also explained that the pussy Reiki was not a part of the regular curriculum but something I discovered over time.

I told her about one incident with a woman where I had my right hand flat against her wet pussy and my left hand was on the left breast. An arc of electricity leapt between my two hands right through her inner organs. “Did you feel that?” I seriously asked. “How did you do that?” was the question that I got asked then and have had repeated by others. It was a remarkable dance of energy. Life was great!

We planned another early evening for our second session and they were as punctual as the first encounter. When I opened the door to my room, Sally kissed me passionately on the lips and lingered there before releasing me. She also reached around and squeezed both of my ass cheeks. I was surprised to receive that level of kissing from a married woman in front of her husband. It was very hot. Joe was carrying a plate of fresh vegetables and dip. He just smiled and held out his hand for our manly handshake.

I had a bottle of wine ready and we sat in the living area with our snacks for about ten minutes to catch up on our lives since the last meeting. It was pleasant to have a social time with them in addition to our bedroom events. It provided a sense of humanity to the corporeal nature of our relationship. They were good, ordinary mid-Western Americans who were becoming less and less ordinary.

Joe had no problem being naked for the massage and I began with my hands flat on the small of his back just as I had done with his wife. He had a broad back and good muscle tone including some decent biceps. As a person who had studied anatomy, I appreciated good muscle definition and sometimes the Latin names popped into my head as I worked each muscle. Joe really needed muscle relaxation. I felt anxiety or a memory stuck in his shoulders that I couldn’t get released. The muscle relaxed but the emotional element that had attached itself there resisted my attempts to set it free. I sensed that it was related to his bisexuality but it could have been anything going all the way back to his childhood. Muscles can hold memory and trauma for a long time. Often it stays lodged until we are strong enough to come to terms with the original event.

When I asked Joe to turn over, his cock was engorged but not fully hard. I encouraged Sally to come assist with this side of the massage and I could tell that Joe liked that idea since his cock added another level of stiffness. She kissed him sweetly and rubbed his nipples while I worked on his legs. She leaned over and bit his nipples which must have been a good bite because he flinched in response. He didn’t complain or redirect her and it was an entertaining dynamic between them.

I decided that while he was distracted by his wife, I would slip his cock into my mouth. He lifted up his hips to help push himself all the way into my wide opened warm mouth. I loved the heft of his cock filling up the space and reaching the back of my throat. He tasted fresh and delicious and I was happy to devour him. Sally noted my move and came to hold my head in place while Joe thrust himself repeatedly into my mouth. There was something stimulating about having a woman control the action. It seemed as though it was exciting for all three of us.

Sally let go of my head while I continued to suck her husband. She came around to the backside of my bent over body and gave each of my bare ass cheeks a firm slap which I was certain produced at least a pink color. The smacks sent a pain signal straight to my brain. I just focused on the wonderful cock that was in my mouth. I was willing to take some pain given all of the pleasure that I knew was coming.

I reached under Joe and used my oiled finger to stimulate his anal opening. I was convinced that even though he was a strong man with a big dick, what he really wanted was to be bent over. At first, Joe didn’t respond to my finger rotating and massaging his anus, but then he let himself go and relaxed into the sensation. I felt his cock get harder as I pressed to gain a little entry. He was very tight as I had expected. He was not my first anal virgin, so I knew that I needed to be patient and let him push himself onto my finger rather than the other way around.

Joe sensed what I wanted and began to move himself left and right on the finger until he got comfortable enough to push down on it. I felt the excitement happening in his body with this fantasy becoming a reality. He was being penetrated!  Eventually, I was able to reach his prostate and give a firm press. I tasted some precum that released as a result. The sweet flavor encouraged me to rotate the finger on his G spot and give him sensations that were likely new for him. He began to moan and Sally went up and held his head while she nibbled on the side of his neck vampirishly. She was wearing a bright red lipstick which was quite appropriate for the actions. She pulled back and leaned her pendulous breasts into his face completely covering it. Now he was in bisexual heaven with beautiful breasts and penetration happening simultaneously. I thought that I might be able to make him orgasm in this position but he never got fully hard. I was confused by that but continued the process of stimulating the prostate while sucking on his cock.

I pulled back and directed Joe to come to the end of the bed and get into a doggy position. I asked Sally to lay back on the bed with her pussy in his face to distract him. I put on a condom and lubed up heavily while they got into position. His ass was fully exposed and I toyed with his mind by rubbing my hard, lubed cock up and down the ass crack. He began to wiggle his butt wanting more, but I knew that my cock was going to be painful for him. I lubed up his entry and slipped my middle finger inside. He was licking pussy voraciously and Sally had already cum on his face once. I loved being in any of these three positions, but I knew that my task today was to take Joe’s anal virginity.

I reached underneath and pulled Joe’s massive cock back toward me. I rubbed our two cocks together so that we both got really hard. I returned to rubbing his opening with the tip of my stiff cock. “Give it to me,” he spoke into Sally’s pussy. “This is gonna hurt,” I warned him as I pushed in just the head of my cock. I felt his body tighten from the pain and he squeezed tightly on the head of my shaft. I knew that firm squeeze was coming, so I was able to remain inside. “Just breathe through it,” I directed and he went back to focusing on his wife’s very wet pussy. I moved my cock back and forth sideways to help loosen up his hole and then I pushed in another inch. I waited for him to get comfortable with that amount before I pressed further and gave him another inch of thick dick. He was learning to accept his position and said heavily, “I’m OK.” 

What Joe didn’t know was that I was only half way in at that point. I remained patient and moved deeper one inch at a time continuing to use the sideways movements to expand what his ass could take. Having his wife’s pussy for focus was great because she nurtured him by saying, “You can do it. Just relax and be a good pussy boy. You know you want to be fucked by a real man.” 

I decided not to push my hard dick all the way in, but to slowly move back and forth giving Joe time to feel the new sensations of actually being fucked by a real cock. He may have had toys before, but I could tell that this was new territory for him and he wanted it. Joe was ready to be on the receiving end of a good hard cock. After sliding back and forth, in and out of him for five minutes, I decided that that was enough for a first day removing my dick from his tight ass. I slid off the condom and pressed myself against his naked cheeks. I stroked my firm shaft until a big load of cum squirted onto him, marking my new territory. “That was really hot,” he confirmed from his subservient position.

I pushed Joe over onto his back so that his cock was fully exposed. He was no longer hard which was not uncommon after being fucked. There was some oil on his cock from when I was stroking it and that made it easier to take deep into my throat. He relaxed his body and let me take control. Sally leaned over and twisted his nipples firmly while pushing her voluptuous breasts into his face. I sucked him deeply and with passion while I massaged his balls. He got harder but then returned to his original state. I persisted and pushed a finger up his freshly fucked ass. That created some stiffness but then he lost his erection completely.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen,” he finally declared with a sigh. I understood and said, “I’m sometimes that way myself. I lose interest in my own orgasm if I’ve been penetrated.”  Sally kissed him sweetly on the lips saying, “I have to clean up a bit.”  That may have been true, but I think she also wanted to leave just the two of us together.

“Are you OK?” I asked and he said, “Part of it is that I can’t come with a guy if she’s there. I don’t exactly understand it, but that seems to be how it works for me.” “Yes, but that’s your deal with her. She’s to be with you for man on man sex,” I reminded him. “I can’t let myself go completely when she’s watching. I get self-conscious and I stop being hard. It’s very frustrating,” he continued emotionally. At that point Sally returned with a bubbly attitude and the atmosphere and conversation changed.

“So there. Now you’ve been fucked,” she said with satisfaction. “Now you know how I feel when your big cock slides inside of me. And I love it,” she said with a genuine loving smile. “It really hurt in the beginning, but then I kinda got used to it and it felt good.”  I chose to let the conversation with Joe stay between just us and complimented, “You did great for your first time. Like a champion!”

Joe decided to go to the bathroom and Sally came over kissing me sweetly on the lips. “Thank you for being gentle with him. It was really hot to watch you fuck him. I didn’t know I would like it so much but it got me so excited!” “Yes, I could tell by how wet the towel got,” I joked with her. She pressed her naked body firmly up against my naked body and gave me another of those deep passionate kisses. Her red lips pressed against mine and she pushed her tongue deep inside me. I was surprised again by the level of intimacy which was so unusual in a married woman. Was she feeling more than was good for her marriage? Was she just being a bad girl which she hadn’t had an opportunity to be before? Was she testing her own limits?

Joe returned and the energy moved into putting clothes back on. “The massage was also really great,” offered Joe as he shook my hand firmly at the door. Sally gave me a quick kiss on the lips and a smack on the ass. “Thanks for a great time. See you again soon,” were the last words I heard her speak.

Afterword

Sally’s final spoken words to me turned out to be not very accurate. I never did see them again although we kept in touch. We hadn’t set up a third meeting date and when I asked about that in emails, Sally informed me that Joe’s work was keeping him too busy to be able to play. I certainly understood work issues and my own changed as well. A month later, I was called back to my New York office for another position and didn’t return to Chicago.

I kept in touch with Sally who told me that they had found a younger regular man who they were playing with. He was really hot and Sally was having tons of great orgasms with him. She also informed me that they had met a male/female couple who were both bisexual. The other woman enticed Sally to play with her while the men were playing and Sally, to her surprise, discovered that it was exciting being with a woman. Something that she had never considered. I was happy to hear that Sally was coming into her own sexual discoveries. Once open to the idea, there were many people who became more flexible about their sexual interests than they had envisioned.

In later emails Sally described how she was becoming much more dominant with men and with women and that it encouraged a part of her sexuality that she hadn’t felt before. She had even bought some paddles and whips as well as light restraints. Her former sex life had been very satisfying, but this new world had a range of options that spoke to her own curiosity.

About a year later, I was checking in on Sally, when she alerted me that her world was falling apart. The relationship with the extra man had ended and Joe was not happy about Sally’s new bisexuality. He didn’t want her to be with women. Apparently, he had a double standard where it was OK for him to be bisexual but not OK for her. She understood that he was threatened by this turn of events, but she refused to allow him that double standard. Sally and I had many long emails discussing her new challenges and I provided her a much needed outlet for support. There wasn’t really anyone else for her to turn to who understood as much as I did. Their sexual life was hidden from the people that she knew in Chicago. Sally was grateful for my supportive listening and empathy.

In standing her ground, however, it made Joe angry and he became resentful and distant. He started spending time with men without her. This was very disturbing, but she decided to fight fire with fire and chose to play with couples without him. This escalation didn’t go well for either of them in their relationship. They had arguments which hadn’t happened much in their long marriage. Neither was willing to concede ground and so a stalemate was achieved with unhappy dissatisfaction on both sides.

I didn’t communicate with Joe so my information was one sided, but Sally was always level headed and there wasn’t anything she told me about Joe that was inconsistent with what I had learned about him during our naked times together. I had felt the anger inside him and knew that wasn’t willing to be open about everything. His double standard took me by surprise, but that was due to my sense that bisexual people were more likely to be understanding about other bisexuals. I was proved wrong in this case.

I empathized with Sally’s frustration about her husband’s double standard and encouraged her to be as open and understanding as she could be in hopes that he would eventually accept that she had new needs that were only there because he had initiated a more open sexual relationship. A great deal of trust was required to let the person you love have sex with another. Significant personal strength was necessary to be comfortable when you watched your partner with someone of the same gender.  It seemed like Joe was threatened and felt that he couldn’t compete equally.

I kept in touch with Sally over the years and learned that she remained married to Joe. There was some improvement over time as they both got used to the new normal which included periodic arguments. Their children were likely to have seen some emotional changes between them, but would have had no insight into the real causes of the changes. The truth of many marriages was hidden from the children, especially once they left the nest.

Len, Karl and Lou in New Jersey

I met Len and Karl on the nude beach at Sandy Hook. I was no longer in the corporate world and my time was very flexible which meant that on many weekdays I could spend an hour or two at the beach. I had been using Gunnison beach for years at that point and enjoyed the adult community that went there. The atmosphere was relaxed and people socialized with strangers more readily than I had encountered anywhere else. The beach had three unmarked sections beginning with the straight area and ending with the gay area. In between was what one friend labelled, “the confused section.” I usually was in that middle area because I enjoyed naked women as much as I enjoyed checking out the endowment of the men. I wasn’t confused by either.

As many people did, I made friends at the beach and often I would go just by myself but would encounter one or more for company. It was easy to make casual acquaintances at Gunnison because people would just walk up and say, “Hello,” or introduce themselves. If you weren’t overtly sexual, people would have a short conversation with you.

I had observed Len and Karl at the far end of the gay section when I would walk to that area for some exercise. They began to notice that I was a weekday regular, so they would smile and wave in recognition. Eventually, I walked up to their blanket and introduced myself. Len was a very slender man with a large piece dangling between his legs. He had thin light brown hair and was shy. Karl was a portly extrovert with no hair on top but there was some white facial hair. He looked average in the cock department. They were both very darkly tanned all over. They had been coming to the beach for twenty years and had a shore house about thirty minutes away. Instead of using the beach near their house, they came to Gunnison to enjoy the nudity and naked men. Both of them were serious voyeurs in their late fifties.

On one occasion when the three of us were at the beach they informed me that another friend was coming to their house the next day for a threesome. “Would you like to join us?” Karl boldly invited. I wasn’t that attracted to Karl, but Len certainly had my eye and a male foursome would make for an entertaining day. I accepted and sensed that both Len and Karl were happy with my response. I had very pleasant anticipatory dreams that night.

They had planned a 2 PM gathering and I arrived on schedule but not before their friend, Lou. Like many shore houses, it was on a small piece of land and upon entry it was clear that they had lived there decades. Numerous bookshelves were crammed with volumes as well as small carvings and sculptures tucked in everywhere. Karl informed me that he had collected them during his travels to Asia. Dark paintings filled in all of the space on the walls and some of the furniture had items piled high. They weren’t hoarders, but there was a lot of stuff.

Karl introduced me to Lou who was a short, small framed man in his fifties with dark, deep set eyes. He was clean shaven but already had a five o’clock shadow that complimented his full head of black hair. We shook hands which was a funny beginning to a four man orgy. Len and Karl had been having sex with Lou for a couple of years and I would be the new meat in the room.

Len handed me a bottled water and asked me to follow him upstairs to the bedroom. I was happy for both the water and the invitation. Lou and Karl followed right behind me. I think it was Karl who playfully squeezed my ass on the stairs.

When we arrived at the room Len stopped being shy and turned around to kiss me on the lips while I felt a hand squeezing what was hanging between my legs. Len unbuttoned my shirt while I heard Lou and Karl removing clothes. Initially, we paired off and I discovered that Len was a sub who enjoyed a cock in his mouth and ass. He had a very smooth small derriere, the type that I particularly enjoyed. Before we were naked, Len dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts so that his wet mouth could go to work on my cock. He massaged my balls while he wrapped his mouth around my organ and sucked me like a professional. I learned later that he had been a gigolo in his younger days. It was easy to see how he would have been able to make money from his body.

I was getting very aroused from Len’s attentions which brought Lou and Karl into the mix. Karl placed himself behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my naked body. Lou came to the front where he could suck and nibble on my tits. It was amazing to be the object of so much stimulation. I liked being the new meat but knew that it could lead too quickly to orgasm.

I chose to drop to my knees where I could take Lou’s hard cock into my mouth. He had an average dick but it curved upward and I was imagining that it would have a remarkable effect sliding in and out of my ass. Karl brought his cock to my face and I alternated between the two, taking one in my mouth while I massaged the other with a hand. Len came over to kiss Karl which meant that there were now three dicks in my face. What a happy day!

I had to slide over a little to get Len’s cock in my mouth and he quickly filled up the space beyond capacity. I gagged as his thick meat pushed to beyond the back of my throat. Lou bent over to take Karl’s cock into his mouth while I recovered from Len’s entry.

Karl was ready to advance to fucking and he moved Len to the edge of the bed where he could bend him over and slide in from behind. Len was very receptive to the idea and to the actual penetration. Lou stood behind Karl and rubbed his hard shaft on Karl’s hairy ass, holding onto his shoulders for balance. I didn’t think that Lou penetrated Karl, but that would have been a hot train. Karl’s thrusts into his partner were rough and forceful, pushing firmly into Len’s cavity. I chose to lay on the bed so that Len could suck me some more while he was being taken from behind. From that position I enjoyed watching Len’s big tool swing back and forth while his ass was being filled. There was so much heavy breathing taking place and the room began to take on the heat of intense sexual activity.

Karl didn’t orgasm, but switched places with Lou allowing the other man to fuck his partner. Karl wiped his cock and brought it to my face where I was happy to suck him while Len was pleasuring my dick. Lou was a less aggressive fucker and I noted that he had sensual qualities which were lacking in Karl. His cock was thicker than Karl’s but still easily slid inside Len with one push. Lou varied his thrusts and held onto Len’s graceful hips to keep him in place. I could hear Lou’s balls smashing into Len with a rhythmic cadence while my mouth was busy with cock.

Karl rolled me over exposing my ass which he massaged firmly with his strong hands. I felt a middle finger press against the opening to test for receptivity. I arched my back a little and Karl added saliva to his finger. He massaged around my opening before sliding that thick finger inside. “Nice and tight,” I heard him announce as his finger pushed in further. He straddled my body and placed his hard cock on my ass crack. He slid back and forth a few times before pushing down and finding the opening for his dick. He was not thick so there was just pleasure at the entry. He sensed my willing ass and pushed his shaft in the rest of the way. Now he really had my attention. He pressed his hands on my shoulders for support and aggressively pushed hard cock in and out just as he had done with Len. Having watched him fuck his partner, I could easily envision how Karl looked taking my ass.

Lou moved around to put his dick into my face so that I could suck him while Karl was filling my ass. I loved being in between two hard cocks providing pleasure using both of my holes. I easily imagined that in the past Len was the one in this slot. He reached under my body to massage my hard cock and I couldn’t believe it when he got me to shoot my load. I had been so focused on the two cocks simultaneously stuffing me at both ends. Karl heard my orgasm and yelled, “Yes,” as he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my smooth ass. Lou got so excited from the orgasms taking place that his sperm leapt into my mouth where I had to quickly swallow as more shot in right after.

Len was the only one left, so the three of us took him on. We lay him on his back with the legs pulled up into the air. I was barely hard enough, but I managed to squeeze my dick into his ass while Lou pushed his cock into Len’s mouth. Karl, who knew him best, sucked and pumped Len’s big member like there was no tomorrow. Len’s body tensed with all of the attention and it was a sexy marvel to watch Karl get that big kahuna to shoot. Cum flew everywhere and may have landed on every one of us. Len was the only one of us who didn’t laugh; he only had the energy to collapse into the bed and exhale after his full body orgasm.

It was clear that we were all sexually compatible and the energy in the room was one of good nature, tending to one another, making sure that all four were included. We made a plan for another coming together in a month. We changed the venue to my house because I was centrally located and Lou wouldn’t have to drive as far from his home in western New Jersey. We parted as a group of four coming together to be as one.

In subsequent sessions, I learned that Karl had been married when he was younger and had grown children. I had thought that he was just a top but when he declared he was versatile, both Lou and I fucked him until he begged us to stop. On a couple of occasions, I saw Karl slip into Lou’s ass with difficulty, but I was too big for him. Len remained just a bottom, while the rest of us demonstrated our versatile abilities. The beauty of so much flexibility in the room was that each session changed depending upon whose cock went where and we were never sure ahead of time. That kept the sessions very engaging and no one ever got upset or felt left out because we all focused on being inclusive.

After a year of these monthly naked gatherings, we had to stop because Len developed a cancer which hit him hard and severely debilitated him. His energy was so low that I wasn’t sure that even Karl fucked him. Len survived his cancer and I saw them on the beach a couple of times every summer, but a special time was gone, not to be repeated.

Lou in Pennsylvania

For a few years Lou had been encouraging me to join him for nude camping in Pennsylvania during the summer. I had a house at the ocean and it never made sense to me to leave the nearby entertaining nude beach during the naked season. Besides, the woods had more insects than the ocean and nudity meant lots of exposed skin. I might get eaten more than ever.

When I was growing up in Michigan, my Irish Catholic family of eight went camping at a state park with a lake a couple of times during every summer. It was great to be near the water and meet other kids, but with six children in a tent there was guaranteed to be someone barfing in the middle of the night. I think my mother liked camping because my father did all of the cooking on the Coleman stove. We ate lots of hot dogs and hamburgers with potato chips. I don’t remember any vegetables or salad other than canned beans, pickles and potato salad.

My early tenting experiences meant that Lou had to make a better marketing plan to get me to the woods. When I learned that he had purchased a large RV and that leather man weekend was coming up, he got my attention. Even though it would feel odd to sleep in a metal box in the woods, the nude entertainment might be enough of a benefit for me to check it out for a weekend. I agreed to go and Lou was excited to have me for the whole weekend. He did express one condition which was that I would have to try to fuck his very tight ass. That would be easier said than done.

It was the end of June and the weather for the weekend was going to be without rain for which I was grateful. I had looked at the camp website and learned that there was a large pool with adjoining hot tubs, a restaurant, hiking trails and a community gathering space which included a bar. There were many hiking trails where one could be completely nude, but you had to remain on the camp’s property.

Lou informed me that he would cook dinners and breakfasts. I opted to bring a dozen bagels and made a fresh blueberry pie. The New Jersey blueberries were just coming onto the market and would make a great dessert. I also packed a bottle of bourbon along with bottles of water. Lou informed me that his friend Don would be in the RV with us. Don was a middle aged, plus sized, gay, black bottom who loved to suck on cock. Lou had just provided the last evidence for me to know I would have a great weekend.

The campground was more than a two hour drive but I was able to start my journey early on Friday afternoon and avoid the weekend traffic. Highways easily got me into Pennsylvania but eventually I was on two lane bucolic roads. The final road into the campground was a two mile long dirt road with loose gravel in places where there were probably water issues. When I arrived at the camp, I could see that acres of land had been cleared of trees to allow more than a hundred large RVs to park and another area for the those in tents.

I registered as Lou’s guest at check in and paid my weekend fees. I was fortunate that I was able to park my car very near Lou’s location and only had to carry my items a short distance. His RV was very near the toilets and showers which turned out to be an advantage, especially in the morning. Lou noted my arrival and came to help with my things once he had given me a kiss and naked hug. It had been over a year since I had seen him and I had forgotten just how small framed he was but his cock appeared to provide it’s own welcome message.

Lou’s RV was about twenty four feet long and comfortable inside. There were two sleeping areas and Lou had planned for me to sleep with him. I got naked except for shoes because Lou wanted to introduce me to the neighbors. On one side were Bobby and Chet who were not partners but camping and sex buddies who had come to this same spot for at least ten years. Both were in their early sixties and very hairy which was easily determined when everyone was nude. Bobby was very overweight while Chet had a more athletic appearance. Both were friendly and greeted me with a hug and an appreciation for my dangling parts. I was amazed by how much long white hair covered Bobby’s back. Our other neighbor didn’t arrive until the next day.

Lou was eager to introduce me to Bobby’s sling which had been set up in a tent between the two camping sites. Lou’s vision was for me to fuck him in the sling which I had never done before. He informed me that there was another sling set up in the community area which produced great evening entertainment. That would be for Saturday night’s gathering of nude campers.

While we were in the sling tent, Lou dropped to a squatting position to welcome me to the camp in a more intimate way. He cupped my balls and took the flaccid cock into his eager mouth. He sucked in a very sensual way and soon I was fully firm. “I’ve missed your cock,” he spoke and quickly returned his mouth to sucking. Lou had good skills and took me to the back of his throat with ease. I moaned and enjoyed the attention while massaging his head which was still covered in short black hair. He stood up and kissed me with my dick pressing into his naked body. “This is going to be a great weekend,” he said while marching us out of the tent with one of us pointing the way forward.

Lou decided that I needed a tour of the camp so we each took a bottled water and he commenced the tour. Nearby was the older part of the camp where there were bungalows in a tree covered area. The air was cooler there. Lou also pointed out the area where the lesbians always stayed and I noted that they were all of the middle aged, plus sized variety. I didn’t know then that on Saturday night I would see them do sexual acts I didn’t know women did.

Lou escorted me to the small lake where one man was fishing while naked. There was a narrow path that went around the water and then headed deep into the woods if you veered off in that direction. On the far side of the lake, we encountered two naked men who were orally pleasuring each other out in the open. It was hot to watch naked men having sex in the shade of the trees. I decided that we could give them a show, so I turned Lou around and started massaging his cock. Once he was semi-firm, I bent over to take him into my mouth.  He held my head in place while he pumped his thick shaft into me. This was more exciting than watching the other men and I was glad that I had taken some initiative. When Lou was close to orgasm, he pulled back to avoid giving up his cum so early in the evening.

We returned to Lou’s RV and discovered that Don had arrived. He was most jovial and had a very broad smile and thick hands that came out to greet me. The handshake turned into a kiss as he pulled me into his corpulent body. “Lou has told me so much about you,” he coyly spoke he looked me in the crotch more than the eye. I laughed and enjoyed his bonhomie.

Lou cooked hamburgers that we had with potato chips and canned beans, just like my Dad’s dinners. While we ate, Lou explained that on Saturday afternoon there were some demonstration events being done by the leather guys and his friend would be shaving balls for a charity. In the evening, the pavilion would open and be set up like a bath house with dungeon and jail cells. One room would be completely darkened. All of this sounded most intriguing to me.

By the time we finished eating and cleaning up, the night sky had arrived with amazing stars. We were far from any large city and it was a cloudless night. Lou suggested that we do our stargazing from the hot tub which was a great idea. Don stayed at the RV, but Lou and I took towels to the hot tub which was only moderately hot, but at least the bubble jets were working. While we sat in the tub looking skywards, our hands were busy under the water pleasuring each other’s stiff appendages. I had never viewed the stars that way before and it was most delightful. There was a rule about no sex in the tub, but there was another couple whose hands were just as busy as ours were and smiling faces were unanimous.

When we returned to the RV, Don alerted us that it was time for his dessert. Since we had already had blueberry pie after dinner, we knew he meant something more in the meat department. Lou and I lay ourselves supine on the bed while Don tucked himself between Lou’s legs. I think that the blowjob protocol was that the host always came first. While Don was doing a masterful job of taking Lou’s root to the base, I played on his nipples and rubbed the dark hairy chest where there were only a few white hairs. Don was smooth as a baby’s butt anywhere you touched. Lou had been stimulated multiple times during the day and had always managed to pull back in time, but we all understood that Don was determined to take him.

Don’s long tongue could almost lick Lou’s ass while still keeping all of his dick orally contained. Lou had a G spot under his balls and Don used a thick finger to press on that special point. I felt Lou’s body tensing and his breathing became more erratic. “Woah,” Lou exclaimed loudly while Don made yummy sounds. “Stop, stop,” pressed Lou who was very touchy right after orgasm. “If you want,” laughed Don who knew that Lou was sensitive.

Don turned to me with hungry eyes and lips. “Next,” he declared as I spread my legs wide for his big body. Don had already stroked me a bit while he was sucking on Lou, so I was in good condition for fitting into the warm mouth. His lips were full and created amazing sensations as they pressed up and down on my cock. I was perpendicular in no time and clutching onto the bedding as he mercilessly slid my thick shaft in and out of his mouth. I felt his tongue reaching for my ass just as he had done to Lou. It was a remarkable sensation and made me think that two people were working in that area. After Lou recovered, he leaned over and began sensually twisting both of my nipples. He knew just the pressure that I liked and smiled while he stimulated my body. I felt my orgasm rising and my body trembled with the kinetic energy. Lou pulled hard on my nipples at just the same moment that Don plunged me deep into his throat and I gave up my creamy load. Don continued to suck until he was convinced that nothing more was coming out. I exhaled multiple times before my body sank into the bedding completely relaxed.

Don retired to the other bed licking his lips saying, “Mmmmm  nnn mmmmm nnn mmmm.”  I don’t think I even said, “Good night,” as I drifted off to dreams of naked men. In the middle of the night, I heard Lou up and about a couple of times suggesting some restlessness, which was remarkable given his significant orgasm.

Morning arrived early in the RV with the smell of strong coffee wafting into the sleeping area from the kitchen. I chose to arise and grab a cup of coffee which I took outside where Lou was sitting. Before I could enjoy the second sip of coffee, I had to make my way to the nearby latrine. Since the facility was nearby ready to be used, I was reluctant to pee in the woods which many men did.

I talked with Lou about his restless sleep and was informed that it was his normal routine. His active mind always made it difficult to rest. I knew that Lou was the primary caretaker at home for his elderly mother. These camping weekends in the summer were made possible by a brother taking over the home duties. It seemed as though Lou couldn’t leave that life behind even in the gay campground.

Following our breakfast of bagels and bacon, Lou suggested that we take a walk to the large field on the other side of the woods. Before we could leave though, we needed to wait for the naked runner who ran by the RV every morning. Lou was correct about waiting for the handsome runner who was in his early forties with a muscled body and hung like a horse. As he ran, that big cock swung tantalizingly back and forth looking for trouble. It was a sight not to be missed.

Along the path to the field, we encountered a patch of wild blackberries and were able to find a few that were ripe enough to enjoy. The four acre field on the other side of the woods was covered in yellow wildflowers and reflected the bright sunlight back to the universe. We casually walked the outside border of the field and encountered two naked men fucking just inside the woods. One was bent over, braced against a large boulder, while the other plowed his ass from behind. More happy gay men!

We enjoyed the show for a few minutes before continuing our walk. Lou wondered if I were ready to try taking him in the sling. I was rested and feeling energetic and up for the challenge. When we returned from our walk, we both took long showers where there was one sexy piece of eye candy soaping up his naked body with his cock pointing forward. I wasn’t going to have any shortage of sexual images to be aroused enough to squeeze into Lou’s tight ass.

Lou lubed up his ass before climbing into the black leather sling and I helped him secure his short legs in the straps. Lou didn’t like poppers, so I needed to manually open up the tight ass and to that end I had brought a slender very firm battery-operated dildo to assist me. I began by massaging Lou’s torso to relax him before I positioned myself next to the sling so that I could stuff his mouth with my cock. He was happy to get me aroused with his sensual mouth. I massaged his shaft into a firm state so that I could stroke him while I filled his ass.

I moved to the end of the sling and positioned my hard dick against the opening to begin the process. Instead of using my cock, I pressed the hard tip of the vibrating dildo against his hole and he was surprised by the pleasant sensation. “Oh, that feels so good.” He smiled broadly as he stroked himself while I pushed the tip of the vibrator into his tight ass. I moved the dildo from side to side to stretch the opening before I pressed it deeper to impact the prostate. I sensed that Lou was relaxing into the supports of the sling. When the vibrations stimulated the prostate, his cock responded into an impressive erection.

I decided that it was time to try inserting the real thing. “Here we go,” I warned him. I lubed up my thick cock and pushed the head against his opening. I felt him clenching in anticipation of the pain. I chose to just push in and let him absorb the pain issue. “Oww!” he complained but I told him to just breathe deeply and exhale fully which he did. That eased the pained look on his face and I slowly pushed in deeper. He was beginning to feel the pleasures of fullness and a smile began to emerge. “Oh, that’s a lot of cock,” he commented with some satisfaction that we were meeting his bucket list item.

The pain had resulted in Lou’s reduced erection and I decided to stroke him as a distraction from the pumping of his ass that I was about to do. His cock responded nicely, and I began to fuck him with just four inches of my shaft. I waited until he was comfortable with my cock going back and forth before I pushed in two more inches. His eyes widened from the occupation of new territory reached inside his body. “No deeper,” he expressed with anxiety, but he got comfortable with that six inches as I only moved slowly. “Thank you,” came the appreciative words as I thrust my hard dick back and forth but never coming out of that tight space. It was easy to maintain my erection with his ass being so tight. I knew that I wouldn’t orgasm since Don had taken me so fully the night before. A few minutes later, Lou accepted, “I think I’ve had enough.”  I slowly removed my cock so that he could enjoy the sensations from the exit. I helped him out of the sling and he exhaled fully with the satisfaction of accomplishment. We both returned to the showers, but Lou was walking like he’d just been fucked.

Once the cleaning was completed, we determined that it was a good time to explore the leather events. Don chose to join us and the three of us looked like a real trio with black leather vests and black work boots while everything else was fully exposed. Along the way, we encountered two campers who were manufacturing custom made leather items for sale. They were both very busy filling orders but we were just window shopping. Their wares looked very well made and I wondered if we would see any of them at the pavilion that night.

The next place that we stopped was at Lou’s friend, Mike’s place, where he was doing outdoor public shaving of men’s sexual areas. He used a new disposable razor for each customer and checked to make sure that everything was smooth by using his tongue and mouth before applying a final coat of baby powder. Mike was a good looking late forties man with a solid stocky build and it looked like his cock matched his body type. Lou didn’t have to work very hard to convince me that I should get serviced. I wanted to meet this hunky naked man with short brown hair.

I had shaved just the day before, so there wasn’t a huge task ahead for Mike who began the process by sucking on my cock so that it would be easier to move around and better for the onlookers. He had really good oral skills and I was fully erect in no time. “Nice,” he complimented while moving to the shaving aspect of his fine service. When Mike was finished making me baby smooth, he took me back into his mouth and I was a happy camper. He said, “See you later,” after I gave him a good tip.

We moved on to the demonstration area and I noted about forty mostly middle aged men wearing a broad assortment of black leather items. Some were in full daddy mode with leather pants, vests and hats while others were naked except for leather halters and arm bands. We approached a gathering of men watching a master who was about to train a new slave. He was taking volunteers and one very vocal thirty year old chose to taunt the master who invited the jock to be a participant. The master tied the young man face down spread eagle over a round wooden table. He then showed us some fire breathing tricks before using the fire from his mouth to singe the hair on the slave’s back. I could hear the sizzle and cringed in response. The master then used some electro therapy on the man’s testicles. The young man made a mistake when he laughed and declared that it tickled. The master turned up the juice and the next application of electricity had the man yelling in pain. That’s when I decided I had seen enough.

There was a large tent where I observed men entering and I chose to follow. Inside was a heavy set hairy naked man in an old bathtub. Men walked up to him and pissed on his body or directly into his mouth. Some smoked cigars while emptying their bladders. “Oh, that’s nasty,” I heard Don exclaim. I’ve never been curious about water sports and didn’t stay long. It was a good confirmation of my lack of interest.

I chose to have some private time and walked to the lake where I sat on a large boulder and watched dragonflies skimming the water’s surface while butterflies danced on the few wildflowers. I even noted a few good sized fish near the water’s edge. It was a joy to be with other species who shared the planet with us.

When I arrived back at the RV, I was introduced to our other neighbor Alan, who was an antiques dealer. He had spent the morning going to local yard and barn sales to find items for his shop. He was a very handsome fifty something with short brown hair and an engaging smile. He had a dad bod along with good intelligence.  Alan joined us for dinner contributing a large salad from items purchased at local farm markets. Lou grilled chicken and eggplant slices completing a healthy meal. We polished off the last of the pie creating smiles all around.

As we neared the 8 PM start time for the community gathering, the shower area took on a lot of activity as everyone cleaned before the anticipated sex acts. We didn’t bother with our leather because naked was also acceptable and easier. Lou had purchased a weekend special gift for each of us which he distributed once it got dark. He had discovered that the glow in the dark bands from the dollar store that children put on their wrists also worked very well as cock rings. Four naked men walking in the dark with glowing cock rings properly positioned was quite a site. Those who walked by us couldn’t help but comment on the special light display.

The pavilion was dimly lit and had either black or dark red walls which was very erotic. Some men were gathered at the wooden bar and a few were in the jail cell area. I briefly walked through the dark room area and was accosted by Bobby who I recognized because his back was entirely covered in hair. He sucked on my cock for a bit but I was not overly interested. I located the sling room which was large enough for twenty men to be observers of the action in the middle of the room. On one side there was a long bench and that was where Don had parked himself for the evening. He sucked cock for anyone that was getting ready to use the young muscular man in the sling. The muscle boy was mid thirties and completely smooth with a youthful face. He was sniffing poppers and making his ass available to any cock that walked up to him. I put my dick in his face and he slid my whole shaft deep into his throat. He sucked me while he was being fucked by a thick cock presented by a hairy leather daddy. It was hot to watch him be fucked by such a masculine man while he was taking on my dick as well. I had to pull my cock back when I was getting too aroused.

I watched the sling action for ten more minutes before I wandered into the dungeon area where there were stocks, handcuffs on the walls, glory holes and a Saint Andrew’s cross. Four of the plus sized lesbians were fully occupying the Saint Andrew’s cross. One was strapped securely to the X shaped wooden structure while another woman used a black leather cat o nine tails on her ass. Even in the dim light I could see that there were red marks on the large ass and when the woman was struck, she yelped from the pain. One of the other women wore a large strap on and took the slave woman from behind. I couldn’t tell if she was fucking ass or pussy, but it was vigorous and rough, including hand smacks on that red ass. There was a lot of heavy breathing and grunting which was not very arousing for me, so I departed for the jail cells.

I located Lou in the cells and dropped to my knees to take his nice cock into my warm mouth. I enjoyed sucking him but when he got close to orgasm, he pulled back and we switched positions. I held onto metal bars while Lou took my hard dick through the opening in the bars to the back of his throat. Alan came by and noted our activity. He stood behind me and massaged my back with his strong hands so I reached behind and massaged the bulging cock until it was a completely firm six inches. He moved his hands lower to squeeze my smooth, muscled ass cheeks. I felt him rub some lube on my ass and he pressed his solid body into mine with his hard stick nestled into my crack. He pushed the shaft down and I felt the head slip inside. Alan pressed my body into the bars and his cock went deeper into my ass. He bit me on the back of the neck before thrusting his dick back and forth smashing his balls against my body while his cock filled my insides. Lou continued to suck me during all of this and my cock was getting ready to burst. He sensed my condition and wanted my load so he pressed behind my balls at the same time that Alan pushed his dick into me hard making cum squirt into Lou’s eager mouth. The sound of my orgasm carried and men nearby cheered its arrival. Lou withdrew and licked his lips while Alan continued to pump me mercilessly until I felt him squirt his load into my body. It was good being the new meat at the party.

Lou decided that he was going to give his load to the muscle man in the sling. He walked over to Don who eagerly took his friend’s cock into his mouth and sucked him fully. Soon Lou was fully hardened and ready to take on some naked man ass. Because Lou was small framed, everyone thought that his cock will be small as well, so it came as a big surprise to the muscle man when Lou’s dick filled him up. Lou started out with slow long strokes but the joy of fucking such a hot man in public, took over and he became aggressive and rough. He thrust with full energy each time, slamming into the muscled man. Onlookers began to yell, “Yah, take him. Fill him up. Give it to him.”  Lou held out longer than I could have, but soon gave a shout of success as his cock gave up its load. Cheers rang out for the collective orgasm.

Lou was now really spent and need to relax so he and I headed for the hot tub for another night of stars and warm water. Since most campers were at the pavilion, we had the tub to ourselves. Neither of us had any sexual drive, so we just relaxed and enjoyed the amazing natural sights. I thanked Lou for convincing me to come and he replied, “I knew you’d enjoy it and I’m glad you’re here. Come again when you like.”

We didn’t have towels, so we drip dried as we returned to the RV. Our area was devoid of people and we sat outside with glasses of bourbon while we watched others drag themselves back to their campsites empty and exhausted. I didn’t hear Lou get up in the middle of the night that time.

The morning brought strong cups of coffee and the last of the bagels. When Don finally got out of bed, Lou cooked up scrambled eggs with peppers and onions that would see us to dinner. We all pitched in cleaning up and putting away tents and chairs that would be stored in the RV until next Friday when Lou would set up his camp again. I had less to take home since we ate and drank everything that I had brought.

I made my farewells to the friendly neighbors and ended with a long not naked hug with Lou. “Let me know when you want to return. You’re always welcome to be here.” I thanked him but knew that while I had had a great weekend and lots of entertaining sex, the ocean was where I belonged. I needed to be near water that was more than a small lake.

David from New York City

David came to visit me at the New Jersey shore from his apartment in New York City. We first connected on Silverdaddies when he was visiting friends in nearby Asbury Park, NJ. He had posted a profile that showed there as his location so I wrote a note of introduction. He responded positively and expressed an interest in meeting me but he was returning later that day to New York so we would have to meet another time.

David’s profile declared him to be a gay black man of 35 years who liked being with older men. There were no pictures but his stats showed that he was 6’3” and 240 pounds. I enjoyed being with a much taller man so that I could snuggle into his chest with ease. He was a top and I suspected that a man of that stature would be well endowed.

We started an email correspondence in regular email and exchanged pictures. I was impressed with his muscular thick build and sizeable arms. Those were always a weakness for me. I learned that he was a graphic artist and designer with a very erratic schedule so he would only be able to make plans a day or two ahead.

Toward the end of June, David informed me that he could come for an overnight on Saturday. Was I interested and available?  I didn’t usually have overnights, especially with someone I hadn’t met. Since he was coming on the high-speed ferry from New York and only staying one night, I determined that the potential benefits outweighed my anxiety. I accepted his offer and declared that I would meet him at the ferry dock when he landed on Saturday afternoon. David expressed an interest in the nude beach stating that he had never been. I replied that I would enjoy introducing him to that wonderful place.

Fortunately, it was a good weather weekend for the beach. Often that meant that nearby Sandy Hook would fill up and be closed by 11 AM. The federal park would usually reopen around 3 PM and we wouldn’t get there before that, so the timing of the plan was good. When David departed from the ferry, he was easy to spot since it was mostly white people who took the expensive ferry from New York City. He was indeed tall and strongly built, wearing loose shorts and tee shirt. It looked like he shaved his head or was very closely cropped. When David spotted me, he smiled broadly and waved. We didn’t shake hands or hug, but I led him to my car where he struggled a bit to fit himself into my low riding sporty vehicle. I noted that his arms were very muscular and had tattoos.

He seemed relieved to verify that I was a real person waiting for him and now driving to my home for our overnight adventure. He had brought only a small duffle bag of items which he managed easily into the house. This was the summer after hurricane Sandy when the house had been seriously flooded. By this time, I had rebuilt the interior and exterior, but had not lifted the house to a higher elevation. That was planned for the next year. I had endured enough construction for one year.

I was happy to provide David with a tour of the newly renovated space which included what I called the adult bathroom on the first floor. I had installed a two-person black jacuzzi in the large room with eleven foot ceilings and a skylight over the jacuzzi. The striking vanity was chrome with ruby red glass. David was pleasantly surprised by the jacuzzi. He was also fond of the large deck off the back of the house which had good shade from the one hundred year old beech tree.

I invited him to bring his bag up to the next floor where the bedroom was located. It was here where we first touched. I was eager to feel that muscled chest and when he was standing near, I reached out to sensually place my hand on his pectorals. I had sensed correctly that he was shy and that I needed to be the initiator. “That feels nice,” came with a warm smile on my new friend’s face. With that encouragement I used both hands to massage his chest as well as those very attractive arms.

David began to rub my nipples through a light athletic shirt I was wearing. My nipples were very sensitive and I felt my cock engorging. He was wonderfully sensual in his touch and quite gentle for a man with such a muscular build. I reached down to feel the bulge in his loose shorts and was amazed by the thickness that was growing. I had anticipated a big cock, but this was more than I had been with before. Would he get even bigger?

I took off my shirt to expose my smooth chest and he did the same. We continued our sensual discovery for a few minutes before I dropped to my knees to pull down his shorts allowing that massive member to be released. Nine inches or more of big black cock hung from this young man. The thickness was probably seven inches in circumference. I knew that I wouldn’t be deep throating him.

I relaxed my mouth and opened wide to be able to put the head of his dick inside. It’s a good thing that I also wet my lips to help them stretch. Only a few inches of his cock would fit so I chose to give the head and underside of his shaft my focus. I licked and sucked on the head and used my tongue to stimulate the underside all the way to the base where I encountered his equally large smooth balls. Those also received my tongue’s attention and his cock became firmer. David held onto my head with his thick strong hands and I was fully enjoying this fine masculine man.

“Is it alright if I smoke some pot?” he gently asked. At this point in my excitement, I would have agreed to almost anything that was requested. “Sure,” I replied briefly as I hungrily returned to his sexual parts. He reached down and pulled an electronic pipe from his pants pocket and took a couple of hits. I felt his body relaxing from the smoking but it also seemed to soften his cock.

“Let’s use the bed,” I suggested. I removed the comforter and we lay side by side facing one another. David reached down and stroked my cock to a good level of firmness. He slid down between my legs and easily slipped my whole shaft into his mouth with the first taste. He had a wide mouth with no gag reflex but he also had strong suction and it was very stimulating. Soon it felt like I was having an orgasm but not ejaculating. The sensations were so powerful and I hadn’t taken any pot. It was the most amazing oral that I had ever received and I was astonished at this young man’s skills.

“You’re amazing sucking my cock.” “I’ve had lots of practice, especially with older men.” It was only a few seconds of speaking before he took my dick back into his hot mouth. “Turn over,” he directed abandoning his shyness. I readily complied and was so happy when I felt him place his face between my ass cheeks and use his magic tongue to pleasure my opening. He squeezed my ass to the side to enlarge the opening. Receiving oral on my anus was very stimulating and before long I started thinking about trying to fit in his big cock. He was having the same thought and asked if I had any lube. I grabbed a bottle of massage oil and the bottle of poppers which would both be necessary in our quest for entry.

David used the oil on my ass and fingered the opening with his very thick middle finger while I took two deep hits from the new poppers bottle. I would need every bit of relaxation I could get from the inhalant to fit David’s cock inside. I tucked a pillow under my hips and arched my back exposing me openly to this hot muscular young man. He moved into a kneeling position with his cock resting on the crack of my ass. He slid back and forth over the smooth area a couple of times for me to get used to the idea of how much was going to be pushed inside. He squeezed his shaft to make it firmer and slipped the head of the huge cock inside me. There was a rush of pain and an equal rush of excitement. He got in! How much more of him could I handle?

David was slow and gentle in his approach which I was certain he had done with many men given the size of his tool. I mentally relaxed my body to be as receptive as I could as the thick cock pushed ever deeper into my cavity. The sense of fullness was unlike anything I had had before. I felt his cock pressing against the prostate resulting in my own dick being filled. He moved into a plank position and slowly thrust himself back and forth. David didn’t dare pull out in case he might not get back in. Since his cock was not fully hard, there wasn’t any more pain after the initial entry. I was almost giddy with stimulation and trying to picture how he looked fucking my smooth ass. His breathing quickened as the pace of the thrusting increased. It felt like I was being taken by a horse. David pulled out his dick and lay fully on top of me as his cum squirted into the space between us, covering both of us with his manly juices. Wow, what a fuck! I didn’t care that I hadn’t orgasmed. I was fully satisfied from feeling the fullness of that huge cock massaging my prostate.

David worried that he was too heavy on me and I declared, “I ain’t no 90 pound weakling. I like the way you feel on top of me.”  He accepted the offer and relaxed one of his bulging arms while keeping the other in place to partially support his weight. I felt encased in his masculine energy and enjoyed the feeling of his muscled body connecting with mine. Eventually, he slid to the side and I snuggled my ass back into him so that I could be as close as I was when he had been on top. He reached an arm around and rubbed my chest. “You’re sexy,” he declared easily. “And you’re pretty hot!” I returned appreciatively.

We lay there and watched the weather change through the bedroom window. The light softened and gray clouds filled the sky. “With the weather changing, we won’t have to worry about crowds at the beach,” I declared. “Maybe we should go,” he replied. I agreed and we both got cleaned up separately in the shower so as not to delay our departure any more than we already had.

I had packed a beach bag and a back pack that contained towels, snacks, water, sun block and an old colorful sheet that I used for putting down on the sand. David had never been to Sandy Hook before and was amazed to see how naturalized it was. He was familiar with the Jersey shore that offered restaurants, bars and amusements.  As we approached the parking area, he posed many questions about arousals and what it was like to be with a lot of naked people. I assured him that it was a very relaxed atmosphere and he would be fine. David took a couple of hits on his pipe so that he was in a mellow mood by the time we arrived.

Today I was bringing the eye candy and looked forward to being seen with this big muscled young black man with impressive meat dangling between his legs. I was most surprised and pleased when David offered to carry the bulk of our items from the parking lot to the sand which was almost half a mile. I had never had any help and it brought an appreciative smile to my face.

As I suspected, the normally crowded beach on a Saturday had fewer than one hundred people. David enjoyed the large sign that we passed declaring that we might encounter nude sunbathers. He was looking forward to that and took a picture of the sign as many visitors did. We were able to find a spot only twenty feet from the shore line which meant that we would enjoy the sound of the water meeting the land. Across the water we could clearly see the Manhattan skyline and the Verrazano bridge connecting Staten Island and Brooklyn.

Our arrival had produced head turning by women and men in equal numbers. David was an impressive specimen and worth more than one look. After we were settled in, the views continued but were more furtive. When we took a walk along the shore, our open smiles and clear happiness generated additional attention.

I had been so sexual in my thinking up to that point that I hadn’t fully appreciated the large number of tattoos that David sported. Because of his dark skin, the black ink was not very striking the way tattoos were on white skin. When we were sitting down again, I asked him if they were meaningful. He declared that many of them were done by tattoo artists who were friends and some commemorated lost people or past events.

None of my friends were at the beach and no one approached us for conversation so we enjoyed a quiet time. David had me take a couple of naked pictures to document his first time at a nude beach. The water was still a refreshing temperature but he swam like a dolphin with his muscular body sliding easily through the ocean waves. He was a pleasure to watch and I was certain that I was not the only one on the beach watching his swimming.

We stayed until the light was waning and both of us were getting hungry. We packed up and returned to the house where showers were necessary, but now there was no time pressure, so I joined David in the shower and we filled up much of the space together. I offered to clean his back and help get any sand off of his body. I had purchased a vanilla scented soap that produced lots of while lather which was very attractive against his smooth black skin. When David turned around his cock was pointing toward me and I had to make certain that that area was free of sand as well. I lathered up his cock with the soap and he leaned back against the shower wall to accept my ministrations. I washed off the soap and dropped to my knees to take his huge member into my warm mouth. Water cascaded over our naked bodies and pleasure was felt by both. I was surprised when a warm load of cum came spurting into my mouth. I had forgotten how quickly young men rebuilt their semen. I swallowed all that he gave along with the shower water flowing along his dick. Now we were ready for dinner.

I had planned a simple Italian pasta with puttanesca sauce and a salad with fresh bread. I opened a bottle of Montepulciano d’abruzzo which we both enjoyed. It pleased me to cook and have company for dinner; I was happy to have this young man as a guest. He helped clean up the kitchen and we settled in on the sofa to watch some news and sports which he really enjoyed. David, of course, was busy with images he had taken during the day with his phone and texting friends during our non-sexual periods. It felt intimate to be snuggled into him while he showed me the pictures. I rubbed his chest muscles for my after dinner pleasure.

I learned more about his art and work and discovered that I recognized his art name. He further informed me about companies that asked him to design products for them including bicycles and clothing. He was an avid cyclist and talked about bringing his bike to the shore where it would be less crowded than Manhattan.

When it was time for sleep, David offered his pot pipe and I took a couple of hits. I had smoked pot in college and until my children were born. This new pot was much more potent and I was pretty high when I made my way to the bed. David climbed naked into the bed and nestled himself between my legs. He took the flaccid penis into his warm mouth where his remarkable oral skills soon had my cock fully aroused. He sucked me earnestly and with passion. I felt waves of orgasm happening, but this time I knew that he took my sperm and swallowed. “Wow,” I exhaled as my body went sinking into the bed drifting off to pleasant sexy dreams.

I had a tendency to sleep late, but David was still deeply sleeping as I looked over at my new bed partner. I loved his smooth dark skin and the ready smile as well as the oral skills and huge cock. I was very fortunate to have his interest. Was I having any additional feelings? I couldn’t tell, but perhaps.

He had planned to catch the early afternoon ferry back to NYC so I rose and put on the coffee. I also made fresh biscuits and bacon. Perhaps it was the smell of the bacon that got his attention. David walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the table I had set. He was just wearing boxer shorts and I was enjoying the attractive chest and arms. He was shocked that I had made biscuits like his grandmother had done during his early childhood. I felt David’s sense of reverie and appreciation for the memories as he applied butter and honey to the food on his plate. Many of us recalled our grandparents with joyful thoughts of food.

We had enough time before he had to catch the ferry for a quick car tour of my town. I took him up the hill to the high point on the Eastern US seacoast. The twin lights lighthouse from the 1860’s could be toured for free and he barely made it through the small openings in the spiral staircase to get to the top. It was a breezy day and we both held on to the metal railing as the wind was more extreme at our altitude. He took pictures of New York and the park land that surrounded the lighthouse. David had an active blog and many followers so he was always documenting his activity when it was of note. I might have even been OK if he had documented the activities in my bedroom.

We arrived at the ferry dock with ten minutes to spare. David gave me a full body hug and thanked me for the great weekend. His next free time wasn’t known, but he would be certain to return for more enjoyable experiences. I watched as he boarded the ferry, remaining until the ship departed. I would savor our twenty-four hours of shared time while I waited for our next joining.

David from New York City 2

It was not until a month had gone by that we were able to find another date when David could visit for an overnight. He could arrive early on Saturday but would have to depart by noon on Sunday. I was happy to take whatever time was available.

During the month we kept in contact with sexy emails. An early note from David expressed his thanks for the great weekend adding, “I would’ve left my cock behind for you if it weren’t attached to my ass.”  His youthful vigor was refreshing. I had avoided young men and women and felt that my dates should always be older than my children. However, as the children grew into their thirties and forties that boundary was removed. David was mature in much of his thinking even if physically he still had some puppy energy. We easily talked about art and his projects. Our philosophies of life were much the same.

Since it was going to be a hot Saturday, we would need to head to the beach right from the ferry to avoid being closed out of the busy park. I knew that we would have sex later and it would be fun to show him off to my friends who I knew would be at Gunnison. David arrived on the planned ferry and was all smiles as he noted me waiting at the dock. He gave me a full strong hug in the parking lot before getting into the car. I was glad that he was becoming more comfortable and that public display didn’t bother him.

The parking lot for the nude beach was almost full when we arrived, so the walk was longer than the first time, but David handled much of the load I had packed and the walk was jovial. With the beach crowded, our choice of where to spend the day was more limited. At the time, I didn’t know all of David’s sexual interests but I determined that the gay section would provide him the most entertainment. I expected both gay and straight friends to be in their respective sections.

Sure enough, as we approached the far end of the gay section, a male couple who I had met a few years before noted me approaching and waved for us to come over and join them. In total, there were eight men sitting together who often were at the beach in a group. Two of them were guys that I socialized with regularly and the others I knew casually through them. There were many times that I would join them at the beach just by myself. All but one of these men were my contemporaries, the one outlier was in his early fifties and had an astonishing physique as well as being remarkably handsome. His Italian good looks with a full head of black hair set him apart from the rest of us. Surprisingly, he was a university professor. I was certain students of both genders had crushes on him. Since I knew David enjoyed older men, he would have plenty of social options.

I had not alerted anyone ahead of time that I would be coming and bringing my muscled friend from New York. The most social of the group welcomed us saying, “Hi. So, introduce us to your young friend.”  I made a round of introductions and I was welcomed into the group with more enthusiasm than usual. I was amused but not surprised. My close friends immediately began chatting up my guest to learn more about him and his relationship to me. I just enjoyed being the one who everyone knew was taking David home for the night. The goddess of fortune was shining on my day for sure.

A note about nudity at the beach needs to be made here. Not everyone at the beach got completely naked and it certainly was not a requirement. There were straight and gay nudists who got naked and it’s just a casual way of being without any sexual aspect attached to the nudity. While some men got erections, it was the exception and not the norm. Lots of women kept on their bottoms while the tops were freely discarded. Many gay men under thirty were reluctant to take off their cute speedo swimsuits. For some of them it was more of a fashion show. All body types and ages used this adult beach. I was glad that David’s first introduction to Gunnison had been when it was not full of people. That allowed him to get comfortable without the same pressures that today was bringing. Sexual contact on the beach was illegal and park rangers using binoculars watched for violators. I had seen people arrested while naked on the beach, handcuffed and taken away in patrol cars.

More naked gay men than usual stopped by to chat with our group making certain that they were introduced to David. Frankly, he was more embarrassed by the attention than flattered. We spent time in the warmer water and David did his dolphin routine. I departed from the water before he did and when he came out, I noted that a Caucasian man in his late seventies with balding white hair and a sizeable protruding belly had gotten David into a conversation. The man was neither handsome nor polished. I was amazed to note that David started sporting an enormous erection and had to put himself back into the water until control was regained. So, this was what got his blood really moving! The incident was a great lesson to me about the surprising complexities of human sexual attraction.

While my ego was still very much intact, I realized that I probably wasn’t old enough and my hair wasn’t white enough to be David’s true sexual desire. The good news was that as I got older, I would only become more attractive to him! What a gift in the aging process.

When David returned to our spot, I asked him about the encounter with the portly man. He declared that he just got so turned on by this older guy that he had to escape to the water not to be embarrassed. “Have you always been this way?” I asked quietly. David explained that he knew about his interest in men at the beginning of his sexual awareness. At thirteen he had told his parents in the Bronx that he was gay and they kicked him out of the house for good. They were very religious and their son was now a sin against God. They couldn’t have anything to do with him.

I was astonished that such closed mindedness still existed in New York City in the 1990’s. I couldn’t fathom tossing a child into the dangerous streets of NYC at thirteen making him fend for himself. Surely, that was the sin against God! Normally, I was very tolerant and openminded, but I was quite judgmental about how his parents treated him.

David went on to tell me a little about his street experiences where he quickly learned that his youth and oral skills could get him money from older men. Soon they became his regular diet and means of support. He slept on stoops and if there was luck, a few nights on someone’s couch happened. The more I learned about David the more I was amazed at how different our lives had been. So little common experience existed between us, but still we were enjoying coming together.

The group ended the day at the beach late in the afternoon and all of the older men made certain that they had a farewell naked hug with David. I think that the professor was unhappy that a younger man had taken his place for the day, but he was still very polite and friendly with David.

When David and I arrived at the house, we headed straight for the shower. Soon our naked bodies were lathered up with the vanilla soap and dicks were hardening. David dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth while I leaned against the wall. His middle finger played with my anal opening arousing me significantly. He stood up and turned around saying, “Fuck me.” I was surprised to hear those words since I believed him to be a top.

Without hesitation, I soaped up his round ass cheeks and inserted a finger to be able to assess his tightness which wasn’t bad. The soap would be enough lube to make the entry possible. He bent over and leaned against the shower wall while I rubbed my hard cock up and down the ass crack. When I determined he was ready, I slipped in just the head. He didn’t indicate any pain, so I pushed in half way. Still there was no pain signal, so I plunged in fully pressing my balls against the wide ass. It felt good to be inside him in the shower with his smooth body lathered up. I thrust my hard shaft in and out while David pressed his hands against the wall for support. I smacked his ass as I increased the speed and intensity of the thrusts. He gave his body up for my pleasure and my cock was fully enjoying topping him. I latched onto his hips and pounded away with gusto until my dick spewed cum inside and outside his ass mixing with the white soap.

I had used up my energy and needed to be horizontal for a rest. I left the shower and dried off before heading to the bed. David remained in the shower and finished his cleansing before joining me. “I haven’t had anyone fuck me in a long time. I really wanted to feel you inside me,” he spoke openly. “Well, you fuck me so great, it’s only fair. What did you think about today?” I asked directly.

“I kept getting aroused and had to go in the water,” he laughed. “There were so many daddies I wanted, and your friends were nice to me.” “I’ve been fortunate to make good friends who enjoy the beach even more than I do,” I returned. We remained naked in the bed as the sun set through the bedroom window.

Dinner was an easy iron skillet cooking of ham steak and crisped up potatoes with onions. Corn on the cob in the microwave completed our meal which we had outside on the deck watching the last embers of light fade into night. David had a couple hits from his pipe for dessert.

He put on the television to catch his sports programs and I snuggled into his smooth flesh to enjoy those sexy muscles as my dessert. It felt like an old friendship developing quickly as our bodies and energies merged comfortably.

I offered to give him a massage before bed and he readily accepted. Neither of us had on anything more than shorts so it was easy to get naked. I enjoyed massaging his big muscles and I was glad that I had made the suggestion since I discovered areas which needed some attention. When I asked him to turn over, it was not a surprise to see that he was in full display. One of the benefits of his youth! 

It was not long before I couldn’t resist and put his big cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He moaned with pleasure and arched his back to push his cock in further. I knew that there was only one place where I could take him deeper and I got the bottle of poppers to assist me.

I asked David to sit on the sofa where I had put down a towel. I lubed up my ass and took two good sniffs from the little brown bottle before I straddled his body to get that cock near my opening. I used the back of the sofa for support and he squeezed his dick to be firmer as I lowered my ass onto the head of his cock. God it was so big and the pain sped to my brain when he entered me as gently as possible. I swallowed and exhaled a couple of times before lowering myself further. The sensation of being filled was amazing!

I decided to drop the whole way and just take all of his shaft in one burst. The pain came with the pleasure and I began to accept that as how it would be with this man. My chest was in David’s face and he hungrily sucked on my nipples while his hands squeezed my naked ass. My head was spinning from his fullness and the stimulation of my chest. I bounced up and down on that massive dick until my legs felt weak.

David sensed my reduced energy and flipped me around so that I was on the sofa with my opening exposed off the end. He tried to stay inside during that maneuver but his cock popped out. He knelt in front of the sofa and lifted my legs onto those strong shoulders. He pushed his cock inside in one quick thrust. The rush of endorphins to my brain was astonishing. My mind was seeing stars bursting. I couldn’t tell what was pain and what was pleasure anymore. He rapidly thrust his shaft in and out of me with an assertiveness that was new. Something in his masculinity had been lit and he fucked me like a man possessed. He didn’t orgasm quickly but spread my legs wide to open my entry point and pushed all of himself into me with aggressive thrusts. I rolled my head back and forth against the soft fabric of the sofa marveling at the pleasures that David could provide. He pulled his cock out and spread his seed on my abdomen and chest.

He lowered my legs and crashed his body on top of mine melding his sperm to both of our bodies. He exhaled deeply many times before his heart rate returned to normal. “Fuck,” we both said at the same time which led us to laugh at the simultaneity. There was something truly joyful about a good laugh following a great fuck.

Showers were necessary, but they were purely functional since neither of us had any sexual energy left to give. We spooned in the bed and I felt secure and protected by my muscled friend as we both drifted off to the land of dreams.

Neither of us was very energetic the next morning, but I managed to make coffee and biscuits. Those were both items that I could make while I was still half sleeping given the number of times that I had done that routine for family and friends. David arrived and said, “I’m sorry I have to leave. Life is so good here.” “Work is the price of youth. You still have miles to go before you can be as laidback as I am about money. We’ll find another future date and do this again,” I declared with confidence.

I drove David to the ferry with plenty of time to spare even taking the scenic route. “Thank you again for everything,” he spoke sincerely as we hugged at the dock. Having lived in Manhattan myself I knew that the escape from the intensity of the City was important for reviving David’s sense of place with nature. I was able to provide him with a respite and a rejuvenation as well as sex. I was confident that he would return for more.

David from New York City 3

My assuredness that David would return was not misguided but my sense of timing was way off. I didn’t see him again until the following summer. We kept in touch during that time and twice made plans that fell apart when his erratic work life changed. I was neither upset nor offended but took for granted that this was the way it would be with this young artist. I had not emotionally over invested myself which was a good safety measure.

In the early beach season of the following year, we successfully managed to come together again at my house in New Jersey. Tuesday and Wednesday night sleepovers were planned along with some significant nude beach time. David would arrive on a late afternoon ferry and depart at noon on Thursday. This would be more time than usual and I was very excited.

He arrived on time and looked exactly as he had the summer before. His big smile expressed his happiness in seeing me on the dock waving to him. We hugged in the parking lot like old friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. Neither of us cared that passersby were taking lengthy looks. We were just happy to be physical with each other. “How good to finally see you again,” I opened. “You too,” he responded. I had thought we might go to the beach but it was clear that our bodies had other plans.

We were barely inside the front door when we both came face to face with a passionate kiss and fondling of each other’s chests. It felt so good to touch him and feel his masculine energy. Shorts and shirts came off quickly while we were still in the living room. David dropped to his knees and took my engorged cock into his wet mouth. I held his head sensually while he slurped and licked me. I could see that his dick was filling in nicely and I wanted him.

I pushed him backwards to the carpeted floor and nestled myself between his legs. I had remembered well the impressive dimensions of his cock and I stretched my mouth as wide as possible to fit him inside. He lay back moaning accepting the attention to his dick. It was not long before he was fully aroused. I decided to swing around and place my ass on his face. His big tongue went to work on the opening and it wasn’t long before I felt his thick middle finger pushing into my hole. Even his finger was filling!

Our wild passion in the living room continued as he pushed me to stand up. David turned me around so that my ass was facing that big cock. I knew what was coming and pulled a poppers bottle from my shorts. In that bent over position, David moved me to the sofa. I knelt on the cushions while inhaling the vapors. He enjoyed his pipe while waiting for the poppers to take effect. I spread my legs exposing the opening and waited for the pain of entry.

David took his time and was gentle as he massaged the hole with the head of his cock. I wanted him inside and he did not disappoint me as he filled my opening with the huge head of his cock. I swallowed the pain knowing that only the entry was problematic with this muscled man. He slid more of the shaft inside and my prostate was singing his praises. Even without being fully hard, that thick cock pressed on my most sensitive place. My body more fully relaxed as he slid most of his dick inside. I was filled to the maximum level in this position.

David began with slow rhythmic thrusts, holding on to my hips to secure our positions together. I felt his arousal increasing along with his breathing. He pushed in with more force and it seemed that my ass would split in two, but only pleasure was on my mind with the pain having receded. He quickened his pace and began to smack ass cheeks while filling the cavity that was so happy to receive him. I loved feeling his youthful vigor and gave myself over to him completely. So much was happening with my ass that I never thought about touching my cock which just swung back and forth with David’s movements.

I felt his leg muscles tense as his hands squeezed my hips. His warm fluids rushed into my body and he let out an orgasmic growl. “Oh, yes,” I responded as I felt my body filled with happiness and satisfaction in addition to his sperm. I quivered slightly as my anal spasm squeezed the spent shaft making sure that all of his fluids came to me. David leaned forward and kissed me gently on the back of the neck. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he declared. “And I’ve been wanting to feel you inside me,” I replied. In that instant his softened cock slid from my body with cum dripping from my hole.

We went to the shower and cleaned each other, enjoying the manly but sensual touch. There was still time to head to the beach and we returned to the living room. We both laughed at how the living room looked with our clothes carelessly tossed about, displaying evidence of the mad passion that we had had moments before. The pleasure I felt in being with this man was genuine and immediate. We were both living in the moment.

Since it was a weekday evening, the beach was quiet and our visit was casual and relaxed. The water was cool and refreshing, calming our passions that had flared so strongly in my living room. I enjoyed watching David’s playfulness in the water as he frolicked with the waves. There must have had so much tension built up from being in the city. It took energy to get relaxed in a place so busy as New York. Here, he could just release and allow his cares to subside.

We stayed until the light started fading and the insects arrived. I had planned a simple dinner of chicken breasts cooked in a piquant lemon sauce which was placed over a bed of couscous. I quickly sautéed fresh zucchini with garlic as our vegetable. We were both quite hungry by then and we ate with good appetite. David assisted in the clean up before we took our snuggling positions on the sofa for his television time. We both carried hot memories of our very recent time on that sofa. “Are you gonna make biscuits in the morning?” David asked hopefully. “Of course, I am,” I replied with a smile as my hands enjoyed his muscled bare chest.

It was a relaxed night of sleeping followed by the morning pleasures of strong coffee and biscuits. David now had memories of my biscuits from multiple experiences comingling with the memories of his grandmother. We talked about his time on the streets of New York but I never pressed him to tell me any of the terrible experiences that he must have had. He framed it as the reason for his strong attraction to older white men.

By noon we were headed to the nude beach for our day at the water. It was warm and sunny so sunblock was required. There was a decent crowd of people already there by the time we arrived and parked ourselves in the gay section not far from the water. I didn’t see any of my friends so it was just the two of us. My ego was nurtured as I observed attractive males and females look in our direction. Before long we were in the cooling water enjoying our happy day together.

I returned to our blanket while David remained to do his dolphin thing. When I looked out at the water to see him, I noted that he was in chest high water having a conversation with a male and female couple. I had seen them at the beach a few times before when I was there by myself. The three of them were often laughing so I decided to join in their fun.

When I arrived, David introduced me to Hans and Gerri who were visiting from Brooklyn. While there were good beaches in Brooklyn, here they could be naked. They were an attractive mid 50s couple and she had long light brown hair while he was mostly without. Her hair was attractively piled up on top of her head. They appeared to have good bodies but it was difficult to determine in the deep water. David had informed them about my nearby house where he was staying. Hans was exhibiting a serious attraction to David and I wondered if either of them were sporting erections under the water.

Gerri came closer to me and planted a quick surprise kiss on my lips while she checked out my crotch. I hadn’t been with such an aggressive woman before. Under the water, her hand stroked my cock to an aroused state which was very provocative. I was attracted to her and decided that two could play that game. I reached between her legs and pressed my middle finger against her pussy. Instead of retreating she came forward and squeezed her legs on my finger. The underwater pussy was so relaxed that I was able to push my finger up inside and she let out a gasp of air followed by a coy smile. She was ready to play!

With both hands, Gerri pushed up on my shoulders while wrapping smooth legs around my hips. Before I knew what was happening, she had already inserted my hard cock inside. She only remained there for thirty seconds and then backed off before we got any attention from park rangers. What a bold sexy woman to do that in front of her husband, and the crowd on the beach! I was impressed.

I made a suggestion that they come to my house after the day at the beach and I would provide Gerri with a free massage. She had not had a massage in a long time and was very interested in the idea. It was clear that Hans was quite interested in having some time with David’s cock which sealed the deal. I verified with David that he was comfortable with this plan and he informed me that he hadn’t been in a group or with a woman in quite some time, but he was ready for a sexy foursome.

David and I relaxed and swam for the remainder of the afternoon while we both enjoyed anticipatory thoughts about our upcoming evening. If the couple came to my house, there would be sex and the combinations were imaginable but not knowable until they arrived. When David and I were departing from the beach we traded phone numbers with Hans and Gerri as well as my address. They declared that they would be there in about an hour. That would give me time to get everything ready for the massage and to get clean.

I sensed that David was anxious about this encounter and noted that he took more hits from his pipe than usual as he sat at the kitchen table. I rubbed his shoulders and neck to help him relax, saying, “If they come, it’ll just be a fun time like in the water. And if they don’t come, we know how to enjoy each other.” The massage, words and pot combined to help him feel better about what was to take place. “You’re right. It’ll be fun,” he admitted.

Hans and Gerri arrived only a little later than they had anticipated and all four of us filled up the living room with smiles and anticipation. “Are you ready for your massage?” I asked Gerri who replied that she was excited to get a massage with men to watch. I decided that it was wise to move quickly to being physical before anybody chose to opt out.

We all went to the massage room and removed clothes. Gerri got on the table and lay face down giving her body over to my hands. Hans and David chose to sit on opposite ends of the sofa while I began the massage. It was helpful being with nudists who were comfortable getting naked quickly. Gerri was in very good physical shape with decent muscle tone. I enjoyed providing a sensual massage and I felt her body relaxing from my touch. “It feels so good,” she informed me at one point. I noted that both Hans and David were stroking their cocks while I was working on Gerri. Hans was also in good physical shape and had a nice eight inches with some thickness. No wonder his wife’s pussy had been easy to penetrate in the water.

Even before I asked Gerri to turn over, I observed that Hans had moved closer to David and was now playing with that massive cock. I knew that would happen and it was only the timing that was unclear. I didn’t mind sharing David with these two sexy people. It was going to be hot to watch him.

By the time I asked Gerri to turn over, Hans had moved to orally pleasuring David. I saw that Hans was having some of the same spatial difficulties that I had in dealing with such a thick tool. Gerri briefly noted her husband’s activities and didn’t seem surprised in the least. She relaxed back onto the table waiting to see what would happen next. I sensed her adjustment toward sexual activity and decided to start that stimulation sooner than I had planned. I sensually massaged her supple legs and moved energy toward the gathering spot at the apex. As I lightly massaged the inner thighs, she spread her legs wider giving me more access to the sexual area. I didn’t hesitate but pressed the flat of my right hand against her pussy while my left hand massaged C cup breasts. They were well shaped and not sagging at all which made them very attractive.

I lowered my lips and kissed the right nipple sweetly before sucking and nibbling on it. My right hand felt the moisture increasing on the labia and I split them apart for access to her pussy. David noted that I had begun sexual activity with Gerri and came over to the table to join in. Hans followed quickly and dropped to his knees to keep focus on the cock that he wanted to enjoy. He could play with his wife anytime and he didn’t mind that other men were enjoying her. David used strong thick hands to massage Gerri’s breasts and took a nipple into his warm mouth.

Gerri reached for her husband as she felt my finger push inside her pussy to find the most sensitive spots. Hans stood up and placed his mostly hard dick into his wife’s mouth. She was reveling the attention of three men and was relishing the experience. I knew that I had found a special spot when the pussy muscles tensed and her body began to tremble.

Hans decided that it was a good opportunity to fuck his wife, so we turned her pussy in his direction and watched as the big shaft slid quickly inside that sexy female body. David brought his cock to her mouth but she could mostly just stroke him. I moved behind Hans and rubbed his back as he pushed in and out of his wife with strong thrusts. He seemed to enjoy feeling my hard dick pressing against his smooth ass. She orgasmed intensely on Hans’ cock but he backed up to drop to his knees to suck on my cock.

David spun Gerri around to his side of the table and slowly inserted himself. I empathized with the pained look on Gerri’s face as she was overfilled with black dick. I recognized that David also had seen her look and didn’t stay inside for long. Chances were that he was banging up against the cervix which could be very unpleasant. David chose to reengage with Hans who was more than happy to trade my cock for something younger and bigger. I took pleasure in returning my focus to Gerri.

I came to the side of the table where David had been and leaned my body into hers as I sweetly kissed both nipples while my hard stick was pressing against the used pussy. She clasped her legs around my body and pulled us together with my cock quickly moving inside. I massaged her breasts as I pushed in and out with varying speed and intensity. She writhed in ecstasy while rubbing her clit with my hard shaft filling her body. She orgasmed more than once and squeezed my cock tightly in the process.

Hans and David had switched positions with Hans likely receiving some of the best head that he had ever had. I could tell that David was fully engaged in sucking the nice dick that Hans presented. While the men kept each other engaged, Gerri decided to have me another way. She moved to the sofa and lifted her legs in the air to expose the freshly orgasmed pussy. I pushed my face between the split legs and licked the clit while I massaged her G spot with a finger. She firmly held my head in place while giving up another orgasm. I moved my cock into position and slid inside that hot pussy in one quick movement. Gerri’s eyes opened wide and she reached down to rub the clit while I fucked her on the sofa. I sensed that my orgasm was approaching and pulled out my dick to cum on her abdomen. Her legs squeezed hard around my neck as she produced another orgasm right after mine.

I could hear the same thing happening for Hans who was being swallowed whole by David. I knew that Hans would have to give up his sperm to such remarkable talent. After taking in Hans’ cum, David stood and began stroking his massive cock. In this position, he made an impressive image. Hans knelt before him in submission while David stroked his shaft to orgasm providing a copious facial for Hans. There was a lot of satisfaction in the room, but also a need for some towels for cleaning.

I moved into host mode and provided my guests with towels. They chose to just wipe themselves rather than take showers. Now that their libidos had been satisfied, they needed to get back to Brooklyn. We all chose to hug each other in our naked state, just as we had met on the beach. I don’t think that anyone was disappointed in our gathering and hopes were expressed for a future event.

I had planned a dinner, but had no energy for much of anything. We opted for a delivery of pizza and a couple of beers on my deck. It was a mild summer evening and we remained on the deck quietly enjoying the few stars that were visible so close to New York City. It was the first evening that David did not turn to the television but just looked at his phone for some news.

We spooned comfortably in bed that night with neither of us having nighttime erections. I softened my body against his muscles and drifted off to dreams of naked men and women, while his strong arm held me in place. There were so many options for pleasure in the world of bisexuality. I was fully embracing my complex lifestyle.

Neither David nor I ever tired of having coffee and fresh biscuits in the morning. It was a great way to start the day enjoying the smells coming from the oven. We ate our breakfast on the deck, listening to the morning bird songs. We approached David’s departure with reluctance and resignation. We knew that neither of us could predict our next meeting even with a strong desire to make that happen. We emotionally disengaged that morning to prepare ourselves for another unknowable future.

David from New York City 4

I don’t remember being bothered at the time, but during the two months while I waited for David to return, negative feelings emerged. In all of my friendships there was a good sense of give and take which David and I certainly had sexually and even intellectually, but there was a great imbalance financially. It wasn’t just that I was more secure than he was; there was an unspoken compact that I would always provide food, drink and shelter. David never brought anything to share other than his dick, of which there was a lot to enjoy.

We had established a relationship which felt like the trade of a shore visit for sex. At one point I recall acknowledging that situation as an acceptable exchange since the sex was so amazing. I also understood that money and sex had been intimately united during David’s years on the street. I recognized that he had the cost of the ferry. The tipping point came during his last visit when we ordered a pizza for our dinner and he didn’t make any attempt to put out ten dollars. It wasn’t the money that I wanted but the gesture of sharing, the offer of generosity. Unfortunately, these negative feelings gnawed at my impression of him.

In August, we managed to find another Saturday for an overnight that worked for both of us. I was looking forward to being with him and pushed my negativity to the rear. I would just have a good time for twenty-four hours and let go of my judgements and expectations.

David would arrive late in the afternoon and be able to stay until the same time on Sunday. He warned me that he would have a different appearance. He had had an accident with his bicycle and bruised his face while also breaking a front tooth. “I have that less than attractive eight-year old look,” he humorously stated. It was in fact a perfect description of the new smile I saw when I hugged him at the parking lot. One top front tooth was almost completely missing. Selfishly I hoped that it wouldn’t affect his oral skills.

When I hugged him, I felt the bulge between David’s legs and took the signal to get us to the house before heading to the beach. He was more reserved than usual and I attributed that to the dental issue. I didn’t care about the tooth as much as I cared about what was hanging between his legs. In the living room, I dropped to my knees and pulled down his shorts to reveal that attractive manhood. I had planned to try sucking him using poppers to get me more relaxed.

I took a good hit from the small bottle in my shorts and went to work on getting his shaft as deep into my throat as possible. I felt very relaxed and passionate in wanting to take as much of him as I could. I know that I got more than four inches of his thick cock into me, but even with poppers there was a physiological limit that I couldn’t surmount. David took some hits on his pipe and got on his knees to take my dick into his mouth while I lay on the floor. The enormous amount of pleasure that he provided was so impressive. My head was spinning with intense sensations from his tongue and warm mouth. I loved feeling his broad muscled shoulders while his mouth was all over my dick.

He used some saliva to moisten my anus and soon his finger was pressing on my prostate while his mouth consumed me. I was extremely aroused and ready to feel him slide inside. He had the same thoughts as he tucked a pillow from the sofa under my ass before lifting my legs into the air. He positioned his cock at my opening and gave a gentle push to get in the wide head. There was the usual rush of pain but I knew what to expect and allowed the wave to pass over me. I exhaled deeply as that massive cock pushed in deeper.

When he was most of the way inside, David began to stroke my cock while sliding his own tool in and out slowly. My body was filled with dick and stimulation that were incredible. His sweat dripped onto my chest merging with my own. David tightened his grip on my hard member while he quickened the thrusting. He repeatedly banged my prostate in just the right place and cum gushed up in buckets landing on my abdomen and chest. David pulled out his cock and finished stroking himself, adding his sperm to mine on my naked body. Two months of pent up energy was released by both of us as we exhaled the tensions from our bodies.

“I really need to go to the beach,” he declared earnestly. “Yes, let’s go. Now that pleasure’s taken care of,” I rejoined. I had everything set to go but we needed quick showers before either of us could be seen in public.

People were leaving the beach as we were arriving, presenting us with lots of options for where to sit. We located a spot right at the water’s edge in the middle section. I was gratified by the entertaining looks we received from men and women. I didn’t have to wonder what entertaining thoughts were going through their heads. No one cared that we were interracial, but some might have been surprised by the age difference. I was the lucky bastard hanging with my young and muscled David.

He wasted no time leaping into the water as soon as our stuff was in place. I also went into the water to cool down but didn’t stay as long as he did. He was seeking something that I couldn’t fathom. Something more than the normal release from the pressures of the City was weighing on him.

When David came from the water, he lay down next to me and I waited until his breathing softened to ask, “Are you OK?  I sense something’s wrong.” He exhaled deeply before replying, “I lost my rent stabilized apartment so I’ve just been crashing with friends until I can get something new.” Having lived in New York City a couple of times, I empathized with him and understood the difficulties and complexities of housing, especially rent stabilized. I had no solution to offer other than my commiseration that it was unfortunate and a challenge.

David spent more time than usual in the water working off the anxieties while seeking joy from the ocean. We stayed until the insect life arrived to take their ownership of the beach. For dinner I made breaded pork chops the way my mother-in-law taught me as well as the Harvard beets which were another of her items I loved. Apple sauce rounded out the colorful plate of comfort food. David ate as though he hadn’t eaten all day. His ever ready pipe took the place of dessert.

We moved to our usual snuggle places on the sofa for David to take in the news and sports. I rested on his bare chest and drifted off listening to the rhythmic pattern of the strong heartbeat. I came back with a start realizing I had fallen asleep on him. “I liked when you fell asleep on me,” he said rubbing my hair playfully. His youthful energy provided such great pleasure.

We went up to bed and I spooned my naked ass into David while he held me close. We slept comfortably until the middle of the night when I awoke feeling his hard cock pressing against my ass. David was awake and in need of some sexual attention. This was one way in which I could help alleviate the pressures and concerns that he was facing.

I turned around and kissed him sweetly while massaging his engorged dick. I slipped down between his legs and licked the long shaft from base to tip before taking the head into my mouth. He relaxed into the bed enjoying the stimulation and distraction that he needed. I continued to lick his hard cock and suck him as best I could.

I lubed up my ass and his cock before returning to the spooning position with his tool positioned against my opening. I relaxed my body to reduce the discomfort as the head of his dick pushed inside. Perhaps it was the timing or position, but the pain was less than usual and I was able to welcome this muscled man into me with just pleasure. He slowly filled my cavity deeper and my sexual excitement soared when the pressure on my prostate became intense. Since I had cum earlier, I had no interest in my own cock but focused energy on providing him with as much pleasure as possible.

David held my body in place by holding onto my shoulder as he thrust back and forth stimulating both of us. I felt his grip tighten as his body pressed for deeper satisfaction. Full balls pressed up against my smooth ass yearning for relief. The thrusting quickened along with the breathing, leading to the hardening of his shaft. He was focused on release with remarkable intensity. David flooded my hole with sperm and exhaled fully to release the rest of what had to be emptied. He collapsed against my body declaring, “I needed that.”

His breathing came back to normal and soon small sleeping sounds could be heard. His cock was still inside me and my body was happy to keep him in place maintaining our intimacy as long as possible. At some point I fell asleep while still enjoying the pleasure of a softened cock where I liked it the most.

We both slept beyond our usual times which meant that the ocean park would be closed by the time we arrived. During our coffee and biscuits on the deck I suggested two hiking options and David chose the walk along the bay shore.

Only a few years before, a new walking path had been created connecting the downtowns of Highlands and Atlantic Highlands. The two mile long, four foot wide path stayed close to the water’s rocky edge in many places and in others, wooden walkways traversed over marshy wetlands. In the distance, the New York City skyline was readily visible along with numerous sailboats gliding across the water. It was a wonderful way to be in green spaces while enjoying expansive views of the harbor.

The path was well used and passersby smiled or made greetings along the way. We walked casually and took in the fresh air along with the restorative energy that the path provided. I hoped that this space would help David take in the beneficial energy necessary for finding his housing solution. It would at least bring some joy and comfort as well as a few pictures.

We didn’t return to the house but went from nature to the ferry dock. We hugged longer than usual with neither of us wanting the moment to end. David was reluctant to face the tasks ahead of him but it was necessary to do so. I was reticent to let him create distance between us. Given the uncertainties in his life, David and I both knew that it would be some time before we would see each other again. I watched as the ferry sped towards New York hoping that his travail would not be long.

David from New York City 5

In September, I learned from David that there was a job opportunity for him in Rochester that he was exploring. Rochester was renowned for great art and music education especially for young people. I wished him the best of fortune in this endeavor. Unfortunately, the housing situation had not improved and a couch was a regular sleeping location.

In late September, I had some work taking place in Manhattan and decided to stay overnight in a hotel. I alerted David to my travel plans and invited him to spend the night with me. He would have a bed and sex. He was unclear about his ability to join me. Our timing was always difficult which I understood and accepted. Nonetheless, I decided to keep my plan to stay in the lower Manhattan hotel just in case he could spend time with me.

When the date that I would be in New York arrived, David was more hopeful about being able to meet and I began to look forward to a sexy night in the hotel. At 7 PM I alerted him that my work was mostly finished and I was free until the next morning. He replied that he was still busy but could likely get there later. Since I wasn’t in New York often anymore, I decided to take an evening stroll to the area where I had lived forty years ago.

My old Italian neighborhood was only about ten blocks away. I already knew that much had been gentrified during the intervening years, but I was surprised to see that the old six story walk up building had only changed on the first floor with better businesses. The rest looked much the same with the rusty metal fire escape still clinging to the front of the building. I laughed internally as I remembered our rent of $125 a month for the pleasure of climbing to the top floor. I shuddered to think about the current cost.

I received a text from David who was happy to declare he could meet around 10 PM. I accepted this offer and returned to the hotel to make sure I was ready in case he arrived early. My room had a large stone tiled shower where we could easily fit together and I hoped that we would have some pleasure there.

David arrived shortly before 10 PM and apologized for not being able to get there earlier. I was just happy to have this muscular young man in my hotel room.  We kissed and hugged with passion and I helped him remove his shirt to expose the chest I wanted to feel. I rubbed my face in between pectorals while my hands reached down between his legs. He was indeed happy to see me and I dropped to my knees to show appreciation for his arrival. I pulled down his shorts while he was still wearing his shoes. Neither of us cared. We both knew why we were together and didn’t want to waste any time.

I was happy to have his big cock in my face. I sensually massaged his member before I took him into my wet mouth. He leaned back against the entry door while I took him as deeply as I could. I took a hit of poppers and managed another inch but he was just too big to fit.

“Come take a sexy shower with me,” I requested while removing my clothes. He smiled at the invitation and got just as naked. I led the way and as he followed me, he squeezed my ass with both of his strong hands. I so wanted to feel all of him slide inside. Before I could turn on the water, David turned me around and pressed me against a shower wall. He made love to both of my nipples with great sensitivity while one hand massaged my cock. I was becoming even more aroused.

He bent over to take my hard cock into his remarkable mouth and my body was in heaven with endorphins created in places not found before. He stood up and turned on the water while reaching for the soap. We took turns lathering and cleaning each other with manly massaging of the flesh. While we were still covered in soap, he turned me to the wall and bent my body over exposing my hole for his body to merge with me. David turned off the water so that the soap could stay on our bodies.

He soaped up and stretched my opening, using first one and then two thick fingers reaching for my prostate in the process. I used both hands to brace my body against the wall in anticipation of his penetration. He soaped up his cock fully and squeezed the head inside. He paused while my body relaxed more to accept all that there was to give. As he pushed in further, I took deeper breaths to soften the ass muscles. I was amazed when I felt his balls pressing against my ass. David was taking my body fully.

He slowly thrust back and forth creating more soapy lather that lubricated my hole. I wished that I could have watched his shaft gliding in and out using my smooth ass to stimulate his thick cock. My body was in such ecstasy with my hole fully accepting all of his manhood. He held onto my shoulders with both of his strong hands and increased the force of the thrusts. His cock seemed to get both bigger and harder and a rush of pain came over me while his cum merged with the soap inside my body. He growled animalistically as his orgasm filled me.

My body felt weak and my legs could no longer support me. I had to release his cock and stand up straight. I turned and crashed into his soapy chest and held onto him while our breathing returned to normal. “That was amazing,” I declared happily. ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked with concern. “Only a little,” I replied with honesty. I turned on the water and we let the shower remove the evidence of our wild commingling.

We dried off and headed to the large bed. I lay down fully to regain my strength while David took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I can’t stay,” he sheepishly declared while not looking at me. “I wish you could. I love when you hold me in your big arms.” As he started to reclaim his clothes, he said, “I’m sorry, but I still have work to finish but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to see you again.” David was fully clothed and standing at the door when he blew me a kiss saying, “See you again.”

I had experienced this type of sex and farewell before with married men and for the first time I wondered about David’s status. Perhaps his erratic work schedule was even more complicated by a partner. I was certain that he was having sex with people other than me just as I was having sex with people other than he. I never asked questions about his personal life but accepted early on that he would be a very fulfilling sexual partner without capacity for anything beyond a casual friendship. My new thinking would likely have no effect on our behaviors.

In November, I had more work in New York and planned another overnight at the same hotel. I hoped for a repeat performance of our shower duo or something new. I was disappointed when David was unable to accept that opportunity.

We continued to email and I learned that David got the position in Rochester. It was unclear if he would move there permanently. He was so attached to New York City for all that was important to him, perhaps including a partner. We stayed in touch but never saw each other again after that very hot night in the hotel. Great memories of our sexual escapades and the remarkable joy that he brought to my body hold cherished positions in my mind.

Barbara in New Jersey

My house at the New Jersey shore was flooded by the great hurricane Sandy of 2012. Highlands had seven feet of water when the tide came in which was enough to flood almost every one of the thirteen hundred buildings in town. My house was elevated about four feet from the ground which was enough to protect me from hurricane flooding the year before. With Sandy, there were twenty eight inches of water that filled the first floor of the house and caused more than one hundred thousand dollars of damage. Fortunately, I had good insurance and a law degree which resulted in an equitable payout from my insurance company. It took a year and a half to renovate and then elevate the house another five feet. During that time, I was fortunate to have friends who took me in and loaned me their homes when they were away. I made good decisions when making the renovations and my house was improved for the effort. My friends declared that the hurricane had been a blessing. I did my best to see it that way as well but there was a definite reduction in my sexual life during that period.

When all was done and I was fully moved back into the house, I decided to post an ad in Craigslist offering a free massage for a woman. There were three women who responded and came for massage. Two of them resulted in memorable stories.

Barbara was a mid-fifties divorcee living alone at the Jersey shore in a high rise building so she had not been impacted much by the hurricane beyond the lengthy power outage. She was very straightforward in her request using elevated vocabulary and I sensed that she was a professional of some type. She wanted a 9 AM appointment and I coaxed her into coming at 10 AM to give me time to turn into a person. Many a year I awoke to the alarm at 4:30 AM for work and I didn’t have to do that anymore, so I took all of the clocks out of the bedroom. I woke up when I was done sleeping and that was that.

We made a plan for the next day and I was looking forward to having some female company even if it didn’t become sexual. When Barbara arrived at the door, I was very pleased to see a beautiful athletic woman with long blond hair secured in a bun. She had some mid-level additional weight but she carried it well. She also had a very open smile, but there was a business side that I sensed behind that smile. We talked about the massage and I encouraged her to be totally naked so that nothing distracted my hands as I moved her energy. She preferred to be draped and I agreed so as to help her feel comfortable. I wore just light shorts.

I led Barbara to the massage room and left her alone to get ready. She called for me when she was prepared and I returned to the room. The draped towel covered about half of her body revealing muscular shoulders. I began the massage the usual way with my hands connecting to her chi at the lumbar region. I could feel that there was some deep passion in her as well as inner conflicts. When I was mostly finished with the back and shoulders, I asked if she were a swimmer because of the developed muscles. Barbara informed me that she had done mixed martial arts.

Both of my children had earned black belts in Tai Kwan Do before they were out of high school and I had a good understanding of the capabilities of people who have those skills. Now I readily understood how this woman could be brave enough to be naked in my house. If I did something she didn’t like, she could kick or punch teeth from my head. I decided then that this would be a strictly therapeutic massage.

When I asked Barbara to turn over, she didn’t cover the chest area, exposing lovely breasts which I determined were store bought. I commented on how nice looking they were and she replied, “It was my present to myself after birthing three children.” Looked like a great present to me!

We continued the massage for the hour and I sensed that Barbara had really enjoyed the experience, fully relaxing onto the table. She also seemed invigorated which was not uncommon when I released bound up energy that was now able to be used. She thanked me and departed and I figured that I wouldn’t see her again.

Late afternoon on that same day, I received an email from Barbara expressing gratitude for the good massage. She wondered though why I didn’t make any move to “cross the line.”  This was a surprising email and I was excited by the prospect of doing more with this athletic woman. I replied that it was my basic policy not to do anything beyond therapeutic massage in the first session (which wasn’t exactly true, but certainly true if you had a black belt!)  Barbara asked about making another appointment and paying for the massage. She also wanted it to be ninety minutes.

My smile widened at the prospect of sex and money from such a lovely woman and I thanked my stars for the gift! Barbara made an appointment for three days later but now that she was paying, I had to accept the 9 AM timeframe upon which she insisted. I knew I would need to set the alarm on my phone for that morning to make sure that I was fully prepared for whatever would come.

For this session, I escorted Barbara to the massage room to get herself ready and use the draped towel. I was surprised when I arrived in the room and discovered a completely naked woman on the table. “You were right, the draping’s just stupid and gets in the way. I’ll never need that again. Thank you for helping me realize it.” I was happy to see that she had developed a new attitude already.

The massage itself was much like the first session for an hour. By this point Barbara was face up with all of her sexual parts readily available to me. I had never played with breast implants before and so I asked about her sensations. She declared that it was much as before with good nerve ending reactions, but now she felt sexier with the beautifully formed C cups. I was more than happy to put my wet lips on the nipples to suck and nibble on them while one of my hands gently graced her inner thighs. My own arousal happened easily.

I felt some moisture beginning to flow from the pussy and I pressed my hand flat against the space to gain some of that moisture on my hand. Barbara spread her legs wider for me and I split the labia to expose the already swollen clit. I sensed that she was a romantic at heart and so I refrained from any strong or aggressive actions, staying in the tender zone to generate affection and perhaps a sense of a boyfriend or a date.

I moved my head down to her pussy and gently licked the clit while a middle finger stimulated the sensitive opening of the pussy. Barbara was moaning and massaging her breasts freely. I applied more pressure with my lips on the pubic bone as I pushed my middle finger inside. I discovered that she had two G spots. One on either side of the pussy, back and upward against the pubic bone. When I gently massaged the one, she squeezed her legs together and orgasmed. I knew that the strong leg muscles would come together for that moment and I prepared my hand for the pressure.

Before she had much time to recover, I discovered the second spot and seriously worked that area while I breathed hot air onto the clit, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. The second orgasm came with lots of heavy breathing and arching of her back. She exhaled deeply, relaxing her body back onto the table.

I let her adjust for a minute before inserting two thick fingers into the orgasmic pussy to give her a sense of fullness. I began to thrust in and out simulating a cock in fucking mode. I simultaneously returned my hot wet mouth to the nipples that were hard and reaching for the ceiling. I sensed that the thrusting movement was intensely stimulating, so I didn’t let up but just continued until I felt her pussy squeeze hard against my hand thereby assisting a third release.

It seemed that Barbara was ready to be done and I slowly let my hand withdraw like a spent cock. She pushed out another huge exhale saying, “Thank you.”  At no time did she touch me or reach for my cock. I accepted that this would be a pleasant servicing of a hot woman, but not any penetration from me. I was happy and didn’t need that experience to feel that I was having a great sexual experience. I gained delightful satisfaction and pleasure from discovering what made her orgasm.

I did some cranial work and Reiki to get her mind to relax as much as her body. I balanced the energy and removed “stuff” from the brain, like defragging the hard drive on a computer. Barbara remained on the table for a few minutes after I finished. I sensed that she was enjoying the space where I had taken her body and mind and was reluctant to leave that locale.

She arose energetically and with purpose declaring, “That was great. Plan on seeing me every couple of weeks at this same time.” I was happy to accept the proposal as she redressed herself for the outside world. I knew that she was a woman of economic comfort and had likely had regular massages for years.

We continued this pattern of bi-monthly sessions and I came to learn more about her. Barbara was currently dating two men who were about my age. One was in New Jersey and the other in Connecticut. Neither knew of the other, but both were able to provide her with entertainment on weekends. She frequently played golf and I helped relax those well-developed shoulders so that her game improved.

At no time did Barbara ever touch me other than hugs and friendly kisses at the door. Our sessions remained in the status of me serving her needs and desires which was fine. I discovered various ways of making her orgasm and those were pleasant times for both of us. She always departed relaxed and rejuvenated.

About four months into our sessions, Barbara sent an email declaring that she was taking a “sexual hiatus.”  I wrote back that I understood what she meant, but couldn’t envision ever taking that step myself. I asked about the reason and she informed me that she wanted sex to be meaningful and only wanted to engage sexually when she was in love. I sensed that she had finally determined which of the two men would be her love.

She continued the sessions for another couple of months without any sexual activity just as we had begun our time together. It was now coming on to Winter and she was going to be in Florida so that golf could be a regular activity and not be affected by the weather. She bid me a pleasant farewell and thanks during our last session. I wished good fortune with her man and golf life. I couldn’t tell which was more important. I knew that I would miss that beautiful body and exploring sexuality with her.

Alicia in New Jersey

The other entertaining woman who responded to my Craigslist posting for a free massage was completely different and even more entertaining than Barbara. Alicia responded to the posting with interest and described herself as an early forties Italian married woman. I would come to learn that she was the complete New Jersey soccer mom with the white SUV that could hold many children and all of their sports equipment. Like Barbara, Alicia wanted a 9 AM appointment. As a soccer mom, that made total sense so that she could put the kids in school and come for a massage instead of going to yoga or shopping. I agreed.

We made a plan for an early weekday and I set my alarm on my phone so that I would be awake and energized to provide a good massage. When I opened the door to let Alicia into my elevated house, I was amazed to see a very beautiful size six Italian with long black hair. I had always been very attracted to this type of woman and married one when I was only twenty years old. I found Mediterranean skin to be particularly appealing. It was like going back in time and I was immediately attracted to Alicia.

We sat in the living room and went over the massage until I sensed that she was comfortable with me. We agreed to go upstairs to the massage room and I accepted that she would keep on her black panties. I gave her privacy in the room and waited until Alicia alert me that she was ready.

When I entered the massage room, it was almost as though I were looking at the naked backside of my ex-wife in her younger days. I had to focus my energies to be with Alicia and not enjoy memories from decades ago. I deeply exhaled my thoughts and concerns as I placed my hands flat at the small of Alicia’s smooth tanned back. I hoped that she wasn’t able to read my mind. Fortunately, her skin didn’t remind me of my ex-wife and I did massage with my eyes closed, which allowed me to center my focus on the sexy woman on my table.

Alicia had some shoulder tightness which I was able to address, but it was her buttocks where the true problems were. I couldn’t determine what was wrong but she was carrying herself somewhat lopsided based upon the muscle placement. I loosened them and I heard Alicia softly humming from the pleasure she was receiving. I enjoyed massaging those cheeks and gave them more attention than usual. Her legs were smooth and slender allowing my hands to easily massage the inner thighs without being sexual. She had very petite feet and I was finding myself aroused. It took energy to refocus my attention to her needs.

When I asked Alicia to turn over, she said, “I’m so embarrassed.” “Why,” I asked sincerely. “I’m so wet,” she responded as she put a finger to her moist lips but I knew which lips were very wet. “Not to worry,” I declared as I helped adjust her long hair so that it wouldn’t be in the way during the massage. The hair was soft and lustrous creating lust in my mind. Her breasts were natural C cups and beautifully formed. She must have maintained them so well through yoga.

I continued to provide a sensual therapeutic massage which included time on the breasts but not sexually. She involuntarily moaned while I massaged her inner legs. When I finished the Reiki application, I said, “That completes the therapeutic part of the massage. If you’d like to do some more sensual massage we can continue.” “I love the way your hands make me feel. Can we do more?” I readily agreed and adjusted the nature of my touch to be more sexual.

I began by massaging both breasts while I stood above her head with my bulge brushing against that sexy hair. I twisted the nipples lightly and she responded by arching her back and pushing toward my body. I was still wearing shorts and she was still in little black panties. I moved to the side of the table so that one hand could be on her torso while the other was gracing smooth inner thighs. I slipped my left hand under her panties and lightly massaged her pubic area before I pushed down further and spread my hand flat against a very wet pussy. She inhaled as I did so and her hand brushed against the hard cock contained by my shorts. “Oh,” she declared with interest. I pulled away and used both hands to gently remove her panties exposing a pubic hair landing strip which was neatly trimmed and very appealing.

I placed my right hand on her pussy and my left on the right nipple. “You are very wet,” I agreed with pleasure. “You make me feel so good,” she responded. “It’ll get better.” I split her labia to rub a thick finger around the opening. With arched back she pushed her pussy down onto my finger so that it became inserted. Alicia was very hot to play. I located one of the G spots and massaged it gently. She squeezed her pussy tightly around my finger and pushed against my hand while I tweeked a nipple. I leaned over and put that nipple into my eager mouth. She held my head in place and I applied more pressure to the G spot while nibbling on the delicious nipple. I was fully aroused and her hand grasped my hard cock through the shorts as she shuddered through the first orgasm.

I slowly slipped my hand out of her happy pussy and removed the shorts so that she could see my fully erect seven inch cock. “Very nice,” she smiled while moving onto her side to take my cock in hand. She pulled me up to her mouth and slipped sexy red lips around the head. “Mmmmmm,” she said with her mouth full. I returned my hand to her pussy, but played with the clit this time. She began aggressively sucking my dick and I was very stimulated. I sensed that she was increasingly aroused from sucking on me. “God that feels so good,” I declared as I stroked her beautiful hair. I returned the pleasure by massaging her clit with some pressure and kept at it until she squeezed her legs tightly against my hand and came to another climax. She had to take my cock out of her mouth to breathe. She exhaled deeply and lay back flat on the massage table to recover.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked directly with big expressive eyes. I was happy to hear those words and had some condoms nearby in a small table drawer. I put one on and came back to the massage table. I directed Alicia to stay on her back and swing to the side of the table where I could support her legs on my shoulders. This put her pussy at a perfect level for penetration. Even though she was very wet and open, I took my time to stimulate the opening with the hard head of my cock. “I want you in me,” she decreed and I ended my teasing. I pushed in just half way and waited to see the response. “Yes. Give it to me,” she directed firmly and I pushed in until my balls were pressing against the labia. “Oh, you fill me up!” she responded with wide open eyes.

I began slow thrusting and she said, “Oh yes, fuck me.”  I sped up the thrusting but I knew that I wouldn’t last long at that speed, so I returned to slower thrusts while twisting her nipples. The sound and feeling of my balls slapping against that smooth ass were too much and I orgasmed into the prophylactic. She tightened her legs and pussy as I came but she didn’t make a simultaneous orgasm. I exhaled deeply and laughed from the happy release she had provided. This was way beyond anything I had imagined.

As my cock softened, she pushed me out the rest of the way. I dropped to my knees so that her pussy was now in my face. I knew that she had another orgasm waiting and I wanted to help her get there. “Well, that’s a surprise,” she declared with happiness and expectation in her voice. I pushed my tongue inside her and gave a few thrusts before I moved to the clit. Her legs tightened around my neck and heels dug into my back but I persisted in licking and sucking on that clit until she came all over my face. “Wow!” she expressed loudly as she orgasmed. What an amazing session we were having!

Alicia declared that she had to leave in case something came up with the children and I readily understood. She took a quick shower and returned to her “yoga” clothes which wouldn’t need to go in the laundry today, although she might have done that anyway to make sure that her story was believable. She thanked me and said, ‘I’ll be in touch when I can get free again.” I was very pleased to hear those words and knew that I would be looking forward to the next visit with anticipation. Even though there was a significant difference in our ages, we were well matched sexually and I knew that she wanted to explore more. Life was great!

Alicia in New Jersey 2

A week later I received an email from Alicia. She had been doing some online shopping and came across a picture that brought me to mind. She included a photo attachment and when I opened it, I burst out laughing. The picture was a beautifully shaped female model wearing small black panties. The words “Yes Daddy?” were written in pink across the lovely ass. Alicia informed me that she really wanted to come to me but it was a busy time with the children.

Another week passed and Alicia sent a lovely picture of her in a black evening gown displaying attractive decolletage. I was stimulated seeing her in that sexy picture with that long flowing black hair. I wanted to be with her naked body again. Finally, she sent an email asking if I were available the next morning. An opening had become available in her hectic schedule. I let her know right away that I would be most happy to have her back on my massage table.

Alicia arrived promptly at the scheduled time and came in my door with a big smile. She hugged me warmly and cradled her head into my chest saying, “I’m so glad you were free.”  I declared that I would always do my best to be available when she was ready. We went upstairs and she got completely naked right away. With a sense of purpose, she hopped onto the massage table while I took off my shirt, but kept on the usual light shorts. I had discovered that if I got naked, I didn’t provide as good of a massage. Likely, that was because I had to devote energy to worrying about where my dick was dangling.

The massage was much the same as the first experience but this time we both knew how it would come to fruition. “Your hands just make me feel so good,” she offered more than once. I didn’t rush through the massage to get to sex, but there was more intimacy in the process this time. I knew that Alicia wanted me to be aroused by her which would in turn arouse her. I breathed on the back of her neck and sniffed that lovely hair. I placed her hand on my hard thigh as I massaged the fingers, allowing them to grace the bulge in my shorts. I kissed the tips of the toes as I massaged her feet and I kissed that sexy bare ass because I couldn’t resist. Alicia was so lovely and attractive, likely the most beautiful woman I had ever been with. She was also the woman who had the greatest age difference with me and I was flattered that she wanted to be physical with me.

When I asked Alicia to turn over, as I settled her long hair in place, I kissed her paternalistically on the forehead. She responded with a soft moan of acceptance. We never kissed lips to lips and I understood that limitation without any hesitation. She was allowed restrictions which were all unstated, but sensed clearly by me.

I had discovered in our first session how much she enjoyed receiving oral attention and I didn’t hesitate to go there early this time. While I was massaging the silky legs, I leaned over and blew hot breath onto the labia. She spread her legs wider to give me better access. Alicia was already very moist between her legs but I used my tongue and saliva to increase the wetness. As I kissed the clit softly, I tucked a finger up under the labia to play with the opening. Her legs spread even wider and a wet pussy opened sweetly for my finger to penetrate. I rotated the finger to expand the opening so that I could slip in a second finger and then a third to really give her a sense of fullness. I continued to lick and suck on the clit as my three fingers thrust firmly into that soft accepting pussy. I vibrated my lips against her pubic bone which simulated a vibrator and Alicia squeezed my fingers hard as she came on them.

She exhaled a huge amount of air, but I didn’t let her relax. I returned to those same successful movements, but then pulled out one finger so that I could reach back around and massage the G spot with two fingers. My gentle pressure became stronger and more intense as I continued to suck hard on the clit to give pleasure to her hot young yoga body. Alicia leaned upon her elbows so that she could watch me sexually stimulating her and the visual provided images for masturbating later. I loved knowing that she masturbated while thinking about me and the things that I would do to her.

She bore her pussy down on my fingers and squeezed out another orgasm. Alicia barely exhaled before saying, “I want you to fuck me from behind.”  This was my favorite position, so she didn’t need to tell me twice. I put on a condom and directed her to the end of the table. I knew that Alicia’s flexible yoga body would do what I wanted. I asked her to kneel on the table with her ass projecting toward me on the end. The table would support her and my cock could easily reach its target. She understood me perfectly and got into exactly the position I envisioned. Her pussy was spread wide open for penetration and I didn’t hesitate to slide my cock in all the way on the first thrust. I had learned from our first session that she was highly capable.

I heard her gulp as she felt the invasion of foreign flesh, but she said the words that had been in her mind for weeks, unspoken until then. “Oh yes, fuck me Daddy!”  I was sure that she had anxiety about how I would take those words but I was old enough to be her father and I accepted them as one of her fantasy desires that needed to be fulfilled. It was my first time hearing those words from a female. Her pussy wanted to be filled with my Daddy cock and I was happy to oblige this sexy young Italian.

I became more assertive after those words came forth and I pushed her head down onto the table to show who was in control. I would take my pleasure from my sexy Alicia and she would be compliant. We both accepted these roles in this position and I knew that she would make me orgasm. Her smooth tanned ass was so beautiful and the hot pussy so welcoming. I cut back my hard thrusts and moved to long even strokes that took my shaft all the way out and then plunged back into the dark wetness.

“Rub your clit while your Daddy fucks you,” I directed and she immediately slipped her hand down between her legs to play with that special place. I hoped that she would cum on my cock while I was sliding in and out and my hope was well founded. She couldn’t squeeze her legs because they were spread for me, but her pussy squeezed hard on my throbbing dick while she orgasmed. I loved fucking her freshly orgasmed pussy and I returned to my vigorous thrusting.

While I was penetrating her, I used my thumb to massage the anal opening and I could tell that she was receptive to the idea. I dropped some saliva onto the hole I wasn’t fucking and played with that exit that wanted to be an entry. She pressed back against my thumb wanting me to gently penetrate two places. I did so slowly and I heard her moan from having another fantasy met. In the next session I would teach her how to take more than a finger in that hole.

“Cum inside me Daddy. I want to feel you cum,” Alicia moaned and I couldn’t deny my sexy girl what she wanted. I returned to thrusting with vigor and I burst a huge load into that eager pussy. We had consummated our carnal lust and fleshly desires. I leaned forward while my cock was still hard so that I could stay inside. I breathed heavily on her sexy neck and said, “You are my hot fucking girl.” She squeezed my dick and giggled in response. I gently bit her neck so that I wouldn’t leave a spot. Both of us were pleased and happy.

I slowly pulled my cock with condom from the soaking pussy, before kissing her there and then on the asshole with my pussy juice mouth. She pushed her butt cheeks against my face and I knew that she was thinking just as I was. I would lick her sexy ass the next time we played.

“I want to clean up,” she declared while gingerly hopping from the table and heading to the bathroom. I didn’t join her but put my shorts back on and sat on the sofa to relax and enjoy the images in my mind of what had just occurred. Alicia was amazing and it’s a good thing that she was married or I was certain I would have fallen in love with her.

Alicia returned from the bathroom about five minutes later and was stunningly beautiful in her naked tanned flesh. “Don’t you have another condom?” she asked directly. My mind did a one eighty turn because I thought that we were finished for the day. “Of course, I do,” I responded directly. It’s a good thing I had taken some Viagra so as to keep up with this youngster.

Alicia came over to the sofa and knelt down between my legs. She released my flaccid, used cock from the shorts and tucked me into her sweet hot mouth. I rubbed my hands through that sexy hair and immediately responded to the stimulation. Her long hair graced my balls and brought me to new heights. She was so attractive and remarkably sexual.

I reached over to the side table and pulled a condom from the drawer. She slipped off my shorts while I placed the condom on the stiff member. I thought that she would bend over for me again, but instead she did a reverse cowgirl. She turned her back to me and lowered that wet pussy onto hard cock. She dropped down fully into my lap and leaned back so that black sexy hair covered my face while my hard shaft filled her eager pussy. I smelled the lavender in the hair and pushed my thick cock deeper inside.

She bounced up and down on my firm dick and swung her hair like a wild woman. I knew that I wouldn’t have another orgasm but could still enjoy great pleasure. I massaged her voluptuous breasts from behind and pinched the erect nipples as she took my cock to deep stimulation. Alicia laughed openly as she gayly orgasmed onto my dick more than once. She played with the clit and allowed herself to be freely sexual. She provided hot visuals that were burned permanently into my mind.

Eventually, my aging cock gave out and she leaned back onto my body with hair sticking to me while she gave herself one last great, loud orgasm that squeezed my dick out. “Oh Daddy!” she exhaled with a soft voice, which caused us both to laugh. Our sweat was blending and I knew that I would need a shower soon too.

Alicia rose slowly from my worn body and stretched her back while bundling up the lovely hair for the shower. When she returned refreshed and new with that recently fucked look upon her bright smile, I said, “Thank you my sexy girl.” She coyly acted demure and began to put clothes back on. I hurried into the shower so that I could see her to the door. As it turned out that was a very wise decision.

“That was a wonderful massage,” she declared at my front door as she hugged me sensually and nuzzled into my chest. What a sweet girl she was! When Alicia opened the door, she immediately closed it. “There’s a cop car across the street,” she anxiously informed me. I took a look and noted the same vehicle but without anxiety. “He’s there because of the road construction nearby. Normal for this town. You’re fine,” I said soothingly. She decided to sit on the sofa and wait. “I don’t want to be seen,” she admitted. “When you walk to your car, just give him a nice smile and he’ll be happy for the rest of the day,” I encouraged her. That seemed to help her buckle up courage and she departed. I didn’t sense at the time how much she would be affected by that experience.

We were now moving into the Summer and the children would be home from school which would make visits impossible. Alicia continued to write emails and as she got hornier, she began to send naked pictures. She enjoyed sending pictures of her pussy showing a finger playing with the clit. “Thinking of you…” she would add. She asked if there were any other Daddies who might like to join us. She had been fantasizing about two cocks for her pleasure. Alicia also expressed how much she enjoyed my playing with her ass and she was eager for me to do more in that area. She really wanted to be the perfect naughty girl.

When I travelled for work, I would send pictures of the large hotel bed or the balcony where I envisioned fucking her from behind, filling that darker hole. None of our emails were lengthy, but all were provocative in nature. She made me feel younger and more vibrant.

When the Fall arrived, Alicia received an injury to the hip which became serious and eventually required surgery with nine months of recovery time. She couldn’t visit during that time and risk any problems with her hip. That took us to the next Summer. We continued to write at least once a month as we still do, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the pleasure of her sweet naked body again. When I do think of her, there’s an expansion in my loins.

James and Beth in New Jersey

James found me on a website where I had identified my professional level massage skills. I also openly declared myself as bisexual on this site. He wrote to me and asked if I were willing to give his girlfriend a massage in a hotel. I had done this before and often used this as a way to meet my need for sex with a woman without the entanglement of a potential relationship. I had learned long ago that women usually needed some kind of personal connection to have sex, while men just need a dark wet hole which might be a watermelon warm from the field.

I accepted his idea and he was pleased to get my response. James suggested that we meet at a bar in his area which was about forty minutes from my house. I accepted the suggestion as he was the one creating the scenario that would unfold in due time. I learned that he and his girlfriend were both in the field of education and so a late afternoon interlude could happen after work. I didn’t know at the time that both of them were married to other people. They were in their middle forties and average shape.

James provided me with a location and time and I made sure that I was there at least twenty minutes beforehand just in case I was wrong about where it was. It turned out to be a bar/restaurant attached to a standard middle level hotel chain. No one would be embarrassed to be in either the food venue or the hotel.

I didn’t have a picture of James but just a description of a middle 40s male with brown hair and a bit taller than six feet. He declared that he had an average build and a bigger than average endowment. He was my kind of man, but this was about the female. I had to stay focused. He had selected “straight” as his sexual identification on the website but that was often the case with bisexual men who weren’t ready to be open. My radar couldn’t determine anything, so I believed him to be what he declared.

No one was in the bar when I arrived, so I chose to sit in an adjoining area of the hotel lobby where I could observe patrons enter the bar area. James arrived pretty much on time and I could tell that it was he since he was looking for someone he expected to be there. I had provided a very clear facial picture and body description of myself so that he knew precisely who he would be meeting. James had a full auburn beard and dark brown hair with a tweed sport coat that told you he was a teacher of History or English most likely in a middle school. He was over six feet tall and had a good build.

There was a smile of recognition between us as we accepted the non-chance meeting of strangers. Beth would not be arriving for thirty minutes so that he could verify that I wasn’t a serial killer or worse. We took contiguous seats at the bar like collegial males after a day at work. The attractive female bartender provided welcoming smiles to both of her handsome male customers. She might have envisioned a threesome as well but it was strictly business for her and how she could generate a bigger tip.

I learned from James that his girlfriend didn’t exactly know that he was planning a threesome and so I was supposed to be just some chance guy he had met at the bar while waiting for her before one of their usual trysts. I was happy to go along with this as long as it led to me being naked with the two of them in their hotel room. I sensed that the room was already booked and paid for. I later learned that they had been meeting like this for nine years and I was not their first threesome.

We had a pleasant conversation while we waited for Beth. It wasn’t long before James determined that I was a good fit for their hot afternoon threesome and he relaxed. He was still very concerned that she not sense that this was preplanned and I assured him that I could be truthful and deceitful at the same time through very selective word choice. He seemed reassured and relaxed into his beer a little more. Perhaps there was an earlier experience with a third man that had gone badly when Beth determined that there was a set up.  I didn’t ask.

When Beth arrived, she was still in her professional educator outfit which was proper for the head administrator at a private school. Beth was about 5’7” and a size fourteen with D cups and dark brown hair that was trimmed closely around her face and neck. She had a pleasant smile and a friendly demeanor.

We men made a seat between us where Beth enjoyed sitting with two attractive men who were providing full attention. She ordered a drink and our conversation began. First it was about work topics between them, but James turned the subject to me by informing Beth about my Reiki skills. She was very interested in learning about how that worked and I provided a demonstration of how my hands got very warm by placing them on her bare left forearm after asking if it were OK to do so. She was impressed with the warmth flowing from my hands and was curious about knowing more. I informed her that it could be done through clothing, but that the effect of the warmth was more intense when it was flesh to flesh. She smiled and made good eye contact throughout our conversation at the bar. I could tell that she was sensing this might feel really good in better places than a forearm. I offered to provide a free session and she declared that they were going up to a room soon and would I like to join them. The game was on.

I readily affirmed and declared that I had time. Beth instructed James to bring in their respective bags and get the room ready. Beth and I were left alone at the bar and I paid for the drinks. She seemed like the adventurous type and soon I was following her to the room after James texted the number.

Beth understood that she was to be as naked as possible and be prone on the end of the bed. I retreated to the bathroom to provide privacy for changing out of as many clothing items as possible. Beth called when she was ready. James had dimmed the lights and put on some soft jazz music to complete the scene. He was in just his solid color, boxer shorts sitting in a nearby chair. These were not first timers at this type of event. Beth was truly a white girl with very pale skin and I saw that James had tan lines. Two different mindsets about what was attractive and what was good exposure to the sun.

Beth was comfortably prone upon the bed with everything removed but some pleasant pink lace panties that were attractive on her bigger than average derriere. I had brought massage oil and hand towel and set myself to provide her with a truly professional level massage which would include the Reiki experience.

I placed both hands flat along the small of her back to connect with the chi. This would assure Beth that all would be benign and in harmony with her own energy. She was attractive in this vulnerable position with pale, smooth skin contrasting with my tanned hands. I understood that she was confident in James to protect her from any harm, so she just relaxed.

Beth made many verbal signals of pleasure as my hands stimulated dermal cells in a sensual but not necessarily erotic fashion. Her muscles and mind relaxed in equal portions as the massage progressed. After forty minutes of a pleasant massage, I asked Beth to turn face up. Now her large breasts would be exposed, but she was totally comfortable with me and readily acquiesced to my request. I may have noted a darker pink spot on the underwear near her pussy.

James was lightly stroking himself and I glanced briefly at his nice appendage. I gave him limited attention since my focus was on Beth and I always did massage with my eyes closed so that my hands could better sense what was going on with the recipient.

After another twenty minutes, I declared to Beth that the therapeutic aspect of the massage was completed but that there were sensual elements that I had not begun, if she would like. She readily assented and smiled as my hands returned to her mostly naked body which was now in a very relaxed and receptive state.

James noted the change in atmosphere as I confidently began to provide sexual pleasure. My hands wandered beneath the pink lacy underwear and found a small patch of pubic hair that had been preserved. Was this for herself or for James? Nonetheless, I felt the muscles tense a bit and her breathing quicken as my touch moved from sensual to erotic. Her body affirmed the moisture that I thought I had observed under those pink panties.

Beth didn’t complain when I started to remove the pink panties so that they would not get any wetter and could be used again. Perhaps she appreciated my sense that they would be needed again for departure. Now her landing strip was fully visible and James came over to the bed to be supportive, providing sensual kisses that would be off limits for me. I would respect their unspoken boundaries.

I maneuvered myself so that my right hand was able make good use of the readily flowing juices coming from Beth. James continued to be very supportive in a caring and loving way of a man who has been with a woman for a long time. She seemed to be a very independent woman who appreciated a strong man who could play the supportive/protective role so that she could allow herself an afternoon of abandon and pleasure.

My long, strong middle finger had located three very receptive locations within Beth’s vagina. There was one, however, that seemed to produce a more intense response, so I teased that area rather than focus on it so that she could engage with me in wanting me to return to that most special spot. I increased my stimulation of that location and her breathing quickened. It appeared that she was clutching on to James. It was not long thereafter that she let out an almost animalistic release that included a hard clamping down on my digit. Her eyes were wide with passion now and she wanted more.

I had seen that look in women before and it stimulated me to pay even more attention to her response mechanisms to provide an even bigger climax. I continued to stimulate the G spot with my finger while my thumb massaged the clit. Her legs began to tremble and she gave up an even more intense orgasm that I could tell was amazing James who seemed glad that he had brought in an additional resource to stimulate his partner. He trusted the strength of his relationship and wanted his partner to have new levels of pleasure.

James had begun providing oral stimulation to Beth’s clit and I could see that he had good skills in this area. No wonder these two sexy people got it on with each other in a hotel. She had been stroking his long and thick cock so that he was in full display which was a pleasure for me to see. While James continued to provide oral, Beth pushed down hard on his face and squeezed her thighs around his head holding him there while she pressed out another orgasm. What a sexy woman she was!

James saw this as his opportunity to slide his hard member inside Beth’s freshly orgasmed pussy. Her eyes got big with anticipation, even before he put in the tip. She knew that his big cock would fill her and provide something stiff to clamp down upon. Once he had slowly slipped in all the way to the base of his balls, James began long slow thrusts and she began to writhe on the bed without regard for anything but the stimulation of that big cock pumping inside. I could tell that James was close to orgasm, but he pulled out before that happened, wanting to delay the inevitable event. I sensed that Beth was ready for a break as well so the three of us took supine positions on the bed with her in the middle. All three were stimulated and happy that the afternoon was moving along with good compatibility and comfort among us.

After about ten minutes, Beth decided that James had had enough rest and rolled over to give him some of her oral technique. He was happy to respond the way that a forty something does. She recognized a big cock and decided to climb aboard for the hot ride. She straddled his big dick and slipped him fully inside her wet pussy. I was still on my back and could easily see and imagine the pleasure of feeling all of that big cock inside. That stimulated me and I began to stroke myself while she was riding him like a stallion.

Beth noted my stroking and I think that it deepened her breathing knowing that another man was pleasuring himself while watching those sumptuous breasts bounce up and down as she rode her manly stud. His breathing became stronger and louder as his stiff stick was being worked by that hot pussy.

Before I knew it, I felt his hand reach over to test the hardness of my cock. I wasn’t shocked by his touch but he hadn’t given any clue that this might happen. He firmly grasped my dick and worked it as if he were stroking himself while his own hardon was being ridden by his hot sexual partner of nine years. We were totally a threesome now.

Beth became aware of his actions and rather than freaking out said, “Well, that’s interesting.” I think that James took that as permission to continue the path that might have been on his mind since he contacted me, or maybe it was spontaneous.

I was very aroused by the situation and my own breathing increased in depth and frequency. It was as though the three of us were in rhythmic unison of breathing and stimulation and I believed that it was the only time that I had been in a threesome where all three people climaxed at the same instant. We were so connected that as James squirted inside of Beth, she clamped down on his orgasming member to expel her own juices onto that big cock. How could I not squirt my own orgasm into the air to land on my chest and James’ manly arm?  What a perfect storm it was!

It’s a good thing that they were not planning to stay the night, since these sheets were completely used, as were the three of us. The exhales and smiles were in abundance in the hotel room where others may have also had sex but not many as we had done.

Beth enjoyed the relaxation of the moment by leaning forward and resting her head on his solid chest. He released his grip on my member as it relaxed in unison with Beth. Perhaps James’ member was having the same timing as I heard him fully exhale the breath of one who has thought about something but not taken action until now.

Eventually, Beth slid off of James onto the other side so that he was now the man in the middle. Perhaps we were now laid out in sexual order from straight to fully bisexual with James in the middle ground. I didn’t know how long his mind had been in that middle ground, but I knew that he crossed a threshold that day and was not sorry that he had done so. What a brave adventurer he was. I’m sure that his children never knew the truth of the things their father did. Perhaps that was for the best as well.

No words were spoken by any of us at that point as we all came to terms with our individual selves as to what had taken place. Beth was the first to determine that some cleaning was necessary and she chose to depart to the bathroom. Perhaps she sensed that James needed some time alone with me which may have been correct. She knew him for nine years; I knew him for a few hours.

After she departed, I knew that I would need to speak first. “So, was that your first experience?” I boldly asked while knowing the answer to my own question. “Yes,” he responded with some relief at getting out the word that confirmed his crossing of an unspoken taboo. I wondered how he felt about it.

“Thank you,” he continued after a number of exhales that seemed to release old anxieties that needed to come out. Because Beth could return at any second and might also have been listening at the door, I didn’t press any further questions about when he began thinking about another man sexually. I knew that I was not their first threesome, but I was certain that I was the first who declared himself as bisexual up front.

Beth returned from cleansing and said to me, “Can you join us for some dinner downstairs?” This was a clever method for getting us all dressed and avoid discussing what had just taken place. I wasn’t sure about her feelings on the issue of James and my cock, but I sensed that Beth wanted to make sure she was regaining ownership of the man she was trysting for so many years. I was not competing with her and gladly accepted the offer of dinner which might allow time for some other entertaining questions that were buzzing around in my head.

We all cleaned up and I gathered the items that I had brought for the massage knowing that I would not be returning to the room. Beth made sure that I had everything before we departed for the lobby restaurant. She was certain that I wouldn’t be returning to the room today.

We took seats at a big round table with two unused seats. The menu was extensive, as is often the case in these hotel restaurants, but we each chose to have hamburgers. We had three different versions, but all hamburgers. After we ordered, Beth was the first to speak by thanking me for the massage experience. She was impressed at how the Reiki provided so much warmth and helped her to relax after a hard work day. I asked how long they had been meeting and that was when both of them smiled and affirmed that it was nine years. I asked how it had come about and James took the lead in telling the story of hidden lust. They were neighbors and during one of the neighborhood parties James and Beth found themselves upstairs in Beth’s house. Apparently, they had both been having an unspoken attraction to each other and they acted on that chemistry in the guest bedroom. They returned to the neighborhood event with smiles and for everyone else life appeared to go on as normal.

Secret meetings continued until they both decided to tell their spouses. To their surprise, the spouses had sort of guessed what was going on and had decided that it was good for their marriages. According to James and Beth, neither spouse was very sexual and were happy to find that their loved ones had found a way to meet their needs without putting anything at risk. Both couples had school age children and the families, including children, socialized regularly. So much for Ozzie and Harriet!

We parted after dinner and I stayed in contact with James for a short while, but I never received a return invite. I hoped that our interaction hadn’t affected their relationship negatively. I did wonder if James continued to explore his bisexual interest.

I would have liked to have interviewed their spouses to see if this version was accurate. I didn’t wonder about James’ wife not being interested in sex, and perhaps his dick was too big for her. I did consider that Beth’s husband was closeted gay and that this arrangement was a good way for him to have the family he desired without having to pretend any sexual attraction to his wife. Too bad that I couldn’t know the other side of this story.

Maria in Atlantic City

I was doing a couple days of work for a company in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I knew that I would have lots of flexible time for personal activities, so I chose to put a posting on Craigslist offering a free massage for a woman. I provided a lot of information about my massage techniques, including the healing energy of Reiki. Only two women responded and one was most unusual, so I immediately provided a reply.

Maria informed me that she was a mid-forties married woman living about an hour away. She was very interested in getting a massage and was surprisingly open about her interest in a massage that could become sexual. She didn’t know if I did that sort of thing but hoped that I wasn’t offended by the approach.

Far from being offended, I was cheered by the openness and let her know that I was always open to where chemistry drove minds and bodies during a massage. I saw massage as a dance between two energies that could recharge one another with each experience being unique. I was equally surprised when Maria next wrote and informed me that she had difficulty orgasming. Even when she was just by herself, it was difficult and took a lot of time to make one happen. I hadn’t encountered a woman with this problem before and was always fortunate to be with females who were multi-orgasmic and very in touch with their bodies.

We made a plan for an early afternoon when she could be safely away from the family for an extended time without being discovered. I chose to meet her in the lobby of my hotel, so that we could have some conversation there before going to the room. She hadn’t sent me a picture, but I had sent a couple including a face photo. I made certain that I was in the lobby well before our scheduled time. As Maria entered, she readily recognized me and provided a pleasant smile of recognition. She took a seat next to me and thanked me for seeing her. She was very conservatively dressed and had a full head of light brown permed hair. I estimated that she was a short size fourteen.

I asked if she had had any Reiki before and Maria declared that she had looked it up on the Internet, but hadn’t had any personal experience. I explained how my hands would get warm and she would feel that warmth as a comfort, but it would also provide some healing powers. She seemed to be comfortable with me and I didn’t want to make her anxious about time, so I asked if she were ready to go to my room. I sensed her girding loins as she bravely answered in the affirmative.

I welcomed Maria to my room and she asked to use the bathroom to get ready. I pointed the way and she closed the bathroom door. I pulled the shades and set one dim light to warm the room. I used my laptop to play the usual massage music which had a soft Asian quality that created a sense of the exotic. I had explained in an early note to Maria that I liked to have my clients naked and since she was planning something sexual, she might as well be naked from the start. I would wear light shorts and no shirt.

Thus, it was that a naked woman came from the bathroom bravely ready to explore her body with an older man. She had large pendulous breasts with pale white skin and she exuded a sense of determination. Her body type was the very typical short Sicilian female. I wondered how much discovery we would be able to do.

I directed her to lay face down on the towels I had placed on the bed. I asked Maria to just focus on the exhales of her breathing while my hands would help her to relax and be open. As I placed my hands flat at the base of the spine, she gave one great exhale that signaled a willingness to do her part.

I could readily feel the tensions emanating from the buttocks which were large and very firm. It felt as though she had hidden some deep traumas in those muscles so that they would protect her from having to deal with those memories. When I was working on the left shoulder a muscle spasm occurred which shocked her but didn’t hurt. “What was that?” she asked earnestly. “You’ve been hiding things from yourself,” I replied with honesty. “I may find more of those. We shall see.” She put her head back down and returned to resting mode.

I also found a great tightness in the calf muscles which was not surprising given the extra weight that she was carrying. This seemed to be just muscles responding to the needs of the body to thicken themselves for the work required of them. When I asked Maria to turn over, she readily did so and said, “That was really amazing. How do your hands do that?” I declared that part of it was a gift I had and part was training, but there were still mysterious elements that I couldn’t explain myself. “It’s just how it works.”

I didn’t move immediately into sexual mode, now that the erogenous parts were more accessible. I kept the massage therapeutic but sensual and allowed my hands to gently glide over the inner thighs that were held firmly in place. I lightly massaged her breasts, but didn’t stimulate the nipples. I felt Maria begin to relax when I massaged and stretched her neck. “This feels so good,” she offered with a warm smile.

She was ready now to trust me and give her body an opportunity to be more open than she was even with herself. I returned to massaging the hefty legs and gently adjusted the thighs so that her pussy could breathe. It seemed as though she had made it a protected zone for many years. I didn’t know if I would be successful, but I was always an optimist when it came to helping people open and learn about themselves.

I could hear the moisture she was making on the labia as I gently massaged the pubic area with light touches of my fingers. I reached down with a middle finger and lightly pressed on the clit. She responded with surprise but relaxed into a low hum, responding to the gentle touch. I tucked my finger down further and used the moisture to separate the labia. She responded by spreading her legs wider and providing more room for my fingers to maneuver. I distracted Maria by using the other hand to gently twist the left nipple which was reaching out to me. “Oh!” she responded.

I pressed the flat of my hand against her full pussy and applied pressure with Reiki heat to prepare the area for what was to come. She pushed back against my hand and we began to actively work together to find new arousal spots. I knew that she was likely to have more than one special place and I enjoyed the challenge to find them. Although Maria’s mind and body would be unique, she would still have some of the same nerve endings that all women did.

I split the labia apart and felt a large amount of moisture telling me that she was ready to play. I pressed the flat of my hand against the moist pussy but now the labia were spread and the opening was available. She wiggled a bit against my hand to increase her level of engagement. I quickly slipped my middle finger inside the pussy and she opened her mouth wide with surprise. I rotated that finger to expand the opening before I pushed in further hunting for the first G spot. There was a rough patch of flesh up and forward inside her pussy and I massaged it gently to test for a reaction. She returned a low growl and I knew that we were on to something good. I increased both the pressure and the back and forth movement of my finger on that spot until I sensed leg muscles start to tighten.

I backed off that finger pressure and returned to squeezing Maria’s nipple but with more firmness this time. I could tell that she wanted me to focus on the pussy as she pressed against my hand. That was just what I wanted her to do so that she was involved in the process and allowing her body to tell me what to do. I surprised Maria again when I tucked a second finger into the active pussy which allowed me to massage more territory and provide a greater sense of being full. She arched her back and pushed hard against my hand at the same time that I increased the pressure on the G spot with two fingers. Maria surprised herself when she squeezed my fingers and orgasmed with a large exhale.

“Wow!” came the loud exclamation as she fully grasped what had taken place in a short period of sexual play. “Can we do more?” she urged. I was certainly ready and I was of the opinion that we had only just begun. I withdrew my fingers gently from the pussy and returned to massaging her body so that she could relax into the next orgasm without expectation getting in the way.

I placed my warm mouth on the nipple that I had been stimulating and used pussy flavored fingers to squeeze the other nipple. Maria pulled my head into her breasts expressing maternal sexuality. She lifted my head up and kissed me fully and hard on the lips. Most married women reserved that behavior for their husbands but she was demonstrating gratitude for what had taken place and what she hoped would come next.

I returned to massaging the legs which she quickly spread wide for me, so I started by inserting two fingers. She pushed that wet pussy against my fingers to get them more deeply inserted. I reached back around and relocated the G spot which had already been pleasured. I used the same amount of pressure and massage technique as the first time, but now I pressed my lips hard against hers to disrupt control of her breathing. I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy stimulating the outer opening. The thrusting and loss of control stimulated Maria’s mind and body and when I pressed fully on the G spot, she gave out another good orgasm and exhale with legs trembling involuntarily. “Woof,” she gave as the grading of that effort.

Maria knew that she didn’t have to ask me to continue and chose a nonverbal response next. She reached over and stroked my hard cock which was making a tent in the shorts. I leaned over her naked body and placed my head near her pussy. I let Maria absorb the idea of what I was going to do before I placed my wet lips in contact with a wet clit. She had a sweet taste and I used my tongue to flick the clit gently. When she pushed my head down into her crotch with some force, I responded with some harder pressure against that clit. I sucked it and kissed it with increasing intensity while she stroked my hard cock. I felt her legs tensing again and she released my dick. Maria firmly held my head in place while she orgasmed into me with her legs shuddering during the release.

When I straightened up, she leaned over and released my hard shaft from the shorts. She pulled me into her warm mouth and sucked passionately in gratitude for the pleasure that I had helped her discover. She eagerly sucked me and I quickly became aroused from the efforts. She licked the tip of my cock as she worked the shaft until I exploded a full load of cum which she directed to large waiting breasts. I exhaled deeply as she relaxed back onto the bed while massaging cum onto both of her breasts.

“You did very well,” I complimented her for good efforts to make both of us orgasm. “That was amazing! How did you know how to make me orgasm?” she questioned sincerely. “Your body told me what to do. You’re Sicilian and that means that you’re very skilled at hiding the truth,” I ventured. She laughed saying, “Oh yes. We’re good at that.” “Your body doesn’t know how to lie. Your body only knows the truth and that’s what I listened to with my hands.” “You were a very good listener,” she complimented me.

“I need to shower,” she declared as she got up from the bed of orgasms and went into the bathroom. I provided privacy to allow Maria to return to her worldly life that might now include better sexual experiences. In a short time, she emerged from the shower fully clothed and ready to be back in the everyday world but with a fresher look.

“Do you drink?” she asked directly and I responded that I did. “Tell me what you like and don’t tell me something cheap,” she declared firmly. I laughed and provided her with the name of my everyday bourbon but added, “For special, I do enjoy Makers Mark.”  She also requested my home address and I was not about to get into an argument with a determined Sicilian woman. With that information in hand, she said, “Thank you for a great time. You’ll be hearing from me.” She left the room with me still naked on the bed relaxing, amused at the outcome of our adventure.

Two weeks later a large box was delivered to the front door of my house. I hadn’t ordered anything and was curious. When I opened the box, there was a nicely wrapped gift basket which had a fifth of Makers Mark along with chocolates, nuts and crackers. There was a note from Maria thanking me for making a difference. I knew that it was important for her to balance the scale of giving and I was always happy to encourage gratitude. Expressions of gratitude changed the energies around us and led to better experiences and Makers Mark was a fine evening beverage. When I made my first drink from that bottle, I made sure that I raised my glass in gratitude to my benefactress.

Mike and Meghan in New Jersey

I had seen their profile on the website that I used for connecting with male and female couples. If I were fortunate, the male was bisexual and that was the case with Mike and Meghan. There were dozens of erotic photos and videos of the two of them. She was often in a sexy outfit, or part of an outfit with the rest of her naked and exposed to the camera. She was very shapely in all respects and actively engaged in threesomes with two males. That was my kind of woman!

Mike was tall and thick with a dick that was fully appropriate to his dimensions. They were in their early fifties and seemed to have a very active sexual life much as I enjoyed. I reached out to them with a note of introduction mentioning my massage skills with Reiki. I didn’t hear back quickly, but after a few days received a note of interest. Mike informed me that Meghan was not interested in extra sexual activity at that time, but that he would like to meet me.

I always enjoyed the company of a tall man with a good build, so even without the sexy wife, Mike sparked my interest. We began a short correspondence which resulted in setting up a meeting at my New Jersey shore house in the late morning of the next day. Mike identified himself as bisexual and versatile, but was more interested in providing oral service and wanted to be on his knees. It was remarkable that a man who was built like a top, wanted the role reversal of being the bottom.

Mike arrived on time the next day and completely filled up the door frame when he stepped into my house. I welcomed him and he greeted me with a very firm handshake and pleasant smile. I felt like Hercules had arrived at my abode. He walked with strength and assurance that informed me he had either military or police background. He sported a closely cropped military hairstyle as evidence. We each took a seat on opposite ends of the sofa in the living room. The house had mostly open architecture on that floor so it was an expansive space.

“You have an impressive build,” I declared with honesty and admiration. “Well, I’m recently retired from the Marines. That’s a lot of years of working out and staying in shape, which is important to me. I still workout all the time.” I sensed an intelligence and education level that I might not have associated with the Marines, exposing my own biases. “Where did you go to college?” I asked openly. He mentioned the name of a well regarded New York City university and I was amazed to learn that we graduated from the same school, about ten years apart. That led to conversations about the school and its values as well as who were the graduates. His degree was in economics while mine was in theatre. He had a good sense of humor and joked, “Jarhead on the outside. Not on the inside!” 

It was clear that we were comfortable with each other and I invited him to the upstairs bedroom. He readily accepted my invitation and followed me there. By the time we arrived at the room, Mike had already removed his shirt and immediately began undoing his pants. I had envisioned sensually disrobing him but I decided to be pragmatic and quickly removed my shorts and tee shirt. We stood face to face naked before each other, beginning the dance of initial sexual contact. His chest was lightly hairy and well developed which gathered my attention. My hands reached out and massaged his manly pectorals, giving some time to the nipples when I sensed that they would enjoy some attention. He had massive muscled arms and I was aroused feeling the strength of those muscles. That was for sure one of my weaknesses with men.

Mike reached down and began to massage my cock which was responsive to the manipulation. I leaned into him and took one of his nipples into my mouth. There was nothing feminine about this man who exuded total masculinity including a deep voice but he was remarkably sensual for such a strong man. I reached down and took his cock into my hands and was astonished as his member grew to a most impressive very thick eight inches. No wonder his wife wasn’t looking for extra sex with this hot man already in the house. I was very attracted to him and my dick responded accordingly.

Mike dropped to his knees and took a small bottle of poppers from a pocket. He took two deep sniffs of the inhalant before moving his warm wet mouth onto my hard cock. He took me all the way to the back of the throat with the first intake. This was a man who was very experienced at sucking dick and wanted the whole organ. He was very sensual in his sucking and cupped my balls to stiffen the shaft further. Back and forth with deep lunges he seriously worked my cock and got me totally aroused. I was concerned that his impressive skills would make me cum quickly and I pulled back.

I directed Mike to stand and we switched positions. His shaft was so thick that I could only take in four inches before my mouth was completely full. I massaged his balls and relaxed my throat so that I could get six of the eight inside my warm mouth. He held my head in place while gently pushing to get more of that thick dick inside. I was certain that there were many people who had gagged on this massive cock in the past. I wondered about his wife’s oral abilities. “Play with my ass,” he directed while bending himself over the bed exposing a wide manly white ass.

I stood and rubbed my hard cock on the crack of his smooth buttocks and gave him a couple of light smacks using the flat of my hand. Because his skin was so white (Was he Irish American?), red marks showed up quickly and I resisted hitting him harder. I never liked to leave marks on married men. I applied some saliva to the opening and rubbed it with my middle finger. I could tell that he was tight but I was able to slip a finger inside. I reached under with the other hand and stroked his huge dick while my finger thrust inside. This was definitely getting him aroused all the way. “Yes, give it to me,” he urged. I continued sexually massaging him until he was getting close to orgasm.

“I want to suck you,” he declared returning to his kneeling position and taking another hit of poppers. Mike opened his mouth wide and I pushed my cock to the back of the throat. I held his big head in my hands as I thrust in and out deeply. He moaned as he stroked his dick while taking mine. He tightened his lips and I felt my orgasm mounting. I growled as cum spurt into his mouth and I exhaled fully. He swallowed all of what I delivered and kept his mouth on my cock in case there was more. “Wow,” I declared in appreciation of a man with such tremendous oral skills.

We switched positions and I did my best to relax and take all of his cock into my mouth. I did better than the first round but I sensed that he would not orgasm from my efforts. He pulled out his huge dick and smacked it on my face. Mike stroked himself earnestly and soon enormous amounts of cum were gushing onto my face. I kept my eyes closed for safety, but could readily feel his warm juices covering my face. He made a growl of satisfaction much as I had. I was happy to discover more similarities between us.

Mike reached for a nearby towel to help clean up my face. I was grateful for this gesture since I was reluctant to open my eyes with my face drenched in cum. “That was fun,” he declared heading for his pile of clothes on the floor. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, while he got fully dressed. I was amazed to see that Mike looked just as he had when he entered my house, except for the slightly wider smile. “We should do this again,” he directed with shining eyes and I readily agreed with his sentiment. We hugged like manly buddies even though I was still naked. I quickly put on my clothes and escorted him to the door anticipating a new friendship with a remarkable man, unlike any I had met before.

Mike and Meghan in New Jersey 2

Over the next week Mike sent many short emails. “I want to be your slut.” “I want you to fuck me deep with your big cock.” “I want you to whore me out to other daddies.” “I want you to own my ass.” Clearly, I had struck a deep chord with Mike, even without fucking him. Perhaps the fact that I hadn’t fucked him made him want me more.

About ten days later, our schedules allowed another late morning meeting at my house. I made certain that I popped a Viagra that morning to assure that I could give Mike the fucking that he desired. I also decided to massage this attractive man before sex so that I could relax his body and begin to open his hole for penetration. I would also enjoy feeling all of his muscles.

Mike arrived on time with a big smile and a warm friendly hug in the doorway. His energy, along with that muscled body, was very attractive. When I suggested beginning with some massage, he was open to the idea and his smile broadened. I asked if there were any injuries or issues that I should know about. Mike responded with full honesty.

I was not surprised to learn that he had been blown up a couple of times in Iraq and that he still had shrapnel along with PTSD. I felt bad that we had sent him into that dangerous country without the proper protective equipment. I was honored to mend this man in any way that I could.

Mike readily got naked and climbed onto the massage table where my hands connected with his energy with ease. I kept on a pair of light shorts. He had large muscle systems and multiple areas of physical anxiety that I located. I allowed the Reiki healing energy to take the lead in providing betterment to this man who had been broken. I didn’t use any intrusive Shiatsu or rough muscle manipulation. Even if all he felt was the Reiki, Mike would be in a better condition than before my hands touched his flesh.

He seemed to be enjoying my touch and relaxed as my hands worked the damaged tissues. I spent about thirty minutes massaging him face down when I determined that it was time to give some focus to his ass. Even on a small framed man, these large muscles were almost always tight and out of place.  I did light muscle manipulations but with a sensual touch included so that the movements were welcomed.

When I rubbed a hand up his ass crack, Mike’s legs spread further apart providing full access to the entry point. I dripped some massage oil onto the crack and used my thumb to spread it thoroughly around the hole. He began to moan as my middle finger slid inside. In this position it was easy to locate his prostate and massage that most responsive area. That really got Mike’s attention so he pushed an impressive dick out from under his body to extend down his legs.

My oiled hand massaged that large cock while I continued to rub the prostate. His pleasure mounted, resulting in a fully erect dick. The thickness of his organ was truly amazing. He reached around and fondled my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. Soon, I was almost as hard as he was, leading him to say, “I wanna suck your cock.”

I pulled off my shorts and put the hard dick in his face. Mike hungrily took it into his hot mouth and cupped the balls to keep me in place while he took it all the way to the base. I was getting really aroused and he noted my status. “Come sit on the sofa,” he directed and I complied while putting down a towel.

Mike took a smart phone from his pants pocket and knelt on the floor in front of me. He held the phone with his left hand and pointed it in the direction of where he was sucking on me. It was probably a forty second video by the time he switched the camera to taking single photos. I hadn’t been documented like this in a long time and I was flattered that he wanted a memento.  Mike put the camera down and returned to seriously sucking on my cock and giving deep pleasure.

I directed him to get up and kneel on the towel I had put on the sofa. Now his pale white ass was exposed and ready, as was my fully erect dick. Mike pulled the poppers out and took two deep hits to relax that tight opening. I was glad that he had done so because I was concerned about giving him pain during entry. I used a finger again to stretch the hole before placing the hard shaft on his asshole. “Oh, that feels so good,” he exhaled as I slid my cock up and down the crack before sliding in just the head. He took another hit of poppers before I pushed in deeper.

His body was relaxing into being fully penetrated and I pushed my dick in slowly, but fully. “Oh yes, fuck me. I’m your slut.” His words gave acceptance the subservient position. I knew that I could begin seriously fucking now, but I wanted to take my time and give him a sensual fucking that he would remember. I used long slow strokes to penetrate just half way with intermittent hard deep lunges that reminded Mike how much hard cock was in his eager ass. When the opening was fully relaxed from this treatment, I changed technique. I slid my dick all the way out each time before pushing it back in with one quick or slow thrust. The nerve endings at the opening were particularly receptive to this treatment and resulted in good endorphin rushes to his brain.

I had remembered from our first session how Mike’s ass quickly turned red from being smacked. If he wanted his ass to be owned by me, I was going to provide him what he wanted. I spanked the right cheek hard which surprised him as he flinched in response. I hit him hard again saying, “I’m owning your ass today.” “Oh yes, take me. I’m your slut.” Now he was submitting to my cock and hands. I smacked the left cheek and began to hit him in unpredictable patterns so that he couldn’t anticipate my moves. Both of his cheeks reddened and the right one showed the imprint of my hand.

I thrust harder into his red ass and fucked with vigor. I could feel that my orgasm was rising and it was so stimulating that I didn’t try to stop myself. I pulled out my hard cock and shot huge amounts of creamy cum on all parts of that colorful butt. It was a major load widely dispersed over the broad expanse. “Now I’ve marked my territory,” I declared to the new sub. As my breathing relaxed, Mike said, “Use my phone and take a picture.” I picked up the phone and took a picture of my huge cum load gracing his reddish ass which had my handprint readily visible. Mike was proud of this photo and posted it for public view as the main picture on his profile.

I used a towel to clean up the mess I had made before taking a seat on the sofa to relax. Mike stood in front of me with his huge cock still protruding and I abandoned relaxing for dick sucking. His cock still had massage oil and so it slid deeper into my mouth with ease than the first time that I had sucked him. I enjoyed the fullness he so easily provided. Mike pulled his shaft from my mouth and stroked himself quickly to orgasm. His hot cum shot onto my naked chest and abdomen in an abundance I had never felt before. This attractive, masculine man’s cum striking my body in quantity was extremely satisfying.

Mike tossed the cleanup towel onto my chest and sat down beside me. We both moved into relaxation mode and I expressed, “That was the most cum I have ever seen from a man.”  Mike laughed at the compliment responding, “I do shoot a lot. It’s always been that way.” He pulled up his phone and we looked at the pictures and video which were all pretty hot. He happily expressed his gratitude for the actions and the documentation.

We moved into buddy pillow talk while we continued to relax on the sofa. I asked him about work because I knew I didn’t want to open the door about his military life. Mike explained that he was working as a professional dog trainer and I could readily see how he would easily gain the respect of any dog. I was sure that he was particularly successful in these trainings. “Usually, it’s the owners who are the problem and I sometimes have to train them as well.”

I asked about Meghan and he informed me that she was his second wife. She had also been in the Marines which explained the quality of her body in the online photos I had seen. I declared that she was very hot looking and he replied that she was even more so in person. Mike told me how he had informed her of his bisexuality on the second date when it became clear to him that he was very attracted to her and wanted to start a relationship. Honesty was an integral part of his character and she would either accept him or not, but he would not live a lie with someone who might become very important in his life. This was a brave man and one who was clear about who he was. I was much impressed.

Perhaps Meghan might have also envisioned this man as a potential partner. Rather than run from him following his statement, she chose to remain. They were together about ten years at that point and both had learned to be completely trusting and open with one another. He spoke very lovingly of her and expressed pride in his wife. As I listened, I knew that I wanted to meet her.

We both returned to our clothes and had a long embrace cementing the new bond that had been made between us. We were brothers in sex and friendship now. “See ya soon,” were the departure words of this hot freshly fucked former Marine.

Mike and Meghan in New Jersey 3

Over the next few months, Mike continued to visit every couple of weeks when he had some available time. He also kept up the short emails identifying himself as my slut and that I owned his ass. All of this nurtured my ego as well as my cock. Our apre’ sex pillow talk conversations continued and we learned more about each other as our friendship deepened.

During one of those conversations Mike revealed some information about himself that I could tell he didn’t share often. He had had one career that took him to various cities around the world where he was housed in five star hotels and treated to great fine dining. I sensed that part of him was embarrassed at living this elevated lifestyle, but it came with the territory of the work. The worldly travel gave him a new perspective about and respect for other cultures. He told me what that work was, but I chose not to reveal it to anyone out of respect for his privacy.

I was surprised when he raised the issue of bringing Meghan for a massage. He wanted the three of us to play naked, and felt that massage was the best way to make that happen. I was certainly excited by the idea and expressed full acceptance of the plan. He would do his best to convince her that she should meet me.

I never asked him what he said to Meghan, but I suspected that he spoke of our new friendship as much as mentioning my massage skills. It likely took him more time to create room in their schedules than it took to convince her to visit. Mike and Meghan would come to my house after going out for dinner on a Friday evening. It would be a hot date night for a married middle-aged couple.

I knew Mike’s car and had a good view of the area from my elevated house. I spotted them parking one hundred feet away exiting the vehicle. I went to my porch to greet them as they climbed the flight of cedar stairs to the entry door. Meghan led the way smiling as she heard my warm greeting. She held out her hand in greeting and I accepted the pale slender hand warmly in both of mine. Mike and I did our usual manly hug in full view of the locals.

Once we were inside, I turned to Meghan and declared, “Your husband’s quite a guy.” “Yes, he tells me all the time,” she joked. Mike and Meghan took seats on the sofa and I sat in the rocker next to them. Near to Meghan was my mineral collection cabinet. The internal lighting which I had put on, resulted in a warm light and attractive images of the numerous specimens. Meghan took an interest in my minerals and I learned that she had studied geology.

I went to the cabinet and pulled out some sample specimens that I thought would be of interest. The second one that I handed her was a small piece of Russian tsavarites which are garnets but can easily be mistaken for emeralds with their bright green color. “How did you know that this is one of my favorite stones?” Meghan queried in astonishment. “I can see how the garnets would be a perfect stone for your hair and skin tone,” I returned. She had a true Irish girl look with pale skin, short reddish hair and sparkling green eyes.  I sensed that she was intrigued by my intuitive nature. We played for a little while longer with the minerals before I returned to my rocking chair. As I observed them on the sofa, I was astonished at how physically attracted I was to both of them. My bisexual nature was in full throttle. Entertainingly, I was also attracted to their personalities and the dynamic between them.

“Have you had Reiki before?” I directed to Meghan. She declared that she had looked it up but hadn’t experienced it before and was interested in how it worked. I explained that it was healing energy from the universe which entered me and flowed through my hands. Since I knew she was a science head, I also explained that induction would take place as my warmer hands connected with her cooler skin. “Would you like to feel some on my massage table?” I suggested.

Meghan had found her comfort zone with me and I would come to learn that I had also spoken to her quest to learn the unknown. It turned out that Meghan was a bit of a knowledge junkie just as I was and she readily agreed that the massage was a good idea.

I directed Mike and Meghan to the massage room and informed her that the massage was best done while naked. She mostly complied with my request, but did retain thin black panties. Mike waited until I began the massage to get naked taking a viewing seat on the sofa. The lighting from three candles was dim and soft music was playing in the background creating a relaxing atmosphere.

I performed my usual sensual female massage that was not at all sexual. I was surprised to discover that Meghan had a soft feminine fleshy layer on top of the firm muscles underneath. I had anticipated that she would have the same hard strong muscles as Mike, so it was a pleasant surprise to feel this very feminine body. She readily relaxed and enjoyed the Reiki as it flowed into her attractive body.

When I asked Meghan to turn face up, she readily complied exposing beautiful C cup breasts that looked much younger than her chronological age. I continued with the sensual massage and didn’t make any sexual moves other than some engorgement in my cock beneath the light shorts. When I finished Meghan’s massage, I said softly, “My hands can do more. Would you like to feel what they can do?” “Are you asking me to say ‘yes’?” she queried. I affirmed and she continued, “I’m a go with the flow kind of person so continue if you like.”  She was exhibiting a characteristic much like that of her husband and I could see how they were well matched.

Mike had been stroking himself on the sofa while observing the massage. I was glad that he hadn’t tried to stimulate my cock distracting me from his wife’s massage. I was also glad that I had mostly kept my eyes closed during the massage or I would have spent too much time looking at his massive member.

I moved to the head of the table and began massaging Meghan’s neck before moving my hands lower to those beautiful breasts. The nipples readily responded to the attention of my fingers as they squeezed gently. I slowly moved my sensual hands lower to the abdomen and felt her breathing adjusting. Then I moved to the side of the table so that I could slip my right hand underneath the black panties and press gently on the pubic bone. When her legs tensed, I removed my hand and massaged those smooth inner thighs bringing energy and stimulation up to the convening area between them.

Mike came over to the table and kissed Meghan on the lips pressing his hard cock against her bare side.  He reached down and removed the panties for me, exposing a bare pussy. She lifted up her ass to accommodate him. I took the opportunity to remove my shorts. Mike and I massaged both inner legs while each taking on a nipple to suck. I sensed that Meghan was remembering why it was so good to have two naked men in the room. Mike used a thick finger to stimulate the labia and I felt her arousal increase. He slipped the thick middle finger inside and made gentle thrusts while she pressed her naked body against his.

Meghan was reaching for cock with each hand and came up successful twice. She began stroking both of us while Mike continued to thrust that thick finger. I gently massaged the clit and she immediately tightened her legs and giving up the first orgasm as her naked body writhed with pleasure on the table. She pushed out a huge exhale and laughed with the release driven by two men working her body.

Mike came to my side of the table and dropped to his knees. He wrapped his mouth around my hard cock and sucked me as his wife looked on. She turned on her side so that she could massage his head while it was full of my dick. She made soft statements of encouragement to her bisexual husband. She chose to slide over further to be able to join her husband in sucking me. Mike turned my body to his wife and the two of them alternated pleasuring my member. I was in bisexual heaven!

Mike stood up and returned to his side of the massage table. Together we slid Meghan sideways to put her freshly orgasmed pussy to his side of the table. He lifted the smooth legs onto his manly chest and slowly pushed the head of his hard shaft inside. Her eyes got wide with the awareness of her husband’s huge cock filling her which must have been amazing. I stood by Meghan’s head putting my hard dick in her face while massaging her beautiful round breasts. She tried to take me into her mouth but the angle was wrong so she stroked me instead.

I watched in amazement as Mike’s massive cock slid in further. I didn’t think that I could get that much inside me!  Once he was comfortably in position deep inside his sexy wife’s pussy, he began to thrust like a Marine doing a workout. It was so hot to watch this masculine muscled man fucking his beautiful sexy wife who was enjoying every moment of being filled to the maximum. She reached down with her free hand to rub her clit, increasing her level of stimulation.

Mike looked across his wife’s naked body at me and invited, “Come take a turn.”  This was a great act of sharing and I was grateful for the offer. We switched places and as I looked down at Meghan’s pussy, I could see that she was very wet. Mike slid his cock into her mouth and massaged a breast. Having just watched Mike’s method of stimulating his wife, I took a more sensual and unpredictable approach. I slowly slid all of my shaft inside this hot woman until my balls were resting on the pale little ass. I pulled all of the way back out before sliding in again but with a faster pace. I did this half a dozen times varying the speed and strength of the thrust trying to gauge what stimulated her the most.

I had observed that her clit was very sensitive and used my thumb to lightly rub it while I slid my cock in and out with increasing speed. As she became more excited, I increased the pressure on her clit. Meghan was starting to gag on her husband’s dick so he pulled back a bit and played with just the nipples. I was getting very excited from fucking this beautiful woman while also looking at her husband’s great cock. There was not much holding me back from orgasm and I pulled out my cock, spraying Meghan’s abdomen with a full load of cum. “Wow,” she remarked feeling the load hit her naked flesh. “You cum almost as much as he does!” I quickly wiped up the mess I had made hoping I hadn’t offended her.

Mike spun her around so that his dick was now facing the freshly used pussy. I could tell that he was moving into serious fucking mode as he pushed in his big cock with one forceful thrust. Mike held her shoulders so that he could bang away mercilessly. She rubbed the excitable clit and I was certain that she was squeezing his cock with those strong pussy muscles. Mike pulled out and put a massive load exactly where I had, retaking the territory that was momentarily mine. As he came, so did she from rubbing herself to climax. Both of them exhaled deeply and he bent over to kiss her sweetly on the lips. They were a remarkable couple.

We all decided that showers were in order and Meghan was offered the first slot which she happily accepted. Mike and I took our usual seats on the sofa to relax and await our turns. “What did you think?” he asked with sincerity. “You two are really special and it’s amazing to watch you together. I can see how you make a good couple and know each other so well.” “I knew that she would like you, just as I do,” he responded. The smell of sex was overpowering the scent from the candles and I blew them out after I put on a small light to make putting on clothes easier.

Mike was the next one into the shower and Meghan began to put on her sexy clothing. She was a woman who looked as good in clothes as naked.  Perhaps her lovely smile had something to do with that. “I enjoyed your massage. Your hands got really warm and it just felt so good. I think you Reiki’d my pussy too,” she expressed with a coy smile. “That also felt pretty good.”  I thanked her for the kind words and replied, “You have a very receptive body. I was amazed to see Mike’s cock fit all the way inside.”

He returned in time to hear that comment and said, “She was a great find and I knew when I first met her that she was special. We both feel lucky about it.” I didn’t want to hold up their departure now that it was late. I put on my shorts and shirt to escort them to the door. Meghan smiled and kissed me affectionately on the cheek as her parting. Mike hugged me firmly and thanked me for a memorable evening. So many images of that extraordinary night filled my mind.

Mike and Meghan in New Jersey 4

It was not until a month later that we were able to put together another meeting of the three of us. In the meantime, we kept in touch with email and all parties expressed serious interest in having another session. I had every confidence that we would be able to make a mutually agreeable time and we did.

The three of us met on another Friday evening, but a bit later this time. Mike and Meghan arrived on time with smiling faces and sexy clothing. I was stimulated by their energies and appearances. Before either of them sat down on the sofa, Meghan turned to me and confessed, “I’m embarrassed.” “Why?  Are you OK?” “We lied to you about our names. I don’t like to lie and I’m especially sorry that we lied to you because you’re special to us.”  I smiled forgivingly and responded, “You’re not the first to do that.”  Mike chimed in, “We use those names for the Internet and if we’re meeting someone from the Internet, just as a precaution. We’re sorry we lied to you.” The air lightened after the release of truth and the disclosing of real names. We enjoyed some conversation in the living room to catch up on our friendship before we heading to the massage room. All three of us readily got fully naked this time and I suggested that Mike should get the massage. It was easy to convince him to have some time on my table.

I knew that Meghan wouldn’t sit on the sofa and play with herself while I gave Mike a massage, so I decided that we would do a four hands session. I would teach her some techniques and while I worked on one side of the body, she could do the other side. I knew that this would speak to the knowledge junkie within her and I was correct. I sensed that Mike was excited by the idea that he was going to be massaged by a man and a woman at the same time. It was good news for a bisexual person.

While Mike was lying face down on the table, Meghan and I worked on his shoulders and lower back with easy movements that she could readily replicate. I kept my eyes open to observe her efforts and provide guidance along the way. She determined that it was a fun experience and got into following my lead. After the upper body, we moved to Mike’s muscular legs and thick ass. I could tell that he was getting aroused by both of us massaging his buttocks simultaneously. I wondered, but didn’t ask, if Meghan had ever massaged his beefy ass before.

I wanted to work on Mike’s neck and shoulders, so I directed Meghan to massage his feet. We had our oiled hands all over his body for thirty minutes before I asked him to turn over. It was easy to observe that he was about eighty percent erect and a happy man. She gave her man a sweet kiss before we returned to the massage.

Meghan and I moved to opposite sides of his naked body to do parallel massages. Before long, his dick was pointing at the ceiling even though neither of us had touched the massive cock. I couldn’t help myself at that point and oiled up his cock before slipping him into my mouth. He would have exhaled deeply if Meghan hadn’t been kissing him on the lips while I sucked him. She moved to the top of the table and placed her ample breasts in Mike’s face to meet his bisexual needs of male and female attention.

Mike pushed his head off the end of the table, so that she could sit on his face. He hungrily licked and ate sweet pussy while I continued to suck on hard cock. I loved the feeling of fullness in my mouth from his thick dick as it massaged the back of my throat. She squeezed his head with her strong legs orgasming on his face while her hands pressed into the manly muscled chest. Meghan might have left some nail marks in the flesh of his chest. Mike needed to adjust his head before he became dizzy, so he sat up.

Meghan came to me and knelt to take my hard cock into her mouth. She had great oral skills which was not surprising given what she was usually sucking. She could almost deep throat my whole shaft. Mike got off of the table and brought his cock over to her mouth as well so that she could alternate sucking on the two dicks. There was no way that she could have put both of us in her mouth at the same time. He and I massaged each other’s chests and nipples while our cocks were receiving excellent attention from his wife.

I asked Meghan to get up on the table with her pussy on the far end. She readily complied and I dropped to my knees so that my face was directly in front of all those lovely sexual parts. Mike stood and slipped his cock into her mouth while I licked and sucked on the clit. I slipped my middle finger inside and knew that I had found the G spot when her legs tightened around me. I applied more pressure to that sweet clit as I gently massaged the special internal spot. I was aroused hearing Meghan hungrily slurping on her husband’s huge cock. I increased the pressure on the G spot and it was not long before her legs gripped my naked body firmly and she shuddered through a full orgasm.

I really wanted to fuck Meghan and I directed her to bend over the end of the massage table so that her torso was fully supported making the sexual parts fully exposed from behind. “Like this?” she posed in the correct position. I affirmed and came from behind with my hard shaft pointed straight forward. She was still very wet from being eaten and I knew that I could slip easily inside that strong, hot pussy. I pushed in just the head of my cock and savored the heat of her body. The petite ass was a perfect dimension and I was highly aroused. I grabbed Meghan around her slender waist with both hands as I pushed my dick in fully.

Mike placed his cock up by her head and she moved over a bit so that she could take him into her mouth while I was filling her from behind. I provided all of my cock and pressed my body fully against that soft, sexy ass. Her body felt so good beneath mine. I began to thrust fully as I had seen Mike do in our first session. I felt pussy muscles tightening firmly around my dick. I continued with full vigor and slammed my balls against her smooth butt. Watching Meghan suck on her husband’s huge cock increased my stimulation.

“Come take a turn,” I declared to Mike just as he had offered in our last session. We were good bisexual buddies sharing a wife. He laughed at my comment but didn’t waste any time in switching places. Mike directed Meghan to turn onto her back so that he could watch her face while fucking. She easily maneuvered her sexy body into the desired position and rested her legs on his strong shoulders.

Mike pushed his big shaft fully into his wife and happily watched as her eyes widened to accept the fullness of his manhood. I massaged her breasts with one hand and the clit with the other. She was being completely stimulated by two masculine men who had also sucked each other’s cocks. I sensed that her arousal was reaching another climax and pressed harder on the clit. She let out a growl of sexual release which led to Mike’s climax as well. He came inside but pulled out to stroke the final amounts of cum onto her abdomen. I stroked myself to orgasm while watching him spray his wife’s hot body. My white cum shot onto her breasts covering them. Meghan rubbed both of the areas where she had received our manly juices. “Wow,” she exhaled with sexual satisfaction.

Meghan clearly needed to take a shower and made her way to the bathroom while Mike and I relaxed on the sofa. Neither of us had words to express how grateful we were for such a successful bisexual session. When Meghan returned, I sensed that she was ready to go another round, but we were spent. Mike departed for the bathroom while Meghan began returning to her clothed version. “So, who massages you?” she queried. I responded that I had had a couple of massage exchange friends at different times, but was currently without that benefit. “Next time, we put you on the table,” she decided with directness. “I’d be happy to feel both of you working my body,” I replied just as Mike was returning. “That’d be fun,” he joined in while putting on his clothes.

I was going to tell Mike and Meghan about my plans to sell the house and just travel for a year, but we had had such a great evening, I didn’t want it to end on that note. Instead, we hugged, kissed and parted savoring the deeper connections we were making as a well-matched threesome. There would be time to tell them.

Being with this remarkable couple made me question the wisdom of my decision to uproot myself. I was just beginning to build a meaningful relationship with them and the sex was extremely satisfying for my bisexual needs. They were just as open as I was to exploring and just being ourselves together. Nonetheless, I was compelled to continue the path of homelessness that I had begun. Something beckoned me.

A couple of weeks later, I had another single session with Mike while Meghan was busy with work. Before going to the bedroom, I made sure that we had time in the living room where I could tell him of my traveling plans. He was surprised but understood the allure of travel having done so much himself. He even provided European and Asian suggestions. My news didn’t impact our ability to have another satisfying sexual experience which ended up with my cum on his face and his on mine. We hugged longer than usual during our parting. Both of us wanted to keep our energies deeply connected.

We tried to get the three of us together before my house was sold, but it was a good time for selling the house and I was without an address before another session could take place. Mike and I remained in contact through email for almost a year now and I leaned that they have also relocated to another state. We had made a plan to meet in New Jersey before they moved, but the Covid travel restrictions prevented me from returning to the US. I was on the other side of the planet in Northern Thailand.

There were some people who come into your life and make a significant impact. I felt that with Mike and Meghan even at the beginning and sensed that there would be a deep connection. They were a successful representation of how a bisexual male and female relationship could be honest, deep and meaningful while including a broad range of sexual activity. They gave me hope for my own future.

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