A gay story: A Gay Trilogy Author’s note.
I have been struggling with my sexuality for some time. I have been experimenting. These three tales are about how I accept that I am gay
Massage Seduction in Reverse
I seduce the masseure!
About a year ago, I was suffering greatly from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn’t seem to help.
One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read “Masseuse for What Ails You”. By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fairly close to me and the ad was for “deep tissue” massage. It sounded just what I was looking for.
I called the phone number, and a man answered. I am not sure why, but hearing a male voice on the phone rather surprised me; I guess I was expecting a female receptionist. He also surprised me by advising me that he provided a visiting massage service. “So James,” Scott said. “I come to you, not you to me, whereabouts are you?”
He went on to ask a few questions about my situation, and told me that he could help me out. He said that he had time available this evening and we agreed that he would come to my house in Barnsbury, Islington at eight. Kelly, my wife of twenty years or so, was out that evening, probably taking advantage of our quite open marriage.
For the rest of the day, I was on tenterhooks about the massage. I went back and forth in my mind about it, several times almost cancelling Scott. I wanted the massage, I wanted to feel better and I wondered whether it would be a dead straight massage or whether it might be a ‘happy ending’ type. Although I felt a little uncomfortable about him coming to my house, for I wondered about blackmail. Kelly was understanding about our loose marriage, but I was not sure that would extend to me being sucked off by a guy in our house. I wasn’t gay, but like a lot of guys I had a curiosity about being bi. The other worry was that massages always excited me and I had no idea how I would explain a hard on, if it was dead straight!
He arrived promptly at eight and we introduced ourselves. Scott asked me if I was all right with him coming to my house for the massage. I lied and told him that I had no problems with him being there. He was as tall as me, around six feet, but slightly slimmer; I put him at around one seventy pounds to my one eighty and a bit. He had blonde hair and by any measure he was good looking, probably handsome even and I guessed he was in his late-twenties or early-thirties to my mid-forties
I offered him a drink and he asked for a glass of water. I went into the kitchen and I heard him opening the table in the living room. When I came out, Scott was ready.
“You can stay dressed, just remove your upper stuff or get naked.” He said. “But either way, you have to get on the table”. He was making eye contact with me and smiling giving me the impression of him being a nice, regular guy. His eyes smiled at me while he spoke. His personality and approach were already relaxing me.
I took my shirt off, and lie on the table on my stomach. I was telling him again about the nerve in my neck and that I couldn’t find any way of relieving the pain. Scott pressed and poked my neck, turned my head and made me bend my neck forward and back and turn it to both sides.
“Yes it looks like a trapped nerve” he said pouring oil onto his hands and starting to rub my shoulders and my upper back. He told me that he probably couldn’t relieve the pain on the first visit, but that he was more than willing to return.
His hands were professionally working my upper back and shoulders and It felt wonderful, relaxing me with every kneed. He was making small talk, asking about my job, my house and all that. His hands were working the muscles in my upper back and shoulders, turning me into mush. It was fantasic.
He explained that he was going to loosen all of my muscles below my neck before concentrating on that area. The only reply I could muster was a groan. His hands worked down the sides of my back, to my waist and then back up into the middle. He must have spent twenty minutes of our hour session on everything but my neck.
When his hands made it to my neck, I was so completely relaxed that I was not even conscious of the pain in that area. He worked lightly over my neck and the base of my skull, making me feel great. Sooner than I had expected, the hour session was over and he had instructed me to hop off the table.
I got up, paid him and then I did something I had not intended to do. I invited him to have a drink with me. He looked at his watch, and told me that he did not have time as he had another appointment. He asked if I wanted another session and we agreed that he would come back in two days. He agreed and we set the day and the time. For some reason I chose the afternoon and after he had gone I wondered whether that was because I knew Kelly would be at work!
On the way out, he stopped and said. “After our next session, I’ll stay for that drink.” He smiled and then left.
For the next two days, I could hardly get my mind off Scott’s hands. I was even having fantasies of him while I masturbated, which recently was more frequent than usual. I began wondering if he would come on to me or offer anything on his next visit? And if he did not, would I have the balls to ask if he offered extras. I had done that several times in spas in hotels overseas and although usually being told no a few times it had been yes.
Anyway, what was I thinking, I was straight, wasn’t I?
The next visit went pretty much the same as the first. As his hands worked on my shoulders I felt the fabric of my jeans stretching at the crotch. As he massaged my neck, shoulders and back, he again made me feel fantastic and certainly my neck felt looser and there was less pain when I turned my head..
When we were done, I offered the drink we had discussed and must admit I felt disappointed when he apologized and said that he could not get out of a meeting and he would have to say no. He gave me a look that said he wanted to say more, but didn’t know if he should. I told him that I understood and that the offer was always open.
We continued our regular sessions for a week or so. Every-other-day Scott manipulated my muscles, got me hard and then left. I was beginning to believe that he was simply one big tease, but maybe that was how he had to be for he offered anything and that got out he could lose his license to practice as a physio. I was resigning myself to fantasizing about being seduced by this man, but doing nothing in reality!
On a Tuesday night when Kelly was in Manchester running a training course and probably getting herself shagged by one or more of the delegates, after my massage, I told Scott that I would only ask once more.
“If you would like to stay and have a drink, or come back later, I’ll be around and alone all evening and night come to that and you’re more than welcome,” I said as he was walking out carrying his bag and the portable table. He stopped, looked at his watch and turned to me with a serious look on his face.
“I thought that maybe you had changed your mind,” he said. “I’d love to come back after my next appointment. Would nine-thirty be okay?”
Feeling a surge of something and feeling my pulses starting to race I said, probably rather croakily. “Of course, I’ll be here waiting!”
Scott left, and I went back into the house. During the next hour and a half, I couldn’t stop thinking about how this man had made me feel so completely relaxed. His hands were warm and soft. I began thinking about having his hands all over my back and shoulders, and it was wonderful. I wondered what it would be like to return the favor? As I had those thoughts, I realised that I was hard. I was having similar feelings to those I get when I’m getting somewhere with a woman. I could hardly believe it, but I was enjoying it.
I was het up as the time was approaching; I fluffed around the house killing time. I put white wine and some champagne in the fridge, opened a bottle of two thousand and four Claret and put a haunting Bach Violin Concerto on the stereo. I had already straightened up the place, again, and I was feeling silly. I felt I was behaving like a woman would waiting for a date and that was getting me turned on. Was I looking for sex with him I wondered? The shock was that I was still not sure.
At last nine-thirty arrived and with it a ring on the door-bell. He was punctual and I liked that. I answered it and there was Scott, the man who was making me feel and act like a silly, love or sex-struck teenage girl. He smiled and said. “Hi, how are you?”
“Great and you Scott, I said showing him in and seating him on the green leather Chesterfield couch. I offered him a drink and he opted for as beer. “A Peroni if you have it James.”
“Yes I do, it’s my favourite” I told him.
“Mine too and don’t bother with a glass, the bottle will do.”
I went into the kitchen, returning with a glass of red wine for me and his Peroni.
We sat on the couch, a comfortable distance apart sipping our drinks and talking about anything that came into our minds. Sports, politics, the economy, TV programmes and the upcoming London Olympics. I noticed that his glass was empty and asked if he wanted another. He readily accepted and followed me into the kitchen.
“Are you married?” He asked suddenly.
“Yes, for over twenty years” I replied.
I handed him the glass and he took it from my hand in that way, which makes your hand linger on the other’s. I glanced at his face and he averted my stare. He actually blushed I think.
“Is it good?”
“In its way yes.”
“How do you mean?”
“Kelly and I get on well, but……” I paused.
“But?” Scott asked taking a swig from his bottle.
“I don’t like to say, my wife does not understand me, but we have a pretty open marriage” I told him surprising myself for I had not mentioned that to anyone.
We had another drink each, as we continued talking and laughing. Then Scott excused himself and asked where was the bathroom? When he came back, he sat on the couch again, but this time, he was closer than the last.
After a few minutes of more talking, he reached out and touched my leg, just above the knee. He left his hand there for a brief moment. When he looked into my eyes, I know that I blushed. I could feel my face getting hot. He smiled, I smiled and did something that I still can’t believe, I reached over and put my fingertips on his knee. He did not react at all. He just began talking about something that I cannot now remember.
Our conversation went on and after a while, we began talking about sex. He asked more about Kelly’s and my ‘open’ marriage and I explained that a few years ago we had agreed that either could have other partners, but we would never talk about them. He explained that he was not married, but had a series of girl-friends. I could hardly believe what I heard coming out of my mouth.
“Well with your looks I imagine they are pretty easy to get.”
He looked at me rather intently. “You think so do you James?”
“Yes Scott I do,” I said a rush of feelings seeming to rush from my brain to my cock that started to harden, again.
He told me that his last girlfriend was a dominatrix and that was what ended their relationship.
“Why?” I asked.
Looking directly into my eyes he said. “Well James I prefer to be in control.”
Perhaps it was the drink, for I had a couple of glasses of wine before he arrived, but I surprised myself by blurting out. “I often like to give in to the person I’m with.”
“Really?” He smiled. “Have you ever been with a man?”
There it was! He made the first actual, overt move. What was I going to do? The only thing I could do . . . I blushed again.
I think he sensed the answer to his question. He slid his hand back to my leg and lightly slid his fingers up the outside of my thigh.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“I think so,” as the only thing I could manage to get out of my mouth?
He kept lightly rubbing my leg as leaned over, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. He smiled at me and reached out to grasp my hand.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I came here.”
“I’ve been wanting you to do this as well,” I replied adding. “I think.”
With that, he sat up straight and moved closer to me, letting his left knee rest on top of my right. He started to rub my upper arms with both hands. He was looking directly into my eyes when he asked me a very important question.
“Can I kiss you?”
I could only stare at him. He leaned into me, raised his head and put his lips to mine. When I didn’t resist, he began kissing me more passionatelty. His lips parted, and his tongue brushed against my upper lip. I couldn’t believe this. Not only was I kissing him back; I opened my mouth and let his tongue meet mine.
All of a sudden I really realised that I was enjoying it. I could feel the stubble on his chin rubbing against my own and I could smell his aftershave, the make of which I could not place. It was such a different feeling from kissing a woman. He tasted wonderful. I really began to get into the kissing. I was rubbing the outside of his thigh, from the knee to his belt line. His arms were around my neck, and his fingers were running through my hair.
He broke his mouth from mine and kissed his way to my neck. He was kissing, licking and softly biting my neck sending shivers up and down my back. He let his right arm drop from my neck and began to rub my upper arm and my shoulder. Then he let his hand move in and began rubbing and gently squeezing my left breast.
The only thing I could do was rub his upper thigh. I didn’t know what else to do so I did what I would, and have done so many times with women. That struck a chord with me for I suddenly realised that all the feelings, emotions and sensations I was receiving were as near as makes no difference the same I got with females. In the end, I suddenly realised, it was the sexual buzz I was after, where it came from did not seem to matter!
Scott took his other arm from my neck, and started to unbutton my shirt. He got about four buttons undone, and then slid one side from my shoulder and began kissing and biting the exposed skin as he went. I was in complete surrender to him and I loved everything I had experienced so far. He unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulling it out of my trousers and pushing it off my shoulders, thus baring my chest. He excited me by saying.
“Oh James, you have a gorgeous body.”
“Thanks Scott” I replied feeling a little embarrassed.
The soft moan that escaped from his mouth excited me even more. He began kissing and licking my chest in little circles until he reached my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth let out a louder, breathy moan. His tongue licking and probing my nipple and areolae and his teeth gently chewing it sent shudders of desire through me
I started to struggle with the sleeves of my shirt; I wanted to be bare chested, to be truthful I wanted to be naked for him. He helped me remove it and went back to work on my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. I didn’t do anything else, because I just didn’t know what to do.
Scott sat up, looked me in the eye and said. “I want you James, I want you so badly.” They werev some of the most erotic words I had ever heard.
I could only gasp. “Yes Scott.”
With that, he stood up and offered me his hand. I stood, and faced him. He moved closer to me and we began kissing again. This time, he took my arms and placed them on top of his shoulders. I felt so feminine aaand for some reason I could not understand that made me feel fantastic. His hands were gliding up and down my back as he kissed me deeply.
I took my arms from his neck, grabbed his hand and walked him out of the lounge, up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Once in there, he stopped me in front of a long, loft mirror. He came up close behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. He started kissing my neck again and he ran his hands up my stomach, to my chest and with one hand began pinching my nipple. The other hand ran up my neck and to my face. He put one finger to my lips and I opened my mouth to let his finger in. I began licking his finger, and then sucked it into my mouth. Watching all this going on in the mirror and occasionally making eye contact with him was such a massive turn on.
I felt his lips, tongue and teeth move from my neck to my shoulder blades and start to go lower. His fingers left my face and travelled down my spine as he lowered himself. I felt his tongue running down the length of my spine and his hands slide around to the front of my jeans.
Still from behind, he undid my belt and zip on my trousers. He stood up again, began rubbing and squeezing my chest with one hand and with the other, he circled my stomach with his fingers, letting one finger dip into my navel. Then, slowly, he worked his hand to the waistline of my underpants, pushing his fingertips inside.
My penis was achingly hard and when his fingers brushed against the head, I jumped causing us both to laugh. I turned to face him and he whispered to me to unbutton his shirt. I was so nervous and so excited that my hands were shaking. Somehow, I managed to get all of the buttons undone. I slid my hands inside his shirt, feeling his smooth chest. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
I followed the lead he had provided earlier and began to kiss his neck and his shoulders. My hands were running from the waistband of his chinos, up his back and down again. Scott put his hands to either side of my head, and guided my face to his nipples. Reaching out with my tongue and circling his nipple, I licked it for a moment or two before I took it into my mouth and lightly sucked and chewed it. Again apart from the hairs on his chest the similarity with a woman surprised me.
After a few minutes, Scott gently pushed me back and began to seductively undo his beige chinos. After he was unbuttoned and unzipped, he pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor round his ankles. I saw that he had not bothered with underwear, but more importantly I saw his handsome cock strining straight up his flat stomach; he looked marvellous.
“Ok mate?” He asked running his fingertips along his erection.
“Oh yes Scott, very, very alright” I groaned feeling as sexually excited as I could ever recall.
He moved closer to me. Sliding his hands into my Calvin Klines at either side, he slid them down to my ankles. He got to his knees, and pulled each shoe off my feet and then pulled the CKs off.
I loved being Naked in front of him.
“Mmmmm James, you really are a treasure aren’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say so I muttered. “But then Scott so are you.”
After he had pulled my underpants from my ankles, he slid his hand back up my leg and lightly over my swollen erection to my belly and then my chest. He stood up, and began kissing me again. He pulled me close to him, pushing his crotch against mine. What a feeling that was as our swollen erections pushed against each other.
He stepped back, and gave me a full picture of his nakedness. He was beautiful. His penis was about as long as mine, but much thicker. His balls were heavy and low hanging. He was clean-shaven, all but a patch above his penis. His skin was smooth and without any visible veins.
He took me by the hand and led me to the bed.
“Lie down, baby,” he whispered.
He called me baby. That actually made me feel good. I felt like he was looking for more than just physical pleasure, he at least respected me enough to refer to me in an endearing way. At the same time he was very much in control, there was no doubt that was leading events and that I was the submissive. This was something new to me, but I loved it.
I lie on my back on the bed loving the look in his eyes as kneeling on the edge of it he ran his gaze up and down my body.
“Mmmmmm, lovely, I am going to enjoy making love with you James”
He got onto the bed and lay at my side. Tracing his fingertips from my nipples into my pubic hair, over my balls, along my cock and back up to my chest he said very huskily.
“Can I make love to you?” He asked. “I want to fuck you James.”
The words crashed into my brain. By many standards and some moralities this was so wrong. But it was also so right. Wasn’t this something I had fantasised about for so long?
I replied by leaning over to him and kissing him deeply. I started sucking on his tongue and his lips. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. He responded by rolling his body on top of mine. His chest was against mine and his stomach over my ribs. I could feel his erect penis against my hip; it was wet with pre-come and was sliding around on my skin.
Again, Scott began to play with my nipples as we kissed. Then his hand slid down my stomach and to my penis. He gently grasped my cock in his hand and began pumping it. Having his such pleasure giving hands wrapped around my erection made me melt into him.
I turned to him slightly, and began to run my hand down his back to his ass. I didn’t know when I should reach for his erection. But, when I took his ass into my hand, and he pushed his cock into my hip, I took that as my cue. I slid my hand from his ass, down the back of his leg, and then around to the front and up. I reached his balls first.
My hand lingered on them for a few moments, grasping and caressing them feeling the testicles moving around inside. I made the decision that I was going to start shaving, but wondered just what I would say to Kelly as to the reason. Scott’s shaved balls felt wonderful in my hand. Then I slid my hand up to his cock. He was beautifully, rock hard, smooth, warm and seemed to be throbbing. My heart pounded quite madly as I wrapped my hand around it and began to mimic his actions. I lightly pumped it.
Our kissing became more passionate; we really began to get into the moment. Scott broke his mouth from mine, and started to work down my chest, stopping at my nipple for the briefest moment. Then he continued down my belly and continued until he got to the head of my cock.
I could feel his hand stop pumping, and his tongue began to circle the head. After a few moments, he took me inside his mouth. Ohhhh, the feeling was fantastic!
“Oh my God” I groaned grabbing his head and thrusting my hips toward his face. I was once more so surprised at just how like being by a woman it was.
I wanted my entire penis in his mouth; I wanted to fuck his face, but realised that was not my place or position. He quickly took control back. Cupping my balls and holding my cock near the base that was buried in my pubic hairs, he started sucking rubbing, licking and caressing. He was taking me over completely, body and soul and emotionally and physically. I realised that he was giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had.
In the meantime, I was leaning forward and sliding my hands up and down his back, from his shoulders to his ass. At one point, he took my hand and guided my fingers to the crack of his ass. I slid my middle finger inside the crack and came to the puckered hole. I pushed a little, and circled it around the opening. When I did this, he sucked,pumped faster and grunted with his mouth still full of my cock.
I pulled my finger out of the crease and up to my mouth. I wetted it and went back down. I guess he knew what I was doing, because he opened his legs as if inviting me to approach his arse. I did. I pressed enquiringly and he pushed backwards giving a clear invitation to carry on. I pushed inside just a little bit and received a moan on my penis for my efforts.
I could not stop myself whispering. “I want to taste you.”
With that, Scott raised up off my penis and laid back onto the bed. I lifted myself off the bed and leaned over to kiss him and taste myself in his mouth. I could smell myself on his face. That smell of aftershave, saliva, pre-cum and pure sex.
Now it was my turn. I worked my way down his neck to his nipple. I spent a few minutes sucking and licking there before I began going further downwards. I traced a line with my tongue from his right nipple, down his hairless belly until I reached the small patch of pubic hair waiting for me.
I ran my tongue through his pubic hair, using my hand to raise his cock straight up, pointing to the ceiling. I spent a few moments looking at his cock. It looked marvellous.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock it was definitely thick. I raised my head, stuck my tongue out and tasted the first penis in my life. I circled the head a few times with my tongue; it really didn’t taste like anything at all until I tasted his pre-cum. That tasted just like my own pre-cum and I loved it!
But, I chickened out. Scott wanted to fuck me and he came so near, but something stopped me. It was, at this stage of my sexuality experimentation a ‘bridge too far.’ Instead we masturbated each other until we both spurted over the others stomach.
The Busy Masseuse
I get a guy instead.
It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I had to wait for the train after 5 anyway. Two hours to kill. What to do? I wandered out into the street, slipped into a bookstore for a few minutes and then walked towards the train station. Then I remembered the massage parlor.
For years I had been going to the ‘rub ‘n tugs.’ I figured it wasn’t really cheating, my wife wouldn’t know the difference and I hadn’t actually had sex. Usually I paid my fee and the girls massaged me and gave me a pretty good handjob but nothing more. Well, occasionally I’d massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. Yes, the parlour would be a good way to kill some time as I waited for my train.
I walked into the parlour and Stacey, who had massaged me in the past, was at the front. “Hi!” she shouted and smiled. “Be with you in a minute,” she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. She locked the door and disappeared into the back for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and another guy came in. Then another guy. Stacey had her hands full at front. It didn’t look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.
After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I paid my fee then started taking off my clothes as she watched and smiled. Then the doorbell rang again. “Oh damn,” she said. “I can’t believe this. Just a sec.” I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before.
Stacey opened the door after a couple of minutes. “I’m sorry, James,” she said. “It’s just too busy and I can’t get away from the front and all the other girls are busy. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long wait. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Too bad, I was really horny.” I got up on my side. Stacey looked at my rockhard cock and frowned.
“Wait a minute,” she said and came into the room and closed it behind her. “There is one option, but you might not like it.”
“What is it?”
“Well, we do have one guy on staff who–”
“A guy? Forget it.”
“Are you sure? He gives a good massage and could help you with this little er, I mean big problem,” she said, her cold hand enveloping my veined member as she smiled at me.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not gay.”
“You would hardly know the difference. It’s almost dark in here. I’ll give you a free one next time if you try it out. He’s not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd.”
I sighed. I’d never been with a guy or had really been interested. But I did want to get off. “Maybe he could massage me and then I’ll take care of it myself,” I said.
Stacey smiled. “Okay, good. Now lie back down.” As I lay down she stroked my cock gently, but the doorbell rang and she scooted out.
I lay down on my stomach again. Well, this was weird. My cock shrivelled into its foreskin. I listened to the jazz music cooing out of the radio. My ass tensed at the thought of a guy touching me. My arms lay rigid at my sides. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d decided to stand up when the door opened and closed behind me. Then I saw a pair of sandalled feet through the hole in the table. “Hi there. I’m Ted. Stacey says you’re pretty uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. I prefer women, too.” He rubbed his hands over my shoulder blade and shoulder. It did feel like of good. Maybe a massage wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It had been pretty tense at work lately.
“No, it’s okay, Ted, go ahead, I can use a good massage.”
“Good.”
I heard him go to a side table and get out the oils. I heard his hands coming together to heat up a sweet smelling oil that I knew would burn nicely on my back. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands over my back and neck. “You are tense. Relax.” He rubbed and kneaded and pressed at my back. I could feel my tension evaporating, though I still couldn’t get past the thought of a guy rubbing me like this. My cock was still shrivelled.
Then he casually ran one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly. I could feel my penis suddenly stiffening. ‘Relax,, I whispered to my cock. ‘Easy boy.’
Ted thumbed my lower back, edging slowly towards the crack of my ass. Every time he neared my crack I tensed slightly and his hands would slide up my back again. He edged down again, but this time he didn’t go back up. His thumbs made it to the top of my crack. Then I could feel his thumb just inside my crack. My ass clenched naturally. I thought about ending this, but I was stirring down below. Perhaps after he’d gone, I really would whack off or go home and fuck Kelly, my wife for over twenty years. But I decided not to move.
He moved his hands over my ass cheeks, one on each, gently kneading. This didn’t seem so odd, I’d seen guys at the gym having their asses kneaded by other guys; looking after the glutes they called it. I started to relax. It did feel good. He massaged and pushed the flesh and pulled it apart. I could feel the cool air of the room at one point on my asshole as he pulled the cheeks wide apart. I started to get harder. Occasionally he would move back to my ass and I would raise my hips slightly towards his hand. One time he ran a finger quickly down the crack as he want back down my legs. I stiffened measurably. He worked on my legs for a while, then my feet. I was beginning to think he’d given up on my ass when he asked me to turn over. I hadn’t really thought of what to do at this point. I expected he’d leave and then I’d whack off. But I was aroused and it was dark and no one knew I was here. Maybe something would happen and it wouldn’t be so bad.
I rolled over and my cock was pointing at the ceiling. I could see Ted giving it a quick glance and a smile. He was a fit-looking young guy, about 28 years old. He was wearing a bathrobe, which I could see bulging gently at the middle.
He started with my face, rubbing his thumbs on my cheek and forehead, then my neck and chest. He skirted my nipples a few times before slowly running his thumbs across them. I never much liked having my nipples touched, but this didn’t seem so bad. My cock was getting really hard now.
Then he started running his hands over my stomach, tickling me gently around my belly button. My cock danced with every touch. I’d decided I’d let him jack me off if it came to that. Couldn’t be so bad. He ran his hands along my hips and down my legs, running his face close to my groin. Did he breathe softly on my cock? Or was that my imagination? I thought I felt hot breath. He went further down to my feet and ankles, then back up my legs. He had one hand on either side of my groin now, gently rubbing. I wanted his hand on my cock so bad. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. He smiled.
“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Stacey said you’d finish this part yourself.”
“Um, wait, no,” I stammered. “It’s okay. I’m really horny. Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging a guy to rub my cock.
“What would you like me to do for you then?” he said.
“Rub me, please. Rub my cock.”
“Show me what you want,” he said.
I reached down and took my swollen cock in my hand and started to stroke it. “Like this,” I said. I put my hand back at my side, closed my eyes and waited.
His hand closed over my hardened member, the other he placed on my chest; it was a heady combination. My breath quickened as he grabbed it in his hand and started to stroke slowly. God that felt good. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to enjoy this, though, and bit my lip. He stroked me harder. My breathing quickened. This was amazing, at least as good as Stacey.
I think he could tell that I was trying to hold back my orgasm and he slowed down, playing with the tip, running a finger down the fattened underbelly of my rock-hard cock.
“Oh god,” I murmured. Then my cock felt hot and I realized that he had his lips upon me, his tongue on the head of my cock. “Oh god,” I said again and weakly tried to push him away with my hands. He took me all the way into his mouth. I put my hands on his head, ready to pull him off, but I couldn’t, it felt too fucking good. Oh god it felt good. He sucked me right down to the base and started playing with my balls. I opened my legs wide and pleaded in my head for him to touch my ass. He reached down, grabbed some oil, or was it lube? Then a slippery finger slid into my waiting asshole, not gently, not slowly, but quickly and hard. It hurt, but his mouth on my cock felt so good. He started to fingerfuck me slowly as he sucked me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I envisioned his cock inside me. I’d never thought of anything like that before, but with his finger inside me and his mouth on my cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” he said and smiled.
“I have never done that,” I whispered unsteadily.
“I know that James, but I did not ask that did I?”
“No” I groaned revelling in his hands on me.
“Not yet,” he said, taking his finger out of my arse. He stood up and walked over beside me and waited. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Wasn’t he going to suck me off or fuck me? Then I noticed the growing bulge under his robe. I got it. I undid the sash at his waist and his robe fell free, revealing a cock that must have been seven inches long and twice as thick as mine. I put my hand on it and stroked it a little. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. He moved closer to me and dangled it in my face. I opened my lips to say something and he slid it past my lips. It was not what I had expected, not as hard, more spongy, and it didn’t taste bad, kind of musky. I kind of enjoyed the taste. He put his hands on the back of my head and eased himself towards the back of my throat. I almost choked but held on. I wanted to taste it some more, so I pulled it out and licked the head and ran it over my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of the head again and muscled his way back into my mouth.
“Suck that fucking cock,” he said under his breath. “Suck it.” I complied, running it over my tongue, gently over my teeth. He stroked me a little as I sucked it. God this was good. I reached around him and cupped his ass in my hands and took a little more control. I ran my lips on the underside of his cock, then took his balls in my mouth. He spread his legs a little. I reached underneath and found his waiting asshole and played with his opening with my index finger. I pushed in slightly without any lube. He grunted, in pain, I expected, but I took his cock in my mouth again and pushed my finger in a little further. His cock was getting harder and his breathing faster. I could sense he was going to cum fairly soon. I took his cock out of my mouth.
“I was going to cum,” he said.
“I know,” I smiled.
“But I don’t want to cum there?”
“No, I gulped probably sounding so innocent.
“I said that I want your arse James.”
That send shudders of such extreme sexual desire through that I felt I might cum just thinking about it.
He grinned. “On your stomach,” he said. It was hard to lie flat with my swollen timber stuck to my belly, but I made it work with his help, by him placing a pillow under me, thus raising my bum.
“Open ’em James” he said smacking my bum
He scrambled around for more oil and slapped some on my ass. Then he eased a finger inside, then two. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. Yes.”
The springs of the gurney squealed as he joined me on top of it. He pushed my thighs further and then I could feel him toying with me, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Then the tip found my hole until he pressed it gently inside me.
“I know it’s your first time,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.”
Gentle? It fucking hurt! ”
“Easy, don’t clench. Back up on my cock slowly” he told me as he an his hands up and down my back.
I managed to relax my butt muscles and he slid in further. All my instincts told me to push him out, but the more I struggled with it, the further he made his way in until most of his cock must have been up me. Although I felt full to overflowing, I managed relaxed a little more. It was painful, but it felt good, too, better than my butt plug did in the shower.
“Good,” he said, and started to pull it out a bit. He made it almost all the way out, then thrust back inside, gently. “That’s it,” he said, and pushed it further inside again. He rhythmically fucked me in the ass. He put his hands on my shoulders and fucked me harder and harder. I groaned. I could barely stand the pain, but just the thought of him fucking me hard made my cock even harder. His breathing hastened and he started to lurch against me.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Ted said. He pulled out at the last second, my asshole puckering and screaming, and jacked off on my lower back. I could feel his slimy cum on my back and running down my ass crack.
“Ohhhhhhh, yes, yes, fucking yes,” he moaned. He collapsed on top of me, all 200 pounds of him. We sat like that for maybe two minutes. He almost crushed me.
“You didn’t get to cum,” he said, finally.
“No, not yet.” My cock was still solid.
“What would you like, a handjob, or for me to suck you off?” I thought for a second of my cum bursting into his waiting mouth, then said, “No, I think I’ll return the favor. On your stomach.” He hesitated, then got off me. I stood up beside the table, and he took my place. I found the lube beside the oil and rubbed some into his hole. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I give an awesome blowjob.”
“No, I’m sure.” I’d been wanting to fuck somebody for a long time. My girlfriends hadn’t let me, my isn’t keen. I’d never thought of trying with the guys at the gym or at a male massage place.. Maybe I should have.
I jumped up onto the gurney and moved behind him. He pulled away.
“What’s the matter? I asked.
“Like this, do it like this, get off the table.
I did as he said. “Help me move it against the wall.” I did. “Right that’s it” he told me sitting on the table and leaning backwards until his shoulders were against the wall. This pushed his are arse and legs forward. He lifted his knees up and opened his legs thus, presenting a wonderful of his ares to me.
“Do it like this, fuck me in this posyion
I placed the head of my cock against his asshole, as he had, then pressed it in slowly. His pucker wrapped around my cock as it found its way inside. Ted winced in pain.
“Back up on it,” I said. He did as he was told and eased back onto my throbbing hard cock, right down to my balls. I put my hands on his chest belly, he held his own cock and like that I started to fuck a man for te first time. I and started moving in and out of him, slowly. Holy shit it felt good. I moved in and out, his ass muscles finding new purchase on my cock as I pumped him. My breathing quickened, I wasn’t going to last long. I fucked him harder and harder. Then the door opened and closed and I froze for a second. It was Stacey. She put a finger over her lips to shush me.
“Keep going,” she said, quietly. She opened up her kimono, she was naked under it. She reached down and started fingering her mound. I fucked Ted harder now as I watched Stacey finger herself. “Hurry up,” he stammered. “Hurry up, man, it’s starting to hurt.” At that I fucked him harder. Shit, I was close. So close. Oh god, shit, fuck. I pulled out my cock and stroked myself all over his back. Line after line of silvery cum shot onto his ass. I almost collapsed in ecstasy. I looked over at Stacey. She, too, was cumming, jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy. I collapsed on top of Ted for a moment, and heard Stacey let herself out of the room. I got off the table and found my way to a chair. Ted got up and put his robe back on.
“My ass is going to hurt for days,” said Ted. “You know I’m supposed to charge you for all those extras. But I kind of got into it myself.”
“Really?” I said. “Maybe next time.”
Ted walked out the door. I put on my clothes, slid a couple of twenties onto the side table, and walked down the hallway, where several guys were waiting for their turn with Stacey or one of the other girls.
“Will I see you again soon,” asked Stacey at her desk. Ted was slumped in an armchair beside her.
“Absolutely.”
Car Sex –Nothing More, Nothing Less
Picked up, seduced and sucked – wonderful.
Most people who explore their bisexual side will have different reasons for doing it and why they decided to try it. I cannot even begin to explain why I tried it and to this day, many years later I still unable give a reasonable explanation of why I started. I think it was the need to explore and try new things.
It all started about six years ago when I was visiting family in the north of England. Kelly, my wife of just over twenty year couldn’t travel with me and I ended up going alone. I guessed that she would take advantage of the open nature of our marriage to ger herself fucked by one of her several admirer. We both knew that the other played away from home, but we never discussed it.
Iit was late afternoon when I arrived and I said my hello’s to my aunt and uncle with who I was staying. I went up to the spare room and unpacked my clothes and went downstairs for a meal which my aunt had prepared for me, after the meal we chit chatted about family for a while before I went upstairs for a shower.
I stripped off in the bathroom and admired myself in the mirror; I have often been told that I am fairly good looking, but continually need and seek reassurance. I stood looking at my six feet frame which was quite trim and my, more than six, but not quite seven inches of thick cock between my legs. ‘Not bad’ I thought to myself rather arrogantly.
I got into the antiquated shower, making a mental note to pay for them to have new one. After all they had as good as raised me after my parents split up. The warm water cascaded down my body and after my long drive, it was just what I wanted. I washed myself all over especially my groin which had become very hot and sweaty during the drive, I soaped over my cock and balls to the extent that I was becoming aroused, although I quickly snapped out of it when my aunt came into the bathroom to bring some fresh towels in for me.
I dried off in my room and looked what to wear. It was only a Wednesday night so I put on blue jeans, quite tight ones and an equally tight, white Polo shirt on. Although probably a little old for them I sipped on a pair of white canvas Converse andd headed downstairs>
“Hey James want a date” my aunt shouted.
“I wouldn’t be able to stay the pace” I joked with my seventy-five year old aunt.
“I bet you coukl you randy bugger” she replied. “Look we go to bed early so here’s a key for you to get in” she said as she pressed the key into my hand.
“Thanks I’ll try not to wake you both up” I replied. “I doubt I will late in this forlorn hole of a town.
“You will be surprised how much it has changed in the past few years” my uncle as she smiled sweetly and I headed through the front door.
I was staying near to the town centre so I had plenty of pubs to choose from. It was nearly nine when I got out so I only had a couple of hours to have a few beers. I went round a few of the pubs around the town centre and had to agree with my aunt they had changed. They were no longer the old fashioned boozers I remembere, but were smart and modern, with music and lost served food.
It got to past so I decided being as I felt ok I would go to a club for a few more drinks, the fact I was wearing trainers didn’t help and I was turned away at 2 clubs because of this, I was just about to head back to my aunts when I noticed some lights down a side street, I went down to have a look and there was a doorman stood outside so I figured it was a night club and I headed towards it.
I got to the door and the doorman put his arm across the door. ‘Oh great another fucking club with a no trainers rule,’ I thought. I looked at the doorman who said. “You know this is a gay club mate?”
Before I could sink this into my brain I just answered. “Yeah I do,” and without further ado, the doorman moved his arm away and I went inside.
By accident I had been to a couple of gay clubs in New York and by intent a couple of bars in Brewer and Old Compton Street in London’s Soho and had generally enjoyed myself. Although I had no intention of ‘doing anything’ I was, more and more nowadays becoming attracted to bi ideas! As I walked in my aunt’s description of the City centre struck home to me.
The place was smart and well decorated and furnished. It was a cellar bar with a flight of stairs down into the club. At the bottom there was a reception desk with a pretty girl behind it.
“That will ten pounds please” she said with a smile. I gave her a tenner and she breathed. “Thanks, if you need anything, just let me know.”
As I looked around the club taking in the long, narrow, bar at the far end and a dance floor in the middle with tables set for four and six round the club and a few banquettes along one side, I wondered whether she might be a tranny. I didn’t like to ask! I noticed that there were shelves on each wall and wondered what they for?
I wandered up to the bar and got myself a drink. Sitting on one of the empty bar stalls; I turned it so I was facing the club and looked round the room as I sipped my vodka.
Standing near me and off to one side from the bar were three guys who looked to be in their early twenties. Two of them had dark hair and were dressed casually like me and the third guy had blonde hair and was wearing a white shirt with a dark blue suit. They must have sawt me looking at them as one the dark haired guys smiled and raised his glass to me. I smiled back.
All three of them wondered over and the dark haired guy who had smiled at me said.
“Hi I’ve not seen you in here before.”
“I’m just visiting the area, I have never been here before” I replied. He smiled again as he looked me up and down and making eye contact, I felt quite wanted and that was nice for a totally insecure, mixed up person like me.
They talked mostly amongst themselves, but they involved me in the conversation occasionally, I went to the bar for another drink and when I returned only the blonde guy was there, he moved closer to me and rested his hand rather possessively on my bare arm just beneath my elbow, which I was seeing was what went in such a place. When I did not object ,he turned so he was facing me with our chests almost touching and ran his hand down my arm and onto the back of my hand. It was freakily arousing.
I was starting to get turned on just by his touching me.
“I have to go to the toilet” I said and headed off across the room. Standing at the urinals, it was only moments before the blonde guy came in and stood next to me. Taking his cock out, he made sure I got a good look at it.
“Can I give you a lift back to where you are staying” he asked?
“I’m not that far away” I answered. He looked right into my eyes at me and moved his hand away for me to see his cock again. He was big.
“So you wanna lift” he said with a smile.
“Ok” I replied.
“Meet me outside the club in five minutes” he said as he left the toilets.
As I stood outside the club I was questioning why I was going through with this, I was in two minds about it, one saying go now and the other saying let’s do it. He pulled up in his Audi and opened passenger door. I got in and we drove off
“So where are you staying” he asked?
“Near Jackson Road” I replied.
“Really there’s no hotels round there.”
As we drove the less than two miles I explained that I was staying with my aunt.
“I know a nice quiet place round there” he said, looking sideways at me, smiling again and adding. “Where we can er, um talk?”
We drove for a couple of minutes before he turned into a small industrial estate, mainly made up of warehouses. It was dark and deserted. Turning a few corners making me realise he had been here before he turned the car into a narrow about two to three hundred yards long. Driving to the end he did a three point turn, and reversed the car right into a corner, bordered by two buildingsand switched off the engine
Turning to face me, he slid his arm along the back of my seat and said.”See anyone for miles here James.”
“Yes” I gulped realising that I had taken many women, hookers included into such places.
His hand dropped onto my shoulder as I turned towards him. ‘This was it now’ I was thinking. ‘I am about to break new ground, but wondered just how much ground was about to broken?
I didn’t have to wait long for he leaned over further and enveloped my lips with is. I surprised myself by how quickly I accepted his advance and how soon I was into being snogged by a bloke. We kissed opened mouthed with our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. His hand moved to my knee and slid upwards until the side of it was against my bulge, that was, of course, getting larger by the moment. He felt it through my jeans and rubbed me there for a few moments as we continued kissing. Then surprisingly he broke the kiss.
“Hold on” he whispered fiddling under my seat that he moved back wards until I was nearly horizontal. He removed his jacket and shirt and then half perching on the centre console he began to undo my jeans. With my belt and zip undone and with no further ceremony he pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles.
“No Carl, we can’t here.”
“Yes we can, if anyone comes we will see them for ages and we just drive off.”
“You don’t mean naked do you?” I asked feeling surprised and probably sounding quite naïve, but then I was.
Holding my rigid cock in his hand he bent forward so that his mouth could reach my cock.
“Not unless you particularly want to be” he grinned licking the length of my cock and sliding his hand inside my Polo shirt and pinching my nipple.
His mouth was then onto my cock sucking it hard and licking it gently. He used his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers on me sending shudders of extreme sexual delight through me. He would break off from using his mouth to wank me firmly before returning to suck like I have never been sucked before.
I could feel myself ready to cum and placed my hands on his head which was a sign for him to suck harder, then I felt myself shooting into his mouth, he licked my cock making sure he got every drop.
“Mmmmm James that was lovely, you really are a fucking sexy tart aren’t you?”
“You can talk Carl, you did it” I smiled.
“Yes luv, but you let me.”
“Touche” I said as he slumped back into the driver’s seat with my cum still on his mouth.
He undid his pants and slid them down to reveal his hard cock which was nicely proportioned. He put his seat back down the same as mine and I knew what my job was now, that he confirmed with.
“Your turn now James.”
It seemed perfectly natural to lean over and take hold of his cock and put my mouth over it. Holding his heavy balls, I slid it in and began to suck. I sensed he might be able to tell I had never done this before, but the more I sucked the more he started to moan; while I had been fairly quiet as he fellated me he was very much the opposite.
“Oh yes that’s it suck it hard for me make me cum” he moaned as my mouth moved quickly over his stiff cock, his hands were now on the back of my head as he pushed my head even further onto him.
“Yesss that’s it taste it, taste you dirty tart” he shouted as I felt his body stiffen and my mouth felt his warm cum filling it, I thought I might choke ,but I managed to just swallow it like a natural and I finished off by licking his wet cockhead before lying back down.
We lay there for about five minutes and then another car pulled into the road. As Carl had said we had plenty of time to pull our trousers up and innocently as we could drive off. He dropped me near to my aunt’s house. I have never seen him again, not that I had any inclination to do so.