A gay story: Early Works – Gay Mode To whoever reads this story :
Firstly, please be warned that this is one of myearlier works.
This means that although I don’t give laundry-list descriptions, I do describe the characters in detail at times. … Sorry. m(_ _)m
(Originally this was the third story in a compilation of themed quick stories, each of which matched a certain literotica category. The compilation itself was based in a world where drugs were commonly used for mind control, sexual pleasure etc.)
Secondly,italics are used to indicate thoughts, and bold is used to indicate emphasis.
Finally, this story contains a whole bunch of husbands, one college student, and a lot of men pleasuring each other in various ways.
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Ysoi’s Early Works – Gay Mode
18/September/2054 ~20:00Hrs.
Part 01…
Nathan blushes. Looks down at the transparent grey stim-tube into which his cock has been inserted, held in place by straps locked about his hips. It squeezes him gently, vibrating quietly about his length; pulsing from one end to the other. His swollen knob and his balls beneath are the only visible evidence that it is not in fact a woman’s strap-on. It feels strange. Embarrassing. Good nevertheless. As if Julie were wanking him gently whilst running her tongue from base to tip. Her insistence on avoiding the leaking and glistening tip at once frustrating but also erotic.
When will she arrive? He had expected her to be waiting with the other women. Had expected to serve both her and her friends in this, his first impregnation orgy. Had looked forward to seeing her in ecstasy with no care as to who gave it to her or who she chose to go with. What did it matter so long as she was happy? He had only wanted to please her.
But now? The air is as warm and damp as he had been told to expect; but where he had anticipated the wonderful fragrances of aroused women and their assorted perfumes, there is instead nothing but the scent of freshly-washed men and equally cleansed but now damply glistening cocks. The scent of male pre-cum mixed with just the slightest fragrance of sperm. Where is she? Why isn’t she there already?
He had looked forward to feasting his eyes upon not just her gorgeous body but those of his friend’s lovers as well; but instead he finds that both she and they are nowhere to be seen. That the tired, panda-eyed university student who stands by the only door and who had strapped the stim-tube about his hips is the only woman to be seen. Janet wasn’t it? She’s short, delicate and still pretty despite her tired and unkempt appearance; but she’s also off-limits, a spectator rather than a participant, and so his attention turns to the board that stands beside her.
“An Observational Experiment into the Adaptability of Male Sexual Behaviour.”
Is there some kind of trick behind the words? Is there something that they hadn’t spotted behind the innocent facade? It had seemed like a chance too good to miss. Just an hour of their time in exchange for a night in the relative luxury of a VIP lounge; a chance for the whole department to indulge in an orgy of love with their own partners and lust with each other’s. He’d found both the images and their accompanying questions oddly unsettling though, for he had recalled emotions and feelings that he’d thought that he’d grown out of; and the absence of any women meant that there was nothing to push those memories from his mind.
How many times has he seen his friends naked? How many times has he joined them and their wives in bed, or invited them into his and Julie’s? He has seen them in passion and ecstasy, has seen them pissing and cumming and shown them as much as he has seen; and it seems easier to count the nights when Julie and himself have slept alone together than do the opposite. It makes sense therefore, that he should have no problem seeing them stood as he is now, but he feels both embarrassed and awkward regardless; and he sees the same emotions upon them. All uncertain. Many blushing. Hundreds of them in an endless sea about himself.
In reality he sees just five men besides himself, but the wall-screens are powered down and unlit; and so it seems as if he stands in the middle of an infinite landscape of masculinity. As if he stands in the midst of a forest of innumerable cocks. They range from as short and thin as Tom’s to as long as David’s and as fat as Harry’s, and they cover the whole range of what might be considered healthy and normal. They jut forward and upward without exception. They bob up and down and twitch as they strain towards women who are still inexplicably absent; and also, equally without exception, the quietly buzzing, high-tech codpieces cover their length from pubic hair to swollen and glistening helmet.
Alex, Dave, Eric, Harry, Tom. No sign of the jerk or his sycophantic buddy. No sign of the women who would normally by now be busy stroking themselves impatiently between their thighs, if not already fucking each other senseless.
Could it be that they had failed the scientists’ questions in some way? That they had detected some anomaly within their characters? Something that made them unsuitable for an impregnation orgy? He swallows. Feels dizzy with fear at the thought that he might not be worthy of his beautiful wife. Glances at where he knows unseen cameras gaze at those who stand within the room. At the staff who no doubt watch everything that their cold, glass eyes record. He knows that he’s not perfect. That he’s too weak. That despite his wife’s adoration and insistence that he never change, his face and long blonde hair make him look slightly feminine.
The letter said that it was an experiment in human sexuality, didn’t it? That after the questions they would be expected to indulge in a night of condom and contraceptive free sex. Could they have they decided that their experiment would go better with the far more masculine Tod and Jackson? Or perhaps that the women would be better off without their sperm?
He has no confidence to tell himself that it’s not possible, but he glances at the men who stand about him and he cannot believe that they too could have failed such an exam. They are all kind men, all polite or reasonably so; but who could question their worth as a male? Who could doubt that David was one of the most selfless men alive, or that for all of his youth, Alex had the kind of physique that was made for statues? Who could deny that any children sired by them would not only be genetically sound, but also well-loved and looked after?
“Nathan.”
He gives a start of surprise.
“Hi, Eric.” he swallows. Turns to where his toned and redheaded friend stands to his side. “It… It’s not what I was expecting…”
“Yeah. Same here.” his friend pauses; his normally ashen skin touched by scarlet at the cheeks. His breathing uneven and his eyes a touch unfocused despite the calmness with which he speaks. “Those questions were pretty weird, weren’t they.”
Just for an instant Nathan wonders anxiously what is wrong with his friend. Just for a single instant he fails to recognise the symptoms that the other presents, and then he blushes. Glances down without meaning to.
Fuck, he’s big.
His friend is close to cumming. He looks upward hurriedly. Tries to forget the trickle of thin, pale white fluid that dribbles out of his friend’s plump helmet. To ignore the way that his friend’s cock had thrust almost directly up at him as if ready to launch its sperm towards his face in a manner mimicking the films and photos that he had been shown.
Oh fuck…I don’t lean that way!
“Y-yeah… I… I…” he stutters. Swallows. Shudders as the insistent vibration about his manhood causes a blob of sperm to bubble up and out of him, then prays that it won’t take him all the way. That it won’t make him spray his seed across the handsome man who stands before him. “I thought you’d done some of these studies before… Is it… Is it normally like this afterwards?..”
“Just men?” Eric grins. Shakes his head. “No way. Normally it’s just fill out the surveys, get into the room and start shagging. Could be the girls are answering questions as well, but I thought this one was a men-only study…”
“And… And, uh… And these things?..”
He gestures without thinking. Sees the pink upon his friend’s face darken to scarlet as he glances down. Sees him swallow then shake his head.
“Definitelynot normal!”
“Oh…”
Silence. He realizes that Eric is still staring at his erection. That his gaze is moving across it. That rather than change the subject or laugh off his friend’s attention; his own gaze has moved to Eric’s far longer and slightly fatter manhood. He remembers the photos that the university-girl had shown him. Remembers films of men sucking other men to climax, of men accepting each other’s sperm across their faces. How many of the men from the photos could maintain their composure whilst deep-throating that wonderful –
Wonderful?! I don’t lean that way!..
He swallows. Banishes the thought hurriedly. Knows that his friend doesn’t leanthat way either. Even during their threesomes with Julie or Sara; even when one of them thrust into a woman’s arse whilst the other thrust into her pussy; they’d thought only of the beautiful woman between them, hadn’t they? He licks his suddenly dry lips. Remembers the way in which Eric’s cock never failed to slide along his own on its way into Julie or Sara. The way in which Eric would sometimes surprise him by lapping not just at his wife’s sodden pussy, but also at Nathan’s rigid cock half-buried within it; laughing that he had right of way by virtue of marriage. The way in which Sara had giggled that her husband was wanking him as he helped her to thrust her buttocks upon his shaft. The grin that Eric had given when he thanked him for returning the favour, their seed mingling in lines upon her firm, caramel-coloured buttocks.
It had all been nothing but mischievous fun, hadn’t it? It had always been purely heterosexual, hadn’t it? There couldn’t have been any desire for him behind it, could there? But what if there had been, though?
What if secretly Eric had always wanted to return to those long summer holidays that they had sworn to keep to themselves, to forget and move on from? To the carefree days of their youth when it had been nothing unusual for them to watch each other climax over a copy of penthouse? To compete as to who could cum the most times, or who could shoot his seed the furthest? To race to spray their sperm across a digestive as if competing in a game of soggy biscuit, only to laugh and share it afterwards. He feels his head swim at the thought.
No. Not Eric. He’s so tall. So strong. So insatiable when it comes to his wife. Fuck, they’ve finished many a night wanking off to movies of her with other women once she’s retired to bed in exhaustion. There’s no possibility that he could lean that way!
But himself?
He stares at his friend’s throbbing and jutting cock, oblivious to the time that has passed. Why is it that it fascinates him so strongly now? Why is it that he wonders whether Eric’s sperm tastes as wildly forbidden as it did all those years ago? That he thought of Eric during the not just unexpected but vaguely disturbing questions that they had been asked during the pre-admittance survey?
And what if Eric had been asked those same questions, and thought of him?
“I… I, uh… They asked if I would… If for Julie’s sake I would…”
He flushes. Fuck, he can’t say it. Can’t bring himself to admit it. He looks up, hoping for understanding; and when Eric looks up as if sensing his anxiety, their eyes meet and his friend nods his head ever-so-slightly.
“Me too. For Sara’s sake.”
“M-My own… And someone else’s… I said… I said I would swallow… For Julie…”
“Yeah. I said I’d do it as well…”
He feels his face burn. Feels not just a touch of comprehension, but a touch of relief as well. Sees a nervous smile upon his friend’s lips for the first time. Feels the vibrations about his cock subside so that they don’t cause the sudden stiffening of his cock to lead to its natural conclusion. He gasps and bites his lips. Closes his eyes for just a moment and sees a look of interest and something else upon Eric’s face when he opens them once more.
Something? Yes. Acceptance. Willing acceptance.
Oh fuck… Do you want me to do this, Julie?..
“Then… Then this… You think they want us to…”
“Honestly, I don’t see why they’d care. I’ve never heard of anything like this before. It’s not as if they can’t get any number of guys to fuck and suck each other senseless…” Eric pauses. Looks about himself at the men with whom they stand. At the defiant interest and anticipation that has in part replaced the earlier uncertainty. “Tod isn’t here though… Nor Jackson…”
“Then they’ve got rid of two homophobic jerks…”
“Yeah!..” Eric laughs. Shakes his head. “I can’t believe it, but…”
“Everyone here said yeah?.. At least in return for something…”
“Yeah. I think the girls are probably going to have their fun without us tonight.”
“And us?..”
Us. It hangs in the air.Us, as in them and the men, orus as in just them? They both blush. Glance away from each other. See hundreds of men stood in pairs; blushing or laughing, their cocks erect and thrusting wetly towards each other regardless.
“For Julie and Sara?..”
Nathan. His voice a whisper. He’s helpless to stop himself from glancing up and down the man who has been his friend since childhood. His eyes catching Eric’s once more as he tries to look upwards hastily. His heart skipping a beat at the sight of his friend’s tongue between his lips, of his eyes anxious but attentive. Willing to see how far they will be forced to go.
Only for them?.. Not just because it’shim?..
“I… I’d swallow… Even if -”
The door opens then closes behind William, and with the entry of their friend, the lights start to dim and fade to nothing.
Part 02…
“Firstly… Uh, gentlemen?.. Here please?”
Her voice is little more than a whisper. She coughs. Raises a hand and waits for the greetings and chatter to stop, then steps away from the wall against which she had pressed herself. “Um… Firstly, I… I want to thank all of you for taking part in this… Ah… Um, hold on a bit, I’ll just… Uh, computer? Please activate screens?..”
“Activating Screens. No signal selected.”
A disembodied voice fills the room as the wall-screens flicker then come to life. Lit but blank. Their soft glow only a partial replacement for the lights that have switched off. The men suddenly only seven instead of hundreds; in almost total darkness rather than fully lit. She smiles nervously, as if proud that she has achieved some small victory; then pulls on a pair of thick-lensed spectacles before lifting her gaze towards them.
And then she blushes for the first time.
“Oh God.”
She gives a little squawk, looking downward immediately; then removes her spectacles before hiding herself behind a sheet of papers.
“Please… Please wait a bit…”
“We will, Janet.”
Dave. He’s not only their friend, but also both their boss and the oldest of them all. They stand in silence whilst the student calms her nerves; too eager to find out what is happening to do anything else; and in the absence of their voices the gentle buzzing of the contraptions about their cocks draws their attention to the cause of their uneven breathing. They wait for her to continue; but they do so knowing that just as they cannot help glancing at their companions’ wetly gleaming glans, so their companions glance at theirs as well.
“Uh, sorry… Um… Thank you… Um… I… I’ll just read the briefing if, uh, if that’s okay…”
“Go on.”
“Thank you, uh… Thank you David. Everyone.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Just take your time.”
The men respond as one; their voices calm and understanding despite their desire to find out what is happening; but they grin at each other at the same time. Raise their eyebrows and nod their heads in silent appreciation; wondering what the diminutive student might look like undressed, or how she might react to the attention of their wives.
“Thank you…” her voice is, if possible, even quieter; and she keeps her eyes downward. “Um… Well… You have no doubt noticed that there are fewer of you stood here than sat within the waiting room. It says. Um… Those of you who are here are here because you have not only passed a psychological test with flying colours, but you because you have also been found to possess a devotion to your wives that is admirable. Those who are absent did not possess those qualities, and will not be offered the same opportunity as yourselves… Activate video – Ah… Um, Computer? Activate video feeds, please?”
“Activating Pre Assigned Video Feeds…”
The walls light up at her words, and regardless of their composure before the lights had started to dim, the seven men offer a chorus of awe and wonder at what they see. Their wives make love both playfully and passionately all about them; giggling in mischief and crying out in ecstasy; their cries drowning out those of the men. They are a tangle of shining faces and naked bodies; of splayed or clutching limbs; of thrusting fingers and toys; of lips that kiss and tongues that lick. They do so so wildly and with such abandon that not one of the men can feel confident that he knows exactly what his wife is doing or with whom; but they grin in delight and laugh in awe anyway.
“Holy fuck!..”
The young student’s whisper; caught so perfectly within a brief lull in the sounds of passion and ecstasy that the men cannot help but laugh despite themselves. She buries her head once more, lifting the papers so high that they see her chin and the swell of her tiny breasts below; then giggles before shaking her head and carrying on hurriedly.
“Um… Computer, please reduce volume to level 1!.. Ah… Sorry about that…” she giggles again, and she makes no sign of being aware of how many of her audience vow silently to get her if not into their marital bed, then at least into their wife’s arms. “Um… Anyway… These are the women that you love, and for whom you have all stated that you would step outside of your comfortable sexuality. It says. You have all stated that you would masturbate another man, or perform oral sex upon him, or even swallow his semen; and in exchange for group demonstrations of such we will bestow rewards of suitable value upon those who make love about you.”
The seven men flush as one, some wincing as well; but she shows the same lack of observational skills by carrying on regardless.
“No doubt you have some concerns as to why we would want to witness such things given how easily we could ask the same of homosexual men, or even pay actors to perform your roles. Please therefore be aware that whilst the required demonstrations are sexual in nature, we are interested in you on a personal level, and it is your attitude towards this exercise that we will be testing.”
“Um… As a demonstration of what we desire from you, and as an offering of goodwill to yourselves; we will upgrade your lover’s entry rights to unlimited for a period of one year; and in exchange your first task is to do nothing more than allow yourself to ejaculate at least once across a companion’s penis…” she pauses then. Swallows then lowers her papers a fraction to look at them with scarlet cheeks before hiding once more. “To make this even easier upon yourselves, you will find junction tubes within the cabinet. These will attach to the stim-tubes that have already been fitted to you and can, unlike the aforementioned, be set to stimulate you to climax rather than to hold back.”
Another chorus, but this time of shock.
“Regarding the terms of the exercises, it should be stated that all of the tasks are to be considered a group exercise; and you will be considered to have succeeded in the task only if each one of you achieves the stated objectives. Further, all tasks must be carried out upon the section of the floor outlined in – Ah. That’s wrong.” she pauses. Gestures vaguely towards them without moving out from her hiding place.
“It’s normally outlined, but today it’s that small black section with the cabinet… Um… Anyway… Moving outside of that area will result in instant failure. I, uh, I know it’s not tons of room, but, I think it’s so that the cameras can record it fully… Well, um… Those who wish not to take part may leave at any time safe in the knowledge that any achieved prizes will remain theirs; whilst those who remain may feel similarly reassured that all memories pertaining to this test will be wiped from the minds of any departing before they exit the centre. Furthermore, as stated prior to your participation, the results of all testing carried out today will be anonymized, and any anonymized data obtained will be shared only with the sponsor. Unless you have any questions, you have fifteen minutes to prepare yourselves, then fifteen minutes to perform the task specified. Um… Any questions?”
“Then, uh, I’ll go now… I’ll pop back in every now and again just to see how things are going… Thank you once more! Um… Computer, please start timer?”
“Now Starting Pre Task Timer…”
She escapes as soon as the computer responds, the door closing behind her as a timer appears superimposed upon the orgy that plays upon each wall; and for almost an entire minute the men stand in nervous silence. What should they do? How can they show that they’re willing but not eager? They flush, glancing at each other for some sign of a way forward; and only one of them is able to fully overcome his fear of ridicule or discrimination.
What would you want me to do, Barbara?
David. He glances about himself. Smiles quietly at the sight of his friends. They’re all young men. All good men with good wives. They’re uncertain and scared, though. Focused upon each other, upon what thrusts from between their thighs and upon the reaction of those whose opinion doesn’t matter rather than what truly count. Do they desire each other? Do they want to pleasure each other? He smiles again. Suspects that some do. Knows that one does. Suspects that some don’t. It doesn’t matter anyway.
He looks at the women who play so obscenely about them. At his wife giggling in delight between a younger woman’s thighs as another younger woman pounds a strap-on into her pussy from behind. Blushes at the sight as he imagines being able to offer her such pleasure again and again for a whole year.
He pads onto the black section of the floor and towards the cabinet whilst his friend’s catch their breath and blush and stare in silence. Do they think that he’ll denounce the whole thing as being obscene? He smiles. Feels certain that for all their anxiety, they’re just waiting for someone to make the first move; that though they’re not willing to risk stepping forward first, they’ll rush to join him even if other’s denounce him.
And so what if he has to touch or even suck a cock? It’s neither beautiful like Barbara nor desirable like the kind young women who frolic with her; but neither is it horrible or repellent. It’s just a stick of flesh. Little more than a boneless finger with a tube through which it can spit its owner’s sperm; and he sees no reason why he should worry about it doing so. He lifts the cabinet’s glass lid whilst his heart races regardless of his conviction; then reaches in to pick up a junction-tube before turning back to the men.
“Anyone mind if I give a speech?”
“You’ll do it anyway!”
“Just go for it, Dave.”
Tom then Eric.
“Yeah, I will.” he laughs, sits upon the cabinet with his cock jutting up before him then leans forward to meet their gazes. “Now, I know all of you; and I’ve always felt proud to consider you my mates. I know that you love your wives as much as I love my Barbara; and I also know that when your girl tells you that she wants to see your cock in another girl, you’re more-than-eager to please her.”
“No kidding, Dave!”
Tom. His words almost lost in the chorus of agreement with which the men greet David’s words. They grin as one, laughing and chuckling as they do so; and he waits for them to finish their agreement before letting his gaze travel across them once more.
“Now some people might say that that’s just what men do; but what I also know is that as much as you enjoy other girls, the one you want the most is the girl watching. The one frigging herself as she watches you, or being gobbled by another girl, or being fucked by another man. Sure, that new girl might be great, and I’m sure you want her to cum her brains out as well; but it’s not her smile you want the most. It’s not her thank-you that will make your day.”
He pauses once more then; but though they nod their heads in agreement, the six men stand in respectful silence whilst he swallows and licks his lips before continuing.
“Now I want to see Barbara likethat. Crying out as she cums. Squealing in delight as she makes someone else cum. As much as I wish that I could keep up with her, though, five or six times a day is my limit now… And don’t gloat that I’m just a middle-aged fart, ‘cos we all know that all of our limits put together are nothing compared to our girls!” they laugh at that, and he grins then carries on once more. “So what do I do? We don’t have enough room at home for that sort of action, and I can’t affordthis; and even though I could just let her attend one of the freebies, it’s never as good with strangers, is it… Well, now I’m looking at us stood here; and I’m thinking that as far as women go, we’re all prettymeh; but you’re my mates, and at least your clits are easy to find, and I’ll do whatever it takes to give herthat.”
“I’ll let you shoot off over me, or wank or suck you off if that’s what they tell me to do, and to be honest I’d be dead chuffed if you all had the best orgasms of your lives because you’re my mates and you deserve it, but I’ll think of Barbara as I’m doing it… And as for yourselves… Well, I know that there are some of you who like men now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if some will come to realize that you like men soon; and if you look at me or each other and think,hey, I wanna suck that cock, then I hope you’ll get stuck in and have the time of your life, and let Barbara and I take care of your girls anytime you want to do some more male-bonding!”
“Christ you can’t ‘alf waffle on, Dave!”
“Yes, and fuck you, Tom!” he laughs with them; and then they stare once more as he spreads his legs slightly before carefully but firmly easing a junction-tube onto his upward-thrust knob. Catching his breath as the tube locks onto that already wrapped about him. “God, that feels odd…” he gasps, licks his lips then looks up once more. “But right now, I can’t cum over my own knob, so if one of you wouldn’t mind?..”
They laugh once more then; and for all their previous nerves, they join him eagerly at the single cabinet.
Part 03…
“Christ, it’s fiddly!”
William. His laughter nervous. His hands shaking as he tries to aim his plump cock towards the silicone tube that has locked onto David’s stim-tube; his glistening, swollen glans bobbing up and down as he aims it towards the older man’s.
“Go on.”
The other men greet his anxiety with breathless whispers of encouragement. Swallow and lick their dry lips. Know that soon they too will ease their erect members towards another’s. That perhaps their seed will splash across the knob of a man who wants nothing more than to worship their manhood. That perhaps they might stand face-to-face with a man who would be more than happy to close that gap. To let his lips mirror the contact lower down.
“Don’t worry, mate.”
A whisper of encouragement from David. He pulls his hips backward gently when the younger man misses his target once more.
“Just pretend it’s Mary’s arsehole!”
Harry. For once it’s not Tom. A small burst of chuckling greeting his words. William pulling back then chuckling as well.
“An’ who says I wouldn’t rather it was Dave’s?!”
“Put a word in for me with Mary and I might let you do it!”
The five watching men laugh at the brief exchange, but it is tense with excitement and intrigue. Would they really do it? William grins then pushes forward once more. His aim steadier. His nerves calmed so that his aim is shaken only by his arousal and pounding heart. He places his swollen helmet against its target then looks upward. Meets David’s gaze as they hold their cock mere centimetres apart.
“Good. Now, gently…”
The soft tube expands about the younger man’s fatter knob, wrapping about it as if it is a woman’s mouth before stretching to lock onto William’s. It moves as if it is alive, shrinking about his knob until is as thin and transparent as a condom; and then it contracts length-ways, pulling the two men together.
“Fucking hell…”
A whispered exclamation from Alex. All seven men staring as the two now-shrink-wrapped knobs are pulled inexorably towards each other. They close together millimetre by millimetre, red lips toward red lips; and then both David and William shudder and catch their breath whilst their audience gasp as contact is made. It is as if their cocks are kissing, each swollen purple helmet thrust against the other; but rather than stop there the junction tube continues to contract.
“Oh God, that’s…”
“Woah!..”
Whimpers of pleasure mixed with gasps of awe and wonder. David grits his teeth and William bites his lip as their knobs vie for dominance within their silicone sheath. They balloon outwards as each is crushed with increasing force against the other, both twitching despite the efforts that each man makes to hold his manhood still; and then suddenly William’s jerks downward beneath Dave’s.
“Oh!…”
The two men gasp as one, their eyes widening and bodies tensing; but even before they have finished their gasps, William’s helmet slams to a stop directly beneath David’s. They shudder once more then, their knobs held so tightly together that they look like two flattened and glistening plums, a dribble of milky white escaping from each. They stand in silence with teeth clenched and eyes narrowed as their jerking cocks vibrate against each other; and their audience stand in equal silence, well aware of the struggle that the two endure. Will one of them climax? Will one of them shoot his seed into the pale white liquid that bathes their cocks? The two breathe raggedly, standing like that for almost ten seconds as a trickle of thick, white sperm oozes out of David’s cock, but then the moment of danger passes. They relax, catch their breath and grin at the men who watch in awe.
“Come on ya chickens!..”
“We’re in this together, aren’t we, mates.”
William then David.
“Then I’ll go next.”
Tom. He holds a junction-tube that is shaped like a “Y”, its three openings at equal angles to each other. He swallows then looks down. Grips his small cock and forces the tube about his blunt helmet until it locks onto the tube about his shaft; the two spare openings on either side, ready and waiting for their occupants.
Part 03…
What would it be like with two?
Nathan swallows hard. Cannot help but wonder what it would feel like to have not just one but two erect cocks pressed so hard against his own. He glances at Eric. At his long, fat cock and the drop of sperm that glistens upon its small, red opening. Would he do it as well? It shouldn’t matter. It should be of no importance whose cock spurts its seed across his, or alternatively whose cock he spurts his across; but he wants it to be Eric’s.
“I’ll do it.”
“And me.”
Alex and Harry. They look as flustered as he feels. Step forward until they face Tom from either side, their cocks not only long but thick as well; broad spears of flesh cloaked in silicone, thrusting determinedly towards Tom’s smaller and thinner manhood. They take their time, but the other men watch in silence, as aware of the younger man’s physical perfection as any woman.
Alex goes first. His hands shaking, his chest heaving. His golden eyes flickering uncertainly from his pale knob to Tom’s face. He stiffens as his knob finds the soft, velvety opening; swallows and stares as his cock jerks within his hand. Will he cum? The men catch their breath. Swallow and stare whilst he gasps as a blob of thick white jelly bubbles up out of him; another following the first to dribble down to where Tom’s penis no-doubt throbs within the still opaque tube.
“Sorry, Tom.” he whispers an apology once the danger has passed. Licks his lips and pushes his cock into the now-wet opening whilst his red-haired friend and supervisor holds his cock firm against his thrust. The junction-tube wraps itself about his knob almost eagerly, locking onto his stim-tube then turning transparent before sucking him towards the older man’s smaller knob; and the men watch with bated breath. Barring the extra opening it is almost exactly the same scene as they have just witnessed between David and William; but Alex is as young as he is handsome, and with that youth comes sensitivity.
“Count to ten!”
“Think of fish-face!”
He goes to grin at their casual advice, but he has no sooner started to do so than he is stopped by the sensation of his not only plump but rigid knob pushing against Tom’s. Can he hold back? Can he somehow resist both the vibrations about his long, gracefully curved shaft as well as the pressure of Tom’s far-smaller knob pushing and sliding wetly against his own? He whimpers out loud and blushes in shame whilst the older man shivers and grits his teeth, and he goes rigid when his knob is pulled onto the top of Tom’s; but to the men’s surprise he somehow avoids his climax.
“Well done, Alex.”
Tom. His voice unsteady. His words followed by a chorus of quiet congratulation before David offers his own.
“Good work,both of you…” he pauses. Looks down and wonders if they haven’t already started along the route to losing the first prize. “But there’s only one more junction-tube, and it’s a double.”
Part 04…
We’re so close.
He flushes. Stares at the long, broad cock that juts towards him. Feels dizzy as the small red lips kiss his own. As watery sperm bubbles up between them as if they’re French-kissing. It takes so long. It had seemed like an age whilst watching David and the other three, but now it takes even longer. He gasps and bites his lower lip as their tiny red lips kiss again and again. Imagines them shooting their sperm into each other as his cock swells even further and the stim-tube’s vibration slow to an almost complete stop.
“You okay, Nathan?”
He nods his head, unable to trust his voice.Oh God, Eric!.. He shudders and closes his eyes as his friend’s cock thrusts against his own. Remembers the time when they had used their cocks as swords in a mock-duel. When his growing frustration with Eric’s greater range and their growing arousal had caused them to use them as what must surely have counted as the world’s slowest pump-action shotguns instead.
Eric…
He breathes in his friend’s scent. Grins at the memory of his friend’s sperm splashing across his belly. Why had they stopped doing that? Why had they -… He opens his eyes wide. Stares at his still shuddering friend. He remembers their first threesome. Remembers a drunken night with a big-titted girl whose name he’d never learnt. Her hand upon his cock. Guiding him. Encouraging him. The all-consuming orgasm that had sent his sperm flying and splashing across his sleeping friend’s face. The daze in which he’d watched her ease his cock into Eric’s mouth, knowing that he chose to go along with her.
The horror and guilt that he’d felt the next morning. The fear with which he’d retreated from the suspicion that he might leanthat way. That the women in his life might not exceed the importance of his handsome, unsuspecting friend. That he might desire Eric even more than he desired them. That he might desire Eric as much as he desired the beautiful young woman who was for some reason seemingly intent on becoming his wife.
“I’m ready.”
Eric. Nathan flushes. Looks at his friend’s handsome face in a daze. Might Eric have harboured some feelings for himself as well? It seems preposterous but he wonders anyway. He decides that he’ll offer himself if Eric shows any enthusiasm during the tasks. That he’ll try to taste his sperm once more. God, he wants to cum so badly! He wishes that he could wank himself. That he could spray his seed across Eric then kneel down and accept his friend’s seed across his tongue in return. He wonders if it would be the end of their friendship if he offered to do so.
“Nathan?”
He blinks. Looks towards David. Recalls that Harry’s cock is still partially unsheathed. That they’ve decided to give Alex as much time as possible to calm his nerves.
“I’m… I’m ready.”
“Then Alex?”
“I’ll… I’ll try my best…”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve still got two minutes left, so just take your time.” David smiles. “Besides that, we’ve got fifteen minutes to do it, so from what I saw when you were with Barbara, you’ll have no problem even if you do cum.”
“Yeah!..”
With that Alex takes a deep breath. Grins and nods his head. Glances at where Harry stands patiently whilst the four men not attached to him watch in interest and the man stood just before him tries to calm his racing heart. Will Alex cum? Will he be the first to spurt his seed across another man’s cock? Despite the risk that his doing so might ruin cause them to fail the supposedly easy task, only he can hold his hand up and promise that he hopes wholeheartedly that he won’t.
One careful and cautious minute later Harry’s fat and swollen glans jerks upwards after vying futilely with Alex’s. It glides wetly across the younger man’s twitching manhood before jamming to a halt, sandwiching Alex’s helmet between itself and Tom’s; and with that exquisite friction Alex loses his battle.
“Oh fuck,I’m sorry!..”
He gasps, trembling like a leaf as his hips jerk helplessly; and with each sudden thrust of his impressive cock another burst of his thick white spunk spews into the tight silicone sheath; swirling and wrapping about the two that press against it. How many times have the men who stand grinning about him seen such a thing? How many times have they looked aside in apparent disinterest as a companion’s cock sprays its seed across a woman, or even into empty air? There is nothing new or uncommon about the sight of a friend climaxing, but the four spectators watch with emotions ranging from interest to awe and amusement to delight regardless.
Again and again his cock erupts into the clear silicone sheath as he clutches at Tom and Harry, his legs almost buckling beneath him. Again and again his cock jerks against the two that sandwich it whilst Harry and Tom gasp and grit their teeth and shudder against him. His sperm surges against and across the two cocks that have stiffened and swollen against him; a wave of heat against their glans that oozes thickly along their twitching shafts; and only then, when it is far too late, do the two older men realize their mistake. The warmth that swirls thickly about their cocks, the exquisite friction of Alex’s pulsing glans and jerking shaft combined with the knowledge that it is their young friend’s seed that warms them so, is more than both Harry and Tom can withstand.
“Oh my fucking God!..”
An awed whisper from Nathan, lost in the gasps of appreciation and cries of ecstasy that fill the room. His eyes wide, his heart pounding and his painfully rigid cock twitching in sympathy as Tom and Harry add their sperm to that which is already trapped against their flesh. He stares entranced as the three handsome men cum against each other, clutching each other tightly lest they fall; and even though he knows that it is an innocent embrace, he cannot help wondering what would happen if they were to kiss.
He imagines them French-kissing hungrily. Mouths open. Tongues duelling. Hands reaching down to stroke each other’s cum-drenched cocks before sliding wetly into each other’s mouths. David and William copying them, and then the pressure of Eric’s lips about his stiff cock focus his attention on his red-headed friend… He flushes immediately, stiffening and counting down from ten over and over until the moment of danger has passed; and then he sees his best friend not in a fantasy but in real life, his eyes shining and a smile upon his lips.
“I want -”
“Now Starting Timer for Task One…”
Eric’s whisper is cut short by the return of the computer’s artificial voice; but those two words play continually through Nathan’s lust-dazed mind until the activation of the junction-tube, and almost simultaneous onslaught of his climax, wipes his mind of all thought.
Part 05…
Fifteen minutes.
David grins. His eyes shut and his chest heaving. A shiver of post-orgasmic pleasure rippling through his body as he struggles to catch his breath. He feels the gently padded floor beneath his back. The weight of William’s naked and still youthful body above his own. His buttocks firm upon his thighs. His balls soft and warm between them. The slippery, greasy warmth of William’s cum mixing with that of his own; washing about his shrinking cock as the junction tube contracts even further in an effort to keep their cocks pressed together.
Christ, fifteen seconds would have sufficed.
He feels too weak to move. Feels drained both of sperm and energy. What wasthat?! The intensity of his orgasm had surprised him. The pulses of William’s cock against his own had spoken to some primitive joy deep within him; the heat and the thrust of the younger man’s powerful jets of sperm along the length of his shaft had seemed mind-blowingly intimate.
“You okay, Dave?”
William’s voice sounds breathless and unsteady. Shaken by the strength of the orgasm that had caused him to thrust his cock as far as it could go beneath his own despite the tightness with which they were held. He had spewed his cum along the pulsing base of David’s cock then; sending rivers of thick white jelly along the bulging ridge that ran beneath it; and in return David had squirted his seed not just along William’s cock but past the edge of the stim-tube and into the pubic hair beyond.
“Y-yeah…”
David stutters. Realizes that William is still not just hard but rigid beneath his cock. That were the stim-tube to be obliging and were his own cock not already against his belly, the handsome young man on top of him could with one easy thrust send his cum-drenched cock at least against if not into the hole that so far only Barbara had used.
Would it turn you on, darling?
He blushes at the thought. Smiles wryly.
Not as much as me taking him, right.
He smiles wryly. Thinks that he’d be worried about his wife’s obsession with getting him to stick his cock into other women if she didn’t also demand that he do the same to her afterwards.
He glances to where Eric is knelt over Nathan, their blatantly erect cocks glistening wetly within the sperm that the two had released almost immediately. Will they manage a second orgasm each? He smiles. Knows not only that they could easily do so but also that he should tell them to save their energy for whatever tasks await. He keeps his silence, though. How long till Eric gets to make his dream come true? He can’t help a grin. Knows that they’ll make a hot foursome with their wives. That there isn’t a man present who would try to stop them.
“Shall we copy them?”
A grin and a whisper from William, accompanied by a twitch of the cock that thrusts beneath his slowly growing manhood. David blinks. Looks up at the handsome young man who gazes down at him. Does he mean what he thinks –
“I’ll never choose you over Mary, Dave.” William interrupts his thoughts. Reaches down to trace his cock through the thin silicone that binds them together. Strokes and caresses it as it swells against his fingertips. “But there isn’t a man alive I’d choose over you, and there are plenty of women I’d choose you over. If you want us to use the stim-tubes again, I’ll do it. If you want me to suck your cock in front of everyone here, I’ll do that as well. Even if you just want to lie back, close your eyes and pretend I’m a random girl, I’d love nothing more than to make you cum over or in me.”
Oh God!..
David feels his heart stop. Realizes that even though he’d anticipated some of his friends wanting to get off with each other, he’d never seriously thought that one of his friend’s might wanthim. Should he say yes? Should he let his handsome young friend pleasure him? Should he let his handsome young friend stick his undeniably male organ into his mouth or arse? After-all,it’s just a stick of flesh.
His earlier thoughts seem so naive now, his previous composure so fragile. If William’s cock is just a stick of flesh, then aren’t Barbara’s pussy and arsehole just tubes? And if they are, then how does William’s mouth or arsehole differ from Barbara’s? His first thought is that he loves his wife whilst he only likes William, but what then of the hundreds of often nameless women who have taken his cock into themselves? What then of the times when women had sat upon and ridden his upward-thrusting cock in almost complete darkness regardless of the fact that he couldn’t even see them well enough to know whether or not he knew them?
“Fuck, you’re big.”
A barely-audible chuckle. David shakes his head at his indecision. Realizes that his cock has answered for him. Looks down to where his cock thrusts obscenely up at William. To where his once-more-swollen helmet thrusts at the ring of silicone that marks the start of the stim-tube and at the same time prevents his cock from pushing into the other’s jungle of curly black hair. To the fingers that brush against that hair as they stroke gently at the silicone that stretches across his glans.
Fuck it. It’ll make him happy.
“And you’re as hard as a rock.”
David grins. Feels his heart pound and a touch of heat upon his face. Is this how it started with Eric? He touches the fingers that stroke his manhood. Pauses before sliding his fingers down to the cock that quivers against his own. Traces its gentle curve upwards then lowers his hand until he can grip it almost tenderly. “You… I… I’ll suck you off, William.” he sees the younger man’s eyes go wide. Sees a grin of astonishment and delight appear upon his face. “I mean, I promise that by this weekend I’ll suck you off or wank you or do whatever you want; but please let me go slowly, okay?”
“Y-yeah.”
William nods his head. Licks his lips. Shivers and closes his eyes then bites his lower lip.
“And now? Wanking?” he wraps his fingers about David’s long, hard cock. Grips it gently. Admires the feel and warmth of it within his grasp and against his palm as he starts to move his hand up and down. So this is David’s. He grins. Wishes that he could remove the still-gently vibrating stim-tube. That he could feel the older man’s cum against his skin. Could feel more directly the hand that has started to move rapidly up and down his shaft.
“Oh fuck that’s good…”
He moans quietly in pleasure before realizing that his friend still hasn’t answered the by-now redundant question. Opens his eyes then smiles at the look of concentration and determination upon David’s face.
Why did he wait so long to admit that he desired the older man?!
He feels his cock shudder; feels his pulse pound in his ears; realizes they’re making no pretence. No attempt to hide what they’re doing. Their arms working hurriedly. Noisily. Hands moving rapidly; working together upon each other’s shafts. Groping and squeezing each other’s swollen knobs.
“Dave…”
He whimpers in pleasure. Feels his balls tighten against David’s. Feels David’s shaft shudder against his own. Reaches his free hand to stroke the older man’s handsome face. To trace his jaw and neck down to the small, erect nipples upon his firm chest. He sees David smile. Feels the older man’s spare hand move tenderly against his balls. Caressing and exploring them. Reaching further back to touch the very edge of his anus. William shivers and grins at the other man’s hesitant touch. He’ll let Dave take him there. Go down on Mary as he does so. Lick her sweet pussy as the older man pounds his cock into him.
“Promise… Promise you’ll fuck me in front of Mary…”
He whispers the words not through any desire for discretion but because he has no breath for anything louder. Sees David nod his head and smile then swoons at the thought of kissing him. At the thought of licking his lips. Of licking and sucking upon his tongue. Faster and faster their hands move upon each other’s cocks. They gaze eye-to-eye. Grin and nod their heads. Lick their lips as their eyes flutter closed.
“Oh God,that’s so good, Will’…”
“I’ve wanted you… For so fucking long… Dave!..”
A hissed whisper from William. He pants in pleasure and exertion, his chest heaving as his cock pulses against David’s palm; his own hand a blur upon his friend’s far longer cock. They’ll take their time later, worship and explore each other another time; but for now they wank each other almost frantically. It feels as if the sound of their wanking should deafen them; as if the force of it should shake the building to the ground; as if the pleasure might blow their minds.
“Will’! Oh God!..Oh God I’m close!..”
“Me too!”
Their cocks jerk against each other within their cum-lubricated sheath as blobs of sperm bubble up out of them. The motion of their hands turning erratic. Their arms aching. They carry on regardless though; staring at each other whenever they can open their eyes against the pleasure that assaults their minds; and then William jerks. Arches above David. Pants as if hyperventilating.
Oh God, he’s so handsome…
David. His eyes widening in wonder. His body suddenly tensing.
“I’m cumming Dave!”
“Oh Will’!..”
They clutch each other. Embrace tightly. Cry out in ecstasy against each other’s necks simultaneously. Hands spasming about cocks that pulse and jerk within their suddenly weak grasp. Jet after jet of sperm spurting towards the other. David’s cum once more catching in lines and blobs of white upon the younger man’s thick, jet black pubic hair as William’s gushes into that which already bathes their shafts.
“Oh!.. Oh, Dave!..”
“Will’!..”
They shudder together as the pleasure dies down. Whimper against each other’s hot flesh as they clutch at each other. Move as one till their lips touch. Gaze into each other’s eyes and pant as they kiss at first hungrily then gently. Tongues at first aggressive then cooperative. Grins upon their faces as their hands caress each other’s face and back.
“God that was good…” Dave; his cheeks scarlet and his eyes contented once they have finished the kiss. “I guess we’ll have to do this in front of Mary and Barbara, won’t we…”
“Yeah…” Will’ smiles, gazes at the older man. Has he ever seen Dave look so content in just two climaxes? He grins once more. Strokes the other’s brow and can’t help imagining what Dave’s cock will feel like within his arse even though he knows that they both need some time to rest, that their cocks will remain a jumble of soft flesh and cum for at least a few minutes. “She’s always told me to go after you, you know… We always imagine we’re in a foursome with you and Barbara… That you and I suck each other off as they gobble each other, and then I fuck her whilst you butt-fuck me and Barbara butt-fucks her…”
“God, Barbara would fuckin’ love that!..” David laughs quietly then. Strokes the younger man’s buttocks before suddenly pausing and smiling as he feels their combined seed start to dribble out of his stim-tube and into his pubic hair. “You know she’s got a thing about Mary’s bottom, don’t you?.. Every time we have a threesome she asks me if I did her from behind… If I say yes, she’s got my cock in her bottom quicker than I can blink, and if I say no I’m the one on my hands and knees with her strap-on in my butt!”
“I thought you’d been eager for Mary’s arse recently!” William laughs as well then grins suddenly. “How about we have a butt-fuck night asap?! Everyone gets to do everyone else!.. I know Mary would love that, and -”
“Task One Time Up.”
The computer interrupts him.
“Task One Failed.”
Part 06…
They stand in a line before Janet, their backs to the wall and their bodies forced together side-by-side by the limited space upon the black padding. Watch her in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she kneels before each of them in turn, unlocking then removing the sperm-drenched stim-tubes before cleaning their still-erect cocks.
“Ah… Um… I’m sorry…”
She apologises to each one in turn as she takes up her position before him; and even though it means that she has no way to avoid their cocks at far closer range than shocked her before, she keeps her eyes downward.
“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”
“Please don’t… It’s hardly your fault I couldn’t cum!”
Tom. He grins and laughs quietly as he looks down at her, but he blushes as well and his eyes look full of disappointment and regret.
Fuck! Why hadn’t he realized sooner that he was too sensitive to stand such stimulation so soon after orgasm?!
He curses himself inside, oblivious to the glance that the student throws towards him; but his anger turns to not just embarrassment but arousal within an instant.
Alex.
He swallows. Glances at the almost beautiful young man whose orgasm had driven him to a climax that would have had him on his knees were it not for the support that both he and Harry had given him. He had kept quiet even though the junction-tube had been too powerful, for he had been entranced by the sensation of Alex’s body so incredibly and intimately close to him. He had wanted nothing more than to see his friend climax and to feel his sperm squirting once more across his manhood; but by the time that breath-taking event had taken place his own cock had taken too much punishment to respond as it normally would.
“I’m sor-…”
She stops mid-sentence. Blinks and stares then blushes. Takes the torn remnants of the stim-tube that Eric holds out to her, then glances as if helpless to do otherwise at the long, fat and undeniably rigid cock that thrusts towards her.
“No… I’m sorry… I, uh… I tore it…” he flushes. Looks down and catches her gaze, then hesitates. Frowns. “I know… I mean, have I…” she looks at down at that, reaching for another cloth, and he blinks then shakes his head. “I’m sorry!.. Of, of course I’ll pay for it!..”
“Ah, no! You don’t have to…” she keeps her eyes upon his length, grasping it gently; then wipes her cloth from base to tip along the top before wrapping her the cloth about the swollen, purple helmet and rubbing it as if polishing it to a shine. “Um… It looks like this has been cleaned already?..”
A glance and a cheeky grin at Nathan.
The other men laugh good-naturedly as the two best friends flush scarlet; then protest the unfairness of her treatment as, rather than move on from Eric to Nathan, she instead leans forward and licks the former’s tiny red lips. He shudders, catching his breath as he does so; and then he tenses and closes his eyes as she leans further forward to engulf his knob within her mouth. She whirls her tongue about it before balancing herself with her hands upon his thighs and sucking at his swollen tip with all of her might, her cheeks hollowing with effort. She bobs her head up and down upon his length, working his cock deeper and deeper into her throat whilst the men grin and encourage her in delight; and then she can go no further. She turns her gaze upwards and towards Nathan, her nose in Eric’s copper-coloured pubic hair and his cock buried within her lips; then jerks her head backwards. She releases his cock with a popping sound and a gasp whilst Eric whimpers before her and the other men laugh and applaud her; and she grins once more up at Nathan.
“I’ll teach you how to do that if you want?..” she looks down once more then, “I’ll demonstrate on you as well if it helps…”
He nods his head eagerly in response, struck silent by what he has seen; and she grins, biting her lower lip, then idly flicks Nathan’s erect and twitching cock so that he gives a yelp of surprise whilst the other men laugh once more.
“I think I’ll leave this one till later.” she giggles, then stands up and pulls her spectacles on before sweeping her gaze across the seven handsome and naked men who stand grinning and shaking their heads before her. “Um… You failed task one, but if you’re okay to carry on then… Ah… The reward for task two is one month’s free entrance for each of your wives for each point that you earn… And the task is… Well… Starting from when I leave the room, you’ll hear the computer state a new technique or position every now and again; and you have to try to make another man cum in that way. Now, if he cums inside you then you’ll get one point, and if he cums on the floor you’ll get two points, but if he cums over you, you’ll get four points.”
They stare at her in shock as she hurries away then, their hearts stopped within their chests and their faces scarlet; and they turn to each other as the door slides closed.
“Oral Sex.”
A grin spreads amongst as if contagious. They nod their heads and beaming as they each other’s delight, and then David breaks the silence.
“Well, who’s up for a -”
He is the only one to speak, but he gives a gasp and stops mid-sentence. Bites his lip and shudders as Alex shows them all just how well his kinky and middle-aged wife has trained him to deep-throat her strap-on.
“Oh God, Alex!..”
And then a gasp ruffles David’s pubic hair as William does his best to engulf the beautiful knob of the young man who beat him to his goal. David groans once more as the young man swirls his tongue about his shaft; then closes his eyes and chuckles as all about him his friends close their mouths over another’s swollen cock, or gasp in pleasure as another closes his mouth about their own…
Part 07…
Seven men lie drained and contented upon a floor that was once pure black but is now criss-crossed with lines of milky white, and splattered with blobs of thick, jelly-like sperm.
“Can any of you cum again if you have half an hour or so?”
The attendant who had gone by the alias of Janet.
“No.”
“God, no way…”
The men reply as one, struggling to sit up as they do so, and she smiles, gazing at their limp and reddened cocks with none of her earlier reticence. She pads over to where the male half of her most frequent couple struggles to catch his breath, then squats easily and directly before him. Lifts her skirt and giggles without shyness or any hint of submissiveness as his eyes widen at her sparse, ash-blonde bush and the crinkly, glistening labia that protrude from her plump mound.
“Kaya?!”
“Yep!” she grins as the other men turn towards Eric in confusion, then lifts one finger to smear the black make-up that had been applied beneath her eyes before pulling off the wig beneath which her long, blonde hair had been carefully hidden. “Fooled you, didn’t I!” she giggles once more, dropping the wig before him, then runs one hand across the floor and licks it cheekily before standing up once more.
“Anyway, you did well, guys. At least for being guys, anyway. Nine internal cum-shots, including two at the same time into Nathan’s mouth that looked pretty fucking hot. Fourteen that went mainly on the floor, and thirty six that went mainly across each other; including one time when three of you came over William’s face at the same time, which was gorgeous; and another where five of you came over each other or the floor at the same time. All told, that’s a total of one hundred and eighty one points in just two and a half hours; or fifteen years and one month for all your girls, if that bit weren’t complete bollocks.”
Six men stare at her in shock. To her delight Eric just grins up at her instead, though, and she carries on before any of the others can think of a way to protest.
“The thing being, you see, there was never any study and there’s definitely no-one going to pay for a reward; but even if there was, to be honest keeping track of things likefifteen years and one friggin’ month is a pain in the arse. There is, however, a very small market for a bunch of guys like you to fuck each other senseless every month or so without anonymization; and in exchange for you doing so, we’ll give not just your wives but yourselves free access to the Centre for as long as you carry on shagging.” she grins then, gazing down at them jauntily, “So what do you reckon?”
“If Barbara agrees then I’m in.”
“Me too. With Sara’s permission anyway.”
“Same here.”
They agree to her terms without hesitation; and she smiles then looks down and shakes her head.
“Who do you think the market is?” she giggles at their wide-eyed stares, “You know you can use Automa to make a person completely oblivious to anything you want, don’t you? You just tell them, you can’t see this, you can’t hear this, you can’t evensmell this; and then you make sure they don’t bump into them!.. Well, you can see your wives now.”
She laughs then, but it is a good-natured laugh; and she beams in delight as the naked and beautiful women who have spent the last few hours getting off to the sight of their husbands following their every command rush forward to hug and kiss the seven astonished men.
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As always, if you’ve read this far then I thank and congratulate you! 🙂
Although this is an old story, if you have any suggestions reference style I would be grateful to hear them. m(_ _)m
Ysoi