A gay sex stories: Jacking Off Another Guy Pt. 09
I watched Keith, leading Cindy to our bedroom, his cock pointing the way. Over his shoulder he told me to wait until I was summoned.
Feeling more comfortable in a now familiar position, I knelt as though he was sitting there in front of me.
A myriad of thoughts and emotions flooded my brain. Here I knelt, all made up and wearing a sexy outfit for Keith. But did he appreciate it? He said he did but escorting my wife down the hall to fuck her had me thinking that I was made a fool.
I tried to reconcile my fears, telling myself that Keith is a man’s man and it’s only natural for him to desire a real woman. The thought did nothing to ease the pain of my broken heart.
No one said I had to stay in one spot, so I went to the kitchen to pour myself a stiff drink. Just as I reached for the whiskey Cindy appeared. “Baby, it’s time,” she said softly through a smile.
“Time? Time for what? Time for me to watch Keith and you have sex?”
“No, baby girl,” she said taking my hand and gently pulling me. “It’s time for you to give your virginity to your man.”
God but he looked so handsome and so very sexy as he lay, propped up on my pillow, his beautiful cock hard and beckoning. “This is a man who truly deserves to be served,” I thought. “And he’s my man.”
He had me lay next to him, my head on his chest. Cindy was where I’d been so many times before. Keith and I watched my wife suck his cock. Sucking isn’t the right word. She was making love to his beautiful appendage.
“I love this,” Keith smiled at me. “My girls, my two slutty girls,” he managed to say as Cindy pleasured his cock.
I was almost jealous watching my wife do my man. Keith roughly turned my face to his. Our eyes met. My heart was pounding. My left hand was on his chest which quickly was pinned under my own chest when he pulled me in close for my first man kiss.
I guess Cindy stopped sucking his cock to watch because Keith broke our kiss. “No one said you could stop, girl.”
Cindy laughed and went back to pleasing our man.
Keith returned to kissing me. I wasn’t surprised when his tongue entered my mouth. I sucked on it like I had done to his cock many times. My dick strained against the plastic prison. This kissing was tons better than I could have ever imagined. But I hadn’t imagined it at all. The thought that Keith and I would be making out never entered my mind.
Being fucked by Keith was one thing. Making out with him was something entirely different. My man taking my boy-pussy and making it his was something I had recently longed for. But that, to me at least, was more of him showing his dominance.
Holding me, kissing me, and me kissing him back wasn’t so much D/s as it was purely homosexual love making and I was surprised that I liked it. I liked it so very much. I wondered how such a man, a real man like Keith was able to be so dominant, keeping me at his beck and call to serve and service him yet now was tenderly holding me, kissing me, feeling me up.
I heard myself moan when his hand held my bottom. Keith broke our kiss to have me lick his finger. Then, as he caressed my bottom, I felt that moistened finger probing, poking, and finally entering my body again.
“Mmmm, God, sir,” I moaned.
“My girl likes her pussy finger fucked,” he said rather than ask.
“Oh God yes sir,” I moaned again pressing my boy-pussy back to get more of him in me.
“Do you want your man to fuck you? I need you to tell me, bitch.”
It was my turn to look him right in his beautiful brown eyes. I smiled, gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “Please, sir, fuck me. Take my virgin pussy and make it yours. I want your big cock in me.”
Keith pulled me over his body with my pussy very near his erect and saliva coated cock. I felt a cool sensation and looked back underneath me to see my wife applying lubricant to both Keith’s cock and my boi-pussy. The pink plastic chastity, having worked its way out of my panty, hung low and snug on my dick.
I almost wept when I realized the significance of it all. Keith had taken possession of my dick and I was now giving him possession of my pussy. I was giving myself to my man. He would own me, body and soul.
With Cindy pulling my thong out of the way and holding his cock, Keith told me to push back. “Go on baby girl, get your sexy fat ass on your man’s cock.” I loved it when Keith talked dirty to me. It was so arousing.
My wife spread my butt cheeks as I settled back doing my best to impale myself on Keith’s love muscle.
I was making slow progress due in part because of how big my man is down there. I was also trying to minimize the pain that was searing my consciousness as the head of his cock passed my sphincter.
Cindy was rubbing my back and telling me to push out. “Ease yourself down on your man, baby,” she whispered. “The pain will pass, I promise.”
Keith held my hips and our eyes met as he pushed me down slowly then back up. He repeated this until he was fully inside me. Holding me still, he brought my face to his and we kissed passionately.
Using my hips for handles, Keith pulled and pushed my pussy up and down slowly. It took a while, seeming like forever before the pain began to subside and his cock began to feel wonderful in me. Being fucked started to feel good. I now understood what my wife was telling me about how fulfilled as a woman I’d feel when my man took me.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride that cock, “I heard my wife say as I rocked back and forth on Keith’s cock. “Be his bitch, johnnie. Show your man you’re his sexy girl.”
I had my hands on my man’s broad chest looking at him differently. I had never felt the way I did at that moment. Cindy would tell me later that what I was feeling was natural. “You were falling in love with the man who took your virginity, johnnie. It’s natural for a girl to feel that way about the man she let take her most valuable possession.”
I didn’t know that then. I only knew that Keith had become more special to me. I fucked up and down never taking my eyes off of his. Well, that was until he pulled me in for another kiss.
I felt Keith push his hips up forcing his cock deep in me. I was filled like never before and the sensation on my prostate was too much. Even in my chastity tube, my dick spurted as I squealed in ecstasy into Keith’s mouth.
“Uh, uh, Oh God,” I cried out in a passionate scream. “Fuck me, sir. God, I love it.”
I was oblivious to everything but my man and his cock as Keith flipped me over and raised my legs in the crooks of his elbows. Looking down on me, he grimaced and gritted his teeth, “I’m fucking my sexy bitch, making her mine.” he growled.
His tight abs pressed against the pink tube as he fucked me missionary style. His big balls dragged up and down my pussy as I relished every detail, every sensation of my de-flowering.
“I’m yours, sir. I am yours, fuck me, make me your woman, your slut.”
I was trying to speed up the tempo, but Keth was too much a man to let me. He controlled our fucking with slow, deliberate sawing in and out of me as I hugged him and begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted to feel him cum in me.