The summer after my first year at college I worked at a gym in a ritzy hotel in New York. I had the evening shift behind the desk, checking guests in and then closing the gym at midnight. After a few weeks I came to know some of the regulars. Daniel was one of them. He arrived at the gym late on Thursday night and was usually the last guest to leave before I closed up. On a couple of occasions we had chatted as he finished working out. He told me he lived in Miami and came to the city one day each week to meet with his New York clients.
I was chatting to him one Thursday night as he ran on the treadmill.
“How about coming up to my room for a drink after you’ve closed up?” he asked.
He wasn’t the first guy to ask me up to his room. It happened quite often and I had a pat answer. “Thanks, but no,” I said, “I have to be up early tomorrow.”
He smiled at me. “You probably get asked that a lot,” he said.
I smiled too. “Yes,” I said.
“And most times what they really mean is sex, not a drink.”
“I guess,” I said.
“I should have been more honest,” he said. “What if I asked you to come up to my room for sex? Would your answer be the same?”
I laughed. “Yes,” I said, “but I appreciate your honesty.” He laughed too.
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Next Thursday Daniel smiled at me as I checked him in. He asked me how my week had been; I asked him about his. Later, I stood talking to him when he was running on the treadmill.
“How about that drink?” he asked.
I laughed. “Got to get up early again.”
“Pity,” said. “I think we could have fun together.”
“But I’m not gay,” I said.
“Nor am I,” he said. “But maybe we should make an exception for each other.”
I was a little confused. “You’re not gay?”
“No,” said. “I love women. I mean, I’ve had sex with guys on a few occasions, but I don’t think of myself as gay.”
“What then? Bisexual?”
“Discerning. I like to have sex with pleasant attractive people. Like you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I said.
“It was worth a shot,” he said, laughing again. “You don’t mind if I keep asking, do you?”
“No,” I said, “as long as you don’t mind if I keep saying I’ve got to get up early.”
“We’ve got a deal,” he said.
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Next morning I managed to get a Skype connection with my girlfriend. The trouble is, Sharon isn’t much of a girlfriend at the moment because she’s spending the summer studying in Spain and Spain has a serious problem with internet connectivity. But today we got through and spent an hour or so chatting about what we were up to.
“So how’s the gym going?” she asked. “Still getting hit on by creepy old guys?”
“Yep, still the same,” I said. “But they’re not all creepy. There’s one guy who is trying to get me to come up to his room who is good-looking and seems nice.”
“So what happened?”
“Each time he comes to the gym he asks me to come up to his room to have sex with him.”
“So have you?”
“No! Of course not!” I exclaimed.
“Why not?” she asked. “If he’s good-looking and nice . . .”
“Well, maybe the little fact that I’m not gay has something to do with it,” I said.
“Having sex with him wouldn’t make you gay, would it?” she asked. “Unless it was really really good and made you stop liking girls.”
“And there’s also the further fact that I’m going out with you,” I said. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“But it wouldn’t be cheating if I said you could, would it?” she said. “And I give you permission to have sex with Mr. Good-Looking Nice Guy.”
“His name is Daniel,” I said, and immediately regretted it.
“So you’re on first name terms,” she said. “It’s almost as though you’re lovers already!”
“Stop teasing me!” I pleaded.
“Ok, ok!” she said. “Don’t be so sensitive.”
“I’m not being sensitive!” I said.
“Yes, you are,” she said, “but I’ll stop teasing you. And I would love to see you with another guy.”
“What! Why?” was all I could say.
“Why does anything turn anyone on? But as you’ve been telling me about Daniel hitting on you, I’ve been getting very horny thinking about you and him together. So if you do it, make a video!”
I was silent.
“Dave?” she asked. “Are you still there?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Did I shock you?” she asked.
“Maybe. A little,” I said.
“You are so cute,” she said. “And so shockable. You’re adorable.”
To my relief she then changed the subject. She told me she was going to the beach with some friends at the weekend, and how her roommate had persuaded her to buy a new bikini, and that she would send me some pictures, and how she missed me. Then she had to go to class and we hung up.
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Next Thursday evening I walked over to the treadmill where Daniel was running.
“So,” he said, smiling at me.
“Go ahead,” I said, “ask me.”
“Would you like to come up to my room to have sex with me?”
“No,” I said.
“Just no?” he asked. “Not, ‘No, I have to get up early tomorrow’? I don’t even get that excuse now?”
“No. I don’t have to get up early tomorrow. And I would like to come up to your room. But for a drink, not sex.”
“Really?” he asked. “That’s great! Well, not as great as sex. But maybe when you get there you’ll change your mind?”
“No,” I said. “A drink. No sex.”
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I closed up the gym and took the hotel elevator to the seventh floor. I knocked on Daniel’s door and he answered wearing one of the white fluffy dressing gowns that the hotel provides for its guests.
He poured me some white wine, and I sat on the armchair across from the bed where he was reclining.
“So welcome to my lair, young man,” he said. “Tell me why you changed your mind and came up for a drink.”
“Well, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t come for a drink. You’re a nice guy and I didn’t see why I shouldn’t. I thought I was being a bit stupid saying no.”
“No, not stupid,” he said. “But I’m glad you changed your mind.”
And then I started telling him about my conversation with Sharon. Not the details of course, but just how she made me think I was being a bit boring and silly in saying no, and that she said that he sounded like a nice guy and why wouldn’t I want to have a drink with him.
“She sounds like a very clever girl,” he said. “How long have you been going out?”
I told him about Sharon and how we had met and how much fun she was.
“She sounds great,” he said, and he told me about his wife and how he was crazy about her. And so I asked him whether he had told her about his thing for guys.
“Of course,” he said. “She loves hearing about it. It turns her on.”
“That’s what Sharon said!” I exclaimed, then regretted it.
“What did she say?” Daniel asked.
“Well, nothing really. Just that she would get turned on by seeing me with a guy.”
“So you discussed being with another guy? Anybody in particular?” he asked.
“No, no,” I stammered, “we were just talking in the abstract.”
He laughed again. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“That’s ok,” I said, then made a big show of looking at my watch. “I better go,” I said, and stood up.
Daniel got up from the bed and walked to the door. As he held the door open for me, the bulge in his dressing gown revealed that his cock was hard.
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“So how big was it?” Sharon asked a few days later when I managed to reach her when she got back from the beach.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see it,” I said.
“Was it a big bulge, a small bulge?”
“It seemed fairly big, but I don’t know.”
“Details. In the future, get the details!” she said.
“There won’t be any more details. Not about his cock, anyway,” I said.
“Boring,” she replied. “So tell me about Daniel. Is he nice?”
“Yes, he’s nice.”
“Describe him. What does he look like?”
“Why do you need to know?” I said. “He’s just someone I had a drink with.”
“David, stop being so dense! I want to know. Isn’t that enough?”
So I told her. He’s in his early forties; slim; his hair starting to show some grey; clean shaven; a handsome face; he has a nice laugh.
“Does he have a nice body?” she asked.
“I haven’t seen it!” I said.
“Well maybe next time you have a drink you’ll get a better idea,” she said.
I changed the subject. “Talking of nice bodies, when am I going to get the pics of you in your new bikini?”
“Ah,” she said. “I was waiting ’til we spoke so I could hear your reaction in real time. I’m sending them right now. Tell me when you get them.”
They were amazing. The top of the bikini barely covered her nipples, and the panties were cut high on her hips.
“Beautiful,” I said.
“You like then?” she asked.
“Very very exciting,” I said, my cock hardening as I looked at her body.
“It’s as small as you can get away with on the beaches around here. I got lots of attention.”
“I bet,” I said, then realized that I had sounded too jealous.
“Hey,” she said, “you think you’re the only one who can make guys get hard?”
“Ok, ok, fair enough,” I said, laughing. “It’s just that they got to see your body for real and I’m having to make do with the picture.”
“But the pictures are pretty good, aren’t they? Don’t they make you hard?”
“Yes, very.”
“So move the camera so I can see you play with yourself.”
I did, and masturbated as she watched.
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Sharon emailed me next Friday morning. “So?” she wrote.
“So what?” I answered.
“So details,” she replied.
“Oh details,” I answered.
“Don’t be a tease,” she replied.
“Ok, details then,” I said, and wrote the following:
Daniel asked me up for a drink and I said yes. He answered the door dressed just as he was the week before, and he poured me some wine. I sat down opposite the bed, just like last week. We started talking about our respective weeks. Just chit chat. He asked if I had heard from you, and I told him we had managed to Skype. He asked if I had told you that I had come up for a drink. I said I had told you, and he asked what you had said. I said you had asked for details.
He laughed and asked what details I had told you. I said I had told you what we had talked about, and that you had asked me to describe him. “What did you tell her?” he asked. I told him what I had told you. “I’m glad to be described as good looking!” he said. “What else did you say about me?” I guess the wine had kicked in a little at this point because I told him that I had told you that his cock was hard when he held the door open for me when I left.
Daniel laughed again. “You noticed!” he said. “How couldn’t I?” I replied. He said he was sorry; I said there was nothing to be sorry about.
He asked me what else I had talked about with you. I told him you had been to the beach and got lots of attention in your new bikini, and that you had sent me pictures. He asked whether I could see, so I showed him the pictures on my cell phone.
“You showed him!” Sharon interjected at this point.
Yes. Pictures of you taken on the beach. Nothing that hundreds of horny Spanish guys haven’t already seen, remember?
“Oh yes, ok, then,” she replied. “Did he like?”
Very much
“Then what?” she asked.
He asked me if I had masturbated while looking at them.
“And you said . . .?” she wrote.
I said that I had. That I had masturbated as you watched, and had masturbated a couple of other times later looking at the pictures.
“Baby!” she wrote. “What happened then?”
He was silent for a moment. Then he said that the thought of me masturbating for you was incredibly exciting to him. It was obvious: his cock was hard again and visible through the dressing gown. At that moment I had a strong urge to see it. So I told him that you had asked me to describe his cock; that you wanted details. “Do you really want to see it?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “Really.”
So he undid the gown and pulled it back to show me his body. I stared at his cock. For the first time since I met him he seemed a little embarrassed. “You like it?” he asked eventually. “Yes,” I said. “So how will you describe it to Sharon?” he asked. “Big,” I said. “Very hard.” I thought some more. “Very pretty,” I said. He laughed. “I like the idea of having a pretty cock,” he said. “And what about the rest of my body?” I took my eyes away from his cock and looked along the length of his body. His chest and shoulders were slim and defined, his stomach and groin were clean shaven, and his legs were long and muscled.
We didn’t speak for a while, my eyes on his body, his on me, trying to read my thoughts. Then, as I watched, his hand moved to his cock, and he held the shaft. Slowly he started to caress it. “Do you mind?” he asked. “No,” I said. He masturbated, slowly at first, then faster as his excitement grew. Then, suddenly, he said “I’m going to cum,” and as he uttered the words, long spurts of semen gushed from his cock over his stomach and chest.
I finished typing.
“More, more, more!” Sharon wrote.
“No more to tell,” I replied, “I left a few minutes later.”
“That’s SO exciting!” she wrote. “Did you enjoy watching him?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It was very interesting.”
“Interesting!” she replied. “You know what I meant David! Did it turn you on?”
I knew what she had meant, but was trying to delay the moment of my admission. “Yes,” I replied.
“Did you get hard?’ she asked.
“Yes,” I confessed.
“Good,” she said. “I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t.”
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Daniel had asked if he could text me. I said yes. I got a text from him the next day.
“Did you tell Sharon?”
“Yes,” I answered. Then, as an afterthought, I added, “Did you tell your wife?”
“Of course,” he replied.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“Ricki said you sounded very cute. She wants to see a picture of you.”
I didn’t respond. He texted me again Thursday morning. “Drink tonight?”
“Of course,” I responded.
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Daniel poured me some wine. “Ricki wants you to see this,” he said, and handed me his iPad. There was a picture on the screen of a couple naked on a bed. “You and Ricki?” I asked. “Yep,” he said. Daniel was on his back, his cock hard. Ricki was next to him, her hand on his cock, her mouth on his nipple.
“She is very pretty,” I said, admiring the curve of her slim body and her little breasts.
“Isn’t she?” he asked. “I was telling her how excited I had been masturbating in front of you last week, and she was stroking my cock. We were both so turned on.”
“I’m happy to contribute to your marital happiness,” I said.
“So how are you going to contribute tonight?” he asked laughing.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe I better drink my wine in order to get some good ideas.”
“If nothing occurs to you, Ricki had one,” Daniel said.
“Oh oh!” I said. “From what you’ve told me about her, I imagine she isn’t short of ideas.”
He laughed again. “You’re right,” he said. “But this one wasn’t so very kinky.”
“Ok. Tell me,” I said.
“It’s nothing much,” he said. “She just suggested that I ask you to undress for me.”
“Undress?”
“Yes, you know, just get naked. No touching or anything. Just naked in the same room together.”
“No touching? Just looking?”
“Yes, I promise!” He smiled at me. “At least, no touching you. I will definitely be touching myself.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe.”
“Oh please,” he said. “It will turn Ricki on so much and she and I will have such great sex. Would you really deny me that? And wouldn’t Sharon like to hear about it?”
I laughed. “Ok,” I said.
I put down the wine glass and stood up. “What first?” I asked, looking at him sprawled on the bed,
“Your shirt,” he said.
I was wearing a blue gym-issue polo shirt. I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor, and stood at the foot of the bed while Daniel looked at me. “Very pretty,” he said. “As pretty as I imagined you would be.”
“Now your sneakers and socks.” I took them off. “Now your pants.”
I undid my belt and the button at the top of my jeans and lowered the zip. Then, as he watched, I lowered my jeans and my underwear and stepped out of them. I stood naked in front of him.
“So beautiful,” he said. I moved towards the chair to sit down again. “Please, before you sit, just do one thing. Turn around for me. I want to see your cute little ass,” he said.
I turned around and felt his eyes on my ass. “Delicious,” he said. “A lot of women would kill to have an ass like that.”
I sat down on the chair facing the bed, trying to disguise my nervousness.
“Thank you for undressing David,” he said, suddenly serious. “But if you’re uncomfortable, please get dressed again. I don’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m ok,” I said. “It’s just odd to have another guy look at me when I’m naked. Especially when the other guy’s cock is as hard as yours.”
He laughed, looking down at the bulge in his dressing gown. “Do you mind if I take it out?” he asked.
I shook my head and he undid his dressing gown and took his cock in his hand. “Did you describe it to Sharon?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I told her it was amazingly big.”
“Huh” he said. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Ok,” I said. “I told her it was big and very pretty and shot out lots and lots of cum. And I told her you were completely shaved. She liked that a lot. She told me I should shave too.”
“Maybe,” he said, “but I like the blond hair you have around your cock. It looks good on you.”
I squirmed a little in the chair now the subject had turned to my cock. Daniel smiled his sweet smile at me. “Did Sharon ask you if you enjoyed watching me masturbate?”
I nodded.
“What did you say?”
“That I did.”
Daniel’s hand started moving on his cock, masturbating himself slowly.
“Did you say anything else?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I told her I got hard watching you.”
Confessing that to Daniel was like crossing a threshold. I had wanted to undress for him, but I feared what might follow, and I had been willing my cock to not give me away. But now, having told him, I stop trying to suppress it. As I watched his hand caress his erection, my cock began to stir and grow. Daniel said nothing, but watched as my cock grew until it was sticking up straight and hard. My legs had been clenched together in a vain attempt to hide my nakedness, but now I spread my legs and leaned back in the chair, exposing myself to him.
“David, you are so beautiful,” he said. “Will you play with your cock for me?”
I needed no further invitation, and my hand went to my cock. I watched Daniel masturbate as he watched my hand caress my cock. He came first, cum splashing over his stomach and chest. That sight brought my orgasm crashing through my body, and my semen shot out over my hand.
When my orgasm subsided, I found myself laughing. “What’s so funny?” Daniel asked.
“Just that I’ve never been naked with a guy before, and certainly never masturbated in front of a guy before, and thought that it should feel bizarre and perverted and weird. But it doesn’t at all. That’s what seems funny.”
“So how does it feel?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. “It feels natural that I should be doing this with you. It feels wonderful.”
“Not even a little kinky?” he asked. “Am I getting so boring?”
“Ok, Ok,” I laughed, “yes kinky. But not unnatural. Is that better.”
“It’s because we like each other. Sex with someone you like or love always feels natural.”
And sitting opposite him with both our cocks still dripping with cum did feel natural. I did like him, very much.
I looked at my watch. “I better be going,” I said. Daniel watched me dress, then opened the door for me. “Next week?” he asked. “Of course,” I answered. “Thanks for such a nice night,” he said.
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“So how was your date, baby?” Sharon asked when we Skyped at the weekend.
I was about to protest that it wasn’t a date, but then it struck that maybe she was right and it was a date. “It was nice,” I said.
“So tell me everything,” she said, “and I mean everything.”
So I told her. I told her about the picture of Daniel and Ricki. I told her how Daniel asked me to undress, and how I did so nervously. I told her that I confessed to Daniel that I had got hard last time when I watched him masturbate. I told her that he had asked me to masturbate for him. And I told her about the amazing orgasm I had when I saw him cum.
“Baby!” she exclaimed, “your first sex with a guy! How wonderful!”
“It wasn’t with a guy,” I said. “We were just in the same room together.”
She laughed. “If that’s how you want to describe what you were doing, that’s fine by me sweetie.” She asked me to describe Ricki to her, so I did. “She sounds very sexy,” she said. “She is,” I agreed. “So,” Sharon said, “if she gets to make requests, I can too. Right?”
“Maybe,” I said, hesitantly. “I suppose.”
“What power!” she said. “I’m going to have to think about what I want you two to do.”
“Nothing too kinky,” I said.
“I’m not sure you mean that,” she said. “I’m thinking that maybe Daniel and Ricki have changed you. I’m thinking that maybe they’ve awoken some kinkiness in you.”
I thought for a moment. Might she be right? “Is that good or bad?” I asked.
“It’s good, baby. I can’t wait for us to explore our kinky fantasies together,” she said. “And I can’t wait to hear about your next date with Daniel.”
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Ricki texted me on Monday. “David: You are very sweet! Thank you so much for undressing for Daniel. He told me how exciting it was to watch you masturbate. And I’m so glad you liked the picture of me and Daniel.”
“The picture was beautiful,” I replied.
“Were you nervous?” she asked.
“Yes, at first,” I said. “But I got so turned on by seeing Daniel masturbate that I couldn’t help myself and got hard.”
“Did you tell Sharon?” she asked.
“Yes. She loved hearing about it.”
“She sounds like a wonderful girl. You’re very lucky to find someone like that so young. I was 35 before I met Daniel.”
“She is very sweet,” I said. “I can’t wait for her to return.”
“When is she back?” Ricki asked.
“In two weeks,” I said.
“Will you still see Daniel then?” she asked.
I hadn’t even thought about that. “I don’t know,” I said. “It’s up to Sharon, I think.”
“Send me her email address. I’ll persuade her,” Ricki wrote.
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I was waiting nervously for Sharon’s request. I was half-hoping she had forgotten, but the other half of me was hoping that she hadn’t. I felt like I was embarked on a crazy adventure, half wanting it to end so I could get safely back to shore, and half hoping it would continue, wanting to know where it might end up.
She sent me an email Wednesday.
“David, baby,” she began, “here’s what I want you to do on your next date with Daniel. I want you to become lovers. Not just watch each other, but touch each other. I want you to hold his cock, to masturbate him, and to suck him. And I want you to let him do the same to you. I want him to cum all over you, maybe in your mouth. I want you to have the most amazing orgasm with his hands on your cock or your cock in his mouth. And I want to hear all about it, every detail of every caress and every lick and every suck. And photographs. I want a photo of you two making love together. Will you do this for me baby? Please?”
I read her email over and over. Could I really do what she wanted? I closed my eyes and remembered the last time with Daniel. I remembered the moment I stopped my resistance and allowed my cock to reflect my feelings. I remembered how it felt as I got hard, as Daniel watched my cock grow, how it felt when I moved my hand to my cock and started masturbating for him. And I realized that that was what I was doing: not just masturbating in the same room as him, but masturbating for him, showing him how excited he made me and how hard I was because I was naked with him. My cock started growing again as I remembered that evening. I replied to Sharon. “Yes. Yes to all of it. I love you sweetie.”
“I love you too David,” she replied.
And she added: “Ricki wrote to me. She is so sweet. We’ve become good friends already.”
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I was watching Daniel on the treadmill from my position behind the desk. When everyone else had left I walked over to him. He smiled at me. “You are looking very cute tonight,” he said.
“Maybe you’re just very horny,” I replied.
“Maybe you’ll find out later,” he said, then added quickly, “I am seeing you later, aren’t I?”
I laughed. “You imagine I could stay away after that orgasm I had last week?”
“I can’t wait to watch you masturbate again,” Daniel said.
“Maybe that’s not on tonight’s agenda,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because maybe somebody has requested something different,” I said.
“Sharon?”
I nodded.
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Daniel answered the door to his room again wearing the hotel dressing gown. He poured me some wine, and I sat down in my usual chair.
“Daniel,” I said, “can you take off that dressing gown? I’ve never seen your cock grow hard. It’s always erect when you open that gown.”
He took it off. His cock was semi-hard, and as I watched, it grew bigger and harder. I stood up and started to undress, more slowly this time than last, remembering to turn around so he could see my ass. By the time I turned back, I too was hard. This time I made no attempt to hide my erection. I sat back in the chair and spread my legs so he could see my excitement. My boldness, and his eyes on my cock, made me harder still.
“So here’s Sharon’s request,” I said. I read him her email.
“And what did you reply?” he asked.
“I said yes, to all of it.”
“Are you really sure?” he asked.
I stood up and walked towards him. He reached up and took my hands in his and drew me down towards him. He pulled me close. Our chests touched, then our cocks. His erection pressed against mine and our legs intertwined. Then he rolled me over so I was under him, and his hands explored my chest and stomach. He gently tweeked my nipple, and his mouth traced a path downwards, heading down to where I wanted so much to feel his lips. His hand moved to my cock, holding the shaft and lifting the tip to his mouth. He took me into his mouth and I felt the warmth of his tongue caress my erection and his firm hand stroke my shaft. I was moaning, knowing I couldn’t withstand it much longer. “Daniel,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum!” His mouth and his hand took me over the edge. I felt my semen shoot through my cock and spill in to his mouth as though in slow motion, as though I could feel my cum arising within me and forcing itself through my cock to splash through his lips and onto his tongue.
My orgasm subsided. Daniel took his mouth from my cock and gently kissed my lips. He held me in his arms, my head on his shoulder, his face turned towards mine. We didn’t speak for a few minutes. Then he kissed me again, more firmly, and his kiss sent a current of excitement through my body, from my lips to my cock, which jerked against his leg. “Wow,” he said, “that little kiss did that?” And he kissed me again, more insistently, and I opened my mouth so his tongue could touch mine. “Can you taste your cum?” he asked me, kissing me again, more deeply still. “I loved sucking your cock,” he said. “I loved feeling your cum shoot into my mouth.” His words spoken softly into my ear excited me again. His hand held my cock. I could feel it growing again with his kisses and his whispers and his caresses and the feel of his body pressing against mine. And now my hand sought out his cock, touching it, gently at first, then holding it more firmly. It was hard and warm, and felt so potent, so powerful, and I wanted so much to make it respond to my touch. Daniel exhaled a little gasp.
I sat up on the bed next to him, wanting to watch what I was doing to him, to mark it clearly in my memory so I wouldn’t forget how he looked the night we became lovers. Daniel reclined on the pillow watching my hand stroke his cock. “Is that good?” I asked him. “Should I go faster?” He laughed. “It’s good,” he said. “For your first time at gay sex, it’s wonderful.”
I gave him a dirty look. “You promised this wouldn’t make me gay,” I said. “Maybe I should stop right now.”
“I take it back,” he replied. “Stroking my cock won’t make you gay. But sucking it . . . I can’t promise what effect that will have on you.”
“Ok, Ok,” I said, “I’ll risk it. But I’m only going to do it because Sharon asked me to.”
“Sharon is a wonderful girl,” he said. His sentence trailed off into a soft moan as my lips brushed against his cock. I licked the tip very softly, collecting the wetness gently seeping from it on my tongue. I formed my lips around the tip and ran them slowly back and forth across him. His moans became longer and longer. I opened my mouth to take his cock inside me. My hand held his thick shaft and I stroked him more firmly. I pictured how his cock had gushed with semen when he masturbated for me and I wanted to feel that flood shooting deep into my mouth. Then his legs tensed, and his back arched, and with each stroke of my hand his cum shot into my mouth, spurting again and again, filling my mouth and splashing over my face and chin. “More,” he said, encouraging my hand to keep stroking him. “A little more.”
The tension in his body slowly subsided and he relaxed back onto the bed. I held his softening cock in my hand. He looked up at me and smiled to see my face covered with cum. He reached for me and pulled me down next to him. He kissed my lips. “You look like someone has just cum in your mouth,” he said. “Maybe this is the picture that we should send to Sharon,” I said. He reached for his phone, and took a picture of my cum-covered face. “Maybe she’ll think it wasn’t real,” he said, and knelt beside me, his cock inches from my mouth. I leaned up and took him in my mouth again, and he took another picture. “Now she’ll believe it was for real,” he said.
Daniel lay down next to me and we looked at the pictures. “That’s very cute,” he said of the picture of me with cum all over my face. “Hmm,” I said, not so sure. “I look a little of out of it.”
“Sucking my cock has that effect on people,” he said. “But this one I really love.”
Me too. His cock was deep in my mouth, and I was looking up at him with an expression of longing, as though I were begging him to fuck my mouth. “I look like such a slut,” I said.
“Don’t you?” he said. “That picture could appear on the cover of a book about cock-sucking sluts.”
“So maybe I won’t have to work at the gym all my life,” I replied.
He kissed me again. “Do you think Sharon will like them? he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “What about Ricki?”
“They’ll drive her crazy,” he said. “But what she really wants is a picture of your cock.” He handed me his phone and moved down on the bed until his head was next to my cock. He held my cock to his lips, posing for me to take the photograph. Then he kneeled next to me so his cock was against mine. He held both our cocks in his hand, his longer and thicker than mine. He stroked both of us together, our cocks rubbing against each other. “That’s what will take her over the edge,” he said as I took the picture.
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“And then what happened?” Sharon asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
“We talked. Then we made love again.”
“How? Tell me!” she insisted.
“He fucked me.”
Sharon was silent for a moment. “Fucked you? You mean Daniel fucked your ass?”
“Yes, he fucked my ass,” I said.
“My god! How did that happen?”
“I was stroking his cock as we were talking. He was almost ready to cum again, and I realized that I wanted him to cum on my ass not my hand.” I replied. “So I asked him to rub his cock along my ass and to cum over it.”
“Go on,” she said. “What happened?”
“I kneeled on the bed and he stood behind me, and slowly rubbed his cock along the length of my ass, up and down. It felt so amazing. Then, with each stroke, he paused over my opening, and pressed his cock slightly against me. His breathing got deeper and I sensed he was about to cum, and when he next pressed against my opening, I willed myself to open up for him. He slid into me, and then his hands grasped my ass, and he fucked me, with deep hard strokes, and came in me.”
“Baby!” she said. “I can’t believe he fucked you!”
“Nor could he,” I said. “He was so concerned. ‘I didn’t mean to,’ he said. ‘I was just pressing lightly, and all of a sudden . . .’ I told him I had wanted him to enter me and cum inside me and that it was amazing.”
“Was it?” she asked. “Was it amazing?”
“Yes,” I said. “It was so intense. My whole body tingled. But you know what was the best thing?”
“Tell me!”
“We made a video of the whole thing. Of Daniel fucking me.”
“Send it to me. At once. I mean immediately, David.”
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Daniel called me from Miami the next day as I was closing the gym. “How are you, sweetie?” he asked.
“You mean, how’s my ass after you had your way with me?” I replied.
“Ok then. How’s your cute ass after I accidentally fucked it?”
“It’s ok.”
“Just ok?”
“It’s a little sore,” I said. “But you can make it feel better by putting me on my knees and fucking me again.”
“Did you send Sharon the pictures?” Daniel asked.
“Yes. And the video.”
“And?” he asked.
“I think I managed to shock her. Just a little.”
“Congratulations! From being thought straight-laced to being fucked in the ass in a few short weeks!”
“It’s amazing what can happen when you meet Mr. Right,” I said.
“So you were saving your pretty ass for the right guy?”
“You think I’m the sort of boy who would get on his knees for anyone with a hard cock?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ve unleashed a cock-craving monster,” he said.
“Well, they would have to kiss as well as you. And ply me with white wine first.”
“So is Sharon ok with us seeing each other when she gets back?” he asked.
“Yes. Ricki persuaded her. But she has two conditions.”
“What are they?” he asked hesitantly.
“That she can watch us.”
“I would love that,” he said. “What’s the second condition?”
“That we watch her and Ricki together.”
“That does sound like a good deal, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“I think Sharon is determined that I can’t be kinkier than her.”
“That’s a competition I really want to help you win!” he said.
“I have some ideas,” I said. “See you Thursday.”