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Christmas Past
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CHRISTMAS PAST
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I'd always known that there were certain men who held just as much
sexual fascination for me as women, the only trouble was I never had
the guts to find out what I should do about it and there are some
things one just does not tell a wife.
Allison and I had been married long enough for neither of us to
want to change things too much. She and I both worked for the same
company: I in the design department, she as the Managing Director's
personal secretary. Her appointment, it seems, was to stop his wife
suspecting him of any tomfoolery as Allison had known both of them for
far longer than she had known me and of course she was married to me.
But just why she married me I could never understand. It wasn't as
if I was ever going to be a high flyer. She could have had her pick of
the young junior executives if she wanted. But pick me she did and I
certainly had no say in the matter as she latched on, hauled me in and
landed me within a year of setting me as her target.
The only fly in the ointment was sex. She was so inhibited it was
just untrue. The missionary position was usually her limit and if I
asked her to get on top every now and then I would be met with a sur-
prised "now? Why?" As far as I knew, she had not slept with anybody
else -- ever -- and after several sessions with a therapist, she told
me that her inhibitions went too deep and the only cure was when she
finally learned to relax. But the therapy had seemed to work a little,
for during the past six months, she had certainly been a little more
willing than she had been before.
So we carried on in our rut with me becoming more and more frus-
trated as time went on.
It was the annual Christmas bash that solved both of our problems
at the same time, although neither of us anticipated it going the way
it did.
That year, the MD had decided to throw open the doors of his neo-
Georgian mansion in deepest Surrey as a special treat. The firm had
landed a big oil-dollar contract with Saudi Arabia which would keep
the company solvent for the next decade and ensure that there would be
no job losses. So, after the kids had been left in charge of her
mother, we got dressed up to the nines, made sure our overnight bags
were packed in the car and set off for the all-night party.
We were greeted at the door by Mike, the MD's butler and as we en-
tered the main hall, I noticed that things were already in full swing.
Couples were dancing, some were smooching and I caught sight of a pair
vanishing upstairs hand in hand.
It was quite a party. Allison drunk the champagne like water and I
was feeling pretty flushed myself. As the champagne took control of my
emotions the people in the room became more and more attractive as the
night went on.
One lad in the sales department caught my eye. He seemed to be all
on his own and had resisted all offers for a dance with some of the
prettier women in the room. He certainly was gorgeous, I thought as I
invited him over to our table for company. I was oddly pleased that he
accepted for although I had known him for the last couple of months
since he joined the firm from school, I had not really looked at him
closely and I liked what I saw.
When I returned to our table with him I realised that the drink
had affected Allison more than I thought, for the office romeo had
homed in on her and his attentions were not being brushed off too an-
grily. She was even teasingly encouraging him as his hand lay against
the edge of her dress.
I turned my attention towards young David. Far from looking as if
he was enjoying himself it seemed as if he was very sad about some-
thing and I felt he needed somebody to talk to. "What's up then
David?" I asked in concern. "Anything you want to tell me?" He was
stopped as he started to explain by Allison's raucous laughter at the
romeo's last joke. As she laughed, the romeo raised his hand to stop
her from falling on the floor. As he touched her, his hand seemed to
accidently rest on her left tit, as if to hold her in place.
To my shock, Allison did not object and actually moved her body
toward him as if she wanted the other one touched as well. "C'mon
Steve," she said to the romeo as she rose from the table in reaction
to the sounds of a smoochy number, "let's dance." Then, turning to me
she added: "You don't mind dear, do you?"
"Of course not," I said to her back as she disappeared onto the
dance floor. I turned back to young David, who was looking at me in
shock. "You know that bloke screws anything that moves," he said to
me. "Oh yeah?" I retorted. "How do you know? You don't believe every-
thing he says do you?"
"Well, he's had Shirley in accounts as well as Jackie and Sue in
marketing ... both at the same time." He paused. "And he had me ...
until yesterday, that is, when he dropped me for that awful Mike in
Packaging." Suddenly, he started to cry. I was stunned: "I didn't know
he was like that. I'd heard all the rumours about him. But I thought
it was women only."
I looked at the boy, for he couldn't have been more than seven-
teen. "Are you..." I hesitated. "Are you gay, David?"
"Well, I think I am," he said slowly. "I like being with men more
than women. And I Like older men ... like you."
It was out at last. I had really known about it for some time, but
didn't want to think about it. He used to sit at my table in the can-
teen whenever I was there, was constantly asking for my help and ad-
vice about all sorts of matters. But did I fancy him?
Then something caught my eye as I looked away from him and I saw
Allison creeping upstairs -- obviously in pursuit of the romeo.
"Right," I thought. "If she wants to get her end away, then so do I."
I turned to him "Come on David. Let's get out of here, where we can
talk in private." I led him by the hand towards the stairs.
As I reached the top with David in tow, I saw Allison vanish into
a bedroom and decided to move into the room where we would be staying
the night. There were no chairs, so we were forced to sit on the bed
together. Me at one end, David at the other.
"Now tell me all about it. What's been happening to you," I asked
in a husky voice, afraid to get too close, afraid at what was going to
happen, afraid of letting him know what was going through my mind.
He looked at me, paused and then decided to tell me. "I was twelve
when I seduced my father. Mother had been ill in hospital and we had
to cope on our own for ages. One day I walked into his bedroom and saw
him playing with himself. I walked over, took it in my hand and sucked
him off. Later he fucked me and we did it every day until my mum came
out of hospital, then he seemed to lose interest in me." He started to
cry again.
"I've tried it with girls and although it's okay, I really just
like sex with men. I've hung around toilets, but there are so few peo-
ple I actually fancy." I noticed that he had edged toward me on the
bed still crying. Then he threw himself at me and, I let him cry him-
self out. Suddenly he stopped and broke away. We could hear the noises
next door of Allison being well and truly fucked, the noise of the bed
springs coupled with her groaning began to turn me on.
I looked at David. "Right," I thought. "This is it." I pulled him
roughly toward me "Do you want me?" I asked and kissed him. His re-
sponse was warm -- and gratifying. He allowed his hand to creep up my
leg and grasp the outline of my by now erect prick.
I broke off. "Get undressed," I said. "Now." Without a word, he
undid his shirt, took off his jacket but left his trousers on as he
walked over to me. "Please," he said. "You have to do it. I have to
know." The zip was there. All I had to do was pull it down, but I
paused. "David," I said. "I am a married man. You know what this
means. It means that I wont be able to give you all my attention, but
I will give you as much as I can."
"I understand," he said huskily. "Please, I've fancied you for a
long time. I want you to take me. I want to feel you explode inside
me. I want your cock in my mouth. Please unzip me."
That was all the invitation I needed to hear. I took hold of the
zip and gently released his throbbing member through the vent. He
groaned and sank into my arms. Suddenly, I didn't care. I smothered
him with kisses. First his eyes, then his lips in a long, lingering
embrace, then I moved down his body. His right nipple reacted to the
gentle lap of my tongue while his left was given an extra-special
kiss. Then, it was the moment of truth ... And I didn't know what to
do next!
He seemed to sense my doubts. "Get undressed," he hissed. "Take
them all off and then just do what comes naturally." How could I
refuse? Within seconds I was as naked as he was and resumed the atten-
tion I was giving to his nipples. I began to move slowly down his body
and he groaned. Now I actually had his prick to suck. I tentatively
took his circumcised knob in my mouth, before taking more and more of
it in.
Within seconds I had its length almost down my throat. Gagging and
choking I sucked and licked as if there was no tomorrow, I tried to
get it all in, and felt him begin to writhe. "I can't .... Oh god, I
can't ..... I can't hold it!" he gasped. I couldn't reply, but nodded
my head and was immediately rewarded with a flood of hot, sticky spunk
down my gullet. David sighed with relief as I released his cock from
my mouth. I had to admit it, it tasted good!
"Now you," he said moving his body as if to suck me. I laid back
as his head began bobbing up and down on my prick. His hand crept
round to my arse and he pushed a finger in "That's great," I said as I
neared my climax. "Do you want me to come?"
"Oh no," he replied. "I want you to take me now." He looked at me.
"This is your chance. Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me long, put it all
in." He arched his legs towards his stomach and I climbed on board,
slowly easing myself into him. "Okay?" I asked. "Ohhhhh yessss," came
the reply as I moved fully into him. He winced at the attack a little,
but I was too far gone by now. I could hear Allison getting a second
screwing next door and I began to move in and out of the boy under-
neath me. I was in and fucking him like a piston with my climax get-
ting closer and closer.
As Allison screamed out her second orgasm, I screamed out too and
erupted into David, pumping what seemed like gallons of cum into the
arse of the boy below me. "That was great," said David as I slowly
pulled out and climbed off him. "I've wanted you for ages and now I
have you all to myself - don't I?"
I looked at him. My first gay lover. My first enjoyable sexual ex-
perience in years. What was I to do? I actually wanted him again and
again. My prick was getting harder, but I had to sort this out as soon
as possible. "David," I began. "Please," he interrupted. "If you are
going to say that this was just because of the drink, I'll kill my-
self. I know that you liked it and I liked it. What's wrong with
that?"
"I was going to say that I would like to see you again. But I just
don't know how I'm going to arrange it." Then I thought of Allison
next door with the romeo and suddenly an idea crossed my mind.
"Follow me," I said to the boy as I crept out of our bedroom door.
I burst in to the next bedroom expecting to see Allison still in bed
with the office romeo.
Instead, it was Allison and Stephanie, the chief typist. She had
this massive artificial prick strapped to her waist and was just about
to climb on top of Allison for a another fuck. Stephanie slowly in-
serted the hard member into Allison and I saw my wife responding as
she had never done for me.
As the pair fucked, I pushed David over a chair and slipped my
prick into David's arse again, and this time wanked him round the
front , only to see him jet his spunk across the room as I poured into
him and my wife shuddered with what must have been a massive orgasm.
Stephanie climbed off and I pulled out of David. "Allison!" I said.
"How long has this been going on?" She looked startled, then defiant.
"That's what has been my problem," she wailed. "I like girls as well
as guys that's what my therapist discovered. She said that I should
get laid by a girl to see if I really liked it." She looked defiant.
"And I do!"
I sat on the bed. "All that guff I told you about me needing to
relax was just that. Stephanie and I have been lovers for the past six
months and I now feel much better in bed with you." I looked at
Stephanie. "I'm shocked," I told her. "Why didn't anybody tell me?"
Then Allison noticed David standing by the door and looked at my
nakedness. I could actually see her putting two and two together. "You
don't mean..." She began to laugh. "You don't mean that this has been
your problem too?"
David and I still see each other regularly. Allison does not mind
and we have an arrangement where I stay in a hotel while Stephanie
visits. Of course, she must never know that Stephanie and I have been
lovers since I started at the firm.
There are, after all, some things one does not tell a wife...
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