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Rememberances (mm,mf)
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REMEMBERANCES
I am not a writer, or at least I don't think of myself as one. I have
not lived a very exciting life, or at least I don't believe it's been very
exciting. I have had several very exciting sexual encounters in my life
however, and that is the purpose of these stories. If you like them, let me
know. If you don't, keep that to yourself. I have several gay experiences and
several straight ones. There is even an occasional bi-sexual experience. I will
write each one separately and they will all be available to anyone who cares to
have them. This one , REMEMBERANCES - NUMBER 1 , relates my very first gay
experience.
I was eighteen years old, and a senior in high school. I only attended
school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses
as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they
showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year
old with a perpetual erection. I used to go to the theatre every thursday
afternoon, the day the new features started. I would sit in the theatre, watch
all I could stand and then jack-off two or three times before catching the bus
home. Pretty standard behavior for a teen-ager but still very exciting.
One particular afternoon I was watching a film allegedly about nurses,
and some janitor at the hospital who had a way of catching them in the nude. A
real farce now, but bold for the times. I was sitting in my usual seat, a
couple of seats in from the end of the row almost down front. I had discovered
that you could do anything there without being seen. Actually they probably
didn't care what anyone did but I did not realize that until much later in
life.
Any of you who have ever been to a theatre of this type knows what the
bathroom looked like. It had a urinal and a stall. There was a hole in the wall
of the stall, between the toilet and the urinal. I really had no idea of the
purpose of the hole and often wondered how it got there. There was always
someone in the stall, but I never felt the need to sit down in there anyway so
I paid very little attention until I started reading the writing on the wall.
"Show hard for blow job", "Stick hard through hole for blow job" , "Man in back
row will suck your dick, just show hard" all the usual writing.
This particular afternoon I was very horny as the movies finally
started showing sex acts "simulated" and this was almost too much for an
eighteen year old boy to watch. I was standing at the urinal, with a hard-on,
trying to piss. I glanced at the hole in the wall and saw lips and tongue at
the hole. The tongue was licking the lips. Then the lips opened in a round
shape. Believe it or not, I did not know what this meant but I almost blew my
load just watching this mouth on the other side of the wall. I could not go, so
I lit a cigarette and smoked it as I walked around in the bathroom. My hard-on
eventually went down, then I was able to piss and leave the bathroom. The sight
of that mouth never left my mind.
I went back to my seat and waited for someone else to go into the
restroom. Finally an "old man" , he must have been all of thirty but that was
old to me then, went in. He had been in there for about five minutes when I
decided to go back in. I had an idea now what the mouth and writing had in
common. I opened the door very carefully and went in. This man was turned to
the wall, with his dick stuck through the hole, and breathing very hard. I
coughed and he turned around, come shooting from his dick. I apologized and
fled. Now I knew "for sure" what the hole was for and I couldn't wait for my
turn to stick my dick through the hole. It was not to be that afternoon though.
I returned to my seat and took out my dick and softly stroked it. I
had to do it softly because I didn't want to come yet and if I had been the
least bit frantic about it I would have shot my load. As I watched the screen
and gently stroked my dick, a black boy about my age sat down right next to me.
I was caught ! I was going to jail and there was nothing I could do !
I lost my erection immediately but could not close my pants without this person
seeing me and turning me in. I was in a total state of panic and trying very
frantically to figure out what to do next, all the while afraid to move. I kept
my eyes glued to the screen, afraid to even look in his direction. After what
seemed like hours ,probably ten minutes, a hand touched my leg. I figured it
was by accident and I certainly did not want to call attention to it so I
continued to stare at the screen. This was apparently taken as a signal that it
was alright because the hand moved up my leg to my dick which immediately rose
to full (6") erection. The hand was cool and smooth and knew exactly what to
do.
I turned and saw, for the first time, a very handsome black teenager
sitting next to me. He was about my size, 5`10 and 135 lbs. He had a nice even
smile and a very sincere look on his face. He smiled at me and reached his hand
inside my pants to caress my balls. He turned back to the movie and continued
to stroke my dick, which was about to burst. He pulled a handkerchief from his
pocket, placed it over the head of my dick and masturbated me to climax. It
took all of about ten seconds, as He knew it would. When I was completely
drained he removed the handkerchief and slid to the floor in front of the seat.
He took my dick in his mouth and cleaned it off, placed it in my pants, zipped
them up, kissed my dick through the pants and went into the bathroom.
I could not believe what had just happened, but I wanted it to happen
again. I watched the movie with one eye and the bathroom door with the other.
He finally came back out and sat back down next to me. We watched the film for
a while together and then I had to go to the bathroom. As I stood up he asked
if I would be back, I said yes and headed for the bathroom. I went to the
urinal and lit a cigarette. I pissed and stood against the wall, finishing my
cigarette when my new "friend" entered the bathroom. He looked in the stall,
which of course was occupied, and then came over to me. He asked me if I was
enjoying the movie and I said sure. We talked about it being so different from
the movies that we used to see. He seemed so very calm, as if nothing had
happened between us. I couldn't believe how calm, but I was getting another
hard-on just remembering his mouth on my dick. He glanced down and saw my pants
beginning to stick out. He reached out and stroked the front of my pants and
said let's go back and watch the movie.
We walked out of the bathroom and back to our seats. As soon as we
were seated he unzipped my pants and freed my hard dick. He stroked as we
watched. In a minute he was back down on the floor. He licked the shaft and
head, pulled my balls out and licked and kissed them. He really had me excited.
Then his mouth swallowed the entire shaft and I exploded. Not just came.
Exploded ! He swallowed and sucked, ever so gently. It was, without question,
the greatest feeling in my entire life and I will remember it forever. It was
the first of many different experiences in the movie theatre, but that's
another story.
Loaner-Tx
REMEMBERANCE #2
THE GLORY HOLE
After my experiences in Adult Theatres, related in Rememberance #1, I
became a constant customer. There were three adult theatres in my home town,
so it was three afternoons a week for me to see the "real thing". I stumbled
across something even better one afternoon when I was downtown. The Adult Book
Store.
This was an entire new world to me. I had seen "Girlie Mags" of course,
had several at home under the old mattress. Many an evening spent looking and
stroking, but that's another story. Here was an entire array of every possible
sex act, in "living color". The most fascinating thing was the movie room,
those arcade machines that ate quarters and showed you the most adult movies
anywhere. Adult book stores eventually replaced adult theatres for me because
there were new and different movies almost daily, and the booths were private
and excellent for jacking-off undisturbed.
It was not until several years later, when I moved to Austin that I
discovered the ultimate adult book store. I don't remember the real name but I
came to know it as "The Glory Hole". My first trip to this store still ranks
among my most memorable experiences.
When I first entered "The Glory Hole" I was amazed at the number of very
professionally done "Gay" magazines that were for sale there. Of course, there
were plenty of "Straight" books and magazines, including "Swedish Erotica"
which caught my attention as the most graphic magazine I had ever seen. There
was something else that really caught my eye. An entire separate building
within a building, housing approximately 50 movie booths, with maybe 10 or 15
devoted solely to "Gay" movies. I had never, in my life, seen a "gay" movie.
This was to be a tremendous experience for me.
Armed with a tremendous anticipation, and $5.00 in quarters, I went about
viewing the "Gay" movies. The first thing I noticed upon entering a booth was
the hole between the booths, a crudely cut hole about 3" across and about 30"
from the floor. Even to the uninitiated the reason for this hole was very
apparent. After viewing my first "Gay" movie I had a tremendous erection. It
was a very basic "Locker Room" type movie, with people sucking all over the
place but, never having seen this before, it was tremendously exciting. When I
exited the booth I still had a tremendous erection that, while not being all
that well endowed, was still clearly visible. This was when I noticed the
other people standing around the booths. They watched as each person exited,
apparently looking for erections. I walked around, obstensibly trying to make
up my mind which movie I wanted to see but, actually wanting my erection to be
noticed.
A young man about 18-19 years old appeared most interested but made no
real effort at contact, He just watched me everywhere I went. I finally
"decided" which movie to see next, went in and put in my quarter. I heard the
door on the next booth close and lock, and through the hole saw the light
from the machine come on. I don't remember which I paid more attention to, the
light through the hole or the movie that I was paying for. The light from the
other booth disappeared and it took me a minute to realize why, but suddenly
there were eyes at the hole. This was what I thought I wanted but I was unsure
of exactly what should happen next. I had an erection and my hand was touching
my hard cock through my trousers, the eyes never left the hole or my hand.
I turned my body slightly toward the hole to assure that those eyes had a
good view of the action in the booth. They were there, watching, never leaving
my hand or my hard cock. I decided that I would have to force the issue so I
slowly unzipped my pants and freed my hard cock. It felt exciting and a little
scary, which added to the excitement. I started to very slowly stoke my cock,
all the while watching the eyes at the hole. I had to be very careful because
I did not want to come in my own hand. I had other "places" in mind for that.
My heart dropped as the eyes left the hole. The light went out in the next
booth. After what seemed like a long time, probably only fifteen seconds the
light went back on and the eyes returned to the hole, but this time they
looked up at my face and saw me looking down at the hole. If there had been
any doubt as to my awareness of his watching, it was over now. He knew the
show was intentional and directed at him. The eyes were replaced by the mouth,
open and inviting. I turned towards the hole and put my cock into the mouth on
the other side. It was exquisite. A deep sucking motion with tongue swirling
the tip. I held back and enjoyed the sensations. My quarter ran out. Without
moving my cock I placed another quarter in the machine, totally unaware now of
what movie, if any, was playing.
The sensation in my cock became so intense that I could not hold back any
longer. I came with a massive force, maybe the most intense climax of my
entire life. He never missed a stroke, just sucked and swallowed, sucked and
swallowed. After he had drained me completely my cock slipped back through the
hole and the mouth, smiling, pulled away. I was not certain exactly what would
happen next. I put my cock away, dropped another quarter in the machine and
waited to see or hear anything that would tell me what was to come. I did not
have long to wait. The most beautiful cock I have ever seen, before or since,
came through the hole. Now what ? I was a passive partner, up until now. I had
no "Gay" experience. I certainly had never had a cock in my mouth, although I
must confess that the thought had crossed my mind.
I had spent a lot of time, since the theatre experience, wondering what it
would be like to suck a cock. I had thought that, if the right time and the
right cock ever came along, I might try it. Now here I was with what looked
like the "right" cock and what might even be the "right" time. Let me take a
moment to describe the "right" cock. Mine is about 6" long and maybe 2" around
when erected. Not exactly a mighty spear, but it serves the purpose. This one
must have been at least 10" long and it was all it could do to fit through the
hole. It was cut, as is mine, and perfectly straight, and as hard as anything
I have ever seen. It was beautifully pink all the way from the hole to the
violent purple tip. In a word it was perfect. I did not know exactly what to
do next, but I was determined to do something. I reached for this beautiful
cock, which was both extremely hot and incredibly smooth. The thing that I
remember most about this cock, other that it's great beauty, was how smooth
the skin was.
When my hand touched the cock it leaped. Not just jumped, leaped. I could
feel that he was on the verge of a major climax of his own. The time of
decision had arrived. I don't know why, but I could not put that beautiful
cock in my mouth. I guess years of "straight" upbringing just got in the way.
I was, however, determined that I would cause and witness his climax. I
stepped to the side and put both my hands around his cock and rolled them back
and forth until he came. His come shot the wall across from the hole, and he
came forever. I have never seen that much come at once in my life. I continued
to roll my hands and he continued to come. It was a truly remarkable
experience for me. I had made another man climax and I felt no shame or
remorse.
When He had finished coming he slid his beautiful cock back through the
hole. I heard his zipper and the door. Then he was gone. In a second there was
a knock on the door to my booth, I opened it and there he stood. He entered
quickly and closed the door. He smiled at me and thanked me for jacking him
off. I apologized for only using my hands. He said not to worry, he
understood. He must have understood because in the many times we met after
that he never asked me suck his cock, although I would always bring him to a
climax by hand. He told me to put another quarter in the machine, that we
would watch together.
His presence in the booth added to the hard that I had from stroking his
cock. My condition was obvious and you could tel that Bobby, that was his
name, was pleased and interested. As I watched the men on the screen I felt
bobby's hand on my cock. He also watched the screen as he gently stroked me.
His hand went to my belt buckle, he loosened that and undid the clip and
zipper. He lowered my pants and reached inside my jockey shorts to gently
stroke my cock, he lowered my shorts and dropped to his knees. He pushed me
close to the screen and knelt behind me. He started to kiss my ass and the
back of my legs as he reached around me and stroked my cock.
His tongue found my asshole and he plunged it deep into me as he stroked
my cock more aggressively. He knew I was about to climax. He grabbed my lower
body, turned me around so that my cock was in front of his hungry mouth. As he
took my cock into his mouth his finger massaged my asshole. As I started to
come he stuck his finger into my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I
again had a violent climax, which he swallowed with ease. I did not realize
that he had taken his own cock out until, as I climaxed, he stiffened and
climaxed from his own manipulations.
After he had sucked me completely dry and cleaned me with his mouth, he
pulled up my shorts and slacks for me. He handed me a piece of paper with his
name and phone number and told me to call him anytime I needed a good blow
job. Then he was gone. It was not until then that I noticed the eyes at the
hole !
REMEMBERANCES - NUMBER 3
THE BALCONY
As previously noted there were three adult theatres in my home town when I
was a senior in high school. This made it rather easy for me to spend many
afternoons viewing adult movies, and looking for blow jobs. No sense in
making any pretenses about it. After my first time, I was looking to get my
dick sucked as often as I could. There was one particular theatre which
became my favorite, not only because I always managed to get sucked there,
but because of the balcony.
This theatre was built to be a grand theatre, and I am sure that prior to
it's use as an adult movie house it had been the scene of all the great
classics. It was beautifully furnished and decorated. It also had something
that none of the other adult theatres had, A Balcony.
This balcony was very nicely furnished, with large comfortable seats. It
was set up in such a way that no matter where you sat, you could see the
screen. It was also very dark. Comfort and darkness were certainly it's most
attractive features.
As became my custom, I would enter the theatre and immediately head for
the restroom. I would read the "message wall" for any current dated messages
from guys looking for a dick to suck. I would follow the directions to where
they were seated and that was where I would sit and wait for the action to
start. One memorable afternoon the "message board" said show hard to guy in
booth for blow job. No problem, I usually got a hard on the minute I entered
the restroom (at eighteen, it don't take much !!). I glanced toward the booth
(these booths were at a right angle to the urinals with the doors facing the
urinals). Sure enough there was a face peeping through the crack beside the
door. I turned my body slightly, to give the best possible view, the face
smiled and disappeared. This was strange, not the usual come on, I waited a
minute, no face appeared, so I zipped up and left. Maybe he didn't like my
dick.
I went up to the balcony. The back row, in the corner, was empty so
that's where I decided to sit and watch for awhile. I watched the entire
first feature (there were always three) before returning to the restroom.
There were very few people in the theatre today and I thought that I might
have to jack-off today. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time and it did
provide relief.
When I returned to the restroom, the sign was still on the "message board"
and the same face was peeping through the crack to see who had entered. I
pissed and started to leave when I thought, what the hell, I stroked myself to
an erection and turned to face the booth. There was that face and that smile
but this time he spoke. "Where are you sitting ?". I told him and he said he
would see me there later. I bought a coke and returned to my seat, which
fortunately was still empty. The second feature had started and I pulled out
my cock and started to watch the movie. I had gotten to the point that I
always pulled out my cock when watching these movies. It was a good sign to
anyone interested and it was much more comfortable.
In a few minutes, the guy from the restroom came up and sat down next to
me. We talked about the movie, not very good, and just pretended to watch.
He didn't pretend to watch anything but my hard cock. Eventually he reached
over and stroked it and asked me if I would fuck him in the ass ! Another
first, no one had ever suggested that before and I wasn't altogether sure that
I wanted to do that. I told him that I had never done that and wasn't sure
that I wanted to. He asked me to think about it, and continued to stroke my
hard cock.
He told me to stand for a minute while he took my slacks and shorts off.
Then I sat back down, bare assed, while he dropped to the floor in front of
the seat. He put my legs over his shoulder and raised my ass off the seat. He
started by tongueing my asshole, then nuzzling and kissing the area just below
my balls. When he finally got to my cock he licked around the base and up and
down the sides without actually taking it in his mouth. He continued these
tactics, driving me crazy. Finally he sucked my cock into his mouth, but held
it very still for a minute. He knew how close I was and he was in no hurry.
This was incredible. The sensations were tremendous. I could feel the
come beginning to climb it's way to the top. Just as I was about to come he
literaly swallowed my cock and worked the muscles to pull the come from me.
It was fantastic. After I came he returned to his seat and I continued to sit
there with my pants off. He removed his own pants and began to stroke his own
cock. He came in about 5 seconds and wanted no help from me (I offered to
stroke it for him).
We both sat there awhile, naked, watching the movie. When he saw my cock
starting to erect again he stroked it to full hardness. Again, he asked me to
fuck him in the ass and again I explained that I had never done that before.
As he continued to stroke my cock he assured me that I would enjoy it
tremendously. At this point let me say that I had had sex with three girls by
this time in my life and I liked pussy. He told me that it was just like
pussy, only better. I have always believed that if god made anything better
than pussy he had kept it for himself, but I had decided to give this a try.
AIDS was not even heard of back then, so I didn't have a disease concern, just
not certain.
I asked how we would go about this, since there didn't appear to be enough
room in the seats for that kind of activity. He stated that we would stand
and he would bend over the seat in front and I could just ram it in ! No way!
I was not going to do that in the theatre. Too much chance of getting caught.
He said not to worry and took me to the edge of the balcony. There, right
beneath us, in the middle of the theatre were two guys, one bent over the seat
with a dick up his ass. Incredible !
We returned to our seats and he knelt in front of me. He sucked my dick to
it's full erection, left it very wet and turned around. He reached behind him
and placed my dick against his asshole. All I had to do was push. I shoved it
all the way home on the first stroke and I thought he would pass out, He
really loved it. I must admit that it did feel very good. He had excellent
control of his muscles and his ass hugged my dick like second skin. As I
pumped in and out he moaned, louder and louder. I reached around and put my
hand over his mouth to keep the noise down. After several strokes it did feel
like pussy (not really better). As I came closer to climax he moved and
groaned and moved and groaned. I must admit that I never fucked a girl that
seemed to enjoy it that much. When I came, it was great. At the same time,
he came all over the seat in front of him. He had not even touched himself
and got his rocks off. I had never seen that before.
When I removed my cock from his ass, he immediately turned around, went to
his knees and began to suck my now soft dick with a tremendous intensity. At
eighteen you can recover very fast. He knew that and he worked very hard. He
wanted another shot in his mouth before he went on to someone else and I could
not refuse him. He sucked, massaged my balls, and sucked some more. I could
not hold back any longer, I gave him the shot that he wanted and I almost
believe that he had tears in his eyes. Here was a guy doing something that he
really loved. When he had finished this 3rd climax of mine, he said he was
going back to the restroom. If I felt like it later, to come and see him
again. He would be there all afternoon and every thursday. I knew I would not
need to see him again that day but I also knew where I would spend my thursday
afternoons.
Loaner-Tx
REMEMBERANCE - PART 4
THE SCHOOLMATE
John was probably one of the best friends I ever had in school. Long
before the things related in this story, we were best of friends. We were in
the school band together, went everywhere together, spent the night at each
other's house. We did everything that teenage boys do, together.
As stated in story one, I had a very easy schedule in my senior year. I
needed only one subject, Science, to graduate. Where I went to school you had
to take four classes minimum. I had science, band, music appreciation and
library assistant. Needless to say, a very tough schedule.
John and I had library assistant together 3rd period. For those who are
not aware of what library assistants do, you catalog films and run projectors
for teachers who show films during class. When there were no films to show,
you spent your hour reviewing films, repairing them or just goofing off. The
girls who took library worked in the library assisting the librarian. The
boys never worked out in the library. We had a room where all the films, and
equipment, were stored. It was set up so that we could show the films, check
for breaks or just watch them.
After my first experience with the adult theatre, I developed a real
obsession with "Dirty Movies". I told John all about my trips there (well,
not all, at least not at first). He told me that his father had some movies
that he had brought back from France, after the war. He said they were great.
He thought he could sneak one out of the house, and we could show it during
our next free library period.
It was about a week later that we had a free period. John set up the film
and we watched it. It was really a strange movie. The woman was dusting
things around the house when all of a sudden a masked man grabbed her from
behind, tore off her clothes, forced her to suck his dick and then raped her.
He never took off the mask, or his clothes. I have since heard that a lot of
these were made this way, but at the time it was real exciting. Needless to
say, I got real excited. When the movie ended, John turned on the light and
looked at me. "You sure got hard" he stated. "Yes, I guess I did".
He suggested that I jack-off. Not that "we" jack-off, but that "I"
jack-off. This was a real strange request, but at first I didn't realize that
he meant just me, so I undid the zipper and released my hard dick. I looked
at John, waiting for him to release his, but he didn't. He just dropped to
his knees, in front of me, and started to stroke my dick.
I was shocked ! I had known John for years and never suspected that he
was gay. He stroked my dick for a few seconds and asked if he could suck it.
You can bet I let him, and in a very brief time filled his mouth with my hot
come, which he swallowed and continued to suck until my dick was soft. He
placed it in my pants, zipped them up and stood in front of me. He told me
that he had wanted to do that for a long time, but had always been afraid that
I would call him "queer" and hate him. I reached out, touched the front of
his pants, and said that I did not hate him. He stepped back from me, and
stated that he did not expect anything in return. He didn't want anything
from me, except he wanted to suck me off anytime we had the chance.
I was really shocked, as I had decided that John was going to be the first
dick that I sucked. I had already decided, while he was sucking me, that I
wanted to try it with him. It never happened, in spite of the numerous times
after that day that we spent together, he never allowed me to even see his
dick, much less suck it.
We still spent the night at each other's house, only now it took on a
whole new meaning. I told John about the black guy at the theatre and he
sucked me off. I told john about fucking the guy in the ass, and he sucked me
off. It never mattered what we did, where we went, or anything else. It
always ended the same, John would remove my pants and suck me off, as many
times as I could stand. He loved for me to come in his mouth, he loved to
swallow the come, and he loved to hold my cock in his mouth until it was soft.
I am still not sure that I understand about John, but I did find out how
he got started. His father had started on him when he was a very little boy.
He would take John's pants off and play with his little cock. He did this for
years before John was old enough to understand what was going on. When john
was, according to his father, old enough to participate he was taught to touch
and stroke his father's cock until he would shoot. John learned to love the
feel of a cock. He loved the way his father's cock got hard, the way it would
shoot the cum up on his belly, as he laid back and allowed John to jack him
off.
When John was about thirteen his father taught him how to suck cock. He
laid John on the bed, nude, and took John's small cock in his mouth. He
sucked for a very long time but John had not reached the age where he could
respond with a load of cum. Then he made John do the same for him. When he
shot his load in John's mouth, he told him to swallow. John swallowed, and
has been swallowing ever since. John has never told me the reason that he will
not let anyone touch his dick, except his dad, and I finally stopped asking.
He offered to tell his dad about us, but I was not interested in his dad. I
was really amazed that John still loved his father, but he did.
When I would spend the night at John's house, I often had the feeling that
his father was watching. I never caught him looking, and I guess that he was
afraid to approach anyone else's son, so he never bothered me. When John and
I would go to bed, we would look at nudist magazines that his father had.
John would look at the magazine with me, for a while. Then he would pull off
my pajama bottoms and slowly suck and lick my dick, until I would explode. He
really knew how to drag it out, and when I finally came, it was always a real
strong shot. We would go to sleep, but I would wake during the night with my
hard dick in John's mouth and he would suck me off again. Then when his
mother called us in the morning, He would suck me off again before we went to
breakfast.
It made no difference to John where we were. If the opportunity arrived,
he would have my dick in his mouth. We were really inseparable for a long
while after that until I went away to school. John stayed home and went to
work. When I met my wife, and quit school, and returned home, John showed up.
I told him that I was getting married and that we could still be friends, but
that was all. He said sure, that he understood.
Mt wife and I were married and moved into a house not far from where I had
grown up. John would come by and visit often, my wife really liked John, and
was glad that he came over as much as he did. John would help us around the
house, eat dinner with us, watch TV with us and then sleep on the couch in our
living room. This went on for over a year before John decided that he just
couldn't take it anymore. One night while staying at our house, he sneaked
into our bedroom, hours after we had gone to bed. I always kick the covers
off at night, and I always sleep in my jockey shorts. When I woke up, my
shorts were pulled out of the way and John had my dick in his mouth, slowly
sucking. I pulled away and motioned for him to leave the room, I slid out of
bed and followed him into the living room.
I acted like I was very angry with him, not only for sneaking into our
room, but for endangering my marriage like that. He stated that he didn't
think it would endanger my marriage and that he just wanted to suck my dick.
I looked back into the bedroom, to be sure that my wife was still asleep.
I returned to the living room and allowed John to lower my underwear and suck
my cock. My wife sucked my cock for me, whenever I wanted, but not as good as
John. He knew what to do, and She had been a virgin when I married her. Sex,
with her, was great. What she lacked in experience she made up for in
enthusiasm. She always tries hard to please, but still has not mastered the
art of cock-sucking. What she had mastered was the art of understanding. As
I looked up while John sucked my cock, She was standing there, nude, and
watching. She had the most beautiful smile on her face.
She came over to where i was laying on the sofa, and sat on my face. This
was, without a doubt, the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. I
love my wife very much, but my sexual appetite is unbelievable. As John
sucked the cum from me, I sucked that lovely pussy the best that I had ever
sucked it, at least that's what she said later. When we finally took time,
later, to talk about what had happened she told me that she had always known
that John had more that just friendly feelings for me. She didn't pretend to
understand it, but she loved me and John, so she never gave any thought to
fighting it. She wondered why it took so long for something to happen.
Anyway, after John had sucked me off and I had sucked my wife's pussy
until she was shaking, she climbed off of me. She walked over to John and
pulled down his shorts. His cock was about the same size as mine, and for the
first time since we had been together, he had an erection. She knelt in front
of him, took his dick in her mouth, and sucked him off. I could not believe
what I was watching. Here was my wife, sucking off my best friend, and I was
enjoying watching them. It was, needless to say, a very long night. We
talked, sucked, fucked and enjoyed each other for many hours that night, and
many nights after that. It was not until my job transferred me west that we
had to stop seeing John. He did come to visit several times after we moved,
but eventually even that stopped. It did, however, lead to some other very
exciting things that I will try to relate in future episodes.
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