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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok |
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| Introduction: Change in genre - perhaps a man can give me what cheating women no longer can: Sex and Love | ||
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A GAY START TO MY LIFE – Chapter 1 An old man, no sex for years with a cheating wife…I have known for a long time I wanted to be with a man; not brave enough, not outgoing enough…but then came the time: it was just the right thing to do…. (For Readers who might know me: one of my periodic genre changes which propelled itself into my mind and my fingers….) Part 1 I had nothing to do: no job to go to – retrenched years ago – washing done yesterday, ironing done this morning, vacuuming could be tomorrow’s fill-in for ‘something to do’…. So I clicked on one of my favourite reading sites forgaysex’ to find a story; it would not only take up time – which I had plenty of – but it usually meant I soon had pre-cum in my shorts; that not only gave me washing to do, but sometimes – sometimes – I even got a hardened cock, a very unusual event when around women these days’ today I wanted a story to make me hardened and wet. My wife of 8 years and I slept separately; she went to work, earned little and relied on me to provide the comforts from my investments and savings. She is the reason I had begun thinking of men as my savior for some fun, for some excitement, for some Romance before the end of my days. Romance was something I needed and craved, and every day – every night when I tried to sleep – it was a Man I thought would be the one to make me cry, make me happy, make me fulfilled: Make me Feel. I found a story, an older man not dissimilar to me and his first experience’ I was engrossed and my cock was engorged and my shorts were wet, but then the postman called out: “Khun Steve….” I was generally home every day, so we often saw each other, post for my house or not; he always had a smile, and I always tried to have a smile for him: even if he only spoke Thai and I could only speak a little of that language. Today, he had something he needed a signature for; I took little notice of my appearance as always – he always saw me in only shorts, no shirt at home, no underwear either, but today he was staring at my groin, and as I looked down: oh dear, I was certainly very wet, and my cock was certainly pushing out the wet spot a long way in my shorts! When he looked up to my face he was smiling, as usual, but his grew bigger when he saw my red, flushed face. “I need you Khun Steve” he said as he paused, “to sign here please.” He held out the electronic device to sign on, and I leaned on our short gate/fence while I did so; his hand held the device at the same time, and as I signed his fingers stroked my palm underneath. I swayed and the signature became a scribble, but it didn’t really matter after all, and he wrote my mobile number down as I quoted it. He took his protective helmet off and shook his hair; it was damp, and he was hot….and he was hot! “Wait, I will get you some water, nong” and I rushed into my house to grab a cold bottle from the fridge, slowing down as I walked out, not daring to look but hoping my cock had gone down, though I could feel it chafing inside my shorts: so it hadn’t gone down much. “Thank you, Khun” he said in his always gentle tones as I handed him the bottle; he took a long swallow as I watched him, his throat convulsing with the liquid, and it seemed so erotic, I moaned. He stopped drinking to look at me “I have 4 more sois and then it is my lunch-break time; could I come back and drink some more then, Khun Steve?” I nodded, my voice constricted for the moment; he screwed – oh me, I hoped! – the lid on the bottle and handed it back to me; I handled it like the Crown Jewels, wondering what his ‘Jewels’ would be like: I had no doubt his return would presage him making me his slave, and I had no doubt I would submit to him. He was back about 30 minutes later, parked out front, but I ran and opened the gates and he pushed his bike inside my courtyard, put it on the stand and pulled his helmet off. “When do you have to go” I asked. His smile lit up, “One hour, more….it’s ok; can I come in?” I ushered him inside and he first asked for the bathroom; I showed him mine off the kitchen, left him to close the door and went back to sit in my sofa chair, apprehensive/excited/aroused/scared….I didn’t know what I felt. Surprisingly, I heard the shower turn on and 10 minutes later, he came out, dry – he must have used my towel, I thought – and he was naked! His body was slim – I knew that already, even if under his uniform pants and coat – but he was also muscular, black-skinned, and his cock was thin and long and bobbing…at me! He pointed upstairs, and I could only nod: the bedrooms were up there. I closed the screen door and locked it, rushed to my bathroom to clean my teeth, wash my hands and face with soap, gargled Listerine, and I too took off my shorts, hung them on the door with his, and ran up the stairs. He was in the main bedroom, which we never used; a new king-sized bed, but my wife chose to sleep, dress, do her make-up and hair in the opposite smaller one – though both had air conditioning, and I just slept on the floor downstairs, with a fan to try and keep me cool. ‘He’ – what was his name? – was on the big bed in the master bedroom, as I said; he had turned on the fan in there, but it was still quite hot and wasn’t cool enough to do much about the cock sticking straight up from his groin. I gulped, gasped, moaned and groaned, and erotically: he was looking at my cock, raised to prominence by the sight of him, of his cock, but mine was bigger and he made the same noises as I bobbed into the room and closed the door. “I haven’t showered since this morning” I said, worried my body would be hot, sweaty, smelly; he smiled, motioned with his hand for me to come over, dismissing the worry. I did, standing at the bedside, but he reached out for my hand and pulled me onto the bed, holding me as he pulled me up to his side, and so close my skin touched his and it was like fireworks going off in my body and my brain and my cock and my feelings, and I had never felt such a phenomenon before! We didn’t talk much, both languages seemed superfluous in the face of lunch-time sex, as I guessed this was for ‘him’; as the beginner, I let him take the lead, and when he leaned in to me and kissed my neck, I groaned louder; when he moved his body more, his cock slid on my body, pre-cum slipping his movements; when his mouth came to mine, mine was open and waiting and his lips pressed on my lips, and his tongue entered and his body became joined with mine then, at that moment. He took my hand and gently enclosed his shaft in my fist, and moved my hand up and down: jacking him. I felt him, heard him, getting ready, and I made a sudden decision and lurched down to put my mouth over his cock. It wasn’t too big, too long or wide (not too much for my mouth and throat to accommodate), and I swallowed it as he began pumping, and I swallowed what came out the end, my tongue swirling it as he jerked, and I was immersed in my first gay sex. It was beautiful. He was young, and he spurted in my mouth many times and then he pulled me off and up to kiss him; another first as he slurped at my lips and drove his tongue inside my mouth to taste the sweetness of himself. (I had read many stories of cum swallowing, but I didn’t find it the least bit distasteful); I didn’t eat salt normally – perhaps cum was just the right amount of saltiness my body needed – but certainly there was no ‘bad’ taste’, and I drank it all, and now I savoured his saliva and lips and mouth. And my gentle hand on his cock, wanting it to rise again. As I said: he was young, and it took but a few minutes of my stroking and he rose into my hand, and then I knew what he wanted: I lifted myself, turned on to my hands and knees and put my head down, like a subordinate female doe or any other animal which recognised the dominance of a partner, and ‘he’ smiled under my head before rising himself and getting behind me. I wanted him - that was the key to my doorway, and he found it easily; his pre-cum slicked his cock’s head, and his mouth’s saliva slicked my rear hole until my puckered arse was opening and closing to his every touch. His cock began sliding up and down my crack, and I moaned; as he probed, I pushed my bottom back, my thoughts and feelings on nothing but the pleasure I felt: and I wanted more. I reached behind and found his cock, strong and straight and wet on the head: he wanted me, and I wanted him. I had never done anything like this before; never, but now I wanted to be loved, and fucked. I pulled his cock towards me, and he clearly was satisfied this is what I wanted: it was. But I also wanted to feel love, so I disengaged and rolled onto my back, opening my legs and dragging him back to his dominant, above me, position. My cock was still hard, pointing upwards, and I reached for him, for his buttocks, and pulled him to me, flattening my own cock along my abdomen, but getting his between my thighs, back to sliding up and down my slit – my man-cunt: I wanted to make love with him. If he could revive his cock after, then he could rut at/in to me in any position he chose, proving his dominance over me. I pulled him against me again, and his cock’s head slipped into my crack; I moaned; he was circumcised, and I could feel the slipperiness of it. I pushed against him, and he slipped further in, my virgin hole was now penetrated for the first time, and the fear disappeared – there was no fear when one wanted something so much. He wasn’t big in girth, and his length caused me no particular physical pain; it was magical what it did to my body and to my emotions, and all I could do was writhe under him, reach up to try and kiss him – anywhere I could reach – and push my hips up to get him inside me fully. His bushy groin showed me he was inside fully as it tickled my own and now he was in, he laid his torso down on my abdomen and chest, and our lips met again. I sucked his, him, hungrily, and opened my mouth to his tongue as I was opening y body to his cock. How could I have denied this pleasure for so many years? Oh, what a feeling he was, as he began to fuck me; I had no pain, but I could feel him 100%, driving his long, slim cock as far as he could inside me; he was my first lover, and I wanted to please him, so I pushed back in rhythm as he thrust up into me, and I played with his nipples, wishing I could kiss and suck them and, as he continued, I knew as I seemed to make a list of what I wanted future lovers, future fuckers of my body, to do: for their satisfaction, and mine. My Postman-lover didn’t last very long, before he was spent - but he had ejaculated in me; that had felt nice as I worked out what it was, but it hadn’t caused me to cum myself, only reinforced what I wanted next time – oh my yes, this was wonderful, but I was sure there were better times coming now that my ‘cherry’ had been broken. So now I could discard it, the virginity, and find a new fucker to sow the seeds for a better cherry. Part 2 My postman-virgin-taker took his leave soon afterwards, his lips on mine didn’t feel the same, and I was disappointed. I wanted a lover, not just a fucker (though getting fucked for the first time had been really nice, wonderful and fulfilling), and then my initiator into gay sex gave me a hint of a life which could come. “Sometimes, guys I work with or other friends of mine might need to come to this area; do you think, Khun Steve, they could stop off for a drink – it is hot, thirsty work out there....” The images flashed before my eyes: “Well, if they offered me a drink, anything they might have, I would certainly repay them with a drink of water or beer, the first time. If they needed to come back sometime, I would make my drink sweeter for them, sure – once I got to know them.” “And, nong, I will only ever be on the bottom; to tell you the truth: I want to be loved and fucked, not be the fucker.” I smiled, and he grinned in response. He nodded understanding, came to me and kissed me hard and deep, pulling away saying “I had better go back to work, see if all the guys we might like have gone home. Be seeing you, Khun Steve.” “By the way,” he added, “You can call me ‘Lover 1’ if you like; anyone who knows me and I think might like to know you, and you them, will be a numbered Lover after my ‘number 1’, ok?” I knew he meant it, and it only made me smile even more. Part 3 I went for a shower, figuring that would be normal for a first-fucked person, and afterwards lay down on my bed – downstairs, where I slept every afternoon and night. My arse felt a little sore, but nothing really, and my mind was roving through imaginary scenarios: it wasn’t conducive to sleep, but I kept my eyes closed as long as I could, and at least found I had ‘rested’ for 45 minutes when I decided ‘enough is enough’. I washed my face, brushed my long hair, cleaned my teeth and made my afternoon cafe; settling in to my sofa chair, I turned on all the Remote controls and found BBC News just starting. I reached for my cigarettes, lit one, and settled back with my cafe and the News. I was naked, having thrown my wet-spotted shorts in the washing basket and yet to go upstairs for a new pair – it didn’t matter: no-one ever called on me, and it was the quiet time of day. Perhaps 1 minute passed and a voice called from my gate “Khun Steve....?” I leaned up to see out the window; surprisingly it was my neighbour from the house opposite; how strange – we had hardly ever spoken. All I knew about him was: he was married, I think, and he had a very hot daughter, and he usually played golf Friday and Saturday every weekend! I had tried for some years to smile in order to elicit a return smile, but it was only in the past few months, when one or other of us had to move our opposite-parked cars to allow the big garbage truck to squeeze up our narrow soi, that he had at last begun to smile as one thanked the other, or motioned to the other that he would move his car today. Other than that: nothing from him or his family – perhaps 3 years now. But I smiled now, a neighbourly greeting – and he came in and headed for my open doorway! I had no shorts handy, nothing, so I said “Come in – no, just a moment please” and covered myself with the TV Magazine and one of my sofa pillows: there was little else I could do as I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my old shorts from the washing basket, thrusting one leg in and promptly falling over trying to put the other leg in. He called out “Are you ok?” as I moaned at the pain in my hip which had hit the floor first: my bony hip, with no fat to cushion the fall, was aching, and I lay there, prone, eyes closed, half-dressed, grimacing, embarrassed. “Can I help” a voice asked; “oh dear” was all I could respond; my shorts around my ankles, my hip aching, my neighbour – presumably – seeing my cock for the first time! I struggled, but couldn’t make it up, nor make it look respectable! “Don’t worry about me looking at you; I wait for you every night, when you turn off one light, turn on the one you read by, and strip off your shorts and crouch to your bed. Sorry, but I see your nakedness every night; you are very beautiful to look at.” “Today I saw the postman ‘making eyes’ at you, and for some reason, that made me regret we hadn’t got to know each other.” He paused, holding his hand out for mine to grasp; amidst the tingling feeling his words had sent to my cock and my brain (in that order) I had to have help and so my arm reached out and he pulled me up. I stumbled for a moment, and he put his arms around me to hold and support me; I righted myself and mumbled “Thank you, Khun....after all these years, I apologise for not knowing your name.” He didn’t release me; smiled and said “Name is Lover 2, and my daughter sent me over here to fuck you; she says I think about you so much, I should ask you – if you want, of course: no Lover would ever coerce you, but I would be happy to be number 2, or any other number.” Momentarily flabbergasted, I felt his strong arms around me – golfer’s arms; he was slightly shorter than me, younger than me by quite a few years, not exactly handsome, but attractive – and he said he wanted to be my Lover. My cock gave him an answer, and he saw it: a twitching and a growing size before his eyes, uncovered there for him to take the next step: and he put his hand around it, just feeling the skin with one hand removed from around me, and now his other hand supporting me by caressing my bottom, his fingers gliding down my crack and pulling me towards him, doing it all so slowly my cock jumped and grew even more in his other hand; he moaned and leaned in to me, his eyes were wide as his mouth closed towards mine. I let him come, opened my mouth, and accepted his tongue when it reached my opening, and now I reached between us for his shorts, and grasped his cock, rubbing him with abandon, happy to feel his shorts damp and his cock, small perhaps, but hard under my hand – and he wanted me! All I could say was “I want you also, Lover number 2.” I had him in front of me as I steered him backwards to my mattress, and I pushed him down, flat on his back – for now, just so he could look up at my cock waving above him: “Hello” it seemed to say, and he reached for it.... ....just as his daughter came to the door and said gaily “Oh, nice bum, Khun Steve; I see you 2 are getting on well together. Mind if I get a drink, Steve; thanks, and don’t mind me: I will be as quiet as a mouse studying something to eat.” My cock began wilting; why didn’t her father send her out, scold her, make her go? Instead, her father ignored her, grasped my cock harder and rubbed the head, now pulling me down to lie on top of him. He whispered in my ear, his breath hot, his lips nibbling me between words “Don’t mind her; she has known about me wanting you for years, and she and I are very, very close in all things....” “For years,” I asked “Why did you wait so long to be friendly, to even return my smiles? Do you mean you could have been Lover 1 all this time, -that we have wasted all this time?” I felt like crying, knowing I had wanted the postman for years, but had never shown him; now my neighbour was saying the same: who was I to judge him. “I am sorry” I said; “I also should have made my feelings known before today; I apologise, my Lover 2.” I was now straddling him, his cock at my buttocks, sliding up a little way of my crack on the outside, through his own pre-cum; my cock was in his hand, oozing its own ‘ready juice’, and my lips now went to his and pushed inside his mouth. He groaned and his strong arms lifted me by the hips so that my puckered hole was above his lined-up cock; “You are so light, like a baby doll”. He glanced across to his daughter who was watching the TV; “I can’t lift Pety like this; she is too heavy” and his daughter, I assumed, glared at him as he continued to hold me up. “I need you, this first time, Khun Steve, right now, if that is ok; if not ok, I am going to have you anyway, having waited so long for this, I won’t wait more, won’t waste more.” He dropped me down and I grunted as his cock went straight up and straight inside me. I was down to his bushy groin and realised his size would be no problem, so it was enjoyable from the first moment. The only problem was: his first moment only lasted until I had finished my first thought, and he moaned and cried as he blasted what he had pent-up in his cock into my arse. I said nothing; it can happen to any man, as I well knew. I cooed and shushed him, laying my torso down to his hairless one, noting the contrast to his bushy groin tickling under my buttocks and balls, and I gently kissed his teary eyes and, equally gently, his quivering lips. He shook himself and eased me off, none too gently actually: just out and to the side, laying me down on the mattress as he rose to his feet, accepting his shorts from his daughter who remained mute for these moments, though I saw her hand had been busy inside her own shorts: so she enjoyed being the voyeur, how interesting. He knelt down and took my hand; “I am sorry; can I see you again sometime, try again sometime, please Khun Steve?” I smiled up at him, my cock deflated and dripping, wanting to have had longer, much longer, and cum itself; so much more I had wanted to do with him, daughter present or not. “You are my Lover 2; of course you can ‘cum’ again; it will be all right.” He rose to his feet; his daughter nodded to me, sighed silently, and pointedly looked down at my cock; “Sorry” I think she mouthed to me; I just smiled at her, my first audience, and clearly she had been enjoying her father with me too, albeit perhaps all too quickly for her to have reached her own peak. Part 4 I went for a shower, closing the door, and afterwards massaged some cream into my hip, which still pained me now that I was back on my feet. I cleaned my teeth again, made a half mug of cafe, and saw it was almost 16.00; I turned everything off, went upstairs for new in-house shorts, and a shirt and shorts and underwear for ‘going out’ and that’s what I did: went on my bike around the corner to my afternoon beer-drinking little cafe, sitting at my usual table, perched on my usual chair after getting a bottle, glass and ice for myself, and I opened my book to read. Unlike most days, I had remembered to put my phone in my pocket and it now buzzed a message; my wife to say she would be late tonight. No surprise that, she was late more often than ‘on time’ and, in either case, it didn’t interfere with me – didn’t even concern me if she was out again fucking her boyfriend: I had had my own sex today, and I was satisfied – well, satisfied I had found what I wanted, not yet satisfied I had been denied a second beautiful fuck, but happy I had started this new gay life....at last. A swallow of my beer, a cigarette lit, my book engrossing – well almost, but I found myself looking up at every male customer who came to the shop; some I knew by sight, some to nod and smile to, some to never look at me, some who looked at me first and waited to show me their smile first. Could they be my next Lover 3, I wondered. The mystery of the numbers confused me somewhat, but it also left open the possibility of an infinite number to come, and to cum! My phone buzzed a new message; what now? It was a new number and so unidentified on my phone as to caller. It read: ‘pick me up in your car at 7-Eleven 18.00, if you want a good evening, Lover 3.’ I added the number as ‘Lover 3’, and sent a reply: “Ok, guess you know my car too”. Of course: it could be dangerous; I had fleetingly considered that, but number 3 could only have got my number from my Postman, and I knew him; Lover 2 was my opposite neighbour....so Lover 3 I accepted would be trustworthy, even if not known to me. Certainly I hadn’t recognised his voice on the phone, but who always could ID a caller just from their voice? I had time, so tried to go back to my book; foolish idea with the thoughts and dreams and pictures swirling in my head, so when I finished my beer, I stood, went over to Lim, the proprietor, and handed over a 100 baht note; as she handed me my change, from her seated position at the table, she raised her eyes up my body. I noticed now what she was looking at, but then her eyes met mine, and she raised a quizzical eyebrow: you have an erection she was saying without words; she was right, and I flushed quickly, thanked her, took my change and turned away for my bike. Lim was chuckling behind me. At home, I debated with myself and then went for another shower, threw my house shorts on and drank another beer while the clock ticked slowly on. At 17.50, I turned off everything, put my ‘going out’ clothes back on – without underpants , and now a new pair of shorts which had no zipper, no buttons but could just be pulled straight down and off: why waste time I thought. Money in my pocket, cigarettes and 4 cans of cold beer packed, I locked the house and drove off in my car, arriving on the downward slope opposite 7-Eleven at 17.59; I parked and waited....30 seconds and a face leaned down to my open window and kissed my mouth as I turned to look. I guessed this was Lover 3; I didn’t immediately recognise him, though I thought I knew him. He walked around the front of the car; he was a large, powerful looking guy but he climbed into the passenger seat fluidly, and smiled over to me; “You don’t know me do you, Khun Steve?” I shook my head, “I think I do but can’t quite be sure; I am sorry.” He chuckled, placed his big bear-sized hand on my thigh, almost wrapping my entire leg in one grip, and said “You will remember soon enough; head down to the Mall, and along the road towards the Motorway south.” I did as told; he noticed my beer in the drinks holder; “Do you have another one?” I reached behind me and found the cooler pack; “I only brought 4” I said. “That’s ok, there will only be 4 of us, but one of the other guys will have some I am sure.” “4 of us” I asked, perplexed; “Sure, I am Lover 3A, and 3B and 3C will meet us there; it’s just a few minutes and then you will know us and understand.” He stroked my leg this time, emitting a pleased sigh when he cupped my groin and found my cock somewhat aroused and he seemed to realise there was only the material of my shorts between his hand and my body’s offering. I was aroused; and intrigued, a little fearful – but I must know him somehow I thought, and remembered my trust in my Postman: ok, Lovers 3, let’s relax; I reached for my can and took a swallow of my beer, my eyes on the road. Putting the can back in the holder, I figured I should check the lie of the land to come, so I tentatively felt for his leg, and was almost overwhelmed to find a tree stump leading down his pants leg from his groin! Unless he had taped a thick stick to his leg, his cock must be enormous, and I groaned as I found the head and knew it truly was his big cock under my fingers. Could he truly plan to put that inside me, it would surely split me into 2! Being fucked was wonderful, but this could be murder by sex without a doubt and I did become fearful then; was it possible his friends were the same size, and they all planned a gang rape of my slight 50kgs body? “Don’t worry” 3A said, “We won’t hurt you: that is a promise you can trust; we are the same as the Postman – reliable and dependable and guaranteed to serve your needs.” I put my hand back on the wheel and we remained quiet until he said “Don’t turn left onto the Motorway, do the u-turn under the bridge, Khun Steve.” I followed his directions and he told me to pull off into the grassed park area I had driven around many times but never stopped at until now. A silver pickup was parked there also, under the trees and both doors opened, and out stepped 3B and 3C as I parked beside them, turned off my lights and shut down the engine. 3A was out first and he stood with his friends as I came out my door, pocketed my key as I switched on the immobiliser, and saw them lined up, grinning – and now I recognised them. Twice a week I saw them dirty, smelly and hot as they followed the garbage truck up and down the sois of our village, collecting household rubbish; they knew me well because I invariably helped them by moving my car somewhere to let them manoeuvre the big truck between cars: I was also reliable and dependable, though not sure if I could guarantee to serve their needs. Now, they were showered, shaved and dressed well; such a contrast that it explained why I hadn’t quite recognised 3A at first sight. They led me over in front of their pickup, where a large tarpaulin or sheeting was laid out, along with a large cooler pack; I glanced around, no-one else seemed to be anywhere, so we were alone in this leafy, grassy area, with the thump of traffic overhead from the Motorway the only mild intrusion. 3A introduced 3B: about my height but much stockier than me, his large arms attesting to the strength of him; he was wearing shorts and a sports-necked shirt; he smiled at me as he approached and enveloped my slight frame in his arms, lifted me off the ground with ease and slid me down to the ground, his groin and what it contained gouging a line down my body until he kissed me on both cheeks and released me. 3C didn’t wait for superfluous introductions; he was slimmer, taller, as muscular as the others – and in a hurry; he picked me up and laid me down on the blanket, stripping off my shirt, rolling me on to my stomach and pulling my shorts straight down and off. Naked, I lay there not sure what to expect – but it wasn’t going to be sandwiches and a cup of tea picnic, of that I was certain. Nobody touched me or violated me, so a minute later I rolled half over; I sat up when I saw them all sitting down, cross-legged and naked and 3A handed me a fresh beer, and we all clashed cans and wished each other good health and good luck! I was still rather fearful, but I was also the lucky one when I shyly looked at the cocks on display from their positions; they were all semi-ready, seemingly excited with me sitting opposite, with my own half-erect cock displayed to their eyes. 3A’s I already knew would be of a long length, and it was: my dreams of gay sex hadn’t extended to gigantic cocks until this evening, and here was one in front of me. 3B had a cock like his body: squat, thick, but not too long. 3C was the contrast to all; at the moment, his seemed tiny and thin, and I was surprised as his slim body was just as muscular in arms and chest as the others. 3A said “Welcome, Khun Steve; we are Lover 3.” 3B added: “That is one fine cock you have there, Khun Steve; pleased to meet it.” 3C was the quiet one it seemed; he nodded to me, a smile on his mouth; then he raised his can, we all toasted again, and 3C continued in the same way he had when undressing me: he stood, his cock perhaps slightly longer now, walked over to me and pushed me gently down again, positioning me on my stomach and then easily lifting me into a hands and knees offering. It must have been his mouth and tongue which slurped and wet my anus; not much foreplay here and I was rather glad he seemed the smallest and perhaps he would ease the path for his thicker partner B, though how anyone could prepare me for 3A’s size I didn’t know. 3C began to slip inside me, and his smallness was welcome as a starter, yet I could barely feel it; his girth didn’t stretch me, and his length was just right, perhaps for him, to stimulate me enough so I wanted more: perhaps that was his ‘function’ in this triple act. Certainly, I gladly accepted a mouth under me, slurping on my cock’s head and then sucking me into a mouth; I knew that was 3B, because my own mouth was then pushed open by the size which could only be 3A’s. The 3 3s were in me, and I within them, but it was a gentle gang bang – not a rape at all, more akin to a sex festival, and I was the prize they kept winning – and I enjoyed it immensely. 3B took my cock into his mouth without preamble; I was rather smug that I seemed a little too large for him to swallow me all the way; but that smugness quickly dissipated when 3A fed more of his length into my mouth! He knew I could never take him all, and he told me softly “Just do what you can Khun Steve; your mouth feels lovely on my cock.” I did my best with him, felt 3B’s mouth working to do the same to my cock, but my concentration had turned to 3C, whose cock had amazingly begun to extend within me, like a telescopic probe which could be extended and retracted at the holder’s whim! It felt amazing, and as he held my hips and pulled me back to his cock, the penetration grew and my earlier observations about his ‘small’ size were proven totally wrong. 3C’s movements of my hips dragged 3B’s mouth along, and he sucked on my cock harder, but he was in and out and it was so stimulating. But my divided concentration kept me from building to any sort of climax, as I could switch my mind between these 3 3s and hold myself in reserve, so to speak. We all seemed able to keep our cum in reserve for quite a while, but – quite surprisingly – my mouth seemed to do a good enough job on perhaps 2/3 of 3A’s cock: he groaned and stretched and he was the first to pump his cum: into my mouth, and I was proud to swallow and swallow the copious spurts which kept coming for what seemed minutes to me, and he shrank very quickly. This seemed to release all of us and as I felt 3C shove himself deep into my arse, and remain there, I felt my balls build with excitement and I shoved myself into 3B’s mouth; he gagged a little (also surprising to me as I assumed these 3 guys were very experienced at all of this) but he accepted my small offerings and almost swallowed all of my cum – some I could feel dribbling down my balls. And 3C, most amazingly of all, pumped so strongly from his thin cock that I felt like he was feeding my stomach from below, right up through my bowels, and I came again from that into 3B’s mouth, but he was full and my final spurts fell on to fallow ground – well, the sheeting under us anyway. 3C was still buried inside me and I felt like a bitch, locked by the knot of a male dog, but I didn’t whimper: he was my favourite of all....so far. 3B withdrew from under me and came up to my mouth when 3A had collapsed backwards and away; I shared my own cum and 3A’s with 3B when he kissed me deeply, our tongues transferring the different cum; he clamped his fingers on my nipples and I reached down to fondle his cock and balls, as they had yet to receive much attention, but again, it was 3C who took most of my concentration: he was still in me, undiminished in size – what an incredible man he was: what an incredible fucker he was. 3A was laid back on the ground; 3B released my lips and nipples and also lay back; eventually....3C withdrew: it was an incredible length and seemed to take an inordinately long time to pull out fully. I rolled onto my back, my arsehole tingling but only a little sore; I grabbed 3C and pulled him into a cuddle and I kissed him hard – but only for a moment as it was clear 3C didn’t want such contact: he wanted to fuck me, and he had: finished. We all opened a new beer, quiet – all of us; Lover 3s had taken me by surprise. 3 fucks I had had today but (apologies to him) Lover 2 had hardly started when he finished; my Postman, Lover 1, was wonderful, fucked me well and with love; 3C was the biggest – longest – surprise, and I had 2 more 3’s to come, and cum in another part of my body in 3A’s case. I couldn’t wait, to be honest; I hadn’t had enough; my semen might have pumped out, but my cock wanted more, and my arse wanted 2 more. Then there was the wail of a siren: a Police siren, and my 3’s jumped up as if scalded, motioned me to dress quickly, and there was orderly panic for a minute, until we were dressed; 3C grabbed the beer cans, empty and full, and threw them into the back of the pickup; 3B grabbed the blanket and hurled it also into the pickup. They both drew down the pickup’s rear covering and snapped it into place, jumped into the cab – and reversed and drove away! 3A took care of me, after inspecting the area; he motioned me to get in the car and drive: I did. He didn’t talk until we were well down the main road, away from the park; “That was a warning from our ‘friend’ telling us to go.” That is all he said until we were nearing the 7-Eleven at the entrance to my village; “Just drop me when we see 3B’s car. He leaned across and kissed my cheek while I was driving; “I am sorry it didn’t go totally as planned – I am very sorry – but we haven’t finished, if you want....” I nodded, watching the road until I saw the pickup, and he quickly stepped out; I grabbed at his arm to say “Love 3 was wonderful, but, if you don’t mind, please tell 3C he was awesome!” He laughed; “everyone says that!” I went home; it was 22.00, my wife was asleep, but no sooner had I parked, unpacked, locked the car, unlocked my house, removed my shirt and shorts, put on my house shorts....and I heard a voice at the outside of the screen door, whispering “Khun Steve, can we talk for a minute; I have been waiting for you to come home.” It was the daughter from my neighbour opposite: Lover 2’s daughter, so I motioned her in, with a finger to my lips to remain quiet. We passed closely as I grabbed the door to stop it closing with a loud ‘clank’, and she sniffed the air; “Ah, I smell sex; nice aroma isn’t it, Khun Steve?” I blushed, but nodded “Beautiful” I said quietly; ‘What do you want to talk about, nong? I really need to go and have a shower, and I am rather tired, even if it is early.” She sat in my sofa chair. She smiled, as if knowingly; “My Dad was just too excited this afternoon, Khun Steve. You have no idea how much he has wanted you - and how many times he has fucked my arse while calling your name – believe me: he can fuck for a long time. But today, the reality proved too much for him, so I am here, secretly, to say: don’t give up on him.” “There, I said it” she finished, and seemed prepared to go. “Do you like it in your ah, ‘arse’, nong?” “Oh yes” she answered without hesitation, lounging back in the chair; “I like it everywhere it can go – I even had a guy jack off in my ear once!” That was unbelievable, but she seemed sincere relating such a thing; my cock grew a little in my shorts – and she noticed.”Oh, would you like to do that, Khun Steve?” I shook my head; “Today has shown me many ways to enjoy sex – but I don’t think your ear is one of them, nong, as lovely as it might be.” I smiled at her; “So, you have given up fucking a woman, Steve – are you sure?” Where was this conversation going I wondered; “I am not sure, but I haven’t had a woman’s sex for such a long time, perhaps it is best forgotten and time for me to move forward?” “Perhaps you just need a new woman, Khun Steve; I still have a cunt, or an arse if you prefer....want to try?” “My cock hasn’t worked with a woman for a long time, nong – I am sorry, what is your name/” “You can call me Lover 4, Khun Steve; you can take me like man-to-man if that works.” Part 5 I was flabbergasted: father and now daughter in the same grouping of ‘Lover’! “Did I hear you correctly, nong....Lover 4? Are you sure about this, certain you want to when I don’t even know if my cock will work; it might not excite you, might not make you feel nice – and that has always been what I want for a woman lover: for her to feel nice, to orgasm first, and second if possible, without thought for my cock.” “And” I needed to add, “What I have found today is I am a better lover when it is with a cock in my arse or in my mouth, or it is a man’s mouth around my dick. So I must ask you again: are you really sure you wouldn’t be better off not doing this?” “And, finally: I really need to take a shower, and my wife is home....go home and think about it nong.” She came over to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers; my mouth opened to her tongue, and she buried it, drilled it through my mouth and down my throat – almost like a big cock, so far down did it feel she was going, gagging me just like a big cock! It was incredible what her tongue could feel like; I had seen dogs with tongues lolling out of their mouths, long, wet slippery things (which I had previously considered offering my cock and arse to, but that was a dream yet to be fulfilled) and Lover 4’s seemed to be just as long, wet and slippery. It was better than a cock in my mouth as she could manipulate it and move more dextrously than just a hard, straight rod of a cock! She was also strong as she pulled out her tongue, thrust me down on my stomach on my mattress, and easily slid my shorts off. She paused and licked at my ear “I told you the aroma you have is nice; well, to me, Khun Steve, it is an aphrodisiac and the smell of sex excites me beyond all reasonable thought or action; your shower can wait, and if you don’t scream too loudly you won’t wake your wife.” “And, finally, if you think I can’t get you excited, your cock aroused and pumping....wait for this....” Her fingers pushed under my chest and grasped my nipples; she pinched them mercilessly and I groaned, not least because my cock was squashed under me – and it was growing. She pulled her hands out and I felt her stand up off the mattress; the light went off and she was fiddling with....her clothes I thought, but I didn’t look up or around. Her weight came back on the mattress behind me and she pushed my legs apart and up; I felt like a frog, splayed out for display or dissection. She firstly lay down along my length, her naked body pressing down on mine; her breasts were nicely squashed against my back and if there was one thing about women I missed: it was breasts; breasts in my hands and against me – as now hers were. But Lover 4 wasn’t here as a woman, and she raised herself and slipped back down between my legs, pulling my semi-engorged cock out from being squashed under my groin against the mattress and stretched me, pulled it back between my legs and, incredibly erotically, she put her mouth to the head and just sucked that part of me, her hair falling over my buttocks and tickling my arse crack. And it was my arse crack she went for, with that magical tongue of hers; she slurped up and down it, pulled my cheeks apart with her hands and she dove in like 3 C’s cock just a few hours before; gosh, it was better than 3 C’s; it was like a curly piece of steel, but flexible. Once penetrated by her length, she further amazed me by opening her tongue flat inside my rectum, spreading my insides such as when a cock flares as it is about to cum (as Postman’s had). Her hands let my buttocks go and returned to my nipples, pulling and squeezing so my cock actually grew longer down the bed below, spreading a slimy trail on my mattress I could feel. But that was a fleeting thought as I concentrated on what her tongue-cock could do and was doing: fucking my arse as good as it had been with Postman, my Lover A. How she could have such a tongue was a physiological question to which I had no answer; what she had was an amazing fucking cock in her mouth where ‘standard’ people had a tongue! Did she find it exciting, I wondered; she was groaning, but that could have been from oxygen deprivation; I was feeling wonderful and aroused – and then she pulled her tongue out. Indeed she did then seem to take several deep breaths, while I mourned the slow shrinking size of my opened arse without her in it. But then she moved up further between my still-spread legs, grabbed my dripping cock and pulled it; she was sitting on my arse, but facing backwards towards my feet and she must be wiping my cock along the slit of her cunt! It wasn’t easy but she managed and I could feel her drooling herself, her cunt juices slipping down my cock, mixing with my pre-cum and she had to squeeze me tightly to keep hold. What an amazing experience this was! She did it all, bringing herself to orgasm sitting there on an immobilised body: mine; and whilst I didn’t ejaculate for her, she squeezed out just as much fluid from my cock as if I had blasted semen at her. My mattress will be soaking wet, was a stupid thought I had as she seemed to settle down, moved her very nice bum off mine and sat at the side of me, rolling me to face her lying on my side; “Do you want me to suck you off, Khun Steve; it would be my pleasure....” I placed my open arm across her stomach and reached my hand to fondle her breast; her nipple was risen and rigid, and I rolled it within my fingers as I said “No, nong; you have done more than enough for me to feel satisfied, and any more would overwhelm me, I am sure, and I don’t know if my heart could take it. Thank you Lover 4, you are amazing; I will look forward to your father’s next visit, and please tell him: make it soon.” “So, if you have had enough of me – for now – Khun Steve, I believe your wife would like my attention” and she motioned to the computer chair, situated 2 metres obliquely away, where indeed my wife was sitting naked, with her hand in her crotch, and now I could hear her moaning. Lover 4 leaned down to me, “I do like you feeling my tits, Khun Steve; you are gentle and loving. Now I need go and fuck your wife, are you ok with that?” I shrugged my shoulders as I nodded. She stood, naked still, walked over to my wife and pulled her up, breast to breast – and my wife did have beautiful, large breasts; they were the single major physical attribute which drew me to her in the first place and I used to love holding them. Now Lover 4 was doing the same – and then my wife whimpered as 4’s mouth closed on hers (my wife had been in a lesbian relationship for a year or so before we married – and I didn’t know, but perhaps her ‘bf’ I was sure she had, was in fact a ‘girlfriend’) – but now she had 4’s tongue in her mouth: I knew what that would do to my wife, as indeed it had done to me. They went upstairs to the bedroom; I went for a shower, scrubbed myself, cleaned my teeth twice, and felt refreshed – and then I lay down and fell asleep. Part 6 I neither saw nor heard whenever Lover 4 left and went home, but I knew she had when I woke in the morning at the sound of my wife’s shower and saw her clothes had gone – presumably on her body. My wife came down the stairs an hour later to go to work; she was smiling at me as I drank my cafe and watched BBC News. “Good morning” she said, with an underlying happiness and excitement in her voice as she picked up her watch and handbag. “When I saw Lover 4 doing to you what she did, that was the most exciting sex I have ever seen; what she did to me was the most exciting sex I have ever felt! Sorry, husband: but it was.” I nodded understanding as she continued “She might come over again – are you ok with that?” “I understand completely; no problems.” She came over and kissed me on the cheek, a rare physical contact between us, and I turned my head and gave her a chaste kiss on her lips. She stood and smiled as she walked out, put her shoes on and headed for work. A short while later I heard the School bus pull up outside my house, move forward a little, and I saw Lover 4 come out and close her gate; before she climbed in, she looked straight at me and smiled, gave a nod of her head and a small wave of her hand to me. Lover 5 didn’t materialise early, but Lover 2 came over the road when I was out in the front courtyard sweeping and hosing. He smiled at me, asked after my health and said “I have to go to my work this morning – are you home this afternoon, Khun Steve?” “I might be asleep but, yes, I will be home; can I expect a visit?” He nodded, turned back to his car and waved as he drove away. (End of Chapter 1; if the response is positive, Chapter 2 is in my head, soon to be on paper....If response is negative – so, I will just write for myself) |
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