Sex in the Sky

“Me, Cyndy and Kev and whoever else we can find, are going out tonight, there’s a new band playing at Pump,” Harry said. “Do you wanna come?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. I was damn sure that Neill was going to be in my bed that night. I wanted that to happen as soon as possible. “I’m pretty busy at the moment, heading up to the University Games.”

“Oh, come on man,” Kevin said. He slung his arm around the girl (’Cyndy’), obviously his latest screw. She was a pretty redhead, but she only looked 18. He was a complete sleaze, but still a good mate. “You always have an excuse like that. What’s happened to you? You used to go out every night and have fun with girls and shit. Now, in the last few months, you’re turned into an old man, ‘Oh no, I can’t come out, I’m too busy’, ‘I’m too tired’, ‘I’ve got practice tomorrow’, ‘I’ve got a test tomorrow’, blah blah blah, you’ve always got some lame excuse. We’re all sick of it.”

“Yeah,” Harry added for extra effect. “Bring the old Seamus back.”

I was about to reply when my phone rang, inside my room. I always had it on loud (except in lectures) in case I had another job coming up. “I’ll give it some thought, guys, and talk to you later. I’ve just got to answer that phone.” I went into the room and shut the door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief. It was then that I realized that Liam had skulked off at some point. It disturbed me, stuck in my mind like a barb. He always came and went so quickly, without a sound. It was creepy.

My phone was in the pocket of the jacket I’d discarded. I picked it up and flicked it open. ‘Neill’ flashed on the screen. “Yeah, it’s Seamus,” I said.

Neill exploded. His staticky voice screamed into my ear, “That fucking son-of-a-bitch! Do you know what he’s done? I’ll fucking kill him!”

“Who?” I asked. “Slow down.”

“Liam!” Neill shouted. “He called the towing company on me. It was nothing to do with the kitchen staff – they don’t even use that service entrance! Get this – he told Greg and Harry that there were problems with the kitcheners, so that I would get a message and get out there in time to see my car going down the road attached to a truck. It’s pathetic. Why the hell does he do shit like that?”

“Shite,” I said. “Did you stop the towies taking your car?”

“No. The bastards had come all the way here,” he spat, sarcastically, “from one block over, so they had to take it to be ‘worth-their-while’. Fuck. I couldn’t even get my stuff out. And guess what? It’s $200 to get it out of the impound lot. Bloody Liam, I’ll kill that motherfucker!”

“Where are you now? Do you want me to drive you over to the impound lot?”

“Nah, I’m in Jill’s car, we’re outside the impound now. I’m gonna fucking kill Liam.” The line went dead.

Unfortunately, Ms. Kelley, one of my aging gym-bunnies, had rung me that morning to reschedule her appointment to this afternoon. I left regretfully, a note to Neill on top of his bed. I hoped everything with his car turned out ok.

It was about six by the time I had grabbed a shower and got back to the Hall. I ignored people and slipped quickly down to our floor.

I started to unlock our door, but heard Neill yell from inside, “Door’s unlocked!” He had the bass up high on his stereo.

I found him sitting on the floor with his knees up, leaning against his bed. He was wearing the same brown, tweedy, retro-old-man pants he had worn that afternoon, but had changed into a black shirt, which he wore open over his tanned chest. Several empty bourbon-and-coke bottles lay scattered around him, along with a half-full bottle of rum. I also distinctly smelt pot. “Dude, you’d better not set off the fire-alarms again. Liam’s pissed us around too much already,” I said.

“I put the joint out ages ago. It still smells pretty good though.” Neill said. He didn’t look up.

I sat down on the floor opposite him, against my bed. “So what happened with your car?”

He looked at me and smiled with pursed lips. His lips might not have looked too happy, but his eyes seemed to have their spark. He brushed his hair off his face, leant over, and switched the stereo off. “It’s impounded. If I don’t pay their fine, they’ll sell it for parts.” Suddenly, he smiled properly. “That’s the bad news. The good news is I got all my stuff out of it and told them they could sell it. It’s a shit car anyway – probably only worth about $300. I don’t think they’ll get many useful parts off it – it’s unwarranted, the undercarriage is all rusty, the clutch is tetchy, the starter-motor plays up all the time and the left rear door doesn’t open from the inside. I was sort of waiting for it to die.”

“So what are you going to do for a car?”

“Well, I don’t like doing this, but I rang up my parents. Mum already knew about the car and she hated me driving it, and, well, I hadn’t told Dad what I was driving. They’re going to give me a loan for a good secondhand car, which I’ll pay back sometime, probably never. I pay for everything I have here, Dad can give me something for once,” Neill said. “I’m still pissed at Liam, though. I mean, what is his problem? He’s always giving people shit for no reason. He’s like a fucking psychopath.”

Neill smiled at me again and something quirky happened with his face that looked like an open invitation. He licked his lips and smiled again, then dropped his legs so they were out straight. His shoeless left foot came to rest between my legs.

I smiled and started stroking my own thigh, how I wanted to touch his. I maintained eye contact with him, and licked my lips back. “You haven’t done anything to Liam yet, though?” I asked.

Neill undid his belt buckle as he talked to me. “No, Jill stopped me from going after him when we got back from the impound lot, but I tanked myself up on rum and went to his room a couple of hours ago. The fucker wasn’t in, or else he was too scared to open the door. I kicked it a few times and started shouting and Jill escorted me back here.”

“She just leave you here like this?” I pushed down the elastic waistband of my shorts. My cock felt hot and wet through my briefs.

“Nah, I convinced her that you were coming back soon, and hid the bottles from her. She had a few drags of my joint, we talked awhile, then she left.”

He unbuttoned the top button of his fly, causing his loose pants to flop open. I could see the painful tent his cock was making beneath the zipper. He eased the zipper down slightly, but didn’t pull himself out. He reached inside and ran his fingers up and down his shaft, all the time watching my face. I couldn’t help but groan as he pulled his wet, precummy fingers out of his pants, stuck out his pink tongue, and licked them. I couldn’t move, I was just so enthralled by my best friend licking his own precum from his fingers. He must have taken my inactivity for fear or disgust or something like that, because he stopped suddenly and asked, “Are you still into doing this?”

I gasped, suddenly breathing heavily. I nodded. I could watch Neill all day. There was just something about him, and only him. I never felt like this about any other guy, just him. “Hell, yeah,” I breathed.

Neill went back to stroking his cock, still stuck inside his pants. “I mean… it would just be… like casual, right? I mean we- we aren’t- you know- yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said. He was right, we weren’t gay, neither of us felt anything for other guys, and we were both attracted to and good with girls. No-one would ever have to know about it if we didn’t want to tell them. I got up and turned the stereo on again. “So our hallmates don’t come down here thinking we’re having a fight again.” I sat down next to Neill, my legs outstretched.

“So- Like, how far do you want to go?” Neill asked.

I reached over and pulled his meat into the open. It was really long. I don’t know how long, but longer than my 7 ¾ inches (The ¾ was very important to me… I’m sure everyone’s measured theirs at some point in time). It was searing hot and veiny and sort of flinched in my fist like it had got a fright. He wasn’t as thick as me further down, but his head was big. It was a beautiful red-purple split bulb, glistening with precum. His foreskin had retracted, so I stretched it up, delighting at the way he groaned as his cock twitched. Quickly, the foreskin retreated from his fat head, so I pulled it back up and let it fall a couple of times. Then I began to slowly fist his hot cock, lubricated by the precum rapidly dribbling from his piss-slit. Neill was absolutely still. I don’t think he breathed. I could feel his heart beat rapidly in his veiny meat, almost matching my own. “How far do you want to go?” I whispered in his ear, then nibbled his earlobe.

Neill’s breath seemed to come in short bursts. “All the way- Any way we can- Fuck that feels good- Shit- You’re so good-” His blue eyes fixed mine for a few seconds, and my hand went slack around his cock. He turned his body toward me and brought his left hand up to my face. He brushed his fingertips over my forehead, eyelids, cheeks and chin. His fingers, calloused from his job as a computer inputter for some accountancy firm (completely against his principles, but it was money), felt smooth and light on my skin. He traced a line about my lips with his index finger, then gently pushed it inside and ran it along the heat of my lower lip. I sucked him further into my mouth, my tongue tip flicking on his fingertip. “You’re so perfect, you’re so fucking bloody perfect- I can’t believe it.” he groaned.

Neill plucked his finger from my lips and stood up. His pants fell down around his ankles, leaving his engorged pole standing alone above his hairy balls. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them away. He pulled me up and I helped him strip off my shorts and soaked briefs. We merged together, hard-ons pressed tightly against each other’s chests. My hair stood between his fingers as he drew my face to his. Then Neill stopped. “You want this?” he said. “Do you really want this?”

I could feel his warm breath on my lips, and taste a mixture of rum, bourbon, coke and dope in my mouth. There seemed to be a lot of saliva. I swallowed. My lips felt dry. I licked them. “Course I do.”

All I could see were his bright blue eyes, large, sparkling, piercing into me. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“A lot,” I whispered, slightly confused by Neill’s question.

“What do you want to do to me?”

I think I understood then. I started to think about my fantasies of him, but decided they might freak him out. Instead, I talked about everything that came into my head at the time. “Um, well- I want to kiss your mouth- and your neck- your chest- I want to lick your nipples and stomach- God- I want to suck your cock in my hot, wet mouth. I want to lick it all over the head and taste your precum and lick the ridge underneath- and your hairy balls- Fuck, I want to suck you off until you cum in my mouth or on my face- and-”

I think Neill’s eyes were smiling. He did not move, until he whispered, “Will you fuck me- Please? Or would that be too weird?”

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “But only if you fuck me.”

“Shite,” growled Neill and ground his sticky hard-on against my stomach.

Our lips met, open-mouthed, tongues playing each other. His mouth was scorching hot and tasted incredible. It was a different kiss to anything I had ever had before, even the one that afternoon. Neither of us was holding back. It was so hot, so masculine and aggressive. I was so turned on that I humped my pelvis against him harder. Our hot cocks rubbed hard, lubricated by dripping precum. His hairy groin tickled me like crazy. I liked that.

Neill reached between us and gripped both our shafts, so that they pushed together side by side, giving our rubbing more control. He leant forward against me, his other arm on my shoulder for support. His head was in the way so I couldn’t really see anything but I could certainly feel it. His sticky hand was curled around our cocks (it couldn’t close completely), jacking us fast. His cock seemed to twitch where we touched, whilst mine just got real hot. The hot friction was amazing. After a few seconds, he sank to his knees.

He stared up at me, a devilish smile upon his face. “Now I’m gonna suck your cock. I’m gonna suck it really good and you’re gonna cum all over me.” Neill lowered his face to my cock, one hand wrapped around its thick girth. I’d never seen my cock look so purple or swollen before. I’m sure it was bigger than usual. As I watched Neill, a big drop of precum beaded in my piss-slit and hit the floor between his legs, narrowly missing his cock. My cock wriggled in anticipation. Neill puffed cold air on me, seemingly mesmerized by my meat. I guess he was scared. I was scared when it was my turn. It felt like there was no going back after this.

“Please-” I gasped. “Please suck my cock- Arggh-” His lips stretched themselves around my head, then sucked me in. His mouth was very wet and warm, kind of like a pussy. I could feel his sizzling tongue playing my length as he sucked me in as far as he could manage (about a third of my cock was in his mouth), then pushed me out again and again. He tried to take me deeper, but it didn’t work.

Neill choked and coughed. My cock slipped from his mouth, flicking warm saliva on my thighs. He gripped me tighter then, and stared up at me. He stuck his long tongue out and carefully orbited my throbbing head and shaft. I couldn’t believe it. To me, this was better than when I was in his mouth. I loved seeing his wily tongue on my cock, and the way he stared up at me made it seem more special – like he was doing it to me and not just to someone’s penis.

His tongue became more persuasive as he got more adventurous, exploring my piss-slit and the folds of my foreskin. He followed the ridge beneath my cock all the way back to my smooth balls (already tight with cum), which he suckled and swirled in his mouth. His hair kept tickling the underside of my cock as he did this. My hips shook. After about a couple minutes of ball-sucking, I couldn’t stand the pressure anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair and directed his head back to my dick. As I did so, his teeth grated against me as he playfully held and released me. The added friction drove me up the wall. I groaned.

Neill stopped sucking. “Is that okay? Are teeth okay?”

“Anything you do is okay,” I gasped. “Is it alright that I hold your head?”

“Yeah,” Neill said. “I like you showing me where to go.”

With that, I gently pushed his head back onto my cock. This time, he easily took in at least half of my meat, sucking and slurping with his hot mouth. His head bobbed back until I was almost completely out of his mouth. I thrust my hips toward him, and pushed his head down on my cock. He let go of my shaft and grabbed the backs of my knees. His head easily slid along my shaft, his tongue exploring me as he did. At one stage, he started to gag and came up for air. “I’m- gonna deep-throat you,” Neill groaned between coughs.

Neill gagged again and again, but wouldn’t pull his mouth back from my cock, even though I released the hold on his head. I was moaning encouragement to him as he finally swallowed me until my whole cock was buried in his mouth. His hair brushed against my stomach and I felt his hot breath burst from his puffing nose. The rhythmic contractions of his gag-reflex sent shivers through me. My cock jerked in the hot, tight space of his throat and I thought I would cum. He held me there for what seemed like ages, until we both ceased to spasm.

Then Neill started up again. I was whimpering, begging him to let me cum. His tongue pushed up against me and undulated along my length. It made my cock feel wet all over. My body sizzled with prickly electricity that sapped my strength and made me think my knees would give way. Just when I couldn’t take it any more, he started to play my length again, pulling his head nearly completely off my cock then taking me all the way in. He was incredibly fast.

All I could do was grunt in pleasure. I moaned his name and told him what a good cocksucker he was, and how I was going to fuck his arse just the way he was sucking my dick. After that, I slipped into gasping words like “Shit,” and “Fuck,” and “Oh God.” I grabbed handfuls of his silky hair and rammed his head down my meat, moaning his name. I was completely out of control… when somebody knocked on the door.

Jill again. “Neill, are you in there?” I saw the door handle turn and had this horrible fear that the door wasn’t locked, luckily it was, though I didn’t remember doing it. “Come on, Neill, open up. I can hear you moving about in there.”

Neill’s sweaty fingers tightened on my knees. He was breathing heavily through his nose, but he made no attempt to pull his face off my cock.

“Neill!” Jill shouted. She banged the door loudly. “Are you all right?”

I don’t know why, but I spoke. “Neill’s not here!” It shocked me that she could hear us. I hadn’t even thought about that when we started. I hoped that our neighbors, Harry and Joanna, were out.

“Seamus, Neill’s pissed and half-stoned. Where’d he go?”

At that moment, Neill did something really mean. He licked his index finger and reached between my legs, stroking my nuts on the way. He reached up as far as he could and traced his wet finger down between my buttocks, until he reached my tight, puckered hole. He rubbed the finger over and around my burning arsehole. My breath caught in my chest. He licked his finger again and pressed it into me until my hole gave way, with only a slight tug of pain. His finger was cold compared to the heat that seemed to burn in my arse. He started to thrust back and forth in my opening, whilst his mouth maintained a tight hold on my cock.

I looked down and saw his eyes staring up at me, a definite devious streak in his look. I was quivering all over and trying not to gasp, when Neill buried two more wet fingers, deep into my arse. I don’t remember much pain, more a big shock that my arse was spread open like that. It was not just the sensation of being penetrated, but also the thought that another guy was fingerfucking me that set me off. I completely lost control, crying out as my cock exploded in his mouth. My cock spurted so hard that it escaped his lips, jerking and shooting hot cum all over his eager face and chest.

Jill banged on the door again. “Seamus- Seamus, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I gasped. I leant over and supported myself on the bed. I flashed Neill an evil look as shockwaves continued to ripple through me, more cum spraying on his bed-cover. “Just strained myself doing stretches.”

“Can I come in?” Jill asked. “I’m really worried about Neill and all this shit with Liam.”

“No-!” I shouted, before I had thought of an excuse.

“Why not?”

I avoided her question. It was hard to speak, but somehow I got out a breathless, “Neill’s gone to Mike’s. He’s not here.” As I spoke, Neill’s mouth extracted cum I didn’t even know I had left. Another orgasm washed over me. I couldn’t stifle my loud groan of enjoyment.

“Seamus, are you jerking off?” Jill said quietly, through the door. I almost laughed. That’s what I liked about Jill – she was straight up and down and said exactly what was on her mind, rather than side-stepping or playing mind-games.

“Um…Yeah,” I lied. It was half-true. Neill was just helping me out with my cock.

Jill laughed. “Okay, um… I’ll get you to drop by later if you’re not too busy, yeah? Tell Neill I’m looking for him, he’s switched off his phone.” She laughed again. “Okay, well, um, have fun with your meat. See ya.”

I managed to gasp, “Bye!” as my orgasm drained away.

I stared down at Neill. Shit, he was a mess. I had never seen so much cum (except in old porn). Cum dripped from his nose, eyebrows and chin. His hair was matted and wet. There was cum on his chest, his shirt, his bedspread and the floor. As I watched, he ran his fingers down his face, smirked, and dipped them into his mouth. “You are a monster,” I whispered, not sure whether Jill was out of earshot.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but I awoke to birds nipping and ripping at our skin, mine and Henry’s. Henry’s eyes were gone. The birds had eaten them. He was obviously dead. I breathed a prayer and slid him over the side of the lifeboat into the detritus of the wreck, the oil slick, floating empty lifevests, some other lifeboats, papers, books, all kinds of debris.

I collapsed again back into the bottom of the lifeboat. I felt slick cum leaking from my asshole, and was startled by the realization that Henry with his cock up me cumming just as the explosion hit us, either a mine of torpedo from a German submarine, Henry holding me up as his legs took all he shock of the exploding deck had saved my life. Cock up my ass had saved my life. Henry’s big cock up my ass had saved my life, and I had just delivered him to his watery grave.

I slipped into unconsciousness again and was awakened by a light sweeping over me in the dark of the night sea, guttural voices shouting. “Mein herr, here is a live one,” a German sailor hovering over me, shining a torch in my eyes, peering down at me in the lifeboat from his adjoining longboat shouted in a mixture of his native language and heavy Germanic-tinged English.

I was saved, Robert, the only survivor of the merchant ship, taken aboard a German U-boat, treated by the German doctor on board, and after several weeks on the surface and under the sea, delivered to a German port. From there I was taken overland to a Stalag, German prison, and kept there until liberated by some of you Americans in 1945.

[Old John, Nigel's father, a veteran of WWII, only survivor of a British merchant marine vessel sunk by a German U-boat at the approach to the Strait of Gibraltar in 1940 is taken into a German prison. Liberated in 1945 by American soldiers he is now telling his story to his son's special friend, Robert, an American sailor, scuba diver, explorer of antiquities, and professional writer. This is the first time John has told his story. The story was interrupted by Nigel coming home after looking at a sailboat he was thinking of buying. Nigel and Robert spent another lustful night together. Then Robert returns to look again at the sailboat before making his final decision. John continues his story in the first person, thus few quote marks are used, after Nigel leaves his father's house for the afternoon. At tea time, John, primed again by some gin with his tea and scones, hoping Robert may write his story picks up again where he left off before.]

First Time At Sea - 3

[After his fantastic survival story, John lifted off the deck by his onboard lover, a boilers mate with his cock up John's ass. Due to his lover taking all the shock of the torpedo sinking the merchant marine ship, John survives, is taken prisoner by the Germans and transported to a German Stalag - prison. John's son, Nigel, Robert's lover is away again looking at a sailboat he is considering for purchase. So John continues his story to Robert in the first person. Thus few quote marks are used.]

At my intake into the Stalag a German doctor examined me. He spoke perfect English with only a bit of German accent. Why not? He had been educated at your John Hopkins University in Baltimore, Marlyand. He found I had a barrelled, reamed anus due to so much fucking by so many big cocks. He questioned me about it, and did not believe my protestations. So he fucked me. He explained that he was lonely and horny away during the war from his lovely blonde wife and their children. He even showed me pictures of them.

While he was fucking me his nurse, a male sergeant intruded into the examining room. I was laid back on an examining table, my feet in the stirrups, bum hanging over the end of the table, like a woman getting a pelvic exam, only it was my manpussy no longer being examined but longdicked by the German doctor. Smirking, the nurse apologized to the doctor for his intrusion.

The nurse wasted no time though passing the word to others in the camp. I was given special treatment in the prison hospital while I recovered from my rather superficial wounds but the strong trauma of being the only survivor on board our merchant marine ship.

The nurse fucked me next, one night in my hospital bed while he was on duty looking after me. Then there was a conga line of the few other male nurses, and many guards who needed some pussy, my manpussy since they were away from their wives, girlfriends, or special men friends during the war. The doctor who had discoverd my “secret” had me suck him, and he fucked me daily, nightly. The nurse led groups of Germans to me on some nights or days to get off in my mouth or bum.

Finally they released me into the general prison population of fellow Brits, Frenchmen, Poles, other East Europeans, Russians, and your American mates. The Germans seemed to take special delight early on in having me fuck, be sucked, or even suck and be fucked by the Jews in the prison. Then the Jews started to disappear, taken on trains from the Stalag. None of us knew what was happening to the Jews at that time. When they wanted me the Germans came and took me from the barracks, usually to the hospital, sometimes to one of their barracks and fucked me for days and nights. Eventually I was even being taken to the Commandant’s private home for him to fuck me, or for me to be the entertainment at parties that he hosted for visiting dignitaries.

I had learned quite a bit of German as the years passed. I heard one night a heated argument between the commandant and the doctor on one side and a Waffen SS visitor on the other, the SS officer urging even after he had me suck his cock and fucked me that I should be “transported.” He mentioned Dachau, Treblinka, Auschwitz and Birkenau as possible destinations. He argued that the camp doctors could study me, the psychologists examine me, at some point even an autopsy be done on my brain to see why I so liked cock. Short of the autopsy he said the doctors could change me into a woman in experimental surgery.

Fortunately in a big way but unfortunately in other ways the commandant and the doctor prevailed by promising the SS officer he could come to the Stalag anytime he wanted for my services, even bring his friends, or take me out of the camp for their pleasure to parties at their retreats. I was in fear for my life every time I was taken out of the camp. The SS were so cruel. They not only used my mouth and bum for their pleasures, they also treated me to S&M and BD activities. Finally the doctor and commandant no longer allowed me to be taken out of the camp after the SS officer returned me one time so abused it took me days to recover even with medical attention from the doctor. I had learned by then though to enjoy some of the torture to which the SS submitted me at their parties.

In the Stalag it was near non-stop submission for me to the cocks of my fellow Brits, Frenchmen, Poles, other East Europeans, Russians, and your American mates. I did not mind so much pleasing the other prisoners. It did bother me some though when they ganged me all night, then the Germans came for me in the morning to use me all day.

By the time I was liberated in 1945 I was a hopeless slag for cock. My bum had gotten so used, worn, slack. At times the doctor medicated it to tighten it. He even performed minor surgery on me a few times to restore it to something more akin to an asshole than to a gaping cunt.

After I was liberated I was transferred from hospital to hospital until I arrived back in England. At a hospital in East Anglia my first stop in the homeland, as I healed mentally, physically and gained some weight and ability to get an erection without a cock up my bum, a nurse took a shine to me. A buxom wench, she sneaked to my bed one night, knelt beside me, stroked me to hardness and sucked me off in her mouth. The next night she was back again. She started the same way, then climbed into the bed with me. She lifted her white, stiff starched nurse dress and sat on my stiffie. Shushing my moans and groans of pleasure, she rode up and down on me until I came in her hairy twat.

I thought her being an experienced nurse and all that we were safe, but that brought Nigel. It turned out she was a married woman. She stayed at the hospital until he was born, delivered him to me as an infant for me to raise, and returned all innocent to her husband.

So that is my story, Robert, and here comes Nigel up the path again. You fellows have fun tonight as you are wont to do. Remember to keep my secret safe. Do not tell Nigel, and if you write my story use fake names.

First Time At Sea - 4

That night as Nigel and I - Robert - were resting from a glorious 69 to completion, then one after the other bumfucking each other, he was twiddling with my nipples, fondling my balls and stroking gently my tender cock.

“You and pop have been talking a lot,” he began. “Then when I come home or meet you in the pub you fall suddenly quieter. Has he been telling you his story?” Nigel asked.

Again I was as shocked by Nigel’s comments and query as I had been by his father when John started his storytelling to me at the pub. I laid there silent trying to frame an acceptable answer. Even reached over and felt Nigel’s soft, wet, big cock hoping to take his mind away from that line of talk.

“Oh come on,” Nigel said, “don’t be such a putz. I know daddy’s story. When I first realized my preference for men I did some investigation. It was not difficult to ferret him out. His story, at least the bare outlines of it are available in the merchant marine records, even more in the German files from the Stalag. I even traced him back home to the nurse, my mother.”

“Oh,” I managed to squeak as he smeared the glob of pre-cum now oozing from my cockhead down over my shaft.

I milked his pre-cum up and coated his hard pole with his slick juice.

“Let’s go fuck him,” Nigel said. “Give the old boy a thrill. We may be the last dicks he ever has in his sweet, horny bum.”

“Are you sure Nigel?” I asked. “Think he will like that?”

“I know he’ll like it,” Nigel answered. “He’ll love it. He’s been sneaking by and watching us through the door every night. He must be so horny by now even his old withered cock is boned. Come on, let’s go,” Nigel urged. He jumped out of the bed his hard cock sticking straight out eager to plow his father’s bum.

I knew he was going to fuck his dad whether I joined him or not. I got out of the bed on the opposite side, stood, my cock bobbing in front of me, dripping pre-cum, and followed Nigel to his father’s bedroom door. The door was ajar. Nigel eased it open. We peered in the room illuminated by the embers in the fireplace.

John was on his knees, his chest on the mattress. He turned his head, looked down his body back at us, gave his already hard, senior cock a stroke, and said, “Come on in chaps. Give an old man a good bum riding.” He grinned at us. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, Nigel. Now you have a friend who knows my story too. Come, take me, enjoy my pleasures. Let me give you the pleasure I love so much.”

There was no end to the surprises from this father and son. They knew much more about each other than I imagined, and I suppose than the other realized until this night.

Nigel and I padded barefoot, naked across the floor, got into the bed with John. Nigel went for his bum. I crawled up by the headboard, knelt at John’s head my erection bobbing at his face. John gasped as Nigel entered his back hole. John’s open mouth closed over my cockhead. John used his talented mouth and bum on me and Nigel, then on Nigel and me in order. He lay on his back playing with his cock, smiling at us as Nigel and I put on a little show for him 69ing, rimming, fingering and bumfucking through the rest of the night until we were exhausted. We slept together in a three-way pile until midday.

John, Nigel and I shared many fun times together after that first night. In just over a year John passed. Nigel and I sent him on his way with dignity. We are still close friends - Nigel and I - and now John’s story is told publicly.

“[Let me know what you think. Feedback is appreciated, preferably no flames, harsh criticism, cranky hangups if you are reading or have read the stories. They are part truth, part fantasy. You decide which and where, what parts.]”

“Oh Tom, you look so delicious!. Here I come lover, I hope you’re ready for me.” I say as I lay down on my side next to him and run my hands across the lovely tan skin of his hard chest. I lean over and take one of his hard nipples between my glossy lips and begin sucking and nibbling it as I reach down and fondle his throbbing cock through the tight leather of the sexy pants.

Tom then rolls to his side facing me and runs his hand along the curve of my body, lingering a little to fondle my boobs and then the bulge of my throbbing cock at the front of my dress causing me to moan with pleasure. He then slides his hand down along my thigh high boots. “I love leather. I guess you could tell that. You look so sexy in this leather dress and these sexy boots. I can’t wait to slip my cock up this tight ass of yours,” he says as he fondles my buns through the leather of my dress and the silk of my panties. “Roll over Bootsie, I want to fuck you from behind.”

Trembling with anticipation, I do as I am told and roll over onto my hands and knees. My buns are squirming as Tom fondles them. He then raises the hem of my dress and taking the waistband of my panties from behind, he pulls the back of them down revealing my tight round virgin buns, while leaving my cock covered in the front. “Oooh, you have a sweet little ass, lover. I’ve never done this before, but I think I want to get you ready for my big cock by sliding my tongue in there first.”

I feel Tom’s hands grip the cheeks of my buns and spread them wide and suddenly I feel the hot wetness of his tongue pressing against the sensitive ring of my virgin anus. I arch my buns back against his tongue as I cry, “Oh yes Tom lover, your tongue feels sooo good! Slip it up my ass lover! Don’t stop, please!!”

My panties are stretched taut over my jutting and throbbing cock and I am in heaven as I feel Tom’s hot wet tongue probing in and out of my asshole. I can’t help squirming and my own tongue licks my glossy lips as I pant in excitement and lust. Tom reaches his hand around and grips my cock though the silk of my panties causing me to gasp with pleasure. After a few more minutes of Tom’s hot sweet tongue sliding in and out of my tight ass I cry, “enough lover!! Please fuck me! I want your cock up my ass!!! Please fuck me!!”

I can barely believe how fast Tom responds to my cry. Before I know it, I feel his strong hands gripping the leather clad sides of my waist and his unzipped warm throbbing cock head pressing against my wet and quivering anus. A thrill of fear passes through me, but is quickly replaced by lust as Tom begins forcing his enormous cockhead into me. I remind myself that I have had dildo’s of almost this size inside me before.

I primal moan rises from my throat as Tom’s cock inches into my ass. He begins rocking slowly back and forth sliding a little deeper inside with each forward thrust. “Oooh, you are so tight Bootsie! I have never had my cock squeezed like this. Do you think you can take all of me?” Tom asks.

“Don’t worry lover! I want every inch of you inside me. I want you to fuck me, just like on of your girlfriend’s. But please be slow lover until you’re all the way in.” I respond. I love the incredibly fulfilling feeling of having Tom’s cock inside me and I begin pushing back and helping him slide deeper and deeper until I feel the hot skin of his thighs and waist pressing against my buns and I realize that I have all of my lovers cock inside me! Tom then slowly pulls back and I feel an aching sense of loss as his cock withdraws inch by inch until only the head remains within me and then he pushes back in and I cry out in pleasure, “Oh yes lover, fuck meeee! Fuck me deep and fast lover!!”

Tom needs no more encouragement and begins to slide his long hard cock in and out of me faster and faster. I meet each of his thrusts with my upturned buns pushing back hard so that his thighs slap against my own. “Ah, ah, aaaagh, ooohh yes” I cry. “Fuck me lover! Fuck me harder!”.

Tom responds by suddenly pulling his cock all the out of me and my immediate response is to cry out in disappointment, but he rapidly and forcefully rolls me over onto my back and taking my booted legs he raises them and rests them on his shoulders. “I want to see you face while I fuck you.” he says and rapidly slides his cock all the way into me as I moan in delight.

Tom grips the smooth leather sides of my strong boot covered legs and begins fucking me again. It feels like he is able to fuck me even deeper now! I love being able to look up at his incredible lovely and hard body and his lean muscles flexing as he fucks me. I reach out and grip his hard shoulders and then pinch his taut nipples, which makes him cry out in pleasure. I then reach up and pull his face down, and plant my glossy lips against his and take his hot tongue into my eager mouth and our tongues swirl passionately together.

Suddenly, I feel Tom’s body begin to tense and breaking our kiss, he begins to thrust into me with almost violent force. “I’m coming close lover, I’m going to cum soon!! Cum with me lover!” Tom cries as he slides his cock rapidly in and out of me. I reach down with my right hand and fondle my achingly hard cock through the silk of my panties, while I grip the back of his hard buns with my left hand and pull him deeper into me. It takes just a moment before I feel my cock begin to spurt hot cum into my panties and at the same moment Tom is arching above me and I feel his hot cum flooding my rectum.

It is the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and from the looks of it, the same is true for Tom. I lower my boots from his shoulders and wrap them around his legs as he collapses upon me. I love the feeling of his weight pressing down upon me and the satisfied and warm ache in my no longer virgin ass. We speak no words for a long time, but just exchange soft kisses as my hands roam over his broad back and his hard leather covered buns.

“I think you have spoiled me for real women forever Bootsie. You are sexier and more feminine than any girl I have ever been with! And fucking you and having you suck me off was incredible!” Tom says as he rolls slowly off me and his softened cock slips from between my buns.

“Oh Tom, I love hearing you say that! You have made me feel fully like a girl for the first time and I know now that being with a man is much more satisfying for me. I have so many fantasies that I want to act out with you, do you think you will want to see me again?” I ask as I fondle and tease his softened cock with my hand.

“Don’t you worry about that lover. I want you to be my girlfriend and I promise you that I will be your man”, Tom replies, fondling my leather clad “boobs”. “I have to get back to painting, but why don’t we arrange for you to come to my place for the weekend?” I readily agree, and then after a lingering kiss, Tom changes back into his tight shorts and returns to the kitchen.

I lay on the bed in a wonderful state of contentment. I still have the taste of Tom’s cum in my mouth and a wonderful warm feeling in my ass where he has just fucked me. Remembering the sensation, my cock grows hard again within my panties, but rather than relieve myself, I’m going to wait a little while and see if I can tempt him again before he leaves.

Getting up from the bed, I strip my sexy outfit off and climb into the shower. With the warm water flowing over me, I continue to think about what has just happened to me. Finally, after all of the years of fantasizing, I have become a gorgeous hunks girl! As I shave my legs, I think about all of the many fantasies that I have had that I know now will soon be fulfilled. For the moment however, I crave him again and getting out of the shower, I ponder what outfit would tempt him most. I know how much my man loves leather, but I decide to wear the ultra sexy red vinyl outfit I dreamed about wearing last night for a change. I know I look hot in it, and I feel sure that it will turn him on.

After blow drying and arranging my hair again, I re-apply fresh makeup and lip gloss. I then slip into a pair of shiny and tight red vinyl panties and a matching corset with garters which hugs my slender body nicely, especially after I slip in my “boobs”. I then roll up sheer red backseamed stockings up my long muscular legs and attach them to the garters of my corset. Going to the closet I select my red vinyl thigh high boots that match the outfit (I have 10 pairs of thigh high boots!) and slip my stocking clad legs into them.

Checking myself in the mirror, I am sure that Tom will be attracted by the site of me dressed like this. I look hot and sexy in my red vinyl outfit and rather than add my matching minidress, I think I’ll approach him just like this.

As I enter the kitchen, I see that he is facing away from me and taking great care to be silent, I slip up behind him and grabbing both of his hands as I press up against his lovely buns and bare back from behind and pull his hands behind him and place them on my vinyl clad buns as I rub my hardened cock which is straining against my vinyl panties against his hard buns.

“Oooh, what do have on there lover”, Tom asks as he twists around in my arms and runs his strong hands over the outline of my vinyl clad body. “I like the feel of this lover”, he says as his hands roam over the vinyl of my outfit. “What is it that gives me the idea that you want to be fucked again? It’s been less than an hour and I still have a lot of work to do, but from the looks of you, you can’t wait.” Tom breathes into my ear as he turns me around to face the counter and presses himself against me.

Suddenly I feel his bare cock slipping between my thighs. “ooh Tom, I don’t care about the painting, it can take a month for all I care. I just want you again lover, please let me have you!”, I moan as I press my vinyl clad buns back against him and brace myself by spreading my hands and legs and gripping the counter.

“Ok, you asked for it Bootsie!” Slipping his fingers into the elastic of my panties, he lowers them quickly to the top of my vinyl boots and immediately I feel his hardened cockhead pressing against my eager anus.

“Oooh, slip it in lover. I want to feel you deep and hard inside of me. Please let me have it you sexy man!”

I cry out in pain as I press back hard against his cockhead as it slips between my tight sphincter. There is still lube within me from being fucked earlier, but nevertheless I gasp in pain and pleasure as I feel the increased friction of his enormous cockhead stretching me.

“Aaaaghhhh”, I cry. Deeper lover! Fuck me like a woman, Tom. I want to be your woman, lover!”

“OK, you sexy girl, I’ll fuck you so hard you may not be able to take it!” And with that said he slams the last inches of his lovely giant cock into me and begins sliding in and out slamming me against the countertop with each forward thrust so that I have to hold on tightly to withstand the force of his fucking.

“Oh, oh, oh! Yes baby, give me every inch of your lovely cock lover”, I cry out and moan. Tom is fucking me so hard that my ass hole is crying out with the pain and pleasure of it. He is grunting and moaning behind me with the effort of it and I don’t even have time to press my buns back before he is slamming forward again.

thrusts. I feel so powerless, that it is like the most exciting of rape fantasies (the kind in which some hunk you attracted to rapes you and it is arousing). Suddenly I feel the first warm spurts of his cum deep in my rectum and he cries out as he shudders and collapses against me.

My buns are tingling from his slaps and aching from the fucking he has just given me as he gently slides my vinyl panties up over them and after smoothing them, turns me around. In contrast to his rough words and the exciting violence of the sex we have just had, Tom now pulls me against him and wrapping his arms around me, he fondles my tender vinyl panty covered buns. “You are such a good fuck Bootsie. I’ve never been so turned on fucking a girl before. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”, he said while licking and suckling my neck and ear.

“Don’t worry lover. It was incredible being fucked so hard. You are so strong and I love having you dominate me”, I say as I press my glossy lips against his and slip my tongue into his sweet mouth. My cock is straining against the tight sexy vinyl of my panties and I love the feel of my boobs pressing against his hard chest. “Now I’ll let you get back to work, while I clean up and change my outfit. Would you let me come with you to your apartment after work? I’d love to see where you live?” Tom tells me that he can’t wait to get me into his bed at home. :But before you go”, he says, I wan’t to help you with this” as his hand fondles my aching cock through the tight vinyl of my panties.

I gasp with pleasure at the sensation. “How would you like it if I lowered your panties and sucked your sweet cock”, he whispers in my ear while suckling it and continuing to roughly fondle my rock hard cock which is straining against the seams of my vinyl panties.

“Ooh, Tom, I would love that you sweet lover!”, I cry. Tom then takes me by the hand an as we walk back to my room, I feel a delicious ache where Tom has just fucked me so hard. He leads me to my bed and has me lie down. I gaze up at my reflection and I can’t help running my hands over my sexy vinyl corset to smooth it as Tom positions himself and then, grasping the edge of my panties he lowers them to the top of my sexy boots and my cock stands quivering at attention, pre-cum dripping down its sides. He raises my booted legs and rests them on his strong shoulders as he leans over and rubs his finger in my gooey pre-cum and then slips it into my tender ass as he takes the tip of my aching cock between his sweet lips.

“Oooooh, Tom lover! That feels so good Lover! Suck me Lover! Suck Meeeee!” I cry as I press my hips upwards and my cock slides deeper into his mouth. Tom obliges and soon he is bobbing his head up and down while sliding his thumb in and out of my ass. Within minutes I cry out that I am cumming and I feel the hot bursts of my cum jet into Tom’s eager mouth.

What an incredible feeling it is to cum in a man’s mouth, while dressed up as a sexy girl. Especially when it is the man who has just fucked me and dominated me and made me feel more like a woman than I ever have before. As the feeling of release washes over me, Tom slides my booted legs off of his shoulders and lays down beside me, running his hands over my vinyl clad body and jutting boobs.

“I have never had such good sex before, and I can’t believe I’m saying that to a man! Hey, I have a really good friend that I’d like to introduce you to, who I think would find you really attractive. I’ve never had a threesome before, but I have to admit that I’ve occasionally wondered what it would be like to make love to the same chick with another guy. He’s really a good looking guy, and I think I would even take advantage of an opportunity if it presents itself, to have sex with him myself. Would you be willing to give it a try?

I find myself blushing at the thought that Tom must think that I am such a slut that I would want to get into bed with another guy, after just letting him fuck me. But I have to admit to myself that my gay fantasies have often involved being dominated by more than one guy and having two cocks inside me at the same time! In response, I shyly admit that I wouldn’t mind meeting his friend, but that I’d be totally embarrassed if he rejected me when he found out that I was a guy.

Tom responds to me by saying, “don’t worry Bootsie, we’ll set it up so you can seduce him. We’ll invite him over and you can be wearing some really hot and slutty outfit, and knowing Jamie, he’ll be all over you, especially if we have a few beers. How about tonight at 7pm?

I agree with him, and Tom then tells me he has to go do some other work and has to get ready to go. I lay there watching him dress and feel so incredibly feminine and fulfilled that this gorgeous hunk is my man. He then gives me a slow lingering kiss, slipping his tongue between my glossy lips, before leaving me after reminding me that I should dress in something really sexy tonight.

After Tom leaves, I take another shower, and standing under the hot water, reliving the incredible events of the day, get hard and excited again, and the thought of seducing another man tonight makes me nervous, but also excited. Before today I had only dreamed of being a man’s girl, but after my time with Tom today, I feel really sexy and attractive as a girl and the thought of actually trying to get another guy into bed with me is a total turn-on!

I begin to think about what I’m going to wear tonight, and I decide that if I hurry, I’ll have enough time to go out and find a really sexy outfit at North Beach Leather. A sign of my newfound confidence and identity, is that I decide to go out shopping while dressed up and try to pass as a girl in public for the first time!

After shaving my legs and underarms in the shower, I take special care as I apply my mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I pin my long blond hair back with pink berets. Looking into the mirror, I see more woman looking back at me than I ever have before! There is a softer sexier look to me, and I wonder at the change that acting out my role, finally, sexually as a sexy girl to a hunky man has made in me.

I lay out a sexy, but not too provocative outfit to go out shopping in. A short black leather miniskirt, a pink silk blouse, and a pair of knee high black leather high heeled boots. Underneath, I slip on a pair of sexy black silk bikini panties that hug my tight buns and cock snugly. I strap on a shiny satin garter belt, which I attach to sheer backseamed stockings, and I slip on a matching bra, which I fill with my silicone boobs.

After putting my wallet and keys into a purse that matches my outfit, I slip out the door and head for the store. As I walk down my driveway to my car, my heels tapping on the pavement and the feeling of being out in the open and out of the closet dressed like a sexy girl makes me nervously excited, but I am relieved that I don’t see any of my neighbors about.

Parking at the mall and getting out of the car is the real test. There are people all around and I feel incredibly self-conscious as I begin to walk through the mall, making every effort to sway my buns like a girl. Gradually, I am amazed to realize that the girls are ignoring me, and it is only some of the guys who are casting glances my way. I find myself blushing as I realize that they are checking me out! With that realization, I feel so sexy and to my dismay, my cock begins to strain against the tight confines of my panties, and my leather miniskirt! I blush ever more furiously at the thought that my cock is beginning to jut and throb against the front of my skirt and that it must be clearly visible to these guys whose eyes have been roaming my body! Is it my imagination, or do I detect smiles on the faces of some of these guys, and shock on others…!

Trying to will my cock to become smaller, I am relieved to turn into the North Beach Leather store and lose myself among the aisles of clothes. I find myself calming down after a few moments alone, checking out the sexy outfits all around me, but my cock remains rock hard as I peruse ultra sexy skirts and minidresses in all colors. I always find it hard to choose, when surrounded by such sexy clothes, but finally I settle on an ultra sexy pink leather minidress, which I know I will look really hot in! As I hold it up against me, a gorgeous young stud of a salesman approaches me. He’s wearing skin tight black leather pants and a tight t-shirt, which reveals his muscular, hard body. He’s got blond hair, and the most gorgeous sexy blue eyes, which captivate me as he asks me if he can be of help.