Heather s Special Weekend
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Isn’t it strange how a disaster can change one’s life?
At the age of forty, my life changed remarkably. My parents were killed in a motorcar accident and naturally, being their only child, I was their sole heir. The heartache that this loss caused was overwhelming. Having come from a wealthy family, however, the consequences of this tragedy ironically resulted in a positive life-changing experience for me.
Up to this point, I had been a journalist who always wanted to write good literature. I really hated city life and the tedious restrictions of journalism. I constantly dreamed about living in the country where I could pursue my fantasy without any financial strain. Their tragic passing, therefore, afforded me the lifestyle that I had always yearned for.
A month or so after their passing I meandered into a peculiar enclave of enchantment on a Saturday morning, as I aimlessly toured about in a sad stupor. The small village I found that day ignited an incredible interest in my depressed existence. In one of those rare epiphanic moments in life, I simply knew that this was where I was meant to be. I had already given up my job that I no longer needed and honestly, couldn’t give one fuck about. Resultantly, before I departed back home that day, I had found a home that I wished to buy.
The owners of the house had bought and renovated the place three years before. They had intended to use it as a weekend retreat but as time passed, they did so less and less. The place was in an immaculate condition and they were also prepared to part with all the furnishings, which was thrown into the deal. Fortunately, the wife who had decorated the house had great taste, and the only feature of my new abode that needed any attention was the garden.
I had no gay sexual delusions about moving to this village. With a tightknit community like this, I realized that it would be highly unlikely that I would encounter regular gay sexual partners. With gossip being what it was in these small hamlets, any potential fuck-buddies would be in very short supply. In all honesty, however, I had sown my wild oats and no longer required the daily or weekly sexual fix. Besides which, I was also going to retain my apartment in the city, and so when I needed to scratch that itch, I would return to the city and take care of my needs.
I really hit it off well with all the inhabitants in the village from day one. I made it known early on that I was gay, thereby negating all the husband-seeking female missiles in the community. I was also very straightforward with the ‘pop-in’ crowd, again particularly the females, making it clear that my days were busy and that apart from my writing, the garden needed a great deal of attention.
I was also very fortunate to find an excellent gardening service. There was a retired guy who had put an excellent team together and they would visit once a week, fulfilling their task in a matter of two to four hours. The hourly rate was incredibly reasonable and their work was way above average. Thomas, the retired guy that owned the business, informed me after their first visit that my garden urgently needed topsoil and compost. He gave me an estimate of the quantity needed and also advised that I should contact a guy named Erik in this regard.
Erik was a foreman on a large farm in the area that produced fruit and vegetables. A further specialty of this farm was that the also supplied the best topsoil and compost in the region.
When I contacted Erik the following day he agreed to pop by my place three days later at noon, to discuss prices and also verify if Thomas’ estimates were correct. During our telephone conversation, I was intrigued by his deep and sexy voice, wondering what he might look like.
The morning before Erik was due to visit me, when I mentioned to Hilda, who was the owner of our local shop, that Erik would be calling on me that day after she inquired if my topsoil and compost requirements had been sorted out, she laughed.
"Oh, so you are finally going to meet the stud in our village,” she pronounced.
As I walked home later, I wondered what he would look like. Every Erik I had ever met in my life had been good-looking and sexy, and I wondered if this trend would continue.
At midday as I stood on the veranda, Erik’s truck pulled into my driveway. I was not prepared for the sight that was about to befall my eyes. As he alighted from his vehicle, even at that distance I could comprehend why Hilda had referred to him as a stud. My immediate impression was that he was a magnificently proportioned tall man. As he began to move in my direction, however, a triangle of dimples emerged on his face. Not only did he have the sexiest cleft in his chin, but the two huge dimples that appeared on his cheeks as he smiled, practically made my knees give way from under me.
On a scale from one to ten, he was definitely a twenty! When he extended his right hand in greeting, how I did not melt into a puddle on the floor I will never know. Strangely, close-up, if one was picky; Erik had obviously had very bad teenage acne because the sides of his forehead extending down to his cheeks and then down to his chin, bore the scars of this affliction. Amazingly, nonetheless, this made him even sexier. In short, he was totally magnificent!
“May I offer you some refreshment?” I asked after introductions, with my tongue so thick with lust that I could barely articulate the question. My hands were shaking so profusely when I poured his drink, that I was amazed that I didn’t spill the entire load.
When we finally went outside for him to access whether my gardener had gotten his calculations correct, the world had become a blur to me.
Apparently, Thomas had got it spot-on.
A few days later my topsoil and compost were delivered. As luck would have it, not only were they able to deliver prior to my next garden session but as if by a miracle, that afternoon it also rained, thereby enhancing the entire project.
My ever-improving garden was further boosted by Erik’s future visits to my home. Whenever he passed by my home thereafter, he would pop in for a cold drink or a cup of coffee. Even more jubilation followed when he began to visit me after hours, once he had commenced his daily chores. Naturally, I always insisted he stay for dinner on these occasions.
I loved his company and making dinner for him was a total delight. Erik amused the shit out of me and had a way of relating stories in such a manner that I almost wet myself. He never held back and was one of those individuals who called a spade a ‘fuckin’ shovel.’ Erik’s animated deliveries were always accompanied by gestures that fascinated me. Most of his stories were of a sexual nature, as he explained how he fucked the ladies in the area, while thrusting his hips and pulling his arms back and forth.
During his visits, he would often use the toilet after a few beers. Erik never closed the door when he took a piss, and the splashing sounds he made during these episodes almost drove me to distraction. Regretfully, I never had a clear view of him as he relieved himself. I have to admit that when he left I would often stand at the bowl and observe the residue of his mess, before running my fingers in his piss and tasting it.
I was sure that if the women of our town knew the stories he told me about them, they would have been horrified. Let me share a few of these stories with you:
There was a married woman whose hunky husband had an undersized dick. ‘Needledick,’ as Erik referred to him, visited his head office once a month in a city a far way off. During his absence, Erik fucked his wife relentlessly. The funniest part of this story, however, was that ‘Needledick’ loved being anally fucked by his wife. He had bought her a huge strap-on dildo that she attached to her body, before fucking his arse manically. As she did so, he apparently whined like a little girl. The odd thing about this story was that his wife was very petite.
Another story that he related was of a barmaid who worked at the local pub. She loved abuse and insisted that Erik misuse her when he fucked her ruthlessly.
There was even a story about a ‘squirter’ of note, whom he only ever fucked in the shower, after she had drenched his mattress on their first encounter.
I won’t bore you with any more details, other than to say that he was in great demand in the town.
A few weeks after meeting Erik, while he was having dinner with me one evening on a Friday night, I mentioned that I would be spending the weekend at my place in the city. From our prior discussions, he knew about my apartment. I could immediately discern that Erik was intrigued by my revelation. Much as I loved his company, however, this was an outing that I had been planning and I really didn’t need a straight guy cramping my style.
After a few hints about the fact that he hadn’t been to the city in a long while, I finally began to see where this conversation was heading. Taking the bull by the horns, I eventually told him that being gay, which he already knew; this was my weekend for ‘catching up.’
“I don’t mind,” he informed me impishly, “Besides, maybe I’ll learn something new.”
After a brief silence, he continued, “In any case, I’m sure you have an extra set of keys, so if I cramp your style when we go out, you can tell me to fuck off back to your place.”
Much as I enjoyed his company, I was, nevertheless, rather sceptical. Before I could adequately formulate my thoughts, however, he persevered, “I promise I won’t be a nuisance.”
After a pause, I playfully replied, “Okay, why not? I am leaving at nine, so be here or I’m going without you.”
The following day Erik arrived at eight-fifty-five. He had a small suitcase and looked tired.
“Wow,” I said, “You look exhausted.”
“The fuckin’ bar lady arrived late last night… and she’s a fuckin’ nymphomaniac,” he said with an impish smile.
“Well, the first two hours of our four-hour journey are quite boring, so why don’t you put your seat down and have a sleep?” I suggested. And that was exactly what Erik did.
I had always loved driving long distances. I always found the solitude therapeutic. I did, nevertheless, constantly glance at the beauty beside me and wonder about the weekend that lay ahead.
As we got to the more mountainous and scenic area two hours later, I woke him up. Erik then sat up and began to chat. For the next while, I was totally intrigued by Erik’s conversation.
“I really have a big dick,” Erik informed me, “That’s why the ladies like me so much,” he said with a chuckle. This information was hardly news to me because he was always going on about his large endowment. Much as I didn’t doubt him, as we all know, some men believe that their cocks are actually larger than they are in reality.
Before I could respond he continued, “Apart from all the fucking I do, I can barely touch my cock without tugging on the fuckin’ thing. Often when I have a piss, I get so excited by holding my cock that I end up masturbating. Jeez, I wank at least three times a day.”
After a brief silence, he continued. “Wiley, do you mind me asking if you have ever slept with a woman?”
“A few times when I was younger,” I answered, “But it wasn’t really my scene,” I concluded.
As a joke, I then asked, “And have you ever had sex with a guy?”
After a lengthy chuckle, Erik replied, “Yeah, with Pocket Money.”
Completely stunned, I exclaimed, “Pocket Money!”
Another chuckle followed before Erik related the following story:
When Erik was in his final school year, new neighbours moved into the house behind them. It soon became clear to him that the boy that lived there, who was the same age as him, kept spying on him as he swam naked. The neighbours did not have their own a pool and when Erik eventually invited him over, it soon became clear that this boy couldn’t keep his eyes off Erik’s large dick.
Digressing, Erik then went on to explain that his dad was tighter with money than a horse’s arse in fly season. The boy next door's parents were a lot more liberal with pocket money than his dad. When the neighbour offered to suck him off, Erik was very pleased to augment his meagre financial situation. After another chuckle, Erik informed me that his finances even further improved when the boy requested to be fucked by him.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
“Sure. And besides, I was always the odd man out financially among my buddies. Suddenly, I had no more economic restraints,” he concluded, with a naughty giggle.
As we drove further I ruefully pondered upon the fact that Erik was now employed, and therefore, wouldn’t be reliant on my largesse.
As expected, we arrived at my apartment at one o’clock. My apartment was brilliantly situated. In the eclectic area where it was positioned, there were numerous restaurants, gay bars, straight pubs, and even a fantastic sauna within walking distance. One simply never had to worry about any DUI violations. The worst that could happen to you, therefore, was a possible stumble or fall.
After placing our bags in the apartment, I took Erik off to one of my favourite restaurants, which had a wonderful outdoor seating area.
The weather was magnificent and as we sat down I explained that the expenses for the weekend were totally on me. As he commenced protesting, I shut him up immediately.
As we were glancing at the menus, I could see Erik’s attention drawn to the table next to us. Seated there, a really beautiful woman sat scratching in her salad. In fairness, she was totally gorgeous. Given his looks, in no time she was also ogling Erik.
I truthfully had no expectations about my weekend and therefore, was not flustered by this development.
By the time our meal arrived, her plate had been removed and she was sipping on her wine.
Inevitably, Erik asked, “Wiley, do you mind if I ask her to join us?”
I simply shrugged.
Cathleen, who then joined us, was married and her husband was out with the ‘boys’ at some or other sporting event.
After Erik had wolfed down his meal and she had headed off to the ladies room, Erik, unsurprisingly, asked me if I would mind if he invited her home with us for a drink afterward. How could I refuse?
Upon our arrival back in my apartment, all my fears about the weekend came to pass as they became very friendly on my coach. Before long, Erik asked me if they could use my very large king-sized bed.
‘Oh fuck… here we go,’ flashed through my mind.
After they slunk down my passage, I listened for my bedroom door to close, but it did not. Intrigued, I arose a few minutes later to check down the passage. They had indeed left the door open. I removed my sandals and surreptitiously headed down the passage.
As I stood in the doorway I observed Erik’s magnificent backside plowing up and down. Cathleen’s legs were flailing on either side of him to the groaning sounds of copulation that were reverberating in the room. I cannot tell you how long I watched, but this scene alone would have made my entire weekend worthwhile.
Finally, as their breathing became laboured, Erik lifted onto outstretched arms and really commenced spearing her cunt. I was so focused on him that I failed to see him observing me in the reflection in the glass of the watercolour painting above my bed.
When I finally did, I sheepishly withdrew back to the lounge.
When they were done they joined me. She made an excuse to leave shortly, because of her husband who would be home fairly soon.
Regrettably, he had put on his boxers after their encounter and therefore, I still did not get to see his legendary dick.
“Listen, buddy,” he said “Tonight belongs to you. Do you mind if a take another nap before we hit the town?”
This time, unfortunately, he went to the spare room. I was not really tired and took a stroll in the glorious afternoon sun. I also bought us two incredible baguettes from my favourite store down the road. Upon my return, he was still asleep and I happily let him rest. I then had a glorious shower before Erik eventually joined me in the lounge.
“Fuck, buddy, this is a really great pad you have,” he said as he sat down next to me.
“You’re welcome to use it anytime you like,” I informed him.
“Thanks, buddy, but I would prefer to come here with you in future,” he assured me.
“So… what awaits me tonight?” he asked.
I simply smiled with a 'wait and see' expression on my face.
When we arrived at the bar at eight p.m., I instantly had the reaction I had been expecting. There wasn’t a pair of eyes that weren’t focussed on Erik. It gave me a real kick that everyone zoned in on us with envy. I could see the; ‘rich old bitch with his toy boy,’ demeanour, written all over their jealous faces. Of course, I played my part to the fullest, acting as nonchalantly as I could.
Erik seemed excited and very intrigued. I was mesmerized by the look of excitement on his face. What amazed me even further was when he asked if I thought he would get a blowjob.
“When we go upstairs, you’ll have every pair of lips in this place attacking your dick like hungry wolves,” I promised.
As time progressed, I enjoyed my delaying tactic more and more as I saw Erik becoming agitated. With ravishing eyes surrounding us, I could sense that Erik’s natural horniness was intensifying.
When I finally led him upstairs it amazed me how frantic he had become. He looked like a predator that knew that feeding time had arrived.
“Well, the bar has an action section upstairs,” I informed him.
“What does that mean…? remember I’m a stupid straight guy, so you have to be patient with me,” he said, with a chuckle.
“Well, there are cubicles upstairs, and you can enter them and fuck if you wish. Of course, there is also a platform with glory holes and if you stick your dick through these holes, you’ll get a blowjob,” I concluded.
“Huh? Are you serious?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Sure,” I replied, matter-of-factly, having observed an attractive young guy entering the booth before him as we stood on the raised platform.
After he pushed his dick through the hole, he instantly uttered, “Fuck, Wiley, you gay guys have it all,” he said in awe. “Mostly, straight guys have to practically beg chicks to suck us off.”
“Well… we gay men are born cocksuckers,” I said with a giggle.
Sadly, once more I didn’t get to see Erik’s cock because his shirt was obscuring my vision.
“Tell the guy to hold his mouth still so that you can skull-fuck him properly,” I then advised.
No instruction from Erik was necessary because the cock sucker had obviously heard me. Anchored by his hands on top of the booth, Erik now commenced ramming his cock into the hole. There was nothing I would have enjoyed more than moving behind him, unbuttoning his shirt before tweaking his nipples and then shoving my dick into his backside.
Tempted as I was, nevertheless, I decided to be cautious. Erik was twenty-six-years-old and our age difference worried me. Once, when I had asked him about fucking the older ladies in our town, he had turned up his nose and replied, “I don’t fuck grannies.”
Although I was enjoying the spectacle before me, I did nonetheless, decide to allow him to enjoy his blowjob in private and returned to the bar. The night was still young and I knew that once we got to the sauna, later on, I would definitely get to see him naked. I did not pin my hopes on having a scene with him, however, cognizant of the idea that he may have probably regarded us as buddies.
When he finally joined me downstairs, his eyes were spinning.
“Jesus Christ, that boy's mouth was a fuckin’ natural wonder,” he exclaimed, “He obviously had his tonsils removed when he was younger,” Erik exclaimed, with a crude guffaw.
“Did that take you back to your ‘Pocket Money’ days?” I asked.
“Nah, that arsehole couldn’t even begin to compare to what I just experienced,” Erik proclaimed.
As we consumed our next round of drinks, Erik’s fan club just kept growing. After twenty minutes his head commenced swaying around like an excited cobra. “Sorry, buddy, but I need to visit the toilet?” he soon stated.
‘Fuck, yeah,’ I thought, ‘Toilet, my arse.’
Much as I yearned for him, I was also delighted by his eagerness. Hopefully, he would still have enough energy to throw a few scraps my way when we visited the sauna.
After another twenty minutes, or so, he rejoined me at the counter.
“Sorry about the delay,” he said, “But there was a long queue at the toilets.”
‘Sure,’ I thought.
Astonishingly, Erik needed another twenty-minute visit to the loo before we finally left for the sauna, thirty minutes later.
When we finally arrived and undressed at the sauna, I finally got to see his cock properly.
As I had hoped, in keeping with the rest of him… it was spectacular.
Jokingly, I asked, “Is there enough blood for both of you?”
My humour seemed to be lost on him, and almost irritatingly he replied, “Sure…this fucking thing gets rock-hard, bro.”
Not long after we entered the steam room, which was my favourite place in the world, we sat next to one another. Unsurprisingly, Erik soon had a brand new fan club of onlookers. What transpired next, however, had me totally gobsmacked.
After placing his mouth at my ear, he whispered, “Let’s give these mother-fuckers a show… You’re my rich sugar-daddy, and I’m your toy boy.”
How I managed to refrain from choking, totally escaped me.
“Lead the way,” was all I could think of replying, once I had regained my composure.
Erik stood up and moved before me. After taking hold of his knob he offered it to my mouth. “Does daddy want to suck his boy’s cock?” he teasingly asked.
I looked up at him in disbelief. Nothing had prepared me for this and I thought I was at the ‘Porn Oscars,’ witnessing the best actor award. Confused as I was, however, I was, nevertheless, totally delighted by this surprising development. If I could get my lips on this legendary stud’s dick after a month of fantasizing, I was overjoyed to participate in his capricious pastime of gay ‘charades.’
I enthusiastically embraced my fellatio performance with gusto, straining to accommodate his very large phallus. My aching jaws were inconsequential in my whole-hearted quest for the Holy Grail, and my questionable decision to include Erik on this trip had just paid off with spectacular interest.
As my jaw was put its ultimate test, I became aware of the wolf pack of viewers closing in around us. Their grunts and groans left me in no doubt that the spectacle they were watching was turning them on incredibly. The most exciting aspect of this scenario was the unknown factor. If Erik had been gay, the conclusion to this episode would have been foreseeable. With Erik, however, being essentially straight, the possibilities were far more unpredictable.
Shortly, one of the wolves moved in behind Eric and peering over Erik’s shoulder asked me, “Do you mind if I fuck your boy?”
As Erik commenced nervously jabbering, I impishly decided to teach him a lesson.
“Sure,” I said, “Go for it.”
With that, my hands that were already on Erik’s butt pulled his cheeks apart. As I looked upward at Erik’s face there was a look of nervous acquiescence in his eyes. He had called the play and now had to face the consequences. As I heard the man behind Erik spitting, my hands quickly assessed the size of his dick. Luckily, it was unimpressive.
When the under-endowed man entered Erik’s backside, I heard Erik 'oomph' and as I returned to my mega oral task. Shortly, the man behind Erik commenced enthusiastically thumping Erik’s arse.
I was awestruck when Erik’s initial moans soon turned to groans of contentment. Thus far, I was persistently being amazed by the events of the evening. It appeared that he was far more malleable than I had initially thought.
Over the next twenty minutes, Erik was fucked a further four times. Two of the penetrators were so vigorous that I could hardly keep up my oral attention because of their momentum. Amazingly, the sounds emanating from him grew in gratification throughout the encounter and it was as if his pleasure kept escalating. His verbalizing also grew in stature as he encouraged them to fuck the hell out of him.
Erik finally blew his load when the fifth guy was seeding his backside. As I was savouring his spunk Erik withdrew from my mouth as ‘number six’ was about to enter his arse. Erik then declined, after politely telling the guy that he needed a break.
As we exited the steam room and headed for the bar, Erik excused himself en-route to visit the toilet. With five loads up his backside, Erik obviously needed to dispense with all the jizz that had been injected into him.
When he joined me at the bar counter he seemed to be in good spirits. Subtly, I decided not to put him through the mill and let him brace the topic of the evening’s events in his own time. Thus far, his adaptability and open-mindedness had been mindboggling. My earlier apprehension had been totally uncalled for. It was clear that Erik’s confession a few weeks before about his total sex obsession had no boundaries, which pleased me enormously.
As we consumed two beers at the bar our chitchat was light-hearted. During our visit to the bar, a very butch tattooed looking thug sat down at the end of the counter behind Erik, who sat facing me. He looked like an alpha labourer. His name was Doug, as I would later learn. Doug’s eyes were ablaze with lust as he scanned Erik intensely. Doug was brutish and mesmerizingly sexy.
With my gaze divided between these two gorgeous men, I finally, I broke the ice before asking what else Erik would like to experience at the sauna.
“What would you recommend?” Erik playfully inquired.
“Well, there’s a darkroom area that I always really enjoy,” I suggested.
“Then lead on, MacDuff,” he replied in a theatrical, yet salacious manner.
On our journey to this area, I noticed that Doug was tagging along, a detail that Erik was totally oblivious to.
To call this area that we entered a maze would be stretching the truth slightly. It was a long elongated rectangular space with the construction of open wooden beams in the centre. Naturally, the beams were there to anchor one’s body when you were being fucked or sucked. Although there was scant illumination, one could make out general forms.
Within a minute after our entry into this area, the next round of action commenced.
Erik immediately anchored his torso with his hands extended onto the wooden structure, when a guy kneeled before him and commenced sucking his dick. With Doug in close proximity, I decided to swiftly stake my claim to Erik’s backside and was relieved when Erik opened his stance in an inviting gesture. It felt heavenly as I slid my cock into him, after all the fantasizing I had done. I had scarcely started thrusting before all action again rapidly changed.
Firstly, the guy who was sucking Erik’s dick arose and after turning his body, asked Erik to fuck him. As this transpired, Doug moved up next to me and after placing his mouth on my ear introduced himself, before informing me that he wanted to fuck Erik next. Unable to resist, I groped at Doug’s knob. I was totally stunned as my hand encased the thickest dick I had ever felt.
Next, my heart skipped a beat as Doug moved behind me and said, “Let’s get this fuckin’ train underway.”
Having not had my arse plowed in quite some time, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets because I had never been fucked by a cock as thick as Doug’s.
With the intense double stimulation I was experiencing, I sadly turned out to be the weakest link. A minute or so later I started groaning as my balls began spaying my load into Erik’s butt.
I had barely cum before my body was pushed aside, before Doug slammed his dick into Erik’s arse. The rumble from Erik was unearthly as Doug commenced humping Erik’s manhole. I was astonished when no protest from Erik followed after his initial grunt. Instead, he began whimpering like a bitch in heat.
The guy who Erik was fucking was the next one to unload and upon doing so swiftly moved away. With him gone, Doug now really got into full stride. After pinning Erik’s body against the wooden structure, Doug powerfully commenced slamming his cock into Erik. After lifting his arms, Doug then started tormenting Erik’s nipples.
As I watched a masterclass in rough-fucking, the cacophony that emanated from Erik was awesome. I was also mesmerized by his total submission. Erik’s blasphemous expletives were matched with growls from Doug as he also started biting Erik’s neck and ears.
After a short while, I was intrigued when Erik announced he was about to cum because I could see both his hands holding on the wooden structure as he anchored himself. Unperturbed, Doug just kept pounding Erik’s backside.
“I’m done,” Erik then pleaded.
“We’re done when I say were fuckin’ done,” Doug barked.
Next, as if to prove his point, Doug clamped his hands onto Erik’s hips and began to insanely jackhammer his knob into Erik’s vanquished body. Erik’s cries became docile as Doug inexorably charged toward release. Ultimately, after a few forceful thumps, Doug roared as he seeded Erik’s arse.
Once Doug had completed his mission, he extracted his dick from Erik. In a final display of authority, however, Doug then placed his left hand on Erik’s back, still pinning him to the wooden beams, and with his right hands administered several hefty slaps to Eric’s arse cheeks. Thereafter, Doug unceremoniously went on his way.
When Erik and I exited the area I could clearly see that his nipples had been severely worked-over. There were also distinct marks on his shoulders were bit bruises had already begun to appear. Fortunately, however, Doug had not drawn blood.
En-route back to the bar, Erik once more visited the toilet.
As we sat sipping our beers at the bar afterward, Erik mentioned that he was fairly tired and that he would shortly like to return to my apartment.
Truthfully, I felt the same way. It had been a very exciting day but as they say; ‘all goods things come to an end.’
When we got back to my place his head had no sooner hit the pillow before he was asleep. I was amazed and delighted that he had simply climbed into my bed without any invitation at all. Much as I was hoping to get fucked by him, I was also exhausted and shorty also drifted off to sleep.
The following morning when I returned from my early morning piss, the fantasy I had dreamed about since meeting Eric, finally came true. During our half-hour session, I was pleased that Eric appeared too had taken a page out of Doug’s rigorous repertoire. I was humped mercilessly by him and loved every second of it.
Afterward, we had a shower that soon was followed by anchovy toast and coffee.
At around ten a.m., Cathleen, the woman whom we had met the day before, phoned Erik. In all honesty, I was slightly annoyed. More bad news followed, when she informed Erik that her husband had been collected by his buddies that morning and they had all gone fishing for the day. Erik then asked me if he could invite her over for lunch.
I simply nodded, yes.
I had already decided that I was going to buy a roast chicken and salads from a local delicatessen for lunch. Before their call even ended, I was on my way to the deli.
An hour later when she arrived, the table was set and all the salads had been decanted into suitable dishes. All that was needed was for the chicken to be reheated ten minutes prior to eating.
Shortly after Cathleen arrived she was taken to my bedroom before Erik commenced screwing her. I audaciously decided to also move through to the bedroom and observe the action. Without being invited, I then got on the bed and started fucking Erik’s arse as he thrust into her. Cathleen was overwhelmed by my brazenness and it was clear that she was very excited by his development.
Thereafter, it was as if a bisexual, threesome fuck-switch had been turned on. Not only did I fuck Erik as he was fucking her, but he also fucked me as I plowed her pussy.
Following on that, we commenced double penetrating her. Erik humped her pussy as I fucked her arse, before we reversed the action. We even progressed to double-fucking her in both holes simultaneously. Cathleen was totally compliant throughout and couldn’t get enough of our dual attention. The more we manipulated her body to our needs, the more she broadcast her consent.
Although I had previously had sex with women, it had never really been my scene. Strangely, however, it was as if a new symbiosis had been born between Erik and me during our session with her. I could feel he and I were in tune and that our future sex lives would hereafter be intertwined. I had a sense, that having been instrumental in unshackling Erik’s mind the previous day, he was now demanding a reciprocation of sorts.
The one aspect of our manage-a-trios that particularly excited me was when we orally wrestled for control of her clit. The look in Erik’s eyes as we did so was breath-taking.
After our extended session, we finally ate at three p.m.
Cathleen left shortly thereafter, concerned about a possible early return by her husband. Upon her departure, Erik and I made short work of the dishes before taking a nap.
Erik had informed me earlier while we were cleaning up, that he wished to have a repeat performance of the previous evening. I happily agreed.
At eight o’clock that evening we once more made our way to the bar. After a quick beer, we again headed for the glory hole section. On this occasion, I was a lot bolder and instantly moved behind Erik as he was getting a blowjob. Before long, as his knob was being sucked I commenced fucking him. I even tweaked his nipples during the process and could tell that this procedure met with his approval. I even added to the array of bite marks that Doug had given him the previous evening
After a few minutes, Erik suggested that we change positions. With me getting a blowjob, Erik now fucked my arse. After Erik’s initiation into the practice of nipple play, my tits now got a severe working-over. Once again, however, I became over-excited and promptly shot my load. I politely moved aside afterward and let the guy who was doing all the sucking, finish Erik off.
Back at the bar, we ordered another beer before departing for the sauna.
After we arrived at the sauna, we sat at the bar seated in the same position as the night before and ordered our beers. From behind Erik, I once more I observed Doug enter the bar as he had done the previous evening and enthusiastically glance in our direction. I then watched as he engaged the barman before being handed a key. Doug then briefly left the bar, afore returning moments later with a satchel hanging off his shoulder.
As he approached us he gave me a wink, before embracing Erik from behind. After nibbling on Erik’s ear, he informed Erik that he had rented a private cubicle and invited Erik to join him.
Erik gave me a, ‘do you mind' look, to which I responded with a; ‘not at all,' shrug.
After they departed, I finished my beer and decided to head for the steam room. En-route, however, I passed by the private cubicles to sate my curiosity. It was clear which room they were in, because of all the grunts and growls emanating from the room. Smiling, I made my way to the steam room, wondering what ‘torture’ Erik was enduring.
My mild disappointment at being excluded from the private cubicle was totally negated when I entered the steam room. In the centre of the steam room, there was a large raised platform with a mass of writhing bodies, fucking and sucking. This platform was not always as well-utilized as it should have been, but from time to time during my visits, I encountered a ‘clutter-fuck’ in full swing. I have to admit that these scenes had always been highpoints on my previous visits to the sauna.
I instantly joined the melee and lost myself in the carnal romp. Lost in the seedy sensuality I felt like I was in one those Kirsten Bjorn porn orgies. I fucked, got fuck, sucked, and got sucked.
After an age of bliss, I decided to have a quick shower and return to the bar.
I had no sooner got my beer before Erik joined me at the bar. He had a strangely bemused look on his face.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked.
“Jesus, Wiley, I have to tell you that I have had the most incredible weekend. So far, I have received a sex education of the highest order,” he stated with a disbelieving snigger, before continuing, “You won’t believe what has just happened to me!”
“Tell me everything,” I enthusiastically countered.
“Well, when we got to the cubicle Doug commenced kissing me so vigorously that I thought he was going to bite my lips off my face. Doug likes it rough, as you saw last night. Before long, he had me in the doggy position and began fucking the hell out of me. I have to tell you that I didn’t realize how thick his cock really is. Although I only felt it in my arse last night, I didn’t actually see it. When I got a good look at his dick in the cubicle tonight, however, I couldn’t believe that my backside coped with it.” Erik sniggered, before taking a sip of his beer
Erik then continued with his story. “Doug is immensely strong, not surprising considering that he is a stevedore. I’m a tough farm boy, but compared to him I feel like a weakling… In any case, I soon had my arse in the air in the doggy position and shortly Doug was giving me the fucking of my life. You know… if anybody told me prior to this weekend that I would enjoy being on the receiving end of S & M, I would have told them to have their head examined. But now, I fuckin’ love it.”
After another laugh and a sip of beer, Erik resumed his story. “My nipples were once more tweaked and my arse slapped robustly as he hammered my backside. When he finally turned me onto my stomach and placed my legs over his shoulders, he also started spitting on and slapping my face. This initially startled me, but fully under his control, I quickly realized that this was my lot and that I would simply have to grin and bear it. Yet again, I was soon amazed by how much his domination was turning me on.”
Erik now halted his story to grab a hand full of peanuts and consume them. Thus far I had made no comment but simply nodded my head as his story unfolded. After another swig of beer, he once more continued.
“Doug next expanded his ‘onslaught’ by placing his hand around my neck and restricting my breathing. I did panic a little at first, but it soon became clear that he knew what he was doing. As I felt my excitement grow, I manically began to tug of my knob. Jesus, Wiley, when I came I had never experienced a better orgasm in my life. It was also as if my ecstasy was contagious, because Doug also unloaded into my manhole a short while later.”
I then finally spoke. “So you had a great scene?” I asked.
“Fuck, buddy, our scene was far from over,” he said with a chuckle.
Picking up on the questioning expression on my face, Erik then resumed.
“Well… first, we sat chatting for a while. Doug first told me that I really appealed to him because he didn’t like ‘pussy boys’, as he put it, and that he was looking for someone like me to become his bitch. Without going into details about my sex life, I explained our distant situation to him. He looked a little sad but made me promise that I would call him when we next visit, because he’d like to arrange a ‘party’ with all his buddies in his play-pit at his home. What the fuck’s a play-pit, Wiley?” Erik then asked.
Having visited one a few years before, I gave him a brief synopsis of that experience.
“Fuck, that sounds hectic,” he replied with a horny smile.
I was really anxious to hear the rest of his story and encouraged him to do so.
After another chuckle, Erik dramatically resumed. “Wiley, Doug next told me that he wanted me to fist him.”
“You’re kidding,” I shot back in disbelief.
"I kid you not,” he countered with an air of bemused superiority, before resuming, “Naturally I told him that I had never done this before. Doug then calmly explained what I needed to do, after removing a jar of lubrication from the satchel he had with him. Fuck me, Wiley; the next scene blew my fuckin’ mind. Once my hand had fully entered his arse he told me to ball my fist. Thereafter, Doug instructed me to oscillate my fist to and fro. It was fuckin’ weird but fuckin’ wonderful,” he exclaimed, his eyes ablaze with excitement.
“Christ, Wiley, I eventually had my entire fuckin’ arm up to my elbow up his arse. Have you ever been fisted of fisted anyone?” Eric then asked.
“No, buddy, you are definitely up on me on that score,” I replied.
With a look of haughtiness, he then said, “Oh, well, take it from me, it’s fuckin’ awesome.”
Trying to hide my inadequacy, I asked, “So, what happened next?”
“Well, Doug simply couldn’t get enough and my arm pistoned his arse like a fuckin’ jackhammer. In any case, by the time I again commenced fucking him I was so excited that I shot my load almost instantly,” he said, with a self-satisfied look on his face.
Before I could respond, Erik continued. “Of course, he gave me a solid butt fucking thereafter.”
Afterward, we quietly sat sipping our beers.
“Would you like to visit the darkroom area again,” I later asked, trying to plump up my shortcomings
“Sure, why the fuck not,” Erik eagerly replied.
So far, I had enjoyed a brilliant weekend. As luck would have it, the dark room proved to be another highlight of the weekend.
After we entered, Erik was soon plowing someone’s backside with me fucking him. In no time, a daisy chain began forming as a lustful train of humping bodies humped to and fro.
Groping hands, and the smell and sound of sex totally overwhelmed the area as we lustfully swayed in a sea of sensuality. For the next hour, the man in front would soon move to the back of the train, as we rotated continually. When a guy ejaculated he would simply remove himself from the chain and then move off. The sequence of gyrating bodies seemed to have a never-ending reserve.
After both Erik and I had sated our carnal needs, we moved off to relax in the steam room.
The steam room was fairly empty and I think that both Erik and I were done for the day. We left shortly afterward and did not have another beer before our departure.
When we got back to my apartment we were in bed and sleeping before long.
I awoke early the following morning because I wanted to get underway at eight o’clock. There was I lovely old fashioned hotel that I had planned to have lunch at en-route home. I had discovered this place a few months earlier and the food was wholesome and tasty. The small town where this hotel was located was a minor detour, and just over an hour away from the village where we lived.
After a fantastic lunch, as we drove home Erik reclined his seat and had a nap. While driving I thought about the incredible weekend I had just enjoyed. I would definitely be inviting Erik along in future. I also thought about our lives in the village thereafter. Neither one of us was the relationship type. If we became fuck-buddies, however, that would be great.
I even wondered about Doug’s play-pit on our next visit.
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The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
She sits in front of me in American History class. Her long thick brunette hair drapes across your desk when she sits back and the scent drives you wild. I dont quite understand it, I've never had these feeling for another girl before but Heather just drives me wild. She has a locker about 6 down from mine and we are friendly to each other but I wouldn't call us friends. The senior dance is coming up on Friday and I overheard her trying to catch a ride. "I can drive to the dance" you say to her...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...