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**My High School Days**

From the time I was a young boy, I was drawn to friendships with boys
who exhibited some kind of dominance. It wasn't something that I
consciously did, but I often remember being asked by family and friends why
I would hang out with friends who bullied me. To me it didn -(TM)t feel
like bullying in comparison to the alternative, which was to have friends
who were more like me - meek and passive, and end up bullied in a far worse
way by the stronger boys in school. Maybe I sought the protection of
stronger boys or maybe I looked up to their strength and felt lucky to be
around them. At any rate, for as long as I can remember I had best friends
who were clearly in charge and liked me being a follower.

When I was 14 my family moved (as we often did with a father in the
military), and I found myself entering a new high school in Denver,
Colorado. It was the summer before my freshman year that I met Drew, and
he became my best friend throughout high school. Drew was athletic and
confident, and I was drawn to his popularity. Although I was a skinny,
brainy type, I was always considered nice-looking (cute was the term most
girls would use), and I think the feedback he heard from girls who saw me
hanging out at the local convenience store that summer gave Drew enough
reason to reach out to me.

We hung out a good bit, and I think my deference to his decisions and my
willingness to praise his qualities resulted in a mutual friendship. I
guess most would say that he bullied me, with his occasional joke at my
expense, his demands for my compliance, his using me to do his homework,
and his pressure to control me, mainly for his benefit or entertainment.
But we had an understanding, and I looked up to him like a big brother.

When it came to girls, Drew was gifted with the confidence and
assertiveness that only comes from being a popular athlete in the society
of teen life. I was shy but extremely attracted to girls, and would listen
to his every word as he recounted his ever-growing list of sexual
encounters. During our sophomore year, I remember laying in his double bed
after a party we went to, listening to him tell me about fucking this girl
who would never give me the time of day. As had happened many times
before, we were both masturbating during his story, but this time he
suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"Do you want to smell her pussy?" he asked me with a grin.

"Sure," I replied, nervous but trying to act cool, not quite sure where
this was going.

"Have at it then," he chimed, looking down at his erect cock.

Not wanting to show weakness, I slowly moved my face down near his
crotch. I had seen his cock plenty of times, and there was no question it
was considerably larger than mine, but this was the closest I had ever been
to it. The length and thickness intimidated me, and my nose was filled
with the smell of his musk and cum mixed with this amazing teen girl's
dried juices.

"Have a taste, it's good," he added, as he pushed on the back of my
head, forcing my face against it. Now I was no stranger to a cock in my
face, as being the friend of other aggressive boys throughout puberty had
resulted in being coaxed into giving oral during the explorations through
sexual development that are so common among young boys.

But this was different, because we were now older teens, and for some
reason it made me feel ashamed. I worried that he was testing me, wanting
to see if I was gay or something, and I instinctively pulled my head back.

"I'm not a fag," I replied weakly.

"I didn't say you were. I wont tell anybody if you just suck on it
some. I could really use a blow job."

I looked at him carefully, trying to judge if he really meant it. I was
pondering what to do, when he pushed my head down again.

"Don't be a pussy," he added. "Just suck on it. You know you wanna
taste her pussy."

At this point in our friendship, Drew and I were both used to me never
standing up to him, so it came quite natural at that moment to just open my
mouth and accept his hard, dirty member. I'm not sure if it was from the
physical pleasure of my warm, wet mouth, or if it was from the feeling of
power over making someone reluctantly submit, but he let out a groan as I
began sucking him. It lasted maybe five minutes or so before I felt his
body tensing. He was focused on his own pleasure, holding my head down and
ejaculating profusely in my mouth without so much as a verbal warning or
thought to pull out. I swallowed obediently, and Drew promptly rolled over
and went to sleep, leaving me to quietly masturbate as a way to cope with
my feelings of excitement and shame.

And so began a pattern between us. Drew would talk about his girls and
inevitably guide my head to his powerful member, as I learned to swallow
load after load of his copious cum. There was never any reciprocation, and
I never expected it. I knew my place in our relationship. In time, I
began to have the confidence to date girls, awkwardly fumbling through
kissing and fondling, always being chided by Drew because of my failure to
close the deal.

I finally managed to land a steady girlfriend in my senior year. She
was not the flashy cheerleader or part of the homecoming queen A-crowd,
but, nevertheless, was quite a looker and fairly popular. Her name was
Becky, and I fell in love with her sweet personality, her blonde hair and
blue eyes, and her amazing tanned body. She came from a fairly strict
family, so our relationship was largely filled with long makeout sessions
and some over-the-clothes fondling, but I felt happy in love and found
myself thinking of how we would continue to see each other after I went off
to college. As we neared graduation, I found myself gently pushing to go
further with our sexual encounters, but her resistance was strong and the
furthest I got was an intense session in which she allowed me to suck on
her amazing 34C breasts, and she ground her thigh against my crotch until I
came in my pants.

This dreamlike, puppy-love relationship came crashing down on the night
of our high school graduation. I was ecstatic with Becky on my arm,
following Drew to all the best parties the night had to offer. Becky had a
bit of a disdain for Drew, saying he had a bad attitude towards women, and
Drew would talk to me privately, telling me how I needed to take charge of
her to get in her pants. I ignored him mostly, because I felt he didn't
understand how important she was to me. At some point during the night,
after a lot of drinking at one of the house parties, I was looking for
Becky because she had been talking to other girls for a while. Finally,
one of Drew's drunk obnoxious jock friends told me she went upstairs with
Drew, and my head began to spin. I went up in a panic, slowly opening each
closed bedroom door, peering in from the dark hallway on teen couples in
graduation night lust. Upon opening the third door I came to, my worst
fears were realized. Through the crack in the door, I saw my precious
Becky on all fours, completely naked and grunting like an a****l. I heard
her telling Drew to pull out, as he groaned and gripped her small hips like
a vice, obviously pumping his virile load of sperm inside the tight little
hole I'd never even seen before. I stood in disbelief, as Drew withdrew
his swollen shiny cock and she stayed motionless on her knees with her face
down in the pillow. A large gush of their semen and vaginal fluid mixture
dropped out of her onto the bed, while drew unceremoniously began to look
for his pants.

I was filled with pain, like a spike through my heart, but I felt so
ashamed, so weak and inferior that I just quietly walked back downstairs
before they might see me. After a short time Drew came and found me,
telling me some story about shotgunning beers in the backyard and asking me
where Becky was. I lied and said I think talking to girlfriends. Becky
arrived shortly after that, looking guilty and disheveled, and proceeded to
tell us that she didn't feel good from drinking and had been in the
bathroom but wanted to go home. We drove home with little conversation, as
I held her hand to keep up the charade.

As with most party nights, I was spending the night at Drew's, since his
parents were more lax about staying out than mine. I was silent in the
bed, contemplating confronting him, but my cowardice knew now bounds. I
willingly moved to suck his cock, covered with the sweet nectar of the
object of my love, as he pulled it out of his shorts and motioned to me
without a word. It was like a d**g to ease my pain, and it was the only
time I would ever taste her intimacy. Later that night I awoke to a sudden
and intense pain in my bowels. I was face down and Drew was on top of me,
penetrating my ass, which was a first for us. I tried weakly to pull away
from the discomfort, but he pulled my arms back. I remember just
completely giving up and laying there, waiting for him to dump his load
inside my ass. It was the ultimate submission to end the night, and we
never said a word to each other about it in the days to follow. Becky
broke up with me several days later on the phone without any explanation.
Drew had turned me into a cuckold before I even knew what the term meant.

After that experience, I went away to college in Washington State, happy
to be leaving Drew and Becky, and all of my shame. I heard from a friend
that Becky got pregnant and married some older guy. I don't know if it was
Drew's k**, or if she turned into a slut after him and got knocked up by
someone else, but I didn't care. I was free and ready to tackle the world
as my own man. I was excited to find that college women were much more
open to going all the way. However, I also discovered that I had troubles
performing like I wanted to. All those years masturbating with a seemingly
constant, painfully hard erection made me think that sex with a woman would
be an amazing experience. The reality was that as soon as I got to the
point of entry, my head would fill with visions of Drew's giant cock
splitting Becky open, and my erection would fade to a semi-erect state.
Although I had many failures, I could still complete the task occasionally,
but it was a chore and I felt more and more inadequate with the feeling
that the few girls I bedded were not impressed. Even the one girl that
ever offered to give me oral asked me why it wasn't that hard when she did,
and I simply said I think I was nervous. She never returned my calls after
that.

One thing that I discovered was that I could get a girl off with oral
sex. I enjoyed this immensely, and became quite good at it. Still, my
experiences were limited as I was not the most confident guy, and I was
ecstatic when I finally landed another steady girlfriend and could stop the
college hook-up games. Her name was Lisa and she would eventually become
my wife.

**Married Life**

Lisa was a girl I met during my senior year of college. She was a
junior, slender and petite, with long, dark brown hair that she kept silky
smooth and straight. Her dark hair contrasted with her smooth, fair skin
and light green eyes, and I was enamored the first time I met her at a dorm
party. Fortunately, she felt a similar attraction to me, and we quickly
became boyfriend and girlfriend. We decided to share an apartment
together, and those who knew us saw us as the perfect couple, often
commenting that we could be brother and sister, with our dark hair, fair
skin and light colored-eyes (mine are pale blue).

Our sex life was a challenge at first, because I honestly knew Lisa
could be my soul mate and felt this incredible pressure and anxiety to
perform. She was very understanding of my problems and reassured me that
she enjoyed just kissing and laying together naked as much as sex.
Although not a virgin, she was not highly experienced, having had sexual
relations with only two long term boyfriends. I introduced her to
receiving oral, which she liked, but her innocence made me reluctant to ask
her to reciprocate, along with my fear that I wouldn't get hard or achieve
orgasm from it. In time, she helped me relax to a point where I could let
her incredible little body, with the most perky 32B breasts and juicy
bubble butt arouse me to semi-hardness. Our sex evolved into cunnilingus
and mutual fondling, mixed with the occasional missionary penetration when
I could sustain an erection. She became quite adept at jerking me off, so
we seemed to settle into a rhythm that worked, although I always hated
myself for not being able to achieve the rock hard erections I could when
alone. Although my penis was rather slender and not massive, I knew that
when I masturbated alone it would stretch to it's full five inch length,
which wasn't grossly below average. However, Lisa never would see it in
more than about a three to four inch semi-erect state, which added to my
feelings of inadequacy.

I took a job locally after I graduated so that we could continue to live
together while she finished her senior year. We really worked great
together, "playing house" as we used to call it, and after she graduated we
decided to get married. I can say that at that time I felt the most
fulfilled in my life, and within a year after marrying, I had the
confidence to land a great engineering position with a company in Los
Angeles. Lisa had completed her teaching certificate requirements while we
lived in Washington, so it was easy for her to land a job in LA as well.
We found a nice house and decided to start working on a family, but didn't
take it too seriously, as we were excited to be making real money, buying
furniture and feeling like adults.

It was probably about two years after Lisa stopped taking the pill that
I knew there was a problem. Maybe it took me so long to recognize because
I was just in denial, but then it became the elephant in the room that
neither of us discussed. A couple more years passed, and I could see Lisa
looking jealously at our friends having babies. The nagging from her
mother about a grandc***d slowly increased, but I could see she was doing
her best to not let it cause problems between us. Despite her efforts, I
could feel her pain, so finally I brought it up while we were at her 10th
high school reunion in Portland. She was 28, surrounded by friends who
talked incessantly about their k**s, and I just realized that I owed it to
her to admit we had an issue.

After we got back to LA, we visited a fertility doctor, who informed us
that the problem was with me. A combination of a very low sperm count and
slow swimmers made it unlikely that I would get her pregnant. Lisa looked
emotionless as the doctor talked about options, including adoption and in
vitro fertilization. It wasn't until we got home that she broke down and
cried in my arms, saying that she has always dreamed of the whole
experience of creating life through love and feeling that life grow inside
her womb. She didn't want someone else's baby, and she didn't want to
create life in a laboratory. I told her I understood, but I had no idea
how to console her. She seemed to become more and more disconnected,
focusing on the lives of her high school girlfriends through Facebook,
hearing about their experiences as mothers and living vicariously through
the pictures of their own c***dren. Our sex life became a routine, with me
initiating through giving her oral to completion, followed by her rolling
over and going to sleep.

One night, after bringing her to an orgasm with my mouth, I asked her,
"Do you think we could try all the way? I feel pretty excited."

Lisa reached over in the dark, roughly fondling my semi-hard dick.
"What's the point? It's not going to go anywhere because you can't get me
pregnant."

"I know, baby, but I still love you and you drive me crazy. You're my
wife and I want to make love to you. I feel frustrated after I make you
cum and I ache down there, but you're always too tired to make me finish
with your hands."

She rolled over to look at me, stroking my cheek. "I'm sorry, I feel
like it's so selfish. I've just had trouble having those feelings since
the doctor. I mean it feels great when you get me off, but I'm just in
this weird place and not feeling very sexual. I don't want to hurt you,
but can you...maybe...just relieve yourself, like after I finish?"

I looked at her in a bit of shock. She had always been pretty reserved
when talking about sex, and I certainly had never revealed any of my sordid
sexual past in high school, so her openly asking me to masturbate was not
expected. "You mean like play with myself right here," I asked.

"Yeah...I don't mind baby. It would make me feel better than to be so
selfish, knowing you're laying over there in pain every night."

I thought about it and for some reason became very aroused. I had
always been an avid masturbator, so the option of being encouraged to do it
openly with the woman I loved actually appealed to me. For some reason, it
felt different than having to perform in normal intercourse, and I found my
cock reaching a full erect state with just the thought of it.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know," I whispered, as I gently
began rubbing my aching cock.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart...I don't mind at all," she replied, as she
rolled over facing away from me to give me privacy, but touching my leg
with her foot to let me know she was there with me.

As I looked at her narrow waist in the thin white tank top she was
sleeping in, contrasting with the flare of her hips and curves of her round
little butt hugged by tiny blue bikini panties, I quickly found myself
stiffening, grunting uncontrollably in the dark as I felt my warm semen
dribble down my hand. Lisa didn't say a word, and I quietly cleaned myself
with a tissue and went to sleep.

After that, this became a routine for us, and I stopped asking her for
anything more. We both seemed to accept this level of intimacy, growing
back somewhat closer to each other, and it was a few months after that when
she began to bug me about my past. I always avoided it, refusing to
maintain contact with anyone from my high school, but she insisted on
getting me set up on Facebook so people could find me.

Within a few weeks, I had a handful of friends writing to me, asking
about my life and sharing theirs, as well as the lives of others I knew. I
found it somewhat relieving to know I wasn't a total failure in high
school, but this feeling rapidly faded the day I got a friend request from
Drew.

**An Unwelcome Friend**

After ignoring the request, which sat burning in my mind for a week, I
received a message from Drew.

"Hey buddy...long time no see. Would love to catch up with you. We
used to be best friends, remember?"

I finally needed to get it off my chest, so I told Lisa about it,
telling her meekly that he was my best friend, but I was afraid to respond
to him because he was kind of an ass and a bully.

"Maybe he's grown up...people change," she mused, while glancing at his
picture. "But he does look like the narcissistic type...was he always so
good-looking?"

"Yes," I snorted. "And he knew it, so he kind of chewed women up and
spit them out."

"Well, maybe there's a real friendship underneath it all, so I think you
should talk to him. You don't have any guy friends and it's not healthy,
Honey."

Reluctantly, I stared at the screen and finally pressed the button to
accept his friendship. And thus began the process of Drew coming back into
my life...something I had avoided for so long. Once he had access to my
full profile, he immediately commented on how surprised he was that I
landed such an amazing looking girl. I took it as an insult, as if I
wasn't capable, but for the most part he was civil to me.

We caught up, and it turns out that while I was slaving away as an
engineer and building a life with my wife, Drew was living the good life as
a marketing rep with a company making snowboards and ski clothing. He
visited the world's best resorts, frolicking on the mountains all day,
getting tan and ripped, while partying all night with beautiful women. All
of this came to an end recently, as he decided he was tired of the
mountains and quit his job to move to Arizona and live off of some rich
girl he shacked up with. Then he hit me with this bombshell:

"...can't stand this chick. I think I wanna take up surfing and then
maybe work for a company out there. How bout I come stay with you guys for
a while and get back on my own feet?"

Lisa had been following along with my rekindling friendship with Drew,
encouraging me and even accepting him as a friend on her Facebook account.
When I saw Drew's request, I yelled to her while laughing to come take a
look.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed," she replied, smirking as she read
his message. "Still...I guess he's not really in need, living with a woman
of means. He just wants a change. Maybe it would be nice for you."

"Are you k**ding? Drew, living in our home? You don't understand what
a jerk he can be. And I wouldn't want him around you," I whined.

"What? You don't trust me?"

"Of course I do, Baby! I just don't trust him to not creep you out or
act like an ass."

"Well...he appears to be more mature than what you tell me from the
past, and he friended me and hasn't made any attempt to hit on me. I think
we should give him a chance," she pushed.

I groaned and whined, ignoring his message for days, but Lisa insisted
it would be good for me. Then one night I walked in and noticed her
flicking through his pics on his profile, many of which were shirtless.
When I asked her about it, she explained that she was just trying to see
through his pics what his true character might be, so she could understand
my fears, but she just didn't see it. The next time I was alone after
that, I logged onto her account to see if he had ever messaged her, but
there was nothing, so I believed Lisa's explanation.

Finally, I broke down and gave Drew a simple "no problem" response to
his email, hoping he would just forget about it and move on to some other
idea. However, I had no such luck and within a month Drew was pulling up
to our house with all his worldly possessions.

"Finally, I get to see my old buddy," he cheered, as we hugged each
other sincerely. I realized in that moment that I honestly had missed his
friendship, kind of like losing an older brother that you always admired.

"It does feel good, man," I replied. "And this is Lisa," I beamed, as
Drew gave her a hug and told her she was more beautiful in person, which he
didn't think possible. There was a moment of silence, when Drew broke it
by saying, "...and your house looks wonderful! I can't wait to see
inside."

As we walked into the house, led by Lisa with Drew and I trailing
behind, I noticed his eyes surveying her bottom through her small, white
denim shorts. I felt a sick pain deep in my stomach, as the memories of
high school filled my brain. I thought to myself, "What the fuck have I
done?"

**Losing Control**

Within days of Drew moving in, I felt like the victim who had
unwittingly invited the vampire into his home, making him powerless against
him. He apparently had no interest in cleaning up after himself, nor of
working towards finding a job to allow him to move out. He spent the days
surfing at the beach while Lisa and I worked, and just kind of expected her
to wait on him in the evenings. I told her that it bothered me, but she
said it's really not a problem...some guys are just like that. When I
would try to make a comment about him helping out, he would laugh and say I
seemed domesticated enough to cover the load. This humiliated me in front
of Lisa, but I found my old patterns coming back, as I would back down and
submit to his will. In time, I stopped complaining as I prepared his
dinners with Lisa, served and cleaned up, helped Lisa clean the house,
including his bedroom and bathroom, and even did his laundry. He just kind
of had that power over people, and we both seemed to accept him taking
advantage.

Another issue that arose within weeks was his lack of boundaries. He
rarely wore a shirt, showing off his tanned, muscled body constantly, along
with various forms of shorts and boxers that often displayed the magnitude
of his junk inside. He frequently walked in to our bedroom or bathroom to
ask for things, catching Lisa in various states of undress, always laughing
it off like it's no big deal since we're all roommates. I felt like he was
constantly testing my strength as a husband, and I was constantly failing
to stand up to him...and Lisa was seeing it all happen.

Then one night, while Lisa was away with a fellow teacher girlfriend to
a conference in San Francisco, Drew decided to sink the knife in.

"Hey grab me a beer, will ya buddy?" he shouted, as I was cleaning the
dishes from our dinner in the kitchen. I finished up and brought out a
beer for each of us, sitting on the couch next to him. "I really miss
having Lisa around," he added as I sat staring at some TV commercial.

"Yeah," I muttered, not wanting to encourage him.

"She really is super hot. Is she good in bed?"

"I'm not gonna tell you," I retorted, laughing at his boldness.

"Well it's getting hard to not jump her bones, you know?"

"She's my wife, you jerk!!" I said looking at him in shock. "You'll
just have to restrain yourself."

"Hey I know...why don't you help me out, like old times?" he said, while
pulling his massive cock out of his shorts. I stared in disbelief, as
memories of serving that cock over and over filled my head. He reached
over and pulled my head down to his lap. "Come on, suck it."

I tried to pull my head up, knowing this was a bad situation, but his
strong arm held my face in his crotch. I don't know if his cock had grown,
but it seemed huge, thick and veiny, with large balls and a strong scent of
semen. It was easily twice as long and thick as mine. Suddenly, this urge
came over me to just submit to him, to relieve his aching balls. I
rationalized that it might get him to stop talking about my wife. I opened
my mouth and let him guide his rigid cock inside.

"Mmmmmm...yes," he groaned. "I needed that. You've always been a good
friend."

I continued sucking, going back to my old patterns, and the feelings of
excitement mixed with shame and humiliation filled my head.

"Tell me about Lisa's pussy. And her nipples. I love her little tits.
Does she take it up the butt? How is she at giving head?" The string of
assaults came out like a barrage.

"Stop, Drew," I demanded, pulling my head up.

"I'm just trying to get off, buddy, don't worry," he assured me, pushing
my head back down. "Do you remember the night of our grad parties?" he
asked.

I groaned, "Uh-huh."

I felt his had tighten on my head, forcing his cock deeper, as he told
me, "I know you watched me fucking Becky. It turned me on."

I coughed and choked a little as he pushed his cock deeper in my throat.
My head was spinning and I wanted to stop, to get away from this monster,
but I felt powerless. I let him use my mouth like I was a c***d.

"I know you liked it, buddy," he added, moving my head faster, as I felt
his balls tensing. "How about we try it with Lisa? I'll let you watch."

And with that, he held my head in place, groaning loudly as I felt his
hot, salty seed filling my mouth. It seemed like a cup of fluid was in my
mouth, as I swallowed instinctively to keep it from leaking out. He
released my head and let his massive, dripping member slide from my mouth.
I got up and went to the bathroom, trying to escape his abuse.

After rinsing my mouth and peeing, I went back in to the living room.
Drew was still sitting on the couch, his legs splayed apart with his cock
still swollen and shiny from my saliva.

"Please don't tell Lisa," I requested meekly.

"Don't worry, buddy. It'll be our secret," he assured me.

"And please don't talk about fucking her again," I added, only to get a
silent smirk from him.

That request would be denied, as that night opened the door for Drew to
bully me into sucking him off whenever we were alone. It continued for
weeks, with his barrage of insults about fucking my wife, while I sucked
that cock over and over. In time I broke down and would answer his
degrading questions just to give him what he wanted. He learned intimate
details, like the fact that I have trouble getting it up, and Lisa had
never given me oral or taken anal. He would ask about her cunt (as he put
it), making me tell him that it was neatly trimmed but not shaved (which he
said it should be). He told me about how he goes through her panties and
bras when we are at work sometimes, sometimes using them to masturbate. I
would plead with him to stop, but it just got worse as time went on.

**The Proposal**

After Drew had been living with us for a few months, being completed
supported by us, I decided to confront him one night while the three of us
were sitting on the patio drinking wine.

"So, how's the job search going?" I asked, trying to sound as sincere as
possible.

"Not bad," he replied, brushing me off quickly.

"Well it's been a while. I don't know if it's fair that we're
supporting you this long, Drew," I challenged, looking uneasily at Lisa for
support.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, buddy. I should pull my weight here," he
replied. I nearly fell out of my chair in shock. "I have a proposal," he
added, with a gleam in his eye.

"And what would that be?" interjected Lisa, taking an active role in the
conversation.

"Well, I've been around here long enough to have overheard you guys and
seen things laying around that make it clear you want a baby, but Mike has
some issues," he said, staring at both of us without any fear. "I wasn't
trying to be nosy, but I saw the packet from the fertility clinic
explaining the issue."

"Not being nosy?" I yelled as I stood up. "You're a jerk, Drew. That
was private information."

"I know, I know," he consoled me, standing up and guiding me back to my
chair. "I felt bad about reading it, but I've honestly felt really bad for
you guys. Can you guys just tell me why you haven't adopted or done the
turkey baster thing?"

I sat in disbelief, staring at the ground, wondering exactly how to tell
Drew to get the hell out of my house.

"Because I want to feel a baby growing inside me that got there
naturally, as a result of love and passion," Lisa answered, shocking me to
the core. I thought she would slap him instead of entertaining this
conversation, but she didn't seem fazed.

"Well I care about you guys, and so that is what I want to propose as a
way to contribute for living here," Drew offered, as he moved in front of
Lisa, squatting down and looking in her eyes, as his large hands held her
knees. "I can father a baby for you guys."

I sat in a trance, as if I was outside of my body watching this unfold,
seeing Drew and Lisa look at each other as if I didn't exist. Every fiber
of my body wanted to get up and knock Drew over, but he clearly knew what
he was doing, as his repeated sessions of forcing me to give blow jobs had
broken me down to a shell of a man. I feared that he would tell Lisa, so I
sat there dumbly watching them.

"I have to admit that I've thought about that scenario...not
specifically with you, Drew, but the idea of a natural insemination with a
surrogate father," Lisa stated coolly, shocking me once again, as she'd
never mentioned this to me. "But it is complicated. There are a lot of
emotions involved, and I don't want it to be clinical. Mike and I will
need to be on the same page," she said, looking over at me.

"Absolutely," Drew cheered, looking victorious with Lisa's admission.
He put his hand on my knee. "I know that you love Lisa more than anything
and want to give her what she wants to be happy, so I want you to think
about it hard," he told me, as he squeezed my knee painfully. I sat
dumbfounded, unable to do anything more than nod.

The conversation ended at that point, and we went inside and off to bed
without a word. Once we were in bed, Lisa turned to me.

"I know that wasn't the best way for that idea to come up, so I
understand if you're feeling bad. Will you tell me how you feel?" she
questioned quietly.

I sat silent for a long while, and then quietly replied, "I just feel
betrayed. I feel like he just wants to fuck you and is using this as an
excuse. You've seen how he bullies me. How do you think I'll feel if he
is sleeping with you, not to mention your belly growing with his baby?"

Lisa sat for a while, thinking intently. "I think you are making this
all about you. Have you ever considered my needs and how I've wanted a
real baby for so long? Drew is not the issue. He is actually the perfect
guy. He lives with us, I'm comfortable with him, he is healthy and has
decent genes. The issue is that, although it's not your fault and may seem
unfair, you can't give me what I need and I'm not getting any younger, and
you are going to let this rivalry with Drew stand in the way of my
happiness," she lectured me.

I sat there stunned, realizing that I was on thin ice. Her comment
about not getting any younger implied that she may need to make a decision
to leave me at some point. I felt my palms sweating, as I imagined life
without her and all I could feel was pain and darkness. I also imagined
Drew telling her about my sucking his cock if I refuse, as a way to get her
to dump me. Who knows? Maybe he wants to take her from me.

I turned to Lisa, looking in her eyes. "I love you more than life
itself, and I want you to be happy. I will go along with it if it's what
you really want," I conceded.

She smiled warmly, cradling my head against her breast. As I had done
so many times before, I slowly moved my head down to her beautiful, sweet
sex, licking her to orgasm as my way of showing my love for her. As I
masturbated quietly in the dark, a feeling of dread began to fill my heart.

**Drew Takes Over**

The next day, Lisa informed Drew matter-of-factly during our breakfast
that we want to accept his offer. To say I was in a daze is an
understatement, as I felt myself going through the motions of the day as
Drew took over. Lisa seemed to agree with his every word, looking at me
for agreement, and I would just nod my head like an idiot.

"It really struck me when you said you want a baby conceived with love
and passion, Lisa. That makes a lot of sense. I think we should start by
building that relationship, maybe with some dating and sleeping together,"
Drew calmly stated, as Lisa simply nodded her head like a starry-eyed
school girl.

"You cool with that, buddy?" Drew poked me, as I just shrugged my
shoulders.

"Does it really have to involve dating? Can't you just do it and then
get on with your business?" I asked.

"Well I think it makes sense for us to feel something for each other,
Mike. You don't want our baby born from some meaningless hook up," Lisa
defended Drew.

"You mean 'his' baby," I corrected.

"Hey buddy, this will be your baby to raise and love, not mine. I know
you want a baby as much as Lisa, so you can trust me that I won't interfere
by claiming the k** as my own," Drew countered.

I felt ganged up on. I was the outsider in my own home and marriage. I
was too weak to fight. "Fine, do what you guys need to do," I surrendered.

Without so much as a pang of guilt, Lisa jumped up and kissed my cheek,
hugging me tightly. "Thank you sweetie, I knew you would understand."

I don't know if Lisa wondered why I crumbled so quickly, but after that
I just kind of gave up. I watched that evening as my wife showered and put
on a sexy, white summer dress with heeled sandals for her date. She told
me not to wait up as she kissed me on the cheek, scurrying off with Drew,
more giddy than I had seen her in years.

I found myself filled with self-loathing as I sat on the couch watching
old movies. The only solace I could find to cover up my feelings was to
masturbate, which I did several times throughout the night before going to
bed. I tossed and turned, finally falling asleep with semen drying on my
belly after an emotionally painful masturbation.

"Honey, wake up," I heard Lisa's angelic voice in the dark, as I
struggled to get my bearings. "Baby, can you sleep in Drew's room
tonight?"

"Huh?" I replied groggily.

"Drew thought we would be more comfortable in the big bed," she
insisted.

Without a fight, I dragged myself out of bed, walking sheepishly past
the two of them. The clock said 2:27am. I caught a whiff of alcohol and
saw they both had that glassy-eyed look indicating they'd had a good time.

"Thanks, Buddy," Drew said, patting me on the back. As I left the room,
I glanced back and caught a glimpse of my beautiful wife sitting on the
edge of our marriage bed, her dress riding up seductively. This image was
interrupted by Drew, as he closed the door, smiling at me all the while.

I vowed to just get back to sleep so I wouldn't have to think about what
was happening in my bedroom. But as I lay on Drew's bed, I could clearly
hear giggles and soft talking. Our house was an older style 1930's
bungalow which had these vents, or more like a hole with a grate over it,
between the rooms to allow ventilation. Our bedroom shared a wall with
Drew's, but because Drew never made a peep in there, I had no idea that you
could hear everything. Against my better judgment, I walked closer to the
vent to try to hear what they were saying. That's when I noticed the chair
below the vent, with faint marks on the surface that clearly came from the
dirt on someone's shoes. Had Drew been spying on us?

I climbed slowly on the chair and found myself face-to-face with the
vent. Not only could I hear everything, but I could actually see clearly
into the room from this vantage point. I could see our bed, into our
bathroom, the changing area by the closet...everything. A subtle nausea
overcame me, as I imagined Drew watching our most intimate times,
masturbating over my wife's naked body as she would shower and dress,
laughing inside at me rubbing my pathetic cock after giving Lisa oral.
These images vaporized as Lisa's voice broke the stillness.

"Do you think he'll be ok?" she asked Drew, giggling. They were
standing by the bed, embracing each other and kissing deeply as Drew's
hands roamed all over her body.

"Oh yeah. He may feel bad for a while, but he'll get used to it," he
assured her. His hand slipped into the top of her dress and bra, roughly
groping her breast, as she moaned and let her head fall back.

As Drew kissed her vulnerable neck, she asked, "What if I start having
feelings for you, Drew?"

He held her head in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "We're
going to make a baby together. Don't you think it would be best for the
baby if you had feelings for the father?" he asked back.

"Well...yes," she replied. "But what if it affects my feelings towards
Mike?"

"Mike is a big boy and he wants what's best for you. He knows he can't
give you what I can, so if you develop feelings for me and end up treating
him a little different, I'm sure he'll understand that it's just a natural
development. Just keep telling him you still love him and everything will
be fine, Baby," he cooed into her ear, as he slid the dress off of her
shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "So when was the last time you had
a real cock?" he added, as he unzipped his pants.

"It's been forever," she giggled. "Before I met Mike. I've felt so
selfish over these years, but I just feel nothing when he's been inside me
and I feel bad that he has such trouble staying hard, so I've always
avoided it." Despite the humiliating scene unfolding in front of me, I felt
some consolation to hear her admit she'd never cheated on me.

Drew pushed gently on Lisa's shoulders, guiding her to her knees, as he
dropped his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. I watched my wife,
kneeling in matching bra and thong for my high school bully, staring in awe
at the massive tool in front of her. Without hesitation, she devoured it
with her mouth, moaning loudly as she sucked the head and moistened the
veiny shaft with her warm tongue.

"Mike says you don't give oral," he chuckled, guiding her head with both
hands as he pumped his cock deeper into her mouth.

"I have a feeling there are a lot of things I don't do for him that
you're going to demand," she said submissively, looking up at him as she
rubbed his hard, slick cock.

"All in good time," he smiled, guiding her mouth back to his rigid pole.

She continued sucking him for a long time, occasionally commenting on
how big and hard it was, until finally Drew told her to strip and get in
the bed. She quickly complied, laying on her back with her legs lewdly
spread for him, her wetness clearly visible. Drew got on top of her, his
muscled body engulfing her, as he kissed her deeply and mauled her little
breasts. She moaned in writhing ecstasy, as I could see her hips rising
furiously to draw in his cock. She squealed loudly as he penetrated her,
and it was at that moment that I realized how messed up I was. I felt my
little cock rigid in my pants, my hands furiously rubbing, as the feelings
of jealousy, humiliation, and even anger washed over my body. It made me
realize that this was my curse. The only things that would make me rock
hard were the things that hurt me down to my core. I could either run from
this pain and try to fix myself, or succumb to it and resign myself to use
this momentary sexual excitement and masturbation as a d**g, to medicate my
pain.

As I stood on that chair watching his huge cock stretching my wife's
little hole, her legs wrapping around him pulling him in, I gave into my
weakness and freed my cock from my pants. I licked my hand and rubbed
furiously, getting it slick with my saliva, as I watched them kiss deeply
with each thrust. They were not fucking...they were making love. This man
who had dominated me, using me for his pleasure so many times and hurting
me without caring, was now taking from me the one thing I loved more than
anything in this world. I was watching it happen in front of my eyes, and
all I could do was rub my little dick and accept it. Amid their screams
and grunts, I felt the tension growing, and finally I heard Drew moaning as
he pumped his virile load inside my wife's fertile pussy. My own cock was
dripping and aching as I continued to rub, watching his still swollen
member slide out of her gaping hole, followed by a large stream of creamy
white semen running down the crack of her ass. This was too much, and I
exploded with an intensity I hadn't felt in years, spraying the wall next
to the chair.

As so often happened after climaxing, the feelings of shame and
humiliation returned, as I quietly cleaned the mess and went back to bed. I
gently sobbed as I fell asleep, trying to understand why life was so
unfair. I awoke three more times that night to the sound of their
lovemaking, laying by myself in the dark, pathetically masturbating
repeatedly to cope with what was happening. By the morning, my cock was
raw.

**For Better or For Worse**

The change that occurred that night in our home and marriage was nothing
short of monumental. Drew was no idiot, and he knew how vulnerable I was
to him. He also was well aware of how vulnerable my wife was, with a
husband as weak as me. As I cooked breakfast, the two of them sat closely,
kissing and joking like lovers do. Lisa was completely in love with Drew,
along with his massive cock, and hung onto his arm loyally as he told me
bluntly that he thinks we should swap rooms. I knew I couldn't challenge
him...he could get Lisa to dump me in a heartbeat now, so I just accepted
with a nod. I hated myself for not just leaving them both because of this
screwed up addiction to feeling abused, humiliated, and inferior to Drew.

Lisa kept insisting she loved me and kept up the charade for a while
that this was just about working on a baby. However, in time, it became
obvious that Drew pulled the strings and she followed because she was in
love. Before long, she had quit her job so they could stay home fucking
all day, and he encouraged her to prance around in tiny outfits, showing
off the tiny pussy that she now kept so cleanly shaved bald for him. Drew
began to encourage her to tease me, taking pleasure in having her let me
put my face within inches of her steaming hole while they would make out on
the couch. Eventually I was eating his cum out of her pussy and ass, which
I found to be insanely intoxicating. I lost any sense of myself, as I
succumbed to my self-abusive sexual d**g.

Drew ultimately shattered any remnants of my manhood one night when he
decided on a whim to tell Lisa about my cock sucking. She stood watching,
half-naked with her pregnant belly sticking out, encouraging me as I sucked
his fat, salty cock and licked his huge balls. He would use this from then
on as a way to keep me down, even occasionally r****g my ass, as Lisa would
rub my tears telling me how she knows his big cock hurts in that hole.



So now, after two c***dren, I sit on the couch watching TV with them, as
Drew and Lisa are packing.

"Hey buddy, did you remember to order champagne for the room when we get
there?" whispers the man who I now support, along with my wife and their
k**s.

"Uh-huh," I reply, as I point to the hotel section of the Caribbean
itinerary on the table.

"Good man," he says, patting me on the shoulder, as he goes back to
their room.

As I sit, looking at our two beautiful girls with Drew's blonde hair and
brown eyes, I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"You know how much I love you, Sweetheart," Lisa tells me softly.
Although I heard her tell Drew that over and over so many times, I honestly
believe she does love me in a special way. I look up at her, and she looks
radiant. The dress she chose for this trip, like many of the others, is a
thin and sexy island style, her tiny thong panties and puffy mound visible
as the light shines through. She bends over to kiss me and the c***dren
goodbye, her large, braless breasts, which I paid to have augmented as Drew
desired, and erect nipples clearly visible through the garment, just as
Drew likes them.

I stand at the door with the girls, watching Drew and Lisa walk down the
front sidewalk to the BMW that Drew drives, seeing Lisa's perfectly thonged
ass and narrow waist clearly through the thin linen dress in the sunlight.
I wonder how this will affect the girls when they are older...Drew's demand
for their mother's open sexuality and a cuckold father. As the lovers
drive off, I feel a measure of pleasure as I see the smile on Lisa's face,
followed by a pang of jealousy as I realize what a wonderful life Drew gets
to live at my expense.