Fun And Games

After a difficult relationship with my girlfriend, Laura, I moved into my own apartment. Developing a bond with someone who is not able to sever ties with a former lover, can put great strain on any relationship. Our liaison always felt overcrowded and I found it difficult to live in another person’s shadow. The ups, downs, and frequent mood swings finally got the better of me, and I decided to move on with no regrets.

The apartment complex consisted of four freestanding blocks, which had two upstairs and two downstairs units, neatly arranged side by side and surrounded by pretty gardens. I got one of the upstairs apartments. Both downstairs apartments were inhabited by retired couples with no kids. In the other upstairs apartment across from me, Jasper and Fiona lived. They weren’t married, and like me, were also in their mid-twenties. I briefly met them on the day I moved in.

Fiona attractive and rather sexy. She was a night nurse at the local hospital and left home to report for duty at seven-thirty each evening. After seven night shifts, she would then have three nights off before once more returning to duty. She preferred night shifts because they were a lot less hassle. Most patients were asleep and one did not have to contend with all the crap the day nurses had to put up with.

Jasper was tall and lanky. He wasn’t conventionally good-looking but attractive in a rough manner.  He worked in construction and was a very ‘earthy’ kind of guy. Crass would probably be a more accurate description. Jasper openly referred to himself as a hick and never tried to hide his redneck upbringing. His language was crude but I didn’t mind that and found his oafishness rather amusing.

A few nights after I had moved in, there was a knock at my front door. When I opened the door, Jasper stood before me only wearing a pair of shorts.

“Would you like to have a beer with me?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

Their apartment was tasteful and contained much more furniture than mine. Having just moved in, it would take a few more months for me to make my place liveable.

After we were seated in the lounge we got down to sharing our past and present chronicles. Jasper also admitted that he got bored at night when Fiona was on duty, and hating television didn’t even have that as a distraction. As we spoke I got the distinct feeling that I would be seeing a lot of him on future evenings, because it appeared that he loved chatting.

At one point during the evening, Jasper excused himself to use the toilet. Upon his return, I observed a huge wet stain on the front of his shorts. Naturally, I didn’t say anything. After three beers I returned to my apartment, an hour and a half later.

I did not see Jasper the following evening, but the night after that as I was leaving my apartment to buy some groceries; Fiona and Jasper were welcoming a friend of theirs at their front door. As I was introduced to Kenny, their friend, Fiona mentioned that she was delighted that she didn’t have to work for the next three nights. Kenny was as rough-looking as Jasper and also had a very similar build to him. As we briefly spoke, I was intrigued by the friendliness that Kenny displayed toward Fiona and was almost as if there was an intimacy between them. As they entered their apartment, I got on my way.

The following evening, I was close to my front door when I heard someone knocking on the door next door. With curiosity getting the better of me I peered through my peephole in the door and saw Kenny. As their door opened Kenny immediately clamped onto Fiona and began groping her. I stood stunned as I watched their front door closing behind them.

‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘what the fuck is that all about?’

I also realized that I had popped a boner and shortly moved through to my toilet for a good old wank.

Nothing that I know of happened the following evening, and the day after, with Fiona back at work, there again was a knock on my door.

“Want a beer?” Jasper asked after I opened the door.

“Sure,” I answered, before continuing, “But this time I’ll supply the beer.”

“Cool, bring them along,” Jasper suggested, glancing at my sparse furnishings.

Once next door, we again sat in the lounge sipping and chatting. After twenty minutes Jasper excused himself and headed to the toilet. Upon his return, he again had another huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. I must have looked at it a little too intently on this occasion, because he then asked, “Do you have a foreskin?”

“Huh?” I responded, stunned by the question.

“Foreskin… a knob hood,” he persisted, baffled by my response.

“Oh… Yes, I do,” I stammered.

“Does your skin pull back?” Jasper inquired.

“Yeah,” I replied, dumbfounded.

“Well… Mine doesn’t. It’s called, phimosis,” he answered.

Truthfully, I had never heard of this condition and told him so. Jasper then went on to explain that it was a non-retractable foreskin. He then informed me that no matter how hard he tried to extract as much moisture as he could after a piss, somehow there was always some left, and that wet spots were a way of life for him.

When he went to work, he apparently, had a facecloth that he wore in his underpants between his dick and underpants to help with this embarrassment. When he was at home, however, he didn’t bother with the irritating facecloth.

Looking at my flabbergasted expression, Jasper then nonchalantly continued, “Would you like to see what it looks like?” 

I wasn’t interested in looking at another man’s dick, especially one as unremarkable as Jasper. But the look of eagerness on his face made me cave in. Walking over to me Jasper stood before me and dropped his shorts. Jasper had a substantial cock. The skin colour of the knob was darkish and the front of the rumpled snout was almost black. His dick broadened toward the large cock-head, which was prominently visible under the hood. I was fascinated by the size of his elongated knob-head which almost took up a third of his entire dick’s length. As he stood looking down at me it appeared that he was in no hurry to pull his shorts up.

“As if the phimosis isn’t bad enough,” he continued, “I also have a second problem.” It now became clear that the demonstration and lecture had only just started.

“When I get an erection, my knob leaks pre-cum like a fucking faucet, and you should see what the wet spot looks like then…” He uttered with a laugh, before boastfully adding, “I have never needed to use lubrication in my life.”

“Oh,” I answered feebly. This was all becoming weird as he just continued standing there I have to admit that a strange horny intrigue began overwhelming me. It wasn’t the overt feeling of lust, but somehow the baseness of the situation stirred an unknown sexual eroticism in me.

Next, he said, “Would you like a demonstration?”

Much as I was gobsmacked by what was happening I was also somewhat fascinated. I again looked up at him and simply nodded weakly. Jasper commenced stroking his shaft. As he did so his impressive cock grew even larger. When it was fully erect, the hood of his knob shone as if inhibiting an imprisoned cock-head, battling to escape its confinement. The stressed dark rumpled snout at the front of his cock now seemed to be in a life and death struggle trying to constrain its pink prisoner, frantically attempting to discharge itself from a lifetime of bondage. The peephole also now began steady dribble of cock-slime, which bubbled and ooze. I was completely stunned and captivated by this.

After a short while, Jasper ceased his exhibition and after pulling his shorts up sat across from me once more. He continued stroking his cock through the fabric as if to fully demonstrate the problematic wet spot dilemma. As the wet spot intensified and enlarged, he pointed at it laughing, as if he had won a challenge of sorts. The look in his eyes also made me feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t overly lustful, but very inquiringly tempting.  

Once the penis parade was over, I shortly returned to my unit, totally perplexed and exhilarated.

Two nights later, I was again summoned for a beer. Although I did not get another ‘wet spot extravaganza’ that night, Jasper’s conversation was very sexually oriented. I got his low-down on former girlfriends and explicit details of what he had done with them.

Two nights before, I had refrained from asking him about Kenny but decided to do so if the opportunity arose this evening.

Later, and after a brief lull, I innocuously said, “Kenny seems like a nice guy.”

Jasper smiled and then said, “He is. Kenny is a really special friend.”

Anticipating that more may follow, I simply smiled encouragingly.

“Have you ever been involved in a threesome or orgy?” Jasper then asked.

“No,” I honestly countered, brimming with expectancy.

Jasper sniggered, before he continued, “It’s fuckin’ great and infinitely more fun than one-on-one sex. The only thing that you have to remember is that you have to leave your inhibitions behind you and go with the flow. The combination of actual and visual gratification is very powerful and I feel very sorry for people who haven’t tried it,” he sagely added before qualifying, “The stimulation from group sex transcends any erotic experience you have ever had.”

Jasper now stopped speaking. In the pause that followed, it was as if he had planted the seed and was patiently awaiting its germination.

Finally, he again persisted, “Garrick, Kenny will be joining us again in three days. When he does you are welcome to join in. Don’t answer now but give it some thought. You don’t have to participate and if you simply want to watch, that’ll be cool. You can pull up a chair in the bedroom and you can observe us in action. Trust me, we don’t mind being watched,” he concluded with a horny grin.

Jasper again paused for effect, as he took a few sips from his beer. The look on his face made me feel like I was being taunted. This situation had by now become otherworldly and I was comprehensively dazed.

I was scarcely given a chance to formulate his missive before he again continued, “You know, a woman has two incredible holes,” Jasper persevered, then chuckling as if interrupting himself, he said, “Make that three. Fiona loves being double-fucked, and as a matter of fact, finds you very cute. She would be happy for you to join in our ‘fun and games.’” Jasper’s last three words were delivered with intensity.

We sat silently a while longer before Jasper finalized his proposition. “Seriously, think about it, and when I knock at your door in three days, if the answer is no, then it’s no. No hard feelings.”

At that point, I simply wanted to bail. Respectfully, however, I agreed to seriously consider the matter. Much as I would’ve enjoyed fucking Fiona, I simply get my head around two other guys who would be in the room. Both Jasper and Kenny were not my scene if I was about to try a bisexual scenario.

I had never had a bisexual or gay experience in my life and had never even given it much thought. I also wondered if I was being presumptuous in assuming that Jasper and Kenny might pay me any attention at all during their interaction. Thus far, no m2m action had been confirmed.

After I left Jasper’s home that night I had a very restless night. For the next couple of days, I also continued to play the ‘yes/no’ game in my mind. I was intrigued but also shit scared about how much male interaction there would be, or how I would cope with it. The two things that kept going around in my mind were; the emphasis that Jasper had stated his preference for butt-fucking when he had related earlier sexual encounters, and the ever-increasing intensity of the way looked at me.

I wondered if those looks were only in my imagination or part of a softening-up process that he had embarked upon.

When the knock came three days later my heart was pounding in my chest.

Jasper stood in the doorway smiling before asking, “Will you be joining us?” 

“Yes… but I just want to watch,” I replied, as if in a trance.

“No problem, buddy,” he answered reassuringly.

As we entered his apartment the action was already underway. Both Fiona and Kenny were naked and she was kneeling before Kenny, giving him a blowjob. As we stood and watched them for a short while, Jasper suggested we move through to the bedroom. In a reversal of positions, Fiona now lay back on the bed and Kenny began munching her cunt as he knelt at the edge of the bed. After Jasper had pulled my chair close to the bed he suggested that we both undress. Gingerly, I conformed to his request.

Once I was seated, Jasper turned his attention to Kenny and Fiona. He asked Kenny to lie back on the bed with his head on the pillows so that he could lubricate Fiona’s pussy as she straddled him. Next, Fiona assumed the doggy position at the edge of the bed, before Jasper placed his suppurating cock at her backside. Very shortly, Jasper was spearing her butt vigorously. As I watched, my cock became rock-hard with all the visual excitement before me. Next, Jasper told Fiona to turn her body, facing away from Kenny, and impale her backside on Kenny’s dick.

After Fiona’s arse slid down his cock, and she commenced wiggling her arse, Kenny pulled her body down onto him before his hands began to knead her tits. Jasper now straddled Kenny’s closed legs as he moved up toward Fiona’s pussy. Holding Fiona’s legs in the air, Jasper entered her cunt and commenced thrusting as Fiona got doubled-fucked.

As my inhibitions became trumped by lust I began to tug on my dick as I watched the hot action before me. Jasper had been correct because the threesome I was watching was turning me on unbelievably. My visual pleasure was also further enhanced, by Fiona’s murmurs that were punctuated by her pants as she got double-fucked along with the men’s masculine grunts. As the trio entertained me, Jasper regularly glanced at me with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face. The added look of satisfaction in his eyes also acknowledged his approval of my excitement.

For the next few minutes, I watched entranced. I was captivated and seriously beginning to crave inclusion. As if sensing this, Jasper withdrew from Fiona’s pussy and invited me to replace him. It was as if my body took on a life of its own when I arose and straddled Kenny’s legs. Shortly, my knob was engulfed by the warmth of Fiona’s welcoming cunt. As I began to rock steadily, I was enveloped by primordial sensuality. Fiona’s quivering lips and approving eyes stimulated me incredibly as I thumped her pussy.

My reverie was broken, however, when I felt Jasper move onto the bed behind me and a feeling of entrapment started overcoming me. when he pushed hands through under my arms and slid them over my upper chest, I glanced back at him.

With his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “it’s all okay Garrick, I ‘m just going to stimulate your nipples.”  

Next, his fingers began to tweak my nipples. This, added to the pleasure of my cock embedded in a hot pussy and the look of ecstasy on Fiona’s face, had my mind in a gratifying spin.  

‘Maybe I’m overthinking things,’ I thought worried about the outcome.

After more body movement took place behind me and I felt Jasper’s dick-head touching my butt, my mouth went dry and I couldn’t formulate any words in protest. Inexplicably, I forced myself to remain calm. Shortly after, when Jasper’s hands released my nipples a sense of relief overcame me.

“Fiona likes her nipples being nibbled on,” I heard Jasper utter from behind me, as his hand pushed my torso downward.   

When I felt Kenny’s extended hands from below extending beyond Fiona’s torso and also clamping my body, I knew that I had been set up. Instantly, I felt Jasper’s slick cock sliding between my butt-crack. My throat felt constrained as my inexorable destiny dawned on me. With three hands anchoring me I stopped thrusting into Fiona’s pussy and awaited my fate. I knew I was about to get butt-fucked.

A multitude of thoughts raced through my mind as I felt Jasper’s cock-head nudging at my hole. Inexplicably, as the pressure on my pucker intensified, a flood of excitement overtook me. After lifting my head in disbelief and with my vocal cords restricted, I felt Jasper’s cock nudging into me. The slight discomfort was momentary and the pleasure that followed was mind-blowing.

When he commenced stirring his dick in me, my prostate buzzed with exhilaration. Never before had I felt anything more gratifying in my life. The way that Jasper manipulated his large knob-head was mind-boggling as he alternated between tantalizing my prostate and badgering my sphincter as his slick orb popped in and out of me. Finally, when I found my voice I began to howl with bliss.

Ultimately, as my arse got solidly fucked, my eventual eruption had me shuddering with more elation than I had ever known possible. It was the greatest release of my life as I erupted in Fiona’s warm cunt.

Once I had cum, Jasper lifted me off Fiona before he began nailing her cunt with ferocity. Jasper’s intensity soon had Kenny unloading in Fiona’s backside in unison, as he unleashed his spunk in her pussy.

Afterward, we all walked through to the lounge for another drink. The men all grabbed a beer and Fiona sipped on a bottle of water as I stood around dumbfounded.

After ten minutes or so, Kenny grabbed hold of Fiona and commenced fingering her. Momentarily, they then headed off back to the bedroom.

As Jasper and I listened to their sexual machinations, Jasper said, “Kenny, really fancies her.”

“Doesn’t that worry you?” I innocently asked.

“Not really, and now even less than before,” he replied, with a horny grin.

There was a sustained silence as we sipped our beers. Then, looking at me he said, “And besides that when Fiona’s on night duty from now on, it looks like my nights aren’t going to be so boring anymore.”

After uttering these words Jasper moved towards me and placed his hands on my hips. Next, his mouth closed in on my lips. Much as my sexual orientation had been tested thus far, somehow this was simply a step too far for me, and I began to turn my head away. Unperturbed, his grasp on my body intensified and soon his left hand clamped onto the back of my head. As a sustained oral tussle got underway my resolve began to weaken and I knew that I would have to capitulate. The unrelenting coercion by Jasper had run its course and his total annexation of me had been accomplished. As his tongue conquered my mouth, I knew that my life would never again be the same.

When our lips finally parted my body was turned and pushed toward the back of the sofa. After impelling my torso downward, I felt his magic rod again jamming its way into my backside. Beguiling my pucker with a delirious ‘torment,’ Jasper soon got into full stride as his animated thrusting recommenced.

As Jasper fucked me my mind was reeling with incomprehension. ‘Why am I enjoying this so much?’ I thought to myself.

After he lifted my torso and began kissing my neck and ears, like a bitch in heat I commenced begging him to fuck me. A new dawn in my life had just begun.