I met George on a swingers hookup website. His profile said he was versatile, but was also more Top, and enjoyed oral both ways. He lived alone but had a girlfriend, who was straight and didn’t know of his love for sex with men. George was a bigger man, just my type. I liked men bigger and larger, with a belly, an average package, and at least slightly thicker, at least from the photos. I’m a small man, just a few inches over five feet, average package.
I contacted George, asking if he would be interested in me giving him a blow job. I explained that I don’t just suck cock, but I worship cock and enjoy having the man ejaculate in my mouth, and I swallow all that’s given. I could come over right after work.
I sent the message just after lunch and didn’t hear back until an hour before I got off work. George answered, “Yes, I would like to have my cock worshipped. When can you be here?” After he told me where he lived, I said, “I’ll be there about 5:30.” So it was set.
His place was easy to find. Actually, he was only a couple of miles from my house. As his profile said, George was a bigger man, with a protruding belly. He looked to be Hawaiian. He led me into a bedroom. There were two bedrooms. There were some photos around of family and, I assumed, a girlfriend, as she was blond.
We got right to it. He lay back on the bed. I pulled his shorts and underwear down. I was pleasantly surprised. His cock was like his photos had shown, but it was much thicker. I was happy about that, as I like a nice thick cock, trying to squeeze it into my throat or my favorite, into my tight ass.
Anyway, on to worshipping George’s cock. I licked, sucked, mouthed his large ball sack, kissed and sucked on his cock head. When I finally slipped all of him into my mouth, I slowly worked him into my throat, massaging his cock by swallowing repeatedly. George was very vocal, telling me how sweet my mouth was, how no one had ever swallowed him into their throat. He was loving it!
I continued to worship him, holding his balls, rubbing his taint, working his shaft. I wanted him to cum. After a good 20 minutes, George started to squirm around. His breathing got ragged. His cock hardened, and with a roar George orgasmed. Pulse after pulse of his cock deposited a huge load of cum in my mouth, which I happily swallowed.
George lay there breathing deeply. I continued to nurse on his cock as small dribbles of cum leaked out, which I lapped up. George pulled me up and kissed me, pushed his tongue in my mouth. I think he was searching for any residual cum. There was none. I swallowed it all.
We lay together. George had pulled me up onto him to cuddle. After, we sat in his kitchen. He offered a beer. We chatted, him telling me about his girlfriend. She didn’t live with him but visited most nights after she got off work at 8pm. It was getting close to 7:00, and I needed to get home. I asked George if he would like to have a repeat, have me back again. He was very eager, wanted to know when. I offered my phone number and said to text me, as I was available most every night after work, also on the weekends.
Two days later, a Friday, George texted, “Can you come by after work today?” I responded, “Yes, I can, same time if that works for you.” Hookup was set. I was looking forward to pleasuring George again.
When I arrived, George was ready for me. He was already naked. He led me into the bedroom. This time he took my clothes off and said he wanted to see me naked. Then, laying me on the bed, he climbed up into a 69 position. He was on his hands and knees over me. His cock and balls hanging down, I started licking. He started licking. George mimicked everything I did to him.
When I started to rub his taint, he rubbed mine, except he went lower to my tight hole, lightly circling it and tapping. When someone plays with my bottom, I get extremely aroused. It drives me crazy. When George rose on his knees and pulled my ass up and licked my hole a couple times, something I love, I had to tell him I wasn’t clean, as I had come from work.
George knew that, but said he doesn’t care. My ass was just so nice he would eat me anyway. The first few licks were nice, but when he really dove in, it was awesome. George ate my bottom like a man possessed. He had his tongue deep inside me. He kissed, sucked, penetrated, and licked some more. Finally saying, “Can I fuck you, Dick?”
I said, “George, I haven’t cleaned out. Don’t you want me to do that first?” He said, “No, it doesn’t bother me. I need to feel inside you.” He wanted me missionary, so he could see my expression when he penetrated me. He pulled lube and slathered a bunch on and in my hole, then on his cock.
He pushed my legs, hips up, got into position, then pushed. I pushed out. He sank in a bit, then a little more. This fat cock really stretched my hole, a little burn, then pleasure as he was now rubbing across my prostate. George fucked me like this for what felt like 10 or 15 minutes.
George then pulled out, flipping me over on my hands and knees, pushing his cock back in. Now he starts to really fuck me hard. It feels like he’s all the way up my stomach, pounding me like a wild man. His hanging balls are slapping mine. I didn’t even feel George orgasm. He was pounding me so hard, it didn’t feel good. He pulled out of my ass, followed by a gush of cum. I collapsed on the bed. I didn’t cum!
Immediately, George started to apologize. He was sorry for losing control, saying my hole was so tight, my ass just so inviting, he lost it. George was asking what he could do for me. He truly felt bad. He asked if I wanted to fuck his virgin ass; what could he do for me? “George,” I said, “just suck my cock, let me cum and swallow all of it.”
George and I sat, drinking a beer. He was still apologizing. I finally said, “Enough, George! Let’s move on. Tell me about your girlfriend or something.” He started telling me about their sex life, and how she liked butt sex, and that sometimes it was messy. After all, it is an exit, not an entrance. A shower takes care of all that!
It was getting late. I had been there for a couple of hours, and needed to get home. I asked George when we could get together again. He said Sunday afternoon around 3:00 would be good. His girlfriend usually spends Saturday night but works on Sunday. She’s a nurse at the local hospital. So Sunday it is. As I was leaving, George hugged me and said, “I guess you’re my boyfriend now. First time for me.”
Sunday came quickly. I was knocking on his door at 2:45, a little early, so I caught him just out of the shower, towel wrapped around him. When the door closed behind me, George hugged me and planted a sloppy kiss, pushing his tongue into me. After making out, I had his cock in my hand. I dropped to my knees right there and gave him a loving suck. Pulling me up, he says, “Let’s get you in my bed. I can’t wait to feel you on top of me.”
I was naked in a flash, clothes strung all the way to the bedroom: shoes, socks, shirt, pants and underwear, leading a path to us. Cuddling on the bed, me on top, his cock in the crease of my bottom, hands all over my back. George was making love to me. He didn’t want to just fuck. He wanted more.
Sliding down his body, I took him in my mouth and worshiped his cock and balls as only I can. He was moaning, calling my name, “Oh god, Dick, you do that so good. I need to fuck you. Please ride me.” George’s belly with his thighs, the space between was just like a saddle, with his horn sticking straight up, waiting for me to mount.
I grabbed the lube, spread it on his horn, into my hole, and all around it. I raised, positioned him at my opening, and slowly sat down on him. Damn the stretch and the burn I so love. Then all the way down. He’s moaning. I’m moaning, “How awesome it feels.” We fucked like that until my thighs and knees were hurting. George moves me over onto my hands and knees. He pushes back inside me and is pumping away, not pounding, just fucking. I can feel an orgasm coming. All of a sudden he stops. I hear a gasp and “What the fuck is going on, George?” It’s his girlfriend. She is standing in the bedroom doorway.
George pulled out like he was struck by lightning. He rushed out with her in tow and slammed the bedroom door closed. Of course, I was petrified by what she saw. I got dressed and was listening at the closed door. I could hear low talking, but couldn’t understand what was said.
I decided I should be as discreet as possible and get out of there. I quietly opened the door and looked out. I could see them standing in the kitchen, her back to me and the front door. I looked at George for some direction or acknowledgment—nothing, as he was talking to her. I didn’t think he even saw me. I started for the front door. He looked up. She spun around and yelled at me, “Where the fuck are you going? Get back in the bedroom.”
I froze and looked at George. He just nodded his head yes. I backed into the bedroom and shut the door. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t want to make it worse, so I just sat on the bed. Probably half an hour went by when they both came back into the bedroom. George was still naked. Carrie was her name, I found out. She just sat on the dressing table chair.
George looks at me and says, “Dick, this is Carrie, my girlfriend. She wants to watch.” Holy crap, I say to myself. George looks at me. His eyes tell me everything: get undressed and assume the position. I slowly strip, looking at Carrie. She has a smirk on her face, but her eyes are watching me. When I take my underwear off, her eyes go right to my cock, which was shriveled up. She giggles.
I get on the bed on my hands and knees. She says, “Sideways to me. I want to see his cock in your ass.” George gets behind me, lubes himself and me, shoving two fingers in me, then pushes his cock in, all the way in. He starts pumping, reaches around and starts rubbing my cock. Carrie gets up and comes close, real close. I can feel her breath on my ass cheeks.
Suddenly Carrie takes over on my cock. She’s not gentle at all; she really manhandles my cock. Saying all kinds of filthy things to us: “Fuck the slut, George. Punish that hole. I want to see it gaping when you’re done unloading your cum in him. I want to see it dripping out of the fag hole.”
It didn’t take George long, and he was pumping me full of cum. I didn’t even feel it. He stayed inside me for a minute, then pulled out real quick, followed by a loud fart and a gush of cum. It dripped down my balls onto the bed. Carrie was still stroking me, but I was still soft. It was actually starting to feel good as I got hard.
I was real close to an orgasm when she dropped her pants, crawled up on the bed, pulled her panties to the side, and said, “Eat my pussy, fag.” I dove right in. Now I do like to pleasure a pussy with my mouth and fingers.
Having been told many times I am a good pussy eater, I had her gasping and moaning, still calling me fag, gay boy, asshole. She had a massive orgasm after only a few minutes, shaking. Her body went rigid, thighs squeezing my head. Until finally she relaxed back, opened her eyes and said, “George, you need to take lessons from fag boy here on pussy eating.”
She finally let me have an orgasm, telling me to kneel up and jack off, cum on her pussy so George could clean it up. It seriously took me about ten strokes, and I shot a massive amount of cum on her, then watched George lick my cum up. She had another small orgasm from him eating my cum.
I think she wanted to humiliate me some more. They both got dressed, but told me to stay naked. She made me bend over so she could see my hole, even poked her finger in me. She fondled my balls. They made me sit at the kitchen table naked while we drank a beer and chatted.
After about 30 minutes of conversation, she said I could get dressed. After George cleaned up the cum that was still leaking from my ass, he went to get a wash cloth when she stopped him and said, “No, clean his ass with your tongue, George!” I’m not sure what it looked like back there, if it was just cum or maybe something else also.
George didn’t hesitate. He had me stand up, bend over, and just dove right in. It did feel really good. When he was done, she said, “Clean the chair too.”
I went to get dressed. She followed me to the bedroom. “I want to watch,” she said, fondling my package. Once dressed, I headed out, only to be told, “I expect you back here on Tuesday after work, her day off.”
That night on the computer, I got a message from George. He explains what they talked about when she discovered us fucking. She was pissed. He had never told her that he was bisexual. When he explained I was also bi and not gay, she cooled down. She told him that if he wanted a boyfriend, he had to share me with her. Something they talked about tonight. He could meet with me alone, but she wanted to know before, and he had to tell her what we did. When possible, she was to be included on Sundays or her days off.
When she was included, she was in control. We did what she wanted, no questions, and followed her directions. After hearing George explain all these conditions, I agreed.
Carrie was attractive, about 5’8” or so, average body, nice full chest, large nipples, full heart-shaped ass, mostly shaved pussy. Kinky, I was to find out. Liked to fuck, really liked oral sex.
Tuesday came quickly. I gave my partner an excuse to be out late that night, after work. When I got to George’s, they were both wearing nighttime clothes. Carrie was wearing a black, transparent long nightgown; George, red flannel-looking shorts. There was no preliminary conversation. Carrie just said, “Dick, get naked and lie on your back on the bed.” I lay there a minute or two. She came in and planted her pussy on my face, and said, “Eat me!” I’m licking and nibbling on her when I feel the bed dip and feel George’s hand on my cock, which was hard. Next he’s kissing my shaft, rolling my balls in his hand, then engulfing my cock all the way. George is giving me a blow job. Carrie is riding my tongue. I try to say, but it’s muffled, “I’m going to cum.” I hold back as long as I can, probably a nanosecond, then explode in George’s mouth.
I can’t see but can hear her tell George, “Don’t swallow. I want to taste.” A few more minutes and Carrie slides off my face, still above me, when George starts to fuck her. They fuck. I get in licks whenever I can: her clit, George’s shaft or balls. Carrie is moaning, and George has sped up. When they both orgasm almost simultaneously. George continues to pump for a few moments. As he pulls free, a glob of cum follows, just as Carrie plants her pussy back on my mouth. I know what she wants. I lick her as clean as possible.
George goes and grabs us all a beer. We sit in the bed, drinking and talking. Carrie wanted to have everyone cum quickly so that we could spend more time on the next round. She had a wicked plan for my bottom. It started with me on my back. They were sharing my cock and balls; one sucked, the other licked. Then turned me over. They both licked and tongue-fucked my hole. It felt wonderful. Then George was lying on my back rubbing his cock in my ass crease. He moved off and up to push his cock in my mouth.
Carrie took his place on my back. She whispers in my ear, “Feel my feeldoe. I’m going to fuck you with it.” A lot of lube is rubbed into my crack, also into my hole. Carrie is just rubbing her hard plastic cock on me when I feel her raise up. She penetrates me with her cock. Fucking me hard, she is breathing deep breaths, talking nasty: “Take my cock, you cunt, fagboy.” Damn, she’s really pounding me. It doesn’t feel good.
Carrie’s breathing increases. She’s saying, “Don’t you cum, bitch. I’m going to breed your ass.” She’s really pounding, fast, hard, deep, when her body starts to quake and she orgasms. Full stop all the way in me. She’s just lying on me as her breathing returns to normal. Finally she pulls that thing out of me, whispers in my ear, “Get used to it, as I really enjoyed fucking you.”
Another short rest. My hole is still throbbing. When she says, “George, fuck him. He can eat my cunt.” George pulls me up on my hands and knees. Carrie scoots in front. As George penetrates me, Carrie pulls my head into her pussy. My only thoughts now are that I am theirs to use, a toy. Wonder if they’ll let me cum this time.
George fucked me for a long time. My tongue was tired from licking. My hole was sore. My cock was dripping a steady stream. Finally George increased his pounding, yelled, “Oh Carrie, I’m cumming.” I feel his cock expand then heat deep inside my ass. My cock jerks and I cum, not real satisfying but I do squirt a fair-sized load on the bed.
Before I can roll over, Carrie orders George to clean my ass with his tongue. His licking is almost too much. My hole is sore. I’m sure it’s red and puffy. Thankfully, he’s gentle and doesn’t rub his mustache all over. When he’s done, I’m exhausted and want to go home. Carrie asks, “Dick, have you ever been fisted?” I look at her and say, “Not tonight, Carrie. I need to get home.”
Some more conversation and I get dressed. George kisses me. Carrie squeezes my cock and balls, hard. I’m happy to get out of there. She’s an animal. I need to think about this. Do I want to meet them again or not?
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