My move from Eastern WA to California.
We rented a house in the North County San Diego area when we moved from Eastern Washington to California. I had accepted a job with a company that turned out to be a poor choice. I was looking for another when a former contact in EW called me. He gave me the name of a company in Palm Springs and the name of the man to contact. He said they were looking for someone with my experience.
I called and set up an interview for that Saturday. My wife and I both went out to the interview. I wanted her to see the area and the company in case they hired me. The interview went well. The position was exactly what I wanted. They offered me the position, and I accepted. On the drive back, we talked about her staying until our lease was up, then moving to PS with me.
That Monday, I went into work and gave my notice. The GM (a real asshole) refused my resignation, so I quit on the spot. I called the new place. They said, "Great, when can you start?" I started that Wednesday.
Now I did not have a place to stay, and finding one in a day seemed impossible. Then my mother-in-law’s sister said I could stay in her mobile home. She said I could stay until they were ready to come down for the winter. It was in a 55-and-older park. Now I was only 49, but she said a temporary stay by a relative would be okay.
I moved the second week in May and started the job that Monday. Everyone was really nice, accommodating, and happy to have an experienced person. I met the owner. He was informative and lived in another state, so he left it to his managers.
If you have heard of Palm Springs or know it, it gets really hot in the summer. It was already in the high 90s. The mobile home park had a pool, which I used almost every night.
One night after work, around 7 p.m., I was in the pool. Three ladies, all gray-haired beauties, came into the pool area. They took up a table, dropped their towels, and got into the pool. All three welcomed me. Apparently they could tell I was new. They were very friendly and said how nice it was to see a man using the pool. One was definitely flirting more than the other two.
After a long time in the pool, I got out and sat at a table in the shade of the umbrella. Shortly after, the ladies all got out. Now I had not really noticed before. Two were heavyset, and one was just shapely. All had one-piece swimsuits on. I definitely noticed their breasts. I was perpetually horny, having been away from my wife for two weeks now. Masturbating every day and night was getting old. Plus, I liked older ladies, having had sex with a few over the years. The flirty one stayed behind when the other two departed. She came over, sat with me, and started talking. She asked me all kinds of questions. She had my life story in a short time. She also asked if I had dinner yet. I had not. She invited me to her home, saying she detested eating alone.
So I assumed no husband or partner. Over dinner, she told me her story. She had been married twice. Both spouses had passed away, the last one six months ago. I asked about the dating opportunities for older ladies. She explained there were not many that interested her. They were all too old or just looking for a rich woman to take care of them.
We had been sitting in the living room. I was on my third glass of wine. She was very close to me, her legs touching mine. Yes, I was still in my Speedo swimsuit. The alcohol, her warm body, and exposed cleavage were getting to me. My cock had thickened a bit, which was hard to hide.
She whispered, “I think you like me, Dick,” as she reached down and caressed my cock over the Speedo. I looked at her hand, then into her eyes, leaned over, and kissed her. I put a hand on her right breast and squeezed. We kissed passionately and rubbed each other. Her name was Judy. It did not take long, and I had my hand down inside her top and was fondling her breast. Judy had her hand inside my Speedo.
I asked her, “Judy, can we get more comfortable?” She responded with, “I thought you’d never ask.” I stood up and pulled her to her feet. I started peeling her swimsuit down over her gorgeous tits and her hips, down her legs. When she stepped out, I licked up between her thighs over her pussy and wiggled my tongue inside for a quick taste.
She shuddered and said, “Slow down, Dick.” Sitting down, she started to work my speedo down my hips. My cock popped out, almost striking her face. When she got that tight suit off, as she came up, she did the same. She licked my balls and up the shaft, engulfing the head in her mouth. A loud “Oh yeah” came from me, causing her to look up. She asked, “Is this okay?” “Okay? It’s wonderful. I’m so tired of taking care of myself.” She responded that it went both ways. She went on to say she had not had a cock in a year. Her husband had been ill for a long time before he passed.
Plus his cock was not like mine. Now I always thought I was just average, but Judy was impressed by my size. I pulled her up, and we kissed and ground our bodies together. Judy pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed. On my back, she dropped down and started sucking my cock like a starving woman. I really enjoyed oral sex, and she was good, but I wanted to please her also. So, pulling her up, we got into a 69. Her pussy was tasty and juicy. I loved how her vaginal lips were loose and hung down a bit. Plus her clit was bigger than I was used to.
We had been at it, sucking, licking, and fingering for a while. I could feel an orgasm coming. I did not want to cum yet. I wanted to fuck her and cum inside her. I broke away and had her lie back as I continued to pleasure her, using my tongue and fingers. I even licked her ass, all around her rosebud, even pushing inside a bit.
Judy went wild when my tongue ran across her rosebud. She grabbed my head and held me there. She had an orgasm shortly after that, a screaming, body-rigid orgasm. When I slid up her body and penetrated her pussy she had another body-shaking orgasm. We fucked for as long as I could hold out. I told her I was going to cum. Where did she want my cum? She said inside her. Cum in my pussy.
My orgasm was massive. I squirted at least eight times inside her. Then I collapsed on her chest, kissing her neck and lips, whispering, “Judy, that was awesome. Thank you.” We just lay there. My cock was still inside her. I could feel cum seeping out. My cock had shrunk and was ready to slip out.
I rolled off to the side, on my back. Judy immediately went down on me, saying, “Let me clean this wonderful, pleasure-giving penis.” Once finished, she came up and kissed me. I asked, “Did you enjoy the taste?” “Of course I did, you wonderful man.”
I asked, “Would it bother you if I asked to taste you also?” She crooked her head and said, “You’d do that?” I said, “I would love to.”
Before another word was said, Judy scooted up and sat her cum-filled pussy right on my mouth. I licked and ate her through two more orgasms before she fell to the side, saying, “No more, Dick. You’re killing me.”
A quick trip to the bathroom for both of us. I started looking for my Speedo. She said, “Stay the night, Dick. I promise to let you sleep.” Sleep came quickly. Morning came even quicker. I woke up at 5 a.m., got up to pee. It took a while to get the flow going as my morning erection was huge.
I noticed Judy was awake, so I leaned over to kiss her and let her know I was leaving. I had to be at work at 7 a.m. to open up. She said not before she got to taste me. Pulling me down, she moved to the foot of the bed, took my cock in her mouth, and sucked me off. Morning blow jobs are the best. I definitely filled her mouth with a large load of cum, which she swallowed. Then she kissed me, pushing some in with her tongue.
Judy and I would meet up once a week, usually Wednesday night, for dinner in or dinner out. Then we went back to her place and suck, lick, and fuck. She was a hot 70-year-old lady who I enjoyed immensely.
Work had become interesting. I did not know that PS was predominantly gay, but after getting hit on repeatedly at work by customers, one of the guys I worked with filled me in.
One customer who was a regular started chatting me up. He even invited me to meet for dinner on a Wednesday. I asked for a rain check as my Wednesday nights were taken. I finally met him on a Friday night at a restaurant downtown.
It was a typical Mexican restaurant. The food was good. It was loud, though, making it difficult to carry on a conversation. So Mike invited me to his home after dinner, saying we hadn't really gotten to know each other because of the noise at the restaurant. Not thinking too much of it, I agreed and followed him. His house, quite small, was only about a mile from my mobile home park.
Mike offered whiskey, beer, or wine. I did not drink hard liquor, so I asked for wine. Red or white, he offered. Red for me. Mike had a whiskey. Music was on, low in the background. Mike and I were mostly talking about me. Why I moved, how come PS, was I married and had kids? You know the basic stuff. Mike was pretty close to the chest on his life. Other than what kind of work he did, not married, no girlfriend.
Mike was saying how much he liked me. He had not chatted with another man so openly in a long time. I figured that was some way of him flirting with me. It was getting late. Conversation had slowed down when he asked about watching a movie. I said sure, why not. First, though, I asked to use the bathroom. He showed me where it was. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a naked man with a hard cock, a framed picture on one wall. When I closed the door, there were multiple hanging pictures of naked men, all with big erections or showing their ass.
After peeing and looking at the pictures, I was getting a hard-on, which was not going down when I walked back to the living room. It was obvious when I walked in; Mike stared at my crotch and saw that I was hard. As soon as he turned the TV on, it was obvious what he wanted. It was a gay porno, one guy sucking a big cock. Mike apologized and quickly stopped it right on the cock sucker.
My cock was hard. Mike was staring at it. I just said, “No problem, Mike. Looks like a good movie.” We both chuckled—a deep breath. I plopped down on the couch kind of in the middle. I knew what he wanted.
He started the movie over, sat down right next to me, thighs touching, arms only slightly touching. Mike said, “I’m glad that did not offend you.” I responded by kissing Mike’s cheek. That broke the ice. Mike’s arm went around my back and pulled me for a passionate kiss. We were sharing tongues. Hands were roaming. I was the first to caress Mike’s cock through his pants. He quickly reciprocated.
It only took about ten minutes, and we were both naked and making out on the couch. Mike stood up, pulled me up, and embraced me so our cocks were rubbing together. He cupped my ass cheeks in his hands. He whispered in my ear, “Let’s get more comfortable,” and led me to his bedroom, a California king bed with mirrors on the ceiling and both side walls and headboard.
I noticed a camera and a tripod in the corner as Mike pushed me onto my back. He followed, lying on top of me, kissing and grinding into me. I was definitely excited, turned on, and horny, hoping to get fucked.
Mike pulled us over and into a 69, with me on top. I was shorter than him. I’m only 5’3”. Our cocks were both average, you know, 6 to 6.5 inches and probably 5 inches in circumference. Perfect for sucking and fucking, as far as what I liked. Mike was playing with my hole while sucking me, taking a wet finger and lightly penetrating me. He had large balls which I loved to lick and hold, also taking one nut at a time into my mouth and giving it a tongue bath.
Mike said, “Dick, you have a beautiful ass, purely fuckable. Do you bottom?” I answered by sitting up and putting my ass close to his mouth. Damn, he was hungry. He ate me, my ass, until I begged him to fuck me.
I moved to my back, pulled my legs, and held my thighs as close to my head as possible. Mike had the lube and squirted some on and in my hole, then lubed his cock and pressed into me. The initial stretch I loved, the slight burn, and then he was in. I loved the feel of a man’s cock inside me. I could tell by the expression on Mike’s face that he loved the way I accepted his cock.
Mike was a very considerate lover. He did not just fuck me. He stroked my cock, made sure his angle of penetration hit my prostate, and maintained eye contact the entire time. He talked to me, telling me how his cock felt as he was fucking me, asking how it was for me, if it felt good, and if I was close. He wanted us to cum together if possible.
I told him I was close. I could feel the tingling in my balls. He increased his stroking of my cock and his pumping into me. I could see him strain to hold back. I was so close. One more stroke and I was there. “Mike, I’m cumming now.” The sperm shot out of me straight up. At the same time, Mike’s face scrunched up. I could feel his cock flexing and then the heat from the cum. My anal muscle squeezed his cock, milking him. His hand stroked me, milking me. All I could say was, “Fucking awesome, Mike!”
I dropped my legs. Mike collapsed on my chest, still inside me. I could still feel his cock flexing and jerking in me. We lay there for some time. He finally shrank and slipped out, followed by a fart and a stream of cum. I had not felt that satisfied in a long time.
Yes, sex with Judy was good, but not satisfying like man sex.
We got up and showered together. Mike asked me to spend the night, which I did.
In the morning both of us had a major hard-on. We had sex again, 69, until we orgasmed in each other’s mouth. His cum tasted good.
Mike asked me to stay the weekend. I said I needed to go into work for an hour or two. After work, I went home to change clothes and freshen up. Running into Judy when I was parking my car, she mentioned, “I did not see your car here last night or this morning. Did you have fun?”
I had told Judy the second time we had sex that I was bisexual, so if that bothered her, we could end this sexual relationship. She was not bothered, so I told her I spent the night with a man. Of course she asked if I had time to tell her about it. I figured what the hell. I was not expected back at Mike’s until around 6.
Judy wanted to know who it was and whether she knew him. I was not very descriptive; I just said his name was Mike, and I met him at work. I told her about the sex and how enjoyable it was. Not too descriptive; I just said it was oral. A little white lie. I told her I enjoyed sex with her more. I could tell she wanted to know what I was doing, so another lie. I said I was going home for a couple of days. I should be back on Sunday night or early Monday morning.
On the way back to Mike’s, I stopped for a couple of bottles of wine and some steaks, hoping we could barbecue. When I got to Mike’s, he was heading to the pool. His black Speedo hugged his package nicely. We hugged. Then he said, “Go get the Speedo I set out for you. It’s on the bed.” It was red and a size too small, so my cock and ass were lewdly on display. I am sure Mike planned it.
It was still warm and somewhat humid, so we stayed in the pool for a good hour, playing grab ass, chatting, and goofing around. When Mike grabbed me from behind, started kissing my neck and shoulders, and said sweet words in my ear. How he could not wait to slide into my boi pussy, how tight and hot it was. He reached down, slipped his hand into the Speedo, and grabbed my cock, which was hard from his kisses.
Mike spun me around and started kissing me, tongue exploring my mouth, battling with my tongue. I could feel his hard shaft rubbing against mine. My breath came in short gasps. “Mike,” I said, “let’s go inside and fuck.” That is what we did.
He had my speedo peeled down, exposing my ass, before we got in the house. His fingers were in my crease, pushing against my hole. He pushed me into the bedroom, shoved me onto the bed, had my speedo off, and was licking my crack in a heartbeat.
I felt the cool lube being pushed into my hole. Mike was on top. I was on my stomach. There was no pretense. He wanted my ass and right now. Just like a dog fucking a bitch, his cock penetrated me, and he was off to the races. He said he was so fucking horny for my ass that he could not wait. Mike was apologizing as he hammered my anal cavity. My god, this man was like an animal. He had no concern for my pleasure, only himself getting off—a far departure from the loving man the night before.
I could tell he was ready to orgasm. He was fucking me like an out-of-control freight train. His breathing was short and labored. His cock felt like a steel rod, hard and thick. He pushed in deep, held it there, groaning, “Here it comes. Take my cum.” I felt the pulsating of his cock, the warmth of the cum.
Mike collapsed on my back. His cock still felt hard inside me. He started to pump, driving into me slowly. Whispering sweet nothings, he was sorry for being so rough. He would pay me back, promises and more promises.
He continued to gently fuck me, probably another five minutes, and finally pushed in deep. I could feel pulsing and heat. Mike again collapsed on my back, not moving, not speaking, just deep breathing. He lay on me for so long that I thought he had fallen asleep. I felt his cock shrink and slip out, followed by a stream of cum. Shit, he had orgasmed in me twice in less than ten minutes.
He rolled off, pulled me in to cuddle, apologized again, kissing my face, ears, and neck. He even offered to let me fuck him. Now I was considering that. I had not fucked a man’s ass in a few years, so I got hard immediately when I agreed.
Later that night after steaks and wine, also some gay porn, Mike and I retired to the bedroom. I had been thinking about his ass all night. I wanted to fuck him in the missionary position so I could watch his facial expressions.
Mike hit the shower first. He also douched his anal canal. Then I showered. I also douched, just in case. In bed, snuggling together, kissing and rubbing. The heat between us was increasing. Personally, I just wanted to feel my cock in his tight, warm hole. After only a short time, I moved Mike into position. I started to eat his ass. Damn, he tasted good and smelled clean. I was rock hard.
I scooted up, placed my cock at his opening, squirted the lube on his hole, fingered him a little, and lubed my cock. Looking into Mike’s eyes, I just started pushing in. I felt my cock pop through the first barrier, pausing a moment to let him adjust. Then I buried myself balls deep. His eyes went wide open as he gasped. I pulled back a little, then proceeded to just fuck him at a slow pace, in and out, all the way until I could feel the end of his canal.
I fucked Mike for a good ten minutes until I felt that tingling in my balls. He had been jacking his cock the entire time, so when I said, “Mike, I’m close,” he was also. The closer I got to orgasm, the harder I was fucking him, literally pounding his asshole. With a loud grunt, I pumped a good five to six squirts of cum in him and watched his cock erupt all over his chest.
Fuck, that felt good. A thought flashed through my mind. I wondered if Judy would let me fuck her bottom.
I lay on Mike and enjoyed the feel of his anus squeezing my cock until he pushed me out. I looked but could not see any cum around his hole. We lay cuddling for a while, softly talking. That was Mike’s first time getting fucked in a couple of years. He said it felt good, but he was a confirmed top.
The next morning in the shower, I gave Mike a blow job, and he jacked me off. The rest of the day we just hung out, swimming, some TV, a movie. We had an early dinner, after which I headed home.
When I pulled into the mobile home park, guess who was at the pool area? Judy. Yes, she saw me. It was only 30 or 40 minutes, and she was knocking on my door. I invited her in and offered a glass of wine. Judy looked at me and said, “I saw your car parked in a driveway of a house over by a car dealership.”
I blushed and said, “Okay, I stopped to see a friend before leaving town.” She said, “At 10 p.m.” Busted. Okay, yes, I spent the night with the same guy I told her about. She said, “You don’t need to fib to me. We’re not exclusive or anything. Plus I think it’s hot.”
Judy was asking what we did, how the night was, and whether we fuck each other. I decided just to be honest with her. I told her the whole story, from the pool to the last 69 in bed before I left that day. Judy, from the looks she gave me, I could tell it excited her to hear about the sex.
She interrupted me toward the end. “Dick, I’ve never seen two men have sex, not even a porno. Would you let me watch?” “Judy, I can ask Mike.” She said, “His name is Mike?” Yes. “Mike Rogers?” Yes. “Oh my god, I know Mike. We’re friends. I had no idea he was bisexual.” In fact, we had had sex together a few times over the years. We decided that we would not tell Mike but invite him over and spring it on him.
I talked to Mike a few times during the week, telling him I met an old friend of his. He was asking who, but I stalled. Instead, I invited him over to my house on Friday for an after-work drink. I also invited Judy over.
Judy and I were sitting in the living room with a glass of wine and chatting. The Ring doorbell alerted us to Mike’s arrival. Judy took her wine and went to the bedroom to hide. She wanted to surprise Mike. I answered the door. Mike came in. He grabbed me in a hug and planted a sloppy wet kiss, tongue and all, just as Judy walked in.
“Hi Mike. Oh, am I interrupting?” Judy said. He jolted back. A red glow crept up his neck to his cheeks. A light bulb went off in Mike’s head. He knew who the mutual friend was.
After that slightly embarrassing moment, we were all sipping wine and catching up. That is when I interrupted and informed Mike that Judy knew of our carnal relationship, that I had told her everything, and she wanted to watch, possibly be involved.
Mike said, “Oh, I’ve never had an audience.” He was blushing, a bright red glow. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
I moved over next to Mike and embraced him, kissing his neck up to his mouth, then a very passionate kiss. I looked over at Judy to see how she was taking all this in.
Whispering in Mike’s ear, “Look at her. What do you think? Let’s take this to the bedroom. I bet we can get her involved.” I stood up, pulled Mike up, looked at Judy, and said, “Bedroom. Come along.”
Mike and I quickly shed our clothes. We both had erections. Judy was staring at us, naked and hard. I could see she wanted to join us.
I knelt in front of Mike, licked his cock a few times, took him in my mouth, and sucked a little. Then I looked at Judy. She had this far-away look. “Judy,” I said, “come help me.” As if on autopilot, she came over and knelt with me. We started to lick Mike’s cock, her on one side, me on the other.
Judy really started to get into it. She had his whole cock in her mouth, so I took over his balls, sucking and licking one, then the other. Finally I had both in my mouth together. I was humming and lapping them with my tongue.
It did not take long, and Mike’s knees locked. His body went rigid. He groaned out, “I’m cumming.” His balls pulled up tight, so tight there was nothing for my mouth. I looked up and could see Judy swallowing and swallowing. She raised off his cock, grabbed me, and pulled me in for a snowball kiss, sharing what was remaining of his cum.
She grabbed one hand. “Take my dress off, Dick.” I pushed both shoulder straps down and pulled it over her breasts, then reached behind and undid her bra. She had a firm grip on my cock. As we stood up, her dress fell to the floor. Judy just pulled me with her onto the bed. She whispered, “Just fuck me, please. Pound my cunt.”
I had never heard her talk like that. As I slid into her, she moaned and groaned, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I pounded her pussy until she had a massive orgasm, which she announced by screaming, “Oh my god! Oh fuck! Cum in me! Don’t stop! Oh, Dick!” Her body went slack like she passed out, but her eyes were open. I could feel slight trembling from her.
I lay there embedded inside her until I slipped out. I rolled over to her side. Mike immediately was licking her pussy, cleaning up my cum dripping out. She pushed him away, saying, “Too sensitive. Too sensitive.”
Mike flopped down on the other side of her. We both just kissed and lightly caressed her. After a short time, Judy started to kiss me, then kiss Mike, finally saying, “Boys, you know I want to watch you fuck.” I looked over at Mike. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m going to go douche. Judy, you can fluff him for us.”
Thirty minutes later, I was all cleaned out. My cock was chubby just thinking about Judy watching Mike fucking me. I was hoping she would suck on me while he pumped his cock inside me.
Judy moved off to the side. Mike embraced me, passionately kissing and caressing, gripping my ass and slipping his finger in, rubbing up and down my crack. She handed him the lube, which he spread liberally. Judy squirted some on his cock and rubbed it up and down his shaft. She really wanted to see him penetrate me.
Mike got me up on my hands and knees, fingered me a bit, two fingers, then three and four, getting me ready. He got into position, his cock head at my opening. He pushed in a couple inches. I heard a loud gasp from Judy. “Oh my god, he’s inside you, Dick.”
“Judy, will you suck my cock while he fucks me? You can see up close!” She moved under me, swallowed my cock, which was not erect but chubby. Mike’s cock ran over my prostate every time he pulled back and pushed in, causing me to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. Judy commented on how tasty my leaking cock was.
I had been rhythmically squeezing Mike’s cock as he fucked me. His breathing had increased. He started with a verbal assault, mostly foul words, some telling Judy to watch when he pumped me full of cum. I started to feel an orgasm starting. My balls were tingling. My stomach had tightened up. I was taking short breaths.
Finally I was groaning, “Oh fuck, here it comes.” My orgasm exploded. I was trying to pump into her mouth. Mike screamed, “Fuck! Fuck! Take my cum, you queer!” I wanted to collapse, but Judy was below me, still had my cock in her mouth, sucking out what remained of my cum.
She finally rolled out from under me. I collapsed. Mike was with me, still with his cock in my anus. As our breathing returned to normal and his cock shrank and slid out, followed by a stream of cum, he rolled off me. Judy started to finger my hole, using the cum and residual cum. She said, “You’re really loose, Dick. I bet my hand would fit inside your asshole.”
Mike said to her, “Try it, Judy. Fist Dick’s ass.” She kept working her fingers in, spreading them, stretching me a little more. All of a sudden she gasped. I felt her hand slip inside me. “Oh my god, Dick, my fist is inside you. Oh shit, does it hurt?”
I think it frightened her when her hand went in my ass. She did not stay there very long. She pulled out. Mike said, “Look at that gape!”
He didn’t wait. He shoved two fingers straight into the open hole Judy had just left, then three, twisting them. “Jesus, Dick, you’re wide open. I can see inside you.” He looked at Judy. “Hold his cheeks apart. I want that hole.”
Judy scooted up by my head, grabbed both ass cheeks, and pulled. Mike lined up and pushed in with almost no resistance. The stretch was different this time, loose, wet, sloppy from her fist and his earlier load. He bottomed out in one long stroke and just stayed there, grinding.
“Fuck, it’s like a furnace,” he said. He started fucking me in long, deep strokes, no hurry at first. Every time he pulled back I could feel air and cum shifting. Judy leaned down and kissed me, then whispered, “Does it feel good being that open?” I nodded. It did. The pressure on my prostate was constant even when he wasn’t hitting it on purpose.
Mike picked up speed. He reached under, grabbed my cock, and started stroking in time with his hips. “Judy, get under him again. Suck him while I breed this hole.”
She slid underneath. My cock was only half hard from the intensity, but she took it anyway, licking the head and shaft. Mike was talking the whole time.
“Look at that. Your fist was just in here, and now my cock is sliding in and out like nothing. This is what a real fuckhole looks like.”
He slammed in harder. I could hear the wet sound. Judy made a little noise around my cock every time he bottomed out, and my body jerked. I was leaking again. She swallowed what came out.
Mike pulled out suddenly. “On your back. I want to watch your face, and I want her to see everything.”
They rolled me. Judy kept hold of my cock. Mike pushed my legs up and back until my knees were by my ears. The gape was facing her now. He spat on it, then pushed back in.
“Watch, Judy. Watch it swallow me.”
She watched. She even reached down and touched where we were joined, her fingers sliding along his shaft as it disappeared. Mike fucked me like that, deep, steady, then faster. He told her to jack me. She did. The combination of his cock riding my prostate and her hand on my cock brought it on fast.
“I’m close,” I said.
“Not yet,” Mike growled. He slowed down, almost stopped, just pulsing inside me. “Judy, sit on his face. I want him eating you while I finish in this sloppy hole.”
She swung a leg over and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I could taste both of us on her from earlier. I licked. Mike started pounding again, short hard strokes, his balls slapping my ass.
“Take it. Take every drop.” He buried himself and came, groaning, holding still while his cock jumped. I felt the heat. He stayed in, grinding, then started slow-fucking his own cum back into me.
Judy was rocking on my tongue. She came with a shudder, thighs clamping my head. When she lifted off, Mike pulled out. A thick string of cum followed. Judy immediately put her mouth on my hole and sucked. I felt her tongue push in.
“That’s ours,” she said when she came up. She kissed Mike, then me.
Mike wasn’t done taking over. He flipped me onto my stomach again, pulled my hips up, and pushed back in. This time he was slower, almost lazy, just using the loose hole. One hand on the back of my neck, holding me down.
“You’re staying like this a while,” he said. “Judy, get the lube. I want another go, and I want him dripping.”
She squirted more on us. Mike fucked me until he came a second time, quieter, just a long groan and more warmth. When he finally pulled out for good, he told Judy to look.
“See that? That’s what I wanted.”
She did. She pushed two fingers in, then three, and left them there while she kissed me. Mike lay down beside us, hand still on my ass, thumb occasionally brushing the open rim.
We stayed like that until my legs started shaking. Mike finally let me collapse. Judy brought a towel. He didn’t let her wipe much. “Leave it. I like seeing it run out of him.”
Later he pulled me against his chest. Judy curled up on the other side. Mike’s voice was softer now.
“Next time I take over from the start. No easing in. You good with that?”
I was still catching my breath. I said yes.
I woke up before they did. Light was coming through the blinds. My ass was sore in that deep, used way I liked. I could feel I was still open. When I shifted, a little wetness ran down my thigh.
Judy was on my left, one hand on my chest. Mike was behind me, his cock soft against the crack of my ass, an arm thrown over my waist. I stayed still a minute just feeling them.
Mike woke next. He didn’t say good morning. He just pushed a finger into me, easy, no lube needed after last night. “Still loose,” he said against the back of my neck. “Good.”
Judy stirred. “You two starting without me?”
“Just checking,” Mike said. He added a second finger, pumped a few times, then pulled out and wiped it on my hip. “Bathroom. Both of you. Then back in this bed.”
We did what he said. I pissed, washed my face, and looked at my hole in the mirror. It was puffy and still a little open. I liked seeing that.
When I came back, Mike was sitting hard against the headboard. Judy was sitting beside him, naked, hair a mess. He pointed at the floor in front of him.
“On your knees, Dick. Morning start is you sucking me. Judy, you can suck him while he does it, or you can watch. Your choice.”
She chose both. She got behind me on the floor, reached between my legs, and stroked me while I took Mike’s cock. He held my head and used my mouth the way he said he would from now on, no easing in. He pushed to the back of my throat and held me there until my eyes watered, then let me breathe, then did it again.
“That’s how next time starts,” he said. “You don’t get to set the pace.”
He came in my mouth. I swallowed. Judy licked what dripped. Then Mike told her to get on the bed on her back. He put me between her legs and told me to fuck her while he watched.
“Slow,” he said. “I want to see it. Don’t cum in her. That’s mine later.”
I slid into Judy. She was wet from listening to him. I fucked her the way he told me, slow, while he sat in the chair and stroked himself back to hardness. When he was ready, he stood up, put lube on his cock, and got on the bed behind me.
“Don’t stop fucking her.”
He pushed into my used hole in one shove. I grunted into Judy’s neck. He set the rhythm for both of us, every time he slammed into me, I was driven into her. Judy came first, grabbing my arms. Mike didn’t let me finish. He pulled me off her, pushed me onto my back, and straddled my chest.
“Open.”
He jacked off onto my tongue and face. Judy leaned in and cleaned it with him, passing it between us.
We showered one at a time after that. Judy left first. She kissed us both at the door and said, “Call me when you boys decide the next night. I want to be there if you’ll have me.”
Mike stayed for coffee. He sat at my little table in his underwear like he owned the place. He laid it out while I drank.
“Next Friday. My house, not here. Mirrors. I want you to see what I see. You come over after work. You don’t eat first. I feed you after if you’ve earned it.”
He ticked it off on his fingers.
“You douche before you get here. I don’t want to wait. When you walk in, you strip at the door. Speedo only if I text you to wear one. Otherwise nothing.”
“Judy can come if she wants to watch or join. That’s up to her. But the night is me taking you. I fuck you first, however I want, rough, slow, from behind, on your back, standing. You don’t ask to switch unless I offer. If I want your cock in my ass again, I’ll say so. Don’t assume.”
He looked at me over the cup.
“I liked last night. I liked her fist in you and then using that hole. I want more of that. If she’s there, she can stretch you for me. If she’s not, I will. Either way, when I go in, I go in. No ‘give me a minute.’”
I told him I understood.
“One more thing,” he said. “The camera in the corner. I want it on. Not for anybody else. For us. I want to watch it later. You good with that?”
I thought about the mirrors and the tripod from the first night. I said yes.
He stood up, came around the table, and kissed me, hard, with coffee on his tongue. He squeezed my ass through the towel I had on.
“Wear the red Speedo under your work clothes on Friday. I want to peel it off you myself. And don’t jerk off between now and then. I want you leaking when I get in you.”
He got dressed, kissed me again at the door, and left for his own place.
I sat there a while after he was gone. My hole throbbed. I could still feel his fingers from when he checked me that morning. Friday was six days away. I already knew I wasn’t going to last that long without touching myself, but I was going to try.
That night Judy texted. “Did he decide?”
I told her Friday at his house. Camera on. He takes over from the start. She wrote back, “I’ll be there. Tell him I want to hold you open for him.”
I sent that to Mike. He answered with one line.
“Good. Tell her to bring the lube. The thick kind.”
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