When I moved to eastern Washington, I lived in the woods for the first six months. Then my money was running out, and the summer jobs were mostly done. I ended up moving into Spokane. A friend of a friend offered me a room in his house. He and his wife lived there. He also introduced me to a friend who ran a repair shop and hired me. So I was indebted to Bruce.
Bruce was a recently returned Vietnam War veteran. He basically used a lot of drugs, pot, and opium. I worked all day, but he was always out of it when I got off work. His wife and I spent a lot of time together in the evenings, watching TV and chatting.
She worked as a secretary in a legal office. Her name was Judy. She was a few inches taller than me, as most people were. I was only 5’5”, muscular, and was told many times I was handsome. Judy was a very pleasant, attractive person. She was usually dressed casually when I got home from work.
As I said, Bruce was usually out of it when I got home. Eventually Judy started to come on to me. I really did not want to abuse my stay at their house, as I had nowhere else to go. However, Judy finally broke me down. I had sex with her multiple times over the period of a month.
It started innocently, with her giving me a back rub on my bed after a hard day at work. I was an engine rebuilder for a VW shop. Anyway, she had me strip down to underwear, no T-shirt, lying on my stomach on the bed. It started innocently. It did feel really good. My back muscles were loosening up nicely when she had me turn over.
Massaging my legs, arms, and chest, she brushed my cock a few times. I thought it was accidental.
I had been lying with my eyes closed when Judy asked me a question. I opened my eyes and was met with a bare-chested Judy smiling at me. Her tits were just out there for me. She also just had panties on. She said something like “I didn’t want you to feel like you were alone being almost naked.” It was corny for sure.
My first thought was, where is Bruce? She must have read my mind, as she said, “Don’t worry about Bruce. He’s passed out and won’t be awake till morning.” She then just pulled my underwear down and started to rub my already hard cock. She looked up and said, “Nice cock, Dick. Can I give it a lick”? I was speechless, so I just nodded.
Judy proceeded to give me an awesome blow job. It only took me 5 minutes, and I was squirting a mouthful of cum for her. She swallowed and licked up what had leaked out around my shaft. She then lay on my chest, kissing my neck and eventually pushing her tongue into my mouth. She still had some cum, which she pushed in with her tongue.
It only took me about 10 minutes of that action, and I was hard again, which Judy saw. Reaching down, she grabbed my cock and just sank her pussy down my shaft. Moaning, “Oh nice Dick, you’re bigger than Bruce.” I’m definitely not that big, 6.5” in those days and pretty fat. Judy fucked me. She had a quiet orgasm twice before I orgasmed again. I filled her up, a good 8 pulses of cum in her cunt.
Afterward, we just lay together, catching our breath and talking softly. Judy went to bed shortly after and I fell asleep. In the morning I felt bad for doing that with Bruce’s wife, but I didn’t start it. She did. Bruce left before me, probably to score more drugs. Judy was still there. As I was leaving, she said thanks for the good time, as it had been a month since Bruce fucked her.
Judy and I had sex together 5 or 6 more times before Bruce told me they were moving and their new place only had one bedroom, so I would need to find a new place. So the search started. I mentioned at work I was looking for a place to live. One of the guys, Wally, said he and his roommate Larry had a spare room I could rent.
I moved in with Wally and Larry that weekend. It was an old two-story house in an old part of town. My room was downstairs, off the kitchen, and with a bathroom one door away. They were also drinkers. So I started hanging out with them at their favorite tavern.
Being young, 22 years old, drinking every night, picking up a girl frequently and taking her back to my room, life was good. Wally was a definite horn dog. In fact, his name was Wallydog. Why? Because he had a reputation of fucking anything that walked, blind, dumb, or crazy, even butt ugly.
One Friday night he and I were at the tavern, and we both got really drunk. So drunk someone called Larry to pick us up so we didn’t drive home and get busted. I don’t even remember getting home or into bed. The next morning when I woke up, I was naked, not unusual as I did sleep naked. I just wondered what happened and who undressed me. Wally was still asleep, but Larry was making coffee. I asked him what happened. He told me the story. He drove us home. Wally helped me get into the house and to my bedroom. After that, he didn’t know.
After coffee and sitting, I went to take a shower. When I noticed some crusty stuff on my butt cheeks and lower back. I peeled some off and smelled it. Cum. How could that be? I must have had a wet dream and rolled in it. I felt between my ass cheeks, and there was more. Then I became aware that my butt hole was a little sore and puffy when I touched it.
What happened last night?
Two weeks later, pretty much the same thing. We are at the tavern, except this time I’m flirting with this girl who ends up going home with me. Actually, she drove. We are in my bedroom having fun. I do remember fucking her, but that’s all. The next morning Wally is still in bed. Larry has coffee going. The smell of it gets me up.
Drinking coffee with Larry, I mention a dream I had last night. I dreamt that someone was in bed with me. Actually, they were lying on my back. I could hear heavy breathing. That’s all I remember of the dream.
I went to shower. That feeling in my bottom was back. I could feel my opening was puffy and a little sore. I need to see a doctor, find out what’s going on. Thinking it might be serious. The next day I go to the free clinic. After examining me, he’s asking questions about my sexuality. Am I gay? Have I had anal sex? Fuck no, I say! The doctor explains to me my asshole looks like I’ve been penetrated. I am flabbergasted. How? I’m asking myself.
On the way home, I pick up a case of beer. When I get home, Larry is watching TV. Wally went somewhere. Larry asks about the doctor and why I went. Being embarrassed, I don’t answer him. After 4 quick beers, I’m getting loose, and Larry asks again. This time I tell him everything. He actually doesn’t seem surprised. I ask him why.
Larry starts asking me questions. Did Wally buy you a beer last night or get you one after you got home? Yes, he did. Why? Larry proceeds to tell me about Wally’s bisexuality and how he’d been known to take advantage of men and women, but mostly men, as they are less likely to confront or report him when they find out what he did to them.
Larry goes on to explain Wally will spike a beer with a pill called a red, which is a heavy barbiturate. I knew what those were. I once had a girlfriend who was heavy into them. She would fall asleep with me fucking her. She would even pee the bed at night and never wake up.
It was making sense now. That was dried cum on my ass cheeks and back from Wally a few weeks ago, and today my sore butt hole was from him fucking me. That fucker. I was pissed off. I asked Larry how many guys Wally had done this to. He wouldn’t tell me anything else. He said he didn’t want to get involved. Just suggested I get a lock for my bedroom door, as he has.
I stayed home that night. When Wally came in around 11:30 complaining about not scoring any pussy. He sat on the couch, then asked if I needed another beer. I was waiting for him to do that, so I answered yes. A few minutes later, he handed me one. I was still finishing the one I had. He got up to use the bathroom.
I was prepared for this. When he left the room, I stashed his beer and opened the one I had stashed. I drank it down pretty fast, then said I was tired and went to bed. I left my door ajar, hoping he would take the bait.
About 45 minutes to an hour go by when I hear my door open. I was lying on my stomach, no clothes, as usual. I’m pretending to be passed out from the drug I know he slipped into the beer he got me. A minute or two go by. I can hear a zipper, clothes coming off, heavy breathing.
The bed dips down. Then a body, Wally, is lying on my back. I can feel his cock slick and sliding in my butt crack. Wally rises and puts his cock right on my hole. When I jerk and go, “What The Fuck Wally”! Surprised would be an understatement. He jumped to his feet and ran from the room. I chased him. Yes, I’m naked. We ended up in his room.
So Wally, what the fuck have you been doing? Fucking me after drugging me. Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? Dried cum on my back and in my butt crack. You fucking pervert! He wasn’t embarrassed at all. Just said, “Your ass is just so cute, inviting. I could not resist it.”
We talked about it. I told him that I did swing both ways. If he had just asked or hinted around, I would have invited him to fuck me. Wally and I fucked that night and in the morning. We didn’t flaunt it in front of Larry, but he knew. We even invited Larry to fuck me, which he did once. Larry’s cock was bigger than Wally's or mine, only an inch longer but a lot fatter. He really stretched my hole as he went in.
I was into off-roading, camping, and fishing. One of the guys at the parts store I knew introduced me to a guy named Roxer. He was married to a pretty plain-looking girl. She had a nice body, big tits, and a round ass. I started hanging out with him and the parts guy, camping and off-roading together.
The first time Roxer, his wife, and I were camping together, the parts guy wasn’t with us. Roxer started ordering his wife around. He was so rude. Get us beers, get my smokes, light one for me. We have a campfire going, although it wasn’t cold out. We had fished a beaver pond and caught a string of trout, and cooked them.
Anyway, dinner was done. We’re just relaxing, telling stories. He tells his wife to take off her top and bra.
I’m like, what is he doing? She looks at me shyly, removes her clothes as he said. Roxer says to me, “What do you think? Do you like her tits?” I’m stunned, shake my head yes. He says, “Let Dick feel them.” What a fucking tease, I’m thinking. She comes over real close and bends over. Her tits are just hanging there, so I grab both, one in each hand. Weighing them, then lean in and lick her nipples and bite them gently.
Roxer is watching me handle his wife’s tits. I look over at him. He has his cock out, just slowly stroking it. I guess I looked at him too long. He says, “See something you like,” then gets up and walks over to us. He stands with his cock poking his wife’s tit from the side, then pushes it towards my face. I look up at him and just let him slide into my mouth. He’s a little musky from the warm day’s activity.
I run my tongue around his cock head, then suck him in deep. His cock is on the small side, smaller than mine. Easy to take all the way. I think he was surprised that he didn’t need to force anything, or maybe he was disappointed. He was definitely a control freak.
That night I fucked his wife, and he fucked me. I enjoyed his wife’s pussy. She wasn’t used to a bigger cock, so she was really tight. Screaming my name! Roxer sounded like he enjoyed my tight ass. He was really grunting and calling us both every foul name I had ever heard.
The next morning he watched her suck me off, demanding she share my cum with me in a snowball kiss. We had one more night to camp. So loading up the rigs, we hit the trail. She rode with me topless part of the way. We fished another beaver pond, where he made her strip completely, ordered her to play with herself, then wash off in the pond. In fact, we all took a plunge after two days and a night of fucking. We all needed to clean up.
That night it was more of the same, except Roxer wanted to fuck his wife while I watched. Well, it didn’t turn out that way, as I waited until they were heavy into fucking. I was behind them, stripped and lubed my cock up. When Roxer wasn’t paying attention, I snuck up behind him. I grabbed his hips and pushed into his ass all in one motion.
He yelled, “What the fuck.” I wasn’t going to stop, so I just kept fucking him, holding on to him, bucking, and trying to dislodge me. No luck for him. It only took me 9 or 10 strokes, and I blew the biggest load in his anal canal. His wife was laughing hysterically.
The next morning I gave Roxer a blow job while his wife sucked me off.
I hung with them for a few months, but couldn’t take how rude he was to his wife. So I just quietly drifted off.
Wally and I were still living together. Larry had met a girl and moved in with her. Wally still fucked me when he was horny and couldn’t score a woman to fuck. At times, he would bring some really unattractive women home to fuck. I would just shake my head, say to myself, “he would fuck a dog.”
I did meet another guy, Steve. He would spend the night, usually a weekday. He was all top, a fag as we referred to gay guys in those days. It was fun. We would retire to my room, lock the door, make love, not just fuck! Kiss, cuddle, suck and lick each other. Eventually he would fuck me in the most erotic way ever. Whisper sweet things, moan, always waited for me to cum before he would unload deep inside me.
He and I eventually moved in together, to a different house. We would have sex daily, him always on top of me. I enjoyed him sexually a lot. There were times he would invite a gay friend to join us. He liked to share me. He said an ass like mine needed to be appreciated and used to pleasure as many men as possible.
I experienced my first anal DP with him. I must say it isn’t something I would want all the time, but I do like to feel two cocks stretching my hole on occasion. My favorite with him was just the two of us, staying naked all day, having free use of our bodies, stroking or licking, sucking, whenever we could. Then later in the evening he would fuck me missionary, while jacking me off. I would cum first. Then he would gently fuck me to another prostate orgasm before he filled me with his cum. After sex we would cuddle. He would lightly finger my hole until all his cum leaked out of my bottom.
I had changed jobs. Actually, Wally and I switched to the same place. There was a girl my age that would come in. She would flirt with me all the time. She also would show up at the tavern we frequented. She would tease me about wanting to suck my cock while I was working. I did get her to blow me after work a few times. Took her home more than once. I wanted to share her with Steve, but Steve wasn’t interested in women.
Steve did watch us fucking, a few times. After she would leave, he always wanted to fuck me. Reclaim me is what he would say. He would suck my cock, saying how I tasted terrible, then fuck me somewhat roughly. I stayed with him until I met my future wife. We parted as friends. He understood. We did still have sex together occasionally.
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