The Video Store

It was now several weeks since the weekend in Scotland. My wife had taken to her new lifestyle like a fish in water. She had already told me that following the swingers party on that weekend she had slept with her friends husband on three occasion. She was particularly proud that two of these had taken place in her friends marital bed. Her friend did not know of this, and I was not to tell her. The third occasion was of course in my own bed while I was out at work, and the kids in school. I had not been aware, but she no longer told me about all her sexual adventures, not unless the occasion provided her with an opportunity to exert her dominance.

Earlier this week she told me that the two young men which she had met in the party, we're keen to re-establish their acquaintance. Her friend was also interested, but she did not want her husband involved. Possibly because there might have been a little jealousy at the interest shown by him, to my wife, during the party. She had not been forgiven for shagging him.

I agreed with her, that the best idea was for me to make myself scarce. It would be cheaper if I left them with the house for the weekend, and I stayed in a bed and breakfast ( B and B) instead.

To say I am not very good at making my own private arrangements is somewhat of an over estimate. I am totally useless, and the art of chat up lines, and pick ups, has always evaded me. So it was this evening, nothing to be had in the internet. This had all the feeling of a rather sad weekend.

That Friday I doused myself with Tom Ford perfume and set off for my weekend away from home.

You must know that we do not all have the courage to be open about our feelings. We are led by peer pressure to maintain a level of secrecy, for which we are ashamed, but we dare not fight against. Even so we are driven by the hope that others will notice. We often broadcast disguised signals which we pray will let others find out. I am no different to anybody else on this. I often behave in a way which I hope will betray my homosexuality.

On my way to the bed and breakfast I passed my local newsagent, and decided to go in and buy some magazines. We get our newspapers delivered from this shop, and I often go in to buy magazines, and last minute provisions. It was almost eight, but the owner was still in the shop, and the door was open.

There has always been something about this man that has intrigued me. I really can not tell you what it is. Imagined or otherwise, when we go in to his shop, he always shows an interest which goes beyond the normal. He gives signals which I find ambiguous and impossible to read. I have always put it down to the idea that he fancies my wife, and my reactions, have always encouraged his interest. I have carefully nurtured his behaviour. Without ever making it obvious, that I would also find such a coupling extremely interesting, I have never dissuaded him from the possibility that he might achieve it.

A long time has passed since we moved into the area, and many things have changed. In the early days our marriage was young and my wife was unduly sensitive. She would often complain to me about it, and her embarrassment while in the shop showed. If anything, she now appreciates the interest he shows, and has the poor man in all kinds of bother. She teases him unmercifully but much to his credit never stops trying.

He was full of chat wanting to know how I was doing and how my wife and kids were doing. It had been a while since I had gone in before but I was pleased to be able to tell him we were all well. He had been running the shop with his wife, ever since we moved into the area eight years ago. His wife would often help out in the shop but on this occasion she was not there. He told me that she was visiting family in North Pakistan and had been away for weeks. He was not expecting her back any time soon.

They were a lovely and friendly couple who right from the beginning had made us very welcome. They must now be in their mid fifties, and he, who I would describe as unattractive, was rather on the short side, dark skin, and with a bit of a belly.

When he asked what he could do for me i explained that my wife was entertaining some male friends at home, and I had been exiled to a B and B. I had come in, in the hope that he might have some interesting magazines.

He pointed me in the direction of the magazine racks telling me to let him know if I needed any help.

My search proved disappointing. There was nothing of interest, and it seemed that all adult magazines including the gay mainstream ones had been removed from public view.

I walked back to the counter, and seeing that I had not selected anything, he asked me if I was looking for anything in particular.

I do not know what possessed me, but feeling rather sorry for myself, and throwing my usual caution to the wind, I asked him if he had any gay magazines. He seemed somewhat shocked and it took him a while to answer. He told me that he kept those in the store room as he was worried that his customers might object.

This was a very middle class area, but even so, people, to my knowledge, were very open minded. I clearly was an exception, as why else would I be embarrassed into keeping my feelings such a secret.

He lead the way into the back room going through an open door covered by a string curtain. Although he had not said, I assumed that he wanted me to follow him. It was a small room cluttered with piles of newspapers and magazines. There was a back door which led out to the alley next to the shop. This was barred with two hefty locks. On the side wall there were two windows, through which you could see the road outside. These had iron bars, to deter any thieves who might have been tempted to break in.

He walked over to a cupboard which he opened with his set of keys. Turning round to me he told me to have a good look while he went to close the shop. It was my turn to be surprised. Not only did he have the usual adult magazines, but also a large selection of what I would have described as triple X gay magazines.

The top shelf was packed with triple X DVD’s, a large number of which, took my interest. I heard him come back saying that he rented these out, and it was one of his more lucrative ventures. He told me that I would be surprised to know, how many of my neighbours regularly rented his videos. It might have been to make me feel less embarrassed, but he was quick to point out, that some of the most popular videos, were the gay movies.

Taking one off the shelf, he asked me if I had seen it, and when I said that I had not, he put it into a dvd player which was connected to a small TV. The credits, as in most triple X videos, went on for hours. Eventually the picture opened with a couple of rather attractive men sitting on a settee talking. One was white and the other black. I was beginning to get excited and I could feel myself getting stiff. A knock on the door brought in a younger white man. It was clear what was going to happen, and I worried that I might embarrass myself by getting an erection.

I was not sure what he was expecting of me, but I feared that he might be offended if I had a reaction. I remember him telling me that he had been told, that this one was very good, and that I should watch, the first few minutes, before I decided. I have to tell you that by the time they started to undress each other, I was no longer able to stop myself reacting to them. If I continued to watch this video I would no longer be in control.

I was just about to tell him that I had seen enough, and i would rent it, when I felt him move behind me. I do not know if it was nerves, or excitement, but I felt a weakness coming over me. I remember being unable to hold back a moan. The men in the video were now undressed and kissing. I have never been able to suppress my excitement when watching gay porn. I needed to go. I was worried that this might not end well, and that he would be offended.

It was then that I felt that he had moved closer to me, and I felt him pressing his groin against me.

I jumped as he touched me.

“I am sorry I got too close”

‘No please it is not you it is me. I should apologise’

I felt his hand lift the back of my shirt, and then he moved it down the inside of my trousers. As he moved it down my back, I was trembling. I could no longer stifle my moans. He was driving me wild with his touch. His hands moved down as he explored the contours of my bottom. I remember him telling me, that I had a pretty little arse which needed a good fucking. I was like jelly to his touch. This could only end in one way, and it would not be me that said no. He continued to feel my bottom and I felt his fingers moving towards my hole. Gently he moved them around feeling his way around the entrance to my passage. I so wanted him to stick them inside. I was desperate, so I asked him to put his fingers in. I recall him admonishing me, telling me that I should not be so cheap. He had always thought that I was very much a man in control but was disappointed at having got it wrong. He admitted to be shocked, as he had never expected this of me.

It really did not matter what he said to me and how he felt about me, I was no longer able to do anything but to let him do what ever he wanted. As he placed his finger inside me, I shuddered, and gave a loud moan. He had not finished teasing me, and he move his hands away and up the inside of my shirt. There he cupped his hands on my breasts feeling them, and squeezing them. I wanted to fall on the floor. This man was fucking with my brain, and it was becoming unbearable.

He told me I had really smooth and soft tits. He had never felt such beautiful breasts, not even on a woman. I was pleased. I had started shaving my body feeling that body hair was so inappropriate. His fingers went to my nipples, and as he held them, and played with them, I was in ecstasy.

His body was pressing against mine and I could feel his excitement. I hoped that I would be able to sustain his pleasure, but I was still not sure how far he would go. I was fearful that he might have just been leading me on, and that at any time he would stop feeling me. I could not bear it if this was just one big tease.

I could feel his body still pushing against me but I worried that he still had his clothes on. By this time I had knocked my trousers, and pants off, and kicked them away across the floor. As I struggled to take my shirt and jacket off, he helped me by pulling them over my head. It felt good to be completely naked in front of him, hoping that he would shortly be emptying his seed inside me. The thought made me give out a loud moan, as my body continued to behave as if I was standing naked in the snow and shivering from the cold. The exciting thing was that I was actually sweating, and I was getting hotter, but I could not stop myself shivering.

As he played with my arse I wriggled around, trying to excite him inviting him to push his fingers inside me. He was driving me insane with desire. I needed him to fuck me. But still he resisted and continued to tease me. I was desperate. I stretched out my arms and supported myself against the wall. I bent over trying to make it more comfortable for him to fuck me. His wet fingers circling the rim of my hole. Like all of the men that I had experienced before him, he had the sweetest ability to send shocks throughout my body. I had never experienced such extremes of pleasure with my wife.

It was obvious to me that I was not the first of his boys. He clearly new how to get me to the point of desperation, and then leave me dying for the want of his cock inside me. This man had done this before, many times.

I stretched out my legs as far as they would go, inviting him into my body. All I could think of was that I wanted his huge brown dusky penis to push up my passage. I needed him to massage my prostate, so that I could again feel the pleasure of being fucked by a man. In between moans I was talking nonsense. I was well past the point of worrying about anything, other than I wanted him to come off inside me.

With a great deal of effort I managed to take control of myself for long enough to say

“Please I am ready for you”

As he shoved what must have been several of his fingers inside me I felt my body resisting. He continued to push. It was painful, I had as yet not got used to having several fingers trying to penetrate me. I forgot the pain and begged him to continue.

More of his fingers came in. The pleasure I was feeling was intense. I could no longer feel the pain, and I wanted more of him inside. He must have known. I was no longer able to stop him, and he took advantage of my weakness. I felt him bring all his fingers together, as he brutally pushed passed the entrance, until they were massaging my prostate.

Screams of pleasure encouraged him to continue. He pulled his fingers out but before I could say anything, he was back again His fingers were all clenched together, as he pushed trying to stretch the opening, which was holding him back. I braced myself. I knew this was going to hurt but I could not bear to stop him.

I nearly fainted. he now had all his hand inside me up to his wrist. I loved the feel that he had broken through my defences, and was now in complete control of me and my body, but I was fighting the intense pain that he was inflicting on me. I asked him to keep it there, that I wanted it, I thought the pain would go.

It did not subside and I suffered. Despite the pain, I felt compelled to let him carry on. This was something that I needed to get used to. I felt sure that he would not be the only man that ever wanted to do this to me, and I had to learn. I hoped that with time I would learn to overcome the pain. Other men would expect this from me and I was determined not to disappoint them.

I have no idea how long he spent twisting his fist inside my body. I can not even recall what visions were going through my mind. The pain forgotten, all I can tell you, is that I have never had such highs in my life. Not even when earlier in my youth I had experimented with drugs. Such was the power of his penetration and my pleasure in accepting it.

You must know by now that this man could have done anything with me, and I would not have stopped him. I have never needed anybody so badly as I needed him that night.

With no attempt at being gentle, he pulled his clenched fist out of me. Embarrassing as it may seem to you, I could not stop myself, and I cried like a baby. He showed no sympathy or concern telling me to stop blathering and to control myself. It hurt me when he said that I was a married man with children, and I should not be behaving like an eighteen year old, who had just discovered the pleasure of pleasing other men. He accused me of being pathetic and weak and he no longer had any respect for me. I should have left, but he was right, I was weak and shameless.

He told me that I needed to get used to the idea that this was not about my pleasure, but about satisfying and complying to the wants of other men. The sooner I realised that this was about being used for their satisfaction the easier I would find it.

“I have something special planned for you tomorrow night” he said. “I want you to be ready, and very very needy when you come back tomorrow”.

“In the meantime you had better relieve me of the tension. Get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth, and make sure that you suck it really well. I am so close to coming. I want you to make sure that you swallow every single drop”.

Tears streaming down my cheeks I knelt in front of him as he produced the most enormous penis for me to suck. Through my watery eyes I could see the glistening sticky substance covering the exposed head of his penis. It seemed to be streaming out, and as I looked, a drop was just developing. I was pleased that I was exciting him.

I held his erect penis between my fingers and getting closer to him i pushed my tongue out to take the rapidly forming drop on the tip of my tongue. As I moved my head back I could see the threads of the gluey velvety substance that stretched to keep us together. He must have noticed what I was doing and he gave a loud moan. I took it on my tongue, and I let him see how I slowly licked my lips, covering them with his silky lubricant. I continued to take more of his precum, ensuring that all the parts of my lips were covered, with the very slightly salty liquid from the head of his soaking wet cock. It had a strange effect on my lips, they felt numb, but in a most pleasant way.

This was having the desired effect on him. I was already used to the sounds men make as they get pleasured, but this mans sexual confidence was loud and clear. I wondered how many young men, he had got to suck his cock. Intending to make sure that he would remember me as the best. My tongue went back as I lapped up all the liquid that continued to collect on his penis. He was in obvious ecstasy. I loved the taste, and the control it was giving me over him. I was pleased with myself. I know how much men love to be licked and sucked, and I had every confidence in my ability to do so.

My tongue went up and down the length of his shaft making sure that no part of it remained untouched. He was loosing control. He was no longer in charge of his destiny. His loud moans drowning everything. I took his ball sac in my mouth, and caressed it with my lips and tongue. He had his hands on my head pushing and pulling me towards him. He was suffocating me. I could not believe how strong he was for a man of his age.

It was clear that he had not washed since early that morning, but this excited me. I love the feeling of being used, and being unable to do anything other than being a good servant. The thought alone caused further excitement, as my own penis became even more rigid. His continued moans of pleasure indicated that he was very close to coming off.

I took as much of his cock as I could fit in my mouth. It was hitting the back of my throat. I could feel every throb going through his penis, and heard every moan, as he did so. He was big and it filled my mouth. I could not take it all in regardless to how much I tried. It was a strain on my jaw which only just went round it.

I tightened my lips around his trunk and slowly moved up and down it’s length, stopping when I felt he was about to explode in my mouth. He could not sustain this torture for long. He grabbed hold of my hair with both of his hands. Pulling it tightly until it hurt. With this he proceeded to fuck my mouth in the most violent manner imaginable. I could do nothing to stop him. He was driven by a far greater strength than I could muster. Each time he pushed in, I found it impossible to breathe, and I thought I would pass out.

Thankfully it did not take him long. With one most violent and extended push, he gave the loudest of moans, and maintaining his hold on my hair, pushed deep in my mouth, shooting an enormous load of juice straight down my throat. Choking, I swallowed several times trying to breathe. No sooner had I cleared the first load, than another shuddering push pumped more of his cum straight down my throat. This continued several times, as on every occasion he shoved his penis deep into the back of my mouth, and filled it with more of his seed.

I was well satisfied with how much he had given me but a little disappointed that I had not got to taste him as much as I would have liked. As his strength subsided I was able to make the best of the remaining drops to coat my mouth with the silky sticky juices that he had shared with me. I can not describe how much pleasure this gave me. I adore sucking cock, and love the feel of the cum in my mouth. I love playing with it, and the pleasure it gives me when I finally swallow. There is nothing better.

Well satisfied he pulled his pants and trousers up, and telling me that I should present myself back there at his shop tomorrow at eight thirty, he directed me to get dressed and leave.

He was sorting through his magazines as i was about to go, but it was clear to me that he was not going to interrupt his work. He made no effort to look in my direction, or even say goodbye as I walked out of the door.

On the bus, on my way to the bed and breakfast, I was able to reflect on the nights events. Was i trying too hard to catch up on all the experiences I had missed out over the years of self denial. Was it wise to throw myself into it in such a reckless manner. It was sure that this was clouding my judgement, and I was putting myself at risk.

Despite everything, it was not working. I was never satisfied, and each of my experiences, left me thirsting for more. Regardless of the danger, I craved for the ultimate experience, and I could not stop myself. I was fearful as to how this would end.