by J D Stones
Why was he telling me this stuff? He hardly knew me, but I found his description strangely compelling. My wife and I had fallen into cuckolding and we both enjoyed my homosexual side being explored with my bisexuality, but Gareth was into the lifestyle far more than we were.
“I have three children.” He smiled. “None mine of course. Well one might be, but I'm not sure. But I provide for them. And my wife; I work in the City controlling hundreds of millions of pounds. My wife has slept with two of my bosses. They think I don't know but I do.”
I couldn't countenance the idea of mixing my business life with my sex life, but Gareth grinned as his eyes sparkled. “I know my boss likes a big fat strap-on up the arse. My wife took photos.”
“Strap-on sex is cool,” I muttered and he nodded.
“Sure. But nothing beats a big, fat cock being rammed up your shitter. Especially while you're sucking on a prick, sliding over your lips like a cheap whore.”
His eyes glided over my body, lingering on my erect cock jutting from my lap. “Need some help there?” His fingers danced over my thigh, purring as they landed on my tumescent manhood and stroked it gently.
I looked up at him, poking underneath his cotton singlet and searching for his prick. As hard as my cock, yet as small as a cocktail sausage, I could only use my thumb and finger to gently jerk him.
“Come with me,” he gestured, rising from the wide wooden bench and watching as I picked up the dirty tracksuit and trainers, following him barefooot to one of the five “private rooms” on the other side of the party. The glass wall and spotlights put us on display as he closed the door from the dark “viewing gallery”; voyeurs could view the debauchery inside the room while we couldn't see the hordes of masturbating men enjoying the sight of our sex.
Gareth said nothing as the clothed man pressed me against the wall, pushing his face against mine and kissing me. I dropped my clothes on the floor as the shock of his intimacy overwhelmed. His warm tongue slithered against mine as his hands gripped my bare buttocks and squeezed them.
Yet, it felt natural. Intimately fantastic.
A bit like with Bryn: a bond between cuckolds, a shared desire to have a sex life while our wives seduced and fucked others. And we knew our place: most of our sexual satisfaction came from other men.
The slender man, with his short haircut looked sexy. Even in his slovenly, classless sportswear. My hands expelled his tracksuit bottoms from his waist and kneaded his buttocks, gripping his muscular orbs as we passionately kissed.
Like loved-up teenagers in a country lay-by, our hands explored and groped. I removed his singlet: almost tearing at the feeble white garment as we panted, savagely fumbling at our bodies.
My finger pressed against his arsehole, and he gasped, pressing his hips backwards to give me easier access to his sanctum. He wasn't lubricated. “I want to suck your little cock,” I whispered into his ear; his chin resting on my shoulder.
I did; I'd never sucked a small cock before; my oral duties had been around averagely-proportioned manhoods, and the opportunity to wrap my lips around the tiny prick was exercising my lust.
He grunted, as I pushed him backwards, guiding him towards the rubber-sheeted bed that dominated the playroom.
“69,” he grunted. “I want 69.”
The sprawling body of Gareth on the bed was joined by myself, my ;legs curled against the wall while we lay side-by-side. My lips parted for the erect dick of the married man; my nose hitting his tattooed mons while his cock had barely reached the roof of my mouth.
I'd sucked bigger ice lollies, I'd eaten thicker sausages and yet, he was perfectly sized. I bobbed on his cock with ease, sucking the tiny member as my tongue swirled against his glans and his frenulum.
My fellow cuckold cocksucker pushed his tongue against my cockhead and impaled his mouth on my organ. He pressed his lips and sucked vigorously as his lips welcomed my erect prick. I squirmed; it felt sensational as we fellated each other.
I was oblivious to any audience we had; the only thoughts in my mind was the feelings that went through my cock and my mouth. As Gareth swept his skills over my prick, his fingers explored my open legs and caressed my naked thighs. He grunted onto my cock as his warm fingers stroked my balls and pressed against my perineum, sliding every closer to my hole.
I did the same to him; feeling the smooth skin of the city trader as my fingers danced over his tiny bollocks and twisted against his opening.
His cock shuddered; quivering as my lips massaged the thin, small prick in my mouth. He tasted sweeter than Bryn, a warm, gentle taste of undersized masculinity that gushed pre-cum with every sweep of my lips.
And he was orgasming; climaxing under my lips as I rampantly sucked the tiny cock; his buttocks tightened; his perineum shook as he gasped onto my cock. I sucked, feeling the cum surge from his balls and splash onto the roof of my mouth.
Just once; one tiny squirt of delicious, sweet cum to feed my endless lust and arousal. I sucked him dry, extracting every gorgeous drop of his semen as he frantically fellated my cock. Desperate to have my seed fill his mouth.
His shrinking cock slipped from my mouth, flopping against his mons as I kissed his balls. I'd never done that before and I leaned into his crotch to lavish attention onto his testicles.
He grunted as my orgasm rose up inside me; his lips sweeping over my cock as the cocksucker deepthroated me. I panted; his throat massaged my glans as I poked at his hole, twisting my fingers against his sanctuary.
My buttocks shook, my orgasm engulfed my body. I groaned into the shrunken bollocks of the naked man, squirming as I held onto my orgasm until I could resist no more and flooded his mouth with my cum.
For a moment we did nothing but pant, sliding tongues to lap juices and bask in the intense climaxes that had smashed into our bodies.
Moments later we rose, wriggling from the mattress and rising from the bed, exchanging a brief kiss before we dressed.
We exchange e-mail addresses too before Gareth disappeared into the nightclub section of the club to be “fucked on the dancefloor.”
I walked aimlessly around the club, eager to find Michael. I didn't want the smooth-talking host to think that I had left the club and go back to his house without me.
I saw Michael at one end of a swing in the large dungeon, thrusting his cock into the rectum of a shellsuit wearing older gentleman. We made eye contact, he smiled. I walked behind him as he gestured for me to come over, and I broke through the crowd of horny spectators, happily watching the buggery with erect cocks tenting their outfits.
“Want a go?” He casually asked.
“Just come,” I muttered and he shrugged, ramming his prick deep into the gasping elder. The submissive's jacket was open; large nipple clamps gripped his nipples while his tracksuit trousers had been split to accommodate the anal fucking he was enjoying.
“Suit ya'self.” Michael grunted as his concentration returned to the gray-haired man; he held onto the neon polyester-clad thighs and leveraged his thick cock into the submissive bottom.
I nodded, watching the condom-covered prick glisten in the handful of spotlights as it skewered the butt of the panting man. It was sinfully hot; a rancid display of desperate sexuality that oozed with filthy lust. Gareth and I had been intimate: our hands had explored and caressed, our lips had passionately kissed and our bodies had slid against each other in a display of sensual enjoyment. This was pure fucking. Just rampant lust scratching urge for debauchery.
My attention was stolen, my prick swelled as I stared at the buggery; imagining the firm prick slipping into my lubricated hole. I gulped as Michael grunted, speeding his motions to impale the rutting gentleman onto his manhood faster and faster until he stopped, holding his quivering prick in the submissive bottom for a few moments.
The condom filled; Michael was replaced by another. He winked at me, sliding the bag of cum from his cock and tossed it into a nearby bin. “Gonna get some action in the hot tub,” he said as he
passed me. “Wanna join me?”
I promised I'd find him later; the nightclub area was the only part of the facility I hadn't seen and I followed the sound of the pounding bass to a sea of grinding male bodies.
From the top of the stairs, I saw everything: the sights of the horny men of every shape and size fucking on the fringes to the beat of the music. Some groped each other on the dancefloor, while lights in a multitude of colours swept over the debauched orgy.
I gulped; I knew if Erin could see this her fingers would be inside her damp panties in seconds. She loved to watch me show my bisexual side, and the dozens of horny men enjoying each others' cocks would be too much for her to resist.
Instead, I got to watch. I leant against the wall and devoured the sight: a feast for the eyes to enjoy as scores of intimate acts of debauchery splashed onto my retina. I almost didn't know what to look at first: the twink fucking the bear. The spitroasted scally or the two chubby, beefy men spanking the writhing youth.
It was a scene of utter sin and I slipped gingerly down the steps. I was accosted almost immediately; topless with a swirl tattoo on his right shoulder, short hair with a receding hairline and an underdefined muscle definition. His green football shorts were bright, and reflected in the UV lights while his cheeky expression was intoxicating.
I fell under his bashful grin immediately. “Lost?” He asked, spinning me 'round on the dancefloor while the beats reverberated my eardrums. His hands gripped my waist as he slammed his body into my back. “Wanna dance?”
I nodded as his fingers slipped into my tracksuit bottoms and he chuckled into my ear.
“Or just wanna fuck?” His fingers jerked at my cock, already erect, and he whispered in my ear. “Top or bottom?”
“Bottom,” I muttered.
“Good,” he replied; his octopus hands sliding over my body. I said nothing as he navigated me towards the edge of the dancefloor, pressing me towards a table at waist height. Bottles of lubricant and buckets of condoms were scattered over the tables and I took a deep breath as he felt my buttocks.
For the first time I would be offering my arse for anonymous homosexual sex. For the first time, I would be doing what my wife does; enjoying an emotionless act of penetration from a stranger.
And my cock rose at the thought, feeling nothing but bliss as his fingers dropped cold lubricant against the swirl of my hole. I took a few deep breaths, relaxing my muscles as his fingers twisted into my butt and he tore open a condom.
I saw his cock for a moment; covered with pubic hair and smothered in veins, my arousal rose as my forehead rested on the table.
He said nothing; the twenty-something gently pressed his condom-clad cock onto my anus. I gasped as my ring of muscle parted and accepted his cock, filling my loins with lust as the soulless liaison commenced.
Just passion.
One man gleefully enjoying the submissive act of entry; the other savouring the dominant act of penetration. But we were anonymous. No-one stopped to watch: there was too much saturnalia in the festival of sin. We blended in. We were just two horny pigs fucking in public.
His fingers slipped against my waist; his lubricated touch sliding from my skin as he gripped onto my hips to pivot inside of me.
But as he went slowly at first, I grunted and gulped; hidden by the loud beat of the music that he fucked me to. My tracksuit bottoms waistband dug into the tops of my thighs as his fingers pressed my buttocks further apart before pulling my body firmly onto his prick.
He was a natural. He made me feel small and submissive, taking his dick into my butt that sent electric shocks of delicious sin to every part of my body. My nipples sizzled against the fabric of my tracksuit jacket, my loins sparkled with deep arousal and my mind whirred with the filthy debauchery of the wild fucking.
And I felt him strike deeper and deeper, his cock sliding against my prostate to drive my arousal wild. I panted and pushed up from the table, changing my angle of body to alter the feeling in my butt.
My cock leaked pre-cum, soaking the tracksuit as lube rolled down my perineum and balls. I could feel the untamed beast savagely pillaging my butt, seizing his enjoyment from me as he dominated my submissiveness. I closed my eyes as I savoured every touch of his furious fucking and felt his cock squirm against my butthole.
He pressed in deep, grunting loudly as his balls emptied into the condom and he rocked slowly for a few minutes. And then he slipped out, pulling me upright and pushing my tracksuit bottoms to my waist.
“Nice one, kid,” was all he added before he melted back into the disco.
My brain was overwhelmed: I had just had completely anonymous sex with a stranger in the butt, and my aroused body stumbled back to the changing room to clean the lube from my groin.
Michael smiled as I approached the hot tub; I had ten minutes of bubbling warmth before we left, saying little as I walked into the public night-time air with cum still splattered on the dark garments.
“Cool, huh?” The red-haired man said we parked outside his flat.
“Yeah,” I admitted and, after accepting his offer to stay the night, we drank a glass of whisky as I explained everything that had happened. His eyes sparkled mischievously as I tipsily explained the spent lust, but the pair of us were yawning and I curled up, naked, and alongside my new friend in his large double bed, feeling him hug me as his cock rested against my skin.
Pure bliss.
Chapter XXI
Bryn
"Tea!"
The soft, giggling voice of Michael's flatmate interrupted my deep slumper. I opened my eyes to see a naked lady smiling warmly, holding two cups of steaming liquid.
I stretched, squirming in the warm bed, alongside my bisexual one night stand. Sandy flicked her long blonde hair, putting the drink beside my pillow on a bedside table before striding to Michael's side of the bed.
She wriggled her arse seductively as she walked; drawing my attention to the present and throwing me from my sleep quicker than if she had dowsed me with icy water. "Come here, baby," Michael crowed, grabbing hold of her waist as she placed his drink on the table.
She shrieked as he hauled her onto his bed, touching her breasts as his mouth pressed against her lips. They kissed, squirming alongside me as I watched; I said nothing, just watching transfixed.
His fingers squeezed her bosom, her hands gripped his waist; their touches dancing frantically over their bodies as their morning horniness boiled over.
"Lie down," he panted, directing his words at me. "Head at that end of the bed."
I said nothing and pushed the thick duvet away from my body as I scrambled to the other end of the mattress. The warm, gentle smile from Sandy had been replaced by a devilish, demanding look; she wordlessly untangled from her partner and slid alongside me, placing her knees either side of my head.
"You don't mind?" She whispered; my face inches from her delicate flower.
"Of course not!" My eyes traced the smooth cunt of the delicious woman. I savoured every contour of her womanly folds: so beautifully intimate, so wonderfully unique.
Her nipples swirled in my fingers, I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger while I cupped her breasts. She exhaled sharply, lowering her hips until I could feel the warmth from her groin radiate against my face.
She shuddered as my lips met her lips. I took a moment to savour the taste and enjoy the sweet aromas of her cunt. Delicate, flowery, musky, sexually delightful.
She groaned as my fingers played with her breasts and my tongue teased her cunt: flicking her clitoris, rolling against her sodden crack and twisting into her hole. She gasped and flinched, moaning into my erect cock as it slipped into her mouth.
Her mouth adored my prick; I felt a warm wave of sensation grip my dick as her lips worked intimate attention against my glans and her fingers massaged my shaft. My balls were touched, my perineum pressed as Michael stood behind her.
His bare cock poked at her hole, sliding his cock against my tongue and pressing
his sweaty balls against my face. I could smell the masculinity on him, taste the femininity on her. I could feel his powerful thrusts against her cunt as he drove his cock deep into the squirming woman. She squealed; groaning her pleasure onto the erect shaft of my prick.
I could feel, taste, smell and enjoy every part of their sex as I watched the cock slide past my eyes. I relished the touch of his skin, pressing my tongue onto his shaft as he slid out of her cunt so I could savour the wonderful taste of their union.
The aura of submission swirled around me; the deep lust of filthy enjoyment smacked into my arousal as she fellated me and I provided oral enjoyment to the two sexually-crazed lovers. Her body shook, his motions furiously passionate as his cock parted her lips with increasing speed. He gasped, his cock quivered and he buried his prick deep into her cunt, resting his sodden balls on the bridge of my nose.
I felt his muscles contracting; I sensed the overwhelming urge of enjoyment cascade through his body and breathlessly leave him squirming. His morning lust sated, his base arousal spent.
"Clean her," he demanded as he withdrew, walking around her as she sat upright. The first globule of his orgasm dripped onto my tongue: a sweeter taste of cum that gathered delightfully in my mouth and fired an electric shock to my groin.
"Finish him," she cooed, giggling in the room as her hips wiggled. He wordlessly replied as his warm mouth fell against my cock, sucking the tip of my prick as I devoured his cum from his bisexual lover.
She bucked her hips, riding my face as my tongue probed deep. I felt the smooth, gloopy texture slide into my mouth as pressure swelled in my balls. I was close to orgasming, closing my eyes as I devoured her cunt with increasing speed.
She panted, snatching at breaths, as my tongue swirled against her clit and slipped across her hole. My hands massaged her breasts, cupping her smooth orbs in my hands.