by Lee, Marilyn
Marilyn Lee Unleashed Presents
His, Hers or Theirs—A You Decide Confession
© 2013 Marilyn Lee
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Chapter One
Kent Alexander
Seated in the back of a cab leaving Philadelphia International Airport, I reluctantly allowed my thoughts to turn to the events of the previous evening when desires I’d either long repressed or just hadn’t felt in years sprang to the surface demanding I acknowledge them.
I’d arrived in San Francisco a week earlier hoping to convince a group of wealthy investors to provide the needed capital to back the expansion of the small software company I’d started the year before. After three dinner meetings spent trying to tactfully evade two different investors’ seduction attempts, I’d returned to my hotel room, knowing I’d wasted my time and efforts.
As I pulled on a pair of swimming briefs, I studied my reflection. There was nothing in the face staring back at me that would give anyone reason to suppose I’d engage in a homosexual relationship for the sake of my business or for any other damned reason.
I frowned. Those brief months during my senior year in college when I’d clearly lost my mind notwithstanding, I was not now nor had I ever been gay.
Annoyed, I went down to the hotel pool where I swam for half an hour before toweling dry and stretching out on one of two beach chairs isolated from the others. Just before twilight, a tall slender male with a towel wrapped around his waist, strolled along the pool deck towards me.
I lowered my lids and watched his approach. The lean-bodied male, who looked as young as my eighteen-year-old daughter, Cindi, had a blond Mohawk and green eyes. Ignoring the welcoming glances of several scantily clad women, as I’d known he would, he paused beside the chair next to me. “Is this taken?”
I had no doubt that he was gay and on the prowl. “No.”
The blond smiled. “Great. I’m Mark by the way.”
“Kent,” I responded and waited for the come-on I knew was coming.
He removed the towel from his waist and linked it around his neck before stretching his arms over his head.
The muscles in my gut tightened as I noted the head of his shaft protruding from the bottom of the tight, white briefs which hugged his lean, perfectly tanned body. After catching and holding my gaze for several moments, he flashed a slow, suggestive smile and half-turned.
I noted he had a cute, tight ass before he stretched out on the chair.
Aware of an immediate and unwanted attraction and the hardening of my cock, I pulled my towel up from the bottom of my chair. Draping it over my waist, I closed my eyes. Keep it together, Alexander. In two days, you’ll be back in Philly and able to satisfy your hunger with Larrae.
Normally, thoughts of spending the night in the arms of the sassy woman with the soft, round brown curves and the husky voice I’d fallen for the moment I saw her made nonsense of thoughts of another lover holding my sexual attention. Still, I couldn’t deny that the sight of the blond’s uncut shaft had awakened a long forgotten hunger.
“Damn, I’m feeling horny tonight. How about you, Kent?”
I opened my eyes and turned to frown at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Do you mind if I ask your culture?”
I arched a brow. “I don’t recall expressing an interest in yours.”
He shrugged. “Okay. Let me guess. With those sexy features and skin tone, you have to have some Indian blood in you. Am I right?”
“Indians are from India,” I said coolly. “I was born in Pennsylvania.”
He held up a hand. “No offense, Kent. I meant Native American.”
Telling myself I really had no reason to be annoyed, I inclined my head slightly.
“In any case, those sexy brown eyes of yours are whispering to me that you’re a handsome brave in search of a tight ass to bang.” He smiled. “And I just happen to know where you can find one.”
A tight ass to bang. Why the hell did the thought excite me?
Undaunted by my silence, he smiled and lifted the towel.
His briefs rested mid-thigh, revealing a small, uncut cock dripping precut. Keeping the towel raised above his groin to shield his state of arousal from the others around the pool, he turned onto his side.
Damn. He had a nice ass. Thoughts of taking my college roommate Jeff’s anal virginity one night when we’d both had too much to drink, assailed my senses and memory.
The blond’s voice snapped me back to the present. I blinked and struggled to control my growing need. “What? What did you say?”
“How would you like to suck my cock before sliding yours up my hot, tight ass?”
The enticing question and the thought of again enjoying the pleasure of fucking another male nearly overwhelmed me. But the man was probably a pro. That conviction, along with Cindi’s reaction if she ever discovered I’d had a sexual indiscretion with a man, provided the needed incentive to keep me from surrendering to lust.
Two years after our marriage ended, her mom had “come out” and taken a female lover. Shocked and angry, Cindi had only finally “forgiven” her mother three months before she died. The last thing she needed was thinking that I was gay.
“I’m not a cock sucker!” I snapped, rose, and walked away.
“Your loss,” the man called.
“In your dreams, little boy.” Back in my hotel room, I quickly undressed and lay across the bed. To my annoyance, thoughts of Jeff and the blond I’d just walked away from intermingled in my mind. Unable to dismiss the thoughts, I went into the bathroom.
Closing my eyes, I attempted to lose myself in thoughts of Larrae while the cool water cascaded over my head. I pictured her lying naked with her long legs parted and waiting for me to drive my cock into her tight, wet pussy as I masturbated. Because I still found her as sexually attractive as I had the night we met, I came quickly.
After I ejaculated, I showered and sprawled across the bed. Lying there naked, struggling to keep my thoughts from the memories of the forbidden pleasures I’d shared with Jeff, my cell phone rang.
Recognizing Cindi’s ringtone, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and picked up the phone. “Hi sweetie.”
“Hey, Dad. How are the negotiations coming?”
“Lousy.” So lousy, in fact, they were dead.
“But you’ll close the deal, Dad.”
Her unwavering confidence touched me. I would close the deal—just not with the San Francisco bozos. “Thanks honey. Now, enough about me and business. Let’s talk about you. How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“How are your grandparents?”
“Great. A week ago, Moms woke up longing for home. Pops and I got on the internet and found some deals. Now we’re on our way to the airport to spend an entire month in the town Mom grew up in.”
/> Damn. Her mother had been from North Africa. Although she’d been spending the summers in Florida with her maternal grandparents since her mother’s death four years earlier, we’d never been more than a six-hour plane ride from each other.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, Dad.”
“I’ll call the bank and transfer spending money into your account.”
“Thanks, Dad. Remember me to Larrae.”
“I will, sweetie.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Have a safe trip.”
“I’ll call you when we arrive. Gotta go. Love you. Bye.”
“Bye.”
After I’d transferred money from my personal account to hers, I called the airline and was lucky enough to get a seat on an earlier flight home. There was nothing in San Francisco but a temptation I didn’t need or want at the moment. I set my travel alarm and lay in the dark until I finally drifted into a series of erotic dreams where I greedily and happily fucked one naked male after another. In the middle of the night, I woke and masturbated in the shower before finally falling into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
The next morning while lying in bed, massaging my cock and balls, I did something I hadn’t done in years—allowed myself to remember Jeff—the only man I’d ever fucked.
During my senior year in college, while reeling from the discovery that a one-night stand had resulted in an unexpected and unwanted pregnancy, I’d shared an apartment with a high school friend, Jeff. Although I was neither financially nor emotionally ready to be a father, I was still saddened when she decided to terminate the pregnancy. After she had, I’d vowed to keep my dick in my pants.
That worked until the night Jeff and I got pissy drunk. We woke up the next morning, hung over in bed. He lay on his stomach with his legs parted and I lay on top of him with my cock inches from his cum covered ass which looked as if it had been spanked and fucked. My cock and pubic hair were matted with dry cum. Although I couldn’t remember doing it, I’d clearly fucked him.
We were both horrified since neither of us was gay. When he pushed me off him, his hand brushed against my cock and balls. He made a small sound and then I felt his fingers caressing my dick and my balls.
A surge I couldn’t control thundered through me and I had to have him—again. I pushed him onto his back, stretched out on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his asshole.
He groaned and made a show of resisting for a moment before he suddenly spread his legs.
As I stared down at him with my heart pounding, he inched his hips off the bed and pushed them steadily up until the tip of my shaft pierced his anal opening.
Fuck. I can’t describe the emotion I felt. I just knew I had to have him and this time I wanted to remember and savor every stroke. I thrust my hips forward and we both gasped and groaned with lust as I slowly drove my bare cock deep up into his warm tight ass. Fuck yeah. That felt good.
“Oh my God, Kent. What are we doing?” he asked, staring up at me.
He looked so sexy lying beneath me, his ass full of my cock. I lay my full weight on his slender body and slipping my hands under him, I cupped my palms over his tight ass, quickly driving the last half inch or so of my cock up into him. “Shit!” I stared down into his startled green gaze. “It feels incredible,” I said surprised. “Your ass feels as good as any pussy I’ve ever had. Fuck! I like this—a lot.”
He inhaled slowly and relaxed under me. “That’s what you’re going to do? Fuck me. Aren’t you?”
Damn straight. “Do you want me to?” I asked, even though I was in no position to stop. But he was my friend and about six inches shorter and forty pounds lighter than I was. I didn’t want him to feel as if I were raping him.
He took a deep breath before looking away from me and nodding.
“No. Look at me,” I said. “You want this too. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he finally whispered, meeting my gaze. “I can’t believe it. Two days ago I was happily fucking Tori and wondering if I could sneak a fuck from her friend Ashley. Now you have your oversized cock up my ass and…”
“And what?” I tensed.
“And that’s exactly where I want it,” he admitted.
“Then we’re in this together?”
“You’re the only one who’s actually in anything,” he joked. “My ass.”
I laughed nervously and then stared at his mouth.
He caressed my chest and ribs. “But you’re in it with my full permission.”
That was a relief. I turned my attention back to his mouth. I’d never kissed another man. But then I’d also never fucked one before him. Bending my head, I tentatively pressed my lips against his. Finding the sensation bearable, I kissed him.
When he kissed me back, I slowly, deliciously fucked my dick in and out of his incredible ass.
He shuddered before wrapping his arms around me and draping his legs over the back of my thighs. Rocking my hips against him and holding his ass to keep his groin locked against mine, I fucked his tight ass with a deep, leisurely passion that I felt in every nerve ending in my body.
Each foray into his body sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I couldn’t get enough of the wonderful new sensations being inside his ass gave me. Lost in a perfect world of lust and rampant need, I fucked him until my dick felt raw and my lips numb from kissing his surprisingly sweet lips.
I liked the way he moved his ass and body in time with mine, to show me he wanted my cock in him as much as I did. His ass was so tight and I was so horny it didn’t take long for me to come.
When I jetted my seed deep inside him, the resultant sensations were so incredibly erotic, I was left shivering weakly on top of him.
He held me in his arms and kissed me until I stopped shuddering and lay quietly on him, my cock still buried inside.
Shit. Why the hell hadn’t we done this before?
“Damn man,” he whispered, stroking my damp back and ass. “My ass is on fire but that was incredible.”
“Yeah. For me too.”
“No wonder the women can’t part their legs fast enough to feel this big dick of yours tearing up their pussies and ass.”
I couldn’t deny that I loved to fuck and spent most of my time deciding which female I wanted to fuck next. I laughed and eased my cock out of him.
“Shit.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked, stiffening. “Did I hurt you pulling out?”
“No. It’s just that my ass feels so…empty without your cock. No wonder women can’t let you go. They must feel devastated when you pull your cock out of them.”
I rolled onto my back and lay staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what I’d just done—fuck another man. I had to own the fuck I’d just enjoyed without the benefit of being able to claim I’d been too drunk or horny to know or care what I was doing. I’d knowingly fucked Jeff and I’d loved every second of it.
I turned my head to look at him.
He smiled at me and reached down to caress my cock. “I used to think you were all show and no go, but damn. You know how to use this thing.”
“It’s only as good as the hole it’s inside,” I said, feeling my shaft stiffening against his fingers. “And you have a tight, to-die for ass.”
His smile widened as he closed his fingers around me. “I doubt it’s as tight as it used to be with the pounding you just gave it and me.”
We stared at each other before we laughed.
When we sobered, he continued to caress my cock and balls until I ached with the need to fuck him again.
I leaned over to kiss him. “I know you’re probably not in the mood now, but I want to fuck you again,” I whispered.
He nodded and turned onto his stomach. “Actually, I am in the mood for it now, Kent, but we have to use a condom this time.”
I caressed and massaged his beautiful ass cheeks. “I know.” I parted his legs, and mounted him, enjoying the feel of his
ass against my groin. “I never noticed what a nice ass you had, Jeff.”
“It’s a perfect match for your nice cock. What are you going to do about it?”
I pushed my erect cock between his cheeks and worked several inches inside him. “Next time.”
“Kent! We really need to use a condom.”
“And we will—next time.” Even as I made the promise, I thought if I could enjoy fucking my naked cock up his tight, hot ass one more time, whatever madness had seized me would pass and I’d never want to fuck him again. “I’m already in you and it feels too good to stop now.” I massaged his cheeks. “Doesn’t it?”
“Oh, fuck!” He groaned. “Next time,” he echoed and pushed back, driving my naked cock up into the hot, nether regions of his wonderful hole again. “Damn, Kent. Your dick is starting to feel as if it belongs up my ass.”
“It does.”
He tightened his anal muscles around me. “Fuck, I’m loving having you in my ass. Fuck me deep and hard.”
Shit. I groaned and the fuck was on. I gripped his hips, lay on top of him, and fucked his tight ass as if he were my girl.
Despite our promises and in the face of commonsense, we spent the next few hours fucking raw. With each new fuck, sliding my bare cock up his chute increased my need and desire to be there. Every climax was bigger and better than the last one until I just wanted to sleep inside him so when we woke we could just start fucking again.
When we finally drifted into an exhausted sleep, I spooned my body behind his, unwilling to have his ass too far from my cock.
He pushed back against my abs. “No more, Kent. Get that oversized dick of yours away from my ass. No more.”
I reluctantly rolled away.
But in the morning when I woke and found him in the shower, I slipped on a condom, and went to claim his tight ass for an early morning fuck…or two.
Chapter Two
Kent
Eighteen hours after the encounter at the pool which seemed to have dredged up old hungers, I was back in Philly. After a quick stop at a florist to buy a dozen roses and a box of her favorite white chocolates, I arrived at Larrae’s condo. Surprised to find her second space occupied by a large, dark, luxury SUV, I parked on a quiet, tree-lined street three blocks away.