Catalog 4

Jan walked into the empty classroom. She knew it was early but she didn’t want to be late. She felt awkward enough returning to college at 41 years old. She did not want to draw more attention to herself, by being late. Looking around the room at the empty desks brought back memories of high school, bringing a warm sensation between her legs. She had been more than a little frisky in those days. The truth was she loved to fuck, and suck just about anyone. Her husband had managed to keep her satisfied for the last 23 years, while they raised their daughter. It was her encouragement that led Jan to enroll in college. She decided to take a seat in the rear of the classroom, near the door.
Sitting at the desk she thought of the past, the parties and the boys. It was at one such party, for the track boys, that she met her husband. Mark had not been the best looking boy there, and not her first that night. The party started slowly enough, but the addition of some alcohol had quickly added to the fire. She remembered Mark, the team leader. He had come into the kitchen while she was making another drink. He walked up behind her and reached for the liquor bottle. She could feel his hard cock as he leaned into. She knew what he wanted. It was always the same with him. He loved for her to suck his cock in public places. It was the thrill of possibly being caught that really excited him. It was thrilling for her too. She turned around, facing him.
“Just what are doing,” she questioned.
“Getting a drink,” he grinned, “and maybe a little feel of your tight ass.” She was proud of her body. It made her feel good when others complemented her on it.
“And that,” she nodded towards the bulge in his pants, “Is it needing a drink also”.
“No, but it does need some relief”. Mark was smiling. He knew she loved sucking his cock. She led him
around behind the counter, so if someone came in, they would not see her. She took a long swallow from the alcohol filled glass and knelt down in front of him. She could see the slight movement of his erection as she rubbed him. She moved the palm of her hand, up and down the bulge in his pants. He moved his hips with her hand.
“Don’t tease me,” he pleaded, “Just take it out”.
“Not this time,” she stated, “Your going to have to drop your jeans to the floor if you want me to do you”!!
She could see the look on his face. This was not what he expected. In the past she had always sucked him off with his cock sticking out his zipper.
“But someone might come in’”, he pleaded. “That’s the exciting part,” she said. The look on his face was puzzling her. He was thinking about it too long. “So it’s o.k. and exciting if I get caught on my knee’s, obviously sucking you off, just as long as you have your cock back in your pants”, she stated.
“No, I mean, Oh, fuck it. He undid his pants and let them fall around his ankles. His cock was throbbing against the thin cotton underwear. “Those too”, she said laughing. “Can’t you do anything,” he said. He pulled the underwear down and let them slide to his ankles also. His cock was enormous. Throbbing and waving, asking for her attention. She reached up and let her tongue flick the swollen head.
He tried to put his hand on the back of her head, but she pushed it aside. “I’ll decide how fast we go at this,” she stated. She let her tongue glide down the shaft to his swollen balls. Sucking one in to her mouth she could hear the small moan escape his lips. She looked up to see his head leaning slightly back, savoring the sensations she created. Her tongue was flickering up down his shaft, as she admired the swollen veins pulsing along its length. He worked his hips back and forth, trying to fuck her mouth, but she only teased him. She let her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, which was swollen, and darker in color than before.
She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it hard. Working up and down the full length of the shaft, the moans escaping his mouth were growing louder. She wondered if anyone else could hear his excitement. She began to suck him harder now, and held him deep within her mouth. His throbbing cock was swelling as she held it in the back of her throat and she could sense the cum as it exploded from it, filling her mouth with his thick fluid. She loved the taste, and sucked it hard, making sure to swallow every drop. She stood and looked into his eyes, as she wiped the last drop from the corner of her mouth. She kissed him, pulling his tongue into her mouth, sucking it, letting him taste his own seed. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth again.
She sucked on it, feeling it give up the last drops of it’s nectar. She squeezed his balls making sure they had given all they could give. She heard the voices as they approached. She closed her eyes hoping they would not see her, his cock in her mouth. They got loader and loader. She felt her own vaginal juices escaping her wet hole and moistening her inner thighs. She looked up and was startled. It was the other students entering the room. She quickly tried to compose herself, wiping the imagined cum from her mouth. She watched as the tall older woman entered, carrying a large brief case with her, sitting it on the desk in front of the room. She wondered if anyone had noticed or knew, she had just had a wet dream.
The older woman quickly took charge of the class, and introduced herself as Sherri Tenison, and could be addressed as Professor Tenison. She was a beautiful woman with olive skin. Her blouse was tight and emphasized her ample breasts. Jan was stunned by the woman’s beauty and perfect body. She had imagined professors as old grumpy men. She sat through the class, listening attentively to the woman lecture and spell out, in perfect detail, the course description and what was expected of them. She noticed on several occasions the woman looking directly at her as if sizing her up. Jan thought it was because she was older and looked out of place. She watched the older woman move up and down the isles, the subtle curves of her body seemed intoxicating to Jan. Jan sat through the class admiring, and watching the woman. She had never had sexual desires for a woman before, but here, sitting in the college classroom, she felt a strong desire to reach out and touch this woman. It seemed as if the class had just began when she heard the woman dismissing everyone. Jan sat there watching as the woman picked up her papers.
“Is there something I can help you with,” professor Tenison asked. “Oh, Uh, no,” Jan stuttered.
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” the professor said, “you’re a little older than the other students,” she finished smiling. She put her arm on Jan’s shoulder. The mere touch of her hand sent waves of sexual excitement through her. She felt herself blush. “I couldn’t help but notice, you were watching me very closely during class,” the professor continued. “I really don’t mind, but you really should watch your hands, because if others in class noticed you rubbing yourself as I noticed, it might cause you some problems.” Jan felt the blood rush to her head. She felt really hot and light headed. “I did not do that,” she protested, but she knew she probably had. “Well, that is what it looked like to me, I am sorry if I was wrong, but it was flattering to be desired so openly.” Jan’s heart began to beat wildly in her chest. The professor was actually coming on to her now. It was becoming apparent that the beautiful woman was also aroused, her nipples hard and erect against the fabric of the blouse. “It’s o.k. we are both a little older and wiser than the girls who take this course, so we can talk a little more openly cant we,” the professor said. “Yes,” Jan replied, “I guess we can, professor.”
“First, lets get one thing straight, class is over now, so it is Sherri, o.k.”
“O.k.,” Jan replied, “I was looking at you in that way, it just surprised me because I have never been attracted to a woman before and……”, her words trailed off. Sherri quickly interceded, “I know, it kind of stuns you the first time it happens. Have you thought of being with a woman, she asked?
“No,” Jan lied. She had thought of being with a woman, back in school, but she had not dared. It was one thing to be the school slut, but quite another to be the school slut and school lesbian.
“Would you like to go for a drink and talk things over,” Sherri asked. The question caught Jan off guard, but the fact was, she did want to go with her. She not only wanted to go with her but she wanted to be with her. “Yes,” she answered, “How about Marko’s bar.”
“That would be nice,” Sherri said, “but I was thinking we could go to my place, it’s just around the corner and I have a fully stocked bar.”
“Great,” Jan replied. It was what she wanted anyway, at least, thought she wanted. The thought of being with another woman was exciting, but scary also. It was uncharted territory for her. She felt, she knew all she needed to know to please a man, but a woman’s needs were different, or were they? She knew how to please herself, how much more did she need to know. She began to feel better now convinced she could go through with it.
She followed Sherri and watched as the brake lights of her car came on, as she stopped at the house. It really was just around the corner from the college. Jan could feel the moistness between her legs as she stepped from the car. She was excited with feelings, she had not experienced since high school. She followed Sherri into the house. It was beautiful, everything in place, and decorated in white, chippy furniture. Jan had seen pictures of houses like this in books. It was a style called shabby chic. Chippy, old furniture and items redone to serve other purposes. It was a look absolutely perfect for this house. Sherri opened the bar. “Bourbon and coke, o.k.,” she asked. Jan nodded, stunned by the woman’s beauty. The lighting in the house, simply emphasized her appearance. Jan took the glass from Sherri, “Thanks,” she said. “I think I need this.” It’ll be alright, Jan,” Sherri said. Jan turned the glass upward and drank all of it’s content. “Another,” Sherri asked. “Yes, please,” Jan said. Once again Sherri made her a drink, this one a little stronger than before. She handed Jan the glass and walked behind her. Jan could feel her as she leaned in to her. She could feel the warm breathe on her neck as Sherri whispered, “Let’s explore our sexuality together.”

Jan felt Sherri’s warm moist lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her. Sherri began to kiss her ear, and Jan could feel Sherri’s breasts pressing into her, her erect nipples broadcasting her desire. It was an incredible feeling, having another woman kissing and nibbling on her. It was a sensation so different from
being with a man. Sherri’s face was so smooth and soft, her lips, moist and tender. She was caught up in the sensations, flirting with ecstasy. Sherri’s arms were around her waist, and Jan slowly began to push them downward. She turned around, still in Sherri’s grip, and looked into her eyes. “I need you,” Jan whispered to her. She could sense Sherri’s desire, and appreciated her gently touch. Jan could feel Sherri’s hand brush over her swollen mound. Even with her pants on, she could feel the pleasurable sensations filling her. She reached down and unsnapped her pants, letting Sherri have easy access to her. Sherri pulled on the zipper and helped Jan step from her clothes. Standing in front of Sherri naked, letting her look at her was sexually exciting. Jan felt vulnerable, and leaned into Sherri’s arms. She felt the gently touch of Sherri’s fingers as they ran up and down her pubic mound, ever so gently brushing her swollen and beckoning clitoris.
It was pure ecstasy as Sherri explored her. Her fingers moving over her, sending pulsating shocks through out her body. It was within these feelings that Sherri placed her moist lips on Jans. Jan opened her mouth and let their tongues explore one another. Jan loved the taste of Sherri and moaned into her mouth. They were one with the other, each feeling the others pleasure. Jan began to undress Sherri, letting her fingers find and undo the buttons of her blouse, which she pulled off, never breaking her kiss. She pulled back from Sherri, and helped her step from her pants, exposing the white lacey panties. She could see a small strip of dark hair, neatly trimmed, hiding behind them. She grasped the panties and pulled them to the floor, exposing Sherri’s moist pink vaginal lips. They were open, and pouting, calling for attention.
Jan looked up at Sherri and smiled, “I need too taste you,” she said, seeing the small smile cross Sherri’s face. Jan let her tongue run up and down the open pink lips of Sherri’s womanhood. The moist droplets tasted sweet and her scent was thrilling to Jan. It was musky and lingered around her. Jan let her tongue find the swollen bud of desire, and began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Sherri moaned, as Jan began to suck the bud as if it were a small cock, letting her tongue explore it, savor it, slide up and down it, then sucking on it gently, then hard. Jan could feel the waves of pleasure pulsating through Sherri’s thighs. Jan felt the grip of Sherri’s hands on the back of her head tighten as she was pulled into the moist mound. She worked the hot mound of flesh as if it were the last thing she would ever taste, and Sherri’s moans intensified.
Sherri fell to her knee’s as one orgasmic wave after another rocked her body. Jan let her hands explore the open vaginal hole and inserted one, then two fingers deep within Sherri, her body arched upward wanting more. Jan continued to explore the woman’s body, letting another finger slide into her. She was fixated on rocking Sherri with orgasm after orgasm. Jan loved watching the waves ripple through the woman’s vaginal lips, and the contractions that followed. She screamed as wave after wave enveloped her. Jan let one finger slide into the woman’s anal orifice, just as the last orgasm rocked her. Sherri grabbed her and pulled her close. Jan held her, letting her long fingers stay buried deep within the woman. She felt the hot juices streaming around her fingers, and as she began to remove them, she could feel the vaginal lips trying to suck them back in. She put one of the fingers to her mouth, and then to Sherri lips, which sucked it into her mouth, and Jan felt Sherri’s tongue gently lick it clean. Sherri kissed Jan again, full on the lips. “That was incredible,” she whispered. Sherri got up and led Jan to the bedroom.
Jan lay on the bed, Sherri looking down at her. She felt Sherri’s hand sliding up and down her inner thigh, teasing her, yet sending ripples of desire through her. Finally, a finger began to work ever so gently on her swollen clit, the bud aching with desire. Jan could feel the hot blood of desire within her swollen pussy lips, aching, wanting to be fucked. It was as if Sherri were reading her thought, and plunged three fingers deep within her dripping hole. “Fuck me hard,” she screamed, and Sherri obliged pushing another finger into her, and Jan could feel her pussy expand. She felt Sherri working her fingers in and out of her swollen pussy. “Fuck me, Fist me,” she screamed. She could feel Sherri’s hand working like a piston. The long experienced fingers began to apply pressure to the anterior wall of her vaginal canal. It was a sensation which caused an explosion of vaginal juices which erupted out of her and onto Sherri’s arm. Jan felt her pussy contracting violently, with wave after wave rocking her body.
She could see Sherri reach across to the table next to the bed. The two vibrators which she removed were huge and intimidating. “Trust me,” Sherri said smiling, then kissing her. Jan relaxed as Sherri began to let one of the vibrators run up and down her sopping vaginal hole, which felt as if it were still convulsing from the earlier assault. The large vibrator felt like it was ripping her in half as Sherri pushed it up into her. It hurt, but somehow felt good at the same time. Sherri let the other ride on her swollen, pulsating clitoris, and as her vaginal hole began to relax she pushed the other deep within her, working it back and forth. Jan could feel the blood rushing in once again, orgasm after orgasm, filling her being.
It was then that she noticed, Sherri had strapped the other on with a harness, which now looked like a large dick extending from her crotch. Sherri smiled and grabbed Jan’s knee, pushing them up toward her head, the vibrator filling her pussy still causing orgasmic waves. She felt the other large cock vibrator as Sherri guided it to her anal opening. “Oh, god, no,” she pleaded, as Sherri, squirted a large amount of lubricant onto the thing, and then up her ass. She tried to slide up the bed, but Sherri’s grip was to strong, and she could feel the large object pushing against her tight anal opening. Sherri slapped her on the ass hard, and when she cried out from the pain, she felt the cock vibrator slide into her, passed the sphincter muscle. She screamed out in pain, and Sherri, did not move, she just held the rubber cock in her ass, letting her muscle adjust to it’s size. It was strange, the pain began to subside and the combination of the huge vibrator rocking her pussy, and the other being used as a cock felt good.
The sight of Sherri, fucking her in the ass, moving her hips, thrusting into her, was exciting. She felt the juices pouring from her pussy like a mountain stream, running down her buttocks and onto the bed. Jan grabbed the vibrator, in her pussy, and began to work it in unison with Sherri’s thrust. Screaming as orgasmic contractions rumbled through her body. She could hear the screams as they crossed her lips, but she was helpless to stop them. She had never had orgasms like these. They were ripping her body apart, or at least it felt that way, and she loved it. She could see Sherri, and hear her moans mixing with her own. It felt as if they had been at it for hours, but in reality it had only been a couple, before they collapsed, holding each other tightly, kissing, and embracing.
Once they caught their breath, they began to kiss gently, again exploring one another’s mouths. Their hands exploring, the other body, rubbing and gently pulling at the hard nipples. They stood and hugged, each helping the other get dressed. “Jan,” Sherri said, as they walked to the door, “I hope you enjoyed your homework, because I have a feeling you’ll be getting a lot more.”
Jan smiled, ” I hope so,” she said, as she walked out the door.
Sherri blew her a kiss, “See you in class next week.”
Jan waved and watched as Sherri closed the door. She opened the door and sat in the car. She drove past the college on her way home, “college sure is going to be fun,” she thought, smiling to herself.

When Inuyasha faded back, eyes closing and going limp, Sesshomaru sat up and looked down at him warily. He’d not been this tired, or this overloaded by sensation in years. He slowly pulled away and sat back on his heels. Inuyasha curled onto his side and smiled, lost to the world, for the moment.
“A bath then… and then we’ll see how the tide has turned.” He said softly. He rose and padded to the stream not far away, where he could watch the sleeping hanyou and be sure he didn’t flee suddenly.
As he washed his skin with soft sand from the bottom of the stream, he pondered the evening’s events. He knew why they had happened, well he had a theory. He was just amazed that he couldn’t stop himself. The urge to go and fondle and taste the white haired boy sleeping so deeply was unbearable. He didn’t like being controlled by his own flesh. However, that flesh wanted something of him that he couldn’t provide. In fact, it was entirely his own fault this had happened. Inuyasha was a pawn to their blood, to their nature. Sesshomaru’s body wanted a mate. However, he’d not seen a female of his kind in a long, long time. Inuyasha was just unlucky enough to be of his breed and young enough that his hormones confused Sesshomaru’s body. He couldn’t help himself, neither of them could. It might be best to leave himself…. But he couldn’t. He looked down at his once again erect manhood and sighed.
“He’s had more than enough. He’s too young for this sport.” He snapped to himself. The erection mockingly ignored him. He ducked under the water then stood, his hair falling sleek behind him and shrugged. Fine, self gratification might just clear his muddled mind. It was hard to think of anything other than relieving the tension in his belly, truth be told.
He was about to wrap his fingers around himself, despite the fact he knew it wouldn’t help, when he heard Inuyasha stir and call for him. He looked up, flushing at the idea he’d almost been seen like this; he’d seem more insatiable than the young hormone driven Hanyou if he’d been seen.
“Sesshomaru…” Inuyasha sat up and yawned. Damn his teenaged stamina and ability to recover so fast.
“I am bathing. Go to sleep.” He called. Of course the insolent whelp ignored him. He rose and walked towards him, smiling blurrily. His eyes missed nothing as he stepped into the stream too and leaned up to nuzzle the taller Sesshomaru’s neck.
“You didn’t wake me to help you with this… why not?” he asked softly. The hint of worry made the youkai flinch and sigh.
“I don’t know. You were not going to respond anymore, ne? I think the idea of a limp partner made me not want to bother.”
“Well, I am not limp now.” Inuyasha said and pulled him closer to the shore. The water was still up to Sesshomaru’s mid thigh when Inuyasha stopped and grasped him. “How do you want it this time…?” he asked. Sesshomaru eyed him and shook his head.
“I don’t think I can take you again, Inuyasha… so relax and hands off.” He said, not unkindly. The boy lifted a brow and a spark of the stubbornness they shared flashed in his eyes. Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed. “Hands off, Inuyasha.” Inuyasha’s hand tightened and moved over him insolently as he lifted a brow at him. Sesshomaru’s hips shifted into his grasp despite his words.
“Hands off?” Inuyasha said eyes shifting downward to watch what he was doing and his brother’s reaction to it. Sesshomaru growled and forced his hand to push the hanyou away.
“Inuyasha.” He snapped, his voice cold and aloof once more. The hanyou bristled then yelped as he felt a leg swipe his knees and knock him off his feet into the water. He spluttered as the youkai held his head under a few seconds then lifted him out to breathe. “Don’t be so eager, you hentai!” Sesshomaru chuckled. Inuyasha grabbed his right leg and tugged uselessly; Sesshomaru was prepared for possible retribution, it seemed. The younger male pouted as he was lifted to his feet again, and shook his hair out.
“But you are…” he started, but got a finger to the lips, stopping him.
“Let me explain first. Then we shall see how we feel.” The youkai said seriously, and led him back out of the cool water. Inuyasha realized the sun was going to rise soon; Kagome and the others would probably bee searching for him…
Sesshomaru felt the boy tense up next to him and slid his arm around his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the abandoned fur. Predictably, his touch forced all thoughts from the boys head, making him wince a bit at the subterfuge. If this was the result of mating, he was not sure he wanted a mate at all. He preferred to have a life and a partner he could talk to or live a life with outside the bedroom. Inuyasha was flat blinded by his presence and his touch; it was as if he was enslaved to his brother’s scent or youki.
“Inuyasha, why is it you think we’ve been having sex tonight? Why don’t you question the morality of it, or the fact that before tonight you were as straight as an arrow?” he asked bluntly, hand still on his shoulder. Sure enough the hanyou blinked at him blankly. He stepped back and sat across from him and repeated himself. Slowly the golden eyes seemed to clear and the hanyou titled his head as if pondering.
“I… didn’t think at all… I don’t know why or how this happened. Especially with…. my own flesh and blood. Not that you ever cared to call me that before.” His voice was dropping as confusion rose; Inuyasha’s hands rose to cover his face as he curled up into a ball of shame and bewilderment. Sesshomaru felt his chest squeeze, and forced it to stop; he did think differently of his brother, but he was not going to get foolish and lightheaded over the boy. He dared not touch him in any case; that spell would descend and make this more and more painful to unravel anyway.
“Listen as I say this Inuyasha, because I will never utter these words again. Listen!” the boy looked up, shivering in his bafflement and moral struggle. What they’d done had felt good, in more ways that one. He’d felt wanted, even loved for the first time since his mother died. Sure Kagome loved him but he didn’t dare touch her. She scared him in some ways and the fact that eh couldn’t keep her was never far from his mind. She would leave him, as all others he loved had left… as Sesshomaru now as trying to do, obviously.
“Inuyasha. I was wrong to despise you for your human taint. I was wrong to belittle you. You are indeed Father’s heir, not myself. And I do respect you. I might even care for you, a little.” Sesshomaru said uncomfortably. He shrugged a strange sight with the missing arm hidden as it had been all night, under his silver hair. He looked away and sighed “I don’t wish to coerce you though, my brother. And unfortunately, my mere presence is enslaving you.”
“I don’t understand. How? Why? You respect me? But you tried to kill me, in Fathers tomb and when you worked with Naraku…” Sesshomaru’s eyes snapped to his as his fangs bared angrily.
“I said I was wrong! That is all I will say of that past, Inuyasha! Just because you have become something to me, don’t push my tolerance.” He snapped, and this utterance threw Inuyasha into a serious confusion. He meant something now? Sesshomaru cared about him suddenly?
“As for being enslaved, I mean that literally, you cannot help but desire me… I know this much of you, boy; you are no hentai. You’d never try to entice me to take you like you just did, not once but twice. It is our blood calling to its like.” He lifted his hand and stared intently at you Hanyou. “I want you to concentrate hard upon who you are, and what you feel when I touch you. Do not move, nor speak, just feel and listen to your body.” He said and laid his hand on the boy’s cheek.
Instantly Inuyasha felt the stirring inside him, his skin tingling and pulling with each breath. His manhood swelled and it was all he could do to obey and not touch himself or reach for his brother. The hand left and after a few breaths, he felt coherent again.
“What the hell was that!?” he gasped and leaned backwards, eyes wide. “How did you do that to me?”
“I am not controlling it, boy! It is simply what we are… we both have Inu-youkai blood in our veins, and in me at least, it seeks a mate of its own kind. You are young yet, not fully grown, nor mature. You are in the stage where you have a female’s scent and hormones in you as well as the male that will rule you eventually… and it is confusing both of our bodies. That is all. If this had happened before your body started changing, or when you had fully matured…. Well it wouldn’t be likely to happen at all.” He said bluntly.
Inuyasha felt himself blushing; his body changing had been hard for him. No one had explained it, and no one cared how he felt, how confused and even scared he’d been of the process of puberty. He did remember that Sesshomaru had come upon him once when the process had started and simply said to not be concerned about his funny voice or his gangling body. He hadn’t said why, but he’d also not cuffed him or sniffed in scorn. That was one of the few times he’d felt… accepted by his brother, before this night.
“So, that damn change hasn’t finished yet? I know I am still shorter than you are, but then Mother was short, I just figured I was not going to be tall like you and dad.” He mused. “Still, I am a guy, not a girl …”
“Trust me Inuyasha, there is no other explanation. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed by my flesh before, and I have had females of our kind in my bed. They were not of our status, and that makes some difference.” It was Sesshomaru’s turn to flush in embarrassment. “My body wants to make you my mate, which is pointless. We cannot make pups, nor can we go off and be a pair, but at some point we are going to have to go back to our lives, Inuyasha. The question is this; what do you want of me, now that we don’t hate each other?”
“I don’t want us to hate… and…” the hanyou paused, biting his lip. He was confused by his own wants and desires. He didn’t know what he wanted; his brother’s mere presence was distracting him so badly, he couldn’t think. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to stay right here with Sesshomaru, to touch that pale skin and kiss that softened, delicious mouth… but what of when the sun rose? When Kagome and the rest found them? What would happen once they had one-hundred feet between them? One-hundred yards?
“I want to feel this way again, Sesshomaru. I don’t want to lose this.” He said with a sigh of resignation.
“But, Inuyasha; it cannot last. As you mature, this heady desire will fade. You will cease to want me, and I you. It’s not real…” he was startled at the blaze of anger in the boy’s eyes at his words.
“Don’t you tell me it ain’t real! It’s fucking real, dammit!” the hanyou launched himself at Sesshomaru and knocked him back, his arms winding around the youkai’s shoulders as he kissed his mouth into silence, his hand wound into the silver locks and holding the taller male captive. Sesshomaru arched his body and grabbed a handful of white hair to pull him away but it was too late. The chemistry between them took over and made his mouth open to his brother’s kiss. Inuyasha’s body pressed against his, rubbing their flesh together sensuously as his hands drifted down the striped sides to make Sesshomaru shiver. His skin broke into chills, and before he could think, Inuyasha flipped him to his stomach and straddled his thighs, running his hands over the striped back and hips, pushing his silver hair out of the way so he could lean forward to lick and kiss the russet markings.
Sesshomaru’s body was wracked by shivers of pleasure, his claws dug into the tree roots as he moaned and writhed under the hanyou’s ministrations. Inuyasha trailed his fingers over the crack of his ass and sighed; their feelings weren’t real, ne? His leaned back up to Sesshomaru’s ear and breathed into it, licking the pointed tip slowly.
“Tomorrow can wait a little longer.” he purred, and smirked at the soft moan he got as a response. He stroked and teased the youkai’s skin a little longer then slid down, licking down his spine and kneading his rear. Sesshomaru’s head tilted to the side, not sure what Inuyasha was planning, and not sure he cared, as long as it felt this good; to hell with his aloof controls. Still his eyes widened as he felt his bothers tongue and fangs nibbling his ass while his hands pushed outward on his inner thighs.
“You little hentai…” he breathed as he obliged the hanyou and felt the boys tongue probing his opening slowly. The warmth that flooded his veins made him melt under the boy’s mouth, his moan long and ragged as Inuyasha stabbed his tongue into him and reached under him to lift his hips and gain access to his throbbing erection. One hand wrapped around his member, the other kneaded his testicles and that wicked tongue was the final straw; he had to regain control or… But Inuyasha wanted his brother’s release more than he himself did. He felt Sesshomaru gather himself and held him tight, growling and nipping his ass cheek sharply. Sesshomaru growled as well and looked back at the hanyou with blazing eyes.
“Are you sure you want to…” he gasped and shuddered as the hand on his shaft moved with more speed and pressure, distracting him badly. “…to do this and miss out yourself, Inuyasha?” he purred. The hanyou licked up his back and rested his cheek on his slick flesh.
“You don’t want me to do it for you?” he asked softly. Sesshomaru finally broke away and the hanyou gasped as his back hit ground with a thud. Sesshomaru swung a leg over him and settled with his head over the boys groin with a chuckle.
“Oh yes, do what you want and I will do the same…” he rasped and bent to lick his shaft with a long, eager tongue. Inuyasha smirked and hauled his hips down, shoving the youkai’s knees forward to continue his lapping at his brothers opening and testicles. Sesshomaru leaned on his elbow as he swallowed the boy’s member and started sucking in long smooth strokes, claws teasing his inner thigh in the same rhythm. Inuyasha shivered and tried to focus on what he was doing, but the mouth on him was too distracting. His hips twitched up with each downward motion of the youkai’s head, and his throat s wit with soft sounds of pleasure. Sesshomaru pulled away a moment and kneaded his testicles, counting as he waited for the boy to calm a bit. Inuyasha’s teeth sank into his thigh instead. He blinked and looked back at the hanyou and snapped to let go of his thigh. He got the distinct impression he was being coerced into finishing what was started.
However, Sesshomaru was not about to be told what to do; he jerked his leg away from the sharp fangs, ignoring the pain and the blood to pull Inuyasha up, flinging his back to the tree above them. The hanyou licked the blood from his lips and blinked as his left leg was lifted so his knee was nearly over his shoulder. Sesshomaru leaned in close to his face, fangs bared.
“You want it to be rougher this time, ne? Have a taste for my blood, do you little brother?” Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest, to deny he’d meant any harm when he felt Sesshomaru drive into him with one thrust. His head snapped back as pain and pleasure fought for dominance, each driving motion into him both a searing pain and a wave of incredible pleasure at once. One arm rose to cover his eyes as the other hand dug into the tree’s bark for support as his brother slammed his whole body into him with each thrust. His back dug into the bark, which was rubbing his skin raw, and Sesshomaru’s claws had punctured the skin of his flank; he felt blood trickling down over his curving buttock in hot rivulets. He felt Sesshomaru’s teeth sink into his neck, low by the shoulder and moaned in alarm. Sesshomaru pressed his body harder to the tree, and then held his shaft with a tight grip. His hand was nearly as rough as his thrusts, but the boy didn’t care. He was shaking and jerking at each motion his brother made into him, his nerves flaring and making him see white.
The Youkai whined as his climax rushed over him, his hips jerking spastically as he spilled into the hanyou. Inuyasha whimpered as his brother pressed closer then froze, leaving him hanging on the edge of climax himself. He tried to worm his hand between then, and find his own release, but Sesshomaru was pressed too close, and he still held the hanyou’s shaft in an iron grip. He pressed his hips at him with a moan.
“Please, Sesshomaru…” he begged, making the youkai’s eyes open with a start. He saw the flush on the boys cheeks and felt his erection, unabated in his hand and felt slightly embarrassed at his cruelty in leaving the boy behind. He nuzzled Inuyasha’s neck and licked the blood from the bite as he stroked him, and then dropped to his knees, taking him into his mouth again. Inuyasha’s hands dove into his hair as he loudly voiced his enjoyment. His hips pressed his member deeper into the youkai’s throat, his head arching back as he felt Sesshomaru’s hand slide between his thighs and two fingers slide into him to massage that spot inside him…
He yowled as he came, bowing over the greedily suckling Sesshomaru’s head and shuddering. The fingers inside him didn’t stop massaging, and the lips around him didn’t stop moving over him either. He shook harder, feeling ready to pass out from the pleasure Sesshomaru was wringing from him. The youkai didn’t relent, his actions forcing the boy’s blood to remain boiling, and within moments he came again, this time going totally limp and falling to the side. Sesshomaru flopped next to him, curled by his side, and felt his eyes flutter closed in exhaustion…
———–
Inuyasha woke first and sat up, the sun just below the horizon, coloring everything golden, including the icy beauty of Sesshomaru lying next to him peacefully. He watched the youkai breathing, his hand curled by his face, his hair just barely covering him. He wore a small smile in his sleep, and Inuyasha couldn’t help a wry smile in return. They weren’t touching at the moment, so the strange chemical reaction was not clouding his mind. Slowly he pulled away and stood, intending to head for the stream to wash. However his body flared with pain that almost made him yelp. He comically clapped his hands to his ass and swallowed heavily.
“Oh no… dammit this hurts…” he muttered. He looked down and noticed he was covered in bruises, cuts, bites and scratches… his cursed brother had mauled him during the tumultuous night! He looked closer at Sesshomaru and frowned; other than the bite to his thigh, and a few claw punctures here and there, Sesshomaru’s skin was nearly flawless. Grumbling, he waddled to the stream and winced again as the cold water stung the wounds and made the bruises throb. “I am glad I bit you, jerk… even though you bloody well ripped me up for it.”
He dunked under the water and whined in his throat as his body screamed at him for the movement, and shook his hair out, scrubbing his scalp and then rising out of the water with a sigh. He turned to shore and froze.
Sesshomaru was gone. He stared at the spot where the Youkai had been lying and felt his stomach fall. He couldn’t believe the bastard had just left, and so suddenly. His arms rose, crossing over his chest; had his brother done this to be cruel or to be kind? His head drooped as he tried to sort out his feelings… he as still so muddled…
“Why the long face, little brother.” His head snapped up to see Sesshomaru standing with his clothes over his arm. Inuyasha flushed bright red with embarrassment. The youkai tilted his head and walked over, laying the clothes down and striding into the water. Inuyasha turned his back and growled.
“Don’t have a long face.” he splashed himself and then felt Sesshomaru’s hand on his shoulder.

The blonde had small, tight curls–a bad peroxide perm, from the looks of it. The brunette’s hair was slightly wavy and dark, resembling chocolate swirls. They were both sun-bronzed and handsome as Adonis, with cocks and balls that, like their owners, looked so much alike that they could have been twins.
On a carpeted floor near an occupied bed, the blonde was on his elbows and knees. Behind him, the brunette knelt, between the other man’s parted calves. The dark-haired man pressed his hips forward, and his prick, glistening with lubricant, slid between the soft-firm cheeks of his partner’s compact buttocks. The thick, hard organ vanished inside the other man’s bottom as the brunette fed inch after slow inch of his massive member into the fair-haired man’s anus, stretching the sphincter ever wider, until the erection was buried inside the blonde’s ass, the brunette’s balls grinding against the impaled man’s perineum. After wriggling his hips and groin against the blonde’s flattened ass cheeks, the dark-haired man pulled his crotch away from the other man’s buttocks, paused a moment, and then thrust his cock home again, the firm organ forcing its way past the blonde’s wide-stretched anus to slide deep into the targeted man’s bowels.
Beside the butt-fucking couple, another pair of lovers–these a redheaded youth and a bald-headed man–were engaged in oral sex. The older, bald man sat on the edge of the bed, thighs spread, to allow the younger redhead to kneel between them. Bent well forward at the waist, the redheaded youth had the older man’s erect prick inside his mouth, and his head bobbed steadily up and down as he drew and slid his lips back and forth over the smooth, taut skin that covered the bald man’s rigid cock.
I sat on the couch, my fist pumping my own stiff, swollen member as I watched the couples pleasuring themselves and one another, totally oblivious to my presence. As I masturbated, I enjoyed the men vicariously, imagining myself as the penetrated blonde, a cock jammed up my tight ass; as the penetrating brunette, my cock thrusting between the blonde’s impaled ass; as the redhead, sucking a thick, distended penis; and as the older, bald-headed man enjoying expert oral service. My cock, already stiff, stiffened more; my cock, already swollen, swelled further; my cock, already long, lengthened. My balls rose inside my tightened scrotum.
A surfboard stood against the far wall. Its presence, like the glistening, tanned bodies of the nude men coupling on the bed and on the floor, suggested that the couples were surfers, like me. As I watched them sucking and fucking, I also imagined them balanced perfectly upon their respective boards, hurtling naked across the white-capped, foaming waves, the scent of salt, like semen, thick in the misty air, the sun warm on their bare flesh, and whirling seagulls crying overhead. How I’d like to be with them as they rode the waves! That would be awesome! That would be totally tubular! My cock trembled in my pumping fist.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” The blonde’s cries caught my attention, and I resumed watching him get boned by the brunette, who was now pounding away at the skewered ass of the blonde with energy, force, and fervor. I watched the dark-haired man’s cock vanish and reappear, again and again, more rapidly and violently, inside the blonde’s ass as its owner ravished his lover. The brunette’s buttocks flexed, the cheeks hollowing momentarily, as he drove his organ forward, through the blonde’s stretched-open anus, and swelled again to their normal fullness as he withdrew his cock, momentarily, except for its glans, before driving the thick, hard member into the other man’s anal orifice anew, shoving the tight curls of his pubic hair into the penetrated man’s bottom and flattening his firm-smooth buttocks before his rapid, powerful lunges. Each time the brunette temporarily withdrew, his companion grunted: “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Had I not been on both the giving and the receiving ends of this same sexual act several times, I might have thought that the blonde was in agony and that the brunette was a sadistic bastard, but, as it was, I knew, from personal experience, that the moans were of pleasure, not pain, and that both partners were enjoying the intense delight that preceded their eventual ecstasy. As I watched them, I was both the active and the passive partner, the one whose bottom was crammed full of thick, hard, relentlessly pounding cock and the other, who persistently hammered the impaled anus, bouncing his hips hard against the impaled man’s yielding buttocks. My own cock jerked and twitched, and my balls ached in a muted, pleasant way. Watching the hot action of the butt-fucking surfers was fantastic, amazing, marvelous. It was–well, it was totally tubular, as we surfers are fond of saying.
Watching the other couple–the bald man and the redhead–was also mesmerizing. The bald-headed man had lain back, and, with eyes shut, he concentrated upon the literal tongue-lashing that he was receiving from his younger lover. His head turned left and right, back and forth, a metronome keeping time to the pumping action of his boyfriend’s mouth. His eyelids twitched, quivered, his nostrils flared, and he licked his lips with the tip of his moist, pink tongue. Occasionally, his body would writhe on the bed, his thighs a pair of scissors flexing against the sides of the redhead’s face. A sheen of perspiration shone upon his furrowed brow and his tanned physique. Along with him, vicariously, I enjoyed the wet motion of the redhead’s lips and tongue. I felt the redhead’s soft, full lips nuzzle my erection, felt their circular pressure around the circumference of my rigid member, felt them nurse at my swollen manhood. I also felt his wet tongue lick and stroke my prick, and I enjoyed the warm-soft-wetness of his mouth as he plunged lips and tongue and inner cheeks and palate down over and around my already-stiff, but still-burgeoning cock. Likewise, I felt the smooth, rigid column of the bald man’s swollen penis between my own lips as they descended in a tight, round embrace down, down, down his upright cock, to kiss his balls as his penis slid deeper into my sodden oral embrace. In my mind’s-eye, saliva drooled from the corners of my mouth, dribbling down my chin, as I sucked and licked the bald man’s sex organs, tasting his salty manliness, his saline virility. My balls ached more fully, more painfully now than they ached pleasurably, and my cock was like an iron pole in the tightly curled fingers of my pumping fist.
Although I’ve watched a lot of guys suck and fuck, they’re usually construction workers taking a break on a remote site, workers having a quickie among pallets of merchandise in a cavernous warehouse, a traveling salesman settling for getting to know the farmer’s son when no daughter is available, a prisoner discovering the horrors–or joys, depending upon one’s point of view–or being incarcerated with a horny cellmate; college football players celebrating a victory with one another instead of the team’s cheerleaders; or mechanics maintaining each other’s tools in the garage between sessions fixing cars. Seldom do I get to watch young, suntanned gods like the men I was observing now make love to one another with such obvious pleasure and devotion. As I watched the brunette fuck the blonde and the redhead suck the baldheaded man, I could almost smell the briny sea–or their salty semen–and feel the warm, buoyant waves–or their spurting sperm. I imagined them together, each couple sharing the same surfboard, far out to sea, drifting upon the rising swells of the emerald ocean and splashed with the foam of the sea as they sucked or were sucked, fucked or were fucked, and I took their places, in my mind, becoming now the bald man, now the redhead, now the brunette, and now the blonde. The sun was warm upon my bare flesh, and I felt it, particularly, upon my chest, my cock and balls, and my ass. As the surfboard floated among the waves, rising and falling with each swell and drop of the deeps, I imagined myself bobbing on these tossing crests, all the while a prick plunging into my bowels or my mouth plunging down around a stout, hard penis. These images heightened my arousal, and a crystal drop of Cowper’s fluid, or “pre-cum,” as sometimes it is known, appeared at the slit within the crown of my purple glans, a pearl forged within the depths of my masculinity.
Outside, through the window near the surfboard that leaned against the bedroom wall, I spied a tall, muscular young man approaching the bungalow. He wore a broad-brimmed, floppy canvas hat, sunglasses, a gold chain necklace, a pair of loud Hawaiian trunks, and sandals. I wanted to shout to the coupling couples sucking and fucking with such wild abandon, but I wanted, even more, to continue to watch them do so. The right thing to do was to warn them of their approaching visitor. However, I preferred the other option–of keeping silent and enjoying their surprise. I steeled myself, deciding not to warn them, and kept my eye on the approaching visitor. He passed from my view. A moment later, the doorbell chimed.
The redheaded youth paused, letting the bald man’s saliva-slick cock slide from his mouth, and, rising, still naked, he crossed the carpet, and exited the bedroom, calling “Wait a second!”
A moment later, he returned with his visitor, who’d shed his hat, sunglasses, trunks, and sandals and was as naked as his hosts.
“Guys, this is Tony. He’s a lifeguard.” The redhead looked at their visitor. “You’re late.”
“Sorry, Jimmy. I just got off work.”
Jimmy shrugged. “Let me introduce you to my buds.” He named the others. The bald man was Nathan; the ass-fucked blonde was Barry; and the brunette ass-fucker was Clay. Jimmy didn’t mention me, of course. I just sat there, stroking my cock as I eyed the newcomer. Tony was a gorgeous specimen of manhood. He had platinum blonde hair; piercing blue eyes; full, sensuous lips; broad shoulders; well-defined abs; a narrow waist; powerful thighs; a powerful, sculpted back; firm, compact buttocks; at least eight inches of thick, cut cock; and big balls. He was a god; he was magnificent; he was totally tubular!
“Hi, guys.”
They others murmured greetings in return, but I didn’t add mine, nor had Tony so much as looked in my direction. That was all right with me; guys always tended not to see or hear me. I could be a ghost as far as the men I watch are concerned. They never actually invite me to watch them make love, but they never acknowledge my presence when I do watch them. To them, it’s like I don’t exist.
“I was just sucking off Nathan,” Jimmy explained to the newcomer. “I hope you don’t mind if I–”
Tony smiled. He had the whitest teeth–and dimples! I was in love! “No, no,” he reassured Jimmy. “You go right ahead.” He looked around the room, his eyes sweeping past, rather than over me. “You go right ahead. I’ll find something to keep me occupied.” Like me! I thought, but Tony, although he’d looked right at me–or, rather, right through me–hadn’t noticed me any more than the others had. It was as if I were invisible, as if I didn’t exist.
I frowned, my cock wilting in my hand. It was disconcerting, even a little disheartening–to say nothing of humiliating–to be so easily and casually ignored–or, at least, it used to be, before I’d become accustomed enough to it that it no longer bothered me. At least, it usually didn’t bother me. For some reason, this handsome lifeguard’s neglect did bother me. In fact, it more than merely bothered me; it annoyed me. It hurt me. He was so beautiful! So splendid! So totally tubular! To be ignored by him–it was like being rejected.
My cock had become small and limp. I squeezed it in my fist, mercilessly and relentlessly, until the blood collected again in its spongy tissues and the recalcitrant organ again bloated and stretched, standing erect and ready for action, although the only action it would enjoy would be that which was supplied to it by Rosy Palm and her sisters, the Four Fingers.
While the others enjoyed themselves–and each other–Nathan masturbated, like me. I watched him stroke his cock while I stroked my own dick. Like the rest of him, his prick and balls were beautiful, manly, and sexy–totally tubular! I watched as his penis stiffened and swelled, standing upright like mine, the pink glans ripening to deep purple as his balls rose inside his contracting scrotum. I wanted to take it in my hand, in my mouth, up my ass. I wanted him to pound me, to fuck my face or my butt, as hard and fast as he could pump his hips. I wanted his semen on my face and lips and teeth and tongue. I wanted his sperm deep in my bowels. I wanted to fuck him, too, and spew my own hot seed over his brow and nose and eyelids and cheeks and lips and chin and chest and belly and pubes. I wanted to spurt my semen inside his ass, along the furrow of his buttocks, against his perineum, and across his firm-smooth ass cheeks. I wanted to be mastered by him–and to master him. None of my wishes came true, of course, any more than they ever did. Instead, he ignored me, as he and his kind always did and always have.
Watching Nathan and Jimmy and Barry and Clay and Tony the Newcomer had has one effect on me, though: my limp, soft dick had become thick and hard again–like a metal, rather than a fleshly, rod. The sights and sounds of them making love as they sucked or were sucked, fucked or were fucked, or masturbated had also brought me close to orgasm. If I couldn’t actually join the guys, I could at least get close to one and, since it was Tony who was unattached, he might as well be the one with whom I got cozy, I thought, especially since the look on his handsome face indicated that he, like me, was close to the point of no return. Maybe we could come together!
I stood, crossed the room, and pointed my dick right into his face. He pretended he didn’t know that I was there, bit, of course he did. How could he not know? I mean, sure, his eyes were closed, but the tip of my prick was touching his forehead. He had to know. He just acted as if he were none the wiser. They all did, always.
His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the urgent, rising tide of pleasure welling within his groin–I felt the same, overwhelming sensations of pleasure rising within my body–and within my soul. The flood of ecstasy filled me–filled us, for Tony was feeling the same irresistible, overpowering sensations within his balls and loins and chest and brain that had ignited themselves in mine, and his twisted features, gasping breath, clenched teeth, and urgent moans told me he was as close to orgasm as I was–maybe even in the throes of passion, as I was–then, suddenly, all thoughts were lost as I felt the rush of orgasm become ejaculation, my passion seeming to spurt and spurt from my pulsating penis along with the warm, thick streamers of semen that splattered against Tony’s enraptured face. My sperm shot in volleys against his flawless features. I looked down at his face, beatific in ecstasy, and saw that my semen dribbled from his chin, onto his chest and coursed down his sexy, six-pack abs, toward his own stiff-standing, ejaculating cock.
Tony’s semen gushed from his prick. Then, the initial surge was followed with several quick spurts. The sperm launched itself from his penis in white jets, streaked over his abs and pecs to his face, decorating his cheeks and nose and brow and hair with gobs and splatters of thick, viscid fluid. He moaned, opening his mouth to catch what sperm of his own–and mine–he could, but the seed mostly sprayed and spattered his face.
Other moans competed for my attention, and I watched semen fountain from the bald man’s cock, splattering and spattering the redhead’s freckled face just before molten sperm from Clay’s cock, pulled free of Barry’s asshole, erupted against the blonde’s buttocks, cleavage, and reamed anus, streaming down the cleavage between Barry’s semen-splattered ass cheeks, down the backs of his thighs, and onto the carpet upon which he crouched on elbows and knees.
An incident so rare it seemed miraculous occurred as a second orgasm seized me, and I ejaculated still more from the reservoir of semen stored deep within my balls, a pool I thought I’d exhausted a few moments ago, spurting its salty fluid into Tony’s face as his own cock was shooting its load of sperm at the same target. Exhausted, I fell back, onto my ass, and stared with amazement at the glass covering my television’s semen-smeared picture tube. Thick runnels of my viscid white semen ran down the transparent surface, welling at the bottom of the screen before overflowing the edge of the cabinet that housed the TV set and dribbling down its controls to drip upon my living room carpet. In watching the actors of Suck and Fuck Surfers get off, I’d managed to experience not one, but two, orgasms and back-to-back ejaculations.
Tubular! I thought. Totally tubular!

It’s a sweet summer morning. The sun has crept through my window. My windows allow a breeze to caress me that carries the promise that only summer can, exciting and intoxicating. I spend some time preparing for work, slowly smoothing my skin and softening it in preparation for the day. I ease a beautiful, ice green dress over my body. The fabric spills over my curves, covering my body, the feel of silk on my skin.
The same gentle breeze caresses me as I step onto the ferry and take a seat on the bow. I take out the book I have been hoping to finish. The book is a collection of erotic stories; it has been encouraging me to reach out further, dare to try new things. A man boards and catches my eye. He is tall, elegant. I watch him move towards me and I can’t help but stare at him. He catches me staring at him; his dark eyes are boring into mine as he moves closer.
He settles into the seat opposite me. The ferry leaves the wharf and starts to roll over undulating waves. The man is enjoying the trip and occasionally smiles at me. His eyes travel lazily over my body, stopping here and there as thought they were caught in honey. I try to concentrate on what I am reading, but am unable to stop myself from sneaking glances.
As I watch him watching me, the boat hits an unexpected wave, my book slips from my hand slides across the deck, well out of my reach. I leap from my seat to reach the book before anyone else, but my dress catches on the old wooden seating. The fabric rips and I am mortified to see that the tear reveals my thigh to the hip.
My cheeks fill with a blush as the stranger reaches for the book. He looks at the title then at me knowingly, but doesn’t speak a word. He flips through a few pages. My face is burning, I am so embarrassed. His eyes drop for a moment to rest on the exposed skin of my thigh. The ferry has begun to dock and people are starting to move around us.
I being to speak, but he silences me with a finger to his lips. The blood is coursing through my body and I feel that familiar ache of desire. I try so hard to suppress the feeling. My hands are itching to feel this man; I imagine how his hard body would feel pressed up against me. He passes me the book and whispers the command
“Follow me, don’t speak!” He lifts his finger to his lips again. I remain silent.
He takes my hand and guides me as I follow him off the ferry like a lamb, unwilling to break the spell that silence has created. My body brushes against him in the crowd and I can feel his breath on my skin. We walk for a while into the cool shadows of the city, through some laneways, across busy streets. He is striding out, confident. He pulls me around a sharp corner, slipping through a narrow entrance to a very quiet laneway. I can hear people rushing past, but they cannot see us.
My stranger pushes me up against the cold brick wall, the summer sun hidden from view by the tall buildings around us. It’s obvious to me he has had women in this place before and it only excites me more. His hands travel over my body, lifting one thigh to fit snugly over his hip.
His hand drops down between my legs and he pulls the slip of lace I am wearing aside. I was so wet from excitement that his fingers slip into me easily. He starts to move his hand against me, and I moving with the rhythm of his hand. I can feel my clit get harder and harder.
I am lost in the moment, with a man whom I do not know. He pushes me harder against the wall, his body crushing me. I can feel his hard cock pushing against me. My back arches as he forces his way into me. He enters me slowly, his cock pulsing inside me, his breath hot on my neck, his fingers bruising my skin.
He starts to fuck me hard and I am biting my lips to keep the sound from escaping. He fucks me so hard that my foot is lifting from the ground – so he catches my leg so that my thighs grip his waist. He thrusts into me over and over, until I come, shuddering with an incredible release.
He releases my legs, and helps me get my balance on the ground. His finger goes to his lips again, the command for silence. He smooths my dress for me, then takes my throat in his hand and kisses me deeply. As he leaves, he looks at again and says “Be on the same ferry tomorrow.”

I’m a transsexual. I make no excuses about it – I love being feminine, feeling like a woman, wearing women’s clothing, especially the short mini-skirts with a slit up the thigh, thigh-high stocking, heels, and very sexual bikini panties, with my hard cock straining to escape.
I feel beautiful as a woman. I’m kinda tall in my three-inch heels, about 5′11,” 180 lbs, and I love flaunting my erotic, sexual nature. I’m sexually well endowed, with an eight-inch cock, hard and thick. My bronze hair is down to my shoulders, and I love to tease. Of course, I’m beautiful.
I have large bosomy breasts, which heave fluidly through my sheer open top blouses. My big, nickel-sized nipples are surrounded by large pebbly aureole, and the duggs are themselves puffy, and easily stimulated. They always need to be suckled. They’re exceptionally long, sticking straight out, and they always need to be suckled.
My ass cheeks move liquidly as I walk, my short, tight skirt making promises that I’m always moist and hot between my long shapely legs. Of course, no one knows that my equipment is hard, usually throbbing with need. I can feel it, tight and erect, the head jutting out from its hood, being massaged by my tight fitting panties, the sweat on my thick pubic hairs being aromatic and lickable.
I’m lusty, exciting, and always ready to open my sexual secrets to open-minded people who share my desires, and I want to be sexually enjoyed in a variety of ways, orally, with my long hard penetrating cock, or even adult toys. I need to please and be pleasured in very erotic, uninhibited ways, where I am explored and serviced completely. I love to please myself by masturbating wickedly, but I mostly enjoy men and women, orally, suckling or sucking, penetrating and sometimes, with the right man, being pumped frantically in my pussified ass… That’s the best—that’s when I best identify with being totally a woman. It happened to me just tonight. I can still feel the hardness of his cock, the taste of his cum in my mouth…
It started on the subway, and ended in the parking lot, where… well, let me tell you what happened…
I was on my way home from a club where I hang with other TV/TSs. Of course, I was in full dress—I was on the subway, by myself, and no one on the train had a clue that I’m packing eight inches. I‘d had a couple of drinks, not a lot, but enough to make me act a bit horny. I had no intention of starting anything, but my cock was really lubing, and trying to break free from my Victorian Secrets. My short skirt, black and gold, with a slit up the front of it, on my thigh, was way up my leg, showing the tops of my stockings, and more leg. Hell, I was even turning myself on!
There were only a few other people in the car—a young white guy and his girlfriend, and a black guy, in his 30’s sitting directly across from me. The black guy kept looking, stealing glances at my leggy thighs. I kept showing him more and more, once even opening my legs to see how he’d react. I glanced at his crotch—he was obviously aroused. Then I looked up at his face, to find him looking directly at me, with a question on his face. To make his point, he placed his hand over his cock, grabbed it, and shook it at me.
He wanted to play, and I was horny as hell right then. So, I opened my legs, looking suggestively into his eyes as I did so. He took out his cock, and I could see it was massive, with pre-cum already glazing the purple head of it. I could smell his sex! He masturbated it for me, showing me how big it was, bulging with the pre-cum flying off the sides of it.
It was up to me to make the next move. I reached down, and pulled my skirt completely up around my waist, seeing, but not caring that the white couple was looking at us both, their eyes wide with amazement. I reached into the panty leg, and pulled out my own 8-inches, and masturbated it lewdly, watching my prospective fucker as I did so.
He jumped up as if struck by a rock, putting his hands up, palms out at me to keep me away. He virtually ran to the other end of the car, and when the train made it’s next stop, left the car immediately. He obviously had never even envisioned that people like me exist.
The white couple was, like awestruck, mouths open, and just staring at me. I looked directly back—I just stood up and adjusted my panties, putting my cock back, and pulled my skirt back down.
A stop later, in the suburbs now, the girl got up to exit, leaving the young white guy and I alone in the car. As she left, she asked him if he’d be okay. He just nodded.
When the train was moving again, I noticed him looking at me, as if wondering something. I decided to test, or tease him, to see what he was made of. I got up, and sat directly across from him, crossing my legs slowly, making sure he was aware that there was still a bulge in my skirt.
He began to perspire nervously, but I noted that his cock was reacting. I slowly uncrossed my legs, and opened my thighs, to see if he’d look up my skirt. sure enough, he lowered his gaze until I knew he was taking in as much leg view as I would give him. I said nothing. I really wasn’t sure how far I wanted to take this young kid. But, involuntarily, I moved my hand over my skirt to my cock, and idly began to masturbate it through the skirt. He groaned in reaction, trying to stifle it, but I watched him lick his lips in anticipation of whatever he was fantasizing about. I had on thigh-high stockings, black and very sheer. I was made up for fucking that evening, and wanted to be very nasty. So, I began to rub my stockinged legs together, making a swishing sound. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He came over to my side of the train, and sat close by my legs, and without saying a word, began to feel me up, on the inside of my thighs. I pushed his hand away, and closed my legs, but he had found my weak spot. I looked into his eyes, asking him to suck me. It wasn’t much of a word—just, ‘s-s-c-k-k!’ but, he understood. He bent over and pulled my skirt up, viciously grabbed my rock-hard black cock, and began to chew it like he’d done this before!
I took his head, and guided him slowly against my left thigh, rubbing his head against my stockings. I started to hump slowly, letting him feel the heat and hardness of my cock, which was glistening with pre-cum.
Tentatively, I put my cock to his lips. He didn’t open his mouth much at first, but then, curiously, he kissed my cock.
He stroked it, then started to pump it, up and down, then longer and more forcefully, until he was masturbating me wickedly with his fist, pumping my huge black dick furiously, watching the uncut dick head opening, and then disappearing into the foreskin.

And then, well, the train reached the end of the line. and we had to get off. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. As I went through the station’s exit turnstile, I was aware of someone behind me, and I was sure it was, hoped it was, him. Since it was almost 1 a.m. on a Sunday morning, and there were very few passengers, I felt I could entice him to follow me. And I still didn’t know anything about him, indeed, hadn’t said anything to him, other than ‘suck.’
As I went into the parking lot, I began the trannie-TV strut, exaggerating my walk, so that my hips rolled, and that my ass moved up and down, so that my skirt rode higher and higher on my thighs.
The parking lot was deserted, and the lights were bright, so I worked my hips, letting him see the sexual slut in me. Knowing he was there, I turned around, walking backwards. I lifted the front of my skirt, and pulled my cock back out. I shook it at him, and asked, “you want some more of this, white boy?” stroking my cock as I asked.
By then, I was at my car. I unlocked the door, as he stood there, unsure of himself. I turned around, leaning against my car, my dick still in hand. “Come, here, white boy,” I said. “Come get some more of this black she-male bitch. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
He came closer. I was looking directly into his eyes, but needed him on his knees. I pushed him down by the shoulders, and pulled his face into my crotch. I began to fuck his mouth, slowly at first, then more forcefully, using him like a pussy. I fucked his mouth until, I couldn’t hold my juices any longer, erupting into his mouth, and on his face as he pulled away.
I needed more. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, so I pushed him around until he was leaning against the trunk of my car. I undid his jeans and pulled his meat out. I intended to make sure his girlfriend was going to regret leaving this white boy on the train alone. That’s what I thought about at that minute.
I pulled his cock into my mouth. I stroked his dick grotesquely, yanking it up and down, left and right, sniffing it, loving the way it smelled.
My eyes were glazed with desire. I pulled it into my mouth, nipping the bulging head with my lips, and tongued his piss-hole as if I was licking a tight pussy hole.
He looked at me with lust filled eyes. He pulled on the shaft, beating his meat, jacking it off, and sliding his fingers over the lubrication pouring from the cock.
I could smell it, and feel it—I succumbed to the very nastiness of knowing that his seven-inch cock was gonna plunge into my whoring mouth right there in the metro parking lot.
I couldn’t hold out anymore. I licked into him as he stood, sucking lightly. Then I licked him harder, out of my head with desire. He put his hands on my head, and pulled my face onto his wildly swinging white meat.
Soon, I was sucking him wickedly, tasting his cum, just the way he had tasted mine. And he fucked my mouth just the same way I had fucked his mouth before! I gagged on his throbbing cock! I had saliva and pre-cum running out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. It felt so extreme, there on my knees, my skirt up around my wide open pussy/ass, as I choked on a delicious white cock! I wanted to swallow it completely!
I stood, rubbing my thighs against his as I did so. My mouth was hot, the taste of his juices still warm and nasty. I needed more. I wanted use this white boy, to fuck him right there in the Metro parking lot! I pushed my cock against his, rubbing against him, with my skirt high on my thighs. I turned him around, facing the side of my car, and dry-humped against his butt-cheeks, unbuckling his pants at the same time. When he felt my black cock rubbing against his bare-ass cheeks, he was hesitant. I moved my hands around his hips, and began stroking his cock again until I felt it respond with his need. I knew then that I had him.
Continuing to hand-stroke his cock, I leaned against the car behind me, to get a better angle into his asscheeks with my own rigid meat. He didn’t want to break the contact, and bent at the waist to keep me hard against him.
“You want this black TV cock, baby? You wanna feel it sliding deep into your ass, don’t you?”
He only mumbled, something incoherent, but it let me know he was as hot as I was to couple, and would receive me as far as I wanted to go. I made him pull his asscheeks apart, and felt the heat of his hole on my cock. I pushed lightly, not wanting his first anal experience to be painful. I held myself against his hole, letting him adjust to the feeling. He began to work his ass, slowly against my cock, until I could feel his muscles begin to relax. Then I began to work against his rhythm, in, out, around, in, out, around, until we were fuck dancing each other, grinding cock to ass, and my black beauty slid effortlessly into his ass.
I straightened up behind him, holding him close while I fucked his beautiful white ass, deeply, then withdrawing to the entrance, and again working my thighs against the back of his, letting my cock sodomize his rectum again, and again…
I began whispering to him, “you like this black meat, you need to feel my cum in your pussy/ass, don’t you?”
“Yes-s-s” he responded, pushing his butt ever harder against me. “Fuck this white ass—Fuck the shit outta me!!”
And I did. Finally, not wanting to prolong the late night public fucking out of fear of being caught, I emptied my nuts a second time, this time deep into a tight, hot ass that was begging to be fucked. I withdrew, some cum dripping down from my still hard cock.
Reality took hold, and we began to fear the next train coming into the station, or the Metro cops showing up. I said I had to go, but as I straightened up and smoothed my skirt halfway down my thighs again, I asked why he had succumbed to having sex with a she-male. He admitted that he hadn’t really known I was a TV, until I asked him to suck me on the train. He hadn’t seen my cock showing with the black guy. When he realized I had a cock, it was too late to stop himself.

Timmy’s stomach fluttered with nervous excitement as he stepped off of the plane. He’d been waiting for this moment for years, and his first view of the island didn’t disappoint him at all. It wasn’t the lovely greenery or the brilliant sunset that left him in awe, although those delights did register dimly on his senses. The sight that had him so captivated was the crowd that milled around the open square.
There were women there, hundreds of women. Timmy was sure he had never seen so many women in one place before in his life. They hardly seemed to notice his presence as they walked gracefully by, chatting and laughing, but Timmy couldn’t help but stare as he tried to take in the rounded arms, the smooth legs, the curves of breasts and hips…
He looked so out of place standing there, mesmerized, that it didn’t take long for Angela to find him. “Timmy!” she called, to get his attention. “Come with me, and let’s get you cleaned up. You have a long night ahead of you.”
* * *
Angela led Timmy to the shower room, where two other women were waiting for them. They had already started one of the showers when Timmy arrived. “Strip,” the shorter one ordered him, not wasting any more time. Timmy took a deep breath and peeled himself out of his clothes. Before he had a chance to react to the situation, his arms were above his head as one woman lathered his armpits and the other began shaving his face until it was as smooth as her own. Angela massaged a shampoo into his hair with a scent that reminded him of flowers. She moved on to conditioner as the taller of the two unfamiliar women began meticulously removing all the hair from around his scrotum. As her hands danced just inches from his penis, Timmy felt a tingling energy build up in the area she was so carefully shaving. He was starting to get noticeably hard.
He was distracted by a hard pinch on his ass. He looked up directly into the shorter woman’s eyes.
“Are you going to let her finish, or are we going to have to send you back home?” she asked him sternly. The thought of having to go back after everything he’d been through to get here was so miserable that his erection died immediately. “I’m going to let her finish,” he told the woman.
* * *
Once they had shaved, scrubbed and rinsed him to their satisfaction, the women patted him dry and directed him to sit on a low bench that ran against one side of the wall. The tall woman began to spread a section of one leg with a thick, sticky, honey-colored glue. Angela handed her a strip of cloth, and she pressed it down. Timmy wasn’t at all prepared for the stinging pain of having it ripped off, along with any nearby hair. He gritted his teeth as the process was repeated, but after the fourth or fifth strip, he couldn’t help but whimper a little as each successive patch was stripped smooth. When the pain finally stopped, he found himself trembling a little as Angela wiped his legs clean of wax with a warm washcloth. She smoothed a cooling lotion over his sore skin and gave him a knowing smile. She looked over at the shorter woman and nodded.
The woman led Timmy out of the showers and up the stairs, leaving Angela and the tall woman behind. As they walked, they passed several others, and Timmy was even more conscious of his nakedness now that he had no hair to hide himself from view. By the time the two of them reached their destination, he was very obviously blushing.
“Sit there,” she pointed, ignoring the redness of his face. He sat and stared around the room. It was filled with piles and racks of clothing, all sizes, all styles, all of it obviously women’s. As he wondered which of it he would get to wear, the woman returned with a pair of knee-high stockings and a garter belt.
The stockings, he saw as she pulled them over his toes, were lacy and black. Timmy stood up at her prompting and she finished fastening them to the garter belt. She left him for another few seconds to fetch an artfully padded bra, which she deftly hooked around his chest. The bra gave him enough of a suggestion of breasts for the camisole she pulled on over his head to drape as it would on a woman. Around his waist went a flared red skirt, short enough for there to be quite a bit of space between its hem and the tops of his stockings. The woman had Timmy sit down again as she strapped a pair of matching strappy high heels to his stockinged feet.
He managed to stay upright when she pulled him to his feet, though he did wobble a little. As he struggled to establish his balance, he caught sight of his reflection in a full-mirror that stood against the wall to his left. At first, he almost thought he was looking at a girl. His cock began to rise under the skirt as he looked at himself, made over into a woman.
* * *
As the woman practically dragged Timmy back downstairs, keeping a firm grip on his arm as he tripped and stumbled over the high heels, the two of them passed by the same strangers Timmy had noticed before. Now, instead of just embarrassment, Timmy felt a surge of arousal at the sight of their eyes following the false curve of his breasts, peeking under his skirt, and mocking his inability to walk steadily in his feminine shoes. It was humiliating to know that so many people were seeing him dressed as a girl, but at the same time, it was making him incredibly horny.
Any softness that might have been left in his cock disappeared when he saw Angela again. Dressed now in a little black dress that hugged her small, firm breasts and tight ass, she reclined on a couch in a candlelit room. “Come here to me, Timmy,” she said in a soft, low voice. The other woman stepped out of the room, letting the door click shut behind her. Timmy could have sworn that the room had the same floral aroma as the shampoo Angela had used to wash his hair. As he walked over to kneel down in front of her, he imagined Angela rubbing the lather into his hair… over his shoulders… across his chest, over his ass… he called up the memory of a woman’s hands shaving his pubic hair, only this time, the hands were Angela’s, and they weren’t holding a razor. They were holding him, and caressing him, and…
“Timmy, you make a lovely girl.” He looked up at her, startled. “I need my pussy licked, Timmy-girl,” she said distractedly. “Go ahead and lick my pussy for me.”
She spread her legs for him and he got his first glimpse of that lovely, pink flesh. She shifted on the couch with sighs of pleasure as he began to lick and tease at her clit. Timmy breathed in the heat and wetness of her pussy, and his cock stiffened, brushing his skirt with precum. He had to keep himself under control. He could tell from Angela’s moans as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue that she *needed* him to keep going. He couldn’t let her down. She was writhing now, and Timmy had to hold on to her hips to keep his head positioned squarely between them. He probed her vagina with his tongue. “Oh, God.” Her moans were louder now. Timmy’s hands caressed her as he continued to lick and suck at her pussy, especially her sensitive clit. Before he realized what was happening, he was tasting sweet wetness as her body shook with orgasm.
As Angela’s breathing slowed, Timmy returned to his respectful position, kneeling just to one side of the couch. Angela pushed an errant strand of hair back from her flushed and shining face, and smoothed the front of her dress as she sat up. “Thank you, Timmy-girl.” She leaned forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. “I’ll see you again tomorrow, okay?”
Timmy was happier than he had ever been as he settled in to his new pink-and-cream room, and he knew that every day could only get better.

We’d been living out in the country for a while when our new next-door neighbors moved in. It was a mother and two daughters- one about 18, and the other about 20, all redheaded, and all gorgeous. You’d met them a few times before I did- helped them move some things in, and then come home and been VERY attentive to me afterwards, so I knew that they were at least interesting. Finally I had the time to go and take them a welcome basket, so I started out one morning after I’d gotten you off to work.

I knocked at the front door, and when there was no answer went around to the back yard. They had a similar back yard to ours- lots of trees for privacy, and shady nooks all over the place to curl up and read a book in. As I rounded the corner of the house I saw movement, and just as I began to say hello I noticed that it was the two girls in the hammock. They were lying beside each other, oblivious to my presence. The older girl was holding the younger girl’s face in her hand and kissing her, while the younger girl had her hands in her sister’s shorts and was obviously very busily stroking her. I couldn’t help it- I just stood there and watched- half shocked, half horrified, and very, very turned on. I watched as the older one lifted her sister’s shirt and bent her head to her sister’s small breasts, fastening her mouth on to a nipple and sucking. I could almost feel the tiny little nipple under my own tongue, and putting my basket down, I leaned back against the tree and watched from within its overhanging branches as I slipped my hand into my shorts.
The younger girl finally managed to get her sister’s shorts off, and as I gently rubbed my clit I could see her plump young pussy appear- even from 10 feet away I could see the glistening of her juices. I watched as she inserted a finger into her sister’s ass while rubbing her clit with her thumb, and watched the other girl’s hips raise as the hammock swayed. However long they’d been doing this, they’d certainly figured out what each other liked- the older girl was moaning and gasping as the younger one silently fucked her with her small hand.
I couldn’t help myself- I slid my shorts down to my hips, and wet two fingers with my now gushing wetness, and then slid them into my ass as I continued fingering my clit. Of course I came almost immediately, and then again and again as I watched the two sweet girls in front of me. After I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned up against the tree, and was standing there trying to catch my breath when I felt a soft hand touch my cheek from behind me. I turned around in shock, to see a woman who could only be the mother of the two girls in the hammock, who she was watching with an indulgent look.
“You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself,” she said with a smile.
“Um, yes.” I replied- I’ve certainly never figured out the etiquette for situations like that, and I had no idea what to say. But since she didn’t seem angry I thought I’d just go along with her lead, and since her shining red hair was hanging half way down her nicely firm ass I thought that I’d just stand and watch her for a while.
“I’m the neighbor, Susan,” I said, a bit unnecessarily, and without thinking, held out my hand to shake hers. She looked at me and smiled for a minute, and then brought my hand to her mouth and started sucking on my long fingers, still slick and wet from my pussy. I gasped, and jumped a bit, and she looked at me with a smile in her eyes.
“You taste good,” she said. “I’ve found that watching them does that to me too. They’ve been at it since just after their father left last year, and I really don’t have the heart to tell them to stop. With just moving and not knowing anyone and me gone so often during the day, they’re really all that each other has.”
I nodded a bit stupidly- I had no idea what to say to this woman who accepted incest so seemingly casually, even though I couldn’t disagree with her reasoning. And I was a bit distracted by the long tongue that she continued to run up and down my fingertips, looking at me with an invitation in her eyes.
No one says that I’m stupid (most of the time), so I finally moved forward and took her head in my hands. Positioning myself so that I could still see the two young girls, I began to seriously kiss her. This woman could definitely kiss- the softness of her mouth against mine, and her lazy way of running her tongue around mine was making me even wetter than I had been. I watched the two young girls move into a 69- not exactly gracefully because there’s no way to do that in a hammock, but still deeply engrossed in each other. As I kissed their mother I watched as their tongues flicked out, seemingly in unison, and buried themselves in each other’s pussies. The younger girl came almost right away, giving a series of little groans and lifting her head off of her sister’s clit as I watched her shake.
Moving her mother’s hand down to my pussy, I felt her begin to stroke me through my shorts as I pulled her t-shirt away from her heavy breasts, lifted them up to my mouth, and began gently biting on the nipples as she fingered me. The warm flesh in my mouth, and her slightly colder hand now inching its way under my shorts drove me crazy- I came again as soon as she touched my clit, and as I sucked on her long nipples I knew that she wasn’t far off either. I took her free hand and gave her one of her own breasts, and as I sucked and nibbled on one, she looked into my eyes and sucked on the other as I shuddered again beneath her. I reached down and slid my hand into her shorts, going straight for her pussy as I drove a finger inside of her and pressed the palm of my hand against her clit. Keeping up a steady pressure I almost threw her off balance until she ended up leaning against the tree, still with her own breast in her mouth. I pulled on her nipple with one hand while I fucked her against the tree with the other, determined that she would cum for me as many times as she could. I don’t know how long we were there- it only felt like minutes even though it must have been longer, but finally she collapsed against me and said “enough, please.”
I kissed her and stepped away while we rearranged our clothes, and turned to find the two young girls sitting up in the hammock watching us, now fully clothed and obviously sated. The older girl smiled sleepily at her mom “Hey mom, I didn’t know you were going to be home so early.”
“That’s okay dear- I’m just meeting the neighbor,” she said quite naturally. I stammered and blushed a bit as I was introduced to the two girls, handed over my basket, and after giving the mother a quick kiss after inviting her over for coffee next week, I went home to tell you all about it.

I travel frequently, staying in hotel after hotel. I was going to be in the area of one of my closest friends, so I called him up to see if I could stay with him for three or four nights. He was more than happy to have the company. Joe and I have known each other for more than fifteen years, we are both 38, average height and weight, beginning to get a little pudgy. We both have brown hair, and brown eyes. I am slightly taller than he is and he is slightly heavier than I am. And though we have shared hotel rooms at conferences, we work for the same company though in different capacities, I have seen him in various states of undress, and even though I have had several bi experiences, there has never been anything the least bit sexual between us.
After I arrived, we went out to eat and had a few drinks, we then returned to his house and decided to shoot a few games of pool. I went to the guest room and changed into my boxers and a t-shirt, the usual attire for hotel rooms when you have a roommate, and went to met up with Joe in the basement. He was not down there yet, so I racked up the balls and begin to take a few practice shots. When he came down, he too had changed into a t-shirt, however his choice of underwear was tighty-whities. Of course, this caused a great deal of teasing, which he took well.
After several games, and several more beers, the basement was beginning to get a little warm. We both we sweating slightly and not playing pool well at all. He said that the vents that supplied the AC to the basement had been damaged during some remodeling, so he went to get a fan from his garage. While he was gone, I removed my shirt and was racking the balls up in just my boxers when he came back down.
He was sweating much heavier; apparently it was very hot in the garage. His tighty-whities were clinging to his butt cheeks, and his cock was clearly outlined, as was his dark patch of pubic hair.
“I see you’ve gotten more comfortable,” he said, bending over to plug in the fan.
Of course, his bending over made his underwear cling even tighter, as well as slide towards his crack. “Well, if I was in a hotel room, I’d be butt naked by now!” I replied, taking a wobbly shot at the three ball.
He stood up and adjusted the fan to that it faced the pool table, his back towards me, “I told you, you can make yourself comfortable, my house is your house.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a hint or if it was a joke. So I quickly replied, “Ah, I hate being naked by myself.”
He was walking back towards the table, picking up his pool stick, smiling he said, “Well, we might look pretty funny playing pool naked, what would people say!”
I smiled back and asked, “What people? There’s nobody around here and I don’t think either of us would tell.”
He handed me another beer from the fridge and leaned over to take his shot. As he stood back up, I could tell that the heat, the alcohol and the hinting at getting naked was having a slight affect on him, his cock was swollen a bit, stretching the clinging underwear. That was when I realized that my own cock was beginning to swell slightly too. My silk boxers would hide me for the time being, but I needed to change my thoughts to something else, or I would soon be tenting.
Now, I don’t have a huge cock, it is just over seven and one-half inches long and about two and one-half inches wide. I keep my crotch and ass completely smooth and I have a great tan, with no tan lines.
Joe appeared to have a slightly smaller cock, of course it was hard to tell without him being fully erect, and he had a medium patch of dark hair just above his cock. He has no tan whatsoever, so his white briefs blending in with his white skin. I also notice he had very body hair, his legs were almost hairless except for strands on his thighs.
After a few more shots, I decided to broche the subject again. “I see you decided not to get naked,” I said, leaning over to take a shot at the seven ball.
“Well, you didn’t get naked, now did ya?” He quipped back.
“Oh, I didn’t realize I had to go first,” I said, then I laid my pool stick on the table and slid my boxers over my hips, then let them fall to the floor, where I gently stepped out of them, then tossed them on the couch.
There was no hiding my excitement now, my cock was three quarters hard and growing. I smiled and said, “Your turn, and I don’t mean to shoot.”
I then turned back and took my next shot, my hardening cock bouncing against the pool table. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw him staring at my butt, but he didn’t make a move to finish undressing.
I missed my shot and stepped away, “Your turn, for both now!” I said, as he just stood there watching me. He blinked several times, then slid his underwear off and tossed them next to mine. His cock was fully erect, and appeared to be about the same size, maybe just a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine. He then walked over and took his next shot.
He had to lean way over the table, and I got a great view of his bubble butt. It appeared to also be hairless, or at the least had very soft, pale hairs. As he stretched, lifting one leg, I could see his tight pink butt hole. Of course, he missed and then I finished up the game sinking the eight and nine balls.
We sat on the couch and drank another beer, both of use casually checking out the other. After about fifteen minutes of being naked together, I decided to make a move.
“Let’s play another game of nine-ball, only with a twist this time,” I suggested.
He grinned and replied, “What did you have in mind?”
I cleared my throat and explained, “Well, the loser has to suck off the winner.”
If it were possible for him to have gotten any whiter in the face, he would have! He took a big drink of beer then asked, “Are you serious?”
“Sure,” I started, “Look, we are both horny as hell, we’re naked, we’ve both had blow jobs before, and I’m sure we’ve both messed with guys before, or at least I know I have.”
“Really? When? What did you do?” he asked, with a continued look of shock on his face.
“In high school and college, and even a few times since then, you know just experimenting with friends, roommates, shit like that.” I was now concerned I’d gone too far. “Didn’t you?” I asked.
He took another swig of his beer then said, “Yea, a couple of times in college, but that was a very long time ago and we really only took turns jerking each other off.”
“I see, so think of this as a chance to try something new,” I said, walking over to the table and racking up the nine balls.
“You really want to play for a blow job? All the way to cumming in the mouth and everything?” He asked, moving from the couch to the pool table.
I smiled; I had him now, “Sure. I mean, I guess if the loser doesn’t want to swallow, he can take the load on the face. That okay?”
“Sure, I mean, I guess,” he seemed embarrassed, but his cock wasn’t. It actually seemed harder now than before, and mine was at full staff too, and beginning to leak a little precum. When I noticed this, I squeezed my cock, forcing more of the clear liquid to the tip and then with my finger, I wiped it off and licked my finger clean.
He just stared at me for a second then asked, “Do you like that?”
I looked puzzled, “What? Licking my precum?”
He just nodded.
“Sure I do, don’t you ever try yours?”
He shook his head no, so I squeezed my cock again, putting another big drop onto my finger, and then I walked over to him and held it up to his lips.
“What? You want me to lick that off your finger?” he asked.
I nodded, “come on, it won’t hurt you I promise.” I then put my finger on his lips. He opened his mouth and licked the precum off of my finger.
“See, not bad at all,” I said, and then prepared to break.
“No, actually it’s pretty good,” he then squeezed his own cock producing even more than I had, then he wiped it up with two fingers and licked his fingers clean. “Yep, pretty good stuff.”
We then started the game. Since we were both more than half drunk and extremely horny, we neither one played well. Finally, we were down to the last two balls when Joe, sunk the eight and had a pretty fair shot at the nine. I was prepared to get on my knees and suck him off, when he scratched!
I smiled, got the cue ball and placed it in perfect position to sink the nine, then I looked at him and said, “Well, I guess this means you get to decide whether or not you’ll swallow or take it in the face.”
He looked terrified, and only replied, “Yea, looks like it.”
Just as I started to shoot, I stopped and said, “Tell you what; I’ll make you a deal.”
“Double or nothing?” he said, smiling, his hand lightly stroking his cock.
“No, afraid not, but, how about we call it even and we give each other a blow job, you know, get in the good ole sixty nine position and just do each other.” I said, laying my stick on the table and stroking my cock with the other hand.
“You serious?” He asked, “Cause, you are obviously going to win the game.”
I nodded, “Yea, I’m serious, besides, we can always play again tomorrow, after work, then I could kick your ass and not be half wasted.”