August 15, 2011

A Guest Post by SHAWN

As anyone over a certain age can tell you, eventually your birthdays tend to run together. But, a few years back I had a birthday I’ll NEVER forget.

It started out unremarkably enough. I was alone that year; my girlfriend and I had recently broken up. So there I was. A birthday boy, heartbroken and involuntarily celibate (read as horny as hell) on my big day.

To avoid feeling sorry for myself I decided to go on ICQ (I’m dating myself, I know), and quickly made a new friend – we’ll call her Elise. We flirted and as luck would have it, on that particular evening, we were both horny as hell…as was her man. What’s more, Elise and her man were both looking for…

C-O-C-K.

Apparently, hubby had had a fetish for sucking a man’s penis for some time. As a result the single proviso to my playing with the two of them that evening was:

Allowing Elise the pleasure of watching two men suck each other off.

I have always been open to experimenting, so I agreed – even though I was scared. Sure as shi’ite – who knew what I would walk into? But as far as I was concerned, scared and fucking beat broken-hearted and alone on my birthday. So, after Elise gave me directions and told me to look for a house with a light on, off I went.

When I found their house, ALL the lights were on. Guess they were really excited to have me. My hands shaking, I rang the bell. A goddess came down the stairs. Tall, clad only in a black corset and stockings, moving like the wind. Gentle and soft. Elise opened the door and beckoned me in. She greeted me with a warm hug and kiss, which (combined with the lingerie she was wearing) calmed my nerves immensely.

Elise led me to the kitchen were we shared tongues, fingers and a stiff drink – which didn’t hurt the nerves, either. After finishing our drinks, we climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Once again, I felt jumpy. Was I about to get pounced upon by thugs or shot by a jealous husband? I didn’t know, but with Elise’s beautiful bare behind swaying in front of me as we climbed the stairs, I wasn’t about to turn tail and run.

When we entered the bedroom, all my fears melted away. Candles and soft music. Hubby seated in a chair…waiting. He greeted me by name and introduced himself as Stu. I took the chair opposite his, and Elise lay down on the bed, watching us men. We all talked for a bit. Stu seemed as nervous as I was. I had been with a man once before, and since it was an experience I was willing to repeat, I decided to take charge. I grabbed Stu’s hand and lead him to the centre of the room.  With some trepidation I drew apart his robe and found his stiff manhood. His legs shuddered as I felt him.

A Quick Aside: For those of you who are wondering, I don’t consider myself gay or bisexual. I’m currently with a wonderful woman whom I love, and I have always had relationships with women. On occasion, in the past, I’ve experimented a little. This doesn’t make me gay; just as the LUGs [Lesbians Until Graduation] who experiment aren’t all lesbians. They can do it, I did it. Get over it.

Now, where was I?

Oh yes, I was holding Stu’s cock. If you’ve never touched a man it’s hard to describe. The male organ is almost a contradiction in terms. Yes it’s hard, but also soft to the touch. It moves, pulses and has a warmth all its own. And it’s nothing like touching your own. I knelt down and took him in my mouth, my tongue slowly exploring his freshly washed member. He was fleshy, hard, and ever so yielding.

As the alcohol and desire started to kick in, I began to suck harder and a few moments later I felt him swelling in my mouth. I caught the first part of his load in my mouth, the rest shooting onto my chest as I finished him off.

Minutes later he was eagerly kneeling before me. Even though I had experimented with men before it still felt strange to have a man pull down my jeans, fumble around in my boxers and then grasp me with his large hand. Based on the way he took me into his mouth, I am sure I was his first offering. Still, it felt nice. Even though he wasn’t skilled, he was gentle.

By the time Stu finished taking his turn with me, Elise was lying naked on the bed. And from the look in her eye I knew she wanted me. When I heard Stu say,

“Go ahead, enjoy her.”

What great birthday memories are made of.

My nerves came rushing back. I felt unsure. Here was a man offering up his wife, to me. A stranger. But when he handed me a condom, I dutifully put it on and got on the bed, positioning myself between Elise’s long legs. Due to my nerves half staff is about all I had, so I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to perform. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my semi-hard rod. Stu grabbed me, tugging on my cock as it stiffened in his hand and then pushed me toward his wife.

That was all the encouragement I needed. The steel back in my cock, I entered Elise with full permission. She wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me into her. It was hot and wet and… oh so forbidden.

I remember stopping and looking down at her, her dark hair covering most of her face. She was enraptured. That’s all a man needs to keep loving a woman. To see that look: the one that lets you know she’s not aware of where she is. That she’s so engrossed by pleasure she’s gives herself to it.

When I looked over at Stu to gage his reaction, it was clear he wanted a turn, so I moved aside and gave it to him. For the rest of the night he and I traded off again and again; thrusting ourselves into her writhing body, endlessly.

I finally left as the sun was coming up, Elise as spent as a woman can be, cradled in her husband’s arms. I kissed her softly on her cheek as she slumbered and bid Stu adieu.

Back in my car, “Free Bird” was on the radio. I was tired, happy.

My birthday had been damn good, after all.

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