We had met in the first year of Uni and by the end of the course we were married. It had seemed like love at first sight, and it had been five wonderfully happy years since our wedding.
This week had worried me. Anna had not felt like coming out on our usual daily run. I wondered if she was not feeling well and was keeping it to herself. As it happened on the Friday on getting back from work she surprised me with a candle lit dinner and a bottle of Champagne. Anna was four weeks pregnant and was overjoyed. We had both hoped for this and now our wishes had been fulfilled.
It was not an easy pregnancy for Anna and the first four months had been awful. She was sick for most of the time and the doctor’s advice was for her to take things easy and to be careful. Active living was put on hold, and I missed her company in my daily jog. Even worse her bouts of feeling sick had not been conducive to sex, and it has been months since we made love. This made me very unsettled and it was having the effect of making her even more irritable. I tried my best to make her comfortable, but she could not bear me fussing around her all the time when I was home.
It was her suggestion that I should enrol in evening classes and learn to speak Italian. This had long been on my todo list but I had never had the time to do so. She had already enquired about the classes, and was able to tell me that the local college had a Thursday evening beginners class. She insisted that this would be good for both of us and refused to listen to any of my excuses. It was not difficult to appreciate that she needed more time to herself.
Thursday evening I joined the class and it now did not seem a bad idea that I should embrace some interests of my own. I felt very comfortable with the group. A very mixd group of people as you would expect, differing in age, gender and background. They were all very friendly and talkative. The need to practice our Italian did not inhibit the conversation and the range of discussions was wide.
Three weeks on the class was going strong and so was my Italian. That week it must have been about half an hour after the start of the lesson, when a rather smart looking gentleman in his late forties arrived. Apologising to all for his late arrival he explained to the teacher that his plane from Singapore had been delayed, but he had not wanted to miss any more lessons, and he hoped that we would forgive his unwelcome interruption.
He was obviously a man who cared a greatly about his appearance. I could not fail to notice that his clothes could best be described as designer wear. He appeared to be very well educated and had all the social skills of somebody who was well used to moving amongst high society. I do not respond well to such brash confidence and assurance in people. Perhaps more to do with my shyness and my own lack of confidence.
As the teacher invited him to join the class he looked around to see where he could sit. Seeing the empty place beside me he headed straight for it. I was embarrassed and not at all pleased by his choice. This was a new situation for me and I found it impossible to justify what had just happened. I was totally overcome by shyness, and I felt very insecure and worried. Somebody was invading my space and it was a situation that I had always taken steps to avoid.
I was never good in the ‘comfort of strangers’.
It did not take long before this man was involving me in his conversation. I say his because he took full control.
I soon learnt that he was a very successful civil engineer that had interests in many countries abroad. He was the sole owner of a a consultancy agency that had branches in Europe, the Americas, the Middle East and Australasia, and was just about to expand in China. He was not shy in telling me how well it was doing and how he was able to indulge in a lifestyle which suited him. He was unapologetic about the money he was making, and how it enabled him to enjoy a life which most other people would envy. He worked hard and earned every penny he had. He showed little sympathy for those who were not able to achieve what they wanted and was critical of the general laziness in the world.
I was glad when the lesson ended. I do not believe that I could have put up with much more of his self aggrandisement and his rather dissmissive attitude to those who could not pretend to be as successful as he was.
At the end of the lesson he thanked me for my company and a most interesting evening and hoped that we would meet again the following week.
when I got home Anna was in no mood for talking and told me that she was going to bed. She had not been sleeping well in the months since the baby was born, and had moved into the spare bedroom in the hope that this would help her.
The next morning Anna was not up before I went to work.
When I got home from work Anna was busy with the baby and I did not get the opportunity to tell Anna about this awful man that had joined the class. Perhaps I should not have been so obsessed as I imagine that this was low in her list of priorities. I really do not know why I needed to talk about him but something was worrying me and I could not work out what it was.
Over the next four weeks my opinion changed. I was able to learn that the mans name was Jeff. He was an impressive conversationalist, both entertaining and interesting. Never shy to talk on any subject, he had me totally captivated by his knowledge and his many exploits around the world. He impressed on me his philosophy that I should never allow others to inhibit my freedom with their own opinions and beliefs. I should make my own mind up as to what I wanted to do and just go ahead and do it. If others did not like it that was their problem and I should strife to please myself.
He wanted to know about me and my family. I found relief talking to him about the problems I was having at work and at home. He got me to open up about the difficulties I was experiencing with Anna and how impossible it was for me to do anything about it. I felt that the relationship was breaking up but had no solution to stop it. I knew that the weeks after the birth had been very stressful but it was now over nine months and it was getting no better. In fact it seemed to be getting worse. We hardly talked and when we did it would develop into an argument. I could do nothing right and it seemed that everything I tried to do to improve things ended in disappointment.
We were not sleeping together and Anna appeared to be off sex completely. Oddly enough this seemed to be the least of my problems. Her lack of interest meant that I was free to look for my excitement on the internet. I had become addicted to online porn and I was finding that more of my time was being spent on online chat rooms. I would look forward to my time trolling the chatrooms. I hardly ever got to sleep before 2 or 3 in the morning. At first it was virtual sex with bored housewives but these lacked excitement. It was then that I started joining in on male chatrooms. These scared me but the sexual excitement I felt was overbearing. Perhaps I was being too open with my circumstances, but when men found out more about me I was being invited for private chats. They had little trouble in getting me worked up. It would not be long before I was naked and coming off all over myself.
It worried me. This was a completely new experience for me and although I had never been homophobic I had never imagined that I could be anything but heterosexual. The idea of being homosexual frightened me. The more I thought about it I could see nothing but insurmountable problems. I had nobody I could talk to about it. My family and friends would be shocked and this could destroy much of the life I had built around myself. I could not stop myself. Each night I waited for Anna to go to bed and I would be at my computer looking for what were the most exciting experiences I had ever had.
I worked through all the tests, Kinsey, Klein and others, in the internet, trying to get an idea of the reality of my situation. These were clear in their conclusions I could no longer pretend to be anything but homosexual. It continued to terrify me and I avoided talking to anybody about it. I had to avoid situations that would compromise me I could not take the risk.
One early morning I got into a conversation with a man that was working as a night porter in a local hotel. He was keen to take me further than what the virtual experience could provide. There was very few people staying in the hotel that night and he had plenty of empty rooms at his disposal. He wanted me to go and join him and he felt sure I would not be disappointed. I was going through all kinds of emotions. My wife was in bed next door, and I was worried that she would notice that I had gone out. How could I explain my absence. I was frightened about meeting a total stranger. I had avoided being alone with anybody for fear of what could happen. My feelings were telling me to ignore all concerns and go. I had no idea as to what to expect and what he needed from me. The truth was that I was a coward and made an excuse that I could not go. He called me a time waster and left me alone in the private chat room. I was distraught and for the first time I realised how pathetic I must have seemed to that man.
There are not many nights that I do not regret what could have been. I shall never know. In denial of my feelings I continue to avoid any friendship which would stretch my life beyond the warped and cosy safety of what is my family circle. I have not given up on the internet and I now know that my attraction to men is much greater than anything experienced before. I continue to get such pleasure and excitement watching gay pornographic videos in the TV in my front room while my wife sleeps upstairs. They never fail to get me hard and I find different ways in relieving my sexual tension.
In my privacy I would undress in front of the mirror and dream of possibilities. I started to really look at other men and question what it was about them which I found most exciting. As time passed I became more desperate. I would have many a sleepless nights having dreams of being made love to by other men. I would wake up disappointed that It had all been a cruel dream and was seldom able to get back to sleep. I would take my stiff member in my hand and fantasise over men I knew in order to relieve myself, and this helped, but the desperate need for men continued to grow.
I had never had such open conversations with anybody before. I very quickly started to question my own ideas and feelings. The stories of his sexual exploits aroused strong urges in me which I found impossible to control. He did not hide the fact that he was bisexual and he seemed to enjoy the effects that these stories were having on me. I had no experience of physical sex amongst males and was totally naive to the possibilities.
Jeff would listen patiently to my worries and was always very supportive. He was careful not to push me in any direction knowing how fragile I was. He bided his time never ever taking advantage of my weakness. I suppose he worried that any approach could trigger a wrong reaction and I would leave the course. He must have known that the idea scared me and I was not ready for it.
I developed the strongest of urges to come out, and I became more blasé about leaving my gay books and magazines lying around the house. I no longer worried that Anna would find them, I rather hoped that she would. When she asked I just told her that I was interested in finding out more. I think that she thought it was a a fad I was going through and it would eventually die away. She was pretty sure of my dependancy and felt quite safe it would come to nothing. On occasions when we quarrelled she would taunt me and suggest that I get myself a boyfriend that would make me happy.
As time progressed my relationship with Jeff grew. He had become a good friend but not once did I suspect that it was anything more than that. Had it been I would have left. Despite everything I was not ready for a relationship.
He was what I would describe as a touchy feely person and on one occasion he placed his hand on my thigh. This went through my body like a bolt of lightening. I had never experienced such pleasure at a mere touch, neither had one caused such an erection. Jeff saw immediately my reaction and apologised. Without thinking I responded that it had been alright. He must have thought me as naive and I was shamed by my embarrassment. He avoided touching me after that.
I did worry that I might have been too open with him. The intimate details of my life were laid open for all kinds of abuse and control. Although a friend he was as yet a stranger. All I knew of him was what he told me and that was more to do with his experiences and less about who he was. He knew everything about me, Anna and the family. He knew where I lived and worked. He even had addresses of other friends and family. My parents and Anna’s parents and more.
I could not help myself. I traded my intimate and private information for more of his stories. These excited me and dragged me further into his world. Had I grown to love this man? No I don’t think so there was still elements of his character which I found aberrant and appalling but he had the strongest of sexual pull on me which I was unable to resist.
He used his money to seduce young men who were unable to resist the lure of the cash he offered. These were not rent boys but innocent young males that he came across in his travels and he had to have and leave. By his own admission he loved to seduce married men with families and craved the thrill of the chase and hunt they gave him. He was a predator.
Perhaps I was punishing myself and trying to assuage my guilt by allowing such an awful person to take control of my life. He offered me all that I craved and longed for.
It was in this context that as the weeks went on I longed for those wonderful Thursday evenings when Jeff would feed my addiction with more of his stories, and I increasingly crave for him to touch me.
In the class we had caused quite a stir. I got the strong impression that the rest of the class saw us as a couple and I noticed how people would react when they saw us together. I would come in on conversations only to discover that everyone suddenly fell silent. Comments were made during the lessons which seem to confirm their thoughts that this was a relationship which went beyond mere friendship. At first I was concerned to dissuade them from this idea but as time went on I became more risqué and rather enjoyed the impression. The truth was that at no time during this period had Jeff done anything which would have led me to believe that he was interested in anything more than friendship.
On the Tuesday of the fifth week of the start of term, Anna and I were spending a quiet evening together at home. She had already changed into her nightwear and was wearing a morning gown when there was a knock on the door. To my surprise Jeff was standing there with two bottles of the best Bordeaux and one of Champagne. I was lost for words but he took the initiative and walked into the front room. I had little option but to follow. He introduced himself to Anna by saying that having heard so much about her he was dying to meet her. He blamed me for having been very remiss in not inviting him before but he was determined to make it right. Asking where we keep our glasses he made his way unaccompanied to the kitchen returning minutes later with three glasses. I could see Anna was not pleased. She was determined not to like him and rather rudely told him that she was very tired and as he could see ready for bed.
Jeff apologised profusely saying that he had no intention of overstaying his welcome but he would be very grateful if she allowed him the courtesy of celebrating her now year old pregnancy with a glass of Champagne. Quite taken aback Anna invited him to sit down for a little while. As we spoke I got the impression that she had mellowed and was impressed by his generosity, polite manners and education. It did not take long for Jeff to take command of the situation. Complementing Anna on our beautiful flat he invited himself to have a closer look. I could not believe his audacity as he went off to investigate the rest of the rooms in the flat including our two bedrooms.
True to his word he stayed no more than twenty minutes and thanking Anna for her hospitality took both her hands and kissed her on the lips. As I walked out behind him I could see that she was not pleased. At the door jeff turned towards me and apologised if he had caused me any problems. He was looking straight into my eyes and must have been about eight inches from my face. Seeming hypnotised it struck me that I had never ever been this close to a man since I was a child in my dad’s arms. As he got closer I felt sure that he was going to kiss me on the lips to. I could feel a warm glow going through my body and I had the most uncontrollable urge to kiss him back. I pushed myself closer closing my eyes as I did so. It hurt when he suddenly moved his face to the side of my mouth and kissed me on the cheek. For the first time I got the very strong impression that the was playing with me.
Saying that he would see me on Thursday, he turned, opened my front door, and was gone before I could say anything.
I thought Thursday would never come. Having another quarrel with Anna following his departure did not help.
I had determined that I would tell Jeff about the feelings that he had raised in me and what I had done over the last weeks in trying to get answers to what was happening to me. I left nothing out. I described my dreams in detail. I told him about my lack of sleep unable to settle down. I explained the pain of my frustration and my inability to control what was happening to me. I spoke about my unresolved desires and hope that I might find the means to overcome.
Jeff listened attentively leaving me to talk without any interruptions. By the end I was feeling bad that I had been unable to have a similar conversation with Anna. I felt that I had been unfaithful and the guilt was consuming me.
He took my hands and quietly said that he had been concerned about me. Although I should be true to my feelings I also needed to know that I was in a dangerous situation weakened by my strong desires. He advised me against doing anything stupid warning me about the risk of approaching the wrong kind of people. The safest option for me at this stage was self relieve and under no circumstances should I consider approaching anybody through the internet without consulting him first. He begged me to believe him as had also been married and gone through the same frustrations. I hesitated about asking him to make love to me as he had to others in his stories. I did not mention that he had appeared in many of my dreams. I was afraid of upsetting him and turning him away.
Promising to help me he suggested that we should join the others as we were already ten minutes over the end of the break and they would be wondering what we were up to.
At the end of the lesson as we walked towards the school gates he suddenly pulled me into a dark alley way between two of the buildings. I could hear others going past the end of the alley and could see them as they walked past. Such strong feelings were going through my body that I had no wish to stop what was happening to me. I felt a strong warmth in my loins and I could feel the erection straining against my pants. I was already wet and willing him to do to me what I knew he had done to others.
Pushing me with my back to the wall he pressed his body against me. I could feel his crotch pressing against my penis and felt a weakness and a light headiness which I was sure would make me pass out. I moaned trying to understand the pleasure that seemed to be touching every part of my body. I cursed Anna for never having given me what I was now experiencing. I desperately wanted this man and I could only think of having him inside me. I begged him to undress me and take me there and then. I could wait no longer. I told him that for weeks he had tempted me, and left me wanting.
Putting his hand over my mouth he told me to keep quiet as someone would hear. He must have obviously realised how desperately needy I was. He could have done anything to me and I was in the frame of mind that had ignored all consequences.
I felt the warmth of his breath as he pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and invited his tongue in. Such emotions going through me. I could taste him and my tongue caressed his trying to get more of his wetness. I sucked on his tongue caressing his lips with my own. What I had questioned since our first meeting was confirmed. I was in love with him and needed him to play a bigger part in my life.
I placed my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him. My whole body was reacting to the continued touch of his body. I felt his intimacy and at the same time my weakness at needing him so desperately. I wanted to make sure that he should know that I would always do what he wanted me to and that I was his most devoted disciple. My body was tingling all over. Nobody had ever kissed me so passionately and had had such an effect on my arousal.
I felt his hand move from my hip to my back. I allowed him space between my body and the wall. Lifting my shirt out of my trousers he struggled to push his hand down the back of my trousers. I was desperate for him to touch me. I undid my belt and dropped my trousers down to my ankles. I felt him go inside my pants. In my excitement I struggled to push them down and they hung around my knees defying my attempts at removing them. I was too far gone and under his total domination. I was moaning in sheer pleasure begging him to come inside me. His hand moved slowly down my crack and my whole body trembled to his touch. He teased me feeling the area around my cavity but refusing to penetrate me with his fingers. I was in despair begging him ever more loudly to fuck me.
He took my penis with his free hand and held it tight. I knew that I would no longer be able to stall my ejaculation. I was so stiff it was almost painful. He cupped the head of my penis in his hand and at that point I exploded with the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. My body jerked in unison with each throb of my penis. Each time I deposited more and more of my sperm in the highly closed cup formed by his hand. Excitement was playing with my imagination and I could not remember a time of such abundance. I do not recall how many times I told him that I loved him. Spasms of extreme pleasure seem to continue for ever. I had heard it said that some women can only withstand a single orgasm. I concur with this. Fearful that it would never stop I felt tears coming from my eyes. He took my face in his hands and kissing each of my eyes in turn told me that I had the most beautiful face he had ever seen in a man. He corrected himself or a woman. He made me feel so good.
He spread my come all over my face and into my mouth. I took his silky hand and sucked it clean savouring every drop of my salty secretion. Exhausted I fell against the wall and closed my eyes. By the time I recovered and opened them again he had gone.
I was in despair it was now four weeks since I had last seen Jeff. He had not turned up for the next three lessons. I was disconsolate. All I knew about him was what he had told me and that his name was Jeff. He had never shared his contact details with me and I had no means of getting in touch. My quarrels with Anna became more hurtful and frequent. My body was constantly craving for something that I could not get. I sat around the house in her company trying to satisfy my need by looking at numerous pictures of naked men. I was reading more gay novels than ever but nothing made up for the loss of Jeff. In the end I taunted Anna by describing what had happened in that school yard, and being extremely hurtful about her inability to give me such pleasure.
She cried but continued to be faithful to me. I believed then, that she would rather have me with my all my failings and total disregard for her feelings, than lose me.
As you can imagine the rest of the language group where making the best of my situation. I can not recall how many times I was asked about Jeff’s absence. They wanted to know if we had had a quarrel. The more they recognised my discomfort the greater their persistence. As you can imagine I had no answer for them and was forced to make some very lame excuses.
Jeff returned spectacularly three weeks later arriving thirty minutes after the start of the lesson. He apologised for his late arrival to the class but had no further to add on his absence. He then sat in his usual place but said little beyond his apology.
During the break he told me that he had to solve a crisis in his Singapore office and apologised for not letting me know. Smiling he promised to make it up to me and went no further.
Two weeks later he was waiting for me outside the college gates. He told me to get in his car as we had been invited to a party and there was no time to waste. We drove out out of town and into the country. The frequency of houses was dying out and the only light apart from the headlights of his car, came from the moon and the stars. Two hours into our journey he turned into a narrow country road which seemed to be the only approach to a rather large private house standing on its own, surrounded by countryside.
There we were met by a tall thin man who introduced himself as John. I later discovered that he was the owner of the house and was a high court judge. In his front room there were two other men waiting for us. All three must have been Jeff’s age around the late forties.
My interest in the gay lifestyle had led me to look more closely at men that I came across on a daily basis. One of the things that I had got into the habit of doing was classifying them in ways which would better allow me to appreciate them and not allow me to forget them.
Rather than give you any names I hope that you might get a better impression of them by my classification. The first rather tall thin man was and behaved like a judge so I shall identify him as the judge. There was a short fat man whose belly spilled out of his trousers. Like the others he was dressed in a rather expensive suit but was wearing a pink bow tie. He gave me the impression of being rather eccentric. Well spoken and extremely knowledgeable I was to learn in our conversations that he was a well respected professor in a top University. He had now reached the position of Chancellor in this University. You will not be surprised to hear that I labelled him the prof.
The final man of the three was a burly well built tall man with hands the size of spades. Equally well dressed he sported a waistcoat and a black bow tie. It was not difficult for me to give him the title of the builder. As I was later to find out he was the owner of a rather large and lucrative development company whose name can be seen in most regions of the UK. He had started life as a builder but success and a rather aggressive nature had allowed him to establish an empire.
Jeff had obviously spoken to them about me as they welcomed him with the words that he was not wrong in his description, and they were all keen to get better acquainted.
I was Invited to the bar table which sported more spirits than the well stocked pub. I said that I had better not as I was not usually a drinker and my wife would be expecting me back tonight. Given the distance we had traveled I did not expect to get back at the time that she would be normally expecting me. A thought went through my mind as I said so. Anna already knew what I had been doing that night three weeks ago when I arrived back well after my usual time. I wondered what thoughts would go through her mind this time.
I was not able to refuse the drink they insisted and started me off with a double whiskey malt. It does not take long for alcohol to have a warming effect on me but this drink was particularly strong. As we were talking they encouraged me to continue drinking and my glass was refilled several times before we all walked back to the leather settees. I was invited to sit on the middle of the four sitter and after Jeff and the prof took the two armchairs, the builder and judge sat to either side of me.
As the drinks flowed my head became ever lighter. I was having difficulty following conversations as my mind kept on going blank and I was missing salient points. I did manage to remember that the builder introduced himself as the virgin breaker but any further information was missing. I was feeling somewhat uneasy at my situation but there seemed no way to get out. The conversation was becoming less inhibited as we progressed through the evening. I was beginning to feel hot but very fearful. I felt trapped and I blamed myself for it. I resented my weakness and my ultra vulnerability which had placed me in this situation.
Jeff had little to say and just sat there looking at me and showing signs of self satisfaction. When one of the men suggested that we look at gay porn I told Jeff that Sam was expecting me and I needed to get home. My plea was ignored and I made no attempt to insist. It was not long before we were watching a video called Amazon Adventure on what was a huge flat screen TV. As we watched thy kept on plying me with more drink. Watching this gay movie in the company of this men was exciting me but I was trying very hard not to show it. At the sight of the first man I got an instant arousal. When they started to undress I worried that I might not be able to hold back. I closed my eyes and fell back on the settee. I heard the builder say that they needed to see if my skin was as smooth and beautiful as my face. I made no attempt to dissuade them of the idea and when they suggested that I was looking hot, and might be more comfortable if I took my clothes off, I looked over to Jeff for help. He smiled in a way which told me that he was enjoying my predicament, and it seemed to me that he was getting immense satisfaction from my obvious fear.
I got up in front of all four and removed my tie and shirt. They were amazed, not only had I waxed every hair from my body during that painful three weeks, but I only then realised from what they said, that I had the most enormous nipples that they had ever seen on a man. They pressed me to continue to undress and the look of pleasure on their faces at the sight of my hairless scrotum made me take my newly filled glass and swallow the contents at one go. This did not help in giving me the courage that I needed.
Totally naked in front of these men gave me the greatest sense of vulnerability. Seeing their close scrutiny of ever part of my body sent shocks through me which were both weakening and terrifying.
I was told to turn round but when I moved to quickly they told me in no uncertain way “Slowly”. The alcohol flowing though my veins rather than dull my senses was raising my heart beats.
It was at this point that I accepted the inevitable. I could only blame myself for being in this situation. I remember the time before when I had allowed my fear to take control. I had to go through this telling myself.
“I LOVE MEN”
I could no longer bear to be without them. This was an addiction for which I now knew I was prepared to give away any thoughts of family life. I felt a sense of danger which in turn heightened my senses. I was prepared to give anything.
“God do I LOVE MEN”
I could feel my breasts tingling and looking down I noticed for the first time ever, that my nipple were erect and had grown enormously. I wanted to touch them but I worried as to what they would say. I looked over to Jeff. Unmoved. I felt that I was being sacrificed to satisfy his own need for pleasure. I hoped that I could give him everything he wanted and would not disappoint. I would not deny these men anything.
I worried that this might just be another tease amongst many organised by Jeff. Nothing short of full penetration and a consuming need for their seed would suffice.
The builder patted the settee indicating where I should sit. I took my place between him and the prof. The prof shook as he came in touch with my body. Brutally jerking my head towards him in a fit of impatience he pulled me to his lips. His tongue penetrating my mouth as I parted my lips. Yet again I felt myself being taken to the next level of ecstasy. I loved the taste of his tongue tinged with the Cognac that he had been drinking. I responded to his kiss by getting a massive erection.
The builder pulled me away saying something which was inaudible to me. He pushed me back on the settee so that he could look at my beautifully smooth chest and breasts. I thought I could see the fire in his eyes and when his finger suddenly touched my nipple I screamed with pleasure. I could not stop my body shaking. It felt like the room had suddenly become freezing cold and I was lying on ice. The shivering persisted as he continued to explore my nipple. I felt them getting bigger in response to his touch and I moaned with pleasure.
I could not endure much more of this. I hoped that they would realise how desperately I needed relief and help me.
“Please” I begged “Please push it inside me”
And at not getting the expected reaction I cried
“Fuck me please”
The builder excited by the size of my nipple took it in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. He was driving me wild and I could not stop myself screaming. This was a new experience for me. Just as I thought it could get no better they pushed it to a new level.
The prof set about my other tit. He was totally out of control with excitement. I could feel his heat and could hear that he was having difficulty breathing. He was sweating profusely and he was dripping onto my body. I loved the effect that I was having on him. Until that day I had never felt as an object of desire. I had never known how empowering it was to be lusted over by others.
The prof began to remove his bow tie and shirt. His large hairy chest was now exposed and I have to admit at being somewhat jealous by the size of his breasts. His huge belly overhang his trousers but I was desperate to see the penis which was hidden in his trousers but causing and ever increasing patch of wet as it struggled to get out.
I helped him remove his trousers and pushed his soaked pants down exposing a swollen dark crimson member with a most enormous head. I touched it and he recoiled. His penis twitched uncontrollably and he told me to hold it.
The builder had now progressed to taking bites of my nipple. Each bite sent me into greater and greater need. Need that I was terrified would never be satisfied. I told him to bite harder and not to stop. I could no longer feel pain just an increasing need to be touched.
I held the prof’s engourged member as he continued to secrete a steady flow of pre cum. I could feel that he was very close to coming. His breathing had become much heavier and his continuous grunts and groans indicated a desperate need to orgasm. I told him to put his cock in my mouth and I took it as deep as it would go until it was almost hitting the back of my throat. I loved the taste and enjoyed its wetness. I pressed my lips around it, and without letting it go, slid up and down its length. Screaming with convulsions he filled my mouth with the most delicious of body fluids. Before this I had only ever tasted my own sperm and never in the quantities that he kept jetting it into my mouth with each spasm. Unable to hold it all in my mouth I allowed it to move down my throat swallowing each bit as he continued to orgasm. It was very warm and tasted like nothing I had ever had before. It left a wonderful silky sticky feeling which coated my mouth and my tongue. Slightly salty, I loved the taste, but I adored where it came from, and loved what I had to do to get it.
The man was exhausted but I needed more. I needed it to be the most memorable cock suck he had ever experienced. I wanted Jeff to acknowledge that I was the best. I continued to suck his wonderful cock until it run dry. I swallowed every drop of his cum and when he could endure no more I kissed the bulbous head of his cock and then kissed him on the lips. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth I let it roam around feeling every part of the inside of his mouth. I sucked his tongue until I felt his excitement rise again, and then I stopped. The prof collapsed onto the settee the length of his cock resting on his belly pointing upwards to his face. He was exhausted and lay there immobile.
It had all been too much and I had neglected the builder who continued to bite my tits and nipples. I looked down and could see that his teeth had cut through my skin and I was bleeding. I passed my fingers through his beautifully clean hair to show my approval and appreciation. I told him that I was loving what he was doing and he should not stop. I felt his hands move across my body feeling my left breast and the sensitive area below my waist. It was a soft touch but one which sent tremors through me. Strange in all the years I had been with Anna she had never felt my body or touched it in such a loving way. She had never ever realised that to be touched was as important to a man as it was to a woman. I moaned showing my appreciation. He could see that I was completely dependent on him and would deny him nothing.
His hands continued their exploration of my body. Palms flat just gently skimming over my chest and belly. My breathing was erratic and I could feel my heart stop, as he found each of the most sensitive points. His hand moved between my legs and I felt my erection stiffen again. He continued to move down towards my knees caressing the inside of my thighs as he did so. All the time I was telling him how wonderful his hands felt.
Moving up he must have seen how close to coming I was. He was a man of experience and had other ideas for me. He took my pre cum on his finger and let me smell it first, so that I could appreciate my hunger, he placed it on my lips. I stretched my tongue out and showed him my acceptance by licking his finger of all traces.
He told me to get up and go on all fours on the floor. I asked him if I could help him undress to which he agreed. As he took his top off I knelt before him and carefully removed his trousers and underpants. I could see the effect I was having on him by the size of his erection. I licked the wetness from the head and took his penis into my mouth. He pushed me away and onto the floor where he told me to stay.
I could bear this no longer and I felt the tears in my eyes. The prof must have seen the effect the builder was having on me, and lying on the floor next to me, he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked as if a baby. I had never known that breasts could be such a source of pleasure.
In all my life I had never experienced such highs as I was going through now. My body reacted to every touch of these men in a way that I was unable to control. I was trembling all over but could do nothing to cool the sexual fevers that were running through me. I felt a deep psychological and physical need to be penetrated. This desperate need overcame all other thoughts and consideration. My longing and desire for these beautiful men could only have one conclusion. I begged them to bite my tits as hard as they could, at the same time pleading with them to enter my body. I hoped that they would use no rubbers. I so needed them to feel their cum inside me. I had fantasised of what it would feel like for weeks.
I had gone too far to be fearful. They had overcome any resistance that I might have had and I needed them take away my self guilt. They were in total control and I was their obedient slave. I had hoped that Jeff would have been the first but I loved him even more for making my fantasy such a reality.
The two men continued my torment revelling in my weakness and enjoying the power they had over me. I continued to plead with them to fuck me and to bite my body.
I felt one of the hands moving towards my virginal hole and screamed with the intense pleasure it was giving me. I felt his fingers teasing my crack as my moans grew loader with every touch. I tried to stretch my legs inviting them to come in and when they didn’t I cried and pleaded with them to push their cock inside me. My movements in the response to their touch must have been a clear signal of my total desperation. They treated it as a joke, and laughingly made comments to each other about the desperate bitch. I promised them the world until I had no more to give. My feminine side was in full display crying and begging in a manner which must have been incoherent to them.
As I squirmed trying to push my behind onto his probing finger he raised his hand moving it away from me. I broke into a flood of tears, feeling and tasting the salty taste of my tears as they streamed down my face. I looked at Jeff in the hope that he might be more sympathetic and give his agreement for them to fuck me. I wondered if he had told them not to go any further in order to protect his own feelings. His face was impassive, almost cruel, seemingly enjoying the pain that I was going through.
The builders hand suddenly smacked onto my bottom with such force that I nearly fell flat on my face. It hurt and I could feel my cheeks burning where his hand had come down. Reeling from the pain I remained submissive waiting for them to do what ever they wanted with me. The second smack was even harder than the first and I cried out in pain. He continue to rain blows on my body as I felt the heat of his blows which must have been turning my behind and back into a deep red. It was all too much much for the professor who lost control and bit my breast so hard that it caused it to bleed. I felt the warmth of the blood as it flowed down my breasts and onto the floor.
I would have collapsed had I not felt the hard penis of the builder resting on my hole. Oh my God this was it, what I had always wanted and never had. I pushed back against it trying to accelerate the entry. He continued to tease me moving it around my hole so that I could feel the wetness of his pre cum. I begged him to fuck me. I felt him smearing gel around my hole which sent me into spasms of excitement. His wet finger pushed past the tightness at the entrance of my passage, and I was unable to disguise my pleasure. How could I have never realised the heavenly pleasure of such an intrusion. I must have been waking the rest of the household as my moans grew louder with each movement of his fingers. My heart was beating fast and I felt myself getting weaker. I could hardly breathe and I thought I would pass out. His exploration of my passage continued as I trembled to his touch. I felt him push more of his fingers until the pain became unbearable. I wanted him but this was killing me. I asked that he be gentle as nobody had ever been there before and it was very painful. With one last push it seemed as if he had torn me apart.
He took his hand out and again I felt the wet bulbous head of his enormous penis trying to push into my passage. I tried to help him but he complained about my virginal tightness. I remembered then how he had introduced himself as the virgin breaker. I waited for him to push pressing on my arms as my body tried to move forward. I raised my buttocks and opened my legs in the hope that this would help. I pushed against his thrusting cock which felt as hard as granite. Suddenly he was in and for the first time I had a most beautiful penis inside me. Such pleasure as I had never ever experienced before in my life. I found myself declaring my unbounded love to the first man that had ever fucked me.
The pleasure was not going to die out. As he pushed himself into me I could feel every millimetre of his shaft as it moved inside me. The indescribable pleasure as his huge penis gently rubbed against my prostrate sending waves of joy through my whole body. No more was my body resisting his entry. It now welcomed him inside me giving his as much pleasure as I was getting. I was pleased to hear his moans. I felt very much in control. As I asked him to fuck me harder he responded with comments on how good a fuck I was. It seemed the best he had ever had. I loved him for it. I continued to scream in the delight and pleasure that his throbbing cock was giving me. I tried to use the muscles along my passage to stimulate his unusually hard penis. I tightened my grip around his stem holding him tight as he continued to push in and out of me. I could tell from his moans that he was not far from orgasm. I so wanted him.
As I asked him to fuck me hard he held my hair with both hands and pulled my head back violently. He started to speed up the pumping of his cock inside me. He was so deep within me and with every push he seemed to go deeper. The pleasure was intense the pounding brutal.
It was all too much for the judge who had undressed completely and was walking towards me with the longest most upright penis I had ever witnessed. I could not move as the builder continued to pull on my hair as he pounded my arse. I opened my mouth and allowed him to push his sopping wet cock down my throat. I closed my lips around it an held it tight as he fucked my mouth with as much urgency as the builder was fucking me in the arse. I was in heaven. I heard the excitement in the judges voice as he shouted about his oncoming orgasm. I held him even tighter preventing him from taking it out of my mouth. With a loud scream he gushed the most wonderful tasting spunk straight into my mouth as my tongue licked round his hard rod. I continued to lick it taking each spurt as it came from the head of his cock on my tongue, swilling it all around the inside of my mouth. My mouth was already full of his beautiful juice but I continued to make room for more until he had no more to give. I held him inside me as his body collapsed below him. I again swallowed every drop of his cum. We now shared an intimacy which would hold me close to him for the rest of my life. Swallowing what he had cultivated within him for me, was not just sealing my most intimate affection for him, but the taste and feel was addictive.
I can not tell you who orgasmed first and neither would I want to compare the sheer pleasure of having a man ejaculate into my mouth with that of one ejaculating deep inside my stomach. But I felt it just as deeply, as the builder gave the loudest of screams, as his cock exploded inside me. I loved that he had no rubber and each spurt sent more and more of his seed beyond where his cock had penetrated. I felt his throbbing member and with each moan welcomed more of his seed inside my vagina. It felt hot and alive as it seemed to swim further beyond my passage. I told him how much I loved him caring very little as to how this would react with Jeff. The builder fell onto my back and continued to moan as each twitch of his wonderful cock sent more and more of his sperm into my body.
As to my own orgasm this I had resisted for all the time that we had been together but I was unable to resist any more. As the builder rested on my back exhausted he instinctively went to grub my penis with his hands. The slightest touch of his fingers rendered such an explosion on my body that I shot my sperm well away from my throbbing cock. What a tremendous relief coupled with the ecstasy and passion which had been just short of delirium.
I can not tell you how many times I was fucked or how many times I sucked those magnificent men’s cocks in that most wonderful of nights. I lost all notion of time and not once did I think of poor Anna who was still expecting me home after night school. But it was the most unforgettable night of my life and the defining moment of my love. Sealing a hunger for men that would stay with me for ever. I feel that I do not need to tell you that I am homosexual, as I think that this will be obvious to all, no longer would I be able to live a lie.
When I woke up the next morning lying naked on the floor smelling strongly of male sex, covered in the dry spunk of my lovers, I was elated and fulfilled. The cleaner came in through the door as I was getting up but showed little surprise at the sight of a naked man. She must have been well used to the actions of her employers. Pointing me in the direction of the shower she told me that my clothes would be left on the chair by the door of the bathroom.
A car had been provided to take me to work but given that I was already late when I left the house, I had no expectation of arriving anything but very late. When I got to work I texted Anna a curt message.
“Apologies for not letting you know before. I met up with some old friends and the celebrations went well into the night. Xxx”
I did not feel I should say any more.
When I got home she was extremely upset but I was well prepared.
“I am sorry these things happen. I met up with some very old friends at very short notice and there was no opportunity to warn you about it. I would have texted but my battery had run out.”
“I was worried sick about you I thought that something must have happened to you and I just did not know what to do. I would have called the police but my mum told me that they could do nothing about overnight absences.”
“That was very stupid. You should have known I was ok and with friends. In the future be aware that work commitments and social occasions may happen at short notice. Just go to bed and do not worry about me. Is that clear”.
I knew that I had showed little sympathy, and wished that I might have been more careful with my language, but I was in no mood to compromise.
I was beginning to get the impression that Jeff was a bit of a control freak and would not be happy unless I reacted promptly to his requests.
In the days that followed I worried about the consequences of that night and I arranged to go to a clinic for tests. I was worried that I should not put others in danger even though I myself felt unable to place restrictions on my love life. Everything was fine. I was confident that Jeff would watch over me even if I was unable to do so myself.
Weeks passed and Jeff did not return to the Italian Language class. I had not heard from him since the night of the party, but I was less worried on this occasion than I had been on his previous absence.
It was five weeks later that I had a call on the Wednesday afternoon saying that he wanted to see me that evening and would pick me up at 7 pm from home. We had already made arrangements to go with other NCT couples for a meal which had been booked for several weeks. I was sure that I had texted this appointment to Jeff several weeks before for fear that he might turn up and be disappointed. Jeff had insisted that I should give him warning of any appointments in my diary so that he could avoid those days.
Unfortunately he told me this was the only free day he had for several weeks and if I did not accept his invitation he was not sure when he would be able to see me again. I was fearful of upsetting him and he did not sound very happy. I told Anna that something had cropped up at work and I would have to cancel the meal. As I thought she was very upset and was in tears. She had been looking forward to this meal for weeks. I told her that she should go on her own and I might join them later. I already knew that this would not happen as I felt sure that Jeff would not allow me to. In any case I was not going to upset him.
I tried to get Jeff to pick me up from work on the Wednesday but he was insistent that he should pick me up from home. He needed to show who was in control, and I was too dependant on him to argue. On the day he knocked on my door and calmly told Anna when she answered it, that we were going to the pub. When I left Anna was in tears saying that she would not be going to the meal.
Jeff drove for well over an hour. Skirting London he drove south until he reached a pub on the outskirts of a village which judging by the size of a new housing estate nearby was rapidly growing. He told me that he had known this village long before the development had taken place and was keen to revisit a pub he had been very fond of before it was completely swamped by a small town. I thought I knew Jeff enough to know that he seldom made decisions based on a romantic notion and wondered what were the real reason for travelling all that way.
The pub was divided into two large areas one which was the saloon and the other for more serious drinkers. The saloon was historically one in which men could take their partners without them having to endure the approbation of the more serious male drinkers. We chose to take a table in the saloon area. Clearly the proximity of the new housing estate had helped a great deal in making it very popular with the locals. It was well attended by both male and female social drinkers. Most of these were around my same age although there were a few younger and some older people.
As the driver, Jeff was restricting his drink but he encouraged my drinking. He was keen to find out what I had been doing over the last weeks since the party but most of what I had to say was somewhat boring. He rlly was not interested. I did tell him about my annoyance with Anna and her need to curtail my social activity. I told him that I had made it clear to her that I was not happy with her obsession to control my time. He found this all very amusing and supported my stand on this.
He then asked me if I had told her about the party. I said that I was waiting for an opportunity on which to tell her. He was critical of my weakness and said that I should be fair with her and tell her about my interests. I did not think that he was being that naive but more that he was subtly increasing his influence over me. He had no intention of getting me to come out at this stage, but was just setting some ground rules for his control. I was flattered by his concern and sexually excited by its connotations.
He himself said very little about what he had been doing other than he had been busy working in the Australia.
Bored with the conversation he asked me to take a look around the room and see if there were any men whom I fancied. I replied that I was looking forward to another of his parties and asked him if he had any planned. He told me that I should not expect too much from him and that his parties were a gift not to be taken for granted.
Suitably humbled I looked around the room to see if any of my choices would please him. Most couples seemed quite young and somewhat lacking in experience. I doubted that they would able to raise the excitement in me, which I craved. As I looked, I noticed a group of three around my age sitting on a corner table. There were two men and a woman. I felt sure that they were a married couple and what must have been a very close friend. The man was all over the women and she seemed to be enjoying the interest. The second man sat back drinking his pint of bitter, as all good husbands would do in similar circumstances. I was interested. This was a man that I wanted to have. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and light brown hair. The more I looked at him the more attractive he became. The other man’s hand rested on the top of his wife’s leg and his tolerance was creditable. As the hand moved up and down her leg her excitement grew and she turned to kiss her husband on the lips.
He turned his cheek towards her in a gesture more of tedium than appreciation. If his wife was trying to get him interested it did not succeed. His treatment was more akin to dealing with a spoilt child somewhat devoid of passion. She must have made a comment to the man causing them both to laugh but leaving her husband unmoved. In him I could only see a tremendous potential for repressed passion. Here was a man who could test my ability to deliver pleasure. He was totally confident in his own ability to excite and did not feel at all threatened by the other mans need to show his prowess with his wife. I was full of admiration.
I must have been too obvious as he noticed me looking and looked back at me. My own embarrassment elicited little emotion in him as he looked back until I moved my gaze away. I heard Jeff say
“I wondered when you would notice. You need to pay more attention as to what is happening around you and you have to raise your aggression for the chase.”
“Do you fancy him?”
“Desperately”
“I suppose now you will have to have him.”
Yet again Jeff had been able to waken an obsession in me which I felt was going to be difficult to assuage. I puzzled over what he was intending and falling back on my own most disappointing experiences, I doubted that this would end well. Happily married man with wife and friend, how does one turn that around to one’s advantage without causing a major upset. This would at best create an awful scene, or at worst result in a punch up. The problem now was that the more I looked at the threesome, the more my desire for that Adonis grew.
I felt the excitement rise and feared touching myself should I spunk all over myself. This man was beautiful. A faint suggestion of a beard with the loveliest brown eyes. A body which matched that of David, or so I imagined. The more I looked, the greater my lust and desire. I would have given anything to get a closer look, but I doubted that even the devil could make this possible for me. I was depressed and I doubted Jeff’s ability to get this for me.
Jeff found my worries most amusing and laughed at my desperation. I would be suffering the consequences of what now seemed a most unsuccessful evening for days. Anna was most unlikely to sympathesise given how I had let her down at the last minute.
As I continued looking in awe and with great jealousy at the trio I saw the husband go to the toilet. Quickly followed by Jeff. They must have been away for almost five minutes but when Jeff came back looking disappointed I could tell things had not gone well. Shortly after the husband emerged and seemed to be telling his companions something which clearly related to us, as they all looked over.
My pain did not diminish and it was not long before all three stood up as if to leave. Speaking to his wife and his friend I was surprised when the other two went out and the husband went back to the bar to speak to the landlord. They had a drink together and when they had finished the cause of my disappointment, left through the car park door. It was not long afterwards that Jeff suggested we should go home.
As we walked out I noticed a man in the distance lighting a cigarette. My heart skipped a beat as I recognised him as the husband. Jeff pushed me towards him with the words.
“Now make sure you do not disappoint him. He is looking for something special”
As I approached he introduced himself.
“Hi I am Ben I believe that you were very taken by me?”
“I am sorry this is very embarrassing what did Jeff say to you”
“He said that you found me rather attractive and were keen to make contact. If you have been set up it is not a problem I can follow my wife and friend home?”
“No please don’t, I could not help myself, I did want to meet you. Did my boyfriend offer you anything?”
“No I was intrigued by what he told me. Believe you me affairs with women are very much part of my life, but this is the first time, that I have been propositioned by a man. I find the situation somewhat interesting”
“What about your wife and friend?”
“I already know that they will not get up to anything. I have often told her to sleep with him if she wants to, and he knows this. But despite all his efforts she has this old fashioned loyalty that she will not be unfaithful. Most annoying.”
“Sorry I did not mean that I was just wondering if they would miss you.”
“No I told them I needed to take a walk and they would be safe for the next two hours”
At which he laughed.
“Are you and Jeff a couple? You must know how much a test of your love, a willingness to share yourself with somebody is?”
“No I am afraid that as much as I would like to say yes, Jeff is his own man, and despite my efforts will make no commitment to me. You could say he is my provider but my wife would tell you that he controls me”.
“Come for a walk with me and I shall take you somewhere a little more private. This encounter is already getting me somewhat excited.”
Too nervous to answer his suggestion I nodded my head and followed him onto the road and up and away from the pub and the village. The road was quite narrow and I walked behind him in fear of any approaching traffic. It must have been twenty minutes when we came to a gate with a style. He went over. I followed him on this narrow path across a field until we came to a wooded area where the path got narrower. Bordered on both sides by heavy and thorny bushes, and covered by thick trees it was difficult to find our way through. I relied totally on the man in front of me and I took his hand in fear of getting lost.
Twenty minutes later we reached and opening which was well lit by the moon above. There was a thick canopy of fallen leafs over the ground, and we were totally surrounded by trees and thick thorny bushes. This was a wonderful spot. It was totally silent apart from the slight rustling if the branches caused by the mild wind. We were completely isolated from the world.
“Do you mind if I take my clothes off?”
“No please be my guest I did not quite expect you to be this hot? Are all you queers this desperate? Sorry I did not mean to upset you.”
“You underestimate the effect that you have on other men. I do not mind what you call me when it said with such affection. I can not help what I am and I find it impossible to control my desires.”
I stood in front of him and starting from the top slowly undressed placing my clothes in a neat pile on the side. I did not stop until I was standing there completely naked in front of him. By this time my penis had already grown and although not fully erect was standing out in front of me. I looked at him and was pleased to see that my nakedness and my total submission was having an effect on his own sexual state.
“I did not think I would find this exciting but you are really getting me going” he said.
“You have a nice body.”
Taking this as an invitation I approached him and gently placed my lips on his. I felt the warmth of his breath and I took in the taste of drink and tobacco coming from his mouth. I could not resist him he was so beautiful. I stuck my tongue out and used it to moisten his lips. I do not think he was expecting such tenderness but he did not object. I prised open his lips with the tip of my tongue and pushed it into his mouth. With his eyes closed he welcomed my intrusion into his mouth and we exchanged saliva. My tongue was all over his and he was responding in equal terms. I placed my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him with a passion that I had not felt before. I pressed my naked body against him wanting to feel him against me. As we continued to kiss I could feel my penis growing and I pressed my leg into his groin. I felt his own excitement against me and felt pleased that he was responding to me in such an obvious way.
I opened my eyes, and as I looked over his shoulder I saw the dark outline of a man standing amongst the bushes behind him. I wondered how Jeff had managed to get here so quickly.
“Don’t look my darling but we have an audience. I think Jeff is enjoying what we are doing.”
His kissing and groping grew in intensity as he held me so tightly that I could hardly move.
“You are so bloody hot”
As I continued to kiss him I removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Not a single hair, tits beautifully shaped with dark nipples sticking out, flat stomach and muscles clearly visible. I moaned in admiration. Like a cat I licked all over his face working down the side of his neck while I made my way down to the now fully erect nipples. I took them into my mouth and sucked on them until his pleasure was obvious. I could feel the pangs of pleasure as they travelled through his body. His body was trembling to my touch.
I loved the appreciative noises that were coming from him. He might have had many women in his time, but I was determined to give him pleasure, which he could only have dreamed off in the past. My tongue circled around his nipples before slowly moving down the centre of his chest towards the abdomen. I lingered there licking his beautifully smooth while I undid his belt and pulled down his pants and trousers. I could smell his sex and I was getting more excited than ever. Now exposed, the thickest wad of black pubic hair surrounding his scrotum. All about it was driving me wild. The smell was divine. I took them into my mouth and sucked until there was no clump left untouched. I could see his penis twitching in desperate expectation.
Kneeling down in front of him I could see the shiny silky strand of fluid on the head of his cock. I pulled the foreskin back to get a sight of the tiny hole that was excreting his pre cum. I stuck my tongue out and placed the head of his cock on the top of my tongue collecting the silky wetness on it. It brought me so much closer to this beautiful man. I loved the manly taste.
A dog suddenly barked on the edge of the clearing, and looking over to the sound, I saw the clear image of an older man with his trousers around his ankles and his penis in his hand. He was unable to contain his excitement for much longer and was moving his hand backwards and forwards along the stem of his penis. Gasping, he would not be long in coming off. I wondered who else was there enjoying the sight of two men pleasuring each other. The person I had imagined was Jeff was still there and looking around, I thought I could make out at least two more men watching on. The man whose cock I now took into my mouth was far too gone to notice anything.
His moans were now loud enough to be heard from where the other men stood. I held that thick cock with one hand as my lips slid up and down its length causing such shouts of pleasure as to underline his abandonment to my mouth. I could taste the left over residue of his visits to the urinal, coupled with the silky creamy taste of his sex. I squeezed my hand tightly around the base of his penis, to maintain his stiffness. My tongue continued to lick all around the head of his cock, and I gratefully swallowed as much of his pre cum as I could suck out of him. When it looked like he might be just about to come off, I would stop and move to another part of his body. I took his scrotum into my mouth and sucked its warmth, trying to get a feel of the cum I would be swallowing.
I could tell he was desperate to come off but I was equally as determined not to give in. Pushed on by the thoughts of those men holding their own penises and fantasising as to what it would be like to be sucked off I continued to take my lover to the extreme and then bring him back again. I must have sucked his cock for over half and hour before he could stand it no longer, and holding me tightly by my hair, he fucked my face exploding the most enormous amount of cum into my mouth.
I love it when a man empties himself into my mouth and I get to taste the silkiness of his seed warm and clingy. As I swallowed to make room for more he continued in his spasms each time feeding me more and more of his sex juices. All through this time my lover screamed his pleasure, and his relief at finally coming off inside me.
He must have ejaculated five loads before he fell back exhausted onto the leafs. I continued to lick his sex, like a rabid dog, making sure that I had missed nothing that was left on his body. I licked the rest of his body until he was ready to come up again.
Like a man possessed I continued with my efforts and brought that man to an orgasm four more times. I did not waste a drop of him, and only gave up, when he had no more to give. Like a vampire, I was then able to lie back, and enjoy the life forming seed which he had so kindly shared with me.
It was three o’clock in the morning when he was finally able to get up, and putting his soiled clothes on, left me naked on that clearing. Yet another an unforgettable night.
When I got back to the car park Jeff had gone and I was left to organise my own transport home.
My daughter is now two years old.
Jeff continued to use me for his own pleasure, and I willingly participated in his numerous sex with strangers schemes, to please him. I knew this was not going to last for ever but I made the best of it while it lasted. I put myself at his behest which invariable meant that families commitments were severely tested, and generally put aside.
Although we no longer share the same bedroom Anna and myself try to be the best parents for our daughter and we still live together. Jeff has now found himself a new younger man with whom to play games, and has ignored my calls over the months. I remain addicted to the internet but desperately miss and crave the real sex that I had become addicted to. I just lack the courage to do anything about it.