A fitting for a marriage

I had been working a second job part time a few nights a week to earn some extra money for the holidays. I was working at a little tuxedo shop. It wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was give tuxedos to men who came in to pick them up or measure them if they came in for a fitting. It was not a busy place. Nice and easy. Perfect for a second job. The shop was located in one of those small outdoor strip malls. Besides the tuxedo shop there were only three other stores, a nail salon, a printing shop and a Chinese take out restaurant. Needless to say there was never much activity anywhere in the mall.
It was about 8:00, an hour before closing, when I heard the bell above the door ding. I looked up and saw the most amazing sight. He was 6′2″, broad and muscular. His build resembled that of a power lifter. Covering his frame was a brown bomber jacket and tan khaki’s, which strained against his thighs with each step. His hair a light almost white blond and was cut into a military style flat top. His neck was thick as a tree trunk and square. His complexion was fair, his checks red from windburn.
He stepped up to the counter and I realized my jaw was hanging open. I composed myself and smiled as he said, in one of the huskiest, sexiest voices I had ever heard, “I’m here for a fitting. For the Lawson Palmer wedding.” I’m glad I was sitting on a stool behind the counter because at the sound of his voice I became weak in the knees and would have surely toppled over.
“Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes,” I stammered. “Please come around back and I’ll measure you.”
He just let out a little laugh of amusement as came into the back area. I directed him further into the back and instructed him to stand in front of the three-way mirror. I followed him back and as I did I got an extra surprise. This guy had to have one of the fullest, roundest asses I had ever seen. His huge meaty globes were straining against his tight khaki’s and I swear it looked as though the seam down the back of his slacks was about to give way under the pressure of his massive butt muffins.
I knew then and there I had to see this guy naked or at least in his underwear. I decided to pull a trick on this Adonis that I had pulled on a few other guys in the past. Sometimes it didn’t work but others it did, so I decided to give it a try. He was pulling off his jacket as he asked me where he could hang it up. His chest was so broad. I could hardly believe it, but every muscle under his tight blue sweater was visible. I swallowed hard and pointed him to a hook to hang his jacket.
I decided if I was going to do it now was the time to try and get this stud out of his clothes. “Okay, I’ll need you to strip down so we can get a proper fitting.”
“Strip down for my fitting? I’ve never heard of that,” said the Adonis as he flashed me a big smile.
“Well, it ensures a proper fitting,” I lied.
He just flashed another smile and shrugged his shoulders. Then without a second thought he pulled his sweater up over his head and off exposing a smooth muscular chest. His nipples were very large and hard and he had a six-pack of abs. He then kicked off his boots and began to undo his belt. I couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get this guy to strip for me. Though his pants fit in the waist they seemed way too tight everywhere else. His thighs and his ass were so large that I’m sure he must have had trouble finding a pair that fight properly. He began tugging at his pants trying to get them down. It was something to see as the muscular god fought to get his pants down over his big ass. He wiggled and squirmed and finally got them off and I was treated to a sight that was even hotter than I had imagined. This big muscle stud was now standing before me in just his black cotton socks and a sheer white thong. The thong was completely see-through and I was able to make out every inch of his impressive cock through it.
He stood facing me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the reflection of his massive ass in the mirror. His butt pushed out so far in back it formed a sort of shelf. The small string of his thong was planted snugly in between his melon-like ass mounds. He was quite a sight to behold, a big muscular stud wearing nothing more than a small piece of material to cover his massive hulking frame. I also took note that his balls were quite large and straining against their nylon prison.
The stud must have noticed me staring because he said, “It was a gift.”
“W-W-W-What?” I asked.
“My thong,” he replied. “It was a gift from my fiancée’. She says she likes the way my ass looks in it.”
“Fiancée’? You’re the groom?”
He nodded, “Yes, I’m Derrick Palmer.”
“Well, I see what she means,” I blushed immediately. “What I mean is the thong really shows off your ass nicely. It really makes it push way out there.” I grew redder not sure how to come back from this one.
The muscular vision before me was in no way offended. Again he just smiled and chuckled slightly. “Don’t worry about it, Bud, and it’s not the thong that makes my ass push out. I just have a massive ass.”
My eyes must have looked like they were about to pop out of my head because he then said, “Don’t look so shocked. I know my butt is enormous. It’s been like that my whole life. Even when I was a scrawny kid I still had this big fat ass.”
I pulled myself together as I said, “That may be where we have trouble fitting you. Your behind is so large that it may not be easy locating a tuxedo that will fit you. We’ll probably have to make some major alterations.
“I know,” he said. “I’ve had to have my pants custom made my whole life because my ass is so large.”
I was getting so hard listening to the Adonis talk about the size of his ass, but I knew I had to proceed with the fitting so I had him stand in front of the mirror facing it with his ass to me. First I measured his shoulders and jotted down the measurements. Next I got on my knees. The muscle god’s ass was just inches from my face. I took a minute to get a nice close look. It appeared to be firm and the skin was a smooth creamy white. Oh, how I wanted to just stick my tongue out and lick it.
Somehow I composed myself and measured his seam down the outside of each of his thick legs, running my hands down them as I did so. I then jotted these numbers down. I then decided to try something else. I told Derrick that since we wanted to ensure a good fitting I wanted him to bend forward at the waist touching his toes so I could get an idea of how much extra room he’d need in the seat. This was one big lie but it sounded convincing.
Without even thinking twice about it Derrick let out another chuckle and bent over slowly at the waist. I was on my knees behind him and loved every minute of it. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought that this stud was teasing me. He continued to bend slowly, his big fleshy ass loaves pushing further out as he did so. His cheeks parted ever so slightly but they were so large that they never completely separated. It was amazing how the tiny string of his thong disappeared into the deep dark valley between his perfectly round ass mountains.
Without thinking I licked my lips. I reached up with the tape measure and ran it down the stud’s ass, making sure to grab his ass cheek and feel him up as I did so. He didn’t even react to my hand on his ass. I was delighted that his ass, although firm, still had a small amount of jiggle to it. I ran the tape measure down his ass and then down his leg to the floor, measuring him. I then went down the other leg, making sure to run my hand over the other side of the groom’s big round buttocks. The whole time he remained bent at the waist, hands on his toes and ass pushing out.
Next I told him to stand up straight again. He did as instructed, no questions asked. Then I told him that in order to measure his inseam he’d have to stand with his legs parted so I could measure the inside of his legs. Again, he let out another chuckle, but he complied. I couldn’t believe how gullible this hot stud was. There he stood with his legs spread allowing me to measure his inseam. I reached up under him with the tape measure, and as I did his big balls brushed against my hand. I was so close my nose was almost buried in this hot guy’s ass. I took in his man scent as I ran the tape measure down both legs. I then announced that this was not working out right and I’d need him to turn around.
Derrick turned around, his thong encased dick and balls in my face. I wasn’t certain but it appeared to me that his cock was getting bigger. Was he getting hard? Again I instructed him to spread his legs slightly so I could get in between them to measure his inseam. As he spread his legs his balls bounced a little bit in his stretchy thong. I reached up and took Derrick’s balls in my hand, moving them to the left as I put the tape measure between this hot man’s legs. He jumped slightly as I touched his balls but didn’t say a word. Then I moved them to the right, squeezing, slightly measuring down the other leg. I finished and let go of his nuts.
Now I was certain. Derrick’s cock was growing. There was no mistaking it. I was still on my knees and I looked up. Derrick was looking down at me a big smile on his face. “Go for it,” he said.
“W-W-What?” I asked, doubting what I’d just heard.
“You heard me,” replied Derrick. “Go for it,” he said as he pulled his thick cock and large balls from the confines of his nylon thong.
I looked up, my mouth gapping open. Our eyes meet and he nodded his head. While looking up at him I reached out and took his growing manhood in my hand. I took the head slowly in my mouth and licked. His eyes closed and he moaned. I took more of his cock in my mouth. I began to suck, feeling his dick grow harder and fuller as I did. In no time he was completely hard. He was about 7 inches and very thick. I began tugging on his balls.
I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me down on Derrick’s cock. Now Derrick had both of his meaty hands on the back of my head. He was ramming his thick cock in my mouth as he pushed my head into his fleshy pole. The sexy groom was grunting as I sucked hard on his cock.
I reached up and grabbed hold of Derrick’s big round ass and began to feel it up. His big globes felt great in my hands as I kneaded them. I ran my finger along his crack as I continued to suck. He moaned as he spread his legs, giving me access to his most private spot. I circled his asshole with my finger. I began to push in as he pushed his ass back on my finger.
“I want you in me,” said Derrick. “I want you to fuck my big ass, man.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I let the hot stud’s dick fall from my mouth and began to undress as fast as I could. Derrick shucked his thong and got on his hands and knees facing the mirror. His big ass was raised high in the air and spread as wide as he could manage to spread it. His big buns were so large that they never completely separated. I got down behind him and placed my hands on each cheek spreading them as wide as possible. His puckered hole stared back at me. I moved in running my tongue down his crack.
Derrick clenched. I began to lick around his hole, pushing my tongue in. He moaned when I did this, which encouraged me to push my long tongue further into his warm manhole. I fondled his fat ass cheeks as I buried my face deep between them. “Fuck me!” he screamed out.
I got on my knees behind him and spit on my own cock, which was brick hard. I rubbed my spit into my own 7 1/2 inches. I then aimed my cock at his waiting, puckered asshole. I pushed in slowly as his hole began to swallow me. He moaned loudly. I pushed more of myself in him–then more until I was buried to my pubes. I started slowly, thrusting in deep and then pulling almost all the way out. I watched Derrick’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes were closed part way, and he was licking his lips. It was a hot sight to behold. Me with my slight frame, I was only 5′8″ and thin, fucking this big 6′2″ brawny, muscular god.
I looked down and watched my cock go in and out of Derrick’s ass. He pushed back saying, “Harder. Fuck me harder, man!”
I began to pick up speed, grabbing the sides of his beefy butt and holding on as I began to pound his ass as hard as I could. Derrick was pushing back on my dick to ensure he got as much of me in him as possible.
“Come on, Buddy. Ride that big ass. Make me fucking cum. I’m so fucking close!” barked Derrick.
Hearing him talk like that excited me, so I began to pound into his butt cushions harder. I knew I was close. In the mirror I saw ecstasy in Derrick’s eyes as he looked back ay me and said, “Aw fuck, man, this is it. I’m gonna blow!” And at that I felt his hole tighten around me as his jizz shot out, hitting the mirror and running down it. The sight of this was too hot for me. I felt my own balls tighten as my own cock erupted inside Derrick. I felt my juices fill his bowels.
“That’s it!’ he screamed out.
My cock softened as I let it flop out. My cum was all over Derrick’s ass hole. “Damn,” I said. “That was hot.”
“It sure was,” responded Derrick, rising to his feet and grabbing a wad of tissues from the box on the cash wrap to clean himself up. We both dressed in virtual silence until Derrick asked, “When do you work next?”
“Tomorrow. Why?” I replied.
“Good I’ll be back then. For a real fitting.
“What do you mean real?” I asked.
“Come on, Buddy. I may be muscle bound but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I saw you checking me out from the minute I walked in. And making me strip for a fitting. Come on, I knew all along what you were up to. It just so happens I wanted the same thing. So tomorrow you can give me a real fitting for my wedding tux and then after, maybe another “special fitting”.” With that he winked and let out another chuckle and was out the door.
I couldn’t believe that he had set me up. And I couldn’t have been more pleased.

It should have been a dream then!

“Where’s Griff? Jeff” I asked, looking for my mate who was supposed to be helping me put up the ceiling paper in the Council offices.
“Dunno,” Jeff replied but I could see from his face, he was lying.
“If you wanna stay in my employ you better be honest with me Jeff!”
I ran a small decorating business employing about five guys. I had this new contract with the Council and wanted to keep it sweet. So I needed Griff and now!
“You do know where he is, doncha, Jeff. Tell me!”
“You may not be happy,” he warned, “but look through there, between the gap in the window, do you see?” I looked through this window through a gap where the curtain was indrawn the other side. What I saw was a great surprise and it must have shown looking at the look in Jeff’s eyes.
“Told yer, didn’t I?” he said.
“Well I never, you’ve been watching haven’t you, Jeff?”
He flushed. I could see he had. Whatever he’d seen turned him on! Did it me? At that stage I didn’t know. All I did know was I was furious and went piling into the next office.
Griff was the recipient of Joe’s hard thrusting cock as he was having him spread eagled across a desk full pelt. They didn’t even notice I was there, they were so into what they were doing. Both lapping it up. I was gonna shout and yell my disapproval but somehow I was lost for words. My God! Watching them was a real turn on, Griff had a great ass which was really taking all Joe had to give and the sound of cock fucking asshole was very apparent, like he had well and truly initiated Griff with a good dipping of lubrication. Then I saw the jar of Vaseline on the cupboard beside them, and it all came together. Muck like Griff and Jo were from the moans they were making. Then all the shaking, all the thrusting and moving stopped, Joe came away, I saw his red cock drooping and dripping with spunk as eventually he saw me standing there.
That moment, as soon as they saw me, they quickly raised their jeans, which had been stripped down to their ankles, looking confused and ready for the worst. I said nothing, except to tell them to go to the bathroom to get tidied up. I was just lost for words I guess. It was as if I was being left out of something. For God sake I was a normal guy, well I thought I was until…I had to admit to myself the whole scene was a big mind bender and I was aroused and in no small way. The sight of Griff taking it from Joe like that set my senses afire and I felt I wanted some of the action but first things first. There was work to be done and we were behind but now I wanted Griff’s behind. As he assisted me putting up the ceiling paper I was looking at him in another way, his ass did look so good and tight in jeans, not many guys can fit into jeans like Griff could.
I think he was very aware of having been caught with Joe. He was sort of apologizing. I did not moan at him. I wanted to learn more about him now, asked him how long he had been gay and things. One thing led to another and by lunchtime he and I were on very intimate terms. He told me he thought I was the most wonderful boss he had known and would hate to be sacked due to what had happened and that he would do anything to put it right.
That was my cue and I took it. That lunchtime I discovered I was bi in no uncertain terms. I was actually enjoying Jeff touching me like that. It was the way he did it too, so sensual and with feeling, obviously enjoying. “You have a nice big cock with wonderful texture, Pete. I have always liked you. You didn’t know that did you? I have always had a secret yearning for you.”
I said nothing, just smiled, enjoying what he was doing - he had that certain way of touching and feeling me there, “It’s lovely, Pete, You are so beautifully well endowed. Can I taste you?” Not sure what he meant but enjoying what he was doing I went for it.
Next he was actually deep sucking the head of my cock, he had such a wonderful way of trimming it with the curve of his tongue exploring me. I watched with utter ease as he so wonderfully sucked tightly like he was so enjoying it, hearing his moans, his eyes closed, his hand teasing my balls now, cupping and squeezing as he took me deeper into his mouth for a full deep suck. It was something, which I had never enjoyed so well, even from my girlfriend who always seemed to do it just to please me. With Griff it was so different for the simple reason that he was enjoying it too. I just lay back, like he suggested when he came up to take a breath, and just enjoyed the moment as he took my cock even deeper inside his mouth, which was truly remarkable being as I was a good eight inches in length, at least my girl friend had said once when she measured it. I relished the moment, as he was deep throating me, hearing the gurgle inside his throat as he so expertly mouth fucked me, his head bobbing up and down like he was eating me!
He eventually came up panting. I felt him squeezing the base of my cock, “to make me last” he said. He looked directly into my eyes, which must have been glazed by now, as if I had been in another world enjoying that mouth fucking so very, very much.
“You’d like to cum inside me, Pete? You can if you want, and I would like that. Love your smell and your taste, now I want to share your fuck inside me?”
How could I refuse that offer? I wanted to pound him and would have gone for almost anything, but with Jeff just the thought was exiting and thrilling. Yes I wanted his ass, wanted him to strip and show it off to me, I nodded that I couldn’t wait.
He stripped for me very provocatively in the confines of an empty locked office, asked me how best I would like it. I felt his ass cheeks, so tight and so appealing.” Just come and bend over my lap awhile Griff, let me feel and excite you then we can truly fuck Huh?”
And that was what I was saying. It was just coming naturally. The thought of having that ass over my knee thrilled me and when he bent over, his ass steeped up for me to enjoy, I let him take five slaps of my hand on each cheek, asking him if it was okay. He murmured for me to go ahead and I did, making his cheeks crimson, so enticing, feeling the warmth from the spanking coming through into the palm of my hand as I stroked his ass firmly slipping down between his thighs to stretch his cheeks and take a look at his asshole, it looked good and appetizing. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to tease and lick it as I wanked him full and strong. He was leaning over the table now, my God he tasted good. The texture made for a wonderful feel of his strong cock. While he was still bent over, me between his thighs, I stretched back his foreskin and teased his balls the way he had mine. Just circling with my small finger around and around the p-hole as I stretched its length back between his thighs and sucked it sideways. The fingers of my other hand rimming him, it was a dream, a complete and utter dream. It was heaven on earth as he moved and swayed for me, his deep throat sounds telling me how much he was enjoying it. At that moment I wanted to smell and taste  him, I wanted just to be with him like this forever. I must have been there, smelling and tasting him for a good ten minutes before he yelled “Fuck me, fuck me now, fuck the ass off me!”
And I did. It was so good. Exhilarating feeling its tightness as I pressed my cock home deep up inside for the most exhilarating fuck I had ever known.
When we finished I felt young Griff had opened a completely new door for me, that my unknown sexuality had suddenly come out, and I was able to enjoy Griff just as much as my girlfriend Angela but in different ways.
I had to make a decision though, if to tell Angela or not. Surely she should know, we were that close. I went for it. The response came as a surprise. She said she knew I had bisexual tendencies. She told me about the way I talked in my sleep and lately how that had developed and that she felt she knew this Griff I kept talking about big time.
Angela was some girl to the extent that she said she wanted to meet Griff. Little did I realise at the time that this meeting was to lead to a wonderful sequence of real thrilling threesomes that each of us would relish with ecstasy.

You gotta be punished!

The snow was hell! An Arctic blizzard swept over the hills and not even the busy traffic could keep the roads clear. Why are we never prepared for snow in this country? I had finished my deliveries and was heading, empty, back to base. Then some idiot managed to jack-knife his rig and we all ground to a halt. 4 hours we were held up. I ask you! 4 hours! Boy, was I pissed off! I was on to a hot date that night. Fat chance now! I rang her on the mobile. Not that that did much good. Jeanie was as pissed off as me.
Eventually, we got going again and slowly headed down to the city where my base was. As I got to the by-pass the traffic had thinned out, most traffic going onto the Freeway, and the roads were clearer. She had given me until midnight - I might just make it, it was 11:50!
I had to give way at a roundabout to a small saloon just before a single lane section of the by-pass. “Come on, get a move on!” I thought.
But, no, he was sticking to the speed limit. I got closer and flashed my lights, trying to get him to go faster. But no, the closer I got the slower he went and I couldn’t get past him. Then he started waving out of his window. I thought he wanted me to overtake but there was traffic coming the other way.Eventually, he turned off and I was able to get to base and check the rig in. Too late! I rang Jeanie but she didn’t want to know by then.
I went back to my lonely bed, thoroughly pissed off!
Anyway, the next morning I got up, my usual cheery self and set off for work. The skies had cleared and apparently the snow on the hills was thawing rapidly.
I clocked on and was told that the boss, Geoff, wanted to see me.
I breezed in, “Hi, Geoff. Bit better day!”
I was met with a face like thunder and “What the hell were you up to last night!?”
“What? I got held up in that snow. Some idiot jack-knifed his rig. I was stuck for 4 fucking hours!” I complained.
“I know that but I’ve had some guy on, complaining that you were bullying him down the by-pass by tailgating him. And it’s not the first time, is it?”
“Oh that bastard. He was crawling along and I wanted to get back to see Jeanie.”
“That’s no excuse. You should know there are speed cameras down that bit of the by-pass. Anyway he’s threatening to go to the Police.”
“Oh, shit!”
“You may say ‘Oh, shit’ but if he goes to the Police and you get convicted of dangerous driving you’ll be out on your ear. You know company policy.”
“Yeah. What can I do?”
“Well, I’ve got no deliveries for you to-day, anyway. You’d better get your sorry arse round there and try to get him to change his mind. Apologise, beg, do whatever it takes, to stop him going to the Police. And I want to know from him what the outcome is. Here’s his address, his name’s Redbotham.” (Little did I know how sorry my arse was going to be).
I didn’t have much choice, did I? I had to go and eat humble pie to this old (I guessed) guy, turn on the old Chris charm. Anyway, I found the address easily enough, a neat, unassuming semi in suburbia and rang the doorbell, feeling a little nervous now.
The door opened and it wasn’t exactly the little old man that I was expecting standing there.
He was taller than me, and I’m no short arse, about 50, I guess, with chiseled features and salt and pepper hair. He had broad shoulders and a stern look on his face. Now I was really nervous.
“Mr Redbotham?”
“Yes.”
“I’m the driver who followed you last night,” I said, “My company has sent me to apologise to you”.
To my surprise he asked me in and asked my name.
Then he asked me for an explanation and I told him I was late for my deliveries because of the snow. Couldn’t tell him I’d been up for a fuck, could I?
He then proceeded to give me a good lecture about safe driving. ‘Let him get it off his chest’, I thought.I tried to apologise but he was having none of it. He was obviously intent on making me pay.
“Whatever it takes,” Geoff had said. Obviously, it was going to take more than a groveling apology. Then he started talking about punishment and the Police. ‘Oh, shit!’ I thought, ‘this is not going as planned.’ I was in big trouble.
Then he started talking about punishing me himself. What the hell did he mean?
Then he wanted to know if I’d ever had a spanking. Strange! But I remembered when Dad had thrashed me for answering Mum back. But that was years ago. He asked me about it - not that I could remember much - except it hurt!
I was utterly shocked when he gave me the alternative of having a spanking from him. I was 27 years old for God’s sake!
But “Whatever it takes…” And I guessed I was big enough to take it and get out of this horrible mess I had gotten myself into. I suppose I had been an idiot and deserved it. The trouble women get us into! If I’d known what I was going to get I might have chosen the cops!But I did make sure he’d let me off the hook with Geoff if I submitted to him. I was told to take my overalls off and come to him as he sat on a high chair. As he started to undo my jeans and belt I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. No man, except Dad, had ever touched me so intimately. My jeans fell to the floor; suddenly I felt 14 years old again.
Then Mr Redbotham wanted me over his knee! That, I wasn’t expecting. He obviously wanted to humiliate me as well as punish me. But, “Whatever it takes…” and there was no going back now. At least I still had my CK’s on.
WRONG! As soon as I had positioned myself over his strong thighs, he pulled up my T-shirt and yanked my boxers down round my knees. Now I felt really vulnerable, my bare arse up in the air, his hot hand firmly holding my waist. Shit! I wanted this over.
He even asked if I was ready.I hardly felt the first strike. ‘Oh this is going to be easy. He’s only playing at it’, I thought. Though it did seem strange having a man’s hand on my bare bum.
WHOOPS! My mistake again. The second caught me an almighty slap across the centre of my bum and I couldn’t help gasping. This bastard certainly wasn’t playing.
And again! And again he spanked me and it was beginning to hurt. He was covering all of my buttocks with vicious hard slaps.I began wriggling to try to escape the blows but it was no use, he was holding me too firmly and my jeans around my ankles and boxers around my knees restricted me even more. He knew what he was doing all right.
Then he started on my thighs and that stung even more. I couldn’t help crying out.What the hell had I got myself into - all to save a few minutes?Harder and faster, he beat me. My arse was really on fire now and I was pushing into his lap, trying to lessen the blows.
Then, the strangest thing of all, I realised I was getting a hard-on! My cock, against the cotton of his trackies encasing those hard thighs, was getting bigger and harder. The more I squirmed, the harder it got. What the hell would he think if he saw it - or even worse felt it? But the heat in my backside was certainly turning me on.
Still he kept at it, spank, spank, spank.
I was totally under his domination. I was a naughty little boy again. A naughty little boy with a massive erection. At last, at long last he told me to get up. I struggled a bit with my clothes round my legs and I knew he had seen my hard on. What now?
I was thoroughly miserable and on the verge of tears. I wanted to rub my poor, pulverised arse but I needed to cover that blasted hard-on.At least it was all over.
WRONG AGAIN!
He made some sneering comment about me enjoying it and told me to strip off completely, he hadn’t ‘done with me’. I had to obey - he was my lord and master now - and there was no point in hiding my cock anymore. If it turned him on, so be it.
Stark naked, I felt his steely grey eyes boring into me.
Then he had me bend over the arm of an armchair, my butt in the air, my legs spread.
With his hand on the small of my back so I couldn’t move, he started to spank me again. My arse was sore so it stung of course but it was somehow different, gentler. He let his hand rest after each slap and I felt his fingers probe towards my shit hole.
Boy, that was really turning me on! My cock, sandwiched between the rough cloth of the upholstery and my belly, was getting even bigger and my ball sac was tightening. I really didn’t want it to stop.
I was even disappointed when he told me to get up and face the wall. He kicked my legs apart and I felt vulnerable again.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him peeling off his own shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and a deep, barrelled chest, covered in curly grey hairs, but not an ounce of fat on him. No wonder he had held me so firmly. I felt a strange desire to turn round and hug him but knew I didn’t dare. Not even my Dad had dominated me like this.
But then he picked up my wide leather belt, doubled it over and brought it down with a tremendous THWACK on my backside.
“Aaahh” Shit, it hurt! 10 times worse than anything he had lain on with his hand.
I thought I was going to collapse but managed to regain my composure only to receive two more of the same.I really couldn’t take any more. I had to try to get him to stop.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I wailed.THWACK! Another bit into my poor abused bottom.
“I’ll be more careful in future”
THWACK. How many more? Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“Promise! I can’t take any more!” I cried.
THWACK - one last crack and “OK, you can turn round.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me for, incredibly, my cock was still rock hard and standing almost up to my belly button.
Even more amazement, as Mr Redbotham dropped his own tracksuit bottoms, showing his own massive hard on. He stood there, as naked as I was. Those thighs that I had so recently been across were like tree trunks, covered in thick black hair.
“It looks like you enjoyed that”, he said. “Let’s see if you enjoy this too. Back over that chair.”
“Yes, SIR!”
Instinctively, I knew what was coming now. I had loved his finger probing my asshole, that dick was going to follow suit. I was as straight as a die, but what straight guy hasn’t wondered what it was like to be fucked? I was about to find out as I took the same position as before. I felt the hot, moist tip of his cock against my virgin asshole and forced myself to relax.Then his hot hands on my hips and he thrust into me.
“Aaarhh”, it hurt momentarily, then he was inside me and it was glorious.
I could feel his wiry pubes against my sore bum as he pumped in and out of me. I couldn’t get enough of his cock.
Still in me he slapped me again but that just added to the ecstasy I was feeling.
Then I felt his rough hands stroking my tummy and chest until he found my nips and pinched them hard.
“Ooooh!” an electric shock shot down to my cock.
Harder and harder he fucked me and I was in absolute heaven. Then he grabbed my hair turned my head and kissed me, probing his tongue deep in my mouth. At that stage I would have done anything for him.
Then he grabbed my cock and as I felt the rush of hot liquid inside me I shot my own load across the arm of the chair. Again and again I spurted. In all my wildest fantasies I had never had an orgasm like it.
Mr Redbotham collapsed onto my back. I was getting that hug I had craved earlier, though not quite how I had envisaged.
“Woooow!” I said, “I’ve never had sex like that before. I’ve never even been fucked!”
He took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. At last that hairy chest was against my smooth one.
“No more tailgating!” he warned me sternly, “But if you want more of the same, you know where I am.”
“I might just take you up on that,” I said with a smirk as I started to get dressed.
Mr Redbotham reached for the phone to ring my company.
“Yes, I think he’s learnt his lesson……”

It’s over, baby!

“Knowing me, I’m not going to change and this conversation is pretty much a waste of time,” I said as I packed my things into a suitcase. I’d had enough. “Knowing you, you’re not going to give up until you get your way and this time I’m not giving in. So if you’re giving me a choice then I choose the door.” I couldn’t believe he had the nerve of suggesting we try a threesome. That was something I’d never had an interest in doing. I knew we had been having problems but if he thought this was the way to save our relationship he was so wrong.
“You’re such a damn prude,” he snapped at me. “Remember when you wouldn’t try camping? Then after I forced you, you loved it and now I can’t get you back inside. Every damn vacation you want to go out into the woods.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his comparison. “Steven, are you fucking serious? Are you comparing camping to bringing another person into our bedroom? That’s just stupid.”
“They may be different situations, but in the end they’re the same thing. It’s all about your being afraid of new things.” He looked at me with a smirk of self-arrogance as if he’d just come to some sort of brilliant conclusion.
“No, you’re not right. It’s not the same thing. It’s one thing to be scared of being outdoors; it’s quite a different thing to pick up some stranger at a bar and bring him home with you expecting me to be ok with it! You know how I feel about sex with strangers. I didn’t do it when I was single and I’m certainly not doing it now.” I was sure the guy downstairs could hear me but I didn’t care. This was really too much for me.
Steven grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me down on the bed. “Babe, I know I shouldn’t have but after you meet him you’ll change your mind.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I promise if you don’t like him or still feel bad after meeting him I’ll send him away and I’ll never bring this up again.” I looked at him with contempt. I hated him so much for doing this but at the same time loved him too much not to try something he wanted so much. “At the very least meet the guy,” he said. I closed my eyes and shook my head yes.
He jumped up and down like a kid who had just gotten a new toy. He took me by the hand and quickly led me downstairs to meet his shiny new plaything. We got downstairs and I met his little twink. I must admit my cock responded before my head did. He looked to be in his early twenties with a slim build, blonde hair, green eyes, and the most dazzling white smile. He easily could have stepped out of any Abercrombie magazine, although he seemed completely unaware of his appeal and that was perhaps what was most attractive about him. He wasn’t arrogant at all but was extremely sweet and polite. It almost felt like a crime, like we were taking advantage of him. But I put all those thoughts out of my head. All I wanted to think about was him in my bed. After some quick introductions, Steven and the boy, Alex,went at it, making out like they had been lovers for months and not just strangers. I sat on the couch and watched as they went at each other, with way too much familiarity. Something told me they’d done this before. I stood up and walked towards them. Steven grabbed my hand and pulled me to them, pulling away from the boy. He kissed me slow and deep. I wanted to pull away and scream out at him, ask him exactly just how long he had known this twink, but as usual his kisses made me forget everything and all I wanted was for him to do more.
We switched off and the boy’s mouth replaced Stevens. His lips were so soft, his tongue was long and gentle. At first I could sense the boy’s hesitance but soon he grew comfortable, his kisses more passionate. I found myself giving in to him, kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing me. I was so wrapped up in the boy that I didn’t notice Steven get to his knees and pull out my cock. I didn’t notice until I felt the warmth of his mouth around my hardness. He did the same to Alex. He took out his large boy cock and went down on both of us at the same time. My hard cock pressed up against Alex’s in Steven’s mouth felt so damn good. Alex wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me closer to him. I got as close as I could without falling over Steven who kept taking turns sucking us off. I pulled off the boy’s shirt and let my hands caress his hairless chest. His nipples were extremely sensitive and they hardened with just a trace of my hands. I loved the way he reacted to my touch. His mouth slightly open, he barely let out a whimper as I engulfed his right nipple with my mouth, sucking on it, pulling on it, and gently biting it. I moved on to his left nipple and did the same. I just loved the feel of a smooth chest. I pulled off my own shirt and pressed my chest against his, rubbing our nipples together until mine were as hard as his.
After about thirty minutes of cock sucking, Steven came up for air and I took a turn on both their cocks. I took Steven’s fat cock in my mouth first, licked his slit clean of any traces of pre cum. Then stretching my mouth as wide as possible I took in Alex’s too. Never in my life had I had two cocks in my mouth. I sucked on both of them as hard as I could, my tongue rubbing all over them. Their cocks together in my mouth felt incredible. I went down on them for as long as my jaw could stand it. After several minutes I let go of Steven’s cock and concentrated solely on pleasing Alex. I worked my tongue all around his shaft, sucked on the head of his cock, milking him for that sweet cream. With my right hand I cupped his balls, gave him a tight squeeze and then another. I felt them tighten in my hand and after one more squeeze my mouth overflowed with his cum. I drank it all up, not spilling a drop of his boy juice, sucking on him for more and not stopping until he was totally soft.
After Alex dumped his load
in my mouth I got up and took his mouth in mine, sharing with him the taste of his seed. His tongue explored my mouth drinking in every last drop of his boy juice. As we kissed Steven came up from behind me wrapped his big arms around my waist. He whispered in my ear: “You enjoying yourself?” I responded by pressing my ass into his fat hard cock. I was so used to the shape of his cock that he easily slid all the way inside of me. His fingers grabbed a hold of my waist and held on to me as he started to fuck me, at first slow and then harder and faster. Alex pulled his mouth off mine and got to his knees, taking me in his mouth. His tongue stroked my cock with long deep strokes.
My fingers wrapped around Alex’s blond hair, guiding his head to match Steven’s thrusts. I pushed against Steven allowed him to go deeper inside of me. I reached behind him and played with his ass. My hand slid inside his perfectly round cheeks I dug until I found his sweet spot. I pressed on it until my finger went inside. I played with him and slid a second finger and then finally a third. With my fingers I gave it to him the way he was giving it to me. He wasn’t able to take much of this and soon his body was trembling and he was shooting into my ass. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and grabbed on to Alex, steadying myself as Steven dumped load after load of hot cream inside of me.
Feeling Steven release into me sent me over the edge and once he shot his final blast, I let it rip inside Alex’s mouth giving him a mouthful of cum. He took all of it, every last drop of my love juice. He sucked on the head of my cock until I couldn’t cum anymore. I was so spent I couldn’t do much of anything. Together Steven and I collapsed into the couch. Alex got off his knees and joined us, our bodies all intertwined. The three of us lay there motionless for the longest time. Nobody was able to move. With my cock satisfied all I could think was how easily and familiar Steven and Alex were with each other.
Several minutes went by before I had the energy to move. I got up put on my pants and searched for my shirt. “Why are you getting dressed?” Steven asked me, his arms wrapped around Alex. They looked like the couple and I felt like the intruder. I finished getting dressed and without saying a word I grabbed my keys and made my way out the door. I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough. Steven made no effort in coming after me or stopping me. Something told me he wouldn’t; he had gotten what he wanted. Before I left I turned to look at them, their mouths were devouring each other’s once again. They were well on their way to round number two.
I got in my car and drove away. I needed to get as far away as possible, erase tonight from my mind. The further away I got the sicker I got. I should have known all along that things had fallen apart; his wanting to bring someone else into our bedroom was just the final straw. I guessed what they say is true sometimes: three really is a crowd.