Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Wow - made my self-imposed deadline!  I do have the story (roughly)
outlined and hopefully should be able to finish each installment in a wekk
to 10 days.

   This is the second part in the continuing adventure of our two Catholic
Highschool Boys and one of the student's widowed mother.  This chapter
focuses on 'the morning after'.  Have fun!

   This chapter is approx 10,000 words and is story coded Mutual Mast, MF
(onscreen), MM (onscreen) MF Anal (onscreen)

   Comments - Criticisms - Whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   Chapter Two Six the following morning found me naked again, only this
time under the rushing jets of a steamy shower in the downstairs bathroom
shower.  I had woken dazed and confused from a feverish dream and was now
firmly resolved to be back in the relative safety of my own house before
anyone in the Lunsford household woke up.  I couldn't face them, either one
of them, I had cravenly decided.  And though I realized it was a
chickenshit move as I turned off the water and reached for the towel to dry
myself off, I knew I couldn't face them.  When I was ready to get dressed I
reached for my school uniform, rumpled from being worn the previous day.  I
hadn't walked home to get a change of clothes, though I probably should
have because I had sprayed a copious amount of come on my boxers the night
before.  I'd discovered this when I woke up and shamefully shoved the
soiled underwear into my pants pocket and went without.  I suppose I could
have borrowed some of Ethan's but didn't want to risk waking him up by
rummaging through his dresser drawers.

   Utilizing all the stealth I could manage, I crept out of the bathroom,
down the hall way and through the great room on my way towards the kitchen.
It was only when I entered that I noticed the light over the stove was on,
the pale glow illuminating my well-worn duffel bag sitting right next to
Mrs.  Lunsford's elegant leather attaché case.

   "Where are you going, Sebastian?"

   Startled, I bit back a yelp and whirled around to find Mrs.  Lunsford
sitting at the table, laptop opened to the Blue Bay Chronicler business
section website.  She was veiled in the shadows, but when she leaned
forward, features illuminated in the ghostly computer glow, sliding her
reading glasses down her nose and fixing me with her emerald-green gaze, an
unbidden thought raced to my mind: `Damn, she looks good!'

   "I ... I couldn't sleep," I replied lamely, dropping my duffel bag to
the floor and feeling the burn in my cheeks.  She made me feel so
inadequate, intimidated, partly because she had seen me naked ~~ and I had
seen her masturbating!  Could it get any more embarrassingly awkward than
this moment?

   "Want some breakfast?" She casually waved me toward a nearby chair. 
"We've got lots of cereal.  Just don't eat the last of the Nutty Nuggets or
Ethan will have your head."

   Pulling a chair out, I sat uncomfortably, looking at her through the
nebulousness.  She wore a well-tailored business suit, and with her hair in
a bun, she appeared severely professional ~~ but deep down, something
inside me stirred.  She was acting like nothing had happened, but I could
feel something between us that hadn't been there before, nothing tangible
or even definable but something real nonetheless.

   "Where are you going so early?" I asked, thinking my mirroring of her
question would be witty repartee but instead it came across as something a
zit-faced junior high student might say.

   "Work, unfortunately," she shrugged, taking a bite of a blueberry bagel
I had not noticed earlier.  "I'd rather not, but what can you do?"

   "That looks good," I remarked, and my stomach grumbled loudly.  I hadn't
eaten since the take out the previous evening, but the thought of greasy
leftover chicken didn't seem very appetizing.  "You usually work on a
Saturday?"

   "New product rollout," she explained.  "Until the marketing campaign and
distribution plans are finalized, everyone on my team will be working
Saturdays, Sundays if needed."

   "Well, that sucks," I empathized, watching her take another bite of that
very appetizing bagel.

   She laughed under her breath and slid the reading glasses back up her
nose with a perfectly manicured nail before dabbing with a napkin a few
persistent crumbs off her lower lip.  "Yes.  It sucks.  To say the least.
Would you like a bite of this?"

   I shrugged noncommittally though my stomach growled loudly again.  I
felt painfully self-conscious around her, like I wanted to check my hair or
smooth down my pants.

   "Here, Sebastian, have a bite," she offered as she held out the bagel,
and for a split-second I thought I saw want, desire, sexual heat only to be
instantly replaced by mischief, making me doubt I'd seen it at all.  "Don't
worry.  I don't have cooties."

   I felt off-balance, daunted, did not know how to reply and was painfully
aware she was watching me as I tore a piece off with my teeth and licked up
the crumbs sticking to my upper lip with my tongue.

   "So ... how did your studying go last night?" I blushed hotly at the
mere mention of the previous night and was thankful the kitchen wasn't well
lit.

   "Okay," I answered as evasively as I dared, the obliquest reference to
last night, to her sensuous writhing on her bed, making me go instantly
hard and squirm restlessly.  I took another bite of the bagel when she
offered it and hugged my knee up to my chin to rest it.  I did it without
thinking, before I remembered I wasn't wearing any boxers.  When I saw
where her glittering eyes were lingering, where the fabric was drawn tautly
over my blatant erection, my cheeks burned hotly.

   "You were up late," she murmured, her usually melodic voice a full
octave lower, her eyes brazen and not moving.  I was paralyzed, frozen in
place, and the look that had flashed in her glinting eyes was now playing
over her face, an uneasily smoldering hunger, made the moment even more
laden with tension.

   "So were you," I breathlessly replied, and found my eyes raking over
her, relishing her long sexy legs and the sensuous feminine curves her
professional attire could not conceal.  I did not look away when I found
her gaze had raised to mine.

   She boldly reached over and lightly touched the corner of my mouth with
her napkin, where I was stretching to reach with my tongue, to get a bit of
bagel.  "Sounded like a lot of laughing going on in there and not a lot of
studying."

   I tried to give a mysterious smile, slowly lowering my leg and twisting
so that the hard-on tenting in my pants was no longer obvious.  "Well, you
know how it goes.  Like the saying goes, `boys being boys'."

   "Yes," she nodded thoughtfully, giving me an enigmatic look as she
popped the last of the bagel into her mouth.  "Boys being boys.  I can only
imagine."

   The kitchen was noticeably lighter now ~~ the dawn was breaking.  Behind
us, Ethan suddenly stumbled in, dressed in a `Property of Exshaw State
Penitentiary' T-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms.  His
longish blonde hair was a tousled mop around his face as he sleepily rubbed
at his eyes and frowned.

   "Why are you two up at this ridiculously early hour?" he muttered,
blindly groping along the marble countertop towards the
espresso/coffeemaker and flipping it on.  I personally wasn't much of a
coffee drinker but the entire Lunsford clan seemed to be fueled by
Colombian java.

   "I have to go in to the office today, honey." She stood, taking her
plate to the sink and affectionately kissing her son's cheek on the way by.
"You two be good.  Don't trash the place.  And no girls." She said that
last bit in a faux-disciplinarian voice, only I knew from what Ethan had
told me she was in no way playing around.

   "We'll be good," I piped up in my most sycophantic voice, feeling very
Eddie Haskell-ish.  Ethan, on the other hand, petulantly rolled his eyes
and churlishly stuck his tongue out at his mother's back.  Mrs.  Lunsford
smiled at me and her bright eyes smiled, too.  For a moment, just a brief
second, they flickered down to the crotch of my trousers, her wanton look
sending an electric jolt of heated need coursing through my body.

   "Bye, Mrs.  Lunsford!" I called, furtively watching as she hooked the
attaché case before sashaying out the door.

   Ethan grimaced at me as he heard the door close and the alarm chirp
automatically behind him.  "Be good?  Really"

   "We're always good." I smiled, watching him pour Nutty Nuggets until
they mounded up over the brim of the bowl.

   He snorted in derision, hopping up to grab a gallon of skim milk out of
the fridge.  "Well, then, let's go upstairs and get up to some good."

   "Ethan!" I laughed.  "More like `no good.'"

   He hungrily wolfed down a mouthful of cereal and crunched noisily. 
"Don't you want to see the videos?"

   I felt myself blush, the memory of catching Mrs.  Lunsford watching one
of those videos last night very vivid, but of course, I couldn't tell him
that.  "Ahhhh sugar and caffeine!" Ethan announced, his craving for a java
jolt evidently making him miss my guilty reaction.  He pulled a mug out of
the cupboard.  "The true Breakfast of champions ~~ aren't you hungry?"

   "No," I replied, not telling him about the tasty bagel or the
provocative conversation I'd shared with his mother, either.

   "That's a first," he said, shaking his head.  He paused, and I
frantically wondered what he moght say next.  "Well, let's go then." He
snagged his Nutty Nuggets and his steaming coffee and, without a backwards
glance, headed out of the kitchen.  "I want to show you something."

   "Another something?" I closely followed him up the stairs to his
mother's bedroom, wondering what mischief he could possibly be up to now.
While Ethan set his coffee on a coaster on the night table, I stood in the
doorway that led to the master bathroom access, and it reminded me
forcefully of the momentous events of night before.  While I leaned against
the frame, Ethan lounged lazily on the mattress, much as his mother had
done.  My whole body began tingling with the memory, staring at the bed
where I'd watched Mrs.  Lunsford stroke then pump her pretty pussy.

   A sly look came across Ethan's handsome features and he began fishing
about in his pajama pockets.  I'd seen that look before and knew he was up
to no good.

   "Oh, man, you're not going to believe this.  Check this out!"

   Without warning, he flung something at me, an object tumbling end over
end as it whizzed through the air.

   "Hey, asshole," I cried out.  By reflex only I managed to catch the
item, surprised by the sudden weight of something long and hard in my hand.
"What in the heck?"

   "Oh, come on, dude, it's a vibrator," he mildly jeered, curled up on the
bed, having gorged down the cereal in record time as he was wont to do and
was now noisily slurping the milk out of his bowl.

   It really was a vibrator, a day-glo pink phallic-shaped thing, oddly
cold, but made of some soft, gel-like material.  `I don't even want to know
where you got this thing," I said slowly, very carefully choosing my words.
"The only question I have is why you have it."

   Ethan grinned like the Cheshire Cat, drinking his coffee in huge gulps.
"Ahhhh god, I love caffeine." He paused for a moment, a rascally glint in
his eyes when they met mine.  "It's a present for Erica." His voice dropped
to a conspiratorial whisper and I joined him in sitting on the bed.  "Now,
I know for a fact Erica has had to satisfy her nightly masturbation
fantasies of me with the trusty shower nozzle.  But no more!" His face came
to life as he turned a knob on the bottom, bringing the whole thing to life
and brushed it against my forearm it began to vibrate.  "But as of tonight,
this will be buzzing right against her little clit..."

   I jerked my arm away like I'd been burned, still gaping open-mouthed at
it.  "Well, that certainly will take care of our favorite horny virgin Miss
Galvano," I said with a weak laugh, futilely trying to calm down my racing
heartbeat.  "But you've kinda screwed yourself.  Now that you've satisfied
your girlfriend's needs, what are you going to do in the meantime for
yourself?"

   "Oh, I got that covered," he grinned, setting aside the coffee mug and
hopping off the bed.  "Come on, let's go check out these videos."

   By the time I rounded to the other side, Ethan was pulling another box
out from under the bed that resided next to the one full of pornographic
magazines that we had sifted through the day before.

   "This one's my favorite," he said, drawing out a garishly colored box
that announced the title was `In Diana Jones and the Temple of Poon'. 
Sneering at the sophomoric title, I watched him go over to the VCR and
attempt to insert it.  "Hey, there's something in here..."

   I sat back on the bed, edging toward where he had carelessly tossed the
hot pink vibrator, watching him eject the tape.  I knew what was in there
~~ I'd seen part of it the night before.

   "Looks like mom was getting a little freaky last night!" He huffed,
putting the tape aside and sliding the other one in.  "Remind me to put
that back when we're done."

   "Done...?" I inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.  I was now in the
very spot that Mrs.  Lunsford had been last night.

   "Don't you want to play?" Ethan pouted at me as the familiar FBI
copyright warning flashed on the TV screen.  The movie was starting and I
couldn't deny a debauched interest in the smutty film.  I weakly feigned an
indifferent shrug, swallowing nervously and apprehensively glancing at the
television.  There was a fairly pretty girl lying on a bed casually reading
a magazine as a rather dubious-looking young man came into her bedroom and
started talking to her.

   "`You know what they say.  It's the show me state,'" Ethan disdainfully
mocked the actresses hopelessly wooden delivery.  "I hate the dialogue!  So
stupid!" He impatiently grabbed the remote and immediately began fast
forwarding.  "Let's get to the good stuff." He sat on the bed next to me,
pulling his t-shirt over his knees.  "Here we go..."

   At first I felt bashful and self-conscious, watching the actors kiss and
take each other's clothes off on the screen, especially with my best friend
sitting right next to me.  But the truth is I couldn't stop watching and
soon I was engrossed in each detail of the porn starlet's' sensually
curving figure.  She had long blonde hair framing an attractively wild face
with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes.  Her naked young breasts
were big and full and sprawled in a provocative way and beneath her
half-moon orbs was the delicately curving configuration of her rib cage,
and her taut little stomach was unblemished ~~ rounded lusciously.  But
what really attracted me was the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at
her wetly parted lips, moistening them, the way her nipples were distended
and shaped like bullets, tipped upward, and the way the fluffy down barely
covered succulently plump labial lips, all reminding me of another woman,
twenty years older...

   The actress was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay
back on the bed, waiting for her lover to descend upon her which, of
course, he did, kissing her long elegant neck, the place her collarbone
jutted out even as his hands moved all over her ripely full breasts.  When
his lips and hungry mouth closed over those toothsome nipples and began
suckling loudly on them, her body nakedly writhed beneath him, moisture
from her juicy sex now gleaming like pearls on the short curly strands of
her pubic hair.  When one of his hands smoothed downwards, she shifted her
lower body so that she could open her thighs for him, allowing him to
easily stroke the fleshy bead of her clit.

   There was a jarring edit to the film and now the girl was on the bed
now, her knees spread shamelessly wide and pulled way back so the guy could
lay between her quivering thighs, cupping her rolling ass in his steadying
hands and had lowered his head.

   "Mmmmmm isn't that hot?" Ethan murmured, watching dreamily as the
dark-haired actor drew his long tongue up his fellow thespian's
dripping-wet slit, lapping up the honeyed moisture from her nectarous
pussy, closing his eyes and savoring both her spicy flavor and the way she
shrieked her unabashed delight.  "I love doing that."

   I tore my eyes away from the cunnilingus going on onscreen to goggle at
my best friend.  "You do that?" I immediately felt stupid for asking the
question, knowing this milestone had been reached a few days beforehand.

   He made no mention of it, simply nodded.  "Erica absolutely loves it ~~
she literally begs me to do it!  And when I am, she turns into a dirty
bitch, telling me to stick my mouth in her pussy and tongue-fuck her hot
cunt.  She's got a very filthy mind, our little Catholic virgin."

   I watched, fascinated, as as the stud hardened his tongue and stabbed
inside his co-star's waiting vagina, drinking down the musky cream before
using his teeth on the hard little bud just atop her slit.  Her pale eyes
aquamarine immediately dark with lust, with need.

   "How does it taste?" I felt that insistent pulse initiating between my
legs.

   Ethan smiled.  "Girls are so worried about that and how it smells. 
Honestly, scent is pretty bland and the taste is salty more than anything
else but I always tell her that she tastes like a peach.  Makes her feel
better about herself, I guess."

   The guy on the screen was still hungrily devouring the girl's pussy,
making her shake.  When he paused, raising his head to stare up at the
blonde, his mouth wet and gleaming, to tell her she tasted like heaven, her
pretty face flushed with genuine pleasure.  They both really looked like
they were mutually enjoying the giving and receiving of oral sex and I
enjoyed watching them, feeling myself shudder with unbidden excitement.

   By now, the guy in the movie was eating his partner up with greedy,
thorough strokes of his swirling tongue.  He stabbed repeatedly into her
gooey split with his stiffened tongue, rotating his thumb against her clit
until her hips rose and fell against him.  She had begun to writhe and the
sounds of her purling whimpers made me achingly aware that I was getting a
serious hard-on.  I couldn't help but squirm in my seat.

   "You know, you don't have to be so uncomfortable," Ethan said quietly.

   "Whatever that means," I mumbled, embarrassed.  The fact the sexy lady
had sunk her little white teeth into her trembling lower lip as her lover
teasingly nibbled and sucked on her clit, rubbing his slippery lingual
organ in circular motions against the swollen nubbin of succulent flesh was
not helping out my precarious situation in the slightest.  Her teeth fell
off her lip and she began moaning like she really liked it a lot, the sound
of her surging pleasure making my penis throb with a sweet, dull ache.

   Ethan sighed.  "You don't have to be shy.  We're both boys."

   I steadfastly ignored him and watched as the buxom blonde fell
completely apart beneath the pornstar's hands, his mouth.  When he started
to thrust two fingers back and forth inside her, twisting his wrist slowly
as he entered her, rotating it back as he pulled out, her explosive climax
detonated within.  That dazed, blind look in her pretty eyes ~~ the flush
that tinted her face and torso a faint rose ~~ her heaving breasts as she
gasped for breath ~~ the fresh floes of girlcum spilling from her quivering
pussy ~~ all, I was quickly learning, the telltale signs of a blissful
female orgasm.  He rode her bucking hips through the maelstrom, coaxing and
soothing until she stilled, her lids lifting and she stared at him with
hazy, hot eyes, a pleased little purr falling from her lips.  He responded
by stiling his fingers, turning them to soothing strokes as her breath
shuddered out of her lungs.

   "Tell you what." Ethan hopped off the bed.  "I'm going to take a shower.
You stay here and...do whatever you want."

   I ignored his salacious wink, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, I
settled back onto the pillow to watch.  There was another ineptly abrupt
piece of editing but despite its amateurish production values, I now knew
why this was Ethan's favorite movie.  The actor was seated on the side of
the bed while the actress was now down on her knees, gazing admiringly up
at him.  In spite of myself, I could understand her lustful appreciation.
His broad shoulders gave way to a sculpted, muscled chest, naked of any
body hair, before tapering down to a narrow waist and flat belly where a
fine line of dark fur grew, arrowing down to his cock.  His penis was
inredibly big, long, and thick, rising from a dense thatch of tangled
pubes. The smooth head of his shaft was ruddy and gleaming from abundant
pre-come, the shaft itself thick and straight.

   The camera switched focus to the actress, the fuzzy dreaminess having
left her eyes ~~ now they held heat, and an endearing shyness.  Her gaze
drifted down to glance at her co-star's cock as he stroked it with an easy,
sure hand.  Her mouth parted and her kittenish tongue slid out to wet her
lush lips, her eyelids drooping while her body visibly started to lean his
way.  His hand slid lazily upwards, briefly closing over the fat glans, his
thumb catching the pearlescent moisture there and spreading it around,
making the tip gleam.

   She sauntered towards him, but when she was within arm's length he
tugged her into a deep kiss, his hands burying in her elaborately teased.
They shared that soulful smooch for a few moments before he aggressively
pushed her down.  I was surprised by how brusquely he treated her but she
didn't seem to mind, her attention focused solely upon him, her attention
and her mouth.  He bucked in surprise when her lips lowered and engulfed
half his length in one ambitious swallow.  "Oh, fuck," he crassly gasped,
one hand still tangled in her dense mane, his eyes staring down in dazed
delight as she without the slightest hesitation began sliding her full lips
up and down his beefy shaft, one hand stroking his big balls.

   Perhaps it was because I heard the rushing water sound of the shower
turning on or perhaps it was on sheer impulse but I reached for the
vibrator.  I held it up, tilting it back and forth.  It was four inches at
most I decided, far smaller than the porno actor's cock, or, for that
matter, the man who had been in the sex dream I had had the previous night.
A vivid, darkly erotic dream in which both Mrs.  Lunsford and an anonymous,
faceless, but somehow familiar man loomed large.  I had awoken, sopping
with sweat, my hand clutching my pulsing erection, my heart thumping.  It
terrified me, terrified too much to confront unresolved issues and desires
that were emerging with the roaring vehemency of a runaway train, and I'd
glibly dismissed it, naively thinking that taking a shower and getting out
of the Lunsford house would release me.

   Looking at the vibrator, I found myself wondering how much of it I could
take into my mouth.  `I just want to know what it feels like,' I lamely
rationalized to myself, knowing deep inside I was fooling myself but the
realization was too frightening so I continued the charade.  `That's all.
It doesn't mean anything.' The dream, the one that was the most intense I
had experienced in my life, had seemingly-inexorably concluded with the man
orally penetrating me.  It was what made the dream so powerful, filled with
both fear and ecstasy.

   In the magical way of dreams, I'd been both the giver and the receiver
of fellative delights.  It was as if I had had two cocks, the one in my own
hungrily slurping mouth and the one between Mrs.  Lunsford's lovely
suckling lips, depending on the scenario.  I could feel their mutual
pleasure along with my own.  I could feel the wet heated grip of a
dexterous tongue and velvety-smooth cheeks massaging my pulsing penis.  At
the same time, I felt full, filled, fulfilled, when taken orally by my
faceless but enticingly well-hung lovers.

   I had intentionally not thought of the dream since I'd been in the
shower and now, had purposefully tried to bury it in my subconscious, but
as I looked at the vibrator, I knew why ~~ I was afraid of my own unspoken
fantasies.  Afraid of the sensuous images I knew would fill my head when I
did.  "Admit it.  Just admit it, man.  You want them.  Both of them." I
realized I was talking out loud.  Well, so what?  I was allowed to talk out
loud.  I was allowed to shove a dildo, nothing more than a simple piece of
molded plastic into my mouth if I felt like it.  It didn't make me...

   I willed my mind to go blank as I touched the vibrator to my quivering
lips, making my mouth an "O" like the girl on the screen and sliding it
slowly in.  The plasticized gel it was made of tasted strange, but I was
taken with the way my lips curled about the sides and my tongue
automatically curled up along the streamlined underside of the dildo.  It
felt strangely erotic and I was only half-aware that I had fished down with
my free hand and started unbuttoning my pants, releasing my rigidly erect
cock.  Almost on a whim, I pushed the vibe in as far in as I, feeling the
tip start to enter my throat.  I could feel my eyes begin to water but I
resisted the impulse, letting the blunted tip nudge down further than I
could believe could before I felt like I was going to gag.  I swallowed
very nearly the whole four inches on my very first try.  Not too bad.

   Feeling restlessly horny, I shifted until I was propped against the
headboard, watching the television screen as the actress sucked her fellow
performer off, his deep moans making my own cock ache and I desperately
wanted to touch myself.  Thankfully I could hear the shower still running
so my hand headed straight down to my own cock.  I was surprised at how
steely hard I was already ~~ I had felt more apprehensive than aroused with
Ethan here, or at least, I thought I had.  My body had different ideas.  My
penis was very swollen, drizzling a huge amount of slick pre-cum, and my
fingers moved in easy circles around the slippery glans.

   On the television screen, the girl was taking progressively more and
more of the actor's thick length into her hungry mouth, her flashing eyes
turned up to him as he reached down to cup her breast and playfully pull at
her nipple.  She was hot and hungry for this, no doubt of that, the
intrusive camera getting a close-up view of her deft tongue moving briskly
back and forth over the mulberry-colored dome, and damn if her enthusiasm
didn't turn me on even more.  I had begun stroking myself relatively
absently, engrossed as I was in the fellatrix's proficient blowjob
technique, the one hand cupping his weighty sac, rolling his balls between
her dexterous fingers, while the other was curled about the base.  This was
rather clever on her part because it dually allowed her to give him both
the additional squeezing pleasure of masturbation as well as putting up a
restriction so her mouth only went down on his prodigious length about
halfway.

   "Suck it, yeah, faster!" the guy on screen hoarsely groaned, holding up
her long curled locks of hair, staring at her profile, shuddering as he
watched her take him in again, her lashes a dark fan against her ivory
cheeks.  And I had a front row seat, my single-minded gaze tracking back
and forth between what the naughty girl was doing with her ravenous mouth.
I watched, entranced, noting what had her hips rolling forward, what had
her strangling a gasp while she began deepthroating his big penis.  Fingers
wrapped snugly around my own shaft, the slow pumping I'd been engaged in
now incrementally quickening to a more feverish pace, I wondered again what
that would feel like, someone's mouth between my legs.  The guy panted and
moaned and rocked and really made it look like it felt incredible and I
found myself imagining that it was Mrs.  Lunsford kneeling down there and I
was in the one in front of her, watching her feasting on my meaty cock,
taking me deep in her throat, and I flushed at the impermissible thought.

   I couldn't help remembering her laying right here, in this very spot,
doing this very thing ~~ masturbating.  Maybe she engaged in wicked sexual
fantasies just as I was, and when my eyes closed I had a vibrant visual of
her mouth, swollen and red, on me, sliding wetly up and down, pausing only
to teasingly lick and suck on my wrinkled sac or nibble and swirl her
tongue around the mushroomy head capping my hard-on.  I opened my eyes and
saw the porno actor's muscular body stiffen as he lost control, groaning as
the actress thirstily swallowed all he had to offer, but my mind was on
Mrs. Lunsford while she watched those two men dually fuck the sexy woman on
TV.

   The intensely erotic memory of seeing her simultaneously dildoing both
her juicy cunny and her tight anus me feel sensuously hot and delectably
tingly all over, and I found myself wanting to see that scene again.  That
was the scene I wanted to come to so I hopped off the bed, achingly aware
of my very swollen erection bouncing heavily with each step, and stopped
the tape.  With trembling fingers I put in the one Mrs.  Lunsford had been
watching last night.  It was cued up to right after that scene, and I
realized she must have turned it off at that point.  Using the remote, I
rewound it, but instead of finding that ménage a trois scene again, I
discovered I had gone far beyond to where the muscular dark-haired man had
begun performing the lusty blowjob on his blonde male lover.

   At first I reached for the fast-forward button, but something stopped
me. The illicit image of the gorgeous men engaged in homosexual depravity
somehow deeply appealed to me, and my cock throbbed longingly.  At first I
tried to convince myself it wasn't really the pornographic scene that was
alluring but the intimate knowledge that, for some reason, this was the
scene that Mrs.  Lunsford found exciting, that it was what had initiated
her onanistic pleasures, pushing her to the brink and beyond.  Using a
rather byzantine logic, I rationalized that by orgasming while watching it
I would somehow relive the night before by proxy.  And there was a certain
degree of truth in that, but I'm sure you know that wasn't the whole truth.

   Leaping back on to the bed, I once more began to pump my throbbing cock,
pulling my erection quickly back to its familiar fully engorged state. 
Propping myself up on his pile of pillows, I watched the sexy fellatio
action, blotting out the intensity of my turbulent emotions, the utter
sweetness and naked longing I was confusedly experiencing for both men and
women, using the image of Mrs.  Lunsford watching the homoerotic activities
to tamp down my own urges into something more manageable and less
terrifying.  Free to act on my own, I promptly began drooling, licking my
lips, thirsting to suck the big penis of that cute blonde stud giving it so
good to his partner.  I murmured, "So hot," desperately longing to suck the
delicious cocks of both those beautiful men.

   I could hear the shower still running, but I knew Ethan wouldn't be much
longer.  My self-loving hands rubbed faster, watching in astonishment as
the dark-haired stud deepthroated his horse-hung lover with seeming ease,
employing smacking lips, whirring tongues and massaging cheeks in
synchronous rhythm to thrill his panting lover.  I had always imagined that
sucking cock was a degrading act, demeaning both the performer and the one
acted upon, but now, seeing the blushes coloring both men's cheeks, the
flushed pink their naked bodies hued, the tender, loving way they stroked
one another, I was taken aback by the raw intimacy on display.  What had
once seemed like aberrant perversion now seemed so good, so natural, so
right...

   The vibrator was resting against my hip and I glanced down at it,
curious.  Would it get me there faster?  I inquisitively wondered.  I
grabbed the phallic-shaped toy, turning the knob on the bottom to turn the
device on, making it emit a rather loud mechanical hum.  My breath catching
in my throat in my flourishing excitement, I pressed the vibrating textured
head to the bulbous helm cresting my spearing erection, The radiant burst
of exhilarating sensation was so electrifying that I pulled it away
immediately, gasping out loud.  My whole body buzzed with the voltaic
pleasures and a wash of nacreous pre-cum bubbled up in a glistening pearl
in the deep split of my globular glans.  My God, was this how women felt
when they masturbated their pussies with vibrators?  No wonder they liked
it so well!

   The electromagnetic delectation I'd experienced proved as addictive as
any illegal narcotic and I was unable to resist as I found the blunted tip
of my rampant erection with the vibrating pink head again, the vibrations
neither too strong or too weak but simply perfect.  "Oh god," I whispered,
watching the lustful scene on the TV through half-closed eyes, being
carried away by the glorious sensation between my thighs.  I'd never felt
anything so good, so exquisite and it only became better as I spread my own
natural lubrication over the plum-like head.  As soon as the plump dome was
saturated with the unctuous fluid, I circled around once before sliding
down the beefy shaft, discovering the uniquely breathless delights that
were summoned when I probed the tremoring toy into my tender scrotum.

   At the end of this exploratory excursion, I tantalizingly touched the
entire glans and its fleshy ridge, drawing the vibrator back and forth
across the hypersensitive area in much the same fashion as a bow is drawn
across cello strings.  The electroconvulsive blisses jolting down the
length and breadth of my pulsating cock, resounding in my tautening
testicles and reverberating even lower, were excruciatingly euphoric.  The
addictive ecstasy ran riot through my reeling nervous system, making my
lower torso churn and heave to the dynamic sensations.

   With my whole body overwhelmed by the raw pleasures I was experiencing
vibrating through my obscenely-swollen penis, there was never a question to
even slightly resist the salacious temptations that inexorably arose. 
Craving ever more, I changed to a heavier stroke, using just the vibrator
tip.  I slowly circled the flaring ridge of the chubby knob, pushing up and
pulling down the taut skin before I slid the oscillating tip up and down in
the groove splitting the glossy glans.  The resulting reverberations
rumbling up my blood-engorged shaft were so intense I could feel the entire
length of my erection trembling with them.

   On the screen, I once more saw the red-haired actress had joined the two
naked men, positioning her lovely face in the clean-shaven cleavage of the
dark-haired stud's well-shaped ass.  When she splayed his buns as far apart
as she could, it revealed the starred hollow of his naked nether hole.  She
brazenly ran her fluttering tongue over him, sheening his anal opening with
a generous amount of slippery spittle as he moaned his salacious delight.
And then she did something I must have missed due to being distracted by
Mrs.  Lunsford's sexy masturbation, something I thought to be incredibly
dirty but that held me in perverse enchantment, Bunching two fingers
together, she penetrated him, sodomizing him with slow, easy strokes.  It
was incredibly nasty and I instantly knew I had to do it myself!

   I dropped my aching cock long enough to look over and open the small
drawer in the nightstand, recalling from the night before that Mrs. 
Lunsford had utilized a tube of lubricant during the night and that this
would be the most likely place she would keep the relatively innocuous
product.  I rummaged through the various and sundries before finding the
VasoLube.  With shaking hands I squeezed a generous dollop of the
glistening gel onto my fingers, lathering them in the glutinous jelly. 
Rampant erection once more in my rhythmically massaging fingers, I reached
my thoroughly-lubed hand under myself, slowly drawing my fingertips along
my tender perineum a few times, watching and feeling the exhilarating
response in my cock.  The orbicular head had darkened to a pomegranate hue,
the deep purple made all the more rich by the precum dripping out, the
glans so bloated that it seemed poised to explode at a moment's notice.

   In the back of my mind I heard the shower go off and knew I couldn't
waste any more time with foreplay, no matter how deliciously exciting it
was proving to be so I boldly went lower, daringly rimming my defenseless
rear hole.  It felt indescribably good, little shudders of taboo pleasure
radiating outwards.  Holding my breath, feeling my heart-thumping painfully
loudly in my chest, I pressed into myself.  Much slimmer than a real penis,
it slid in easily to the first knuckle, the elastic ring of inner muscle
snapping in snugly, and didn't hurt at all.  I pushed it in farther, taking
the modest length of it.  To my shock, it didn't feel debasing or
bestializing or even sleazy but so lusciously good, so natural and right.
Acting solely on impulse, I quickly added a second finger, and while I now
discovered a slight sense of discomfort, at the same time it was dazzlingly
erotic.

   A loud grunt from the television grabbed my attention and I raised my
eyes to see the blonde stud kneeling behind the crouching dark-haired man,
blondie driving his lust-thickened penis into his lover's openly gaping
anus.  There were no crude obscenities spoken, the only sound being
sweat-soaked muscle smacking wetly into sweat-soaked muscle and
distinctively masculine grunts and groans betraying the homoerotic bliss
both were submersed in.  For the first time I truly understood what that
meant.  When I began thrusting my twin fingers in and out in time with
their sodomizing motions, lustful sensations ignited then fired up within
me.  I moaned in stunned ecstasy when I ascertained an exquisitively
sensitive spot nestled deep in a hidden recess inside me.  Amazed by this
startling discovery, I began rubbing and stroking over this precious spot
with a variety of motions and tempos, breathing deeply in a hopeless
attempt to keep my fiery arousal in check.

   The reality of being fucked in the ass, even if it was just my fingers,
felt even better than in the sexual dream I had been subjected to the
previous night.  Unbidden, the images from the sexual dream of Mrs. 
Lunsford and the faceless man, both naked and in my arms, at my feet,
looming over me with sweet pussy dripping and big cock bobbing, scrolled
through my mind like a silent movie.  There had been a series of disjointed
sexual encounters, but I recalled the two of them, licking, sucking,
stroking my swollen penis and swaying balls until I was in a near-frenzy of
nearly unbearable pleasure.  Much of it was still fuzzy, but I distinctly
remembered at one point the man had come on me.  Much to my surprise, I
hadn't been disgusted by another man's semen.  On the contrary, I'd nearly
come myself from his warm, wet tongue gliding over my chest and belly,
licking away every drop...

   I focused on the alluring physical sensations ~~ both my bunched
together fingers filling me, and the combination of the sleek friction of
my hand moving rapidly over his shaft accentuated by the entrancing
vibrations coming off the dildo, punctuating my debauched pleasure by
watching the action onscreen.  The blonde was now thrusting hard into his
male lover, grunting and straining with the herculean effort, then threw
back his head and roared as he came, his muscular form convulsing with his
tumultuous rapture as he squirted his ejaculate into the other man's
thoroughly-ravished anus.  I had seen all that before, but what I didn't
catch, probably because I was writhing in my own orgasm at that point, was
the camera cut to the red-haired actress, who was playing openly with her
delectable vagina.  Suddenly, all I could think about was Mrs.  Lunsford
dildoing her own juicy pussy, her sexy naked body wracked with pleasure as
she double-dildoed herself watching this movie.

   "Oh, I'm gonna come!" I whimperingly moaned, the spark that had flared
to life in my loins now a seething holocaust as I watched the actress
frantically diddling her swollen clit.  I closed my eyes, then, my fingers
flying over my cock in time to the sexy scenario playing out in my head. 
The seductive image of Mrs.  Lunsford spasmodically undulating on her bed
replayed before me, gushes of creamy girlcum spilling from her juicy pussy,
filling my head.  And then it was changing, morphing into the aphrodisiacal
fantasy of me kneeling between her splayed legs, pressing the mushroomy
head of my big cock to her fleshy clit while behind me, just where I was
ramming my fingers, was a real cock, attached to a hot, muscular body, and
it was that image that sent me skyrocketing into nirvana.

   "Come all over me, Mrs.  Lunsford," I whispered breathlessly, imagining
her pussy, possessively clutching me in its infinitely intimate embrace of
sultry heat and steamy wetness, clung to me while the faceless stud ramming
into my squeezing anus began to spray his cum, thick and creamy, streaming
hot, rhythmic blasts right against my `thrill spot'.  I couldn't hold back
anymore, and the vibrator buzzing along my throbbing cock along with my
fingers sawing relentlessly into my back hole catapulted me over the ragged
edge.  When I came, I came hard, a loud guttural cry wrenched from my lips
as I began rocking wildly, my whole body going crazy with the delirious
sensation, The first two creamy gushes of my own hot cum spurted out in
long creamy ribbons.  I gasped at the sheer power of my squirts, the
coruscating detonations of eruptive ecstasy surging through my veins
mirrored by the next few blasts, sumptuously sweet but decelerating in
power, gobs of thick ejaculate landing progressively on my sweat-dripping
chest then my belly then my loins.  The last release weakly seeped out of
my wilting erection and sluggishly oozed down my rapturously trembling
penis.

   "Mmmmm, I bet that felt good." Ethan's husky voice was right next to my
ear, kneeling next to me, wrapped in a towel, his hair wet.  Caught
unawares, I gasped, flinging the vibrator onto the bed.  Believe it or not,
the first thing was not that he had caught me in flagrante delicto, semen
was dripping down my naked torso like icing drizzled over coffeecake, but
that he had seen me watching a gay porno.  To my heart-thudding relief, the
movie had progressed to where the red-headed actress was stripping off her
clothes for her two equally naked costars.

   But it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea how long he had been
there?  And it occurred to me that him seeing me watch a gay porno was
actually not the worst thing he could have witnessed.  Had he heard what I
said about his mother!?  I felt flustered and anxious that I just couldn't
tell ~~ his eyes were veiled, but he looked different, somehow, and was
definitely looking at me with an intensity that I'd never seen before.

   "You changed the tape, huh?" he remarked, walking over and ejecting it,
putting `In Diana Jones and the Temple of Poon' back in.

   "I... just..." Still breathless from my blood-bubbling orgasm, I
struggled to find a rational explanation, feeling hot and flushed with an
odd mixture of mortified embarrassment and an intangible excitement. 
"Didn't want you to forget to put that one... back in..."

   "Ohhhhh yeah," Ethan breathed as he hit `play'.  It was still at the
scene where the pretty girl was sucking the well-endowed stud's big cock.
"This is my favorite part."

   It was just then, as he turned back towards me to return to the bed,
that Ethan let the towel draped around his hips fall to the floor.  Now,
I'd seen Ethan naked two hundred times before, but not like this, never
like this.  Now I noticed every minute detail as my eyes traveled over his
nude body.  His vividly-blue eyes and lightning-bright smile, tautly
muscular pecs matched by powerful biceps and deeply cut abdominals.  But
the truth was my lusty gaze was basically glued to his impressive manhood,
long and thick, sprouting from the puff of curls on his pubic mound. 
Again, I'd seen his penis many, many times, but this was the first time I'd
seen him, or any other man, for that matter, in a semi-erect state.  Now,
instead of the organ seeming almost like an afterthought, it made him look
like he belonged in a barn, not a home, with that monstrous thing.  This
was no longer a mere penis but a true-to-life cock, thick and heavy as a
slab of raw beef, exuding potent masculine virility, almost menacing in its
daunting proportions and near-bestial appearance.

   "Have you ever tasted your own precum?" he asked, crawling up next to me
on the bed.  Dazed by what was happening, I dumbly shook my head no as he
stretched out next to me on a pillow and reached down between his legs. 
Without the slightest hint of self-consciousness, he swirled his thumb
through the rivulet of pre-seminal juices flowing freely from the bulbous
dome capping the heavily-veined stalk then lifted the moist digit to his
watering mouth.  Astounded beyond words by what was happening in front of
my disbelieving eyes, I just stared as he suggestively lapped up the
glistening fluid.

   "You should try it," he breathily whispered, moaning as he reached down
and gave himself a squeeze He was going to masturbate.  Incredulity flared
through my system at the epiphanic realization as he began to touch himself
with sensuously slow strokes.  His fingers curled possessively around the
beefy shaft, barely circling it's daunting circumference, before sliding on
the glossy skin up and down, index and thumb covering and uncovering the
purplish head of his swelling penis.  I was amazed he didn't reach over for
some VasoLube like I was usually forced to use or run the risk of badly
chafed and sore skin but the voluminous amount of precum spilling out made
the salmon-pink wetly gleam as he stroked up and down with no apparent need
of additional artificial lubrication.  "God, look at how good she does
that... watch her little pink tongue... swiping back and forth like that...
clever girl ... licking him right on the tip of his big dick..."

   I nodded, but I wasn't looking at the screen, I was watching Ethan.  I
honestly tried not to, didn't want him to catch me being a dirty voyeur,
but I couldn't help it.  First off, his focus was intently riveted on the
lusty blowjob going on on the television, allowing me to I observe him
without him really paying any attention at all.  Needless to say, I'd never
seen another guy jacking off and for some mystifying reason I was entranced
by the sight of it.  My heart started to race and I fought to breathe
evenly as his hand tantalizingly stroked all that firm, succulent flesh,
moving slow and easy, almost lazily from tip to base.

   Ethan suddenly let out a ragged whimper and when I looked to the
television to see what had elicited such a response, I found the sexy
couple onscreen had switched over to the classic doggystyle position, the
well-hung stud brushing his knobby glans against her well-lubricated anal
entrance.  I turned again and found my best friend blindly groping next to
him, searching until he was grasping both the vibrator and the tube
VasoLube.

   "Did you put this inside you?" he asked bluntly, not looking towards me
as he licked his parched lips, lust-dazzled eyes glued to the screen.  I
didn't answer him, couldn't, but I watched wide-eyed as he liberally
slathered the slippery lubrication all over the streamlined sextoy.  Still
rhythmically stroking his jutting cock, paying close attention to
titillating the plump glans, he opened his legs and tilted his hips
upwards. Then he brashly brought the buzzing vibe down towards his nether
hole, allowing the humming vibrations to sensuously massage all around and
over that forbidden orifice, now quivering in eager anticipation.

   On the screen, the girl was still up on her knees, reaching around to
open up the plush globes of her shapely ass, waiting to be filled.  The
guy's cock was straight-up hard as he rubbed it up and down her rear
cleavage before sinking half of his pythonic organ into her
tightly-grasping hole.

   "God, I wanna fuck," Ethan whispered as he moved the buzzing vibrator
down over his perineum until it was poised against his hotly clenching butt
hole, while he wiggled back against it as though hungry to have it ripping
into his lust-crazed body.  He was breathing hard now, his whole muscular
body nakedly trembling with debauched excitement, but he held back to
torment himself.  My mind was spinning with unbelieving fascination and I
gaped in incredulous disbelief when he began slowly pushing the pink head
between the demure anal lips.  My whole body flushed as it started to
disappear between them.  He was putting it inside of him, very slowly but
deliberately plowing into the narrow channel of his rectum.

   Ethan paused for a moment when his resistant sphincterial muscles
clenched, tightening defiantly about the jellied invader.  I thought he
might be put off by his body's intrinsic reluctance to such unnatural
perversion, but my best friend proved innovative, subtly stroking and
churning with a variety of motions and tempos until he quelled the
rebellious internal muscles and resumed probing.  I had always felt rather
ambivalent about anal penetration but now, seeing the gelled dong
stretching his tender entrance gapingly wide as inch by inch it disappeared
inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh, I had a sudden insight into
its wicked appeal.  I had tried to resist, but when I witnessed that he had
all five inches planted inside him., I was shocked by the unwanted reaction
that came from my own burning loins...

   It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but as I observed both Ethan's
onanistic stroking of his large, thick erection as well as his starting to
drive the plasticized phallus in and out of his back passage, pressing past
the pink folds of his anal flesh and coming out with the clingy membranes
with every stroke, a forbidden thought crossed my mind.  I suddenly
wondered what it would feel like to have another man's penis inside me ~~
and that "wondered" soon became "wanted".  My conscious mind rebelled but
my impulsive body responded, the conflagration in my wickedly pulsating
cock, now as hard and rigid as a block of quarried granite, blazing hot and
out of control.

   "Yeah, fuck that's good," Ethan murmured impassionedly, his expression
one of such lusting ecstasy that I was filled with reluctant awe.  He had
begun fucking himself deep and hard, sawing in and out of his heated rectal
depths, the wetly-gleaming pink dildo disappearing to the very hilt.  I was
near-hypnotized, openly staring at the buzzing vibrator disappearing into
the hungry depths of his madly sucking ass with harder and harder lunges. I
was being tortured, partly by my lifelong friend's lewd groans and cries of
shameless pleasure but also by the tantalizing memory of how good those
electroconvulsive buzzes felt on my sensitive balls and the tender flesh
just millimeters above my own anus.  My own cock was vibrantly responding,
zinging with erotic sensation, and when I began to stroke my own cock in a
simultaneous rhythm with Ethan, it was the realization of such shared
intimacy that sent thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through my
lust-inflamed body.

   "Oh that's so good," he whispered, his hips rocking on the creaking bed
as his whole body twisted and rolled.  His heated moans and cries along
with the pornographic imagery of his insatiable self-sodomizing sent me
sinking into pure erotic feeling.  All of my consciousness became focused
on satisfying my one overwhelming need and I couldn't stop touching myself,
rubbing faster and faster in perfect synchronicity with his hand
selfstroking up and down in increasingly faster thrusts.  My dazed eyes
flicked from our mutual masturbation to his nether hole, watching him
fucking himself with the diildo, the thick plastic pacifier spreading wide
the narrow canal as it drove with terrifying speed into the darkened depths
of his rectum, and imagining how good it must feel.  He moaned louder, took
his hand off his cock just long enough to grab the remote off the bed and
hit the `fast forward' button.

   "Watch this part," he whispered to me, not looking away from the TV as
he hit the `play' button a moment later.  I somewhat-disinterestedly
glanced at the screen, where the guy was anally pounding the porn actress
from behind, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose each time he
humped against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks.  The girl was
whimperingly moaning and the guy was groaning raspily, too, matching
Ethan's gravelly groans, as he slammed into her again and again, his big
balls swinging forward with such forceful momentum they made a loud noise
slapping wetly against her moistly quivering vagina.  I could hear a
tightness in his voice, something tense and waiting to be let loose.

   Every muscle in my body was seized by a quivering tautness as I hung for
a moment of time on the ragged edge of ultimate release.  I was close ~~ so
very close the inexorably building crest that I sought ~~ but what I had so
far simply wasn't enough.  But seeing the dildo flashing in and out of
Ethan's anus was what I needed, I thought, and I moved my long fingers
rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided my buttocks.  Groping into
the hairless valley, I aimed for and found the tight rubbery mouth of my
anus and, carefully placing my forefinger against the puckered little hole,
I pushed through the tight resistance, the hot sphincter muscles of my anal
passage grabbing my unlubricated digit like a hungry octopus.  I
immediately began thrusting it in and out with an urgency born of frantic
need, focused on the way my butt hole tightened around the invading digits,
legs kicking up and back as I arched my own undulating ass into the air
again and again.

   As Ethan and I mutually stroked, I watched him playing his tasty cock
like a finely tuned instrument now, long, broad fingers flashing over his
deliciously thick shaft from tip to base, fingertips strumming over the
throbbing glans.  Beads of sweat dotted his writhing body, and when I
noticed a crystalline droplet clinging to his adorably tiny nipple, I had a
sudden urge to lick it off.  The taboo thought made me feel faint, a surge
of soul-shatteringly sensual heat spearing my body like a bolt of
lightning, but resisted and controlled the urge by rubbing myself faster,
my breath matching his, both of us gasping and panting.

   "Ohhhhhh I'm coming!" Ethan suddenly cried out, his narrow hips arching
then bucking as a thick stream of creamy semen erupted from the tip of his
spasming cock, the streamer rising high before splattering on his heaving
chest.  `Oh man, let me taste!' The unbidden thought came and though I
quickly dismissed it I was unable to take my eyes from the erotic sight. 
His hand relentlessly pumped the vibrator into his twitching rectum as he
continued to shoot volley after volley of his hot, thick cum all over his
lower torso, the last ejaculation messily coating his rough hand.

   Though my eyes had never left Ethan's climaxing body throughout his
tumultuous release, his eyes had never left the screen.  The stud had
pulled out of the thoroughly ravished rectum he had been buttfucking so
hard, grunting and groaning with salacious pleasure as he started to come.
He now had his cyclopean erection in his pumping fist, shooting his
buttery-rich cum in long, hot jets up over the raised ass of the sexy
starlet.  It fell in thick strands, some pooling in her lower back, most of
it beginning to drip down the crack of her ass toward her pussy.  I'd
assumed that to be sodomized by such an oversized penis would be an
incredibly unpleasant experience, but as I saw his semen dribble down her
intensively plundered nether hole, I saw it merge with a slow river of
girlcum flowing from the pink folds of her pussy, that feminine nectar
looking exactly the same as Mrs.  Lunsford's...

   Just thinking of the object of my forbidden desire was too much for me.
My two hands had been moving in unison as they each worked frantically on
their respective tasks, one driving wetly over the heatedly throbbing
length of my cock, while the other countered with a penetrating lunge into
my welcoming rectum.  Oh, God, I thought, and I bucked once, twice...  and
then I was cumming!  For a fraction of a second that lasted an eternity, I
was paralyzed by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that jolted and surged
through me, made me achingly aware of my ass clenching the fingers buried
deep within my hole.  I wanted to scream out my outrageous delight as great
gobs of semen flew out in a tremendous rush, splattering hotly on my
twitching abdominals, but I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.  I
satisfied my nameless urges by losing myself in my body trembling violently
with my rampageous orgasm, jerking and bucking with its madding force. 
When my naked thigh brushed against the soft skin of Ethan's bare leg, the
shuddery sensation made my intense orgasmic ecstasy even sweeter.

   My orgasm had been unspeakably thrilling but as the hallucinogenic
pleasures began subsiding, I felt drained and terribly confused.  I glanced
over and saw Ethan had turned off the vibrator but looked remarkably serene
considering everything that had just happened, soothingly stroking his
semen-spattered stomach and thighs with his hands, a roseate flush still
tingeing his handsome face, eyes soporifically closed.  The adult movie was
still going so I grabbed the remote and hit the stop button, the
pornographic sight now almost a visual assault, too raw, too intense in the
wake of my disturbingly sweet climax.

   "You were right, Sebastian" Ethan murmured, looking at me through
half-opened, moony eyes.  He seemed completely unfazed by what had just
happened.  I fervently wished I could have said the same, my agitated mind
in a disquieted turmoil.  "You told my mother that we'd be good ~~ but that
wasn't just good... it was fucking fantastic." Flustered by the fact that
not only was I naked but that I was also splotched with streaks of
freshly-spilled cum, I stood up, and flusteredly searched for my trousers,
hastily yanking them up.  "Listen, man, I better get home and ..  you know,
change." The words sounded awkward and lame even to my ears.

   He frowned, leaning up on his elbows.  Jesus, why did I keep looking at
his penis?  "You wanna hang out later?"

   "Call me." I turned so he wouldn't see how crimson my burning face was
getting as I bolted toward the door.

   The vividly erotic images I'd been exposed to over the past twenty-four
hours ~~ the lurid adult magazines, the pornographic movies, Mrs.  Lunsford
sensuously masturbating, Ethan shamelessly pumping his butt with a vibrator
~~ flashed through my head as I walked home.  I knew that I could never
unimagine them, could never wash my formerly-chaste mind clean of their
degrading filth ~~ and the scariest thing was that I found that I didn't
really want to.