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The Conquest of Greg
by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)
***
We all fantasise over someone we can’t have, whether it
is be someone at work, a neighbour or just someone we
see on the street. Just sometimes, that fantasy becomes
a reality. (MM, voy, mast, oral, anal, 1st-bi-expr)
***
There is this little inbuilt mechanism in most of us
that stops us from wanting sex with members of our own
family. There are good reasons genetically why that is
a good thing but as everyone knows sometimes we do not
follow the rules!
Of course this group of people we should not want to
have sex with extends beyond family and, as it spreads
out, it weakens. We really don’t always get attracted
to aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces, neighbours,
children and often people at work. Now of course, we
all know that there are people who DO desire sex with
aunt, uncles, nephews, nieces, cousins, neighbours and
also their own immediate family.
That desire can be as strong for them, as it is not for
others. Well the bad news to all of you, is that this
is not an incest story. It does cover the ground of the
"forbidden fruit." That is, desiring strongly to have
sexual contact with someone you can’t and probably
shouldn’t anyway.
Greg was a neighbour. Greg was absolutely stunningly
beautiful, 6 feet tall, 25 years old, newly married,
short reddish blonde hair, athletic build (but didn’t
really do much in the way of athletics), and one of my
friends. The problem here was that I was 23, living
with a girlfriend, 5 feet 9 inches tall, dark brown
hair and not bad looking for my age.
Greg was straight as they come and me, well I was sort
of straight. If you call an active sex life with most
of the guys at boarding school and many of the girls,
straight – then I’m straight.
The thing is that though I love screwing women, I get
really impatient. It takes so long so get into their
pants and even then they often "get a headache" just as
your cock is about to explode. Now I find that guys get
erect and just do it!
We had a small bungalow in the North West of England.
The town was semi-rural which meant that entertainment
involved travelling and that usually meant no alcohol
unless we could persuade someone to drive.
Lisa, my girlfriend of 2 years was my age. She was
fortunate to have a father who was wealthy and had
bought her a house. I had met her at boarding school
and though the fees were expensive my father, a lawyer,
had just managed to afford them whereas Lisa’s father
could have probably bought the school.
Greg and Marion had been married for around 4 years and
had saved to buy their little bungalow. They were
trying hard for a first child. They were our next door
neighbours and had quickly become friends of both Lisa
and I. We had spent a lot of time together socially.
Greg was a telecommunications electrician with a cable
company and had a decent salary. I was training to be a
pharmacist and was working at a hospital about 15 miles
away.
I won’t dwell too much on our cosy little social life
but when I had the opportunity to see Greg in any stage
of undress, I had to watch him. Of course I also had to
be careful too. I had never actually seen his cock but
all instances of seeing him in any erotic pose left a
photographic imprint on my mind.
Such as:
• Working in his shorts in the garden and when he took
a breather, seeing up his legs to the white liner
covering his balls.
• See him in his tight jeans with the promise of a
sizeable box between his legs
• Listening while he told me stories of his early sex
life with Marion and how he could cum three times on
the trot.
• Glancing over to his bathroom window and seeing his
naked outline as he stepped out of the shower – the
frosted glass making sure I could not make out anything
more.
• Seeing him naked at his bedroom window with that
little wisp of hair on his chest and knowing there was
nothing below but being blocked by the window ledge
from actually seeing his cock
• Catching him bend over to load his car or in the
garden and catching sight of the waistband of his
Calvin Klein white boxer briefs.
• Seeing his underwear out on the line to dry on wash
day (how I wished I had the courage to steal a pair for
my own secret wank sessions).
I presume by now you have the hang of my fantasy. In
front of him, his wife and my girlfriend, I was one of
the lads and his pal, while I secretly craved some
sexual contact with him. Greg was straight, of that
there was no doubt and I realised my fantasy was going
to stay as that – a fantasy!
One day, Greg and Marion arrived at our door with the
good news. She was pregnant and all his hard work and
shagging had paid off. She was now going to have a
baby. Marion immediately went into "mother mode." No
alcohol, no late nights, room to be decorated, fewer
nights out with the lads and the evening sessions of a
meal and drink at our place turned into "afternoon tea"
and home for bed at 9.00 pm.
Greg did not seem too happy and craved our rare nights
out. He was constantly torn between "having another
drink," and "I’d better not as I’ll need to get back
home."
On one of our nights out, he got completely smashed. We
were sitting in a corner of our favourite of the three
bars in town and he was slouched down in his chair. His
jeans had ridden up and his balls were tantalisingly
packed down his left leg and the shape of his cock
could clearly be seen on top of them through the
fabric.
"Three bloody months," He exclaimed. "That’s how long."
"She’s turned into a bloody virgin."
I was wakened out of my trance with the word "virgin,"
and asked him to repeat. It seems that from the moment
of the birth announcement, poor Greg had been without
sex.
"Worse than that," he said. "She won’t even let me have
a wank. Says it’s disgusting. Three bloody months," He
repeated. "Never gone more than a week in the past."
I took him home and suffered a tirade from Marion for
the state he was in.
It was about three weeks later that we heard the news
that Marion had miscarried. They were both distraught
and it took a few months more before they seemed to
settle back to their former selves and started to visit
us again. Marion was drinking more than I can remember
and so was Greg. It was on one of their visits when he
and I were sitting on an Autumn night in the garden in
the dark when he told me it was now 7 months since he
had had sex.
"My cock’s going to shrivel up and die," he said. "I
can’t go and find a prostitute. It’s just not my way,"
he said. "I’m just so permanently horny. You must know
what it feels like. How long were you at boys’ boarding
school before you went to the mixed one?"
"Three years," I said.
"So what did you do?" He asked.
I tried to divert the conversation but the drink was
now talking.
"Well you know what lads are like," I said.
"No," He replied.
"We just kept each other amused on the long Winter
nights," I joked.
"You wanked other guys off?" he said incredulously.
"Well... we were young and horny," I replied as if to
exonerate myself.
"What did you do?"
"Not sure we should be discussing this," I said, a
little worried as to how he might view me if he heard
too much.
"What did you do?" He repeated as though he hadn’t
heard a word.
"Well, we wanked together... and sometimes each other.
We would even suck each other... sometimes in twos or
even threes or fours."
"Did you suck anyone off?" He asked.
"Well yes, a couple of times," I lied as it was more
like a couple of hundred times.
"Did you even get fucked in the ass?" He said, moving
the conversation up a notch.
"Some guys did it," I sidestepped.
"Did you ever get fucked in the ass?" He repeated like
a cracked gramophone record.
"Well I received and gave a couple of times," I
replied.
"Wow! The secret life of Mark Weston," Looking at me
with his eyes like saucers. "Never done anything like
that in my life – never even thought about it."
He sat looking into the middle distance and then just
as quickly started talking about football.
Suddenly he said, "Do you ever look at guys now and
think you would like to do something?"
"Sometimes but I am happily settled with Lisa," I
replied.
"Yeh, course you are," He said and winked.
I wasn’t sure what the wink was meant to mean but
Marion stumbled through and sat beside us looking very
drunk. Lisa had gone to bed it seemed.
"I’d better get to bed now," he said. "Think I might
get my wicked way now she’s passed out." He nodded over
to Marion who was indeed, sound asleep and slouched in
the garden chair.
"Let me give you a hand with her," I said.
I ran into the house and found Lisa tucked up and
asleep then back out to the garden, pulling the door
behind me as I went. Greg and I took an arm each over
our shoulders and carried Marion back to his house. The
way was slow as he kept stumbling too.
When we got her inside, we went through to the bedroom
and dumped her on to the bed. I went to put some lights
on in the living area and when I got back, Greg had
lifted her skirt, pulled down her briefs and was
fingering her exposed gash.
"I had better leave you to it," I said.
"No, come here," he said.
I walked over and he took my hand and guided it between
her legs. He held my finger and pushed it into her.
"I don’t think this is very fair on Marion," I said.
"Do you think she is fair with me then?" He said in an
indignant tone. "What pleasure is there in humping a
corpse anyway? I need action and my cock sucked." He
looked at me in a funny way. "Suck me Mark!"
"What?!" I asked. Though the earlier conversation had
been erotic, it had not actually crossed my mind that
he was thinking of action in any way.
He started to unclip his jeans and pulled them down.
There before me were the Calvin Kleins in all their
glory and filled with what nature had intended. His
cock was straining at the front causing an obscene
triangular shape with a damp patch at the end.
"You’ve done it before and I really need some help
here," he continued.
The Calvins were down and the most beautiful piece of
uncut cock stood upright before me. It was about 7
inches long but thick. The skin at the end gently
pulled back with the strain of the erection to reveal a
pink head beneath, still half covered. His hair was
restricted to the pubic area with a wisp heading up to
his navel and the balls hung slightly red and well
below his body. He was stroking it up and down and a
little bulb of pre-cum appeared on the end before being
caught up with the up and down movement of his hand.
The picture before me was bizarre. Marion was lying on
the bed with her legs wide open and her cunt exposed.
He was lying right beside her, masturbating and saying,
"Suck it please."
I pulled my trousers off without saying a word and
wearing only a t-shirt, my hard 7.5 inch cock in hand,
I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hand.
I licked the end and swirled my tongue round it and
under the foreskin. His cock jumped to a stiffness that
made it feel like an iron rod.
"Oh yessss!" He hissed out from between his teeth.
I cupped his balls and started to suck him up and down,
swallowing as much of his delicious cock as I could. I
licked his balls and let my tongue trace up his body to
his nipples. I licked back down and opened his legs,
letting my tongue run round his anus.
"Jeeesus, that’s fucking magic," he exclaimed with his
legs opening wider.
My finger started to explore his hole and he whimpered
as I did so. He wasn’t getting off Scot free though. I
clambered up to him and sat astride his chest, offering
him my stiff cock. He looked at it as it dangled on to
his nose and then tentatively took it in his hand. His
grip was nothing special but after three years of
waiting it was fantastic to me. I was glad I had been
drinking or I am sure he would have had a face full of
cum within seconds.
I pushed my cock to his lips, took both hands to the
back of his head, and forced my cock into his mouth. I
started to face-fuck him. I looked down at this
straight subject of my dreams and over to his wife
lying beside him and noticed that his finger was still
sliding in and out of her cunt. I found it so erotic.
Suddenly he pushed me off and I thought that was it.
However, he pulled off his jeans and pushed me back on
the bed face down. He parted my cheeks and to my
absolute surprise, started to rim me. His hand was
between my legs, stroking my cock backwards towards
him. Next I felt his cock against my hole.
With only saliva for lubricant I thought it was going
to be a long and painful journey. I was surprised with
his pre-cum and saliva, how easily the 7 inches slid
into me. I was facing Marion’s open cunt and used the
opportunity to push my tongue deep into her while her
husband fucked me. He then rolled me over and lifted my
legs into the air so I could see him as he fucked.
To my absolute surprise, he pushed his face down to
mine and kissed me on the lips. Between kisses he said,
"It’s been so long."
The fucking was getting frantic and I took my own cock
in hand to keep up with him. He tensed and I felt his
cock expand inside me followed by a wet warmth as I
felt each spurt fire into my hole accompanied by a hard
thrust and grunt from Greg.
"Don’t cum," he said. "I need more."
He left me lying on the bed and he walked to the
bathroom and washed the cum off the end of his cock as
I watched. My cock was aching to cum and I was scared
we might disturb Marion. He didn’t seem frightened or
even guilty.
As he walked back, his cock swung between his legs and
looked as though it had only half deflated. He walked
across to me and took my cock in his mouth. His sucking
was not of the highest calibre and I had to keep
stopping him as his teeth caught my foreskin. It was
still wonderful and he brought me very close. I could
cum in his mouth as I felt that would scare the living
daylights out of him.
Next he sat astride me and pushed his now revitalised
organ back into my mouth, stroking it with his hand as
he did so. He leaned backwards and gripped mine with
his right hand. He started to stroke as his cock
slipped in and out of my mouth.
Greg came again, still with some force and though not
all went in my mouth, the familiar taste of male semen
washed around my tongue and my cock erupted with a
force that splattered on Greg’s back and sprayed over
his shoulder to land on my face. He leaned forward and
kissed me again. I was sure it was to try the taste
without risk!
"Oh Mark, I’m so sorry to have used you like this. I
won’t let this happen again. I don’t know what came
over me but I was just so horny and all that talk
earlier really got me going. Can you forgive me?"
I put my finger to his lips. "We are best friends
aren’t we?"
He nodded.
"Well I am helping a best friend and I’m here to help
you through this troublesome period and if it means I
fill a gap, then so be it." God what a martyr I
sounded.
"If I need it again..." He trailed off.
"If you need it again, then yes!" (I felt like saying,
"And again and again.")
**
The post script is, that we did do it again a few
times. Marion got back into sex a few months later but
Greg and I kept going anyway. He said it gave his sex
drive an edge. It certainly did mine!
END
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