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More Than Meets The Eye
by KTD (address withheld)
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I was young, innocent and a closet gay when I rented a
room from a married couple, Dave and Peggy. One day,
when I was alone and jerking off naked in my room and
didn't hear someone enter... (MM, 1st-gay-expr, mast,
oral, anal)
***
Before I graduated college, I had few sexual
experiences with women, none very satisfying. Something
was missing in my encounters with the opposite sex.
Down deep, much as I fought against it, I suspected I
was gay.
I also understood I had a strong feminine side.
Sometimes when a girl I was dating was out of her dorm
room, I would play around with some of her clothes and
especially her jewelry. Their wristwatches were my
particular fetish. Their stuff always fit me perfectly
because I'm of average height and slim build, and I
have slender wrists and small hands.
I would masturbate when I was wearing their things, and
it was better than the actual sex. As I played with
myself, my fantasies were always about other men. In my
favorite one, I would imagine myself sucking off the
large cock of an older, well-muscled top, and then
taking his rock-hard tool up my ass.
The orgasms I reached while jerking off in these
precious moments were stupendous. Alas, my encounters
were only fantasies; I was afraid to pursue them.
The summer after I graduated from college in 1985, I
headed for San Francisco, where I enrolled in a
graduate program. The alumni office had given me a lead
on a room in a house owned by a married couple, Dave
and Peggy, who had both graduated from my college.
Peggy was in her mid-30s, attractive, with pretty green
eyes and light brown hair cut very short, but she had a
certain mannishness about her that would have led me to
suspect she was a lesbian had she not been married. (I
was pretty naive back then about relationships.)
Naturally, I noticed that she had some pretty clothes
and expensive jewelry, especially an exquisite Concord
watch that she wore to the office. I looked forward to
playing with her things if I were ever left alone in
the house.
But as far as sex objects go, it was Dave who caught my
eye and made my cock stiffen. He was fortyish, with
sparkling, steel-blue eyes and very short hair receding
at his temples. More than his handsome features,
though, his body captivated my imagination – about six
feet tall (three inches taller than me) and sculpted
from hours in the weight room every week.
When I met him he was wearing a tank top that showed
his perfectly defined muscles to their best advantage.
I was a stranger far from home, but his soft voice,
with just a trace of a lisp, made me feel comfortable
right away. I looked forward to my time around him. I
copied his razor hair cut.
I wore tight shorts and a tank top, hoping he'd notice
my young and eager body. You could say I had a youthful
crush on him, and you'd be right. When I jerked off in
my room at night, Dave became the man in my fantasies.
But I assumed from his marital status that he was
straight.
Peggy turned out to be a no-nonsense woman. She spoke
her mind freely about things and wasn't afraid to
inquire into my personal life. At one point, noting my
seeming indifference to the opposite sex, she asked me
in front of her husband if I was gay. I laughed it off,
maybe a bit too hastily. She didn't pursue the matter,
though I caught her giving Dave a strange smile.
After a couple of weeks it dawned on me that theirs was
not a typical marriage. My room was on the far side of
the house from their bedroom and the guest room, so
most days we saw each other only in the kitchen.
Because of an early class, I usually turned in by 10
PM.
To my dismay, Dave kept late hours and some nights
didn't return at all. Peggy took no notice of his
absences. She wasn't alone much anyhow, as one or
another of her woman friends always seemed to be
visiting. A couple of times I would run into one of
them at the breakfast table. I figured it had gotten
late and the friend just decided to crash in the guest
room. Like I said, I was pretty innocent.
I had been living in the house for about a month when
Peggy told me on a Friday morning that she was leaving
for the weekend for a camping trip with her friend
Jackie and that I'd probably be alone for the weekend.
To my delight I saw that she wasn't wearing her dress
watch. I was horny and ready for some fun. After she
left, I went into a nearby sexual novelty shop and
bought a couple of raunchy gay porno magazines, a
dildo, and a tube of lubricant. Then it was home to
live out my dream and claim my own anal virginity.
It took but a moment of rummaging through Peggy's
jewelry box to find what I wanted. I rushed across the
house to my room and shed my clothes in a heap. Out
came the skin mags and the toys.
Finally I was ready for the final touch, Peggy's lovely
watch. My hands trembled with sexual tension as I
admired the narrow black leather band and the round,
gold-trimmed white face etched with delicate roman
numerals. I strapped the supple leather to my wrist and
relished the sensation.
As I stepped back to admire myself in the mirror, I
marveled at how well proportioned this petite timepiece
was for my slender arm, so much more appropriate than
those clunky watches men have to wear. I squeezed a
little lube in my other hand and stroked my stiffening
cock to its full 6 inches. Oh, if only Dave were here
now, I thought to myself, I would give myself to him in
a second.
On my bed I spread open a magazine and began to message
my cock very gently, so as not to come too soon. I had
never seen such pictures before -- men tongue-kissing
each other, sucking each other's manhood, down on all
fours or on their backs taking stiff cocks in their
tight holes. I began to play with my own ass, easing a
greased finger in, then another, and slowly moved them
in and out past my virgin sphincter.
I greased up the dildo with some lubricant and,
positioning myself on hands and knees, eased it slowly
into my stretched butt-hole. It burned some going in,
but once I adjusted to it the fullness was wonderful. I
began to slide it in and out slowly, propping myself on
my arm so I could see that marvelous watch. As I did
this, I imagined myself in the scenes in the magazine
but with Dave as my lover, and brought myself several
times to the brink of cumming before easing off.
So absorbed was I that I did not hear someone entering
my room. "Well, well," I heard Dave's voice say, "What
do we have here? A cute little twink playing with
himself."
I froze as he approached the bed. I felt totally
humiliated and could find no words. I slid the dildo
out of my ass, sat up, and turned toward him, my face
red with embarrassment.
"Peggy was right. She can spot a fag a mile away." He
cupped my chin in his hand and pulled my head up so
that I was staring into his blue eyes. With his other
arm he gripped my wrist, the one on which I wore
Peggy's watch. He continued, "The watch looks very
natural on you. You're more feminine than Peggy is,
that's for sure."
What Dave did next caught me off guard. He let go of
me, unzipped his shorts, and pulled out his circumcised
cock, already semi-hard and glistening with his pre-
cum. "What you need most of all, of course, is a real
man." At that instant I sensed that he could do to me
whatever he willed, and this realization electrified
me. "Suck it!" he ordered, his voice gentle but firm.
My moment of truth. I did not hesitate. I reached for
his man-meat and slid it into my mouth. I licked the
crown, swirling my tongue around it, tasting his salty
pre-cum. Dave pushed his rod deeper toward my throat
until I started to gag.
"Don't worry," he reassured me. "You'll get used to the
feeling. Practice makes perfect."
From the corner of my eye, I could see myself in the
mirror, and as I grasped Dave's ass cheeks I admired
Peggy's watch on my wrist. It all seemed so perfect! To
my delight, Dave's cock kept swelling as I pleasured
him, and it was longer and thicker than either mine or
the dildo I had been toying with. I licked the
underside of his shaft and then gently sucked on each
of his hairy balls. His moans told me I was doing
something right.
Dave directed me to lie down on the bed. Then he
stripped before me. I let my eyes roam over his
magnificent body – his thick forearms and powerful
biceps; his hairy chest and tight abs, his incredible,
taut thighs. And then he was on top of me and his thick
lips met mine.
I had never felt anything so hot in my life.
Our tongues dueled, his gradually forcing its way into
my eager mouth, and I submitted completely to his male
strength. Dave's weight felt wonderful on top of me as
our dicks rubbed together. When he bit my neck and
ears, I ran my fingers through his short hair, pausing
now and again to look at the pretty watch.
"I want you to know something, Dave," I said softly.
"From the moment I met you I wanted you to be the
first."
He looked at me, kissed me passionately again, and
responded, "So, you're a cherry boy." I nodded. He
smiled and continued, "Well, we can't let that continue
now, can we?" We both laughed. Then we resumed kissing,
his tongue invading my mouth again. I felt my heat
rising and thought my cock would explode. I knew what I
needed.
"Take me," I gasped. "I want to feel you inside me,
now!" Dave positioned me on all fours and put some more
lube on my butt-hole, working it in with one, two, and
finally three fingers. "That dildo stretched you pretty
good," he commented, "so this shouldn't hurt. Just
remember to relax and breathe." He paused to slide a
rubber over his dick.
The next thing I knew his cock was up against my
heaven's gate. I felt myself open to his gentle
pressure. There was a slight burning sensation that
soon gave way to sheer, animal pleasure. Very slowly he
entered me, waiting until I relaxed enough to
accommodate him.
I felt a wonderful fullness and little shots of
pleasure radiating from my ass. All the while he
whispered sweet obscenities into my ear. "You are so
tight, it's incredible... your ass was made for my
cock."
I loved his words, and I loved it even more when he
bent forward over my shoulder so we could exchange wild
kisses. In just a couple of minutes I had taken him up
to the hilt, and I felt a surge of pride. The thought
flashed through my mind, even as the lust drove me
wild, So this is what it feels like to be penetrated,
to be a fuck-hole for a man's hard cock. God, I love
it. This is what I've always needed.
Dave's rutting noises told me he shared my ecstasy. He
placed his hands on my hips and began thrusting, slowly
at first and then with increasing urgency. His raw,
masculine power collapsed my arms and drove me forward
on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows and slid
them under my belly and my dick, so my ass would be at
a good angle.
Then he started to pound into me in long thrusts. I
reached forward to brace myself against the headboard
and noticed my pretty watch again. I became aware of
high-pitched moans and realized the voice was my own,
as Dave's in-strokes drove gasps from my throat.
The pressure in my cock, as it rubbed on the pillows,
built past the point of no return. "I'm cumming," I
grunted, "Oh! OH! OHHHH!" My jism erupted onto the
pillows and the sheets. I seemed to float outside my
body. Dave paused and gently kissed my shoulders and
the back of my neck.
Then he withdrew, leaving a void in place of the
fullness I had been enjoying. I looked at him
quizzically. "Turn over onto your back. Take it facing
me, like a girl would."
I remembered suddenly that he wasn't finished – how
different from sex with a woman, when my orgasm always
signaled the end of the event. I liked this better,
too, because now I could focus on my lover's pleasure.
I flipped over, slid two pillows beneath my hips to
give him the proper angle, and tucked my legs up to my
chest.
Dave penetrated me again and the sensations were beyond
anything I had ever felt. I couldn't believe his man-
meat could reach so deep into my back passage. I rested
my legs on his strong shoulders and let him take his
pleasure. For the first time I realized what it was
like to let my sex partner set the pace; I could only
go along.
He moved in a steady thrusting motion, and I could see
from his facial expression how much he was enjoying his
conquest. He called me his little faggot and said other
things that I liked. My cock stiffened again. How could
that happen so soon? I pinched his nipples, ran my
hands through his chest hair, and scratched his ass
cheeks and powerful thighs.
Peggy's Concord watch looked so feminine against my
skin as I maneuvered my hands to tease and excite my
lover. He leaned down and we shared a kiss of pure
passion. I'm gay, I thought, and I love it.
Dave began bucking in and out, his climax beckoning.
Wanting to bring me off with him, he started to pump my
cock with a firm grip, applying just the right pressure
at the base. I used my firm fingertips to stroke his
abdomen near the base of his cock, seeking to draw out
his cum.
This drove him past the point of no return. He seemed
to swell even larger within my ass until, with a final
jab, he exploded, plunging frantically in and out, his
balls smacking loudly against my ass cheeks as I griped
his forearms and held on for dear life. One last time I
saw the lovely watch I was wearing. His orgasm sent me
over the edge again.
I erupted moments later, shooting endless wads of cum
across my belly and chest. Dave scooped it up with his
fingers and let me lick them clean, kissing me softly
to share the taste.
As we lay together in afterglow, Dave's body atop mine,
I asked him about his sexual preferences – whether he
was really straight or bi or what. He told me he was
strictly a man's man and always had been.
"What about Peggy?" I asked, still not quite
understanding the picture.
He laughed at my innocence. "Can't you recognize a dyke
when you meet one?" he replied. "She's a lesbian. We
married as a cover – it helps each of us in our careers
and with our families. Otherwise, we're simply friends.
Those women you see around the house in the morning are
her lovers."
Life became a lot simpler after that. Dave was a
regular visitor to my bedroom for as long as I lived
there. At first he brought me Peggy's watch to play
with, but after a while I realized I didn't need it to
express my feminine side. Eventually I moved out and
set up house with a new male partner, but every now and
then Dave and I get together to replay that first time.
He is still hot!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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