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Opportunity Knocks
by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)
***
A gay guy going about his daily job, has a crush on a
straight guy working for him and finds that sometimes
"lady luck" moves in mysterious ways. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral, anal)
***
We guys are a perverse lot really. Whether straight, bi
or gay, we always want what we aren't getting. Let me
illustrate, straight guys fantasise over lesbians.
They're lesbians for God's sake, so why would they want
a straight guy. Still, they fantasise! If you are
white, suddenly blacks are attractive, or Asians or
anyone that isn't white! Is this true??
Now I am gay and I'm as perverse as any straight guy.
Let some effeminate little thing chat me up in a pub
and suddenly I want him to fuck me. The opposite
happens if he is built like a brick toilet and covered
in tattoos, suddenly I want to bend him over and fuck
him! How many of us, like the straight guy with the
lesbians, really are attracted to 100% heterosexuals,
hoping upon hope that he just hasn't met the right guy
yet and he's secretly in the closet. Be honest now,
most of us look at obviously straight guys and dream!
This story is just such a story and I have a feeling
that many guys out there will identify with it if not
in reality, then certainly in fantasy.
My name isn't really important but for those of you who
need to know, it's Martin. I have been fortunate in
that at only 25, I have a good job within an insurance
company in Manchester (UK) heading an office of six
staff. Most are female and most are my age or younger
and we are a fun team. I have never told them or anyone
else in the company that I am gay. I haven't hidden it,
just not told them. I keep my gay life to Friday and
Saturday and head for the gay part of the city around
Canal Street to meet up with my gay friends. My
university education has given me a good, if not great,
job, a small two bedroom apartment in a converted mill
with a massive mortgage and a BMW mini with only four
years left to pay! On the surface, life looks good.
"I have some bad news and some good news," my boss said
one Thursday afternoon.
"Okay, bad first," I said.
"Due to the success of your little group, I am adding
three new members to your staff. We are transferring
them in so they should start week after next."
"Oh come on Richard, I am struggling to keep on top as
it is," I said.
"And the good news," he continued, "is that a Paul
Davidson from the Birmingham office is also joining you
as an assistant manager. Paul's wife has moved back to
this area to be close to her parents and he has asked
for a transfer which fitted in perfectly to our needs
at this office so it's a 'win-win' situation I think."
I was developing quite a little empire so was actually
quite chuffed to have nine staff and an assistant
manager under me. This was definitely something to be
used to wangle a greater than average increase at my
next appraisal.
I walked into the office exactly eleven days later to
find three eager faces outside my office door. Two
pretty young girls and a spotty eighteen year old boy,
all transferred from elsewhere in the building and all
waiting to see their new boss. It took the best part of
the morning to organise desks, allocate staff members
to take them through what was expected of them and then
the whole afternoon to take them through our systems in
this office before Paul started the following day. Paul
would actually share my workload in dealing with the
larger commercial clients and also allocate work
downstream to the nine staff members.
When I entered the far end of the office the next
morning, saying my friendly good mornings to staff, I
was not prepared for what faced me in my office. Paul
Davidson was about 22 years old, slim, but not skinny,
around 5 feet 10 inches tall with black tight curly
hair, dark eyebrows, long black lashes which were
almost feminine, and the most dazzling white teeth I
have ever seen. He had a small loop earring in his
right ear.
None of the above ingredients appealed to me. I like
fair, straight hair, heavier set, older guys and hate
jewellery of any sort on a guy. Why then, did I feel
like someone had hit me with a sledgehammer? Paul's
outstretched hand in greeting brought me back to life
as I recovered. Looking into this guy's eyes was like
being drawn into a murky pool from which you could not
escape. My heart was thumping and I felt very hot
around the collar.
"Are you all right?" he asked. His voice came from
somewhere in the distance and echoed through my head.
"Oh sorry," I mumbled, "I just remembered something I
have to deal with before we start."
I recovered enough to fake being busy and then turned
my head to this stunning man.
"So your wife had to come back here," I said, trying to
make conversation.
"Vikki's mum hasn't been well and is having a hip
replacement soon. Her father has been trying to cope
but is struggling so we decided to move to Manchester.
We have bought a small house at Heywood and I'll bus in
each day leaving her the car."
Further conversation revealed that they had been
married three years, still had no children though they
had been trying and he was besotted with her. He could
hardly say a sentence without Vikki's name cropping up.
Despite the slight femininity brought on by his curly
hair and long lashes, he was straight, of that I had no
doubt. She was straight but not streetwise. He didn't
say but I definitely had the impression that if she
wasn't the one he lost his virginity too, she wasn't
far behind. As I said at the beginning of this piece, I
was heading, once more, into a black hole of fancying
guys I couldn't have.
I decided to keep to business and not to fall into the
same trap I had in the past of pursuing guys I had not
hope of getting; either gay guys who felt I wasn't
their type, or guys like Paul who didn't even know I
lusted after them.
The next few days were spent getting Paul and the new
people settled into their new jobs. Thankfully he was
smart, considering his lack of university education.
The girls liked him, well they at least drooled over
him and if any more of us had done so, he would have
spent his time wiping saliva off his suit jacket. I
watched him as he worked and tried to imagine I could
see the outline of his cock at the front of his
trousers. I could just make out the dark ring of his
nipple through his white shirt when he took his jacket
off to work. My rising cock suggested I should get back
to work. Paul was completely oblivious to any of this
attention as he focused the job in hand.
About two weeks into the stint we were getting along
quite well, but mainly on a business basis. Still, his
conversation started and ended with "Vikki did this,"
or "Vikki likes that." I was wishing he would bloody
shut up about Vikki! He had an armchair interest in
football (soccer to our overseas readers) whereas I
wouldn't have known if the ball was square or round. I
did a bit of badminton but that was the extent of my
sporting interest. Eventually, at the end of week
three, I asked him if he fancied a drink after work.
"Sorry, I can't. Vikki will be expecting me home and
she'll get worried."
"Surprise, bloody surprise," I thought.
"I could perhaps come for a drink next Thursday if you
like," he added. "Vikki is going to start visiting her
mum and dad on a Thursday afternoon and won't be home
until about 10.00 pm so that would give me plenty time
to have a drink and get back before she comes in. I'll
clear it with her and let your know."
"Clear it with her!" What kind of wimp was this guy?
Well Thursday came and we went to a trendy little wine
bar. I felt Canal Street would have scared him
shitless. Conversation was stunted, to say the least
but I found out he had met Vikki at aged 17 on the
rebound from a love affair he had had since school. He
had lost his virginity to his love affair number one,
and Vikki was number two. Compared to my sex life, this
guy was a monk.
"I don't know what I would do without her. I just watch
her walking around and worship her. I still find her so
beautiful and gorgeous and as pretty as the day we
met."
He went on and on.
"The reason I broke up with Lindsey, my first, was that
I discovered I wasn't the only one she was seeing. I
let her take my virginity and discovered around five
guys including my best friend had been with her. It was
really weird having your friend discussing the private
parts of your girlfriend and what she liked doing in
bed. I had to break up. I didn't know if it was right
or wrong but then I met Vikki and that was it!"
He didn't ask a single question about me. Perhaps it
was just as well.
Well he kind of liked the Thursday thing and we
continued, eventually managing to talk about other
things than work and Vikki and I found he liked
badminton too, though rarely played it. We made a loose
arrangement to play one day.
"I think Vikki would like you," he said one Thursday.
"Would you be annoyed if I invited you round for tea on
Sunday so you could meet the person I keep talking
about?"
"Eh, okay," I said, not really that keen to get to know
her in case it ruined my fantasy.
I drove over on the Sunday and was introduced to an
extremely pretty 22 year old woman with blonde hair and
a very fit body. I, of course, am not the best person
to give you a sexual description of her but needless to
say, I could see what he saw in her. On the other hand,
Paul was wearing tight Levis showing a really nice
lunch box. His tight t-shirt with a "V" neck, did,
indeed show, that despite having black hair, he did not
have a particularly hairy chest, just a small patch
creeping above the neckline.
We chatted amiably and I declined a drink, though he
had a couple of beers and she, a glass on wine. I had
my afternoon tea and at around 7.00pm, decided to leave
and that was it! Paul was a little funny though and
tried to make me stay a little longer. He kept glancing
at Vikki and then to me and I put it down to his
"puppy-dog love."
The following Thursday, and into a third glass of wine
for the first time, Paul was again, a little peculiar.
"What did you think of Vikki?" he asked.
"She's a very pretty girl," I answered.
"Isn't she just, I can't believe she's mine and all
mine," he said. "I'm so lucky to be the only man she
has ever slept with, the only man who has ever seen her
beautiful breasts and her lovely pussy."
Now that woke me up. Paul had never so much as said a
sexual work since I had met him and, as he spoke, a
glazed look in his eyes; I could swear I saw a bulge in
his trousers. He was getting hot over talking about his
wife sexually in front of a stranger. I decided to push
a little further as straight guys in heat, really get
me going.
"I bet she has a lovely pussy," I said.
"Oh she does Martin. It's still so tight when we screw
and her breasts are still firm. She has a 36" chest you
know."
"Do you have sex much," I asked, while trying to
conceal my erection.
"About twice a week, three times when she is in the
mood. The trouble is that Vikki likes straight up and
down sex in the 'flat on the bed' fashion."
"Missionary position," I said like a heterosexual
would!
"Yea, I suppose, but I start to get fantasies and want
to try new things and she won't," he said.
"Like what?" I said, my ears suddenly perking up.
"Well, other positions and maybe some oral."
"She doesn't do oral?" I shouted, just enough to get a
funny look from the couple next to us.
"No," he whispered. "Lesley did and I loved it. Can I
tell you something I have never told anyone?"
"You bet," I thought. "Of course Paul, you can tell me
anything," I said, leaning forward and not wanting to
miss a word.
"When I split with Lesley, I wished I hadn't. I was
just so degraded that everyone knew her, if you know
what I mean. Afterwards, I started to think about it
and it suddenly began to turn me on. I wished I had
seen her being done!" He said the last word in a
whisper.
"You mean it would have turned you on to see your
girlfriend at the time, naked with her legs in the air
and your best friends fucking her." I deliberately said
it in a crude fashion to see the response.
"Yes," he whispered. "Perverted, isn't it?"
"Sounds like fun to me," I said.
"Really," he responded like an eager puppy dog. "Do you
really think it would have been?"
"I think you would have loved it," I said.
He looked at his watch and said he had to dash so that
was it. We decided to play a game of badminton the
following week, just to ring the changes and I booked a
court at a local municipal court. I was also hoping to
catch a glimpse of his cock in the showers.
The game was fun, if somewhat limited in skill and I
couldn't wait until we walked through to the locker
rooms. I decided to go completely "au naturelle" and
not to hide my equipment. I was proud of it anyway. My
cock could stretch to eight long inches in full glory
and was thick to boot. I was uncut and had sizeable
balls beneath so I had nothing to hide. How Paul
managed to have a complete shower without giving me a
glimpse of his cock, I don't know.
He had a lovely arse that was sure, with an even,
light, black hair covering it. His pubic hair was also
jet black, with a single stream of black hair heading
up to his navel. His chest had a nice sprinkling which
spread out to encircle his nipples. Every time I
looked, his hand would be covering his cock and balls,
or he would be facing the wall.
He managed to wash quicker than I did and by the time I
made it to the locker room, he was standing in a pair
of brilliant white jockeys. The bulge looked nice
though and he certainly had enough to please. I
flaunted around, my cock on full display, a slight semi
brought on by the occasion which took my flaccid meat
to around five inches. He certainly saw it and that
excited me.
We had one pint that night and nothing more about his
love life with Lesley, was mentioned.
The following Thursday, he announced that Vikki was
going to stay over at her parents for a few days while
her mother had her operation and though she would be
popping home from time to time, he would effectively be
a bachelor again. He asked if we could go out for a
meal one night. I said it would be fine as we settled
down to our drinks. He was much quieter than usual but
I assumed he was upset at being without his wonderful
Vikki. When he did talk, then that certainly seemed to
be the case. He told me that this would be the first
time they had really been apart since they had married.
After another quiet moment and a rare third pint he
suddenly asked me again if I found Vikki attractive. I
said he had asked that just a few days ago.
"I talked to her about you last night," he said.
"I hope it was all good," I said jokingly.
"Oh yes, it was. I told her how big your dick was."
"How do you know," I started to say and then remembered
the badminton.
"What did she say to that?"
"She was curious but when I asked her if she would like
you to fuck her she flew off the handle."
"Why would you ask her that anyway?" I asked, thankful
in a way that she had declined as I wasn't sure I could
have coped even though it would have gotten me a
glimpse and maybe a grip of his lovely dick.
"Martin, I have never really confessed this before but
I would love to sit back and watch Vikki being fucked
by someone I knew and when I saw how big your dick was
soft, I felt sure I could get her hot for it if I told
her and maybe she would have let it happen. I have
asked her a few times before but she gets really angry
and says she wants no one else but me. The trouble is,
my fantasy of having a guy with a bigger dick than
mine, fuck her while I watch, and maybe let me fuck her
after him, is becoming an all consuming desire. I think
about it all the time and even toss off when I am alone
fantasising."
"Would she manage mine?" I said, trying to keep him on
the boil.
He stuttered a bit and then, in a quiet voice said,
"How big is it when it's hard?"
"Just over eight inches and very thick," I said. "She
would really feel me sticking it in her wouldn't she?"
His eyes glazed over as he finished his pint and then,
once more said he would have to catch his bus.
We decided to forgo the usual Thursday night the
following week and went all out for the Friday night. I
suggested, rather hopefully, that he might want to stay
over, hoping upon hope that I might get a glimpse of
his dick at some stage if he drank enough. We went for
a drink, then an Italian meal, then on to some wine
bars, well away from my usual haunts, just in case I
was recognised. By the time we walked back to my place,
we were both quite tipsy and I was very horny as this
would have been my "trawling time" in the bars. We
crashed out in the flat, after I had shown him around
and told him where the guest bedroom was. He asked if I
had some wine and we opened a bottle of nice white
Burgundy. We kicked off shoes and slouched back on
opposite chairs.
"What would you like to do to her?" he suddenly asked.
"I mean Vikki," he added.
I had to be convincing. "I would love to slowly kiss
her lips, pushing my tongue down her throat while
cupping her firm tits with my hands. I would slowly
kiss her neck and make my way down, pulling off her top
until I could lift her nipples and, one by one, roll my
tongue around them. I would make you sit on the chair
and watch. I would stay dressed while I slowly strip
her until she is standing in just a pair of panties. I
would pull off my shirt and ask her to drop my
trousers. I would then be in just a pair of white
briefs. My cock would be straining against the fabric
and she would squeeze it and gasp at the size.
She would tell me she could never get such a big cock
inside her and I would say that I was going to fuck her
senseless anyway. I would push her down until her face
was against my massive hard cock and she would kiss the
fabric of my pants. I would release my cock until it
hit her face. She would tell me she doesn't suck but I
would force it into her mouth until she had to take it.
Then I would start to face fuck her as she tried to
pull her mouth away. You would be watching and perhaps
playing with your dick. You might even have taken it
out.
I paused and noticed that Paul had slumped further down
in the chair and his erection was very visible in the
cotton trousers he was wearing.
"You're getting me as bad as you," I said, "fantasising
over Vikki. You know watching is quite fun, I think I
would get turned on watching you fuck her too."
"Would you," he asked eagerly. Attempting to emulate my
narrative he then went on saying, "Would you really
like to see my six inch cock ploughing into her while
you wank?"
"I bet when you're hard, you're more than that," I
said, seeing a possible opportunity opening here.
"If she ever sucked me it would get bigger but she just
never does. Have you been sucked, Martin?"
"God yes," I said, "dozens of times and I've sucked
too." The words were out before I could stop them.
"You've sucked a cock?" he said incredulously.
"Eh, kind of," I answered trying to think on my feet.
"I have had threesomes before and sometimes when you
are in the middle of it, sex gets kind of mixed up and
I have ended up sucking the wrong person. It's not so
bad when you're really randy."
"Are you really more than eight inches long?" he asked,
either changing or continuing the conversation, I
wasn't sure which.
"At the moment Paul, I'm definitely over eight inches
with all this talk about sinking my dick into your
lovely Vikki."
"I would so love to see her lying there with her legs
open and her cunt gaping with you and your massive cock
standing over her. I would love to get close and watch
you pushing the massive thing slowly into her."
"Wouldn't you like to lick her cunt just as I pushed it
in?" I asked.
"Yeh," he said, very quietly. "Jeesus I'm horny."
I continued, "And my cock would be covered with her
juices helping me slip in and out and your mouth would
be licking the juices and helping me slide in. Your
tongue would touch my cock and Vikki's cunt at the same
time. She would be moaning and asking me to fuck her
really hard so I would really start hammering at her
cunt. You would then start kissing her as I fucked and
then she would let you put your cock in her mouth. Can
you imagine a warm mouth wrapped around your stiff
cock, her tongue playing with you and you struggling
not to cum in her mouth. Would you like to cum in a
warm mouth Paul?"
"Christ yes, I can think of nothing better right at
this moment than a warm mouth wrapped around my cock,"
he answered. It was obvious that the excess alcohol had
seriously lowered Paul's inhibitions and my chance of
getting to this position again might be zero.
"Listen Paul," I said, "if you're not offended, I'm
going to have to relieve myself as I'm getting so hot
thinking about your Vikki. Let's face it, you've seen
it all before at the badminton."
Paul said nothing, he just slid his zip down, unclipped
his trousers and slid them to his knees and then
finally, his white briefs were dropped down and I saw
his cock for the very first time.
"You've nothing to be ashamed of," I said as my eyes
took in his six inches of rigid, uncut cock. The skin
was slightly slipped back revealing a red tip, with a
wet open slit, oozing pre-cum. His pubic area was dark
and hairy but the hair looked trimmed as his balls were
quite visible, hanging loosely between his legs and
slightly larger in proportion to his cock. He was
gently stroking his cock.
I quickly followed suit and stripped completely naked
before he could say anything.
"That's a monster," he said as he looked at my cock.
"Would you be offended if I asked to hold it? I would
love to know that this might be the cock that is going
into Vikki!"
I walked over to him and stood as he slumped back on
the couch. He lifted his hand and very softly gripped
my cock. It jumped and he let go and laughed before
taking it again. He slowly held and slid it up and
down, his left hand stroking his own cock as he did so.
"I would love, just love, to see you in action," he
said.
I noted that Vikki had suddenly disappeared from his
descriptions.
"We could pretend she's here if you want," I said.
"How would we do that?" he answered.
"What would you do if my cock was dry and Vikki was
waiting for it?"
"Get her to suck it," he said.
"Why don't you then?"
There was silence, then, without a word, he sat up and
moved closer to my cock until it was staring straight
at his nose. I could feel his breath. His mouth gently
opened and his tongue darted out and touched the tip.
He sat like that for about thirty seconds, and then he
opened and enveloped his first ever cock. Once he
started he was like a caged animal. He slurped and
licked, pulled back the foreskin and sucked the head.
He gripped my balls and in between, when he could
speak, he kept making comments about how much he wished
she was doing it. For that moment, he seemed to become
Vikki. I certainly started treating his as such.
I took his head and face fucked him, I gripped his
nipples and gently squeezed them before extracting my
cock, pushing him back on the sofa and dropping to my
knees to take his cock in my mouth. I held and looked
at it.
"I bet she loves this in her," I said.
I took the entire cock in my mouth and the gasp as he
received his first blow job in years was loud.
"Oh my God, that's so amazing. Don't make me cum
please, I need more."
I licked his balls then lifted his legs in the air,
taking in his musky, but thankfully clean aroma as my
tongue delved down lower and tickled his rosebud.
"I would lick her out before having her," I said.
My words were lost. His eyes were closed, his cock was
standing like an iron pole straight upwards, his legs
were lifted and I was rimming my little treasure,
something I could never believe was going to happen.
"I would have to kiss her too," I continued.
I slid up his body and kissed him. The initial
resistance and shock quickly disappeared and within
second he was all over me. He took the lead and I let
him as his tongue entered my mouth and explored every
corner. I kissed his nose his lips, sucked his tongue.
The speed was frantic and I knew whatever happened this
was not going to be a long session. I stood him up so
we were both together and I stripped the last of his
clothes from him. He was absolutely beautiful. His arse
was perfect with two little bubbles behind his lean
body. He dropped down and started on my cock again. He
was improving quickly and groaned as he loudly slurped,
the saliva dripping on to the carpet with his urgent
movements.
"Take care or I will cum," I warned.
He stopped, that would have been too much in the first
lesson! I pulled him down and made him kneel doggy
fashion so that I could explore his arse again as I
knelt behind him. He loved it, gently stroking his cock
as I did so. I continued my narrative about what was
going to happen to his wife as I knew this was the fuel
for the fire that was burning so brightly at the
moment. I told him I would rim her too before finally
entering her and cumming inside her.
I pulled him down to lie sideways on the carpet, with
me behind him. I knew fucking him would not be an
option at this moment but I could simulate. I slid my
wet cock between his legs from the back, the head
sticking out under his balls and he gently stroked it
from the front. I started to simulate fucking while I
explained what she would be feeling and it didn't take
long before I fired my volley on to his fingers. As I
came he massaged my cum over the head of my cock and
his own balls until he was in quite some mess.
I had never done this before after cumming but was
determined. I rolled him on to his back and knelt
between his legs, taking his cock in my mouth and
started to blow him. Little "O's" escaped his mouth as
I did so and within two minutes his cock went rigid and
blasted into my mouth. I actually swallowed the lot. It
was a thin consistency thankfully, else I would have
surely gagged. The quantity was copious, however, a lot
of pent up fantasy wrapped up in it.
I waited, for the guilt.
"Fucking Hell that was amazing," he said. "Can we do it
again some time?"
"If you're sure," I said, surprised at the response so
soon after him cumming. Usually as guys cum, their
courage goes.
"Can I stay the night," he asked, "and sleep with you."
"Bloody Hell," my brain said, "this one has been
frustrated."
My heart was pounding. My head was all over the place.
I couldn't work out if I was happy I had succeeded in
having him, or guilty that I had used his lovely wife
as the bait to get us there.
We slept soundly and he lay with his arms wrapped
around me.
I woke suddenly at around 7 am to find him up on one
arm, looking at me.
"Have you ever had a cock inside you," he asked.
"Yes, when I was at school," I lied, knowing it had
been a heck of lot more recent than that!
"Would you fuck me?" he said.
"Why would you want that?" I asked. "It's not as easy
as porn movies might suggest."
"I want to feel what Vikki is missing to get some idea
of the excitement."
It seemed a rather perverse reason for asking someone
to put eight inches of hard flesh up your arse and as
well as that, I was not a "virgin" fan. Being a rather
selfish individual, I could never understand why I
should do all the hard work breaking someone in, for
the next guy in line to get all the pleasure. However,
I felt that I might be the 'next' guy with this one
too.
I led him to the bathroom and told him how to clean,
having great fun helping him to soap up. His six inch
dick hardly went down once. We had a light breakfast
and returned to bed where I kissed him both on the lips
and all the way down his body, taking his hard cock in
my mouth. He had already adopted a passive role, as
though he knew he would have to think like Vikki. I
used a really slippery lubricant of the 'liquid silk'
variety to slowly slide my finger into him.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked
him.
"When I was in my teens, I sometimes used to try
putting things in me, like candles and even a cucumber
one. I have no idea why but I quite enjoyed it."
He had the secret of relaxation at least and I was able
to slip the single digit in and out quite easily
without any pain. He was lying on the bed on his side,
his knees curled up and I was behind him, my left hand
stroking his stiff cock and my right fingering him. I
spent a good ten minutes here, slipping in and out and
wiggling a little before trying a second finger. That
took a little longer and involved a few withdrawals.
When I suggested that perhaps he was not going to make
it, he told me he would "one way or the other." About
thirty minutes after starting, I had two fingers inside
him and was gently moving them around, in and out. The
third was my next goal. More lube was applied and I
started to slowly stretch his ring with my third
finger. Nothing at all was said apart from the odd
sharp intake of breath as I probed. We reached forty
five minutes from start and I was never a patient
sexual partner so again, I suggested that we might have
done enough for one day and perhaps he might care to
give me a good old rodgering but he was having none of
it.
Three fingers allowed me to make a slight circle at the
entrance to his arse and to lube in a roundabout
fashion.
"I think we're ready for the real thing," I said. "Stop
me at any time and just tell me what you want, okay?"
"Okay."
I decided that, virgin or not, I would use a condom and
I stretched it over my engorged penis, surprisingly
hard considering its inactivity for almost an hour. We
lay in a 'spooning' position with me to his rear, as I
felt entry was easier to reject if he needed to. I
lubed well and started to push against his sphincter.
"Relax and don't fight it," I said, having long
forgotten the 'rules' for the first time.
When the head of my cock plopped past the entrance,
there was an audible gasp and I stopped. We both waited
and nothing was said. I slowly pushed a little further,
letting about two to three inches enter and he gasped.
I pulled back again and allowed the free movement from
the base of my head to the three inch level to open his
up. I slipped in and out one inch at a time. He lay
very still. I took another thirty minutes so this whole
process was almost an hour and a half before nearly all
my cock was in him. At no stage had his erection
subsided.
I was now freely fucking him in the same sideways
position, though not all of my eight inches was inside,
a great deal was. I lifted him to the 'doggy' position
and started in earnest, holding his hips as handles.
Every thrust met with a little "Uhh," as I started to
pump and then he really got going.
"Oh fuck me like you would fuck Vikki and let me feel
your cock in my pussy. She's missing oh so much. How I
would love to be watching you as you fuck her. I would
love you fuck her and put your cum inside her so that
we wouldn't know whose baby came out."
This guy was certainly fantasising. Obviously my views
on being a father didn't come into his fantasy so I
played along giving him similar suggestions about what
my big cock would do to his beloved wife while he
drifted in and out from being the dutiful husband
wanting what was best for his beloved wife, to actually
playing the role of his wife. I decided to help him
choose his role and leaned round to grip his tits as I
fucked.
"What lovely tits you have Vikki, Paul is so lucky to
have the them and I am so lucky to be playing with
them. Your cunt is so tight and I bet you have never
had a cock as big as me inside you."
He loved this and was taking the female lead only too
well, responding to words like 'cunt' in a similar
fashion. His whole body was now humping up and down as
I reached the point where I was going to empty into his
arse.
"I'm going to cum in your pussy, Vikki, would you like
me to cum in your pussy?"
"Yes, yes please," he said as he touched his own cock
and it erupted like a fountain, only about five seconds
before I did.
We collapsed on the bed, my cock finally dwindling and
slipping out of his arse.
"She's missed a lot," he finally said.
"Your gain," I said.
"Martin," he asked once our breathing had returned to
normal, "until I can talk Vikki round to letting you
fuck her, would you mind terribly if we came here on a
Thursday night instead of the pub."
"That's seems a good idea Paul, a very good idea," I
said.
END
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