I had often wondered when you hear of couples doing
all sort of depraved sexual things together or with
others, how they ever get to the point that they both
know what they want and both enjoy doing it. I mean
you hardly take a girl out on a date and say, “Ever
fancy being gang-banged?”
I assumed that it evolves out of wanting more
excitement, and one partner egging the other on and
then once they do something, say dogging, they want
more. Then one thing leads to another and before long
they are in a swingers club and she is being gang
banged.
The truth is, of course, that boyfriend or husband is
usually the one fantasising about it with no hope
whatsoever of it ever becoming a reality. Many of the
husbands and boyfriends reading this right now will
identify with this.
Well I was one of those husbands but the beginning of
the slide into depravity was more innocent.
Debbie was attractive at school and she knew it. She
was what we boys called a “prick teaser.” Debbie
thought nothing of pushing the school regulation
skirt length higher and higher until head teacher was
impelled to warn her. I think they enjoyed seeing her
“performances” and only interjected when it became
too obvious that her skirts were becoming pelmets.
Funnily Debbie was just a prick teaser and not a
slut. She wasn’t giving out. There was a
exhibitionist in her and she would push her exposure
to the boys quite far. Happy to let her little
panties be seen when she bent down in the school
yard, happy that her pert nipples were clearly
showing through her tight blouse on a hot day.
Debbie was also good at exams. She wasn’t that clever
but had a great memory and so after school I found us
both a university together. By that time I had
already known her three years or so but not really to
talk to. I had just passed the time of day and that’s
about it.
By now I was a pretty regular 18 year old. Slim but
not skinny and tall but not high. I did some swimming
and my hair, affected by chlorine over the years was
a wiry blonde with curls. I had some freckles and a
surprising bush of red pubes and light chest hair
which looked odd when I was naked. I joined a drama
club and there was Debbie, showing off on stage.
She just loved the lead, especially a romantic lead
and was always happy to peel off her clothes in aid
of the plot. Never naked mind you, just tantalising
with a peek here and there.
Debbie was quite curvy and, like me, a blonde. Her
longish hair almost reached her shoulders and she
kept flicking it back rather sexily when she spoke.
Her breasts looked bigger than they actually were,
something about 36″ but they just seemed huge on her
frame. Her bottom was not the usual pear shape and
was much more pert and almost boyish.
I was dreaming about here when I realised she was
right in front of me.
“We know each other don’t we?” she said. “Sam isn’t
it?”
Her hand was out and I shook it.
“Yes it is.”
“What did you think of my speech?”
She had been playing the part of some Cleopatra-type
ancient queen. I, of course, was just a guard.
“I don’t know how you remember all the words,” I
said.
“Neither do I. I just seem to have a good memory for
these things. Fancy going for coffee afterwards?”
Did I ever!!
That was it. After ignoring each other for 3 or 4
years, we hit it off like a house on fire and within
3 months, we were an item. Still no sex though, just
an item.
The times I called to her shared flat to find her
padding around in underwear. When you consider how
much she exposed, she never did show the parts I
really wanted to see. I got to serious kissing but
that was it.
Well it took 6 months and one night after we had been
to the movies and we had her flat to ourselves she
just said, “I think we should sleep together!”
The big surprise was that she was a virgin. A 19 year
old virgin. The sex was good. I was horny and it was
a great occasion but I need to be honest in that as a
participating sport it was great but it wouldn’t have
been much of a spectator sport. We kissed, we
stripped we had some preamble then 30 minutes later,
I had fucked her and we had both cum. I think it was
probably the sort of sex many couples out there can
identify with. It was good, we reached where we
wanted to be but it was vanilla!
Right, so that’s the story painted and I need to move
on to something a little raunchier now or I’m going
to lose my reader aren’t I?
The following year we managed a small flat together
and the simple sex continued. Debbie still dressed
sexily, and still flaunted but I now knew there was
nothing in it, she just liked to show herself off.
Somewhere about half way through the year, we were
out one night and I went to the bar, leaving Debbie
at the table.
The place was packed and it took about 15 minutes to
get the drinks. When I headed back Debbie was being
chatted to by a guy of about 24 who looked like a
workman, cleaned up for a night out. She was enjoying
the attention and I could see him looking at her
erect nipples which clearly showed through her top.
I stood still, part hidden by the crowd and realised
I was finding it erotic. Debbie was doing nothing
wrong. The guy had talked to her and she in her
effervescent way was chatting back. His intentions
were more single minded than hers, I’m sure but I
felt a surge of blood to my cock.
I quickly walked over and laid the drinks down.
“Thanks Sam,” said Debbie, “Ralph here was just
telling me all about his job.”
The guy looked at me with a puzzled expression. He
obviously though she was alone. I stayed cheery and
upbeat and said a brief “Hi.”
“Sam’s my boyfriend,” she said innocently and Ralph’s
disappointment was obvious.
He didn’t stay long.
I chatted to Debbie about it. “I think he thought he
was on to a winner and was going to get in your
pants.”
“Don’t be dirty,” said Debbie but I could see the
penny had dropped and she realised she had been
leading him on unknowingly.
My next solo wank fantasised about what could have
happened and I came with a force I hadn’t experienced
for some time.
The second time it happened was almost the same. We
were at a fancy dress party and I had gone as Batman.
Debbie being Debbie was a milkmaid complete with the
little short skirt and chequered blouse, fake
freckles and pigtails. There were around 70 people
there and my great costume idea had been copied by
two guys who had gone as Batman and Robin and to make
matters worse they had obviously hired from the same
shop as me as Batman looked like my twin brother.
The girls all got together as girls do and we guys
headed for the kitchen to be closer to the beer. I
realised that I hadn’t seen Debbie for a while so
went looking for her to find her dancing with the
other Batman. The noise in the place was incredible
to there was little talking but I wondered if she
knew it was him or not. It was quite dark, a few red
light bulbs creating the required party “ambience.”
I stood quietly over beside some heavy curtains so
that I could watch and saw Debbie giggling with
enjoyment as she danced. At the end of the music as
the next track slid flawlessly in the guy took her
hand and led her over to a corner. I could still see
quite clearly as some brighter light was leaking from
the kitchen.
They were trying to talk but it was pointless and I
saw him lean forward and kiss her gently on the lips.
Debbie, smiled and grabbed his head kissing him fully
on the lips and, as they kissed, I saw his hand on
her breast. As they sunk more deeply into the corner
I saw his gloved hand slide up her skirt. She didn’t
resist and though I doubted he could feel much with
gloves on I assumed he was stroking her cunt. This
was all very discreetly done so Debbie seemed to be
enjoying it.
I decided enough was enough so walked across and
stood behind him as he had her pinned to the wall.
Debbie’s eyes opened and she saw me. I winked and she
recoiled as though someone had hit her with a cattle
prod.
“Sam?” she said.
“Yes dear, who’s your friend?”
The guy looked at me, then Debbie and he realised
instantly what had happened.
“Oh sorry mate, mistaken identity.”
Debbie was mortified and as it was getting on, she
asked to leave. Once we got home she apologised and I
told her not to worry. We kissed and stripped off to
have sex. She kept apologising until I told her,
initially that I found it quite funny. As we started
to fuck, and she was beginning to breath heavily I
quietly spoke.
“I wonder how far he would have managed to go Debbie?
Just think, a stranger’s finger in your cunt,
fingering you while I watched. Was his cock hard? Did
you feel it?”
“Christ, I’m cumming,” she screamed as I matched her
and I emptied my spunk into the condom.
We lay for some time.
“Didn’t it bother you, Sam?”
“I’m sorry to say this Debbie but guys getting off
watching you really turn me on and the fact that a
stranger actually had his hand up there turns me on
too.”
“Why, don’t you love me?”
“Of course I do but I remember at school when you
used to flaunt yourself to the guys, I loved watching
them being horny watching you. All that testosterone
somehow excited me and now you’re mine, I realised
tonight, and in the pub a few weeks ago that the fact
that you and I are a couple, it turns me on more than
ever.
She admitted that night, she missed the flaunting
Debbie she used to be. She told me she used to
fantasise about her control over the boys at school
and dreamed about them all wanting to seduce her
while she could turn them on or off as she wished.
She said she would masturbate with these images.
“Maybe we could still play that game again?” I said.
“We go to another club and act separate for a little
while to see what happens. You can get turned on by
being chatted up and then we’ll come home and fuck.”
She said nothing much about it and I left the idea in
the air.
Around 3 weeks later we were going out on a Saturday
night when she said, “Fancy trying that new bar
across town?The DJ’s supposed to be great.”
“Ok, but as long as you dress up sexily for it.”
She looked at me and smiled before disappearing and
coming back in looking awesome. Her low cut top
accentuated her breasts which looked as though they
were struggling to escape. Her legs looked long and
sexy from her short skirt which flared out with some
kind of starched underskirt.
“Will I do?”
“Fuck yes,” I replied.
As we walked down the road to the bar I asked her,
“Do you want to play the game we suggested a few
weeks ago?”
“Maybe for 30 minutes or so,” she suggested.
She bought her drink and stood looking as though she
had a date who was late. I watched her. It took no
more than 5 minutes before a guy of around 35 walked
up to her and talked. She chatted back but he moved
on so I suppose she must have said she was waiting
for someone. The next were a couple of 18 year old
guys. They stood either side of her and were getting
an eyeful of her breasts. One kissed her on the cheek
and she coyly smiled. The other did the same. They
chatted some more and then I saw her shake her head.
They shrugged their shoulders and walked off.
I went over to talk to her.
She said, “The first guy was quite nice but a bit
drunk and the second two asked if I wanted a
threesome.”
My cock was hard already.
We gave it another 30 minutes and she got as far as
sitting with a 28 year old guy who bought her a drink
and I saw his hand on her leg, squeezing it. He sat
back at one point and nodded to his crotch and I saw
a clear hard on there. Debbie again quietly declined
and he went off.
When we got home we fucked like rabbits and this time
Debbie was into all the fantasy about what might have
happened.
“Oh Sam I get so excited knowing these guys want me
and can’t have me.”
That’s when I realised my brain was heading towards a
different agenda. I wanted them to have her!
Debbie was into the fantasy of teasing guys and
though it wasn’t on our weekly agenda, we did do it
every few weeks usually for about an hour or so and
then we would meet up and go somewhere else to talk
about it and have a drink together.
The change happened quite quickly one evening. It was
a Friday and we chose a bar we hadn’t tried before.
It wasn’t rough but equally wasn’t exactly a cocktail
bar either. Debbie was approached quite quickly by a
guy of around 34 or so. He was with some other guys
but peeled off to speak to her. He was not quite her
type in the sense that he was “a bit of rough,” but
was a stunningly good looking guy. He was about 5
feet 10 inches, well-built but not too muscled. His
hair was very short, almost shaved and he had a
tattoo on each arm. His eyes were piercingly blue and
his teeth amazingly white. His jeans profiled that he
was a well-endowed guy.
Debbie spoke to him for some time and they were
laughing. He bought her a drink and she was flirting
like mad. We reached our timed deadline for going.
Usually she would quietly decline him and head out
the door and I would follow but he was being quite
persuasive. Debbie was insistent and stood to leave.
I saw him write his phone number down for her and as
she went out, I followed her. Once safely down the
street, I caught up with her and we stood and chatted
to catch up on what had been said.
“Trying to move in once you thought I had gone then!”
said the voice.
I looked around to find the guy standing behind me.
“I saw you looking at her so I assumed you fancied
your chances once she left,” he continued.
I was about to explain when suddenly Debbie spoke.
“Actually I was looking at him too,” she said. “You
are both handsome guys and I should be flattered you
are both interested in me. I wouldn’t know which to
choose.”
The guy softened. “Well you’re a good looking girl
too and I was just worried he might have had
something else in mind so I came to see you were ok.”
“Actually I met this guy last week. His name’s Sam
and we had a casual arrangement to meet tonight and
perhaps go back to my place but you and I got
talking. Dan, this is Sam and Sam, this is Dan.”
We stood looking at each other and shook hands
lamely. He was a good looking guy by any standards
and I could see that Debbie had the hots for him but
we were in an awkward situation.
“So there’s no hard feelings, why don’t you both come
back to my place and have a drink,” said Debbie.
My mind was racing. What about pictures, after-shave
and other manly traces of my existence.
Debbie was in full flow. “I live with my brother but
he’s away for the weekend so it will be nice to have
the attention of two gentlemen for a chat.”
The word chat was said rather suggestively and my
mind was racing. Surely she wasn’t actually going to
let him…..fuck her? My cock was brick hard and my
heart was pounding with both fear and expectation.
This was dangerous. This was dirty!
“I will if he will,” said Dan.
“Ok,” I said meekly.
The walk back was slightly embarrassing with small
talk and me trying really hard to be a stranger. I
had never seen Debbie like this, in control and horny
for a stranger. It slightly unnerved and excited me
at the same time. I hung slightly back so I could
watch her with him. My cock was so hard. I felt like
an excited teenager.
Thankfully Dan went to the toilet when we got in and
we had a frantic 5 minutes while he was in there
(washing himself?) hiding anything that might give us
away. We slept together but I kept my belongings in
the other room as Debbie took up too much space so
the room looked like it was hers.
When he came out, I dashed in and did wash myself,
just in case. When I came out Debbie had poured beers
for us and then tripped off to “get comfortable.”
She returned 10 minutes later looking stunning. Her
hair looked so shiny, her skin glowed and she was
wearing little slip-over dress in white with her bra
and pants just visible through the fabric.
Dan wolf whistled when she came in.
“I’m kind of new to this,” said Debbie, “So who’s
going to kiss me first?”
Dan stood up and walked over to her. His strong
workman’s hands looked enormous as he held her
shoulders and kissed her gently on the cheek, then
slowly worked around to her lips. He had taken his
jacket off and stood in white t-shirt tucked into
Levi’s. His bottom was firm and tight within his
jeans. My cock was rock solid and tight within mine.
His hand cupped her right breast and he gently
squeezed them upwards and kissed the exposed top
which had oozed out of her bra.
“You just watching or joining mate?” he said, jolting
me back to life.
I decided to push this further and more quickly in
case it didn’t go all the way so I pulled off my polo
shirt, unbuckled my jeans and slipped off my shoes
and socks quickly standing in my tight grey boxers,
my 7 inches sticking obscenely tenting outwards
within them. I walked over and stood behind Debbie
and prodded her buttocks with my cock.
“My, my we do have an excited guy here don’t we?” she
said, gripping my hard cock.
She started to pull up the guy’s t-shirt and revealed
a quite if not overly hairy chest, a small tattoo of
an eagle on his right shoulder. Once that was off and
as I kissed her neck, she deftly unbuckled and
unclipped his jeans letting them drop. He was wearing
not-so-sexy, ice blue cotton boxers and his cock was
hanging heavily and menacingly down his leg, looking
much like the business end of a hose pipe.
Debbie gripped it as Dan kicked off his jeans. He now
stood in socks and shorts. She dropped to her knees
suddenly, leaving Dan and I looking uncomfortably at
each other. She slid both pairs of underwear down and
my cock, always liked a coiled spring whacked up and
hit her chin. I looked down and Dan’s though not
fully hard, was already around 8 inches but thick,
very thick. His pink piss slit peeked out from
foreskin like a flower pushing the petals aside and a
little drip of pre-cum sat at the head.
Debbie’s tongue dashed out as she held it, and licked
the clear liquid before a third of his cock
disappeared into her mouth. She had one hand on my
cock, her mouth around his cock and her other hand on
his heavy balls. As she sucked I heard her gag. She
slid her mouth back and the big cock had now become a
monster. It stood straight out at just short of 10
inches but the real shock was the girth. This was a
thick cock by any standard.
Debbie took my cock in her mouth and expertly sucked
my upward curving manhood almost until I blew in her
mouth. I had to quickly withdraw it. Debbie stood up
and pulled her top off, asking Dan to unclip her bra
as she dropped her pants. We both stripped naked in
time with her and I felt slightly inadequate next to
this real man. He took her in his arms, or rather
enveloped her as his lips crushed down on her and his
hands explored her, moving from her neck to her
breasts and then finally finding her wet cunt lips.
I watched in awe as his fingers invaded her cunt and
Debbie just swooned in his arms. I tried to play my
part, standing behind her kissing the nape of her
neck but found myself kissing the back of a hairy
hand as he returned to her neck ready to lift her
into the bedroom.
He carried her and laid her on the bed, her legs
dangling off the base. He knelt between her legs and
buried his face between them, I saw his tongue
disappear into the slit between her neatly trimmed
bush. I climbed on the bed and offered my cock to
Debbie and she took it as she whimpered to Dan’s
invasion of her intimate spot. The slurping sound was
erotic coupled with Debbie’s whimpering, her buttocks
rising to meet his mouth and she started her climb to
orgasm.
Dan lay flat on her and kissed his way up her body as
I watched. The shock was when he reached her mouth.
Just as I went to pull my cock out, her gripped it,
pulled it out and slid it into his own mouth, sucking
with a force I had never experienced. He then offered
my cock back to Debbie and took turn around with her
at sucking. Once more I had to beg him to stop before
I shot my load.
He rolled on to his back and said, “Now you two can
do it!”
Debbie quickly went down on his big cock and I
suddenly found a desire to join her. When she pushed
it in my direction and my mouth hungrily engulfed it
the feeling of another man’s cock in my mouth was
unbelievable. It was so hard, so living and so
dirty!. I could taste his precum, drooling out of it
and I didn’t care. When I relinquished it to Debbie,
I found my mouth drifting down between his legs and
licking his hairy balls.
“Yes that’s it lick me, suck me you cock hungry
whores!” he said.
The words shocked me then I realised that at that
moment, I was. I wanted to taste the cock that was
going to fuck my Debbie, I wanted to feel its
hardness and if I thought I could have, I would have
liked to feel it enter me too. However, contrary to
popular erotic writing, surely this virgin bottom
would never take 10 inches in one go! These oral
gymnastics went on for about 10 minutes before Debbie
begged him to fuck her. I jumped to the bedside
cabinet and ripped open the condom handing it to him.
Just watching him trying to stretch it over his cock
was mouth-watering.
Debbie lay on the bed, her legs wide. He asked me to
lie on top of her in a 69 position and, while she
sucked my cock I started to lick her little nub. As I
slurped away I was aware of Dan climbing on to the
bed and his cock heading in my direction. As I
licked, he pushed it past my lips and started his
entry into Debbie, my tongue feeling the hardness of
his cock pass me. The taste of the latex was
strangely erotic and the rubber left a slightly numb
feeling on my tongue.
Debbie was gasping above me but she was so horny and
so wet that his cock met little resistance as it slid
into her, despite its size. As he started to fuck in
earnest I had to move out but he rolled Debbie on to
her side, her lags wrapped around his hips opening my
view of his cock fucking her. I was able to slide in
behind her and resume licking as he fucked her. I
cupped his balls as he fucked and was able to lick
them, my lips straying towards his arse where his
musky masculinity was noticeable.
I stroked my own cock, no desire to take part.
Watching this spectacle close at hand was enough to
get me harder than I could ever remember. Debbie
howled as she reached an orgasm, her sharp nails
leaving red welts on his back. I hoped he didn’t need
to hide the evidence from anyone. He had her legs
wide in the air now and I was standing behind him
watching him pull almost fully out before slamming
back into Debbie’s stretched cunt. I was desperate to
cum. I would have great pleasure in fucking Debbie
after he left, at my own pace.
He pulled out of Debbie and looked at me, gripping me
behind the neck and pushing me on to the bed beside
her. He climbed back on the bed and ripped the condom
off, arching his back as a spray of cum shot with
such force it almost hurt. Both Debbie and I were
sprayed across the face and neck and my own cock
begged for release. When I announced my impending
orgasm, Dan bent down and put his mouth over my cock,
pushing my hand away and sucking hard. I fired into
his mouth instantly and he drank every drop before
licking his own cum off Debbie’s face.
My shocked expression made him laugh. “A few years at
swingers parties loosens inhibitions, he said.
For a first threesome, this guy was awesome, taking
me to a place I never thought I could go, or would
want to go. His complete relaxation about all aspects
of sex found a bisexual side in me I hadn’t fully
realised existed but from that night onwards I looked
at guys differently.
“Ok, so are you husband and wife, or boyfriend and
girlfriend?” he asked.
I tried to bluff but he just continued. “I hope I
fulfilled your fantasy.”
I smiled and nodded.
“Good, ‘cos that was fucking great!”
Debbie was willing to let me fuck her again after Dan
went. She and I were so randy that we fucked for over
an hour after he left.
The meeting with Dan temporarily satiated our need
for sex outside our relationship so when a call came
from him about 3 weeks later, asking for another
meet, we didn’t agree immediately.
“I thought you might have called before now,” he
asked.
“We weren’t sure if we wanted or needed to do it
again,” I answered honestly.
“I want us to fuck,” he said.
“Debbie?” I asked.
“No, each other.”
“I need to think about that one,” I replied.
I put it to Debbie, who was quite unconcerned.
“I can’t imagine you taking his dick up your arse,”
she said. “It took me all my time but it would be fun
to watch you try.”
We met. It was one thing being the voyeur and
watching my girlfriend being fucked, it was another
having that role reversed and worse still, in a
homosexual encounter. I went ahead because one minute
it disgusted me and the next I had a steaming
erection at the prospect. I drank probably a bit too
much before we met. I took a Viagra, something I had
never needed before and when we all came back from
the pub, the session went exactly as it had the time
before right up to Debbie getting fucked royally by
Dan.
This time, halfway through fucking and with me
relaxing and watching while wanking my cock, he told
me to lubricate and fuck him. The sensation of
sticking my fingers up another man’s arse was odd. I
could feel hairs dragging at my fingers as I slid
them in. I was concerned about cleanliness but he
seemed spotlessly clean. With Debbie’s help, I had
spent some time with a lot of soapy water at my own
rear end, just in case I did manage to take cock.
I pulled on a condom and started to push against his
rectum. Initially I kept sliding out and, if it
hadn’t been for the Viagra, I probably would have
drooped. Suddenly my cock slid into him. All the way
into him in fact. He gasped with a sharp intake of
breath and I assumed I should have been more careful
but I was in. The sensation was unlike that of
fucking a woman’s cunt. The grip was tighter and
almost like a suction pump gripping me on all sides.
My cock immediately went to full mast and I began to
fuck while holding Dan’s hips. He let my thrusts,
push him into Debbie and he grunted in tandem with
her as my actions were actually fucking both of them.
I began to get into the rhythm and was really
hammering away at him. During this and with some
fingering administration to Debbie’s clit, Debbie
came. At that point I was close to boiling point and
announced I was going to cum.
“No you fucking don’t,” said Dan, pulling himself off
my cock. “Your need to feel a cock in you too.”
I was dreading this. Even with the Viagra, I started
to droop to a semi-hard state while Dan rolled me
over and had me lying on my side with my knees pulled
up slightly towards my chest. Debbie looked on
enthusiastically, lightly fingering herself as he
watched. He lubed me with two fingers and that hurt.
He spent some time, however and it gradually eased
somewhat. I was told to open by anus as though I was
about to push out but instead to relax and allow the
fingers to invade me. It took around 15 minutes
before he said he was going to try.
Debbie, God bless her, tried to help by scooting
around to take my soft cock in her mouth and suck it
gently.
Dan stretched the condom on and lubed his cock. First
he pressed gently against my hole, and out. Each time
he pushed slightly more until with a little plop, and
a rather girly squeal from me, the head popped in. He
stayed like that for around 5 minutes just pushing
slightly and then back. When I asked how long he
would stay with just the head in, Dan announce that
over half his cock was now inside me. I couldn’t
believe it. My hands strayed around and felt, and
sure enough, around 4 inches of thick cock were up my
hole. The passiveness of the situation appealed to
me. A burly guy, impaling me on his hunk of manhood.
I realised my cock was fully hard in Debbie’s mouth.
She assumed she had done her job but at that moment,
Dan’s cock had done it. I was impaled for over 20
minutes before he announced I had all his cock inside
me and he actually started to fuck me. I can’t say it
didn’t hurt because it did but the pain was weird in
that it was sexually stimulating and eventually I
crawled on to all fours and let him really impale me.
He held my hips and fucked with firm strokes, banging
against my cheeks as he did so. Debbie had returned
to cock sucking and lay under me, her fingers between
her own legs frigging quietly as this monster cock
hammered by virginal hole.
Dan started to cum. I felt his cock go rigid and the
sperm forcing up his cock with a rippling sensation
on its way to be arrested in the teat of the condom.
An odd sensation gripped the tip of my cock and
Debbie started gagging. I realised I had cum in her
mouth, poor girl! The quantity seemed to be far
greater than she was used to as she slid out,
spluttering and coughing, spunk pouring out of her
mouth.
She laughed afterwards and I apologised.
Debbie went off to clean up and Dan asked me what I
thought of it.
“Strangely exciting,” I said.
“A one off?” queried Dan.
I didn’t answer.
“It won’t be,” he said. “That’s why I’m no longer
married, I needed cock too much.”
Of course I told him I was different. This was my
first homosexual experience.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew it wouldn’t be the
last.