Supermarket Sex by TBA

Subject: Supermarket Sex

I retain all copyright to this story and it may not be used by anyone other than Nifty without my express permission.

Until the frigid winter of 1982 I was a completely satisfied, reasonably attractive, heterosexual male. Indeed, I had even contemplated proposing marriage to my live-in girlfriend of two years. Tina was intelligent, attractive, and a sexual adventuress---everything a man could want from his mate. We made love in the morning, again during our luncheon rendezvous, and culminated our day with a late-night fuck and suck session. There was nothing Tina wouldn't do sexually: public sex, sodomy, cunnilingus, fellatio, light S & M and bondage all entered into our repertoire. Together we were sexual dynamite, never anticipating the sudden spark which would soon split us apart.

My recent promotion necessitated a forty-plus mile commute and, since Tina's job required residing in close proximity, I begrudgingly took the arduous hike every day. My position was challenging, the salary more than adequate, and the experience rewarding. However, my new schedule took a serious bite out of our sexual appetite. Morning sex grew seldom, gone were our luncheon tete-a-tetes, and even most evenings we were too exhausted to make the effort. Our highly charged erotic life shorted out to a weekend affair.

Grand opening of the newly constructed super- supermarket, with which I was employed, was approaching with rapidity while the place remained in mass disorganization. Checkstands had not been installed, shelves were only partially stocked, electrical wiring was still being run, and hiring had not yet been completed. In the midst of this chaos, I glanced out across the counter of my platform office in the vicinity of the delicatessen and into the most sensual pair of eyes I had ever seen in my twenty-five years. They were hazel in color, framed by long curved lashes, twinkling with excitement, danger, and Every Mans Desire. And they belonged to another man!

Now, as I mentioned at the beginning of this tale, my sexual desires revolved around members of the fairer sex. But, truth be told, in my formative teenage years I harbored curiosity about other boys---especially the gay ones. I wondered what it would be like to have another guy going down on me; fantasized spreading the high school jock's muscled ass with my rod; imagined how hot cum would taste on my tongue; wanted to believe that Boys Do It Better. But my first taste of juicy pussy put an end to those thoughts---until the day when I looked into those dark lusting angel eyes.

He was bold in his gaze, never flinching, never looking away, continuing to hold eye contact with me. I desperately wanted to break the spell but for some inexplicable reason found myself unable---or unwilling---to. A slight smile curved one corner of his sensuous lips and a quick nod in my direction told me he knew I was captivated. Reluctantly I pulled away from his hypnotic gaze, yet throughout the day I continually cast furtive glances in his general direction.

He stood about six foot tall, his body long and lean like a swimmer's. Shoulder length hair (remember this was the eighties) framed his handsome features, parted high on one side and falling low across his forehead. His skin was smooth and clean-shaven; his lips full and moist. Fine hairs escaped the collar of his flannel work shirt, which hung loosely on his slim torso while faded denim jeans clung to narrow hips and shapely buttocks. Several times during the day he caught me checking him out and returned the favor by running those Shameless eyes up and down my manly body. I must admit that I found myself uncharacteristically enjoying the blatant overtures and, later that night, pounded Tina as I had never before.

Surprisingly, grand opening went off splendidly and we were a success. Over the next month things settled into a routine and co-workers began to create their cliques. Several days passed before I physically came into contact with the guy whose eyes locked with mine almost constantly from across the way. I had just punched my time card to end another difficult day and was returning it to the employee rack when I half-turned and---there he was---standing directly behind me! I looked into those familiar hazel orbs and, internally, melted. My Hidden Instincts threatened to surface, but I managed to maintain a status quo. He spoke first.

"All finished for the day?"

"One more down," I allowed, fighting back my unexplained nervousness at being in such close proximity to the deli-tease.

At close range he appeared rather ordinary and certainly not someone to whom you would normally give a second look. His skin was smooth and unblemished, the long angular cut of his face broken by high cheek bones and a slight cleft in his chin. Yet those predatory eyes made him the most desirable person I had ever met. He looked at me as though I were the prey, and he the mighty hunter.

Unexpectedly, he leaned close to me and whispered his hot breath into my ear.

"Have a haaaaaard night!" And then, just as suddenly, he turned and left.

Composing myself, I nervously glanced around to be sure our exchange had not been observed and then headed out of the building to my car. From across the lot I saw him opening the door to his vehicle. Almost as if he knew I was watching, he turned to look directly at me, winked and then slid into the automobile. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I hurried to my Mustang, jammed the key into the ignition and high-tailed it out of there. All the way home, visions of this mysterious man filled my conscious thoughts and later that night, as Tina's burgundy-glossed lips circled my blood-engorged erection, I closed my eyes and fantasized the stud servicing me. My vision was so intense that I came almost immediately, flooding Tina's loving mouth with my jism and then ferociously ate out her pussy.

The next day failed to bring an end to these sudden and Ultimate Desires. Just the sight of him slicing cold-cuts behind the glass-encased counter gave me a woodie. I wondered why, after all these years, such repressed feelings were resurfacing and resolved that I must not give in. I had a good thing going with Tina and there was no logical reason to threaten our relationship. Having never touched another man classified me as "straight" and "straight" I would remain.

Later in the day, returning to my office from the men's room, I was approached by the beastly security guard who generally policed the loading dock. In contrast to the deli-boy, this man was possibly the ugliest human being I had ever laid eyes upon. He was short, fat, bald, had an unpleasant body odor and, in general, resembled Quasimodo. We had previously worked together in another location prior to the opening of this store. I hadn't liked him then---and I didn't like him now.

"I see you're friendly with the fag," he growled, his left eye twitching as it often did.

At first I was taken aback at his bold statement. Not wanting to engage in conversation with the creep, yet intrigued by his words, I swallowed my revulsion and pressed him. "Fag! Who?"

He tossed his head in the direction of the delicatessen. A whisp of gray hair dislodged from his comb-over to fall across his face. He spat onto his fat dirty hand and slicked it back into place.

"The pretty one named Ray......and his boyfriend.......over there."

On more than one occasion I had observed Ray leaving in a baby blue Corvette with an older man who also worked behind the deli counter. While Ray appeared to be a few years my junior, this other man had to be every bit of forty. He was an average looking man of medium build with a round face, big impressive eyes, a thick well-groomed mustache and almost too-dark hair, indicating a dye job. Fine lines had formed around his eyes, probably from too much time spent in the sun. In the short time we had worked together Bert, as he was called, impressed me as being an outgoing and friendly sort. In my naivety, I had never stopped to consider them as lovers.

"H-How do you know that?" I stammered, not really wanting to continue a conversation with stinky, but my curiosity had been aroused.

Trollman rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue. "The young one tried to hit on me in the john and his bitch got pissed. Not that I woulda let him blow me," he hastily added.

Yeah, right, I thought. Somehow the thought of this young handsome guy initiating sex with beast-man didn't ring true. I glanced over at the deli counter and was stunned to see both men watching the exchange between myself and chubbo. Repulsed, I attempted to break away from the douchesac but he had also observed our audience. Grasping my by the forearm with his dirty claw he leaned close and whispered in my ear. His hot fetid breath assaulted my senses as he warned:

"Watch out! They make movies of the guys they snag! You wouldn't want your girl friend to see one, would ya?" And then he hobbled away.

I stood dumbfounded on the sales floor and attempted to process the events of the past few moments. Just what was his interest in this situation? Had he, by observing me in polite conversation with the men, presumed that I was of their persuasion and this was his feeble attempt at "flushing me out"? A multitude of disturbing thoughts flashed through my mind. Glancing over at the deli I saw the two lovers whispering conspiratorially while casting a seemingly knowing look at me. What the hell was going on? How had my life suddenly become so complicated?

That night I resolved to go home, make mad passionate love to Tina and wipe these foreign thoughts from my mind. Then I would explain to her the bizarre circle of events transpiring at work and we would thrash it all out. Holding nothing back, I planned to tell her of my strange and unexplained attraction to this boy. Of all the people I knew, Tina was the least judgemental. She would have the answer.

Arriving home to our tiny apartment, I tossed the keys onto the overstuffed sofa and rushed to the refrigerator where I confiscated a nice cold Molson. Popping off the cap, I took a long draw of the beer and sauntered over to the dining room area. There, propped up between the salt and pepper shaker, was a piece of Tina's stationary with a note scrawled in her immaculate hand.

"Sorry Babe. Mom's feeling down tonight. Anniversary of the day Daddy died. I'm going to spend the night with her. I know you'll understand. Left overs are in the fridge. Love you. T"

Tina and I never had that conversation.

The full force of winter didn't strike until late March of that year. For days weather forecasters had warned of an impending storm but they never guessed at the blizzard which dumped over a foot and a half of snow over the tri-state area. Thick snowflakes began to fall by late morning and, by the time my shift had ended, almost a foot of the stuff was on the ground. The governor had declared a state of emergency, making any thought of my driving home an impossibility. Knowing there was a hotel a short distance away, I braved the storm and trudged through the heavy white fluff to my Mustang which, incidentally, handled quite poorly in inclement conditions. My ski jacket provided some protection from the driving wind which made the snow feel like tiny needles attacking my face as I worked diligently with gloved hands to remove the mounds of snow from my vehicle. I had almost completed the task when a voice from behind shouted through the howling wind.

"Not gonna drive home in thie stuff, are ya?" With the hood of his parka pulled low I recognized Bert by his mustache and even white teeth.

"Gonna check into the Motor Lodge," I shouted back.

"Didn't you hear, man?" he countered. "They're all booked up. Been that way for hours."

Shit! Now what was I going to do? Go back inside and sleep on a checkstand all night? The thought was far from appealing. I cursed myself for not having left the moment the storm started.

"Why don't you come and stay at my place?" Bert offered cheerily, "I'm only a few miles down the road."

There I stood in the falling snow, my car wheels practically covered, darkness approaching, no way to get home and the only hotel in town had no vacancy, It seemed I had very few options and should be grateful for Bert's overture.

"Thanks," I responded. "I'd appreciate that."

"Oh," he smiled, "It'll be my pleasure." Had the hood of his jacket not been pulled low to protect his face I would have seen a mischievous twinkling in those large brown eyes.

Bert carefully made his way through the drifting snow to Ray's awaiting vehicle. Obviously knowing that "Vets handled worse than "Stangs in snow, he had left his sports car home. Slowly Ray made his way out of the parking lot with me following from a safe distance behind. Roadways were extremely treacherous, vision was minimal, and I held my wheel in a Power Grip to maintain control of the vehicle. The four mile trip took us nearly an hour!

Bert's house was a big old three-story structure located in a residential area not far from the railroad station. As it turned out, the house belonged to his grandmother, who greeted us at the door. The old lady looked every bit of eighty and a nicer person I had never met. She helped us off with our weather gear and served up hot chocolate while spinning tales in broken English about winters in the "old country" during her youth. I was made to feel very much at home.

Shortly, Bert suggested we retire to the "play room" and watch television or play video games. The "play room" turned out to be the renovated basement. This area had been completely modernized wtih a wet bar, cozy corner nook and cushioned seating which ran along the expanse of three walls. The blue walls were adorned with movie and television memorobilia and a wide-screen set dominated the predominantly blue room. The basement reminded me of a futuristic studio apartment and I wondered if this is where i was to spend the evening.

I had been deposited here while the boys left to change out of their work clothes. Perusing the video cassettes, alphabetically arranged in the built-in shelving I noticed the owner's strong interest in Bette Davis and James Bond.

"Find anything you like?" I turned to see the handsome Ray, now dressed in a simple pair of drawstring sweat pants (blue) and T-shirt. He padded across the carpeted floor in stocking feet to stand beside me and whispered conspiritorially, "He keeps the good stuff hidden."

Any question I had about the "good stuff" caught in my throat as Bert suddenly breezed back into the room. The older man was literally squeezed into a red tank top and extremely short cut-off jeans. There was no mistaking the massive bulge his equipment made in the too-tight outfit as he flitted about the room tidying up. I could feel Ray's eyes burning into me and was certain he knew I had noticed his lover's basket----but that, i was certain, was the idea.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Bert offered as he flicked on the television and inserted a cassette into the video player. In actuality, I had begun to feel quite uncomfortable. Their Untamed Seduction was becoming more and more apparant and my Natural Response was to make a hasty retreat. But, with the weather conditions outside, that was impossible. I was a prisoner in the home of these two gay lovers.

Either due to nervousness or the excessive heating in this portion of the house, I began to perspire profusely and knew I had to ditch some of my winter clothing. Pulling the heavy cardigan sweater over my head provided some relief, but when I removed the dress shirt beneath I felt much better. Attired in black slacks and white tank top, I sat back on the comfortable cushioned bench and resolved to make the best of the situation.

As the video player launched into a concert from David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust days, Ray went into the other room to fix refreshments while Bert and I chatted, mostly about work. The attention his eyes paid to my muscular arms and heaving pectorals was obvious. But hell, I was hot (in more ways than one) and refused to be intimidated by the man. Truth be known, I had been making an appraisal of his body as well.

Seeing Bert in his skimpy attire, as opposed to the rigid work code, was interesting. This fortyish man who appeared so ordinary behind the deli counter took on a new appearance in his own familiar surroundings. His exposed arms were strong and tight, waistline trim, legs long and hairy. Tufts of dark hair peeked out from his tank top and escaped from the arm holes while darkened nipples stood out against the stretched fabric. The seemingly expanding bulge to the left of the zipper on his Daisy Dukes attested to the fact that underwear were not in his repertoire. I had made my appraisal discreetly through the course of our casual conversation, but was suddenly sure he had seen me checking out his groin. Realizing I was Pushing the Limit, I crimsoned and turned my attention back to the screen. My predicament was precarious enough without offering them any encouragement.

Ray made his return with three glasses of pale pink liquid over ice----some vodka and cranberry concoction---the first of which he served to his man-friend. As he approached with my cocktail, his crotch was at eye level and I couldn't help but notice the jiggle under his sweats as his package bounced freely. Neither of them wore undergarments----or was this part of their seduction? I took the drink from Ray, our hands absently brushing, and gulped from the glass. This proved to be a mistake since Ray's mixology method was obviously 98% alcohol and 2% mixer. Not being much a drinker this threatened to unbalance my Libran scales.

Ray took a seat on the floor between myself and Bert, long legs stretched out in front of him. As it turned out he was the David Bowie fan. I confessed to not being particularly knowledgeable about the singer, prompting Bert to jump from his seat and rummage through his tape collection for something that would interest me. I was secretly amused at how eager they were to please and sipped more of my drink.

The tape whirred in the machine and soon a grainy image flashed across the screen. A nurse in an unusually short uniform wiggled like a chanteuse down the dimly lit corridor to a makeshift nurses station. Out of nowhere a man in white (the doctor, I presumed) grabbed her from behind, tossed her up against the wall and thrust his hand under her dress.

I let out a nervous laugh. "What are we watching?"

"A porno flick," replied Bert, wide eyes fixed intently on me. "You are familiar with porn, aren't you?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "It's cool with me."

The nurse's uniform was totally off now and the doctor's face was buried in her bush. One thing that drove Tina wild was having her pussy eaten and I'd become an excellent snatch snacker. The scene depicted on sceen, and the memory of our last oral escapade, made my cock begin to stir under my cotton slacks. My attention remained riveted to the screen as Linda Lovelace made porn history with her male co-star. There was no controlling my pecker, which had stiffened considerably.

All of this had not gone unnoticed by my two hosts who, I realized, were glaring with wanton abandon at the tent in my pants. Damn my male libido! Nervously I drained the glass, crossed my legs and hid my hands between them. Despite my objections Ray was up in a heartbeat and hurried off to prepare another--- leaving Bert and I alone.

"You like that?" Bert asked pointedly.

"Yeah," I said quickly. "I like that a lot." Let him know that girls turn me on, I thought, grasping at some form of self-preservation.

"That's not what we hear," he countered in a sing-songy I've-got-a-secret voice.

"W-What?" I stammered. "What do you mean?"

By then Ray had returned with my drink and I practically downed the entire thing in one slug. Bert had merely shrugged his naked shoulder at my query, playing a game of cat and mouse. I was feeling the booze and had no patience for games. I shot my head over to look Ray directly in those sultry eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me what he's talkin' about?"

Reaching out to put his hand on my knee cap and absently rub, he avoided my eyes and replied, "It's just that we heard some stories. From the security troll."

So that was it! The rotten little bastard was playing both ends against the middle. His motive soon became apparent. The alcohol had made me bold and I confronted the situation head-on.

"He's been telling me stories about the two of you, too," I revealed. "Now why don't you stop pussy-footing around and tell me exactly what he said regarding me?"

Bert and Ray exchanged quick glances. In that silent interlude it had been resolved that Bert would expose the tale. Ray remained squatting on his haunches in front of me but his hand, unsure at this turn of events, had left my leg. Bert's initial statement slapped me across the face:

"He told us that you and he were lovers," he began. "That you lived with a girl merely for appearances and that you stayed with him on weekends where he--------"

I swallowed hard, "Go on."

Bert looked me dead in the eye. "He said that he fucks you continually. And that you beg for more."

I began to laugh. I laughed so hard and so loud I thought Grandma would come bounding down the stairs at any moment. I laughed so hard that if I had to urinate there would have been no control. Tears streamed down my cheeks....my gut ached from the spasms.....my thigh hurt from the slapping I gave it....... Then I saw their confused faces and I laughed even harder.

"And.........and..........and you.......... believed that?" I managed. "You thought I was doing the back door disco with him and decided it was your turn for a piece of the action? Holy shit!" Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 20:39:16 -0500 (EST) From: royale-ity@webtv.net Subject: Supermarket Sex 2

The tale you are about to read is real. The events actually happened, although in some instances minor details may have been changed for story content purposes. Names of the individuals have been altered to protect the guilty as well as the innocent (myself, of course!). Contained herein are graphic sexual images about man-man-man sex. Should you find this distasteful, or should you be under legal age of consent, please read no further

As part one of the story ended, I had just learned from the two gay lovers, in whose home I sought refuge from the raging blizzard, that one of our co-workers had accused me of being his former lover. At first I found the accusation hilarious, denied it vehemently, and then ....

"If I was gonna go gay," I insisted, "he'd have to be one hot motherfucker!"

"Like Ray." Bert had made the statement which silenced me instantly. The atmosphere within these four walls suddenly turned as frigid as the howling wind outside on this cold winter's night. Two pairs of eyes were upon me and, for a change, I was speechless.

Ray was within arm's length of me, squatting on his haunches, long arms crossed over the knees of his blue sweat pants, looking up at me with those sultry eyes whch had started all this trouble. There was no denying he had stirred conflicting emotions within me over the past few months. Not drop dead gorgeous like a GQ cover model, he was handsome in his own carefree way. During intercourse with my girlfriend, I had often visualized him under my thrusting body, those sensual hazel eyes staring up into mine. When Tina had given me head, I had closed my eyes and seen Ray there with my fat cock buried between his thin wet lips. I had reached orgasm wanting desperately to call out his name. How could I honestly sit here and deny that he was the hot motherfucker I wanted to break my cherry.

Seemingly in slow motion, Ray moved upwards towards me from his uncomfortable position on the floor. Hands resting on my strong upper thighs he tilted his head slightly and suddenly, without warning, his lips were on mine! I started to protest at this Unexpected Persuasion, unwittingly providing him with the opportunity to slide his tongue into the hollows of my mouth. I responded almost instantly. My wet tongue intertwined with his to do an erotic dance as we probed each other's hungry mouths. My right hand came up to grasp the back of his head, fingers clutching at his silken hair, drawing him closer to me while my left hand traced the length of his masculine spine. The Young Stimulator was wrapped in my masculine arms, and I was enjoying it! Never had I felt such an overwhelming lust and the fact that another man was taking me to this plateau only increased the eroticism.

Realizing I was Going Too Far, but unable to stop myself, I ran my hand down the base of his spine, slid it under the elastic of his sweats, and copped a feel of his tight smooth ass cheeks. As he sucked on my tongue like it was a tiny cock, Ray brought his hands up to my bulging pecs and teased my protruding nipples through the thin material of the tank top. Taking each nub between the thumb and forefinger he twisted and pulled on my sensitive nips, driving me mad with desire. Both my hands were now busy in the back of his pants, pulling apart his sweaty crack and toying with the moist hole which I desperately wanted to fuck. Our breathing was heavy, lips smacking together, saliva oozing from the corners of mouths, tongues battling a raunchy duel, bodies pressed together, he attempting to dominate me, me wanting Every Inch of Him.

Hands were tugging on my slacks and I lifted my buttocks to allow them to be pulled down my thighs, followed by my briefs. Fingers toyed with my hairy nuts, grazed against my throbbing meat and embedded themselves in the mass of my lustrous pubic patch. A single finger traveled up the vein of my seven inches and circled the blood-engorged head, urging a drop of pre-cum to ooze from the piss-slit. Bert bent down to take the droplet onto his greedy tongue, all the while watching me watching him. Seeing there was no protest he went to work licking the length of my pecker, sucking the head into his mouth, lapping my now-abundant pre-cum and devouring it like honey.

As Bert gave me an expert tongue bath, Ray broke our kiss, pulled the tank top over my head and went to work chewing on my hardened nipples. He was an excellent tit man, swirling his tongue around the erect nub and alternately rubbing the day's growth stubble of beard against it. Biting down on it, he pulled my nipp away from my body until I winced and nearly cried out in pain before returning to a fevered sucking on the tortured flesh. The sensations he gave my tits caused my cock to spasm uncontrollably, prompting Bert to take my entire Drive Shaft down his gullet and deep throat me into oblivion.

"Stop!" I moaned unconvincingly, but some Guys Just Can't Stop and these two were no exception. Bert began deep throating me with wild abandon, slamming my cock in and out of his tunnel of lust. For fear of shooting my load too soon I closed my eyes and leaned back against the blue wall behind me. As if sensing that I was about to unload, Bert eased off my cock and began playful little flicks with his sloppy tongue down the length of my shaft and into my sweat-covered balls. Soon I felt another mouth on me and looked down to see three quarters of my equipment buried in Ray's handsome face.

"Ooooooooooohhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I moaned. What a fucking sight it was! Both Boys From New Jersey down between my hairy thighs, one face-fucking my manmeat while his lover chewed on my hefty balls. Ray raised those long lashes to cast his puppydog eyes up at me and I'm certain the reaction he saw pleased him. His velvety slick mouth devoured my pole, his nose nestled itself in my coarse pubes and then slowly he pulled back as inch after inch of cock came from the depths of his throat into his oral cavity and then past his hot sensuous lips. Holding the base of my shaft in one hand he stroked the length of my hardness with the other while his tongue bathed my fat cockhead with saliva. Riding around the ridge of my bulbous knob with the tip of his tongue, he dipped it momentarily into my thick piss slit, and then went down on me again.

Big Bert busied himself toying with my cum-packed nuts, alternately sucking them into his hot mouth. Circling the base of my sac between his thumb and forefinger Bert pulled the balls away from my body, sending my stiffer even deeper into Ray's loving throat.

As Ray came up off my cock and gave the sinister purple head a deliberate tongue-lashing, Bert tore himself away from my tight scrotum and licked his way up the underside of my shaft. They battled for control of the swollen helmet and the valuable nectar which now streamed steadily out of it. Tongues intertwined around my cockhead, dancing erotically over the stretched flesh, sending my body into convulsions of lust. The Wild Guys were giving me the best blow job of my life!

Licking my lips and running a hand through my damp hair, I realized the heat of the moment had overtaken us and we were all profusely perspiring. There was a sheen of sweat over Ray's handsome face as his lips locked around my swollen shaft, allowing Bert fo feast on the leaking knob. Both were equally adept at making love to another man, equipped with their individual unique oral ministrations which they practiced on my accepting masculinity. The realization that Men Matter Most banished any doubts about gay sex from my mind.

Pumping my pelvis upwards, I fucked Bert's mustache. His carefully manicured hairs tickled the upper side of my log as his tongue slid down the thick vein and his mouth sucked like a milking-machine. He wanted a full load and I was more than happy to oblige. Any moment he would be drinking my thick cream.

Knowing I was close, both men backed off my pulsating pecker, yet a hugry look remained in their lusty eyes. Bert's hand seductively caressed my thighs and then he was lifting my legs upwards so that my winking asshole was exposed to him. Before I could utter a cry of protest, both mouths were on my shithole. The dual tongues did a quick lap of the hairy crack and then began poking at my raisin. The hard points of their tongues stabbed at my tightened pucker and probed at this most private part of another man's body. Hands pulled at bubble butt cheeks, stretching the crack open wider. Gasping at the beauty of these two men devouring ass caused my hole to loosen. Bert took instant advtange of the opportunity and wriggled his tongue inside of the virgin hole. Stars exploded in front of me as his tongue snaked its way along the insides of my poop-shute, stretched as far into me as he could possibly go. His face was buried in my crack; the mustache tickling at that errogenous spot between asshole and balls.

While his boyfriend joyously ate ass, Ray gave my throbbing cock the attention it desperately required. The idea of two hot men working on both cock and ass was driving me into serious heat. Groaning wildly, I ground my ass into Bert's face and thrust my cock farther up into Ray's gullet. Rolling my head from side to side on the soft cushions I took hold of both their heads and tried to force them deeper onto me. Every hair on my gym-toned body was standing on end....my mouth went suddenly dry....breathing came in labored gasps...every nerve ending tightened into a coil....my head came up off the floor as I panted and sighed..... and suddenly my nuts burst and load after steaming load shot up and into the slurping mouth of sex-pig Ray. He greedily gulped down man=cum, all the while continuing to fuck his face with my out-of-control dickstick. My asshole had clamped down on Bert's feasting tongue as he continued to wriggle it deep within me, causing me to blast more manspunk into Ray's overflowing mouth.

They continued to feast on my body long after I had shot my last round of jizz but, by this point, I was their totally spent, willing slave. So involved had I been with my own pleasure that I failed to notice both men had shucked their clothing and had been busily fisting their cocks throughout the encounter. Bert broke away from his ass-munching to gaze into my satiated eyes. A glazed look came over his face as he came up off the floor and moved over to stand beside me, big dick in hand. Soon Ray tore himself away from my meat and came to stand on the other side, stroking his dick only inches from my face.

The sight of these two dudes jerking their meat to either side of me was overwhelming and, flexing my arms, I reached out in an overhand grasp and took hold of their cocks. They felt hot and, despite their hardness, smooth to my touch. Bert had the bigger of the two, fat and long with a proud giant head, while Ray's was long but slim and curving slightly downwards. Running my hands down to the base of their pricks, i reached under to cup their sweat-covered sacs and gently squeeze the cum-sacs. Investigating another guy's joint for the first time was awesome. Squeezing upwards, I watched as a drop of pre-cum forced its way out of each prick. Running my hands over their cockheads, i used the pre-cum as lubrication for my next downward stroke. Toying with their cocks slowly, I was enjoying each moment of my experimentation. Looking up into their faces revealed their enjoyment at a former-straight stud milking their gay cocks. I felt a formidable sense of power over the two and decided to test my new-found skills further. On a Raw Impulse, I leaned over and took the head of Bert's big boy between my lips and flicked my tongue lightly under the hood. Bert gasped audibly and tried to buck his monster into my mouth but I firmly held him back. My first time out I wasn't about to choke on man meat. Licking around the swollen rim of his purple helmet, I had my first taste of another man and found it totally erotic. My own dick was bouncing wildly as I tasted Bert's member.

Next to me the neglected Ray was piston-fucking his dick in my hand wildly. Taking momentary leave of the older Bert, I leaned into Ray and allowed him to slide his prick into my mouth. Being that he was not nearly as thick as Bert, Ray's cock slid easily down into my throat and soon my nose was sniffing the pungent scent of his pubic patch. The younger man began a slowly and methodical fucking of my face, backing his dick out until just the rim of his cockhead rested on my lips, and then pushing it slowly but forcefully back into my mouth and down my open throat. Several times I felt like gagging but remembered Tina taking a deep breath when I penetrated her throat, so I practiced the same practical maneuver. Very soon the handsome Ray was easily fucking my mouth and I was taking it like a seasoned cocksucker!

Confident that I had mastered Ray's fuckstick, I turned my attentions over to Bert's bigger dick. That one-eyed monster glared at me angrily, daring me to broaden my horizons. Spreading my jaws as widely as possible, I took about half of his length into my saliva-filled mouth and sucked on it wildly. Big Bert was going into convulsions next to me. For a pro-cocksucker you'd have thought he never had a blow job before. He ground his hips and fed me more and more of that big man-dick. The fat head touched the back of my throat and I instinctively swallowed hard. Before long I was swallowing all of Bert's eight inches. Once he knew I was comfortable, Bert became the man and started to fuck my mouth with quick, deep, urgent strokes. I was determined to keep up with him and prove myself worthy of his lust.

Bert and Ray alternated fucked my virgin mouth for what seemed like hours. It could have gone on all night as far as I was concerned. I was totally captivated by my first attempt at sucking cock. When a glob of pre-cum mixed with my saliva I lavished it with my taste buds, not certain I found the taste enjoyable but nonethless eager to experience more. My mouth was used like a whore's pussy by theses two guys who only hours ago had been practically strangers to me. Looking up past their gorgeous cocks I saw them locked in an embrace, their mouths feasting on each others---the eternal lovers.

As I was hungrily sucking on Ray's slim jim, I was surprised when Bert's big cock forced my lips wide and buried itself next to his buddy's inside my mouth! My jaws were expanded to their maximum as the twin cockheads twitched inside me. I ran my tongue over the oozing helmets and sucked at their juice and then settled back while they pumped my tonsils in unison. Never since have I been so cock-stuffed!

Bert was the first to lose control. With a deep guttural moan, he pulled his cock out of my hungry mouth and began to pump it furiously. As his body jerked in lust-laden spasms, he shot a load from his exploding cockhead. The first shot fell across my chest, the second hit the side of my face, and the third fell right on my lips. Flicking out my tongue I licked the goo off my lips and had my first taste of man-spunk. Swishing the thick fluid around, I coated the inside of my mouth with the essence of Bert and then swallowed it down.

And then Ray was coming! His first shot arced over my head to splat on Bert's hairy chest. Reflexively I shot forward and placed my lips around his bulging cock and let him fill my face with his love juice. I swallowed load after load from his juicy cock, driving Ray to the edge of oblivion and back again. Greedily, I continued to suck from him long after he'd finished shooting.

We fell to the floor together in one exhausted heap: a mass of naked, sweaty, clutching limbs. I lay on my back as did Bert, my head resting in the crook of his sweaty pungent armpit and his hairy leg over mine. Ray was sprawled on top of me, nibbling on an earlobe, his still-erect penis nudging my ribcage. I reached down and took both ass cheeks in hand, kneading the soft white flesh. Ray cooed sweet nothings into my ear as I spread his twin melons and allowed his asterisk to breath the air. They had exposed my Naked Truth, rendering me Addickted to male flesh. But I was not yet finished; there remained one thing I knew I must do.

My thick fingers moved closer to his sticky hole, pulling at the tight flesh and causing his pucker to wink open. Finding my target, I inserted the index finger of each hand into his sweaty asshole and then pulled his shitter open. Ray arched upwards moaning and I raised my head to capture his mouth with mine. We kissed hungrily, no longer strangers but men who knew exactly what we wanted from each other.

Fingerfucking his surprisingly tight asshole, I tore my tongue from his adoring mouth and growled:

"Ready to get fucked by a man?"

No response was needed. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. With quick acrobatic movements, I quickly had him over on his back, feet pressed firmly against my shoulders and hands tucked behind knees, holding his legs back and apart. I spat a fat glob down onto my throbbing prick and fisted it preparatory to invading my young hunk's awaiting bunghole. Guiding my fat head to the Point of Entry, I rubbed it teasingly against his puckering hole.

"Come on, Stud," he challeneged. "Fuck me like you fuck your girl."

I smiled devilishly. "Wrong, buddy. The way I'm gonna fuck you she's never been fucked."

And before my words had registered I shot my hips forward and half my dick rammed into his shithole. We both gasped audibly: he from the sudden assault of my big dick and me from the awesome tightness of his man-pussy. It felt incredibly good and he looked so damned adorable beneath me that my cock began to pulse from deep within him, stretching his canal wider to accomodate my onslaught. Slowly pulling it out till just the head was stretching his ass ring, I hesitated for a beat and then rammed my entire cock home, nuts pressed solidly against his warm flesh. Crying out my pleasure, I spied Bert out of the corner of my eye whacking his man-meat furiously.

Grinding my hips I let the slut feel my big meat churning about inside of him before pumping his asshole as no man had done before. I rammed his shitter with such force that my balls slapping against him sounded almost brutal. Plowing his ass relentlessly, I gritted my teeth and shouted a string of obscenities:

"FUCKIN' COCK SUCKER WHORE! TAKE THAT DICK UP YOUR PRETTY QUEER ASS!! GONNA FUCK YOU SILLY!! YOU'VE GOT A MAN NOW, YOU SLUT!! OPEN UP THAT HOLE!! YOU WANT THAT MEAT BAD, DONCHA??!!??"

Speech was lost to the pretty young man, who was moaning, groaning and panting like a bitch in heat. Droplets of sweat fell from my torso to mix with the thick sheen on his heaving body. My knob plowed him ruthlessly, jabbing almost cruelly into his guts. Time after time I ripped into him, sending my meat home with each deliberate thrust. His grasping shitchute tried to suck me back in on the outstoke but I refused to give control up to him.

My fat cock spread his ass again and again, piledriving into my Greek god. He looked even more handsome getting powerfucked. My dick seemed to have taken on a mind of its own as it relentlessly hammered his prostate, threatening to send us both over the edge. His ass ring milked my shaft on each withdrawal and tried fruitlessly to hold me in place when I stormed back into him. Again and again I deep-dicked my new lover, while his old lover was in the throes of masturbatory orgasm next to us.

Ray flexed his ass muscles like a seasoned whore, milking my budgeoning cock for all he was worth. Furiously I flexed my hips and thrust viciously into his manhole. Ray took it all, staring me directly in the eye all the time, refusing to acknowledge my brutal rape of his tender ass with any sign of discomfort. Hell, it was obvious he liked a mean, hard fuck. His fuck tunnel was made for fucking, and I was glad I was taking the ride.

My heart beat widly in my chest and I felt that familiar churning deep down in my ballsac. With one final thrust, I sent my dick deep into his bowels and unloaded volley upon volley of cum juice inside the boy. Grunting loudly, my head shot backwards and I thought sure he had driven me to a heart attack. The entire universe seemed to explode around me. My balls seemed like they would never stop producing the hot cum which filled his well-fucked hole. I was barely aware that my fevered fucking had caused his own cock to shoot its seed without being touched by human hand. Exhausted, and with my rod still pulsing within him, I collapsed on top of Ray and engaged in a deep animal kiss with the hot sex stud.

It took a long while to regain our composure. Bert left to mix more cocktails while Ray and I remained locked in embrace on the floor, hands roaming over each other's bodies from head to calve. I confessed that I was in love.

Sadly, as it turned out, Ray was a self-possesed beauty who thrived on the conquest and, once he'd had his catch, was on to the next man. Bert, on the other hand, turned out to be the real find. I confessed my new-found sexuality to Tina and we parted company, leaving me free to continue to explore the gay life at the hands of Big Bert. He was a talented teacher and took me to plateaus I never knew existed. As well as a fantastic lover, he became a good friend.

Time passed and relationships changed. I haven't seen either of the men in quite awhile. They went on to become quite successful in the adult entertainment industry: Bert as producer and Ray as his superstar. As for me, I am here to live out one of my life's dreams by penning the story you have just read and forevermore treasuring the memories of that snowy night.