TURNING BRIAN
by John P
This is a true story.
We knew Brian's wife before she actually met him. The small town where we lived in the north of England was small enough that many people knew you and knew your business. My wife had lived here since birth and I had met her and eventually married her. She knew Wendy, the girl who was later to marry Brian, because she knew her whole family.
Not long after Wendy had first met Brian, we invited them to our house one Saturday. He was a nice lad, about 21, 5'9", dark-haired and from Manchester. A likable lad, he was the same age as Wendy, about 10 years younger than me and my wife. He was good company really and because we had two kids and didn't go out much, we invited them again the next Saturday. We had fun playing cards, telling jokes and we enjoyed supper together. Eventually the pair married but the visits with us continued.
This became a routine and lasted a long time, although occasionally we'd get a baby-sitter so that we could all go out together. Much drinking loosened tongues and while my wife and Wendy often talked together, I was doing the same with Brian. It turned out that he'd been going out with and fucking my niece, Maureen, but I didn't tell him that now I was doing her on a regular basis when I could escape my wife.
We talked a lot about sex jokes, sex practices and porn, porn being the topic that most interested us. Cock-sucking was one of the major interests we had in common and although my wife would always be happy to suck and swallow, Brian's wife wouldn't. She would suck him and then change to wanking him at the end so that there was no danger of getting spunk in her mouth. The drinking increased our silliness and when I mentioned that perhaps my wife would do that for him, he said yes straight away. Well he would, wouldn't he? It was just a laugh but I remembered it.
Weeks later, when we were all out drinking again, sex was the topic between me and Brian once more. I asked him about whether Maureen sucked and swallowed and he said she did. Well, that would be right. She was doing it for me with no trouble. So I began the fishing remarks, saying that a man's mouth would feel the same as a woman's mouth on your cock, wouldn't it? He remarked that it probably would. When I asked if he'd let a man do it, he said, "Only if he was good-looking." This was said without him looking at me.
Now that surprised me. I had been ready with an excuse if he'd been horrified or dismissed it out of hand. But he had done neither and my dick had started stiffening in my pants. My childhood experiences in which my Uncle Fred had taught me the ways of male/male sex had been most pleasant and rewarding, and I had had no chance to pursue those experiences further since I had been 14 years old. Now the feelings were coming to the surface again. I wondered if he'd let me suck his cock and, more importantly, how I could bring this about.
We hosted the Saturday evening get-together as usual for the next two weeks but I didn't get chance to speak to Brian without the women being around. He was doing shiftwork though and I was mostly at home during the day so I figured that when he was doing the early shifts, he might be able to visit me when I was alone, what with kids at school and wife at work.
On the next Saturday evening, it was decided that getting supper from the next town was a good idea and we all liked Kentucky Fried Chicken. So Brian accompanied me in my car when we went to fetch it. On the way, we could talk freely and I asked if he wanted to come over sometime the next week in the afternoon to watch a new film I'd got. I can't remember what it was but it wasn't important and he didn't ask about it.
The next Tuesday afternoon, he arrived, and after arranging drinks and setting up the film we were going to watch, I sat him down on the settee while I stood beside him. I started the film and we watched in silence for a few minutes. My cock had been semi hard before the film started, thinking about the possibilities with Brian, but because of the action on the screen, it was now fully erect.
I saw Brian out of the corner of my eye as I began to stroke the front of my pants. No danger so far, I was just touching myself, wasn't I? His eyes went to my hand surreptitiously and my heart beat faster. He looked at the screen again and then back to what my hand was doing. As he watched, he moved his own hand to his pants and stroked himself. So there we were, both stroking ourselves over our pants, both waiting to see what would happen next.
Somebody had to make a move and I decided it would have to be me. I unzipped my pants, wrestled around inside until I found my cock and brought it out. His eyes were there, missing nothing. I pulled my foreskin back as far as possible, making my cock seem as big as possible, watching the screen, pretending that the images I was watching were the cause of my arousal. He watched for a minute as I wanked slowly, his head only a foot away from my cock. Then he must have decided that he could now do the same and he did, taking his dick out and wanking it.
He was now overtly watching me maturbating my dick and I began to watch him wanking with no more pretence of watching the film. I was pleasantly surprised that his dick was smaller than mine and, for some reason, I revelled in the fact. Why did I do that?
Seconds later, I said softly, "Let me do that for you," and he did! My hand reached down and my fingers went around the head of his dick. He was sat with his legs open wide and now that he had silently allowed me to fondle his sex, I moved around and knelt between his legs. I could now wank him with the head facing me and that's when I noticed that his foreskin was so tight that it wouldn't go back completely over the mushroom knob. It would only go back about halfway so that my wanking him only allowed for very short strokes.
He was watching me intently as I played with his sex, his hands by his sides as I pleasured him. I couldn't see the porn film any more because the screen was now behind me but he wasn't watching it either, instead enjoying the spectacle of an older man wanking him. My own dick forgotten, I tried my best to please him with my fingers but I knew that I would have to go for the treasure soon, for what I wanted most.
It was now or never and I went for it. I lowered my head and licked the wet end of his dick! My tongue tasted the salty pre-cum and my eyes went up to his face. I looked for any indication that he wasn't comfortable with what I was doing but apart from a red flush on his face, there was no way it looked like he wanted me to stop what he was obviously enjoying.
At this point, he must have had concerns about where his spunk would go when he shot it because he slowly stood up and I followed, pushing his dick between my lips. I took it all, the full 5 inches, and my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He began to unfasten his belt with the intention of dropping his pants, along with his tight underpants, to his feet. He pulled out of my mouth and I thought he was stopping me from going any further but as soon as his dick was free of his underpants, he offered it to me again and I accepted it gratefully.
My tongue worshipped the little dick, sucking and licking, nibbling at it and my hands were now fondling the little balls that were now accessible to me. He was stiff, I mean VERY stiff, so much that when I accidentally moved my head back too far, his cock shot up against his abdomen and stayed there, jerking madly with his heartbeat. It was so stiff that I had to force it down to 90 degrees so I could continue to suck him.
My hands went behind him, feeling his tight young buttocks and playing with his bum-crack. He was panting and moaning quietly as I looked up into his eyes but they were closed; obviously he was becoming even more aroused by my tongue and fingers. My head bobbed forwards and back, sucking, licking, and I desperately wanted all that his balls had produced to fill my mouth.
He looked down at me, lust in his eyes, and he must have realised that he was close to cumming. One of my hands came around front to fondle his ball-sac again and I knew there was little time left before the big event. He began to pant and groan, and his hips began the fucking movement, and I sucked harder, knowing this would finish him off. He was fucking me now, my mouth was the cunt that he would shoot into, the warm wet tunnel which would receive his potent seed.
My eyes were on his as I felt his orgasm begin and panic rose in him. "I'm cumming, John, I'm cumming!" and he tried to withdraw his dick from my mouth. I held his buttock tight with my one hand and wouldn't let him go.
There was just time for him to repeat, "I'm cumming, John!" in a desperate voice before the first gob of white hot spunk shot to the back of my throat, bathing my tonsils with the life-making sperm that I wanted so much. He groaned as he continued to fill my mouth, his dick jerking with every spurt of that precious fluid, that white viscous slime, and as I still looked up at him, he groaned and held my head in place. His buttocks were still flexing as his dick continued to spurt and only relaxed again as his orgasm ended.
He looked down at me with what I thought was love in his eyes but I knew it was gratitude, but I was the one who was grateful. When I was sure he'd finished shooting his spunk into me, including the last dribbles, I pulled back and opened my mouth to show him the lake of his potent sperm pooled inside. Once I knew he'd seen it, I swallowed it, tasting the coating that remained in my mouth after I'd swallowed the big volume. I moved forward and put my mouth around his dick once more, licking everywhere to clean him before his wife saw it when he went home. I reached for a towel and wiped my mouth with it and dried his now flaccid dick.
I stood and began to wank myself and he watched me doing it. He said, "I'll do it," and he took over, standing next to me instead of in front. He said quietly, embarrassed, "I can't suck it," and I replied that it was OK. My cock felt so nice in his hand and I leaned against him, enjoying the close contact. The towel was close by and I reached for it to ejaculate into when my orgasm came. He masturbated me and he watched my dick intently, waiting to see a man who was not a porn star in a film shoot spunk. I held him tight to me as he wanked me.
Twenty seconds later, I groaned loudly and my cock jerked, and he watched as my spunk hit the towel I just managed to get in front of it. He continued to wank me throughout the entire ejaculation and I wanted to kiss him but I knew I daren't. That would gross him out, I was sure. The film played on but neither of us watched it. I had hoped that the spunk running down his fingers would end up in his mouth but I was realistic enough to know that it would be too gay for him. So he wiped his fingers on the towel and I cleaned myself up.
After we'd made ourselves decent again, I said, "Who needs women?" and laughed. He laughed nervously and we both felt a bit akward. After a few minutes, he said he had to go home and he left. I tidied up the room, put away the film and thought about what I'd just done. The taste of his spunk in my mouth remained and I decided that I didn't like it much. Nevertheless, I knew I would go down on my knees and swallow all he had to offer if he let me suck him off again.
It was two Saturdays later when it was decided that we would eat from KFC again. As I prepared to leave in the car to fetch it, Brian said he'd come along. We hadn't spoken about what had happened between us since that day so I had to try, I had to see if he would let me suck him again. There was a side street near our house with no houses so I parked there. Brian looked straight ahead as I reached over and laid my hands on the front of his pants.
As I squeezed his cock, he didn't say or do anything but when I started to undo his pants, he helped me to get to his dick. He undid his pants completely and I was able to feel his balls as well as the hardening shaft that was rearing up in my hand. Within seconds, my head was in his crotch and I took the lovely cock fully into my mouth. He stroked my hair as I pleased him with my tongue, feeling his ball-sac with my hand and fondling the balls within.
Brian sat there, legs wide open, while I worshipped at the temple of his sex, smelling his groin and feeling his coarse pubic hair against my lips and cheek. He was sat back and I was servicing him, just like the slut that I was. The pre-cum was flowing and I savoured it, knowing that soon I would have this man filling my mouth with his seed. And I would accept all of it, even though I didn't like the taste, knowing that it was what he wanted because he couldn't get it at home.
His breathing became heavier, shorter, and I knew I would happily be the receptacle for his slime as soon as I had sucked it from him. He moaned quietly as his dick jerked in my mouth and the torrent of his potent spunk began to shoot over my tongue. I had to swallow immediately because if his spunk escaped my lips, it would spill down into his pubic hair and maybe onto his pants. How would he explain that when we came back from KFC?
He pumped and I sucked, his fucking motion making it difficult for my mouth to keep attached to his fountain, to follow him for the spunk I so desperately needed. His white hot spunk coated my tongue, my teeth, my gums, and I felt proud that I could excite and arouse a man so much that he orgasmed so easily without him physically having to do anything at all. He was the giver and I was the taker. He filled me up with his masculinity and I was thankful that he chose me to fuck his spunk into. Brian had made no attempt to touch my cock throughout this encounter and I wasn't at all put out about it. He was a man, after all, and I was the cock-sucking slut who wanted to please him so much.
The flood of spunk had stopped and I licked the cock that had been so generous to me, cleaning it of all the evidence of my sluttishness. I had to make it clean so that his wife would not know of her husband's dalliance with a cock-sucker. I knew then that I would always make himself available to him, to carry out the sex acts he wanted, no matter how perverted, to service him in ways that his wife would not.
After the clean-up, he calmly put away his dick while I dried the saliva and stray spunk from my lips with the back of my hand, licking up the mess with my tongue and swallowing it all. Once we were on the way to KFC again, nothing was said and I reflected on my position as a cock-sucker. I'd done it twice now, both times with Brian, and I'd felt empowered, even though technically I had serviced HIM and not the other way round.
My tongue felt the slime coating the inside of my mouth and I found the taste more agreeable than the last time he'd fucked me in my mouth. I wondered, given my willingness to suck and swallow, whether a time would come when I would really love the taste of hot potent spunk and whether sometime in the future I would seek out other men to service in the same way. My cock, which had been hard when sucking Brian's dick, had softened afterwards but the thoughts I was now experiencing had made things between my legs begin to stir and the stiffening process began. I had to think of something else before we got to KFC as I didn't want anybody to see the tent which was now clearly visible at the front of my pants.
Things continued in the same way during the following months. The times for eating chicken from KFC increased and I never figured out how this decision was reached. All I knew was that I could suck Brian's lovely dick every time we went to fetch the chicken. The same ritual was carried out each time. I'd drive to the side street, he'd get his dick out of his pants and I'd provide him with the relief that his wife wouldn't. Wendy didn't want to taste spunk and I couldn't get enough of it!
Me and my wife visited Brian and Wendy from time to time and although the opportunity to please Brian sexually was never possible, the visits were pleasant social occasions. It was on one of these occasions when Brian suggested that I might like to pop round to their house during the week. He did shift-work and Wendy worked days so that he would be alone in the afternoons during the weeks where the shifts made it possible.
I said yes coolly but my head was all over the place while I thought about the possibilities. Brian's pants held my attention regularly but although they were tight enough for me to admire his bum, the dick department never revealed any stiffening activity. I tried to imagine him naked and I succeeded, but the thoughts had to be replaced by others so that the tent growing inside my pants would reduce and nobody would notice an erection.
That same week, I visited Brian and he was alone, dressed in a bath robe. As soon as I saw him, I just knew he was naked underneath that robe. After seeing to his hostly duties, he sat opposite me. While I drank the tea that he made and we talked pleasantly of this and that, he could see that my eyes were constantly flitting between his face and his crotch. The short robe allowed me to see his legs up to about a foot away from the jewels I knew were nestling between those legs.
Imperceptibly his legs moved slightly while he talked and I found I was able to see more each time. I could just see his ball-sac peeping out and my stiffening cock crept upwards inside my underwear. The next movements he made allowed the robe to open more and I was then able to see the semi-erect dick that I'd pleased so often.
My eyes were fixed on his dick and all pretence of amiable conversation was forgotten by both of us. I left my chair and went to sit between his legs which he had to open wide to accommodate me. My hand reached for his dick and he sat there while I fondled, happy as my fingers began to explore his sex. I looked up into his face as I aroused him and he looked down at me with eyes that displayed the lust he was feeling.
"Let's go upstairs," he said quietly and I released his dick. I followed him upstairs, watching the shape of his bum as we climbed.
Once there, he took off his robe and stood there completely naked. I ogled his body, his hairless chest, the erect dick, the balls that hung below. I undressed myself by touch, keeping my eyes on his body throughout, and he watched as I revealed my own heavier, hairier body to him. Once I was as naked as he was, he lay on the bed and I joined him there.
My lips sought out the stiff dick and I went back to working on his arousal. His ball-sac hung down between his legs and I switched between dick and balls, giving attention to pleasuring him in any way he wanted. His moaning spurred me on and I considered each moan a reward for my efforts, a sign that I was giving him feelings that maybe his wife wasn't capable of. My own cock was stiff but my own satisfaction was not the primary objective; it was only the pleasure that I could give that mattered to me.
Then came something new. Brian rose up and straddled me in a 69 position and took my dick into his mouth. He had his knees on either side of my body as his mouth tasted me, licking and sucking, his tongue tasting the pre-cum that was now freely flowing from my pee-slit. My own mouth sought to continue sucking on his dick but in that position, with his cock firmly against his abdomen, my efforts to bring it down to a 90 degree angle so that I could suckle him required some strength. He was so hard and the muscle controlling the angle of his dick was so strong that it required a determined effort to overcome the difficulty.
I managed it though and found that I could also now see the rosebud that was his bum-hole. My finger found some of my saliva and pre-cum from his dick and was immediately running around the entrance to that lovely bum-hole. Brian's bum was lovely and taut, a rounded shape that showed off perfectly the advantages of his youth.
I shuffled myself upwards and put my tongue to the rosebud and tried to push the tip inside. Brian paused in his oral stimulation of me and seemed to be taken over by the sensations of his first anal penetration, the first time anybody had touched that part of him. He groaned loudly at my invasion of his bum-hole and he was obviously suffering no distress, revelling in the new sensations that the nerves around his little hole were producing. The groaning continued as the tip of my tongue tried to enter further into his rectum and because he wasn't au fait with what was happening to him, he didn't know that he should relax his sphincter so that I could invade him further. It was no good so I went back to my finger stimulation.
He moaned as I inserted the tip of my finger into his bum-hole and his sucking of me began again as he must have realised that he had abondoned me. His sucking became harder in response to what I was trying to do. The tightness of his hole excited me and I tried to go in further but it wasn't working. He must have realised what was happening because he stopped, left my cock and leaned over to open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, retrieving a small jar of Vaseline.
I fully expected him to hand it to me so that I could apply it to his bum-hole but he didn't. Instead, he scooped some out and greased his own bum-hole. I watched as this man, who wanted to keep his dignity as a heterosexual, stuck a finger inside himself and displayed all the outward signs of being unashamedly gay. He finger-fucked himself and I wondered how he would see himself when the orgasms were over and he would be faced with the situation in the cold light of day.
He was still straddling me, his hand behind him, applying Vaseline and moving his own finger in and out of that lovely little hole I found so appealing. My lips went to his ball-sac and I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, licking the skin and moving it around with my tongue. His finger stopped and he climbed off me, leaving me wondering what he wanted to do now.
When he took out a scoop of Vaseline from the jar, he started to coat my cock with it and I suspected then where this was going. Within seconds, I found I was right.
Vaseline jar to one side, he turned himself around to face me and, still on his knees, lined up his bum-hole with my very stiff cock. I lay there and watched as this heterosexual man tried to force my cock into his body. He was above me, his stiff dick hard against his abdomen, attempting to lose his cherry to a man and I was the one he had chosen for the honour. He wanted a man to fuck him and it was to be me. Wow!
It turned out to be more difficult than expected and he suffered pain as his anal ring opened up and my cock began to enter him. He stopped and wasn't quite sure what to do next.
"Keep still, Brian. Don't move just yet," I said in a soothing fashion, trying to calm him. He seemed to want it so much and I was afraid that an unpleasant experience now might put him off forever. He was bolt upright while trying to do this so I brought him forward a little so that his arms were forced to support his body over me. I stroked his back as he waited and I said to pretend he was going to take a shit, then his hole would open and he'd be able to take me further inside him.
After another minute, he tried again and another inch of me entered his rectum. He stopped again, letting himself get used to the size of me and, after a few more pauses, I was completely buried inside him, my pubic hair pressed against his bum-cheeks. He rested there and I took the opportunity to grasp the stiff little dick before me and wank it, spreading the pre-cum that he was producing all around the head of his dick. He was as hard as a nail and as I looked up at his face, the emotions I saw were lust and happiness. He wanted this. He wanted to be fucked by a man. He knew it and so did I.
He rose slightly and I watched as part of my cock appeared, shiny with Vaseline. He fell and rose again and, finding it pain-free, he began a rhythmic movement, fucking himself on my cock. My continued wanking of his cock helped to speed his orgasm and, within two minutes, he groaned loudly as he came, spraying his hot spunk all over my chin and chest. He stopped fucking himself on me briefly and I felt his bum-hole tighten considerably as his first spurt decorated my chest. The velvet vice which was his rectum pressed my dick harder as his second and third spurts hit my chest, mingling with my chest hair.
He collapsed on me and I cuddled him, kissing his shoulder. His orgasm was affecting me now and his velvet vice started my own orgasm off and I tensed as I grabbed his bum-cheeks and forced my cock as far into him as I could get it. My cock sprayed his bowel, hot spunk jetting up into him, my cock jerking as my spurts came one after the other. Four, five, six shots went up inside him and I clung to him tightly, wanting to kiss his lips but not daring to. My gasping near his ear must have had some effect because he clutched my upper arms as I came inside him.
Here we were now, him lying on top of me, he with spunk deep inside his rectum and me with his spunk between his body and mine. We rested, not moving at all until he felt the need for a quick run to the bathroom. As he pulled off my cock, he scambled off the bed and beat a hasty retreat. I think he made it because I heard sounds that suggested that his bum-hole had opened and the spunk I had deposited in him now flooded out of him and into the bowl. The mess I was looking at on my chest was his spunk, that white hot potent seed that I'd wanted in my mouth, so I gathered up what I could and fed myself with it. It was tasting better now.
While I was waiting for him to reappear, I wondered how he was going to face the reality of what he'd done. He'd seduced me and made me fuck him up his bum. I was happy with it but I wasn't at all sure how he would cope with this later, when I wasn't there any more. Maybe he could get Wendy to fuck his bum with a dildo or a strap-on but somehow I doubted it. And of course, with a dildo or strap-on, you don't get your bum filled with hot spunk.
When he returned to the bedroom, he put on a sheepish expression and said, "I only just made it," and we both laughed. There was no tension in his voice, no anxiety on his face, and I began to believe that maybe we would be doing this again real soon.
A week later and I was back at Brian's house and he was alone. No more seduction necessary, just a, "Shall we go upstairs?" and I followed him again to their bedroom. Our clothes were stripped off without delay and we were on the bed again, me sucking him and he's straddling me in the same 69 as last week. My mouth went straight to his bum-hole and the tip of my tongue forced its way inside. He knew what to do now with his muscles and he opened them up so half the length of my tongue could enter and move around. He was beside himself with the excitement I was creating inside him and he happily sucked on the cock which had fucked his bum the week before.
Relief washed over me as I realised that no blame was going to be heaped on me for Brian's change in attitude to his sexuality but I did just wonder how he would be with Wendy from now on. I hoped he was going to be circumspect about any sexual favours he wanted from her in the future. I wouldn't want him to blurt out that he'd like to be bummed without preparing the ground beforehand, suggesting perhaps that they both might like to try something new, something different. He could be a bit cloddish at times but Brian was a great shag, I could promise Wendy that.
This time in the bedroom, it was different. He left my tongue to fetch a towel and laid it down on top of the bed, got out the jar of Vaseline and gave it to me. He bent down on all fours, his head on the cover with his bum in the air, legs spread wide and I knew what he wanted me to do. My tongue in his bum-hole had wound him up and he couldn't wait for what he got last week. I didn't mind doing that for him but I wanted his spunk in my mouth and I wouldn't be getting it. No matter, I was there to please him, not myself.
I scooped out the Vaseline and liberally coated his little fuck-hole, pressing my fingers inside to ensure that I wouldn't hurt him when my cock fucked him. After I coated my own cock with the Vaseline, I held onto his hips and pressed the head of my cock to his little hole and pushed carefully. He exhaled as the head entered him and I waited briefly before proceeding. My stiff rod pushed forward again and he groaned. I stopped but he urged me on.
"More, John, give me more," and I did as he asked. I pushed all the way in and held it there. His breathing changed and he was gasping, feeling the log which was thrust up inside his bum-hole. "Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" he said and I decided to forget the gentleness I had lavished on him earlier.
'Right,' I thought, 'so that's how you want it,' and I began to fuck into him. I rode him hard, ignoring his pleas to be more gentle, and I was pretty sure that I was hitting his prostate with each thrust. I looked down to watch my cock appear, then disappear, as I fucked him. My grip tightened on his hips and I fucked into him, my balls banging against him on each inward thrust. He wanted fucking and he was getting it and although I thought I was punishing him, he moaned and groaned, with the occasional, "Oh yes, oh yes," from him and I knew then that he'd love being fucked always. The heterosexual was always on display on the outside but I knew that if a man offered to fuck him, he'd bend down gladly and take it like a man, right up the arse!
He was delirious by now and I knew that with the best will in the world I wasn't a porn star and couldn't hold back the inevitable. Five minutes of hard fucking doesn't sound very long but when you do it, it's energy sapping. The feeling was here, the sap was rising, and I knew he was going to receive a big load from me.
His hot tunnel had its effect and I started to groan as the first shot of spunk spurted into my friend. Shot after shot of my hot spunk was pumped into his waiting rectum and his, "Oh oh oh oh," bore witness that he could feel it deep inside him, the jerking of my cock as each spurt added to the hot cum already bathing the walls of the tunnel inside him. I stayed hard against his lovely bum until I was sure that all the dribbles had also gone inside him. I collapsed over his back, hugging him to me, and listened to his ragged breathing. He was coming down from the high and I thought maybe I could suck his dick and get my reward.
When I slowly pulled out of him, his bum-hole was gaping wide and I could see the red of his flesh with a streak of white which was the a bit of the spunk I'd pumped into him. I watched as the hole slowly began to close and for some reason, I put my tongue into it. It went in much farther than I expected and I tasted his natural juices and what little of my spunk that remained near the entrance to his body.
He went over onto his side and I saw that he had spunked on the towel which had been beneath him without me even touching him. I obviously HAD been hitting his prostate and to some effect. He had cum and cum while I was driving my cock into him, all unbeknown to me. He was wasted, exhausted by our activities and truthfully, so was I. He smiled up at me and I smiled back. I wanted to kiss him but that would have been a step too far, a step too gay for him.
I cleaned up what spunk I could from the towel and then took his flaccid prick into my mouth. As always, a prick in the mouth is a most satisfying feeling, one I shall never get tired of. I wished I could have stayed and made him hard again so that I could have swallowed a mouthful of his spunk but his wife would be home soon and I'm sure she would not have appreciated me fucking her husband.
These covert meetings continued for a couple of years and we never got found out. Brian always wanted my cock from then on and, to be honest, I missed our activities when we had to move to another part of the country for my work commitments.
I don't aplogise or feel sorry for turning Brian from a heterosexual to the cock-hungry man he became but I think along the lines that if Wendy had offered to do what he needed, he wouldn't have needed me, would he?
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