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Com’on – you know you want toPaul and I met at work and became really good friends. He was a few years older than I was but that wasn’t a big deal as we were both in our twenties, enjoyed the same things and just had a lot in common, including working out at the local gym. It was a Saturday and we had finished our workout and headed for the showers. Paul stripped down and got their first; I was moving a little more slowly from a pretty intense workout. When I got to the large shower room Paul had his back to me and his head under the running water. I grabbed the shower next to him and stood still under the flowing water, just relaxing and enjoying the feel of the water. I reached over to the soap dispenser and started to lather up and noticed another guy had entered the shower area too. I glanced over to Paul and was about to say something when I saw that he was sporting a pretty good woodie. On one hand I was surprised, one another, fascinated. I felt some lead starting to run into my pencil and turned toward the wall so that no one would notice. Not Paul. He turned and started to wash his hair as if it was the most natural thing in the world to show your hard on to the world. I glanced over at the other guy and noticed that he was getting hard too. Now I was really turned on and I couldn’t help but give myself a quick rub or two, which just increased my hard on. Soon the other guy rinsed off, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, covering his now semi hard cock. It certainly didn’t hide it but that turned me on even more. I snatched a quick peek back at Paul and noticed that he was now sporting a major league hard on. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, but he finished his shower, reached for his towel and started to dry off, his hard cock bobbing as he moved. He finally tucked it into his towel as he wrapped it around his waist. He looked over at me, nodded toward my totally erect cock, and said “you better either get out of there or finish that thing off.” Laughing he walked back to the locker. I was so embarrassed I wasn’t sure what to do. I turned the shower to cold and my rock finally started to go down. Grabbing my towel I dried off making sure I didn’t bother the family jewels – I didn’t want to get anything started again. Back at the locker Paul and I made some small talk and headed back to the car, but I really felt uncomfortable. On the ride home, I was still trying to think through what happened. Was I gay? Was I a voyeur? Was I a gay voyeur? At first we didn’t say much, but Paul finally started to laugh and said “that shower scene really you shook up, didn’t it?””Hell yeah! I can’t believe that we all had hard ons. I’m not sure what to think.” “That’s your problem – you’re trying to think it through. A boner in public is kind of like a yawn – once somebody starts, everyone seems to follow. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not gay, if that’s what your worried about.” “I know I’m not gay. I’m Married. But somehow it didn’t seem right. But somehow I couldn’t help it.” “So don’t worry about it. Even if you were attracted for a minute, sex is sex. It’s all good. Just drop it. Will the Steelers beat the spot this weekend?” It wasn’t exactly a smooth transition, but it worked. We talked football and it took my mind off the showers… sort of. By the time my wife Joanie got home I was a raging maniac. I practically pulled her clothes off of her and as I slid my cock into her waiting pussy, all I could see were those hard cocks. I imagined touching them and feeling them; rubbing them against me. As I shot my wad in her, I was imagining cumming on Paul’s panting chest. When we finished, Joanie gasped, “What got into you?” “What do you mean? What’s wrong” “Nothing – you were just a little more rushed than usual – but you were as hard as I have ever felt you.” What did you do today anyway?” “I guess you really turned me on. I had a great workout and it must have had all my juices flowing. Was it okay for you too?” “Ha – better than okay. A woman really needs to be the object of lust like that. I wish we could bottle that and save some for later” she said as she walked to the bathroom to drain her pussy. Fast forward about 6 months and I accepted a position in another city. The planets were aligned because Joanie’s uncle from that same city had accepted a temporary assignment on the west coast and we were able to “house sit” for them until we found something we liked. The first weekend we settled in we decided to have some friends over – it would be small because we really didn’t know many people there but we did invite Paul and his wife bahis siteleri Becca up for the weekend. Unfortunately, Becca came down with a bad cold and decided to stay home, but Paul came alone. Paul was a great help in getting the place ready for the party. Everything went without a hitch and by the time we all went to bed, it was pushing 2 AM. Joanie had kicked off her shoes during the party and left them outside. I was already in my boxers when she asked me to find them so that they wouldn’t be ruined by the dew in the morning. Reluctantly I headed out to the backyard and quickly spotted them. As I was picking them up, I happened to notice the flicker of low lights from Paul’s room. I was sure it was the TV but for some reason I moved a few steps closer to check it out. I could hardly believe my eyes. The TV was on, but Paul was lying on the bed, completely naked massaging a huge hard on. I froze not daring to move or hardly breathe. Hidden in the shadows I began to watch an incredibly erotic scene play out. Paul hand was moving slowly over his entire cock, circling the head every now and then. His right hand worked his way to his nipples and he slowly started to rub them as well. He would alternate squeezing a nipple and running his hand down his tight, muscular torso to cup, massage and pull on his balls. My own cock had sprung to life and was poking out of my boxers. Since I was holding Joanie’s shoes in my right hand, I reached down with my left hand. Being a “rightie” the feel of my left hand was different enough that I gave a shudder, imagining Paul was touching me. As I watched Paul’s hand moving faster and faster over his cock, I mirrored his movements. He then arched his back a little and his whole body tensed and shuddered and I was sure I saw a thick load of cum spurt up his chest. My own load came quickly and I spewed cum all over the grass. I watched as Paul reached over to the nightstand and grab some tissues. For a second he seemed to look out the window, but I didn’t move a muscle so I was sure he didn’t see me. While he was cleaning himself up, I quietly backed away and took Joanie her shoes. “What took you so long, Babe? I thought you were lost” “Uhhh – I was just picking up some beer cans while I was looking for your shoes and I guess I was a little distracted. Let’s hit the hay – I’m exhausted. ” We crawled into bed but all I could think about was Paul working on himself and then back the many months before to the showers at the gym. I drifted off to sleep thinking of that big beautiful cock and Paul’s body arching as he shot his wad. Suddenly I realized that I was awake and cupping Joanie’s ass and pushing my cock against her leg. She started to moan and was fumbling to get my boxers down. I had her little nightgown up and without wasting any time I was pushing my hard cock against her pussy. The hell with foreplay, I wanted in! Her cunt was already wet with anticipation so my cock slipped in with one or two thrusts. She moaned with satisfaction and I began pumping my hips putting out the fire that had been building all night. Our mouths were all over each other and my hand was fondling her breasts. I pulled out and turned her over, raising her back side by pulling on her tummy. I reentered her pussy and my hand found her clit, stroking it in time with my thrusts. Joanie was moaning in delight as I shot what was probably the biggest cum of my life. The only problem was that when I had her on her on all fours, I was thinking of fucking Paul! What the heck was happening to me?!? We nestled together and quickly fell back to sleep. In the morning I had the usual wood and Joanie reached over and grabbing it, laughed and said “ready for round 2?” I sort of laughed and said, “do you know what would really turn me on? Give me a hand job? Nothin’ fancy, just a little rub a dub dub…” Joanie said, “sure, but you’ll have to return the favor when I want it. Deal?” “Of course. I just need this now” I said as I rolled on my back and threw off the covers. Joanie took my cock in her little hand and started to slowly rub it up and down. Her nails would ever so gently glide over the head of my cock. With her other hand she started to play with my balls. I moved my legs a little farther apart and she took the hint and ran her finger between my asshole and my balls. What a sensation! “go a little lower” I moaned/pleaded, spreading my legs even further apart. He finger found my asshole and she circled it and pressed on it ever so slowly. I really wanted her to push her finger in but I was too embarrassed to ask. This was good enough bahis şirketleri and a few seconds later I shot another stream of cum up on my chest. Joanie smiled and said, “don’t move”. I heard the water running in the bathroom and I thought she was just washing her hands, but she brought me a wet warm wash cloth to clean up. “That was really hot! We are going to have to expand on that, that’s for sure” she said as she wiped the cum from my chest. “Now get dressed because Paul will be coming out for breakfast and I want to get some stuff ready. What Joanie didn’t know was that half the time she was stroking me I was thinking about Paul. Fast forward again a couple of months and business took me to our former city for an overnight stay. I of course called Paul and he invited me to stay with him and Becca. I was really looking forward to it, almost like a school boy that has the chance to hang around the girl of his dreams. When I met Paul in the city for dinner he explained that Becca was at some sales training for a few days. “Nothing really changes except you won’t get a big breakfast in the morning”. We headed off to his place and I plunked down my suitcase in my room after we arrived. I wandered out to the living room where Paul and I just talked about old times and drank a few beers. An hour or so later, Paul turned on the TV and explained that he got into the habit of showering in the evening so that there is less congestion in the morning while Becca gets ready and something about the steam and her hair. Anyway, Paul told me if I didn’t find anything of interest, he had some porn tapes on the right side of the entertainment center. Paul wasn’t out of the room but one minute before I was going through the sex tapes. I grabbed one and threw it into the VCR and sat back to enjoy, getting hard even before the first guy got his pants off. In about 10 minutes Paul came back into the room with a pair of lounging pants and a tee shirt on. Glancing at the tv he said, “Ahh, good choice. I really like this one. You know the great thing about porn? If a movie floats your boat you can watch the same movie over and over and it’s still good.” He plunked down beside me on the sofa and said his favorite part was where the woman gives the best blow job he ever saw! The movie was a bit weak on plot but did get right to the heavy sex. It was the usual stuff – pussy rubbing, cock sucking, 69’ing, fucking laying down, standing up, sitting in a chair. We would make random comments, but both of us were pretty engrossed in the action on the screen. Then Paul paused the movie – “you ready for another beer? I stopped it here because my favorite part is coming up and I don’t want to miss it.” He stood with a tent pole in his pants and adjusted himself quickly but without saying a word about it. He came back with 2 beers in his hands and asked “do you like it?” “What’s not to like about porn?” I quickly answered. “Do you watch this stuff with Beca? I mean you have it right there.” “Sure, and she knows I watch it without her. It just spices things up for us. You know, It lets us talk about what we like. Maybe that’s why I like the scene that’s coming up so much. After we watched it, I got her to lick play a little with my ass. What about you? Do you watch porn with Joanie?” “Not a chance – she let me know she’s not into that. But she is really open to trying new stuff,” “Like what?” Paul egged me on Maybe not wanting to be outdone I told him about how Joanie gave me a hand job but played with my asshole too. “It was so incredibly sensitive – I could hardly stand it.” “Yeah, I love when Becca does that too. And when she slips her finger in and goes to my prostate, I almost always pop right away. I don’t know how the guy in the movies last so long.” Hearing my friend talk so candidly about sex with his wife made me even hornier. In my mind I pictured Becca wetting her finger and then sticking it up Paul’s ass while stroking that magnificent cock of his. I was drawn back to the movie by Paul getting excited and exclaiming, “Here it is! You’ll love this!” The scene had shifted to another couple and the woman was going down pretty good on this good looking guy with a ripped ab section and a seven or eight inch cut cock. Her tongue wandered down to his balls and then under. I was about to k** around and ask if that was him in the movie but when I turned my head I saw that Paul had his cock out and was stroking it ever so slowly. I guess I gasped but Paul merely smiled and said “go ahead – you won’t bother me. I just can’t watch this without getting a bit of a rub illegal bahis going” I was so surprised but turned on I couldn’t whip out my cock fast enough. I tried to act cool and said something like “well, when in Rome…” He pushed his pants lower to just under his ass and kept stroking, sometime the whole shaft and sometimes just at the base. I found it hard to take my eyes off his cock but I noticed that his eyes were trained on the tv set. If he ever even looked at me I didn’t see it. Trying to draw a little attention, I pushed my pants further down my legs. Paul glanced over and then back to the TV. I was really turned on, but I noticed he did the same; and then he said “I’m getting more comfortable” and stood, stepped out of his pants and then pulled off his shirt. He sat back down and stretched his legs out and again started to rub his balls as he stroked. “This takes me back to when I was a k** and just learned to jack off – you know, pulling it in front of your buddy” I said trying to gauge where this might be going. Paul looked over and said – “Yeah, this is kind of kinky – I haven’t jerked off in front of another guy since I was a k** either.” I stood and pulled off my pants and quickly undid my shirt. Feeling a little self conscious, I sat back down and started to play with myself again. Paul re-positioned himself on the couch and I was thinking he was a bit closer. I waited a second and finally got enough nerve to move my leg to touch his. He never moved away so I let my hand slowly reach out to rest on his thigh and then move up his leg. Paul kept his eyes on the TV but when I reached his throbbing cock, he let out a sigh and stretched his arms out over the back of the couch. I stroked him with my right hand while I kept pace with my left. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he was pushing me gently toward his cock. As I got closer I could see the precum slowly leaking out. His head was so hard it was deep purple in color and I could smell the musk scent of his manhood. I stopped but he kept the pressure on and then said, “C’mon – you know you want to” It was all I needed to hear and I fell on that cock and took as much as I could all at once. It was heaven. The shower scene from the locker room, the sight of him jerking off that night in our house, all the fantasies danced together in my head as I ran my mouth up and down his hard shaft. I took his balls in my mouth as my hand worked on his dick. My tongue worked under his balls and found his asshole. I used both my tongue and fingers to try to give him maximum pleasure. Paul pulled me up as he moved over me. His tongue and mouth found my nipples and he started to suck and pull on them. His hand worked down to my cock and he stroked me a few times, but probably tell I was about to cum. He sucked his middle finger and then started to probe my ass. Another quick lick and he had his finger gently massaging my hole and then he pushed it all the way in. I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but I wanted more. His warm mouth found my cock while his finger massaged my prostate. I barely breathed out “I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum” and he pulled back. “No, don’t stop” I begged but he flipped me over and I understood. I felt his rock hard cock pressing against my ass hole and I pushed back; I wanted that thing in me. He pushed and was in maybe an inch or two, another thrust and two more inched and then finally I could feel his hips against my ass. Paul pounded me and I could feel his pace quickening. He let out a feel load grunts and really pushed into me. I knew he was cumming and it set me off at the same time. I spewed cum all over his couch. We both shuddered as he pulled out. Paul went to the bathroom to clean up and I wasn’t sure what to do. I was dazed to say the least. I thought I might be leaking cum from my ass, so I found the extra bathroom and sat down to wipe up Paul’s cum. I went back to the room and found Paul cleaning my cum off the cushion with a wet rag. “I’m so sorry – I couldn’t help it.” Paul cut me off “don’t worry about it, we have a stain resistant coating on it. And if it leaves a mark, I’ll just say it was me. It won’t be the first time that Becca has seen me jack off on the couch.” “I can’t believe we did that.” I said starting to feel a little self-conscious standing there bare ass naked. “I have to tell you that it was my first time with a guy.” “But did you like it?” he said, emphasizing the word ‘like’. “Of course. How can I say I didn’t when you saw how much I came.” “Then let’s take that as a starting point and explore your sexuality? I think we’re good for one another. And as long as no one gets hurt, we’re okay. It’s only sex, for heaven’s sake.” I looked over at my pants on the floor but Paul read my mind and said – “ohh, not yet, there’s another good part of the movie coming up,,,”

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