Firsts are always special. And with Dan, the “firsts” just kept coming. What I thought would be a reenactment of our first night turned into much, much more. I threw my leg over his abs and settled my ass on his rod, forcing it deep inside me once again.“It’s called ‘the cowboy’”, he said with a grin.
I didn’t really care. All I knew was that his hard, thick cock felt so good up my ass.
Firsts are always special.
It had started innocently enough. When I had gone to paint one of Dan’s bedrooms, Kyle was there instead of Dan. Up until then, I didn’t know Kyle even existed. A roommate? A partner? A husband!? I wasn’t sure.
But it led to my first three-way and first spit-roast.
Firsts are special. That first kiss. That first blowjob, whether given or received. That first time to Top a guy or a girl. But for a Top to spread his legs and open his virgin ass for the first time…???
This is my (true) story of when my virgin Top ass became Cherry Mash. And, that first time was not just special…It was Fantastic!
John, the appliance repairman, returned…with his assistant. Not only did we revisit the dryer tumble, but a hot three-way ensued, including a spit-roast, DP, and pounding revenge fuck. You gotta love Service with a Smile.
Most of us have had the fantasy of the good-looking repairman coming in, fixing the broken appliance and then fucking our brains out. A fantasy. Or is it? -- The leather slapped across my exposed pucker, balls and dick. Ten whacks had my whole lower body pulsing. “Pain and pleasure are so very closely related,” he whispered. “And a hot ass feels no pain, just pleasure.”
We look each other in the eye, knowing full well who and what we are…Gemini twins, identical, yet just the opposite. When one is bad, the other remains good. When one is out of control, the other is watching from the sideline in complete control.
A double gang-bang? Two hungry mouths and two hungry asses waiting to be filled?
I rubbed my already sore, aching, fevered ass. Was that true? Was that really my secret fantasy? Then I realized. My sore, aching, fevered...empty...ass yearned to be filled. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the waiting fuck bench.
Kidnapped. Drugged. Stripped. Sexually molested. Was I really ready to do this to my best friend? Yeah, he had asked for it. Yeah, it was his fantasy. Yeah, it was consensual. But...?
Visions of that thick anaconda snaking its way into Zack's hole flashed through my memory, his ass lips sucked in with each thrust and wrest with each withdrawal. Pink and puffy. Stretched and drawn.
Could I expect the same? Would it be rape and plunder? Retaliation sex? My hole shivered in fear and anticipation.
A simple bar-b-que turns into a hot three-way. But wait! What the fuck? What I wasn't expecting was to get spit-roasted and then double penetrated by my roommate lover and his best friend.
"I don't usually let anyone spend the night. I normally fuck them, then show them the door."
He kissed me. "I'm not just anybody." I kissed him back. "That's true. You're not. You're one hell of a fuck!"