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 "Courtesy Fuck: Jack's Turn" by Eagle1 (MM, oral, anal)

   After the other night with his wife I wasn't sure whether I expected
Jack to show up at the bar or not.  But there he was, just like he was
every Thursday after the closing bell on Wall Street.  And there I was too.
Sitting at the bar, in my usual spot, nursing my drink and saving him a
seat next to me.

   He sat down just as he always did.

   "Marc," he asked with mock bravado patting me on the back, "How's it
going man?"

   "Fine," I said, grinning, "Now that you're here I have someone to talk
to."

   He looked at me and smiled back, and then turned to order a beer.

   Once the bartender had set a bottle down on the counter, Jack turned
back to me again.  He had that stupid grin, the one that I found so
attractive.  I stared at his face carefully.  He took a swig of his newly
arrived beer.

   Here we were, just a couple of guys.

   "How's Debbie?" I asked casually.

   "Still recovering," he replied, his smile disappearing.

   His face took on a very serious countenance as he began to stumble over
his words, trying to get his feelings out.

   "Man, I appreciate what you did," he said, struggling to get out the
words, "...it was...I...I really enjoyed it."

   I went back to my Scotch for a minute.  Took a sip of the liquid, and
let it evaporate on my tongue, filling my throat with its warmth.

   "Jack," I started, "Getting to fuck your wife was a reward in itself. 
She's a fine looking woman.  More than fine actually.  She's quality.  Any
able man would have been honored for the opportunity to fuck her."

   "You think I don't know that?" he said, for the first time with a hint
of tension in his voice.

   "No offense intended, man," I told him, not wanting to upset him.

   "I know that," he muttered.

   "So what is it then, Jack?" I asked him, "What's the matter?  Every
Thursday you come here, sit next to me and shoot the shit.  Then out of the
blue one day you ask me to fuck your wife.  And before you say anything
Jack, I've fucked other men's wives before.  I've watched them fuck their
wives and they've watched me do it.  A lot of the times we do it together.
It's fucking hot man.  But there's something different about you Jack."

   There was a very pregnant pause as he composed himself.

   "Why did you kiss me that night, Marc?" he asked, in that vulnerable
tone he'd used the other evening.

   "You looked like you needed it I guess."

   He turned his attention back to his beer to think.

   "I did need it," he said finally, not caring who overheard him, "I do
need it.  Would you do it again?"

   "Jack," I said suddenly, not sure why, "I'm not queer."

   "Neither am I," he replied, "Or at least I'd don't think so.  But don't
give me a load of crap.  Straight men don't kiss other men like that. 
Fuck, straight men don't kiss other men period."

   I looked at him carefully.

   "Plus," he added, "Straight guys don't look at me the way you look at
me."

   I raised my eyebrow slightly, inquisitively, encouraging him to go on.

   "I like it Marc.  It makes me feel...different.  Good."

   I looked deep into his eyes and I said, "Jack, I want to fuck you too."

   There it was said, done.  The whole business was out in the open now.

   "But I thought you weren't queer?" he said, with a bit of a grin now.

   "I'm not queer," I said, breaking eye contact with him for a minute,
"I'm not some closeted homosexual.  But that doesn't mean I don't find you
attractive."

   "So you're bi then?" he asked, in a tone that I assumed was meant to be
rhetorical.

   I answered the question anyway, in my own vague fashion, "It happens,
but very rarely.  I haven't felt like this in a long time."

   We both paused to think about that, taking a sip of our drinks.

   "So..." I said finally.

   "So..." came his response.

   It seemed obvious he didn't know how to make the first move.  I didn't
either really.

   "So," I started in again, pressing my point, "What do you want to do
about it?"

   "Debbie has a class on Thursday nights," he said, "That's why I started
coming here."

   I paused again to wet my mouth with another drink from my glass.

   "Let's go to my place then," I said.

   I didn't wait for an answer.  I got up and left him sitting there. 
Behind me I could hear Jack get up and follow.  I didn't look back, but I
sensed that he was in step behind me as he followed me through the bar and
out to my car like a trained dog.  He opened the car door and took his
place in the leather seat of the passenger side, glancing at me once or
twice on the drive home, but saying nothing.

   We arrived at my place, as I parked the car and we headed upstairs to
the sanctuary of my apartment.

   Our silence continued as we walked up the steps to my door, the only
sound in the stillness of the hallway was my keys as I turned them in the
lock.  The door opened and I strode into my bachelor pad.  My place did not
have a feminine touch, but my interior designer had managed to capture a
sort of simple, luxurious elegance that was much to my satisfaction.

   "Just throw your stuff anywhere man," I said nonchalantly.

   He'd come in after me and shut the door behind him.  In taking my own
advice I took off my suit jacket and pulled off my silk tie.  Jack was
similarly clad, having just come off work at the brokerage firm not too
long before making his appearance at the bar.

   "Do you want a drink, Jack?" I asked him.

   "I think I'd better," he told me.

   "Whiskey?  Vodka?  Beer?" I asked him, indicating my liquor cabinet,
"What's your pleasure, I'm fully stocked."

   "Uh, beer's fine," he said.

   "Beer's in the fridge behind you," I said, "Help yourself."

   He turned around to the kitchen area where I'd indicated and took a beer
out of the fridge.  My apartment was a loft like space and the dining room,
living room and kitchen where really all one big open area with very little
to differentiate them.

   I poured myself a Scotch, and I realized watching Jack taking in his
surrounding that I was really packing at that point.

   I gazed at him standing there, beer in hand.  I thought to myself that
there were moments, they were rare, but there were moments, when I would
have liked to be swept off my feet.  Like a VCR on fast forward the
countless number of times in my life that I'd instigated sex, too numerous
to mention, ran before my eyes.  I breathed a sigh.  Thinking of all that
work, all that follow through, every time controlling the fucking.  For
that moment, that one moment, I thought it might be nice for someone to
take me in their arms.  For that someone to do to me what I usually did to
others.  Someone who'd just take me any way they wanted.

   I would have liked it to be Jack.  But it was not to be.  The moment
passed.

   Jack stood there so shyly, waiting for me.  So I didn't disappoint him.
I walked over to him and set my drink down, took his head in my hands like
I'd done the other night and kissed him soundly on the lips.

   I kissed him and then I was going to fuck him.

   We groped like school kids trying to pull off our clothes.  I ran my
hands over his chest, his back.  He in turn felt my six-pack, my ass, held
my powerful biceps in his hands, bracing himself from my relentless
tongue-lashing.

   Then we both lost our minds for a little while.

   As Jack's passion built, so did his courage.  As I made love to him
there in the middle of my living room on my couch, he began to make love
back to me.  He began to strive for dominance, enjoying this moment.

   I had no idea what I was doing, but I hoped and prayed that no woman
would decide this was the night to pay her old fuck buddy Marc a visit.

   After a few minutes, when the initial heat of our passion subsided, it
was time to get down to more serious business.  We were both naked at that
point, every last stitch of clothing scattered around the room.  With my
hands I pushed Jack down onto the floor in front of me as I lay back on the
leather sofa.  I beckoned him closer and he knelt before me.  His eyes
glued to the sight of my cock.

   He'd seen it before the other night as he'd watched me fuck his wife. 
He knew how long and thick I was.

   Jack took his hands and placed them on my crotch.  Then, gingerly at
first, he took my hardened rod into his hand and squeezed me.  I groaned in
pleasure, and he continued several experimental tugs and pulls, getting a
feel for my smooth meat.

   His fingers played with my tool for a while, but then he began to trace
his fingers along the curve of my balls as they hung low against my ass. 
Gently he rubbed each of them.

   "Suck me off Jack," I whispered to him, "Take it in your mouth."

   Holding my proud boner steady, he opened his mouth and began to feed on
what I offered.  He was salivating.  His mouth and tongue wet against me.
Then he began sucking lightly on my flesh, enjoying my taste and the smell
of my musky scent.  He took in as much of me as he could, but soon his
mouth was crammed full after just the first few fat inches.

   He sucked and licked my cock, making loud slurping sounds as he worked
on it.  I felt my firm cock grow into steel like hardness and rigidity
inside his moist orifice.  His jaws were forced wider and wider to
accommodate my head pushed upwards, swelling to immense proportions.

   Jack pulled his mouth off of my gigantic rod and gazed at it with awe
and wonder.  He was eager to work and he traced his tongue up and down my
thick shaft.  I was clearly amazed at how turned on he was blowing another
guy.  I was being sucked like a popsicle on a hot summer day.

   "Oh, that's right Jack," I said to him, "You've waited a long time for
this.  That's it, you've got it.  Suck that big cock, Jack.  Suck me good
and hard."

   He groaned around my cock.

   Then I groaned in ecstasy, grunting as he sucked me.  Jack groaning and
grunting in turn, reaching down with one hand to stroke his own tool.

   "Let me fuck you now Jack," I told to him plaintively.

   Jack got up and sat on the couch.  I pulled him up so that his ass was
exposed to me.

   He had an athletic backside, tight and round.  I slapped it once or
twice before I reached in and used my tongue to probe his hole, to rim
around him.  He squirmed in delight experiencing a sensation he'd never
felt before.  His asshole spasmed around my tongue.

   Jack rested his head in his hands and waited with curiosity for the
sodomy to begin.  I spread his muscular cheeks.  His ass was so tight
looking, the muscles clenched together.  I really wanted him then.

   My dick is so big that I often need KY even with women.  I happened to
have some and soon I was slick enough that I was ready.  I then pressed the
head of my cock against his hole.  He was resisting me involuntarily and my
dick just couldn't fit at first.

   After a few moments of insistent pushing I told him, "Jack I can't get
it in.  It's too tight.  You need to relax your muscles."

   Jack looked like he was trying to relax, but that was no easy task.  He
bit his lip in pain as my fat tip slowly stretched his anus like the tip of
a baseball bat was going up his ass.  The rim of his ass muscle clamped
down around my mushroom tip.  I worried that maybe I was ripping him apart.
But neither of us would be happy until he was fully impaled upon my
enormous rod.  His legs were braced again the couch with me stuffing a few
more thick inches between them, up his ass.

   "How does it feel Jack," I asked him, one-third of the way inside.

   He looked into my eyes, sweaty, "It hurts so much, but I can take it. 
Please keep going Marc.  But go slow."

   His walls slowly began to expand around my anal probing.  My enormous
pole insinuating itself deeper and deeper into his bowels.

   I think an odd sense of pleasure was beginning in him.  After a slow
eternity, I felt my massive, hairy balls rest obscenely against his flesh.
The blunt head of my cock buried inside his warm moist hole.  He moaned
softly from the filthy pleasure of it all.

   My cock was buried within him for a long time.  But then I slowly began
to pull out, leaving a void behind me.  Then just when he was feeling the
sense of emptiness from my absence I thrust the head of my mighty cock
forward again.  He moaned and I grunted, relishing in the feeling of
filling him again and again.

   Aside from the obvious, it really wasn't any different that fucking a
woman in the ass.

   It became easier the longer I fucked him.  My cock, now slick with my
pre-cum and my saliva, slid smoothly in and out of his smooth ass, which
was still expanding almost to the point of breaking.  But I was so turned
on from this kinky situation that I looked forward to each delicious
stroke. He was soon bucking back at me I thrust into him, skewering his
tight asshole on my massive pole.

   "That's how it feels to have a man inside you," I told him.

   "Ohhhhh!" he grunted, trailing on, "Oh, fuck ... fuck me Marc."

   My balls really began to slap against his ass as I plowed into him.

   Jack began to writhe in pleasure as his asshole tingled, spasming around
my cock.  Encouraged by his wild gyrations, I began to increase the tempo
of my thrusts.  I rammed my steely log up his bowels, causing him to squirm
and moan in tormented delight.

   "Fuck me, Marc!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!" he called out.

   I was cock-crazed.  Lost up in the sex.  Through half closed eyelids I
saw him start to play with himself.

   He groaned with unexpected pleasure when he felt my hand wrap my fingers
around his throbbing boner.  I pumped his raging member once, and he shot
off immediately.

   Then I felt myself swell even larger and as the flood was released from
my balls, I knew I was about to cum.

   "Oh, Christ, Jack!  I'm going to cum!"

   I panted and grunted and I thrust my engorged dick inside him. 
Convulsing as I felt the cum explode from me inside of him.

   He groaned as he felt it.  His ass squeezed every drop of my semen from
my massive balls until finally my cock had been completely milked.

   Finally my softening meat grew smaller, and more or less fell, sloshing
out of his ravaged asshole.  No longer plugged up with my huge instrument
in his ass, it began to resume its normal shape.  Rivulets of hot cum oozed
out of his asshole as I sat down on the floor.

   Jack lay back.  His look was a cross between pain and ecstasy, his eyes
glazed over.  We lay there for a bit, just grinning at each other.

   "Your turn Jack," I finally said gently, smiling at him.

   I got on my knees and looked at his cock.  I brought my lips down around
it and took him inside my mouth.  He gave out a long sigh of pleasure.

   This was not something I did very often, something I had in fact really
done only on a handful of occasions.  And I'm pretty sure, judged against
the blowjobs I received from women, I was not very good at it.

   I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, and then licked all around
the shaft, holding his swollen rod at its base.  When I had gotten a good
taste of him, I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his cock into my
mouth.  His salty pre-cum tasted interesting, and I realized I'd forgotten
what it tasted like.  So different from the sweet taste of pussy.  Whereas
I wasn't sure I liked the taste, I found that I did like sucking Jack off.
The fact that it was him in particular.  His thick rod went down my throat,
and I took a great deal of it in before I felt my gag reflex begin at the
back of my throat.

   Pretty good for someone with little experience at this.

   Remembering what the girls did to me, I quickly established a bobbing
and sucking rhythm as I massaged his balls and the part of his shaft I
didn't have pumping into my mouth, getting all of his cock well coated with
my saliva.

   After several minutes of this, I pulled my head off of his cock and lay
down on my back on the floor.  There I lay, cock in hand, and spread my
legs a little so that Jack could have a nice view of my ass.  I have a
pretty muscled ass, firm, toned and powerful from all those hours squatting
in the gym.  Jack eyed it with pleasure.

   I figured this was the part he was really looking forward too.

   Jack got off and crawled slowly between my legs, opening them up even
further.  He grabbed the base of my cock and fed it into his mouth in one
smooth motion.  He was not a half bad cocksucker himself, and it was
exciting this feeling.  He seemed to take to it more naturally than me,
cause he was really able to take the first five of my nearly ten inches all
the way.  Then he pulled back until just my head was in his mouth.  He did
this several times, before I pulled him away lest I cum again too soon.

   Breathlessly, I told him to swing around so we could get into a
sixty-nine.  He didn't need any coaxing, but swiveled his legs around,
straddled my head and lowered his hips so that his cock was even with my
mouth.  I reached up and grabbed his dick, brought it to my lips and sucked
it into my mouth.  In this position, I could get a little more of his cock
into my throat and Jack rolled his hips to thrust as much of his hot cock
into my mouth as I could take.  At the same time, he bent his head and
resumed sucking my cock, and for several long, unbelievable minutes all you
could hear was the slurping sound of hard cocks going into hot, open
mouths.

   Our hands gripped each other's asses as we gave ourselves over to
pleasuring each other.  I nearly came again when Jack pulled my ass cheeks
open and began to finger my asshole.

   I couldn't believe how hot I was for this guy, now that I'd taken the
plunge.

   I could tell from the way he was thrusting his hips that he was getting
close to the edge, and I knew how close I was again.  Jack pulled himself
off of me.

   "Can I fuck you Marc?" he begged, panting.

   I nodded my consent, and smiled at him.

   Jack took some KY in his hand and rubbed it all over his dick to mix
with his pre-cum and my saliva.  I knelt over the sofa, with my ass in the
air, prepared to give him his turn.  Jack probed my ass with his fingers. I
began to stroke my dick very lightly.

   He didn't wait long, I felt the head of his cock squeeze past my ass
muscle, and I felt his hot, cock throbbing as it sank into my rectum.  I
gasped in pain at the intense feeling of having my ass violated with a live
hard cock for the first time in a long time.  I squeezed my eyes shut and
clamped my jaw together to keep from crying out like a girl.

   Jack's dick was hot and he filled me up righteously and fucked me
steadily, with almost grim determination.  After a few moments, I began to
adjust to having this large thing inside me.

   I was steadily stroking my own cock in time with the rhythm of Jack's
cock in my ass.  Jack used his hands working my ass cheeks as he gripped my
hips for better leverage.  I love to have my ass stroked during sex.  I
could feel the motion of his cock as he began to pump harder and faster
back and forth in my ass, and I was keeping right up with him as I stroked
my own cock.  Then the pain lessened to a mild ache and it began to feel
good.  Pleasure through pain.

   I lifted my head up and groaned at the wondrous feelings his hard, hot
dick was giving me.

   And this all too soon brought me to another orgasm.  My balls churned
and I loosened my load all over my leather sofa.  Oh, well, at least it
would be easier to clean than the carpet.

   Jack gave a choking grunt, he pushed recklessly deeper into my ass than
he'd done before.  I felt the sensation of his cock swelling, and then
bursting in a series of shots deep into my ass.  He emptied himself
completely as I bucked back against him to get every drop.  For long
minutes his cock spasmed and twitched as he shot oozing droplets of cum
deep into my ass.

   Finally, Jack wrapped his arms around my chest and slumped onto my
sweaty back, his cock still embedded in my ass.  I just knelt there in
position, my head lolling against the back of the sofa as I soaked up the
afterglow of one of the most surprising sexual experiences of my recent
life.  After several minutes, his cock quit twitching in my ass and he
pulled it out, followed immediately by a stream of cum that dribbled out my
gaping asshole and down the back of my thighs.  This sensation was
strangely erotic in that I felt my cock begin to revive somewhat.

   We sat back on the floor, with our backs against the sofa, with our arms
around each other and a hand on each other's now limp dicks.

   We talked about our lives, like we were back in the bar or something.

   After a while he kissed my lips, and we began to make out again.  As we
made out, we slid to the floor until we were lying horizontal, our bodies
slick and rubbing against each other and our hands covering as much of each
other's naked flesh as we could reach.  Our dicks were reinvigorated from
the slow stroking we'd been doing almost non-stop since we'd finished our
last session.

   No words were necessary; we both knew what we wanted, and I snaked my
left hand between Jack's legs and ran my middle finger along the crack of
his ass and up to his asshole.

   "Fuck me again," he whispered to me, "It's been so long since I've felt
this good."

   This time I worked my fingers in and out of Jack's ass, opening him up
and preparing him for my fat cock.  Jack's hand worked my cock steadily,
getting it up to full size.  I was finger fucking Jack's ass with my left
hand and stroking his swollen cock with my right.  I looked up at Jack's
face and saw his eyes were closed with a blissful expression on his face,
and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to please this man.

   Climbing on my knees in front of him, I whispered, "Get on your knees
Jack."

   I pressed the head of my dick to his asshole and slowly pushed it past
his sphincter again.  Jack groaned in utter satisfaction as I slowly
entered his ass.  Inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into his
clenching intestines until I found myself completely embedded in his
unbelievably hot ass.

   I gave a long, low moan as I felt his muscles grip my cock in their wet
embrace.  I began to pump my cock slowly, which was the only way I could
fuck him and not explode right from the start.  Even though I had already
cum twice, the heat of our coupling was so intense that if I had tried to
fuck any faster, it would have been the end.

   His now experienced ass opened right up for me and accepted my hard meat
with practically no resistance.  After the initial rush faded away,
however, I began to regain some control and soon I was fucking Jack's hot
ass steadily, though still slowly.  I wrapped my hands around his thighs to
increase my leverage, and I was thrilled at the wet slapping of my cock
pumping back and forth in his ass.

   I looked down to find that Jack had grabbed his cock and was jacking it
in rhythm to my fucking motion, like I'd done with myself earlier.  Moans
and groans of pleasure filled the room as we fucked with increasing
intensity.  I was straining to hold back the flood of cum that was reaching
the boiling point in my balls while my thrusts became longer and harder in
Jack's ass.

   Jack's hands were pulling harder on his cock.

   "C'mon, man," he growled at me with pleasure, "Don't be a pussy.  Fuck
me!  Fuck me hard!"

   I was surprised at this aggressive change in demeanor.  Jack cried as
his cock began to swell even larger in his hands.  I did as he requested
and began to pound my cock in Jack's ass as he rolled his hips in a
circular motion designed to get every bit of my dick as deep as possible in
his trembling ass.

   Suddenly, Jack threw his head back as he came.  His rod exploding like a
cannon over my carpet.

   I was just seconds behind him, as I pumped deeper than ever in his ass
and felt my cock balloon inside.  With an incoherent roar, I spewed as much
cum as I had left in me, deep into his ass.

   I pulled out and we writhed on the floor in mutual ecstasy, completely
sweaty, and utterly sedated.

   Lying there I looked deeply into Jack's eyes and he looked back at me in
what could only be described as a look of deep contentment.

   After a long time lying like that, we finally looked at the clock and
reluctantly disengaged ourselves from each other.

   "Debbie will be home soon," he said, "I'd better go."

   We took a quick shower together, but we were both too drained for any
more sex.  It was enough to merely be in each other's presence.  Then I
called him a cab to take him back to the bar to get his car.

   He turned to me as he was about to leave.

   "Marc," he said, "About tonight...."

   "It's okay Jack," I said, "This was good, but it's not me.  Ya know?  I
love pussy too much man."

   He looked at me for the longest time, and then he nodded once in
understanding, smiled serenely at me and left.

   Instinct told me that I was something Jack had needed badly.  And, in
truth, maybe I'd needed a little something from him too.  But I was a
short-term solution to his long-term problems.  Jack needed to deal with
his sexuality in his own way.

   Tonight I remembered making peace with my own bisexuality.  The first
time I'd discovered I had these feelings inside I'd doubted myself. 
Doubted my manhood.  Maybe Jack had been feeling the same way?  But in the
last many years I've learned with experience that sex is okay.  It was all
okay.  What matters is that one person can give another a moment of
pleasure and in that moment of pleasure find peace.

   No one is useless in the world who lightens the burdens of it for
another.

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