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FAMILY JOY
  By Tantra
CHAPTER ONE

   My name is Stephen York.
  When I started out on the road as a salesman I was a happily
married father of one with another child on the way.  I sold
paint and had a territory that encompassed Colorado and New
Mexico. I was always a nose to the grindstone worker and the
company's leading salesman.  Now, ten years later in my tenth
year everything about me changed in one solitary night and all
because of a young man, years younger than me, who even looked
enough like me to be my kid brother.  
His name was Lyle Goddard and his father owned the biggest
hardware stores in Aspen and Vail.  He had just graduated from
college and had taken over the management of the Aspen store.  Up
to then, as far as I was concerned, he was just the owner's kid
stocking shelves during the summer months. But I liked him and I
sensed that the feeling was mutual.  
He was blonde, good looking and affable and in spite of the fact
that he was not he biggest guy in the world, had been an
outstanding defensive back for the University of Colorado.  Since
entertainment is a large part of my job I took him to dinner on
the night that my life turned upside down.
"You must travel a lot," Lyle, said to me as we sipped cocktails
on this one particular night.  I had wanted to talk football but
he seemed bent on changing the subject.  
	"I have two entire states," I said, "so I am gone from Monday
through Friday seven weeks out of eight."
	"How long have you been married?"
	"Nearly fifteen years.  We have two boys, thirteen and eleven."
	"Then, by now, your wife probably fucks around while you're away
and you're probably doing the same thing on the road."  
	I was taken aback by Lyle's brashness but also amused.  "Is that
the way you think it is with long time married couples?"
	Lyle was smiling, too.  "Do you know Jimmy Soules?"
	"Yes, I know him," I said.  "He sells acoustical glues for
Madden.  He's a really good guy.  What are you going to tell me
that he fucks around on the road?  That wouldn't exactly surprise
me."
	"I know for a fact that he is like all the other traveling
salesmen in that regard.  But he also got me to join a club and,
believe me when I tell you, that it changed my life for the
better. It's a club for cuckolded husbands whose wives feel the
need to have sex with other men. We are lucky enough to be
married to hot babes and are willing to recognize their need for
strange cock."
	I was stunned beyond words.  "Susan fucks around?  You haven't
been married a year, have you?"   
	"Have you ever seen my wife, Stephen?  Have you ever seen her? 
Not only is she beautiful but she is smoldering.  She loves men.
I knew she had a reputation before I married her but at first I
thought marriage would settle her down.  What I really thought,
though, was that even if the marriage didn't last just having her
as a sex partner for however long it lasts would be worth it. 
Still, when I first saw the signs that she was fucking around I
was deeply hurt at first."
	"What sort of signs?"
	"Now I've got you wondering about........what's your wife's
name?"
	"Marie," I said.
	"Marie.  Well Susan had always worn more or less conventional
panties, you know the high-waist type built more for comfort,
even when we were in school going together. But all of a sudden
it was all Victoria's Secrets. That was just one thing. We would
be watching television and her mind would be a million miles away
and she would have this secret little smile on her face.  She
developed a renewed interest in oral sex which had disappeared
not long after our honeymoon. Things like that. One day, out of
the blue, she asked me why I didn't grow a mustache.  Now I am as
blond as you and blonds don't look that well in a mustache."
	"She was trying to tell you that she was having an affair.  Part
of her wanted you to know."
	"All of her wanted me to know! She was pushing the envelope. 
She was ready to open our marriage and we hadn't even been
married a year. So I came right and asked her the big question. 
Who's the guy?
	"Naturally she denied it and accused me of having a dirty mind.
But I persisted until she broke down in tears and admitted it was
this salesman neighbor who was a big stud and, as I was to learn
later, had a humongous cock."
	"And a mustache!" I said.
	"And a mustache like Clark Gable. I was shattered at first. 
Even though I was prepared from the beginning that this sort of
thing could happen with a hot babe like Susan, it still knocked
me for a loop.  Well, Sproules came by the store the next day and
I cried on his shoulder.  He popped his membership card and told
me welcome to the club." 
	"The club has a membership card?"
	"It costs $25.00 dollars to join and it's $50.00n annual dues in
order to maintain our website.   We commiserate with each other
and exchange stories and sexually explicit pictures of our wives
with their boyfriends."
	"Isn't this all about humiliation?" I asked.
	"That's a large part of the appeal I won't deny it," Lyle said.
"But it's mostly about the thrills of sex.  Once you have
resigned yourself to the fact that very few men or women are
going to remain faithful in this age of Aquarius the trick is to
go with the flow and enjoy it.  How would you like to be tied up
and forced to watch Marie get fucked by some big black guy with a
huge cock?  Try telling me that that would not excite you!" 
	"Is that what you do?"
	"Among other things.  We do all sorts of things. We engage in
threesomes for example."  He took out his wallet and removed a
membership card and laid it on the table.  It was well presented.
 Across the top in bold gold letters it said "North American
Cuckolds Association".  Across the bottom was Lyle's name.  And
in the middle was a picture of two cocks, one black and one
white.  They were both flaccid, but long and touching each other.
 The black cock was considerably larger than the white. It was so
sexy but it was also very gay!   I was shocked at what seemed to
be a revelation. 
	"Is this a gay club?  Are these guys gay?"
	"I would say so," he said with a smile.  "A psychologist might
tell you that most of us feel a subliminal attraction for the
guys who are screwing our wives." 
	"Are you telling me that you're gay, Lyle? That's hard to
believe!"
	"I've become very gay and happily so."
	"Do you still have sex with your wife?"
	"Yes.  It's just not as frequent.  But when we do it is better
than ever.  I am what Kinsey would call primarily homosexual with
an incidental interest in women.  Only a small percentage of men
or women are exclusively heterosexual.  It may seem contradictory
but gay guys are better lovers for women.  It has something to so
with sensitivity and self- control.  Susan has many lovers but I
know I am at the top of her list.  We just don't do it as often
but it's special when we do." 
	"Were you always gay?"  He was very good looking and one could
easily imagine his being sought out as a kid.
	"If I was I didn't know it.  And I'll tell you a secret, Susan
is not the only Goddard who shops at Victoria's Secrets."
	"You mean you......you........dress?"
	"I'm wearing black lace panties right now."
	  I was so strangely excited I didn't know what to make of it. 
This was all so new to me.   
	"So how are Marie's panties looking these days?  I'm just
curious."    
	  In my heart I really couldn't picture my Marie, my
domesticated mother of two teen age boys, screwing around.  She
was very sexy to be sure but in my mind people who needed to
screw around were not as sexy as those who had no difficulty
being monogamous.  
	"It may be nothing more than a coincidence but she actually did
break out with new sexy underwear about six months ago. I chalked
it up to a middle-aged resurgence of sexual interest but now
you've got me wondering." 
	"Exciting, isn't it?"
	"Exciting?"
	"Don't you find it exciting to realize that your wife is hot
enough to bed down with other guys?  Can't you picture her naked
with another man?  Don't you find that exciting to think
about?""
	"I don't know if exciting is the right word.  If you hadn't
conditioned me to be more accepting I probably would be ready to
kill right now."
	"Face it!  It's in keeping with the times and you've got a hot
wife.  Have you ever discussed fantasies with her?"
	"Her one fantasy that she reserves for masturbation and said she
never expected to fulfill is to get fucked by a black guy.  She
has two dildos that are both back."
	"There you go.  She's probably already done it and, if she
hasn't, you need to make it happen.  You need to bring a picture
of your wife to the bar at the Broadmoor and look for a black guy
willing to come home with you and fuck the shit out of her while
you watch.   She'll love you for it.  If she has fantasies about
it she wants to do it."
	"We've got kids you know and they are at a very impressionable
age.  We can't exactly have their mother going off to our bedroom
with other guys."
	"You said you have two boys."
	  "Thirteen and eleven!"
	"They'll be more than happy to be have sexy parents, believe me.
 Being a member of the cuckold club has given me the perspective
to know this. I see how other couples with kids explain the
virtues of swinging to them and how they seemed to understand it
completely and approve of it.  Kids grow up much quicker these
days and nearly all of them engage in sex very early on."
	"I don't know about that."
	"Trust me, I know.  Answer me honestly, have you ever had any
curiosity at all about gay sex?"
	"Never at all.  I can say that with all honesty!"
	"You never even got the tiniest charge out of seeing pictures of
two males having sex?"
	"Never."
	"Did you get even a slight charge out of seeing the black and
white cocks touching on my membership card."
	"Yes," I admitted.  "It caught me by surprise and I was a little
shocked."
	"It happens, you know."
	"What happens?"
	"Men bring their cocks together to play.  It's very pleasant." 
The card was still on the table and I was still looking at the
picture.
	"Have you ever heard of Pinky's?"  He asked.
	"Pinky's?  You mean the gay joint here in Aspen that everyone 
talks about?"
	"Have you been there?"
	"No, but I've heard about it.  Some of what they say goes on is
awfully hard to believe."
	"It's all true.  Everything!  You can't go there and not be
converted to the gay life-style. Not if you are sexy at all.  You
will find a side of you that you don't know exists."
	"I think I can pass on Pinky's" I said.  "Believe me I have
nothing against gays.  In a way I can even envy them at times. 
But it's not for me."
	"It's a question of guts, don't you think?" he asked.
	"The guts for what?"
	"The guts to go to Pinky's with me and see what all the fuss is
about.  You don't have to participate.  All you have to do is
observe and see what you think.  You can see how the other half
lives."
	"You just told me that you didn't believe that anyone could go
there and not be converted." 
	"And you just told me that you were immune.  We can go there
tonight if you are willing to see how men have sex with each
other.  And you will love it." 	
 
Comments:   Bostbr101@aol.com


CHAPTER TWO

	There was nothing subtle about Pinky's.  As soon as you caught
sight of the building you got the drift.  Milling around the
front entrance was some of the clientele dressed almost uniformly
in tight fitting jeans and all of them guys.  There wasn't a
female in sight.

 	The thumping base of sex-driven music pummeled our ears as soon
as we slid out of Lyle's red Corvette and as we walked through
the parking lot I got a preview of what to expect. Two guys in
their early twenties were lip-locked in the front seat of a car
with their flies open and their hands on each other's member and
this in spite of the fact that there were two uniformed cops only
a few feet away.

	Lyle just smiled at me without saying anything and, in spite
of myself, I needed to make  an adjustment down below. I
wondered what it was about me that made Lyle believe I would go
for this stuff.  Did he take me for a homo and was my state of
excitement proving him right?  

	"Good evening, Mr. Goddard," the doorman 
greeted us.  "Let me guess.  You have your big brother
with you tonight.  You almost look like twins."
	
	"This is my big brother, Stephen," Lyle said,
mischievously.  "Stephen, this is my friend, Frankie."

	I shook hands with Frankie and he held on long
enough to suggestively trace  a forefinger along the back of my
hand. The blare of the music was near deafening and got me
instantly excited about seeing what this other world was all
about.   Wild thoughts ran through my mind.  I was about to be
thrust into the company of some very virile  guys who were in
search of sex with other very virile men.   There was no longer
any doubt that my football star and married friend, Lyle, was as
gay as the rest of them and might even be harboring hopes of
having sex with me.  The very thought of it should have turned
me off but, for some reason, it did the reverse.  I was
undeniably turned on.

  Did I actually want to find out what it was like?  My answer
was more yes than no.  Maybe all these years I was actually a
closet gay without knowing it.  Maybe Lyle was right that being
gay was as simple as deciding to suck or get sucked or, what was
even more conclusive, allow oneself to get fucked.

	Once we got through the door and into the 
pandemonium I was even less sure about myself.  Before us
was a dance floor full of writhing, undulating male forms in 
various stages of undress.  Nearly all were shirtless and some
were all the way down to their briefs.   And we are talking
about scant, sexy briefs designed to arouse. 

	"Remember that you are among friends," Lyle said to me.
"You're going to be genuinely surprised by how nice everyone
is and how much they care for you."

  All around us engorged cocks were crammed into tiny leather
pouches.  There were flimsy see-through materials that provided
intriguing peeks at rampant male paraphernalia. Most provided
unobstructed rear views of what, to them I am sure, were the
portals to heaven.  As many as not were wearing cosmetics,
flouncing their flaming nature in bright red lipstick, elongated
eyebrows and darkened eyes.  It was Sodom on site.  Cocks
suddenly became objects of interest for me.  Their sheer power
and beauty was hypnotically captivating.  I had never looked at
cocks that way before but now I did.

Lyle was smiling at me in a knowing way but saying nothing.   I
caught him stealing glances at my crotch to measure my level of
excitement.  Out on the dance floor two guys lowered their briefs
enough to release two beautiful erections and one of them brought
their cocks up against each other to nestle and play.

	"They let them do that?" I shouted above the din 
to Lyle indicating the masturbating couple.

	"It's early," he said.  "We're just getting started.  You may
as well know that before the night is over you will have seen it
all and will likely feel compelled to take part.  We're here to
have fun and love each other!"

	"What about the cops?" I asked.

	"This place is loaded with cops," Lyle said. "They're just out
of uniform at the moment."  
  	 
	Several couples were lip-locked and moving sensuously
pelvis to pelvis.  Some swayed with their hands holding each
other's cocks.
 
	  "This is very exciting!" I said.  "I'm really into it."

	"Then my hunch was right," he said.  "You're going to be
one of us.  You're going to be thanking me for the rest of your
life for introducing you to this."

	"You actually took me for being gay, Lyle?" I asked.
	
"I took you for being sexy," he said.  "It's really the
 same thing!  If you're really sexy you are going to love sex. 
And if you really love sex you will love the boys more. That's a
guarantee."

	It was the cocks that made the difference, I thought.  I had
never thought of them that way before. They were beautiful
playthings.  In their majesty they represented the awesome power
of procreation.   Erect, thick, gorgeous cocks were worthy of
worship.  Other men knelt before them, held them, sucked them,
and kissed them.   I needed to do the same.
 
It was getting hotter.  More clothes were coming away.
Jeans and slacks were being loosened, lowered and tossed aside. 
More briefs were at half-mast and erections of every size and
shape waved to and fro as the men and boys moved with the
devil-driven beat of the music.   Crossdressers were down to
their stockings.

	Lyle reached out to slide my polo shirt out of my pants and
pull it up over my head.  I didn't resist.  I took hold of Lyle's
shirt
to do the same.

	"You aren't going to regret this," he said as he
very sensuously caressed my tits sending unfamiliar 
thrills through my system.  I used my forefingers to,
very lightly, do the same for him.  And then we kissed. 
Open-mouthed we kissed.  It was my first guy kiss and it
was so very different.  It was spectacular and different and
truly
wonderful.

How could kissing another guy possibly be more exciting than
kissing a girl?  But it was.  Maybe you could have closed your
eyes and not known the difference but I doubted it.  When you
knew you were kissing another guy with a cock like the rampant
cocks currently on parade it was far more forbidden and
significant.  The sight of naked men was making me desperatley
erect. 

The last of the clothing was falling away.  The men were naked
and looking for places to lie prone with one another.  Hands
reached to envelope the rampant cocks that were now gallantly
displayed.  Some men went to their knees.  Cocks were now being
thrilled by warm moist mouths. It was a prelude to the greater
intimacies that were sure to follow.  It wasn't that things had
gotten out of control.  If the couplings were random it was still
part of the plan. The plan was to make sure that everyone was
happy and receiving pleasure and that no one was left out. And no
one was.

 	Lyle and I were without clothes.  We fell into a naked
embrace with our hard cocks touching. Lyle's tongue was doing
a dance  with mine.

"I really like this a lot," I was finally able to whisper.  "It's
all so hot!"

	He smiled that infectious smile and said, "You're really going
to love this, Stephen.  You're taking the big step to paradise. 
Your wife may be fucking other men but if you are willing to take
on the woman's role tonight you will enjoy it even more than she
does. You will both be anxiously looking for cock after tonight.
You will be having sex almost every day!" 
 
	"I want to do it," I said.  "I've made up my mind!
And that means everything!  I want to do it all!  If it's as good
as
everyone says I want to do it."
	
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 				CHAPTER THREE
	
The following morning I woke up late and barely made it out of
the motel by check-out time.  My head was swimming and my ass was
pleasantly sore.  I had looked in the mirror to see if I looked
any different but other than some slight signs of fatigue I
appeared essentially the same.  But even if it didn't show I was
a totally different person than the one that had sat down to
dinner with Lyle the night before.  My dreams through the night
had been filled with naked, smiling, surprisingly gentle, men.
The stranger in front of the mirror this morning was, to say the
least, willing to admit he was now happily gay.  Why argue with
the facts. I had expected to wake up in the morning filled with
regret and with the determination to put it all behind me and
forget it ever happened.  But it wasn't to be. The experiences at
Pinky's had changed me forever.  I couldn't get the images of
erect cocks and smiling, sexy  men out of my head and I was
already deciding, even though my ass was truly sore, to take the
day off and look for more of the same.  I wanted to be bent over
a table, a bed, or something with a cock well up inside me.  I
wanted to be flat on my back with my legs in the air and another
guy on top of me.   I wanted to kiss and suck a cock but more
than anything I needed to get fucked. 
  That's why, the night before, I couldn't say I'd had enough
even when I knew I should rest my ravaged pussy.  I had been
fucked five times by four different guys and it seemed each one
was more considerate and loving than the one before.  They were
all so nice.  Even the lazy, dawdling conversations that took
place between sessions, when you were tracing some lover's cock
with a forefinger, or bending down to plant a kiss on it, were so
pleasant.  You had to get right next to a guy's ear to be heard
above the blare of the music but the conversations were
stimulating.  I found out that most had been married before
turning queer and many of them still were. Some were willing to
travel as much as 100 miles to get to Pinky's and drive all night
to get home, bringing two or three partners to share the driving.

And Lyle had become my Mister Wonderful.  After we took turns
sucking each other's cocks he took my virginity with so much care
and consideration.  He sat against the wall and I sat in his lap
and lowered myself onto his cock inch by precious inch.  The pain
was minimal.  By the time his big beautiful cock was completely
in I was gone forever. I really loved it. I didn't want to live
without it.  Every movement was pure ecstasy.  I finally found
out what all the fuss was about all these centuries.  I really
wanted to take the role of a woman during sex.  I wanted to
become a sissy faggot.	
Lyle and I had one thing in common aside from being hopelessly
queer.   We both preferred the female role.   I only topped one
guy and, while it was a pleasure in itself, it didn't compare
with having a cock moving around inside me.  The one guy I topped
was a very romantic bear named George.   He was bald, a hairy
bear, and at least in his mid-sixties and I was nuts about him.
He got on all fours while I fucked him.  We lay on our sides
while I fucked him.  And then he lay on his back with his legs
spread while I fucked him.  Our lips were locked when we came. 
And then we stretched out to talk and play idly with each other's
cocks and tits.  The music, having done its part to set the mood,
had finally stilled to be replaced by the quieter sounds of
sighs, moans and passionate exclamations.
George lived in Vail and was married to an understanding or, at
least totally resigned, wife.  Together they had parented three
gay boys, one of whom was a priest.  
"Most people think it's a matter of genes," he told me between
kisses.  "And there have been studies that show similar patterns
in the brain among gays and lesbians and that could account for
why certain men have feminine mannerisms and lesbians can be
butch.  Others say that behavior can alter your genes.  I think
it's more a matter of experiencing homosexual sex usually at
adolescence.  To me the fun and the pleasures of gay sex are
irresistible once you've crossed the line.  At least that is the
way it was for me.  
"One of my son's little boyfriends caught me alone one afternoon
when he came looking for Eddie.  The boys were away visiting for
the weekend with their mother. He asked to use the bathroom and
then walked right into my office totally naked.  You can imagine
my shock at seeing a fourteen year old beautiful boy with an
erection that wouldn't quit.  
"He told me he was gay and that my sons didn't know it and that
if I ever wanted a little fun on the side all I had to do was
ask.  What followed was the greatest sex I had ever had in my
life.  As it turned out it was a setup.  My boys had planned the
whole thing to get me into it.  They were already fooling around
with the father of the boy who seduced me.  It became a regular
thing up to today."
"Wow! What about your wife? Did your wife do it with girls?" I
asked.
"That would have made it perfect but for several years she had a
steady boyfriend ten years younger than her and it continued even
after he got married.  As she got older her interest in sex went
away."
A tall, rangy, college age black guy interrupted us and slid down
to lie down beside me.  He knew George and knew George wouldn't
mind.  Without a word he lightly traced my cock up and down a few
times and, then, without a word brought his lips and tongue to
meet mine.  I used one hand to envelope his long, thick black
cock.  It was beautiful!  He was beautiful.
 "Stephen, allow me to introduce you to Albert.  I do believe
that Albert likes your ass and who can blame him."
"And I like his cock, if that is what Albert has in mind."
I had become a hopeless slut.  Before I even heard Albert utter a
single word I was on my back with my legs in the air and feeling
the joy of taking that big black cock all the way to the hilt. 
George moved up so that, by turning my head I could suck his cock
at the same time.  
It had been a perfect night and now I decided to skip my calls in
Montrose and Delta and go straight on to Grand Junction and check
in.  I wanted to find a gay joint if they had one and go on the
prowl.  I couldn't think of anything but homosexual sex.  My
habit was to call Marie in the middle of the week but I decided
to wait another day until my head cleared.  I felt I had to find
some way to eventually reconcile my new found sexual lifestyle
with Marie's.  It was only fair. 
 I had already applied for North American Cuckold Association
even though I had yet to confirm Marie's unfaithfulness.  Even if
it wasn't true, my plan was to talk her into fucking other guys.
Or maybe even girls.
And then it happened.  The most unlikely incident took place. 
How could years of uneventful travel suddenly turn into such a
steady sequence of gay experiences as though, somehow, fate had
decided to take me down a certain path. 
 I had stopped at a totally empty rest area on the outskirts of
Delta to take a dump, my second of the day, very likely brought
on by my experiences of the night before. On the wall was a well
done drawing of an erected penis with blobs of cum flying out in
all directions. There was a telephone number to go with it and
nothing else.  It had to be fate. Even if nothing else came of it
just the entertainment of talking to another sexy guy on the
phone would be worth it.
	When I got back to the car I called.  The voice on the other end
said hello and it sounded a little breathless and sopranic.  It
almost sounded like a young kid.
	"Have I got the right number?" I asked, repeating it.
	"This is Rudy," he said.  "And that's my number."  It was
definitely a kid.
	"I think we're dealing with a school prank, Rudy.  Someone put
your number in a public place just to tease you."
	"Are you in the rest area on Route 50?"    
"Yes."
"Are you interested?"
I almost didn't know how to answer that.  He had to mean what I
think he meant. There was a sexy, breathless whisper to his
voice.  I finally managed an equally breathless "Yes!"
"Do you have a GPS?"
"Yes."
"Put down this address.  It's a Denny's.  Park in the lot and
stand outside your car!  If I like what I see I will come to you.
 What are you driving?"
"I am driving a blue Ford Mustang.  But you sound awfully young.
How old are you?"
"I'm old enough to cum!" He said.  "And I'm old enough to make
you cum and, believe me, I know how to do it!" He hung up before
I could make up my mind.
It took less than a minute for my cock to decide what to do, and
fifteen minutes more off anxious driving to reach Denny's.   I
found a place to park where I wasn't boxed in and stood outside
the car with my arms folded looking around.  There was one young
boy over by the building standing next to a bike rack.  He looked
to be about the same age as my thirteen year old Stevie and he
looked Arabic.  His black hair was slicked and his complexion was
near mahogany.  And in only a few seconds he began to walk toward
me.  His smile virtually gleamed.
"I'm glad you came," he said.  "I'm Rudy." 
I took his extended hand and, like the doorman at Pinky's, I
traced a finger lightly along the back of his hand.  "I'm
Stephen, I said.
"I want to get fucked so bad I can hardly stand it!" He said. He
sounded so hot.  
"God, Rudy," I said, "you're just too sexy for words. Where can
we go?  Do you want me to get a room?"
"We can go to my house," he said.  "You'll have to take me back
here later to pick up my bike."
He literally ran around and car and jumped in.
"Are you up for a threesome?" he asked when I joined him.
"A threesome?"
"My little brother Ali is home.  He's eleven and he doesn't
produce any cum yet but he is in love with sex."
"What about your parents?"
"They both work.  I have an uncle in Grand Junction that taught
us everything we needed to know."
"And you like it that much?"
He laughed out loud.  "What do you think?  We both love it."
"And you....love each other?"
"Of course.  But we both want bigger cocks where they count.  I'm
sure you know what I mean.  We like grown men for fucking."
"Are you getting a lot of takers from the rest room ad?" I
asked.
"Not as many as you think.  About one a month and about half of
them I don't like the looks of.  You're wearing a wedding ring so
I take it your Bi.  Go back the way you came and I will tell you
where to turn."
"I had my first gay experiences last night," I told him, at a gay
club in Aspen.  I'm totally hooked on it.  But I'm totally new at
it."
"You must have been at Pinky's!" he said.  "Uncle Ted told me
about it.   Is it true that the guys get completely naked?"
"You never saw anything like it. It's all out in the open. 
Everyone does everything. I don't think you could be part of it
and not turn gay.  At least I couldn't."
"I like being gay," Rudy said.  "My brother, too.  What are you
going to tell your wife?"
"I haven't figured that out yet.  But I know it won't take her
long to get start getting suspicious.  How long have you been at
it?"
"Take your next left. For two great years. Uncle Ted broke me in
at eleven and we both seduced Ali the next night."
"Ali was only nine?"
"He had just turned nine. My uncle fucked him while I played with
his cock.  He loved it.  Do you have boys?"
"Yes," I said.  "About your ages."
"Aren't you going to want to do it with them now that you know
what it's like?"
"Based on your experiences would you recommend it?"
"You know how my uncle did it?"
"How?"     
"He let me look at some porn magazines. Take the next right we're
almost there. I was in my bedroom on the computer when he entered
carrying the magazines.  We were alone in the house.
"He told me that he wanted to add to my knowledge of the facts of
life.  He told me it was very important stuff.  Then he had me
sit beside him on the bed with the pile of magazines between us.
He had the magazines arranged so that the girl-guy stuff came
first.  Every young kid wants to see porn especially for the
first time.  It got me terribly excited.  He said that guys and
girls did all this stuff because it was fun and there was great
pleasure in it.  Married people cheated on each other to do these
things all the time.  I asked him if my mother and father cheated
and he told me my mother liked girls.  
   "Then we got down to the gay stuff.  There were pictures of
guys sucking cocks and guys fucking.  There were pictures of
smiling young boys in their underwear.  There were pictures of
smiling young boys showing their cocks.  There were pictures of
naked boys kissing and holding each other's cocks.  That kind of
stuff! Now I was really getting excited. I heard some talk about
queers before but I never dreamed it could be so sexy.  And now
being told that my mother liked girls really had me going.  The
next thing I knew one of his hands had found me and was gently
cupping my balls.  He held them it seemed forever, while I looked
at more pictures, this time of grown men with young boys. As
unbelievable as it seemed big men were sticking their big cocks
inside their little asses and the young boys seemed to like it
and want more. 
  	"My uncle's hand began a gentle kneading of my little balls. 
What he was doing felt so wonderful.
	"He asked me if I liked the pictures?  I told him yes. He asked
me if I liked what the guys were doing with each other.  I told
him yes again.  Then he asked me if I liked what he was doing to
me?  I really said yes.  He told me that some men and boys prefer
to have sex with each other more than with women just like my
mother liked girls.  He asked if I ever had heard of it?  I told
him that I heard some boys make fun of queers, if that is that
what he meant?  He said if those boys tried gay sex you can be
sure they wouldn't be making fun of queers.  They would be queer
themselves. That's how good it is.  
	"He, by then, had opened my belt, unzipped my fly and got it
out.  I didn't want him to stop.  He jerked me up and down while
fixing his eyes on mine.  And then he went down.  That was it for
me.  He swallowed my cum."
	"So I guess you are suggesting one way I might seduce my own
boys." I said.  
	"You would be doing them a favor you and I both know that.  My
uncle says that I will probably grow up to get married and have
kids of  my own but, somewhere down the line, sex with other men
will become important to me again."
	"Your uncle sounds like a wise man to me," I said.
	"And he has a beautiful cock."
"What about your father?"
"He knows Ali and I are gay.  I told him.  He doesn't know about
Uncle Ted and us. But my mother knows and even approves."
"Is Uncle Ted your mother's brother?"
"Yes.  And she is open-minded.  If she walked in on the three of
us in bed she would tell us to go ahead and have fun. " 
 "Has that ever happened?"
"Once. She gets home at around three or so, if we are still all
having sex with each other, it could happen again." 

CHAPTER FOUR

Little Ali was delightful.  He greeted me with a smile like a
neon light.  He threw his arms around me and pulled himself up
enough to wrap his legs around my waist.  It was as though I was
an uncle he hadn't seen in years.  He extended his tongue for
mine to play with and then we kissed.  Rudy was also beaming
broadly.
We were going to have some fun.  We were going to be taking our
clothes off and, after a wild night of sucking any number of full
grown cocks, I was going to learn the pleasure of little boys.  I
couldn't wait to show them how hard I was and how much I wanted
this.
Ali was blonde.  His complexion was as light as Rudy's was dark.
The pictures around the house of an Arabic looking couple pretty
well confirmed that little Ali had a different father.
"Can we see it?" Ali asked when his little feet returned to the
floor and he reached to unzip my fly.
"I want you to see it, sweetheart," I said.  "I want to fuck you
both."
Ali got it out and obviously liked what he saw.  He fondled it
and knelt to kiss it.  
"We haven't had a big prick for a few weeks," Rudy explained,
"and we're both hot."
"You don't have any local talent?" I asked.
"It's a small town," he said.  "Everyone knows everyone.  My
father wouldn't appreciate having it get out that his boys are
gay.  We really depend on the drawing in the rest room." 
  Our clothes were coming off as we moved to the bedroom and I
got my first look in a sexual way at two naked young boys.  It
was the first time I had ever seen erect adolescent cocks and
they were surprisingly formidable. One was a deep brown and the
other was a light pink. Neither was circumcised and their hoods
had retreated to reveal their pink helmets.  Their asses were so
sweet.  In that instant I had become a boy-lover as well as
hopelessly gay.
"Let's play eeny-meeny," Ali said.  And he felt the need to
explain.  "Rudy and I lay face down across the bed with our feet
on the floor and you fuck back and forth.  You fuck me for a
little bit and then switch to Ali and keep going back and forth
until you cum."
"I desperately need to suck your cocks first," I said.  "They're
so beautiful."
They both smiled. "Then we'll play eeny-meeny with cock sucking
first," the irrepressible Ali exclaimed.
They both sat side by side on the bed with their pretty little
cocks sticking straight up in the air. I did eeny-meeny on their
cocks savoring the delights in doing it.  WhiIe I sucked one cock
I played with the other. The boys kissed each other with
unrestrained ardor. I caught a glimpse of the lube tube on the
dresser.  It took all my determination to break off the delicious
sucking to retrieve it.
"You only have to prepare Rudy," Ali said with a smile.  "I got
myself ready as soon as Rudy told me you called."
It was heaven. Each sheath was adorably tight but accessible.
Each ass was prettily shaped.  I did a little for Rudy and then
some for Ali. I went back and forth. I fucked them both nicely. 
They groaned.  They moaned. They kissed each other. They played
with each other's tits. They played with each other's cocks while
I went from one beautiful ass to the other and back.  It went on
for a while.
"This is what we need," Rudy moaned.
"So nice," Ali said.
I was inside Rudy when the two boys came within seconds of each
other with Rudy's cum coating the sheet and the carpet.  I was
inside Ali when I came filling him to the brim with pearls.  It
was the kind of cum-flying, intimate sex that only the male
species can provide. Little Ali turned around and slid back on
the bed and opened his legs to allow his brother to stick his
head down there to savor the cum that was bubbling out.  They had
done this before.
Then it was kisses all around.  They were passionate, meaningful
kisses full of genuine love.  I got the idea that I was as
special for them as they were for me.  I was sure that not all of
the guys who called from the rest area were exactly what they
wanted but I knew I was.
"Let's gay dance," Rudy said, and he went to the console to put
on a record with a driving beat. We went to the living room to
sway with the music and, in our movements, simulate all manner of
sex.  Two naked  little boys and one naked man writhed and
wiggled with their cocks swinging.  It was a scene every bit as
hot as the dance floor at Pinky's and certainly much prettier. 
What could be prettier than two naked young boys with hard little
cocks, one so brown and the other so pink.  Except for my
semi-trimmed pubic bush there was hardly a hair in sight.  
As I danced I thought first of Lyle and made a note to bring him
to meet these boys if he was so inclined.  I thought of Marie and
wondered how I was going to reconcile my new found lifestyle that
I was going to need to maintain.  I even wondered if I was going
to be able to perform for her I was so into male sex at the
moment.  And I thought of my two sons who were approximately the
same ages as the two little satyrs I was dancing with.
For the first time I thought of them in a sexual way.  I wanted
to see them naked and dancing, too.  God help me, I wanted to
play eeny-meeny with them.  I wanted  to suck their cocks.  I
wanted them to suck mine.  I wanted them to be as happy these two
obviously were.  
Rudy snaked in to take my cock in his hands place his on top of
mine and hold them together.  It felt so nice.  He rubbed them
together.  Ali slid in behind me to slide his cock between my
legs and under my balls.  We were close together as we continued
to dance and kiss. There were gestures.   Ali cupped his fist and
simulated masturbation in time with the music.  Rudy brought his
fist to his mouth and probed his cheek with his tongue so that it
protruded obscenely.  Ali bent over and spread the cheeks of his
ass to let us appreciate the dilation from his earlier
penetration.  Hands played with asses.   We were all getting hard
again.
When their mother got home we didn't hear her.  She walked in on
us.  I was on all fours on the bed with Rudy's cock in my ass and
Ali's pretty cock in my mouth.  If you liked sex the scene could
be considered artistically beautiful.  It was certainly one of
great pleasure for us.   No one was being hurt.  Everyone was
doing what he wanted to do.  It was very gay.  It was lots of
fun.  And we were well on our way toward some mind-blowing
orgasms. 
Their mother slid into one of the chairs to watch.
 "A nice  one," she said.  "I like him much better than the last
one.  I hope he lives in town."

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CHAPTER FIVE
I got home just before midnight on Frid	ay and went straight to
bed without waking up Marie.  I was just a little panicked that
if she wanted a little attention I might not be able to perform.
For one thing I was sexually sated.  For another I was, at least
for the moment, all wrapped up in homosexuality. 
 After calling on my distributor in Grand Junction I found a
Victoria's Secrets and purchased a variety of flimsy panties,
some stockings and a couple of bras to get me started. I even
bought panties for Rudy and Ali. Then I returned to Delta and
spent another afternoon with my two little love boys.  On
Thursday I got back to Aspen, called Lyle, and spent another
night at Pinky's. But this time both Lyle and I dressed.  He
helped me with my make-up and when our outer clothing came off
that night we were both in lingerie.  It was a new me.  I had
become the sissy faggot I wanted to be.  Business-wise it could
have been a wasted week but my products sold in spite of me.  
The family let me sleep late on Saturday and when I finally did
wake up, Stevie, my oldest was sitting on my bed with a concerned
look on his face. 
 "Dad," he said, we need to talk."
"Is something wrong?"
"I have something to tell you before Mom gets back and I don't
know how to go about it.  But it's something you are going to
have to do something about."
"What is it?  What's wrong."
"Well it's about Johnny Long."
"The college kid that works with your mother?  What about him." 

"Well the other night I had trouble getting to sleep and got up
and went to the window to look at the moon.  I saw someone
cutting through our yard to the back door and it was Johnny.  I
went to the bedroom door and listened.  I could hear him on the
stairs and I knew he went into your bedroom with Mom.  I snuck
out into the hall and listened at your door. They were going at
it hot and heavy.  The bed was creaking.  They were having sex."
Beneath the blankets I got very hard.  I was only wearing a pair
of little white panties that were being severely taxed.  Good for
her I thought.  And good for me!  I was now a member in good
standing of Jimmy Soules Cuckold Club.
"Are you sure about all of this, Stevie?"
"Positive."  He took a seat at the foot of my bed.  Stevie was
really a good-looking blonde and blue-eyed kid with the innocent
prettiness of early youth.  If he was not particularly big for
his age he was, nonetheless, very athletic.  
"And what do you think about all of this?"  I asked.
"I think there is no excuse for it. I know Mom must get lonely at
times with you traveling but you are a good father and husband
and she has no right to betray you like this."
"Stevie, there is an important lesson in all of this."
"There is?"
"You are old enough to appreciate that sex is important to most
people and that their needs can vary.  There is great pleasure in
it.  For some the temptations are close to overwhelming. And,
you're right, your mother is alone too much of the time so you
can't blame her."
Stevie gasped.  "You almost sound like you approve of what mother
is doing." 
"Other than masturbation, which I am sure you do because we all
do, have you had any other sexual experiences?"
"You mean with a girl?  No!"
"How about another boy?"
"You're acting funny about all of this, Dad.  I'm not queer if
that's what you're asking."
"If you were queer how do you think I would feel about it?"
"I don't know.  I guess you would still love me.  But I'm pretty
sure you wouldn't be happy about it."
"That's where you're wrong, Stevie.  I would be very happy about
it."
He had a fit of coughing.  "What are you trying to say?"
"That where sex is concerned it's all good.  All of it!   Your
mother is having a good time fucking the college kid and I am
happy for her and I intend to tell her that.  Sex, for some, is
more than just nature's enticement to reproduce.  It is a way of
having great fun.  It is a form of recreation.  Your mother may
have some strong feelings for Johnny but she's not really in love
with him in the way she loves us.  She's just having fun. 
Johnny, to her right now, is a good fuck."
	I thought Stevie was going to faint. "You're not jealous?"
	"I'm jealous as hell.  The idea of another guy sticking his cock
in her and making her scream with pleasure is pure agony to me. 
But it's also very exciting."
"I can't believe you are saying these things.  Should you and I
be talking like this?  Isn't this a little over the line?"
Stevie's crotch had tented and he turned slightly to try to
conceal it.
"Stevie, if we were having this conversation last Saturday it
might have been different but I've had things happen to me this
week that have changed my thinking about everything.  If I could
I would want to help you see these things differently, too."   
"How?"
"I want you to look at some porn.  I am going to take the blocks
off your computer.  I will help you find some sites that might
interest you and then you can tell me what you think.  I want you
to develop a love for sex."
"Wow, Dad, you've gotten sexy all of a sudden. I can't believe
what I am hearing.  If you hadn't just woke up I would think you
were drunk.  What happened to you this week?  You must have found
a girl-friend on the road and that's why you're not upset about
Mom.  You're all even."
"Can you keep a secret?"
"I'll try."
"No, you have to do better than that."
"OK, I promise."
"I didn't find another girl to play with." 
"What then?"
"I've gotten into guys.  I'm into guys big time.  And Stevie it's
wonderful.  I went to a gay club in Aspen that was different than
anything you can believe.    There were naked guys doing
everything with other naked guys right out in the open.  You'd
never believe the things that went on.  I've become totally
hooked on gay sex."
"You're telling me that you have turned gay?  Is that what you're
telling me?"
"Yes."
 He sat in silence for several minutes just staring at me.  "Does
that really happen?"  Stevie had begun to squirm. "Is that really
allowed?  Can guys really get naked and have sex in the open like
that?"
"I didn't think it was possible myself until I saw it."
"Did you ............? Did you........?" 
"Yes."
"All of it?  I mean did you have guys............?"
"Yes."
"You know what I'm talking about?"
"Yes, Stevie.  I got fucked and I loved it."
"Wow!  I can't believe what I'm hearing?"
"Stevie, it's wonderful."  And after a pause I added, "I want you
to pay attention to the gay sites on your computer, Stevie.  I
want you to do some serious thinking about homosexual sex.  It's
natural no matter what anyone tries to tell you and very
exciting.  If I wasn't so thrilled with it I wouldn't be trying
to influence you that way.  And the best thing about it you don't
have to worry about getting some girl pregnant.  And the sex is
more thrilling with guys than it is with girls, believe me."
"Are you telling me..........Are you trying to say that you want
me............."
"I'm trying to say that you don't have to be completely gay to
enjoy gay sex.  If I could wave a wand over you and turn you into
the perfect son I would want you to be bisexual at the very
least.  And that if you were forced to choose between just girls
or just boys you would choose boys."
"Dad, I can't believe what I'm hearing.  You really must have had
a good time this week."  
"I just got an idea." I slid out of bed in my new and very sexy
panties.  They were white lace see-through panties and Stevie's
focus was obvious. He could clearly see my cock. I reached for my
phone and stepped out into the hall.
"Private call," I said to Stevie whose full attention was drawn
to my underthings both front and back.  His face was flushed.
I dialed my Rudy and in a few seconds the voice that I had grown
to love came on the line.
"Rudy,  sweetheart.  I'm with my son, Stevie.  Are you busy?"
"Oh, Stephen, we miss you so much.  I wish you were here!"
  "I am trying to seduce my son, Rudy," I whispered, "and I know
you and Ali can do it for me.  I want you to talk to him on the
phone. I want you to tell him about you and Ali and the sexy
things you do. I want you to tell him what gay sex is like.  Why
don't you start by telling how we got together?"  
"You want me to tell him everything we did?"
"Everything.  Tell him about Uncle Ted.  Tell him how much fun
you have.  Tell him how gay you guys are.  Make him cum."
"Does he have a computer?"
 "Yes."
  "Does he have a cam?"
  "Yes."
   "We could go online and, after we get him warmed up, show him
a few things."
"Wow that's even better."
"Is he sexy?"
"Yes."
"Let's start with him alone in his room and after we get him in
the mood we will tell him to go get you to join him." 
"That's perfect, sweetheart.  I miss you both." 	
CHAPTER SIX

Marie came home from shopping with Jimmy before I received the
summons I had been waiting for. I could hear Stevie in the shower
a few minutes later. Up to then it had been deathly quiet in
their room for nearly a half an hour.  At one point I snuck down
the hall to try the door but it was locked.  I put my ear to the
door but only heard unintelligible near whispers.
I went to help Marie with the groceries.
When everything was put away Marie and were alone in the
kitchen.
"Honey," I said, do you remember Jimmy Soules from the convention
in El Paso?"
"I remember him playing footsie with me under the table.  I told
you about that."
"Well he just formed an internet club I decided to join."
"What kind of club?"
"It's a club for cuckolds.  It's for guys whose wives fuck around
with other men.  Even though there is some jealousy involved they
like it and find it altogether thrilling.  It's exciting for
them.  They tell each other every detail of their wives'
encounters just as their wives' told them.  They send out sexy
pictures of their wives, ideally having sex with their lovers if
they can arrange it.  The members jerk off over the stories and
pictures.  And we dress.  Being sissies is part of it.  And we
get together with other guys for sex." "
Marie just stared at me for the longest time.  "Have you gone
nuts? You've gone completely crazy!  What are you trying to
say?"
"I would like us to go to our room and I would like to jerk off
while you tell me every detail about you and Johnny.  I would
like to watch next time if you'll let me even if I have to hide
in a closet or plant cams in our room.  I'm trying to tell you
that I find it very exciting to be married to a very naughty
girl."
Her mouth was wide open.  "You think I've been having sex with
Johnny Long.  Whatever gave you a crazy idea like that?  I've
never known you to be suspicious about me before.  What's gotten
into you?"
"Why bother to deny it when I am telling you that I approve?"
"You're jumping to some very disturbing conclusions."
"Honey, if I had to choose between a faithful wife with a mild
interest in sex or a really hot babe who needed some action on
the side, which do you think I'd choose?" 
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"That I want you to fuck other guys.  I love having a hot wife. 
Do you remember your fantasy about fucking a black guy?  I want
you to do it, if you haven't already."
"I told you it was a fantasy strictly for masturbation.  I told
you that I would never do it for real.  I would not do that to
you."
"Suppose I helped you find a black guy with a big dick wouldn't
you want to do it for me?"
"For you?"
"For me and you.  I want you naked and fucking all kinds of guys,
and girls, too."
Stevie had arrived in the kitchen with his hair still wet from
the shower and we were momentarily at a loss for words.  Stevie
could not but notice the awkward gap in the conversation. 
 "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Everything is fine," I said.  "I was just telling your mother
how much I love her and how much she excites me even after
fourteen years of marriage. And how about you?  Did you find what
you were looking for on the computer?"
"Yes," he said.
"Was it good news?"
He thought for a second of how to put it.  "It was very good
news.  I liked it a lot."  He looked at his mother for a second.
"I want to try it."
"What's this all about?" she asked.
"Stevie is thinking about taking up golf," I said.  "He's been
looking at instructional tapes." I smiled and winked at Stephen
and made him blush. A black guy for Mommy and a gay young son for
a gay Dad, I thought.  Life was getting more special. 
"I need to get some things at the store, Stevie, do you want to
ride with me while we talk about it?"
"Why don't you take Jimmy with you, Steve.  He hasn't seen you
all week.  He's just next door visiting Freddie." After our
hurried conversation she was feeling suspicious.  She was
seriously considering the possibility that her newly sexed
husband intended to include the kids in his plans.  Why the
sudden interest in golf? 
"Jimmy's probably playing Nintendo," I said.  "Why interrupt him
for a five minute ride to the drugstore?  I'll see him later."
  Stevie and I needed to have a private talk.  I needed to get
his reaction to my two little lovers in Delta. Stevie was flushed
and silent as we drove the few blocks to Holiday Park, an
infamous cruising site and found a place to park backed up to the
trees and well-away from two other cars that were facing us that
were also well separated.  Stevie was visibly both excited and
understandably nervous. 
"Stevie, you know I love you and I wouldn't do anything to hurt
you.  You know that."
"I know that.  I love you, too."
"Unconditionally?"
"Of course!"
"I wanted you to see two very happy young boys, happy in their
sexuality.  Did they tell you I had sex with them?"
"Yes."
"Are you upset at all about it?"  
"No."
"Do you want to be like them?"
"You mean gay?"
"Yes." I said.
"Yes."
"You really want to be gay?"
"I really want to try the sex and see if I like it.  It looks
like so much fun."
"Do you want to try it with me?"
He looked at me head-on.  "Yes.  They told me that they liked
getting fucked and that grown men did it best because their cocks
were bigger and able to find the right places."
"Did they show you things?  Did they suck cock for you?"
"And they fucked, too.  They told me they played eeny-meeny with
you."  
"Come here, sweetheart," I said.  He slid across the seat as
close as the console would allow and I took him in my arms and
brought my lips down on his.  He let out a little moan.  It was
more thrill than he expected. His tongue willingly accepted mine
and there were more thrills.   My hand cupped his balls and I
gently kneaded them. He moaned.  He was unspeakably hard.  I
unzipped his fly and brought it out in all its glory.  I held it.
 I stroked it. I went down.  
"Oh, God!" He moaned.  "Oh, God, it's wonderful!"
I had become such an expert in less than a week mostly because of
how much I loved doing it.  I made love to that beautiful cock. 
I took my mouth away for an instant.  "I know it's a
distraction," I said.  "But keep an eye out so that no one walks
up on us.  I will be very busy down here."
    "Oh, Dad, I just love this.  Please don't stop.  It's so
good.  It's even better than I expected.  I want to suck your
cock, too. 
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CHAPTER SEVEN

My son's blonde head was in my lap and the sweet taste of his cum
was in my mouth.  His blonde head was emulating the technique I
had used on him.  It was not the desperate, fast bobbing of
someone overly anxious to produce an orgasm.  Rather it was the
loving, tongue-swirling calmness of one who wanted to prolong the
pleasure and was willing to take all day because he loved what he
was doing.  Stevie was a natural.    
The park was a notorious cruising ground.  There were two cars on
the opposite side of the parking lot and well apart.  Each had a
solitary male sitting slumped.  One was in the driver's seat and
one was in the passenger seat.  It was obvious that they were
being treated in the same fashion. It was a guy thing.  It was a
gay thing although most of them wouldn't admit it.  You never
find women cruising.  Sex for women was more responsible or
romantic.  But guys will casually hook up with other guys to get
their rocks off when they needed it.  You had to kiss or get
fucked to admit that you were gay.
Across the way in one of the cars a second head came into sight.
They came together in what was undoubtedly a cum-filled kiss. 
Snowballing I told Stevie when I did the same with him a short
while before.
"I'm going to cum, honeybunch," I said.  "Remember to save it for
the kiss.  Oh. God, you're wonderful!  You're really good at
this!  You're making me cuuuuuum!  You're making me cuuuum!  Yes,
yes, you're makomg me cuuuuuuum!"
Stevie rose to kiss me.  Some of the cum was hanging from his
lips.   My tongue searched his mouth for the pearls and our
tongues played.
"This is great, Dad! I love the cum.  I love swimming in cum!  I
love sucking cock!  I'm so glad we did this."
I fired the engine.  A guard's car had entered the parking lot. 
The guard was probably sophi	sticated  enough to know what was
going on around him and probably willing to ignore it but I had
an under-age boy with me with cum on his cheeks.  
"Wow, that was close," Stevie said, wiping his mouth and looking
in the rear view mirror.  "Did I get it all?"
"I think so, sweetie.  We'll check when we get to the drug
store."
"That was nice!  I liked it!"
We smiled at each other.  "So my sweet boy is at least a little
bit gay?"  
"Maybe a lot gay," he laughed. "I'm really into this.  But what
about Jimmy?  What are we going to do about him?"
"Do you want to have sex with him?" I asked.
"Right now I want to have sex with everyone.  You see that kid at
the corner there?  I have the urge to jump out of the car and go
over and ask him if I could suck his cock."
"When you are new at it it's so exciting, isn't it?  I've been
wound up like this for a week."
"But what about Jimmy?  Do you think he's ready for this?  He's
only eleven."
"Shall we arrange to have my two sex angels in Delta set up some
sort of a game in which you guys strip and see how he reacts?"
"Like strip poker?"
"But not poker.  You need something simpler and quicker.  Maybe
you should just draw cards and low man has to take off something.
 We will need our own deck for the two of you.  I'll call Rudy."
"Let me talk to him too.  I want to tell him how much I love
sucking cock."
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CHAPTER EIGHT

It was almost too easy. Steve gave me all the details later. 
There was no point in which Jimmy hesitated at all.  Stevie
introduced Rudy and Ali as his cam buddies and Rudy brought up
the idea of the strip game.  From the outset Jimmy kept drawing
more than his share of low cards, almost as though it was rigged.
 He was down to his tighty-whities before Rudy and Stevie had
taken off their shirts.  The tent in Jimmy's briefs produced the
same result in everyone else's.
 The mood was changing and the breathing was getting heavier.  
Jimmy had the same sexual precociousness as Ali.  He was all
smiles and giggles and good sport but the sexual undertones had
become palpable.  Even though Jimmy was supposed to be the
innocent in the group he seemed to sense where the game was
headed and was more than willing to go along with it.  
When he finally drew a fateful three of hearts he made much of
the manner in which he slid his briefs down over his legs.  There
was no more giggling.   There was a lot of tension. His little
cock stood straight out like a nail.  The mood had changed.
Without saying anything the boys in Delta began to take off their
remaining clothing and, when they were naked, embraced while
holding each other's cocks. Stevie and Jimmy followed suit. 
Jimmy came into his arms willingly.  It was as though he had
already decided he wanted to engage in boy sex.  He had acted
that way from the beginning.  The best guess was that he had
enough sexiness about him to be able to sense what the boys in
Delta were all about.
Stevie went to his knees without a word and Jimmy threw his head
back and moaned.  It went on.  They emulated everything Rudy and
Ali did including the ultimate fucks.  They took turns fucking
each other.  They went back to sucking cock.  They had huge
orgasms and Rudy and Stevie peppered their respective beds with
lots of cum.  By the time they signed off blowing kisses,
everyone was deliriously happy.
It was the tube of lubrication that had tipped Jimmy.  He had
seen it on the end table and wondered and when he saw the two
boys in Delta he knew they were sexy.  As soon as the idea of
stripping came up he was sure of it.  He had seen pictures of
guys having sex with other guys at Tommy Broyles' house in
magazines that belonged to Tommy's father.  He was intrigued
about it.  The idea of having a cock in his ass made him
curious.
"Did you like it?"  Stevie asked him.
"Yeah!"
"Do you want to do these things again?"
"Yeah! I like it!  Do you?"
"Yes! I'm pretty sure I'm gay."
"Really?  I know I am."
"You're pretty young to know that for sure."
 "I know I like boys that way." Jimmy said.
"How about men?"
"That would be so super.  Tommy Broyles met a man at the mall and
went to a motel with him.  They did everything.  Tommy's been
fucked by a grown man with a big cock."
"So you know about this stuff?"
"I know all about it.  Couldn't you tell?"
"Would you do it with Dad if you got the chance?"
"Dad?  Dad would never do this stuff.  He's married."
"Would you like to if he would?"
"Of course.  That would be so neat, wouldn't it?  We wouldn't
have to hang around the Mall."
"Have you been hanging around the mall?" 
"Tommy and I have been hoping to meet someone like the other guy.
 When we would see guys we liked go into the rest room we would
follow and make sure they got sneak peeks at our cocks."
"And you never connected.?"
"Not yet.  The guys are too scared. But we get a lot of smiles. 
It's fun just to let them see our cocks."
  Marie had been watching television in the living room with one
eye on the clock.  She had promised me that Johnny Long would
come over at nine and go to bed with her. I told her to use the
word fuck as in "Johnny is coming over to fuck me."  I liked that
better. And I told her that I wanted her to tell me how much she
liked it.
When Johnny did arrive I shook his hand and told him that he was
welcome anytime and that, like any cuckold, I was excited by
having him fuck my wife.  I even asked him if I could watch.  The
two lovers looked at each for an answer and that's when Stevie
suddenly came into the room looking for me. I told him that I
would be in as soon as I got through greeting Johnny.  I would
much rather be with the boys so, in a way, I was hoping that the
two lovers wouldn't want me around. 
Johnny and Marie were both nervous.  
"Some day when you get married you will understand how exciting
it is to have your wife fuck other men," I told Johnny.  "You
probably can't relate to it now."
"Do you want Stephen to be with us, Johnny?"  Marie asked.
"You mean a threesome?"
"Not exactly a threesome he just wants to watch us and do his
thing if you know what I mean.  I kind of like the idea myself. 
I want him to see how good you are and how big you are and how
much I love your cock more than his."
I was getting hard and if it wasn't for the boys this whole thing
would have appealed to me."
"I kind of like the idea of a threesome even more," Johnny said.
"Have you ever taken it up the ass, Marie?  We could double fuck
you.  It's supposed to be really great."
Now the kid had me going.  He was ruggedly good-looking and I
wouldn't mind seeing how far he would go with the gay stuff.
Marie's face was intensely flushed.  She was sexier than I ever
thought.   "Okay!  We could do that if you want.  I'd like to try
it!"
"Let me make sure the kids are in bed," I said. 
The boys were disappointed for sure that I was going to delay our
plans until the following day.  Instead of kissing them good
night I knelt to give them each a little suck.  
"Mmmmmmmmm!  So sweet!" I said. "I promise to make it up to you
tomorrow."   
"If we were real quiet do you think we could watch?"  Jimmy
asked.
I thought about it.  If they got caught it might take us to the
next level.   If I succeeded in turning Marie into the slut I
hoped with other men visiting while I was away it was a sure bet
they would at least be seeing as much as they could see or at
least listening at the door, or even better than that becoming
involved.  
"I will leave the door ajar.  Just a little!  But you have to be
quiet as mice."
By the time I got back to the bedroom Marie and her Johnny were
embraced and down to their underwear.  Johnny was wearing
hum-drum boxers of all things but a long, very slender cock was
sticking out.  What his cock lacked in girth it more than made up
for in length.  It had to be at least ten inches long and,
because of its length, had a downward sag.  One of Marie's hands
had found it and was fondling it lovingly.
I left the door ajar which no one noticed and began to undress. 
I was wearing white mesh panties that seemed to interest Johnny
more than Marie.
"That's nice," he said, and I wasn't sure if he meant the panties
or the cock that was visibly nestled inside.  Either way it was
an important signal.
"You know that a threesome of two men and one girl is going to be
a little gay, don't you honey?" I said.  "Is that going to upset
you?" 
"Do you mind that, Johnny?" She asked.
"I don't mind at all," Johnny said.  He came into my arms and we
kissed each other for quite a while.  Then he returned his
attention to Marie while I lowered his shorts and he stepped out
of them.
I played with his cock while they embraced and finally got down
on my knees to kiss it.  I heard Marie suck in her breath.  She
was seeing a side of me she was just learning existed. My mouth
took in Johnny's cock and he gasped.  I made love to it expertly.
I slid around to lick his ass and Marie broke the kiss to stare
at me in disbelief. 
"You really have turned completely queer, haven't you?"
"Yes!" I said, and let it go at that.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Johnny said.  "Being a little gay is
what helps him enjoy the idea of you fucking other men.  From now
on you are both going to be very happy."
The passion got to her.  She kissed Johnny like she was trying to
kill him while I slid around to lick her clit very delicately. 
She liked it.  
"This is really hot!" she said.  "This is so hot!  Two guys!  So
hot!"  I had finally taken my panties off and she had us both by
our cocks.
I broke away to get the lube and they both got on the bed in a
sixty-nine.  Marie was sucking Johnny's cock while he ate her
pussy.  I got behind her with the lube and began to insert a
succession of fingers.  They were both groaning.
 She removed her mouth long enough to say "Hot!" again before
returning to sucking.
Marie was ready.  We had Johnny lay on his back with his long
thin cock at full mast.  My Marie straddled it and guided
Johnny's cock to her front entrance and slid down on it.  Then
she flattened out leaving her adorable ass for me.  I expected
some virginal discomfort but there was none. I burrowed in
without any resistance.  My little sweetheart had prior
experience and recently but it wasn't with Johnny or he wouldn't
have asked.
So my sweet darling was a practiced slut already.
The surprise was how distinctly I felt Johnny's cock pressed
against mine. When we started to fuck gently the friction from
Johnny's cock drove me wild.  This was frottage at its very best.
 Our cocks were sheathed and joined at the very same time.  
"This is wonderful!" Marie moaned.  
"I second that," Johnny groaned.  "It's the best of both
worlds."
We fucked sweetly.  We never felt rushed.  We luxuriated in the
pleasure for as long as it could last.  We didn't get urgent
until the very end and if we didn't all cum at the same time it
was very close.  While Johnny and I grunted and moaned Marie
couldn't restrain herself.  Her screams were enough to bring the
kids running if they already weren't aware of what was going on.
"This is it!" moaned Marie.  "This is so great!  Oh, God I want
this so muuuuuuch!"
  I slid out of my slut of a wife and she rolled over on her back
with that happy look and with streams of cum bubbling from both
holes.  She was out of it.  She couldn't speak.  She was so glad
we had done this for her.
Johnny and I wound up on our sides, face to face with our arms
wrapped around each other.  "Did you feel what I felt?" he asked
me.
"I felt your wonderful cock.  And I loved it."
"I was surprised by that.  I didn't expect it. I don't know what
I was thinking but I didn't expect to feel you like that."
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Man, it was great.  I want to do some more things with you."
"As soon as you are up to it I would love it if you would fuck
me." I said.
"Really!  You do that, too? I'm up to it already.  I think I'm
falling in love!" 
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CHAPTER NINE

  I woke up on Sunday morning to find the three of us lying naked
and uncovered.  Marie was face down in the middle.  Johnny was
lying on his side facing us.  They were both still sleeping. Both
Johnny and I had morning wood. I needed to hit the john and
unlocked the door to quietly slip down the hall. When I got back
the door was wide open and my two little sons were at the foot of
the bed staring open-mouthed at the sight before them.  They also
had a very appealing view of Johnny's very long cock which they
seemed to appreciate.  Their little white briefs were
outrageously tented.
I put a finger to my lips and waved them back out into the hall.

"Did you like the show last night?" I whispered.
"Yeah!" they chorused. Their eyes were focused on my regenerated
cock.
Again I had to remind them to be quieter.
"Did you have sex with each other?"
"Yeah!" they whispered.
"Did you fuck?"
"Yeah!"
 "I've been thinking about how we should go about this and I've
decided to take a big gamble.  I've decided that maybe we ought
to move things along.  I'm sure Johnny's not the type to yell
cops so maybe we ought to go for some fun with you kids.  What do
you think about that?"
"Yeah!" Again they both yelled a little too loud.
 "We could play a little game that will be a lot of fun.  Suppose
the two of you wake up our sleeping beauties like you just
happened to walk in on them and find them naked in bed together.
You would want to ask them two things.  What's going on? And
where's Dad? Then let them stumble around trying to explain how
they are in bed together with no clothes on.  Then I will arrive
as though I am coming back from the bathroom and suggest that,
since the cat's out of the bag, we let you kids join in on the
fun.  
"Let's do it!" Jimmy said.  "This will be a lot of fun and I'm
really in the mood."
"Do you think Mom will let us fuck her?"  Stevie asked.
"I think we will be able to talk her into it.  She is even sexier
than I ever knew."
"Should we be naked?"  Stevie asked.
"I think it would be more believable if you were in your briefs.
I will ask you to take them off at some point." 
The boys went in while I stood outside with the door cracked so I
could watch.  Stevie crawled up on the bed to shake his mother
awake.  Marie looked up completely startled and tried without
success to free the sheet she and Johnny had pinned down.  Johnny
woke up and tried the same thing but Stevie was kneeling on the
sheet, too, so there was no way to conceal their nakedness. 
Marie remained lying face down with her adorable tush in full
view.  She closed her legs tightly to deny the rest of what there
was to see.
"What's going on?" Stevie asked.  "Where's Dad?  You and Johnny
have been.............having sex, haven't you?""
Marie didn't know what to say.  
"We.........we.......that is we............!"
"You and Johnny were having fun!"  Jimmy said.  "Where's Dad?"
"Fun? What do you mean by fun?"  Johnny had rolled over on his
stomach, too, but both of their rear ends were easily as sexy
looking as the opposite sides.
"You and Johnny were fucking, weren't you?" Stevie asked. 
"Where's Dad?  Does he know about this?"
     
That's when I came through the door still naked.  "Oh, my god," I
said. "I couldn't lock the door without waking you up to get back
in.  I thought the kids were still sleeping." 
"Are you guys having sex together with Johnny?" Stevie asked.  He
had sat down on the bed to make sure that the covering sheet was
not obtainable.  And Johnny and Marie remained on their
stomachs.
"I guess you are big enough to know the score," I said.  "And I
don't see how we can deny the obvious.  Yes, Stevie we were
having sex with Johnny.  It's adult stuff.  We were just having
some adult fun."
"You shouldn't be telling them that stuff," Marie said.
"Well if we are all naked together it's pretty obvious, isn't it?
 Besides I think they are old enough to be learning about the
facts of life.  Why don't you two turn over and sit up so we
don't have to be talking to the backs of your heads."
Marie gasped but Johnny intervened.  "He's right, Honey.  What's
the difference if they see our private parts. They're already
looking at their father's."
He rolled over and sat up with his ten inch erection in full
bore.  Both boys gasped at the sight of it.
"Did you have man sex with Johnny, Dad?" Jimmy asked.
Marie gasped again.
"You know about that kind of stuff, Jimmy?  Yes, we had man
sex."
"Does that make you gay?"
"I suppose it does, in a way, but I like girls, too."
"Jimmy and I are having sex together, too," Stevie said.  "I
think I am probably gay, too."
"My, God," Marie shrieked.  "I can't believe my ears."
"I hate to tear myself away from this conversation, but I need to
make a quick trip to the John," Johnny said.  He got up and with
his wobbling cock leading the way headed out into the hall.  His
progress was followed intently by teen-aged eyes.
"Did Johnny fuck you with that big cock, Dad?"  Stevie asked.
"Now that's enough of that kind of talk," Marie shrieked.  "This
has got to stop right now."  She finally gave up on talking over
her shoulder and rolled over to sit up.  Her pussy instantly
became the center of attention.  The briefs of both of our boys
were even more tented if that was possible.
"Johnny fucked me," I said calmly.  "He's got a big cock and I
loved it."
"Stephen, you've got to stop this right now.  These are our
children."
  "Boys, if we are going to continue this conversation I want you
both to be as naked as we are. Why don't you take off your
briefs."
I thought Marie would faint.  Both boys lowered their briefs
without hesitation to reveal two pretty young boy pricks standing
at full attention.  Even Marie was impressed.  She hadn't seen
their cocks since they were seven and she was pleasantly
surprised. Stevie was still sitting beside her while Jimmy stood
facing her at the foot of the bed.
"Kisses are in order," I said.  
Jimmy came to me and I bent down to plant my lips on his.  Stevie
turned to face his mother and wrap his arms around her and bring
his tongue in search of hers.  His left hand found her pussy and
covered it with some gentle pressure.
"Wow!" I heard the returning Johnny say from behind me.  "This
party is getting hot!"
  	Jimmy broke off his kiss to say to Johnny, "I'll suck your
cock if you want!  I know how to do it."
	"Suppose I fuck you while you suck Johnny, how does that sound?"
I said.
	"Your prick is a lot bigger than Stevie's, Dad," he said. 
"You're going to have to be careful!"
	"But you want it, don't you?"
	"I really do. I like getting fucked." 
	It was all too much for my slut wife to resist.  She completely
surrendered.  She spread her legs for her older son.  Her trimmed
blonde pussy was well lubricated.  She wanted him to fuck her and
he never hesitated.  He placed his substantial cock at the
entrance to paradise and slid all the way in. While connected
they managed to side-saddle their way to one side of the bed to
allow the three of us to join them.  Johnny lay on his back with
his legs spread and Jimmy got between his legs and bent over to
encompass that long thin prick.  I had to go to the boys' room to
get the lube.  When I got back they were really going at it. 
Stevie and his mom were fucking gloriously and little Jimmy's
head was bobbing.  
	Jimmy took his mouth off to play with Johnny's cock while my
inserting fingers evoked some pleasant little bleats.  He enjoyed
being penetrated as much as his Dad.
	"I think we should move to the chair and have Jimmy sit on my
lap," I said to Johnny.  "And then you could stand by the chair
while Jimmy and I take turns blowing you."
	"Oh, God!" Marie screamed, "This is so hot!   I
can't stand it, it's so hot!"  Her son's cock was filling
her and she was bouncing him around like a canoe in a
hurricane.  She was more impassioned than I 
had ever seen her before.  This was all going to work
out.  We had become a loving family that fucked.

 We pulled down the shades and stayed naked all day that Sunday.
I was glad to see both boys double-fuck their Mother at one point
because it would be much better for them in the long run to be
able to play both sides of the street.  

It was all so pleasant.  It was all so sweet.  We played monopoly
in the nude and then fucked.  We watched a movie in the nude and
fucked.  Marie managed to keep her goodies out of reach long
enough to cook dinner and we ate in the nude.  We crawled into
bed around nine still naked and I slept with the boys while
Johnny slept with my wife.


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           CHAPTER TEN
	
		It was time for my two week trip through New Mexico and I came
close to cancelling.  But it was time to get down to business.
For the first four days I stuck with the program and whether it
was because of the new, relaxed me or not the orders jumped way
up.  It was as though God was blessing my life-style choices with
prosperity.  Even with keeping my eye on sales the secondary
adventure of trying to seek out other men was a lot of fun.
		
		On the way to Sicorro I picked up a Mexican hitchhiker headed
home and gave it a try.  He had a cross around his neck so I was
pretty sure it was a waste of time.  But I unfurled the usual
personal questions that could signal interest and struck
completely out.  I took him as far as Sicorro where I had
business and bid him good-bye.  

I spent my nights in towns like Truth or Consequences which were
devoid of gay bars or lounges.  I spent one sexy night in a chat
room with the Cuckold Club and went on cam dressed in bra and
panties. I got an awful lot of attention but none of guys were
close by.
		
There were two gay bars in Las Cruces, however, and, after a full
day of work, I had showered and was preparing to go cruising when
my phone rang.  It was Marie.
		"Are you available or are you busy?" she asked.
		"I was just about to head out and look for some action but I
have some time."
		"Well you won't believe it but I met a black guy today."
		"Really?"
		"He's here with me now and we are both naked. His name is
Marvin.  And he is so beautiful.  He has a ten inch cock that is
really thick."
		"Wow!  I'm so glad you called.  This is exciting!'
		"Have you got your laptop in the room."
		"Yes."
		"Go to skype and we'll let you watch."
		"Wow, honey!  You are so thoughtful.  Can you wait until I get
set up."
		"The cams on and we'll do a little oral while you get set up."
		 I undressed quickly and in a few minutes I had them on
on-line. I sat on the bed and placed the laptop between my legs.
Marvin was really something to see.  He was thirtyish, very
athletic and, at the very least, a good ten inches of mahogany
cock was no exaggeration. And he was black.  You couldn't be
blacker.  His cock was an ebony club; thick, blunt, and flared. 
My mouth was watering.  Marvin was lying flat on his back and
Marie had as much of his big black prick in her mouth as she
could manage. Her cheeks were outrageously puffed. Marvin had the
phone.
 		"Can you see us, Stephen," he asked.  His voice was a deep,
deep baritone.  
		"Yes."
		"Do you like what you see?"
  	"Yes."  I began to play with my cock.
	"Aren't you proud of the way Marie can suck cock?"
	"She looks so pretty with your beautiful big cock in her
mouth."	
"You like cock," he said.
"Yes."
		"You have the audio on the cam, don't you?
		"Yes."
		"Then I will hang up the phone."
		They scrambled around on the bed so that Marie was seated with
her back against the headboard with her slender legs spread. 
Marvin went down.  The contrast of his big black body and her
petite and white was so sexually appealing.  As Marvin used the
tip of his tongue to tickle her clit I studied his ass.  It was
bull male and powerful. They were so great together.
		They scrambled around again so that they were in a sixty-nine.
Marie was on top with Marvin's cock back in her mouth.  I had to
leave my cock alone for a little bit in order not to cum too
soon.    Oddly enough I felt no jealousy whatever even though,
with his big black cock, Marvin was exciting Marie in  ways I
never could. If there were any pangs of jealousy at all it was
when they were lip to lip as opposed to their rapt attention to
each other's pelvic regions.  They slobbered like they were
deeply in love. I also knew that Marvin, if he was so disposed,
could excite me in a way that Marie never could either. 
		They moved around again and this time it was Marvin who was
seated so that Marie could sit on his cock and control the
enormous entry. But that kind of precaution was really
unnecessary.  I knew that my slut wife would take it like a
champ.  Not that she was able to take it in one fell swoop but
she took it inch after precious inch with no noticeable
difficulty and with adoring exclamations.
		The number was five Marie had told me.  She finally admitted
that she had five boyfriends during our fourteen years of
marriage but I was sure that none of the five, or me either, had
the length and girth of Marvin.  She was loving it!
		I resumed playing with myself.  I was edged.  I was building to
a super climax
		At last they began to fuck.  She was sliding up and down that
pole.  She was screaming at the top of her lungs.  I heard Marvin
say that he could tell how much she loved it but she needed to be
careful not to wake the kids. Unbeknownst to Marvin I knew that
the kids were watching on their computers, too.
I heard her moan, "I never knew it could be like this!  This is
the best fuck I've ever had.  This is the best fuck I've ever
had.  This a super fuck and I am going to cum!"  
I wondered what my kids thought about that.
Marvin held her off by changing positions.  Now Marie was on her
back with her slim legs flayed and the burly Marvin was on top of
her humping powerfully.  In and out, up and down, black on white.
 What a scene.
I wondered what my kids thought about that, too.
Marie needed this!  She had dreamed of being fucked by an overly
endowed black man all her life and now it was happening.  She
wanted a huge black cock and she was getting it.  It couldn't be
better! She was feeling such pleasure!
"Oh, God!" Marie yelled.  "Oh, God!  Oh, God!"
		I went for it, too.  My cum flew all the way to the top of my
head.  It was in my hair and all over my nose and chin.  I took a
selfie and sent it to Marie.  Then I called her back.
	"Oh, honey," she said, "that was so wonderful!"
	"I could see that."
	"You can't imagine how good Marvin is. I am going to want to
keep fucking him for a while, you can understand that.  It's too
early to stop."
	"Were the boys able to watch?
	"Yes."
	"How did you meet him?"
	"He came into the store with his wife and, while Ted was dealing
with her we got into a private conversation.  If it wasn't for
what's been going on with us lately I wouldn't have had the nerve
to slip him my phone number when his wife wasn't looking.  It's
like when you are so wrapped up in sex yourself you tend to 
believe that everyone else is into it too."
	"Does he like guys at all?"
	"Marvin," I heard her say, "Stephen wants to know if you would
like him to suck your cock?"  Then to me, "He's shaking his head
no with a good deal of emphasis."
	"Tell him I want him to visit us when I get back home.  I'll bet
the boys and I can convert him but don't tell him that."
"You don't get home until a week from Friday!"
"It's a bitch, isn't it?  You need to get Johnny and Marvin to do
you together.  That would be something."
	"It might be too gay for Marvin but I'll try to talk him into
it."
	"He probably won't realize how gay it is until his cock is
resting against Johnny's."
	"Maybe we should save that for you."
	"That's a better idea.  And thank you for being thoughtful
enough to include me tonight."
	"I love you, sweetheart, and thank you for my letting me be your
slut."
	"I love you, too.  We need to take a picture of you sucking
Marvin's cock for the club.  You won't believe how sexy it
looked."
	"You're so naughty!  Say goodnight to Marvin and tell him you
love him."
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CHAPTER ELEVEN

	Friday night I wound up in Silver City which was not exactly
the vice capitol of the world so I opted to head down to the
border town of Douglas, Arizona for my weekend away from home.  I
knew I could cross over into Mexico and find a variety of sex. 
The breathtaking ride from Lordsburg to Douglas through the
green, tree filled mountains was almost enough to take my mind
off other guys but not quite.
	My intention was to check into the motel and hit the sack and
cross over into Agua Pieta on Saturday but I was so horny I
couldn't wait.  I checked in at ten and decided, even though it
was late, to cross over the bridge for an initial look around.  I
found a large sprawling open- air bar with at least three dozen
male patrons and female hookers and room for still more.  The bar
was surrounded by two rows of tiny one room villas.  It was easy
to figure out that the rooms were for the hookers' convenience.
	The girls ranged in attraction and nearly all were Mexican.   I
ordered a tequila and thought about whether I really wanted to go
for a girl that night.  I was definitely more in the mood for
cock.  I watched as the occasional couple left the bar and headed
for one of the villas. I figured that I would have one drink and
clear out.
 A really attractive girl made eye contact with me and, before I
could turn my attention away, graced me with a very sensual
smile.  She was one of the few who were not Mexican.  When she
stood up and came along the bar toward me I could see that she
was at least six foot tall.  She had long straight blond hair
that fell to the middle of her back. She was wearing a silk,
Suzie Wong type dress that barely made it to the critical
crevice.
	"Would you like some company?" she asked with a perfect smile.
	"I would love to buy you a drink," I said, making a production
of looking at my watch.  "But I only have time for one. 
Unfortunately I have to meet my wife in twenty minutes."
	"That's disappointing," she said.  "But that's life."
	Her tequila arrived and we clicked glasses.  "You're very
handsome," she said.
	"And you're beyond beautiful."
	"That's sweet," she said and took a rather large gulp.  I was
sure her drink was mostly water.
	"You're from the states?" I asked.
	"Denver!" she said.
	"I'm from Colorado Springs."
	"To Colorado!" she said and, with a single gulp, her drink was
nearly gone.  I knew you could spend a fortune just buying
glasses of colored water for the bar girls. Probably coming to
Mexico was a bad idea.
 Then she looked me straight in the eye.
	"I can give you a blow job in five minutes that will completely
relax you and send you off to your wife with a smile on your
face."  Her voice had a sexual huskiness about it that one might
associate with having produced a large number of five minute blow
jobs.
	"Can I be honest," I said.
	"Please do.  Or should I have said please be?"
	"My wife is back in Colorado Springs.  I am here alone.  But I
happen to be mostly gay.  I not only want to receive a blow job
but I want to give one. I want to get fucked.  What I am looking
for is a gay meeting place in Agua Pieta and I'll bet you would
be nice enough to steer me in the right direction."
	Her smile got wider.  She looked around the bar to make sure no
one was paying attention before raising the hem of her skirt. She
was wearing sheer pink panties and the traces of a beautiful pink
and semi-hard cock were clearly evident.  I sucked in my breath.
	"Are you staying in Douglas?" she asked.
	"Yes."
	"You can get all the cock you want around here for nothing, we
both know that.  Gay guys are always on the prowl. But for a
hundred dollars I will give you an experience you will remember
the rest of your life.  You will think about it every time the
subject of transvestites or she-males comes up."
	Her dress was still raised and her pretty cock was still
visible.  "You have a deal!"
	We stopped by her apartment to pick up a change of clothes for
the next day and it turned out that she roomed with two of the
female hookers so that her apartment was out of the question. 
When we got to the motel it was nearly midnight.  The "No
Vacancy" sign was lit and the office was closed. I figured I
could reconcile the charge for the extra person in the morning. 
We had stopped to get a fifth of Chevas along the way.
	We poured our drinks into paper cups and I sat on the bed and
she sat on the chair with her legs crossed.  Her legs were
slender.
"So tell me, Brenda, do you just dress for work or is it full
time."
"It's full time.  I am a full-time girl with a cock.  She-males
prefer their original plumbing and their boyfriends prefer it,
too.  We are just girls with cocks and we live our life as girls.
 But I do have tits.  Nice one's too!"
"Nice," I said.  "It's really exciting. Did this start when you
were young?"
"Around twelve," she said.  "I was that sissy boy who always
wanted to arrange flowers and bake cookies and didn't care much
for football.  Then I discovered dresses and make-up.  I felt
more like a girl.  My father was furious about it at first.  He
was publicly embarrassed. It nearly caused my parents to divorce.
I started wearing dresses full time except went I went to school.
 And I dropped out of high school because of it.  A lot of people
thought that my parents had two children, a boy and a girl." 
"And your sexual attraction was boys?"
"Yes."
"Did you have boyfriends?"
"Not from school.  But I had boyfriends.  And I had more
man-friends than boyfriends.  And there was one in particular. A
millionaire who ran quarterly man-boy parties, took me under his
wing and paid for my breast surgery and hormone treatments when I
was sixteen. I dropped out of high school and became a full time
girl from then on."
"Did you attend the man-boy parties?"
"Did I ever.  You can't imagine the fun.  And we each got a grand
for it, too. And all the cock you desired. The boys ranged in age
from nine to sixteen.  I was the only she-male in the group but
some of the boys wore panties and make-up. The men outnumbered
the boys so we were very busy.  Or you could say that our desires
were completely satisfied."
"You liked it."
"I loved it.  I only wished he had the parties more often than
four times a year.  It was like it was some kind of seasonal
rite."
"You are not only beautiful," I said, "but you are wildly
attractive."
"Do I have you excited?"
"Beyond words."
"I love sex.   I love my job.  They say that if you are lucky
enough to make a living doing what you love you are one of the
lucky ones.  And I am one of the lucky ones.  A lot of times I
will give a guy a quickie blow job and he never knows I have a
cock.  But most often there is the critical moment of discovery
that is a surprise to him and fun for me.  I can tell you from
experience that in nearly every case the guy will succumb to the
passion of the moment. That moment of discovery will overwhelm
the most homophobic studs on earth. 
"Without realizing it most men have been carrying that subliminal
curiosity about sucking a cock around in the back of their heads
their whole lives.   And now they find themselves at a moment of
extreme passion actually confronted with an erect cock. How can
they refuse it?   Rarely does the guy get indignant and storm
out, although it does happen once in a while.  
"But," she continued, "if you want to listen to those who have
had the experience of being surprised by a male in girl's
clothing they will all tell you they couldn't get away fast
enough. Most of them will tell you that they punched out the poor
guy. They will tell you all about how pretty the girl was and how
they completely fooled they were and how they immediately took
off.  But they are lying.  They went for it, believe me, and they
liked it.  And they have, very likely, been seeing guys on the
side ever since.  It's all so natural."
"I love cock," I said.  "And to find one inside a pair of panties
worn by a beautiful girl with tits is, to me, the best of both
worlds."
"Shall I get undressed for you?"
"Please!"
She put down her drink and stood up.  She slowly lifted her Susie
Wong skirt up over her head wriggled out of it and tossed it
aside.  Her bra did not match her panties. Her bra was blue.  Her
garter belt was black.  Her panties were pink and her stockings
were blue mesh.  She was still wearing her six inch heels.  She
turned around to give me a view of her pretty tush and, with her
thumbs, lowered her panties so that I could see it in the flesh.
She bent over to spread her cheeks and let me see the
outrageously dilated evidence of her predominant lust.  I'm sure
that mine looked pretty much the same.
Leaving her panties wrapped obscenely around her thighs she
reached up to unfasten her bra.  She held it at arms-length
before tossing it at random.  When she turned around I saw
everything at once.  She had sensational tits and her fully erect
circumcised cock poked out from under her garter belt.  She was
gorgeous.  She was exciting. She took my breath away. A pretty
girl with pretty circumcised and fully extended cock. 
A she-male offered an added dimension to gay sex and I knew I was
going to be hooked on it.
"A hundred dollars is not nearly enough for someone as thrilling
as you, Brenda.  I'm going to double it."

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	CHAPTER TWELVE

The lovely Brenda was all-girl. But it also meant that she didn't
top.  Like any girl she wanted to get fucked period.  So my own
yearning for having a cock inside me went unrequited.  But,
nonetheless, it was, just as she promised, a night I would
remember for the rest of my life.  The kissing, the hugging, the
sucking of cock was enough to convince anyone that sex, and in
particular homosexual sex, was a gift from God.  I fucked her
twice.
The only thing that could have made it more perfect, even at the
risk of our sense of intimacy would have been a third person, or
even a fourth.  The truth is that my ass was tingling for cock.
In spite of the fact that we didn't get to sleep until five in
the morning she had to be back in Mexico by noon. I had a working
girl on my hands.  We showered together with the intent of saving
time and gave some of it back when she went to her knees.  There
was to be no reciprocation, however, because of her anticipation
of a full day of sex that was awaiting  her.  
While she was dressing I went to the office to reconcile the bill
and my eyeballs nearly fell out of my head.  Behind the counter
was a dream come true.  His name was Charlie, the owner's son,
whom I had not seen before, a high school student who worked
weekends.  He was blonde and blue-eyed, with two large earrings
and slight traces of mascara around his eyes.  He didn't mind
telegraphing his predilection at all. 
My heart did an almost alarming flip.  "Oh, my God, Charlie," I
said, "You're gorgeous!"  It was something I would have kept to
myself two weeks ago but now I no longer cared who knew about my
tendencies either.
Charlie flashed the knowing smile of the blessed.  The signals
were there.
"I had a beautiful girl with me last night with a cock, Charlie,"
I said without the slightest reservation.  "We're in a bit of a
rush but I want you to meet her."
"That would be great!  Thank you, Mr. York.  I would love to meet
her."
Brenda arrived breath-taking in an abbreviated electric blue silk
dress much like the one she had worn the night before and seemed
as affected by the sight of the high school kid as he undoubtedly
was with her.
"How old are you honey?" she asked
"Seventeen," he said.  
"Are your parents comfortable with your sweetness?"
"Yes.  They don't mind at all.  I think they even like it."
"I'll bet you're positive they like it?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean don't you play with them?  It happens you know.  It
happens a lot.  Stephen plays with his boys, don't you,
Stephen?"
"Yes," I said.
"Really?  Can I count on that?"
I took out my wallet and got out a picture of my smiling sons
with their arms around each other and dressed only in their newly
purchased girl's panties, a picture that could send me straight
to the penitentiary. Charlie sucked in his breath.  "Wow!  I wear
panties, too."
"And do you party as a family?" I asked.
"Yes. And we do it with another family with a boy and a girl. 
The boy's a little younger than me.  The girl is twelve."
Brenda was all smiles.  "When do you get together?"
"Well we are busy with the motel and our slowest day is Monday. 
So every Monday we put out the "No Vacancy" sign and go visit."
"When do you leave town, Stephen?"
"I was supposed to drive to Carlsbad tomorrow, but I'll stick
around if we are invited."
"You're invited and there will be no charge for your room this
week.  Or any time you want to visit Douglas.  I would love it if
you could bring your boys next time.  And bring your wife, too. 
My mother is into women."
"How about your father?"
"He goes either way.  He likes to fuck the young girl a lot.  He
and the girl's daddy fuck her.  Our parties are free-flowing."
"Are you wearing panties, now, Charlie?"  I asked.
"Of, course.  Do you want to see them?  Can you lock the door?"
It was bound to happen.  Brenda was going to be late.  We hadn't
even had breakfast yet but the gods and godesses of sex had taken
command.  Charlie's skimpy lace-trimmed panties were as blue as
his eyes and enormously tented.  Weren't teen age boys with cocks
as big as his inevitably destined to be queer?  
I had my white lace panties on and Brenda's were red satin. In a
few seconds the panties were history and three naked pricks had
everyone's attention.  As much as I yearned to get fucked we made
it best for Charlie.  We put him in the middle.  After some
preliminary sucking of cocks, fondling and kissing, Charlie
produced the lube.  Brenda leaned over the desk, Charlie slid
into her and I slid into Charlie.  Charlie was "Lucky Pierre". 
His ass was so beautiful, so warm, so welcoming.  I loved it. We
went at with delirious joy.
"My, God, how beautiful!" I heard Charlie's mother say when she
walked in on us.  "Charles, come quick and see this.  Take off
your clothes and come see this.  I'll just have to take a chair
and play with myself.  This party is strictly for boys." 
 It was odd that she could say this given the awesomely beautiful
presence of Brenda.  Her blonde hair ran to the middle of her
back and her tits were so pretty.  But, of course, her cock in
plain view was the give-away.  Brenda had Charlie's cock up
inside her and her own was wobbling.  Charlie's right hand
reached around to envelope it. He milked it lovingly as we
fucked.  He was still milking it when Brenda's cum began to fly
up into the desk.   
  "Oh, God!" the teen aged Charlie moaned as he came gloriously
at the very same moment.
"Oh, God!" I repeated as I did the same.
 Charles, senior, arrived just in time to witness the big moment.
He was heavy-set and in his mid-forties and the only thing
remarkable about him was the size of his prick. I wanted it at
once.  I needed it badly. I wanted to feel his cum being pumped
well up inside me.  I needed to get fucked! I slid out of Charlie
and went to my knees to claim that ponderous prize with eager
lips.  I was the all-time sissy faggot slut!
Brenda was not going to make it to work that day for sure because
no one was going anywhere.  The irresistible lure of homosexual
sex had intervened. Charlie's mother would have to run the motel
because we guys were going to be naked.  Shades would have to be
drawn. Pizza would have to be delivered.  It was going to be
mouths on cocks, tongues on tongues, hugs, kisses, the smell of
semen, and stimulated cocks burrowing into anal canals. It would
turn into a sex party we would never forget.  
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

	I must have been relaxed because business had never been better.
 Lucky for me, with my attention more focused on sex of late, I
represented the very best paint on the market, a thick, one coat
paint with a dazzling array of colors.  Because now, when I made
my calls my gaydar was always turned on.  I had to be careful
about it but I continued to find signals that would have eluded
me before. It almost seemed at times that the entire world was
turning gay or at least thinking seriously about it.
	When I checked into my motel in Carlsbad I used my computer to
find a bar that catered to gays and lesbians.  Only one name
popped up.  The name was Celeste's.  It was a swingers' club, it
said, for swinging couples but with a predominance of gay and
lesbian activity.  There was a cover charge of $50.00 for
non-members and you did not have to be escorted.  No alcohol was
served.  And it was located 25 miles west of Artesia.  I had to
have passed it on my way across the state but failed to notice
it.
	"We guarantee that you and your spouse will be holding hands and
smiling when you leave!" the advertisement went on to claim.  
	The next day I called on Walton's Hardware and my gaydar sensed
no prospect in the distinguished white-haired, mustached owner,
Fred.  But he had an employee that made me stir.  While I was
sitting at Fred's desk in walked this dream of a kid with short
blonde hair that had been carefully spiked so that it fell at
random in every direction.  He stood about five feet five and
looked to be of college age.  He handed an inventory count to Mr.
Walton and a suggested replacement order.
	"Thank you, Willis," Fred said.
	The kid looked directly at me to excuse the interruption and I
nearly melted.  Fred smiled slightly as I turned my head to
follow the young man's exit.
	"Pretty, isn't he?" he said.  "He's also a little delicate if
you know what I mean.  But he's a great kid and he's been saving
his money in order to pay for college next year.  And he is the
one who is really selling your paint. You might think about
taking him to dinner if you're willing to put your
heterosexuality at risk." 
	We both laughed uproariously as little did he know. The order
was nearly double the last.  My paint was selling like hotcakes.

 	It was hard for me to think about anything but Willis.  He was
breath-taking.  There was more than a trace of sissy in his
manner but I had grown to like that.  Willis' all too-obvious
orientation wouldn't cause the slightest bit of concern to the
urbane gentleman in front of me.  
	I was already trying to think of a way to invite Willis to
dinner at Fred's possibly facetious suggestion but when I got
ready to leave Willis was gone for the afternoon.  I stopped off
at the paint counter and asked one of the clerks if Willis was
around. I wanted to thank him for his promotion of our product, I
said, only to be told that he had gone to pick up his father at
the airport.
	I filed Willis away for my next visit and I was left with
Celeste's.
	My calls in Artesia and Roswell produced big orders but no
prospects for sex.  So, after doubling back to my room in
Carlsbad for a shower and a change of clothes I went to dinner
alone before making the drive to Celeste's.
	I got there at seven and it was bigger than I expected.  It
looked more like a roadhouse but quieter.  Even the background
music was softer.  I paid my charge at the door and stepped into
a darkness that blinded me momentarily.  Before I could see
clearly I heard Fred Walton's familiar gravel vice.
	"Well hello, stranger," he said from a little distance, before
closing in on me.  His arms went around me and he brought his
lips down on mine. "From the way you were ogling Willis this
morning I might have guessed."
	"God, Fred, it's so exciting to find you here," I said.  Even
though Fred was on the high side of sixty I had sucked enough
cocks, by now, to know that I would love doing him. 
	We kissed again this time with tongues.  My eyes had acclimated
and I was looking around a room that had a long bar and scattered
tables and the place was packed.  At one of the tables sat the
adorable Willis.  
  	"Let me introduce you to my wife," Fred said.  "Maybe you
would like to fuck her for me."
	Laverne was seated next to Willis whose smile had me instantly
hard.  Laverne was surprisingly slender and virile for a woman
her age and I sensed that once out of her clothes she would be
wildly attractive.  She was looking me over with as much interest
as Willis.
	"Do you like girls, Laverne?" I asked.
	"Yes," she said.  "I mostly do it with girls, now, but I need at
least one fuck a night to satisfy me completely."
	Fred was smiling at me.  "I think that Stephen is more into boys
but I think he would be willing and able to help you out.  What
about it Stephen?"
	"Laverne, it would take a girl as pretty as you to get me
excited and I really want to do it."
	Fred was all smiles.  "Well, unless we want more food why don't
we adjourn to the notorious fuck room?"
	Once through the door we were confronted by a scene a lot like
Pinky's.  It was also gymnasium sized. Along the walls, though,
were hooks for hanging your clothes.  Mattresses were strewn at
random.  And naked men and women were rutting as far as the eye
could see.  Homosexual sex predominated alright. In some cases it
was a combination.  A guy might be fucking a girl while he was
getting fucked himself or sucking cock or both.  But, easily,
most of those getting fucked in the room were men.  In a weird
way most of the women seemed to be begging for attention from men
who were more interested in having sex with other men.  Still
having naked women to look at as well as naked men somehow made
the whole thing far more exciting.  
	We got naked ourselves in a hurry and both Fred and Willis took
great interest in my lacy mint panties with white stars.
	"I've thought about that," Fred said.
	"I'm going to do it," Said Willis.
	Laverne was as exciting as I had imagined.  Like most mature
women her pretty pussy had a fine coating of hair.  We embraced.
We kissed.  I took her by the hand over to the lubricant table
and prepared her with an insertion of two fingers.  Then I
lubricated my cock and we went in search of an available
mattress.  There were none at the moment, so I backed her up
against a wall and slid into her delightfully.  We fucked
standing up.  She went totally wild.  She turned into an animal.
I don't think I ever had as much pleasure from fucking a woman,
my wife included.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and we
came gloriously and simultaneously nearly slamming our way
through the wall behind her.
	When we separated she slid down the wall into a heap on the
floor with her eyes glazed and her jaw slack.  It was no act.  No
wonder the Waltons were swingers.  There was no doubt in my mind
that the idea originated with Laverne.  She was insatiable.  
	Fred and Willis had not been able to find a mattress either. 
They were doing it on the floor.  Fred was straddling the
beautiful Willis in a sixty-nine.  Even though I was spent I was
not that spent.  I got down behind Fred and inserted a tongue
into his asshole and licked and probed.  My tongue toyed with his
asshole while he sucked and got sucked.  I was able to see
between licks the moment he filled his young lover's mouth with
nectar and knew the same thing was happening at the other end. 
	Fred turned around to kiss me and offer me a mouthful of Willis'
sweet, sweet cum. We passed it back and forth a few times before
we swallowed.  Willis was not through sucking.  He was sucking
me.  
I lay down on my back while he did it.  I was relishing the taste
of Willis' cum in my mouth while he sucked my cock back into
life. He took his mouth away at intervals to masturbate my cock
while he gazed at me through mascara eyes.  And then he sucked
some more.  He was jerking me when I started to cum and he got
his mouth down over it but not before the first spurts hit him in
the eyes causing him to blink furiously.  
	I finally got my arms around him and our tongues enjoined.  I
was in love.  He was so pretty and I was so in love.  I wanted
him to fuck me in the worst way.  I realized that I couldn't risk
coming between Willis and Fred so I had to restrain myself.  But
I knew that Fred, being the sport he is, wouldn't begrudge me a
good hard pleasuring fuck. 
	Around us the room was filled with writhing naked bodies, both
male and female.  It was beautiful to see.  Orgies are so lovely
to watch.  But as the internet advertisement had promised the sex
was primarily homosexual.  As Fred confided in me later women
really do prefer the tenderness and feel of other women but also
liked to have a real cock inside them once in a while.  
	I wound up at the cocktail bar sipping an orange juice with my
dick semi-hard when I was approached by a broadly built guy in
his twenties with a full beard and a molded chest.  He reeked of
strength and masculinity.  He looked at me and smiled and I
smiled back.  No words needed to be said.  He saw bottom in me
and I saw top in him.  I went over to the lubrication table and
he followed.   He did my ass and I did his cock.  We found a
vacated mattress covered in fresh cum.  I lay down on my back
feeling the wet and opened my legs.  He knelt between them
brandishing a very powerful ten inches of thrilling cock. It went
all the way in to the hilt without resistance.  And we fucked and
fucked and fucked until we came.
	"My name is Chance," he said as we laid there in the aftermath
still connected.
	"Stephen," I said.
	He used the forefinger of his right hand to scoop cum from my
chest and neck and brought it to his mouth to savor.  "Are you
from around here?"
	"Colorado," I said.
	"Too bad.  I would like to live with you.  I've been looking for
someone like you to love."
	"I'm married with kids," I said.
	"Bummer," he said.  "Just my luck!  Do you want to stay
married?"
	"She fucks around.  Maybe you could visit.  Leave you telephone
number with Fred Walton," I said.  I come here every two
months."
He extended his tongue and we dueled.  His tongue invaded my
lips.  Will I ever get enough of this I thought?  Will I ever
return to a normal life where I didn't have sex on my mind every
waking hour?  But maybe this was good for me.  Certainly being
gay was best for me, and, seemingly the best for a lot of people.
 Our kissing went on until his big cock had shrunk enough to slip
out.
 Before we separated he did a strange thing for a big strong
masculine man.  He held both of my hands and kissed first one and
then the other.  It made me feel like a girl.
"I hope I get the chance to be with you again," he said. And I
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
From my new found prospective it was as though the whole world
had gone mad over sex.  And in a way it had.  At a time, when
societies could do without more children, men and women had found
the way to have even more fun in diverting the consequences of
the male seed.  There were pills and contraceptives and, as much
as anything, the breathtaking thrills of men lying with other men
and women with other women. It was as though nature was
responding to the challenge of over-population.  
Not that homosexuality wasn't as old as time, itself, and not
that it hadn't been fully accepted in other societies,  but, it
seemed more than a coincidence that, in a time when we needed it
most, we had the internet to promote its joys and a new found
public acceptance willing to go along with it. 
I finally made it home on Thursday night.  School was back in
session and we had a note from a class councilor asking for a
meeting about Stevie on Friday.  I wondered how much trouble he
could have gotten into in just the first week.  It couldn't
possibly be a concern about his studies that early in the school
year.
His name was Brett Jordan and he was a tall, thin and very
handsome man in his mid-thirties.  I could see that Marie was
impressed.  We sat in not the most comfortable of chairs in an
office about the size of a broom closet.
"I'm sure you understand that one of our jobs as councilors is to
make sure that our students are comfortable and safe in their
surroundings.  And in keeping with that we try to anticipate
potential problems before they actually come to fruition."
Marie looked at me and I looked at her because we didn't have a
clue what he was talking about. 
"I sensed at the beginning of the school year that Stephen was a
much different boy than the one who left us last June," he went
on. "We are familiar enough with young boys at the onset of
puberty to expect some marked changes but in Stephen's case the
changes, in my observation, went a little beyond that."
"In what way?" his mother asked.
"He has let his hair grow long.  And he seems to have softened if
I can put it that way.  He's opted not to go out for football
even though he is one our best talents. And I thought I could
detect perhaps, and to put it delicately, a particular trend in
his sexual orientation." 
"In other words," I said, "you sensed that Stephen might be
gay!"
"Not that we have any problem with that at all, understand.  As
educators we are entirely supportive of this kind of thing and
view it as simply the boy's innate nature.  But the problem can
be, as you well know, how his peers may see it and react to it."

"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"I think I know what that question might be and the answer is
yes.  And it is true that as a gay man I would be more sensitive
to the signs."
"Did Stephen come on to you by any chance?  He probably had the
same sense about you."
"He started by asking me if I was married."
"And!"
"I told him I was partnered with another man.  I saw no reason to
try to deceive him."
"And he probably smiled when you told him that."
"Yes. And then he admitted,- and admitted is not the right word -
he told me he was gay, too."
"Did he indicate that might be interested in a relationship with
you?"
 "He asked me if I liked boys."
"How did you answer that, if I may ask?"
For the first time Jordan looked a little nervous.  "I told him
that I loved boys and girls both.  I loved children and young
adults. I felt it made me a good teacher. But as far as sexual
intimacy was concerned that was completely out of the question. I
told him that I found him extremely attractive but for the sake
of my career I make sure I follow the law." 
"Stephen has already confided to us that he is gay," Marie said.
"And I have to tell you that we have absolutely no problem with
it."
"Excellent, that is precisely what we want to hear.  My reason
for this conference is two-fold," he said.  "I wanted to make
sure, as parents, that you were aware of the situation.  And then
I wanted your permission to include Stephen in a special
counseling with a small group of boys.  What we do is, first of
all, assure them that being gay is a good thing and very natural
and wonderful and that it is important to ignore the totally
wrong perceptions of the prejudiced, in particular the churches.
It is critically important that we rid them of the idea that
being gay is wrong and sinful.  The second thing we want them to
do is to confidentially report any students who pick on them so
that we can deal with it through education and understanding."
"How many boys are we talking about?" I asked.
"Right now there are seven.  Later there are bound to be a few
more."
"And where would this counseling take place?  Would it be here,
after school?" I asked.
"I would prefer it be away from the school.  I would rather it be
at the home of one of the parents who then could stand witness
that nothing untoward took place."
"You could certainly use our home," Marie said.  "And you can add
our other son to the mix."
"Jimmy is gay, too?"
"Yes."
"It's really quite common to have more than just one gay in a
family but I am sure you know that."
"So we've been told," Marie said.  "There seems to be something
quite contagious about homosexual sex."
"Are all of these boys sexually active?" I asked.  "Or didn't you
inquire?"
"I did inquire and four of them are still virgins."
"And did you encourage them to start having sex?
"We could never do that.  It would be wrong for an authority
figure to encourage that kind of thing.  Realizing one has an
attraction for members of his sex and actually engaging in sex
are two different things.  Some twelve and thirteen year old boys
might not be ready for the big step. The boys need to explore
these avenues at their own pace but, as you can well understand,
the search for willing partners is a very delicate thing."
"Getting them together in a group with other like-minded boys
would be pretty helpful on that score, don't you think?"
"I do think so," he said.  "And that's a third benefit I should
have mentioned before. I see some clear advantage in developing a
gay underground.  But please bear in mind that in our meeting at
your house absolutely no sex can take place.  It is to be
strictly counseling and nothing more than that."
"Understood," I said, while at the same time my mind was already
formulating a plan."
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was a Saturday afternoon and they arrived by bike or foot
within minutes of each other; six visiting boys with such
innocent faces.  I found them dreamy. They looked like choirboys
except for the tell-tale crotch extensions they did their best to
conceal.  There was great excitement in being in the presence of
boys who were willing to admit they liked other boys. Until that
moment they weren't told who else would be there.   Until that
moment they had no idea who else had the same feelings. There
were highly enthused smiles and exclamations but they were too
shy to shake hands or otherwise touch each other.
Red-haired, chubby little Tommy Broyles was among them.  I had
forgotten about Tommy.  There was nothing to suggest gay about
Tommy that I could see and I wondered how Brett had singled him
out.  It had to have been the other way around.
Two of the kids were black and really beautiful with shy but
porcelain smiles. In keeping with the formality he intended to
impose, Jordan was dressed in a suit, shirt and tie.  
Marie had prepared cookies and milk for the boys and, sensitive
to the mood, had made arrangements for her female self to be
elsewhere during our session. Marie, sensitive to the mood and my
plans to exploit that mood, had made arrangements to be absent
but to return around late afternoon to help with the make-up if
the boys opted to dress.  She had bought two dozen sets of bras,
panties and stockings to give the boys a variety of choice.  Wigs
were a little too expensive to anticipate at this stage
especially when a lot of the boys would opt for letting their
hair grow long in the ensuing months. 
The boys stood in the kitchen as they wolfed down the cookies
while exchanging shy smiles at each other.  There was no attempt
at conversation.  They really didn't know what to say beyond
eyeing each other and relishing the company of other gay boys.  
Marie made her exit gracefully with an "I'll just get out of your
way" and I saw Brett open his mouth to say something but nothing
came out. I knew that he was a little taken aback at losing his
sole female chaperone.
I had arranged the furniture in the living room so that all of
the boys would be facing Jordan when he spoke.  Six of them were
jammed into the couch and Stephen and I took two of the living
room chairs.  I had Jimmy sit on my lap.
The boys attention was rapt as Brett went through his cautiously
prepared spiel starting with a chart showing the Kinsey scale of
hetero-homo composition which he led in front   him. 
"So you see not everyone is exclusively gay or hetero!  In fact,
most people fall into one of the other of the six levels with
number three indicating those who are equally interested in both
men and women.  I, for example, would be number six.  I am
totally interested in men and have no interest in woman at all
but I represent less than 3% of the total.  Mr. York told me he
is in category four indicating that he is predominantly gay but
with more than an incidental interest in women.  I might point
out that of the six categories four of them indicate bisexual
tendencies. 
 "So even though all of you boys have indicated that your
predominant interest is in other boys you will probably go on to
eventually marry and have a family and lead what would seem to be
normal lives."
Surprisingly three of the boys made faces.  
Brett went on to bring up the long history of gay sex, including
a chronicle of famous gay men throughout history and today; a
list that included at least two presidents, Lincoln and Buchanan
and the long-time head of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover. He said that
the boys had to be familiar with the number of celebrities who
had come out, a fact that was so helpful to encouraging the young
not to become depressed by the erroneous societal views that were
the primary cause of depression and suicides among young gay
boys.  He went on to call homosexuality a wonderful gift from God
that offered the very best of sexual thrills. Don't have any
doubt about it, he said, homosexual sex, whether it be among boys
or girls was the most exciting sex. Even though nature has given
us strong sexual drives as a guarantee of keeping the species
alive there is an art to having sex with other males that makes
it even more pleasurable. He said it as a matter of fact but is
conclusion brought back the tents that had subsided during the
more clinical aspects of his presentation.  I always got an
erection when one of the boys sat on my lap and he could feel it.
   
"Do you mind if I say a few words?" I asked when he was through.
"No, go right ahead, Stephen.  That would be fine!"  He said it
with more hesitance than enthusiasm, a little worried about what
I might have to say without his pre-approval.  When Jimmy slid
off my lap and I stood we both had noticeable protrusions which
neither of us attempted to conceal.  I directed Brett to my chair
and Jimmy promptly sat on his lap. Brett was red faced and even
more worried.
"Suppose we start off by asking a few questions so we are all on
the same page.  So let me ask those of us whose sexual preference
is for other boys please raise your hands." 
All hands shot up without hesitation including mine.
"Do any of you, at this stage of your development, have any
interest in girls at all?"
Jimmy, Steven, and one of the black boys named, Maurice raised
their hands.
"Well the exclusive preference for other males may change as you
get into your later teens, but it's fairly safe to say that all
of you will remain primarily gay." 
With my hand still raised I went on, "So let's say for now that
we are all gay.  Well I can't tell you how happy that makes me
feel because I know all of the fun and pleasure you have in
store.  And how many of us have already experienced homosexual
sex?"
Four of the eight responded including Stevie, Jimmy and Tommy.
Both of the black boys were among three remaining virgins. 
"Now the truth is that sex with girls carries with it the great
risk of pregnancy, something that could ruin your young lives
forever.  But isn't it nice to know that you can actually have
all the fun you want with boys and not have that worry?   You
will find, as I've found, that you fall in love with cocks. You
get very excited at the sight of them. You will find great desire
for another boy's naked body.  All of it.  You will find great
pleasure in kissing or feeling other boys."
Brett started to shift as though he wanted to get up but Jimmy
had him pinned.
  "You will find your greatest thrills in looking at and feeling
naked men and boys.  And all that is good. All those who agree
raise their hands."
The hands shot up immediately and some of them yelled "Yeah!" 
The tents were climbing.  They had been told in advance that
there was to be no sex but they sensed a glimmer of hope in me. 
But, then, so did Brett.
The doorbell rang as a matter of perfect timing and I sent Stevie
running to answer it.  It was Johnny who entered with his face as
red as an apple.  I introduced him as a friend who only recently
had found his gay nature and the kids applauded loudly.  He found
a chair somewhere behind me. 
"So I am going to suggest a club for boys who want to get
together for sex.  I want to stress that the club will have no
affiliation with the school or with Mr. Jordan, although Mr.
Jordan is more than welcome to attend."
The boys again simultaneously yelled, "Yeah!"  They all looked in
Mr. Jordan's direction with undisguised admiration.
"I am suggesting a get-together every Saturday afternoon right
here at one o'clock like today, until I am able to find a more
suitable place to hold our orgies.  Is that good for everyone? 
Is Saturday okay with everyone?"
"Yeah!" they yelled.
I thought Brett was going to pass out, but Jimmy was subtly
moving around in his lap enough to get some response.
"Now if we are going to have a sex club you have to understand
the utmost need for secrecy.  Does everyone understand that?"
"Yeah!"
"Mr. Jordan, Johnny  and I are adults who could get in a lot of
trouble.  You all understand that?  And, if all of you are in
favor, we can bring other carefully selected grown men to the
parties.  As you enter the world of homosexual sex you will soon
learn that grown men are, by their very nature, wildly attracted
to young boys and vice-versa." 
"Yeah!" The approval was more than loud.
"My father does it with me," one of the boys said.
"You're doing it with your father?" I asked.
"Yeah!   For three months now!"
"Be sure and bring him with you next time and what is your
name?"
"Mike!"
"Yeah, Mike!" They yelled.
" So it becomes a question of how much you want a sex club."
"We want it!" they all yelled, loud enough to be heard next
door.
"I'm talking about a club where we have a sexual orgy every
Saturday afternoon."
"Yeah!"
"Are you willing to take an oath to secrecy"
"Yeah!"
"Then I want you to take off your shoes and socks.  Then I want
you to stand and undress right down to your underpants.  We will
take the oath in our underpants."
There was a wild scramble.  It was the moment of truth for Brett
Jordan.  Jimmy, as the two of us had planned it, swung around to
straddle the counselor's lap and plant a kiss directly on his
lips.  At first he tried to resist but Jimmy was too much for
him.  Brett was able to see the young boys eagerly taking off
their clothes.  He was made to realize how much he wanted to have
sex with boys.  He wanted it badly.  Jimmy began to untie his
tie.  Jimmy went to the floor to untie Brett's shoes.  It was
going to happen.  Brett had surrendered.
It was amazing how fast we all got undressed.  Stevie, Jimmy,
Johnny and I were wearing the cutest panties.  And then came the
big surprise.  Brett was wearing pale green lace panties,
himself.
 "Wow!" exclaimed Willard the smaller of the black boys.  "That's
so nice!  I want to wear panties, too."
"Yeah!" They all chorused.
"How many of you would like to wear girl's panties" I asked.
"Me!" They all shouted as every hand went up.  It was unanimous.
"I'm glad of that because Marie and I sprang for panties and bras
for all of you.  We will all have some fun dressing later.    We
can call our club the Sissy Faggots Club if you want!  Not only
will we wear panties we'll wear lingerie and make-up.   We'll get
our rocks off first and then spend time dressing to further
inspire us.  You are going to find it's a lot of fun seeing how
pretty and sexy you can be pretending to be girls! "
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
"We are all going to turn into cock-sucking sissy faggots one day
a week!" 
"Yeah!"
"Now for the oath!  Everyone raise their right hands and repeat
after me.  I, Stephen York, do solemnly swear.
"As a member of the Sissy Faggot Club" That brought a lot of
giggling.
"To maintain the utmost secrecy about everything that happens
behind these locked doors and shaded windows."
"We promise never to discuss the sex, the rituals or the details
of what we do.
"Not with our families or friends or anyone other than members of
the club.
"We pledge to make sure that everyone's desires are satisfied and
that no one is left out of the pleasure.
"We promise these things so help us god."
 The oath was over and Brett looked a little less worried and a
lot more eager.  
"And now boys," I said, "tell me what you think we will be doing
with each other in the Sissy Faggots Club.  Willard, you first."
Willard smiled from ear to ear.  "Sucking cock!" he said.
"Yeah!" everyone shouted.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"We'll be getting  fucked!" Tommy shouted.
"Yeah!"
"Does everyone want to get fucked like girls?"
"Yeah!"  It was unanimous.
"Do we all have pussies?"
"Yeah!"  There was more giggling.
"You all realize that you have to be naked to do these things,
don't you?"
"Yeah!"  There were smiles and more giggles all around. 
"Then let's get undressed and get started!"
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It was so delicious.  Once naked we naturally fell in with
partners to embrace.  We paired off to throw arms around each
other and to stand tongue to tongue, and cock to cock.  I wound
up with little Willard, his small sleek body insinuated into
mine.  His little brown hand encircled my cock and his soft brown
eyes gazed up at me with something akin to genuine love.  He
couldn't have been more than twelve. But a scant scattering of
pubic hair made it likely that he could cum.
I put him in a comfortable chair and knelt before it completely
enveloping the most precious little cock a boy could have.  It
was lovely.  I could take his cock to the root without gagging. 
I made love to that precious thing and felt something I had never
felt for any other human being.  I could have gone off to an
island with this boy for a year and never get tired of him. 
Orgies are supposed to be free-for-alls and for everyone else in
the throng of naked male bodies it was.  But Willard and I wanted
to be alone in the midst of it.
I got my reward.  My mouth encompassed the sweet pelting seeds. 
We kissed and changed places.
"Have you done this before, sweetie" I asked him softly as his
curly haired head bobbed up and down.
He shook his head without releasing my cock.
"Well, you're wonderful, Sweetheart.  You're just wonderful."
And he was.  He never released when I started to cum and he kept
my cock in his mouth through the entire barrage.  Willard climbed
up in my lap and we couldn't stop kissing.
"I love you, Stephen," he said with an earnestness that  took me
by surprise.
"And I love you, too, Darling.  We are going to have to do
something about this.  I am going to need to keep seeing you."
"That's what I want too."
He turned around and sat facing away from me so that we both
could watch the goings-on around us.  I played with his  tits and
kissed the back of his neck.  His adorable brown ass cradled my
cock.
My Jimmy was face down on the floor and big Brett was flat out on
top of him, his ass rising and falling as they fucked.
"So nice!  So fucking great!" Jimmy was moaning.
Johnny had Billy Anderson, one of the virgins. Leaning on the
back of a living room chair and took a great deal of time working
that ten inches up inside. He would slide it out and Billy would
turn around for some kissing before turning around again to take
more of it.  They did this several times.
"You're going to do that for me, aren't you, Stephen?" Willard
asked, turning his head slightly.
I had entertained the thought that it would be better if he had
one of the boys do him first, but I had changed my mind about
that.   "Yes, Darling," I said.
Stevie was on the couch with Maurice in his lap and their
adorable cocks held lovingly together bowing and nodding.  Both
of their heads were down as they watched the delightful coupling
of their cocks.  Frottage was something Stevie and I did a lot
because it had become his favorite.
Groans and moans filled the room.  Boys were joined in every
manner of sexual adventure.  The red-haired Tommy had a blond
femme boy on his back with his legs drawn back and was pouring it
to him. The fem boy was named Glen.  So there was Willard,
Maurice, Glenn, Mike, Tommy and Billy, in addition to my own.
Willard swung around again to kiss me ardently.  He could feel my
cock rising.  "I want to get fucked," he said.  "I can see how
much they like it."
"Go get the lube," I said.  "We'll do it right here."
I watched him scramble so adoringly.  He was small for his age
and his age was young to begin with.  He was so brown and
slender.  His cock couldn't have been more than four inches but
it was so pretty and hard.  I really wondered how I was going to
be able to handle the desire and genuine love I had for him.  The
idea of a monogamous relationship with a twelve year-old boy was
ridiculous, even silly and certainly not fair to him.  I made up
my mind that what I felt was a momentary infatuation even though,
in a roomful of naked boys, he was the only one I wanted.
He was back, smiling, to hand me an open jar of Vaseline, and to
scramble back up on my lap and plant his knees on either side of
my legs.  
"We are going to have to take a lot of time with this." I said.
"That's okay.  I really want it."
"I'm talking about an hour at least.  It takes patience."
"I know it hurts the first time," he said.  "But everyone says
it's worth it."
"It is worth it, Sweetie. Of all the wonderful things we do as
homos getting fucked is the best for most of us."
And so I began.  We kissed frequently while I reached around him
to insert fingers.  It went on for a while.  I cupped four
fingers and a thumb and worked them well inside.  He was
whimpering.  He liked everything so far.
"You know what, Sweetie?"
"What?"
"I just got an idea."
"What?"
"I am going to have you lye across the end of the couch and have
a couple of the boys with smaller cocks fuck you first and break
you in that way or maybe, what would even be better have all of
them have their turn at fucking you but not to completion. I am
talking about a royal gang-bang for a sexy boy like you.  Brett,
Johnny and I will fuck you last."
"But I only want to fuck you."
"But a gang-bang is a lot of fun."
 "Really?" A glimmer of interest crossed his face.
"It will make you feel like a real sissy faggot slut."
"Really?"
"Wouldn't you like to be a faggot slut?"  The romantic mood had
been shattered.  Lust had entered the picture.
"Yes. I think I want to be a slut.  I kind of like the idea of
getting gang-banged."  
"Then let's do it."
I got everyone's attention.  "My darling Willard wants to be the
slut of the night," I announced.  "He wants to suck cock while he
gets his virgin pussy fucked by everyone in the club."
"Yeah!"  They all yelled.
"A gang-bang," Tommy shouted.
"Yeah!"
"Way to go Willard!"  Everyone was excited.
Willard was smiling broadly.  "Okay, let's do it!  I want to be a
slut!"  
"Now I will be in charge and I will give everyone a few minutes
of fucking Willard before I tell you to pull out.  We want to
edge our darling until he can't stand it.  I am going to line you
up by size of your cock and Willard will suck the cock of the
next one in line to fuck him.  So you first get sucked by Willard
before you fuck him."
"Way to go Willard," one of the boys shouted.
"Yeah, Willard!  We all love you!"
And so it went.  The first boy had only a three inch cock and it
went in to the hilt without a shred of discomfort and it was
obvious how much Willard enjoyed it. The next in line gave
Willard a lovely boy cock to suck.   I kept one eye on Willard's
cock, sometimes holding it, and if I felt it begin to throb I
would have his fucker immediately stop shoving and take a rest. 
Willard was being edged beautifully. Willard's big orgasm was
building.  The frequent change of partners and the temporary
stops were keeping him at bay.  He had entered into a state of
nirvana that was a mix of agony and pleasure.  His eyes were
glazed.  His jaw was slack.  His moaning was constant.  He loved
it but he so wanted to cum.  
 	For some of his partners, though, there was no holding back.
The warmth and the friction of Willard's pussy were too much to
resist. Three of the boys quickly seeded him and it would have
been too mean to stop them. The cum helped  increase the
lubrication.
  Willard was in a world of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.  Any
thoughts of an exclusive, loving relationship with me or anyone
else was now out of the question. He had found something much
better and that something was called promiscuity.
 The procession went on until it finally got to Brett, who was at
least three inches bigger than the largest boy. Willard's eyes
got big when it parted his lips and he fondled it lovingly with
one small brown hand. Willard found much pleasure in everything
that had transpired so far and it was obvious from his expression
that he saw in that big prick a lot more. 
 I was sure Brett knew enough to take it easy. It was my turn to
get sucked but I thought it better to keep an eye on things.
"Wow!" Willard shouted.  "That's really big.  Let me catch my
breath!"
"Do you want it, Willard Sweetie?" I asked "Do you want that big
cock?"
"Oh, yes!" he moaned.  "This is what I really want.  I want a
really huge cock."
"Yeah, Willard!"  shouted his rapt audience.
They began to fuck.  I had put myself last and wanted to be the
one to fuck Willard to completion but it wasn't to be.
"Don't stop him, Stephen. Please don't make him stop. I need that
cock!  I need that cock! It's so good and I need to cum.  I can't
stand it any longer I need to cum!  I am going to cum!  I can't
wait any longer! I need to cum!" Willard kept moaning.  
My hand had replaced his around that pretty boy cock and I
stroked it sweetly.  
"Go ahead and cum, sweetheart," I whispered.  "You go ahead and
cum!"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I need to cum!  Oh, yes!  I am going
to cum.  Yeahhhhhhhh!  Yesssssssssss!    Yeahhhhhhh!  Mmmmmmmmm"
His cum went flying and it was glorious! The first blast coated
the end of the couch and hung there dripping.  The second, the
third, the fourth turned the end of the couch white with hanging,
sliding cum.  Willard had been edged to the max.  It was an
enormous amount of cum for a twelve year old.   My hand was
covered with it. 
 My lips found his. They were swollen. "I still love you,
Willard, more than I can say.   But I must share you with all of
the men and boys who want to have sex with you. I want you to be
happy.  I want them to be happy!  I want you to have fun!"
"It's what I want, too, Stephen.  You were right! After all that
fucking I know what I need.  That was so much fun!  I loved it so
much!"  
I sat down and he came to stand naked between my knees.  His
smile was radiant.  There were streaks of collected cum trickling
down his leg as far as his ankles or hitting the carpet directly.
 His little brown cock was standing tall. His cock was telling us
everything we needed to know about his love of sex. He was so
pretty!   
"I still want you to fuck me, Stephen.  I still need another
fuck!" 
	"I know the feeling, sweetheart," I said.  "I know just how you
feel. But we are going to have to put some ice on your lips,
sweetie, so your parents don't know what you've been up to. If
they ask just tell them you got involved with Stevie and Jimmy
after the meeting broke up.  Tell them Marie and I took Mr.
Jordan to dinner." 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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