Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
Biggest Pervert - Larry & Lenny
by Amber Fountaine
I'm Larry Nelson, a grown man now, and Leonard, or Lenny as we still call him, is my older brother. This story is about the summer we discovered sex - with each other - and some of the things that have happened since. They're things that got me nominated for the `Biggest Pervert' award. Of course we all nominated each other and all of us deserved it. Let me explain.
My wife Karen and I are what used to be called `swingers' in that we have an open relationship when it come to sex. Karen is free to fuck or suck or do whatever she wants with other men - and women - and she'd been aware of my fondness for sucking cock since before our first date; although I didn't find out about it for a few weeks. At this point in our lives, I don't pursue that fondness with the zeal I once did, preferring now to share a cock with Karen when the opportunity comes along. Many times that's when Larry, my brother, and his wife Adele come to visit, or when we visit them. But there was a time when I was much, much more active and a total slut for cock and didn't care how old it was. I started sucking cock when I was twelve and was still sucking twelve year old cock twenty years later. In between, before and after, I tried a lot of other things too.
That's what got the discussion of a `Biggest Pervert' award started. Lenny and I, along with our wives, had just finished one of those fantastic, anything goes sex sessions that the four of us shared when we got together. We'd both found wives - my second and Lenny's first - that were also bisexual and understood our need for occasional cock. They also marveled every time we got together and started reminiscing aloud about our adventures prior to meeting them. As crazy as it may sound, Adele and Karen are sisters. That's right; we're two brothers that married two sisters. And we weren't their first husbands either. So they often have a story or two that are equal to the ones that Lenny and I tell. That's what got us started one weekend when we decide to see who was the most perverted of the four of us.
I was sure, since I'd never been gang-banged by half a football team like Lenny and my wife had, that it should be one of them. But then, neither of them had ever knelt next to the urinals in a gay bar and begged men to pee in their mouths like I had, so they thought I should be the winner. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me begin in the beginning.
Back when we were kids, every year for as long as I could remember, my mom and dad went to the same resort in the Missouri Ozarks for a one week summer vacation. It was a really nice place, not like camping in a tent, and had cabins of various sizes and shapes. We always got the same one, had it reserved for a year in advance and were totally shocked when we got there and found out it had caught fire a few weeks back and was still under repair. Since half the roof was still missing, I'd call that an understatement. Instead of the cabin where Lenny and I had our own bedroom, we were given a cabin that was really two connecting cabins and Lenny and I had our own everything, including a bathroom and small kitchen. Most important, we had our own front door to the outside world.
What kicked this adventure off was sex. I was twelve, going on thirteen in a few weeks. Lenny was fifteen and pushing sixteen. Lenny had been the main source of my sexual information, had taught me how to jack off, and had been able to answer any question my school friends came up with, making me sort of a hero, since none of my friends had an older brother or neighbor to turn to. The first night at Lake Morrison, my mom and dad, thinking they had more privacy in this new arrangement, decided to have sex and of course Lenny and I heard them and knew what they were doing. That got us worked up and as we jacked off together in the bed we shared, Lenny suggested that there were probably dozens of couples having sex each night and that if we snuck out, we could probably tippy-toe up to some cabin windows and watch.
There had to be over thirty cabins at Lake Morrison Resort so I figured Lenny was probably right, just from the sheer number of cabins. Out of that many, we were bound to find someone fucking just about any night of the week. We were firmly convinced, like most teens we knew, that the only reason people got married - except for our parents of course - was so they could fuck every night. So it was just a matter of being there at the right window at the right time. With eager anticipation, the following night, as soon as my folks turned in, after they were sure we had, Lenny and I put our clothes back on and slipped out the door.
How we kept from being bitten my wasps, stepping on a snake, or getting covered with poison ivy, I don't know. For the best part of an hour, we walked, crawled, and tippy-toed from one cabin to the next without seeing a thing except one fat old lady, with tits almost to her waist, brush her teeth. Then we hit pay-dirt. Just as we were about to give up and were working our way back, we peeked into a cabin quite close to ours that had been dark the first time we looked and we saw a guy getting his cock sucked - by another guy!
We watched in awe for several minutes, and then the sucker got pulled to his feet and pushed back on the bed, right in front of us, to become the suckee. The two men seemed in no rush, like Lenny and I when we jacked off, and would pause to fondle each others cocks and balls, sometimes just kissing or licking the head, before one would resume sucking. I think I knew at that moment that I needed to watch and remember every move the two experienced cocksuckers made because for the next thirty minutes, or however long it was before they'd both cum, I don't think I so much as blinked, much less uttered a word.
When they both seemed to be satisfied for the moment and were lying together, each with the other's cock in one hand, Lenny and I slipped away to return to our cabin. Nothing short of the expected atomic bomb attack, brought on by the Cuban missile crisis of the previous fall, could have kept me away from Lenny's cock that night. We normally both slept in our underwear, but by mutual, unspoken consent, we stripped naked before climbing under the covers together.
Lenny was more tentative than I was and it wasn't until I had his cock in one hand and his nut sack in the other that he reached for mine. From that point on, neither of us showed the restraint that the two men we'd watched had shown. It was probably less than a minute - maybe even less than thirty seconds - from the time I first touched Lenny's cock to the moment it entered my mouth. Lenny wanted to taste mine too, but I wasn't to be stopped. I used every trick I'd studied watching the men and Lenny was way too excited to put up much of a protest. After a single feeble attempt, he laid back and enjoyed his first ever blow job and quickly gave me the ultimate cocksucker's reward - a mouthful of delicious, spurting cum.
After a very brief rest, Lenny was as eager as I had been to try it. He too had paid attention to what the men had done with each other, as well as what I'd done to him. We later debated as to who had cum the quickest that night and it was really a moot point. We'd both cum as quickly as we could, a mistake we didn't make in the future.
The following morning, with the sky barely turning blue, I had Lenny's cock back in my mouth and this time I more closely mimicked the slow, sensuous blowjobs that we'd witnessed the night before. When Lenny woke and realized that was my intention, he too began a start and stop approach and we spent nearly thirty minutes playing with each other, as well as sucking, before we got each other off that morning.
After that we were like kids with a new toy and in this case, the toys we couldn't put down were each other's pricks. If we went in the water, we were playing with each other underwater, our hands in each other's bathing suits. If our folks decided to take a nap, we'd go for a walk on the trails behind the resort and find a secluded place to suck each other outdoors. And if we were allowed a few minutes alone together in our cabin, you can be sure we were mouth-to-cock, either taking turns or in a 69, as we'd seen the men do.
Nor were the men forgotten either. They were our inspiration and just in case we might have missed something, every night, just as soon as we could sneak out, we were at their cabin window, waiting for the show to begin. With our new found lust for oral sex, it was inevitable that one of us would want to blow the other while we watched the men and that's why, on the night before we were to leave to go back home, we got caught. In three days and nights, I'd gotten a lot of experience sucking Lenny, but not so much that I was careful with my teeth and with Lenny's face plastered to the window to get a better view, I scraped his cock and caused him to wince aloud, getting the men's attention. He ducked down to tell me he thought the men might have seen him and we were about to take off running to our cabin when the porch light came on at the cabin right next to us, between the men's and ours, and some people came out and stood saying goodnight to each other. If we took off running instead of staying crouched and still, we'd be spotted. If we ran to our cabin, everyone would see where we'd gone. Besides, Lenny's shorts were around his ankles and until he stood up again and pulled them up, which he couldn't do with those people standing so close, he couldn't run at all.
By the time the people had finished their good-nights, the two men we'd been watching had put shorts on and were standing on either side of us, telling us to come inside.
I wasn't as worried as Lenny, though he still denies that. He says he wasn't worried at all, but he was the one that had been caught with his pants down. The reason I wasn't too worried was that I figured that the worst that could happen was that they'd tell our parents and I was sure they didn't want anyone to know they were queer - a fact that was sure to come out. As usual when I try to think things out in my favor, I was wrong. The younger of the two, about my dad's age, was the son of the guy that owned the resort and had been out of the closet for years. He and the other man had been lovers and roommates for nearly as many years as I'd been alive and helped run the resort during the busy summer months. So much for that bargaining chip.
But they'd been horny and inquisitive young men at one point in their lives too and they hadn't missed the fact that Lenny had been naked from the waist down. After hearing our story and confession about how watching them had encouraged us to try sex with each other, they let us go back to our cabin after promising not to try any more peeping tom activity at the resort. That night, unlike the previous three, Lenny and I slept with our underwear on and our hands and mouths to ourselves. However once we got back home, it was only a week or so before we began where we'd left off beneath that cabin window.
At the same time, we began thinking about including our friends in what we'd learned. In that respect, Lenny was able to recruit Jack to join us several weeks before I could convince my buddy Mark that it was a good idea. But to be fair, Lenny used me to seduce Jack whereas I had to get Mark to try it without any help. It went down like this.
Lenny was sure he could get Jack to let us suck his cock and he was also sure that Jack was interested in cock too. He told me that many times he'd seen Jack sneaking peeks at other boys in gym class. We talked it over and decided that the best way to go about it was for Lenny to hint to Jack that he knew where he could get his cock sucked any time he wanted and that Lenny had been sucked off several times and it was fantastic. As we'd hoped, Jack immediately began pestering Lenny for more information and Lenny let him have little clues, one at a time; like it was someone local, and that it was someone younger and so on. Eventually, he let Jack know it was me, his little brother, and that I sucked him almost every night; that I couldn't get enough.
That was only half true. Many times I sucked him day and night. But after we'd been back home a few weeks, that sort of slowed down to a couple of times a week. Anyway, by the time Lenny let Jack know that I was the cocksucker, Jack was so ready to try his first blowjob he would have put his cock in the mouth of our neighbor's mean dog. Putting it in mine seemed like a godsend to him and once he knew who the cocksucker was, he urged Lenny to set it up.
The first time went as we'd planned, with me sucking both Lenny and Jack and without asking we knew that Jack would be back for more - the very next afternoon after school in fact. We figured that Jack, after watching me suck off Lenny, would ask if Lenny ever sucked mine too and he did, but it took longer than we'd thought. However when Lenny admitted that sometimes he did, it didn't take long after that for Jack, Lenny, and I to become a cock-sucking trio. Jack's feigned reluctance quickly turned to the same lust that Lenny and I had for the taste of cum.
Mark wasn't near as easy. Like the rest of the guys in school, he was very interested in sex and all he could learn. I wanted to try the same thing we'd done with Jack, telling Mark I knew where he could get his cock sucked and letting Lenny do him first. But Lenny convinced me that a younger guy might be nervous about letting an older boy do it and that when I had Mark convinced to try getting a blow job, I should offer to do it myself.
The problem with that was that almost from the first time I hinted I knew where he could get his cock sucked, Mark told me that as long as it wasn't a guy, he'd love to try it. So I had a lot of work to do. It helped a lot that I was considered a source of sexual information, and by quoting my sources, I eventually convinced Mark that it wasn't unusual for guys our age to try things that we'd never do again as adults and that it was only adults that liked members of their own sex exclusively that were queer. One afternoon Mark surprised me when he was over at my house and Lenny was home and out of the blue, he asked Lenny if what I'd been telling him about it being okay for guys our age to try things was true. Mark was sure I'd been making it up and when he left that day, he'd been deep in thought because Lenny had backed up every word I'd told Mark without any prompting on my part.
Even then, it took another couple of weeks for Mark to think it through and again out of nowhere, while we'd been discussing an upcoming class project, he asked me if the guy that wanted to suck his cock was me or my brother. I was so surprised I didn't know how to answer. But I recovered before he changed his mind and told him that Lenny and I had both tried it, did each other once in a while, and that either of us would do it for him. Just as Lenny had thought, Mark didn't want anything to do with Lenny at first, but decided that he might try letting me do it. It was another week after that before he followed me home from school and let me suck him and almost a year before he did me or let Lenny suck him. But after that, he became a regular too.
That pretty much set the routine for the next few years. Though Mark cut off my access to his prick after a couple of years, we remained friends all the way through High School graduation and renewed our friendship - on a personal basis - several years later. My interest in same-sex sex also waned as I got older and started dating girls. Lenny and I continued to pleasure each other, but that too changed. If there was anything I found fault with as far as Lenny was concerned, it was the liberties he took with the truth, especially if he was bragging about his sexual exploits. I eventually formed the opinion that Lenny's sex life was likely to be the exact opposite of what he told me.
When Jack or any of the other guys in Lenny's small clique of friends, or one of the girls he dated, were taking care of his sexual needs, I was very likely to be ignored unless I just about begged him to let me suck him. However if he wasn't getting any, he was likely to come to me with the most outrageous stories, thinking that hearing those stories were necessary for me to get turned on enough to suck him off.
As a result, his senior year, when he came back from a football trip and told me he'd had sex with half the opposing school's football team, I thought it had to be another of his bullshit stories. But then, as I listened to him, I realized there was a very good chance it was true.
Lenny had made friends that semester with a new student that had just transferred in from out of town. They were in band together, both played cornet, and from day one, Palmer had been pretty open that he was gay. When Lenny let Palmer know he enjoyed guys too, Palmer became his new best buddy.
The school Palmer had previously gone to was the same one their current school was playing and Palmer had at one time or another sucked or been fucked by half the team. When he bragged to Lenny that he was sure he could make it happen for both of them, Lenny had challenged him to do it and to Lenny's surprise, Palmer had made good on his promise. It wasn't quite half the team, but at least a dozen of the guys had taken turns dumping their loads in their old fag friend Palmer, or Palmer's friend, or both. When a short time later I met Palmer and he all but begged me to fuck his ass, I was certain the whole story was true.
After Lenny graduated he went in the Navy and would send me letters, NEVER to be seen by our parents, about his sexual activities. Some involved guys he was stationed with and others were adventures he had with women and to hear him tell it, they were falling all over him wherever he went. I had a feeling that most of those women were paid for their time, but I didn't say anything.
As for me, my next perverted adventure wasn't with Mark, but with a girl when I got to high school that got me interested in a new aspect of sex. Sharon had my lustful attention from the moment she walked into class and took the seat beside me to my right. She had this darling way of leaning forward, putting her chin in the palm of her right hand with her elbow on her desk, and giving me an awesome view into her blouse. I quickly got to where I could recognize most of the bras she wore and by the time I worked up the nerve to ask her out, she had me totally in her control. She told me where we were going, what time we were going, and what I'd be allowed to do afterward. On our third date, she told me, "If you behave yourself tonight, I'll let you play with my tits. The way you've been burning holes in them with your eyes, I know you want to do that."
When I told her that I thought she wore beautiful bras, she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh my God, you're just like my brother Andy."
I had no idea what she meant by that, but as we continued to see each other, I found out. Her little brother Andy had become a freak of some sort, wanting to wear her lingerie. She told me that Andy liked to call himself "Andrea" and that she often came home after school to find he'd already gotten dressed in her clothes and was running around the house pretending to be a girl. The more she talked about it, the more it excited me. With Lenny gone and Mark turned straight, I hadn't had a cock to suck in a couple of years. I almost lost interest when she told me Andy was only twelve, since she and I were both seventeen, but then I remembered that's how old I'd been when Lenny and I had started and suddenly the five years difference didn't seem like quite so much.
To be honest, I'd started to tire of Sharon and her bossy attitude, however after meeting Andy, I continued to see Sharon as an excuse to get to know her little brother. I'd come to the same conclusion that she had the night she remarked that her little brother should have been born a girl, that he was too cute to be a boy. I finally got a chance to remark to Andy that Sharon had told me about Andrea' and that I'd like very much to see Andrea the next time Sharon would be gone. He seemed nervous, but a week later my phone was ringing when I got home from school and it was Andrea' telling me he hoped I could come over.
For the next year, I met Andrea either at their house when Sharon was gone or he'd come to my house and bring some of his sissy clothes to wear. Then he'd prove to me that he knew what a girl was supposed to do to keep her man happy, eagerly gulping down my jism, and just as eagerly, he'd let me suck his `pussy pole' as he liked to call it. It wasn't until years later that it occurred to me that it had to be Sharon that was the one that had taught him to do all those things.
After I graduated, like Lenny, I went in the military but I chose the Air Force instead of the Navy. I went through basic at Lackland AFB in San Antonio and heard stories about some places in town that were off limits to airmen that were gay clubs with drag shows. If we'd had anything like that back in Topeka, I hadn't heard of it and while I really wanted to visit one, I wasn't about to get in trouble even before my hair grew back out. But I lucked out. After training at Sheppard AFB, they sent me back to Randolph AFB, just outside San Antonio, and after investing most of a paycheck in a fake ID, I was able to get into those clubs I'd heard about.
This was long before, "Don't ask, don't tell," and more what I'd describe as, "Don't dare let anyone find out." I was sure I wasn't the only guy in the barracks that had an interest in gay sex, but everyone was very nervous about showing it. I soon discovered that the drag queens took some getting used to, but could be a lot of fun. It was almost hilarious to listen to them squeal with delight when they found out I was willing to suck them too. They were used to being used by a guy to get off and then left to their own devices. When the word spread that I loved pantied cock, my stock rose appreciably among those effeminate young men. I was almost swarmed by them when I'd walk in a club.
I also discovered, during a weekend at the R & R center at a nearby lake, that the guy in the room next to mine enjoyed sucking a dick every bit as much as I did. That was a lot more convenient and a lot less dangerous than those bi-monthly trips to the drag shows, but I never completely gave up the girly-boys.
The guy from the room next-door in the barracks was Tim or Tom Watson. First names weren't used much in the Air Force. Watson had just the opposite view of those young fairies I'd come to enjoy. In his opinion, they were silly and a waste of time. He much preferred older, more mature men, like the uncle that had taught him to suck cock and take it up the ass. Watson went with me to see one of the drag shows and it left him cold. But that didn't keep us from enjoying each other. The way it began was like this.
The R & R center I mentioned was about an hour's drive away and had a variety of sleeping arrangements. You could camp out in a tent if you wanted and could almost always get in on a moment's notice if you wanted to do that. The alternative, if you wanted to stay overnight, was to put your name on a waiting list to use one of the trailers. Watson and another guy had their name on the list and when their turn came up, the other guy already had a scheduled leave for that weekend for some family reunion thing. With nothing better planned, and because I'd spent most of my paycheck the previous weekend at a drag show, I volunteered to take the place of Watson's buddy.
The only supplies we brought with us was enough beer for the whole barracks. Neither of us knew the other had already been to the BX and stocked up for both of us. We started depleting that overstock as soon as we got there and by dark, we were pretty buzzed. I began to get the impression that Watson was a kindred soul when he told me that since we weren't in the barracks, he intended to sleep in the nude and might just stay that way all weekend. When I told him nude men didn't bother me at all, that got me a huge smile that spoke volumes. Then we started talking about camping experiences and he told me how he used to go camping with his uncle and dropped a remark about how his uncle knew how to have fun in a sleeping bag. So I told him about the camp where Lenny and I had gone out peeking in windows looking to watch some couple fucking and instead found two guys going after it. Without much effort, Watson coaxed me into telling him what Lenny and I did together back in our cabin and he told me how his uncle had taught him how to stay warm in a sleeping bag.
"I didn't see how getting naked would make us stay warmer," he told me. "Taking your clothes off to keep warm - it didn't make sense. But after we were cuddled up together and his cock got hard, I figured it out. We got warm in a hurry."
With all the acting skills I could muster, I looked puzzled and told him I didn't understand either and that maybe we should get naked so he could show me. He was more than happy to but first we turned out the lights - just in case there was someone going around looking in the windows. Then we helped each other undress in the dark and when his stiff prick popped free in front of my face, I took it to the root, proving immediately that I had lots of experience sucking those things. When he pulled a half used tube of KY out of his shaving gear, I knew he had some experience himself.
They say you never forget your first and that's partially true in that Watson was the first guy to fuck me and I can only remember his last name. Of all the things I'd done with guys up to that time, my goal had always been to get their cocks in my mouth and make them cum for me. A couple of the drag queens had wanted me to fuck them and I'd been happy to oblige as long as they let me suck their little (and sometimes not so little) dicks. Watson enjoyed a cock up the ass so much I had to try it. I decided it was okay and something I might enjoy occasionally, but I hated to think there was a drop of that delicious jism going someplace where I couldn't taste it.
Watson, in addition to planting his seed where I couldn't taste it, also planted the seed of an idea. One day, after sucking him off and savoring his cum, he teased me about liking the taste of cum so much that I probably ate out my girlfriends to get mine back after I fucked them. That was an idea I'd never thought of but the more the thought recurred to me over the coming months, the more anxious I became to try it.
Between Watson and an occasional girly-boy, that side of my life was well taken care of until Watson got out about two years later. We were both oners' and I still had a year to go on my enlistment when he left. In our unit, guys were either lifers' or `oners' depending on whether they intended to make the Air Force a career or stay for one enlistment. It was during that year after Watson left that I met and married Shirley Weisskopf, from a small German community not far from the base, and I got to test and taste Watson's idea. Licking my cum out of Shirley after we'd had sex proved to be fabulous, gave Shirley orgasms like she'd never had before, and eventually proved to be the undoing of our marriage - but at that point I think it was just a handy excuse.
Shirley's parents were not too happy that their little girl wanted to marry an airman instead of going to college, but she was over eighteen and headstrong and there wasn't much they could say to stop us. Personally, I think a lot of her dad's protests were to encourage us to run off somewhere, like to Mexico to get married so that he didn't have to pay for the big wedding Shirley and her mom had in mind. Then Shirley AND her parents weren't too happy when I decided I wanted to move back to Topeka after I got out of the Air Force. With all the aviation jobs available around San Antonio, she was sure we'd be staying there. But we were still `honeymoon happy' so she agreed to give Topeka a try and off we went.
I was sure once she got there that Shirley would love the area, but to tell the truth, after seeing the rest of the world, or at least a few towns in Texas, I had to agree with her - Topeka, Kansas really did suck. When I couldn't find work there, and with Shirley's bitching getting on my nerves as well as my folks, I decided to try my luck in Wichita and got hired on the spot. Shirley wasn't much happier in Wichita than she'd been in Topeka, but at least I had a good job, we had our own place, and I thought we could make a go of it. As I might have mentioned, wishful thinking never seems to work out for me.
We barely made it a month and for most of that month we argued half the time. She was determined she wasn't going to be happy until we were back in Texas. It was after one of our fights, when we'd made up, had sex, and were talking, that she found the excuse she was looking for. I could tell she was still looking for a fight, and pretty much kept my mouth shut. But then she remarked that as much as I liked to lick my cum out of her after we fucked that she was surprised I didn't prefer sex with men. I should have ignored her, but I guess I'd had enough of her too. I told her I did prefer men and that I'd met a few that were a damn sight prettier than her and could suck a cock ten times better too. At her probing, I went on to explain about Andrea in my teens and the drag queens in San Antonio. I'd never mentioned any of that to her before and it came as a shock I'm sure. She didn't say much at the time, but I know that's when our marriage ended. About a week later I came home to find the apartment empty, my car gone, and Shirley with it.
She'd gone home to her parents and while we talked on the phone about possibly getting back together, she was filing an annulment to end our marriage, based on my statement that I preferred sex with men. The judge gave her back her maiden name and my car and that was the last I heard of Shirley Weisskopf.
Wichita, Kansas may not sound like the hotspot of sex, but let me tell you, for a guy in his twenties that liked sucking cock and fucking women, I was usually satisfied with what Wichita had to offer. If by chance I did get bored, I could go to Kansas City or Las Vegas for a few days. But that was seldom necessary. I was beginning to travel quite a bit for the company, usually to major cities, and most had a hangout for sissy boys if you looked hard enough - or maybe that should be if you were hard enough to want to look. By the time my 10 year high school reunion rolled around and I ran into Mark again, the timing was perfect.
In the five years I'd been at Beechcraft, I'd quickly moved from a production position into working at the service center and had recently become a tech rep, with a lot of traveling involved. Mark was also in a position that required a lot of travel so we started off with war stories about missed flights and layovers in dingy motels and food that we wouldn't want to feed to a dog. I was staying with my parents for the reunion and Mark had gotten a hotel room for the weekend, so after the official festivities, we went back to his room to continue our conversation. Eventually we got around to mentioning what we'd both been thinking of all night - the sex we'd had in our early teens. I figured I had nothing to loose by being honest, so I told him that while he'd stopped, and that I'd indicated to him back then that I had too, I never had and that I'd had as many men in my bed as women over the last ten years.
Mark laughed and told me he'd been certain after he began dating that he'd never want to have sex with a guy again but admitted he'd thought about it, "Long and hard," he added, making it a joke. Then he told me about an incident with his ex-boss in Vegas that had changed his mind.
Mark and his boss had decided to take a weekend off in Las Vegas. Mark said his boss was a real prick and especially when he'd been drinking. Just about the time that Mark had been beginning to enjoy his first night in sin city, his boss had started a fight with a couple of cowboys, got his ass kicked, and had gotten all three of them thrown in jail. Apparently, from what Mark told me, you could get away with just about anything in Vegas with the exception of being rowdy and starting fights. That was bad for tourism. I'd been there a couple of times, but had kept my mouth shut unless there was a cock in it, and had never thought about much else.
Mark said he'd tried to get the guys wife to wire the money to bail him out, but that she'd refused and told Mark to, "Let the bastard sit there and rot." The bail was some huge amount that Mark didn't have so he told his boss there was nothing he could do and that he'd have to stay in jail until his Monday morning court appearance - unless he wanted to plead guilty and pay a huge fine. In that case, he could get out in a day or so.
Mark said the guy began screaming at him and telling him he was fired, so Mark walked out, went back to their hotel, and decided to enjoy the weekend. He said a short time later he was sitting downstairs at the casino bar and telling his story about his boss getting arrested to a guy and the guy agreed that Mark had done the right thing. The guy was an attorney from Utah and explained how tourism controlled Vegas. He told Mark that the local cops might write you a ticket for walking down the street smoking a joint - if they even bothered to notice. But start a fight or do anything else that might hurt tourism and you'd be doing jail time for sure. Mark said that before he realized the guy was coming on to him, he was telling Mark how Vegas was the greatest place in the world to come to for any kind of sex and how he'd never find a better time or place to try something new. When the guy invited Mark back to his room, Mark said he was pretty sure what the guy had in mind. And when the guy came out of the bathroom after a few more drinks, hard and naked, Mark was certain.
I didn't miss the similarity in his story and our present situation and I asked Mark if that's why he's invited me to his room. He just laughed, gave me that silly grin of his and shrugged his shoulders. "I was hoping," he said, rubbing his crotch suggestively and eyeing mine. A month later, Mark moved to Wichita and became my roommate.
The next five years were about the best I think a guy that age could have. We were just that right age that we could date young college women from Wichita State or horny older married or divorced women and we always had each other in between. We were open to any and all ideas and there wasn't much we didn't try at some time during those five years, including sharing both men and women. We both loved to do what we called, "The Spit," where we had a cock up our ass and one down our throat and sort of resembled a chicken on a bar-b-cue spit, as if the two `rods' were connected. Finding women that wanted to try that too was incredibly easy for us and led to my next fling at perversion.
Linda Mason and Laura Dunlop were the first sisters I'd met and dated. They were both older than me and Linda, the one I dated first, was the older of the two. They both worked in the print shop at Beechcraft and the job I was doing at the time required me to work with them occasionally.
When a new model plane is built, someone writes down the step-by-step procedure used to assemble it. Then to create a service manual, they use those written notes and reverse them. If something is assembled by first installing part A' and then part B' and then part C' etc, the service manual, when it first comes out, will say to take off, C', then B' and then remove A'. Well sometimes in the field, for one reason or another, that doesn't always work out right. When one of the dealers would call about having a problem, my job was to go there, resolve the problem, and make any necessary changes in the service manual. That meant writing up the new instructions and turning them into the print shop, proofing them when they were done, getting the engineers and the FAA's approval, and eventually getting the changes sent to all the dealers. Sometimes the most minor change would take me six trips to the print shop. As a result, I'd gotten to know both Linda and Laura well before I asked either of them out.
As I said, they were both older and while that didn't bother me, I had all the sex I could handle. But then one day I heard one of the guys talking about Linda being able to, "Suck a golf ball through a garden hose," or something like that. It was enough to pique my interest, if only because I was always looking to learn new tricks. I decided that maybe Linda knew something that I didn't and it wouldn't hurt to find out. Actually, it would be fun to find out and I could use it on Mark, who always appreciated my thirst for knowledge - as well as my other thirst for cum.
However, after I'd taken Linda out a few times, I discovered I was really attracted to her sister Laura and I guess it showed because it was Linda that suggested that I ask out Laura; that she felt the same way about me. The feeling was truly mutual, and we were soon seeing each other exclusively - with the exception that I was also keeping a smile on Mark's face. On a couple of occasions we had Mark join us in my room, but I never let on to her that Mark and I were having sex too.
What really got me going was when I met her little boy Paul. He was cute as a button and when I mentioned that to his mom, I almost cum in my pants when she told me he was even cuter dressed up as Paula and how he'd been doing that a lot lately and that she suspected he might be having sex with a couple of older boys in the area.
Every bone in my body, including the one in my pants, told me that being sexually involved with the young man was wrong. Eventually I had a chance to see Paul dressed as Paula and had to agree. To my perverted mind, I thought he was beautiful, but couldn't see how I could do anything with him without causing serious problems. That didn't keep me from fantasizing about it though.
Then a series of coincidences occurred - the kinds that are life changing. The company Mark worked for got bought out by another larger company and he was offered a promotion if he'd move to the West coast. At almost the same time, out of the clear blue, a head-hunter contacted me on behalf of a new and growing airline and offered me a position at their service center in Dallas. I was really hung up on Laura at the time (and yes, her son Paul too), so I asked her to move to Dallas with me and she accepted. By then she'd been living with her sister for a few years and their relationship was getting strained so it was a good move for everyone.
Laura found a job before we'd found a place to live, so we picked an apartment complex that was easy for us both to get to work and where they were supposed to have pretty good schools for Paul. He and I started getting close almost as soon as we got to Dallas, with him always riding with me to the store or on other errands for his mom. I was disappointed that he didn't wear one of his cute little nightgowns to bed or around the house and when I told him again how cute he looked as Paula and how I'd love for him to dress that way, he found out where his mom had packed his things and began dressing up again, crawling in bed with me the next morning as soon as his mom had gone, wearing his favorite nightie and lipstick.
There was no way I could have stopped myself, especially after he grabbed my hard cock with both hands and began begging me to let him suck it. I'd had sex with his mom before she left for work, but that didn't slow me at all. I thought that I'd been the all-time biggest cum slut ever when I'd been that age because of how much I'd craved the jism of Lenny and later, his friend and then mine. But I have to admit, I think Paula was better. Maybe it was just my perverted mind, but it seemed to me he had the sweetest cum I'd ever tasted.
It had been inevitable. From our first moment alone together, we'd talked about sex. Even before we'd moved to Dallas, he'd sat on my lap, wiggled his ass to get me hard, and would get a boner too. Once I'd put my fingers around it through his pants and he'd damn near shot off. So you can be certain it was a subject at the top of the list for both of us. As our discussions became more explicit, I told him about the things I'd done with my older brother when I'd been his age and to be honest, I gave him the impression that my older brother was much older. He told me about his buddies back in Wichita and I damn near came in my pants when he bragged about swallowing their cum and piss.
That was one perversion I'd yet to try. My Air Force buddy, Watson, had mentioned he'd done that but he'd never offered to try it with me and for some reason, I'd been reluctant to just tell him I wanted to. I'd been curious since the night one of my little drag-queen friends had joked at the club about how she and another `girl' had gotten drunk and pissed all over each other. Then a few years later, Mark had mentioned that one of the men he'd known in between the lawyer from Utah and running into me again had been a piss freak and had wanted Mark to pee on him and in his mouth. I told Mark I'd love to try that too, but Mark thought it was too perverted and didn't want to.
So once Paul told me that he'd done that with his friends, I think I was actually jealous. Here was a kid, nearly twenty years younger, and he'd done something I still hadn't tried. It didn't take long to change that. We spent the morning sucking cum and drinking each other's piss.
Then when I told him he could be my little girl any time he wanted and that his mom would be my big girl, he began telling me how he'd found his old diapers and how he used to wear diapers and wet them all the time. Wow! I couldn't help but think how good his little peter would taste if he'd been wearing a wet diaper all night and told him so. He wasn't sure how he could get away with that, and said he didn't have any diaper pins, but my dirty old mind was already at work to solve those problems.
The diaper pins was an easy problem to solve. I took Paula to the store with me and he was happy to go out to the store dressed that way. He told me about his cousin, Linda's daughter Angie, and how Angie used to dress him in her clothes and take him shopping to the mall and such. Convincing Laura that he should wear diapers to bed at night was nearly as easy.
I called her at work and told her that Paul had come to my room, crying because he'd wet the bed. I told her that he'd said it had happened a couple of times since we'd moved but he'd been able to hide it from her and didn't want me to say anything. Then I suggested that it was probably some sort of a stress issue brought about by the move and that maybe we should diaper him at night for a short while until he'd gotten over it. Then just to be sure, I reminded her we'd rented some of the furniture and that we'd have to buy the mattress on his bed if it was stained. She readily agreed that diapering Paul was a good idea.
What followed was a year or so of bliss for this old pervert. Like that first morning together, because of the difference in hours we worked, many more mornings followed where `Paula' was climbing in my bed in his soggy diaper within an hour of his mom climbing out. There was no end to the things we tried. One time, when his diaper wasn't wet yet, I peed in it for him. He loved that and everything else we tried. When he began talking about kids he went to school with and speculating about guys that might let him suck their cocks, I encouraged him to be careful, but give it a try. I was surprised how fast he found another sissy type kid to play with, but when he suggested we should have this boy Sean join us, I told him no. It was probably the only wise decision I made during my whole relationship with Laura and her son.
Then I screwed it all up and I'm talking major, big-time screw-up. First, when Paul began showing an interest in girls, I encouraged him to pursue them, but cautioned him about letting them know about Paula or Paula's activities. I told him I still hadn't told his mother about my bisexual side, even though I knew she and her sister had both been bisexual and that I was sure she'd be okay with it. My concern was that if she knew how much I loved cock, she might not want Paul to be around me if she wasn't there.
That got him asking about details of what his mom and I did sexually and the more detail I went into, the more he wanted, until he was asking questions like exactly what did her pussy look and taste like and did her pee taste different than mine. Not long after I'd tasted Paula's piss, I'd coaxed his mom into letting me taste hers and we were now doing that fairly regularly. I could tell what Paula was leading up to and not at all surprised when he finally said he wished he could watch us have sex so he'd know what to do if a girl let him.
I'd heard versions of that `watch' story and he'd already told me how his cousin Angie had used that line to share some cock with him. I knew what he really wanted was to have sex with both of us and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I had a hunch, if I asked at the right time, and put it the right way, like we owed it to Paul to see to it that he didn't learn the wrong things from the wrong people, making it a purely educational responsibility as opposed to the incestuous sex it really was, that she might go for it. I guessed wrong.
I believe we'd been in Dallas about eighteen months at the time and for well over a year, `Paula' had become a somewhat steady visitor in the house. He didn't do it all the time or with any sort of fixed regularity that I could tell. It was much like the sex we had and while many of the cycles ran together, there were time when he wasn't dressing as Paula around the house and would only come to my bed in lingerie or diapers. Other times, he might be dressed as Paula for a day or too and then join me in bed completely naked. Most of the time though, it was the young sissy Paula that I enjoyed.
Laura had a live and let live attitude about most everything including her son's desire to be a part-time girl. So we treated it like it didn't mean anything to us, one way or the other. If Paul sat down at the diner table in a blouse and skirt with his face made up, we called him Paula and I'd secretly hope that meant he'd be horny in the morning. As he continued to do it, and was getting older and more mature by the day, we joked about finding a boyfriend for Paula. Of course Laura didn't know Paula was having sex with me and I think when she joked about it, she was trying to gauge his sexual preference. So far he hadn't declared himself in either direction. He was definitely showing signs of interest in the opposite sex, and that confused Laura, since she was assuming if that happened, he wouldn't have any desire to dress as the opposite sex. As we were to both learn as the years went along, that has nothing to do with it.
Then came the evening of my super screw-up. A friend of Laura's from work had given her a recipe for making some kind of kick-ass sangria punch. It was the same friend that would occasionally supply Laura with a baggie of pot, a habit she'd picked up back in Wichita from one of the men she'd dated before she met me. Pot made sex seem even better for both of us and we were both open to anything that made for sexual fun.
The first mistake I made was not following the recipe for the Sangria. In addition to fruit and red wine, it was supposed to have a pint of vodka to give it more kick. Paul and I had been in a discussion about him joining him mom and me in bed and I had it in my mind that if she was stoned and drunk, she'd go for it and after the ice was broken, it could become a regular thing. So I substituted a pint of Everclear, pure alcohol, for the vodka and then, even though I knew how strong it was, proceeded to get drunker than she was; drunk enough that I mistook the stoned grin on her face to be approval. So did Paul.
I'd already hinted that maybe that was the night that we could make things happen and that he should dress as pretty as possible. Then after our little party started, we let Paula have a sip of our drinks and it didn't take much to make him start acting goofy. At first it was really humorous and of course we had to tease him a little. Then I teased him again about finding him a boyfriend and he stunned his mom by telling her he already had one. To quickly get him off that subject, before he let it slip that he had two and I was one of them, I joked that in that case, we needed to find him a girlfriend.
Almost on cue, he said he really liked girls, but that he was afraid of them because he wouldn't know what to do if he had a girlfriend. He told us that the `birds and bees' talk he'd gotten from his Aunt Linda had been a help, but that there was a whole lot he didn't understand and his friends in school weren't much help. So I suggested that maybe his mom and I should show him; that he should join us in bed the next time we had sex.
Paula looked to his mom to see what she had to say and she just sat there, stoned and smiling. He took that to mean she approved, and he came over, sat in my lap, and wiggled his butt on my hardening cock. When Laura still didn't react, he twisted around to where she couldn't see what he was doing, and the next thing you know, the little sissy had my cock out of my pants, hard as a rock, and he was stroking it with what was obviously a practiced hand. Then with one more quick glance at his mom, he lowered his head, gave it a kiss, and began to suck the knob. That's when all Hell broke loose.
In about a heartbeat, she was up out of her chair, knocked him away from me, and then lit into me, kicking, screaming, scratching, and calling me all the names I deserved. Then she told me that if I didn't get my clothes and get out - that instant - that she'd call the law and have me arrested. She'd suspected for some time that Paul and I might be having sex, but had found it easier to deny her suspicions than act on them. But when she'd seen how comfortable Paula and I had been and how nonchalantly we'd begun having sex in front of her, she was sure her suspicions were true and it was time to act; stoned or not.
Eventually we got back together but our relationship - especially the trust part - was gone. She went through mood swings where Paul and Paula were concerned. During the time I was gone, she'd gotten him to confess everything that he'd told me and everything that he and I had done together. I'd tried to use the same rational that I'd used on myself to justify what I'd done with Paul - that it was better he learn from someone he knew and trusted than from some stranger. Sometimes she accepted that as me being a help to him and other times I was a pervert, molesting her innocent child. Even when I reminded her that he'd been far from innocent, I was still the ogre.
A few times, when she was in the accepting mode, she actually encouraged Paula to join us and one night the two of them took turns sucking my cock. Then she seemed awed to watch me suck Paula's. Later, with just the two of us in our room, Laura had me go over all the things from my childhood that I'd told Paul and he'd relayed to his mom. When I finished, she agreed that with my background it was natural for me to have a fondness for young sissy boys. While I admitted that the sissy part was true, I assured her that Paul was the only young sissy I'd had since I'd been that age myself and then told her about the times I'd gone to gay bars looking for drag queens and admitted everything.
That seemed to mellow everything out even more, but she did tell both of us that we weren't ever to have sex again under any circumstances. We put up with that for a few weeks and then she came to me, concerned because Paul had been out late while I'd been at work, and told me she was afraid that if she didn't let him have sex with me, that he'd go out looking and as I'd hinted, find the wrong guy that might harm him.
Our see-saw relationship lasted a couple of months at most, and one morning, while Paul was in school and we were home together having sex, she asked me if I thought there was any point in continuing our relationship. By mutual consent, we agreed that there wasn't and before Paul came home, I loaded all my things in my truck and moved out.
I suppose for the first several months after that I was depressed by it all. For a long time I didn't want to have sex with men or women or boys either. To fuel my masturbatory fantasies, I located a couple of adult book stores and after discovering one had glory holes, added getting my cock sucked to jacking off. Eventually I couldn't resist the urge to do the sucking and soon after giving in to it, became somewhat of a regular, making occasional visits to the glory holes, sucking a few cocks, getting mine sucked, and then getting my mind off it for a week or two.
While looking at the books and magazines, one evening when things in the back were slow, I came across one for people with fetishes in the State of Texas. On a lark, I bought a copy and discovered the Dallas - Ft. Worth area was a Mecca for kinky sex. Soon I'd made contact with several men and couples where the guy was a bisexual sissy. Even more amazing than guys in lingerie were the ones that admitted they were into pee play and wearing and wetting diapers. I had no idea that was such a big interest. And that's how I wound up marrying my wife Karen.
No, I didn't answer her ad in "Fetish Mates" nor did she answer mine, though ironically, at one time we both had one in there. When the airline had finally got around to telling me exactly why they'd hired me it was in relation to their projected growth. They couldn't have a repair shop at every place where they flew into, or were expecting to fly into, with the proposed upcoming de-regulation. However there would be times when some problem would occur that a local mechanic or avionics tech could fix and my job was to contact people at each location, assess their skills and training needs, and to set them up as contract labor should the need arise. While I had all the knowledge and experience I needed in the area of picking and training people, I had none at all from the human resources standpoint. So they assigned me someone in the main office of HR to work with and that someone turned out to be Karen.
When I first met her, she was still married and I was still with Laura. It was over two years later that I found out she'd been divorced for several months and began to take an interest in her. The minute I realized I was falling for her, and remembering my relationship with Laura, I got this very blank look from Karen when I asked, "You don't have any teenage boys do you?"
She didn't, but I found out there were other similarities to Karen besides the fact that I'd met her at work. She had a sister.
I began dating Karen and quickly we were sleeping together. One night at my apartment, she found my old copies of "Fetish Mates" as well as some other books I'd brought home. Several of them were She-Male books with pictures of transsexuals and her first guess was that I was secretly one of those.
I told her that I wasn't, but enjoyed sex with them and that seemed worse. While I didn't want to look bad in her eyes, I also remembered the problems I'd had because I hadn't been up front and honest with Laura. So I told her the truth - all of it. Beginning with Lenny and everything that had happened to me right up to that moment, including how I'd found cross-dressers and guys in diapers for sex through "Fetish Mates" and how I loved to go to the glory holes to suck cock when I couldn't find it anywhere else. I kept expecting the next revelation to be the one that sent her screaming out the door, but it didn't.
I'm sure it took most of that evening to tell her the whole story and she just kept encouraging me to tell her more, sometimes by making me pause to act out something I'd told her about. I was really going out on a limb to trust her and hoped none of it would wind up in my personnel folder at work. However when I got to talking about pee play, she chided me for not telling me about that earlier and promptly paused our discussion so she could take me in the bathroom. Of course that led to more sex and after we'd cleaned up and got back to my monolog, she asked, picking up one of the issues of "Fetish Mates" and turning to one of the pages, "If you enjoy pee play so much, why didn't you answer this ad?"
The one she was pointing out to me was a female couple in the Dallas area that was looking for submissive men that liked to be peed on. I'd noticed that ad, but I was more interested in male/female couples. Then I noticed that the ad was in one of the earliest issues I had. As quickly as she'd found the ad and considering how much she'd enjoyed what we'd done in the bathtub, each of us enjoying a golden shower and fountain from the other, I asked if the ad was hers.
"Sort of," she answered. "Barbara put the ad in there and I was the other half of the `female couple'. Barbara and I were neighbors and lovers the whole time I was married. If it wasn't for her, I'd have gone crazy. The dick I married was a lot of fun before we got married, but after the wedding, I was now his wife and his wife wasn't supposed to act like the slut he'd enjoyed before we got married."
That was the first time I'd heard a woman say that. Many times I'd heard a man make the same statement; that his wife had been awesome in the sack until they got married and then they felt that as a wife and mother, they had to conform to some image of June Cleaver or something.
When I nodded in understanding, she went on. "That asshole ate pussy as good as you before we were married, but not once after our honeymoon. And he thought it was disgusting that I wanted to suck his dick. Can you imagine such a thing?"
I couldn't and meant it. "No. I can't. Not at all," I told her, totally serious.
It made her laugh. "I guess not. Not after what you've told me. There was a rumor about you at work that you were gay. I think one of those cocks you sucked at a glory hole belonged to a guy form work and he recognized you. You obviously love cock and cum and I think I knew that the first time we had sex and you went down on me afterward. Barbara is the only other person that has ever eaten cum out of me. No man ever did that before. For your information, I was dating two other guys back when you did that and you're the only guy I've gone out with since then."
I took that to be quite a compliment. But I'd also caught the part about only guy' and asked. "You said, only guy' instead of only person. Can I assume that means you and Barbara are still close friends?"
"Very close," she said with a grin.
Then I asked how she'd gotten into it and the next few hours were all hers, as I listened and learned about her sister Adele and how diapers and pee play and a sissy neighbor had been a huge part of their childhood.
But that too, is another story . . . .
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