Mild to Wild, part 1
Other than changed names, this is the true story of how my sex life went from tame to wild.
My husband and I had been together for at least 10 years when this happened. Matt is a handsome guy—a couple inches shorter than average, with broad, muscled shoulders and short, sandy brown hair, a mustache and a sexy southern drawl. He's never been in the military, or even a gym, but he has a naturally solid build. One of my friends told me that Matt looks like a marine. His dick is about 8 inches long, but what you really notice about it is how thick it is. My fingers don't close around it when he's hard.
My name is Josh. I'm average height with dark hair and an athletic build that I have to work my ass off to keep. My job has me sitting in front of a computer all day, so I spend hours in the gym every week to stay in shape. I'm clean-shaven and people tell me I have a handsome face—I suppose I have good genes, because any time someone guesses my age, they always guess about 12 or 15 years younger than I really am.
Matt and I met online and we clicked and fell in love, but there's one problem in our relationship: We're both bottoms. We weren't at first... He was always a bottom, but I was very versatile. I always said that it didn't matter to me which role I took. I was equally happy to fuck or get fucked. That was true at the time, so for the first several years we were together I would snuggle up behind him in bed or lift his muscular legs up in the air, work my cock into his ass, and we would have a grand old time. My own dick is about 7 inches long and a little thinner than average so it's not hard to take and I got as much of his ass as I wanted.
But over the years, I changed. I found myself wanting to fuck less and get fucked more. Matt tried it a couple of times for my sake, but it was obvious that he really wasn't into it and that took the fun out of it for me too. After all, if you're going to get fucked, part of the fun is that the other man really wants to fuck you.
It led to a rocky period, without much sex, but we were a young gay couple and it didn't take us long to come up with the idea of having a three-way with a top. We started looking for guys online and that's when we really understood for the first time how different our tastes in men are. He only wanted to look at older daddy types (maybe because they're the opposite of me? I don't know) and I liked almost every top I saw. He only wanted white men and, again, I liked almost every top I saw—but dark-skinned guys of any race would go to the front of my line. He liked the idea of socializing and maybe eventually having something happen; I wanted to get used hard, and I was kind of hoping for some kinky shit to go down.
But I reigned it in and we found a guy he liked and who I was fine with. It's not too hard to find older white daddy tops who want to have a couple of younger bottoms to use at the same time. We had fun with him, but I learned about another difference between me and Matt—I thought it was incredibly hot to watch him get fucked by another man (that first guy was nicely hung, but I especially remember how it turned me on to watch his balls slapping against Matt's taint), but Matt didn't like watching me get fucked at all. Once again, Matt's discomfort took some of the fun out of the scene for me.
We tried a few more three-ways, but the results were the same: They were OK, but not really great. The guys were always more vanilla than I was hoping for and Matt didn't like seeing another guy on top of me. I was about to give up on the idea when we had our break-through: Two tops who were a couple found our profile.
I'm not going to lie: I had to do some fast talking to get Matt to agree. Their profile said "mild to wild," which didn't tell us much about what they were into. They were only a year or so older than us—not really his daddy type—plus having two couples gave it a whole new dynamic. They wanted us to come to their place, so we wouldn't have the security of being on our own home turf. He really only agreed when they suggested getting dinner to meet first with no pressure.
Long story short, we met Eric and Paul for dinner and they were great. They were both friendly and easy-going, and pretty easy on the eyes. Eric was taller and professional-looking with dirty blond hair, while Paul was average height with a dark, trim beard. He wore a shirt that did a good job of showing off his biceps too. After a few cocktails, I got Matt alone and it was pretty obvious that the vodka had done its job and his resistance was gone.
They took charge and paid the check without asking. I remember Eric making a suggestion that seemed casual at the time, but now I know was deliberate. "Why don't we have one of you ride in our car and one of us will ride in yours? We can show you the way to our place." He put his hand on the small of Matt's back—he made it look so natural, like he touched Matt that way all the time. "Come on, our car's over here."
I felt a thrill watching Matt walk off with another man, but Paul only gave me a second to enjoy that before he stepped in and put his arm around my shoulder. He was warm and strong, and all the sudden I wasn't thinking about Matt and Eric anymore. "Why don't I drive since I know the way," he said. I handed him my keys and led him to our car.
It was strange to suddenly be a passenger in our own car, but it was a little exciting too because it was another sign of what things were going to be like with this couple. It was only a few minutes to their house, but Paul had his hand on my leg before we made it out of the parking lot and he left it there the whole way. I found myself putting my own hand on his, and curling my fingers under his palm.
We live in Atlanta, and their house was a nice place on a wooded lot in the suburbs. They had a family room with two small white couches facing each other across a glass coffee table, and Eric gestured Matt to one of them while he made another round of drinks. Paul pulled me down beside him on the other couch, and put his arm around my shoulder. Across from me, Matt's eyes were wide with a combination of uncertainty and excitement. When Eric came back with the drinks, he sat down across from Paul and casually pulled Matt to lean back against him so he could reach his arm around and idly stroke Matt's muscular chest while he drank.
In no time, I could see Matt's nipples poking up through his t-shirt. That's always a good sign. Before that drink was half-gone, Eric was running his hand up under Matt's shirt, stroking his fuzzy stomach while he talked. Matt wasn't saying much, but I could see a big lump in his jeans.
It was Paul who suddenly took things to the next level. He tilted up his drink, polished it off and set the glass down with a clink. He grinned at Eric. "You guys look like you're pretty comfortable already. I'm gonna take Josh here and show him the rest of the house." He pulled me to my feet and steered me away, but he winked back at Matt and Eric. "This might take a while, so don't worry about us."
Of course, I only saw as much of the house as it took to get to the master bedroom, which was dominated by a king-sized sleigh bed. He didn't close the door, but backed me up against the bed and started kissing me. His close beard and mustache brushed at my lips and I melted into him. My nervousness was long gone and my dick was hard and cramped in my jeans at an uncomfortable angle. I leak gallons of pre-cum, and I didn't have to look down to know that there would be a wet spot soaking through.
Finally he came up for air and looked at me with a grin. "Damn, I'm glad we found you guys. You have no idea how much I need this." His eyes slid down my body. "I can't wait to see your ass. Let's get these clothes off you." He pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it away, and then shoved me back on the bed. In seconds, he had my shoes off and then he practically ripped my blue jeans off.
I was wearing a black jock-strap that I always thought made me look sexy. Apparently he agreed. "Holy shit," he said. He was standing over me, still fully clothed, looking down at me on his bed. "Matt's a cute guy, but I think I'm the one that won the jackpot this time around." I have to admit—that made me feel pretty good.
He climbed up on the bed and lay down on top of me with his whole body weight, pinning me down while he kissed me for a long time. He was a solid man and I was helpless under him and loving every second of it. He ground his crotch against mine and I could feel how hard he was even through his jeans. I felt even more naked because he was still dressed.
He tongued my ear and I squirmed. That's always been a hot spot for me. He moved down under my jaw into the hollow of my neck and started biting and sucking. His soft beard and his lips set me on fire and I was moaning and thrashing under him. He chuckled and pulled away and held my face while he stared into my eyes. "You're a firecracker, aren't you?" He ground his crotch into me and I groaned. "You want it bad, don't you?" he said.
I nodded frantically. I was panting for him by that point. He gave me a wicked grin and slowly pulled himself off of me. I reached for him, but he grabbed my hands lightly and pushed them down. "You just stay right there while I get these clothes off." But he leaned back in and suckled into my neck, biting and chewing hard and making me thrash with desire again.
He finally pulled himself away and ran his fingers down my throat with a smile. "Hope you don't mind a hickey. That's gonna be a good one." He held my chin and looked me straight in the eyes. "I like to mark my guys. Maybe someday you'll see another cute piece of ass with a love bite there, and you'll know you've both had me. Now just lay there."
He slipped off the bed and pulled his black t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor. His chest was full and muscled, and covered in fine black hair that gathered into a trail that I followed all the way down into his pants. He popped those buttons and slipped them down off his hips. He didn't have any underwear on, and his cock jumped up. It was beautiful—a good 8 inches or more, with a slight curve up toward him and a prominent mushroom head. There was no softness to it at all; it looked as solid as rock.
I was transfixed, watching it jump with his heartbeat. He grinned at me. "Are you ready for this?"
"Oh, God yes." I was flushed everywhere, and it was all I could do not to tackle him where he stood.
"Turn over on your stomach. I still haven't seen your sweet ass."
I rolled over so fast I could have got whiplash, and wiggled my ass in the air, framed by the straps of my black jockstrap. My dick was leaking like crazy and the pouch of my jock was sopping wet. "Oh, that's nice," he said. He climbed on the bed and grabbed my legs right under by ass. His hands were firm and hot and he pried open my cheeks to expose my hole. I felt his soft facial hair brush into my crack and I shivered with pleasure as his tongue probed lightly at my ass-lips. He chuckled again. "You like that, huh? There's nothing like a bottom that comes to it late. I can't believe you ever thought you were versatile." I wanted him to fuck me so bad that I couldn't believe it either.
He crawled up me and stretched out on me with his full weight again. His beautiful curved cock was nestled down in my ass cheeks and I felt its heat pulsing there. He nibbled and bit at my neck and ears again until I was panting with lust. "Are you ready for me to fuck you? I'm gonna take you from behind. I like to watch my dick open up your hole." I squeezed my ass-cheeks around his cock, but he just laughed. "No, say it out loud. Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Fuck yes. Please fuck me, Paul."
"Sweet." He slowly stroked his shaft back and forth in my crack and probed at my hole with his big head. He nestled it right into my hot opening and pushed just enough that I could feel myself starting to stretch open. He stopped, and put his mouth down against my ear. "Now yell it. I want Matt to hear you. I want him to know what I'm doing, and I want him to know that you want me to do it." He nudged his head a fraction of an inch more into me.
I nodded frantically. I have to admit that at that second I couldn't care less what Matt thought. I certainly didn't hesitate to do what Paul asked. "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME PAUL! FUCK ME!"
He laughed and bit my ear. "Nice. I'm pretty sure you're gonna hear him too when Eric splits him open." He spit in his hand and gave his dick a quick smear. "Now you're gonna get what you wanted." He gave a quick, hard shove and I moaned loudly when the fat head of his cock popped past my ring. He kept the pressure on, and slowly pushed in, taking his time to get into me, but never easing up or backing off to give me time to adjust.
I couldn't help myself. "Ooohhh... Oh Jesus, Paul! Oh god!"
Finally he bottomed out with his balls nestled against my cheeks. His cock was so hard it was like a hot piece of metal in my ass, but his nuts were soft and warm against me. "That's good, baby, that's good," he crooned. "I can't tell you how great your ass feels." He pulled away just as slowly as he had gone in, until just the head was caught by my ass-ring and then started the long, slow plunge back in.
He kept it up for a long time, laughing gently at my moans and helpless begging. I was totally out of control. I'd been fucked before, but no one ever gave me the relentless, long slow strokes that he was giving me. He encouraged it and kept complimenting my ass. "Holy shit, Josh. I've never had an ass that held onto me like yours. It's fucking sweet." And "You're gonna let me have this again, aren't you? You can't let me use this ass just one time." I babbled my consent to anything he asked.
Eventually he used his knees to kick my legs open. He shifted his weight to his knees and grabbed my hips to pull me back and up onto my hands and knees. "I want to see your hole take my dick." And then "Oh, fuck yeah, Josh. Your ass is amazing. Your ass-lips are dragging on my cock like they don't want to let it go. I need to get a picture of this for my collection." He grabbed his phone from the bed-stand and kept up his slow, steady fuck. I didn't think I could get any hotter, but the idea that there was a permanent record of the way he was using me set me off and I bucked my ass back against him.
"Heh. You like that, don't you? You like being used on camera? Maybe we should do that sometime— have you and Matt come over and get somebody to film you taking our dicks? We could show it to all our friends and make them jealous for the hot pieces of tail we picked up." I picked up speed, fucking myself back on his rock-hard cock. He laughed. "Guess that means yes."
Just then I heard Matt's wordless shout from another room. I love him, and my heart leapt for a quick second in alarm until the shout settled into a drawn-out wailing moan, punctuated over and over by "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Paul laughed. "Sounds like Eric made it in his ass. You should be proud of your husband— a lot of guys can't take Eric." He slowly dragged in and out of me again. "It's good that you've decided to take cock instead of give it, `cause Matt wouldn't even be able to feel you after Eric gets done stretching him out."
He shoved me back down on my stomach, following me down with his whole weight. He picked up the pace finally, settling into a hard rhythm. His hips smacked loudly on my ass with every powerful thrust, driving hoarse barks of breath out of me that mixed with Matt's steady exclamations from the other room. I don't remember everything after that, because I was so crazed with lust from the way he was using me. He fucked me silly, and landed several hard smacks on my ass. He bit and sucked on my neck, and pulled my head back by the hair.
Finally he switched into full jack-hammer strokes and panted into my ear. "Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Yell it so your husband can hear it."
I didn't hesitate. It wanted to yell it for the whole city to hear. "Fuck yes, Paul! CUM IN MY ASS! CUM INSIDE ME!"
His hips smacked into my ass-cheeks. "Good." Smack. "Boy." Smack. He groaned and his beautiful stiff cock spasmed inside me. I could literally feel it jumping as he sprayed me full of cum. I couldn't take it anymore, and my own orgasm rocked through me, filling my already wet jock with cum and making my ass clench down on his dick.
He kept it buried in me, holding me down with his weight while I bucked and gibbered. When I finally settled, he chuckled again. "I was right. You're a firecracker." He squeezed my ass gently with his hands. "Tighten your ass for me again. I want you to milk out every drop of my nut."
I did as he asked, squeezing my sphincter around his shaft while he slowly, slowly, slowly pulled away. Matt's wails had settled into a steady background moan. I felt the empty space Paul was leaving behind. He stopped when his plump mushroom head was the only thing still held by my ass-ring, and gripped the back of my neck lightly with his hand. "Before I pull out—you're gonna let me back in, right? I don't want this to be the only time I get to use your ass."
I was shaking with the intensity of my orgasm, but I still mustered a smile. "Let you? Fuck, I'm going to make you use me."
"All right then. That's what I wanted to hear." He gently popped his slowly softening cock out of me and stroked my back and shoulders when I sighed with disappointment. He eased me over onto my back and I looked up at him. A fine sheen of sweat was glistening on his chest and he looked genuinely tender as his eyes dragged up and down my body. "God damn, you're sexy," he said. He slid off the bed and offered me his hand. "Come on, you're gonna want to see this."