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Seduced by Married Couple
By
Wolf
I had sucked some cocks as a youngster but stopped when I learned that guys were called fagots when I became a teenager. I repressed my sexual desire all the way through high school and college. I turned twenty-one late in my senior year of college. I was going to graduate from the University of California at Berkeley. I had heard gays talking about how much fun they had hitting the gay bars across the bay in San Francisc.
I was shy and was concerned about being recognized. It took me several months to work up the nerve to take the bus across the Bay Bridge to San Francisco one day. I figured I would check out a couple of gay bars during the early afternoon, so there would be fewer men in the bars. A quick check of Google Maps on my computer I found four bars just off the bus liner. They were in the order of the closest: Lone Star Saloon, Hole in the Wall Saloon, Oasis, and San Francisco Eagle Bar.
I figured that it would be no problem to walk to all-of the bars. Having just turned twenty-one and looking like a blonde headed high school kid that was too young to even shave, I figured that I would be carded in every bar,
I arrived at the Lone Star Saloon about 4:00 pm and it took me a moment before my eyes to adjust from the sunlight outdoors to the dim lighting in the bar. It smelled of stale beer, alcohol, and cigarette smoke. I made my way to the bar and sat on a stool and ordered a Miller draft beer.
Just as I had suspected, the bartender asked to see my ID. He smiled at me, having verified that I was just a couple of months past my twenty-first birthday. He made the comment: "Happy Birthday!" Before drawing my beer.
While I sipped my beer, I used the mirror behind the bar to check out the bar and who was there. There were only a few men there. They looked like old retired drunks for the most part. One old man that was sitting at the end of the bar moved over to take the stool next to me.
I quickly assumed that he was an old retired longshoreman. I didn't find him attractive, but didn't feel comfortable shining him off. He began by saying: "I haven't seen you in here before."
I said: "I just graduated from Cal, with business and engineering degrees. I took the bus over the bridge to celebrate.
He was beginning to tell me about all the years he had been a merchant marine. When a couple entered the saloon.
I saw that the man was about 5-feet 7-inches and was average build and he had a full head of hair that was white as snow, and his wife was taller and even heavier than him. Her hair was as white as his. Just the same, both has youthful looking faces. The man sat on the stool to my left and his wife sat next to him.
The man said: "Your new to this place, do you know that this is a gay bar?"
I was reluctant to admit to a married couple that I had looked up gay bars before coming to San Francisco. I simply said: "I heard something about the place."
He asked me a few more questions and learned from me about my majors, and that I was from Bakersfield. He was dominating the conversation, so the merchant marine moved back to the end of the bar,
While the man was talking to me, he placed his hand on my left thigh and squeezed the muscles. He told me: "My name is Bill and my wife is Beth. I looked over to see if his wife had seen what her husband was doing. Before I told him that my name was James.
She smiled at me and got up and moved around to sit on the stool to my right side. They were telling me about them being retired from the City Planning Department. While he was telling me all about how they had met at work and their life together. She placed her hand on my right thigh, and her hand moved up to rest on the bulge in my pants. I was embarrassed that I had no control over the fact that I was getting a boner.
He even brought me a second beer as we talked. While we were talking, a few men came and went. Suddenly Bill asked: "It is going to get noisy in here pretty-soon. Why don't you come home with us before some filthy drunk makes a pass at you?"
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't tell them that I was there looking to be picked up by a man. I felt like I had to accept their offer or they would suspect the truth about why I was there.
We left the bar and took the bus going south to the hills to an old residential community. The homes that had garages were single car garages. The street going up the hill went to the west and the homes were built at a right angle to the streets. All-of the old homes had windows facing east to get the morning sun. As soon as we entered their home, Bill asked me if I would like a beer. Before I even responded, Beth headed to the kitchen and returned with three cans of beer. Bill and I were sitting on the sofa and Beth sat on the 'Lazt Boy' recliner. While we sipped our beers, Bill was asking me about my degrees and offered to put me in contact with the personnel director of the City Planning Department. His questions slowly became more personal. He finally asked me why I had selected that particular-bar to frequent.
I finally felt comfortable telling them my story. I told them that I had been happy suck my friend's dicks as a youth but when I was about thirteen, I quit when I found out that guys that sucked cocks were called Queers. I didn't do anything through high school and college. I knew that there was a large gay community at Cal, but I was afraid to get involved. After I took my last final exam, I figured that I would cross the bay and see if I could find a suitable man to have my first gay experience with an adult. I had checked Google Maps on my computer for gay bars in the area and found the four bars close to the bus route. I come from Bakersfield and grew up with a lot of Okies and Texans, so I figured that I would find someone in the Lone Star Saloon that I would be comfortable with. When you and your wife invited me home with you, I was too shy to admit that I was looking for a man to have sex with.
Bill smiled: "When we saw you, Beth and I knew that you were a young innocent, that was probably your first time in a gay bar. She gave me the nudge to let me know that she approved of you and wanted me to hit on you.
It surprised me that his wife would approve of him having sex with a man. At that moment Bill wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth. That was when I became aware of how warm the house was. I was wearing wool pants, a cable knit sweater over a sports shirt. I was starting to get over heated. I was about to ask if I could take off the sweater, but that wasn't necessary, because Bill started pulling the sweater up and over my head. My shirt and undershirt were warm and damp. Bill was busy unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off my pants.
I looked at Beth and she was reaching into the top of her dress and pulled out her breasts one at a time. When they were both out, she played with both nipples before lifting one up and sucking on the nipple.
Bill soon had me out of my shirt and lifted the front of my T-shirt up and pulled it over my head so that my arms were still in the sleeves and my chest was fully exposed. My chest and belly were hairless. He started licking and sucking on my nipples. I had a boner that was tenting up my pants.
When he placed his hand on my crotch, I feared that it would break if he bent it. I thought Beth would say something before he started unbuckling my belt, but she simply pulled up her dress and I saw that she was not wearing panties. Her pussy was covered with salt and pepper pubic hair and she was using her right hand to finger fuck her cunt while watching her husband undressing me,
Bill pulled my zipper down and fished out my scrotum along with my cock. He bent over and too my dick into his mouth and did a masterful job at sucking me off. I didn't know what to do with my hands and simply placed one hand on the back of his head and the other hand on his back. I couldn't take my eyes off-of Beth as she masturbated. I eventually came in Bill's mouth, and he swallowed all-of my-cum, and he licked my shaft clean and even licked the sweat off my balls. He hugged and kissed me while I recovered. I tasted my own cum when he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
Bill took that time to remove my shoes and socks before he pulled my pants and underwear free of my legs. I felt foolish sitting there totally naked, while he was fully dressed. He stood up and pulled me to my feet and led me to their bedroom. Beth followed us with her tits still hanging over the top of the bodice of her dress.
In their bedroom Beth sat on the vanity chair in front of her mirrored dresser, while her husband proceeded to take off his clothes. He had removed his jacket upon entering the house. Now he removed his shoes and socks before taking off his shirt and under shirt. I watched intently as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. He teased me a bit before pulling down his pants and stepped out of them. His cock was tinting out his underwear. He was wearing red bikini underwear.
I would have never suspected that he would be the type of man to wear sexy underwear. I was impressed with how well preserved his body was for a man his age. His manly chest had white hair on it and his belly was pretty-flat and just a little soft. My eyes were drawn to his crotch. He sported an impressive cock. It was more than six-inches long in its aroused state sticking out in front of his body. The dark colored circumcision scar was stretched out and the mushroom head had a thick roll around it, making it look like a helmet. His scrotum dangled between his legs looking like a rubber sack with two big marbles in it. His pubic hair was as white as the hair on his chest. I couldn't resist placing a fingertip on the head of his cock and pressing it down and watching as it sprang backup to the horizontal position.
He moved to stand in front of me as I sat on the bed. His cock was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and he shoved his hips forward and drove his cock deep into my mouth. He placed his hands on the sides of my head and fucked my mouth and stopped before he came in my mouth and had me lay on the bed on my right side. And he got on the bed behind me and spooned me. I knew what he wanted to do to me when he lifted my left leg up. I bent my knee and placed my foot on the bed. He used his hand to guide his cock between the cheeks of his ass and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.
I was apprehensive about what it was going to feel like when his cock penetrated my sphincter, and it involutory puckered tightly when I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole. The pain was like a baseball bat was being shoved up my ass. It couldn't have hurt more if he had been holding a blowtorch against my asshole.
Bill told me: "Jim you're going to have to relax. Beth had to learn to relax before she could take my cock up her ass as well. In the mean time you're going to have to endure the pain." With that he pressed his cock against my asshole and the sphincter had to stretch open and I had to endure the pain as his cock slid deep into my ass. With every thrust of his hips there was a jolt of pain but my asshole went numb. Bill eventually made one last thrust and stopped moving as his prostate emptied every-last drop of cum into my colon. He lay there behind me clinging to my right tit and kissing the back of my neck. At that point Beth got up and approached the bed.
Jim got up and made room for Beth. She got onto the bed behind me and assumed the Muslim prayer position on her knees with her head on the mattress. Her big wide butt was up in the air. Waiting for me to use it.
I had never fucked a woman or a man. I got on my knees behind her and looked at her butt. I was close enough to smell her asshole. And see her vagina under her asshole. Her labia were covered by gray hairs. I had my choice of which hole to fuck. I figured that it would be cleaner to fuck her pussy first. I guided my cock to her cunt and she told me that it felt wonderful.
I fucked her right up to the point of cumming before pulling out. Beth expressed her disappointment, but I repositioned my cock and sank it into her asshole.
She was singing my praises by the time I emptied my nut into her colon. When I pulled my cock out of her ass, Bill was right there to lick and suck my cock clean. He played with my cock until I developed another hardon and he assumed the Muslim prayerful position. I got behind him and guided my cock to his asshole.
I was amazed that my cock went into his old asshole with ease. While I was fucking Bill. He told me that he has been taking it up the ass for five decades. When I had my second orgasm it was only a couple of squirts, and Beth was right there with her mouth to clean my cock.
I spent the night with them and I ate her pussy and sucked his cock a couple of times and Bill rolled me up in a ball so that I was resting on my shoulders and the back of my neck, so that my butt was up in the air and my legs were dangling over my head. He wanted me in that position so that he could straddle my body and shoved his cock into my asshole. I was physically uncomfortable in that position but my asshole didn't hurt as much the second time. The three of us bathed together afterwards. Beth made us a delicious meal with a lot of carbohydrates to restore the energy we had expended. I slept between them and I fucked Beth's ass from behind while Bill fucked my ass one more time.
She fed me again in the morning before I caught the bus back across the bridge. My life had changed that evening and I joined the gay community on campus before applying for a job with the San Francisco City Planning Department. As soon as I mentioned Bill and Beth's names to the Personnel Director I was hired and invited to have a drink with him after working hours. I also met with my major advisor about going for my master's degree.
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