Literotic asexstories – Yeah Baby by SciFo,SciFo
This is a continuation of the story “Getting Pregnant Can be Fun” in which David, the main character, finds himself getting pulled more deeply into a sexual relationship with their wealthy gay friend Justin, their sperm donor, who has become quite assertive. At Justin’s suggestion David persuades his wife Amy to let him remain in St Croix in order to continue writing his novel, and of course to further explore his bisexuality.
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My head was spinning with how fast things were moving. My whole body felt alive, tingling with an unfamiliar excitement, like watching a thriller when suspenseful music lets you know that something dramatic is about to happen. I had accidentally discovered and unleashed a previously hidden reservoir of sexual desire in myself — for another man as it turned out — which felt completely different from anything I had experienced before with any woman, including my lovely wife Amy. She was being very understanding about it, and I loved her even more for that. It was a bit like the hormonal thrill you get the first time you kiss a girl and she lets you touch her bare breasts. My heart was beating faster than normal with the excitement and anticipation of what might happen now that Amy had agreed to the plan to go back to London without me so I could stay here and work on my book. And, of course, to explore my sexuality to a deeper level with Justin. The whole idea was mind blowing. I was like an overtightened violin string and felt I could just go ping at any minute.
We had known Justin for about 10 years or so from the time he used to run our favorite restaurant, Cloud 9 in the Brompton Road in West London. Amy and I went there often and would frequently stay after closing time, drinking with him and his happy-go-lucky liberal friends, both gay and straight. They were a delightful group and we found ourselves invited to frequent parties with them. We drank too much and partied hard, but I had no idea then that Justin might have a crush on me.
One of the straight guys in the group, Roger, confided in me one evening about his distaste for gay men. His feelings seemed to center around his revulsion of what two men might do in bed together.
“Don’t you find the thought of men having sex together to be disgusting?” he asked me one night as we were leaving Cloud 9.
“No. Not at all.” I replied without hesitation. Gay sex wasn’t something I thought about often but it certainly didn’t repel me. “But tell me, why is it that you are thinking about what gay men might do in bed together?” I asked. “…especially if you think it’s disgusting.” He didn’t have a good answer to the question. Roger wasn’t a close friend — we had only met him a few times, and he drifted away from the group. But about five years later I learned that he had left his wife for another man, so there must have been more to his question than he let on!
Looking back, it hadn’t occurred to me to experiment with any of the gay men we hung out with. The very thought of doing anything physical with another man never crossed my mind, even though I have always enjoyed the company of our gay male friends, and happily hug them in greeting or when saying goodbye. Unlike quite a few of my male friends I hadn’t gone through an experimental bisexual phase in my youth.
But all that had changed. It changed dramatically the moment Amy persuaded me to perform oral sex on Justin. It felt so dirty but so fucking wonderful to take his big cock into my mouth and suck him off. I’d gone very quickly from reluctantly tasting the tip of his oversized manhood to sucking it eagerly down my throat until I was slobbering all over it, loving the sensation of giving him oral pleasure and yearning for him to ejaculate over my tongue.
Once that barrier had been crossed, Justin had taken charge of me in a way I couldn’t explain. His seduction had been assisted by Amy who had her own reasons for involving me in the three-way tryst — getting pregnant — but now it seemed to be getting out of control. I hadn’t been able to admit to my wife that Justin had fucked me during the night, and again in the shower that morning, nor, more significantly, that I had enjoyed it so much. And Amy didn’t know for certain what had happened just before lunch the previous day when Justin had pushed me down onto my knees and demanded that I suck him off. I loved the way he controlled me. Submitting to his desires and giving him pleasure seemed to generate a deep level of contentment in me. This was something I wanted — needed — to explore further.
Amy had been so focused on our mission to get pregnant that I hadn’t really had the chance to confess to her how much I had loved sucking Justin’s cock, right from the very first time I had tried it, nor how incredibly delicious it had been to spend the night with him. Up to now I naturally assumed I was a straight guy, but the thought of his beautiful naked body and the sweet, sweet taste of his cum were making me crazy to the point where I could hardly think about anything else. I must be kinkier that I realized.
Out by the pool of Justin’s gorgeous beach house in the US Virgin Islands, Amy and Justin’s ex-boyfriend Rod were sitting close together in the sunshine in swimsuits, sipping on the leftover Margaritas from the night before. Amy looked beautiful in her red bikini even with no makeup, her dark hair still ungroomed from her night with Rod. She stretched out her long, sunbronzed limbs to catch the sun and closed her eyes pleasurably for a moment. She still looked flushed from the heady exploration of her own promiscuity, having had wild, unprotected sex with both Justin and Rod in the past 4 days. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to act like a total slut, so I suppose we had both discovered something about ourselves on this visit, and it wasn’t over yet. I smiled inwardly at the realization that I was wearing more makeup than my wife. The feminine attire, eyeshadow and lipstick that Justin had put on me that morning made me feel sexy.
“Amy, you look ravishing this morning.” Justin said. “I trust you had a good night?”
“Um, yes, er… Rod looked after me very well, thank you Justin.” Amy replied with a giggle, blushing furiously and looking at me. We were standing in front of them with Justin’s hand on my ass. He had no compunction about touching me possessively even in front of his ex and my wife.
“Well good. We’re certainly having a lot of fun this week, aren’t we? And we’re all being good sperm donors, so Amy you should be very happy.”
“I am.” Amy said matter-of-factly. “This trip has been wonderful. A fabulous getaway for us. And WAY more enjoyable to all the things I would have to do if we had chosen IVF. Do you have any idea what that involves?” She shuddered and took another sip of her Margarita. “Yes this is most definitely the way to do it!”
“Well the week’s not over yet.” Justin said, squeezing my ass which of course my wife couldn’t detect since I was facing her. I liked his hand there. The sun was sparkling off the pool. This really was heaven, I reflected. But then Justin shocked me totally by saying, “But there some things we haven’t tried yet. And I think I speak for us all when I say I’d like to see David here suck Rod’s lovely big cock. What do you think, Amy?”
I was utterly stunned by this outrageous suggestion. Justin hadn’t bothered to ask me — nor Rod for that matter. He had just stated it as if it was his decision to take. The thought both horrified and thrilled me at the same time. We all looked at Amy.
“Well, my god, Justin, I mean…” she was quiet for a second, thinking. Then she chuckled and drained the dregs of her Margarita, plonking the fake glass down on the cast iron table. “Well, hell, yes. Why not? It would be kinda hot to see that.” she said. “And… well, we seem to be making up our own rules on this trip, don’t we, so yeah. Wow, that would be exciting. Honey, don’t you think?” She added the last question as an afterthought, carelessly discounting what I wanted just like Justin had. Her nonchalance somehow made the idea even hotter. Maybe she thought Justin and I had already talked about this, but I had no inkling it was coming. And now it seemed to be a fait accompli.
Suddenly I was becoming hard again. Normally an erection grows by degrees, but this time my cock just surged upwards in one massive, heart-stopping detonation, giving away that, whatever I thought of taking Rod’s cock in my mouth, my penis thought it was a wonderful idea. My tiny swim trunks were very uncomfortable all of a sudden and I longed to remove them but Justin hadn’t told me to. He was masterful. He had cleverly removed the guilt I was already feeling about my unbridled homosexual desires by seeking permission from my wife. But nevertheless I was crimson with the shame I felt at my own blatant arousal which was now stretching my bikini briefs to breaking point.
“Roderick, let’s see the goods.” Justin said, as if he were a movie director. “And David, on your knees.”
I could hardly believe this was happening. Obediently I knelt between Rod’s parted legs as he pulled his swimming shorts down to expose his thick cock. Exposure to the air caused it to swell before our eyes and we all watched in fascination as it rose up off his thigh to grow into a tall, straight stalk. The thick artery up the underside was like a muscle, forcing it vertically upwards as though it was a new sapling emerging from the miniature forest of his curly pubic hair. Rod lifted himself off the pool chair for a second to pull his shorts casually down and drop them to the ground. Gay men seem very comfortable getting their cocks out in front of one another, I thought. Now that he could spread his legs more readily I crawled in between them, acting on some kind of autopilot, placing my hands on his sun-warmed bare thighs for balance.
“Fuck it.” I thought, staring at Rod’s exposed tool and his hairy, plum-sized balls. “If this is what they all want then I’ll do it.” Amy wanted me to do it, and naturally Rod did, judging by his tumescent state. Clearly Justin wanted it too. He was the gamemaster now. I didn’t examine my own motives right then because I was having something of an inner struggle with my own passions and hadn’t yet admitted to myself what was becoming more and more obvious. I suppose I could have feigned reluctance, but now that Justin had planted the seed in my mind I wanted to do it too. I longed to suck him off. I yearned for it. Justin knew my desires even better than I knew myself.
Rod’s dick was truly a sight to behold. Long and hard, with veins running like rivers up its length to feed the fat, purple knob that crowned the tip. I was reminded of an Apollo rocket on the launchpad. I half expected to see vapor steaming off its massive length like the condensation from liquid nitrogen. Leaning in, I could smell Rod’s masculine aroma, a heady mixture of sweat and sperm as my nostrils approached his pubes and I wondered when he had last showered. My cock pulsed at the realization that he might very well have had this big weapon inside my wife’s pussy as recently as this morning. The thought of sucking his unwashed cock made the dirty act I was about to do even more sexy and, I’m ashamed to say, even more appealing.
I heard an intake of breath from Amy as I bent my head forward and inhaled his manly funk before pressing my parted lips to his shaft. It was hot and unyielding against my mouth and I slid my tongue out to taste it. I could feel the blood pulsing underneath the fragile skin of his penis. God it was beautiful. I can’t understand why some women think men’s cocks are unattractive. I was seized with the irrepressible desire to put this gorgeous big sex object in my mouth, and smiled to myself at the realization that my wife had probably felt the same erotic pull when she was about to about to give him head.
Greedily I sucked him into my mouth, lowering my head down to take him in deep, putting one hand between his legs to cradle his balls. My lipstick smeared over his cock making me feel like a dirty cum-slut. The thought turned me on. He was even more well-endowed than Justin — longer for sure, even if not quite as thick, so it didn’t choke me when he hit the back of my throat. Although his was only the second cock I’d had in my mouth, I felt as if I was becoming quite the experienced cock-sucker as I slobbered over him, letting his juices and my saliva drip down his shaft into his pubes. Balancing on my knees I took him in my other hand to guide his hardness into my mouth and keep it there while I fellated him in earnest. Amy made a little whimper of surprise or arousal, I’m not sure which, and I looked up at her to see she was staring in rapt amazement at her cock-sucking husband. I tried gamely to smile at her but with my mouth full of cock it was difficult.
“Use your hand more.” Amy advised. I was amazed that she was really getting into this and giving me coaching on how to make him come. I glanced up at her to see that her cheeks were flushed. She had that glazed look she gets when she’s aroused, and her fingernails were absently caressing herself between her legs, scratching the plump cameltoe that swelled against the tight red Lycra of her bikini bottoms.
“Yes, the hand is key.” Justin said. “Think of your mouth as a receptacle. I want you to use your tongue and take his cum in your mouth.”
I followed their directions and masturbated Rod’s thick shaft into my mouth while rasping my tongue on the sensitive frenulum just below the head of his cock. I wanted to do this right and was pleased when Rod started to pant which I took as a good sign. I craved his orgasm and at the same time I was aching to touch my own cock which was painfully confined in my briefs. I started to flex my glutes back and forth in a fucking motion to increase the stimulation until it finally popped out, trapped between the tight bikini waistband and my stomach. But I was past caring.
Delirious with the sinful pleasure of what I was doing I gleefully sucked Rod’s thick tool and massaged his balls until finally he came in my mouth. I choked as his semen gushed over my tongue and spilled down onto my thighs. At the same time my own cock spurted its load over the pool deck. I had come without even touching my cock.
I realized that I had become fully subservient to whatever Justin wanted, and I feared for one awful moment that he might make me lick up the cum that looked like spilled yogurt on the Travertine tiles, but he didn’t.
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That afternoon Rod had to leave, much to Amy’s disappointment, and the three of us spent a pleasant afternoon on the beach, during which Amy insisted on taking off her bikini, encouraging us to rub lotion on her nude body. There were more people walking and sunbathing on the beach than the last time we had been there, but she didn’t care. She wanted us both to make love to her again, and it seemed the exhibitionism was turning her on.
“Boys, I’m so fucking horny after watching David suck off Rod.” She said, caressing my upper thigh seductively. She moved her other hand to cup Justin’s bulge through his trunks. “And, Justin, I need at least one more injection of your lovely rich semen before I go home tomorrow. Please.”
“We should really go back in the house.” Justin said, and I could see the disappointment on Amy’s face. “I mean it really takes all three of us to do this, and some of those people are my neighbors. So why don’t I make you a Sex on the Beach cocktail instead, and we will retire to my bedroom?”
We ended up having a late dinner that day because the three of us were cavorting nakedly on Justin’s bed. Like last time, I jammed my cock into Justin’s mouth while Amy knelt in front of him and presented him with her bottom so he could enter her from behind. I took hold of his cock and guided it into my wife’s very wet, willing pussy. This arrangement worked extremely well, and she pushed herself gratefully back onto his length, driving it deep inside her. As I fucked Justin’s mouth he grunted with pleasure and I knew he was about to come. The thought of him ejaculating his sex cream in Amy’s pussy made my sperm tingle in my balls and rush unstoppably upwards. He slapped his hips against her buttocks and released his full load into her.
Watching the sexy muscles of his behind tense up as he orgasmed inside her made me cum too. I heard Amy’s moans of delight as she climaxed around his cock.
“Oh my god that felt good!” Justin said, his mouth dripping with my semen. It was the first time he had experienced the hot wetness of a woman’s orgasm while being buried in her vagina. I was so pleased he enjoyed it that I spontaneously kissed him on the mouth and we shared a long, cum-filled kiss while Amy rolled over and lay on her back watching us.
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“Damn, you boys look so sexy together.” She said later that night when the two of us were in bed. This was our last night together before she headed off back home. “David I’m happy that you’re going to get a chance to explore your gay side a little bit, but please don’t forget that we’re married. I’m letting you do this because you’ve been so great about everything and because I know you will regret it if you don’t. But also because Justin asked me to let you stay. It’s a way of thanking Justin who, let’s face it has been amazing. He’s hosted us this whole time and gone along with everything we wanted — even having straight sex with a woman. Who would have thought Justin would ever do that?” We both laughed.
In the morning Amy started to pack and I wondered if I had made the wrong call, staying behind while she went home to our house alone. But the pull of staying here with Justin, and my desire for him was too strong to resist. I longed to stay — not just because I wanted to extend my vacation in a wonderful house in an idyllic setting but also because I was yearning to be Justin’s lover for a week. I felt I had to try it.
“Come here, baby.” Amy said, “and sit at the dressing table. If you really want to wear makeup, that’s OK. But I can do it much better than Justin. And you look so pretty as a girl.” I was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. My wife was fully supporting my sexual exploration of my femininity.
She even left me a selection of her panties to wear so I could fully enjoy my newfound freedom as a bisexual man. While I had never previously experimented with other men, she knew I had always had a bit of a panty fetish. After she left for the airport I found she had “accidentally” left several pairs of her prettiest panties on the bed. I fondled the soft, silky fabrics, deciding which ones I should wear for Justin. I started to get an erection wondering what I would look like in the feminine, lacy undies which were cream, pink, white and black. The white ones had lace trim and a little pink bow at the front. Then I noticed she had also left her sheer black negligee for me as well. She was giving me permission to go full bore into my gay persona. It was going to be an interesting week.
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