Yeah Baby by SciFo

Yeah Baby by SciFo

Discover the tantalizing adult sex story of "Yeah Baby" that will leave you breathless and wanting more. Explore passion, lust, and desire in this steamy tale. Indulge in your wildest fantasies with this captivating read.<br/>
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.