Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2011 20:29:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: It seemed......natural

In this story, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to
actual events is purely coincidental.  This story also contains explicit
sexual activity between males.  If such offends you or if you are underage
to legally read such material, please move on.  Comments and criticisms are
appreciated.  Each will be responded to.  macoutmann@yahoo.com.


			 "IT SEEMED......NATURAL"

			      By Macout Mann


I never have carried a sign down the street sayin', "Hi! I'm bi!"  But I
never kept it a secret either.

I started fuckin' around with gals when I was 14, and when I was 16 another
member of the swimming team sucked me off.  Man, I loved that, but I was
hung up as hell about it too.  I'd always had a good relationship with my
dad, so about a week later I got up the guts to tell him what happened.  I
was almost cryin', when I admitted I enjoyed what happened and added, "But
I aint no queer, am I?"  Dad just laughed, and said, "No, son; that aint
nothin' to be ashamed of.  I've messed around with other guys lotsa times.
Still do."  So ever since then, I just go with the flow.  Let my dick do
whatever it pleases.

I also try to have a sense of humor about everything.  I think that's why I
generally get along with just about everybody.  I got good friends from the
nelliest queens to the straightest arrows.  A lot of the straights just
know I'm a pervert goin to hell, but they enjoy bein' around anyway.

Sometime before I got married I was livin' in a cheap furnished apartment
near Savannah Beach, and anybody was always welcome as long as they
followed my rules.  They were: hang loose, take things as they come,
respect everybody else, and don't be hung up about anything that may be
goin' on.

It was a Saturday afternoon in September.  Helen had dropped by and we were
havin' a beer and watchin' a football game on tv that neither of us was
really interested in.  Helen had been in my class in high school, and now
she had a clerical job at a construction company.  Everybody loved Helen,
'cause Helen would let anybody fuck her.  That wasn't a secret either.

We were curled up on the couch.  She was wearing a man-shirt and short
shorts; and I had unbuttoned her far enough to reach her not-too-big
braless bosom and was givin' it a feel between sips of my beer.  That and
sticking my tongue in her ear ever so often.  I was shirtless, and she was
rubbin' my chest and tweaking a nipple ever so often. We both knew what we
were goanna be doin' before the afternoon was over.

We'd both had a couple or three brews, when Terry knocked on the door.
Terry was a pump jockey at a nearby gas station.  He was a wiry, good
lookin' blond kid, a year or so younger than me and Helen.  Gay.  Not
really fem.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked sorta coyly.

"Nah. I'm just waitin for Helen to leave, so I can jack off," I laughed.
"Get yourself a beer before I card you."

"I didn't know you could even jack off," Helen retorted.

"That's the last thing I'd be doin' with you, baby," I said.

"What's that?" Terry asked, returning from the fridge.

"Jackin off," I answered.  "Helen said she didn't know I could.  And I aint
gonna demonstrate for her.  I'd rather be screwin' her."

"I'd rather you'd be screwin' me," Terry laughed.

The three of us continued to kid around, until Helen said, "Seriously, I've
never watched two guys have sex.  You guys could give me an exhibition" She
pronounced it "ex-he-bish-e-ON."

"How much you willin' to pay?" I asked.  "Ex-he-bish-e-ONs aint free, you
know."

"This one will be, or I'll start chargin' you for my candy."

I guess I had just enough of a buzz on, so I stood up, walked over to
Terry's chair, opened my jeans, and pulled out my still-limp dick.  It
started to stiffen right away.

"You wanna make the bitch happy, Terry?" I teased.

"Why not?  I'm willin' if you are," he said.

"Then gimme some head, fucker," I responded.

Droppin' to his knees, he stroked my cock up to its thick eight inches and
slipped his lips over the knob.

"Wait a minute," Helen cried!  "You aint goanna get away with just that.  I
wanna see y'all naked."

Terry pulled back and replied, "Hell, Helen, it's no big thing.  I've
sucked Ron with clothes on lotsa times."

I pulled Terry to his feet, as my jeans fell around my ankles.  He was
wearin his uniform shirt with his name over one pocket and the Texaco logo
over the other.  I unbuttoned him and said, "Oh, let's give her a real
thrill!"

I pulled his shirt down on his arms, revealing his chest thached with fine
blond hairs, then unzipped his grey uniform pants and let them fall to the
floor. His white briefs were barely restraining his growin' hardon.  I
quickly pulled them down and told Helen, "Now you got two dicks to stare
at."

We both finished strippin'.  Terry did a little dance for Helen, and then I
pulled him close, like I'd have done to her, if she was the one standing
naked in front of me.  Terry had a nice twink build, the kind a lota guys
would go ape over.  I cupped his pecs, then nibbled his nipples, and said
to Helen, "See, he's got boobs, too!"  I tried to put on a good show for
her, tonguing his ear, grabbing his cheeks, sticking a finger up his ass.

Soon enough he knelt down and put his face back into my hairy bush, suckin'
my pole all the way to the back of his hot mouth.  I called out, "See,
Helen, he does it a hellova lot better than you gals!"

He savored the taste, swishing his tongue all around my now rock-hard pole.
Then he began rhythmically to slide his lips up and down its full length,
tonguing my piss slit on every stroke.

I looked over at Helen.  I love it when somebody watches me have sex.  I
could see she was turned on too. She'd unzipped and was finger fuckin'
herself in time to our movements. Noboby was payin' any attention to the
game on tv.

Terry was totally into it.  I don't believe I've ever had a better blow
job.  He was deep-throating me on every down-stroke, his lips exciting my
knob on each up-stroke.

I envy guys that were cut when they were born.  I wasn't cut 'til I was in
my teens, so my dickhead is still sensitive, and I usually can't last as
long as I'd like.  And Terry was makin me crazy.  Since it was an
ex-e-bish-i-ON, I didn't think I oughta make him stop.  So I took his head
in my hands and began fuckin' his face, my pelvis movin' back and forth
faster and faster as I neared climax.

Sweat was pouring off my face as I dropped my load down Terry's throat.  Of
course, I'd planned to give it to Helen later.  "But shit," I thought, "I
can always make more."


This all happened about eighteen years ago, so I can't say for sure what I
did next.  I probably pulled Terry up and nibbled each of his nipples and
mouthed his chest and abs in appreciation.  Whatever I did, it sure aroused
Helen.

"Yes, yes!" she cried.  "Now I want to see Mr. Macho Stud suck off little
Terry."

I never had sucked Terry's dick.  I doubt he figured I would.  I aint got
nothin' against suckin' dick, but it don't do a whole lot for me, and I
gotta be real turned on to go down on a guy.  But I thought, "What the
hell? I've gone along this far."

Terry was sayin, "Fuck it, Helen.  My dick aint as big as his, but don't
call me 'Little Terry.'"

"Oh I love thin guys like you," she replied.  "Don't get your ass in an
uproar, honey."

While they were banterin', I dropped down level with Terry's throbbing
tool.  He had just a little stubble around his dick.  It was uncut and
about six inches.  Beads of pre-cum were droolin' out of the slit.  I
didn't have any problem takin it all.

He sounded like he was goanna cum the second my lips slid down his shaft.
But he actually held out a lot longer than I had.  I grabbed his ass cheeks
and tried to give as good as I had received.  I cupped his ball sack and
played with his marbles.  He called out, "See, Helen, a dick's a lot more
useful than a pussy."

I couldn't see Helen, of course, but I could hear her.  "Yes, yes, yes,"
she was panting, "eat that fuckin' man-meat."

Terry's cum filled my mouth. I pulled away and lay back on the floor.  He
collapsed next to me and took me in his arms.

"That was so good, Ron.  I wish you'd fuck me."

"Maybe later," I said.  "I think Helen's got her money's worth for now."

"Watchin y'all was somethin', all right," she said.  "It seemed....well, it
seemed.....natural."

"Terry and I both laughed.  Then he said, "You know, I never watched a guy
fuck a girl.  How about that, Helen?"


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