Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 03:33:52 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Biggest Pervert - Larry & Lenny

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
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		      Biggest Pervert - Larry & Lenny
			    by Amber Fountaine


	I'm Larry Nelson, a grown man now, and Leonard, or Lenny as we
still call him, is my older brother. This story is about the summer we
discovered sex - with each other - and some of the things that have
happened since. They're things that got me nominated for the `Biggest
Pervert' award. Of course we all nominated each other and all of us
deserved it. Let me explain.
	My wife Karen and I are what used to be called `swingers' in that
we have an open relationship when it come to sex. Karen is free to fuck or
suck or do whatever she wants with other men - and women - and she'd been
aware of my fondness for sucking cock since before our first date; although
I didn't find out about it for a few weeks. At this point in our lives, I
don't pursue that fondness with the zeal I once did, preferring now to
share a cock with Karen when the opportunity comes along. Many times that's
when Larry, my brother, and his wife Adele come to visit, or when we visit
them. But there was a time when I was much, much more active and a total
slut for cock and didn't care how old it was. I started sucking cock when I
was twelve and was still sucking twelve year old cock twenty years
later. In between, before and after, I tried a lot of other things too.
	That's what got the discussion of a `Biggest Pervert' award
started. Lenny and I, along with our wives, had just finished one of those
fantastic, anything goes sex sessions that the four of us shared when we
got together. We'd both found wives - my second and Lenny's first - that
were also bisexual and understood our need for occasional cock. They also
marveled every time we got together and started reminiscing aloud about our
adventures prior to meeting them. As crazy as it may sound, Adele and Karen
are sisters. That's right; we're two brothers that married two sisters. And
we weren't their first husbands either. So they often have a story or two
that are equal to the ones that Lenny and I tell. That's what got us
started one weekend when we decide to see who was the most perverted of the
four of us.
      I was sure, since I'd never been gang-banged by half a football team
like Lenny and my wife had, that it should be one of them. But then,
neither of them had ever knelt next to the urinals in a gay bar and begged
men to pee in their mouths like I had, so they thought I should be the
winner. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me begin in the beginning.
	Back when we were kids, every year for as long as I could remember,
my mom and dad went to the same resort in the Missouri Ozarks for a one
week summer vacation. It was a really nice place, not like camping in a
tent, and had cabins of various sizes and shapes. We always got the same
one, had it reserved for a year in advance and were totally shocked when we
got there and found out it had caught fire a few weeks back and was still
under repair. Since half the roof was still missing, I'd call that an
understatement. Instead of the cabin where Lenny and I had our own bedroom,
we were given a cabin that was really two connecting cabins and Lenny and I
had our own everything, including a bathroom and small kitchen. Most
important, we had our own front door to the outside world.
	What kicked this adventure off was sex. I was twelve, going on
thirteen in a few weeks. Lenny was fifteen and pushing sixteen. Lenny had
been the main source of my sexual information, had taught me how to jack
off, and had been able to answer any question my school friends came up
with, making me sort of a hero, since none of my friends had an older
brother or neighbor to turn to. The first night at Lake Morrison, my mom
and dad, thinking they had more privacy in this new arrangement, decided to
have sex and of course Lenny and I heard them and knew what they were
doing. That got us worked up and as we jacked off together in the bed we
shared, Lenny suggested that there were probably dozens of couples having
sex each night and that if we snuck out, we could probably tippy-toe up to
some cabin windows and watch.
	There had to be over thirty cabins at Lake Morrison Resort so I
figured Lenny was probably right, just from the sheer number of cabins. Out
of that many, we were bound to find someone fucking just about any night of
the week. We were firmly convinced, like most teens we knew, that the only
reason people got married - except for our parents of course - was so they
could fuck every night. So it was just a matter of being there at the right
window at the right time. With eager anticipation, the following night, as
soon as my folks turned in, after they were sure we had, Lenny and I put
our clothes back on and slipped out the door.
	How we kept from being bitten my wasps, stepping on a snake, or
getting covered with poison ivy, I don't know. For the best part of an
hour, we walked, crawled, and tippy-toed from one cabin to the next without
seeing a thing except one fat old lady, with tits almost to her waist,
brush her teeth. Then we hit pay-dirt. Just as we were about to give up and
were working our way back, we peeked into a cabin quite close to ours that
had been dark the first time we looked and we saw a guy getting his cock
sucked - by another guy!
	We watched in awe for several minutes, and then the sucker got
pulled to his feet and pushed back on the bed, right in front of us, to
become the suckee. The two men seemed in no rush, like Lenny and I when we
jacked off, and would pause to fondle each others cocks and balls,
sometimes just kissing or licking the head, before one would resume
sucking. I think I knew at that moment that I needed to watch and remember
every move the two experienced cocksuckers made because for the next thirty
minutes, or however long it was before they'd both cum, I don't think I so
much as blinked, much less uttered a word.
	When they both seemed to be satisfied for the moment and were lying
together, each with the other's cock in one hand, Lenny and I slipped away
to return to our cabin. Nothing short of the expected atomic bomb attack,
brought on by the Cuban missile crisis of the previous fall, could have
kept me away from Lenny's cock that night. We normally both slept in our
underwear, but by mutual, unspoken consent, we stripped naked before
climbing under the covers together.
	Lenny was more tentative than I was and it wasn't until I had his
cock in one hand and his nut sack in the other that he reached for
mine. From that point on, neither of us showed the restraint that the two
men we'd watched had shown. It was probably less than a minute - maybe even
less than thirty seconds - from the time I first touched Lenny's cock to
the moment it entered my mouth. Lenny wanted to taste mine too, but I
wasn't to be stopped. I used every trick I'd studied watching the men and
Lenny was way too excited to put up much of a protest. After a single
feeble attempt, he laid back and enjoyed his first ever blow job and
quickly gave me the ultimate cocksucker's reward - a mouthful of delicious,
spurting cum.
	After a very brief rest, Lenny was as eager as I had been to try
it. He too had paid attention to what the men had done with each other, as
well as what I'd done to him. We later debated as to who had cum the
quickest that night and it was really a moot point. We'd both cum as
quickly as we could, a mistake we didn't make in the future.
	The following morning, with the sky barely turning blue, I had
Lenny's cock back in my mouth and this time I more closely mimicked the
slow, sensuous blowjobs that we'd witnessed the night before. When Lenny
woke and realized that was my intention, he too began a start and stop
approach and we spent nearly thirty minutes playing with each other, as
well as sucking, before we got each other off that morning.
	After that we were like kids with a new toy and in this case, the
toys we couldn't put down were each other's pricks. If we went in the
water, we were playing with each other underwater, our hands in each
other's bathing suits. If our folks decided to take a nap, we'd go for a
walk on the trails behind the resort and find a secluded place to suck each
other outdoors. And if we were allowed a few minutes alone together in our
cabin, you can be sure we were mouth-to-cock, either taking turns or in a
69, as we'd seen the men do.
	Nor were the men forgotten either. They were our inspiration and
just in case we might have missed something, every night, just as soon as
we could sneak out, we were at their cabin window, waiting for the show to
begin. With our new found lust for oral sex, it was inevitable that one of
us would want to blow the other while we watched the men and that's why, on
the night before we were to leave to go back home, we got caught.  In three
days and nights, I'd gotten a lot of experience sucking Lenny, but not so
much that I was careful with my teeth and with Lenny's face plastered to
the window to get a better view, I scraped his cock and caused him to wince
aloud, getting the men's attention. He ducked down to tell me he thought
the men might have seen him and we were about to take off running to our
cabin when the porch light came on at the cabin right next to us, between
the men's and ours, and some people came out and stood saying goodnight to
each other. If we took off running instead of staying crouched and still,
we'd be spotted. If we ran to our cabin, everyone would see where we'd
gone. Besides, Lenny's shorts were around his ankles and until he stood up
again and pulled them up, which he couldn't do with those people standing
so close, he couldn't run at all.
	By the time the people had finished their good-nights, the two men
we'd been watching had put shorts on and were standing on either side of
us, telling us to come inside.
	I wasn't as worried as Lenny, though he still denies that. He says
he wasn't worried at all, but he was the one that had been caught with his
pants down. The reason I wasn't too worried was that I figured that the
worst that could happen was that they'd tell our parents and I was sure
they didn't want anyone to know they were queer - a fact that was sure to
come out. As usual when I try to think things out in my favor, I was
wrong. The younger of the two, about my dad's age, was the son of the guy
that owned the resort and had been out of the closet for years. He and the
other man had been lovers and roommates for nearly as many years as I'd
been alive and helped run the resort during the busy summer months. So much
for that bargaining chip.
	But they'd been horny and inquisitive young men at one point in
their lives too and they hadn't missed the fact that Lenny had been naked
from the waist down. After hearing our story and confession about how
watching them had encouraged us to try sex with each other, they let us go
back to our cabin after promising not to try any more peeping tom activity
at the resort. That night, unlike the previous three, Lenny and I slept
with our underwear on and our hands and mouths to ourselves. However once
we got back home, it was only a week or so before we began where we'd left
off beneath that cabin window.
	At the same time, we began thinking about including our friends in
what we'd learned. In that respect, Lenny was able to recruit Jack to join
us several weeks before I could convince my buddy Mark that it was a good
idea. But to be fair, Lenny used me to seduce Jack whereas I had to get
Mark to try it without any help. It went down like this.
	Lenny was sure he could get Jack to let us suck his cock and he was
also sure that Jack was interested in cock too. He told me that many times
he'd seen Jack sneaking peeks at other boys in gym class. We talked it over
and decided that the best way to go about it was for Lenny to hint to Jack
that he knew where he could get his cock sucked any time he wanted and that
Lenny had been sucked off several times and it was fantastic. As we'd
hoped, Jack immediately began pestering Lenny for more information and
Lenny let him have little clues, one at a time; like it was someone local,
and that it was someone younger and so on. Eventually, he let Jack know it
was me, his little brother, and that I sucked him almost every night; that
I couldn't get enough.
	That was only half true. Many times I sucked him day and night. But
after we'd been back home a few weeks, that sort of slowed down to a couple
of times a week. Anyway, by the time Lenny let Jack know that I was the
cocksucker, Jack was so ready to try his first blowjob he would have put
his cock in the mouth of our neighbor's mean dog. Putting it in mine seemed
like a godsend to him and once he knew who the cocksucker was, he urged
Lenny to set it up.
	The first time went as we'd planned, with me sucking both Lenny and
Jack and without asking we knew that Jack would be back for more - the very
next afternoon after school in fact. We figured that Jack, after watching
me suck off Lenny, would ask if Lenny ever sucked mine too and he did, but
it took longer than we'd thought. However when Lenny admitted that
sometimes he did, it didn't take long after that for Jack, Lenny, and I to
become a cock-sucking trio. Jack's feigned reluctance quickly turned to the
same lust that Lenny and I had for the taste of cum.
	Mark wasn't near as easy. Like the rest of the guys in school, he
was very interested in sex and all he could learn. I wanted to try the same
thing we'd done with Jack, telling Mark I knew where he could get his cock
sucked and letting Lenny do him first. But Lenny convinced me that a
younger guy might be nervous about letting an older boy do it and that when
I had Mark convinced to try getting a blow job, I should offer to do it
myself.
	The problem with that was that almost from the first time I hinted
I knew where he could get his cock sucked, Mark told me that as long as it
wasn't a guy, he'd love to try it. So I had a lot of work to do. It helped
a lot that I was considered a source of sexual information, and by quoting
my sources, I eventually convinced Mark that it wasn't unusual for guys our
age to try things that we'd never do again as adults and that it was only
adults that liked members of their own sex exclusively that were queer. One
afternoon Mark surprised me when he was over at my house and Lenny was home
and out of the blue, he asked Lenny if what I'd been telling him about it
being okay for guys our age to try things was true. Mark was sure I'd been
making it up and when he left that day, he'd been deep in thought because
Lenny had backed up every word I'd told Mark without any prompting on my
part.
	Even then, it took another couple of weeks for Mark to think it
through and again out of nowhere, while we'd been discussing an upcoming
class project, he asked me if the guy that wanted to suck his cock was me
or my brother. I was so surprised I didn't know how to answer. But I
recovered before he changed his mind and told him that Lenny and I had both
tried it, did each other once in a while, and that either of us would do it
for him. Just as Lenny had thought, Mark didn't want anything to do with
Lenny at first, but decided that he might try letting me do it. It was
another week after that before he followed me home from school and let me
suck him and almost a year before he did me or let Lenny suck him. But
after that, he became a regular too.
	That pretty much set the routine for the next few years. Though
Mark cut off my access to his prick after a couple of years, we remained
friends all the way through High School graduation and renewed our
friendship - on a personal basis - several years later. My interest in
same-sex sex also waned as I got older and started dating girls. Lenny and
I continued to pleasure each other, but that too changed. If there was
anything I found fault with as far as Lenny was concerned, it was the
liberties he took with the truth, especially if he was bragging about his
sexual exploits. I eventually formed the opinion that Lenny's sex life was
likely to be the exact opposite of what he told me.
	When Jack or any of the other guys in Lenny's small clique of
friends, or one of the girls he dated, were taking care of his sexual
needs, I was very likely to be ignored unless I just about begged him to
let me suck him. However if he wasn't getting any, he was likely to come to
me with the most outrageous stories, thinking that hearing those stories
were necessary for me to get turned on enough to suck him off.
	As a result, his senior year, when he came back from a football
trip and told me he'd had sex with half the opposing school's football
team, I thought it had to be another of his bullshit stories. But then, as
I listened to him, I realized there was a very good chance it was true.
	Lenny had made friends that semester with a new student that had
just transferred in from out of town. They were in band together, both
played cornet, and from day one, Palmer had been pretty open that he was
gay. When Lenny let Palmer know he enjoyed guys too, Palmer became his new
best buddy.
	The school Palmer had previously gone to was the same one their
current school was playing and Palmer had at one time or another sucked or
been fucked by half the team. When he bragged to Lenny that he was sure he
could make it happen for both of them, Lenny had challenged him to do it
and to Lenny's surprise, Palmer had made good on his promise. It wasn't
quite half the team, but at least a dozen of the guys had taken turns
dumping their loads in their old fag friend Palmer, or Palmer's friend, or
both. When a short time later I met Palmer and he all but begged me to fuck
his ass, I was certain the whole story was true.
	After Lenny graduated he went in the Navy and would send me
letters, NEVER to be seen by our parents, about his sexual activities. Some
involved guys he was stationed with and others were adventures he had with
women and to hear him tell it, they were falling all over him wherever he
went. I had a feeling that most of those women were paid for their time,
but I didn't say anything.
	As for me, my next perverted adventure wasn't with Mark, but with a
girl when I got to high school that got me interested in a new aspect of
sex. Sharon had my lustful attention from the moment she walked into class
and took the seat beside me to my right. She had this darling way of
leaning forward, putting her chin in the palm of her right hand with her
elbow on her desk, and giving me an awesome view into her blouse. I quickly
got to where I could recognize most of the bras she wore and by the time I
worked up the nerve to ask her out, she had me totally in her control. She
told me where we were going, what time we were going, and what I'd be
allowed to do afterward. On our third date, she told me, "If you behave
yourself tonight, I'll let you play with my tits. The way you've been
burning holes in them with your eyes, I know you want to do that."
	When I told her that I thought she wore beautiful bras, she rolled
her eyes and said, "Oh my God, you're just like my brother Andy."
	I had no idea what she meant by that, but as we continued to see
each other, I found out. Her little brother Andy had become a freak of some
sort, wanting to wear her lingerie. She told me that Andy liked to call
himself "Andrea" and that she often came home after school to find he'd
already gotten dressed in her clothes and was running around the house
pretending to be a girl. The more she talked about it, the more it excited
me. With Lenny gone and Mark turned straight, I hadn't had a cock to suck
in a couple of years. I almost lost interest when she told me Andy was only
twelve, since she and I were both seventeen, but then I remembered that's
how old I'd been when Lenny and I had started and suddenly the five years
difference didn't seem like quite so much.
	To be honest, I'd started to tire of Sharon and her bossy attitude,
however after meeting Andy, I continued to see Sharon as an excuse to get
to know her little brother. I'd come to the same conclusion that she had
the night she remarked that her little brother should have been born a
girl, that he was too cute to be a boy. I finally got a chance to remark to
Andy that Sharon had told me about `Andrea' and that I'd like very much to
see Andrea the next time Sharon would be gone. He seemed nervous, but a
week later my phone was ringing when I got home from school and it was
`Andrea' telling me he hoped I could come over.
	For the next year, I met Andrea either at their house when Sharon
was gone or he'd come to my house and bring some of his sissy clothes to
wear. Then he'd prove to me that he knew what a girl was supposed to do to
keep her man happy, eagerly gulping down my jism, and just as eagerly, he'd
let me suck his `pussy pole' as he liked to call it. It wasn't until years
later that it occurred to me that it had to be Sharon that was the one that
had taught him to do all those things.
	After I graduated, like Lenny, I went in the military but I chose
the Air Force instead of the Navy. I went through basic at Lackland AFB in
San Antonio and heard stories about some places in town that were off
limits to airmen that were gay clubs with drag shows. If we'd had anything
like that back in Topeka, I hadn't heard of it and while I really wanted to
visit one, I wasn't about to get in trouble even before my hair grew back
out. But I lucked out. After training at Sheppard AFB, they sent me back to
Randolph AFB, just outside San Antonio, and after investing most of a
paycheck in a fake ID, I was able to get into those clubs I'd heard about.
	This was long before, "Don't ask, don't tell," and more what I'd
describe as, "Don't dare let anyone find out." I was sure I wasn't the only
guy in the barracks that had an interest in gay sex, but everyone was very
nervous about showing it. I soon discovered that the drag queens took some
getting used to, but could be a lot of fun. It was almost hilarious to
listen to them squeal with delight when they found out I was willing to
suck them too. They were used to being used by a guy to get off and then
left to their own devices. When the word spread that I loved pantied cock,
my stock rose appreciably among those effeminate young men. I was almost
swarmed by them when I'd walk in a club.
      I also discovered, during a weekend at the R & R center at a nearby
lake, that the guy in the room next to mine enjoyed sucking a dick every
bit as much as I did. That was a lot more convenient and a lot less
dangerous than those bi-monthly trips to the drag shows, but I never
completely gave up the girly-boys.
	The guy from the room next-door in the barracks was Tim or Tom
Watson. First names weren't used much in the Air Force. Watson had just the
opposite view of those young fairies I'd come to enjoy. In his opinion,
they were silly and a waste of time. He much preferred older, more mature
men, like the uncle that had taught him to suck cock and take it up the
ass. Watson went with me to see one of the drag shows and it left him
cold. But that didn't keep us from enjoying each other. The way it began
was like this.
	The R & R center I mentioned was about an hour's drive away and had
a variety of sleeping arrangements. You could camp out in a tent if you
wanted and could almost always get in on a moment's notice if you wanted to
do that. The alternative, if you wanted to stay overnight, was to put your
name on a waiting list to use one of the trailers. Watson and another guy
had their name on the list and when their turn came up, the other guy
already had a scheduled leave for that weekend for some family reunion
thing. With nothing better planned, and because I'd spent most of my
paycheck the previous weekend at a drag show, I volunteered to take the
place of Watson's buddy.
	The only supplies we brought with us was enough beer for the whole
barracks. Neither of us knew the other had already been to the BX and
stocked up for both of us. We started depleting that overstock as soon as
we got there and by dark, we were pretty buzzed. I began to get the
impression that Watson was a kindred soul when he told me that since we
weren't in the barracks, he intended to sleep in the nude and might just
stay that way all weekend. When I told him nude men didn't bother me at
all, that got me a huge smile that spoke volumes. Then we started talking
about camping experiences and he told me how he used to go camping with his
uncle and dropped a remark about how his uncle knew how to have fun in a
sleeping bag. So I told him about the camp where Lenny and I had gone out
peeking in windows looking to watch some couple fucking and instead found
two guys going after it. Without much effort, Watson coaxed me into telling
him what Lenny and I did together back in our cabin and he told me how his
uncle had taught him how to stay warm in a sleeping bag.
	"I didn't see how getting naked would make us stay warmer," he told
me. "Taking your clothes off to keep warm - it didn't make sense. But after
we were cuddled up together and his cock got hard, I figured it out. We got
warm in a hurry."
	With all the acting skills I could muster, I looked puzzled and
told him I didn't understand either and that maybe we should get naked so
he could show me. He was more than happy to but first we turned out the
lights - just in case there was someone going around looking in the
windows. Then we helped each other undress in the dark and when his stiff
prick popped free in front of my face, I took it to the root, proving
immediately that I had lots of experience sucking those things. When he
pulled a half used tube of KY out of his shaving gear, I knew he had some
experience himself.
	They say you never forget your first and that's partially true in
that Watson was the first guy to fuck me and I can only remember his last
name. Of all the things I'd done with guys up to that time, my goal had
always been to get their cocks in my mouth and make them cum for me. A
couple of the drag queens had wanted me to fuck them and I'd been happy to
oblige as long as they let me suck their little (and sometimes not so
little) dicks. Watson enjoyed a cock up the ass so much I had to try it. I
decided it was okay and something I might enjoy occasionally, but I hated
to think there was a drop of that delicious jism going someplace where I
couldn't taste it.
	Watson, in addition to planting his seed where I couldn't taste it,
also planted the seed of an idea. One day, after sucking him off and
savoring his cum, he teased me about liking the taste of cum so much that I
probably ate out my girlfriends to get mine back after I fucked them. That
was an idea I'd never thought of but the more the thought recurred to me
over the coming months, the more anxious I became to try it.
	Between Watson and an occasional girly-boy, that side of my life
was well taken care of until Watson got out about two years later. We were
both `oners' and I still had a year to go on my enlistment when he left. In
our unit, guys were either `lifers' or `oners' depending on whether they
intended to make the Air Force a career or stay for one enlistment. It was
during that year after Watson left that I met and married Shirley
Weisskopf, from a small German community not far from the base, and I got
to test and taste Watson's idea. Licking my cum out of Shirley after we'd
had sex proved to be fabulous, gave Shirley orgasms like she'd never had
before, and eventually proved to be the undoing of our marriage - but at
that point I think it was just a handy excuse.
	Shirley's parents were not too happy that their little girl wanted
to marry an airman instead of going to college, but she was over eighteen
and headstrong and there wasn't much they could say to stop us. Personally,
I think a lot of her dad's protests were to encourage us to run off
somewhere, like to Mexico to get married so that he didn't have to pay for
the big wedding Shirley and her mom had in mind. Then Shirley AND her
parents weren't too happy when I decided I wanted to move back to Topeka
after I got out of the Air Force. With all the aviation jobs available
around San Antonio, she was sure we'd be staying there. But we were still
`honeymoon happy' so she agreed to give Topeka a try and off we went.
	I was sure once she got there that Shirley would love the area, but
to tell the truth, after seeing the rest of the world, or at least a few
towns in Texas, I had to agree with her - Topeka, Kansas really did
suck. When I couldn't find work there, and with Shirley's bitching getting
on my nerves as well as my folks, I decided to try my luck in Wichita and
got hired on the spot. Shirley wasn't much happier in Wichita than she'd
been in Topeka, but at least I had a good job, we had our own place, and I
thought we could make a go of it. As I might have mentioned, wishful
thinking never seems to work out for me.
	We barely made it a month and for most of that month we argued half
the time. She was determined she wasn't going to be happy until we were
back in Texas. It was after one of our fights, when we'd made up, had sex,
and were talking, that she found the excuse she was looking for. I could
tell she was still looking for a fight, and pretty much kept my mouth
shut. But then she remarked that as much as I liked to lick my cum out of
her after we fucked that she was surprised I didn't prefer sex with men. I
should have ignored her, but I guess I'd had enough of her too. I told her
I did prefer men and that I'd met a few that were a damn sight prettier
than her and could suck a cock ten times better too. At her probing, I went
on to explain about Andrea in my teens and the drag queens in San
Antonio. I'd never mentioned any of that to her before and it came as a
shock I'm sure. She didn't say much at the time, but I know that's when our
marriage ended. About a week later I came home to find the apartment empty,
my car gone, and Shirley with it.
	She'd gone home to her parents and while we talked on the phone
about possibly getting back together, she was filing an annulment to end
our marriage, based on my statement that I preferred sex with men. The
judge gave her back her maiden name and my car and that was the last I
heard of Shirley Weisskopf.
	Wichita, Kansas may not sound like the hotspot of sex, but let me
tell you, for a guy in his twenties that liked sucking cock and fucking
women, I was usually satisfied with what Wichita had to offer. If by chance
I did get bored, I could go to Kansas City or Las Vegas for a few days. But
that was seldom necessary. I was beginning to travel quite a bit for the
company, usually to major cities, and most had a hangout for sissy boys if
you looked hard enough - or maybe that should be if you were hard enough to
want to look. By the time my 10 year high school reunion rolled around and
I ran into Mark again, the timing was perfect.
	In the five years I'd been at Beechcraft, I'd quickly moved from a
production position into working at the service center and had recently
become a tech rep, with a lot of traveling involved. Mark was also in a
position that required a lot of travel so we started off with war stories
about missed flights and layovers in dingy motels and food that we wouldn't
want to feed to a dog. I was staying with my parents for the reunion and
Mark had gotten a hotel room for the weekend, so after the official
festivities, we went back to his room to continue our
conversation. Eventually we got around to mentioning what we'd both been
thinking of all night - the sex we'd had in our early teens. I figured I
had nothing to loose by being honest, so I told him that while he'd
stopped, and that I'd indicated to him back then that I had too, I never
had and that I'd had as many men in my bed as women over the last ten
years.
	Mark laughed and told me he'd been certain after he began dating
that he'd never want to have sex with a guy again but admitted he'd thought
about it, "Long and hard," he added, making it a joke. Then he told me
about an incident with his ex-boss in Vegas that had changed his mind.
	Mark and his boss had decided to take a weekend off in Las
Vegas. Mark said his boss was a real prick and especially when he'd been
drinking. Just about the time that Mark had been beginning to enjoy his
first night in sin city, his boss had started a fight with a couple of
cowboys, got his ass kicked, and had gotten all three of them thrown in
jail. Apparently, from what Mark told me, you could get away with just
about anything in Vegas with the exception of being rowdy and starting
fights. That was bad for tourism. I'd been there a couple of times, but had
kept my mouth shut unless there was a cock in it, and had never thought
about much else.
      Mark said he'd tried to get the guys wife to wire the money to bail
him out, but that she'd refused and told Mark to, "Let the bastard sit
there and rot." The bail was some huge amount that Mark didn't have so he
told his boss there was nothing he could do and that he'd have to stay in
jail until his Monday morning court appearance - unless he wanted to plead
guilty and pay a huge fine. In that case, he could get out in a day or so.
	Mark said the guy began screaming at him and telling him he was
fired, so Mark walked out, went back to their hotel, and decided to enjoy
the weekend. He said a short time later he was sitting downstairs at the
casino bar and telling his story about his boss getting arrested to a guy
and the guy agreed that Mark had done the right thing. The guy was an
attorney from Utah and explained how tourism controlled Vegas. He told Mark
that the local cops might write you a ticket for walking down the street
smoking a joint - if they even bothered to notice. But start a fight or do
anything else that might hurt tourism and you'd be doing jail time for
sure. Mark said that before he realized the guy was coming on to him, he
was telling Mark how Vegas was the greatest place in the world to come to
for any kind of sex and how he'd never find a better time or place to try
something new. When the guy invited Mark back to his room, Mark said he was
pretty sure what the guy had in mind. And when the guy came out of the
bathroom after a few more drinks, hard and naked, Mark was certain.
	I didn't miss the similarity in his story and our present situation
and I asked Mark if that's why he's invited me to his room. He just
laughed, gave me that silly grin of his and shrugged his shoulders. "I was
hoping," he said, rubbing his crotch suggestively and eyeing mine. A month
later, Mark moved to Wichita and became my roommate.
	The next five years were about the best I think a guy that age
could have. We were just that right age that we could date young college
women from Wichita State or horny older married or divorced women and we
always had each other in between. We were open to any and all ideas and
there wasn't much we didn't try at some time during those five years,
including sharing both men and women. We both loved to do what we called,
"The Spit," where we had a cock up our ass and one down our throat and sort
of resembled a chicken on a bar-b-cue spit, as if the two `rods' were
connected. Finding women that wanted to try that too was incredibly easy
for us and led to my next fling at perversion.
	Linda Mason and Laura Dunlop were the first sisters I'd met and
dated. They were both older than me and Linda, the one I dated first, was
the older of the two. They both worked in the print shop at Beechcraft and
the job I was doing at the time required me to work with them occasionally.
	When a new model plane is built, someone writes down the
step-by-step procedure used to assemble it. Then to create a service
manual, they use those written notes and reverse them. If something is
assembled by first installing part `A' and then part `B' and then part `C'
etc, the service manual, when it first comes out, will say to take off,
`C', then `B' and then remove `A'. Well sometimes in the field, for one
reason or another, that doesn't always work out right. When one of the
dealers would call about having a problem, my job was to go there, resolve
the problem, and make any necessary changes in the service manual. That
meant writing up the new instructions and turning them into the print shop,
proofing them when they were done, getting the engineers and the FAA's
approval, and eventually getting the changes sent to all the
dealers. Sometimes the most minor change would take me six trips to the
print shop. As a result, I'd gotten to know both Linda and Laura well
before I asked either of them out.
	As I said, they were both older and while that didn't bother me, I
had all the sex I could handle. But then one day I heard one of the guys
talking about Linda being able to, "Suck a golf ball through a garden
hose," or something like that. It was enough to pique my interest, if only
because I was always looking to learn new tricks. I decided that maybe
Linda knew something that I didn't and it wouldn't hurt to find
out. Actually, it would be fun to find out and I could use it on Mark, who
always appreciated my thirst for knowledge - as well as my other thirst for
cum.
	However, after I'd taken Linda out a few times, I discovered I was
really attracted to her sister Laura and I guess it showed because it was
Linda that suggested that I ask out Laura; that she felt the same way about
me. The feeling was truly mutual, and we were soon seeing each other
exclusively - with the exception that I was also keeping a smile on Mark's
face. On a couple of occasions we had Mark join us in my room, but I never
let on to her that Mark and I were having sex too.
	What really got me going was when I met her little boy Paul. He was
cute as a button and when I mentioned that to his mom, I almost cum in my
pants when she told me he was even cuter dressed up as Paula and how he'd
been doing that a lot lately and that she suspected he might be having sex
with a couple of older boys in the area.
	Every bone in my body, including the one in my pants, told me that
being sexually involved with the young man was wrong. Eventually I had a
chance to see Paul dressed as Paula and had to agree. To my perverted mind,
I thought he was beautiful, but couldn't see how I could do anything with
him without causing serious problems. That didn't keep me from fantasizing
about it though.
	Then a series of coincidences occurred - the kinds that are life
changing. The company Mark worked for got bought out by another larger
company and he was offered a promotion if he'd move to the West coast. At
almost the same time, out of the clear blue, a head-hunter contacted me on
behalf of a new and growing airline and offered me a position at their
service center in Dallas. I was really hung up on Laura at the time (and
yes, her son Paul too), so I asked her to move to Dallas with me and she
accepted. By then she'd been living with her sister for a few years and
their relationship was getting strained so it was a good move for everyone.
	Laura found a job before we'd found a place to live, so we picked
an apartment complex that was easy for us both to get to work and where
they were supposed to have pretty good schools for Paul. He and I started
getting close almost as soon as we got to Dallas, with him always riding
with me to the store or on other errands for his mom. I was disappointed
that he didn't wear one of his cute little nightgowns to bed or around the
house and when I told him again how cute he looked as Paula and how I'd
love for him to dress that way, he found out where his mom had packed his
things and began dressing up again, crawling in bed with me the next
morning as soon as his mom had gone, wearing his favorite nightie and
lipstick.
	There was no way I could have stopped myself, especially after he
grabbed my hard cock with both hands and began begging me to let him suck
it. I'd had sex with his mom before she left for work, but that didn't slow
me at all. I thought that I'd been the all-time biggest cum slut ever when
I'd been that age because of how much I'd craved the jism of Lenny and
later, his friend and then mine. But I have to admit, I think Paula was
better. Maybe it was just my perverted mind, but it seemed to me he had the
sweetest cum I'd ever tasted.
	It had been inevitable. From our first moment alone together, we'd
talked about sex. Even before we'd moved to Dallas, he'd sat on my lap,
wiggled his ass to get me hard, and would get a boner too. Once I'd put my
fingers around it through his pants and he'd damn near shot off. So you can
be certain it was a subject at the top of the list for both of us. As our
discussions became more explicit, I told him about the things I'd done with
my older brother when I'd been his age and to be honest, I gave him the
impression that my older brother was much older. He told me about his
buddies back in Wichita and I damn near came in my pants when he bragged
about swallowing their cum and piss.
	That was one perversion I'd yet to try. My Air Force buddy, Watson,
had mentioned he'd done that but he'd never offered to try it with me and
for some reason, I'd been reluctant to just tell him I wanted to. I'd been
curious since the night one of my little drag-queen friends had joked at
the club about how she and another `girl' had gotten drunk and pissed all
over each other. Then a few years later, Mark had mentioned that one of the
men he'd known in between the lawyer from Utah and running into me again
had been a piss freak and had wanted Mark to pee on him and in his mouth. I
told Mark I'd love to try that too, but Mark thought it was too perverted
and didn't want to.
	So once Paul told me that he'd done that with his friends, I think
I was actually jealous. Here was a kid, nearly twenty years younger, and
he'd done something I still hadn't tried. It didn't take long to change
that. We spent the morning sucking cum and drinking each other's piss.
      Then when I told him he could be my little girl any time he wanted
and that his mom would be my big girl, he began telling me how he'd found
his old diapers and how he used to wear diapers and wet them all the
time. Wow! I couldn't help but think how good his little peter would taste
if he'd been wearing a wet diaper all night and told him so. He wasn't sure
how he could get away with that, and said he didn't have any diaper pins,
but my dirty old mind was already at work to solve those problems.
      The diaper pins was an easy problem to solve. I took Paula to the
store with me and he was happy to go out to the store dressed that way. He
told me about his cousin, Linda's daughter Angie, and how Angie used to
dress him in her clothes and take him shopping to the mall and
such. Convincing Laura that he should wear diapers to bed at night was
nearly as easy.
      I called her at work and told her that Paul had come to my room,
crying because he'd wet the bed. I told her that he'd said it had happened
a couple of times since we'd moved but he'd been able to hide it from her
and didn't want me to say anything. Then I suggested that it was probably
some sort of a stress issue brought about by the move and that maybe we
should diaper him at night for a short while until he'd gotten over
it. Then just to be sure, I reminded her we'd rented some of the furniture
and that we'd have to buy the mattress on his bed if it was stained. She
readily agreed that diapering Paul was a good idea.
      What followed was a year or so of bliss for this old pervert. Like
that first morning together, because of the difference in hours we worked,
many more mornings followed where `Paula' was climbing in my bed in his
soggy diaper within an hour of his mom climbing out. There was no end to
the things we tried. One time, when his diaper wasn't wet yet, I peed in it
for him. He loved that and everything else we tried. When he began talking
about kids he went to school with and speculating about guys that might let
him suck their cocks, I encouraged him to be careful, but give it a try. I
was surprised how fast he found another sissy type kid to play with, but
when he suggested we should have this boy Sean join us, I told him no. It
was probably the only wise decision I made during my whole relationship
with Laura and her son.
      Then I screwed it all up and I'm talking major, big-time
screw-up. First, when Paul began showing an interest in girls, I encouraged
him to pursue them, but cautioned him about letting them know about Paula
or Paula's activities. I told him I still hadn't told his mother about my
bisexual side, even though I knew she and her sister had both been bisexual
and that I was sure she'd be okay with it. My concern was that if she knew
how much I loved cock, she might not want Paul to be around me if she
wasn't there.
      That got him asking about details of what his mom and I did sexually
and the more detail I went into, the more he wanted, until he was asking
questions like exactly what did her pussy look and taste like and did her
pee taste different than mine. Not long after I'd tasted Paula's piss, I'd
coaxed his mom into letting me taste hers and we were now doing that fairly
regularly. I could tell what Paula was leading up to and not at all
surprised when he finally said he wished he could watch us have sex so he'd
know what to do if a girl let him.
      I'd heard versions of that `watch' story and he'd already told me how
his cousin Angie had used that line to share some cock with him. I knew
what he really wanted was to have sex with both of us and the more I
thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I had a hunch, if I asked at
the right time, and put it the right way, like we owed it to Paul to see to
it that he didn't learn the wrong things from the wrong people, making it a
purely educational responsibility as opposed to the incestuous sex it
really was, that she might go for it. I guessed wrong.
      I believe we'd been in Dallas about eighteen months at the time and
for well over a year, `Paula' had become a somewhat steady visitor in the
house. He didn't do it all the time or with any sort of fixed regularity
that I could tell. It was much like the sex we had and while many of the
cycles ran together, there were time when he wasn't dressing as Paula
around the house and would only come to my bed in lingerie or
diapers. Other times, he might be dressed as Paula for a day or too and
then join me in bed completely naked. Most of the time though, it was the
young sissy Paula that I enjoyed.
      Laura had a live and let live attitude about most everything
including her son's desire to be a part-time girl. So we treated it like it
didn't mean anything to us, one way or the other. If Paul sat down at the
diner table in a blouse and skirt with his face made up, we called him
Paula and I'd secretly hope that meant he'd be horny in the morning. As he
continued to do it, and was getting older and more mature by the day, we
joked about finding a boyfriend for Paula. Of course Laura didn't know
Paula was having sex with me and I think when she joked about it, she was
trying to gauge his sexual preference. So far he hadn't declared himself in
either direction. He was definitely showing signs of interest in the
opposite sex, and that confused Laura, since she was assuming if that
happened, he wouldn't have any desire to dress as the opposite sex. As we
were to both learn as the years went along, that has nothing to do with it.
      Then came the evening of my super screw-up. A friend of Laura's from
work had given her a recipe for making some kind of kick-ass sangria
punch. It was the same friend that would occasionally supply Laura with a
baggie of pot, a habit she'd picked up back in Wichita from one of the men
she'd dated before she met me. Pot made sex seem even better for both of us
and we were both open to anything that made for sexual fun.
      The first mistake I made was not following the recipe for the
Sangria. In addition to fruit and red wine, it was supposed to have a pint
of vodka to give it more kick. Paul and I had been in a discussion about
him joining him mom and me in bed and I had it in my mind that if she was
stoned and drunk, she'd go for it and after the ice was broken, it could
become a regular thing. So I substituted a pint of Everclear, pure alcohol,
for the vodka and then, even though I knew how strong it was, proceeded to
get drunker than she was; drunk enough that I mistook the stoned grin on
her face to be approval. So did Paul.
      I'd already hinted that maybe that was the night that we could make
things happen and that he should dress as pretty as possible. Then after
our little party started, we let Paula have a sip of our drinks and it
didn't take much to make him start acting goofy. At first it was really
humorous and of course we had to tease him a little. Then I teased him
again about finding him a boyfriend and he stunned his mom by telling her
he already had one. To quickly get him off that subject, before he let it
slip that he had two and I was one of them, I joked that in that case, we
needed to find him a girlfriend.
      Almost on cue, he said he really liked girls, but that he was afraid
of them because he wouldn't know what to do if he had a girlfriend. He told
us that the `birds and bees' talk he'd gotten from his Aunt Linda had been
a help, but that there was a whole lot he didn't understand and his friends
in school weren't much help. So I suggested that maybe his mom and I should
show him; that he should join us in bed the next time we had sex.
      Paula looked to his mom to see what she had to say and she just sat
there, stoned and smiling. He took that to mean she approved, and he came
over, sat in my lap, and wiggled his butt on my hardening cock. When Laura
still didn't react, he twisted around to where she couldn't see what he was
doing, and the next thing you know, the little sissy had my cock out of my
pants, hard as a rock, and he was stroking it with what was obviously a
practiced hand. Then with one more quick glance at his mom, he lowered his
head, gave it a kiss, and began to suck the knob. That's when all Hell
broke loose.
      In about a heartbeat, she was up out of her chair, knocked him away
from me, and then lit into me, kicking, screaming, scratching, and calling
me all the names I deserved. Then she told me that if I didn't get my
clothes and get out - that instant - that she'd call the law and have me
arrested. She'd suspected for some time that Paul and I might be having
sex, but had found it easier to deny her suspicions than act on them. But
when she'd seen how comfortable Paula and I had been and how nonchalantly
we'd begun having sex in front of her, she was sure her suspicions were
true and it was time to act; stoned or not.
      Eventually we got back together but our relationship - especially the
trust part - was gone. She went through mood swings where Paul and Paula
were concerned. During the time I was gone, she'd gotten him to confess
everything that he'd told me and everything that he and I had done
together. I'd tried to use the same rational that I'd used on myself to
justify what I'd done with Paul - that it was better he learn from someone
he knew and trusted than from some stranger. Sometimes she accepted that as
me being a help to him and other times I was a pervert, molesting her
innocent child. Even when I reminded her that he'd been far from innocent,
I was still the ogre.
      A few times, when she was in the accepting mode, she actually
encouraged Paula to join us and one night the two of them took turns
sucking my cock. Then she seemed awed to watch me suck Paula's. Later, with
just the two of us in our room, Laura had me go over all the things from my
childhood that I'd told Paul and he'd relayed to his mom. When I finished,
she agreed that with my background it was natural for me to have a fondness
for young sissy boys. While I admitted that the sissy part was true, I
assured her that Paul was the only young sissy I'd had since I'd been that
age myself and then told her about the times I'd gone to gay bars looking
for drag queens and admitted everything.
      That seemed to mellow everything out even more, but she did tell both
of us that we weren't ever to have sex again under any circumstances. We
put up with that for a few weeks and then she came to me, concerned because
Paul had been out late while I'd been at work, and told me she was afraid
that if she didn't let him have sex with me, that he'd go out looking and
as I'd hinted, find the wrong guy that might harm him.
      Our see-saw relationship lasted a couple of months at most, and one
morning, while Paul was in school and we were home together having sex, she
asked me if I thought there was any point in continuing our
relationship. By mutual consent, we agreed that there wasn't and before
Paul came home, I loaded all my things in my truck and moved out.
      I suppose for the first several months after that I was depressed by
it all. For a long time I didn't want to have sex with men or women or boys
either. To fuel my masturbatory fantasies, I located a couple of adult book
stores and after discovering one had glory holes, added getting my cock
sucked to jacking off. Eventually I couldn't resist the urge to do the
sucking and soon after giving in to it, became somewhat of a regular,
making occasional visits to the glory holes, sucking a few cocks, getting
mine sucked, and then getting my mind off it for a week or two.
      While looking at the books and magazines, one evening when things in
the back were slow, I came across one for people with fetishes in the State
of Texas. On a lark, I bought a copy and discovered the Dallas - Ft. Worth
area was a Mecca for kinky sex. Soon I'd made contact with several men and
couples where the guy was a bisexual sissy. Even more amazing than guys in
lingerie were the ones that admitted they were into pee play and wearing
and wetting diapers. I had no idea that was such a big interest. And that's
how I wound up marrying my wife Karen.
      No, I didn't answer her ad in "Fetish Mates" nor did she answer mine,
though ironically, at one time we both had one in there. When the airline
had finally got around to telling me exactly why they'd hired me it was in
relation to their projected growth. They couldn't have a repair shop at
every place where they flew into, or were expecting to fly into, with the
proposed upcoming de-regulation. However there would be times when some
problem would occur that a local mechanic or avionics tech could fix and my
job was to contact people at each location, assess their skills and
training needs, and to set them up as contract labor should the need
arise. While I had all the knowledge and experience I needed in the area of
picking and training people, I had none at all from the human resources
standpoint. So they assigned me someone in the main office of HR to work
with and that someone turned out to be Karen.
      When I first met her, she was still married and I was still with
Laura. It was over two years later that I found out she'd been divorced for
several months and began to take an interest in her. The minute I realized
I was falling for her, and remembering my relationship with Laura, I got
this very blank look from Karen when I asked, "You don't have any teenage
boys do you?"
      She didn't, but I found out there were other similarities to Karen
besides the fact that I'd met her at work. She had a sister.
       I began dating Karen and quickly we were sleeping together. One
night at my apartment, she found my old copies of "Fetish Mates" as well as
some other books I'd brought home. Several of them were She-Male books with
pictures of transsexuals and her first guess was that I was secretly one of
those.
      I told her that I wasn't, but enjoyed sex with them and that seemed
worse. While I didn't want to look bad in her eyes, I also remembered the
problems I'd had because I hadn't been up front and honest with Laura. So I
told her the truth - all of it. Beginning with Lenny and everything that
had happened to me right up to that moment, including how I'd found
cross-dressers and guys in diapers for sex through "Fetish Mates" and how I
loved to go to the glory holes to suck cock when I couldn't find it
anywhere else. I kept expecting the next revelation to be the one that sent
her screaming out the door, but it didn't.
      I'm sure it took most of that evening to tell her the whole story and
she just kept encouraging me to tell her more, sometimes by making me pause
to act out something I'd told her about. I was really going out on a limb
to trust her and hoped none of it would wind up in my personnel folder at
work. However when I got to talking about pee play, she chided me for not
telling me about that earlier and promptly paused our discussion so she
could take me in the bathroom. Of course that led to more sex and after
we'd cleaned up and got back to my monolog, she asked, picking up one of
the issues of "Fetish Mates" and turning to one of the pages, "If you enjoy
pee play so much, why didn't you answer this ad?"
      The one she was pointing out to me was a female couple in the Dallas
area that was looking for submissive men that liked to be peed on. I'd
noticed that ad, but I was more interested in male/female couples. Then I
noticed that the ad was in one of the earliest issues I had. As quickly as
she'd found the ad and considering how much she'd enjoyed what we'd done in
the bathtub, each of us enjoying a golden shower and fountain from the
other, I asked if the ad was hers.
      "Sort of," she answered. "Barbara put the ad in there and I was the
other half of the `female couple'. Barbara and I were neighbors and lovers
the whole time I was married. If it wasn't for her, I'd have gone
crazy. The dick I married was a lot of fun before we got married, but after
the wedding, I was now his wife and his wife wasn't supposed to act like
the slut he'd enjoyed before we got married."
      That was the first time I'd heard a woman say that. Many times I'd
heard a man make the same statement; that his wife had been awesome in the
sack until they got married and then they felt that as a wife and mother,
they had to conform to some image of June Cleaver or something.
      When I nodded in understanding, she went on. "That asshole ate pussy
as good as you before we were married, but not once after our
honeymoon. And he thought it was disgusting that I wanted to suck his
dick. Can you imagine such a thing?"
      I couldn't and meant it. "No. I can't. Not at all," I told her,
totally serious.
      It made her laugh. "I guess not. Not after what you've told me. There
was a rumor about you at work that you were gay. I think one of those cocks
you sucked at a glory hole belonged to a guy form work and he recognized
you. You obviously love cock and cum and I think I knew that the first time
we had sex and you went down on me afterward. Barbara is the only other
person that has ever eaten cum out of me. No man ever did that before. For
your information, I was dating two other guys back when you did that and
you're the only guy I've gone out with since then."
      I took that to be quite a compliment. But I'd also caught the part
about `only guy' and asked. "You said, `only guy' instead of only
person. Can I assume that means you and Barbara are still close friends?"
      "Very close," she said with a grin.
      Then I asked how she'd gotten into it and the next few hours were all
hers, as I listened and learned about her sister Adele and how diapers and
pee play and a sissy neighbor had been a huge part of their childhood.
      But that too, is another story . . . .

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