Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 08:17:43 EST
From: MtWhiteRock@aol.com
Subject: The "Discovery"

The adventure starts when after five years' of marriage, Martha and I
become intrigued by swinging. Not that we don't experience exciting
moments in our sex lives. Just that we crave more, and to get more, we
must take risks and embrace the unexpected.

So, we contact local swingers on the net. It's a painstakingly long
process -- selecting whom we'd like to expose our deepest personal lives
with. Rejecting misfits and undesirables. Believe it or not, that part is
painful too because we know also what rejection feels like.

Regardless, we proceed. A few couples visit in person but we never take
the final step into the bedroom. Our reluctance is apparent. We must feel
compatible. The selection process is more important than choosing
furniture or even a new car. It's not that we demand perfection, because
that's not the barrier. We just want compatibility on more topics than
the bedroom and getting-it-on. Know what I mean? Martha wants friends
whom she can converse with openly about subjects she can't in the real
world; so do I.

We are about to give up when John and Joann email. He owns a farm
equipment business at Rolla; she's an instructor at a community college.
Careers are not the only criteria: interests in sports, academics,
politics, the environment, etc., are also on the list. What about John's
wife? Do I have the nerve to fuck her right in front of my wife and her
husband? Vice-versa, can I tolerate watching my wife get fucked by
another man, especially a comparative stranger?

We first meet at a lodge on Lake of the Ozarks and instantly fall in love
with both. She's charming and intellectually coherent. He's a sportsman
-- all types. Never misses a Cardinals game. Plus they love the outdoors:
hiking, water skiing, snorkeling, fishing, you name it. On the surface,
they're both beautiful. But what attracts us most is what's on the inside
combined with a good-looking outside. I boil it down to "personality" but
it's really more than that.

The thing that first strikes me about John are his eyes -- piercing blue
and focused on whomever he converses with -- showing sincere respect and
dignity. And honesty. I'm impressed. Martha too.

Their physiques are appealing too, and I say "they" because both John and
Joann are in good shape from physical activities. It's not that I'm
attracted sexually to John right off the bat; it's just that he looks
good to me for some reason. Plus they eat correctly to ensure health and
long-life. Martha and I appreciate that.

Both couples mutually agree to meet again soon. The drive to and from St.
Louis isn't too bad. Besides, John religiously follows the Cardinals. Me
too. We attend games together -- even before we get down to the business
we were aiming for in the beginning. Breaking the ice takes more than an
exchange of business cards or email addresses.

I become close pals with John over the weeks, as does Martha and Joann.
There is so much in common, it's incredible. Their smiles and happy
dispositions melt our hearts. Without a positive outlook on life, I doubt
they could have made a success in business & career.

Finally, we invite John and Joann over for the "BIG NIGHT." It's
Halloween, but we shut off the front porch light to indicate we're not
interested in treating children, only in "tricking" with new friends.
However, we certainly don't deny the "eye-candy" part. The four of us
watch the DVD "Mr. & Mrs. Smith," then we head for the hot tub out back.
Joann is first to slip out of her clothes, followed quickly by John.
Martha and I immediately notice how routine it seems for them. We follow
suit more slowly because it's our debut appearance, so to speak.

Joann is gorgeous. Big firm boobs, round solid ass. Yeah, I can see
myself fucking her, no problem. Martha meanwhile is looking John over. I
catch her eyes and follow them to their subject: John's body. Muscled up,
hairy chest, legs of steel, long uncut cock, balls hanging low. But my
eyes look up to see his smile, glistening teeth in the darkness, and
puppydog eyes. Great guy. Then we notice they're both tanned all over,
indicating they either go to tanning beds or venture outdoors naked. I
suspect the latter. Martha concurs.

"Are you two comfortable with the way we look?" John asks with a sly
dimply grin.

"Of course we are," snaps Martha as she slaps him on the ass. I'm
startled by her quick, instinctive reaction, but what else can one expect
stepping into the swingers' world?

"Mike, you ever been to Hedonism in Jamaica?" John asks.

"No. We've read about it but didn't have the nerve to go nude in public.
Have you been?"

"Course. Joann and I go every February. Want to go with us next time?"

"Of course. I just gotta see how we can fit it into our schedule. AND out
of our clothes. [Laughter] It's sort of new to us."

John changes the subject to sports which I love. Martha and Joann talk
about other types of athletics, health, shopping, etc. We drink several
glasses of wine while soaking. The intoxicants and sexual stimulants take
a while to kick in, but when they do, I feel trapped in the water with a
raging hardon.

"Nothing to feel embarrassed about, Mike," John encourages. "I've got one
too. Wanna see?"

Laughing, he abruptly stands up out of the water. His dick, dripping from
warm steamy water, is sticking straight up. No, it's arched straight up
to his bellybutton! "Holy Mother of God! How big's that thing?" I ask.

"Huge mother-fucker, isn't it?" John proudly boasts. "Never measured it.
Probably 9" full, 6" limp. Don't know. Gotta yardstick?" He grins, then
breaks out into another round of loud laughter. I laugh too and get brave
enough to stand up out of the water. The girls are laughing
uncontrollably. It is funny when one thinks about it. Two guys sporting
raging hardons for their wives at the same time.

John adds, "Nature obviously doesn't fuckin' care to hide hardons, does
she? So, why should we?"

After we dry off, we head straight for the bedroom where John takes
Martha's hand and leads her to a cozy spot on the bed. I am mesmerized.
Is this for real? Is my loving wife about to get fucked by another man?
In front of me? On my approval, no less?

In turn, I guide Joann to the opposite side of the bed and copy John's
foreplay steps. Before long, we're both fucking our wives on the bed in
rhythm....except the wives and husbands are swapped. We exchange
conversation the entire time as if the situation is "normal." We laugh
and carry on like schoolkids.

The first experience is enjoyable, which guarantees more to follow. We
meet at least once a week for fun and games. Not all sex, mind you.
Because it's not all about erotic appetites. We have more in common with
the couple, you see. And there's a helluva lot more to life than sex --
though it's the icing on the cake, so to speak. Cum-icing.

Martha confides in me one day she'd like to see John and I hook up. I'm
shocked, but shouldn't be because I'd like to see Martha and Joann do the
same, and confess to her my fantasy. But how can this be arranged?

Maybe at Hedonism?

All four of us catch a flight to Montego Bay in February -- perfect for
visiting Jamaica. Then we rent a car to Negril on the west coast. Negril
is a naturist town; almost all hotels along the beach and inland are
"clothing-optional" except at restaurants and formal settings. Frontal
nudity is the norm in this little naturist haven. We love watching other
good looking people who aren't ashamed to share their health and beauty.

On the flight down, I casually ask John if he'd ever experienced
man-to-man sex. He looks at me with an unsurprised wink, "Well.... Yes, I
have, Mike. And I enjoyed it a lot. You?"

"No. I haven't gone that far but am curious."

John suggests, "Well, pal, we might as well try it. Who better to
experiment with than your best bud, right?"

I nod in agreement and smile at him. We connect in silence. Honestly, I
don't know whether I'm a "top" or "bottom" in that sport and will have to
rely on John to be my coach. I ask him if it'd be okay for him to show me
how. He answers, "Sure. It'll be my pleasure." Next, I reluctantly ask
John if it hurts. "Like, how do you get your cock up another man's ass,
and how does it feel, you know, to have it rammed up inside you when you
haven't been fucked by a rockhard dick before?"

Jim just laughs at me as if he'd done it all. He explains, "I'll show
you, Mike. Trust me. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Because I honestly love
you, man." Somehow I believe him and know what he's saying is absolute
gospel. He is in love with me and me him, but had not communicated those
words until that moment 32,000 feet above Cuba.

That's the first time I hear him say those piercing words, and it makes
my heart beat fast. My face is flushed red, not out of embarrassment but
anticipation. What better way to be broken in than by your best friend?
Too, I wonder if Jim recognizes my body language -- that I'm aroused by
the very words just spoken.

John goes on to say, "You want Martha and Joann to watch?" I say, "Sure,
why not? Actually, that's what Martha wants to see. And we want to watch
them do it too, don't we?" John agrees.

Landing in Montego Bay, we rent a car and head south to Negril. Takes
some getting used to driving on the left; but we manage. Sort of like the
same-sex adventure we're about to explore in a few hours. Just the
opposite side of the highway.

We check in at Hedonism, unpack our things (as light as they are since
we'll be naked most of the week), and head for the beach with just towels
draped around our shoulders. Hundreds of other nude tourists from around
the world greet us with smiles. Apparently John and Joann draw some
attentive eyes. Not just because of their well-built bodies. Some are
previous acquaintances, in more ways than one, I'm sure, but don't ask
out of common courtesy. I do give John a knowing wink, however.

After skinnydipping the warm Caribbean and sunning 'til our asses are
bronze, we head back to the thatched-roof quarters. All four of us share
one large cabana with two beds -- not to cut cost, mind you, but to
explore other "potentialities."

We "dress" for dinner; only ass-coverings required, no tops. The meal is
delicious, especially when you're with the ones you love. Jamaicans are
the best hosts I've ever met.

Afterward, we head for the bar where clothing is again optional. We
discard the wrap-arounds, no problem. Nothing like being totally bareass
naked around hundreds of other people in the same condition. It's more
than liberating; it's exciting. And then to realize that arousals are not
to be hidden but displayed proudly as confirmation that we're part of
nature -- is a dream come true. I get hard several times in public; ditto
John. Instead of trying to cover up, men just flaunt it. Goddam! It's
only natural and not embarrassing at all.

We dance at the club; then change partners; then rotate partners once
more where Martha is dancing with Joann and I with John. John smiles as
our hard cocks rub. We dance to the Reggae rhythm mixed with steel drums
and Calypso music. Even the performers and musicians are naked, most of
them with gorgeous, glistening black skin. Goddamned beautiful Jamaicans!
And their accent with a touch of British just adds to the entire tropical
fantasy. What a world!

After a couple of hours we're slightly intoxicated and ready for the
ultimate experience. John takes my hand and leads me to our cabana. Joann
and Martha follow. At the threshold, he suddenly picks me up off my
barefeet and deep-kisses me right in front of his wife and mine. I'm
enthralled -- sort of in speechless shock. My dick rises to instant
attention. Like honeymoon newlyweds, he carries me past the threshold and
then lays me gently on the bed as he passionately caresses me, then licks
my shoulder with his tongue like some overly-friendly pet. I respond in
kind and nibble his ear with my tongue. The girls are giggling as they
watch our debut; I'm about to get deflowered and it excites the hell out
of me. No longer will my ass be virgin territory. The gals too are
feeling up one another, rubbing tits, kissing and fingering passion
crevices.

John takes his time prepping me for the grand entry. I'm enthralled at
every phase, every second. He licks my toes, then slowing extends his
long tongue -- licking every inch as he progresses up my calves, then
thighs. He reaches for my tit, twists & squeezes it tight but not
painful; then runs his finger down my navel hole spinning my trailhair
around.

Next, he goes for my cock, taking all of it in his mouth, then massaging
the shaft with his tongue. The up & down motion almost leads to premature
explosion. John, of course, recognizes the signs of near-ejaculation and
withdraws. He tastes my pre-cum and licks his lips. In turn, I go down on
him -- sucking cock for the first time in my life. I see Martha out of
the corner of my eye and she smiles at me in approval. It gives me more
confidence and determination to go all the way.

I ask John, "Am I doing okay, buddy?"

"Yeah, Mike, you're good. I love ya, man."

That's almost all I can stand hearing those words again: "I love ya."  My
cock is so rock-hard, I think it'll explode. I am falling in love with a
man for the first time in my goddam life and am not even embarrassed
about showing it -- in front of my wife, for Christ's sake! And everybody
else on the planet, for that matter. Never thought I'd be like this.

John reaches for some special tropical gel to lubricate me. He gently
slides one finger up my ass cavity, then two, then three. He massages the
canal in preparation for the best part, the homerun, the grand fuck.

Then he slides the gel over his own cock and balls while making a deep
growling sound -- as if base instincts are taking over and we are now
regressed into the animal kingdom. We are possessed by total passion and
nothing, I mean nothing, can hold us back now.

John rolls me over on my stomach, then commands, "Lift your ass." I
willingly comply. My ass is more than ready, it longs to be fucked.
Mounting me, he slowly slides his enormous cock into my rear entrance but
stops to make adjustments. Then he plunges deep for the first time; I can
feel his thigh muscles against mine rubbing in ecstasy. Penetration hurts
like hell; that was expected. But what wasn't expected is the pain
quickly subsides as John allows his member to park in place for a minute
to give me time to adjust. It's as if he's sensitive to my needs.

The girls are watching in fascination. It's like time has stood still for
that moment of truth.

Slowly John begins thrusting up and down and sideways. He plunges ever
deeper inside me and I feel every inch. The thrusting starts in earnest,
as John and I both let out male animal grunts and groans involuntarily.
Nature is now in command; we are totally under its spell in total erotic
abandon.

Faster and faster he fucks, and the slapping sound of his loose balls
against my buttcheeks and thighs only adds to the masterpiece symphony.
We are CONNECTED at last -- he and I in eternal embrace -- hooked up in
ways that transcends mere friendship.

The deeper he lodges into my bowels, the better I feel. I turn my head to
catch his lips in a fucking kiss. The pumping continues.

Finally he whispers in my ear, "I'm about to cum, Mike. Do you want all
of me or do you want me to withdraw?"

"Please, John. I want all. I love you with all my heart, man."

"I love you too, Mike," he whispers in heavy breaths of excitement.

With that, he penetrates deeper than ever before. I feel his cock
pulsating inside me as hot fuck comes shooting out his penis bathing me
inside with warmth. It's as if this is the consummation of our love --
sort of a confirmation we're indeed best buds.

Martha and Joann spontaneously clap their hands as they watch this grand
finalé. The applause and approval only means one thing: We shall do
encores, repeatedly, over and over again. They enjoy watching two men
fucking, especially their own. So why not accommodate?

We spend the full week in Jamaica in all sorts of sexual arrangements,
some on private parts of the beach -- out under the open sky for God and
everyone else to see. When we're not coupled, we masturbate openly and
sometimes publicly. No one objects because they're under the same erotic
spell. I have no idea how many loads of cum I shoot all over the beach.
We have no shame. But the most impressive to me is with John. His fucks
mean more to me than words. He winks at me throughout day & night; my
heart melts. We're madly in love.

On the last Hedonism day, he instructs me how to fuck him -- another
first. I love the feel of my cock up his tight ass, better than pussy.
And the feel of his muscular body drives me absolutely wild. To feel his
strong arms throw me to the bed is far different than what I experience
with Martha or Joann. The tightening of his muscles just before
squirt-time is amazing. And then to feel his hot jizm load drip slowly
out my asscrack! Jesus Christ! What a goddam experience!

When we arrive back at St. Louis, it's not the same as before. It's
better. In fact, everything in the world looks better now, for somehow
I'm discovering a part of me I never knew before. A door has been opened
that can never be shut.

Even the Arch seems different, and the Mississippi with its majestic
steamboats. It's like a new dreamland. All because of my expanding love
for John.

John and Joann, of course, have to return to their jobs in Rolla. But we
hook up more frequently than before, and the frequency with John
exclusively becomes more often proportionally. I look forward to sex with
John now more than any other. Does that mean I'm turning gay? Whatever, I
really don't give a fuck anymore, because my love for him is so
overwhelming and real, nothing else matters. Who gives a goddam what
others think just so you're happy?

But little do I realize that John is experiencing the same sensational
phenomenon: He is becoming more attracted to me than his wife. Hotdamn!

We go to games, then head straight to my house to fuck in front of
Martha, and lots of times when she's not there -- or to a hotel room --
or outdoors on an Ozark hiking trail -- or skinnydipping at his favorite
swimming hole. And on some occasions we fuck in Joann's presence with her
total approval. The locations are irrelative; there are so many. We fuck
all over Missouri and Illinois. He on top of me, then me on top of him,
then 69, then sideways, then everywhichway. It's ridiculous. We've got
mancream all over our faces, it's caked on like glue, and we don't give a
damn about it. Naked as jaybirds all the time around the house, we're
like animals. We love the taste of each other. We're mansex addicts and
proud of it.

But as the frequency male-to-male sex grows, we come to understand that
we're meant for each other -- unrestricted by marriages to females.
Truthfully, we secretly long to be married man-to-man rather than any
other arrangement. Sure, we can still fuck females, but now we prefer
males.

But Martha still loves me and understands my desire. So, one day she says
out of the blue, "Mike, why don't you and John move in together? It
wouldn't bother me but just a little, because I love you and want what's
best for you. I feel a bit uneasy coming home from work catching you two
in bed so often -- even though I love watching you two hooked up together
and we're swingers and all that -- it still gives me an uneasy feeling --
not for me, but for you."

"Sure, I understand. And I love you, too, Martha. Let's see what John and
Joann think, K?"

A few days later we confront John and Joann with the proposition.
Amazingly they agree and have felt the same way for a long time, they
say. Goddam! It's a deal.

So, John and I search for a condo near the riverfront. We move in after
the girls help decorate and purchase new furniture. Our "housewarming
party" consists of John and I "breaking the place in" by fucking on a
artificial bear rug on the floor in front of the fireplace while the
girls watch. I am totally amused by their acceptability. But I'm more
aroused by the thought that finally I'm living with the man I love, my
best friend for life.

Sometimes John stays at Joann's and I at Martha's. But for the most part,
we love our man-to-man relationship. And surprisingly, there's no
animosity or hard feelings from the ladies, just understanding. Maybe
because they enjoy female-to-female sex too? Who knows?

John gradually gets me adapted into his nude lifestyle, and we travel to
nude beaches all over the world, take a gay Windjammer Cruise in the
Caribbean, and visit a gay naturist campground in southwest Missouri (my
favorite). We enjoy the experience of fucking out in the open --
especially while others watch in obvious appreciation. The experience of
Ibiza is goddam breathtaking. We fuck at night in clubs while thousands
of other guys from all over Europe do the same. We lounge around the
beach nude during the day, and head back to the clubs for more fuckfests
at night. Hedonistic it truly is.

I enjoy pleasing others, as does John. Fucking while dancing in public at
a gay naturist resort is my fave. The thought of being hooked up like
that while standing & moving to pulsating tribal music drives me insane.
And then to feel John shoot off inside me and having his hot sticky jizm
oozing down our legs on the dance floor is almost more than I can
describe.

Our love deepens over the months instead of receding. We finally decide
to make it official: wedding vows, the whole shebang. In Toronto we tie
the knot, so to speak. Our wives attend and wish us well. We head for a
honeymoon lodge north of town. Like in Jamaica, he grabs me and carries
me over the threshold. In addition to a finger ring, he presents me with
a special marriage cock ring which he lovingly slides over my cock. The
resort is naturist, of course, so clothes are not worn for a full week in
paradise. He fucks my brains out, and I return the favor. We lick each
other's bodies from head to foot like fuckin' hounds. We love being what
we are, no shame, no regrets.

Most of all I love the feel of John deep inside me, and to feel his
manjuice squirt all through my bowels only adds to the pleasure. Many
times I like to drink his mancream, as he does mine. We deepkiss as both
our fuckstrings are shared stretching like honey down our chins. Some
days I just leave John's dried jizm on my face as a badge of honor, as he
does mine. He's delicious beyond words. Sometimes our hair is even caked
with dried cum. Who gives a fuck?

The day of discovery was the day I met John. No, the day John entered me
and planted his seed deep in the recesses of my being. It's as if he took
possession of my fuckin' soul from that very moment and owned me the rest
of our lives. I willingly give myself over to him, as he does me.

We have experienced both hetero and homosex, and I can attest: Man-to-man
is the best!

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NOTE: The above story is written as fantasy.

If interested, write to MtWhiteRock@aol.com
Derek Hammil