Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 17:56:06 +0000
From: J. W <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Conquest of Greg"  - Story submission

THE CONQUEST OF GREG

By Kewtieboy

(MM/anal/oral/voy)


We all fantasise over someone we can't have, whether is be someone at
work, a neighbour or just someone we see on the way to work. Just
sometimes, that fantasy becomes a reality.


There is this little inbuilt mechanism in most of us that stops us from
wanting sex with members of our own family. There are good reasons
genetically why that is a good thing but as everyone knows sometimes we
do not follow the rules!

Of course this group of people we should not want to have sex with
extends beyond family and, as it spreads out, it weakens. We really
don't always get attracted to aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces,
neighbours, children and often people at work. Now of course, we all know
that there are people who DO desire sex with aunt, uncles, nephews,
nieces, cousins, neighbours and also their own immediate family. That
desire can be as strong for them, as it is not for others. Well the bad
news to all of you, is that this is not an incest story. It does cover
the ground of the "forbidden fruit." That is, desiring strongly to have
sexual contact with someone you can't and probably shouldn't anyway.

Greg was a neighbour. Greg was absolutely stunningly beautiful, 6 feet
tall, 25 years old, newly married, short reddish blonde hair, athletic
build (but didn't really do much in the way of athletics), and one of my
friends. The problem here was that I was 23, living with a girlfriend, 5
feet 9 inches tall, dark brown hair and not bad looking for my age. Greg
was straight as they come and me, well I was sort of straight. If you
call an active sex life with most of the guys at boarding school and many
of the girls straight -- then I'm straight. The thing is that though I
love screwing women, I get really impatient. It takes so long so get into
their pants and even then they often "get a headache" just as your cock
is about to explode. Now I find that guys get erect and just do it!!!

We had a small bungalow in the North West of England. The town was
semi-rural which meant that entertainment involved travelling and that
usually meant no alcohol unless we could persuade someone to drive. Lisa,
my girlfriend of 2 years was my age. She was fortunate to have a father
who was wealthy and had bought her a house. I had met her at boarding
school and though the fees were expensive my father, a lawyer, had just
managed to afford them whereas Lisa's father could have probably bought
the school.

Greg and Marion had been married for around 4 years and had saved to buy
their little bungalow. They were trying hard for a first child. They were
our next door neighbours and had quickly become friends of both Lisa and
I. We had spent a lot of time together socially. Greg was a
telecommunications electrician with a cable company and had a decent
salary. I was training to be a pharmacist and was working at a hospital
about 15 miles away.

I won't dwell too much on our cosy little social life but when I had the
opportunity to see Greg in any stage of undress, I had to watch him. Of
course I also had to be careful too. I had never actually seen his cock
but all instances of seeing him in any erotic pose left a photographic
imprint on my mind.

Such as:

 *  Working in his shorts in the garden and when he took a breather,
    seeing up his legs to the white liner covering his balls.
 *  See him in his tight jeans with the promise of a sizeable box between
    his legs
 *  Listening while he told me stories of his early sex life with Marion
    and how he could cum three times on the trot.
 *  Glancing over to his bathroom window and seeing his naked outline as
    he stepped out of the shower -- the frosted glass making sure I could
    not make out anything more.
 *  Seeing him naked at his bedroom window with that little wisp of hair
    on his chest and knowing there was nothing below but being blocked by
    the window ledge from actually seeing his cock
 *  Catching him bend over to load his car or in the garden and catching
    sight of the waistband of his Calvin Klein white boxer briefs.
 *  Seeing his underwear out on the line to dry on wash day (how I wished
    I had the courage to steal a pair for my own secret wank sessions).

I presume by now you have the hang of my fantasy. In front of him, his
wife and my girlfriend, I was one of the lads and his pal, while I
secretly craved some sexual contact with him. Greg was straight, of that
there was no doubt and I realised my fantasy was going to stay as that --
a fantasy!

One day, Greg and Marion arrived at our door with the good news. She was
pregnant and all his hard work and shagging had paid off. She was now
going to have a baby. Marion immediately went into "mother mode." No
alcohol, no late nights, room to be decorated, fewer nights out with the
lads and the evening sessions of a meal and drink at our place turned
into "afternoon tea" and home for bed at 9.00 pm.

Greg did not seem too happy and craved our rare nights out. He was
constantly torn between "having another drink," and ".....I'd better
not as I'll need to get back home." On one of our nights out, he got
completely smashed. We were sitting in a corner of our favourite of the
three bars in town and he was slouched down in his chair. His jeans had
ridden up and his balls were tantalisingly packed down his left leg and
the shape of his cock could clearly be seen on top of them through the
fabric.

".......three bloody months," He exclaimed. "That's how long."
"She's turned into a bloody virgin."

I was wakened out of my trance with the word "virgin," and asked him to
repeat. It seems that from the moment of the birth announcement, poor
Greg had been without sex.

"Worse than that," He said, "She won't even let me have a wank."
"Says it's disgusting." "Three bloody months," He repeated. "Never
gone more than a week in the past."

I took him home and suffered a tirade from Marion for the state he was
in.

It was about three weeks later that we heard the news that Marion had
miscarried. They were both distraught and it took a few months more
before they seemed to settle back to their former selves and started to
visit us again. Marion was drinking more than I can remember and so was
Greg. It was on one of their visits when he and I were sitting on an
Autumn night in the garden in the dark when he told me it was now 7
months since he had had sex.

"My cock's going to shrivel up and die," He said. "I can't go and
find a prostitute." "It's just not my way," He said. "I'm just so
permanently horny." "You must know what it feels like." "How long
were you at boys' boarding school before you went to the mixed one?"

"Three years," I said.

"So what did you do," He asked?

I tried to divert the conversation but the drink was now talking.

"Well you know what lads are like," I said?

"No," He replied.

"We just kept each other amused on the long Winter nights," I joked.

"You wanked other guys off," He said incredulously???

"Well we were young and horny," I replied as if to exonerate myself

"What did you do?"

"Not sure we should be discussing this," I said, a little worried as to
how he might view me if he heard too much.

"What did you do," He repeated as though he hadn't heard a word.

"Well, we wanked together and sometimes each other." "We would suck
each other, sometimes in twos or even three or four."

"Did you suck anyone off," He asked?

"Well yes, a couple of times," I lied as it was more like a couple of
hundred times.

"Did you even get fucked in the ass," He said, moving the conversation
up a notch."

"Some guys did it," I sidestepped.

"Did you ever get fucked in the ass," He repeated like a cracked
gramophone record.

"Well I received and gave a couple of times," I replied.

"Wow," He said. "The secret life of Mark Weston," Looking at me with
his eyes like saucers. "Never done anything like that in my life --
never even thought about it."

He sat looking into the middle distance and then just as quickly started
talking about football.

Suddenly he said, "Do you ever look at guys now and think you would like
to do something?"

"Sometimes but I am happily settled with Lisa," I replied.

"Yeh, course you are," He said and winked.

I wasn't sure what the wink was meant to mean but Marion stumbled
through and sat beside us looking very drunk. Lisa had gone to bed it
seemed.

"I'd better get to bed now," He said. "Think I might get my wicked
way now she's passed out." He nodded over to Marion who was indeed,
sound asleep and slouched in the garden chair.

"Let me give you a hand with her," I said.

I ran into the house and found Lisa tucked up and asleep then back out to
the garden, pulling the door behind me as I went. Greg and I took an arm
each over our shoulders and carried Marion back to his house. The way was
slow as he kept stumbling too.

When we got her inside, we went through to the bedroom and dumped her on
to the bed. I went to put some lights on in the living area and when I
got back, Greg had lifted her skirt, pulled down her briefs and was
fingering her exposed gash.

"I had better leave you to it," I said.

"No, come here," He said.

I walked over and he took my hand and guided it between her legs. He held
my finger and pushed it into her.

"I don't think this is very fair on Marion," I said.

"Do you think she is fair with me then," He said in an indignant tone?
"What pleasure is there in humping a corpse anyway?" "I need action
and my cock sucked."

He looked at me in a funny way. "Suck me Mark!"

"What," I asked? Though the earlier conversation had been erotic, it
had not actually crossed my mind that he was thinking of action in any
way.

He started to unclip his jeans and pulled them down. There before me were
the Calvin Kleins in all their glory and filled with what nature had
intended. His cock was straining at the front causing an obscene
triangular shape with a damp patch at the end.

"You've done it before and I really need some help here," He
continued.

The Calvins were down and the most beautiful piece of uncut cock stood
upright before me. It was about 7 inches long but thick. The skin at the
end gently pulled back with the strain of the erection to reveal a pink
head beneath, still half covered. His hair was restricted to the pubic
area with a wisp heading up to his navel and the balls hung slightly red
and well below his body. He was stroking it up and down and a little bulb
of pre-cum appeared on the end before being caught up with the up and
down movement of his hand.

The picture before me was bizarre. Marion was lying on the bed with her
legs wide open and her cunt exposed. He was lying right beside her
masturbating and saying, "Suck it please."

I pulled my trousers off without saying a word and wearing only a
t-shirt, my hard 7.5 inch cock in hand, I knelt between his legs and took
his cock in my hand. I licked the end and swirled my tongue round it and
under the foreskin. His cock jumped to a stiffness that made it feel like
an iron rod.

"Oh yessss...." Hissed out from between his teeth.

I cupped his balls and started to suck him up and down, swallowing as
much of his delicious cock as I could. I licked his balls and let my
tongue trace up his body to his nipples. I licked back down and opened
his legs, letting my tongue run round his anus.

"Jeeesus, that's fucking magic," He exclaimed with his legs opening
wider.

My finger started to explore his hole and he whimpered as I did so. He
wasn't getting off Scot free though. I clambered up to him and sat
astride his chest, offering him my stiff cock. He looked at it as it
dangled on to his nose and then tentatively took it in his hand. His grip
was nothing special but after three years of waiting it was fantastic to
me. I was glad I had been drinking or I am sure he would have had a
faceful of cum within seconds.

I pushed my cock to his lips, took both hands to the back of his head,
and forced my cock into his mouth. I started to facefuck him. I looked
down at this straight subject of my dreams and over to his wife lying
beside him and noticed that his finger was still sliding in and out of
her cunt. I found it so erotic.

Suddenly he pushed me off and I thought that was it. However, he pulled
off his jeans and pushed me back on the bed face down. He parted my
cheeks and to my absolute surprise, started to rim me. His hand was
between my legs, stroking my cock backwards towards him. Next I felt his
cock against my hole. With only saliva for lubricant I thought it was
going to be a long and painful journey. I was surprised with his precum
and saliva, how easily the 7 inches slid into me. I was facing Marion's
open cunt and used the opportunity to push my tongue deep into her while
her husband fucked me. He then rolled me over and lifted my legs into the
air so I could see him as he fucked.

To my absolute surprise, he pushed his face down to mine and kissed me on
the lips. Between kisses he said, "It's been so long."

The fucking was getting frantic and I took my own cock in hand to keep up
with him. He tensed and I felt his cock expand inside me followed by a
wet warmth as I felt each spurt fire into my hole accompanied by a hard
thrust from Greg.

"Don't cum," He said. "I need more."

He left me lying on the bed and he walked to the bathroom and washed the
cum off the end of his cock as I watched. My cock was aching to cum and I
was scared we might disturb Marion. He didn't seem frightened or even
guilty.

As he walked back, his cock swung between his legs and looked as though
it had only half deflated. He walked across to me and took my cock in his
mouth. His sucking was not of the highest calibre and I had to keep
stopping him as his teeth caught my foreskin. It was still wonderful and
he brought me very close. I could cum in his mouth as I felt that would
scare the living daylights out of him. Next he sat astride me and pushed
his now revitalised organ back into my mouth, stroking it with his hand
as he did so. He leaned backwards and gripped mine with his right hand.
He started to stroke as his cock slipped in and out of my mouth.

Greg came again, still with some force and though not all went in my
mouth, the familiar taste of male semen washed around my tongue and my
cock erupted with a force that splattered on Greg's back and sprayed
over his shoulder to land on my face. He leaned forward and kissed me
again. I was sure it was to try the taste without risk!!

"Oh Mark, I'm so sorry to have used you like this." "I won't let
this happen again." "I don't know what came over me but I was just so
horny and all that talk earlier really got me going." "Can you forgive
me?"

I put my finger to his lips. "We are best friends aren't we?"

He nodded.

"Well I am helping a best friend and I'm here to help you through this
troublesome period and if it means I fill a gap, then so be it." God
what a martyr I sounded.

"If I need it again......" He trailed off.

"If you need it again......then yes!" (I felt like saying, "And again
and again.")

The post script is that we did do it again a few times. Marion got back
into sex a few months later but Greg and I kept going. He said it gave
his sex drive an edge. It certainly did mine!!


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