Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 08:04:41 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Chance Encounter. Chapter Four.

   `I'm going for a beer with John,' I said to Sally, mid-morning on the
Tuesday.

   `Well don't drink too much. I want a lift up to B later. There's a few
things I want from the supermarket,' she replied from the kitchen where she
was using the washing machine. I went off, happy as a lark, feeling younger
than I really was. Wearing a T shirt, shorts and sandals, though they
weren't the thong type, but those open ended things with just a thick band
across the front above the toes.

   I was knocking on John's front door inside of ten minutes and I liked
his smile when he saw me, pulling me inside and giving me a kiss after he'd
shut the door.

   `Hi Bob, want a beer?' he asked as I followed him to the kitchen, by
now, not noticing his limp. He was just wearing a pair of shorts and was
walking, limping, barefoot.

   `Can...can we take it into the bedroom?' I asked shyly.

   `Certainly,' he grinned, moving past me and leading the way. As he put
the cans down on the bedside table, I slipped off my sandals as I took off
my shirt. Then off came my shorts to reveal that I had a massive hard
on. John smiled at me as he dropped his and showed that he too had an
erection. I took hold of it and pulled him towards me as I sat down on the
bed.

   `Let's try something different,' he said hoarsely, pulling himself free
from my hold on him. Oho, I thought, here it comes. He pulled a pillow off
the bed and dropped it on the floor and knelt down on it. `Stand up. I want
you to give me a face fuck.'

   `What's that?' I asked as I stood up, my cock waving just a few inches
from his face.

   `Instead of me bobbing my head and working my hand on you, you stick
your cock into my mouth and holding my head in your hands, you then fuck me
in the mouth,' and he licked his lips and took the head of my prick into
his mouth as his hand grasped the base of my shaft.

   Well I was wrong with what I thought and I liked to be looking down at
John, kneeling there with my cock in his mouth. I put my hands to the sides
of his head and began to move my hips backwards and forwards, watching my
prick move in and out from between his lips. His mouth was hot and his
tongue was pressing the head of my cock up to the roof of his mouth as his
teeth gently raked both top and bottom sides of the muscle moving in
between his lips. I wish there had been a mirror there in the room so that
I could see exactly what it looked like, me fucking John in the mouth.

   I must admit that it was different and I was enjoying it and knew I
couldn't hold out much longer. My thrusting became faster, his fist holding
the base of my cock stopped me from choking him as I moved. My legs
suddenly felt weak as I shuddered and came in his mouth, just short sharp
stabs of my cock brought out the last.

   I let go of his head and pulled out and sagged down onto the bed,
panting and could now see a big smile on his face. His eyes shining and his
lips clamped together and I saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed my
sperm. He then leaned forward onto my thighs and gave me another quick suck
before licking all round the head of my bright red headed cock.

   `How was that Bob?' he asked as he sat back on his heels, his own
erection sticking out proud from his thighs.

   `Great,' I said, putting out my hand as I stood up, pulling him to his
feet and kissing him. `My turn now,' I said as I moved off the bed onto my
knees on the pillow, John moving back slightly for me to get my back
straight. I looked at him and smiled and licked my lips as I saw what I
desired in my mouth, just inches away from my nose. I did as he had done,
grasping the base of his shaft as I licked my lips and opened my mouth for
him to put his cock inside it.

   This he did as his hands came up and held both sides of my head as I
clamped my lips tight round his shaft, pressing my tongue upwards. He held
me firmly as he moved himself in and out, remembering not to grip too hard
with my teeth. The difference between sucking on a rampant cock and having
a face fuck is that you do not have control. But the pleasure was still
there of having that pulsating organ in your mouth and have his emission
come pouring out of the eye for you to taste.

   I couldn't swallow until he'd pulled himself out and I smiled up at him,
letting him see that I had it all in my mouth before letting it slide down
my throat like an oyster. I took hold of him again, for he was still
standing in front of me, and went and sucked on him again and licked off
any semen that was left.

   `That was lovely Bob,' he said, helping me up, me picking up the pillow
at the same time. `Let's have those beers, I'm gasping.' We got onto the
bed and leaned up on our elbows as we pulled the ring that opens the can
and took a healthy swig before settling back on the pillows.

   `Well Bob,' he said, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. `We've
been er, getting together now for, what, three weeks, and I don't really
know a thing about you?' He gave me a big grin. `Except for having a lovely
big cock,' which he stroked though it was now quite limp.

   `Not much to tell really. I was born and bred in Whitechapel and as a
youngster, used to work on my dad's market stall. There I learned how to
add, subtract when helping him sell. While giving out the sales pitch, I
would already be working out the profit and percentages. This grounding got
me a job in a commodities firm and it wasn't long before I'd talked my way
onto the floor of the Stock Exchange, selling commodities such as copper,
tin, gold, silver as well as dealing with the world's currencies. So I had
to carry a lot of figures in my head on all these current prices as well as
working out the exchange rate against the dollar, yen or mark.

   `I was on the floor for ten years, and in that time, I made enough money
in bonuses to buy my parents their own house off the council and buy three
apartments in Kensington.'

   `Wow,' John exclaimed. `When you say on the floor, is that what you mean
when you see on t.v., men shouting and waving bits of paper about in their
hands?'

   `Yes.'

   `How old were you when you left the floor?'

   `Thirty. That's about the limit for you start to burn out once you reach
twenty five. Lose your edge. I was promoted into the back office where I
stayed for the next five years. It was during this time that I met and
married Sally who also worked at the firm before we left.'

   `Why did you leave at thirty five? You must have been making good
money?'

   `Simple. The company got taken over and they sold off the commodities
and we were made redundant. Good payout though. But during this period
there, Docklands was on the verge of being built up and so I sold two of
the apartments and got a mortgage and bought a whole block of luxury flats,
off plan. Ten in all. That's where the redundancy money came in handy, for
it paid off the mortgage and left us owning them all completely. Sally and
I set up a financial advisory service, which we still work at from here.'

   `Did you sell the apartments or rent them out?' John asked.

   `Rent them and live off the income they bring in. It so happened than
when they were being built, I bumped into an old school mate of mine. He
had just left the army after twenty years, being a drill sergeant, and was
looking for a place to live and for work. I asked him if he would like to
be my caretaker, having one of the ground floor places, and see to the
rents and the running of the building. He was married and his wife would
see to keeping the carpets and stairs were cleaned daily etc. They jumped
at the chance and so that was taken care of.

   Sally and I both got fed up with the way England was going, you know,
the violence, immigration, a higher cost of living and most of all, the
weather. So we looked around and found this place. Sold the apartment in
Kensington and moved out here.'

   We'd smoked a few cigarettes and finished our beer, all the time, John
had been stroking my cock and balls and it was now hard up against my
stomach.

   `Well I'm glad you came here and we met. I've come to love this
wonderful tool of yours,' he said as he moved his head down onto my
shoulder, looking at what he was stroking. `I like the feeling of it, so
big, hard and strong. I love it in my mouth and I...I wonder if you would
really make love to me as only men can. I've taken the head of it into me
but now I would like to feel the whole length and strength of it inside
me. Would you do that and make me very happy?' He looked up at me and I
could see the plea in his eyes.

   Well, he'd finally got round to asking me to fuck him. My cock was
really throbbing now and I got butterflies in my stomach and a tingle run
up and down my spine. He would want his quid pro quo. Could I? Would I?
Should I? Stick my prick up his arse and then have him do the same to me?
He seemed to be begging for it, so he must enjoy it. If he enjoyed this,
maybe I would too. This and many other thoughts rushed through my mind in
those few seconds from him asking the question. Fuck him first and think
about the answer while doing it came to mind.

   `If you want me to,' I said, my voice sounding a bit thick.

   `Oh you wonderful man,' he breathed out, his face lighting up like a
Christmas tree. He moved up and kissed me and then moved down and kissed
the head of my erection before rolling over and getting a condom out of the
bedside table drawer. He moved over to me, getting the thing out of its
wrapper and expertly rolled the rubber down on my erection. He still had
the smile on his face as he sat up and moved onto his hands and knees.

   `You shouldn't need telling what to do,' he said as he lowered his upper
body onto his forearms so that his backside was up in the air. I moved up
and behind him, seeing my sheathed cock swaying in front of me. I now
looked properly for the first time at the cheeks of his bum, slightly
parted because of his legs apart and I could see the small brown puckered
hole that he wanted me to stick my dick in.

   The ache in my balls told me that they needed some release and there in
front of me was the means of doing so. I shuffled forward on my knees, my
left hand holding onto his hip and with my right, held my cock out straight
and placed it to his back entrance. With my body holding it in place, put
my right hand up onto his other hip and leaned forward.

   I could feel the resistance as I gently pushed and could see the head of
my cock slowly move into him and John relaxed under me and the head
suddenly slipped inside to a grunt from John. I kept moving forward until
the whole length of my shaft had disappeared and I could feel the tightness
surrounding the whole of my cock as my thighs came up tight to the cheeks
of his bum.

   `Oh God! If feels big and wonderful Bob,' he gasped. `Now start moving
and let me really feel it properly.'

   This I did, holding his hips and moving mine backwards and forwards as I
began to fuck him. It was so tight and wonderful, having that pressure all
round my throbbing cock as I moved in and out of his backside. I loved it
and kept moving and heard John actually crooning as I fucked him and
decided then that I would let him do the same to me as he seemed to like it
very much.

   With my mind made up, I gave myself up to the pleasure that I was
getting, fucking that tight backside and it was only as I was shooting my
load into him did I realise the difference between his arse and a vagina;
the tightness. Okay, it wasn't really normal to fuck another man, but until
you've tried it, it's hard to explain. The vagina has many small muscles
that can play along your shaft but not strong enough to really squeeze
you. The ring piece of the backside is so much stronger but it is the only
one. This can be felt as you move backwards and forwards, gripping you
tight and really pulling the sperm out of the tube in the penis.

   But some of this I didn't find out till later. For at the moment, I was
really loving this fucking of John. He urged me on as I neared my peak.

   `Harder,' he cried. `Harder.'

   I held his hips tight and dragged him back onto me as I rammed myself
forward, my thighs smashing up to the cheeks of his bum, my balls smacking
him at the same time. Boy, did I come. It seemed like bucketfuls as I
gripped his hips tight to my thighs as I jerked into him. I didn't realise
until I stopped moving, at how much I had been sweating. It was rolling
down my face and I could see it falling down onto the cheeks of his bum. I
gave them a stroke and made him give out a shiver and pulled out of him. He
gave out a cry and I thought that I'd hurt him and asked him.

   `No,' he said as I watched his arsehole begin to pucker up and close,
making me marvel at how big it had looked before it started to close
up. `It's just the loss I feel with it coming out.'

   He rose up and pulled some tissues from a box on the side and turned
round and pulled the condom off me. These he threw on the floor and
stretched down and took the wet head of my cock into his mouth and sucked
and licked till the head was clean. He straightened up and put his hands
round my shoulders and pulled me down on the bed and kissed me as he half
rolled on top of me.

   `Thank you Bob. You don't know just how much I needed that. It's been
four long years since I had another man fuck me and I now feel
marvellous. Anytime you want me the same way, just say so and I'll drop my
shorts in an instant.' It warmed my heart to hear him say that.

   `Do...do...might...oh hell. Bob. Can...can we, can I do the same to you?
I'll understand if you say no, but...' His voice trailed away and again, as
he looked up at me I saw the look in his eyes, wanting, hoping that I would
say yes. I stroked his hair and then his face.

   `Yes John,' I said softly. His eyes lit up again and I got several more
kisses from him before he rolled off and got another condom out. I had the
butterflies in my stomach again and that same shiver up and down my spine
as I watched him roll the condom over his prick. It now looked that much
bigger, longer and thicker. He's going to shove that bloody great thing up
my arse? It won't fit!

   In spite of these thoughts, I found myself turning round on the bed,
rising myself up onto my knees. I leaned forward, resting my head on the
pillow, my shoulders laying on my forearms, my backside sticking up in the
air. I wondered if my rear end looked any different from what his looked
like at that angle. I felt the bed move as John got behind me and I gave
out a tremble when his left hand came onto my hip.

   `The secret Bob is to relax,' his right hand stroking the cheek of my
bum. `The entry may be a little painful at first but it soon goes and I
think you'll enjoy the experience. But we'll use a little cream the first
time. It'll feel a little cold at first.'

   It was and made me flinch as the cold cream was put to my ring piece.

   `Relax Bob, relax,' he said as I felt the head of his cock touch me
where the cream was. I could help give out a shiver as I felt the pressure
of it at my ring as his other hand come up to hold my other hip.

   `Relax, relax,' he said as soothingly as he could as the pressure built
up against my arsehole. I tried to relax and deny him entry, but he kept
leaning forward and I felt some pain as my hole was expanded and then, all
of a sudden, the head of his cock slipped inside me.

   I instantly felt the throbbing of his prick, pulsating inside me and my
sphincter muscle automatically gripped him just below the head. A loud gasp
escaped me at this intrusion into my body, painful as the entry was, the
feeling now was incredible. This feeling was enhanced as he pushed forward
and I felt his shaft sliding easily, because of the cream, into my backside
until I felt his thighs reach mine and he was fully embedded inside me.

   Christ, he felt big! Throbbing and pulsating inside me was an experience
I'd never had before, and I found that I liked it. Nerves I didn't know I
had were being touched by John's big thrusting prick. My heart started
really thumping and I found that it was beating at the same pace of that
throbbing cock that was sliding in and out of me. Another nerve was touched
and I felt my own organ swell up till it was hurting me it was so big as it
swayed up and down to John's movements behind me. My balls followed suit by
swinging back and forth like a speeded up clock pendulum. My mind was
boiling at all the different sensations that flowed through my body as John
was fucking me, and found that I was even drooling at the mouth.

   I felt John's fingers digging into my hips harder and his thrusting into
me got faster and I knew he was on the point of coming. Like me, he must
have been sweating for I felt drops fall onto my back as I heard him
grunting and realised that I was sweating too.

   John gave out a groan and his thighs were pressed tight up against the
cheeks of my bum as his hips pumped away and I felt his cock expand that
little bit more as he came into my backside. Well, the condom really, but
it was a lovely sensation to feel that pulsating throbbing as he came,
holding me very tight to his body.

   He stopped moving, but I could still feel his cock pulsating inside me
and I cried out as I felt it moving backwards out of me. There was a small
insignificant spasm of pain as my ring piece expanded a little more as the
head of his cock slipped out. There was a sudden waft of cold air round the
hole he'd just been fucking and I cried out again at this sudden feeling of
loss.

   I wanted that cock of his back inside me again and had the presence of
mind to remember what he had done, and so I grabbed some tissues and pulled
the used condom off that lovely prick of his. I dropped them on the floor
and quickly took the head of his prick into my mouth and sucked out the
residue of his coming. His hand was stroking my hair as I finished sucking
and licking the red headed cock and looked up at his smiling face.

   `You wonderful man,' he breathed out as he pulled me up and hugged and
kissed me. We fell back onto the bed, kissing and stroking each other
without pause. `That was lovely,' he said breathlessly when we broke
apart. `Now we truly are lovers.'

   I hadn't thought of us in this way but agreed with what he said, for
with us both now having fucked each other, that was the only name I could
give to our copulating. You, as the reader, would probably come with at
least ten different words for what we were doing. Fuckers, buggers,
sodomites, queers etc., but I preferred the word lovers, for I wanted his
cock stuck back up inside me, badly.

    We lay together for another hour, kissing and stroking each other's
cock until they were rock hard again. I moved first to get a condom out and
rolled it down on his throbbing piece and quickly turned round onto my
knees.

    `Please John,' I begged. `Fuck me again.' He gave me a smile and stuck
his finger into the cream pot and I flinched again as the cold cream was
put to my ring. Then I had his hand on my hip and I shivered as the tip of
his cock was again pushing up at the entrance to my back passage. The sharp
pain was welcomed this time as the head expanded me and he slipped inside
me once again and I got the same thrill as he filled me with his pulsating
lovely cock.

   I was in heaven as he moved himself inside me, touching hidden nerves
that sent all kinds of tremors throughout my body. I shivered and trembled
as waves of pleasure flowed through me and my own cock got harder and
harder, especially when he gripped me tight as his body melded to mine as
his hips jerked and he came inside me again.

    Oh what a lovely way to spend a lunchtime, having your lover fuck
you. I was drooling again but cried out as he pulled himself free from the
tightened grip of my sphincter muscle that tried to hold him there. The
cold air again wafted round my puckering arsehole as I got the tissues to
remove the condom for me to suck on him.

   It was smiles and kisses again as he got out another condom and rolled
it down on my cock and I had the pleasure of looking at the peach of an
arse in front of me and the small hole that I was going to make bigger with
my throbbing cock.

   John grunted as the head forced its way inside and I watched as my shaft
quickly followed until my own body obscured my sight as I nestled my thighs
up against the cheeks of his bum. I liked the tightness of his arse as I
moved my cock in and out of it, feeling him tighten his muscle as I
smoothly fucked him. But the pleasure was short lived as I started to come,
holding his hips hard as I jerked into him.

                                                         *

    I was in a state of euphoria after our second coupling and had this
feeling for the rest of the day, not remembering what I said to Sally on my
return home. K9 greeted me with a lick, Sally with a kiss. She didn't
understand the passion of my kiss and the fierce hug I gave her, I didn't
understand it either, such was my feeling of love. For I was in love twice
over. Two loves. Sally my first love and a woman, and John, my man and my
second love. I was in a new world and happy that I'd found out that I was
really bi-sexual. I loved Sally, being my wife and having a vagina and
breasts that I could lick and suck, both actually. Then John, loving his
hard prick, either in my mouth or up my backside, but only sucking on that
hard piece of flesh.

   I think Sally was pleased in the way we had sex that night, going down
between her legs, tickling as well as sticking my tongue inside her,
exciting her up to an orgasm and sucking as her fluids flowed. So much so
that she went down on me but wanted me inside her before I came and gave
her another orgasm when I did. She was happy and so was I.

                                                         *