In the previous chapters: My wife and I were teachers in a high school in Washington, DC. One day, when I was exercising at the local health club, I met Lance, a former student of ours. We started talking and later moved to the showers, jacuzzi, and wet sauna. I was impressed by his huge penis and could not stop myself from ogling it. Gradually, after several episodes of visiting the facility at the same time, I became obsessed with his dick, and Lance persuaded me to touch it, then suck it, and eventually to have anal sex with him. I became addicted to his organ and tolerated his domination and the occasional demeaning behavior. Then he surprised me, bringing his friend, who was another student of mine in the past, and together they used my mouth and anus. I was frustrated emotionally, but hooked physically.
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My mental situation was unstable, to say the least. How I could function in class was hard to imagine. My concentration was off, and I was fortunate that my students gave me credit as a good teacher, but I caught myself not correcting their mistakes, and even blabbering inaccurate statements. I was in a hole and didn't know what to do about it. In the past, Tatiana and I discussed openly every dilemma we encountered, but how could I tell her I fell for a guy's penis?!... I turned more introverted and hoped for a miracle cure.
The following week I arrived at the club at 8:30 pm. Emotionally I was drained, and exercised lightly. Then I went to the jacuzzi and sat there for 15 minutes, looking blankly at the wall. A noisy child woke me from my daze. I showered and entered the foggy sauna. Lance was sitting there. He stared at me but said nothing. I leaned back and closed my eyes. For the next 10 minutes, both of us remained quiet. I broke first and mumbled, "Lance, is everything all right?"
He blurted, "I am fine. How about you?"
"I am struggling to comprehend the situation I am in..."
"Don't try too hard. If you hate it, leave, but if you cherish it, better say so, before I leave."
I pleaded with him, "Please stay. It has nothing to do with you. It's me."
"Clitty, stop whining and suck my cock."
I was at the lowest low, but I couldn't let him leave. I pounced on his flaccid organ and, within a couple of minutes, revived it. It was rock hard and filled my mouth. I milked it enthusiastically, waiting impatiently for my reward. As he got close, I caressed his ball sack and massaged his nipples. He spurted his spunk like a geyser into my accepting mouth, almost drowning me.
At the end, he moved his fingers through my hair and said, "You were a good boy. Next time, I'll expect you at my house. And Morton may join us again."
I stared at Lance, "Why are you doing it? Is it to embarrass me further?"
"Clitty, the other night we both realized you enjoyed double penetration so why fight it? It's time to live your life the way fate decided for you. Let your body dictate your life and ignore stigmas. I do not see that what you did with Morti and me is much different than what the two of us did without him. Am I wrong?"
"Theoretically you are not mistaken, but now my humiliation is spreading beyond us two."
"Clitty, I like you, but you make no sense. Morti already knows all about you and has done you before. What is the difference between being in you once or more times?"
I kept quiet. Lance stood up, "As I said, I hope you'll show up. If you choose not to, I'll cancel you from my list. Take care."
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Of course I arrived at his house as instructed. Lance opened the door for me with a big smile, "Wonderful timing. Morti just arrived, and he complained to me that the last time he had sex was with you. That's quite a long time. Poor guy. We'd better switch then; You'll give me one of your specialty BJs, and Morti will get the honors of fucking you."
"Lance, the other night it was only oral. Are you sure he doesn't have an STD?..."
"Both of us have multiple partners and check on a regular basis. We last tested about a month ago, and both of us were negative for everything."
I sighed and followed him to the living room. Morton grinned, "Hi teach. Nice to see you. I still remember fondly your sweet lips taking care of me. You were fantastic. I would settle for a similar thing now too, but Lance had other plans. Well, he is the boss."
The guys drank their beers while I sat on the sofa drinking orange juice. I recall trying once a German beer, but it was bitter and yuck, and I never wished to have another. When they finished, Lance unceremoniously undressed, stood before me, and told me to get to work. As my lips enveloped his beast, from the corner of my eye, I noticed Morton removing his clothes as well. Watching me giving head to his buddy excited him, and by the time he was naked, his thick member was pointing toward the ceiling. His eyes never left us while his palm lightly bobbed his extended pole.
Once Lance's dick was stiff, he ordered me to move to the rug on all 4. I did as he asked. He knelt before my face and signaled to me to keep milking his tool. As I obeyed, Morton moved behind me, spread my thighs gently, and put oily liquid on my behind. Then he gingerly stuck his thumb in my ass. It was pleasant; After having there a much larger object, even a large finger wasn't a problem. He worked my butt momentarily and then slowly advanced his erection into the hole. As I mentioned before, his organ was slightly shorter, but wider than Lance's. So when he pushed it inside, toward the end I felt pain, but he stopped in his tracks, and allowed my overstretched sphincter to adjust to the new intruder. And then he began riding me. His rhythm was slow and steady for a while, and soon enough, the familiar sensation of pleasurable friction and utter delight when the tip nudged my prostate affected me. My penis hardened and I became very horny. I heard myself moan on Lance's enormous cock as the 2 buddies synchronized their actions. I was too aroused to feel shame or have mental anguish. I was all into my bodily bliss. Lance came first, dumping his goo in my mouth. I swallowed it. Soon his organ began shriveling. He pulled out and watched Morton abusing my ass. With Lance out of the picture, I could free one hand and jacked off. I didn't need much and came in less than a minute. Morton tensed shortly after and erupted in my back hole a moment later. After he finished, he pulled out, and like Lance did the other day, he knelt before me, and shoved his partly deflated messy prick between my lips, forcing me to clean him. The taste was disgusting, but I did it without vomiting. After I cleaned his pecker, Morton smiled, hit lightly my exposed bottom, and blurted. "Lance, teach here is really the best we've had so far. He is definitely a keeper." Lance laughed, "Told you." I wasn't sure whether to savor the compliment or die of shame, so I attempted to show no emotion.
As I was about to leave, I got a phone call. It was Tatiana. Thinking it might be an emergency, I answered, "Hi Tatiana. Is everything OK?"
She said, "I just talked to Barb. She and her husband went last weekend to the new bar on Park Street. They had a lot of fun, and she highly recommended that we go there. Our anniversary is next weekend. Can we go?"
"Honey, bars are not for us. It's noisy, smoky, and people get drunk. Isn't it better to go to a concert or a show?"
"Every year we have done it. Let's try something different. If we do not like it, we won't go there again."
I sighed, "OK, dear, as you say."
The whole discussion was easily heard by Lance and Morton. Lance said, "You never talk about your wife, the teacher. Do you have current pictures of her?"
"Sure. I keep in my wallet photos of Tatiana and my daughters."
