The Set-Up

All participants are 18 or over.

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It promised to be a very fine session. Amanda had tested all the restraints and Victor was held firmly in place on the bed. She had promised to fulfil his deepest fantasies today. It was Saturday, they were childless and neither of them had to go to work. They could spend all day in bed. He was naked and his cock was twitching in anticipation of the great sex he was going to have with his wife.

If she ever came out of the bathroom.

He was getting cold out here waiting. He hated that because it made his balls contract and his pecker withdraw. That sure didn't help him to present as the most impressive sexual partner.

Finally, Amanda came out of the en suite. She was fully dressed and made up.

"What's it to be?" Victor asked smoothly." Am I getting a strip-tease today?"

"I'm going shopping for the day," she said pleasantly.

"That's not funny, Amanda."

"I'm not joking." She smiled. "I guess I should explain. I did some searching through the internet browsing history a few days ago. You forgot to delete it, I guess."

Victor blushed. Of course he had been browsing all kinds of pornography.

"Oh, that's alright," she said reassuringly as she came around to the side of the bed. "I'm not angry at all, but I was a little surprised at some of it."

Victor tried to remember what he had been browsing a few days back. A bit of everything really... including gay porn. Uh-oh, he thought.

"Yes, I was very surprised that you were curious about doing it with men."

His cock twitched slightly.

"You know, kissing men with wild passion. Getting your cock sucked and giving head with abandon. Fucking men and getting fucked up the ass."

Victor couldn't help himself. The images aroused him, but when they were framed in his wife's mouth they somehow sounded hotter, dirtier. He had an erection.

Amanda laughed at that. "And I never knew!"

Victor felt shamed, but Amanda intervened.

"Darling, it's okay. I don't mind you being curious. I'm curious about what it would be like to be with another woman. It's natural."

The thought of his beautiful wife in bed with another woman did nothing to diminish his hard-on.

"I understand so well that I'm keeping my promise to fulfil your fantasy today." Victor looked at her quizzically. Was she offering to peg him? But then why dress up to go shopping? Was she going to make him wait here in prolonged anticipation?

"Do you remember Philippe, my gay friend from work?"

Victor nodded affirmatively. They had met at Amanda's office Christmas party a few months ago.

"Well, Philippe told me privately that he thought you had a hot ass and that I was a lucky woman. By the way, I agree with him on both counts. You have the hottest ass I've ever seen and I'm lucky to be with you." She leaned down and kissed Victor passionately on the lips.

Victor kissed back. So Amanda genuinely wasn't upset with him. This was a huge relief.

"Now, I don't blame you for never mentioning you were curious. That would really be putting it out there. But we promised we would tell each other everything. Now I want you to tell me about this. Just say the words."

Victor was still hesitant. "I'm curious," he said.

"About what? Give it all to me."

"I'm curious about having sex with another man."

"What exactly would you like to do?"

"I'd like a man to suck me."

"Obviously. What else."

"I'd like to fuck a man in the ass."

"What else? There's no shame in it."

"I'd like to see if I could blow a man and to try being fucked in the ass."

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Amanda asked. Then she turned her head toward the door and raised her voice. "Come on in, Philippe!"

All the colour drained out of Victor's face and his cock shrivelled as a man walked into the room. Philippe was tall and handsome, well-built and judging from that bulge in his pants, hung.

"Hi, Victor," Philippe said.

"Um, hi, Philippe." What was that old joke? Victor thought. What do you say to a naked man? Well, what do you say when you are the naked man?

"You heard everything, Philippe?" Amanda asked him.

"Every word," Philippe confirmed.

"So that's it then. Darling, Philippe's going to show you everything. I'd stay and watch, but I thought that might make you self-conscious this time."

This time?

She leaned over Victor's face and kissed him goodbye. "I won't be back until about five, so you boys have all day."

Oh my God.

"Have fun," she said as she swept out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door.

Philippe had a gentle look in his eyes. "Not every man's wife would be open to this. You're very lucky."

"Yes, I think so." It may have sounded more questioning than Victor intended.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. As a naked man restrained in front of a gay virtual stranger, I can understand why you might feel vulnerable. Let's get this out of the way right now. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. One word from you and everything stops."

Victor was reassured but still scared. He was in completely unfamiliar, even virgin, territory. He had no idea what to say, but now that he was alone with Philippe, he found he was feeling a hint of the same anticipation for sex as he felt earlier.

"Victor, do you want me to take control?"

Victor nodded.

Philippe took his jacket off and began to undress slowly. He lifted his sweater over his head and threw it aside. He kicked his shoes off, shed his pants, his socks and finally, his underwear. Victor had not been mistaken about the size of Philippe's love muscle. It was quite large but not grotesque.

"I thought we could play a game of give and take. What I do for you, you do for me. Does that sound fair?"

Victor nodded. His mouth was dry.

Philippe knelt on the bed between Victor's legs and began to touch Victor's cock. It sprang to immediate attention.

"You have a beautiful cock," Philippe said.

"Thanks," Victor groaned as Philippe began to stroke his dick while caressing his balls.

Then without a word of warning, Philippe fell on his cock with his mouth. He stimulated the glans with his tongue and began to bob his head up and down the length of Victor's shaft. After a few moments, Victor heard slurping sounds as Philippe increased the suction lock around his member. It was sexy as Hell and it went on for five minutes or so, until Victor's breathing shifted and Philippe could tell that his student in the arts of gay love was close to orgasm. Philippe stopped hovering over Victor's cock, and Victor unconsciously thrust himself upward against his restraints, desperate to return to that pleasure-giving mouth. He groaned with frustration. He had been so close.

"What's your hurry?" Philippe asked, hopping off the bed. Victor, still breathless, didn't answer and Philippe laughed. He pulled a small jar of lube and a pack of condoms out of his jacket pocket. Victor shuddered in a mix of fear and excitement. He had penetrated Amanda anally, but he had never been screwed in the ass himself.

As if reading Victor's mind, Philippe said, "this is the day you lose your cherry." He tore open one of the condoms and put it on, then he lubed it up and got back on the bed, back between Victor's legs. He tested the restraints and confirmed he could raise Victor's ass high enough to access his asshole. He coated the entirety of the area with lube and then pressed first one finger, then two into the tight sphincter. Victor moaned.

"Does that hurt?" Philippe asked.

"No," Victor said.

Philippe added a third finger. Victor moaned again as Philippe began finger-fucking his ass.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Victor admitted between deep breaths.

The alien sensation around his sensitive anus continued for several minutes. Victor could see that his cock was slobbering pre-cum over his lower belly. Then Philippe stopped.

"You're all warmed up, time for the main event. I'll warn you now, it's going to hurt a bit. Just try to be patient through that, because it'll pass and it will start to feel good."

Victor was scared but willing. He was horny as all Hell now. He felt like it was a wonder he hadn't come already, even without touching his dick. He was that turned on that he thought he might spontaneously ejaculate.

"I'm going to take your feet out of the restraints. I think I can trust you not to kick me off the bed."

"Yeah, you can trust me for that."

Philippe laughed. With his legs now free of restraints, Victor was able to give Philippe better access to his anus. Philippe positioned himself so that his penis was above Victor's hole, and Victor raised his legs up over Philippe's shoulders.

"Here we go," Philippe said, giving Victor fair warning.

The tip of his penis pushed its way through the sphincter and Victor felt no discomfort, only stimulation, but Philippe kept going and as he did, the pain began. Victor groaned audibly but he didn't ask Philippe to stop. Philippe in turn whispered into Victor's ear, telling him how to relax and take his cock up his ass.

It took Victor a few tries but he eventually managed to do what Philippe suggested. As Philippe's dick fully penetrated him, the pain subsided and he became aware of a feeling of fullness. It was strangely satisfying. Then as the friction increased between Philippe's cock and the interior of Victor's asshole, he felt Philippe hitting his prostate gland. It seemed like every time he did that, Victor's cock would twitch and a little more pre-seminal fluid would leak out.

"Fuck, I forgot how tight a virgin can be!" Philippe said as he fell into a comfortable rhythm for fucking.

"Ugh... it feels... ugh... really... ugh... good..."

"Your ass is like a silk glove! I can't believe that I'm in the tight butt I was admiring at the Christmas party!"

"Trust me... ugh... I'm surprised too... ugh... it feels sooo good."

"It's starting to sound like maybe it feels a little too good. Maybe I should stop."

"No... ugh... don't fucking stop!"

"If your wife could hear you now!"

As Philippe fucked him, Victor matched him thrust for thrust and before very long, he groaned long and loud that he was going to come.

"Oh, no, you don't." Philippe pulled out of Victor's ass, leaving him feeling empty and incomplete. The climax was averted. Victor's arousal was intoxicating.

For a few minutes, Philippe let Victor cool off as he licked and nuzzled Victor's balls. As Philippe expected, Victor never lost his erection.

Now, Philippe sheathed Victor's cock in a condom and coated it with a sheen of lube. He treated his own ass and put a knee on either side of Victor's hips. He lowered himself down, slowly impaling himself on Victor's straining cock.

They both groaned in unison. Then Philippe began to slowly grind his ass up and down on Victor.

"You're the one doing the fucking now, straight guy."

"It feels really good, but go faster. I need to come."

Philippe laughed. "You'll come, but not yet."

He continued to ride up and down on Victor's dick, but he deliberately kept the pace leisurely. Victor tried to change gears by thrusting up into Philippe, but he couldn't maintain momentum and eventually resorted to meeting Philippe at his own speed.

Philippe could sense Victor's need, but he wanted this to come off just right. And besides, Victor's cock in his ass felt good and he wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out of the experience.

Eventually, it again seemed Victor was close to ejaculation. Philippe was alert for the signs and immediately hauled himself off of the other man's cock.

"Nooooo!" Victor cried out.

"Trust me, it will be worth it."

Philippe discarded first his condom, then Victor's. Then he clambered back on the bed and straddled Victor's face, his knees on his arms.

"Okay, now it's time to suck, bitch."

Victor felt his cock twitch when Philippe called him "bitch". He opened his mouth and waited for Philippe.

"Cover your teeth with your lips, then take it in at your own speed. I'll give you more when I think you can take it."

Victor obeyed and he felt the spongy head of Philippe's cock enter his mouth. He met it with his tongue, caressing it and manipulating it with his tongue. The skin tasted salty.

"Yeah, that's a good cocksucker."

Victor felt a strange thrill at being called a "cocksucker". It felt degrading, but it turned him on.

He took in more of Philippe's dick as he allowed it. He rolled his tongue around it and began to suck on it, caving in his cheeks to really put the pressure on this enormous throbbing member.

"It's been a day for you, hasn't it? You've let a gay man fuck you in the ass and now you've sucked his cock."

It was true. He had enjoyed every minute of it.

"Gotta mark this day on the calendar. This is the one where you turned sissy on your wife."

It felt so wrong when Philippe said it like that but it felt kind of right too.

Philippe started flexing his hips, pumping his cock faster and faster into Victor's willing mouth. He could feel the pressure building in his loins.

Victor felt like the slightest stimulation would send him over the edge. Victor wished that Philippe would reach around behind him and give him a little pull. He barely needed one more thing to come...

"Admit it," Philippe said. "You're a faggot now."

Victor felt his cock spasm violently and a string of cum blasted across Philippe's back. Rope after rope of semen burst across his belly. He felt his asshole contracting as the sperm was propelled out of his body. It was a powerful orgasm.

"You came without even touching yourself, just the taste of gay cock in your mouth. That's fucking hot as Hell."

"Mmmmmmfff..." It was a groan of pure satisfaction.

"Alright, my turn," Philippe breathed huskily.

Then he groaned and his cock flooded Victor's mouth with splooge. Victor couldn't swallow it fast enough. It ran across his cheeks and down the side of his neck into his hair. When Philippe removed his cock, Victor licked his lips, trying to take in all the cum he could.

Later, Philippe and Victor both lay on the bed, coming down from their experience.

"I hope you didn't mind the sissy/faggot talk at the end," Philippe said. "I just get hot thinking I'm maybe introducing a straight boy to a wider world."

"It turned me on. It's alright."

"You're a good lay."

"Thanks. So are you."

"You know, your wife really did want to stay and watch. I was the one who thought you'd be more comfortable if we did this without her the first time."

"'The first time?'"

"Well, your wife still wants to watch. She set it up with me for next Saturday, if you're willing."

"Hell, yes!"

"What's next?"

"Next, you untie my hands... I have to piss like a race horse!"

"And then?"

"And then we have until about five. How many of those condoms did you bring?"