Author's notes:
Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you're not into that, then kindly back out and find another story.
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you've read the story.
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I spent the next three days on a sexual high after Thursday's masturbation group session, and the fun afterwards. I was floating in bliss; time seemed to slow down a half step, and everything was brighter. My mind was calm, and there was an ethereal glow to the world. Both sides of my bisexual brain had been satisfied that night, and several fantasies had been fulfilled. I was happy I'd taken the plunge and joined KingofJacks. I laughed at myself for almost backing out. I felt sexually complete for the first time in my life. I felt satiated.
By Monday morning, bliss had given away to burning passion. I woke up dreaming of Chad's cock in my mouth. Gina was there too, but it was Chad I remembered coaxing me with his hypnotically deep voice, "that's it...yeah...yeah...nice...deeper now." My morning wood stretched to new heights, and my whole body ached of carnal desire. I took care of that pressing need and then showered.
As I was toweling off, my phone rang. It was Chad. I had given him my cell number, but I hadn't really expected to hear from him until we got together again this Thursday for the group jerk-off.
"Peter. How are you?"
"Hello, Chad. I couldn't be better. And you?"
"Gina and I would like you to come over tonight."
That was it; direct and to the point. I was getting a feel for how he communicated. There was no: 'if you're not busy', or 'I know this is last minute, but.' My mind raced with questions. Would this be another masturbation session? Would Jim be there? Would Chad go further with me than last Thursday? As my mind questioned, there was a long quiet pause on the phone. Chad said nothing; he waited for me to break the silence.
"Yes...sorry...I was just thinking of something I needed to do, but it can wait," I lied. I needed a cover for my hesitation.
"Seven o'clock then. Don't be late," he directed before hanging up. And there it was again, that requirement for punctuality.
I was still naked from my shower and when I looked down I was hard as a rock. Just hearing Chad's commanding voice and knowing I would be with them that night had me ready for more. I resisted the temptation to masturbate again. I took the day off of work; there was no way I could've been able to concentrate on anything important at the office.
I began daydreaming of what the night would bring, but that just made me hornier. I paced the house anxious for the evening to come. I had the whole day ahead of me, and the wait was killing me.
I thought of the bliss state of the past weekend. It was a sexual high alright, but rather than a raw feeling of urge, it was more of a sensual intoxication. Blind lust is easy to obtain, but an elevated sense of continuous ecstasy where your whole body is on a sexual high and time slows and even the air feels sensual is harder to get into, and maintain. I wanted to return to that sexual euphoric state for the rest of the day, and then still be in it when I went to Chad's that night. So I planned a day that kept me busy and yet would rekindle that sexual transcendance.
I went for a walk in woods with nothing on but loose fitting silky shorts, and sandals. They looked like running shorts to anyone else, but my package was free to swing and sway, and sensually brush against the silky materiel. The place was state park lands with hiking trails running throughout. One trail headed up a large hill. The top plateaued and had a big area people used for a lookout over the valley. There was one section off to the side used by sunbathers. Some people sunbathed in the nude, but it wasn't legally sanctioned for that. The rangers would come through once and a while and tell anyone who was naked to put their clothes on. They didn't really care about nude sunbathing as much as the place turning into an outdoor sex park. Their occasional presence kept the place under control. Lisa and I had gone up there once and while for an all-over-tan.
As I turned the corner to the beginning of the sunbathing area I noticed two college aged girls sitting on a blanket behind a large rock I had just passed. They were naked and kissing each other and caressing each others arms and breasts. I must have startled them because I got a good look of their passion before they realized I was there. They quickly parted lips and leaned away from each other. My cock jumped at the image in my head of these two young beauties making love. They smiled at me sheepishly as I passed. I returned the smile and said, "Beautiful day to be sunbathing."
I moved away from them to give them privacy. I felt the urge to sunbath naked too, but hadn't brought a towel or blanket, and the ground was mostly rock. I found a large smooth rock that looked comfortable enough to lay on. I stripped off my shorts and used them as a makeshift pillow. As I lay there my mind drifted back to the two young girlfriends I had just passed. I had an erotic day dream of them making love. My cock hardened as I imagined one eating the others pussy. I had to resist the temptation to grab my cock and stroke it; both because I wanted to save myself for the night, and because of where I was.
The breeze was blowing up my balls and along my shaft. It felt good to have my cock hard and exposed to the world. I soon heard female voices nearing me. I didn't react to hide my hard-on. It felt so natural that I no longer cared that someone might see me naked and hard. My eyes were still closed when I heard "Nice cock" directed my way. I opened my eyes and turned my head. It was the two young lovers. They had dressed; they now wore tight fitting athleisure pants and tanks tops. We exchanged smiles as they passed. The site of them brought me back to my daydream of them making love. This time, I was in that dream with them. The three of us were going down on each other in a triangle.
Not wanting to get sunburnt on my precious package, I soon headed back down the trail. It was only noon when I arrived back at the trailhead—I had a long afternoon ahead of me before my date with Chad and Gina. My excursion up to the nude sunbathing place had returned me to the bliss state of the weekend—where time slowed and everything glowed warmly with a sensual hue. I felt that getting a sensual massage before heading to Chad's that night would be a good thing to help keep me in that blissful mood. I remembered Lisa and I had gotten a sensual couples massage a few times with a masseuse named Rebecca at one of the local spas. It was fun. It made us feel sexually charged, and afterwards we'd go home and make wild passionate love. I called the spa to see if Rebecca had any openings. The only opening in her schedule was at 1:00pm for an hour. It was a little earlier in the day than I was hoping for, but it was a last-minute request, so I took it. I had just enough time to get home and shower off the sweat from the trail before making to the appointment.
When Rebecca came out to greet me in the waiting room she looked at me quizzically. "Where's your wife," she asked innocently. I thought for a moment she had recognized my face, and I was impressed. We had only gone to her a few times, and it had been over a year since the last time. Then I realized she probably looked my name up in the client database. I told her of my wife's passing. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes, and said, "I'm, so sorry," as
she moved in and embraced me in a long comforting hug.
Rebecca told the receptionist we'd be using room 7 instead of 6. As we passed room 6 I saw the double massage tables and recalled the last time my wife and I were here.
"You can disrobe and lie face down. Here's a towel if you'd like," she instructed.
As I stripped down she flitted about the room adjusting the light and music.
She began her routine by lightly raking the skin on my back and legs with her fingernails. She followed that with a gentle circular fingertip massage. She was a master of finding all the hidden erogenous zones. A scent of lavender filled the air. She told me the massage oil was laced with ylang ylang; an essential oil linked to sex drive. Rebbeca was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties--young enough to be my daughter, but that didn't stop me from stealing glances at her as she moved around the room. She wore no bra, and her plunging neck backless halter top barely contained her ample breasts, especially when she leaned over to work on me. She wore tight yoga shorts with obviously no panties. She had gorgeous brown hair that framed a very pretty face. My cock grew as she administered her sensual touches. She soon slipped her hands under the towel and massaged my buttocks. My cock strained against the table and my balls ached to be touched.
After she finished with my backside she had me flip over. My hard-on was obvious to her as she held the towel and I flipped under it.
