Now you should know that at eighteen I had already had a number of pleasant homosexual experiences with my neighbor back home, as well as with my older brother. But so far, there had been no action at all at college. I was too interested in football and girls. Nonetheless, I am a true bisexual, and this close-up view of Fred’s nice long dong, surrounded by a bed of curly blond hair and two rather formidable-looking testicles, was getting to me. I decided that his sex organ was as beautiful as any I had seen, and my libido started to get in gear.
I kept sneaking looks at his naked cock and balls, but I wasn’t sure whether he noticed me looking. He finished undressing slowly—very slowly, it seemed to me—sort of showing off his sex equipment while the light was on. But my sense of caution at that moment was stronger than my curiosity, so I shook all thoughts of sex from my mind, rolled over and soon fell asleep. Fred got in bed, said good night and stayed on his side of the bed at first. It was about eleven o’clock.
Now, nobody sleeps in one spot all night long. Fred didn’t and I didn’t, either. It wasn’t long before our bodies were touching, seemingly at random and without meaning to. Vaguely, at one point, I had the feeling that Fred’s thigh was against my buttock. It felt warm and comfortable, so I simply relaxed in my half-sleep and didn’t move. A bit later, I had a dreamy feeling that a hand was on my thigh. It didn’t bother me or awaken me entirely, but the next thing I felt was the hand under my pajama top, lightly resting on the back of my neck, and this couldn’t be ignored or mistaken. Fred was making overtures.
I didn’t mind. When his hand reached around my waist, I quietly put my hand over it and squeezed a little. Fred’s response was immediate. He shifted his body so that his groin was directly against my buttocks and began to unbutton my pajama top. I could feel his gorgeous prick hardening fast, so I thrust backward with my rear end. He met the challenge and pressed his now-erect penis against my pajama-clad anus. My own prick had risen by now. I was hot and horny and knew I was in for a fun night. While Fred was removing my top, I started to slip out of the bottoms. In seconds I was as naked as he.
I turned over on my left side to face him, put my arms around his neck and kissed his delicious, softly feminine lips. He responded warmly, his tongue seeking mine. With his hand, he now brought our pricks together so that they touched and slowly began to stroke. My God, what an electric feeling! I kissed him again and again, never getting enough of his wonderful lips and mouth. The good feelings from my prick were now running throughout my body. I reached down and caressed his balls, which felt like plump peaches. I thought: peaches now, cream in a little while. Oh Christ! I was in a heaven of ecstasy. But I wanted to see him better. I wanted to look at, kiss and suck that cock of his, which, when erect, must be the most exciting piece of manhood I’d ever seen. So I said, “Let’s lock the door and turn on the light, so we can really enjoy this.” He let go of my prick, got up and secured the bolt on the door, then turned on the bed lamp.
He was beautiful, standing and holding his prick so that it pointed in my direction. I haven’t mentioned that his prick was circumcised, which was something new to me. For sucking, I thought, a totally exposed penis head looks really inviting, and it puts the lips and tongue in direct contact with the most sensitive areas. As I sat on the edge of the bed, my organ fully engorged, he came nearer. “Suck me,” he said. And I did, gladly. His was a cock I could suck forever. I licked the tip and under the glans. I kissed and sucked the tip. Then I put the whole wonderful thing in my mouth. He rubbed my hair and soon moved to the bed and lay on his back. I knelt over his prick and shoved my own cock in his willing mouth.
I was in heaven. Imagine, here I was with a casual acquaintance, in a strange house, performing the most intimate and sensuous sex acts. Just thinking about it caused me to come in a great big way, which, in turn, set Fred off. After jerking violently several times, his rigid cock ejected rich, delicious cream into my receptive and greedy mouth. My own formidable weapon shot loads of steaming love fluid past his hot red lips, every drop of which he swallowed.
We had been making love for about thirty minutes before we climaxed. Now came the difficult part. How would we act and what would we say?
“Well,” said Fred, standing up, his prick soft but still swollen, “I never thought that this would happen with you. Sure hope you’ll keep this to yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said as I started to put on my pajamas. “I’m a believer in free love and good fun between friends of any sex. But I do believe in privacy, and I count on you for the same.”
So, being in agreement about that, we decided to go back to sleep. But Fred asked me not to wear my pajamas. “I want to hold you naked throughout the night,” he explained.
He turned out the light and we got into bed. For some reason, I now felt full of desire again. Rarely did my sex urge come back to life so soon. What the hell, I said to myself, melting into his arms. He offered me his lips, which I kissed again with no diminution of feeling. Naturally, my prick nose, and I could feel his stiffening as well.
He whispered in my ear that we should jerk off together. We felt for each other’s prick and began stroking slowly and deliciously until I knew, by the hardness and throbbing of his cock, that he was close to exploding. I grabbed my pajama bottom and told him to come into it. We pumped faster and faster. First I blew thick wads of come. Then he came immediately afterward. I heaved the soaking pajamas on the floor. Realizing that we’d better not let our come stain the sheets, we sucked, milked and squeezed the last drop of sperm from each other’s cock, then finally fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning to find Fred’s face on my thigh, his mouth open, breathing on my balls, my cock near his beautiful red lips. What a lover! We decided it was too late for another round of lovemaking, so we took a shower together. We washed each other’s balls, cock, anus and armpits, and you can guess what happened. Our pricks were once again hard as rocks, so Fred grabbed both in one hand and brought us to our third satisfying orgasm together.
Did we ever get together again? No. It was risky at college, and I was too involved in my regular activities to try to figure out how to continue the contact. Anyway, Fred left at the end of the semester. But what a memorable night that was!—
Name and address withheld
INCREDULOUS NEIGHBOR SPIES A PENIS ON ONE OF THE “GIRLS-NEXT-DOOR”
Can you believe that a forty-year-old woman is writing this? Admittedly, it will seem that I’m either naive or just plain dumb, but my curiosity over a certain recent incident is still driving me up a wall.
About a year ago two very attractive girls in their early twenties moved into the apartment immediately next to mine. They’re both awfully nice, and over the months we have become quite good friends, to the point where our apartments are pretty well open to one another. At first I thought they were lesbians because of their apparent devotion to each other and the obvious lack of male visitors. But now I’m not at all sure. Also, a few months ago, one of them made an obvious but thinly disguised sexual overture, and although I gracefully declined at the time, now I could just kick myself in the fanny for not responding. Because since then I saw something strange that really aroused my curiosity.
To shorten a long story, about a month ago I came home from work early one day and, hearing noises next door, decided to go over for a little neighborly chitchat. Every pair of apartments in our complex shares a common balcony or patio, and it’s a simple matter, and convenient, to step over the low iron railing between the patios to get back and forth from each apartment. Anyway, that afternoon I went over as usual and, to my surprise, immediately saw what was causing the noise.
Through the sliding glass door, I could see to the far side of the living room, and there on the couch were my neighbors—one flat on her back, the other astride her and between her spread legs. And both were quite obviously enjoying an act of passionate and satisfying coitus! Heterosexual intercourse, at that!
They saw me at the very instant I saw them, and in a twinkling they were up and dashing for the bedroom door, their backs toward me so that I couldn’t discern who was who. They are both about the same height and shape, with long hair of almost identical color.
However, I
did
see a fairly good-sized and erect male organ on one of them. Not a dildo either. Of that I am absolutely certain. To resolve any doubts on that score, let me also add that my arrival on their balcony apparently either coincided with, or triggered, an orgasm, for as they arose and fled, the penis was obviously spurting its ejaculate.
Embarrassed, I froze and turned to leave when one of them called out for me to stay and said that they’d be right out. Well, what could I do? I was already there; so I thought I might just as well stick it out. And besides I was truly interested in the whitish liquid on the carpet and couch. I looked at it while I was waiting, and it was semen all right.
Sure enough, barely five minutes later they emerged, glowy of face, from the bedroom, and the three of us chatted politely for quite some time, carefully avoiding any reference to the episode. I’m sure they must have thought that what I had seen would merely make me think that they were lesbians.
How it’s done, I don’t know, and I’m certainly dying of curiosity to find out. There is nothing in either’s voice to indicate masculinity, and although I’m not absolutely positive that I saw female breasts on both of them that day (I was looking more at the erect penis), they do wear skimpy sleeveless blouses and low-cut bras, and the underarm area appears decidedly feminine. And how is the male lump disguised? They wear tight pants frequently, neither bothering to keep her legs together. Also, the curve of the rounded hip and fanny line on both is obviously female. You can’t disguise that in tight pants. Hips, breasts, legs, arms, shoulders and face—nothing seems other than female. Could they be taking hormones? If so, doesn’t a male’s libido diminish or cease altogether with an overbalance of estrogen? All I can say is, I’d give almost anything for the opportunity to have the sexual encounter I refused earlier. Then I’d know, or would I?—
P.C., San Francisco, Calif.
SHOWBIZ LADY WOWED IN WEEKEND BODY BLITZ
I’m a twenty-five-year-old comedienne with a good body, but my best asset is my face. Being from a small town in Canada, I had to move away to pursue my career, but I normally go back during the summer to see my relatives and friends.
This summer, after a two-year absence, I went back and called up my old girlfriends. We hit the bars in town looking for some men, when suddenly my eyes made contact with a guy I had known for a long time. When I left two years ago, he was married and was running a small business. Back then he was quiet, on the serious side, but now be looks like a high roller.
I asked the girls about him and they told me he divorced last year and since then he’s become a much sought-after man for peculiar reasons. Some of the girls admitted that they had a few nights with him and would “recidive” anytime. I decided to discover for myself what the attraction was.
I went up to him and asked him if he remembered me. He appeared to be delighted even if we had only been acquaintances before. We talked and drank together for the rest of the evening. I hoped he would make the move but he didn’t. Instead he invited me for dinner the next night at his place.
The following evening I was at his place around seven o’clock. It was nice and very well turned out, amazingly so for a man’s apartment. Anyhow, he served me a dry martini and went back to his kitchen while I looked around. The place was a perfect love nest. I was already turned on just by taste; then he came up with the feast. A great chef couldn’t have done better. We ate and chatted happily. I felt excited and giddy. The contact of his knees under the table made me weak. There was so much anticipation in the air, that he knew I was hooked. Still, he took his time.
After the meal, we sat in the living room and that’s where it all started. He caressed my thighs so gently that it sent electricity through my whole body. I searched for his mouth and he grabbed my ass with both hands forcefully. Shivers were running up and down my spine and I grabbed his crotch with shaking hands. The petting couldn’t last long in the state I was in.
He started undressing me methodically, kissing every part he uncovered. I was stark naked in no time. Then he pulled me by the hand into the bathroom. He ran water in the Victorian bath and continued to kiss me all over. He was still fully dressed and I wanted him naked like me. I grabbed his organ but he told me to wait and he started a striptease. I would have never believed that a man undressing could be so exciting. I was sex-starved. Once undressed, he closed the tap and told me to get in the bath. He washed me thoroughly, lingering over my breasts, clitoris and ass, bringing me to a shattering orgasm.
After this, he dried me lovingly. I felt like a queen and his slave at the same time. We went to his bedroom and he made me lie on my stomach and started kissing me from neck to toes. Then he parted my cheeks and started giving me a rim job. Nobody had ever done that to me before—and I wasn’t about to stop him.
It felt so great that I was on the brink of another orgasm. Seeing me so high-voltaged, he moved down to my cunt and clit, always keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I was going crazy but couldn’t do anything about it. I started begging him to fuck me, almost crying.
He then stopped and went away to get some vibrators, a tiny one and a large one. I’d never used one before, but anything would do as long as I could come. He put his cock in my cunt slowly and put the lubricated small vibrator up my ass. I couldn’t believe it. I was going insane, feeling his cock in my cunt and that vibrator up my ass. He wasn’t moving inside me but just using small muscles in his cock to titillate my cunt. That was another world premiere for me. All the while he was still pressing the vibrator inside my ass, against the base of his penis on the other side of the thin wall. In this way, I came again and again, as did he.