I let my eyes close halfway and I gazed around the room. Eleven people (there is always an even number at these things) were strewn about, all of them engaged in any of several variations of sex. I was sitting on the couch next to Ted Williams (and, yes, he has heard all the jokes), a guy I'd come to know pretty well. He couldn't be called a handsome man, but there was just something about him that drew me to him. He had so far refused my advances, so I decided to let him approach me if and when he was ready.
He and his wife, Gerri, had been coming to our little get-togethers for a while now. Gerri had let loose and had gone with a woman the second time they were here. Ted had been with several of the other women and seemed to be loosening up more each time he showed up. Women regularly went down on other women, and the same went for the guys — well some of the guys. At least the guys who didn't indulge in it didn't condemn those who did. Ted was one who so far hadn't.
So, to say I was surprised when Ted leaned toward me would be a severe understatement. I had to smile as our lips came together. I had hoped he would cave in tonight. Things at the party made it nearly impossible to corral any sort of carnal thoughts. The fact that Ted's tongue was currently drilling into my mouth was proof positive. My cock quickly perked up, though it had already been erect from watching the orgy around me.
Surprised? Yes, two men together, exploring sensual feelings denied to those without the courage to experiment. In my case, I'm bisexual. I've always thought it should be 'omnisexual'. In my mind, hermaphrodites should be called bisexuals, but I don't make the rules. I should probably mention that everybody at the party maintained a clean lifestyle. We were all certified disease free and all the women were on contraceptives.
Like everybody else there, Ted and I were naked. His flat, hairy chest felt like warm fur under my hand. I played my hand through the clouds of dark hair as I answered Ted's tongue thrusting with mine into his mouth. A drop of saliva leaked from the corner of my mouth and I realized I was actually drooling in anticipation of what was about to happen. My hand slipped down over the muscular contours of his chest. I homed in on his nipple and pinched it and twisted. Ted groaned into my mouth and his hand found my cock.
I twisted harder as I thrust into his hand. I broke the kiss and dropped my head down to reach his other nipple. The hair tickled my cheeks and I had to push some out of the way with my tongue to get to his little dark red bump. I sucked it in and pinched the other one harder. By then my hips had established a rhythm and Ted's grip on my shaft was really tuning me up. I was hungry for this since I hadn't been with a man for almost six months, since Tony had been transferred halfway across the country. Tony... well, that's another story. I'll just say that he'd been one of the founders of the group. He had been my first man and I guess I sort of loved him. Anyway...
I trailed my tongue down his flat stomach, feeling like I was licking sandpaper. I swirled around his hairy navel and, moved on to my target. I lifted his thick shaft from his belly with my tongue. I wasn't surprised to discover the sticky wetness oozing from his narrow slit. I capped his head with my lips and used my tongue to slather it with spit. He sobbed and spilled his load into my mouth suddenly. I missed the first half spurt from the surprise, but I caught all the rest and let it puddle in my mouth.
When he had stopped squirting I plunged down on him, coating it with his cum before I let him slip from my lips. I leaned away so he could see my face and opened my mouth wide to let him see his cream there. Then I made a big deal out of swallowing it. Then I moved back in for another kiss. Ted started to back away but I grabbed the back of his neck. He struggled for a few seconds but my determination that he should taste his own seed was stronger.
I pulled him to me and forced his lips open. Once the tip of my tongue was past his teeth he relented and opened up. I painted his tongue with the residue of the slippery load and he groaned again. My hand reached and found that he was hard again — or still hard. Well, I thought, he'd just have to suffer a while because now it was my turn. Ted was about to suck his first cock.
I pulled my head back and licked my lips. Ted looked like he didn't know what to do. I was glad to show him. His hand had remained on my cock, but events had caused him to forget about it. Now I thrust my hips up and he tightened his grip. He smiled and started stroking me. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. But I shook my head from side to side slowly. I just said, "Suck my cock now, Ted. It's time you tried it."
"Oh, man, I know it's fair and all, but... I don't think I can."
"Well you're gonna try it or I'll teach you about butt fucking tonight. I was planning on waiting, but you're gonna help me out with more than just a hand job." I'm not really a tough guy, but I sensed that Ted would need some incentive to let himself go. Psychologically he needed to be made to do something he'd always been taught was wrong. He had apparently accepted his desire to try things, but he needed a boost to take the last steps.
In any case, my words did the job. Ted reluctantly lowered his head to my lap and he gingerly licked my shaft with the tip of his tongue. "Come on, man, get to it. My balls are achin'." Ted glanced up at me and back at the hot, hard cock an inch below his lips. He used his hand to raise it from my belly and opened his mouth. His wet lips moved over the knobby head before he closed them around it. I didn't do what he did, however. He hadn't been able to last long enough for experiencing having his shaft swallowed over and over. But I wanted that real bad right then.
I held the back of his neck again and pressed him forward. I didn't shove into his mouth. I didn't push too hard. I wanted him to learn to enjoy this because I already wanted to do him again. Maybe Ted could become my new Tony, even though, like me, Tony was single. It made it easy for us to get together occasionally outside the parties. As with Ted, I had yet to be with his wife. I was looking forward to the possibility of a rendezvous with both of them sometime. But Ted's free hand cupping my balls (and his finger stroking that sensitive little stretch of skin from my balls to my ass hole) brought me back to the present.
I pushed harder on his neck because he was still only letting the first two inches or so invade his mouth. "Come on, Ted, take it!" I urged him. He definitely liked to be spoken to roughly. He needed to be forced; mock-raped. "Suck that big dick you bitch!" Ted dropped forward and I felt the back of his throat for an instant before he pulled back again. "That's the way, man, just keep doin' that and I'll give you a load in a few minutes. You're gonna swallow it, aren't you?"
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