Chapter 4

“Tanya, Tim and I want to do some more stuff.

“You can stay here with us...” I looked at Tim, and he nodded, “ ... or you can do other things. Like before, it’s completely up to you.”

“I like watching you two.”

So sweet – and yet so dirty!

I got an idea. “You know, Tanya, you can help if you want.” I waited for her to indicate interest. “You can help Tim and me undress − that OK?” I pulled my tee shirt out of the waist of my sweat pants and leaned over toward her. She took the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head and off my arms. Then she did the same with Tim.

Tim had already untied the drawstring of his sweat pants, and he stood there, and Tanya took the hint and grabbed the waist in her hands and worked them off his hips and down to the floor, and Tim stepped out of them.

She turned to me. I had purposely left my drawstring tied, hoping she’d take the hint and untie it herself. She saw the knot, and she looked at me, and I nodded. She took the end of the tie and pulled it loose, then pulled down my pants the way she had done Tim’s...

... leaving her on her knees, with her face right at the level of my cock, which by now was almost completely erect. I didn’t say or do anything, instead waiting to see what she would do. She hesitated, considering the situation, deciding what it was that she wanted to do, then looked up at me. I looked back at her, and I widened my eyes, implying “Whatever you want to do.”

She nodded, more to herself than to me, opened her mouth, and put it around my cock. She had about half of it inside her mouth when she grasped my hips and began fucking her mouth with my cock, or more accurately, I guess, fucking my cock with her head. I put my hands on her shoulders and rocked back and forth in synch with her. For her lack of experience, she was doing a really fine job on me – so good, in fact, that I had to use my hands to push her back before I came in her mouth, which was not my – our – plan for the morning.

“Wow, T! That was so good! Will you do that to me again later?”

Her look was a mixture – a mixture of disappointment, that I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth, and pride, pride that she’d almost made me cum. I felt a little proud that she was proud.

I backed away and lay down on the bed while Tim reached into his duffel and brought out the jar of anal lube. I pulled my legs back, and Tim said to Tanya, “T, you’re gonna want to watch this, so you’ll know how to do it.” Then he added, “This’ll be important to you – trust me.”

He stuck two fingers into the Vaseline-like lube, and while I pulled my legs back farther, Tim applied the lube. And by “applied,” I mean, he has a system. First, he puts just a little dab, right on my asshole. Then, using a single finger, he rubs it around, then in, moving his greasy finger around to slowly – and deliciously – stretch the sphincter, to prepare me for...

Once I’m loosened, he starts in with the second finger, massaging my bumhole, gradually stretching it, enlarging it. Tim enjoys this part, and I enjoy having it done to me, almost as much as I enjoy getting fucked – but not quite. And that’s why he doesn’t really penetrate me with his fingers – that part’s reserved for something else.

And of course, Tanya is taking every bit of this in, the way Tim is using his fingers on me, and how my bum stretches to take those fingers. She’s watching this performance so intently I’m not sure she’s remembering to breathe.

Then Tim smeared a last bit of lube around the crown of his cock, just to get him – us – started.

He quickly wiped the excess lube from his fingers with a Kleenex and then crawled between my legs, up to my ass – and put the tip of his cock right against my relaxed open asshole. We looked at each other, and I smiled, and he smiled – and he pushed. I felt the crown of his cock enter me almost immediately, with no resistance at all. As always, Tim had prepared me well.

Then I had a thought. “Tim?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you turn a little, so T can see what you’re – what we’re doing, what I ... what it looks like when we...”

Tim understood immediately what I was trying to do. This was both education and seduction. He pressed my one leg farther to the side, and he turned his hips just a little, as much as he could without losing his place inside me. “Here, T.”

Tanya leaned in, to get a good look at what Tim and I were doing. I think she had some idea that people do this sort of thing, but now she was getting first-hand, in-person instruction on how “queers” do their “stuff.”

But I had tested Tim’s patience enough – mine, too, for that matter. Once Tanya got her eyeful, Tim rolled back into position and began the slow in-and-out motion that feels so damn good to both of us. He did it steadily, in stages, a little farther each time, and me getting a little fuller each time, until his pelvis was against my ass, and there was no way he could go farther. But that works out just fine, because Tim’s cock is slim but long, and that makes it just perfect for ass-fucking – or fucking my ass, at least.

Then he stopped, to let me enjoy the feeling of having his cock filling my ass, finally. This is kind of a routine we’ve worked out over the years. By the time he stops like this, the slight initial pain of my ass being stretched has gone and I’ve adjusted to the feeling of having him all the way inside my ass, so that now I get to experience that wonderful feeling of total fullness.

At the same time, he gets to enjoy the warm feeling of my bum, the delicate membranes holding, caressing his cock. He slides his cock back and forth a little, but not much – just enough that he can refresh that feeling of my tight, hot rectum as it brushes along the sensitive skin of his cock.

Then I got another thought for our student-guest. I turned toward Tanya.

“Tanya, if you want, it’d be OK if you touched Tim while he’s fucking me,” and it dawned on me that that might be the first time we’d used that word with her. I looked to see if she had any negative reaction, but, of course, her “reaction” was no reaction.

Reaction or not, she immediately began to run a hand over Tim’s cute butt cheeks. And when I saw her do this, I suggested, “T, if you want, you could even touch his butthole, the way I did when I was washing him – the way I did when I was washing you. Did it feel good, when I did that ... there?”

“Yah.”

“Well, it’ll feel good to Tim if you do that to him right now.”

Since she already had her hand there, on his butt, it was only a small step to extending a finger or two and stroking his puckered little hole. And since now she was doing that, it was just another small step to...

“Remember that other thing...,” I almost said “I did” but quickly changed to “we did – when I was drying you ... back there?” I didn’t have to explain – she remembered exactly what we did “back there.” And I’m pretty sure she also “remembered” the thrill of having a tongue tickle and probe her bumhole.

Without any hesitation, she moved in behind Tim, between his legs and grasped his butt cheeks with her delicate hands and spread them apart – and stuck her face right between them and started to lick. I was able to see her face and head while she was doing this, and her first move was just to extend her tongue and lick his crease. After a couple licks there she stuck out her tongue and tentatively – very tentatively – touched the tip of her tongue to Tim’s rosebud. I knew, because I felt his cock lurch in my ass when she touched him.

I don’t know how she felt about the idea of putting her tongue in Tim’s bum crack. In fact, that was the thing with her – she didn’t express any opinions or judgements about anything – she just did. And I was coming more and more to like her simple, direct approach to things.

Anyway, once she seemed to get used to the whole strange idea of touching her tongue to a man’s – to anyone’s − anus, Tanya really got into it. From my limited view, I could see her head, partially obscured by Tim’s butt, bobbing up and down, then pulling out just a bit and bathing his crack with her saliva, then diving in again with her tongue.

And it was having the effect on Tim that I knew it would.

“Oh, Christ, Chase – she’s ... she’s got ... she’s rimming me so good. It feels like her tongue is half-way up my bum...”

At this moment, Tim was unable to show his appreciation to Tanya – but he was definitely able to demonstrate his pleasure to me – by pressing his long cock deeper and deeper into my ass, until finally the whole thing was getting to both of us. I could tell when Tim stopped his slow, in-and-out strokes and began to slam his long cock into me, bottoming-out with each thrust.

I opened my eyes to see Tanya hanging onto his hips so she – and her tongue – could keep up with his increased movements.

Then, finally, I hear Tim. “Awww, fuuucck...” as Tim released an enormous load of cum deep inside my bowels. I could feel his cock still throbbing and pulsing for maybe 20 seconds after I felt the first jet of hot cum. I’m not like Tim – I can’t cum just by getting fucked in the ass – but I still love the feelings – of fullness, of my ass being ravaged by a hard cock, and the hot cum that’s left there in my ass (at least, until someone comes along and sucks it out!).

Tim and I are breathless by now. He leans down and kisses my lips, then kisses me on the tip of my nose. I put my arms around him, and rests his head on my chest

Meanwhile, Tanya is not sure whether she should keep licking his bumhole.or not. Finally, she sees that we’ve stopped, so she guesses that it’s OK for her to stop, too, but she still leaves her hand parked – almost possessively – on Tim’s upturned butt cheek. That made me smile.

So we lay there, recovering, until Tim shrinks and it really doesn’t feel special for him anymore, and he slowly, carefully, pulls out of my ass, and I can feel the emptiness, and the dribbles trickling down my bum crack

I’ve been fucked, and I’m feeling the warmth of the load of Tim’s cum in my bum. But I haven’t fucked anything yet. Then I see Tanya, and I know how I’m going to address that problem.

“Tanya?”

“Yuh?”

“You just saw what Tim and I did, and especially what Tim did to me? And you saw how it made him feel so good that he came, right inside of me? In fact, the things you did to him helped a lot to make him feel good, and that made me feel good.”

“Yuh?” Her answer was noncommittal, but you could just see the little smile of pride on her lips.

“Well, don’t you think it might be our turn – yours and mine – to feel good in the way we made Tim feel good?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. “I guess.” Another pause, then she asked, “Whadduya mean?”

“Well – you know, when you were telling us what you did with your Grandpa, trying to get him to make you feel good...?” and I let my words run out.

She waited for me to go on.

I looked over to Tim and smiled. “Well, I – and Tim – can do those things to make you feel good, the way your Grandpa couldn’t.”

She thought about it a moment. “Ya’ mean, like fucking?”

Yes, my innocent darling – that’s exactly what I mean.

“Yes – like that.”

“But ... how?”

I almost laughed out loud at the charming naivete’ of this response, but I managed to control myself. “I think you already know how. You do things to my penis – my cock – to get it big and stiff, like Tim’s was, and then you lie down and spread your legs and I’ll put my cock in and move it around ‘til we’re both feeling good.” Then I thought of something else. “You don’t have to lie down – there’s other ways to do it that feel good, too – that’s just one of the ways that people do it.”