Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 08:11:22 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Seven.

   All day Sunday he was in the studio, doing that painting for Toby
Jenkins as I sat in front of a mirror practising the art of making up my
face as a woman. Plucking my eyebrows was the worst part. We had got up
early for him to start as soon as the outside light was strong enough and
he didn't stop for lunch, but kept on painting till the light started to
fade from the sky. As with nearly every establishment that was open on a
Saturday, he stayed closed on Monday's and this day was also spent on the
portrait while I went to the bank.

   I was quite pleased at how much of this picture he had done in the space
of two full days and knew that he would have it finished by the following
week. Not a bad payment for four days work I thought, excluding the cost of
materials.

   Wednesday night, I went, as prearranged, off to dinner with Mark at
Tracey and Diane's flat and we had a good evening. It was during the meal
that it came out that Diane had found out that she'd a flair for
writing. She had quite a bit of spare time as it were when sitting in the
dentist's reception that she turned her hand to writing a story that was
built around one of the tales I had told them at our last dinner.

   It was quite frankly pornographic and Tracey had loved reading it and
helping with the diction and the typing of it. When the discussion came
about trying to get it published, Mark said that he could set aside a
machine at his father's place for his own use and print it there. Tracey
said that she could sell the book through the shop where she worked while
they looked at me for more ideas as to some story lines.

   `I can write about heterosexual behaviour and also that from a lesbian
point of view,' Diane said, `but can you give me some input with the view
towards male sex?' I stuttered a bit and said that I possibly could, thrown
a bit at this suggestion and wondered about how far could I go in
describing what I felt like in the middle of having a cock stuck up my
arse. I said that I would try and then had a brilliant idea of asking if
the book was to be illustrated or not. Well they were all for it and so I
was to ask James if he could do some drawings to be included in the final
draft before publication.

   I'm not going to go into all the details and thoughts that we threw
about that evening, but I did phone James and told him that I would be a
bit later than usual and would tell him all about it when I got home.

   I asked what kind of pictures they wanted for the book and Diane read
some passages that would help and I knew that James was more than capable
of doing these and so that part was settled. We all spent at least an hour
writing out suggestions for stories and plots and sub plots that would keep
Diane busy for a couple of months at least.

   Diane also promised to run off a few copies on the dentist's copier for
James and myself to read to select whatever to do some illustrations. The
suggestion was then mooted about that one retail outlet would be
insufficient and that we should start a mailing list which would mean
advertising and would need a name to publish under.

   Erotica was the first name that appealed but it was later changed to the
Adult Reading Society Editions. A.R.S.E. to be the acronym in our
advertising blurb. As all the books would be pornographic, it was as good
as any name for the business that we appeared to be setting up. Then came
the crunch as to the cost of this advertising and this was then estimated
as to be around ten thousand pounds. Mark was willing to put up half and
could I help find the other half. Tracey and Diane were not in the position
financially to help in this matter. I had savings of one thousand pounds in
the bank and so wondered if I could get James to invest the other four.

   Apart from this initial investment, Mark was willing to absorb the costs
of printing to take it back out of the eventual sales and once all starting
costs had been recovered, we could split the net profits between us.

   It was two o'clock in the morning when I did get home to find James in
bed but still awake. I then had to prove that I hadn't been wasting my
strength by fucking somebody else and then let him have me as a relief for
himself. Then we lay awake talking till nearly five about what I had been
discussing, what had been said and suggested at dinner.

   I was surprised that James went for it straight away with only one
provision, that being that his name was legible as the illustrator in every
copy that was published. He was even ready to give me a cheque for four
thousand pounds there and then without even reading any of the material
that Diane had already written. With me now feeling like a happy bunny
having fucked and been fucked by my partner, went off to sleep.

   I did a most daring thing on the Friday night and that was to clear one
section of the window of the gallery and got James to fuck me there in the
window. I was almost hyperventilating as I put on the female underwear and
dragged him downstairs to where I'd already made the space and went down
onto my knees in the very front window. I was that close to it, you could
see my breath on the glass as I steamed it up.

   Being the lad he was he took the dare and got behind me and slid in and
fucked me. What a sight that would have been if anyone had walked past that
night to see the proprietor of the gallery stuck up the arse of his partner
there in the front window. Well at least that was the gallery taken care of
in my locations of the house to have sex in, though he threatened to beat
me with his belt if I ever suggested such an outrageous thing again. But I
think he also got a vicarious thrill of us doing it there but wouldn't
admit it.

   Saturday I went out and bought one of those little machines that you
could record on and so for the rest of the day while the gallery was open,
tried to say into it how I felt about having sex with another man which was
for Diane's benefit for a story.

   Sunday was spent in the studio where he worked on the oil painting as I
perfected my make-up technique and found that I was getting better at it
each time. We spent half the night on the studio bed as we fucked each
other while I was in full make -up and in my new underwear.

   Monday, at work in the bank, Mark called in and gave me a package which
was a copy of Diane's first book which James and I read avidly that night
and then did, or rather assumed some of the positions that she described in
the book. One was simply impossible and so she would really have to know
just how two men had sex together or the book would get laughed at and it
could possibly hamper future sales.

   I mentioned this to James and asked him how would he feel if we were to
video ourselves having sex, and would he mind if Diane was to see it and so
be able to write properly about the sex act between two men. He thought
about this for a while before coming up with something that I wasn't too
sure about myself.

   `What if we had someone else film us doing it together?'

   `Whoa there,' I said. `Isn't that taking it a bit too far. All I was
talking about was us setting up the camera and then doing it. I didn't
mention anybody else being involved.'

   `I know what you're saying, but how is she going to describe seeing a
hard cock as it is slowly moved in and out of your arse if you don't have a
close up of the event?'

   `Why not my cock moving in and out of yours?' I countered.

   `It doesn't matter to me one way or the other,' he replied, deflating
the argument that I was building up to. `It's just one cock fucking
someone's arsehole or one mouth sucking and getting the sperm from a
rampant cock. Who gives a fuck who's arse, cock or mouth it is?' To that I
had no answer and bowed down again to whatever decision he would come up
with, though I wondered if I would be able to perform with somebody else
watching.

   `Do you have anyone in mind?' I quietly asked.

   `As a matter of fact, I do, though I wondered if you would rather have
your friend Mark do the filming?'

   `Absolutely not! He's seen me raped and this is a complete different
kettle of fish. No. I can't ask him or want him to do this.'

   `So would you do it if it was somebody you didn't know?'

   `I don't really know, do I?'I countered.

   `Okay then. What if I did the filming while you had sex with somebody
else? Now don't try and tell me that you haven't had sex before with a
complete stranger.' It was my silence that confirmed that I had done just
that at some time or another as I couldn't find words to deny the fact. `So
if I brought an old friend of mine home, would you have sex with him at my
agreement that it wouldn't affect our present relationship, would you do
it?'

   `You are my husband,' I said in a low voice and kept my head down as I
spoke. `I am your wife and will do as you tell me.'

   `Timothy! That's not an answer!' he cried.

   `Well what do you want me to say?' I screamed at him. `That I'd say yes
just like that and have all your old friends round to have a sample of your
latest wife by sticking their cocks into me and telling you how wonderful a
fuck I am?' He slapped me then. It wasn't a gentle one either and it
knocked me onto the floor as it was so unexpected. He was quickly kneeling
down by my side and cuddled me as I cried. More from the shock than the
actual blow which was only a momentary sting.

   `I'm sorry my darling,' he said as he kissed me and stroked my cheek
where his hand had landed. `I'm sorry, but you were beginning to get
hysterical. I didn't mean to slap you that hard, really I didn't,' and he
held me tight as I cried at us having our first fight. I sobbed and let him
placate me, hamming it up a bit as I think I did really deserve that slap
as I was beginning to get somewhat bitchy.

   `I'm sorry for what I said,' I mumbled through my tears.

   `No. It's me who should be sorry for what I suggested.'

   `No. You were right in what you did. I was speaking out of turn. We'll
do whatever you suggest and I'll make sure that whoever it is, he will
enjoy and remember the night that he made love to Timothy, the Greek
warrior,' I joked, giving him a wan smile as I spoke. `Though I don't
exactly feel like one now.'

   He smothered me in kisses and refused to let me make dinner and when we
got to bed, it was all that I wanted in the way of sex. It was for me to
call the shots that night.

   I didn't go to work the next day because of the bruise to my face, I
phoned in sick. Neither did I go to dinner with Mark and the girls, and I
let James know that I was not a very happy bunny that week. But I forgave
him and gave him a special sex session that next Friday night. We also had
sex in other parts of the house that weekend to add to my total of rooms
and places we had done it in. There was still quite a few more left but I
did wonder how he would fancy it out in the garden which I was saving up
for the summer.

   His next surprise for me was when I got home the following Tuesday to
find that the oil painting that I thought was a real tour de force, had
been sold to the excited Mr Jenkins and been paid for in cash. Not only
that, but he had gone out especially and bought something for me which was
up in the bedroom.

   All sorts of things ran through my mind as to what he'd done now and was
really pleased to find that it was a dress that he'd bought for me and it
was a really lovely one that would go well with my wig and my eyes. Though
why would he buy me this expensive dress when only he would be seeing it
was the question I asked myself, not knowing the real reason behind him
buying it. I found out the following night. Now I had tried the dress on
and found that it was a perfect fit and that, I thought was that, but this
night he told me to do my make-up and put on the sexy underwear.

   Thinking that we were going to go over the same route as a prelude to
sex, which I wasn't going to say no to, did as I was told. After a shower
and a hair wash, I sat down naked at the dressing table and did my face as
he had taught me and I was very happy with the finished product and even
pouted and gave myself a smile in the mirror.

   Then I got my usual erection as I slid those stockings up my legs and
fixed the tops to the belt. Next came the bra and the new dress, fitting it
snugly over my hips and smoothing down the front and sides, quite pleased
that my cock didn't show through the material. Then I put on my wig and
made sure it looked right before slipping my feet into my new shoes and
showed him how I looked as a wife should to my mind's eye.

   `Perfect,' he said. `Absolutely perfect,' and I noticed then that he was
fully dressed too and I couldn't help but be surprised when he passed me a
handbag.

   `What's this for?' I asked.

   `A woman always carries a handbag when she goes out with her husband.' I
was stunned. Going out? What did he mean?

   `Out?' I stammered.

   `Yes dearest. We're going out to dinner tonight and I must say you look
most radiant.' Well flattery will get most people going at most times, but
not to me at that moment.

   `Are you crazy?' I almost screamed at him. `I thought I was just getting
dressed up like this to please you. Not to have other people looking and
laughing at me,' I cried.

   `Nobody will laugh at you Timothy. You'll more likely get propositions
because you look good enough to eat, now come on. I've already rung for a
taxi and it should be waiting outside.'

   He took my arm and guided me out of the bedroom and before I knew it, I
was outside for the first time in my life wearing a dress and looking like
a woman, and boy, did I feel self-conscious. I'm sure that the taxi driver
kept eyeing me up and when I whispered this fact to James, he whispered
back that it was because I was looking really beautiful. I was still
feeling uncomfortable and then got another shock when the taxi pulled up
outside the club I normally went into when dressed as a man.

   `I can't go in there!' I whispered fiercely to James as he pulled my arm
out of the taxi and stood there petrified as he paid the driver. I wanted
to run back home and hide but he wasn't going to let me for he took a firm
grip on my arm and led me inside. I was thankful for the fairly dim
lighting as he led me to a table and pulled out a chair for me to sit down.

   As he went to the bar to get us a drink each, I looked round and saw
several faces that I knew and I got quite a few stares back. My stomach was
churning away at the thought of being recognised but those that I knew,
didn't give any sign that they knew who it was under the make-up and inside
the dress.

   James returned to the table with a large gin and tonic for me which I
gulped and almost finished in one go.

   `Steady on there,' he said in a low voice, his hand resting on my
arm. I'm sure he felt me trembling, more so when I saw a man I knew from
dealings in the bank come across to our table.

   `Hello James, don't see you in here that often,' he said, his eyes
running over my face and body and I almost had cramps in my stomach.

   `No, that's right. I'm just showing my guest round town. Er, Tammy, meet
John Allbright. Tammy is the cousin of Timothy. You know, Timothy in the
bank?'

   `Of course. I thought there was a slight similarity. How do you do
Tammy,' John said as he extended his hand. I just caught myself in time
from rising because a lady does not stand up to shake a man's hand.

   `Very well thank you,' and I could feel my voice shake as I spoke. `It's
nice to meet you.'

   `Well I won't stay as I can see you'd rather be alone together,' he
laughed. `You should come in more often James.'

   `Well I would if you were to buy a painting or two from the gallery,' he
laughed. I could hear that it was a false bonhomie between the two and
guessed that John was just curious to know who it was that was out with
James. I gave out a sigh of relief when he left us to go back to his own
table, glad that James hadn't invited him to sit down with us.

   `Now that wasn't so bad, was it?' James said, not expecting any answer
as I finished my drink and held up the glass for another. I needed it.

   `So my name is to be Tammy when I'm dressed up like this?' I asked when
he came back to the table with the fresh drinks.

   `It's all I could think of at the time,' he apologised.

   `Well it's better than what I could have been called,' I grudgingly
admitted. `How long are we going to stay here for me to be ogled at?'

   `You should be flattered. All the men I'm sure are envious of me for
having such a beautiful woman sitting here beside me.'

   `Are you sure that this is not to just flatter your ego and try to prove
to the world that you are really a heterosexual?' I asked somewhat snidely.

   `That too I must admit,' he said with an impish grin on his face. `But
what a laugh it is, all these men lusting after you. Doesn't it give your
ego a boost too?' With the second drink in me I had to admit to myself that
he was right. It was a boost and wouldn't they have red faces if they knew
that it was another man that they were ogling and fantasizing about. We
finished our drinks and got up to leave and I just couldn't resist giving
my hips a swing as I walked past the other tables on the way out.

   The restaurant we went to was only a block away so we walked there, my
arm through his like any two lovers out for a stroll. I was pleased that I
didn't see anyone I recognised in there and we had a very pleasant meal. I
nearly had a heart attack when I went out to the toilet for a pee, because
I automatically went into the men's room and when I saw another man pissing
in the urinal, realised my mistake and had to stammer out an apology and
quickly went out and into the ladies.

   I was still shaking when I got back to the table and told James. He gave
out a roar of laughter and my face must have gone bright red as other
diners looked at him laughing fit to bust. Apart from that, the outing went
very well but I was glad when it was time to leave and James had the
manager phone for a taxi.

   I was still shaking when we got inside the gallery front door but more
from excitement of actually having done what I'd just done. Me, a man,
going out into the world dressed and acting as a woman and getting away
with it. I found I had got an enormous erection and I also wanted James'
cock up inside me. I dragged him into the back gallery and bent over and
lifted up the back of my dress.

   `I haven't got a condom,' he said.

   `Fuck the condom! Just fuck me, now! I need you James,' I pleaded, my
bare arse offered up to him. He didn't hesitate and I heard the zipper of
his trousers come down and the next minute, his prick was nuzzling my back
entrance.

   `Now James, now! Hurt me! Let me feel that you love me,' I urged, and
was gratified to feel him push hard against my back orifice and slide into
and fill me with his throbbing penis. He rammed and bucked into me until he
came, panting and jerking me hard as his come splattered my insides. I gave
out a cry when he pulled out and went into the downstairs toilet to wash
himself. I lifted up the front of my dress and jerked myself off till I
came all over the gallery floor.

   He fucked me again an hour later in bed but much more slowly this time
and I revelled in the soothing balm I felt as his cock slid inside my back
passage and really knew that I loved this man behind and inside me.

   It was another story to pass on to Diane at what was now becoming a
monthly event again of us having dinner at the girls flat. I also passed
over the tape I had dictated about my feelings as a homosexual when I'm
with another man having sex.

   I was also now posing for James on a Sunday wearing the underwear for
him to do his sketches and drawings to be used as illustrations for the
books that Diane was writing. There were many positions I had to assume for
these, on my knees with my head thrown back as though I was having a cock
from behind and another in my mouth. Then I would be as the man with an
erection doing both to the woman in the drawing which James put together
nicely. They were simple line drawings but very powerful in their effect of
this woman being serviced at both ends by two men.

   It was on a Friday afternoon, well almost evening when I got home from
the bank and on entering the gallery, found a strange man inside, sitting
down and talking to James.

   `Timothy!' James cried out and got up and gave me a kiss in front of
this stranger. `We were just talking about you.'

   `Saying only nice things I hope,' feeling my face flush at this blatant
display of affection in front of this other man.

   `Meet George. George Carstairs. An old friend of mine.'

   `Old lover you mean,' I said quietly.

   `Old. Long past. Just friends now,' he said just as quietly. This George
had risen from his chair and was now just standing there and looking me
over with frank approval and I did the same and wondered if there was still
a spark between the two of them. He was about the same height as me but
more solidly built. Dark hair and a lovely pair of blue eyes. His smile
appeared genuine and it looked as though he looked after his teeth as well
as his body.

   `I'm pleased to meet you Timothy. I've just spent the last half hour of
being told of your virtues and now seeing you makes me believe that they
are all true.' It was said with a smile and it didn't sound at all
condescending.

   `Did you also go to the same college as James and get the letters
B.S. after your name?' I asked with a smile as I shook his hand.

   `B.S.?' he queried.

   `Bull shitter,' I said. He laughed, and it was a genuine one and it was
rather melodious and I instantly took a liking to him. `If you're a past
lover of James, then I'm honoured to have been elevated to the same high
plateau,' I said.

   `Look at who's now coming out with the bull shit,' George laughed which
was joined by that of James.

   `Come on, let's lock up and go upstairs,' James said still chuckling and
I knew then that George was going to be a part of us over the weekend and
we would probably be doing some filming for our home video. I let George
precede me up the stairs so that I could get a look of his bum even though
it was covered by his trousers, and I liked what I saw.

   `George is a chef by the way Timothy,' James said as he followed me up
the stairs and was pleased that he gave my bum a stroke. Instead of going
into the small sitting room, we congregated in the kitchen and made
ourselves comfortable. James opened a bottle of wine and poured out drinks
for us and then asked George if he would be willing to spend the weekend
with us and went on to talk about the video idea that I had spoken of.

   `Cameraman or participant?' he asked.

   `That's up to Timothy,' James replied.

   `Oh, thanks very much for throwing the ball in my court. Whichever
answer I give will upset one of you. No. George or yourself can
decide. I'll just be the piggy in the middle.' I looked at them both as
they exchanged glances and I guessed that it would be James with the camera
with him already having known George in that sense. Apart from that, he
would get a vicarious thrill of being a voyeur of watching his present
partner having it off with one from the past. The downside being that he
could hold it against me if things ever changed. I didn't know which way to
turn in this if he did decide to hold the camera.

   `I've got a funny feeling that I know what is going through Timothy's
mind,' George said to break the silence that had descended over the
table. `If there are no objections, why not make three films?'

   `Well done Solomon!' James cried delightedly. Then in a flash, another
thought crossed my mind.

   `It could be four films,' I said.

   `I can see three, but what would be the fourth?' James asked.

   `Well you know the last set of drawings you did?' I asked of him and
could see the light beginning to dawn on him. `I would be dressed as in
those and then the two of you would be in the frame as it were. Though the
camera would have to be in a fixed position, but you could always add bits
like some close ups and then edit it on the final video.'

   `Brilliant,' said James.

   `Shouldn't we have a rehearsal or something,' I said somewhat shyly,
giving George a smile.

   `I'm all for that,' he smiled back at me.

   `After we've had dinner,' James said slapping the table. `George! The
kitchen's all yours. Earn your keep for the weekend and the side benefits
that will accrue.'

   George smiled and set to work and gave us such a fabulous meal that I,
never in a month of Sunday's could have turned out.

   I did the dishes while James sorted out a tray of drinks to take through
to the bedroom with them then waiting for me to finish the drying and
putting away the things we'd used.

   With this done, the three of us went into the bedroom and I wasn't quite
sure how we were to start but took the bull by the horns and got undressed
first and lay naked on the bed. It didn't take them long to follow suit and
divest themselves of their clothes and I was pleased to see that George was
as big as James and I had this lovely tingle run up and down my spine and a
warm glow start in my belly.

   I like to think it was George seeing my naked body that made his cock
start to rise and I found that mine was copying his by getting as big and
hard. James was nearly always in the state of having an erection so it
isn't really worth commenting on the fact.

   `So as I am supposed to be dressed as a woman having two men, which will
be doing what to me?' I asked as the other two got onto the bed either side
of me. As I said, I was to be the piggy in the middle and I kept turning my
head between them, seeing their faces and erections, like mine, hard and
lying up on our stomachs.

   `Well George is our guest, we'll let him have first choice,' James said.

   `Thank you. I'm honoured. Timothy, could you roll over please?' George
asked and I did as requested and shuffled myself over onto my front,
keeping the cheeks of my arse together so that they looked as tight and
firm as possible to the two men who looked and then began to stroke what I
was offering them.

   `I'll start this end if you've no objections James,' he said as his hand
kept on fondling my bum. So with that decided, I watched as James passed
over a condom and I saw it being rolled down on that large cock of George
that I was soon to have stuffed up my backside. When it was on and snug, I
raised myself up onto my knees, opening my legs for George to get in
between and James moved round to be in front of me. His cock was waving
about and I could see the little clear translucent pearl of pre sex begin
to come out of the eye which is like nectar and have quite often taken my
own pearl onto my finger tip to suck off. It's almost like honey it's so
sweet to the taste. So this I licked first before the action started,
loving the way his piece bounced about in front of my face at just the
touch of my tongue to its tip. The foreskin had been stretched back so that
half the head was exposed and it was almost turning purple with the amount
of blood that was pulsing through his penis to keep the thing up.

   Then came the touch that I was waiting for. A gentle brush at first and
then came the nestling of the head of George's covered cock at my rear
entrance as his hand came up to my hip. I took a deep breath and relaxed
myself as he pushed forward, widening my hole to accommodate the large head
and then it was in and the rest of him easily slid inside my passage until
his thighs came up to the cheeks of my bum.

   It was lovely having my backside expanded that big and to be able to
feel the throbbing and heart beat of somebody else inside my own body. I
gripped that tool with my sphincter muscle and held him as hard as I could
as I let my breath out and opened my mouth for James to put his cock inside
it.

   So filled at both ends, I was transported to heaven as they both began
to move in opposite directions. George's thrusts into me from behind pushed
me forward so that James' cock went deep into my throat with every push. It
was lovely to be loved and used this way and I revelled in the fact that I
was now being a very happy fucked bunny as both cocks ploughed in and out
of me. George up my arse and James in my mouth and throat.

   George came first in a flurry of short sharp jerks as he held me tight,
almost making me bite down on James who came a moment or two later. George
filling the condom while James filled my mouth with their outpouring
essence. There are not enough superlatives to describe how I felt as they
both came and filled me with happiness as well as their sperm. I was
transported to another planet and wished that the fucking I was getting
wouldn't end, the reaming of my backside or the rasping of the cock against
my teeth. But it did end, much to my dismay as first George pulled out and
then James. I couldn't help but cry out at this double loss and quickly
turned round and pulled the condom off George to suck on him and get a
little taste of his seed before it was lost forever. He was still hard and
yet soft enough for me to get my tongue down under the foreskin and run it
round to reach the erogenous zones and have him give out a groan as I
teased and sucked out what was left inside that still throbbing beast.

   The next bit was just as good because as I lay in the middle of these
two gorgeous hunks of men, I still had my erection as yet unused and I had
them both now begin to kiss each other over the head and around my held
upright cock. I watched for a bit as two pair of teeth nibbled each side of
it, moving up and down the shaft until they reached the swollen head which
was tongued and teased many times. Their own tongues touching as they
licked at me and each other at the same time. Taking it in turns to bob
their head down over it and give it a suck and it was then that I lay back
and closed my eyes and gave myself up to the pleasure of having the two of
them suck on me.

   `I'm coming,' I warned them after a few minutes of their ministrations
and I looked down and watched as they lay on their sides, their faces just
an inch or two away from my now glowing fiery head that was really
throbbing now. They kept it upright as I came, the sperm shooting out and I
watched them trying to catch it. Their mouths clashing as the tongues kept
flicking out to catch and taste my coming. A lot of it splashed back down
onto my body though quite a bit coated their faces as more came out for
them to try again. They missed most of it but I had the pleasure of them
licking me clean after the final drop was squeezed out for them to have a
final suck on me.

   It was an hour or so later that we made a daisy chain. Lucky me got to
be in the middle. I'd put my condom on and had the pleasure of stroking
George's backside, parting the cheeks and looking at my target before
placing the tip of my cock to the hole and then pushing myself inside
him. He was nice and tight and I'm glad that the condoms we had were well
lubricated, otherwise I might had torn it as I moved and slid right in till
my thighs reached his cheeks and could go no further. He was hot inside and
he knew how to use his muscle down there and kept squeezing my length as it
slowly moved in and out of him. He gave out a groan of pleasure as I fucked
him and so did I when I felt James begin to finger my back passage.

   So I paused in my fucking of George and lay on his back and waited for
James to push his large erection into me. It was quite difficult to relax
my sphincter muscle while I had my cock up inside George and so it was a
tight entry and not exactly un-painful, but it was worth it when he finally
got his whole length into me and I loved this position I was in. As James
now began to fuck me, I was fucking George but not really moving much as it
was James who was creating the movements and so we were joined in doing
what I deemed I liked the best. That is fucking someone and being fucked
myself at the same time.

   No words were spoken and all we could hear was our panting and gasps as
a certain erogenous part inside was touched by that ever probing and moving
hard cock. No words that is until James groaned out that he was ready to
come and that triggered me off and so as I was held in a tight grip by the
waist, I held onto George in the same way as James jerked into me and I
into George.

   It had been agreed that George would get to fuck James after our bout so
after James had pulled out of me, I made him keep his condom on for a
little while longer as I then pulled out of George and had him pull off my
condom to suck me clean. He then donned a rubber and got behind James and I
had the pleasure of helping to guide his heavy pulsating piece to the rear
end and help insert it into James and watched as it slowly disappeared
until their torso's met. Then I lay underneath James and pulled off his
condom so that I could see the sticky end of his still erect piece, the
head glistening with his come and went and sucked on him as best I could
with him moving about as he was being reamed by George.

   It had been a good session as James and I both sucked on George's cock
after he'd come inside James before we all lay down again to regain our
breath before we talked over at how nice it had been and what we planned as
far as making this video over Saturday night and all of Sunday.

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