Date: Sat, 21 May 2022 15:52:17 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 8 of "Travis and Lily Build a House" attached Dear Nifty Reader: Here's the next installment of a new story about my favorite young couple, Travis and Lily. Soon after they met, they took a cruise where bisexually liberated Lily taught Travis to explore his bisexual side (see `Travis and Lily Take a Cruise', below); he's now hooked on just about any kind of sex between just about anybody. This is a story about them building the ultimate suburban Florida exhibitionist's sex palace! Please make a contribution to Nifty, so that horny fuckers like me can keep posting these stories! I love feedback, by the way. Chapter 8- The Story, Part 1 The E-mail from Vic was pretty short- - "enjoy the attached story; I found it at my favorite website in the whole wide world... make sure you have some Kleenex handy- - you'll need it!" I opened the attachment and began reading. Dear Nifty dot org... Here's another story for you... I hope your readers enjoy it! I've never submitted a story to you before, but I've enjoyed jacking off to so many other postings over the years, I thought I'd write down on paper as many details as I can remember about what happened to me this summer. I swear it's all true; I hope it gets a few of you off. I only half heard my secretary at first, but when she repeated, "call on line 3," for the second (third?) time, I came around that she was speaking to me. I felt sheepish that she had- - again- - caught me daydreaming at my desk. Not enough sleep, I guess. Business had been good lately; too good, actually. We really needed more help. Up until a couple of months ago, I'd never taken work home before. Now, it was the norm, and my late hours were contributing to my fatigue. "Before you pick up, don't forget your lunch appointment with Mr. Gant," she added. Paul Gant was one of the firm's vice presidents and my best friend in the company. I'd known him for years, but lately we'd been forced to make lunch appointments in order to get together even once a month. I picked up the phone, only half listening to the caller, but looking forward to my lunch with Paul. As I said, I needed a break, and had agreed to "sit" Paul's house while he was out of town. At first, his request that I housesit his rather expensive home in the Orlando suburbs seemed like kind of a nuisance; an imposition on my already too-busy schedule. But I agreed, since Paul had helped me move up in the company, finally landing my current junior executive position just last month. I'd first met Paul in college, where we both were on the gymnastics squad for a time. Minor injuries and other interests caused us both to quit the squad after the first year, but a fast friendship developed. We became roommates as well as studying, drinking, and `babe-chasing' buddies of some renown on campus. Our reputation as hard-driving party animals led to many interesting encounters during our college years. On one occasion, I remember coming back to our room after a basketball game, finding Paul stroking ball-deep in and out of one beauty while eating the pussy of her friend at the same time. It seems they had a bet with him that he couldn't make them both come before he did. He won the bet! Before he was done, however, I took advantage of the situation and released my cock from its confines in my tight jeans, offering it to the girl Paul was eating. She hungrily slurped me to a massive eruption and swallowed every drop just as Paul won the bet by making her moan and shiver in orgasm. Paul's legendary ability as the campus `big-dicked-dolly-rider' was responsible for not only a few scrapes with the law, but some of the most unbelievable sex ever experienced by man or woman, not to mention me- - his best buddy. Maybe another story for me to submit later? Time will tell. By the time I got to the crowded downtown restaurant, I was late- - as usual. A quick scan around the busy room and I caught a brief glimpse of Paul on a stool between two foxes at the bar. He saw me approaching and his face brightened as he introduced me to his two companions, Eve and Julie. It seems he'd met them at a party earlier in the week, bumped into them again just today, and had asked these two vixens to join us for lunch. Offering that I was famished, we were shown to an intimate booth in the corner of the room and seated boy-girl-boy-girl, with me on one end and lucky Paul between these two beauties. After some meaningless chatter and a drink or two, we ordered and returned to our conversation. Paul told a slightly off-color joke; in the ensuing laughter, my `date,' Eve, casually laid her slender hand on my thigh. I had no objection; in fact I enjoyed feeling my penis swell as her long nails gently stroked my thigh only inches from my lengthening cock. Eve took up the conversation by telling a joke she'd heard at work, all the while continuing to stroke my leg as she talked. I noticed that Paul and Julie were only half listening and seemed distracted somehow. As I leaned back in the booth to enjoy Eve's ministrations, I saw that the reason Paul and Julie were distracted was that they were busy under the table. Glancing down into Paul's lap, I saw his zipper was open; Julie had taken out his huge and growing cock! Her finely manicured, delicate, red-nailed hand was leisurely stroking and squeezing the thick shaft of his hot meat; the bulbous, red head swollen and shining from his already-oozing pre-cum. She had his fat balls out, too; I could tell he was ready to shoot because they were contracted tight and nestled against the base of his boner. Almost immediately, Eve glanced down and saw the same display; her voice trailed off to silence, not bothering to finish her story. Looking over at me, I saw in her face a playful incredulity mixed with slight embarrassment. She didn't move her hand, however, and as my cock swelled to near full erection at this erotic scene, she couldn't help but feel the throbbing of my own meat move and grow under her fine, small hand. With only the slightest shift of her body toward me, her fingers were now in full possession of my straining prick; she began to tease the full length of my distended organ with her sharp nails. It was difficult keeping my composure in the crowded lunch-time horde, but it became near to impossible as Eve reached under the table with her other hand, unzipped my slacks and drew out my thickening, throbbing dick. Continuing her fingernail tease, now on the raw, sensitive skin of my rock-hard prick, nearly drove me to distraction. I glanced over at Paul in time to see him clench, softly moan, and feel as much as hear as gob after of gob erupted from his prick and splashed hard against the underside of the table. This sent me over the edge. Eve, sensing my approaching orgasm, quickly covered the head of my cock with her napkin and kept stroking me until I, too, was completely spent; her napkin thoroughly drenched with my steamy load of sperm. The girls were both giggling and proud of their control over two seeming professionals; now more than a little bit aroused at what they'd just "pulled off." A furtive look around the restaurant revealed we'd gotten away with our little escapade, and only when the waiter approached with our food, did our embarrassed tension ease up somewhat. After eating heartily, Paul and the girls let me in on their secret- - they'd made a bet that we were not the type to engage in raw, uninhibited sex in a crowd. I was the acid test, as Julie and Eve thought I'd never play along. They lost and had to pick up the check! We exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet again at some less risqué place to continue our encounters. It seems that Paul had again set me up as the recipient of a sexual favor in our partnership of sex; a gift I continued to appreciate, albeit less frequently than when we were back in school. The closer the time came for me to temporarily move out of my apartment and into Paul's house, the more I began to look forward to being able to slow down, kick back and enjoy the suburban life, even if it was only for a week. Besides, I knew Paul had a pretty extensive home gym, and I had been completely neglecting my body lately. I'd once been a pretty avid weightlifter, proud of my fairly well-muscled body that I'd `built' after college. One of my favorite pastimes was showing it off at our local nude beach! Again... a story for another day! I looked forward to some good hard workouts and relaxing evenings. The late Friday afternoon drive out of the city took longer than I remembered, and as I drove through the gatehouse into his development, I could feel all my pent-up, big-city tension and weariness melt away. It had been an especially hard day at work and I now realized how much I needed this break. As I slowly cruised through his upscale neighborhood, I noticed that the homes were all large, tile-roofed Florida pastels- - planted, it seemed, right in the middle of lush, overgrown jungle. All the lawns were perfectly manicured, a testament not so much to owner pride, but probably stiff neighborhood regulations. I hadn't been here in months, but the house was as I remembered, only bigger, more luxurious, somehow, than before. One thing I did remember- - with some disappointment- - was that Paul had no pool, just a beautifully landscaped and fenced back yard. A quick walk-through of the house reminded me that Paul was indeed a confirmed bachelor, very `into' a wide assortment of hobbies, from sex to bodybuilding to homebuilt airplanes. The garage was full of parts from his aircraft kit-building project, the back bedroom contained the largest collection of sex toys, videos and apparatuses- - like chairs, benches and obvious `fuck furniture'- - I'd ever seen. There was a large screened area at the back of the house, or Florida room, full of free weights, a nautilus machine, stair climber, and a large spa down at the end. A flip of the switch and the hot water bubbled like a cauldron. It didn't take me long to get unpacked, stripped down and into that spa. It'd been a long time since I lay back in a hot, bubbling spa; I missed it. My thoughts drifted to the great times Paul and I had had in college; it wasn't long before the `bubble jets' loosened up all the muscles in my back, shoulders and neck, while gently joggling my dick and balls, causing a rather pleasant- - but not unwanted- - erection to grow. Life was good! Scanning the backyard from this vantage point, I was impressed with the beauty of the landscaping in this very schmoozey house. The large, jungly plants were not overdone, yet completely concealed any of the neighboring houses from view. I wondered if all the homes in this development enjoyed the same, luxuriant, `lost in paradise... alone' isolation. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed a low table between the spa and the sidewall screen in the Florida room. Stacked high on the table were various fuck magazines, like you see in adult video stores. My curiosity- - and dick- - aroused, I picked one up and began leafing through page after page of exquisitely beautiful women being fucked in every orifice by an assortment of well-hung, athletic looking and well-muscled young men. Some of the pages were picture stories showing a seemingly casual meeting, followed by hungry stares and lip smacking followed by partial disrobing, groping, sucking, fucking, and cumming- - in that order. In some of the photos, it was obvious that the stud was about to insert his bulging cock into his partner. In others, it was just as obvious he'd just finished delivering a large load of cum onto their stomach, breasts, ass or face; a couple even showed my personal favorite- - cream-pies with rivers of jizz oozing out of well-fucked cunts or assholes! One in particular got me rock hard- - one fucker was actually lying beneath a dripping cunt, eating his own cum from her well-fucked snatch! I'd grown to enjoy the taste of my own semen and vowed to try this someday! Maybe Eve, my lunch date, will let me eat my jizz from her next time we got together, I thought. Occasionally, one of these picture stories would show a guy servicing two beautiful women, with the guy squirting all over one woman's tits while her girlfriend caressed his balls and fingered his hole. Still others showed two hard cocks working on just one vixen. One that made me really hot showed a stunningly beautiful lady lying on her back with a recently spent cock held to her lips, cum blobs all over her face and hair from the guy straddling her chest. Another load had been sprayed all over her flat stomach and tits as well as up onto the muscular ass and lower back of that first stud. The second guy was evidently a real crowd pleaser; it looked like a pint of sperm had pumped out of his now-spent cock and was all over the guy in front of him. Looking at his face, it was no mystery. Peter North's massive prick and huge jizz load were world famous! As the pages sizzled, my cock throbbed and bobbed in the bubbling water; it begged for attention and it was only too easy to wrap my free hand around my meat and begin a languorous stroking motion. Before long, I knew I had a decision to make: either keep stroking and squirt cum into the hot tub, or lay off, put the magazine down and try to forget the images now burned into my brain. I decided to save my blast for later, so I put down the fuck book, vowing to return later and finish where I left off. After another half hour in the bubbling heat, I began to feel heady, wrinkled, and hungry. I climbed out of the spa, toweled off, and trudged into the house in search of food. As I stepped over the edge of the tub, I was still aware of my heavy, semi-hard dick and swaying balls; after drying off and a feeble attempt to get a towel around me, I gave up and padded toward the kitchen naked. I was enjoying the complete freedom, being able to walk around nude- - something I was unable to do in my own ground-floor apartment with high, un-curtained windows, nosy upper floor neighbors, and frequent drop-in guests. As I walked by the large, mirrored foyer on my way to the kitchen, I was startled as three images of me appeared to move through the small alcove in different directions. I stopped to take advantage of this `wrap-around' view and cast a critical eye on the body I saw. Despite an hour in the spa, my skin still looked tanned and supple. My smooth, nearly hairless chest was still well-muscled and tapered to a flat, washboard stomach. Well below the navel, a thin shadow of hair spread down to the root of my still half-hard cock. While I was no porn star, I was pretty proud of the way I looked. Another stroke or two of my meat brought a throbbing rush of hardness and a small, crystal clear drop of pre-cum to ooze out the tip. I gently wiped it off and tasted its salty warmth. Life was so good! A low, loud growling sound emanating from my abdomen reminded me I was famished; I headed for the fridge. As I entered the modern kitchen, it was apparent that Paul was also into cooking. Here was a well-designed and well-stocked kitchen, complete with two ovens, a built-in microwave, 6-burner gas cook-top, two refrigerators and a freezer. Lying on the center island was a handwritten note, obviously from Paul. "Glad you consented to housesit," it began. "I know you'll have the time of your life- - ha ha!" obviously some attempt at humor on his part I didn't quite get. The rest of the note was instructions on how to use the stereo and video centers in the living room, invitation to use the house as my own, and a request to check up on the neighbor's house periodically during the week. The note explained that the young couple that lived there was out of town for the next month and they had asked Paul to look after their place. "Feel free to use their pool if you want; I checked with them and they said 'OK'." What could be better- - stuck in paradise with all the comforts of home and now a pool to boot! I made myself a sandwich and moseyed into the living room to have a look at Paul's stereo/video system. It was spectacular! I'm somewhat of an aficionado and was suitably impressed with the expensive array of components in his setup. Following the instructions in Paul's note, I first figured out how to turn on and listen to one of his new-wave jazz CDs. The rich, full sounds of the instruments coupled with the driving bass beat pleasured my ears and my spirit as I finished off my sandwich. After the CD finished, I read on in the letter to the part telling me how to `energize' the large-screen video. It was simple, really, for after pressing only one button on the remote, the screen blossomed into color and sound. It didn't take me long to realize I was watching one of Paul's steamy sex videos. The scene unfolded with a beautiful, buxom babe (aren't they all?) entering her apartment with an arm-full of groceries, obviously returning from a hard day at work. Waiting for her was a former boyfriend, apparently having let himself in with a key that he never gave back. The video was a rather badly acted soap opera that soon had the couple arguing, then making up, then fucking and sucking each other for the better part of the next half hour. While the acting was bad, the sex was rather stimulating, judging by the boner I was sporting as soon as the stud took out the woman's tits and began kneading and sucking her hardening, leathery brown nipples, even before she could put down the groceries. I settled back on the couch and watched as later, he drew out his growing prick, offering it for her to suck and stroke. After stripping and eating her pussy for the standard 5 minutes, he drove his now rock-hard massive dick into her sopping, shaved snatch. This was the best part of the video. She seemed to have been bored with the foreplay earlier in the sequence, but once he began driving his big piston in and out of her box, I could tell the acting was over and she now had what she'd been after all along. Her moans and groans were not the usual `dubbed-over' type meant to indicate orgasm just prior to the stud pulling out and squirting, but were genuine guttural heaves and moans of womanly pleasure as she came hard! After she obviously completed her orgasm and collapsed in a heap, it was evident the stud was nowhere near done as he kept stroking in and out with even longer, deeper thrusts. She begged him to stop for a moment so she could regain her composure but he would not be deterred. The scene changed now from one of tender, albeit spectacular sex, to one of brutal, grinding animalistic humping that had the couple literally screaming and snorting as I'd never seen in a video. This was not acting; this was one incredible, hot fuck! I was absolutely mesmerized! I had both hands going up and down on my engorged cock, matching the sweating, screaming couple thrust for thrust. His rapid, full-length strokes had gone on for what seemed like hours and I could feel the come bubbling up out of my balls and begin coursing its way through my guts to my dick. It erupted from my cock at the same moment the woman screamed and slumped back in a stupor. The stud pulled out and squirted hot jets of cum all over her heaving tits while gush after gush of hot goo spurted out of the end of my dick, shooting up onto my stomach and chest in great, steamy gobs. I thought I'd never stop cumming! At last it ended and I felt as spent as the couple on screen. Wow! If all of Paul's videos were like this, I'd be dead before the week was out!