Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2024 03:09:31 -0500 From: Tom x Subject: Steve and Jodie 2 Disclaimers: I am an adult. I wrote this story based solely on imagination and have not infringed on anyone's copyright. This story involves sex between consenting adults -- children will not appear in this or any future stories in this section. This story does not include blackmail, kidnapping, rape, minors, suicide, or homicide. Bareback sex is a risky sexual option, and this story does not encourage you to have unprotected sex. There are no links provided for finding this story elsewhere. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to view, read, or have this material, or if you are a minor, you are asked to leave this story and this page. Nifty needs your donations to keep the stories you enjoy coming! Donate to nifty.org Steve and Jodie 2 A few days after taking Jodie and cuckolding Steve, I received a call from Jodie. "Hi Jodie, what's going on?" "I personally wanted to thank you for the other evening. Steve and I enjoyed the time you were with us and wanted to let you know that we look forward to seeing you join us again when your schedule permits." "Well, thanks for calling. I have to admit, it wasn't anything I could have imagined doing in my life. No judgments, but I'm pretty vanilla, and that kind of thing was never on my radar. I guess I'm older and maybe not as knowledgeable about those things. But it was interesting, and, yeah, give me a convenient time for both of you, and we can arrange something." "Well, that's the thing. Steve has been climbing the walls since you left. He seriously wanted to get what I got that night. I'm not questioning your stamina; you performed exceptionally well, but maybe you weren't ready to have sex with Steve." "I'm sure that my performance would have extended to Steve. But, if that was your first time, you both needed to think about what just happened. I'm not here to exploit anyone, I was married once, and I know, even at your age, if another man came and did that with my wife, I'd want to be sure that we were on solid footing and that it didn't mess with our heads before doing anything else. It sounds like you've talked about it in a logical sexual way." "We did, and, like I said, he's climbing the walls about having you. I want to see him as satisfied as he did for me the other night." "OK, well, you've piqued my interest again. How does Thursday work this week for you both?" "I'll check. Will it be alright if Steve texts you? I'm free, but I don't know about him." "Sure. Thanks for calling. I'll be in touch." Not five minutes later, I received a text from Steve - "Thursday at 7 would work!" I thought for a few days what scene I'd like to see Steve play while Jodie watched. Humiliating her didn't seem right. It wasn't necessary. Getting Steve to come while I fucked him and having him beg for more was my goal. I drove up to their house and was early by ten minutes. I had brought a bag of things that turn me on with guys. A pair of sweaty gym shorts, a jockstrap, and a Speedo. Steve answered the door when I rang almost immediately. Jodie was in the background, smiling and almost laughing at Steve's eagerness about tonight's encounter. "Hi Thom, can I get you something to drink?" Jodie asked. "Hey Jodie, I'll have a scotch neat, please. Thank you." I sat down on the couch across from Steve. Tonight, I was overdressed; both were in sweats and t-shirts. Expensive designer sweats, to be more precise. Jodie put her hand on my shoulder as she handed me my drink. Steve looked at me and then Jodie furtively. "So, Steve. Let's talk a little about tonight. Have you had sex with a guy before?" Steve shook his head. He looked at me somewhat sheepishly. "Look, I'm not judging, but this could be painful if you're not ready. Your wife wants you to have as good a time as she had last week. Have you done anything to 'practice'?" "We tried a butt plug and a dildo, and he took it pretty well," Jodie piped in. "What are you looking for tonight, Steve? Are you going to let me decide how to go with this?" I asked. "I know that I want to experience anal sex with you. I want you in me bare, I want to take your load, and I hope to get off too," Steve said, looking me straight in the eyes and not wavering, not being bashful. I smiled and thought wryly to myself how much I liked virgin guys. They were so idealistic, not having real experience, despite trying a dildo, what was about to happen. "OK, what was the first sensation you felt with the dildo?" I asked He looked at Jodie and then me and said, "In reality, it felt like I needed to take a dump." "Yeah, that's common. After that, what did you feel?" "I felt filled, and it made me tingle." "Did you come?" I continued. "I did finally, but it took a long time, and once I did, I didn't want anything in me anymore," he admitted. "Well, we're going to change all that tonight, OK? Do you trust me? And is there a word you want to use if you really need or want me to stop?" "I trust you, and let's say 'cinnamon' if we need to stop." "All right then, let's go upstairs and try this," I grabbed his hand and pulled him close. I kissed him passionately on the lips, and at first, he tried to back up, but I forced him to stay with me, and within a few seconds, he was kissing me back as passionately. We went up the stairs holding hands, and a few times, I pushed him against the wall and gave him a deep tongue down the throat. He was responding better than when we initially started in the living room. We got to the bedroom, and I pulled out my three items from the bag and held them up for him to choose. He grabbed the jockstrap, which made me happy. It was going to be fun breaking him in. I stood very close to Steve face-to-face and told him to undress me. He went for my shirt first and began unbuttoning it. I leaned in and kissed him, and his eyes glinted. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and looked at his beautiful torso. This was someone who obviously had no kids or any obligations except work and maintaining a house. He had time to spend on making his body hot. He then began unbuckling my belt and pants and let them fall to the floor. I pulled his sweats down and could see his little cock straining to be free in his underwear. "Put on the jock, boy," I growled at him. He didn't blush; he smiled broadly, and I knew I had him by calling him my boy. I slipped out of my underwear and lay down, spreading my legs and putting my hands behind my head on the pillow. "Suck my cock and make sure to keep your ass up in the air for your wife. I want her to see your virgin hole before I destroy it. Jodie, pull the chair closer. I want you to see what a man-slut your husband is. He's going to surprise you tonight." Jodie complied and put the chair about three feet away from the edge of the bed, intently watching Steve's hole and him going down on me. "Yeah, boy, that feels good. Take my balls in your mouth gently and lick the sweat off of them. You know what you were made for tonight, don't you?" I said as he moved to my balls and worked on licking them with a nice tongue. I was feeling good. He was doing a good job and working my cock and balls like he was born to it. I moaned while he was sucking my cock, "I'm going to nut down your throat, get ready I'm about to come." And with that, I shot a fierce set of ropes into his willing mouth. He greedily kept sucking my cock, trying to get every precious drop. Steve was doing a great job, and he was the type of guy I like to fuck for a hookup. I spread my legs further apart and ordered him to eat my ass. He looked over at Jodie, who nodded, then at me, almost worried. "I'm very clean. Now get down there and start eating me out," I told him. His mouth hit my hole, and I let out a groan. He darted his tongue into my hole and then began lapping at my area with an enthusiasm that I'd not seen in a while. You could see the precum beading on his jockstrap, and a few times, I had to tell him to keep his hands away from his cock. "Turn around and put your ass in my mouth," I ordered him. Steve had the most excellent, hottest hole I had the pleasure of eating in years. Maybe it was because he was a virgin, but I got very horny starting to eat on him. He shrieked when my mouth began munching on his pussy. He was gasping and panting every time I flicked my tongue into his bud. He cried out at regular intervals as I ate him out like he was the fresh meat he was. I could feel him quivering over me, and I didn't want to torture him any longer, so I had him come to the edge of the bed, lay on his back, pushed his legs back, and really began devouring his hole. He was crying out, panting, and grabbing violently at the sheets while writhing on the bed. I had to hold his ass in my hands to make sure he didn't move too far away from my mouth. This man was a total bottom for sure, and I was making him mine tonight. Jodie stood up and came closer to the bed. She had removed her clothes and was working her clit with her fingers. What she was witnessing was turning her on, and she could tell Steve was in love with having his hole eaten out by a pro. I stopped, stood up, and kissed her lips quickly. She was shocked, but it translated to more wetness in her pussy which I heard almost immediately as she continued to work on her clit. "Boy, I think you're ready," I growled at him as I reached into the bag for the bottle of lube I brought. He looked up at me with vulnerability in his eyes and nodded. I began fingering lube into his well-prepared hole. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I carefully prepped him. With my other hand, I greased up my cock with more lube. I know too much can get too slick, but I was deflowering Steve, and I wanted no reason to hear the safe word. I'd wipe off the excess after getting into him after a few strokes. My cock, despite already coming earlier, was rock hard. The head of my cock was pushing out so hard that the foreskin started peeling back some covering half of the head. I laid my cock at Steve's hole, and he let out a faint sigh. I grabbed his ankles and pushed up against this virgin bud. His eyes opened immediately, and he looked scared. I kept pushing and found that I had at least slipped the head of my cock into his hole. He opened his mouth, forming an O, but he didn't speak. I continued pushing forward, and he began to grunt. "Stay with me, boy! I'm only halfway there. You're doing good. Just breathe!" He began breathing in rapid pants, turning red and flustered looking. He took in a deep breath, and I finished sinking into him balls-deep. He groaned and began breathing again. He was virgin tight and very wet inside. I slowly pulled back, and he gasped. "Don't -- don't do that," I hissed, "just keep breathing; it isn't what you think. You're doing good, boy. Let Daddy take care of you." He started breathing again. I wiped off a lot of lube from my cock and then put it back in him gently. I didn't want to lose him to pain. He grimaced some, but this time, when I hit the bottom, his eyes were full of lust. I pulled back, and despite removing lube from my cock he was nice and slick without being too wet. I sank back in, and his eyes went wide open; he was enjoying being filled. I knew he would once he had a taste of it. His enjoyment made me rigid, and I began to slowly move back and forth in his virgin hole. He was gasping in a good way now and panting in enjoyment. I liked watching his face as I changed the pace or depth; he was crying out sometimes in ecstasy and tossing his head back and forth on the pillow. I knew I was fucking Steve, but I made sure to give Jodie a show as well. I could hear her behind me, working her freshly wet snatch and moaning gently. Once I had Steve feeling good about a rhythm and comfortable taking dick, I lifted his legs higher in the air and began plowing his ass. He felt so good and tight and enjoyed being taken by a man. He cried out every now and then, but for the most part, he was grunting and opening and closing his eyes, which made him look so vulnerable. I wanted him to experience an excellent first time, and rather than focus on my desires, I responded to him by giving him what seemed to pleasure him the most. He had wrapped his hands around my forearms and held on for dear life as I nailed away at his hole. He was now steadily precuming through the jock strap and it looked very sexy seeing a muscled man beneath me not touching himself so thoroughly enjoying being filled and fucked. He did great for being a virgin. I picked up the pace. I started delivering a fuck that would give Steve what he wanted while working my way up to an orgasm. I had kept that in mind and had to actively work on not busting in him within the first five minutes. But we had been going good for ten minutes now, and I wanted to give him my load. I tensed up, began delivering the final building strokes, and was now on edge. "I'm going to come. Where do you want this load?" "In me, daddy," Steve moaned, tensing up himself. "Pull out," Jodie said. "Too late, I'm breeding your husband," I said as I began shooting a superb volley of come into my new bottom. "He's not a virgin anymore!" Steve cried out, turned red, and began coming through the jockstrap. He didn't even touch himself. He just moaned and writhed but didn't move so much that he came off my cock. Jodie stood up and watched as I pulled my solid cock from her husband's messed-up hole. She looked disgusted, but somehow, it also gave her a look of lust as she watched a little of my creampie slip from his wet, slick hole. Steve was on the bed purring, his muscular body limp from what appeared to be the mind-blowing orgasm he had just had. "That was fucking great," he said, looking up at both of us as he opened his eyes. "You did good, buddy!" I smiled down at him. "I want it again," he said sheepishly. I looked over at his wife, who smiled, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied with just one nut, and nodded. I slapped his ass lightly and said, "Get up and get yourself cleaned up. Go to the bathroom and push out as much of my load as you can. And make sure that your hole is clean -- wash up." Steve scampered off the bed and went to the bathroom to complete his two tasks. After a few minutes, he came back fresh and clean. Aside from a bit of puffiness, his hole looked like new. "Are you ready for round two, sport?" I asked, smiling. He nodded. "Then start by getting me a drink." With no hesitation and getting flustered, Steve began walking off downstairs. "Hey, Steve, stop," I yelled as he made it to the door. I reached in and threw him a pair of Speedos from the bag. "Put those on!" He reached down, picked them up, and slipped them on. Except for his package, which could have been fuller, they looked perfect on him. I looked over at Jodie. She was working on her clit some more. I rushed over and began eating her out while Steve was gone. She hiked up her legs more and groaned as I furiously ate at her snatch. I could hear her husband coming up the stairs and went back over to the corner of the bed where I was standing previously. "Clean me up," I said gruffly, "While I have a drink." Without a flinch, Steve fell to his knees and began sucking me, cleaning up everything I had left on me from fucking him a few minutes before. He worked my cock like a pro, and I started stirring back to life. This was one hot little fucker working on me, and I knew he was going to be great for round two. After he cleaned me up, he stood up. I slapped him across the face, which shocked him but oddly also made him bead up some precum that came through the Speedos, making a wet spot. Then I pulled his head close to me and began kissing him roughly. He responded by kissing me back and loving on his Daddy. I broke our embrace, quickly turned him around, and pulled the Speedos down to his knees. I told him to hold on to the edge of the bed. I lubed up my cock and fingered a little into his hole. I walked up behind him, and much like when I fucked his wife, I pressed into his waiting snatch. Although there was more resistance than her slick cunt, Steve did an excellent job of taking my firm meat into his willing ass. He groaned, and I could see him tense up as he knew I would be able to deliver a more powerful fuck to his newly deflowered hole. I grabbed at his hips roughly and began pounding him from behind. He started wailing as I relentlessly kept pumping into him. "Breed me again, Daddy!" He cried out several times. Steve was wet inside, mainly from me really laying in some serious precum. He gasped, held on to the sheets, and cried out as I continued to pound away at his ass. I felt him getting tense and his hole tightening around me as I realized he was coming again hands-free. This boy was gay or at least very gay-oriented on the bisexual scale. He begged me to come in him, and I was close, but I wanted to ride this ass for all it was worth. I pushed him onto the bed and began long dicking him from behind. He screamed for my load. I kept pounding away. He turned to Jodie, who looked somewhat concerned that maybe he was in pain but shook his head at her, which gave me the cue that my time had arrived to bust. "I'm making you my boy again," I stuttered out as I began shooting violently into his tight ass. He screamed one more time, "Do it, breed me again!" Exhausted, I fell onto him with my cock still inside, still feeling the incredible tightness of a new manhole. He breathed a sigh of relief and let me lay there. Shortly after, I withdrew, and he rolled over, exposing yet one more load he had shot during our encounter. I smiled and knew this guy was mine to do with whenever he wanted me to. Jodie came off the chair and rubbed Steve's shoulder. I rubbed his tight lower belly. The guy was utterly exhausted and spent but smiling. I dressed and let them get on with each other as I let myself out the door and home for the night. I got a text from Jodie as I was climbing into bed. "Thank you. We'll be calling you again soon!"