Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2007 19:34:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Secret Passion"

Most of us have heard of, or known women, including married women, who find
it a big turn on sexually to watch or participate in the sexual activity
between men.  Many of these women often like to go to gay bars where they
can associate freely with gay men.  As we know, these women are often
referred to, in the vernacular, as Fag-Hags.  This is the story of one of
those women who pursued her secret passion, and of the men who helped her
realize her dream.


My Secret Passion


My name is Janice Cramer.  I'm married to Harry Cramer, and we have one
son, Tommy.  I have always harbored a secret passion where I . . . .  But
let me start from the beginning.

When I was a little girl, probably around seven, I discovered something
that has remained with me all the years hence.  One evening after supper, I
walked into my older brother's room---he was twelve, as I remember---and
found him lying naked.  My father was also lying there naked with my
brother's penis in his mouth.  I was overwhelmed by the sight, not in a bad
way, but in a way that strangely excited me.  I had the feeling that I had
come upon something I should not have, and left the room.

Later that night, my father came in to tuck me in and sat on the side of my
bed.

"I know, Jancice," he said, "you're curious about what you saw earlier.
These things are strictly things that need to be done between fathers and
their sons.  What you saw was only the necessary training a boy must
receive from his father to prepare himself to become a man.  It doesn't
concern you at all."

I didn't understand.  Many years later, however, I realized my father's
little explanation was not correctly describing his intent, but meant only
to placate me with a little fib.

Over the next couple of years, I had opportunities to view them again, but
on those occasions, either my brother's dick or my father's dick was stuck
up in the other one's ass.  Or they were sucking each other's dick.  Over
time, they didn't seem to make any effort to keep me away from seeing them
do these things.  But my father would always say.  "It's something only men
understand, Janice.  It's not a woman thing.  It's a man thing.  So you
mustn't concern yourself with it.

I learned from my friends, like we all do, about how men fuck women.  The
idea of that, of course, was erotic and exciting, but the idea of a man
fucking and sucking another man or boy was the most exciting to me of all.
When I learned to play with my clit and masturbate, my fantasies were only
about seeing men fucking other men or boys, not necessarily having a man's
cock pushed up my cunt.  Especially exciting was the burning image of my
father and my brother fucking and sucking each other.  I became obsessed
with that fantasy.

In high school and college, I dated a lot, and allowed a number of guys to
fuck me.  I, of course, always enjoyed being fucked.  But my fantasies
while getting fucked always had me imagining that the man who was fucking
me was actually fucking another man.  While in college, several of the men
I was going with brought up the subject of marriage.  But I could always
foresee that something would be missing in a marriage to one of these guys.

In my senior year, however, I dated a beautiful young man, who also talked
to me about marrying.  But this one was different.  He admitted to me one
night that he was bisexual and that I would have to understand that he
might want sex with other men.  I was absolutely delighted.  Perhaps I
would again have the chance to see a man fucking another man.

We talked about it for some time, and I made it clear that his bisexuality
would be no problem for me.  In fact, if I married him, he must allow me to
watch his having sex with other men.  The idea of that excited him as much
as it did me.

Harry and I sucked and fucked our way though most of the first year of
marriage.  Harry had taken a job as a CPA with a large manufacturing firm.
He was always tired when he came home, but never exhausted enough to have a
good fuck with me.  It was finally time for me to bring up the subject.

"Don't you think it's time for you to be thinking of sex with some hot
young man?  You told me you wanted to do that."

"It's not only time, but past time," he said.  "I've really been craving a
good hard cock up my ass and one to suck on.  And I miss the taste of
another guy's cum.  But I haven't met anybody, and I've been so fucking
busy, I can't get out to find someone.  And I'm always too tired in the
evenings to go out and see what I can find."

"Maybe I can find someone, Harry.  I could go out and round up some guy who
wants to get fucked."

"How would you do that, Janice?"

"There are some gay bars in town.  If I went to some of them, I'm sure I
could find someone who'd be interested in doing it."

Harry waved his arm dismissively.  "Those places are just for gay men.
Women don't go into those places."

"Yes, they do," I said.  "My friend Betty told me there are a lot of women
who go to gay bars because they like to talk with gay men."

"I think it would be pretty hard for you to convince any guy to come home
with you."

"Why would it be so hard?  I'll tell him what a gorgeous guy you are.  A
cock to die for and an asshole that cries out to be fucked."

Harry smiled.  "Well, Janice, you can try it if you want, but I don't think
it'll work.  If you go to one of those places, put on some normal clothes.
I don't want you to go in there looking like a fucking whore.  Nobody in
there will want to talk to you."

The next night was Friday night.  I put on a conservative pair of dark
slacks and nice jacket and drove down to the Jolly Balls Bar.  The music
wasn't as loud as I expected, and there were two or three boy couples
dancing in the far end of the bar and holding on to each other's butt
cheeks as they undulated to a rather nondescript bit of music coming from
the juke box.  Most of the tables were occupied, but the bar had quite a
few empty seats.

At the end of the bar near the door sat a young man drinking beer out of a
bottle.  He had short blond hair and a beautiful profile.  He looked
straight ahead as though deep in thought as he tapped his fingers on the
bottle in time with the music.  Since he wore shorts and a tee-shirt, I
could plainly see his tanned legs and arms covered with a dusting soft
hair.

I walked over and sat on the stool next to him.  He moved slightly on his
stool as though he were afraid his leg might touch mine.  He continued to
look straight ahead.  I was sure he was disappointed that the empty stool
next to him was occupied by a woman.

I casually said, "My, it's terribly cold out there.  What I'd really like
right now is a hot cup of coffee.  You must be freezing in those shorts."

He grunted, but continued to look away.

"I probably should be home," I said.  "My husband is alone and probably a
little lonely."

He grunted again.

I extended my hand.  "My name's Janice Cramer.

He took my hand.  "I'm Chip Townsend."

When my coffee arrived, I wrapped my hands around the cup and said, "Do you
come here often."

"Pretty often."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have taken this stool," I said.  "Are you waiting for
someone?"

"No.  It's okay.

After a few minutes, I said, "Do you have a boyfriend, Chip?"

"No.  Not at the moment.  But I did until a couple of nights ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I think I know how you feel.  I hope it wasn't an
unpleasant breakup.  Those things are so sad."

"No.  It's just that we weren't very compatible."

"In bed?" I asked.

Chip looked at me with surprise that I would ask such a thing.  "Yeah.  In
bed."

I plowed right ahead.  "I know that sexual compatibility is a delicate
matter.  Usually, two people have to like pretty much the same thing to
keep an even keel in a relationship."

"You said it," Chip said, shaking his head.

"Some like to fuck, and some don't.  Some like to suck, and some don't."
God, I thought.  Am I moving too fast here?

Chip shot another surprised look at me.  "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," I said.

"Are you a lesbian or something?  You said you have a husband."

I chuckled.  "Oh, no.  I'm not a lesbian.  I'm happily married to a very
handsome man.  And sex is very important to us.  And talking about sex is a
very serious matter to us.  Don't you believe that talking about sex with
another person seriously is a good thing?"

"Yes."  Chip held his empty bottle up, signaling for another.  "Sure I like
to talk about sex.  Who doesn't?

"Well," I said, "I wasn't sure you'd be comfortable talking about sex with
a woman sitting here in a gay bar."

"That doesn't matter," Chip said.

"There are a lot women, Chip, who enjoy knowing and talking with gay men.
And I'm one of them."

"I see."

I knew I was getting close to the point where I would make my play.  I had
to tell a few little lies along the way.

"Oh yes, I have a lot of gay friends.  They're very open with me, telling
me about their sexual problems with their boyfriends and other guys.  I'd
be terribly interested in knowing just what the problem was with your
boyfriend.  Did he leave you?

"No, I left him."

"It was something you wanted from him that he wouldn't give you, wasn't
it?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Chip took a long drink from his bottle of beer.  "He always wanted to fuck
me, but he wouldn't let me fuck him."

"That was all?" I asked.

"What do you mean, that was all?  He wouldn't suck me off, either."

"But he expected you to suck him off, right?"

"You got it."

"Well, obviously," I said, "that relationship was way too one-sided.  I'm
sure you're very frustrated over the whole business."

"Fuck, yes."

I looked around.  "Do you see anyone in here tonight that you'd really like
to fuck?"

Chip glanced about the room, then gave out a long sigh.  "No.  I'll just go
on home and beat my fucking meat."

I put my hand on his arm.  "No, no, Chip.  You deserve more than that.  I
want you to come home with me."

"What?  No way."

"Now listen to me, Chip.  I know what you need and what you want.  I've had
plenty of experience with young men like you.  How old are you?"

"I'm 25."

"You're my husband's age.  He'd love to have you with him tonight.  He's
just as frustrated as you are."

"Your husband?  You mean, you want me to go home with you so I can sleep
with your husband?  I don't believe this."

I opened my purse.  "Of course.  Here's a picture of him."

Chip took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.  "He's a hot looking
dude.  You really want me to sleep with him.  I don't get it."

"I'll be perfectly frank with you, Chip.  My husband, Harry, has always
liked having sex with other men.  And of course, I'm unable to satisfy him.
Please, Chip, he is a wonderful lover, and your coming home with me would
mean as much to him as I know it will mean to you.  Please, you shouldn't
be afraid.  You need to get your mind off of . . . whoever it was."

"I'm not afraid.  It just kind of blows my mind that you want me to sleep
with your husband."

"There's one other thing, Chip.  When you are having sex with him, I want
to be there to watch."

"You want me to fuck around with your husband while you're watching us?"

"That's right."

Chip turned toward me and smiled.  "Cool.  Really cool."

I smiled, too.  "All right, then.  Shall we go?"


When we walked in the house, we found Harry in the living room.  As it
happened, he was also dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt.  He got up and
extended his hand to Chip.

"Harry," I said, "This is Chip.  Chip, this is my husband Harry."

Harry said, "You sure are tanned for a cold winter month."

"I'm a tennis player, Mr. Cramer."

Harry ran his hand over the soft hair on Chips arm.  "I guessed that from
the fine sinews in your strong right arm.  I'm a tennis player, too, when I
can get away from work, which isn't often."

"You've got a real good tan, too, Mr. Cramer."

"Please call me Harry.  Would you like a beer or something?"

"No thank you.  I think I've had enough tonight."

Harry was still holding onto Chip's hand, and slowly pulled him toward him.
They went into a tight hug.  Still holding onto each other, they looked
into each other's eyes and touched their lips together lightly in a long
kiss.  I watched as Chip brought his hand down inside of the back of
Harry's shorts.  They began to kiss deeper and, I could tell their tongues
were inside of each other's mouth.  I was getting that crazy feeling.  To
me, it was so hot to see two men kissing each other, first gently, and then
so passionately.  I could feel a cramping between my legs.

I finally said, "Shall we go on upstairs?  If you want to go ahead, I'll
lock up and turn the lights off down here."

I could hardly believe my luck in finding this gorgeous boy.  I was
surprised at myself that I'd pulled it off so easily.  As I walked around,
turning off the lights, I could feel myself shaking with anticipation.

When I arrived at our bedroom, I saw that Harry had already pulled back the
spread and all the covers from our king-sized bed.  They stood close and
faced each other as they each pulled the tee shirt off of the other.  I
stripped down to my bra and panties and sat at the foot of the bed watching
them.

As they undressed each other, Chip kept kissing Harry all over his face.
He then brought his tongue down over Harry's chest and into his pubic hair
as he pulled Harry's shorts down to his ankles.  Soon, these two positively
hot, gorgeous men stood naked, holding each other with their hard cocks
pressing against each other as they kissed again.  I unhooked my bra and
pulled off my panties.  My cunt was already flooded with juices.

Still holding onto each other, they fell over onto the bed.  Chip lay
spread-eagle on his back, his beautiful cock standing straight up.  Harry
crouched over him and began running his tongue over almost every inch of
Chips beautiful lithe body, including the pure white area within his tan
lines.  Harry took Chip's arms, one at a time, in his hands and sucked on
the tan skin and hair like he was gnawing an ear of corn.  He brought his
tongue and lips down over Chip's hairless chest and stomach, and along the
long narrow strip of dark hair that extended from his navel into his heavy
bush of pubic hair.  He licked up all sides of Chip's penis shaft and then
swirled his tongue around over the glistening head, lapping up the long
sticky strings of semen that oozed from it.

Harry buried his head between Chip's muscular thighs and nibbled on the
soft and thin skin of his scrotum, which was covered with bristly hair.  He
lifted Chip's ball sack in one hand and gently kissed the balls within.

I got up and retrieved my oversized vibrating dildo from the bed table
drawer.  I fucked myself and watched Harry gnaw on Chip's lovely hairy
legs, as he had done with his arms.  After he had bathed the legs
completely with his tongue, he scooted his body up and took Chip's blazing
hot cock into his mouth.  He sucked furiously on it for several minutes
until Chip told him to stop.  He didn't want to cum yet.

As Harry raised his head and looked into his partner's eyes, Chip said,
"Harry, would you stand over my head and lower your ass down onto my face.
I want to smell and taste all the moist warmth of your crotch and your
asshole."

Harry jumped up and quickly sat on Chip's face.  I could hear him slurping
his tongue around in Harry's ass crack and over and around his balls.  All
the while, Chip was running his hands over Harry's legs and feeling the
soft hair on them.

I could hardly stand it, and a powerful orgasm surged through my body as I
continued to fuck myself with the dildo.  By now, Chip was jacking himself
off.

When Harry saw that, he said, "Hold it.  Let me get on top of it and ride
your cock up my ass."

As I watched Harry straddling Chip's hips and lower his sweet ass down onto
his waiting cock, another orgasm rattled through my cunt.  I lay on my side
with my head on the bed so I could see my husband's asshole sucking in
Chip's raging cock.  Harry rode that cock like a bronco, with his beautiful
ass cheeks slapping against Chip's thighs.  I could see beads of sweat
flying off of his face as he rode that cock faster and faster.

Just then, I saw the muscles in Chip's legs begin to flex and stiffen.  His
face was contorting with agony as he growled like a lion.  He threw his
head wildly from side to side and his rigid legs quivered as though he was
having a seizure.

When it was over, Chip said, "Come on, Harry.  Sit on my face again and let
all my sweet cream run out into my throat."

As Harry settled down again on Chip's face, he began stroking his own cock.
I could hear Chip sucking on my husband's asshole.  When he was through, he
asked Harry to lie over on his back.  Then he got up and crouched between
Dick's legs and began sucking his cock furiously, while once again
caressing Harry's legs.

Harry was obviously so horny, he couldn't hold it for more than a minute
and shot his whole load of cum into Chip's mouth.  At that moment, another
orgasm swept over me.  My third, every one more powerful than the last.
Chip moved up over Harry, kissing him wildly as he let Harry's sperm flow
into his mouth.

These two beautiful men lay once again in each other's arms, exhausted.
They caressed and kissed each other's bodies over and over.  After a long
rest, they were up and at it again.  Before dawn, they had fucked each
other two more times.  They were both sound asleep when I awoke.  My legs
were shaky after having almost a dozen orgasms during the night.

I went downstairs and put on the coffee.  I couldn't for the life of me
think what to give those two Adonises for breakfast.  When they were
finally up, we sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating some
nearly stale sweet rolls I found in the back of the refrigerator.  We'd had
no conversation about our desires for this kind of sex before we did it.
We explained to Chip that what we did, we really loved to do.  He admitted
that it was one of the most exciting nights he had ever spent in bed with
anyone.  The whole idea of fucking a man while his wife looked on was more
erotic than he ever dreamed it would be.


Over the next year, we got together with Chip several more times.  I also
made frequent trips to the Jolly Balls Bar and similar gay bars to pick up
other hot men for Harry to play with while I watched.  On several
occasions, I brought home two men for Harry and, one night, three men.  Two
or three men I brought home wanted to watch Harry and I fucking, as well


At the end of that year, I became pregnant.  For several months, I
continued to bring guys home for Harry to play with.  But in the last few
months of gestation, I brought no one home.  Harry didn't think that having
a grossly pregnant woman lying there on the bed would in any way enhance
the sexual experience he and another man were having.

After Bobby was born, I looked at and fondled his little tiny prick as I
fantasized about when he would grow up and use his man-sized cock to fuck
either a woman's cunt or a man's asshole.  I couldn't help but hope that it
would be the latter.  I was determined, selfishly I admit, to teach him to
savor the joys of fucking other men.

When I was in high school, my brother and my father were still having heavy
sex together.  I was no longer under any illusion that it was merely an
"educational man thing."  They were obviously hot for each other's bodies.
And they were no longer making any secret of it.  My mother knew what was
going on, but she felt powerless to stop it.  I watched them having sex as
often as they let me, and I wanted to urge my mother to watch, also.  But I
knew, unlike me, she would be abhorred at the idea.

Eventually, my brother announced to the family that he was gay and had
found a lover.  They were going to leave town and live in Hawaii, where
they believed they could live an openly gay life.  My father was devastated
that he was leaving and, in a moment of remorse, admitted to us all that he
had also been a homosexual all his life.  Shortly after that when my father
brought home a strange young man who he proclaimed to be his new lover, my
mother packed up and left home for good.  That happened when I was living
with Harry, but not yet married.

Now, as I changed the diaper on my sweet little boy, it came to me suddenly
that I wanted to have him experience with Harry, his father, the same
sexual joys as my father and his son had.  And I'd be there to encourage
them and watch everything they did together.

I didn't mention my thoughts to Harry, but when Bobby was about one year
old, I brought him into bed with us one night.  We were both naked.  I told
Harry how I enjoyed playing with Bobby's little penis and sometimes kissing
it.  We both fondled Bobby then, and after a few minutes, Harry leaned over
and took his little prick in his mouth and ran his finger over his little
asshole.

As time went on, we had Bobby in bed with us while we fucked.  Harry
encouraged Bobby to play with his hard cock, and Bobby loved playing with
it, and even kissing it after it had pulled out of my wet cunt.

With my encouragement, Harry was quite excited about the prospect of having
Bobby as a full sex partner someday.  By the time the boy was seven years
old, he'd learned to jack his father off, which he did almost every day
with great joy.  When he was eight, he was stroking his own dick and able
to have dry orgasms.  Shortly after that, they both began sucking each
other off.  From the beginning, Bobby loved the taste of cum.

When Bobby had his little boy friends over at our house to play in the
afternoons, I told them they should all take off their clothes when they
played.  It was much more fun to run around the house when they were naked.
And they agreed.  They had a great time wrestling on the floor and, of
course, it was so erotic for me to look at their cute little bodies.  When
they wrestled and got excited, their little penises inevitably got hard.  I
encouraged them to touch and feel each other's bodies, and of course they
loved to do it.

On Bobby's twelfth birthday, Harry told him he had a present for him.  It
was to be Bobby's first fuck, and that his mother would be invited to the
party.  Bobby was so excited.  He'd seen me naked many times, but I had
never laid naked on the bed fucking myself with a dildo while he and his
father were sucking each other's cocks.

We had a nice dinner and a cake with twelve candles.  He made a wish and
blew out all of them with one puff.

"Do you know what I wished?" he said.

"No, but you shouldn't tell us," I said, "or it won't come true.

"It better come true," he said.  "I'll tell you anyway.  I hope I won't
have an trouble getting that big cock of Daddy's into my asshole.

"We'll take it slow, Bobby.  I'll make sure it goes in nice and easy.

I was as excited as Bobby and his father.  This is what I'd dreamed of and
hoped for since the day he was born.

We went up to our bedroom and threw back all the covers and stripped off
our clothes.

"Now, Bobby," Harry said, " lie on your back and let's pull your legs all
the way up so your thighs are against your chest."

Harry doubled over a pillow and slipped it under Bobby's little narrow
hips.  His little round ass cheeks spread apart, and his cute little pink
asshole looked so sweet.  He had his arms around his knees and looked up at
Harry with so much eagerness.

Harry lay on his stomach and moved his head close to his son's asshole.
From where I was sitting, I could see the tip of his tongue slowly flicking
across Bobby's little pucker.

Bobby giggled and said, "That tickles."

"Your little shit hole tastes so good, son."

"Are you going to let me taste yours, too, Daddy?"

"I sure am," Harry said.  He pressed his lips tight against his son's hole
and forced saliva inside, as well as all through the boy's crack.  Pulling
away, he added a little lubricant from a bottle.

"Are you ready, son?" Harry said as he rose up on his knees and mounted the
boy.

"Yes, Daddy."

Harry pushed his hips closer and closer to the boy's ass cheeks as I
watched his blazing cock head pressing against Bobby's asshole.  He pushed
a little harder and suddenly the head of his cock popped into Bobby's
rectum.  Bobby closed his eyes tight and moaned.

"Are you all right, son?" Harry said.  "Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm all right.  It doesn't hurt now.  It feels good."

I could see the muscles in Harry's lovely ass cheeks flexing as he pushed
his hard cock steadily into my son's asshole.  It was so beautiful just to
see my husband's humongous cock buried up to the hilt in my son's asshole.
I couldn't hold it back, but a powerful orgasm swept through my groin at
that moment.  I saw Bobby's eyes looking at me.  It was the first time he'd
seen a dildo pushing in and out of my cunt.

Harry began pumping his cock into Bobby faster and faster.  "Are you still
okay?" he asked breathlessly.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy.  I love it.  Keep going."

Bobby released one hand from his knee and began stroking his own cock.  It
was very hard and almost as fat and long as his father's I knew Harry was
going to love it up his own ass.

Harry was sweating now as he pounded harder into his hole.  "Don't cum yet,
Bobby," he gasped.  "Stop jacking your penis.  You have to hold it so you
can shoot it up my own ass."

The muscles in Harry's's legs and arms were now tensing and I could tell he
was about to blast his cum up into his son's rectum.  Then it happened.
Bobby grabbed hold of Harry's arms as he felt his Father' hot cream surge
into his rectum.  Harry groaned loudly with each blast.  When it was over,
Harry pulled out and immediately lay flat between his son's legs with his
face between his ass cheeks.

He said, "This is one of the best parts.  To suck the cum out of your
little boy-cunt."

When Harry lay flat on his back and put a folded pillow under his hips, he
said, "Now, son, I want you to give me a good fuck.  You'll like this.  Go
ahead and do what I did.  Get your mouth down there and cover my asshole
with your saliva.

Bobby eagerly plunged his face into his father's ass crack and rubbed with
his tongue all the saliva he could on the asshole.

"Now, son, get up on your knees and bring your cock into my ass crack.
Then when you're ready, just go ahead and push it into my ass.  It's all
right.  You can push hard.  It'll go in easy."

Bobby quickly buried his hard penis in his fathers asshole.

"Now push it in and out like I did.  You can go as fast as you want and as
hard as you want."

I moved my face close, and watched my son's beautiful penis pistoning in
and out.  His little hips were pounding away on his father's ass cheeks
like a jackhammer.  He looked like he'd done it before a thousand times.
Of course, he'd seen his father fuck me enough where he learned the
technique.  Harry reached up and pinched Bobby's little nipples causing him
to moan with pleasure.  After only a couple of minutes, my son stiffened up
and shot his load of cum into his father's bung hole.  He cried out as
though he were in pain, but I knew it was his orgasm that did it.

Bobby collapsed onto Harry's stomach, and they kissed deeply.  I squealed
as another orgasm swept through my insides.

"Daddy, can I suck my sperm out of your asshole now?"

Without waiting for an answer, he jumped up and plunged his face into his
dad's ass crack.  I could see cum already oozing out of it and Bobby
quickly lapped up as much as he could.


This had been the final consummation of the sexual bonding between my
husband and our son.  As time went on, Harry no longer seemed interested in
fucking me.  I was truly one of those fag-hags who got off on watching two
men having heavy sex.  I realized it satisfied me sexually far more than
being fucked.  So from then on, I was totally content with simply fucking
myself with my dildo while watching my husband and son fucking and sucking
each other.  Maybe that makes me weird.  But I don't care.  Watching those
two gorgeous men having orgasms together gives me orgasms more powerful
than I could ever have with a guy's cock up my cunt.

Over time, the two of them started to do different things.  They learned to
love giving and getting cum facials where they would jack off and shoot
their cum all over each other's face.  They even found it erotic to climb a
large oak tree in our backyard and fuck each other up in the branches while
I watched from below.  They fucked each other under water in our pool.

When Bobby eventually went to college right here in our city, he began
bringing home guys he'd met at school.  One weekend, we had six beautiful
boys piled up with my husband and my son in our bed.  That was a
twelve-orgasm weekend for me.

Just as my father and my brother had done, both Harry and Bobby eventually
admitted they were gay.  Harry had once believed he was bisexual, but he'd
been kidding himself.  Bobby had eventually found a lover, a beautiful boy,
and they moved in with us.  Although Harry and I never again had sex, we
were now both erotically happy.  He, with his son and his lover to play
with, and me, with the best show on earth to keep me entertained with a
life of endless orgasms.


Whether you're a man or a woman, I'd love to have your comments.  Please
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Tom Borden
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