My Special Friends

There's a couple I know who, despite the fact that they both have sex with me, insist that they are gay. They never have sex with any other women, or so they say, and they only fuck me in the ass. So, since they don't enter my pussy (though their fingers and tongues have strayed there), they feel they can still claim to be gay, rather than bi. Whatever. As long as they are both willing to continue to play with me I don't care what they claim to be. They claimed to be gay the night I met them, at the Black Cat bar in Penngrove. I was at the bar waiting for my drink when one of them came up to order and I started talking to him. After a few minutes of talking, when it became clear to him what I hoped to be doing by the end of the night, he just came out and told me he was gay. I said that's okay, you can fuck me in the ass. My answer amused him and we continued to talk and when he got his drink I joined him and his partner at their table. At the end of the evening I went home with them and they both fucked me, as well as each other in the ass. It wasn't the first time I'd fucked with two guys who also fucked each other, but it was the first time with these two.

For some reason, that wasn't planned but just seems to have happened, the three of us have gotten together each of the last Tuesday nights for our now weekly festival of anal and oral sex. Now as it happens having one cock on my ass while I suck on another is often my favorite sexual position. Another is having two cocks in my ass. While I can find a lot of guys who will accommodate me in that first position, most guys seem hesitant about the second. Something about having their cock come in contact with another cock. With my two friends that's not a problem, so when I play with them I get to indulge myself. I don't get the traditional DP from them, but then, what relationship is perfect. Just another reason why I can never be monogamous. I just can't find one guy, or one couple of guys, who seem able to satisfy all my needs. And even if I could find a couple of guys who would do all that I want them to for me, I still need that regular mouthful of pussy.

Anyway, I'm home with a cold now, which I really hope I can shake today so it doesn't get in the way of my Tuesday night play time.

It's Just Who I Am and What I Do

In an earlier post about my relationship with my brother Ryan, I wrote,

"As I've mentioned before, Ryan and his wife had a pretty active but not very imaginative or adventurous sex life. They'd fuck a couple times a week and he would go down on her every chance he got, but she'd go down on him only a few times a year and if his fingers, tongue, or cock ventured near her anus he'd get a stern look and have to return to a more acceptable orifice. As far as he knows she was happy with this and he, though he would have liked to try more things, wasn't too dissatisfied with his sex life. I'm afraid in his next marriage or serious relationship that may not be the case."

I got an email from an on-line acquaintance who quoted that, then added, "My second marriage and I am stuck here again."

That was a few weeks ago and I keep thinking about that email. It keeps coming back to me because I just don't have an adequate response to it. I want to tell this man, and everybody else who feels the same way, that they need to be open with their sexual partners about what they enjoy, what turns them on, what they want to try. They and their partners need to be able to feel secure enough to open up to each other about these things; some of these desires and fantasies will be met receptively and even those that aren't will be respectfully declined. There are at least two problems with an answer like that, though. The first is that it's just not going to happen in this world. We can talk all we want about how couples should open up to each other, but there's a world of things many if not most couples are not able to do this about and sex is probably at the top of the list. Sex is probably the main thing that people feel insecure about, people in particular like my emailer. I don't know what his sex life with his current wife was like before they got married, but I suspect that there were hints then of the situation leading to his current dissatisfaction. People who can't or won't open up sexually to each other before marriage aren't likely to after they tie the knot. That, more than anything else, is why I think it's silly for people to save themselves for marriage. Those are the kind of people who typically believe that marriage is forever and if that proves to be true for them, an unhappy or unsatisfying sex life with their spouse will make their marriage seem empty and joyless. I've never been married, but I do know what I'm talking about here. I've slept with a lot of dissatisfied husbands and wives who are looking to me for things they weren't getting from their spouses.

Here's the second problem I have with ever giving marital advice or advice on fidelity: I've never been married and when in relationships I've never been faithful. I've never even tried to be faithful and I honestly don't think I ever will. It just doesn't interest me to try it. I, in case this has eluded your notice up to now, like to fuck around. I like to fuck men and women. I like the taste of pussy and cock and I like that all pussies and all cocks taste different, that all cocks inside me and all tongues on my clit feel different. I've been told, many times by many people, that I have an unhealthy obsession with sex. I'll admit that I am obsessed with sex, but I think it's just silly to say that my obsession is unhealthy. To my way of thinking my obsession is no less valid (actually it's far more valid) than the obsessions of other people I know with golf, or snow boarding, or playing softball, or blogging, or any number of other things that people do four, five, seven days a week, every week. And if you're willing to concede to me that me fucking every day is fine, but why can't I do it with the same partner every day, I ask you why can't a golfer play the same course every day, why doesn't a snow boarder go down the same slope every day? Some probably do and if that's all they need, then good for them. Most don't, though. Most want variety and some even travel all over the world to find that variety. I, and most other people, don't have a problem with that. Why do so many people have a problem with me wanting the same kind of variety of experiences in my hobby?

Boldly Going Where No Man Has Gone

Yesterday morning, Kayla's and my weeks-long campaign to expand Ryan's erogenous zone to include his asshole reached a satisfactory conclusion. What began with us licking, then probing, his anus with our tongues and then fingers, then moved on to sharing an olive oil bottle we'd emptied at dinner, proceeded to inserting various buttplugs and small dildos, came to a stunning climax as I fucked him in the ass with my strap-on while Kayla sucked his cock.

The dildo I fucked him with was actually the smallest of the three I have. About 5 1/2" long by an inch or so in diameter, it's the one I fuck Kayla in the ass with. The middle sized one, about 7 1/2" by 1 1/2" is the one I fuck Kayla in the pussy with and the third one, about 9" by 2 1/2", I pretty much only ever use to fuck my friend Karyn in the ass and pussy. Some women don't care about size. Kayla's like that, although she prefers not to have a monster cock in her, particularly in her ass. I often don't care about size, though there are times when I do want a monster cock in me, particularly in my ass. There are times I want two cocks in me, either in my ass or in my pussy and I want at least one of them to be extra large; I want to feel like I'm being stuffed and split open. Karyn always prefers a large cock in her. She also likes to be fisted, both vaginally and anally, by large handed men who will close their fists inside of her, something I can handle, particularly anally, only once in awhile. It's always a great pleasure to watch her fuck, she is so extreme. She is fortunate to have a current boyfriend who, because of his physical attributes and temperament, can satisfy her in these ways.

Anyway, Ryan being an anal virgin (he says nobody else had ever even licked or touched his anus before, though he had inserted a finger in there a time or two), I thought it best to start small. As Kayla and I had proceeded over the weeks through the playthings we had available, a stock we had recently drastically added to, we all discovered that Ryan is quite fond of having things put in his ass, including one butt plug that is about 2" at the base, though he was disappointed that he couldn't get it all the way in. He hadn't been fucked yet, though, and I didn't want to hurt him. I applied a liberal amount of Doc Johnson's to both my latex cock and Ryan's anus and knelt between his legs, with him on his back with his knees up in the air. Kayla knelt beside him, playing with his cock. I entered him slowly and carefully and slowly stroked into him, until after about a minute I was sticking him as far as I could go. By this time, between my fucking his ass and Kayla's licking and stroking his balls and cock, he was rock hard, and she took him fully into her mouth. I suspect they both would have liked to be in a 69, but with me fucking him that didn't seem like it would work out so well. I have been in a 69 on top of a guy being ass fucked by another guy, but it seems to me that guys, having their dicks actually attached to them, have a little more control than I do with my strap-on. His moaning seemed to indicate that he was enjoying himself and it doesn't seem that he made any effort at all to hold back from cumming within a couple of minutes. Kayla then shifted so she was straddling his face, her pussy covering his mouth and nose, as she sat up and we kissed while her mouth was full of his cum. Perhaps we should have shared some with him, but being greedy bitches, and thinking he seemed content with what he was feeding on, we didn't, swallowing it all ourselves. I had still been slowly fucking Ryan as we did this, but now I stopped and as Kayla went down on him again to clean up his cock and lick his ass I walked on my knees to his head so he could lick the dildo. Watching him do so I couldn't help but think how much I would love to see him take another man's cock and cum into his mouth. That's my fantasy, though, not his, and I'm not going to push that, or having him double fuck me with another guy, onto him. I'm really quite content just getting to fuck my brother and girlfriend together. If he ever brings it up, though...

Quick Note of Personal Grooming

A few weeks ago, in the midst of one of our weekend romps, Kayla and I persuaded Ryan to let us do some barbering for him down there. With some trepidation he allowed us to shave his cock and scrotum with a safety razor and trim his bush to about a half inch with an electric razor. Doing his cock and scrotum was easier than we expected because his cock stayed hard for and although we (especially him) were worried about the razor hanging up in the wrinkles of his scrotum and nicking him, the razor glided pretty easily over that too. I'm afraid we may have gone a little too far by using the safety razor to shave the outline of his pubic hair, leaving him with razor rash for a few days down there (sorry Ry), but other than that we're all pleased with the result. Again, especially him. He says he finds himself handling his balls and cock more than before because they're so smooth (something I'm enjoying too. I certainly don't mind sucking on and licking a hairy cock and scrotum, but it is differently enjoyable doing the same things to a smooth clean one) and he likes the feel of the short pubic hair because he says it reminds him now of a woman's trimmed bush.

That reminded me that I've always liked that feel too, so I started letting mine, which has been clean shaved about a year, grow out. I'm now past the stubble stage and have enough there that when I woke this morning I was reminded of something else I like about having a little hair down there. Reaching down and scratching myself I found my pubic hair stiff and crusty with dried cum from last night and I spent a few minutes playing with it, brushing it against the grain, making it bend and snap, then eventually wetting and softening it again with the wetness from my pussy. There was enough cum still in my pussy that as I sit here and feel it again I find that it's again bristly. I could do this all day!

I don't know how I ever forgot how much I enjoy that. One of my pleasures is going down on a guy the morning after we've (or at least he's) fucked the night before and playing with his cum-encrusted pubes, letting them brush against my cheek, chin, nose, and lips, sniffing them, licking and sucking on them, enjoying them as they soften and how the taste and smell changes as they get wet again. Mmmmmm. I'm sorry now, reminding myself what I'm missing, that I didn't spend last night at his place.