("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- More Than Meets The Eye by KTD (address withheld) *** I was young, innocent and a closet gay when I rented a room from a married couple, Dave and Peggy. One day, when I was alone and jerking off naked in my room and didn't hear someone enter... (MM, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal) *** Before I graduated college, I had few sexual experiences with women, none very satisfying. Something was missing in my encounters with the opposite sex. Down deep, much as I fought against it, I suspected I was gay. I also understood I had a strong feminine side. Sometimes when a girl I was dating was out of her dorm room, I would play around with some of her clothes and especially her jewelry. Their wristwatches were my particular fetish. Their stuff always fit me perfectly because I'm of average height and slim build, and I have slender wrists and small hands. I would masturbate when I was wearing their things, and it was better than the actual sex. As I played with myself, my fantasies were always about other men. In my favorite one, I would imagine myself sucking off the large cock of an older, well-muscled top, and then taking his rock-hard tool up my ass. The orgasms I reached while jerking off in these precious moments were stupendous. Alas, my encounters were only fantasies; I was afraid to pursue them. The summer after I graduated from college in 1985, I headed for San Francisco, where I enrolled in a graduate program. The alumni office had given me a lead on a room in a house owned by a married couple, Dave and Peggy, who had both graduated from my college. Peggy was in her mid-30s, attractive, with pretty green eyes and light brown hair cut very short, but she had a certain mannishness about her that would have led me to suspect she was a lesbian had she not been married. (I was pretty naive back then about relationships.) Naturally, I noticed that she had some pretty clothes and expensive jewelry, especially an exquisite Concord watch that she wore to the office. I looked forward to playing with her things if I were ever left alone in the house. But as far as sex objects go, it was Dave who caught my eye and made my cock stiffen. He was fortyish, with sparkling, steel-blue eyes and very short hair receding at his temples. More than his handsome features, though, his body captivated my imagination – about six feet tall (three inches taller than me) and sculpted from hours in the weight room every week. When I met him he was wearing a tank top that showed his perfectly defined muscles to their best advantage. I was a stranger far from home, but his soft voice, with just a trace of a lisp, made me feel comfortable right away. I looked forward to my time around him. I copied his razor hair cut. I wore tight shorts and a tank top, hoping he'd notice my young and eager body. You could say I had a youthful crush on him, and you'd be right. When I jerked off in my room at night, Dave became the man in my fantasies. But I assumed from his marital status that he was straight. Peggy turned out to be a no-nonsense woman. She spoke her mind freely about things and wasn't afraid to inquire into my personal life. At one point, noting my seeming indifference to the opposite sex, she asked me in front of her husband if I was gay. I laughed it off, maybe a bit too hastily. She didn't pursue the matter, though I caught her giving Dave a strange smile. After a couple of weeks it dawned on me that theirs was not a typical marriage. My room was on the far side of the house from their bedroom and the guest room, so most days we saw each other only in the kitchen. Because of an early class, I usually turned in by 10 PM. To my dismay, Dave kept late hours and some nights didn't return at all. Peggy took no notice of his absences. She wasn't alone much anyhow, as one or another of her woman friends always seemed to be visiting. A couple of times I would run into one of them at the breakfast table. I figured it had gotten late and the friend just decided to crash in the guest room. Like I said, I was pretty innocent. I had been living in the house for about a month when Peggy told me on a Friday morning that she was leaving for the weekend for a camping trip with her friend Jackie and that I'd probably be alone for the weekend. To my delight I saw that she wasn't wearing her dress watch. I was horny and ready for some fun. After she left, I went into a nearby sexual novelty shop and bought a couple of raunchy gay porno magazines, a dildo, and a tube of lubricant. Then it was home to live out my dream and claim my own anal virginity. It took but a moment of rummaging through Peggy's jewelry box to find what I wanted. I rushed across the house to my room and shed my clothes in a heap. Out came the skin mags and the toys. Finally I was ready for the final touch, Peggy's lovely watch. My hands trembled with sexual tension as I admired the narrow black leather band and the round, gold-trimmed white face etched with delicate roman numerals. I strapped the supple leather to my wrist and relished the sensation. As I stepped back to admire myself in the mirror, I marveled at how well proportioned this petite timepiece was for my slender arm, so much more appropriate than those clunky watches men have to wear. I squeezed a little lube in my other hand and stroked my stiffening cock to its full 6 inches. Oh, if only Dave were here now, I thought to myself, I would give myself to him in a second. On my bed I spread open a magazine and began to message my cock very gently, so as not to come too soon. I had never seen such pictures before -- men tongue-kissing each other, sucking each other's manhood, down on all fours or on their backs taking stiff cocks in their tight holes. I began to play with my own ass, easing a greased finger in, then another, and slowly moved them in and out past my virgin sphincter. I greased up the dildo with some lubricant and, positioning myself on hands and knees, eased it slowly into my stretched butt-hole. It burned some going in, but once I adjusted to it the fullness was wonderful. I began to slide it in and out slowly, propping myself on my arm so I could see that marvelous watch. As I did this, I imagined myself in the scenes in the magazine but with Dave as my lover, and brought myself several times to the brink of cumming before easing off. So absorbed was I that I did not hear someone entering my room. "Well, well," I heard Dave's voice say, "What do we have here? A cute little twink playing with himself." I froze as he approached the bed. I felt totally humiliated and could find no words. I slid the dildo out of my ass, sat up, and turned toward him, my face red with embarrassment. "Peggy was right. She can spot a fag a mile away." He cupped my chin in his hand and pulled my head up so that I was staring into his blue eyes. With his other arm he gripped my wrist, the one on which I wore Peggy's watch. He continued, "The watch looks very natural on you. You're more feminine than Peggy is, that's for sure." What Dave did next caught me off guard. He let go of me, unzipped his shorts, and pulled out his circumcised cock, already semi-hard and glistening with his pre- cum. "What you need most of all, of course, is a real man." At that instant I sensed that he could do to me whatever he willed, and this realization electrified me. "Suck it!" he ordered, his voice gentle but firm. My moment of truth. I did not hesitate. I reached for his man-meat and slid it into my mouth. I licked the crown, swirling my tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. Dave pushed his rod deeper toward my throat until I started to gag. "Don't worry," he reassured me. "You'll get used to the feeling. Practice makes perfect." From the corner of my eye, I could see myself in the mirror, and as I grasped Dave's ass cheeks I admired Peggy's watch on my wrist. It all seemed so perfect! To my delight, Dave's cock kept swelling as I pleasured him, and it was longer and thicker than either mine or the dildo I had been toying with. I licked the underside of his shaft and then gently sucked on each of his hairy balls. His moans told me I was doing something right. Dave directed me to lie down on the bed. Then he stripped before me. I let my eyes roam over his magnificent body – his thick forearms and powerful biceps; his hairy chest and tight abs, his incredible, taut thighs. And then he was on top of me and his thick lips met mine. I had never felt anything so hot in my life. Our tongues dueled, his gradually forcing its way into my eager mouth, and I submitted completely to his male strength. Dave's weight felt wonderful on top of me as our dicks rubbed together. When he bit my neck and ears, I ran my fingers through his short hair, pausing now and again to look at the pretty watch. "I want you to know something, Dave," I said softly. "From the moment I met you I wanted you to be the first." He looked at me, kissed me passionately again, and responded, "So, you're a cherry boy." I nodded. He smiled and continued, "Well, we can't let that continue now, can we?" We both laughed. Then we resumed kissing, his tongue invading my mouth again. I felt my heat rising and thought my cock would explode. I knew what I needed. "Take me," I gasped. "I want to feel you inside me, now!" Dave positioned me on all fours and put some more lube on my butt-hole, working it in with one, two, and finally three fingers. "That dildo stretched you pretty good," he commented, "so this shouldn't hurt. Just remember to relax and breathe." He paused to slide a rubber over his dick. The next thing I knew his cock was up against my heaven's gate. I felt myself open to his gentle pressure. There was a slight burning sensation that soon gave way to sheer, animal pleasure. Very slowly he entered me, waiting until I relaxed enough to accommodate him. I felt a wonderful fullness and little shots of pleasure radiating from my ass. All the while he whispered sweet obscenities into my ear. "You are so tight, it's incredible... your ass was made for my cock." I loved his words, and I loved it even more when he bent forward over my shoulder so we could exchange wild kisses. In just a couple of minutes I had taken him up to the hilt, and I felt a surge of pride. The thought flashed through my mind, even as the lust drove me wild, So this is what it feels like to be penetrated, to be a fuck-hole for a man's hard cock. God, I love it. This is what I've always needed. Dave's rutting noises told me he shared my ecstasy. He placed his hands on my hips and began thrusting, slowly at first and then with increasing urgency. His raw, masculine power collapsed my arms and drove me forward on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows and slid them under my belly and my dick, so my ass would be at a good angle. Then he started to pound into me in long thrusts. I reached forward to brace myself against the headboard and noticed my pretty watch again. I became aware of high-pitched moans and realized the voice was my own, as Dave's in-strokes drove gasps from my throat. The pressure in my cock, as it rubbed on the pillows, built past the point of no return. "I'm cumming," I grunted, "Oh! OH! OHHHH!" My jism erupted onto the pillows and the sheets. I seemed to float outside my body. Dave paused and gently kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck. Then he withdrew, leaving a void in place of the fullness I had been enjoying. I looked at him quizzically. "Turn over onto your back. Take it facing me, like a girl would." I remembered suddenly that he wasn't finished – how different from sex with a woman, when my orgasm always signaled the end of the event. I liked this better, too, because now I could focus on my lover's pleasure. I flipped over, slid two pillows beneath my hips to give him the proper angle, and tucked my legs up to my chest. Dave penetrated me again and the sensations were beyond anything I had ever felt. I couldn't believe his man- meat could reach so deep into my back passage. I rested my legs on his strong shoulders and let him take his pleasure. For the first time I realized what it was like to let my sex partner set the pace; I could only go along. He moved in a steady thrusting motion, and I could see from his facial expression how much he was enjoying his conquest. He called me his little faggot and said other things that I liked. My cock stiffened again. How could that happen so soon? I pinched his nipples, ran my hands through his chest hair, and scratched his ass cheeks and powerful thighs. Peggy's Concord watch looked so feminine against my skin as I maneuvered my hands to tease and excite my lover. He leaned down and we shared a kiss of pure passion. I'm gay, I thought, and I love it. Dave began bucking in and out, his climax beckoning. Wanting to bring me off with him, he started to pump my cock with a firm grip, applying just the right pressure at the base. I used my firm fingertips to stroke his abdomen near the base of his cock, seeking to draw out his cum. This drove him past the point of no return. He seemed to swell even larger within my ass until, with a final jab, he exploded, plunging frantically in and out, his balls smacking loudly against my ass cheeks as I griped his forearms and held on for dear life. One last time I saw the lovely watch I was wearing. His orgasm sent me over the edge again. I erupted moments later, shooting endless wads of cum across my belly and chest. Dave scooped it up with his fingers and let me lick them clean, kissing me softly to share the taste. As we lay together in afterglow, Dave's body atop mine, I asked him about his sexual preferences – whether he was really straight or bi or what. He told me he was strictly a man's man and always had been. "What about Peggy?" I asked, still not quite understanding the picture. He laughed at my innocence. "Can't you recognize a dyke when you meet one?" he replied. "She's a lesbian. We married as a cover – it helps each of us in our careers and with our families. Otherwise, we're simply friends. Those women you see around the house in the morning are her lovers." Life became a lot simpler after that. Dave was a regular visitor to my bedroom for as long as I lived there. At first he brought me Peggy's watch to play with, but after a while I realized I didn't need it to express my feminine side. Eventually I moved out and set up house with a new male partner, but every now and then Dave and I get together to replay that first time. He is still hot! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 39