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I am always on the Net cruising for dick. I recognize new profiles on the site immediately. One can set one's watch by the times the regulars come on-line. This new guy described himself as bi-curious into masc. built guys, no fats/no fems, blah blah blah. I sent him a personal message and he sent me his e-mail address. I sent him a few recent pics and my cell. He called. The first thing he asked was if I had G. (Of course I had G.) His voice was so nervous; he was young, 28. He had been married about a year. He asked if I were a top. (Of course I'm a top.) I assured him, "I'm not versatile." Then, he told me that his wife convinced him to call. It seemed she was looking for a third. "I just....she wants....would you...?" He couldn't finish. I reassured him that I had been married and was now divorced, so I understood his confusion. "I have been with many women and men. I'd be happy to talk to your wife; put her on." She was very business-like, but she was thrilled to find a top because she wanted to watch her husband get fucked. She arranged for me to meet them that night. I drove from the city up to an affluent part of one of our city's northern suburbs, known for its young sub-urban professionals. We met in a pre-arranged location in the parking lot of a prominant bank. I followed them home. He looked 28, really younger. He was gorgeous with a swimmer's build and had obviously been athletic while in school. She was a little on the heavy side. They had married, having been friends in a small town south of the city in high school and reuniting after college. I took him for a closet fag who couldn't come out, either to his frat brothers or himself. At home, she made it clear she would be in control. She may disrobe, but the action would be between me and him. She made him take all of his clothes off until he was completely nude. She stood him in the corner of the room, his tall frame stark against the bare walls. He obviously felt vulnerable because he covered his genitals with his large hands, which she quickly corrected. She said this was their first time doing anything like this; I wondered. She instructed me to disrobe, one article of clothing at a time. By the time I was in my boxers, his long dick was stiff as a board. Because of his obviously distressed state, by the time I was nude I was stiff as a board, and he had pre-cum roping to his inner thigh. (He wasn't allowed to touch himself.) She sat cross-legged on the bed and had him rest his head in her lap (with his ass up in the air). His balls hung down low, and his stiff cock nearly touched his stomach. I wondered how many times he had a dick up his ass (or at least her strap-on). I fucked him without a condom, slowly at first, then faster as she commanded. She stroked his thick hair and asked him how he liked being fucked. "How do you like that cock up your ass? Do you like being fucked like a woman? Do you like being fucked like you try to fuck me? I haven't wanted your shit since you told me about sucking Brad's cock. Smell that pussy, honey, 'cause you'll never fuck it again. I'll have real men over to fuck me. You'll only get to suck their cum out of my pussy." I was so turned on by what she said to him, how she talked to him like shit. I just watched her with my jaw open. The hairy triangle above his ass-crack started bucking against my every stroke. Soon I had to cum. She yelled at him to turn over. I shot all over his face, half-way across the bed. He, however, still wasn't allowed to touch himself, and his hard penis leaked pre-cum into his navel. As I stared into the eyes of this guy, a fellow male, he stood up and walked quickly out of the room. I was concerned, and after I dressed I asked about him. She was dismissive. "He used to suck his best friend's dick in college; he decided not to tell me that he's a faggot until after we were married. "He wants kids, but I'm only having one. I told him that I'm not having a kid until he agrees to let me cut his balls out afterwards. I mean it, too! It took him forever to agree to an encounter like this, so I won't be pregnant for a while, which is fine with me. In the mean time, he's not going to fuck me, and he better not fuck anybody else. I told him he better hope the baby's a girl, or I'm cutting off the dick he fucked me with, and then castrating his fag ass!" It took me a long time to stop thinking about this guy and the fix he had gotten himself into. Then, one sunny afternoon about a year later he called me. I didn't know who he was at first; he was sobbing. All the sun drained out of the sky as he told me darkly about how his wife had become pregnant a few months after we met. She had gone into labor yesterday at their home. She had arranged for a female friend of hers to assist during the birth. As the laborious waiting began, the midwife had turned her attention to him with several pain pills. He was made to sit in hot water and shave his pubes as the contractions increased. The midwife had made him pull his balls down while she applied four bands around the base of his scrotum. "I can't feel them now," he whispered to me on the phone, "and they're cold. It's no use now trying to get these bands off." When the baby had finally been delivered, it was a boy. He told me, "She held our son and made me find his testicles in his sac. He was crying. I just wanted to love him, to have time to figure out what parts of his face looked like mine, this new little person. I wanted her to love him, too." I imagined the man rolling the newborn's scrotal sac between his thick fingers to find the testicles inside. Then he floored me. "She made me pinch the one I found until it was flat. He cried so hard after the first one, I couldn't....He would have been perfect!" The midwife crushed his son's last testicle. Again, my jaw was hanging open at the man's confession. When I tried to speak, he cut me off. "I can't talk," and he hung up on me. I wondered if she had already cut the man's dick off. |