Every Man is a Little Bit Gay

For a moment there was a pause. All three of us knew this was some sort of defining moment.

"And how does Andy feel about this?" David asked eventually, looking straight at me. I guessed from his lack of surprise that Trish must have laid some of the groundwork and this hadn't come as a complete bolt out of the blue. Even so he was checking to make sure. If I was going to back out this would be the time to do it. There was a brief but intense battle between my curiosity and my nervousness; curiosity won.

"If Miss Trish orders it to be so," I replied, my heart going nineteen to the dozen.

"So it's 'Miss Trish' now, is it?" David asked.

"Once she gets the cuffs out, it is." I said with a weak laugh.

"Well, if that's the way it is around here," he turned back to Trish, "how could I possibly refuse such a generous proposition. Thank you, I would be delighted to take you up on your offer of a blow job from Andy."

"You're more than welcome," Trish replied. "And there's no time like the present. David, I feel that you're a wee bit overdressed. Come along now."

This was it; this was the moment it all got real. My heart was pounding and a million butterflies were doing the Macarena in my stomach. If I didn't back out now then I was committing myself to... to.... I glanced up at Trish who smiled back at me. She had a glint in her eyes. I could see how excited this was making her.

"The safe word is 'strawberry'," I said quietly.

"That's right," Trish confirmed, nodding gently. "Strawberry, now stand up and get undressed."

I don't think I could have done it if Trish hadn't 'ordered' me to do so but, with her dangling the wrist cuffs in front of me, we were straight into the role play and I 'had no choice'. I guess this was the get out that I needed. My dithering and indecisiveness was now moot; Trish had made the decision and my job was to 'obey'. Still shaking I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt with both Trish and David watching intently.

Once my shirt was off Trish held out her hand so I passed it over and she folded it and put it on the table in front of her Then I reached down and slipped off my shoes and socks. She held out her hand for those as well which reinforced the feeling that I was some sort of naughty child who was undressing to order. I handed them over and fumbled with the button at the waistband of my trousers. I was all fingers and thumbs so it seemed to take forever. Finally I managed it and I undid my fly and pushed my trousers and boxers to the floor. I stepped out of them, picked them up, passed them to Trish and finally stood there naked.

David who had been silent the whole time, looked me up and down which just made me feel more exposed. He smiled at me as if he appreciated what he was looking at.

Trish shook out my trousers, folded them and put them on the pile with the rest of my clothes. Then she stood up and came up behind me, taking my arms and positioning them behind my back. As she fastened the cuffs I began to appreciate how they were superior to handcuffs. There were no sharp edges to dig in and they could be done up quite tightly without any discomfort. She checked that the cuffs were secure and I felt that frisson that comes with the loss of liberty. She guided me across the room to stand in front of David. With my hands behind my back there was nothing I could do to protect my modesty and my prick was very much on display. Already I could feel it starting to grow.

"Stand up straight, Andy, let David see what he's getting. That's better. Now do a twirl so David can get a good look." I did as I was told and, as I was getting into the mood of the game, I tried to make myself look sexy. When I had turned all the way around Trish stopped me and held me facing David. "How about this?" she asked as she reached down and took my prick in her hand. I was now being wanked in front of another man which added to the frisson and, after a couple of strokes, she had me standing tall and proud. "Do you like what you see? How does his prick compare with the other boys?" Trish asked.

"He is quite nicely built, not bad at all. May I have a go?" David sat up and reached out towards me.

"Be my guest," Trish replied, nudging me forward and, for the first time, another man touched my prick.

If Trish wanking me had been thrilling then this was doubly so. I mean, all he was doing was stroking it gently up and down but it felt like the best wank ever and I just wanted him to go harder and faster. I couldn't help but push my hips towards him.

"Careful, you don't want to over excite him," Trish said, spotting how worked up I was getting.

"He does seem to be enjoying it a little too much," David replied, slowing down but not stopping. "It just goes to prove my point, however straight they are on the outside, every man is a little bit gay."

"More than a little bit by the looks of things," she laughed before turning to me. "Well, boy, do you like having another man stroke your prick?"

"Yes. Yes, Miss," I said softly.

"And what about blow jobs? Would you like to suck David's prick for him?"

"Yes, please, Miss," I replied. In role this was the only possible reply. The 'real me' was a little less sure of things.

"On your knees, then," Trish ordered.

David let go of my prick and I got down on my knees in front of him.

"Right here?" David asked Trish.

"Why not?" Trish replied. She perched on the arm of the chair next to him so as to be able to watch.

David undid his trousers and, with a bit of shuffling around in the armchair, pushed them down to the top of his thighs. It turned out I wasn't the only one with a hard prick and I could see that, without being enormous, David was pretty well endowed. For a moment my nerve failed me and I just knelt and stared.

"Go on," Trish urged, "you know you want to."

All my nerves, all my reservations, came to the fore. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to take another man's prick in my mouth? I had no practical objections, after all, Trish would quite happily give me blow jobs, how was this so different? However, whatever the logic might say, emotionally this was a whole new ball game. Could I really, I mean, really...?

And then I did. I leant forward and gently kissed the top of his glans. Oh, god! I'm actually doing it, I really am sucking another man's prick, well, kissing it really, but it comes to the same thing. It tasted weird, not bad but weird. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, trying to get more of the taste. Any revulsion I might have felt was gone, replaced by a fascination and, whisper it quietly, sexual excitement. I was really doing this, it was no longer a day dream, this was the real thing. Oh, I wasn't going to come or anything but the whole scenario was a massive turn on and my erection was as strong as ever.

But all this kissing and licking was just a way of putting off what I was really there for. I knew what worked best for me so it made sense to do it to him. Leaning further forward I opened my mouth and, for the first time, took another man's prick deep inside my mouth. I couldn't take too much. I was at the wrong angle to deep throat or anything like that, and I'm not sure I could if I wanted to, but I took maybe the top two inches and, bobbing my head back and forth, ran my lips up and down his shaft.

But that wasn't enough. Now that I had crossed the Rubicon I wanted more, much more. Each time I bobbed down I tried to go a little further. I wanted to feel every inch, I wanted every bit of his big fat prick filling my mouth. Maybe it was because of the role play, maybe it was because my arms were cuffed behind my back, but I was revelling in my submissive side and I wanted to be used by him.

"God! He's really getting off on it!" Trish exclaimed. "How's he doing? Is he any good?"

"Not bad, not bad for a beginner," David replied. "But I may have to take control a bit."

"Whatever you want," Trish replied. "He's there to please you, not the other way around."

David placed one hand either side of my head and started to thrust with his hips, pushing his prick into my mouth. Now he had taken over, he was in command and I really was just a vessel to be used. And this, for me, just added to the thrill. I had no say in things, no control. Trish had offered my services without my say so and David was now making use of it as he wished. And using it he was. This was no longer a blow job; he was fucking my mouth and I loved it. His thrusts were harder, sharper, faster, banging against the back of my throat.

"Does he... does he... does he swallow?" David asked, rather breathlessly.

"Oh, yes. He swallows. Every drop," Trish replied and, from the tone of her voice, I could tell she was loving every minute of this.

And that implicit permission was all that David needed. His thrusting came to a climax and so did he. Even though I knew what was coming it was still a bit of a shock as, suddenly, my mouth was full of his come and, like the depraved slut I had become, I swallowed it all down. I'm not normally some sort of submissive wimp, nor do I wish to become one, but right there, right then, deep into the role, I loved being used in this way. I loved the feel of him shooting his jizm into the back of my throat and the taste as the thick liquid filled my mouth. I didn't need to be told to swallow; in role I had no other choice. Finally, completely spent, David slumped back exhausted. He might have been finished but I wasn't. I kept his prick in my mouth, enjoying his erection, using my tongue to gently play with it as the passion subsided.

There was a pause, a silence, as the three of us took in what had just happened.

"Well, after all that, I don't know about you but I could do with another glass of wine," Trish said after a while.

"Er, yes, thank you," David replied.

As I still had my mouth full I said nothing. Trish slipped off the arm of the chair, picked up the bottle, poured out three glasses, one of which she passed on to David, leaving the other two on the table.

"Andy, stop nuzzling David's prick and come over here next to me," she said as she sat down in the armchair. I started to stand up but she shook her head so I stayed on my knees as I shuffled over and knelt next to her feet. She reached for one of the glasses of wine and let me have a big slurp. Then she put the glass back on the table and sat back, her fingers messing with my hair as she cuddled my head against her thighs.

"I do hope you found Andy completely satisfactory," Trish asked David as if I were some sort of kitchen appliance that she had loaned him and, I guess, in a way, this was what made this scene work. As long as ordering me to give David a blow job had no more emotional involvement than lending him the food mixer then no one got hurt.

"Oh, yes. More enthusiasm than finesse but most enjoyable," David replied, putting away his prick and pulling up his trousers.

"Well, he certainly seemed to enjoy it. Look at him! Even now he's still got a bit of a stiffy. Who'd have thought that he get off so much on sucking another man's prick. It makes you wonder what else he's secretly into."

"Judging by the way you're keeping him bound and naked it looks a lot like that's something you want to find out," David laughed. "What is this? Did Andy lose some kind of bet or something?"

"Hey, you started it!" Trish protested. "You're the one who insisted that Andy had gay fantasies. All we're doing is finding out just how deep those fantasies go."

"And how far do they go?"

"We don't know -- yet," Trish replied.

"And what about you? What do you get out of it?"

"Oh, I get to watch," Trish said, grinning from ear to ear.

"So this is all about your voyeuristic tendencies," David asked.

"That's part of it," Trish admitted.

"Well, seeing as everyone is getting off on it, where's the harm. So, 'Miss', you seem to be in control. What do you want to watch next?"

"What do I want to watch? I'll tell you what I want. I want to watch you fuck him. I want to watch you fuck his arse. I want to watch you push your big hard prick right the way up his bum hole!" The naked lust was clear in her voice.

"Wow! And that turns you on?" David queried.

"Oh yes!" Trish replied. "Do you think you can manage it so soon after coming in his mouth."

"With Andy's virgin arse on offer, I don't think I'll have too many problems," David boasted but, as he did so he was looking at me and, in particular, at the way my prick was still quite hard. There was just a flicker of an 'OK?' across his lips and, in return, I gave him a slight nod.

"There's just one thing, though," David continued, "We could do it right here but I think this might be easier if we were to relocate to the bedroom."

"I've got no problems with that," Trish replied getting to her feet. "Why don't you follow me upstairs? Come along, Andy."

With a sway of her hips she led the way upstairs to the bedroom.

When we got there Trish unfastened the cuffs, refastened them with my hands in front of me and ordered me to lie down on the bed with my arms over my head.

"How do you want him, face up or face down?" Trish asked.

"Hmm... If you want to watch then face up might be best," David replied.

Somewhat to my surprise Trish had obviously been getting organised before hand. She opened her bedside drawer and fetched out a short length of chain with a padlock at each end. She locked one end to the link between the wrist cuffs, the other she looped around one of the vertical bars in our brass bedstead before it too was locked off. Then she arranged me with my legs apart and, for good measure, gave my prick a couple of strokes to bring me back to full hardness.

"There, doesn't he look pretty," she joked. "All chained up and ready for you."

"Very pretty, I don't suppose he's ever done anal before, has he?" David asked.

"No, this is a first," Trish replied.

"Then I can't just go barging in. We need to open him up a bit. Prepare his anus for fucking. Do you have anything in the way of vibrators?"

Trish went back to her bedside drawer and fetched out her collection of three. There was a one in the 'rabbit' style, one a smooth chrome and plastic bullet and one pretty much the same shape and size of my own prick, well, maybe a little larger.

"That one will do nicely," he said picking the prick shaped one. "What about lube?"

"Guess what I picked up, just in case," Trish replied. She put the other two vibrators back to the drawer and took out a tube of lubricant and handed it to David.

"Perfect! You are well prepared. You must have been a girl guide," he joked. "The only thing we need now is a couple of towels. Well, that's unless you fancy washing all your bedding afterwards."

"Gotcha," Trish said as she disappeared off in the direction of the bathroom.

While she was gone David sat on the edge of the bed, looked me straight in the eye and reached for my prick.

"And how are we doing?" he asked as his stroking caused my prick to just get harder and harder. "Are you ready to have your cherry plucked? Feeling nervous?"

I didn't say a word but looked back at him and smiled uneasily. Of course I was nervous but that was just part of the mix of emotions roiling within me. I mean, if you're chained to the bed stark naked with another man wanking you off prior to fucking you up the arse you're bound to be nervous, aren't you. On the other hand, for all my nerves, it was the thought that another man was about to fuck me up the arse that was helping to make my prick so hard and the feeling of his wanking me was something rather special. So special that I couldn't suppress a groan and, at that moment, Trish returned with a couple of towels.

"Don't get him too worked up," she said. "He only gets to come as a reward if he's a good boy, not before."

"Yeah, but the more turned on he is the more relaxed he'll be and the easier it will be for everyone. Hey, why don't you take over while I get busy with the lube?"

Trish handed David the towels and went round and sat on the other side of the bed. While she took over from David at stroking my prick he got off the bed and went round to get on again at the bottom. He positioned my legs with my feet still apart and my knees bent so, importantly, he could get at my backside. He folded up one of the towels and slipped it under my buttocks. Then he took the lube and squeezed out a generous portion just below my balls. I could feel it dripping down the crack between my arse cheeks until he reached in with a finger, scooped it up and spread it around my bum hole. The tip of his finger was pushing, pushing harder, right on the edge of breaking through. And then, suddenly, he wasn't outside any more, his finger was inside me, getting me as slippery in there as I was outside.

"Oh my god, you're sticking your finger up his bum!" Trish, who had been watching closely, exclaimed. "Go on, shove it right in."

"One moment, I need more lube," David said. He removed his finger and squeezed out another dollop of lube along it. Then he returned to my bum hole and slipped it back in, all the way in. He pushed and rotated his finger, spreading the lube around inside me.

"That's about as much as I can do with my finger," David commented as he withdrew. "Let's see how well he does with the vibrator."

David reached for the prick shaped vibrator. He smothered it with lube before lining it up and I could feel him using the end of it to play with my bum hole. Unlike his finger this wasn't going to just slip straight in. I could feel myself starting to panic. David must have sensed this.

"OK, Andy, I'll go nice and slowly. Try to relax. The more you relax the easier this will be. Are you ready?" he said gently. I glanced at Trish who, eyes bright with amazement, was transfixed by what was going on between my thighs. I couldn't say no, I really couldn't so, nervously I nodded assent.

And then he started pushing, pushing and twisting. The tip of the vibrator found my entrance and started to open it up. He'd told me to relax but how could I? Whether I wanted to or not, I could feel myself tensing, trying to lock him out. His finger had been easy but this, this was far bigger, far wider, far fatter, far.... Oh my god! It was inside me, stretching me open, and I couldn't help myself but give out a massive groan. I knew he was being gentle but it felt like nothing on earth. I gripped the bars of the bedstead, trying to come to terms with the invader. How did it feel? I really didn't know the answer to that. There were so many conflicting emotions. It felt enormous, it felt impossible, it felt incredible.

And then it was gone again. David had taken it out and was, once again, smothering it with lube. This time, when it came to putting it back in me, there was less hesitation, this time it just seemed to slide straight back in, this time he started fucking me with it, easing it back and forth but with each push, he was going deeper.

But by now it wasn't just him pushing that was driving the vibrator further inside me. As much as he was pushing, I was also pushing back. Now that the worst was over, now that it was actually inside me, I wanted to feel it all, I wanted to see how much I could take. This, of course, was not lost on Trish.

"Look at the randy little sod; he's loving this, isn't he?"

"I told you, every man has a bit of gay inside him."

"What he's got inside him is my vibrator, quite a lot of my vibrator," Trish replied. "I can't wait to see you inside him. I want to see your prick, not a vibrator, shoved up his jacksie."

"And so you shall, my dear, and so you shall. He's pretty much ready anyway. Hold the vibrator for me, will you? I need to get undressed, I don't want lube all over my clothes."

Trish reached down and took hold of the end of the vibrator and continued to move it back and forth inside me. Meanwhile David got up off the bed, wiped his hands on the spare towel and started to take his clothes off. I watched intently. I didn't believe I could find the sight of another man sexy but he is good looking and, with Trish still sliding the vibrator in and out of my bum hole, I'll admit that he did look good. He spotted me watching and gave me a bit of a show. He was already pretty hard and he stroked himself in front of me. But then, with him now naked, it was time to get down to business. He got back on the bed and knelt between my knees. Then he took my ankles and lifted them up so that my legs formed a vertical 'V'.