Nocturnal Admissions

From: Jonathan Asche

Picture: Kent

Published in: Playguy, December 2002

You *can't* be straight--your butt's too good!
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I rolled over for the umpteenth time since I'd gone to bed an hour ago. The glowing numbers on the VCR clock confirmed how much time had passed. It was now 1:08 A.M.

There were many possible causes for my insomnia. Last weekend I'd been thrown out of my house, which would, after the inevitable divorce proceedings, be owned by the shrieking harpy I'd once shared it with. She also stood to walk away with the house's contents, one of the cars (probably the SUV) and a sizable chunk of my yearly income. Yet she was the one who went on and on about how much she was being hurt.

Hal's sofa wasn't exactly the sleeping arrangement I'd been hoping for, either. I knew Hal from work, but I didn't know him all that well. The reason I'd hit him up for a place to stay was he did not know my wife and therefore couldn't take her side, and I knew he had a two-bedroom condo all to himself. Except he didn't have it to himself. "Uh, sure," he said when I asked if I could stay for a few days. "But, um, well ... my son is home for semester break so he has the other bedroom. You'd have to sleep on the couch."

*Well, losers can't be choosers*, I reasoned.

The real source of my insomnia, though, was a hard-on more persistent than a door-to-door salesman. Naturally, I could just jack off, except I was in the center of someone else's living room. And even though Hal and his son were both asleep, there was always the chance that Hal might leave his bedroom upstairs to get a glass of water, or his son, Jess, whose bedroom was off the living room, might hear me let out an involuntary grunt and step out to see what was going on. There was just no assurance of privacy. Then again, what's being discovered masturbating when your wife's already caught you getting sucked off by a cater-waiter at her boss's barbecue? I decided, much to my cock's relief, that a little pud-pounding in the middle of my host's living room was worth possible embarrassment. (Yes, I know I could've gone into the bathroom, but jacking off while sitting on a toilet made me think of my marriage.)

So I got my little bottle of lube--the one I'd bought for business trips--out of my suitcase, sat up on the sofa, pulled my cock through the fly of my boxers and started greasing it up. I closed my eyes, my mind becoming lost in fantasy as I stroked my throbbing schlong. I got so lost, in fact, that I didn't realize that one of my fantasy objects had entered the room. When I opened my eyes I saw Jess standing at the far end of the living room, staring at me. What were the odds?

I moved so quickly to cover up, it's amazing I didn't disrupt the space-time continuum. "Sorry," Jess said. This should've been the moment when he, presumably as embarrassed as I, ducked back into his bedroom. Instead, he started walking toward me. Worse, he turned on a lamp. What the hell was he thinking? I mean, if he'd walked in on me using the bathroom would he stay and chat?

As annoyed as I was with having my now-crimson face illuminated, I did appreciate being able to see Jess. Now, I'll admit I was a bit put out when Hal told me I'd have to sleep on the couch while his nineteen-year-old son got the condo's only other bed. But after seeing Jess, I didn't mind this sacrifice so much. Jess was, quite simply, fucking hot! When I first met him, he told me he was majoring in "communications," though he looked like he spent more time at the gym than in class, with every muscle perfectly toned, the striations almost visible beneath his tan skin. His navel was pierced and he had a tribal band tattoo circling one of his meaty biceps (interestingly, his father had a similar tattoo). Jess, like his father, was quite handsome, though he looked nothing like Hal. I assumed he favored his mother's side.

Jess moved closer. He was wearing his standard leisure-wear--that is, a pair of boxer briefs. That's one thing I've got to say about Hal and his son: neither liked to wear a lot of clothes around the house. This fact sent me into heaven and plunged me into hell simultaneously. The heaven part is obvious. But I'm closeted and they're heterosexual. The hellish part was trying to keep my eyes focused on their faces lest Hal caught me ogling his crotch or Jess saw me looking at his ass. Now, of course, under the guise of looking at the floor in shame, I got a good eyeful of the bulge between Jess's legs. Not much left to the imagination. The swell of his cock and balls were easy to see beneath the cotton fabric, especially since he was semi-hard. Wait a minute: *Jess was getting hard? From watching me?* I wondered.

When caught in a compromising position, there's really no right thing to say. You won't find anything in those etiquette books about what to do if caught masturbating in your friend's living room. *This isn't what it looks like* seems to be a popular line, but not an effective one. I certainly know this now. I tried to be casual. "This is so embarrassing," I chuckled nervously, arranging the blanket I pulled over my lap.

"S'okay," Jess said. "It's no big deal." Though he was awfully young, he was dealing with the situation much better than my soon-to-be-ex-wife would have. I chanced looking up at him. He had an odd smile on his face, almost ... seductive. "So, what were you thinking about?" Jess asked.

The color drained from my face. "W-w-what?" Was this inappropriate questioning the product of some New Age parenting technique? And wasn't that bulge in Jess's underwear getting bigger? He moved closer, so close that our knees touched. His crotch was directly in front of my nose and, yes, he had a full hard-on. "You thinking about this?" Jess asked, grabbing his boner and squeezing it. For a guy who was just nineteen, he sure was direct. I started stammering, making indistinct sounds while my mind searched for an appropriate answer.

"You want to suck it?" he asked. It required a simple yes or no. Yet it wasn't that black and white for me. Yes, I wanted to suck it, but ... well, maybe blowing your friend's son isn't a good idea, though I couldn't give a specific reason as to why.

Instead I said, "H-how'd you know?"

"Straight guys wouldn't stare at my ass as much as you do."

So I wasn't as sneaky as I thought.

"But your dad might ..."

Jess snorted. "My dad?" Then, more seriously: "Yeah. We'll just be quiet, that's all."

I thought about suggesting we move things to his bedroom. But deciding it was best to strike while the iron's hot, I reached for the waistband of Jess's boxer briefs and yanked them down with one quick pull. Jess's dick sprung forward. His cock was so amazing I had to take a moment to admire it. It was as close-to-perfect a penis as I'd ever seen: about eight inches long, thick and uncut, though the foreskin had rolled back to reveal the plump, rosy crown. His cock was so fascinating, you'd want to suck him off, and then, once done, you'd want to just stare at his dick until it was ready for your mouth again.

But we didn't have all night, so I immediately went to work on Jess's rod. Admittedly I'm a little shy about giving head because, being confined to "heterosexual" circumstances as I was for so many years, I didn't get nearly as much practice as I would've liked. Also, Jess clearly had more experience than I, and I was afraid I might disappoint him. I took hold of his cock--it felt so substantial in my hand--and brought my mouth to it, letting my tongue flutter around the head and tasting his salty pre-cum. One of his hands cupped the back of my head. "Go on--suck it," he commanded.

I opened wide and took Jess's cock into my mouth very slowly. I cradled his cock-head in my tongue, circling its smooth contours. Then I eased his dick deeper into my mouth, managing to take just over four of those eight inches before breathing became an issue. My lips traveled up and down the top half of his dick while my tongue lapped at the crown and pulsing shaft. As I slurped on his cock, my hand stroked it.

If Jess noticed my lack of experience, he didn't let on. In fact, judging his reaction, I was a better cock-sucker than I thought--at least when I was sucking him. "Oh, yeah, man," he hissed, pushing his hips forward. "Suck on it!"

No longer concerned with covering myself, I pulled the blanket off my lap to expose my hard cock. I began to pull at my dick as I sucked and stroked Jess's, mindful not to get too carried away--I was so horny that any increase in speed and pressure and I'd be gushing all over the floor.

I moved down to Jess's balls, swabbing them with my tongue while I continued to stroke his cock. He moaned a bit too loudly for my comfort. I wanted to scold him but that would mean taking my mouth away from his delectable low-hangers.

Jess suddenly climbed onto the sofa, straddling my body. His underwear, still around his thighs, made an ominous ripping sound as his spread legs strained the seams. Jess seemed not the least concerned that he was destroying a pair of thirty-dollar designer drawers. He rubbed his drooling cock against my face. His fingers combed through my short, black hair. My hands went to his ass, fondling those two firm globes so delicately that my fingers barely touched his skin, just gliding over the silky down that covered his butt.

Hal's son had no patience for such a sensual approach. Jess slid down to my lap, his underwear finally giving up the fight and tearing open on the left leg. My cock was sandwiched between his butt cheeks, tickled by the curly hairs sprouting from his ass crack. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. This surprised me. A kiss seemed a bit romantic for him, but who am I to complain? I responded in kind, sliding my tongue between his lips.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, moving to my left ear. He teased my earlobe with his tongue, then traced the grooves of my outer ear. "I want you to eat my ass," he panted. "Then I want you to fuck me. Then--" He paused, breathing heavily. "--just before you cum I want you to pull out and shoot it all over my face!"

Just hearing this made my cock jump. I was afraid Jess might have to settle for the last item on his sexual list. There was no way I could eat his ass and tuck him without blowing my load in the process.

But then something happened that immediately cleared my lusty delirium. An upstairs light came on. "What's going on down there?" Hal called from upstairs. My blood turned to ice water; my cock turned to overcooked spaghetti. Apparently, I just couldn't mess around with another guy without someone walking in on me.

I practically threw Jess off my lap. He nearly landed on his ass, but recovered quickly, if not too gracefully. Once again, I frantically covered myself with the blanket. You'd expect Jess to scurry to his room. Instead, he just stayed there, didn't even bother to cover up. In fact, he stepped out of his ripped underwear and stood with his dick just trembling in the wind, like we had nothing in the world to worry about. His naked presence, I thought, would not help our cause.

"Jess!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "Get the fuck outta here!" Just as I said that, though, Hal was descending the staircase, tying a red kimono around his waist.

"What are you guys up to?" he asked, then stopped in his tracks. He looked over at Jess, standing naked in the living room, then at me, clutching a blanket to my crotch and my face turning six different shades of purple. Didn't take much brainpower to figure out what was going on.

Hal moved toward his son. Jess said to him: "You owe me twenty bucks."

"That right?" Hal chuckled.

What Hal did next caused my jaw to hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around Jess, and kissed him--and it wasn't a fatherly kind of peck on the cheek, either. Tongues were exchanged. Worse, Hal's hand moved down to Jess's thick cock. Okay, I'm a liberal sort of guy, but this was too much for me. I was so stunned I couldn't speak. I just stared, wide-eyed. Making matters worse, much as I didn't want it too, the scene sort of excited me.

Hal and Jess stopped making out long enough to look over at me. "What's wrong with you?" Hal asked, like I was the one with the problem.

"What's ... wrong? He's ... your son!" I was speaking like I had emphysema. The two had a hearty laugh over that one.

"Apparently Jess was so busy waving his boner at you, he didn't tell you," Hal said.

"Tell me what?"

"I don't have a son. Jess is my boyfriend. I wanted to help you out because in the past I've been in the same situation, but I'm not out at work. So I said Jess was my son."

"Wasn't that clever," Jess said. "I was against the idea. Then once you got here I thought, 'Well, at least he's cute.' I also figured out you were family, but Hal didn't believe me."

"But you think *everyone* is gay," Hal chortled. These revelations certainly cleared up a lot of things. Still, I didn't quite understand Hal's reaction to the scene he discovered in his living room. His boyfriend was getting nasty with another man, so shouldn't he at least be upset? "Now that everything's out in the open, why don't we have some fun?" Hal said, untying the sash to his kimono.

His kimono opened up, revealing Hal's furry torso and rising cock. "Oooh, yeah," Jess purred, his hand fondling Hal's hardening prick. "Guests first," Hal scolded playfully, dismissing Jess with a kiss on the forehead before moving toward me.

Hal was old enough to be Jess's father--early forties, I'd guess--yet he'd withstood the passing years better than men ten years younger. His body was armored with solid slabs of muscle and carpeted with dark hair, though his nipples stood out on his fuzzy chest like pink, quarter-sized islands. His circumcised cock, though not as big as his boyfriend's, was a hefty size.

His cock tasted pretty good too, as I gulped it down my throat hungrily. I still couldn't take the whole length, but I swallowed more of Hal's dick than I did of Jess's, so I guess my technique was improving. My tongue swabbed this pulsing shaft. His pre-cum seeped down my throat.

I felt the blanket sliding off my lap. Jess was on all fours between Hal's legs, putting his face between mine. My cock was hard once again, jutting out of the fly of my boxers. Jess seized it, his tongue tracing the seam running up the shaft. He worked a couple fingers into my shorts, hooked my balls and pulled them out so he could lick those as well. The tickling-tingling feeling of Jess's mouth on my nuts made me squirm.

Hal undulated his hips, rhythmically pumping his cock into my mouth, pushing it in as far as I could take it without gagging. He let out a little grunt every time he sank his dripping pole into my mouth. I ran my hands up his sturdy thighs, feeling the firmness of his muscles. Then Jess closed his mouth over my dick and I involuntarily squeezed Hal's thighs so hard he cried out. I didn't mean to cause Hal any pain--but, oh, it felt so fucking good having my cock in Jess's mouth. And he knew just what to do with it, too. Now, I've never claimed to be huge, but my cock is above average size and a pretty decent thickness. Well, Jess swallowed it in one gulp without any hesitation. My dick was deep in his mouth and beyond, being caressed by Jess's constricting throat muscles. I was pretty sure if my dick stayed in Jess's talented mouth much longer, he'd be choking on the load welling up in my nuts.

Hal, though, pulled me to my feet before that could happen. "Enjoying yourself?" he growled, encircling my body with his thick arms. His hands cupped my ass. I grinned and nodded. My cock pressing up against Hal's thigh was the only answer he needed.

Then Hal kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. His mouth was minty, like he'd gargled with mouthwash before catching me with his boyfriend. He pulled at the boxers I still partially wore. Jess assisted in removing them. "Oh, yeah, " Hal purred when my underwear fell to the floor, his hands kneading my ass, obviously pleased with it. Not to sound conceited, but I do have a pretty nice ass. ("You can't be straight," one of my clandestine tricks from several years ago had commented. "Your butt's too good.") The rest of me is okay. I'm not as stocky and rugged as Hal, not as smooth and buff as Jess, but I've logged some time at the gym, building up a respectable physique.

Hal apparently had no problems with my physique. He started tweaking my nipples and playfully biting at my ear, all the while grinding his cock against mine. Jess was behind me, his dick sandwiched in the crack of my ass. Next thing I knew, I was being pushed and pulled back toward the sofa. I lay on my back and waited for my hosts.

Jess immediately hopped onto the sofa and squatted over my face. "Eat my hole," he hissed. Hal had a similar taste for butt, only it was my hole he wanted to eat. Pulling my thighs apart, Hal dove between my legs and started licking my asshole. He was real gentle at first, his tongue lightly circling my tight sphincter. It felt nice. Then he forced his way up into my hole, his warm, wet tongue stabbing into my chute. His face was pressed against my ass, his beard rubbing against the walls of my butt cheeks, his hands digging into my thighs--holding me there as if I might try escaping. This was more than a mere rim job; Hal was eating my ass with the gusto of a starving man. It felt fucking incredible!

I was so busy moaning and squirming, I was neglecting the succulent hole hovering over my lips. So Jess got impatient and sat on my face. I almost suffocated, my mouth covered by his ass, but I recovered quickly. I lapped his hole tentatively. I wasn't very experienced at rimming, either. Truth is, I always thought it's hot to watch a guy eat another guy's ass, and I certainly enjoyed it when it was done to me, but I've always been reluctant to dip my tongue between another man's cheeks. But I was so horny now I'd forgotten most of my inhibitions. I licked Jess's asshole like I knew what I was doing, gratified that he sounded like I was good at it. Funny thing, hearing him moan and groan added to my arousal, making me eat his hole with greater enthusiasm. I even managed to work my tongue past his tight ass lips. Jess really got spastic then, his body bucking and trembling atop my head. "Oh, man, eat it!" Jess was practically shouting. "Shove your tongue up my ass."

There was a sharp tension at my asshole as Hal replaced the urgent probing of his tongue with his spit-lubed fingers. Slowly, his fingers--I don't know how many, maybe two--slid into me, stretching my hole wide.

"That feel good?" he asked, tickling my prostate. With my mouth covered by his boyfriend's butt, I found it difficult to answer precisely. But my cock, pumping out more pre-cum, told him all he needed to know.

Hal added another finger, stretching my hole a bit more. Because I was inexperienced, it felt like he was taking some plumber's implement to my ass. "Want me to fuck you?" he rasped, his big fingers tunneling up my chute.

I'm pretty agreeable when I'm horny. Though I'd only been fucked once in my lifetime, many years ago, at this moment I would've let Hal use a fire extinguisher on my butt--just put out the blaze! I pulled my lips away from Jess's sloppy hole just long enough to pant out the words, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me!"

Hearing this, Jess said, "And I want you to fuck me!"

We all immediately set about making these desires a reality. From the pocket of his kimono, Hal retrieved some condoms and lube, and then we rearranged our bodies in the appropriate positions. Jess leaned back on the couch as I knelt on the floor between his legs with Jess's ankles resting on my shoulders. Hal was behind me, his cock sheathed, lubed and ready. I poured lube onto Jess's asshole--and onto the carpet, but my hosts didn't complain--and inserted an index finger. Jess's hole was tight, but his butt muscles willingly accepted my finger. I suspected my cock would be accepted just as willingly.

Hal's fingers were lubricating my butthole. My ass had become much more compliant; I felt a tightness as his fingers slid into me, but no discomfort. Hal picked up on this immediately. "Ready for something more?"

"Oh, yeah," I sighed, my body quivering at the thought. "Shove your cock into me the same time he's starting to tuck you," Jess directed excitedly.

I'd barely torn open the condom packet when Hal pushed my upper body forward, over Jess, and started to inch his cock into my hole. Let's just say my ass wasn't quite ready for "something more." If his fingers felt like he was stretching me open with a plumber's tool, his dick felt like a jack-hammer. Determined to have this experience, I tried to play Stoic, sucking in my breath between clenched teeth. Hal moved slowly, his cock creeping up my ass a millimeter at a time. This made it bearable. When he was all the way inside me, he remained still, his chest pressed against my back. "Just take it easy," Hal whispered into my ear. "Relax, and it'll start to feel real good."

I hoped so. My dick was going soft from the shock, making it pretty useless for fucking Jess, who lay beneath me, pinching my nipples and waiting. Hal began to tuck me, pumping his cock into me in small, gentle thrusts. I was numb to the sensation at first, but soon a pleasurable feeling began to smolder inside me. My ass began to rise to meet Hal's forward thrust. My cock swelled again.

"Fuck me," Jess reminded, his hard prick rubbing against my torso.

I'd been pinching the condom between my white knuckles. Now I hastily unrolled it over my stiff dick. I coated my tool with lube and aimed it at Jess's asshole. A note about sandwiches: they're not as easy as they look in the videos. I had to get in a more upright position to actually see Jess's butthole, which in turn threw off Hal's rhythm. When Hal resumed plunging his dick into me, his movements pushed my body forward and off course. My cock stabbed Jess's thigh and then his nut-sack. I thought I'd made it on the third try, but it turned out I'd sunk my dick between two sofa cushions.

On the fourth attempt I was able to hit my mark. I lunged forward, causing the head of my cock to butt (as it were) against Jess's ass lips--and then it stopped. This was a surprise. "Just push it in," he urged, reaching between his legs for my dick, making sure I stayed on target. I pressed on, coaxing Jess's hole open. His sphincter stretched over my pulsing cock-head. Next thing I knew, my entire shaft was being swallowed by Jess's hungry ass.

"Oh, man, that feels so good," he breathed, his body writhing beneath me.

We all quickly fell into a rhythm, Hal thrusting his dick into me, pushing me forward and causing me to thrust my cock into Jess, while Jess raised his hips to meet my invading dick. While Hal and Jess were clearly enjoying themselves, I felt especially privileged. The dual sensation of simultaneously fucking while being tucked is indescribable. It was ecstasy squared, having Hal's fat cock fill my ass while my own cock was being caressed by the warm walls of Jess's ass.

Our bodies, connected ass-to-cock-to-ass-to-cock, formed one, big fleshy wave, rolling back and forth with greater and greater force as the pleasure intensified. Hal's meaty hands dug into my sides as he pounded my ass, grunting like an animal feeding on its prey. On the other end, Jess shuddered and trembled, his face red, his skin coated with sweat. A constant stream of filthy talk came from his parted lips--unintelligible between his groans, but turning me on nonetheless. Then there was me in between, riding Hal's cock and Jess's butt and squealing like the horny pig I'd so happily become. And judging by the tightening of my ball sack and the pronounced tingling I felt all over, I'd be squealing even louder in seconds.

It was Jess who came first, though. (Ah, youth!) He was stroking his drooling rod while I tucked him, then his body froze and his features twisted into an agonized expression. Letting out a choked yelp, Jess fired his load, splattering his rigid abs with his cum. The thickness of his jizz surprised me; it had the consistency of mayonnaise. I almost wanted to dip my finger in it and taste it--and I almost did, too, except I got distracted with shooting my own wad. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the explosion of pleasure as my dick pumped its juice and Hal pumped my ass. I fell on top of Jess, our torsos becoming cemented by his splooge. With my head resting on Jess's shoulders, I waited for Hal to cum.

Hal, however, wasn't content to blow his load with his dick buried in my ass. He wanted to involve more of my senses than that, and more of Jess's too, namely sight and taste. Abruptly he pulled out of me. Grabbing me roughly by the arm, he pulled me off--and out of--Jess. Jess, who had a better idea of what was expected of him at this moment, hopped down onto the floor, kneeling at Hal's feet. Catching on, I knelt beside Jess. We both looked up at Hal, who'd pulled off his rubber and was stroking his throbbing cock. We waited for the inevitable shower.

It wasn't a long wait. Hal let out this deep roar, thrust his hips forward and let his jism fly. I felt the warm, slick drops of his cream land on my upturned face. Jess's face was next to mine, his tongue outstretched, trying to catch Hal's cum. I wasn't so brazen, though I did get a taste of Hal's load when I licked my lips. Kind of sharp tasting, but not bad--certainly not like bleach, as my future ex-wife claimed whenever she accidentally got a mouthful of my load (the bitch always acted like we had to call Poison Control whenever that happened).

Hal looked down at our cum-spattered faces and smiled. He joined us on the floor, taking me in one arm and Jess in the other. He and Jess shared a deep, lingering kiss. When their faces separated, thick white beads of jism hung in Hal's goatee. Then he turned to me, pressing his lips against mine; slipping his tongue into my mouth.

"Let's go to bed," Hal said, standing up. He held out his hand, helping Jess to his feet. I returned to the sofa, about to pull a blanket over my naked, satiated body when I noticed Hal and Jess were just standing there with these what-the-hell-do-you-think-you're-doing expressions on their faces.

"It's a big bed," Hal said.

I certainly didn't need an engraved invitation. I got up from the sofa and followed them upstairs.