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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago
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Part 3
He nearly had all the papers in his case when he told me that I had to be ok with another man or men in the room who will sometimes have their cocks very close to me, maybe even right near my face. He said, there will be fucking and a lot of cum, and a man or even one of the girls, may even ask you to suck a cock. He stopped, looked at me as he said that, his head tilted questioningly waiting for a reaction from me.
I thought about it for a brief minute, and replied that I was ok with that. It was just sex. I wasn’t gay. The thought of being near another man’s naked cock was something that I didn’t think I had a problem with. I went quiet as he looked at the door of the study room. I thought for a while then I replied that I would be ok with it. It was swinging, I continued, so I guess that actually did make me bi.
He stood, looking down at me. He could see I was thinking about it. He said I looked like any other average young man. I would be shocked and turned off having a man’s cock pushed into my face. He bent down and asked me quietly, would I kiss one or even suck it to prove I was bi? I looked into his eyes, his face was turning serious, and I was getting that taboo feeling in my stomach. I asked myself if he was right. He continued. Had I ever seen a mature man naked, real and up close?
This chat was getting me a bit hot under the collar, definitely feeling like a gay inquisition. I replied of course, I had seen men in the changing rooms and in the shower in the gym, but he shook his head and said that was not what he meant. He interrupted by saying that I was only a young lad and having looked at a few cocks in the changing rooms didn’t prove anything. He said there are some senior and mature swingers, who have quite a few wobbly bits, and may want to fuck right in front of me.
As you can guess I was getting a little nervous but I tried to be bolder in my replies to him. He looked at me and asked what was going through my mind just now. I quickly said that I thought this was all sounding very gay, but I understood what swinging was, so I knew that I would be seeing older people’s cocks and pussys up close. It was really no problem, I said, I was bi, honestly. He just laughed and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. When he did that, I nearly snatched it away, but as he placed it on his bulge, I wanted to prove I was ok with it. He put my hand directly on his cock in his trousers and asked what I thought.
So there I was, sat in a classroom, with one of my college’s instructors stood in front of me, my hand on his crotch, feeling his cock twitch and throb. I looked at the door of the study room, to see if anyone could see me. Luckily, he stood in front of me, blocking anyone seeing what I was doing.
We stopped like that for a good few minutes as I gently moved my hand to feel the outline of his cock. He just stood there, talking to me like there was nothing wrong, but always looking at my face to see my reactions. Then just as quickly, he turned and walked back behind his desk leaving my hand in mid-air before I let it drop. He wrote something on a piece of paper, and handed it to me, saying, Wednesday. 7 o’clock. He held on to the piece of paper as I gripped it. This was just for me. Did I understand, no one else. I nodded nervously and said yes Sir, I understood.
We left the study room at the same time, and we parted as I walked off to my next class, the piece of paper held tightly in my hand. My afternoon lessons just went very quickly, because after looking at what was written on the paper I had so many different possibilities and solutions going through my mind. It was an address in a village near the local town.
That night I got back to the flat and told Ruth everything, including him making me touch his cock in his trousers. She smiled at me and of course wanted to know more. She asked what it felt like, so I stood and showed her what he did and what I did. She was turned on and, well, after seeing her get all flustred, it all ended a little different than in the study room. We fucked on the table, and then, on the bed she wanted to do something completely new.
We 69’d with me on top, but as I fucked her mouth and she sucked me, she wanted me to fuck her with her new huge looking double ended dildo. I was amazed that she had this and tried to ask when she got it from but she was just so turned on that our conversation didn’t last that long. This was also new sex because she wanted me to suck on one end of the dildo as I had to push the other end into her pussy.
I was glad it was made of silicone because I had no option but to bite on the it so I didn’t gag as I tried to get a good push into her tight wet hole. And as I took it in my mouth, I was a little self-conscious about just how much I could take. Flesh coloured and cock shaped at each end, it was quite a long toy. It was bendable but fairly stiff, and was easy to fuck her with, but my neck was really aching that night after having done so much bobbing. Afterwards, we both came big and she fell asleep so fast. I did soon after but not before I was starting to think about the appointment on Wednesday.
===== I have to just break in my story here. There was one very important event in my life that I have not spoken about yet. An event that has always been on my mind, especially when I first started having sexual relations with a steady girlfriend. My passion for swimming continued from my secondary school to my college years. I loved the sport, and found out that I also liked playing water polo. But it was during a match a couple of years ago that I received a real bad kick in the balls. I had worn a box, but played on after a short break on the poolside. It was several days later that I was told by a Doctor that I had badly bruised one of my balls. One thing led to another and for health reasons, I had to have my left ball removed. This had happened over a year ago, but I have to explain now, because of what was to go through my mind at the swinger’s party.
Ruth was ok with it, especially as I was still giving her all the messy cum she wanted. Also, I didn’t know if my testosterone levels dropped or if I was just self-conscious, but I did know my attitude and thinking had changed. I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me. I wanted the opposite. I actually liked the feeling of being a beta male in the company of confident, dominant Alpha men.
Looking back now, at all the things I had seen and done, I would say that I had a real need to be submissive. The embarrassment and humiliation I got was a turn on. Letting the Alpha see me as inferior, it was something that I wanted. It made me understand my role.
Today, I have to admit, it is wanting that feeling to be kneeling before a Dom, to be made to pay my respects to his cock and be humbled in his presence. So, after I had touched Clive’s bulge in his trousers the day before, of course I acted shocked =====.
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