Afternoon light slants through the living room blinds in Ghislain’s big bourgeois house. Creaky parquet underfoot. Parents gone, sister too. Just us, sprawled on the plush banquette. TV zaps channels. ‘Like porn?’ he asks, smirking. Chunky guy, hundred kilos easy, spoiled rich kid.
I nod. He climbs a chair, grabs a VHS from the secret shelf above the fireplace. ‘Dad never checks, Mom’s too short.’ No rewind. Midway: maid in uniform sucks a tall brunette while a gray-haired dude rams her from behind. Moans leak out, wet slaps. Close-ups of thick cock plunging shaved pussy, another in her mouth. Then a peeper jerks by the door.
The Contact
He fast-forwards. Two guys now: older fucks younger’s ass, maid rides the voyeur. I’m squirming, embarrassed by the gay scene. Ghislain stares, hand brushes his balls. ‘Ever fucked a guy?’ Straight no, but army flashbacks hit—barracks bunkmate, pillow fight turning wrestle, hard cocks grinding. Secret toilet fucks, his ass first, then mine loving it. Buried that shit.
He slides closer, thigh presses mine. Silence consents. ‘Mutual jerk?’ Zipper rasps. Out flops his thick, swelling cock, foreskin heavy. Gland peeks, massive. ‘C’mon, whip yours out.’ Mine’s half-size, his smirk stings. Rewinds to ass-fuck scene. ‘These fags turn me on.’ Hand on my thigh, then grabs my balls through fly.
‘Wanna be fags together? Suck my dick.’ I stare at that juicy fat prick. Kneel on rug between his thighs. Lick. Musky, exciting. ‘Swallow it!’ Mouth full, stretching. He watches, glances at screen. ‘Good cocksucker. Knew you were a fag.’ I slurp, tongue gland, stroke shaft. Heavy balls.
‘Stop. Someone might come. My room.’ He stands, hides tape. Upstairs hallway, parquet groans under his weight. Door at end clicks locked. Light seeps under. Neighbors’ houses close, quiet suburb.
The Indiscretion
On bed, tongue wrestle. ‘Horny perv, you’re hard.’ Strip. His gut sags, tit-like. Webcam on, recording. ‘For later wanks.’ Straddles, cock down throat. I grope belly. Fingers my ass, spits, probes. ‘Fem ass. Been fucked before?’ Yeah. Relaxes my hole like pro.
Face-to-face. Condom on. Legs up. Gland nudges pucker. ‘Beg dirty.’ ‘Fuck my ass. Gape me with your fat cock.’ Pushes. Burns huge. Bite lip, no scream. Inches in, stretches. ‘Love my dick in you?’ Slow pumps, then slams. Belly slaps thighs. Ecstasy.
Flip doggy. Pounds. Cums hard, spasms. Pulls out, wipes gooey cock on cheeks.
Watch clip—grainy, my blissed face chills me. Late. Parents soon. ‘Suck me off before you go.’ Kneel again. Revive that beast. Stroke mine—he ignores. Sync orgasms. He floods face, I splatter pillow.
Heart hammers down creaky stairs. Front door whispers shut. Street silent, houses dark. Neighbors sleep? Slip home to dorms, secret buzzing. Bisex itch back—wives fine, but crave cock monthly. Wife clueless, love her too much to spill.