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ROBS POST part 4

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As the story continued to unfold, I noticed my friend Rob was following it closely. At times, he asked for clarification and at other times, he wanted to contribute. We had a blast writing part 4. This time, we used my wife’s personality and started inserting it into Jan. As always, please let me know what you think about my story.

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The drive home from Boston was filled with conflicting emotions. I wished I had a better vocabulary because I kept trying to explain what was happening to me to myself. I was so shaken by Billy, I caught myself talking to myself.

I kept thinking, ‘I am losing my mind.’ There were moments I feared I may be losing my grip on reality. I could feel Billy’s cock in my mouth. My lips sliding up and down. His hand pushing me further and faster. I hadn’t done that in over thirty years. I wasn’t looking for that action. Billy just had a way of making me do it for him. I don’t think he liked getting a blow job from a guy. But somehow, I felt he really liked getting a blow job from me, just me. Maybe he liked me and this was his way of showing it. Maybe it’s his way of telling me that he likes me. My thoughts made sense, and they didn’t make sense at the same time. My feelings were no different.

One second I hated and detested letting Billy put his soft cock in my mouth and wanting me to get it hard for him. I was confused when he placed his magnum condom in my mouth and wanting me to put it on his cock for him using only my mouth, lips and tongue. I felt so helpless doing that to his cock. And yet, I could feel my teenage best friend Dennis once again. It was like Dennis was right with me. I loved Dennis and the feelings he could bring to me. I both hated and loved what Billy was doing.

Everytime I thought of Dennis during that drive, I would reach down and press Billy’s condom against my dick and balls and it made me cry. Tears were running down my face and I had an agonizing moan coming out of my mouth. If anyone saw me that night, they would have had me committed. I was a mess.

Dennis wasn’t even my first cock. My first cock was when Hank and John grabbed me and carried my body into the woods. I was in the fourth grade. They were in high school. I knew them both. I knew there parents. I knew their brothers and sisters. We lived in the same neighborhood. They knew my family, all of them. They were friends with my older brother.

At that young age, what did I kow about sex? Nothing. I had heard kids talking and joking about blow jobs. I knew it had something to do with a guy’s cock. But that was about all I knew.

So when Hank and John grabbed me and carried me into the woods, I thought they were just teasing me like the older guys always teased younger kids. But once in the woods, Hank said to me, “I want a blow job.”

I told him “No.” but he kept insisting. So I started running away from them. Each time they caught me and dragged me back to the spot. Finally, they got tired of catching me so John pulled my pants down to my ankles so I couldn’t run.

Hank kept telling me to give him a blow job. He had his pants unbuckled, zipper down and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was soft and he was flipping it side to side.

Finally, in shame, I had to admit, “I can’t give you a blow job because I don’t know how.”

That’s when his eyes lit up in sheer delight.

“Oh.” he said, “I guess I’ll have to be the one who gets to teach you.”

He took such great pleasure in that opportunity. Hank told me he wanted me to put his cock in my mouth and slide up and down on it. When I go down he wanted me to blow out and when I go up I was to suck in, like a straw. He had me kneel in the leaves and twigs with my pants down. I took his cock in and he got hard quite fast. I was holding his ass because I needed to balance myself. My eyes could see his stomach muscles. I watched as his body became more and more rigid. His hips were pumping and his hands were behind my head. He was comforting me with his hands. Twice I felt him holding my shoulders and rubbing the back of my neck, like he loved me.

I knew he liked me. We grew up on the same street. When he rubbed my shoulders, I knew, he now loved me. Before long Hank moved my head to the side and holding me close to his cock, I watched his cum shooting out and landing on the ground. I don’t recall hearing a sound or smelling anything. The experience was powerful and it captivated me.

When he finished, he started putting his cock away as I began to stand up. That’s when I felt John’s hand on my shoulders, keeping me on my knees.

“Not yet. It’s my turn.” John whispered in a lustful determined voice. I was stunned.

I had completely forgotten he was even present. John had been standing directly behind me and he watched the whole thing. John stepped in front of me. His pants were open and his cock was already hard. He slid into my mouth and began pumping his hips.

I was being passed around.

When they finished with me, we walked out of the woods together. My mind seemed to shut down. I couldn’t think. We got the road and they turned to the left, heading towards Hank’s house. My house was to the right. But I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next. Did they want me to follow them? Was I supposed to go with them from now on? I didn’t know. So I just stood there looking down at the ground.

About one or two telephone pole lengths away, one of them turned around and saw me just standing there, paralized by the experience. They walked back to me and Hank turned my body to the right. He brushed the top of my head and said, “It’s alright. Everybody does that. Just go home and never tell anyone.” With that he nudged my body forward and my legs started moving seemingly by themselves.

I never did tell anyone. Never. Thirty years later, while still agonizing over the event, I realized that although I didn’t tell anyone, Hank and John told other kids. Lots of other kids. Soon lots of others wanted the same thing. No one ever laughed at me or tortured me verbally in public. I just became the secret neighborhood twink.

By the time Dennis and I became such good friends at fifteen years old, I had been handed a reputation. The only problem with my reputation is the fact that it’s not accurate. They all thought I liked giving guys a blow job. They all thought I was a flaky-puff, a fem, and they had other words that were more harsh. I never went looking to have sex with these guys. They all came and grabbed me. Even Dennis. In a way he spoke like a dominant male; telling me, “Just get your ass over here and blow me.”

If I refused any of these guys, they would have exposed me to the larger group of kids.

By the time Dennis and I became friends, my sexual development was already fixated; I react sexually when I have no choice. When another controls my sexual activity. My wife Jan definitely had the potential to do that with me. That’s what drew me to her in the first place.

Billy was already engaged in taking control of my sex life. I hated it and I loved and needed it even more. Now he wants to fuck my wife. And he wants me to be the one to tell her. He wants me to do the work. How am I ever going to break the news to her?

My thoughts became more fluid as I drove. I found myself wondering why my wife didn’t tell me she was sending me to Billy’s place to get the box? She must have known. And why did she make this sudden request after I sent the text to Billy saying I will go to him. He must have called Jan and arranged for her to send me there. He was using her like he uses me.

And the box? The mystery box? What the hell is in it? The box was taped shut and looked like it had been taped that way for a long time. The box was old and dusty.

I turned into my driveway and was trying to let my overly hardened dick relax and get soft. Walking into my house and greeting Jan with a raging hard dick would not be cool. That would lead to much wonder on her part.

Billy’s condom was still warm and it felt good right where it was plopped. I left it there in my briefs. Jan and I kissed and she had some dinner waiting for me. So we talked about the meeting and potential new clients.

Out of the blue, Jan asks, “What did Billy have to say?”

There was my chance to tell her. The words were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t release them. They felt stuck in my throat.

“Oh. I almost forgot. The box. I have the box in my car.” I went out to get the box for Jan. When I handed it to her I asked, “Why didn’t you tell me it was Billy who would give me the box? All you gave me was his address.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought I put his name in the text.” she said. Jan wasn’t concerned and didn’t think it was a big deal. She had seen Billy and me talking together. She had no clue what he was doing to me.

Jan took the box and set in her closet in the bedroom. I wondered why she hadn’t opened it and looked at the contents. I wanted to ask her, ‘What the hell is in there?’

As I finished my dinner, I asked Jan, “Aren’t you going to open the box?”

She explained, “No. I know what it is. Billy and I had a storage garage when we were together. He told me he found the box and I just thought it would be a good time to pick it up seeing you were right there.”

She sort of ended the conversation about the box and went right back to Billy. “So what did you and Billy talk about?”

It felt so obvious to me that Billy was on her mind.

“He told me he misses you. He always talks about you when we talk.” I couldn’t pull myself to insert the word, ‘fucking’. I should have said, ‘He told me he misses fucking you.’ That’s what he wanted me to tell her. I began to feel fear that Jan would want to dig deeper into Billy’s words and I wasn’t ready to tell her that he still wants to fuck her one more time. I knew I had to find a way, and I would have to think hard to find a way to tell her.

I went downstairs to shower and get ready for bed. I was sort of sad that I had to now open the condom and swallow Billy’s cum before kissing Jan goodnight. After shaving, I took the cum filled condom into the shower with me to keep it warm. Just before coming back upstairs I placed a tiny pin hole in the top of the condom. Careful not to spill any of it, I squeezed his cum out in a tiny stream. It felt more like a water gun shooting into me. I enjoyed the sensation. The sneaking around, the mischief he was leading me into felt so good. I slowly swallowed a mouthful of it and felt it sliding down. I placed a little more on my tongue and went upstairs. Jan was already in bed, so I bent over the side and kissed her goodnight. I could feel Billy’s cum sliding between our tongues. It was like he was coming inbetween our sex life.

I started shaking in excitement and felt my dick begin to release a lot of pre cum. I wanted to grab my dick so badly and just release my cum like Billy did earlier. I wanted to be like him. I told Jan I was going to watch a little television before going to bed. That was not uncommon for me. Instead of using the living room I went downstairs to my den and couldn’t help but finish what was in the condom. The last few drops went on my dick and I stroked myself. The orgasm was sensational. Jan and I had our first cum kiss. I never imagined another man in the mix would be so exciting and stimulating.

I could no more tell another person what I just did any more than I could ever tell another person that I was the neighborhood twink and guys used me a lot.

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As my friend Rob and I finished this part of the story, we were both having a blast. Rob is never silly and doesn’t laugh a great deal. He prefers the more masculine and serious personality. That doesn’t mean he never laughs. When something strikes him he usually lets out a deep and guttural big man laugh. It doesn’t last long, but anyone nearby would know something just happened that Rob liked.

As I was telling the part about my best friend Dennis I noticed the giant bulge in his jeans. He was getting hard thinking about the story. He was just like the guys who we were emailing sections of the story to.

When Rob first heard me describe how Billy dropped his cum filled condom into my briefs, Rob grabbed his cock and moaned. I looked at him and he knew I was aware that his cock was getting stimulated. The story was burning its way into him. So I asked him, “Rob, do you want to write the end of this section?”

Trying to adjust his stiffening cock, I could see the outline of its size and girth through his jeans. He saw me staring at his crotch. When my eyes met his, he was smiling.

My real wife came into the room as we were carrying on and thinking of scenes that best describe my story. Rob says, “We are fucking around writing a story. You should read this!”

My wife sat down and Rob went on to tell her what we had been doing starting with the post I put up trying to find him a date for the weekend. Nothing ever came from the women who responded, so Rob started showing her the emails from the guys who wanted to know the connection between the wife’s ex husband (Billy), and her present husband (me).

I was getting sick to my stomach because I had no idea how she would react. Rob held nothing back. He has nerves of steel. Not like me who has nerves of mush. That was no secret among the three of us. My real wife knows I am a lightweight guy. As Rob told her the story, my real wife laughed her ass off. She didn’t get angry at all. I was shocked. What stunned me even further, was when Rob invited my real wife to help create the ending to this section.

“Yes!” she screamed. My real wife went over to Rob and sat down next to him on the sofa. She folded her legs comfortably under her body and asked me to hand her the pad I had taken notes on before writing the various sections.

Rob looked at me and said, “You just sit your ass there and don’t say a word.” He was imitating Dennis and he sort of suspected his words would drill into me. They did. And I hid my reaction.

Here is what Rob and my real wife came up with.

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Jan came into the house all excited. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it. Linda’s daughter is getting married.”

“Who the hell is Linda?” I asked.

“You know Linds. My hairdresser. Her daughter is getting married. We have to go.” she exclaimed.

“WOOO, WOOO, WOOO.” I said. “I’m not going. I don’t even know these people.”

“You HAVE to go with me. You are my husband. Married couples always go to weddings.” Jan shouted back. Then she stomped around the house at the thought that I refused to go to a wedding with her. Like I didn’t want to be seen with her.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Of course you are going to the wedding with me.” she demanded.

After thirty minutes of arguing I finally backed down and said, “O Kay! Alright. I’ll go to the stupid wedding with you. Just stop yelling.” She calmed down, but I could tell she was still a bit angry with me for not wanting to go to the wedding. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Apparently it was.

Every few weeks I would get these random text messages from Billy asking, ‘Did you tell her?’

I would always write back saying I told her you said you miss her a lot. Once I told her you keep asking about our sex life. But Billy always made sure to text back a message demanding I tell her clearly, ‘Billy said he wants to fuck you one more time.’

That’s what he wanted. Billy wanted to fuck Jan and he wanted me to know he was doing it to her. How is a husband supposed to say that to his wife? He had me in agony.

Months later the wedding day came. Jan and I attended as promised. I wasn’t looking forward to this wedding because I knew we would get stuck at a table where we didn’t know anyone. Just as expected, after the ceremony Jan and I found our assigned table. Other couples were already seated at the table when we arrived. Naturally the couples there first took the best seats. Jan and I had our backs to the dance floor and head table.

Beside me were two empty chairs. I thought to myself, lucky guy. They probably decided not to attend. This is going to be dull.

Before the dinner arrived, Jan said she had to go to the lady’s room and two of her friends decided to join her. I reached to get my drink and someone placed a cellphone on the table in front of me. I looked down and saw a pic of my face. My lips were kissing Billy’s cock. A jolt ran through my body which almost knocked me into unconsciousness. I grabbed the phone and turned it over before anyone saw that pic.

Billy’s hand reached over and he grabbed his phone from me. He placed the phone in his back pocket and he sat down next to me.

“Surprised?” he asked.

“What are you doing here, Billy?” I was very uncomfortable with his sitting next to me. I was beginning to need deep breaths and I felt my heart racing in my chest.

“The groom’s father is my best friend.” he explained.

Billy had no date to bring to the wedding. I think he planned on just making an appearance and maybe have a drink with his friends. But when he spotted me, he changed his plans and decided to stay and sit with Jan and me. ‘How nice.’ I thought.

When Jan came back to the table she spotted Billy sitting next to me. Billy got up and moved over so Jan would be sitting between me and hm. She quickly engaged in conversation with him, thanking him for returning the box with her belongings.

Billy was a smooth talker and he easily got a conversation going at the table. He told everyone that he and Jan use to be married. Then he laughed. Naturally everyone knew he had fucked her. The other men at the table looked at me like I was some kind of whimp. I felt sick and wanted to vomit. I said to Jan, I’m going out to have a cigarette on the patio. And I left the table.

Before long Billy joined me on the patio.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I firmly said to him.

“What?” he asked.

“You are going to embarrass me with those pics. You want to hurt me. Don’t you? Why? What the hell did I ever do to you?” I was ranting.

“Stop.” he said. Billy cut me off.

“You have no idea how much I am protecting you.” he whispered in a comforting tone of voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to own you. There’s a difference.”

Billy’s eyes glared into my eyes like daggers. He was dead serious and I couldn’t figure it out.

“Come with me.” he insisted.

I followed Billy to the bar where he bought us drinks. His muscle friends quickly joined him. These men were stacked with muscles. They were all unbelievably gorgeous. Billy introduced me as his friends and as the conversation turned he kept putting me on a pedestal. He was paying attention to me more than his other friends. He did exactly what my best friend Dennis use to do. It was perfect.

For the rest of the wedding celebration, Billy kept me close to his side. Jan took notice. She talked and had fun with her girlfriends, but her eyes were on me and Billy.

I came over to her at one point to make sure I was not ignoring her. But she told me she was glad Billy and I were getting along so nicely. “He’s not a bad guy.” she told me. Then she wanted me to have some fun with the guys at the bar.

I went back to Billy’s side and I have to say, I loved the way he could make me feel like I was more of a man than I was. We both knew it. I had a blast with him that afternoon and into the evening. He never threatened to hurt me with those pics he had of me. He just pulled me into his circle of friends and all the other guys at the wedding were a bit jealous of me.

Driving home Jan kept talking about Billy and me and how happy she was that we could get along. She didn’t hate him. She just couldn’t live with him as her husband.

I did enjoy my time with him because he treated me like a man. I am a man. I’m just not like Billy. He is my opposite. I turned into our driveway and as we got out of the car another car pulled into the driveway. We both stopped and looked to see who it was. The headlights went off and the engine shut off. The driver’s door opened and Billy stepped out of his pick up truck.

“Hey guys.” Billy said. “I’m a little too drunk to drive all the way to Boston. Can I crash here?” Billy stepped up to Jan and he put his strong arms around her neck. She giggled. Jan looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Of course you can.” she said to Billy. Then she invited him in. Once in the living room, Billy sat down on the sofa while Jan went to her bathroom. I kicked my shoes off and sat in the recliner on the other side of the room. We talked about the wedding and Billy’s friends. Jan joined us and sat on the other end of the sofa.

“Honey, now that we are home safe why don’t you make us some drinks.” she said to me. So I quickly got up and went into the kitchen and made three gin and tonics. I grabbed their two drinks and went into the living room to find Billy with his arm around her neck. He wasn’t kissing her lips, but he was necking with her. Jan had her head draping back like she wanted him to lick, kiss and bite her neck. Billy’s hand was on her knee and as soon as I was in the room, he slid his hand between her legs and started squeezing her kitty. Jan moaned loudly. She immediately spread her legs open for him. She was melting like butter on a grill in his arms. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Not knowing what to do, I put their drinks down and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed my stomach and folded over near the sink. I was cradling my anxiety. There were so many feelings filling my body I could never describe them all. They were conflicting feelings and awesome feelings all mixed together.

Trying to act normal, I took my drink and went back to the living room. I looked and saw Billy had his pants already unbuckled, his zipper was down and he had pulled his pants down just far enough to expose his very large cock and balls. He was still massaging her kitty and her hand reached down to grab his cock.

Billy pulled her dress over her head and he tore her bra so it fell off her breasts and dropped down to his cock. She pointed his cock toward me and said, “This is what I want.” And she dropped her head down on his cock and sucked him.

Billy quickly grabbed two crops of her hair and he shoved his cock all the way in. I couldn’t believe any person could ever take his giant thick cock all the way down, but there was Jan with her lips pressed deep into his pubic hair.

Billy pumped his hips hard, slamming his body into her face five or six times before pulling his cock out of her throat. She quickly took it in again and began sucking on it.

A second time he firmly slammed her face against the base of his cock making her take it all deep. She was gagging and making ugly sounds in her throat. But she stayed there and continued.

After a few minutes, Billy pushed her back like she was a rag to be used. He told her, “Get into bed.” Which she obediently did.

Billy stood up, my wife’s bra was dr*ped over his cock and he walked over to me. He cock slapped me a few times and said, “Jan will always be your wife. But she will always be my slut. She will become my whore. She will suck and fuck whoever I tell her to. And you will become my little faggot boy. You will suck my friends cocks when I tell you to. When I am here for her, you will do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?”

“I think so. But I’m afraid.” I said to him.

“I will take care of everything. Don’t worry.” he assured me.

Then he went on to say, “I know what you need and I will take care of you too. You are mine now.” And he went into my bedroom and spent the night with my wife. There were sounds coming from the bed that tore me apart. I never heard my wife scream with such desires. She was begging Billy for more and more. All night long I heard them talking shit talk. He was telling her that she was his whore and she begged for it. They must have had mad sex at least 5 times before it started getting light outside.

Jan called out to me. She told me to get them breakfast. Billy was still unconscious in my bed. I made them some bacon and eggs, along with orange juice and toast. They ate on the back deck as I took the soaking wet sheets off the bed. I put them in the washer and brought up clean sheets to make the bed. Billy told me to get a gym bag from his car. After they ate, Jan stepped into her shower and Billy wanted me downstairs with him as he showered and took his clean change of clothes out of his gym bag. After he showered he wanted me to dry his body. I put his clean boxers on his naked body and kissed his cock before he pulled them up.

He knows I need him. He knows Jan needs him. And as he walked to his truck, he put his arms around my neck, pulled me in, and said, “You are a sub.”