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** All characters are over the age of 21. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ** This is a continuation to “Ross,” submitted in First Time.
The day was originally supposed to start with a little cloud cover and then turn sunny and very warm. As I left my house on the way to the bakery I noticed that the cloud cover was much darker coming from the southwest. I shook my head in mild disappointment, hoping the weather report was correct. But it didn’t quite look that way.
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Cassie released my right arm as she opened the door to Steve’s mud room. The first thing I noticed as we walked in was the toilet and shower off to the left. The shower was tiled in a blue-gray circle and oval tile. It looked very nice for a mud room shower. It was at least 10 feet by 10 feet and appeared to have more than two shower heads. I couldn’t see much further into the shower area than the initial glimpse. The toilet area had a separating wall and was set back toward the garage area with a dual sink. To my right were a large basin sink and Steve’s laundry area. Interesting. I raised my eyebrows and looked toward, first, Steve, and then Cassie.
“What?” asked Steve.
“Yeh, What?” asked Cassie.
“Oh, nothing at all. I’ve just never seen a mud room with a shower that nice before.
Straight ahead was Steve’s breakfast nook. To the left, facing the back of his house was a door leading off to his back yard.
I looked out and noticed the darkening sky.
“Stevie, it looks like we’re going to get our little parade rained on,” I mentioned. “The temp seems to have dropped a few degrees, too, buddy. We might end up having this little soiree inside.”
I thought Cassie was literally going to jump out of her clothes she got so worried.
“Oh my, oh my. Steve, we’ve got to hurry and bring the stuff inside. It’s going to pour and everything will get ruined.”
Steve set the drinks down on the table and I placed the boxes of sweets right next to them. The three of us ran out the patio door to the picnic tables, started to grab the paper plates, cups, napkins, plasticware, serving dishes and everything we could carry and ran back toward the house. We dropped everything on the table and ran back outside to gather the tablecloths and a few other items and started running back toward the house. We didn’t quite make it a third of the way and the skies opened up. It literally felt as though someone had just poured buckets of water on us. There was nothing we could do. We were soaked to the skin.
As I headed for the kitchen door, Steve shouted, “Ross, come on. We’re going to enter through the back garage door. I don’t want to get my floors all messed up.”
Once inside Steve and Cassie set their items down on a bench along the far wall. I stood there and started to shiver. Cassie came over to me and grabbed the items I had and put them on the bench.
“Come on, Ross. Let’s get you, and Steve and me out of these wet clothes and into a warm shower,” Cassie said. I stood there dumbfounded. “Don’t be shy now, big boy. We don’t want anybody getting ill. Let’s move it, sweety.”
Steve was already out of his shirt and pants before he got to the door. Cassie had pulled her top and bottoms off, but was still in her bikini suit. She grabbed hold of my belt buckle and started to pull it open just as I pulled my shirt over my head. She quickly had my jeans unbuttoned and was pulling the zipper down…when it happened. Soaking wet, chilled to the skin, and I popped an erection. Cassie let out a laugh so full and throaty that Steve, who now was totally naked standing in the doorway, stopped, turned around and began to laugh as well.
“I couldn’t have planned you popping a woodie any better if I had tried,” Steve said. And he laughed and laughed.
Cassie, meanwhile, was pulling down my soaked boxers. I started to gently push her away. “I can get these off by myself.” And down went my erection.
“Oh, Ross, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Come on. We’re all adults here. We need to get in the showers.”
Cassie pulled off her top and I stared. She had the most amazing D-cup breasts with perfect silver dollar-sized dark brown areolas and large nipples. And up went the flag pole again. I started to laugh and Cassie gave me an evil look.
“You better not be laughing at me, big boy, or I’ll slap you silly.”
“Nope, Sunshine. I’m laughing at me. Up, down. Up. Down?” And I laughed harder.
Steve had turned around and went in to the shower. Cassie removed her bikini bottom, bent down and picked them and my boxers up, slapped me with the wet things, grabbed my arm and started to pull me toward the house. “Let’s go. Shower. Now,” she said. And away we went.
Steve already had the showers on and it was nice and steamy. I noticed that he was a little quiet when Cassie and I entered.
“You alright, buddy?” I asked.
“Yeh. Fine,” is all he said.
Cassie lightly çapa escort punched me in the arm and slightly pushed me toward Steve. She whispered in my ear, “He needs a hug, Ross. He’s feeling left out.”
So, I walked over to Steve, who had his back to me, and wrapped my arms around his torso. I was pressed gently against his body. In doing so my right wrist brushed against his now hard, erect cock. I’d never, ever touched another man sexually before. Standing behind Steve, my own cock again started to rise and stiffen.
“Steve,” I whispered, “I’ve never touched another man before. I’m not sure what I’m feeling right this minute but I want to touch your cock. Is that OK with you?”
Steve moved his hand down and placed it on mine. He took it and put it on his thrumming cock. I swear I could feel his heartbeat by touching him. Steve leaned back in to me and placed his left hand behind my neck, pulling my head to the right. Then he kissed my neck.
I felt Cassie move up behind me. She reached around me and grabbed my erect cock and started to stroke it gently, but firmly. I followed suit and started to stroke Steve’s pulsing hardon. He moved closer to the shower wall, tag-pulling Cassie and I along with him. He turned around slowly, keeping our bodies in contact.
“Just give me release for now, Ross. You don’t have to go any further,” Steve whispered wantingly. I stroked up near the head of his now dripping cock, my thumb rubbing lightly against his frenulum. Steve’s cock was about the same size as mine. I smiled, because I knew I could suck my own cock without any problems. And I wanted to suck Steve’s. Now. I wanted to taste his cum as he shot it down my throat. I felt Cassie squeezing my ass cheek with her free hand. Her finger slid into the crack of my ass and she pressed firmly on my anal opening. It felt amazing. The pressure of her against my back pushed me into Steve. Steve and I were now face to face…and so I kissed him full on the lips. Another first of firsts. Steve wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him.
Cassie opened her hand and grabbed Steve’s cock and my cock at the same time, pulling them together. Wow. What a weird, but pleasant sensation. I felt my cum building up and knew Steve must be close too. I pushed back against Cassie and slid down to my knees to the shower floor, her hands releasing me. I looked up at Steve as I placed my hands on his hips and my lips on the head of his freshly-washed cock.
I slowly opened my mouth and licked his opening, tasting for the very first time the salty-sweetness of another man’s sperm.
What I was doing now had my head spinning. I knew I couldn’t stop until I had sucked Steve’s cock dry. I moved my right hand and gently cupped Steve’s swollen balls and then I firmly wrapped my left hand around his soft, but oh so hard cock, to prevent his pushing too deeply into my mouth as I took him in.
His cock felt different, but the same, inside my mouth. It tasted fresh and smelled fresh. I tasted his pre-cum; salty-sweet. I began to lick around the head and suck firmly, moving him into and out of my mouth…just to the back of my teeth. I pumped him slowly down and up, running my tongue around and around his swollen cock head. Steve moaned deeply as he placed his hands behind my head, pulling me in closer, as he began to push deeper into my mouth. I kept my hand firmly gripped around his shaft preventing his advancement.
“Ross, Ross. I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, Ross.” And he did cum. One, two, three quick blasts of salty-sweet cum flowed across my tongue and deep into the back of my mouth. Breathing through my nose, my tongue beneath his swollen member, I swallowed. I pumped his slowly softening cock until he was drained; no longer were his sex juices flowing.
His cock slipped from my mouth and I pushed myself up. “Stevie, I have never sucked another man’s cock, or even held one in my hands until today. But I have sucked my own cock and tasted my own cum. I’ll tell you the story later,” I said.
Cassie stood aside with a look of pure awe on her face. “Wow, Ross! I was going to help Steve seduce you, but it looks like you beat us to the punch. With that rock-hard cock of yours sticking out like that, you’re going to need some release too!” She reached down and placed her hand between her own legs and started rubbing her swollen clit. I got a good look for the first time at her wild, unshaven bush, and my heart fluttered.
“Cassie, baby, I love a wild, hairy bush. My ex-wife shaved and waxed and would never let me go down on her. I found out through the divorce that she had someone else doing the job. I’ve got to get my tongue in that forest, please.” I began to laugh.
Just then Cassie moved in closer to me and stood with her legs spread wide. “It’s much easier to munch, Ross, if we’re lying down. But I’m not going to lay down on the shower floor. So, you’ll have to wait until a little later. But I will gladly take that cock of yours right etiler escort here and now, deep inside my wet pussy.” This time when she reached and grabbed my swollen member she guided it straight into her very wet pussy. It felt so good just going in that I nearly came immediately. It’d been a long time since I felt the pleasures of a woman’s sex.
We moved against the shower wall, the warm water seemed to be getting cooler. I lifted her right leg up with my left arm so that I could push deeper into her. And then I just started to fuck her hard. I pushed in until our pubic bones were hitting hard, and pulled back until the tip of my cock head was just at her entrance. And then I did it again, and again and again. Cassie started crying and yelling loudly, “Fuck me, Ross, Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” For what seemed like a long time we fucked against the wall…and then she came. She didn’t yell out; she just came. And she squirted warm juices all over my cock and pubic area, running down my legs and all over my left hand. And then I came. It was quick, without warning. And I came more as I pushed into her. Cassie held onto me and our lips mashed together. Slowly we calmed down and separated.
“OK, boy and girl,” I said. “It’s time to clean up and get ready to par-tay.” All I could think about at the moment was how good I actually felt…and how confused I really was.
We all rewashed in much cooler water. Steve placed our clothes in the dryer to dry and went and grabbed both Cassie and I some of his shorts and t-shirts. (A little snug for me for the moment.)
I was walking on Cloud 9. I couldn’t believe what had just taken place over the span of about 36 hours. I had sucked my own cock, sucked another man’s cock for the first time, and had fucked a wonderful pussy. Life at this moment was absolutely grand. The smile on my face told the whole story.
Due to the storm things got off to a slow start. Steve made a few calls and most of his guests had to cancel but not everybody. It looked like three couples plus one other woman were going to make it. That brought us to a round total of ten. Just right for the games set up. Outside there was badminton, horseshoes, and a cornhole board. Inside Cassie had set up a couple of card tables.
The first two guests to arrive were Dave and JoAnn. Dave was about 6′ 3″ and JoAnn was about 6′ tall. Dave was average build with no hint at being even a little overweight. JoAnn was, well, let’s say she had legs clear up to her nice ass, and boobs that looked to be a pleasant size D. Dave looked like he could be packing a nice tool, too. OK, OK, OK. Where the hell is this all coming from? Two days ago I was, well, as I said, pretty much a heterosexual male. Now look at me, checking out every guy’s junk. But believe me. I am not giving up on women one iota.
The next three to show up were all friends of Cassie first, and Steve by association. Vicky, brunette, was about 5′ 5″ with nice C cup boobs, a little bit of a belly, a very round ass, and thick thighs. Veronica (Ronnie is what she preferred to be called), brunette also and Vicky’s twin sister, was about the same height as Vicky, very slim with maybe a B cup boobs, and very slender legs. She looked like she could use a few months of just pasta dinners. But, they were both very pretty and I wouldn’t kick either of them out of the bed…only if there was more room on the floor. And then there was Chloe. She stood 5′ 7″ and had the most beautiful red hair that went straight down to the back of her knees. Her boobs stood out like torpedoes and looked amazing in the light green halter top she was wearing. If I had to guess I’d say she was an E cup. She was athletically built and I could tell she exercised daily. She had an amazing smile and smelled like fresh cut lilacs.
The last couple to show up was Mike and April. This couple seemed a little different to me but I couldn’t quite figure them out. Mike was a little tame in his demeanor whereas April seemed a little over possessive. Eh, seemed to be a nice couple anyway.
Most everybody knew everyone else, except for Chloe and me. By the way, I have red hair too. But much shorter.
Steve gathered the males together to handle the cooking and drinks. I noticed that April kept her eyes on Mike. Cassie and all the ladies gathered in the kitchen nook and set everything up inside, just in case the rain decided to make a reappearance. Looked like there’d be no swimming today.
Once everyone seemed settled, Steve and Cassie started organizing games. Teams were picked by pulling papers with names out of a hat. Two per team. One male and one female, except for the last two. Steve had one hat and Cassie had another. We had one more female than male, so April was put in with the males.
When all the pairing was done the couples were: Vicky and Steve, Ronnie and Dave; Cassie and Mike (and boy did April give them a stare-down); April and JoAnn; and Chloe and me.
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Cassie let everybody know the fatih escort rules of the games: competing teams would be picked out of a jar by one of the team members. Team 1 would play Team 2. The losing team would be eliminated from that game. The winning team would play Team 3. The losing team would be eliminated from that game. The winning team would play Team 4. The losing team would be eliminated from that game and the winning team would play Team 5. Once two teams were eliminated they would move on to the next game and the next losing team would join them.
First game up: badminton. JoAnn and April v. Chloe and me. It started out very smoothly, but then April seemed to get a little aggressive. I don’t think she liked to lose. Chloe was really good but opposite JoAnn’s 6′ height she seemed much shorter. Well, we lost by two points. I didn’t care though. I was having fun and I didn’t mind watching Chloe bouncing around.
When we finished Chloe sidled up next to me as we grabbed a drink — me a lemon-lime soda, her a wine spritzer — and she whispered to me, “Do you think April has an overly possessive issue with Mike? If anyone even looks at Mike she gets this mean look on her face. Somebody needs to spank her ass.” I looked at her and laughed. “That’s exactly the first impression I got,” I said, and laughed. Then I mentioned, “I’m not a drama person and I’m just here to have fun. If something is up, I hope it’ll work itself out without any disagreement.”
JoAnn and April went on to win the next two games, eliminating Vicki and Steve and then Ronnie and Dave. That left her husband, Mike, and Cassie. Chloe and I moved on to the horseshoe pit to play Vicki and Steve, while JoAnn and April were eliminating Ronnie and Dave. We played to a tie so we had to play one more round. I topped Steve’s shoe and Chloe and I whooped it up as the first winning team in horseshoes. We were laughing so hard that we almost missed the drama in the badminton game…JoAnn and April lost to Cassie and Dave. Not just lost, but lost by nine points. I could hear April yelling at her husband that he cheated. I felt a little uncomfortable. This was supposed to be a fun time and I hoped they got things settled very soon. Steve pulled me aside and whispered, “Ross. It’ll work out fine before the end of the night. April doesn’t like to share Mike. If you’re here up to the card games you’ll see why.” I just shook my head.
Chloe and I took the next two games in horseshoes as well. JoAnn and April seemed as though they literally threw the game. When Cassie and Mike came up to play, Mike grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside. He started to apologize for his wife’s outburst and poor sportsmanship and said she was very possessive and always wanted to be the focal point and didn’t like to lose. I just looked at him and kept my mouth shut.
Our game came down to Chloe’s toss…and she topped Cassie’s shoe giving us the win. Chloe pumped her fist up and down and then grabbed me in a great big hug and she kissed me full on! Her kiss was firm but her full lips were ever so soft. Damn. Well, there I went again. Hard as a rock. Chloe pulled me in tight and rubbed her pelvic bone up against my boner. I could have fucked her on the spot. Someone murmured lightly, “Get a room.” Chloe turned toward JoAnn and both women laughed. Cassie looked at me and coughed. I just shrugged my shoulders…and smiled.
The cornhole games went off without any bitching by April. Chloe and I were last up. Again we were matched up against JoAnn and April. I couldn’t match April’s toss. She was spot on almost every throw. They beat us by 45 points. So I decided to throw a fake tantrum. I laid down on the ground and started pounding my fists and kicking my legs. Steve came over, sat on my lower back and started slapping away at my ass. Cassie and Chloe were next. Once I let them know I’d had enough everybody started laughing.
Dave and Mike had been tending the grill while Vicki and Ronnie had been inside working on the salads and things. We all gathered in the nook to eat and drink. It was once again a good, fun time with lots of laughter. Everybody seemed to be drinking quite a lot as well, except me.
*******
After we finished eating we all pitched in to clean up everything both outside and inside, including seeing that the dishes were done.
*******
Steve and Cassie called Chloe and me aside and we went out into the back yard area. “You two don’t have to participate in the card games. Things can get a little carried away once we get started. If you want to leave now everybody will understand,” Cassie said. Steve looked at Chloe and me and said, very shyly almost, “These games are sexual. Very sexual.” I looked at him and just smirked.
Chloe looked at them both and asked, “Just how sexual?”
Cassie started explaining that the games were strip poker and the first rule was there would be one winning hand per deal. All losers had the option of either remove an article of clothing or take a dare from the person who won the hand. If they refused the dare they had to remove all articles of clothing and they could not refuse any future dares or they had to go to “the hole”. At this point here it seemed both Chloe and I wanted to know what “the hole” was all about.
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