Margaritas at the Lake

"Uh...I.."

"Sshh." He steps closer and shrugs off his own robe. His wonderful cock only inches from my face. Thank god for whoever invented margaritas, or I never would have been brave enough to grasp his cock and lean in to take it into my mouth. I had never done this, and his cock is so big, I had trouble handling it. He didn't seem to mind, he kept praising my efforts.

"Oh, John. You do that so well. Jesus, you're better that Louise at that."

This was high praise for him. I was glad I was doing a good job. Especially since it was my first time.

I was really starting to get into it, and was able to take a little more of his cock, when he stopped me. He practically had to pull my face from his crotch.

"I want to try some experimenting too." He said pushing me back on the bed. He got on the floor between my legs and took my dick in his hand. He licked it from balls to crown before swallowing it. I'd had no sexual attention from anyone, except rosy palm, in thirteen years, so I knew I wouldn't last long.

After less than a minute I said "Oh god..Stop stop stop."

He pulled away and climbed into the bed with me. I barely let him settle before I was on his cock again. For some reason I needed to please him. Maybe I just felt indebted to him after all the time I had spent at this nice lake house. Or maybe it was because he was just a marvelous example of manhood. Maybe just because I could relate to him losing his wife and being lost. Whatever the reason, I knew I wanted him to cum.

When his cock hit the back of my mouth, I swallowed and fought my gag reflex and allowed his cock to enter my throat. I could feel the fat bell end stretching my throat tissue, but I was determined to take it all. His cock was so hard and straight, it wouldn't conform to the curve down my throat. I would just have to settle on what I could get.

I worked his cock from memory and what I thought would feel good to me. I didn't rush and I actually enjoyed the experience. I was pleasing a sexual partner for the first time in years. That has always been my goal, my partner's pleasure. Now I had a chance to do it again, and I was making the best of it. I could tell he was enjoying the sensations, and the fact that I kept his orgasm at bay for as long as possible.

Then I pushed him over the cliff and took his cock into my throat again. I could feel his cock pulse as it sent his load directly into my gullet. My stomach heaved as it received four strong blasts of the offering, but I took it all. He was still lurching as he wound down, sending even more manna down my throat.

When he had calmed down and softened some, he again had to pull me off his beautiful cock. He leaned down and took me into his mouth. I didn't last long. The build up was long in coming and I was too excited. Very quickly I emptied into his mouth. He didn't hesitate to swallow my load.

Sometime in the aftermath, I passed out. I awoke with my head throbbing, and it took me a minute to realize I was in Robert's bed. Then it all came back to me. I looked at my bedmate sleeping peacefully, and saw the evidence of morning wood tenting the sheet over his groin. I tentatively reached over and grasped his cock. He didn't move, so I ducked under the sheet and took it into my mouth again.

I was slowly nursing on his cock, when he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me further down.

"I was so drunk last night, I thought it was a dream." He almost whispered.

"Oh god, John, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping, and I didn't until I earned my reward. When he pulled me off this time, he got up and went to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to go to my own room and get a quick shower, and dressed.

I could smell coffee as I came downstairs. "There you are. Care for some breakfast?" Robert asked.

"Not really hungry right now." I said. I thought of mentioning the protein shake I'd already had, but didn't.

We spent the rest of the day like old friends. Fishing, chatting about our kids and work. Drinking like men do on fishing boats. Just normal manly shit.

We had a nice fish dinner, prepared by Robert, and relaxed in the den with another pitcher of margaritas.

When Robert poured yet another glass full for me, I said "Slow down, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Do I need to?" He asked with grin and a gleam in his eye.

I looked at him and knew what he was saying. "I'd rather the memory not be erased before it actually happens." I replied.

He sat the pitcher down, and carried our drinks into his bedroom. I didn't need a second invitation, and followed. We undressed and fell into a sixty nine position. From this angle, I could take more of his cock into my throat. I loved the sound he made as he realized I had taken most of him in. Who would ever guess a big strong construction worker like me, was now a deep throat artist.

We both wanted the experience to last, so we didn't rush things. Eventually I came first. With that off my mind, I could pay closer attention to what I was doing to him. Soon Robert took my head into his hands, and basically face fucked me. I didn't mind, in fact I liked it a lot.

Sitting up with our backs against the headboard, we drank our melted but still refreshing margaritas and chatted. "How's the experimenting going for you, John?" Robert asked with a smile.

"Surprisingly good."

"Did you ever think you would be doing something like this?" He was asking seriously.

"No. In fact, I thought my days of sex with anyone, other than me, were over. I had resigned myself to a life of internet porn and jerking off. If I were to be honest, I would even go as far as to say I was a bit afraid to have sex with a woman again."

"Why? You're a good looking guy, and your equipment works just fine. I can attest to that." He laughed.

"You know how it is. As a couple grow accustom to each other and start talking about fantasies and stuff. If you're married to a woman for years and you tell her you want to fuck her ass. She'll either indulge you or tell you no fucking way. But she probably wouldn't leave you. If I started with some woman and she wants to know my fantasies, I tell her I want to watch some well hung guy fuck her brains out and then eat her sloppy pussy, she's out the door in a blink, and telling everyone I'm a pervert."

I noticed Robert's cock jump a bit. "Yeah, that was one of my favorites too." He said.

"But you have a big cock. It would be really hard to find a guy with a bigger one to fuck your wife."

"I just wanted to see her let go with a guy, you know. She wouldn't let me fuck her ass, but a guy your size she might. Too bad we didn't know each other then. I could have fucked your wife with my big cock and you could do my wife's ass. Then we could trade places and eat them out. That would be killer fun."

By now his cock was solid, and I reached down began stroking it. "I would have loved to see this monster sliding in and out of my wife." I said as I bent to take in my mouth again.

"That's right, John. Suck my big cock. You like that big cock don't you?"

"Mm hmm" Was all I could say with my mouth full.

"Get it nice and wet so I can give it to your wife." Robert continued. My cock was instantly hard.

"Mmm."

"You want me to fuck your wife don't you?"

"Mm hmm." The mental image had my dick dripping.

"She's going to love my cock, John. She's going to want more of it, isn't she?"

"Mmm hmm." He seem to know just the right buttons to push.

"Would you like me fuck her for you all the time?

"MMmmm."

"She's going to like my cock more than yours." He said as he grabbed my head and started fucking my face.

"MMMM."

"She'll be addicted to my big cock and not want yours anymore."

I reached down for my own cock and I had barely touched it and spewed my load. Robert entered my throat and deposited his seed in a huge blast.

"All those things you were saying, I mean..I don't.." I started to explain to Robert.

"It's just a common cuckold fantasy. One of my favorites too. I love the alpha male roll."

"Cuckold?"

"A cuckold is a man whose wife fucks someone else. With or without his knowledge. It's a common fantasy for guys to want to share their wives. You seemed to like it, so I ran with it."

"That isn't something I would want anyone to know about." I was getting a little nervous.

"Is any of this something you would want people to know about?"

"Good point. No, it isn't. Especially our kids."

"Exactly. If we decide to paint ourselves blue and swing on the ceiling fan with a feather duster up our ass, no one finds out. It's just between us. This is our experiment."

"Okay, I'm open for anything. Well, maybe not the blue paint."

"Oh.. the ceiling fan and feather duster is fine, but you draw the line at paint?" He bemused.

"Yeah, I get enough paint on me at work. I don't need it during playtime as well."

In the morning I woke him with another blow job. "Damn, you're getting even better at that." Robert said then went down on me and returned the favor.

When he dropped me at home later, he asked "Next Friday, same time?"

"Sure."

Wednesday, Abby invited me to dinner at their house. She made a marvelous rack of lamb with mint sauce. Mark was the perfect host as well. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch every once in awhile and wonder how Abby liked his big cock.

"Mark said Robert invited you to the lake house last weekend." Abby mentioned during dinner.

"Yeah. It's so nice up there, who would turn it down. Robert's a great guy, and we seem to get along well, too."

"Dad said you're his new best friend. I'm glad you two are getting along." Mark added.

"Well, he's a great guy. Spending time with friends drinking and fishing doesn't bother me in the least. Going again this weekend too."

"I'm glad. You've never taken much time for yourself. You deserve some relaxation." Abby stated, then added "Lord only knows what kind of trouble two good looking bachelors can get into. Just don't go getting anyone pregnant."

I choked and coughed and snorted the tea I was drinking out my nose at that.

"You okay, Dad?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, fine. Don't worry. No one is going to get pregnant." I assured her. I have swallowed enough cum that, if it were possible, it could happen.

Friday didn't arrive fast enough for me. Robert arrived right on time for our drive to the lake. I don't quite understand it, but throughout the trip, I kept glancing at his crotch. I wanted to pull out his cock and suck it the entire way. If it weren't for the winding mountain roads we travel, I might have done it. Something about being found dead at the bottom of a mountain, with a bitten off cock in my mouth, just goes against my grain.

"Let's unwind by the pool." Robert suggested, then began taking his clothes off. He tossed them on the sofa, and walked out naked. With the surrounding property and the lake, it's very private, so I just followed suit.

"I usually stay nude up here when I'm alone. Now that we are comfortable around each other, there's no reason not to."

"A couple of friendly blow jobs, and suddenly we're 'comfortable'. Pretty presumptuous of you, don't you think?" I laughed.

He walked over and stood beside me, cock right in front of my face. "This is presumptuous." He said, rubbing his cock on my lips.

Of course I took it into my mouth.

"I knew you wanted to do that since you got in the car. And I presume you want to swallow my load when I'm ready."

I looked up into his eyes, and nodded, not wanting to stop what I was doing. I slurped and suckled and gave it the attention it deserved.

"Sucking my cock has made your dick hard. You like our little experiment don't you John?"

"Mm hmm."

"I do too. I really enjoy our time together. Oh God, you do that so well."

After I swallowed his offering, I didn't want to relinquish his cock. I nursed on it until it softened in my mouth. Robert just let me, rubbing my head and occasionally stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Want to watch the sunset from the boat? We could even spend the night in the cabin if you want."

"Sure, I'm up for anything." I said.

"Anything? Careful. I may take you up on that." He said devilishly.

I sat next to him on the bridge as he steered the powerful boat toward the center of the lake. He casually placed his hand on my thigh as we rode. I felt like a teenaged girl on a date. My boyfriend's hand on my leg as he drove his 57 chevy to the burger stand.

He dropped anchor, and went below, returning with a pitcher of margaritas. We sat at the back of the boat, enjoying the cool breeze and slight rocking of the boat. His hand stayed on my thigh, squeezing it every few minutes. We didn't speak, just wallowing in the moment.

"Do you want to go back to the house or stay on the boat?" Robert asked as the sun's last rays colored the sky.

"I'm happy here. We can even get an early jump on the fish." I replied.

After a few minutes he said. "John, I took the liberty of leaving something for you on the counter in the head."

It took me a moment to remember that 'head' means toilet in boat speak.

"I mean.. That is if you want... You don't have to. I just thought you might."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I went below. I hadn't been in the cabin. Damn it was nice. Soft lighting, tv, stereo, small kitchen. The bed took up the very front of the boat.

I found the door to the 'head' and entered. On the counter was a box of disposable enemas. Talk about presumptuous.

"Could I have some more margarita?"

"Sure. You take the rest of this, and I'll make some more." Robert said, emptying the pitcher into my glass. It's strange, I've drank more in the last three weeks, than in the previous thirty years. Of course I've been doing a lot more than just drinking too.

Robert returned, and topped off my glass and poured more for himself. As he sat his hand went to my thigh again. His thumb stroking my skin slowly. We sat in silence, the sun now gone. Ripples splashing against the boat, and the slight bobbing, almost lulling me to sleep.

"I don't know if it's the atmosphere or the margaritas, but I'm ready to go to bed." I said after about an hour.

"Let me secure the boat and I'll join you." Robert said.

I went below and undressed then crawled into the bed, facing away from the entry. A moment later I heard Robert enter, and go to the head. He was sure to see the opened package. I heard the swoosh of the latrine, the door open and close, then a moment later Robert slid into the bed behind me.

I was nervous, excited, and scared. I waited passively to see what he would do next. The answer came when I felt his lips on my neck then my shoulder. His arm came over my hip and he grasped my iron hard dick. He pulled me back into him and I felt his cock along my butt crack and spine.

It felt slick, so I guessed he had used some lube on it. The implication of that caused a moan to escape my lips. He continued kissing my neck and along my shoulder blade, while stroking my dick. I was lost in the moment, but soon noticed I was grinding my butt against his cock. He noticed too.

"Do you want it?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded very slightly.

He pulled away from me, then I felt his cock at my entrance.

"Is this what you want?"

I nodded again.

"Tell me. Is this what you want?"

"Yes, I want it." I pleaded.

He knew my surrender was complete. He applied pressure, forcing his thick head against my pucker. Just when I thought there was no way in hell I would open enough to let his monster in, it happened. Jesus it hurt. I tried to escape the intruder, but Robert held on to me.

He kissed my neck again, and whispered to me "It's okay. The worse part is over." I knew he was right, but that didn't ease the pain any. He caressed my chest and slid his hand down to my now less erect dick. Stroking it slowly with two fingers and his thumb, it began to regain it firmness.

Soon he was moving his hips in time with his stroking of my dick. There was nothing to impede his advance, and I began to relax and try to concentrate on the new sensations. In my mind, he was sliding it all into me. In reality he was making about three inch strokes.

I became accustomed to the stretching and started to wiggle my butt on him. He took this as a sign to give me more. Never letting my dick out of his hand, he increased the depth of his invasion. Going deeper and deeper on each stroke, till I had taken it all. Then he slid almost out, then all the way back in, agonizingly slow. Jesus what a sensation. He did this repeatedly, making me groan with each stroke. He was claiming his territory.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Mm hmm."

He picked up the pace a bit giving me very long strokes. I couldn't stop myself from pushing back into him.

He stopped "You like me in your ass, don't you." He said holding my hips against his. I squirmed around, trying to get him to move.

"Tell me." He demanded.

"I like you in my ass." I groaned.

"What do you want?" He whispered in my ear.

"I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."

It must have been the right answer, because he did just that. And did it beyond belief. I shot a load shortly after he began plowing me. He was holding my dick and felt it pulse out my load.

"There you go baby. I'll give you what you need. Who's ass is this?"

"It's yours. Just keep fucking me. Please." I begged.

"Can I have it again?"

"Oh god yes. Anytime." I moaned.

I could actually feel his cock expand and become more rigid as he emptied himself inside me, pushing me over the edge again. I came a second time in his hand.

When he had recovered some, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked off my cream.

He drew me close and nuzzled my neck, leaving his cock buried in my welcoming ass. Soon I could hear his steady sleep breathing. I lay there with his arm around me, his breath in my ear, feeling very content. The slow rocking of the boat soon put me to sleep.

Later his deflated, yet still in me, cock began to stiffen. It woke me as it grew to its enviable size. It woke him too. He moved it in and out slowly. Not really trying to cum, just letting me know I was his. He kissed my neck and cuddled me as he staked his claim. I felt very girly, yet good too. My man was loving on me without wanting to orgasm. That, to me, is a high compliment.

Apparently men's cocks stiffen and relax throughout the night. Being asleep myself I had never noticed this. That is until I had a large cock in my ass all night that kept stiffening and relaxing. When it became rigid it would wake me. It's hard to sleep with a ten inch pipe in your ass. Most disturbing was that I wanted it to fuck me every time it got hard.

Sometime near dawn, his cock woke him too. He nuzzled my neck, stroked in and out a few times, then withdrew from me. I wanted to scream "Put it back!", but didn't.

I heard him washing up in the head, then come out and start coffee. I went to the head and when I came out, he had breakfast going. I realized I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning, and the scrambled eggs and bacon smelled great.

We ate on deck, then got out the fishing rods. Nothing was said about our night of anal passion. We were friends fishing together. Though I had trouble not looking at his crotch.

Do girls who give up their cherries constantly look at the crotch of the boy who took it? Do they think about what it looks like confined in the pants, and what it felt like inside them? Do they want to reach out and take it their hands and play with it?

Several times Robert would catch me staring at it, smile knowingly, and pat my thigh. It was like he was saying "Don't worry sweetie, I'll give it to you later." and I would blush at the thought.