Late Summer Afternoon

I was 17 or 18 when I met M. I don't remember how I met him, but I know he worked at one of the local radio stations so I'm sure it had something to do with that. M was about 30 and had an apartment in the city. On days that I didn't have afternoon classes, I would drive over there at lunch and spend the balance of the day fucking him. He didn't really stand out in any particular way, and I probably wouldn't remember him at all save for two things: he was the first in what would become a succession of people to breathlessly say to me "Wow, I don't normally come from blow jobs, but..." and one incident that happened in late summer, just before I left for college.

On this particular day, M had come to pick me up and he had a friend with him. T was tall, had long blond hair touched with gray, was a fair bit older than M and was friendly and soft spoken. We were apparently going to T's house to hang out. T lived in the way out part of town that was just in between the outlying suburbs and the edge of farm country. His house was a beautiful sprawling ranch with an in-law suite where his mother lived (she fixed us sandwiches) and an enormous backyard. In the backyard there was a small building that served as a combination tool shed, sun room and art studio. This was where we were when T said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone," and slipped out the back door.

We had our clothes off in a flash. There was a floral patterned couch against one wall - In a moment I found myself laying on it with my arms pinned behind my head and M on top of me, thrusting his rock hard cock into my cunt with enough force to push the couch sideways until it hit the corner of the room and couldn't move any further. He came immediately after I did, as if my pussy clenching around his cock was more than he could handle. We found a blanket, threw it over us, spooned on the couch talking with the late afternoon sun sun slanting through the windows until I felt his cock stiffen again against the back of my leg. He kissed my neck and slipped his cock back inside me from behind, fucking me slowly this time with one arm wrapped around me holding me against his chest. This was the moment when T came back in with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on a tray. M froze a second, but when I didn't appear to have an objection to T being there and watching us, he slid his hand down to hold my hip and went back to fucking me, a little harder now.

It seems to me now that this was probably something they'd had planned all along, but at the time it didn't occur to me. The truth was I was immediately turned on that T was watching us. He'd set down his tray and was leaning back against a table smiling serenely at us. Despite the fact that I liked it, I became self conscious because I didn't actually know what I should be looking: at T? At M? Off into space? I solved this problem by shutting my eyes and keeping them shut, all that time while M started fucking me harder and harder. The blanket slipped down a bit, exposing my breasts. I ignored it, imagining T looking, keeping my eyes shut, until...

I felt a rough hand very gently push my hair back from my face and run a thumb softly over my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked up to see T standing just in front of me, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while his other hand continued to stroke my face. He was still smiling his kind smile at me. M looked up and said feebly, "Dude, what are you doing?" I still don't know whether that was play acting on his part or if he was genuinely surprised and I really don't care. T held my gaze as he moved his hand to cup my chin, lightly pressing his thumb to my bottom lip and pulling it down slightly. Obediently I opened my mouth for him and his smile got deeper as he stepped forward just a bit and fed me his cock. It was very thick and I had to squirm a bit to adjust my position so I could fit him in my mouth. He let me suck him just as I wanted, never pushing my head, only slightly thrusting his hips at me, with one hand gently cradling my head so I wouldn't strain my neck and the other hand continuing to softly stroke my hair. M in the meantime had twisted the lower half of my body so that my hips were facing downward and pulled me up to my knees. He sat up a bit on his knees and positioned me so I was basically astride his lap, except that I was leaned forward with my mouth wrapped around T's fat cock and holding my upper body up with my hands on the armrest. M grabbed my hips and started pounding my cunt ferociously, reaching one hand around and pinching my clit hard, making my pussy pulse and twitch every time he squeezed it.

T came first, holding my head still with both hands and pushing his cock in deep, filling my mouth with so much come that some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, which he gently wiped away with his thumb and a smile. The taste of him in my mouth pushed me over the edge and I came, almost shrieking, reaching back and digging my nails into M's legs. Once again my orgasm seemed to trigger M's and with a loud moan he emptied his load into my pussy. I never did asked them if it was something they had planned. Instead I lay down on the couch, my legs draped across M's lap, my head resting in T's, sipping lemonade and watching the sun set on a gorgeous late summer day.