Mark entered The Shack later than he did the week before. The rain had delayed his arrival as every cab appeared to have a passenger sp it took him twice as long to flag down a cab delaying his arrival. He hated this, all Mark wanted to do is meet up with Gillian and John. He wanted to know if they even wanted to be with him at all.
Marked looked around and at first did not see either of them. He walked over to the bar and shifted his fingers through his wet hair, frustrated and hurt that the fates might be working against him. That was when he heard a woman scream from above, “MARK!!!! Up here!!!”
Mark looked up and saw Gillian up on the second level smiling and waving down to him. The sight of her brought a smile to his face. Then from behind her John’s head popped out beside her also smiling down to him as John yell down to him, “Get up here!!!! We have a spot up here for you!!!”
Mark gave them both a big smile and nodded to them as he looked around to the stairs to the second level. He saw the steps were across the room and slowly walked towards them and climbed up. Once he ascended the stairs there stood Gillian and John smiling at him.
Gillian gave Mark a big hug followed by a deep and passionate kiss. She brought her hands down to firmly squeeze his ass-cheeks in a playful way. This move took Mark a little by surprise as he fletched and tightened. When the embrace ended it was John’s turn to greet Mark.
Mark opened his arms and offered John a hug. It was at this time that doubt started to fill Mark’s mind, was he presumptuous in kissing John like he did last week? Did John only kiss him back so he did not feel rejected? His thoughts were quickly answered when John moved in to accept the hug and proceeded to give Mark the same kiss he had given him the previous week.
“Glad you decided to return today. We were not sure you were coming back” John said after they separated and started to lead Mark to a sofa.
Mark noticed things were a little different here on the second floor, first it was a little darker then downstairs and the sexual energy was more evident as well. Though everyone was still clothed, the energy was there and the display of affection was not hidden. He saw all sorts of couples up here making out and exploring each other’s bodies over their cloths. He openly saw men kissing both men and women; women kissing men and women and there were several threesomes locked in embraces.
“I am sorry finding a cab was next to impossible with the rain.”
“That is what we thought, but we were unsure if you would return.” Gillian stated looking into Mark’s eyes.
“You two are all I have been thinking of all week.” Mark said with a smile. He could see their shoulder’s drop and relax. They too must have been thinking about him all week.
“I have been looking so forward to tonight, it make the week unbearably long and frustrating.” Mark said smiling.
The both returned his to him when Gillian asked, “Do you mind if I am forward with you, Mark?”
This shook Mark a little. Were they going to turn him down tonight? Did his tardiness force them to see out the company of another person? “Not at all.” Mark responded meekly attempting to maintain a poker face not showing his nervousness.
“I do not know if you know this, but after last week, John and talked about you all week.” Gillian said.
Mark thought Gillian was going to drop the boom and say they thought twice about him, and would send him on his way.
“We really like you,” Gillian continued “and we want to take you home with us tonight. That is if you want to come with us.”
Mark was relieved by what Gillian had said, “If you will have me, I am willing to follow you and see how things turn out.”
“ I would expect nothing less.” Gillian said as she gave mark a soft hug.
Marks first thoughts were on how attractive the two of them were as he returned the hug back to Gillian. Mark felt her soft body meld with his made his cock swell which he was sure she could feel through her dress. Her hand slid down his back and rested on his ass to pull his crotch closer to her. She wanted to feel that erection, his excitement swell in his pants while also press against her.
While still in the embrace, she raised her head to look up at him. Some of her dark hair had fallen into her face. She looked up at through the hair and gave him a sensual smile of approval as she had indeed felt his cock and was getting more impressed as he grew even harder.
Where they ended their embrace, Mark admired Gillian’s knee length black dress which hugged and showed off each of her incredible curves. The V-neck gave view of her ample cleavage bounced and swayed with her every movement. Mark was sure John and Gillian both knew how erect his cock was for her. Not her but the both of them.
Gillian grasped both men’s hand and led them to a sofa where they nestled in closely tighter, sharing their body heat with each other. Mark sat in the middle while John and Gillian sat on either side of him. They sat there for the next few hours continuing last week’s conversation covering a range of topics from work, favorite foods, movies and sexual likes and desires.
As the evening progressed both Gillian and John would softly touch Mark while Mark returned the favor with a similar touch. It started with Gillian running her hands softly up and down his should, feeling his muscles. Mark softly brought his hand softly down her spine down to the crack of her ass.
John from time to time would place his hand on Mark’s thigh, each time he did so, the hand rested closer to his crotch leaving Mark excited and wanting and waiting for his had to finally land on what he knew they both wanted his hand to land on.
The crowd excitement ebb and flow as people mulled around conversed creating their own excitement all the while oblivious to the energy and excitement of the threesomes playful touching game which was slowly escalating in sexual energy and tension.
Mark, Gillian and John so desperately wanted all the customers to depart so they could live out what they were thinking. Mark wanted to get them both naked in front of him. He wanted John naked in front of him, to take what must be hard cock in his mouth while Gillian in between his legs taking his cock in her mouth.
Gillian wanted to lay Mark on his back and lay naked on top of Mark ad allowing him to lap up her moist pussy while taking his cock in her mouth while Mark slowly lapped her moist pussy while attempting to put her mouth around both rock hard cocks in her mouth.
John wanted Gillian on top of Mark in a 69 position, her sweet mouth around his cock while Mark sucked and licked her slit only to be disturbed with his cock entering Gillian’s pussy from behind, leaving Mark in the perfect position to lick his prick as he enters Gillian. He wanted to give Mark the chance to offer Gillian’s sweet juices off of his cock.
There was so much they wanted to do and the night continued on. That was until one of the employees walked up to their sofa and said, “Gillian, the last customer has left, we have cleaned everything up and I have counted the registers. Is there anything more you want from us tonight?” This employee KNEW what was going on with the three of them and the staff could not be happier for them.
Gillian looked up at the staff member, in shock as she wondered where the hell did the evening go? While thinking at the same time thank goddess the customers were gone to do what they do after the bar closed and that their night of pleasure could soon start.
The stormy weather only added to Mark’s uncertainty. “Was this stormy night a foreshadow of a bad things or was it cleansing all the bad energy he experienced this past week?” was all that Chad could think. Though he was unsure, he was not going to let it prevent him from unknown possibilities this night might hold for him.
It was last weekend he had met the young couple he was meeting at the bar called, “The Shack”. It was the local “lifestyle” friendly club. He had gone to it because of its rule to accept everyone in a safe and friendly environment, free of judgments.
Last week, Mark dared himself to go and check out the club alone. Before walking in, he did not know what to expect. He initially thought there would be half naked people swinging and dirty dancing and having sex all on every area of the bar. He knew it was a silly thought, but the idea excited him.
When Mark first walked into the bar, he was pleased at the low-key environment. It was two level, the bottom floor was a modest sized dance floor surrounded but a railing and the rest of the floor had small circle tables and some chairs. Along the walls were several sofas as well. Though there was a dance floor, the music was at a level to allow for conversation and not extremely loud.
Mark then found an open seat at the bar and asked the bartender for a simple drink and stood there letting the ambiance soak in and let his preconceive notions get drown out by reality. Once Mark got his drink from the bartender and paid his tab, he turned to face towards everyone else in the bar.
He saw small groups of people talking, smiling, laughing and having a good time. His first feeling was that he did not belong here. It did not seem like it was that much different than any other bar that he had been to. It took him a little time but he then noticed some coupling was different; he noticed along with the men with women coupling he could also notice women with women, men with men, couples with couples and couples with a third all mixed together.
The idea of people being able to be themselves excited Mark so much that he did not notice the couple right next to him. He then felt a soft tap on his shoulder. This shocked him a little but he slowly turned to see a woman, a little shorter than he standing there smiling at him.
“How are you doing tonight?” she had asked him.
Her smile was so intoxicating to him, all he could do was to return the smile back and say, “Doing well now.” Mark knew that was a shitty line, but that was not his intent to pick her up, but the statement was out there now; there was no taking it back.
“Have you have been here before?” she asked.
“N-no.” Mark responded, “I have been curious about this place for a while now.”
“I thought so. My name is Gillian.” She said. Her voice made had a calming effect on him and excited him a little as well.
“Nice to finally meet you Mark.” This exchange took him off guard as she continued, “Glad you decided to come out.”
“My husband,” she pointed to a man reclining on one of the sofas, who nodded at approvingly to Mark, “and we have been watching you since you came into the bar.”
Mark was taken a little aback by the approach and unsure what was going on and what this was all about. All Mark could muster was almost a blank stare back while continuing to smile at Gillian.
“May you are a quiet one, Mark. Are you alright?”
“I-I am fine.” He said still shocked, confused and unsure what was going on.
“Look, we don’t know where your interest lye, but my husband and I find you attractive and want to get to know you better. Would care to join us? Gillian asked.
To break the silence she then said still smiling, “I hope that did not sound too creepy.”
Mark chucked and a smile returned to his face and he exhaled deeply. “That does not creep me out at all. I would be honored to sit with the two of you”
Mark followed Gillian to the sofa. When they go there, her husband stood and said with a warm smile, “I am John, nice to meet you…”
“This cutie is Mark.” Gillian said finishing the introduction.
“Please have a seat Mark.” John said motioning for him to sit. For the rest of the night the three of them were in conversation. They started to learn more and more about each other. They learned that Mark had bi-sexual interests and had not really acted out on those feeling.
Mark learned that Gillian was the owner of The Shack, in fact she had met her husband at this bar several years ago. John had been a regular here and was well known and liked by many of couples who frequented the bar. The fact was that John was always open to fulfilling everyone’s fantasies and desires.
That night had ended with Mark stating he had to get home as he had an early morning the next day. He had enjoyed the conversation. He felt excited and attracted the both of them. He had hoped they understood and did not think he was backing out of exploring them even more.
Gillian had smiled and opened her arm to give him a hug. As she came in to him, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. What happened next left him in shock.
As John opened his arms to give him a hug, Mark accepted the hug, and he was the one who started to kiss John. It was not a small peck, but a full on open mouth kiss with their tongues intertwine together in a passionate exchange.
For the past week, so many thoughts passed through Mark’s mind, so many different scenarios on how anything might play out between the three of them.
Mark remembered that as soon as he arrived home, he masturbated several times the kiss he shared with both Gillian and John and the to the thought of spending the night with the two of them.
At the beginning of the week Mark’s fantasies started with him bending Gillian over and rapidly fucking her and by Wednesday night he thought of bending them both over and having sex with the both of them. By Thursday night all Mark could think of was what it would feel like to have both Gillian and John suck him off and the follow it by bending John over, spreading his ass cheeks and fucking his tight asshole until he exploded and then wondered what it would feel like to have John do the same to him and then they could top the night off by them both having sex with Gillian
Now it was Friday, and he was on his way to the club, excited to see how the night would progress and wonder how everything would go down…
Keep your eyes out for Part II which will be out real soon. The heat continues to rise at The Shack.
As I prepare for the CatalystCon East 2014, I was so happy to come across THIS article on a recent study which identified fluidity in sexuality is not reserved only to those who identify as women, but similar results can be found in similar portions on individuals who gender identify (GI) themselves as male. The only difference was GI women, when given one choice of sexual prevalence would choose bisexual over an extreme gay or straight identifier than GI men.
This study went on to show, GI men given a single choice would identify at one extreme or the other; however if the GI male is given the option to choose more than one identifier, a great deal would say predominantly keep the extreme an primary and secondary identify the other as well. This is evidence of evolving sexuality preference in both sexes.
This makes a lot of sense to me, as this idea has been floating around my head for many years now. I grew up in a place and time where men were told they can only be onto women and any deviation from that made you “gay”. The “joke’ (it is not really a joke, but a homophobic stereotype under the guise of humor) by Andrew Dice Clay was that “…either you suck dick, or you do NOT suck dick!!!” I remember hearing that disgusting statement from the time I was in my mid to late teens.
So since my mid to late teens I have lived under the rule in sexuality must be either/or rule than the concept of AND, since “bisexuality is only acceptable for women,” there by leaving me extremely confused about my feelings for all the people around me.
Even back then, I knew I was attracted to women a lot more than I was to men, but I always wondered why, sometimes I would think of men in a sexual way. I did not know how or who to voice this thought as it would place me in a label I did not feel truly represent how I felt or thought The closest socially acceptable way I could voice how I felt to other was adopting the statement when I found a man attractive by starting the statement off with, “I am secure in my sex and masculinity to say that” usually a male actor’s name “was attractive.”
My thoughts and fears concerning homosexuality were even further fortified when Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction” came out and I witnessed the brutal rape scene of actor Ving Rhames’ character. The scene did illicit strong emotions of rage, which that scene should, however in my uneducated mind; I equated the attack to homosexuality and not to the viciousness and savageness of the rapist’s actions. This left me even more confused and angry at myself for so many years for being so ambiguous with my feelings to everyone to include myself. This anger at myself stayed with me up to and including the first time I was raped about 10 years ago.
Now back to the article, I feel people should not be limited to a single identity. I do not fit the same mental thought patterns I did yesterday let alone 20, 10 or even five years ago. Then why should our sexual identities be any different. Place that with the de-stigmatization of anal sex as studies are finding the greater population (both men and women) are enjoying the act in greater numbers (READ MAY 2013 SURVEY RESULTS HERE) without associating it to a homosexual act.
So from this point on, when I am asked about my sexual orientation, the only identifier I will now provide is that I am “sexual”. That does not mean I want to have sex with every person, a generality like that would equate if I identified as only heterosexual, I would have sex with every female and the exact opposite if I identified homosexual. To those people I would remind them everyone has standards and likes and dislikes and free choice (with consent) to be sexual with the gender they so choose to be with at that moment,
I have to give a lot of thanks and CREDIT once again to the wonderful Sabrina Morgan (@SabrinaMorgan) for this epiphany. She was the one who provided me the link to the study on anal sex not being identified as “gay sex” and started my journey on DR. JUSTIN LEHMILLER web-site “The Psychology of Human Sexuality” (http://www.lehmiller.com/welcome/) site and I read about the idea of sexual fluidity in men as well.
So let me say this to you now Sabina, thank you!!! I love you for all that you have done for me this year. Also a BIG THANK YOU to Dr. Lehmiller, your studies are having an impact so keep up the great work.
This past weekend was an incredible one for me as I did a LOT of things I thought I would never have the chance to do all the while focusing on my journey and little did I know I was going to participate in the education of others. I truly felt as though I was no longer a spectator in the sex-positive community, I felt as though I was a participant. Let me tell you what happened.
A week ago today, I was attending a well known kinkster weekend event. For those who do not know what a kinkster is, the urban dictionary provides the most accurate explanation as they describe it as “one who enjoys and participates regularly in “kinky” sexual activities“. This event is well known as it attracts and promotes inclusiveness among the different sexual communities. In the pre-conference meet-up happy-hour was amazing to see so many people with different interests and sexual orientations hugging, laughing and enjoying each other company. We all felt safe as we knew we were among family. The energy of the room, hell for the entire weekend, was one of acceptance and free of judgment.
The first night of the conference, they even held a sampler platter of different play situations set-up to try a situation with experts so one could try things out in a safe environment. At this first night sampler I experienced a stun-gun play, erotic feeding, energy play, and water boarding. What a hell of a start of weekend. All of this was a primer for what was yet to come.
The next day, I attended a class titled “G and P Spot Massage”. Now I am not going to reveal the instructor’s name for privacy concerns. At the start of the class she explained her thoughts on the G-Spot was real (which I completely agree with) and addressed the bull-shit “studies” questioning its existence. She went through and described the female anatomy and nerve endings bundling and placement in and around the vaginal area.
Following the description she introduced a woman, whom she knew and negotiated prior to the class, to the head of the class, which was a small classroom of 20 to 30 people (standing room only), and had her disrobe and lay on a table and started to message her. The instructor continued her lecture and would describe what she was feeling while paying careful attention to demonstratee. After about a 15-20 minute demonstration the woman experienced an incredible orgasm and the instructor provided her aftercare.
As the woman was regaining her strength and bearing from her orgasm, the instructor stated, the people she usually demonstrates on were conducting another class at the same time, but she could field questions and discuss the prostate with us all, unless she could find a volunteer who wanted to help her by demonstrating with her. It took me about two seconds to stand up and say I would do it.
I quickly jumped up and went to the table where the previous demonstration took place and started to disrobe completely naked in front of the now 35 or so people now crammed in the room while the instructor placed an absorbent pad on the table. I asked her what was best for her to demonstrate and be visible to most of the class. I told her I was fine on my back or on my hands and knees. She thought the second might be better, so I proceeded to climb on the table and “assumed the position” with my ass facing the crowd.
She proceeded on with her lecture as she told the attendees what she was doing as she did it. She started by placing the lube on her rubber gloved fingers and then on my asshole and started by making circles around the hole and with each circle applying slight pressure on the hole with the pad of her finger tip as I attempted to relax in front of so many people. I had done this before, but not before so many people, let alone strangers. After a few minutes of circles, more lube and pressure her finger slowly slid into my asshole.
Once 3/4th of her finger was in me she asked to me with her cheery voice, and loud enough for the class to hear “It has been awhile for you, hasn’t it? You are damn tight. Please don’t take my finger.” to which I responded with a smile on my face, “Thank you for saying I am tight as I don’t get this as often as I would like. Plus I was looking to take a souvenir home from this convention.”
I could hear the attendees chuckle nervously. That is when I knew, I had to make this informative as well as liven the receiver’s side up to show there is nothing wrong with a man participating and being on the relieving end of anal play.
By now her first finger was completely inside of me and then asked if I wanted a second to which I replied, “If you want to place another finger in, I am alright with that. Hell it feels so good; you can place a third one in and make it a threesome.” This one-liner got some more chuckles and they sounded less nervous.
The instructor even started to chuckle and she gave my ass cheek a soft swat while continuing to slider her finger in and out of me. To the swat she gave me, I looked back at her over my left shoulder with a smile on my face and said, “You already have a finger in my ass, how turned on do you want me to get by spanking me like that?” The room responded with an even more relaxed laugh.
The instructor’s response was by placing the second, well lubed finger in my ass and had both of her fingers work directly on my prostate. The feeling was so good that my arms could not hold my upper body up as I placed my forehead on the table and moaned loudly. “You do sound turned on.” she responded.
It was at this point, I noticed my penis was not erect, but there was plenty of pre-cum on the tip of my dick. It was at this point that I told the class, “Do not let the loss or the absence of an erection make you think that there is something wrong. The loss of an erection sometime is a typical response. The blood which creates the erection is flowing to other erogenous zones being stimulated. The media makes us believe the erection is how you know you are enjoying something, not the pleasures you feel.”
After a few minutes of the instructor thrusting in and out of my with her two fingers she asks me if I want a third finger or try an insertable. I then pull my upper body off the table and look back at her and the crowd and say, “Honey, I am fine with insertables. Hell a few months ago I graduated to a seven incher. So size is not an issue with me.”
This is when I heard the female demo from before say, “Seven inches? Shit, I can barely take that. Good for you!” I and the rest of the room started to laugh at that.
The instructor pulled out one of her insertables and placed a condom on it and then talked everyone into care for toys and then slowly inserted the dildo into my ass. It was about twice circumference of her two fingers. I took a deep breath as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of me. It was at this point a person from the crowd asked, “What is the difference in what you are doing there than the prostate massagers on the market which places pressure on the perineum?”
I told him, “Here there is a fullness which to me is not there with the massager. Also, for me, the sensations are internal over external, which might be a mental thing but the ball for the perineum is pretty unforgiving and at times I find uncomfortable. I enjoy the feeling of internal fullness and movement over the massagers. I want you to know, I have not tried the newer p-massagers with vibration, but a dildo with vibration inside can be incredible.”
At this time the instructor must have noticed the large amount of pre-cum dripping from me as she said to the class, “Let me amplify what Eric said before, erection does not mean the level of enjoyment. See all this drippage here? It appears he is really enjoying this. A lot.” while continuing to thrust her dildo in and out of me.
“Also let me add, which I should have said earlier, I rarely cum externally from pegging. What I experience is an intense orgasm than an external discharge of fluid. I find it to be as intense as a person playing with the head of my cock after an external ejaculation, but all over my entire body.”
Within less than three minutes after saying that, I told her and the class, that I think I was going to orgasm; to which my head dropped down to the table as I let out a loud grunting sound and started to quiver on top of the table and the instructor and the lady who demonstrated at the beginning of class started to provide me after care.
After a few minutes the instructor noticed we went over the allotted time for her class and the 30 minute break between classes. She apologized for the length of class, but all 30+ students stayed and thanked us all of the class. As the students filed out to their next class, I started to get dressed. The instructor thanked me again for doing that. I told her it was my pleasure, as I had orgasm more than once for her and that I hope I did not say anything out of line. She said I hadn’t and that she couldn’t have asked for a better demonstration.
The lady who provided the after care and demonstrated the g-spot section of the class came up to me as I continued to dress myself. She proceeded to thanked me for sharing such an incredible moment with her and the rest of the class. It was such an energetic and emotional sight for her. I thanked her and we hugged (consent from both of us)
Following the class I went outside to have a smoke and say my wife out in front of the hotel. I told her all about it. She said if she had known, she would have loved to have been there to see the scene. I told her she could have it anytime she wanted with a smile.
All the above made my day and convention, but it was the next day that I had two people come up to me about the class; the first was a man in his early 30’s say to me he tried prostate massage and sex with his girlfriend that night and said it was so wonderful and they would have never tried it if it wasn’t for me. The second was an older lady, probably in her late 50’s or early 60’s and said the same thing. She said her husband could not believe he had never had done it, and probably would never had even thought to have ever done something like that if it wasn’t for me.
It is now a week later, and I am humbled at the thought there were at least two people who attempted something new, enjoyed the experience and will be something they will bring forward with them from that point on. The thought which humbles me is the older lady saying her husband would never had thought to do anything like that if he hadn’t seen me do it and the pleasure I experienced. I still get a tear in my eye at the thought.