I met her online. Okay, I know, it can be dangerous, but I’m at an age where danger is what I’m after. It wasn’t a dating site. It was a sex site for libidinous people like me. Aren’t we all!
She had posted pictures that are smutty, obscene, crude, lewd, whatever you might call pussy pictures, finger fucking, a dildo fuck, transgender, anal, a blowjob, et cetera. She wasn’t bashful about sharing her erotic pleasures and sent pictures of her eating out both men and women. I had never met a woman so crazy for sex.
I couldn’t help myself and wrote to her in April. She didn’t reply. I sent her some of my dick pictures and a video of me shooting cum in a martini glass and drinking it. It seemed smutty enough to get her attention. All she wrote was, "Yum! Nice cock, but I’m bicurious. I have a girlfriend, and I’m married to a gay guy.”
I wrote back and said I wanted to meet them. She said she favored cunts more than dicks. I said, “So do I. We can make it a threesome with your girlfriend.” I didn’t hear from her for two or three weeks. I was encouraged when she finally wrote, saying her name was Katerina. I said mine was Peter Nolan, but it wasn’t. We were making progress.
Over a few weeks, I sent more pictures, some with me screwing my girlfriend. Katerina sent me a link to a website where she and others were having sex with transgender women. I was out of my mind, horny. I begged her, telling Katerina how I needed to join her and her friends.
At the end of June, she wrote that her husband, Karl, said it would be okay if I met them. There was an obstacle. I live in the United States. She lived in the Czech Republic. It wasn’t a problem.
I flew into Vaclav Havel Airport Prague on an overnight flight, and we met at the airport. Katerina introduced me to her husband. They both spoke perfect English, so communication wasn’t a problem. They took me to their home a half hour from the airport. Before I unpacked, Katerina and I fucked with her husband in the next room watching soccer. Karl told me the next morning that he was accustomed to his wife taking strangers to bed. Then he added, it was only unusual that you are a man. We have a compatible arrangement. She likes women while I prefer men.
After dinner, Karl took videos of me fucking his wife, posting it on their amateur porn website. God, she was amazing, or maybe a great actress! Actress or slut, it was evident that Katerina loved sex, and she liked to be in charge.
At first, she sat on my head, making sure I found her clit. She spread her pussy lips, pinching her sensitive jewel that popped out of its hood like a miniature penis. Sucking it just made it swell even more, followed by Katerina’s repeated orgasms.
Next, it was my turn. Katerina had an unusual but effective way of having me cum. Instead of taking me in her mouth, she firmly squeezed my cock, licking the underside of my bulbous head. It was unbelievable because even though the sensation was exceptional, I had no urge to cum right away. So, the pleasure lasted and lasted, but when I finally ejaculated on her face; it was an explosion.
In the morning, Karl saw me stepping out of the shower. “Dobré ráno,” he said.
“Good morning, Karl.”
“I hope you had a pleasant evening. Katerina was very pleased with you. We both think you have a nice body and a beautiful cock. When we saw the pictures you sent, that is why we invited you here. Katerina thought you would make a good lover for me.
What?” I asked. “You wanted my cock, not Katerina?”
“Of course. Do you mind sharing?”
“Yes, I mind. I’m straight.”
“You know, Peter, men need to have intimate relationships that don’t include women. Women seem to be more comfortable having sex together than men. Certainly, Katerina feels that way. You might be surprised at how lustful it is to be with a man. I’ll get us started,” and he pulled out a mostly erect cock. “You see, just looking at you is getting me hard. It doesn’t take a woman to stimulate us.”
Karl stroked himself into a hard, swollen erection and said, “What do you think?”
I wanted to be polite and said, “You have a handsome cock, Karl.” It was okay, slightly curved with pronounced veins, twenty centimeters long. In inches, that’s almost eight. His balls were shaved and hung low like a sack of figs. I turned to go and said “I need to get dressed, Karl.”
“Let’s get you up, first.” He came close to me and stroked me into a growing erection. I felt uneasy but was surprisingly aroused, feeling my cock swell, making it stronger each minute.
“Help me, Peter. I’m so turned on I need a hand. Give my penis a hug.” I had never touched another dick, only my own. It was already hard and pulsating when I gave him a couple of light squeezes.
I was caught between a new kind of lust and apprehension. Lust always wins me over. We stroked each other until Karl went down on me and took my dick in his mouth, making me forget about resisting. I couldn’t wait and came almost immediately.
“Ooh, that was a mouthful, Peter. You made me so happy. Now it’s your turn, Peter. I want to make you happy too,” he said compassionately.
I had never sucked cock and had always thought it was demeaning. This was different, more like a matter of ‘when in Rome …’. I was consumed by a certain kind of desire I had never had before. I had to try it and sucked him off.
So, there I was for the first time with a mouthful of the man’s cum. He had lasted a lot longer than me, but not that long. The taste was salty and new, an acquired taste. Karl gave me a glass of vodka to wash it down.
We were sitting in the kitchen, still naked, for over an hour, drinking vodka and talking about America and music. I wasn’t dunk but had a good buzz with an erection that just wouldn’t quit. When our conversation turned to sex, he said he wanted to fuck me. I assured him I wasn’t ready for that, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Look, Peter, you came here for sex. This is what we do, and I expected you to be my guest in the same way as you are Katerina’s guest.”
“I understand, Karl, but I’ve never been fucked by a man.”
“You’ll like it both ways. After I finish, you will pleasure yourself in me. In the end, we’ll be pleasuring each other. Now, bend over the table and show me your ass.”
I didn’t like it, but I bent over, feeling rather ridiculous.
“Spread your butt.” I pulled my cheeks apart, and he squirted something in my anus. He fingered my butthole for a minute or two, with me taking deep breaths in anticipation of the inevitable. I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Then all of a sudden, he was in.
“Ow, oh, oh my God.” I wailed. After five or six thrusts, I began to relax, and my rectum was more accepting of his rough treatment. He wasn’t slowing down when I groaned and groaned; he continued to pound and pound even harder.
What I remember was the euphoric feeling on my prostate that made the experience more than worthwhile, even enjoyable. Eventually Karl finished with a half dozen warm, creamy squirts, giving me a hug and a kiss as his way of giving thanks.
“You are so tight. Fucking an anal virgin is the best. Did you like it, Peter?” he asked.
“It wasn’t what I had I expected—not bad but not good. I loved the prostate stim.”
“You’ll get a second pleasure when you do me.”
We talked some more and drank vodka before he led me to a cushy sofa. “This is my favorite place to be with my lovers.”
The vodka had made my head swim, and my hard-on wasn’t as firm as I wanted, but it was getting there. When he sucked me into a respectable erection, my cock was covered with saliva and he told me to push it in. Karl laid back on the sofa with his legs resting on my shoulders, pulling his ass cheeks apart. I found his hole and penetrated only a short way, then a little further. I thought I’d feel some resistance going in, but that didn’t happen, although it was a little slow. going at first. Finally, I felt the need to get it all the way in. Between grunts of pleasure, he demanded, “Fuck me fast and hard, Peter.”
I don’t know how to explain the feeling. At first it was weird being on top of a man with my cock, balls deep in his fuckhole. Maybe I was feeling guilty. I felt nervous and unsure of myself for certain, but my hard prick told another story. It was saying, Go for it, fast and furious! I stopped questioning myself and let nature take control. I stroked Karl while I banged into him like I was fucking a whore.
It took time, but I came like a bull in a heifer. He pushed my head down and told me to finish him off. He came a long moment later, filling my mouth with another massive load. He told me I had done good for the first time. “There is nothing more rewarding than a man squirting inside me,” he said.
After my first gay experience, I couldn’t walk straight and stumbled into bed. I needed a rest, and I stretched out on the bed, immediately falling asleep.
“Did you sleep well?” Katerina asked when I woke up late that afternoon.
“Very well, thanks. Jet lag.” I said, but the reality was a sore butt.
“You’ll get over it, Peter. Now it’s time to get dressed. Tonight, we go to a party. You’ll meet our friends.”
It was a light dinner party like a buffet. Everyone was friendly, especially a voluptuous middle-aged woman wearing fishnet stockings and prodigious cleavage highlighted by no bra.
Katerina introduced me to people whose names only a Czech could pronounce but avoided the youngest girl in the group. She was a seriously attractive girl about twenty, standing nearly six feet tall with long blond hair. She reminded me of the all-American college cheerleader.
After about an hour, the cleavage lady came up to me and introduced herself. “My name is Gwen,” a name I could pronounce. “I’m an expat from Denver. I came here with my daughter. You must be the American Katerina told me about.”
“Yes, I’m Peter Nolan from San Fernando Valley in California.”
“I know San Fernando. Isn’t it called Porn Valley?”
“Well, that’s what some people call it. I call it home.”
Gwen flashed an irresistible smile and asked, “Did you met a porn star there?”
“Well, I went to a studio event when I heard there was a casting call for extras.”
“Were they?”
“Were they what?”
“Were they looking for extras?”
“They always need extras.”
“How many movies have you been in?”
"Three, but I was only there as a double.”
“What’s that?”
“I was a stand in for a guy that had trouble keeping it up.”
“That’s exciting.”
“To tell the truth, I didn’t fuck anyone but got blowjobs. They wanted my cock for the closeup scenes, or what they call the money-shot.
“What’s that? I mean, what is the money-shot?”
“It’s my cum jetting out on some girl’s boobs. Sometimes the star was spent from earlier scenes, and they needed a backup.”
“Did you see any teenage girls doing porn?”
“Not on camera, but at the studio, there were lots of girls wanting to get into porn. In America, it’s generally accepted that girls are lured into porn by boyfriends or unscrupulous model agents. From what I saw at the studio, there were lots of girls hanging around wanting to be porn stars without the encouragement of men. For some, it’s about money. Others do it for fame.”
“When I was younger, Peter, I wanted to get into porn. It sounded so exciting. At seventeen, I already had big tits, so it wasn’t difficult to get modeling jobs. After high school, I did my first nude modeling and a few photo shoots for a soft porn magazine. That’s when I lost my virginity to a guy who called himself an agent. I was naïve back then. He said he would get me an audition for being in the movies. He didn’t. The second time I fucked was for money. He only gave me enough for a McDonald’s meal. I dumped the guy and found a boyfriend, lots of boyfriends.