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During a boring week-long conference near Swindon, England, a colleague of mine, Jeff, suggested we use the hotel pool one afternoon. The alternative was spending the time in my sad little room with a view of the dumpsters and possibly engaging in unnecessary self-pleasure in the shower, before joining everyone for yet another boring buffet dinner.
I didn't even pack any swim trunks for the trip, so I had to buy some from the spa's reception area. The only options available were huge XXXL trunks or a small pair of white Speedos that resembled a thong or a bikini. Jeff smiled at the receptionist, and she managed to show some restraint as I quickly paid with my phone.
We entered a single room for the men's changing area, no separate cubicles for those who may feel more comfortable with privacy. I started to think maybe Jeff was doing this to tease me. After all, he knew I was very self-conscious, and he must have guessed that at almost 32, I was still a virgin. I would never have been naked in front of anyone before - I'm average in size, so it fills me with disgust just to think about it.
As we walked to the men's changing area, I realized it was going to be difficult since it was just one big room with no separate cubicles. I felt anxious as I followed Jeff. My stomach sank because I couldn't concentrate on anything else besides his amazing body. Yes, he had a flawless torso -- hairless, tanned, muscular...and a perfect six-pack. I was so jealous of him. My face flushed with embarrassment as I struggled to take off my clothes in front of him. I thought back to the last session we attended at the conference, but I was too distracted to understand anything. Jeff was talking about "data-driven request automation in pharmaceutical applications," but I couldn't even focus on his speech because of my own inner turmoil.
He had already taken off his shirt by the time I'd grasped the importance of the "data-driven request automation in pharmaceutical applications" lecture. Jeff had a toned body with an enviable six-pack. Why did he have to be so perfect? I felt so self-conscious and started to feel very uncomfortable. I hurriedly removed my trousers and tried to act relaxed, but I was really reflexively hopping on the wet floor. I then covered my growing erection with a towel before heading for the showers.
To get to the pool, we had to pass through the showers first. There were pegs on one wall and showers on the other. Two elderly men were there, giving me dirty looks, daring me to bypass the showers. I tried to remain calm and hung up my towel on the pegs, careful not to expose my hardened erection in my smaller-than-ideal thong Speedos. Jeff was still showering, and the older men were glaring at me. Could this situation get any worse?
Dang, I've gotta act fast. By this point, I've kinda accepted that these guys will see my dick bulging in my Speedos, and I'll be laughed out of the hotel. Everyone at the breakfast buffet would be making fun of me and waiving forks filled with half-eaten sausages at me. My mind is going a mile a minute, so I decide to head over to Jeff. My heart's racing as I sit down next to him, enjoying the sight of his ripped body covered in water droplets. Gotta stop thinking about my stiffy, or it'll get even bigger. I try to evaluate the situation as I duck my head under the warm stream. My thong's been keeping my lil' stiffy snug against my crotch, and it looks about average-sized. I think I got off easy!
Jeff's neck looks like a Greek statue and standing next to him, I feel so inadequate. My small dick shrinks back down to its usual size. He gives me a gentle smile, trying to reassure me. Suddenly, I realize how much I like this athletic dude - I mean, REALLY like him. Was Jeff gay? Was I gay? I thought I was straight, but after watching so much porn featuring attractive guys, cumming onto images of men had become the norm for me. But having feelings for an actual person? That never occurred to me before! Jeff always seemed like a jock to me, but his caring and thoughtful nature makes me rethink everything. I awkwardly mimic his smile, wondering how weird I look right now.
"Let's go," Jeff motions toward the pool.
The water's freezing, and I'm not exactly a strong swimmer. Jeff's already completed two laps before I make it halfway up the pool. Stopping at the side, he lifts his dark brown hair out of his eyes, and I find myself admiring his body.
"Cold, huh? We could always warm up here." He points to a steam room to the side.
I sense he's trying to save my dignity, as I'm not much of a swimmer. Hesitating, I say, "Good idea!"
Stepping into the steam room, it's full of grouchy old guys - probably conference attendees - complaining about the steam leaving the room.
"No room for you," Jeff jokes, pointing towards a small sauna a few meters away.
"Perfect!" He grins at me and opens the wooden door.
I sit on the piping hot bench, and the heat seeps deep into my body, warming me up from the chill of the pool.
"There's Barbara!" Jeff announces, peeking through the window and spotting our senior colleague enter the pool.
Barbara's in her fifties, recently divorced, and rumors circulated that she might be living alone. She's got a great sense of humor, and I'll admit I had a crush on her.
"She's looking good in that swimsuit, huh?" Jeff asks me.
Oh, so maybe he's not gay. Bummer. But what was I thinking? That Jeff and I could've ever hooked up together? Heck, he'd probably have better luck with any available straight woman. "Yeah... she's pretty hot," I agree.
"I've picked up a few tricks over the years - I could charm a grin out of Barbara," he asserts.
"I guess I'd have better luck than you," I retort, a bit anxious. Realizing I just said something mean, I fake laugh, "You think every department boy has beaten off to imagining Barbara's lips wrapped around their cocks, or their dicks sliding into her tight little..."
My vivid imagination painted a bizarre picture of the spacious office - Barbara lying nude on a messy desk, lovingly grasping her voluptuous breasts, her skull pressed against a computer screen, a keyboard digging into her voluptuous behind, a mouse pad stuck to her arm, one high-heeled shoe knocking over a half-empty coffee cup. The entire IT department was charging at her, hungry to shove their ugly penises into her eager mouth or into her wet pussy, which was already filled with sperm from at least a dozen men. Poor me.
"What about the women too?" I joked. "I'm sure there are many damp panties in the room when Barbara is present."
"Indeed," agreed Jeff, who was wriggling through his towel, visibly turned on by the topic of sex with our supervisor. Where was this conversation leading? My thoughts raced out of control. My colleague was obviously masturbating, discussing sex with a superior female colleague, and was just inches away from me. This could land us in hot water, complaints, who knows? If anyone found out.
"Have you never secretly wanked over Barbara before? Don't you fantasize about sliding a piece of that sleek young cock into her?" He prodded further.
I struggled to form words, but Jeff suspected the answer, based on my reaction.
In complete silence, we gazed at Barbara swimming, admiring her strength - with both of us craning our necks to get a better view.
As my penis stood erect, Jeff's hand moved deliberately beneath his towel. I longed for him to drop the towel so I could see his impressive member. The thrilling anticipation of being so close to an aroused male ceased abruptly when I realized where this could lead. If we crossed a line, Jeff would see my small penis - he would likely ridicule me - he might tell someone - Barbara could find out. Ultimate embarrassment.
"She's coming, Jeff!" I called out in a panic.
"Calm down, there's no need to worry." Jeff dismissed my concerns, his nonchalant expression now faded.
Jeff, on the other hand, stretched out his legs wide, unafraid to show his hard-on beneath the towel. He had no intention of concealing himself as he wanted her to see him.
"You're crazy!" I murmured under my breath, terrified of the consequences of misbehaving with colleagues on a work trip - this kind of behavior was career-ending.
"Oh God, I'm such a dunce!" Barbara laughed as she stepped out of the pool and walked towards the sauna.
"Take a seat, Barbara, don't worry about us." Jeff said, motioning her to sit down.
By the faint light of the red hot stones, I discerned dewdrops on Barbara's thighs as she slid in between the two of us. My heart pounded rapidly and I gave her a weak smile.
"Quite comfortable in here, isn't it?" she said, drying off her short blonde hair with a towel and closing the heavy door behind her.
Abruptly, she became upright and edged towards the exit.
"I might be intruding... I didn't mean to disturb you," she said.
"We weren't doing anything!" I snapped.
"Really? I think I heard some tension when I entered... I detect the fact that Jeff has a bit of a poke for you, love!" She teased, raising her hands to her face, displaying fake anger. She was clearly trying to inflame the situation.
However, Jeff quickly interrupted, "I wasn't saying it."
"You'd better not," she playfully admonished me, while giving Jeff a knowing wink. She lingered a moment longer in the sauna. Soon, she was gone.
Suddenly, I needed to recalculate the situation. Barbara was making it clear she had no objection to participating in our game. This was escalating too quickly.
"We were just discussing how gorgeous you are, Barbara," said Jeff, coolly.
Barbara leant forwards, emptying a large scoop of water onto the red hot stones, emphasizing his declaration.
"Jeff!" I objected.
She stood up. "Well... I guess I can leave you two to it... if you like..." She offered.
Now, the situation was becoming more difficult to control.
"Perhaps we built things up too much in our minds, imagining sticking our penises in your mouth." Jeff relaxed, sliding his hand beneath his towel.
I simply gazed at him, mouth agape, as his confident, calm words implied he already had a close relationship with Barbara.
"So excited were you, my dear?" Barbara purred towards me, her fingers beginning to lift my towel.
I cringed, my entire body tensing as her hand hovered inches from my erect penis.
"Come on, don't play hard to get," she coaxed, gazing at me seductively, nibbling her lower lip erotically.
"I don't want to leave you feeling unsatisfied." She furthered.
I became silent, dumbfounded that this stunning woman was bestowing her sexual attention upon me. She had lovely features, a strong chin, elegant cheekbones, and a stunning aquiline nose. Instructionally, I moved my towel away. The white Speedos clung to my small member.
"So show me," Barbara urged, her tone commanding.
"Give it to me..." she teased, delighting me beyond words with her domineering tone.
"Let's have a look at it."
Diffidently, I shifted my Speedos to one side, allowing my small manhood to emerge. This was the point of no return; I'd resigned to having my hidden embarrassment revealed and losing whatever self-respect I had left. Jeff was watching, seizing the opportunity to pull down his wet briefs on his muscular legs. Barbara seemed surprised by my size.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, her voice losing all excitement, replaced by frustration and disgust.
"How tiny!" Barbara chuckled, measuring my penis against her little finger. I felt ill.
"Is that really all that there is?" She asked.
I nodded, saying nothing.
"Have you ever had sex?" She wondered.
"No, not yet." I confessed, my face burning with embarrassment as my eyes watered, hoping the darkened room would mask the tears forming in my eyes.
She ridiculed my penis, which made it stand out even more.
"Look at him, Jeff, he's in a state... his little willy's about to burst!" She giggled, stroking my penis between her fingers like a worthless toy.
"I can see..." Jeff muttered, breathlessly, ready to come from her teasing.
"I can't imagine what I can do with this puny little thing. Jeff's massive cock fills me up to the hilt, don't you, my love? This pathetic boner won't even touch the sides, mate," she groaned.
Jeff simply watched, speechless, masturbating awkwardly as the scene unfolded.
"Well, I guess we'd better make the most of it... what little there actually is of it..." She sighed, disappointedly, and swiftly discarded her straps, freeing her large breasts from her wet swimsuit. She then took my penis in her mouth.
A wave of sensations swept through me, and anxiously, I stroked Barbara's large breast while her tongue swirled around the tip of my penis. Before I knew it, an intense jet of salty cum sprayed across her lips. Fuck! Three or four large spurts of cum shot across her chest and into her astonished face - she nearly fainted at the amount I'd ejaculated.
"Jesus! For a penis so pathetic in size, you cum like a raging bull." She exclaimed, astonished at how much I managed to release.
"Some of it here, Jeff," she declared, tossing her paper towel at him expectantly.
"Be a darling." I offered, and she gave Jeff a happy glance, appreciating my willingness to serve.
"Oh, Jeff, that was delicious," she complimented, turning her attention back to me. "It's so small that you can easily fit the whole bloody thing in your mouth." She continued.
"Jealous, Jeff? Don't miss any, you pervert - you've been a dirty kid, so now you must clean up Aunt Barbara or she'll squash your balls so hard they'll never produce more cum... Which would be tragic." [end of input]
My mind was chaotic as I licked her semen-coated stomach, then her breasts, consuming my own still-warm semen. Could I assume Jeff is bisexual - have they discussed sucking dicks together before? Are they setting up this entire thing for their own entertainment? What's their game plan? And is Barbara a Domme? I felt used, but the orgasm was incredible. My semen continued to seep from my shriveled dick. I'd finally experienced sexual intimacy, and it was remarkable.
I found a bit more of cum on her neck and then inspected her face for other traces of my semen. My lips reached for the remaining bit and met hers. She kissed me passionately, her pupils widening in ecstasy as she sucked my tongue into her mouth with a breathy moan. Then, she pulled back.
"Did you enjoy that little show, Jeff?" She inquired.
"Uh-huh..." he responded.
"'Little' being the key word for him," she jested, pointing at me.
Barbara shifted and for the first time, I saw Jeff completely naked. Oh my, his body was the most splendid thing I'd ever laid eyes on. And his penis was long and thick, resembling a porn star's. He was stroking it at a slower pace now and the entire length was glistening with pre-cum. I longed to taste him. I no longer felt shame. I no longer even thought about my small penis. I simply wanted his penis. I inched forward and took his tip into my lips. I couldn't swallow a significant amount of this, and I stroked him quickly, working my mouth as best as I could while recalling how they do it in porn videos, ensuring my teeth didn't come into contact with his throbbing, urgent dick.
Barbara twisted and played with her engorged nipples while she frantically caressed her bushy vagina. She spread her juices over her prominent clit. Jeff held me by my hair, and I followed his lead, guiding my head back and forth on his thick, straining penis.
"That's it, make that big dick cum. Suck him good, you little shit. You little slut. Swallow a real man's cum you unattractive jerk. Wank him off right into your mouth you ugly, disgusting slag."
The insulting language she was using triggered a hidden aspect of myself, and I felt as if a hidden half of me was finally stepping forward. I liked feeling like a slut, serving dominant, well-endowed men. I liked being submissive. I discovered a new side of me, and it was fantastic!
Barbara masturbated vigorously as Jeff visibly tensed and buckled forward. He let out a prolonged, loud groan as his considerable loads of sperm shot into my open mouth. His body stiffened and flexed as he emptied his load out of his quivering shaft. Barbara's cries rose sharply in pitch and volume, the type of sound people make only when they're lost in either pain or pleasure, disregarding what anyone else might think.
It was quite a surprise to have this appealing couple permit me to witness this private moment. I then realized that I wasn't merely observing it on a porn site, but experiencing it in real life - with all the smells, sounds, and awkwardness of actual people.
...
After returning to the office and resuming our usual routines, our lives naturally changed. Not surprisingly, Barbara acted as if nothing had ever happened - in fact, she became increasingly distant and unfriendly towards me.
Although it pained me to lose the close bond we'd shared for that single night, the memory of covering her gorgeous face and magnificent breasts with my cum would stay with me forever. At work, during departmental meetings, I would struggle to pay attention, trapped in thoughts of the respected Senior Analyst masturbating herself to an intense climax while watching the Research Coordinator's enormous penis enter my mouth.
In contrast, things with Jeff escalated. Now that we'd shared our deepest desires with each other, ignoring them became challenging. We usually spent Friday evenings at Jeff's for a movie and a few glasses of wine before conversations invariably revolved around sex. We'd make out and undress each other by the time the credits rolled.
A factor I didn't foresee was topping during sex. While Jeff's knob was aesthetically pleasing, larger than life, and a work of art - it was difficult for me to accommodate his 9-inch penis in my inexperienced arse. I would have to practice with various dildos of increasing size before feeling comfortable with his full penis inside me and enjoying how he fucked me senseless. But Jeff loved having me push my diminished member into his petite posterior and took delight in my depositing my large loads of semen in there.
After our conference trip, life had gained more meaning. However, we never mentioned Barbara, which made the whole situation seem unreal and slightly diminished my joy. I pondered whether Barbara had somehow hurt him or if she was envious. I didn't want to initiate a conversation that might disturb him, so I kept quiet.
One Friday evening, his phone buzzed in the kitchen, and as I peeked over I saw a new message arrive.
"I hope you guys have been well-behaved. Fancy a get-together?Love, Aunt Barbara. Xxx"
And my heart unexpectedly flipped in my chest.
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