Bert's saga

[garsento]

This four-part story follows the conversion of a married straight man into someone actively involved in seeking out sex. Definite non-consent elements--the story's content is not out of line with what other stories here have featured, I believe.

The first part is below.

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Bert stumbled a little while walking down the steps which led to the lower level of the parking garage just outside the office building where he worked. He paused for a moment, and shook his head at himself. Darkness was gathering; he should have been home hours ago on this Friday evening. He'd been working too many long hours for the past several days. He could feel the tension from the back of his neck spreading across his shoulder blades. Right then he decided he would not come into work for a few hours tomorrow as he earlier had planned. Instead, he would do nothing except spend time with his family and rest and relax. He had a fleeting thought of sex with his pretty wife and how that would add to his feelings of relaxation. He'd have to assess her mood when he got home. Bert and his wife were both 40 years old, both active and they both kept themselves fit. Bert's handsome dark looks, with just a touch of gray at his temples were complimented by the pretty blue-eyed blond he'd married fifteen years previously.

Bert resumed walking down the stairs, but a little more slowly. He reached the concrete floor below and suddenly his attention snapped over to a man sitting in an older, beat up utility van that looked unfamiliar. A glance towards the ramp confirmed Bert's suspicion: the parking gate was broken, again. The automatic barrier arm was fixed all the way up, which allowed any vehicle access to the garage. "Goddamn that fucking property manager!" Bert thought angrily to himself.

Bert suddenly realized he was being watched by the occupant of the van, and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise. "Shit!" Bert muttered under his breath as he increased his pace towards his own car which was one row back and to the right of where the stranger was parked. He was careful not to look again at the van or the man inside.

He reached his car and unlocked the driver's door with the remote. He quickly opened the door and sat down while reaching out to pull the door shut, and looked into the muzzle of a gun pointed at his face.

Bert froze while at the same time he felt a flood of adrenalin enter his bloodstream.

"Get out." the man spoke quietly yet forcefully enough to let Bert know he meant business.

Bert slipped out of the car seat and stood slowly, his eyes never leaving the gun.

"Get his cash." the man spoke to another man who had materialized behind Bert's car. The second man walked up to Bert and quickly fetched his wallet from his pants. There was less than twenty dollars in Bert's wallet. The second man grunted with disgust.

"Doesn't matter, we can deal with that." the man holding the gun said softly. The second man tossed the wallet into Bert's car and after taking the keys out of Bert's hand, he locked the car.

"Come on," the second man took Bert by the arm and began guiding him to the beat up van, "You're going with us." The first man kept the gun pointed at Bert at all times and opened a back door to the van.

Bert was pushed up inside and forced to kneel while his hands were tied behind his back, then he was forced to lie down on a pile of dirty blankets while his feet were tied together. Last he was gagged, and blindfolded.

Bert was beginning to calm down and think more clearly now. There was no doubt in his mind he was being kidnaped for ransom. The question was, would he survive? His father was a self-made millionaire, a fact that any number of people knew. Bert wasn't so sure his father, a stubborn mule of a man, could be forced to cooperate with kidnappers.

The van was started and started moving. Bert tried to listen for familiar street sounds, and tried to count the number of turns the van made, etc., but soon gave up any efforts to track where he was or where he was being taken. After driving for what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the van stopped and Bert heard buttons being pushed on a keypad. 

A tinny voice on speaker inquired "Yeah?" and the man behind the wheel said "Mark." Bert heard a gate mechanism start up and realized that they were either at a private estate, or perhaps at an exclusive gated community.

Soon the van stopped again and Bert heard the clanking of garage doors overhead and realized they were inside the garage of a house. The doors the back of the van were opened. Bert's feet were untied and he was pulled out of the van and guided through a doorway. He was stiff from the uncomfortable ride and received a couple of rough pokes in the ribs with the gun whenever he moved too slowly for his captors.

Bert was guided down a flight of carpeted steps into what he assumed would be his prison while his kidnappers made their demands of his father or whoever else they thought could be convinced to pay for his release. He felt a little relief at the thought that at least they hadn't killed him right away. He heard more than one set of footsteps behind him but couldn't tell how many people were on the stairs.

The man that guided him down the stairs pushed him through a doorway.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's cool. I'll call you." This came from a man with a voice different from the first two men.

Bert could hear one man at least, leaving. The gun poked him again.

"I'm gonna untie your hands. Take off your jacket and your shirt. Do what we tell you and you won't get hurt, you got it?" Bert nodded as he felt the rope binding his hands being loosened. He slipped off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. "Take off the t-shirt too." He pulled it off over his head. The air in the room was cool, too cool against his skin, and Bert shivered slightly and felt his skin ripple with goose bumps.

"Keep your eyes closed." The blindfold was taken off, as was the gag, only to be replaced with some type of leather mask. It had an opening for his nose, and for his lips, but there was a strap that wound underneath his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth at all. His eyes were completely blocked. Bert could breath easier now but that was all.

Next he was led over to what felt like a bed.

"Shoes off." Bert slipped out of his dress shoes.

"Lie down, face down."

Bert climbed on the bed and laid down on the bed as directed. A few moments later, a cuff was snapped around his left wrist, and then cuffed to what felt like a ring in the wall close to his head, slightly above the level of his body. Then his right wrist was similarly cuffed.

"I'll go start calling, get him ready." Bert heard the footfalls of someone leaving the room.

Bert felt someone's hands at his feet, then his socks were pulled off. He felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably at the casual way he was being handled. Next, a pair of hands slid around his waist and unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his slacks.

"Hey...don't..." Bert managed to project in a muffled way through the mask he was wearing. Although he could breath through his mouth, he couldn't actually move his jaw enough to speak normally.

His protests and squirming were ignored, and his slacks removed , leaving him clad only in his boxers. He shivered a little.

"Are you cold?" a remote masculine voice asked.

Bert nodded his head, and few moments later a blanket was settled over him.

The man left the room, Bert heard him shut the door as he was leaving. Time seemed to go by slowly and Bert got rather sleepy as the adrenalin that had first surged through his body wore off and the fatigue of the stress he'd been under caught up with him. He even dozed off for a few minutes at a time.

Presently, Bert was startled into alertness by voices outside the room. The door opened.

The blanket cover Bert was removed, and he shivered slightly with the sudden coolness.

"He okay?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, he's perfect."

The door shut again. Bert could hear people breathing in the room, but couldn't tell how many were there.

From Bert's left, gentle hands came into contact with his back and began a circular massage pattern, closely followed by another set of hands from the right. Immediately Bert tensed up and tasted bile in his throat. "Fags! These guys are perverts!" he thought to himself.

Bert had never been remotely sexually interested in other men. The thought of men having sex with other men was had always been repugnant to him. He'd heard scripture read in church many times that condemned "men who lie with men," and he'd always been in agreement with the biblical injunctions against homosexuals. He had always been revolted by the lisping, high-pitched voices and the fey mannerisms and behavior of the few gays he'd come into contact with throughout his life.

The more the hands wandered and massaged across his back, the more tense Bert got. Still, ignoring his increasing tension, the hands persisted. They worked lower down his back and began brushing over the curve of his buttocks as they worked their way lower down to his thighs and calves.

Then, in spite of himself, Bert started to relax slightly as the massage continued for several minutes. However, his relaxation must have been sensed because as if on cue, both sets of hands began to deeply massage the backs of his thighs, going ever higher and higher until there were fingers delving deeply into the creases between his buttocks and his thighs. One hand even tried to slip down between his legs to reach his genitals, but Bert clenched his legs tightly together.

The massage stopped. Bert felt hands hook into the waistband of his boxers and they were pulled off. He felt himself blushing with shame and anger, but he kept silent. "If these assholes think I'm going to cry like a little kid for mercy, they're wrong." he thought to himself.

Bert heard water running into a pan of some sort, then heard someone pad over to the bed. A warm washcloth gently sponged across his neck, back and legs, including his feet. The water was dried with a towel by someone else. Then, the washcloth was applied to his buttocks, which Bert allowed without protest, but when the cloth moved towards the inner cleft of his buttocks, Bert resisted by fiercely clamping his legs together.

Two pairs of hands suddenly clamped down on his legs and spread them apart. Try as he might, Bert could not move his legs, he grunted and squirmed, but he could not prevent the washcloth from moving in and washing the private areas of his body. His scrotum had contracted almost completely into his body, and his penis likewise had drawn up and the cloth passed over his genitals casually as the creases of his groin were cleansed. Next the cloth was rinsed and then his anus and the surrounding area were bathed and dried.

Bert heard a cap of something popping, and then jumped and grunted a protest as a thick finger slid between his buttocks and without hesitation located and then penetrated his anus. He tried to twist away from the violator's finger but was unable. The finger turned one way and then the other, much like a doctor's once had during a prostate exam that Bert had a few years back. The finger retreated for a moment, then was replaced. Bert could tell it was covered with a slippery substance, and the faint odor reaching his nose confirmed it was KY jelly. Again, the finger rotated one way, then the other. The finger was removed again, then a different finger, much thicker, and one that Bert recognized as a thumb was at the opening of his anus, and it slowly began moving inside. It hadn't gone far when Bert began feeling some real discomfort and he involuntarily moaned from the shame of what was happening to him. The thumb continued to press inwards. Then there was a sharp painful cramp that suddenly came out of nowhere and Bert's sudden pained intact of breath caused the thumb to pause for a moment. Then after several seconds, the thumb continued violating him.

After several twisting motions, the thumb was removed. Bert gasped a little once or twice and then he listened to the sounds in the room. The air seemed heavy with anticipation. There was the sound of heaving breathing, and a faint slap-slapping sound that he instinctually knew was the sound of a man masturbating.

"Give him a hit." a man's voice said.

A small bottle with a strange smell was held next to Bert's nose, he tried to twist his head away but his head was held in place by powerful hands. Immediately, the fumes made Bert feel dizzy and weak as his pulse began to roar in his ears.

A man's heavy body clambered on the bed and its weight settled on Bert's back. All Bert could do was give a muffled and tortured sob of despair when he felt the man's erect organ probing his buttocks. He tried in vain to twist away, but his legs were held tightly down.

The penis found its target.

"Uuuuunnoooohhh!" pleaded Bert as he threw his head back and gasped with agony as he was penetrated. A stab of pain sliced through him as the thick glans topping the long shaft was forced inside. Another thrust and an inch or two more of the shaft was inside of him.

The initial pain got suddenly much worse as a white hot, truly appalling wreath of pain wrapped all the way around the invading shaft and again Bert threw back his head and this time he gave a sharp strangled cry of pain, without regard for his prior resolutions of enduring what was happening silently.

The man paused for a few seconds when Bert cried out.

"Oh God, oh God, please!" Bert managed to gasp through the mask as his whole body shuddered with shock.

The man attacking him remained still for another moment, then began making small movements, in and out, thrusting his erection ever further inward, eliciting more pained gasps from Bert.

"Uh, uh, uh." were the only sounds Bert could manage as the penis thickly invaded his rectum. The pain was so overwhelming, even if the mask had not been in place, he would not have able to compose words to plead with his captors.

The rapist continued to thrust gently, in and out, and gradually Bert began to calm down. His anus burned fiercely, but the white hot pain of the initial penetration had faded.

"Yeah, you're tight," the man thrusting into him whispered into Bert's ear. "So tight, I love bustin' in tight, straight ass, oh yeah, yeah I do."

Gradually, the man lengthened his thrusts, soon his penis was almost being entirely withdrawn on the outward strokes, and Bert gasped in unison with the painfully deep in strokes.

"Oh man, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in your tight ass, oh yeah, here it comes man, take my cum, take it, oh yeah, oh yeeeaaah!" the man grunted as he reached his climax. Bert could feel the man's penis pulse as the rapist ejaculated, his semen spurting several times deep inside of Bert's body.

The man rested his body on top of Bert's for a minute, then withdrew, his softening organ making a soft, plopping sound as it slipped out of Bert's body.

The man's body was immediately replaced by another's. This man penetrated Bert immediately, causing fresh stabs of pain for Bert as he roughly penetrated Bert's tender and sore anus. However, this man's member was not as wide in girth as the first rapist's, and Bert found that he could endure this rapist without as much pain as the man began rapidly thrusting his way to orgasm. After several minutes of frenetic thrusting, this man too reached orgasm, adding his own semen to that already deposited and then he slid off of Bert's helpless body.

There was a pause now. Bert felt his wrists being uncuffed, then his body was flipped over face up. His wrists were fastened again to the wall, much to his disappointment. He had fleeting thoughts of struggling, but he felt strangely passive and lay quietly without struggling.

Another man climbed on the bed. He gently spread Bert's legs, which Bert allowed him to do without any resistance. He knew by now that he would simply be overpowered.

The third man took Bert's legs and placed one on each of his own shoulders, lifting Bert's lower torso offof the bed with his erect organ slipping and sliding between the cleft of Bert's buttocks which was slick now with semen and lubricant. His erection felt much larger than the two previous rapists and Bert began feeling alarmed as the blunt head wedged into his tightening anus. Bert groaned with despair as another sharp cramp swept over him.

"You guys help him relax." the man said softly. Hands came down upon Bert and massaged his chest, and played with his nipples. Then a warm mouth closed over his shrunken penis, and began sucking it gently.

The third rapist began to make small thrusting movements. Bert's anus began to burn again with fiery pain as the tender opening was forced to stretch around the thick glans of the large shaft invading it.

The mouth that had closed around Bert's penis continued to lick and suck , and the man's tongue also caressed Bert's scrotum, which had completely drawn his testicles up within his body. Bert's penis did not respond to the attention, if anything, it retracted further. The man licked a few more times and then stopped. The hands that had spread over his chest gradually stopped too.

The rapist gradually began pushing more and more into Bert's rectum. Bert began to gasp with pain as the member spearing him reached inner regions of his lower bowel not previously invaded by the prior rapists. There was one area in particular that burned deep inside at each thrust. The man seemed to recognize this was especially painful for Bert and he avoided any harsh movements, but still kept on with his ever more and more invasive thrusting movements. Finally Bert cried out again in pain as the man attempted to penetrate him more deeply. The man paused.

"Give him another hit of poppers, but not too much, I want him to feel this." the man directed.

Bert's body sagged as the warm feeling again rushed to his head, and he became conscious of his heart beating. The pain he had felt started to fade away, and the man cradling his legs thrust deeply three more times and stopped.

Bert could feel that the man had fully penetrated him. He could feel the man's coarse pubic hairs brushing against his perineum and tightly retracted scrotum..

"Yeah man, give that ass up to me, you know you can do it. That's right, just relax."

"Give him another hit."

Bert inhaled again from the small bottle pressed next to his nostrils.

The man thrust gently for five or six more thrusts, then he paused for a moment and adjusted his position and then began to nearly withdraw completely and slowly thrust back inside deeply. There was minimal pain now for Bert, and Bert's attention gradually focused on the sensation of the man's shaft moving smoothly in and out of his body, like a wave.

"Oh yeah," the man murmured as he continued to move in and out, "You feel so good, so tight, so hot."

Unexpectedly, his head swimming, Bert felt a wave of sexual arousal sweep over him as the man who'd penetrated him continued to thrust. Gradually, Bert's own penis relaxed, then filled out and hardened to its full length. He could feel it bobbing up and down and slapping against his abdomen in time with the thrusting of the man above him. The man continued to thrust for a long time, taking his pleasure slowly and without hurrying.

A hand slickened with lubricant folded around Bert's erect organ and began stroking it. The pleasurable stimulation caused Bert's anal sphincter muscles to contract and the man using his body suddenly gasped with pleasure at the redoubled tightness of Bert's opening.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, " the man groaned and then slammed one final time into Bert's body. "I'm cuuummming."

Bert moaned now, not with pain, but with frustration as the man's softening shaft slid out of him and the man got off the bed. The hand stroking his own penis paused as another man got on the bed and took Bert's legs and spread them widely apart while tilting his pelvis backwards.

"You ready for this babe? You look like it." the man said as he prepared to mount Bert's body.

This man's erection felt as big, if not even larger than the one just previous to him. Bert sighed cautiously as the penis gently but firmly pushed inside his rectum, and slid deeply into his lower bowel. There was no pain now, just a full sensation. The man's pubic hair felt strange as it ground against Bert's scrotum, which had considerably relaxed by now and was drooping down now with the weight of his full testicles.

"Oh man, this is so great. You got such a hot ass babe," the man groaned, "I'm gonna fuck you so good."

"You wanna another hit of poppers babe?"

Bert nodded yes, and inhaled deeply from the bottle when it was held up to his nose.

Bert could hear the man that had mounted him sniff deeply from the bottle too. Blackness approached the edge of Bert's mind and he drifted semi-conscious for about a minute. He gradually gained full awareness again and took in the sensations of what was happening now. The man was using his body to the fullest extent possible. He was making long, deep, and rapid thrusts. His penis would slip out from time to time but he'd quickly guide it back in again without any pain to Bert. Bert could feel his anus gaping open slightly when the man's organ would happen to slip out. He was completely relaxed.

Again a lubricated hand closed around Bert's privates, swirling around his testicles in their full pouch, and stroking his penis. Finally, the hand closed around Bert's shaft and Bert began to thrust into the hand, hesitatingly at first, then with greater urgency as the feelings of pleasure began to increase. Soon his hips were rocking in rhythm with the man thrusting into him as Bert rocked upward into the hand grasping him.

Inevitably, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. His anal muscles grew tighter and tighter as the man holding his legs apart drove even more forcefully in and out of his body.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Bert began to gasp, his hips arching upward as his climax approached.

"Yeah babe, I'm gonna cum, yeah, tighten that ass up, yeah!"

Bert's orgasm began and he cried out with pleasure/pain as his semen rocketed out of his penis and fountained up across his chest and stomach.

The man using his body continued to thrust harshly, crying out with his own pleasure as Bert's body clamped down on his erection with almost painful tightness. Within seconds, he climaxed too and punched one final time into Bert's anal canal and Bert could feel the semen spurting and flowing inside of him.

Bert sagged back onto the bed and the man who had just spent himself mercifully slid out of him.

Bert was grateful that no more men attempted to mount him. He was gently bathed again, with special attention to wiping up and cleansing his abused and sore anal area, and finally unshackled from the wall.

Some of the men helped him dress, holding him like a small child at times. Their hands were gentle and soothing. Soon he was guided out of the room and back up the stairs he'd descended several hours earlier. He was then placed in the van again, and after a long drive, the van pulled up and stopped.

The mask was removed from his face, and he was told to step out of the van. He got out and stood on the sidewalk, recognizing the fact that he was outside of the office building where he worked. He stood with unsteady legs gazing up at the building. He didn't turn around as the van drove off. He had a lot to think about.

Edited December 8, 2019 by torcub
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[garsento]

The second part, "Bert & Jeff", is below.

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For several days after Bert was abducted and sexually abused by the group of men, he simply went about his everyday routine without allowing himself to think too much about what had happened. His wife had fallen asleep that night and hadn't noticed the very late hour he'd finally come home, so she did not have the occasion to witness his decidedly shocked state.

In fact, Bert was in a state of shock throughout the weekend and stayed in bed, feigning illness while he tried to sort out his emotions and tried to decide what to do. He initially thought of reporting the rape to the police, but dismissed the intention in almost the same instant. He reasoned he could never endure the exposure and shame of filing such a report. He felt there was too much evidence that pointed to his own complicity and acquiescence to the rape. The fact that he himself had ejaculated, to his mind, pointed to the fact that the experience was not exclusively rape. He was ashamed of and deeply embarrassed by the fact that he had allowed another man to masturbate him to orgasm while he was unwillingly being sodomized by another man.

In the end, he decided it was easier simply to forget the whole thing had ever happened, to put it behind him and just get on with life.

His abused anus and the surrounding area was sore for a few days. There were traces of blood on his underwear and toilet tissue at times. He found that soaking in a tub of water helped to ease the discomfort and after awhile he found that he had healed completely and had suffered no lasting physical harm.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Bert never saw the beat up utility van around the office again. Bert gradually recovered peace of mind, though he was somewhat more introverted than he had been previously. His co-workers hardly noticed any difference in his aspect. Nor did Bert's wife take note of any changes. Their sex life continued unchanged. Bert still took great delight in making passionate love to his wife; her light body, full breasts and the curves of her hips combined with her long legs still gave him as much pleasure as ever.

However, the one area of sexual activity that began to gradually change for Bert was when he masturbated. Bert had masturbated since he was 14 years of age, and had done so throughout his teenage years and on into his adulthood regardless of whether or not he had a girlfriend he was sexually active with, and even after he'd married, he found his sex drive exceeded the needs and desires of his wife, so he quietly tended to his own needs himself.

Lately, as he masturbated, thoughts and memories of the rape would come unbidden to his mind. It started one night, when his wife was out of town on business, and their children were tucked into their beds. It was late, but Bert wasn't sleepy and then his old familiar sexual desires stirred. Out of old habit, he went and took a small hand towel out of the master bathroom, stripped off his sleeping shorts and T-shirt, and stretched his nude body luxuriously out on his bed.

As he fondled his stiffening penis, he thought of a blonde saleswoman who'd visited the office earlier in the week with her strikingly blue eyes (contacts, he thought to himself) and he remembered the look she gave him while passing him in the corridor as he glanced at her shapely legs encased in shimmering nylons as she swept by him in a well-tailored power suit. Sexual desire spread over him as he recalled the faint flush of desire that he felt as she walked by, her hips swaying in just the perfect way.

Bert's organ was now hard and stiff and he stroked it appreciatively, soaking up the sensation of his hand lightly stroking the rigid shaft and bumping up against the edge of the corona of the glans. He stroked several more times, feeling the tension building in his pelvis, and felt his testicles drawing up closer to his body. He paused for a moment, and felt his testicles descend a little in their scrotal pouch as the tension relaxed. He moved his hand down, and cupped his scrotum. Cautiously, he cupped each testicle by itself and then manipulated and rolled around his sex organs.

Suddenly, and though consciously unbidden, the memory entered his mind of the warm mouth that had swirled around his penis and wickedly licked his scrotum while he was being raped. Thoughts of the blonde saleswoman faded. He resumed the stroking of his penis, and now he thought of the hand, the hand of another male, that he had so shamelessly thrust into as another man had held his legs apart and repeatedly slammed his penis inside of his body, taking his perverted pleasures from Bert's unwilling body. There was no shame now, only lust, heated to the boiling point.

As Bert continued to stroke, a remote corner of his mind took note of how tightly clenched his anus felt as he got closer and closer to climax. "I wonder how tight my ass felt to that guy fucking me." the fleeting thought crossed his mind and in the same instant, Bert's orgasm wracked his body, hot and intense. Bert's back arched as he ejaculated, his semen spurted upwards, four, five, six bursts, striking him in the face and spattering on the wall behind him, the lesser splashes landing on his stomach and finally finishing with a thick dribble around his fingers which had continued to stimulate the head of his organ. Finally, his desire completely spent, he stopped.

"Good God, I'm becoming a fucking faggot!" Bert whispered remonstratingly to himself in the darkness as he began cleaning up. It was rare for him to experience such an intense orgasm while masturbating. Feeling guilty, and fighting the swelling lassitude he felt trying to overcome him, he cleaned his semen from off the wall behind him, then cleaned himself up, donned his sleeping garb and promptly went deeply asleep.

That was the first of many masturbation sessions for Bert where thoughts and memories of the rape began to dominate his sexual fantasies. The more he determined not to repeat the fantasies, the more forbidden and enticing they became, to the point that was all he would fantasize about when he masturbated.

A year went by after the rape. Bert found himself in a busy part of the year and was working too many hours at the office again. He was careful to not stay too late though, and was ever watchful now when leaving the office later at night.

The computer network at the office was down for a few days while it was being upgraded. Bert found the entire upgrade process exasperating because his work was interfered with and then there was the issue of new software to become accustomed to.

He was working fairly late one night, the cleaning personnel had come and gone with their irritating vacuum and clanging cleaning equipment, in an attempt to get some budgets printed for a client. Bert was chagrined to find that his computer had suddenly stopped communicating with the system printer, which was located in the copy room across the office.

Bert rebooted his machine and attempted to print the reports again, but still received the error message. Thinking perhaps the main printer had gone off-line for some reason, he made his way to copy room to check on it. In the copy room were the two computer techs who had been working on performing the system upgrades. Bert was used to the men working late, so he wasn't surprised to find the two men working. They appeared to be cabling a new daisy panel, and they paused and looked inquiringly at Bert when he entered the copy room.

"Oh, hi guys," Bert stammered a little, embarrassed because he didn't know their names nor had he made any prior attempt to learn them. Computer geeks were better left to their mysterious world, in his opinion. "Is there some reason why I can't print off of this printer?"

"We're going to have recable the printer, and it's going to be awhile. Can you print off of the printer at your desk?"asked one man, who by his air Bert assumed was in charge. He appeared to be of Italian extraction, broad shoulders, narrow waisted with a squarish jaw, black hair and very dark eyes.

"No, I need to print on the wide greenbar," Bert sighed a little, but not wanting to come across as snide, continued "But that's okay, there's plenty of other stuff I can do."

The two men returned to their work and Bert went back to his office.

A couple of hours later, the man that Bert had earlier spoken to appeared in the doorway of Bert's office as Bert was reviewing a boring physical plant report.

"Hi," Bert said when he noticed the man standing in the doorway holding a small bag as if preparing to leave. "Are you guys calling it a night?"

"Yeah, Eddie left about half an hour ago."the man replied. "I cabled up that printer and I want to make sure it's working right." he added.

"Oh, okay, that's cool. What's your name by the way?" Bert asked with an apologetic tone.

"I'm Jeff."

"Hi Jeff, I'm Bert." and Bert half stood while he extended his hand. The two men shook hands and Bert reseated himself on his chair.

"Well, let me pull that budget up and we'll see if the printer is working all right."

Bert opened the file on his computer and waited for it to load. It was a large report and took about two minutes to open. While he was waiting, Jeff walked around and stood behind Bert's chair, and set his bag down on the carpet. Finally, the file opened. Bert tried to schedule the print job but after several moments, another error message appeared on the screen.

Jeff fished out a CD from his bag and slid it into the D drive of Bert's machine, and instructed Bert to install some drivers, but seemed to grow impatient as Bert fumbled around, trying to obey his instructions and finally Jeff reached out and grasped at the mouse, covering Bert's hand with his own as he did so.

An electric shock seem to almost snap through Bert's body at the touch of Jeff's hand. Blushing clear to the tips of his ears, Bert politely moved his hand aside, and let Jeff finish the installation of the needed drivers, but he was now acutely conscious of the close proximity of Jeff's body, becoming more and more conscious of the man's clean, masculine smell. As he had nothing else to do, he looked covertly at Jeff's hands. There was no wedding band, and the nails appeared to be very carefully manicured. While not excessively long, neither were they short. They were, each one, a white, perfect moonlike crescent tipping each finger.

Finished with loading the drivers, Jeff placed his left hand on Bert's shoulder, in a familiar way as if they'd been lifelong friends. The fresh touch sent another flush of warmth surging through Bert's body and Bert found his heart was pounding and he felt as if the temperature in the room had risen by some 20 degrees. Jeff asked Bert to again attempt to print the report. This time the report loaded and printed and they both could hear the faint hum of the printer in the copy room as it began to print.

"There," Jeff said with evident satisfaction. "I'm glad we tested that. I'll have to install those driver's for everyone."

Bert murmured an agreement of some sort and began to wonder when Jeff was going to remove his hand from his shoulder. To combat his increasing nervousness, Bert began to load another report. Jeff gave his shoulder a slight squeeze as that report also loaded normally to the print queue.

The hand lifted from Bert's shoulder and then brushed lightly against his hair and ear.

"I like your hair, that style suits you. Where do you get it cut?" Jeff inquired, as his hand then wandered across the back of Bert's head.

Jeff's touching his hair in such a way was way over the line of normal, heterosexual behavior and Bert knew it instantly. Hardly knowing what he said or why, Bert gave the name of the salon he usually went to. His heart was pounding and he felt strangely faint.

Jeff's hand left Bert's hair, and slid back down to his shoulder. Then he leaned down and whispered throatily into Bert's ear: "Man, I just gotta fuck your sexy ass."

Absolutely stunned, and his heart in his throat, Bert sat motionless.

"And don't say you don't want it, you've had that hardon for the last 15 minutes."

Involuntarily, Bert glanced down and saw the front of his trousers were clearly tented with the straining outline of his erection. How long had he been like that, he wondered, with a tinge of embarrassment.

"I'm married--I mean, I don't do this--I mean that...I'm straight, I'm not gay..." Bert stammered out.

"I don't care if you're married dude, and no one needs to know about it. This is between you and me. You've turned me on, and I've turned you on, so let's fuck."

Bert sat quietly for a few more moments.

"Come on, lemme fuck you, you've been fucked before, haven't ya?" Jeff whispered as he caressed the back of Bert's head again.

"Where do you want to do it?" Bert said quietly, hardly believing he heard himself say that. What was he doing?

"Right here is fine. I got some lube in my bag. Why don't you stand up." Jeff suggested.

Slowly Bert stood up, not knowing what Jeff wanted from him.

Jeff swiftly closed the blinds in the office, then went over to the door and shut it. There was no lock.

"Anyone come up here this late at night?"

"No." Bert shook his head.

Jeff walked back around the desk and sat in Bert's chair.

He took Bert by the hips and turned him so that Bert's crotch was directly in front of him, then he swiftly and easily unbuckled Bert's belt, and unbuttoned his trousers and with one motion, pulled Bert's pants and underwear to the floor.

Bert's erection waved and bobbed in front of him.

"Oh yeah, you've got a nice dick buddy, I knew you would."

Jeff slid Bert's member into his mouth, and sucked it very gently, licking the leaking fluids off the glans and swirling his tongue around.

"Oh," Bert gasped with the pleasure and his knees almost buckled.

Jeff continued to fellate Bert for a few moments, then, sensing Bert's impending loss of control he stopped and stood up, his own erection straining against the crotch of his slacks as he did so. He undid his own trousers, and slid them down, then kicked off his shoes and removed his pants entirely.

Bert gazed with fascinated attention at Jeff's pubic region. His pubic hair was a very dense thicket of black hair. He focused his attention Jeff's penis for several seconds. It was considerably larger than Bert's own, the head was a deep purple read, the shaft much thicker than his own and had a slight downward curve to the left. Jeff's pendulous scrotum was covered with thick, downy looking hairs.

"Ya like it?"Jeff asked, as he reseated himself in Bert's chair. His penis jutted up prominately from his groin.

Bert blushed and didn't make a reply.

"Take your pants off."

Bert complied, kicking out of his shoes like Jeff did.

"You look hot man, turn around so I can see that ass."

Bert turned around, his feelings those of embarrassment and lust mingled together.

Jeff reached out and gently stroked the cheeks of Bert's buttocks, murmuring words of appreciation while he did so.

"Oh yeah, that is one fine ass dude." He grasped Bert's hips, and guided him backwards.

There was a pause now, and Bert heard Jeff snap open a bottle, then felt a lubricated finger sliding between his buttocks. The finger found his anal opening without any difficulty, and then it swirled around the tight ring, causing Bert to gasp and buck with pleasure as the sensitive nerves were stimulated.

Finally, the finger gently penetrated his anal sphincter, gently levering in one way, then the other. Another pause, then the re-lubricated finger was reintroduced.

After a couple more swirls, Jeff announced that Bert was ready. "My fingernails will scratch you, it's best to just let my dick open you up. I'm gonna do you bareback. Don't worry, I'm safe and I know you are."

Bert listened as Jeff applied lubricant to his rampant erection, then Jeff grasped him by the hips and began lowering Bert's body downward. It was a little awkward. All at once, the blunt head of Jeff's erect organ, hard and yet yielding, came directly into contact with Bert's anus. Bert's anal ring was tight and would not relax.

"Come on, push, push out like you're taking a dump, and let me in dude, let me feel that tight ass." Jeff whispered.

Bert obediently pushed and almost immediately, the thick glans of Jeff's penis parted his tissues and slid partially inside.

"Ouch, shit!"Bert gave a shocked gasp and stood up slightly as a very sharp cramp gripped his anal canal.

"It's okay man, you're nice and tight, just relax, breath, let it pass."Jeff soothed, stroking Bert's trembling buttocks. Jeff re-lubricated his penis and waited for Bert to make another attempt.

The cramp passed, and again Jeff guided Bert downward onto his penis. Bert made a concerted effort to relax and gasped as he was penetrated again by Jeff's organ. There was painful, stretching sensation coupled with a sense of fullness deep in his belly as he sat lower and lower on the penis of the man under him. Finally, he was completely penetrated, and leaned back with a pained sigh against Jeff's body. Jeff had reached up under his shirt and was playing and pinching his nipples.

"Yeah, you got it all inside of ya man, how's that feel?"

"Feels...strange..." Bert moaned slightly and then groaned a bit louder as another cramp seized him.

Jeff's hands slid down to Bert's crotch, and fondled his penis and scrotum. Soon, he had Bert's erection back up to it's full strength, as it had flagged a little. This went on for a some time, and then Jeff began making small, up and down movements with his pelvis.

"Think you're ready for a little more action?" Jeff asked.

Bert nodded yes. Jeff guided him upwards, then pushed him face down on the floor under him, then crouched between Bert's legs. He carefully lubricated his penis again, then guided it gently into Bert's rectum again.

Bert sighed as the penis slid home. Never had he felt so stimulated, the mixture of pain, pleasure, coupled with the frustration of the fact that the penis inside of him was not directly stimulating his own organ was a strange and almost wild feeling.

Jeff began to move in and out.

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' ya now, ya like that, huh? You like being dicked? Ya like being fucked by that big dick?" Jeff whispered intoBert's ear. "I'm lovin' this, love fucking your tight ass, you're so hot, I knew I had to have you."

Bert began to thrust upwards against the penis that pummeling his tender anal and rectal tissues. His own penis ground against the carpet below him, but it wasn't enough to stimulate him to orgasm.

Jeff continued to whisper his pleasure into Bert's ear. "You got such a tight ass man, so fine, so wet, so tight, yeah, I love fuckin' it. I'm going to turn you into a cock pussy, yeah I am, you're going to be beggin' for cock from now on. I'm fucking ya man, are you feelin' that cock up inside your hot ass, keep that ass tight, yeah, tighten up, yeah that's so hot."

Jeff thrust several more times in silence and then stopped. "Turn over." he instructed.

Bert turned over face up. Jeff took his legs, and lifted them and spread at the same time and then slammed his penis back inside of Bert's body with shocking suddenness.

"Shit, not so rough!" Bert pleaded, but his cry fell on deaf ears. Jeff was harshly thrusting in and out now, his orgasm was getting close and any consideration he might have felt for his partner was fading into the background as the approaching thunder of his orgasm began taking precedence over anything else.

Bert's body rocked back and forth as Jeff slid the length of his long organ in and out of Bert's tight anus. Bert reached down and grasped his own penis and began stroking it. As he did so, his anal muscles began tightening back up and Jeff began to almost scream with pleasure as the anal cavity wrapped around his sex tightened and stroked him with almost unbearable pleasure.

Bert clenched his eyes shut against the mounting pain as Jeff began to thrust ever more wildly and concentrated on stroking his own organ. The broad, thick head of Jeff's penis punched with great force against Bert's prostate gland and forced small spurts of pre-ejaculate to dribble out of Bert's penis, which added to the lubrication and pleasure for Bert.

Finally, Bert reached the pinnacle and was swept over the top, almost howling with the strength of his orgasm as it flooded his body without restraint. His semen sprayed up between their chests and laced in thick streams across his lower belly. Jeff continued to thrust in and out, with long, almost cruel strokes to the point where he was causing Bert great pain and then finally he gave one last deep thrust. Bert gasped with pain at the final, massive thrust and then he could feel the semen flowing into him as Jeff's penis swelled even greater and throbbed as Jeff ejaculated. Jeff gasped quietly throughout his climax.

"Oh my God, dude, that was absolutely awesome." Jeff panted as soon as he could draw breath enough to talk.

His member deflated fairly soon, and slid out of Bert's body. It was glistening with lube, and globs of semen. Bert gave it a nervous glance, wondering how such a large organ managed to find its way into his body.

The two men cleaned up, and Jeff gave Bert his phone number and asked him to call.

Bert went home very late, and deeply troubled by what he had indulged in.

[garsento]

Part III, "Bert & Jeff II," is below.

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For several days after the encounter with Jeff, Bert kept himself very busy with work and did not dwell on what he had allowed himself to do. Jeff had completed the computer network upgrade within one more day and then was gone, and Bert had hardly seen the man while he was there. They did not speak to each other. However, when work slowed down somewhat, Bert allowed himself to reflect about what happened, reviewing and trying to decide why exactly he was attracted to Jeff, and why he had allowed himself to have sex with Jeff.

Try as he might, Bert could not forget about Jeff. After several days, he gave up the mental struggle. Though ashamed of himself, his actions with Jeff, and thoroughly ashamed of his thoughts, Bert kept Jeff's telephone number. He thought to himself several times that he should throw the number away, but he did not. It was almost if his mind was separating into two separate personalities. One was the person he had always perceived himself to be, who was now observing the actions of a new person, one it seemed he had very little control over.

About three weeks after he had last seen Jeff at the office, Bert went into the office one Saturday morning, without any intention of working at all. Bert's wife had recently been working too hard herself, and as a result was not feeling up to par and their sex life had suffered accordingly. Bert hadn't had an opportunity to relieve his mounting sexual tension via masturbation either, as the privacy needed never presented itself. Bert felt the need for sexual relief and suddenly, without dwelling on any moral
issues, marital or otherwise, he decided he was going to call Jeff.

No one else was at the office, but never-the-less, Bert shut the door to his office before dialing the telephone. The line on the other end rang at length, and then an answering machine picked up. Bert hung up without leaving a message, feeling a very uncomfortable feeling of rather extreme disappointment and huge relief at the same time.

A few seconds after he had put the receiver down, Bert's phone rang, and out of habit, he quickly picked it up.

"Hello?" he inquired, hoping it wasn't a client calling.

"Bert?"

"Yes."

"This is Jeff. Did you just call?"

"Oh! Ah yeah, I did," Bert said nervously, his heart rate suddenly increasing. "Sorry I didn't leave a message."

"That's okay. I was in the shower and just missed you. So what's up?"

"Oh, nothing," Bert's nervousness showed as his voice cracked a little. "I just came across your phone number and thought I'd call you..." here he trailed off, thinking to himself "Okay, that was lame!"

"You want to come over?" Jeff asked.

"Sure! I mean yeah, I'd like to." Bert responded.

Jeff gave directions to his house, and Bert made the 30 minute drive easily. He pulled into Jeff's driveway and quietly surveyed his surroundings. Jeff's home was a modern, new patio home. It was two stories, with a very small front yard, and very narrow lot lines on the sides. The main part of the home presented to the street was a wide two-car garage door, and a formal entrance off to the left side. There was a small tree newly planted in the small patch of the front yard.

Bert got out and strolled--he hoped casually--up to the front door. He suddenly felt he was being watched. It occurred to him that if Jeff was sexually promiscuous (and he recalled reading somewhere that gay men could be incredibly promiscuous) that the neighbors could well be wondering about various visitors at this house. Bert didn't want anyone even guessing about why he was there, even people he didn't know.

Bert reached the front door area and before he could touch the doorbell, the handsome and highly polished door swung open and Jeff welcomed him inside. Bert felt a sense of relief when the door was closed behind them.

Without hesitation, after closing the door, Jeff turned to Bert and enveloped him in a warm hug. He also attempted to kiss Bert, but Bert involuntarily shied away from that contact and turned his head, wondering stupidly to himself why he did so. Jeff appeared to be unperturbed and then cheerfully offered to give Bert a tour of his home. It was, he affirmed, new and he had only recently moved into it.

They moved from the small foyer into a small, but well-appointed and cleverly designed living room. What the room lacked in size, was mitigated by good sight lines into a small study and light flowing in from windows high above. The furnishings were thoughtfully chosen to fit the area and the overall effect was pleasing. Everything was immaculately clean.

Jeff led Bert through to a kitchen that was sleek and modern. Seated in a breakfast nook, Bert immediately perceived a man sitting at a table, reading a newspaper, and was a little taken aback by the prospect of having to meet someone new.

The man stood as the two men entered the room, and Jeff introduced him to Bert.

"Bert, this is Karl. Karl is an old friend of mine, he just moved here from Michigan."

"Hello." Bert and Karl said simultaneously as they shook hands.

"I'm staying here with Jeff while my house is being built. It was supposed to be done about a month ago, but you know how things go." Karl said in a deep, pleasant voice. "I had to go ahead and move here because of my job, and Jeff invited me to stay with him."

Bert merely nodded his acknowledgment to Karl's comments. He suddenly felt very shy and ill-at-ease with the presence of someone else in the house. Adding to his discomfort was his perception that Karl was a very handsome man, tall, dark blond, with muscular arms & legs. He did not want offend Jeff by giving the impression he was at all attracted to Karl.

Jeff sensed Bert's feelings, and acted quickly to dispel Bert's discomfort.

"Bert, Karl knows you came over to play. I told him how hot you were and he'd like to play with us too." Jeff said.

"But if you don't want to, that's totally okay," Karl interjected. "I know you weren't expecting anyone else to be around."

"Oh, it's okay," Bert responded, though not entirely sure of the feelings swirling around inside of him. He didn't know what else to say so he decided the less he said, the less silly he would sound.

"That's great," Jeff said, and then he ran his hand across Bert's backside, "Karl, this guy has one fine ass. You're gonna love doing him. Come on, let's go upstairs."

The three men made their way back to the small foyer, where the stairs were located that led up to the second floor. They reached the second level and Jeff indicated Karl's room. "This is my guest bedroom, I didn't have it finished when Karl came here, but I'll get it done someday." Bert glanced inside, the room had suitcases stacked in one corner, and there were other stacks of belongings that gave the air of a temporary habitation. There was a comfortable looking bed, and the bedclothes were at least spread neatly, despite the disorder evident elsewhere.

Jeff led the way into his master bedroom. This was a large, spacious room and was adjoined by a large master bathroom that was replete with a large marble tub and a shower. Like the rooms downstairs, the furnishings were tasteful, and fit well with the design. The bed was a western king, situated in the middle of the largest wall, with plenty of space on either side.

"Okay," Jeff said as he came up behind Bert and reached around and tweaked his nipples, "Let's get naked."

Karl was already stripping off his clothes. Bert tried not to watch Karl as he himself undressed but found himself doing so anyway. He'd never overtly watched men undressing in locker rooms before, and had conflicting feelings about doing so now. This was another new experience for him.

Although Bert had glanced at other young men's genitals before while in high school, he hadn't done so out of any sexual interest. He had done it to assure himself that his own penis wasn't unduly small when compared to those of his classmates.

Bert belonged to a gym, and always showered afterward a workout. While showering with other men around, he hardly ever looked downwards, as he had no wish to intrude on someone's privacy.

But, this was different. He was here, of his own volition, to have sex with another man, now other men, and so he found himself watching Karl with a strange mixture of desire and embarrassment.

Karl was over six feet tall. Though his hair was dark blond, his chest and stomach were covered with much darker hair, as was his pubic area. Although his stomach was not as flat as Jeff's, he never-the-less was in very good shape and obviously took care of his body. His legs and buttocks were also covered with a lessor amount of dark hair. As Karl stepped out of his underwear, Bert could see that he was already sporting an erection. Karl was possessed of a penis that, while it didn't appear to be any longer than Bert's own six inch erection, it looked almost as thick as it was long. His testicles were held in a tight, compact scrotum.

Jeff, who by now was nude also, stripped off the top comforter off the bed and lowered the top sheet. He retrieved a bottle of lubricant from a side table, along with a small brown bottle. Bert slipped out of his underwear after folding his clothes neatly over a convenient chair and walked towards the bed. Jeff laid himself on the bed and then motioned for Bert to lay down too. Jeff pulled Bert over his own body, his stiff organ brushing against Bert's flat stomach as he laid Bert in the middle of the bed. Karl in the
meantime had reclined on the other side so that Bert was between the two men.

Immediately, Karl and Jeff began making love to Bert's body. They licked his nipples in unison, and then Karl moved downwards and slid Bert's erect sex into his mouth and gently sucked it, causing Bert to gasp with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Jeff nibbled and licked Bert's nipples, and nuzzled his armpits, licking and gently biting the tender flesh. Bert gave himself up to pure pleasure as the two men devoted their attention to him for several long minutes.

Eventually, Karl tired a little and resumed his prior position beside Bert. He teased and caressed Bert's testicles, while Jeff continued his ministrations to Bert's nipples.

Karl turned a little and nuzzled Bert's neck.

"You ever suck cock before?" Karl whispered into Bert's ear.

Bert shook his head no.

"I want you to suck my dick, before I fuck your ass. Think you can do that?"

In answer, although not sure if he truly wanted to do it, Bert sat up slightly and slid his body down to where his head was level with Karl's crotch. Karl's penis stood proudly in the air, a few drops of clear fluid visible on the wide, burgundy colored glans.

Tentatively, not sure of what he would encounter, Bert moved his face over Karl's groin. He could smell soap, and the unique scent of a scrotum, not a bad odor, but one that he was not accustomed to either. Then, closing his eyes, he opened his mouth, leaned forward and carefully slid what he could manage of Karl's thick erection into his mouth.

To his surprise, there was very little taste. Karl moaned a little and moved his hips, and instinctually Bert began moving his head up and down, trying, without much success to not scrape the sensitive shaft and ridge of the glans with his teeth. Karl's penis was so thick that after only a few minutes, Bert's mouth began to tire a little.

"Bert, look up." Karl ordered.

Bert opened his eyes and looked upwards towards Karl's head.

"Yeah, love lookin' into a guy's eyes when he's suckin' me."

Bert gazed into Karl's eyes as he continued to fellate him. Bert turned his body upwards, and then knelt between Karl's legs while he continued pleasuring the man with his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jeff maneuvered his own body to where he was now behind Bert's kneeling body, and he began to finger Bert's anus with a well lubricated finger. Bert moaned as one finger, then two, delved deeply into his inner recesses. Finally, Bert felt Jeff's erect member, the largest of the three men's, pressing for admittance into his body.

"Shit!" exclaimed Bert as he pulled his mouth off of Karl when the thick head of Jeff's penis breached his anal ring. The sharp cramp made him grimace with pain.

"Sorry, just hold on, I won't move." Jeff apologized. "Give him a hit of poppers." This he said to Karl, who picked up the small brown bottle, and after unscrewing the cap, held the contents up to Bert's nose.

"Poppers," thought Bert. "This is what they used on me when they were fucking me," as his mind went back to the rape he endured over a year ago.

Bert inhaled through one nostril, not too deeply, but anxious for the pain of Jeff's penetration to be over. He sagged a little as the hit took hold. Jeff took the opportunity to press inwards, causing Bert to gasp even more, despite the hit.

Smoothly, steadily, Jeff pushed upwards and inwards, until his entire organ was encased by Bert's lower bowel. Bert's anus was as tight as before when they had coupled at Bert's office, and he was going to have to be careful not to climax before he wanted to.

"Yeah, take that cock man, yeah that's it." Karl said, watching with erotic interest as Bert submitted to the painful penetration.

After Jeff had pushed all the way in, and Bert appeared to have relaxed a little, Karl took his penis in one hand and brushed it back and forth against Bert's mouth.

"Come on, suck me while you're being fucked by that nice dick."

Bert opened his mouth again and Karl moaned as his penis once again was enveloped.

Jeff began making small movements with his hips, then gradually began to thrust in and out of Bert's rectum, trying to not to allow himself to slip out entirely as Bert's anus tended to tighten up immediately after withdrawal, which made re-entry difficult again. After several minutes, Bert found himself relaxing fairly well, and he enjoyed Jeff's appreciative gasps of pleasure.

As he continued to pleasure Karl's organ, the sensation of the shaft moving within him, and Jeff's pendulous testicles slapping between his legs became ever more pleasurable, and he found himself very aroused. Bert's penis was very rigid and he found himself trying to rub it with one hand, but he couldn't maintain his balance very well because Jeff was thrusting wildly in and out and very close to his orgasm.

Bert, sensing his teeth were scraping Karl painfully because of Jeff's motions, pulled his mouth up off of Karl and rested his head on Karl's belly while waiting for Jeff's climax.

"Hunnnnkkkgggggg." Jeff ducked his head and grunted while he plowed into Bert's rectum one more time. Bert could feel the penis throbbing and could sense, though not directly feel, the semen splashing into his lower colon.

Karl now moved to take his turn. He slid his body out from under Bert and Jeff's figures. He smeared his erection with a liberal amount of lubrication. Taking the bottle of poppers, he clambered around behind Jeff's body.

"Scoot his ass up further on the bed." he instructed.

Wobbling, Bert and Jeff, still coupled by Jeff's slowly deflating organ, moved further up on the bed.

"Take a really good hit." Karl instructed Bert. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, so you're gonna need it."

A little alarmed, Bert took a long hit from the offered bottle and immediately his consciousness almost faded out. He was dimly aware of Jeff's long organ sliding out of his anal cavity. Then he felt Karl mount his buttocks. Bert had stretched out on the bed face down, completely relaxed. The very thick head of Karl's penis probed against Bert's anus, and then abruptly punched through his anal sphincter.

"Ah!" Bert cried out.

"Hey, don't hurt him." Jeff said.

"I'm not hurtin' him, he's okay. Give him another hit."

Bert took another hit.

"Okay baby, here we go."

With that Karl slammed the rest of his thick penis into Bert's body with a force that bordered on cruelty. Bert gave another strangled gasp and then spread his legs to try to more easily accommodate the man thrusting into him savagely.

While Karl's penis wasn't as long as Jeff's, it was excessively thick and caused Bert a lot of pain. Bert's own penis deflated entirely as Karl continued to brutally thrust his organ in and out of Bert's rectum.

By degrees, Bert's anus relaxed and the pain faded away. He found himself anticipating Karl's lunging thrusts and began moving his hips backwards to meet them. Bert's penis became erect again and now he pleasured himself by rubbing against the sheet below him.

Jeff sat nearby and offered the men encouragement as they rutted like wild animals.

"Yeah, fuck that ass, fuck that tight, hot hole, fuck it. Fuck him good, come on, take that dick."

Karl's penis slipped out of Bert's anal canal once, and then again. Bert's anus was so relaxed that Karl was able to reintroduce his organ almost without any pain to Bert. Suddenly, Karl repeatedly began to completely withdraw his member and slam it back into Bert's prone body. Bert's anus had no time to react and he could feel it gaping open between the wild thrust, the air reaching his inner recesses feeling odd and cool.

Karl thrust wildly several more times, before he groaned and began ejaculating all over Bert's buttocks. He pushed in his pulsating organ one last time deep inside of Bert, but the majority of his semen had been sprayed all over Bert's buttocks and lower back.

Bert moaned now with frustration. He hadn't reached orgasm, and now both his partners were spent.

But Karl wasn't finished yet. He withdrew and then helped Bert flip over. He dribbled some lubricant on Bert's penis, then some on his own fingers, and then carefully inserted three of his thick fingers into Bert's anal canal.

"Jack off while I rub your prostate." he instructed Bert.

Bert began to masturbate, trying to ignore the full sensation in his rectum as he did so. The prostate massage was distracting at first. Jeff began licking and biting Bert's nipples.

Soon, despite the distractions, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. Karl moved his fingers back and forth firmly over Bert's sex gland as Bert stroked his penis with ever increasing intensity and finally his pelvis began to buck as he started to ejaculate. Karl pressed his fingers steadily against Bert's prostate throughout his orgasm and Bert felt the organ pulsate as it propelled his semen out of his urethra. Bert's semen arched through the air and splashed his face once, the lessor spurts lacing across his chest and stomach.

Exhausted, Bert fell almost immediately into a light slumber. After a short nap that lasted about 20 minutes, he was awakened by Karl and Jeff chatting, and the three soon rose and showered.

Jeff made Bert promise to call again soon, and Bert left after receiving a hug from each of the two men. He wasn't sure when he would call Jeff again, but he definitely knew that he was going call again.

[garsento]

The final part, "Bart and the Party", is below.

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Bert found that he was very sore after his encounter with Jeff and Karl. Not only was his anus and the surrounding area sore and tender, but he found other muscles throughout his body were sore from the unaccustomed movements and positions associated with coupling with the two men.

Bert did not spend much time assessing what he'd done from a moral standpoint. He vaguely suspected that if he allowed himself to dwell on his actions, that he'd only end up by despising himself and he reasoned that he did not want to end up feeling bad over something that had in reality provided him with unbridled pleasure.

Several weeks quickly passed by. Bert was very busy with work and had hardly a spare moment to himself. He thought of the episode with Jeff and Karl frequently, but was not tempted to call Jeff because he did not have the opportunity to slip away, even for a few hours.

At last though, work did slow down, and when his wife reminded him that she and the children would be flying back east to visit her parents for a week, Bart's mind was immediately drawn back to thoughts of Jeff. Bert pondered if he would call Jeff, or would he resist and put his encounters behind him forever?

Bert shortly had his answer. Bert saw his family safely off at the airport on a Friday afternoon. After his wife called later that evening to confirm their safe arrival, Bert immediately dialed Jeff's number.

Jeff picked up his phone almost immediately and seemed genuinely pleased that Bert was calling. They chatted for a few minutes, about nothing in particular. Bert indicated his family was out of town. Jeff, it turned out, was on his way out the door to a party.

"Hey guy, think you'd be up to going with me?" Jeff asked. "It's going to be fun."

"Well, I don't know if I should." Bert hesitated, pondering on all the variables. Suppose someone there knew him? How would he handle that?

"Come on, it's just a small group of my gay friends. They're all great guys, you don't have anything to worry about."

"Okay, I'll go." Bert said impulsively. His desire to see Jeff again was over-riding his feelings of caution.

"Cool, meet me at my place. You remember how to get here?"

"Sure, give me about half an hour or so."

"Okay, ciao."

Bert drove over to Jeff's house and pulled up alongside Jeff's car in the driveway. Jeff seemed to be in a hurry, as he was waiting inside his car and motioned for Bert to join him in his car. Bert hopped in and Jeff quickly backed out of his driveway and soon Bert found they were traveling along the highway.

"So, how have you been?" Jeff asked Bert, his hand lightly squeezing Bert's knee.

"I've been pretty good. Working my ass off as usual. You're looking pretty good."

"Thanks. We're going to have a good time tonight. You'll like my friends."

The two men chatted about work and sports during the drive. Bert didn't pay much attention to where they were going, but soon realized they were in a very well-heeled part of the city and presently they pulled up into the impressive looking entrance of an exclusive community.

Jeff quickly punched in a code on the security keypad and the gates swung open.

"I wonder if these walls and gates really reduce crime?" Bert asked as the car proceeded forward on the well lit street.

"Well, I suppose they might slow it down a little." Jeff responded as he guided the car into a visitor parking area and pulled into a space.

"We're not allowed to park on the streets. Where we're headed is pretty close." Jeff said as he got out and locked the car.

They walked about a block and turned a corner and Bert saw they were headed towards an impressive looking two-story home, rather formal in design that was situated on a 2 acre lot. The entire back yard was surrounded by a tall, solid privacy fence and as the two men drew closer, Bert could hear the voices of people talking and laughing and the unmistakable sounds of splashing in a pool coming from the back of the house.

They walked up the drive to the front door. As Jeff rang the bell, he shot a sly, sideways glance at Jeff and smiled.

"Uh, by the way, in case I forgot to tell you, this is nudist event."

"What?!"

Jeff smirked wickedly and gave a throaty laugh at the shocked look that crossed Bert's face.

"Asshole," muttered Bert as he directed an angry glare at Jeff.

Jeff laughed again as the door swung open. A man with silver-gray hair peered out from the behind the door, his eyes twinkling behind the wire frames of the glasses he was wearing.

"Hello there Jeff, and this must be your friend," the man opened the door wider and beckoned them to enter, "You're the last to arrive, but the party just got started."

Jeff indicated that Bert should step forward, and Bert crossed the threshold into the large and impressive entrance hallway of the home. His eyes swept quickly over luxurious marble flooring, sleek columns that flanked a designer staircase and then he glanced into a living room that was graced with wood flooring, and tasteful, understated furniture artfully arranged with an area rug in front of a fireplace.

Bert turned slightly until his eyes came to rest on the nude man who had opened the door. Bert placed him at about 55 years of age, very well preserved and in good shape. He was rather short and slim, but not too thin. His chest hair was gray, as was his pubic hair though it was somewhat darker. He was possessed of a rather pendulous set of genitals, his scrotum was loose and topped by a uncircumcised penis that was very relaxed and bobbed and swayed with his movements.

Jeff promptly introduced him to their host.

"Bert, this is Dave, a very good friend of mine. I've known Dave and his husband Bob for 20 years."

Bert shook hands with Dave, and tried to rid himself of any feelings of embarrassment. It felt odd to be shaking hands with a naked man he'd never met before.

"It's very nice to meet you Bert. Jeff, you want to show him wear to hang his clothes up? I'll be at the bar if you need anything." Dave was rather effeminate and he swayed rather like a woman as he swept away to the back entrance of the house.

Jeff led Bert through to a room that was conveniently equipment with clothes racks and quickly they slipped out of their clothing. Bert lingered a moment while hanging up his shirt, and felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of his stomach.

Jeff stepped behind him, and hugging him lightly, he nuzzled Bert's neck and murmured "You going to be okay?"

"Yeah," Bert sighed, enjoying the warmth of Jeff's body against his back and buttocks, "I just feel a little weird."

"It'll be okay. We're going to have fun."

Jeff led Bert through the house and they headed out the back door into a dimly lit patio area. There was a wet bar, with snacks and glasses arranged invitingly. Dave presided over the bar and handed them both a daiquiri and they wandered over to a table. Bert estimated there were about a dozen or so of nude men in the back yard, either sitting and talking around the patio area or in the pool and a Jacuzzi. They were all of various ages, all in relatively good shape, some more so than others. Bert was relieved there were no real gym buffs present, just regular looking men with average to good looks.

Bert nervously sipped his drink and tried to relax. Presently a few men came up and spoke pleasantly to Jeff, one of the men was Bob, Dave's partner, who in turn introduced the men to Bert. They seemed to be completely unconscious of their bodies and as they conversed Bert was able to look at their nudity with only a little embarrassment, even as the men in their turn looked over Bert's trim and fit body with appreciation. One man approached that Bert recognized instantly: It was Karl.

"Hello Bert!" Karl said, smiling as he held out his hand. "How the hell have you been?"

"I'm doing great," Bert responded. "Is your house finished up by now?"

"Oh yeah, took the assholes long enough, but they finally got it done."

"That's good."

"So," Karl stood closer to Bert so that his crotch was at eye level with Bert's face, "You're here to have fun tonight?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," Bert said, glancing quickly at Karl's penis, which he could plainly see was very relaxed, and while not erect, it was at least semi-erect.

"Cool." Karl swept a hand down across Bert's chest, and then leaned forward and caressed Bert's taut and closely held genitals, "I'll see you guys later."

Bert had blushed a little during Karl's touch and looked around to see if anyone had been watching them but no one seemed in the least concerned or interested. He felt himself relaxing a bit more. His penis had relaxed too, as a downward glance had confirmed. Bert felt a little less self-conscious about his nudity.

"Why don't you go soak in the Jacuzzi for awhile," Jeff indicated the unit which had a small boardwalk leading up to it. It was set some distance from the patio and was surrounded by various plantings. "It'll help you to relax a bit. You look a little uptight." This was said with a glance at Bert's still rather contracted genitals.

"Don't you want to come too?" Bert asked.

"I'll be over later, you go ahead."

Bert nodded his assent and left his drink at the table after another sip and headed over to the unit. It was bubbling invitingly and he gratefully sank into its warm water and allowed the jets to massage his back. He sat for several long minutes until the pump shut down. He started to get up.

"Wait, I'll reset the timer." This came from a man that Bert hadn't yet been introduced to. He was a bit taller than Bert, stocky without being really fat, he had a wide chest, a rather thick waist with just a hint of a paunch and beefy, muscular buttocks and legs.

The man reset the timer and then climbed into the tub. Bert stole a quick look at his crotch as he climbed in. He had a modest looking penis, along with an averaged sized scrotum. He settled onto a seat and closed his eyes.

"I'm Brian, by the way. I don't think I've seen you here before have I?"

"No, this is my first time here. I'm Bert."

"Nice to meet you."

"And you."

"And so you came with Jeff?"

"Yeah."

"He's a nice guy."

"Yeah, he is."

"Are you two an item?"

"Oh no, we're just friends."

"He throws a mean fuck. I take it you're a bottom?"

Bert raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he wanted to discuss the subject with someone he met less than five minutes ago.

"Well, I'm not too experienced with all of this."

Brian opened one eye and looked over at Bert. "He's fucked your ass, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then I'd say you're probably a bottom. Jeff's a strict top."

Bert shrugged.

"You're new at this huh? Jeff loves fucking newbies." Brian said in an off-handed manner that for some reason rather rankled with Bert.

"I don't know what I am, at the moment." Bert retorted, not feeling very comfortable with the direction of Brian's remarks.

"It's cool, don't worry about it.'

The heat of the Jacuzzi was starting to feel uncomfortable to Bert, made more so with his irritation with Brian's comments. After a few more minutes, he mentioned that he needed to take a dip in the pool to cool off a bit. Brian nodded sleepily in response.

Bert left the Jacuzzi, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Brian opened his eyes as he was stepping out of the tub and checked out his crotch. Bert took his time getting out and allowed Brian to look at him all he wanted. Bert then walked to the shallow end of the pool and waded in.

Despite the fact that the pool was heated, it still felt very cool as he walked in and he began to swim energetically back and forth across the width of the pool to warm up a bit. There were two or three other men enjoying the water too. Bert avoided looking at them as he entered the water. The water was actually very pleasant and after he became accustomed to the temperature of the water. He swam contentedly and relaxed.

Presently several other men came splashing into the pool, some talking quietly and laughing. Others were kissing each other amorously and groping each other in the water. A couple left the main group and approached Bert and introduced themselves as Mike and Jim.

"You came with Jeff, didn't you?" Mike asked.

"Yes."

"Looks like he's having a good time already." Jim added, with a nod of his head towards the Jacuzzi.

Bert turned and looked at the Jacuzzi and was absolutely stunned to see that Jeff had mounted Brian, the man he'd been talking to earlier and was vigorously thrusting into his body. Brian was leaning over the edge of the tub, his legs spread and his buttocks thrust back. His eyes were closed and his mouth open in a rictus of pain and pleasure. His penis was limp and bobbed back and forth with the movements of Jeff's steady thrusting. Jeff's eyes were closed too, and his face had a determined, almost cruel expression that Bert wasn't sure he liked. There was surprisingly little sound, just a faint slap of Jeff's body as it pounded against Brian's buttocks.

No one at the party seemed to pay much attention to this scene. Bert, aroused, and for some reason alarmed all at the same time, looked away.

Since Jeff was having sex with Brian, Bert reasoned that his chances of having sex with Jeff himself were rapidly evaporating. Sex with Jeff was the reason, after all, that he had called Jeff in the first place. He started to have definite feelings of disappointment and wondered when Jeff would be ready to go home. "Should have brought my own car," Bert grumbled to himself.

Mike & Jim seemed inclined to continue their chatting, but Bert, suddenly not in a mood to be sociable politely excused himself to go find a bathroom.

Bert made his way out of the pool, and found that he was a little chilly. He grabbed a towel from a stack conveniently sitting on a small table and dried off his dripping body as quickly as he could. Then he went to ask Dave, who was still at his post at the bar where he could find a bathroom and was directed to one on the ground floor of the house. Bert glanced once more at the Jacuzzi and saw that Jeff was still continued his determined thrusting into Brian's body. He turned and walked into the house.

Bert quickly located the bathroom which was down a long hallway. After using the toilet and washing his hands, he opened the door and nearly ran headlong into Karl, who was standing just outside the door.

"Whoa!" Bert exclaimed as he brought himself up short.

"Hi," Karl said, his voice low and husky. "How are you?"

"Um, I'm fine, how are you?" Bert asked uncertainly.

"Oh, I'm doing okay." Karl place his right hand on Bert's chest, and then allowed it to drift downwards until it enveloped Bert's slowly hardening penis.

"Ummm," Bert moaned a little as Karl's hand continued to expertly manipulate his organ.

"Let's go down here," Karl invited, grasping Bert's arm and leading him down the hallway into a darkened room that turned out to be a small bedroom.

Karl quickly pushed Bert down onto the bed and slid Bert's erect organ into his mouth. Bert gasped with the sudden pleasure, and leaned back on the bed as Karl easily engulfed his 6 inches and swirled his tongue around Bert's sensitive glans.

Presently, Bert felt a spit soaked finger circle his anus. Karl then started probing inside, first with one thick finger, then with two, which was truthfully not always pleasurable, but Bert remained still and allowed the fingers to wedge one way, then the other, inside of his tight anal cavity. Then came three fingers, stabbing and circling, widening, and wiggling. Bert gasped and squirmed a little under this increased assault, the ring of his anus was burning but Karl held him firmly and bobbed his head up and down on Bert's stiff organ.

Finally, with torturously slow precision, Karl lifted his mouth from Bert's throbbing penis and adjusted his body above Bert's. Karl guided his rigid, thick organ which he had lubricated with his own saliva into the area occupied by his thick fingers, then he withdrew his fingers and just as quickly, penetrated, and before Bert could really prepare himself, the thick helmet of Karl's blunt bullet-shaped penis was already deeply inside of him. Karl firmly slid his penis home, stretching Bert's anus thickly and painfully
which caused Bert to gasp. Karl almost immediately began to thrust in and out of Bert's body.

Bert clenched his eyes shut fiercely and endured as much as he could before crying out.. "Fuck, stop! You're hurting me! Oh, shit, shit!"

"Sh, it's okay, I won't move anymore until you tell me to."

Bert grimaced with pain as a sharp cramp took possession of his anal area. True to his word, Karl remained motionless as he waited for Bert to indicate he was okay.

Gradually, the searing pain in Bert's anus dimmed somewhat, and he sighed cautiously, not entirely trusting Karl to remain still.

Karl heard the low sighing sound that meant that Bertwas feeling better, and he felt his own organ lurch with desire. Bert was now looking into Karl's eyes with a face that was flushed with the mixture of his pain and desire.

Slowly, cautiously, Karl began to thrust, ever watchful of Bert's expression. Soon, he was thrusting rapidly, and Bert's hips were unconsciously thrusting to meet his own as the two men both moved together in synch in the ancient dance of male sexual need. As Bert continued to relax and loosen up, Karl thrust ever more vigorously. Finally, throwing Bert's legs up on his shoulders, Karl began hammering into Bert with a long session of hard, deep thrusts that was satisfying to both of them. Finally, just as Bert began to feel that he was going to have to ask Karl to stop, Karl could no longer hold back and gasped and gave a long groan of pleasure as his seed spurted fitfully into Bert's rectum.

The two men lay quietly coupled together. Bert did not orgasm, but never-the-less, he felt satisfied.

After several more minutes, Karl got up and told Bert to have a good weekend and left the room.

Bert rested quietly for a few more moments, then got up himself and found the bathroom and cleaned up.

As he was leaving the bathroom, he noticed that most of the men had come into the house from outside, and that most of them were coupling up in groups of twos and threes. Bert looked around for a few seconds and located Jeff, who was locked in a passionate kiss with another guy.

Bert really did want to go home now. He was pondering how to interrupt Jeff when he suddenly saw Mike and Jim quickly approaching him. He pretended not to see them, and seeing a dark entryway with stairs leading downwards, he decided to duck down the stairs for a few minutes to hide out from the couple.

It didn't work, and Bert instantly realized that he'd made a mistake because as he went down the stairs, he realized he would be easily cornered. The stairs were carpeted, but even so he could hear the soft footfalls of the two men as they followed him.

"Hey Bert, where ya goin' man?" Mike asked in a half-whisper.

"Um, I'm just doing a little exploring." Bert nervously responded, but in a more normal tone of voice than Mike's.

"Were you looking for the playroom?" Jim asked.

"Um, I don't know, what playroom?"

"This one." Mike said, and swung open a door on the right side of the hallway.

Bert went to the door and looked inside. There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, and a bed. The cuffs on the wall at the head of the bed immediately caught Bert's eye. He felt the blood leaving his face. This was the room where he had been raped!

Bert fell backwards with a small, strangled cry. Mike and Jeff both caught him and propelled him into the room.

"We're going to fuck your ass man."

"No, I want to leave now. Let go of me!" Bert said firmly, trying to shake off the men's hands.

Mike's hand dug fiercely into Bert's arm. "I said we're going to fuck you, and all you need to do is be quiet. You came down here looking for the playroom, and now you've found it so don't get coy with us man."

Working quickly, the two men had Bert chained and suspended in the sling before he knew what was happening.

His legs were spread and he was mounted by Mike who slid his long organ deeply inside of Bert and didn't pause for a second even though Bert gasped and cried out for him to slow down because of the pain.

Mike thrust ever more violently and cruelly and took a long time to reach his climax. Bert was moaning with pain by the time the man was done using him. Immediately after Bert felt Mike's semen jetting into his lower bowel, Mike withdrew and was immediately replaced by Jim who proceeded to thrust without any restraint wildly into Bert's body. Jim didn't take as long to reach his orgasm, and soon he was moaning lustfully as he spent himself inside of Bert's tight cavity.

The two men left Bert in the sling and then exited the room, despite Bert's pleas to let him loose.

Soon, Bert heard more men approaching...

[CABAREDADDY]

Wow, great story.  I'm hard and leaking the whole time.

[shinelover]

Wow, that was fucking HOT!