In the Murphys' Bed

When I graduated from college with a humanities degree, I didn't know what to do or what career path to start down so as a stopgap I went back to my 'college job' delivering pizza for a national franchise/chain we'll call Dominic's here. One of the managers was a guy my age named Paul Murphy (names changed for this story) and his baby mama was a woman named Sonja, who I still think about today. I should say this was 1986 in the South.

I was an introverted, bookish twink from the South, although I am not sure 'twink' was even slang then. And, I was a bisexual virgin shy with men and women. Very dependent on porn, I jerked off to Penthouse, Penthouse letters and also Honcho and Blueboy. It also was the Bible Belt where it was difficult to find video porn.

However, this cheap motel in my hometown had a satellite dish and had some porn feeds to the rooms. I got the idea that I could rent a room, bring in a VCR and record a ton of porn to jerk off to.

One hot summer day, I carried out my scheme. Started the tape going on a juicy porn channel, then booked it to work a lunch shift. I don't remember how a conversation led to me revealing what I was doing. Maybe I even bragged a little to Paul about my ingenuity. He asked if he could join me after work and watch some of it with me. Ordinarily, he'd go home and Sonja would relieve him from his work shift. She worked there, too, and he would watch the kids, but for a couple of weeks, the kids were with their grandma.

After my shift, I went back to the motel and I got hard, but I didn't want to jerk off yet. Paul got there, dusted with flour and still in his polyester work shirt. It was summer and I was sweaty, so I was down to my boxers and t-shirt. Removing them was honestly only to dry off, it was July in the South, and I cranked down the AC to 68F, too.

Paul was tall and lanky. He had some light acne scars that along with a broken nose gave him a rugged look. Imagine a cowboy without the hat. Anyway, in my experience, build does not always match cock size. Some short guys have long cocks and some long guys have short ones. However, with a tall skinny guy, the probability of a big dick is higher. Paul was swinging some pipe, and you could tell sometimes in the way the blue work pants fit him. I already was curious as to what was underneath his zipper.

We settled in to watch the porn, and he'd brought a six pack with him, and a pizza, of course. The pizza was between us on the bed and we both rested our backs on the headboard. Sipped beers and ate slices and commented on the action. I remember when it got really hot on the screen, then it got quiet. We had put the extra beers on ice in the motel sink, using ice from the machine down the hall.

After about 30 minutes, I got up to get us the second round from the sink and he laughed at the tent in my boxers still up on the walk back to the bed. I laughed, too.

Paul said, "Go ahead take it out if you'd be more comfortable. I will if you will. This shit has me stiff as a board."

The window unit still hadn't caught up to the humidity in the room so, two beers in now, I was relaxed enough to shed my boxers and tee. Paul got naked. Now, my dick is cut and very average, under six inches. Paul's was a touch over 7 inches and uncut, thicker and more veiny than mine. Like I said, I was bi or bi-curious, but I was very curious about uncircumcised cock.

Paul asked me if I had any lube. Blushing, I produced a bottle of flavored lube. Paul sort of grunted a 'huh' and applied it to his cock.

"I'm not going to let myself cum. Don't worry. I am going to build up for Sonja later and see if she'll blow me or fuck her ass."

Meanwhile, I was lubing up and starting to stroke.

"I mean, unless you suck cock?" Paul said.

Startled, I said, "No, no, man, I've never sucked." Looking back, I guess that was an unconscious tip off to Paul. I didn't say "I wouldn't."

"Why the mango flavored lube then?" He asked.

"It was on sale," I replied truthfully.

Paul laughed. "Oh, too bad. I love blowjobs for guys. Sonja is great at it, best ever from a woman, but between you and me, I used to get regulars from this older fag, and he was fucking amazing."

"Wow, really?" I was genuinely shocked.

"Yeah, I tried sucking twice with a friend, but I didn't really get into it. I was just being polite for him sucking me. Turned out, he just was grateful to suck me he wanted cock so bad. I think gay dudes generally love it even more than sluts."

There was an awkward silence filled only by the sounds of the porno, our breathing and the liquid noises of our stroking.

Finally, timidly, I said, "I... I've always been a little curious about it, but I wanted to get with a woman before I did that." Again, it was probably liquid courage on my part as I finished my beer.

"What if I could get Sonja to let you fuck her and take your cherry? Would you pay in advance and suck my cock?"

He could see on my face that I was conflicted.

"I'll call her and ask her."

I freaked out a little. I didn't want her to know I was a virgin, and I said as much. Looking back, Paul didn't seem surprised.

"Ben, she thinks you're cute as fuck. We've wanted to do a three-way for a year, but we're afraid of AIDS. The fact that you have never had sex with anyone. Fuck man, that's a relief, and we'd be happy to break you in."

When he said, "break you in" he sort of had a mischievous, evil grin.

He got on the phone and after some chit-chat about work and how it was even slower that day between the rushes, Paul got to the point and replayed our conversation.

"I thought so, but we have to convince him. Say that again to him," he laughed and held the phone up to my right ear.

Sonja had a super sexy, husky Demi Moore-type voice.

"Ben, I would be honored to give you your first pussy. If you suck Paul's cock today, I'll do that, but you have to do it again with us both so I can see you do it. Doesn't he have a beautiful dick? I don't mind sharing it with you, cutie."

I nodded and feebly said, "OK, Sonja."

It sounded like she had put her hand over her mouth and the receiver end of the phone. Someone there at work must have walked in.

"God, you already are making me wet. I wish I could get away from here to see you give your first blowjob. I gotta go though."

She hung up.

Suddenly, I was scared, intimidated and hard as steel.

"Don't worry, boy. We'll go slow and I'll tell you what to do."

Paul stood up. His erection was full, the foreskin had retreated to a ring of flesh at the top of the shaft, and the veins were inflated, giving his cock the appearance an angry tree root or snake. Paul sat on the end of the bed facing the porn on the CRT tv screen.

"Get over here, Ben, and get on your knees."

I remembered later how I felt. Like an out-of-body experience. I simply obeyed like a robot or dog, not a thought in my head. As I knelt, he spread his legs in invitation.

He pushed his cock down and out to me. I still vividly recall him telling me to "Just kiss that drop." I did and it smeared on my lips. Instinctively I licked it off and involuntarily made a "mmmmm" sound that embarrassed me.

Paul chuckled with a slightly smug and arrogant tone, "Sweet, isn't it? Bitches love it." Then, he took my head in his hands and guided my head up to meet his eyes. I'll never forget that look. There was so much in it and the mood shifted because of what I saw -- dominance, strength, possessiveness. Next, Paul guided my head down to his balls.

Clearly, he had showered that morning. He wasn't gross but the work of the day and the hours since had given his crotch a musky, sweaty scent but must have been full of pheromones because it sure inflamed my lust. To this day, I love balls as much as the cock itself. Paul ground my nose and mouth into them and told me to lick him clean. I did. I had to. My acceptance of my own submission compelled me, and my mind was just along for the ride my body was on.

After a few minutes of ball sucking and scrotum licking, his hands guided my lapping tongue up his shaft, positioned my mouth at the tip and pushed me down.

My mouth was a sheath for his sword, and I was conquered, a full-fledged cocksucker, and one who less than a half hour before had been a reluctant one. It was a conversion experience.

Paul let me go slow and savor. I couldn't get all his shaft in my mouth and throat, but I did manage all but the last inch or two. He seemed pleased. His grunts and moans told me so.

Then, the dirty talk began. "Faster, faggot," and "Suck that cock," and "Yeah, that's right, boy, like that." The only other sounds were wet ones of my sucking and slurping of his dick, and my own whimpers and moans of lust. Paul didn't exactly face fuck me but his hands on my head set my pace. I also got more frenzied and animalistic in my hunger to taste his load, despite my earlier protestations.

Finally, with a big groan, he unloaded the first seed of a man I would ever taste -- big, copious, squirts formed little puddles of it in my mouth. It was simultaneously bitter, salty and even a little sweet. Paul ordered me to save it.

Just after he pulled out, he ordered me to show him his cum in my mouth and I complied. I'll never forget his taste, like it imprinted on my brain, and I knew then I would crave more in the future.

"Good boy. Now, swallow it."

I did and it slid quickly down my throat and into my belly.

There was that awkward post-nut clarity between us. Although neither of us was completely silent, the conversation was limited, "I'm going to get cleaned up." And "thanks" and "see you at work." It was weird and I was trying to determine what it all meant. In a way, I would be answering that question for myself for the rest of the summer.

Hours later after going home, I came back to the room and collected my VCR and

the tapes. In the days that followed, I would ponder what I was feeling and who I was sexually. Things seemed to reset to normal, and I began to think it was all a one-off until the following Thursday, during the lull between lunch and dinner rushes, Sonya came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

"I hope you're available on Saturday because I can't wait. Paul has you scheduled off at 8 p. m., I'm off and he isn't closing. No kids at home, and I want to see you on your knees and sucking him again for me."

She pinched my ass and went back to the make table for the sole order up. Her tease got me revving. All I could think about was fucking her and sucking Paul again. I managed to stay busy and distract myself with reading and work, but my mind kept wandering back to dirty thoughts and fantasies.

Skipping ahead, by 8:30 Saturday night, I was naked, kneeling and had a mask on, a leather hood so Sonja could take Polaroids while I was anonymous. An MMF bi porn was playing on the TV. Sonya was on the phone with her sister as she buzzed herself with a vibrator and told her about me without giving her my name. I was hard as a rock, and she was getting pretty worked up when Paul finally came through the door a little after 9 p. m. He laughed when he saw us both and said he had better catch up. Sonya hung up with her sister while Paul stripped.

"Well, Sonya, should we pay up for Ben?" He had to remind her of the bargain he'd made with me, then she nodded enthusiastically. Sonya slumped forward so her ass was on the edge of the chair, and I positioned myself between her legs. Before I could do anything, Paul insisted on doing the honors. He guided my cock to her pussy with it in his hand, and I felt the tip go in then slowly sank inside her.

No one forgets their first and I certainly haven't. I vividly recall that sensation of sinking my cock into a warm, wet, unexpectedly tight pussy. I remember Sonya's breathing and smile. She moaned low and quiet, and urged me to take my time. When I thought I had it under control I began a slow-motion in and out as both of them urged me on. I was proud I lasted as long as I did. Sonya could tell I was struggling, almost in pain, with holding back.

"Fuck me," she said. "Go ahead and let it rip. We're just getting started."

By then she was ready for my quick strokes and in another minute, I unleashed a huge, virgin load inside her. Sonya was impressed with it, but she wanted to hold it in. I didn't learn why until later and propped herself up. I was so relieved and despite the earlier blowjob I had given, I finally felt like a man, not a virgin boy.

Except for the sounds of our breathing and Paul's edging with lube, the room was silent as Sonya and I both relaxed. She hadn't cum but her pussy and libido were at full boil by then.

"Now, I want to see it, Ben" Sonya said. "I want to see you suck Paul's cock."

Having just cum, I was a little hesitant. She could see it. "A deal is a deal," Sonya said, with a little steel and determination in her voice.

Once Paul's cock was in front of my face though, I lost my hesitancy. It mesmerized me. I kissed the tip and licked up a large drop of precum suspended there, which elicited a sigh from Sonya as she rubbed her right palm on her pussy.

"That's sooo hot," she said.

My lips took I half his cock head, my upper lip resting in small depression before the top ridge of the glans. I suckled it, nursing on that precum, cock milk and I felt Paul shiver at the sensation before I thrust my mouth down on the shaft.

"Oh, god, oh God," Sonya moaned. "You are such a cute little, cocksucking faggot."

I winced at the word but was simultaneously turned on by it. Back and forth, Paul's cock thrust slowly in and out of my mouth but never exiting my mouth entirely, thankfully. My tongue rubbed underneath and when withdrawn enough, teased his cockhead. His precum was so sweet I still remember the taste in that moment.

Having already cum once, I was a little less fevered in my mental state. I paid more attention to technique and the sensation of having a father's cock inside me, in my mouth. Paul was my boss, sexually experienced, taller and better endowed than me, more assertive and confident. Plus, he had procreated, and I had not. Despite one fuck under my belt, he still felt far superior to me and as I kneeled and pleased him, I was even more aware of the power dynamics.

Sonya was fully aware of them. His domination of another man was like poppers to her. She was fingering herself and licking her juices and mine from her fingers, breathing heavy, whimpering and keeping up the dirty talk.

"Yeah, you love that cock, don't you, Ben? I can tell. You're as much a bitch to it as I am, maybe more." Sonya pinched her nipples as she said this.

Paul was picking up the pace now, and his earlier patience was paying off because I was able to keep up. I gagged a little but I was getting better at repressing that reflex and on the deeper thrusts I felt his balls against my chin. I was moaning around his cock from time to time, too.

"Such a sweet, little fag," Paul said, breaking his silence. "We can keep you busy all summer and get you trained up." I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth, both frightened and excited at the prospect. Paul looked down on me like a conqueror with my consent and spirit now in his possession. He knew. That's when he came. This time he pulled out early and those thick, white ropes of seed coated my face.

Sonya also came at the sight of me and my baptism as their submissive. None of us said it outloud or even fully realized it, but that's what it was.

In an almost frenzy, Sonya dropped to her knees beside me, grabbed my face and plunged her tongue into my mouth. I whimpered into her welcome assault. Next, she pulled back and proceeded to lick Paul's seed from my face every drop, then kissed me again. We shared the load, each of us swallowing and drinking him in.

It got quiet after that. Paul and Sonya collapsed on the couch, and I fell into a beat-up, old but comfortable recliner.

I smiled to myself when I savored the fact that I was no longer a virgin, and Sonya laughed as she caught me. Then, we all shared a laugh as Paul proceeded to roll a celebratory blunty. Sonya started asking me what I liked, and we shared tokes and drinks as we chatted. The more we talked about what we had done the more we wanted to do it again. With the help of the pot, the smell of sex in the air and the discussion, Paul's cock and mine started to get hard. Sonya teased us and suggested a retreat to the bedroom.

Paul said he wanted to fuck both our asses, and Sonya agreed that would be hot. I was nervous, but they promised to guide me through it and be patient. To this day, I have never been a crossdresser or confused about my sexual identity, bi, but there was something very hot, sisterly and submissive about the way Sonya showed me how to clean myself out. We each put in butt plugs and went back to the room.

Paul was lounging in the middle of the bed, and we laid down on either side of him.

Paul and Sonya slowly made out, kissing and caressing, and I started exploring Paul's body. I have always been drawn to scents, musk and sweat, and without thinking about it, I began sniffing at his hairy armpit, which just pulled me in. The smell of it made me so hard, and eventually they both noticed how excited nuzzling under his arm was making me.

All of us were revved up again and Paul got up. Sonya guided me into a position with my knees tucked under me against my chest, my head on the bed, and my ass up and asshole gaped, pointed up. Sonya got in the same, first sliding my butt plug out and then hers.

My nervousness was apparent, and I was almost shaking.

Sonya said in a soothing whisper, "Shhhh, it's going to be OK. You're going to love this. It's going to be so hot seeing you get fucked for the first time." Then she uttered a surprised "Oh" as Paul slowly thrust into her ass. His second thrust elicited a deep moan and an "Oh, god." The bed started to rock back and forth slightly as Paul fucked her ass. Her face was turned toward me, and I could see her glassy eyes and mouth as she concentrated on the sensations.

After a couple more minutes, Paul stopped and anticipated what was next. I felt his hands on my ass after he positions the tip of his cock at my anus. Sonya smiled at me as a felt Paul slowly and carefully penetrate me. I made the same sounds Sonya had minutes before.

After a few thrusts, Paul began gently smacking my ass. I felt so submissive and fem, especially after Paul said, "That's a good girl. That's a good slut. Take my cock. You love it."

I moaned. Sonya was really getting into it and turned on as it was her turn to watch me and hear me moan.

She asked, "Are you going to be our good, little bitch now, Benny? Are you going to let us use you and teach you how to be an obedient slave?"

That really lit something inside. I wanted to be owned then. I wanted to please them, and I moaned a loud "yeah."

They both gave a satisfied laugh.

"From virgin to whore in one night," Paul said as he slammed into my ass again and I groaned. Paul started slapping my ass and fucking faster. I was leaking precum and when we were at peak, he pulled out. I gasped and protested.

Next, I heard him ask Sonya, "Do you still want to do it? You sure?"

"Oh, fuck yes, more than ever."

"Ben, we're all in for a first time now," Paul said. "This is our first DP." He explained the position: Paul on bottom, Sonya on him with his cock in her ass and reversed facing me, and me on top fucking her pussy. As inexperienced as I was, I am not sure I was perfect for the arrangement, but I was horny as hell and would have agreed to almost anything at that point.

Soon, Sonya was straddling Paul and lowering herself onto him, slowly and carefully. More groans followed as she rode him. Finally, after two or three minutes, she signaled to me. I won't pretend it was effortless, and there were two or three fails before we all got it right. Finally, though, I was inside her again and the sensations were wild. I could feel his thrusts into her ass as my cock was inside her pussy. With two of us inside Sonya, everything was tight, too. So hot and warm and wet. Her ass and pussy muscles contracted on us both as she had a small, mini orgasm, but Paul, and I held off with all our might.

We let her set the pace and do most of the work for fear of hurting, but as she built to a second orgasm, we started to short thrust again. I followed his lead. In and out. Her pussy, her ass and our cocks. Both of us almost lost it again as she came, jerked and moaned loudly. We all stopped and stayed inside her.

I heard Paul say, "Wow" as Sonya started again.

Paul said, "I'm not holding back, babe. I gotta cum soon." She moaned in assent. I uttered a "Me, too" and Paul and I started thrusting in alternating strokes -- him out, me in; me out, him in. Sonya was jerking and her eyes were fluttering at the intensity of the situations.

Together, we started a frenzy of strokes, jackhammering her pussy and ass and that was it. Paul let fly and as I did, Sonya screamed, her eyes rolled back, and she came like a wild animal in bloodlust. We shot huge loads into her despite our earlier orgasms. At least they felt like that, Sonya panting, dismounted and collapsed on to the mattress.

Once we had cooled off a bit, we still didn't move. All three of us must have dozed there for the better part of an hour before Paul crawled out of bed, and I heard the shower. Once I showered, I dressed, kissed Sonya, bro-hugged Paul and went home to the basement apartment in my mom's house.

That was just the beginning of the wild summer. It's a little different that one of my first sexual experiences was also still one of the wildest of my life. We would repeat that night. I would continue to suck Paul often. Several times after a married, morning fuck, Sonya would call me over to eat her cream pie.

After that, they got jobs in another city and a year later, I went off to grad school.

I'm now a tenured professor married with children and two grandchildren, but I'll remember the summer of 1986 as long as I live.