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It was Friday at Two and I had Jack on top of me again. I could feel his large demanding penis filling my pussy, drawing the juices out of my flesh on each slight withdrawal, and then pressing down tight into my ever wetter channel.

I know that I should be tired of all this and that I should be glancing at the watch on the wrist of the arm which was stretched around his neck, but Jack was such an expert.

There was nothing he didn’t know about pleasing a woman, and, I don’t know, maybe his member was just the perfect fit for me. No. I was not looking at my watch. My arms were locked about his neck, and my legs were locked around his buttocks, and it was unbelievably perfect. I wondered if his wife really appreciated the treasure she had.

“OOOOHHHHH,” I moaned. I don’t usually moan like that. I mean, I do, but usually it’s fake and I moan to excite them and get them moving faster so they’ll finish faster and get the hell off of me, and get out of my flat, so that I can have a few minutes to myself with a cool glass of lemonade and a cigarette. But, oh, what Jack was doing to me. That I was getting such pleasure and getting paid for it as well. Well, God is good.

“You like that, baby?” he asked me.

“You know I do,” I told him. I also knew that it was time for some dirty talk. Jack loved dirty talk. Jack was a dirty guy, and I loved it. “Give me your cock. Give me your big cock. I love the feel of your big cock in my hot pussy, honey. Oh. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“That’s just what I’m doing, baby. Am I the best you ever had?”

Men! They’re all so insecure. They always need assurance. But he was the best. I looked forward all week long to Fridays at Two.

“Oh, baby. You’re the best. No one else does it like you do. I love the feel of your big cock inside my tight wet pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

He shut my mouth by planting his lips over it and thrusting his peppermint tongue inside. I had his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my breasts, and his cock in my pussy. “AAAARRRGGGHHH,” I screamed, coming to my second orgasm within five minutes. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I pleaded. I wanted more. And I still had twenty minutes before I had to wash up and get ready for Bill at Three.

“Sorry, baby. Here it comes.” With that, he started slamming it into me. Then he held still as I could feel it pulsating inside me, shooting out jets of hot cream.

“Oh. That was so wonderful,” I breathed into his ear, running my fingers through his hair as he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap. And in a few minutes he would peel off five one hundred dollar bills for me. I really loved my job.

I wasn’t always a prostitute. God! How I hate that word. I went to University and studied psychology, and became interested in human sexuality. I got my masters degree and even my PhD. Yes, darlings, you can call me Doctor. At first I was just doing psychotherapy with my patients. Letting them sit in a chair and talk to me. But I felt I could be doing so much more. So I became a licensed Sex Therapist and Surrogate.

I had not had much sex myself in my early years. I had been too busy studying. But I found now that as a surrogate I was getting pleasure as well as giving pleasure to the patient. I would talk to them, try to ease their fear or anxiety and help them to achieve and maintain an erection in whatever way I could. Then I would let them practice on me. I was preparing them for the fierce sexual competition in the outside world, and fortuitously at the same time getting laid myself.

I did this for a couple of years, but then I started wanting better sex. These men were so timid and unsure of themselves. I wanted to be with men who loved pussy, who knew how to give a woman pleasure, who knew how to fuck. Thus, I gave up the pretense of therapy, and decided to let real men fuck me for money. The best decision I have ever made.

“What time is it, baby?” Jack asked me.

“Two forty,” I said.

“Do I have to leave yet?”

“Well. I do have a three o’clock. You’d better wash up and start getting dressed.”

“Is that the same guy I see as I’m leaving every week? You introduced us once. Bill?”

“Yes. Bill is my steady Three o’clock.”

“Is he as good as I am?” he asked me in a little boy voice, his brow furrowing.

“Jack. No one is as good as you are.” And that was the truth. Jack was dynamite in bed. I loved having his cock inside me. And he was so handsome. Over six feet tall, and well muscled from going to the gym three times a week, and he had the most perfect features. Apparently he was just too much for his wife, who didn’t want it all that often. The fool! Well, she had the ring, and the big house and the expensive car, and the country club membership. But I had her husband’s dick. Every Friday at Two.

“You were telling me that you used to be a surrogate?” Jack asked me.

“That’s right. I’m licensed by the state to do what I do. Isn’t that convenient?

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I was just wondering…” and his words trailed off. He suddenly looked troubled.

“What is it, Jack? What’s wrong?” I questioned him.

“It’s my son. I’m worried about my son.”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

“Well, he’s eighteen years old and he’s about to go to college, and I don’t think he has any experience. He never goes out on a date or anything. He just stays in his room and reads all the time, or watches television. He’s nothing like me. When I was his age I had a dozen girlfriends, and I’d fucked them all.”

“Maybe, he’s just a late bloomer,” I said.

“Maybe. But I was thinking, maybe he could benefit from having a beautiful slightly older lady such as yourself guide him along the way.”

“What a delightful idea!” I cried, clapping my hands. Jack’s son. How perfect! To get an eighteen-year-old version of Jack in my bed. That was too good to be true.

“So, you’d do it?” he asked me.

“I’d be glad to,” I told him. “The only trouble is ‘when?’ I’m booked solid.”

“You are?” he asked. He was clearly disappointed.

“Yes. I want to do it for you, Jack. The only problem is time. I don’t know when I could fit him in.”

“Well, I could give him my time for a few weeks, until he goes to college,” he suggested.

“Fridays at Two? Well, yes. If you wanted to give him your slot that would be fine.”

“But he has to think that you’re a therapist, and a surrogate. You can’t let him know that I’m fucking you. If he ever told his mother………”

“Have no fear, Jack. I’ll paper the wall with my diplomas and licenses. I will be very professional. I promise you,” I told him.

“Well, okay, then. I think I’d like to do that. I’ll check with him and see if he would be willing. I’ll tell him that someone recommended this nice, very pretty lady who is a sex therapist and surrogate, and that he can practice on her. That it will be good experience for him. I don’t see why he wouldn’t agree, but I’ll call you,” he told me as he pulled up his pants and zippered them, finally cinching his leather belt. He spoke loudly, as I had gone into the bathroom to wash up for my next appointment, Bill.

Jack was still combing his thick black hair, when the doorbell rang, and I opened it for Bill. They had met before at Three p.m., and I didn’t see that there would be any harm in it. Jack on the way out. Bill on the way in. It was like a revolving door. I was a master of efficiency.

“Jack. You know Bill. Bill. You know Jack,” I said as they passed each other in my doorway.

“Yeah, hi Bill,” said Jack.

“Good to see you again,” said Bill, always the perfect gentlemen, and they shook hands. Then Jack was gone and Bill and I were alone together. I took off my robe, and then I started to undress him. Bill always liked it when I undressed him. He told me he thought it was so sexy. And naturally, the minute his pants and boxers dropped I was on my knees to stimulate his thickening dick.

“Oh, suck my cock, baby. Suck it. You know how I love a good blowjob.”

I took my mouth off his cock to say ‘yes,” and then he climbed onto the bed with his erection pointing at the ceiling. I crawled between his knees to continue my task.

“Oh, you’re so good, Zelda. You give the best head.”

“MMMM. HHHHMMMMM.” I said, because I had his dick in my mouth and couldn’t really thank him properly for the compliment.

After a little while, he put his dick in my pussy and we started to fuck. I was on my knees with my ass in the air, and my head on a pillow, as he got behind me and gave it to me doggie style, from the rear. I knew he really wanted to test out the other orifice, and if he had ever gotten up the nerve to try it, I would have happily let him continue.

“Oh. You’re cock feels so good inside me,” I told him.

“As good as Jack’s?” he asked me as he slammed it home.

“Better,” I lied. They all wanted to believe they were the best. His cock was nice, and pretty big, but it didn’t really fill me the way Jack’s did. It didn’t create that unbearable suction which pulls the juices out of me. But it was still very enjoyable. I was having a good time, and in a little while he would shoot his thick white load into my pussy, and peel off five one hundred dollar bills on his way out. Does life get any better?

Two days later, Jack called me, and told me that he had spoken to Ronald, his son, and that Ronald was really very positive about the whole thing. So it was set that I would be seeing Ronald on Friday at Two. I was looking forward to it. I was dying to see what Jack’s son was like. I was sure that with a little training and encouragement, he would become the assmaster his father was in no time at all.

I set two chairs in the living room, facing each other, and I hung all my diplomas and degrees and my state license on the wall for him to see. I was merely a professional therapist about whom his father had heard from a friend.

Friday at Two, (well actually two minutes till two) my doorbell rang. I opened it. There was Ronald. I let him in. He was not at all what I had expected Jack’s son to look like. Jack was a big handsome bear of a man. Exciting. Powerful. Ronald looked nothing liked him. He was medium height, and very slender, with sharp delicate features. He was beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. Jack had once taken out his wallet and showed me a picture of his wife. She was slim, and petite and delicate. Ronald looked like Linda, his mother.

“Come in Ronald. Sit down.” I led him to one of the armchairs, and sat across from him. “I spoke to your father on the phone, and he told me he thought it would be good if we talked.”

“Yes. He told me,” Ronald said.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Ronald?”

“No. I haven’t,” he admitted.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to?”

“I guess so. I mean I’ve thought about it. It’s just that……. I don’t know.”

“Well you must have urges.”

“I guess so,” he said.

“Do you masturbate?”

“Sometimes,” he said.

“What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Ronald. You have to be thinking about something.”

“Well sometimes, I think about Battlestar Gallactica.”

“Battlestar Gallactica?” I asked him. “Really?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. Sometimes.”

“What do you find erotic about Battlestar Gallactica?”

“The spaceship cabins, I guess,” he said.

This poor boy. He was so out of touch with his feelings. Thank goodness Jack had sent him to me. He desperately needed help, or he would have a very lonely and unhappy life.

“Ronald. Making love to someone is the most beautiful experience you will ever have in your life.”

“I’ve heard that,” he said.

“Would you like to try it?” I asked.

“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know,” he said.

“Yes, you would.” I decided for him. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” I stood up and took his hand, and led him into the bedroom. “We won’t even get undressed yet,” I told him. “We’ll just lie down on the bed side by side and cuddle.”

I think he was a little relieved by that. I did make him take off his shoes, and I took of mine, and we stretched out side by side on my most essential piece of furniture. His breathing seemed to be a little rapid. I took his hand to hold it and it was damp. He was nervous.

“Ronald. There’s nothing to be afraid of. We’ll just lie here like this and get to know each other a little.”

“Okay,” he said.

I held his hand for another few minutes, until I felt he was a little less anxious, and then I asked. “Would you like to kiss me?”

“Okay,” he said. He didn’t sound that enthused about it. I would have to show him how wonderful kissing could be. I took him in my arms, and we began to kiss. Slowly at first, and then I urged my tongue into his mouth. I think he was beginning to get a little excited. I could see something pushing out in the fly of his pants. I wondered if I dared be brazen enough to put my hand on it. I decided to wait. I would have to proceed very slowly with Ronald.

“Would you like to touch my breast?” I asked him.

“Okay,” he said, obligingly, but he didn’t do anything, so I had to take his hand and put in on my breast and move it around a little. After a few minutes of this, I dared to lay my fingers lightly on his leg, very near the groin. He was hard. Hallelujah. I moved my hand up and gently began stroking it through his pants.

“Oh. It feels so big,” I told him. “Is it big?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Why don’t we get undressed,” I suggested. He gave a big sigh, and began unbuttoning his shirt. I slipped out of my clothes and lay down naked next to him. I could see his stiff rod pressing against his tight white shorts, but he wasn’t taking them down, so I just reached out and began to lower them myself.

He had a perfectly respectable endowment. Nothing like his father’s of course, but perfectly respectable. Enough to please a woman.

“Why don’t you kiss my breasts,” I told him. Dutifully he moved his head down and began to kiss first one and then the other. “Use your tongue,” I suggested. He did. He did everything I told him to do. But was he really enjoying it? I would have to find out what he would enjoy.

I decided to let him experience the pleasure of oral sex. I moved down on the bed, and got between his legs, and gently took his cock in my hands, and stroked it. Then I began to lick on it a little. Then I put it in my mouth. He gasped. Good! This was something he liked. I began to lick up the inside of each of his thighs from the knee to the groin. Then I licked his tight firm balls. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. Finally I took it in my mouth and applied tongue and suction. After several minutes of this, he suddenly exploded in my mouth. I held him in my mouth until he began to soften, and his breathing returned to normal.

“That was nice,” he said.

“I’m glad,” I told him. I clearly was not going to be able to introduce him to vaginal sex in this session. Next week, I decided.

It was five minutes till Three, and he was about to leave, but I couldn’t let him leave without his homework assignment.

“I’ll see you next Friday at Two,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said.

“But when you go home, when you masturbate, you are to think about me. You are not to think about Battlestar Gallactica,” I instructed him.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. It was Bill. He was slightly early. I let Bill in and Ronald out. They passed each other and nodded. I did not introduce them.

When I had closed the door, Bill asked me “Who was that?”

“That was Jack’s son. You met Jack,” I said.

“Yes. He’s sending his son here?” He was clearly appalled.

“Yes. He’s having problems. He’s very shy. Jack thought I could help him. I am a state licensed sex therapist and surrogate, you know.”

“Right. Right. I’d forgotten. So how is it going?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “He’s so shy. It may take a few sessions.”

We got undressed, and Bill lay down in the center of my bed. “I’m a little tired, today. It’s been busy at the office. I’m gonna let you do all the work.”

So I did. That’s what I was getting paid for. I orally stimulated him to full erection and then I placed myself over him, and slowly sank down on it. We had a long slow dreamy session as I rocked myself up and down on his rigid fleshpole. Finally, I heard his breath quicken and he began to slam his hips up into me, and it happened. I felt his warm fluid flooding inside me.

“That was great,” he said.

“Yes. I enjoyed it too,” I told him.

“So do you think you’re gonna be able to help Jack’s son?” he asked me. He was still thinking about Ronald. I wondered why.

“I certainly hope so.”

“What’s his name?”

“Ronald,” I told him. “Why are you so interested?” I asked him.

“I’m a little worried about my boy, too.”

“Really? What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I’m kind of getting the feeling he doesn’t relate well to women.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“I hear things,” Bill said. “And also he was dating the oldest daughter of a couple we’re friendly with, and all of a sudden it stopped, and when I asked him about it, he wouldn’t answer. And then I asked my friend Al if his daughter had said anything to him about Rusty, and he told me that Gladys didn’t want to see Rusty anymore. She didn’t even want to speak to him. She told him that Rusty was an uncouth ruffian. And he’s always referring to this or that girl as ‘that cunt.’ I don’t know what his mother and I did wrong.”

“Poor Bill,” I commiserated, taking his hand.

“I was just wondering if you could look into the problem for me, and find out what’s going on in his mind, and maybe guide him a little.”

“Yes. I could do that for you,” I told him.

“I could tell him that you were counseling the son of a friend of mine, and that I would be willing to pay for him to see you. But I could hint that it wasn’t like regular therapy. It was more like therapy with fucking. Why wouldn’t he agree to that?” Bill looked at me and shrugged.

“Why indeed?” I said. Why wouldn’t Rusty jump at the chance to have sex with a sophisticated and glamorous older woman?

“When could you see him?” He asked me.

“That’s the problem. I’m completely booked. Jack had to give up his own hour for me to see his son, and you would have to do the same.”

“I really look forward to Fridays at Three,” he told me. “But if it will help my son, I’ll gladly make the sacrifice. Let me broach the subject to him tonight, and see what he says, and I’ll call you.”

The next day Bill called me and told me I would be seeing Rusty on Friday at Three. Well, my degrees and diplomas and licenses were already on the wall.

Friday came, and so did two o’clock. The bell rang. I opened the door.

“Come in, Ronald,” I said, inviting him into my parlor. I was not wearing a dress today. I had put on a seductive lacy peach negligee, and my hair was hanging loose, and I had dabbed on a bit of Baisez Moi, my expensive new perfume. I brought Ronald directly into the bedroom today and we lay down side by side on the bed. I took him in my arms and began kissing his perfect little ear, and licking it a little. I could tell that he was getting an erection inside his pants. I whispered into his ear, “Have you been doing your homework?”

“Yes,” he said.

“You thought of me when you masturbated and not Battlestar Gallactica?”

“Mostly,” he said.

“Mostly?”

“Well a couple of times I imagined we were together inside the spaceship cabin.”

“Well that’s okay then. As long as I was in there with you. And what did we do together?”

“Oh, you know.”

“No. I don’t know. I need you to tell me.”

“You did what you did last week.”

“You mean with my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you imagine anything else?”

“Like what?” he asked me. Was he for real?

“You know, Ronald. There is more to a woman than a mouth. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said.

“It’s called a pussy. Have you ever really examined a woman’s pussy?”

“Not really.”

“Well, would you like to?”

“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I guess so.”

“Yes you would,” I told him. “Take off your clothes,” I told him, as I started to remove my own negligee. Finally we were lying side by side on the bed, and he was erect. Hallelujah. I scooted down and took his member in my mouth the way I had the week before, and I looked up into his eyes to see how he was liking it, but his eyes were closed. He was just concentrating on the feeling, but from the little noises he was making and the way his hips were moving, I could tell I was on the right track.

“Don’t come in my mouth,” I told him.

“Uh. Okay.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I told him. “I want you to put your big stiff cock into my hot tight wet little pussy.”

“Okay,” he said.

He was such an agreeable boy. Whatever I told him to do, he would do. I positioned him on top of me, and holding his erect penis, I guided it into my vagina. We got a little motion going for about three minutes, and then I could feel his organ deflating inside of me. It came out. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Lie back,” I told him. I took him in my mouth again and stimulated him to erection. We tried it again. On about the fourth time—-Victory! It stayed erect past the point of no return, and I knew he was about to come. I grabbed his buttocks and pressed on them, forcing him into me. I tightened my vagina walls around his penis, and literally drew it out of him. I was jubilant as I felt his hot fluid gushing into my body. Ronald had fucked me. He had fucked his first woman. I kissed him gently on the lips and cradled him for a few minutes. But then I let him shower and get dressed because it was getting late, and I really didn’t want him bumping into Rusty on his first visit here.

“Your homework is to think about my pussy when you masturbate,” I told him. “Recall the wonderful feelings you experienced when you ejaculated inside my vagina.”

“Okay,” he said. And then he left. He did not hand me any money, of course. Jack had sent me a check.

It was Five after Three when my doorbell rang. Rusty was late. I opened the door. I was dressed in my suit for Rusty. Very business-like.

“Come in,” I told him. I led him into the living room and we sat across from each other in the two armchairs surrounded by my diplomas. I looked at him. He had brilliantly bright red hair. So that was why they called him Rusty. But it wasn’t rust colored. It was flame red. What a handsome boy! Much better looking than his father. And he had kind of a magnetic masculinity. I was deeply attracted to Rusty.

“So, Rusty,” I said to him. “Tell me a little about yourself,”

“Like what?” he asked me in a surly fashion. He was slouched down in his chair with his legs stretched out in front of him, and I was afraid he was going to put his feet on my coffee table.

“You go to school?”

“Yeah.”

“Where is that?” This was not going to be easy.

“Winston College.”

“How nice,” I said. “Right here in town. So you live at home?”

“Yeah.”

“What year are you in?” I asked. It was like pulling teeth.

“Third.”

“And what are you studying?”

“Mechanical engineering.” Now he was looking into my eyes with kind of a sneer on his face, and he started to rub his hand over his crotch, and there was definitely something going on down there.

“What are you doing?” I asked him. I mean, here I was a licensed therapist surrounded by diplomas. Here I was a lady, and he was playing with his prick right in front of me, and giving me these challenging looks.

“I’m playing with my dick,” he said. “You know what a dick is, right?”

“Yes I know,” I told him. “And stop that at once. That is not the way to behave in front of a lady.”

“You’re not a lady,” he told me. “I mean why am I here? I’m here to fuck you, right? Isn’t that why I’m here?”

“Not specifically,” I told him.

“Then specifically what?” he asked me in a very nasty tone. “I’ve got a nice big dick. Don’t you want to see my dick?”

“Not just this minute. Let’s talk for a while.”

“No let’s fuck, so I can get out of here. I have other things to do. And then he took it out, and it was big and hard and red. I looked at it and said nothing. He took that as permission for him to continue. He stood up and lowered his pants and boxers. It was big and hard and red surrounded by a bush of the reddest hair I have ever seen. He was stroking it lasciviously while looking into my eyes, which were staring at his erect penis, which was now leaking a little clear fluid.

“Okay,” I said. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?” Now that I had seen it, I really did want it.

I led him into my private chamber and we both disrobed. What a physique!”

“Do you play sports?” I asked. “You’re so well muscled.”

“Yeah,” he said, not specifying which sport or sports he played. I lay down on the bed and he was on top of me in a flash. Before I could even mentally prepare myself, his stiff cock was pushing at the entrance to my little cunt.

“Easy,” I said.

“Shut up and take it,” he told me. And with that he pushed it through my labia and began slamming it into me. I was still a little dry, and was not really enjoying this.

“Slow,” I said.

“Shut up and take this big dick,” he told me and began slamming it into me as hard as he could. I just lay there and took the pounding. What could I do? He was much bigger than I was, and he was far too forceful. So this was why Gladys would no longer speak to him. He had no respect for women at all. Maybe he even hated them. In fact, it seemed as if he was fucking me to punish me.

Finally he went into his short shoves and I felt his cum shooting deep into my womb. If I had not been medicated, I would now be conceiving a red-haired child, I was sure.

“How was that?” he asked me.

“Why do you hate women?”

“I do not hate women.”

“Yes, you do,” I said.

As he was getting dressed, I said, “Next week, I’d like to proceed a little slower, and show you the way a woman really likes it.”

“Whatever,” he said.

I continued with both Ronald and Rusty for the next couple of weeks. Ronald was just so unenthusiastic, and Rusty was just plain mean. Mean and resentful. I wondered if he wanted to hurt my pussy because he really didn’t want to have to fuck it, and I think he was only fucking it because he had been told he was supposed to fuck pussy. A little idea began blooming in the back of my mind. I wondered what would happen if I got the two boys together? Maybe that was what they both really wanted, and didn’t even know it.

“Next week I’m going to try and do something a little different,” I told Ronald after a few sessions.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“It’s a surprise,” I said.

“Okay,” he said. He was so agreeable.

That same day as Rusty was getting dressed to leave, I told him, “Next week I want to try something a little different. I want you to come at Two o’clock. We’ll have a two hour session.”

“What?” he asked in a surly fashion.

“Something different. Be here at two.”

He didn’t answer me. I hoped he would come at two the following week. It was such a good idea.

On Friday at Two, Ronald was the first to arrive. Naturally. I sat him in the living room and told him we were waiting for another person.

“Who?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” I answered cryptically.

The doorbell rang again. Thank God! It was Rusty. I brought him into the living room, where Ronald was sitting on the couch. They looked at each other, then at me.

“Ronald, I’d like you to meet Rusty. And Rusty, this is Ronald.”

“What is this?” asked Rusty suspiciously.

“You boys are both my patients. You are both having sexual difficulties….”

“I’m not having any difficulties,” announced Rusty angrily.

“Yes you are. And I decided it might be easier for me if I helped the two of you at the same time. This is basically for my convenience, and this way we will have a two hour session. Let’s go into the bedroom,” I suggested.

“I don’t know about this,” said Rusty.

“Are you okay with this, Ronald?” I asked.

“I guess so. Yeah. I’m okay.” I knew he would be okay. He was always okay.

“Come on, Rusty. Be a sport. Indulge me. I think it would be a big help to Ronald if he could see how you fuck me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Well, okay then,” he said.

We went into the bedroom and we all got undressed. I lay down in the middle of the bed, with Rusty on my left and Ronald on my right. I reached out both hands and began to stimulate their dicks into erection. “Ronald, I want you to see what a big penis Rusty has and how hard it gets, okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

As I manually stimulated the two of them, I turned to Ronald and kissed him deeply. Never taking his eye off Rusty’s penis, he responded to me. Then I turned my head and kissed Rusty, who I felt was drawing back a little. I stopped kissing him and began to talk to him in a whisper.

“Look at what a beautiful face Ronald has. It’s just perfect. Don’t you think so?” He looked at Ronald.

“Yes,” he said. Good!

“And he has such beautiful skin. He’s small, but he has a perfectly proportioned little body. Turn over on your belly, Ronald, I want Rusty to see your back. You have a beautiful back.”

Ronald turned over and now Rusty could see his beautiful back and beautiful backside.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Rusty?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said. I could feel his penis pulsing in my hand. I was doing the right thing.

“Okay Ronald. Now both of you turn toward me, and let’s do a three way kiss. You’ll both kiss me at the same time.”

“Really?” asked Ronald.

“Yes, we can do it. You’ll see.” They followed my instructions and both kissed me simultaneously. I had a cock in each hand and two tongues dueling in my mouth. Gradually I took my hands off their dicks and touched the back of their heads. I drew my head back, as I eased their two mouths together. They were kissing each other. Passionately. Like they had never kissed me. They kissed and they kissed. They just kept kissing. I didn’t have to guide their heads anymore, so I went back to stroking their pricks.

As their mouths separated, I turned to Ronald and asked him, “Isn’t Rusty the handsomest man you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes,” said Ronald.

“Look at his beautiful big thick penis. Isn’t that an incredible instrument?”

“Yes,” said Ronald, almost breathlessly.

“I love sucking on it,” I told Ronald. “It’s so big and so hard. Why don’t you try sucking on it a little?”

“But that’s gay,” protested Ronald.

“I don’t care what they say is gay or isn’t gay, I told him. We are three consenting adults here. Ronald, in your heart, and tell me the truth, wouldn’t you really like to suck Rusty’s cock?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Touch it,” I told him. I guided his hand across me and put it on Rusty’s penis, and now Ronald was stroking Rusty’s penis, not I.

“Doesn’t that feel wonderful?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said. “It does.”

“Rusty, would you mind terribly if it was Ronald’s mouth on your penis instead of mine for a few minutes?”

“I guess that would be all right,” he said grudgingly.

I moved to the side of the bed, and positioned Ronald between Rusty’s strong thighs. He bent his head down and tentatively licked the head of Rusty’s penis.

“See. That isn’t so bad now is it?”

“No,” he said.

Eventually he put his whole mouth over it and began to suck on it in earnest. Rusty watched him through narrowed eyes, and gently put his hands on Ronald’s head to guide him around his penis. And he wasn’t jamming Ronald’s head down. He was being gentle. I had never seen him be gentle before.

“How does that feel, Rusty? Is he doing a good job sucking your cock?”

“Yes,” said Rusty, and began raising his hips up toward Ronald’s lips.

“Ronald, play with his balls a little, while you’re sucking him,” I instructed.

Ronald did as I said, and I could see pure pleasure all over Rusty’s face.

I could see something was about to happen, when Rusty announced, “I’m gonna cum. Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Ronald. Keep his penis in your mouth. Let him come in your mouth. It’s much better for him, okay?”

“MMMMM MMMM,” said Ronald.

I watched it happen. Rusty came inside Ronald’s mouth, and Ronald swallowed it without me even suggesting it.

“I want you to kiss each other,” I told them.

Ronald climbed up and lay next to Rusty and they put their arms around each other and kissed and kissed and kissed. It was so beautiful.

I waited a half hour, and then I said, “Rusty. Don’t you think it would be fair to do for Ronald what he did for you?”

“I don’t know,” he stalled.

“Come on,” I urged him. “Fair is fair. And Ronald deserves a little pleasure too.”

“Okay,” he said. Finally Rusty had said okay.

Rusty got down between Ronald’s legs and gently took him in his mouth. He sucked him so gently, so tenderly, and now Ronald was not losing his erection. He made delighted little sounds and ran his fingers through Rusty’s thick fiery red hair, as he was being pleasured. And soon I saw his hips begin to buck, and I knew.

“Rusty. Let Ronald come in your mouth.” He didn’t answer me. He just kept sucking as Ronald went into his ecstasies. Then I got the two of them side by side, arms around each other, kissing again. It seemed as if they never wanted to let go of each other, but it was quarter to four and I had Herman coming.

“Come on,” I said. “Time’s up. Two o’clock next Friday we continue.”

They smiled at each other. We all got dressed and I showed them out together.

The week just dragged by. I don’t think either Ronald or Rusty was as anxious for the following Friday as I was. And then it was here, and it was ten minutes to Two, and the doorbell rang, and when I answered it, I was astounded. It was Rusty. He was not late this week. He had even arrived before Ronald. He looked anxiously about the room.

“Ronald will be here in a few minutes,” I assured him. “I poured him a Root Beer while we waited, and he had barely taken two swallows when the doorbell rang.

We went into the bedroom and I started off in the middle, as I had the week before. I didn’t want to rush things. Gradually I got the two of them kissing each other and massaging each other’s penises. Then I suggested something. “I think it would be good if you sucked each other at the same time. Sixty-nine,” I clarified. “Okay?”

“Okay,” said Ronald.

“Okay,” said Rusty. Hallelujah.

They turned head to foot, or rather head to midsection and began licking on each others penises, gradually taking the whole thing into their mouths. They were so good together. Rusty was being so gentle with Ronald. I wanted to cry.

“Now I don’t want you to come this way, so stop,” I told them.

Grudgingly they took their mouths off of each other’s members. They both looked at me inquiringly.

“I was thinking of real sexual intercourse,” I told them.

They both nodded.

“Rusty, you’ve seen Ronald’s beautiful round bottom. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Yes,” he said.

“You know you would like to fuck it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Ronald. Rusty has such a beautiful big thick stiff penis. Think how wonderful it would feel inside you.”

“Yes,” he said.

I reached over to my night table and took out the lubricant that I kept in readiness for emergencies, like when I might get a little dry, or when I might do anal, etc. I coated Rusty’s penis with it, and I squeezed some on Rusty’s fingers, so that he himself could open Ronald up.

Ronald lay on his back, a little fearful, but a little excited too. His penis was hard. Rusty was on his knees between Ronald’s thighs, and now he lifted Ronald’s legs over his shoulders and began easing the lubricant on his fingers into Ronald’s body.

“Now be very gentle, Rusty,” I warned him. “This is not a woman’s vagina. And this is Ronald’s first time. You have to be very gentle and not hurt him.”

“I won’t hurt him,” said Rusty, and very gently he positioned his penis at the opening and ever so slowly eased forward. Ronald winced a little, and Rusty took it out and put on more lubrication, and little by little he was all the way in and Ronald was comfortable with it. And then their hips began to move in a mechanical perfection as they shared the most intimate joy in life. It was magnificent to watch. They just moved so slowly, getting the most enjoyment out of every thrust, and then Rusty leaned over Ronald and they put their arms around each other and kissed as they fornicated.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” said Rusty to Ronald.

“I think you’re the handsomest boy I have ever seen,” breathed Ronald softly, as Rusty fucked his responsive ass. “I love having you inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Oh, baby,” breathed Rusty, as he complied with Ronald’s request.

Finally the pleasure was too much for Ronald, and his penis began to throb and spit out seed without his even touching it, and the spasmodic constrictions in Ronald’s rectum as he ejaculated squeezed on Rusty’s penis, and almost simultaneously I could see that Rusty was releasing his sperm inside his lover’s body. They both screamed and cried out each other’s names.

The union had been consummated.

Eventually I had to return Two o’clock to Jack, and Three o’clock to Bill. Bill told me that he could see a great change in his son. Rusty was no longer hostile. I didn’t know how to explain to the two men what was really happening between the two boys, so I just told them that the boys were doing well. Since they were both still in school and living at home, I let them meet once a week in my house, but in the evening. I let them use the bedroom, while I stayed in the living room and watched television beneath my diplomas. There was no longer any reason for me to be between them.

By the time Ronald had graduated from college, Rusty had taken an important position with the municipality, and had moved into his own apartment. Now Ronald was going over to Rusty’s apartment. They were no longer coming here. I missed them. My own schedule, fortunately, stayed busy. I was getting close to forty and could not keep this up forever, but I really wasn’t ready to retire, and I still looked forward to getting fucked by Jack on Fridays at Two and by Bill on Friday’s at Three.

One evening the boys came over and we sat down in the living room and had a discussion.

“We love each other,” said Rusty.

“We want to be together always,” said Ronald.

“I’m so happy for you,” I told them, and tears began forming in my eyes. It was I who had brought these two wonderful men together.

“We want to have a commitment ceremony,” said Ronald. “We’ve told all our friends, but how do we tell our families?”

“Yes,” I nodded. That was indeed a problem. I wondered if either Jack or Bill were ready for this news. “Let me handle it,” I told the boys.”

I arranged a group meeting for the following Friday at Two. Jack would be coming, so I told him nothing, but I told Bill to come an hour early this week. To come at Two. And I told the boys to be there.

Jack was the first to arrive, and suspecting nothing he started to take off his tie.

“Don’t get undressed,” I told him.

“Why not?”

“Today is not a regular session.”

“It isn’t. Why not?”

“You’ll see,” I told him. The doorbell rang. It was Bill. Needless to say he was astounded to see Jack sitting on my couch.

“You told me to be here at Two,” Bill said. “I thought that meant that he wasn’t coming.”

“It meant something else,” I told him. “Sit down.”

I placed him on the couch next to Jack. The doorbell rang. They had come together.

“Ronald,” said Jack.

“Rusty,” said Bill.

“Hi, dad,” said Rusty.

“Hi, dad,” said Ronald.

“This is my son Rusty,” Bill said to Jack. Jack stood up and shook Rusty’s hand. Then he introduced Ronald to Bill who had seen him here once before.

“You boys know each other?” asked Jack.

“That’s a coincidence,” said Bill.

“It’s no coincidence,” I said, trying to clarify the situation. I had the boys sit while I tried to explain to their fathers what had happened.

“You remember, Jack, how you asked me to help Ronald? He was so sexually insecure.”

“Yes,” said Jack.

“And you, Bill. You were very worried about Rusty. He was hostile and aggressive, and now he’s not. Right?”

“Yes,” said Bill.

“Jack, Ronald was troubled and insecure with women, because he didn’t really want to be with a woman. Bill,” and now I turned to face Bill. “Rusty was mean and hostile because he was fighting with himself. He knew he was expected to have sex with a woman, and he tried, but his inner self was rebelling. It wasn’t what he really wanted.”

“What are you saying?” asked Jack. He was beginning to realize what was happening.

“I’m saying that I discovered the inner beings of these two beautiful young men and brought them together, and now they love each other and want to be together.”

“This was your doing?” asked Jack accusingly.

“Yes. And I’m not sorry. See how happy they are. They weren’t happy before I did my magic.”

“Please, dad, don’t blame Zelda,” said Rusty. “This is who I really am. And thank heaven I found out before it was too late. I could have married some poor woman and made her totally miserable. I would have been miserable and she would have been miserable. But now I have Ronald, and I’m happy. Please be happy for me.”

“I love Rusty, dad. I hope you can understand,” said Ronald to his father.

“Jack and Bill,” I said. “Accept your boys for who they really are, and love them,” I advised them.

“Of course I love my son,” said Jack. He got up and threw his arms around Ronald who threw his arms around Jack and started to cry.

Bill got up and embraced Rusty. “I love you, son. I love you very much. This doesn’t matter to me at all.”

“Thanks, dad,” he said, holding his father close. “We want to have a commitment ceremony. We want to always be together. Will you come?”

“Of course, Rusty,”

“Dad?” asked Ronald.

“Of course, Ronald.”

“What about mother?” asked Rusty and then Ronald.

The two fathers told the boys that they would explain everything to the boys’ mothers, and that everything would be fine. Jack insisted that he throw the commitment celebration after the ceremony. (And that was only right, because I knew what he did not realize. He was the bride’s father, and it is the bride’s father who pays for the party.)

A month later we were gathered with many people in a hotel ballroom, and a pagan priest performed the commitment ceremony. After which, there was a lavish meal, and much dancing, as Jack had hired an orchestra. Both Jack’s and Bill’s wives wondered who I was, but both men told their wives I was an old and dear friend, and that was that.

I danced with Jack, I danced with Bill, I danced with Ronald, I danced with Rusty, and I ate like a pig. At the end of the evening, the happy couple went off to the airport to fly to the Caribbean for their honeymoon.

I went home a little stuffed, a little drunk, and very, very happy. I got undressed, brushed and flossed my teeth, put on my negligee and got into my bed, and as I was drifting off to sleep, visions of the happy couple copulating in connubial bliss kept popping into my mind, and I began fingering myself as I imagined Rusty’s beautiful enormous tool stroking in and out of Ronald’s tight back channel, with the tension building and building until at the very moment when Rusty shot his seed into Ronald, and Ronald shot his seed against Rusty’s abdomen, I brought myself to the most magnificent orgasm I think I have ever experienced.