WARNING THIS IS AN ADULT STORY
- this is a erotic story about sex, involving male bi-sexual intercourse as well as female-male sex. If the image of two men engaging in sex with each other, offends or you find erotic material offensive generally, please do not read. Do not read it and then send me emails telling me how shocked you were, or insulting me.
However, if you like this story, please let me know, send me an email, or if you would just like a general chat, my yahoo id is hornyoldman35. I prefer Yahoo messenger, but can use MSN, but you'll have to email via yahoo to get my id. Just a note, the spelling and grammar in this story is in English, using an English Spell Checker, and not using American English, so please no silly comments about ass and arse, I never found a quadruped of the horse family remotely attractive, and while would kiss some arses, I never wanted to, and never will want to kiss a donkey.
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Summary and Introduction
- Key Characters John and Karen the land lady and land lord, Peter the Student Lodger in his 20's, lives in the room at the top of the house. Peter has been unable to pay the rent, and now owes nearly three months. Karen and Peter have guessed that Peter swings both ways, because they are fairly sure that he as had sex both with girls and men in his room. One day, when Karen brings up the post, she found his door open, is computer was on, so she sneaked a look on his PC. Here she finds both pictures of men and girls, and story involving bisexual sex. Later that same day she tells John. Both John and Karen are bisexual swingers, although since the children have arrived, they haven't played so much. However the current situation as given Karen an idea and they begin to plan.
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Peter was working away at his essay; he'd been working on since 6 o'clock this morning and he'd given up trying to sleep. The essay's importance and the imminent hand in date meant that it had been constantly on his mind for days now. He'd been ill when it had been originally due, and been permitted a chance to resubmitted the work at the end of the summer break. Other than this one essay, he had graduated from his course, doing quite done well, not as well as he'd hoped, but well enough. Despite this, he was finding that getting a half-decent Job hard, soon he'd have to take a job, any job, because he was way behind on his rent, and had just enough to buy food, and not much of that either. His Landlords, Karen and John had been good about it, mainly because they'd liked him and he'd been there living in the room on the second floor of the house for over three years. He didn't make a lot of noise, and had few friends around, didn't come in late. Of course, he had girls around, and one or two males that he'd met through the internet when was in the mood, but he been careful about not making it too obvious, their where the children to consider.
Even though it was a big house, noise travelled, he could always here the children, and some nights, later, when the kids were asleep or at the grandparents, he could hear the sound of Karen and John fucking. Peter tried not to listen, but Karen was quite vocal, especially recently, often screaming obscenities; normally Karen never swore, and was very strict about the boys using bad language. The fact that Karen never swore made it all the more erotic. She was very attractive, in fact, they both were, John was big, well built; Karen slim but slightly over weight, yet still very good looking. Peter had often fantasised about them, wanking as he listened to them, alone at night in his room. However nothing had ever happened, Peter, despite living with them for three years, was still shy and awkward in their presence, and to be honest, he found Karen a little bit intimidating. Anyway, better get on, as he dragged his thoughts back to the essay, right just pop to the bathroom, and then another hour, and I'll call it a day he told himself.
He walked out of his room, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the bathroom was located. He turned the bathroom door handle to see if it was locked, no, its open, and walked in, and there in front of was Karen, naked, drying her wet skin off. He froze speechless, as Karen looked up, yet instead of screaming or telling him to get out, or even covering herself, she stood there, fully naked, exposed. After a few seconds, she smiled and said "enjoying the view?"
This snapped Peter back into reality, he stammered his apologises, and rapidly retreated out of the door, closing it after himself, and almost ran back to his room, his face red with embarrassment. Once Peter had settled down, he thought about what he'd just seen, his landlady naked, and not only naked, she hadn't even attempted to cover that nakedness, and her pussy, it was smooth, unshaven, that image above all else was fixed in his mind. Even though he was still feeling the effects of his embarrassment, his cock was rapidly hardening as the mental image of his landlady swam through his mind. He turned to his computer and closed the word document, and then opened his thumbnail viewer and moved into his folders where his porn was. He stood, and undid is trousers, letting then full and then settled back into his chair, his hand now wanking his cock as he looked at the pictures, in his mind, he imaged they were Karen.
For a few days, Peter managed to avoid seeing Karen, when he finally did run into her; he began to blush and go very red and was even more awkward than normal. Karen had asked him if he was ok, and smiled knowingly. All he could do was blush even redder and then retreat to the refuge of his room. Well the essay had been done, and handed in and now he could relax a little, but really must get a job. He needed money and he needed to start getting back up to date with is rent. He'd filled in a housing benefit claim form, and they'd told it would take at least 12 weeks, and now it was 12 weeks and they were saying another two to three weeks. So, off the jobcentre and see what's available. Peter came downstairs to the first floor, just before the bathroom, he suddenly came to halt in surprise, John, Karen's husband, was coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair, but that wasn't what made Peter come to such a sudden halt. John was stark naked, and not only start naked, but his cock was standing half erect.
"Oh hi Peter, sorry this, left my dressing gown in the bedroom, and there was only one towel" announced John, but instead of moving pass Peter towards his and Karen's room, he stood there in front of Peter, blocking the passage way.
Peter mumbled a reply that it was "ok".
"Right, actually while you here, ehhh Karen asked me to talk to you about the rent; to be honest we're getting concerned about it" John told Peter, at the same time one his hands moved and started caressing his cock. Peter's eyes caught the motion.
"Sorry, I am trying, I'll get in touch with the Benefits people, they told me I should have some money bye not...I'll ring them again." Peter tailed of, mind distracted by what Johns hand was doing.
John was standing there naked, unabashed, his cock erect, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he openly wanked his cock. Peter could not take his eyes off it, god it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen, though wonder Karen made so much noise, its wonder she wasn't screaming the house down he thought.
"Ok well sorry but that's not enough, we're both getting a bit fed up, it's not that we don't like you, you're a great guy Peter, and good a lodger, and we like having you here, but three months rent is a lot of money" John told him. "You can't even tell us if and when you can start paying again, so Karen and I had a chat, and basically Peter, you've got two choices, either pack your bags and get out, or take it up the arse".
Peter stood there, speechless, his brain not wanting to accept what he'd just heard, and not just the words, but the open and forthright way in which they were said, yet despite his surprise, he could not drag his eyes away from Johns cock, Christ it was so big. John had made jokes about this before, at least Peter had assumed they'd been jokes, and hadn't he'd fantasised about this very thing, perhaps they'd guessed somehow, had Karen told John about the bathroom indecent, he wondered.
John could see the surprise in Peter face, however, he also could see that Peter was not shocked by the suggestion, the direction and intensity of Peter's gaze told him that Karen had been right, he did play for both sides. "Right, it's up to you, but if you staying, your arse is ours, starting now, either get on your knees, now, or start packing" commanded John, he paused for a second and then repeated his command "now get on your knees".
Peter hesitated, "I errr...."
"I'm not fucking interested in excuses, now get on you knees or get out", John cut him off.
John was now standing right in front of Peter, whose back was now up against the wall, John's hands were placed on his hips, and thrust slightly forward, making is massive erection even more pronounced. Slowly Peter lowered himself down onto his knees, he had to move his head to one side to avoid John's cock, but Johns hand reached out and stopped the movement, and now the cock was pressed against Peters face. Peter knew what was required; he adjusted his position and opened his mouth, and let his lips slide over the massive cock head.
John placed hands behind Peter's head, and then pushed his cock into Peter's mouth; and began to pump it back and forth, slowly and shallow at first, almost like jerks. Peter's lips were forced open and stretched wide. God, I've never had something so big my mouth, he thought, still struggling to accept John size. He began to push his tongue against Johns bell end, pressing against it each time it was pushed into his mouth, he heard John make a satisfied grunt each time. Now the thrust were a bit deeper, each time pushing in about a third of the length of the cock, but even then it was filling his mouth to bursting, and Peter was struggling to move is tongue when it was in. After a few minutes John changed his motion again, this time he made some rapid pumping thrusts, and then pulled back and held it, allowing Peter to flick and slide his tongue over the end of his cock.
John told him "Hmmmm fuck you're good, oh Christ you good cocksucker....uuurrr" losing coherence and tailing of into a groan. He took a firm grip of Peters head, pumping away, pauses, and then pumping away, until Peter good feel john muscles tensing up, and then suddenly, John cock pushed hard, forcing its way in deeper, then he pulled it out, before Peter could catch his breath, John thrust forward again, pushing Peters head against the wall, face fucking him hard. He kept thrusting back and forward, almost making Peter choke, until as John cock came forward again, Peter felt the first warm, thick, taste of spunk spurt into his mouth. John let out a long groan, he pulled back and thrust forward again, another spurt of spunk pumped into Peter mouth, causing John to groan even louder and Peter to swallow, there was no where else for it to go. Again and again John pumped his cock in and out of Peter mouth, each time making more spunk spurt into his mouth; some had dribbled out of the side of his mouth. Slowly Johns pumping grew slower and shallower, and he relaxed his grip.
