by John smith
What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 40
What’s your race/ethnicity? European
What continent do you live on? Australia
What country and/or city do you live in? Bayside
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (eg., MA, MS, PhD, JD, MD)
What’s your occupation? N/A
What’s your current relationship status? Engaged/Married (monogamous)
Religious affiliation: Christian
How religious are you? Not at all
What’s your sexual orientation? Bisexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexuality or sexual identity? submissive bottom
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? too many to recall
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? none
Brother In Law
How long ago did this hookup happen? year ago
What was your relationship status at the time? Engaged/Married (monogamous)
How would you best classify this hookup? Friends-with-benefits
How long did you know the person before this hookup? For more than 3 years
Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? It was a future Prime Minister who, in the early 70s, made a speech to the Alfred Deakin Lecture Trust and said, “Life’s not meant to be easy”, which was actually a misquoting of the old man in George Bernard Shaw’s Methuselah: “Life isn’t easy.” And it isn’t, certainly not when you run two separate lives in tandem, as I do. There’s the life I present to the outside world, where I am a builder. I pride myself on my professional reputation, I choose my staff and workers carefully, and I have a portfolio of high-end projects as long as your arm. Away from the business spotlight, I am a happily married man. I have a beautiful wife whom I love, and two teenage girls I adore. We live comfortably, and our daughters are receiving good educations. We have a nice, happy home in the Bayside suburbs, a wide circle of friends, and we holiday often. In this world, I’m seen as a successful businessman, and a good provider: protective, dependable, an all-around nice guy.
Then, there’s my other life…
The ‘other’ me is a submissive sissy boy; a faggot who lives to sexually serve Alpha males. I am unsure of where that burning need came from, but it has always been there, deep down. The underlying psychology of it is beyond my understanding. This ‘me’ has a desperate need to please men, to offer myself to them to use sexually in any way they choose. I discretely advertise my availability and willingness to give them what they can’t get at home from their wives or girlfriends. And there is no shortage of them, these married men in need of total sexual satisfaction with no strings attached. I’ve lost track of how many men have used me … forced their cocks down my throat and unloaded their seed or thrust their hard cocks up my arse and fucked me mercilessly until they empty their balls. True to my sub-nature, I don’t seek sexual satisfaction for myself in these encounters. Out of respect for these superior males, their pleasure is my sole aim. Some men are oncers; they nervously turn up, drop their trousers in my darkened room, fuck me quickly and get the hell out of there the minute they’ve blown their loads. Others return time and time again and take their time to maximize their own pleasure. To these men, I’m a “thing” with a boy pussy. In the dark, my boy cunt is a tight, wet hole, exposed and open to them to fuck aggressively. Then, there are a few who I see regularly; men who take what they need from me sexually but understand that when they’ve taken their pleasure and we’re dressed again, I’m back to being John, a regular guy just like them. There have been times when I have been taken by groups of men who, in keeping with an aggressive pack mentality, use my holes time and time again, throat fucking me and anally raping me until I’m literally awash with their semen. When they’re done, I will clean myself up and check for any tell-tale signs before driving home and climbing into bed and cuddling my wife. She is oblivious to the fact that the mouth she is kissing has just played host to a group of men with hard cocks unleashing their potent baby batter in long, powerful spurts. A true sub like me is literally a cock connoisseur, and I’ve had them all – monster cocks, average cocks, and small cocks. Thin cocks, thick cocks, beautiful-looking cocks, and ugly cocks. Hoodies, helmets, black cocks, white cocks, and yellow cocks. Cum dribblers, and men whose ejaculations are geysers. I’ve had men who take their pleasure quietly, others who vocalize their orgasms at the tops of their voices. Grunters, whimperers, filthy-mouthed verbals… if you can name it, I’ve had it. And I’ve loved every fucking arse-clenching, cum guzzling, cock-milking minute of it. But, as you can imagine, it comes with an element of higher-than-usual risk. Advertising anonymously, there’s always a chance the guy that turns up to fuck me is someone who knows me professionally, yet never would have dreamt he’d encounter me in lingerie on all fours, arse in the air, boy cunt on display, ready for him to drive his hard cock into. There’s always a chance it might be a local shopkeeper, a neighbor, even the father of one of my daughter’s school friends, perhaps one of their teachers. As any addict knows, the danger is known to us, but we cannot resist it – compulsion and desperate need means we keep on taking the risk. For a long time, luck was on my side, but eventually, it ran out.
It was, I recall, a Thursday, late afternoon. My need for cock had driven me to Bay City Sauna in Elsternwick, a discrete all-male bathhouse, where men gather to have sex with other men. Customarily, these venues are rabbit warrens leading variously to a dry sauna, a steam room, a ‘suckatorium’, a sling room, a dark room, or a variety of private rooms. On arrival, men of all nationalities and socioeconomic backgrounds, pay their entry fee and head for the locker room to undress. Inside each locker is a towel that the men wrap around them unless they prefer to strut their stuff naked as they wander the halls. Not a lot of talking goes on in these venues; these men are there with one purpose – to fuck another guy, or to be fucked. Some bottoms just need that itch scratched once and they’re satisfied. Others, like me, will sometimes take all comers. Some days, pickings can be slim, and it can take a while to find a top. Other days, there can be a queue of men waiting their turn to fuck a willing arse. This particular Thursday, I headed for the steam room. The steam room serves two purposes: it works up a sweat and helps the visitor relax, while thick billows of steam afford relative anonymity for two or more men to enjoy each other. Today, it’s quiet, but I can make out one man sitting on a bench. I make my way closer to him and sit. It doesn’t take long for the game to begin… knees touch, a hand moves tentatively toward a thigh, and often times, towels are undone. This day, I was in luck. My exploring hand found a generously proportioned hard cock that obviously needed a mouth wrapped around it. My experienced hands had it sussed fairly quickly – it was about 9 inches, nice and thick, and circumcised. The man stood, and I quickly got into position on my knees, placed my hand around the base of his throbbing dick, then lowered my head. Immediately I heard a quiet groan as felt his hand on the back of my head as he began to skull fuck me. I took hold of his cum-filled hangers in one hand, kissing and licking my way up and down the pulsating shaft of his cock before swirling my tongue around his glands. Again, that hand on the back of my head. I felt him shudder as I suddenly swallowed his beast balls-deep, letting him feel my wet, warm throat. I worked his crank like a madman, soaking it in spit while my lips expertly milked him. I played with his loose-hanging balls while I alternated between deep-throating him and stroking his rampant rod, to a backdrop of appreciative moans. I removed my hand from the base of his cock and slid my mouth right down until my nose was buried in his bush. He started rhythmically thrusting into my mouth, and the change in his breathing told me that his release was imminent. Sure enough, I felt his balls pull up tight toward his body as his cock thickened in my mouth. His cock spasmed and I was rewarded with several powerful spurts of thick, warm spunk. I valiantly swallowed his load and kept his prick in my mouth as it softened, my tongue teasing his piss slit. Eventually, it fell from my lips onto his thigh, and that’s when he spoke. “Fuck… you suck cock better than my wife!” I froze. I knew that voice! I could only confirm that he’d just been sucked off by his brother-in-law! We took an embarrassing moment to let the severity of the moment sink in, before I asked if we could head to a private cubicle to talk. We had a quick shower and Peter suggested that instead of staying at the sauna, no-one was home at his place, so we headed there for some much-needed privacy. The intention was to talk things through rationally and to see how we should deal with what had just happened, but that’s not the way it panned out. Instead, he sent me upstairs to rummage through his wife’s lingerie and get dressed, and then, looking like the slut that I am, he pinned me down on the bed and fucked me bareback. I was surprised, but didn’t freak out, when my wife phoned me while we Peter and I were fucking. With my arse in the air and Peter’s stiff cock reaming my man cunt, I answered the phone.
“Hi, what are you doing?”
“I’m just at work … pretty busy.”
“You sound flustered …”
“Yeah, hasn’t been the best day with one client … I’m being fucked over hard!”
My double entendre momentarily stopped Peter thrusting into me, but soon enough, he was pack to pounding my arse with gusto.
“So, does that mean you’re going to be late, John?”
“No, honey … I’ll be home in time for dinner.”
Just as I was saying goodbye to my wife, Peter gripped my hips tight, rammed his cock into me as deep as it could go. For the second time today, his 9-inch wonder shot a huge load, this time into my hungry man cunt.
That evening, as fate would have it, our families were getting together at our mother-in-law’s house for dinner. It could have been awkward, but it wasn’t. We just had to make sure we didn’t exchange too many knowing glances or smirks in case we aroused suspicion. I sat through dinner with the remnants of Peter’s cum seeping into my underwear, and he sat opposite his brother-in-law whom he now knew was a cum-crazed sissy boy. It turned him on something nasty when I kissed his wife, and our mother-in-law, knowing there were likely traces of his sperm on my lips. And it made him horny beyond belief knowing there would be times I would kiss my wife in bed, and her tongue would be inside a mouth that had earlier been used to worship her brother-in-law’s fat, one-eyed trouser snake.
And so began a regular set-up, with my cunt and mouth being available to my brother-in-law on demand. Sometimes, he’d fuck me quickly and mercilessly, other times he would have me for much longer periods – on my knees servicing him orally before thrusting his hard cock into my arse and pumping me full of his potent seed. Our combined family vacations took on a whole new dimension. It pleased our wives and children that we would book one lot of accommodation with separate bedrooms, but because we were the only two adult males, they had no problem with us sharing the bathroom and locking the door. How many times I bent over for Peter to fuck me in the shower, or swallowed his load, before getting dressed and joining our families for a fun day at the beach. One time on vacation, he fucked his wife while we were in the apartment doing other things. When he finished, he came out of the bedroom, and motioned for me to join him in the bathroom. Behind a locked door, he dropped his shorts. I fell to my knees and orally worked his hard cock, which was slick with his wife’s pussy juices. The most recent time Peter fucked me was on the evening of my eldest daughter’s 16th birthday at home. Peter said in front of the women that we needed more ice, so we were able to drive off together to buy some. But Peter was horny, so we made a quick detour to my office nearby. We locked the door and Peter used my lubed arse to finish quickly. We picked up ice, slipped back into the house, rejoined the celebration, and nobody was any the wiser. I surprised my wife with a passionate kiss in front of our guests, because I knew how horny it made Peter when I kissed her just after sucking him and swallowing his jizz. I know it won’t be long before Peter needs to get from me the kind of sex he doesn’t get at home, and once again I’ll be shoulders down, arse up, using my very experienced man cunt to drive him to the edge of sexual insanity and coax another load out of his balls.
How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Very
Did you have an orgasm? Yes, more than one
Did your partner have an orgasm? Yes, multiple
What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it the next day? What are/were your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? Akward moments
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) None
What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness, Submission / Relinquishing power
How intoxicated were you? A little tipsy/high
What substances did you consume? Alcohol, Cocaine, MDMA, ecstasy, molly, Poppers (Amyl Nitrate)
How intoxicated was your partner? Small amount of alcohol or drugs, not enough to feel it
What substances did your partner(s) consume? Alcohol, Cocaine
How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? Not at all
Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I didn’t give a clear ‘yes’, but I didn’t give a ‘no’
How wanted was this hookup for your partner at the time? Not at all
Did your partner(s) consent to this hookup? They gave enthusiastic consent
To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? rough and horny,
it was animal like
How would you best summarize people’s reactions about this hookup? I didn’t tell anyone
Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all
Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all
Do you regret this hookup? Not at all
What was the BEST thing about this hookup? it still goes on
What was the WORST thing about this hookup? none
Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? no
All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Somewhat positive
All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative
Anything else you want to add about this hookup? no
What are your thoughts on casual sex more generally, the role it has played in your life, and/or its role in society? What would you like to see changed in that regard? love it
What do you think about the Casual Sex Project? It’s cool and I needed to tell someone about this experience
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