Dinner with Stephen – Part 2
“…..I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me and then I thought maybe I shouldn’t use the towel as cover since he’d been naked for the past hour and he’d hidden nothing from me, so there wasn’t anything I should hide from him. So I just walked through to the living room, naked.
Stephen was there, dressed in jeans and a T shirt with his friend!
A female also dressed in jeans and a shirt.
I just didn’t know what to do. I apologized and tried to cover myself with my hand. I said I’d get a towel, and both of them laughed and said that there was no problem and that they wanted to see my face and that it was a friendly joke and they hoped I wouldn’t be offended. Stephen said that he wanted to show his friend, Susan, my tattoos and this seemed to be a fun way of doing so.
Before I could think of whether to apologize again, be angry or run away, Stephen, with an apologetic tone, asked me to stay as I was and to sit down. He introduced me to Susan and said they’d known each other for a few years. At the time that they’d met, Susan had a regular girlfriend and was currently between relationships, always with females. He told me that Susan was an artist with a visual appreciation for male and female forms.
Seemingly Stephen had told her about my tattoos and she wanted to see them for herself. Stephen told me when he visited me that he is gay and so, he told me, is Susan. As if to make things clearer he said that we all seemed to have something in common – that we all liked to be nude and looking at naked people. They hoped I didn’t mind. I said that I didn’t and the strange thing was that although I was the only one among us who was naked I really wasn’t conscious of it. I actually began to feel relaxed and at the same time excited.
Susan said that she would serve the meal and Stephen said it could wait a little and described to Susan that he’d given me a bath as an excuse to get me undressed and that he’d opened the door naked etc.
Susan said this was just another example of Stephen’s strange approach to things but that it was all good natured and she said she approved if I did. Then Stephen said that he wanted Susan to look more closely at the texture of the tattoos and would I mind if Susan felt the ink on the skin, very lightly, as he had done. I said that would be OK and she came over and touched the beaver as Stephen had done, to feel the tattoo.
She was very careful and thanked me for allowing her this inspection. Then Stephen asked if I’d mind giving her a reverse view so that she could see the Mona Lisa tattoo. Susan really seemed more interested in the artwork than anything else soI stood up and turned round so she could see the picture, and of course, my rear end.
Then Stephen asked me to kneel, resting my arms on the chair, so that they could see how far the drawing went into the crack between my buttocks. The curiosity seemed to be how far a tattoo could be drawn into this region. Actually it’s drawn quite far. I was by now rather enjoying following their requests and complied without comment or much hesitation. Kneeling in this way exposed most of the secrets of my ass, although I wasn’t really too conscious of this. This prompted Stephen to joke that he’d seen, or rather felt, that part before during the bath. I was about to get up again when Susan asked me to stay kneeling on all fours because she said that one day she would like to paint or draw this view.
She said she had a thing about this part of the body. That it was so sensitive and also so hidden and that she found it beautiful.
Either she or Stephen laughingly tickled between my legs and recognizing the cue I quickly stood up, now rather aroused, and Stephen handed my jeans and sweater which, with mixed feelings, I quickly put on.
Susan disappeared into the kitchen to get the food.
Dinner was quite simple. A roast chicken, rice and veg. with some more wine. Susan commented that now we were all properly dressed! She was very casual with jeans and a loose fitting feminine shirt. She is around 5’4″, slim build and I guess what is described as boyish figure. Blond hair, like Stephen, and I think she might be late 20s.
By now the light was fading and the dining area was quite dim, but we could see each other clearly. Susan asked me more about how I came to get the tattoos and we talked about that and art subjects and I completely forgot that both these people had intimately inspected all of my body an hour before. They asked of my life before moving and I talked about the guy I used to visit for massage and interest in things physical and sexual.
I said about my shyness and lack of confidence around body issues, which I stressed I was working on with Tantra etc. Both Stephen and Susan said that it wasn’t an uncommon thing and that some shyness is normal and desirable. They said that they’d been nudists for a long time and that males and females sometimes see these things differently, but when the people are gay or bi that often there are different expectations as well.
Susan said that she liked being around gay men because they would not chase her in the same way that straight men might, and even gay women. She said that she liked the sexuality of the naked body whether it was male or female without having to have sex, necessarily. Stephen said he’d come to understand this as well. To me it all seemed to make perfect sense.
The conversation was very open about these things and they seemed to know more than me about social nudity. They said that I had responded really well when coming into the room from the bathroom and they apologized again for doing it but that Stephen thought it might be a helpful experience for me because I would think about it as something that was fun and safe. I said I felt safe enough and I was surprised at myself for feeling so comfortable after the initial shock.
We finished with some cheese and more wine and then Susan said, with a broad wink, that because we seemed so comfortable together we should go into the living room and talk more about bodies. So we did. Stephen only has one couch so he sat on that, Susan in the armchair and I in the other chair.
I noted that we were all wearing nearly identical jeans. Mine and Stephen’s were average fit and Susan’s quite tight. I said that women can have tighter fitting jeans than men without anything obvious showing. She said that was true but why would I be bothered about showing the outline of my penis. She really didn’t pull any punches, I thought. That I still hadn’t got over things entirely, but she said it with a laugh.
I said I was still a work in progress and anyway she was the only one who hadn’t been seen naked this evening.
Stephen agreed and Susan said that she was looking forward to getting naked but hoped that Stephen and I would also undress because although she liked women in relationships she liked to look at and paint men. She said that she found the male body very interesting, in different ways, from the female body.
Susan then suggested that we should each undress separately and then talk a little personally about ourselves to keep the energy flowing and she would start.
She took off her jeans and her shirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear and didn’t need a bra. She is very slim with petite breasts. She has a small, athletic figure and her genital area is shaved so that everything there can be seen. Her breasts have smallish nipples, noticeably I thought, not unlike Stephen’s.
She did a little wiggle of her hips and sat down in the chair with a smile.
Then she said that she really loved her body and saw nothing wrong with showing it off and also enjoying it. She couldn’t understand anybody who didn’t feel the same.
She looked at Stephen for confirmation and said that she liked to stimulate herself feeling that no-one would be judging her. As an artist she said she liked to feel the energy of the body she was painting or drawing and could get that energy through her own body.
As an example she said that playing with her own nipples caused them to become erect and hard and that she liked the feeling so much that this allowed her to appreciate even more the potential of the bodies of others.
Then she said that each of us had to say something personal that we wouldn’t easily disclose.
She suggested that I be next and Stephen agreed. So I had to stand up and take off my jeans and sweater. I hadn’t bothered to put on my boxers before in the rush after the bathroom thing.
So I’m naked again and a little excited but not completely aroused.
Susan slid the coffee table away with her foot and told me to move to stand in front of her and Stephen so that they could get a better look.
She always said things with a bit of a smile. So I moved toward them, Susan in the chair, naked, and Richard propped up at the end of the couch dressed. Susan put her foot under my penis and raised it and of course it became erect immediately. Then she said it was that physical movement that fascinated her but that I had to practice enjoying the sensations without ejaculating, and to tell something about myself to them.
I said that this was the very first time I had engaged in anything like this. That I’d got the tattoos for attention and to focus on my body and now I’d got what I deserved! I said this with a laugh.
Stephen said that this was a very brave thing to do and that is why he liked me.
Susan said that she was serious about drawing or painting my butt and asked me to bend over again so she could see it again. I did so and she and Richard looked at it, I imagine, and said that these things were so beautiful.
She said that I should do as she did if I wanted, and feel free to stimulate myself. I said that Stephen’s foot massage had been really nice and he said he’d do it again.
Then Susan said it was Stephen’s turn and he stood up and undressed. He was wearing briefs which were the last to come off. Although he’d greeted me naked, this time he looked different. This time he was completely aroused and he really looked incredibly attractive to me.
Maybe the wine was affecting my outlook about things. He was used to this game, I imagined, and easily made some comments about himself. He has an almost perfect body but said that he was always concerned about getting old.
Susan stopped him before he could go further and said that actual age had little to do with the erotic experience. As an artist she found positive energy in bodies and personalities of all ages and appearances. That every individual was a complete, satisfying, package. It wasn’t all about perfect appearance.
But she did allow that Stephen had good skin and muscle tone and then she leaned forward and grabbed his cock and wiped the end of it. She said, with mock seriousness, “Aha, there’s DNA here”. Then she looked at me and said it’s proof he likes you.
Stephen said, “Of course”, and I said thank you. Then Susan said for me to stand up facing Stephen. I did that and she grabbed my cock, which wasn’t completely erect and, with the other hand, pulled me and Stephen together and held our cocks side by side and said that if she bound them together we’d be married.
It was a good joke at the time but then she kept us in position and I could feel the energy of Stephen next to mine and Susan’s warm hand around our cocks. It was the most erotic experience.
Then Susan released her grip and we both sat down, Stephen on the couch and I back in the chair.
The room was silent for a moment and I said that this must be a pregnant pause. We all laughed and Stephen said that he should have put on some music. He found some light background jazz style.
We just sat quietly, sipping the glasses we’d brought from the table and I realized we were all sort of absorbing everything about each other.
For me this was such an unusual setting and the sight of Stephen and Susan was overwhelmingly stimulating for me and I tried to adjust to hide my growing erection.
Susan noticed and reminded that the relaxed idea was to enjoy the moment. That all of us should be able to enjoy. So she told me to put my feet on the table and let them all enjoy my arousal. So I followed instructions and leaned back in the chair with my feet on the table.
My penis was as big as it’s ever been, standing vertical below my belly. I reached down and touched it and then realized if I wasn’t careful I’d ejaculate and I didn’t want to do that so I moved my hands away. I could feel some precum around the tip, or thought I could.
I couldn’t see Stephen or Susan because I’d fallen well back into the chair so I moved up and put my feet back on the floor. Susan said this was exactly how things should be and that she loved to see guys excited.
Stephen had stretched out on the couch, playing with his penis, more expertly than me, leaking and holding off from ejaculation. He was using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to play with one of his nipples. I noticed that he was completely absorbed in himself and taking no notice of either of us.
Susan said this was turning her on and she propped her feet on the table and opened up her legs. From my angle she was hiding nothing and she reached her fingers into herself and seemed to move into a different head space. I just watched, switching my eyes from her to Stephen and back again and feeling my own erection.
I’ve no idea how long this scene lasted but Susan was the first to speak again. Actually she stopped playing with herself without a word, got up, and moved her chair around the table next to mine and propped her feet back on the table. She told me to do the same and that we should play ‘footsie’.
So I pulled the chair closer and put my feet next to hers and we watched each others feet. She moved hers into mine and stroked my toes with hers and around my ankles. I did the same and as she did so she looked over at my cock which was as hard as it’s ever been. Then she reached over and stroked my nipple while playing with my feet.
I started to move my hand to my cock but she took it with her other hand and stretched it across to her own breast. I could feel her nipple and just moved my finger around on it. We played like this for awhile, noticing that Stephen was still in a world of his own.
Then Susan stopped and sat up and said how nice it was just to enjoy bodies without concentrating just on genitals. I said that she’d made a very good point. That the possibilities seemed endless.
Stephen suddenly decided to come back to us, sat up and said that he’d been watching from the corner of his eye and that he was so pleased that we were getting on so well and that we each seemed to be equally turned on. Nobody could have disagreed with him.
He said he’d often wondered exactly what it was about this sort of gathering that was actually the biggest turn on. He said for him, although he liked guys mostly, Susan really added a great deal to the mix.
He also said that he could see why Susan would like to draw me and that he’d like to see my butt again.
Susan said so would she but that the sketch would have to wait for another time but that she’d like to get closer to Stephen and myself – to feel some more energy and would we mind?
Stephen asked her what she wanted to do and she got up and moved her chair and coffee table away from the couch and quickly went into the bathroom and came out with all the towels, which she laid out on the floor. I could see where she was going to I moved my chair out of the way as well. Then she sat down on the towels and asked who would join her. We both moved next to her on the towels.
I was no longer really trying to think of anything. The sensuality of the entire evening had taken over my capacity to think. But Susan was still thinking, fortunately. She took Stephen’s hand and put it on my chest and rubbed it around and pulled him closer to me.
He didn’t need any further encouragement and began to stroke me all over. I just stretched out on the floor as he massaged my torso and legs. Susan joined in and tickled at my balls and opened my legs. I could feel her slender fingers moving around my anus and then Stephen’s in the same area.
Susan was whispering to Stephen not to make me cum. Then they flipped me over and from somewhere I felt something wet around my ass. Maybe it was some warm wine or some oil that I hadn’t seen before.
I’d risen to be on all fours, wanting nothing more than to completely enjoy this exploration. Stephen said this was going to be something fantastic for me. Just enjoy. Then I felt either Stephen’s or Susan’s tongue around my anus.
I realized it must have been Stephen’s tongue because it was Susan speaking. She said Stephen had bathed me so well, and I had such a perfect anus, that nobody could resist enjoying it, and as she spoke I felt Stephen’s tongue inside me.
Susan had slid underneath me and I had rested some of my body weight against her. I could feel her warmth against my lower torso. Stephen’s tongue in my anus was more than I could stand. I ejaculated with the wildest convulsions and just collapsed onto Susan.
Stephen withdrew and lay down beside us. I could feel the warmth and stickiness of my ejaculation on my skin and my body weight on Susan.
I struggled off her body and apologized for covering her in my DNA! She said that this was exactly what she wanted and expected. That it was a work of art. That the feeling of my ejaculation was highly erotic for her, but that we weren’t finished yet.
My focus had changed a little now but I realized that although I’d ejaculated I was still feeling turned-on but in a quieter way than before.
Stephen was on his back with an erection looking like it would explode at any moment.
Susan told me to grasp his penis and feel how hard it had become but not to make him ejaculate.
I did what she instructed. His erect penis is bigger than mine and I could feel the energy pumping in him. Susan said now to release his cock and then we would both stroke his balls with our tongues.
His testicles were tight, with very little hair and his legs were open as mine had been. I brought my head down to his groin at the same time as Susan, she on one side and I on the other. As we licked Stephen our heads and tongues rubbed and touched and I reached up to Stephen’s chest to find anywhere else on him that would respond.
I could feel myself again responding to his body. Suddenly he came. His ejaculate flowed into my face and hair and in the same way onto Susan. She grabbed his still pumping cock and moved it closer to my face and hers. Stephen was just convulsing and moaning.
We just lay there, exhausted and enjoying the moment. I moved to make my head level with Stephen’s. I could feel the warmth of his cum on my face and in my hair. Susan climbed on top of us and pressed her face into ours, pulling our heads together in a hug. It seemed to me that there could be no better example of human physical contact.
Susan arose and stood over us. She said that she had also experienced an incredible orgasm. It seemed likely. She was covered in sweat and from the ejaculation of both Stephen and myself. I mumbled that she also looked like a work of art.
Again she said that we weren’t yet finished.
Stephen mumbled that we’d better let Susan be the boss!
I wasn’t going to suggest differently and Susan kneeled down beside me and whispered close to my ear, asking how I felt. I said I probably felt the best I’d ever felt in my life.
Stephen was lying on the other side of me and echoed the same comment. It was an extraordinary feeling of sensuality, in the afterglow of this fantastic release, to feel on the one side the energy of Stephen’s body alongside me and on the other side the smooth and more delicate energy of Susan’s body, kneeling next to me.
I turned my head toward her and saw how my ejaculation, and Stephen’s, had combined with her natural sweat, to make the upper parts of her body and face a glowing pallet of human fluid expression.
As I began to notice her breasts I focused on her nipples and was reminded how seemingly similar they were to Stephen’s. I turned my head to him and looked at his chest and at his breasts and then looked back at Susan. “You’ve both got similar size and colour nipples” I offered and Stephen said that he always knew they had something in common.
Susan stroked my belly and moved to play with my limp penis which was slowly beginning to rise to life again. She moved to my chest and rubbed my nipples, saying that both my beaver and giraffe must be the happiest tattoo animals in the world.
Then she reached across my body and stroked at Stephen’s cock which was also beginning to rise again.
Then Susan got up and said that since she was in charge now she wanted to see Stephen and me together so that she could remember some ideas for future sketches. With that she moved away and Stephen moved on top of me and I felt his full weight and warmth and I wrapped my arms around his neck and we just rolled and rubbed on the towels until we seemed to be permanently entwined.
I heard Susan move onto the towels at our feet and gently she took my foot in her hand and massaged each toe and then I think she did the same for Stephen.
Neither I nor Stephen moved as she moved her hands up between our legs. Our genitals were very much crunched together as Stephen lay on top of me and I could feel Susan exploring Stephen and then me. I was again getting aroused and I could feel Stephen’s growing erection finding a place next to my own penis. This fusing of flesh seemed endless at the time.
But it did end. Susan said it was time to regroup and she stood up and Stephen rolled off me but neither of us did anything more but remain lying on our backs, again with Susan standing over us.
She said that she felt so turned on to see the both of us and that next time she would have her sketch pad with her.
I asked Stephen whether evenings like this were normal for them and he answered honestly that each time was unique in its own way and that this evening was something special.
I wondered what time it was and I don’t think any of us wanted things to end. There was life in all of us yet, so Susan said she would fill the tub and we should all get cleaned up and off she went to the bathroom.
Stephen and I dragged ourselves off the towels and carried them to the bathroom. The tub was half full and Susan was submerged in it. It’s a bigger than average tub and Susan, being on the small size, didn’t take up much room.
We shut off the tap and Stephen got in first, sliding himself next to Susan. Then I did the same. It was a squeeze with water splashing but we found ourselves comfortable positions with various body parts intermingled.
I ended up facing Stephen with Susan between us facing out into the room. Susan had found a wash cloth and soap and had already ducked her head under before we arrived.
There was shampoo at the edge of the bath which she’d grabbed and she said, with a laugh, that she was going to wash our DNA out of her hair.
Her hair is shortish so it didn’t take much shampoo and as she soaped Stephen said he’d help her and stood up, leaned over and soaped away at her scalp.
She said this felt good and from my view I watched Stephen’s cock and balls as he stood above us. The shampoo ended and Stephen slid back into the tub and Susan slid under the water, turning it soapy with the shampoo. Both Stephen and I could feel her sliding around between us and then she reappeared.
And there we sat, chest deep in soapy water.
We sat in this liquid silence for what seemed an eternity. But this wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a silence of perfect communication. There seemed to be a feeling of complete connectedness and of a trust only possible through the common physical experiences that we’d risked throughout the evening.
We stayed on into the early hours, enjoying our newly discovered comfort.
The time did end, of course, and reluctantly I dragged myself down the hallway to my own apartment. But the connections that we’d made were particularly strong and we all knew that this was not to be a ‘one night stand’.
This would not be our only encounter”.
I’ve asked my correspondent to write again with any subsequent encounters. In time I am sure he will send something further for inclusion.