Copyright 2021 by Limnophile
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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.
Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile.


Limnophile is my pseudonym and the name of my company, 'Limnophile Enterprises'. My real name is Lewis, as in 'Lewis and Clark'. You're probably wondering, "So what is a 'limnophile'?" It's the combination of two ancient words, which mean 'passion' and 'lake'. I love lakes, rivers, hot tubs, pools, beaches, the ocean. I enjoy watching water birds and fish in nature, they're very relaxing. My favorite thing in life is making love to an attractive partner or two in the water.
There are five doors in my bedroom. One is a walk-in closet, and another divides the bedroom from the hallway. Another is for my bathroom, which has a tub large enough for six. The shower has four spray heads and can accommodate five or six people. Eight is a tight squeeze, but we've done it a few times. I have sex in the tub or shower nearly every morning. Starting the day doing dirty things to get clean is great! The last two doors lead to the indoor pool and the largest of the outdoor ones. To get from my bed to the dining room or back yard, it's quicker to swim than walk.
My family is very unconventional, but also very happy. My beautiful wife agreed that since we couldn't have any children of our own, we would adopt some who were at least age twelve. There was much less mess and noise, and it was a lot safer than having younger kids around all the pools. We keep our adult activities out of their sight and hearing until they reach legal age at 18.
Once they're old enough, we let the teen girls and boys decide if they want to keep living with us as our kids, or if they'd like to be romantically involved with us. Most of them have so far. We're loving and kind, and greatly enjoy helping them explore their sexuality. We also encourage them to learn to please their partners.
On holidays, we still see the ten who have moved out, and we email and video chat with them often. Most years, the week from Christmas Eve through New Years' is one big celebration and orgy. When they visit, the few young men and women who don't want to be intimate with us sleep in the guest house with their spouses and children, then enjoy being with us as a family during the day.
Last night my wife was a little disappointed that I didn't want any more sex. Just since dinner, I'd made love to both of our girlfriends, and didn't have anything left for her. She was content and understood since both our boyfriends had 'rocked her world' too.
She and the other four cuddled and fell asleep with me in our double-king bed. It's a waterbed, obviously. As we dozed off, we watched the fish in the huge aquarium that serves as the bedroom's exterior wall, facing the flower garden and back yard.
I woke up in what I thought was the best way possible. I was laying on my side, with my mouth on a large breast, my cock fully erect in another woman's mouth, while I felt a well-lubed penis sliding smoothly in and out of my ass. I had no idea that I'd lose a big part of my family and most of my lovers on my 35th birthday.
But here's how things began:
Childhood - ages 6 to 13
What I remember from my childhood is mostly happy, but very unusual. Mom and dad took good care of me when I was a little boy. I vaguely remember being very sick and mom spending every minute with me for weeks at a time. I was too weak and ill, so she spoon-fed me. She put damp cloths on my forehead to reduce my fever. She spent a lot of time keeping me and the house clean. Dad and the neighbors called her a 'clean freak', but I didn't see anything wrong with it.
At least once a day, and usually twice, she would fill the tub and have me take a bath. I loved sitting in warm water and relaxing, and I still do. Since I had major health issues, mom was very worried for me and paid much less attention to dad. She kept holding me in her lap and feeding me until I was nine. Most children would have objected, but I enjoyed the comfort and reassurance. I loved sitting in her lap as she home-schooled me too. Dad had found a girlfriend and wasn't home much, but mom didn't seem to care.
On the nights dad was gone, she would lay behind me in bed and hold me as we fell asleep. It was warm and extremely comfortable. We were always clothed, and there was never anything romantic or sexual about it, she was just an unusually caring and nervous mom who loved holding and comforting her child, and I loved her too.
Dad moved away, and the divorce didn't seem to upset mom very much. Some might say it was divine justice or karma that took her from me when I was only 13. There was nothing bad that needed justice, and now I know that it wasn't. Instead of her excessive cleaning saving us from germs, some of the harsh cleaning chemicals started the cancer that took her away from me.
Losing a parent is almost always distressing and painful, but I lost my only real parent, my teacher, and my best friend; all at the same time. She was the only one in the world who mattered to me. When she passed away, most of my spirit died too.
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Youth - 14 to 17
I had to go live down south with my dad and stepmother. Sharon was crisply polite, but I could easily tell she didn't want another kid. She smoked, and I hated the smell. I avoided her as much as possible. The house was crowded, cluttered, and usually dirty. She would only do a little cleaning when Dad got upset and complained about the mess, once a month or so.
I wanted to mope quietly, mourning mom, but my step-siblings, 9 year old Katie and 8 year old Tom, wanted to play games or watch movies with me all the time. I couldn't care less that Katie was cute, and would eventually be a beauty, or that Tom idolized me and wanted to be like me.
Both were loud, irritating, and messy. They picked on me because I showered or bathed twice a day. I thought there were annoying little pigs, because they only bathed once or twice a week, and left their dirty clothes all over the floor.
I had to share a room with the two of them, with my small bed and their bunk beds in an "L" shape, taking up most of the little bedroom. Any time one of us needed to change clothes we had to go in the bathroom. After a few months of that, Dad remodeled part of the basement and Tom and I shared a much larger room downstairs.
I finally regained interest in life the day I met Amanda, when I went to a real school for the first time. I was only thirteen and a half, but my test scores said I was equal to a high school Senior. Dad and the vice-principal realized I might have a lot of trouble with kids who were that much older, so I started as a Sophomore. I was the shortest boy in class, other than Elmer, who had a growth disorder. Elmer was in most of the same classes I was, and we quickly became friends, as the class runts and nerds.
Amanda was a very intelligent 15-year-old, and had skipped Freshman year. She was unpopular too, but other than her age I had no idea why. She was funny and very pretty, and I liked the perfume she wore. We only had History and Chemistry classes together, the last two of the day. I sat in front of her in History. I was also lucky enough to have her as my Chemistry lab partner, and it was quickly obvious to us we shared some 'chemistry'. I was quite surprised that a girl nearly two years older would like me.
The second week, she touched my foot with hers several times, as we sat in the lab. We sat with our ankles touching for a few days, then started playing 'footsie' until the teacher caught us. In History class, sometimes she would touch my hair with her pen.
After a month, she asked me where I lived. I gave her the address and she squealed like a little girl. "That's close to my house! I think you're across the river from us!" Indeed, her house was only a couple of hundred meters from mine, with the river in between. The bridges were inconveniently far apart, and I would have to walk four kilometers to visit her, nearly 2km to the bridge, 200 meters to cross it, and 2km back.
A few times a week I would ride the school bus to her house, then walk home after we studied. Once the weather was warm enough in the spring, one of us would swim to the other's house every day. One weekend we discovered a sand bar in the river. It was mostly hidden below the water and provided a shallow spot where we could kneel or sit on the bottom and rest. We soon made it our favorite meeting spot. I loved hugging her in the water.
We never had sex, or even came close to it. I only got one single kiss from her, on the day before she left, but it still broke my heart when she and her family moved away. I survived two more years of high school with no girlfriend, and only my fellow outcast Elmer by my side. A few months before graduation, I got great news in the mail. I was offered a full scholarship at an Ivy League college, at only 16 years old!
Dad rained on my parade in a big way. He insisted that I wasn't ready for college and needed to see the real world. He got me a job as his assistant. He was a traveling salesman for small industrial machinery, and being his assistant mainly involved moving heavy pieces of metal. Over the two years, I learned there was no way in Hell I wanted to be a salesman or do heavy manual labor for the rest of my life. Dad wanted to keep me as his assistant another year, but I 'ran away' to college at the age of 18 and a few weeks.
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College - First Semester
I moved into one of the freshman dorms on a Sunday, and my first week went well. Most of the people were friendly, and I got invited to a party on Friday night. At the party I had my introduction to cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol. So, so much alcohol. I quickly decided I hated smoking anything and didn't like the smell of people who did. I also decided I hated beer, whiskey, and vodka. Until the next Friday.
The severe hangovers the first two Saturdays taught me a little, and I resolved to have no more than four drinks at the third weekly party. Around midnight I was on my fifth beer, and a beautiful redhead named Bonnie asked me to have a shot with her. She looked about 21, and I was surprised she'd like a guy who was only 18. Willpower won out, and the shot of something nasty was my last drink of the night. She was drunker than I was, so I helped her walk to her apartment. Before she went inside, she kissed me and said, "Thanks for walking me home. You're such a gentleman. I'll see you at the next party."
The next weekend I danced and drank with her, made out with her a little, and danced and drank some more. One of the guys started a shot contest, and we joined in. In fifteen seconds, I managed to drink four shots and she had three. My throat burned with the fury of a fire tornado. Several hours and beers later, I half-staggered, half-crawled back to her apartment with her.
I woke up in her bed, in the middle of a wonderful blowjob. Under the sheet, a mouth was licking me, and sucking on me very hard at the same time. A hand rotated and stroked my shaft at just the right speed. I was in the middle of a great climax, when she walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She yelled, "DAMN IT BEN! AGAIN!"
I panicked in surprise. "BEN?"
I lifted the sheet and saw the blowjob expert was a young man with red hair. I jumped and moved away from him in shock. I had never thought about a guy in a romantic or sexual way. I knew I wasn't gay because I liked girls far too much.
Ben smiled as he said, "You did well this time, Bonnie. He's really cute."
She slapped the back of his head. "Jackass!"
"I'm sorry, Lewis. My cousin thinks it's funny when he tries to steal my boyfriends. Half the guys end up hitting him, but he never learns."
I tried to remember the night before, without much luck. I asked her, "Ah, last night, did you and I, um..."
Ben answered. "Nope. She passed out on the kitchen floor, and your dick was limp as toothpaste."
"What?" I had a flashback of feeling a warm body on my back, and a hand in my underwear.
He said, "It's okay, whiskey dick happens all the time. You were nice and hard this morning, even before I touched you."
I thought Ben was kind of handsome, and the blowjob had been amazing. If only the situation wasn't so awkward and weird...
Bonnie angrily said, "You had your fun, Ben. Go leave us alone!" She closed the door.
She turned to me. "I'm so sorry, Lewis. Let me make it up to you?"
She sat next to me and dropped her towel on the floor. Seeing her sexy body quickly got me hard again.
I kissed her and felt her nice breasts as she slowly stroked my cock. Before long, she reached for a condom and rolled it on me.
She rode me cowgirl style for a minute or so, then turned around for some reverse cowgirl. I was feeling great as she had a small orgasm. We moved around, and I started fucking her from behind. "Yeah! This is great, Lewis! UH! YEAH! AAARRRRRR!" I squirted into the condom and pulled out as she exploded, sending a gush of warm liquid onto the condom and my scrotum.
We heard loud clapping as Ben said, "Very good! Excellent!" He was standing in the doorway, staring at us.
Again, she screamed, "Damn it, Ben!"
He teased, "I like being on the bottom too."
She jumped up and slammed the door in his face.
"He's such a pain in the ass sometimes! But you were great! Sorry my cousin is such a pervert."
We cuddled and relaxed a moment, chatted about the party a little, then got dressed.
I asked her, "So have you and Ben ever...."
"EEEEW! NO! He's my cousin! And he's gay. I just share an apartment with him to save money."
"Not that you would do anything with him, but have the two of you ever shared a guy? Like one guy being both of your boyfriends?"
"NO! He keeps pulling the stunt where he blows my boyfriend in his sleep, and maybe a quarter of them dump me for him. The rest usually get mad and leave, after they scream at Ben or hit him."
"Don't worry, I'm not gay or anything. I like women a lot, and I think you're great. But would you be willing to let me try it? Be my girlfriend, and let me have some fun with him too?"
From the other side of the door, we heard Ben chanting, "YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT!"
Bonnie hesitated a long time. "I... I need to think about it. If I say 'No', will you break up with me?"
"I really like you. Of course not. But I want to give it a try, if you'll let me. Please think about it." I kissed her and gave her a hug.
She nodded but looked very nervous. "I'm super busy with classes during the week, so I'll see you here Friday night?"
"Sure." I gave her another hug and kiss.
On the way out of the apartment, I saw Ben sitting in the kitchen and smiled at him. He mimed giving a blowjob, and I left the building laughing.
The next Friday night I knocked on their door and Ben answered. He smiled as he saw me but said, "Bad news. Really bad news. She has rules."
Bonnie was at the kitchen table, double-checking something in a notebook. She told us, "Have a seat, and some wine."
I'd only had wine a couple of times before and filled my glass nearly to the top. The spout on the box of red wine was really convenient. I thought messing with corks was annoying.
Ben saw my glass and chuckled, "You planning on getting hammered again?"
He poured his about half full, saying; "The glasses are tall to hold the aroma, but a serving of wine is only about half a beer. It's stronger."
I took a sip and kind of liked it.
Bonnie said, "I decided we can try sharing you. But I have some rules."
Ben joked, "Be afraid of anybody who makes rules."
She tried to ignore him, saying; "The first rule is for safety. None of the three of us will have sex with anybody else, just Lewis and Ben, and Lewis and I." Ben and I nodded.
"The second rule is, use condoms for butt stuff, or intercourse." We agreed again.
"The third rule is, clean up after yourself. I don't want used condoms or dirty underwear all over the place."
Ben joined in, "And the fourth rule is, don't have any fun." He flicked the tip of her nose with his finger.
She complained angrily, "Ben, I'm giving you want you want! The least you can do is be polite!"
He sheepishly apologized. "Sorry. I really appreciate it, Bonnie. Thanks."
She said, "And the real fourth rule is, we get Lewis on alternating days. He'll be with Ben tonight, and me tomorrow."
He asked, "Can we change that? How about I get him an hour a day, and he'll be with you the rest of the time?"
She turned to him. "Why?"
"I don't know about Lewis, but I want sex every day. And I'm not really a romantic, long talk kind of guy."
"Okay, that's fine. An hour with Ben, and the rest of the time with me." She smiled as she crossed out the rule and wrote in the new one. I thought she might make a good lawyer. It didn't surprise me a bit, to find out she was in Pre-Law.
She said, "And the last rule is about fairness with money. We're kind of poor, and can't pay much for dates, so we should split the cost. And to be fair, if somebody gets a gift, the other should get something of equal value too."
Ben looked like he was asleep, with his elbow on the table, and chin in his hand. I was beginning to get bored too. "I don't need anything fancy, and I'm not well off either, so don't worry about that. Any other rules?"
"Not really a rule, but, um... can I watch you sometimes?"
Ben jumped back in the conversation, "Sure. If I can watch you?"
She protested, "You already do!"
Ben happily jumped up. "It's settled then. How about we go on my kind of date first, then we can go on whatever kind of date you want tomorrow, Lew?"
I agreed, "Sure, Ben."
"Cool. Grab a couple towels from the bathroom and get your clothes off."
When I got back, he was naked. "Don't be confused by me having a sense of humor. I'm an engineer, so I like efficiency."
I liked what I saw. He was about 90 kilos and 190cm, slightly taller and heavier than I was. I liked his big shoulders and six pack abs. His curly red hair descended just past his shoulders, and he had a fine red moustache. He had a little less chest hair than I did, and a large cock to match mine, about 18cm long, and 4 wide. I liked his face and hair but wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss him.
He said, "The sooner you pass me the towels and strip, the sooner we can start."
I quickly undressed, as he put the towels on the sofa. He sat down and patted the towel next to him. "Come here, loverboy."
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, and other areas.
He giggled. "The look on your face is great! I love it when you blush. It's so cute!"
I sat next to him, and he looked in my eyes. "You're shaking, Lew. There's nothing to be scared of. I don't bite. Unless you ask me to."
I laughed nervously. "This just feels weird. I've never done anything with a guy before."
He said, "How about we put off the being nervous, and the kissing, and just get to the sex? Efficiency."
He gently held my penis and started stroking it. "It's easy. Do what feels good for you."
I held his nice cock in my hand for the first time and followed his example. It only took three or four minutes for both of us to come, spraying on each other's hands. We wiped our hands on the towels as we rested a little.
"Thanks, Lew. That was pretty good for a first time."
"That was great! Thanks, Ben."
He said, "I don't like a lot of boring rules, so I just have two. Honesty - if you're with me, you're really with just me. And Bonnie. And if I do something for you, you should do the same for me."r"
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