How It Happened

[finsuptx]

A couple of years after college, I found myself in my first real place with my girlfriend, Gina. It was a decent three bedroom condo near the beach. That was perfect since we were both surfers. We were both becoming successful and we could afford some nice things. Like the condo, and the Beemers, and the longboards.


In our mid twenties and given the amount of surfing, volleyball, cycling, skiing, and hiking we did together and with friends, we were both in top shape. She stood a towering 5’3 ½” with the full on 36-24-36, a Firebrand redhead who I lovingly joked “had red on the head and fire in the hole”. I’m 5’11” and 170lbs with chestnut hair. I’m blessed with a girthy seven and half cut dick. Our sex life was amazing, we did it anywhere and everywhere. In the surf. On the back deck under a blanket, ski trip hot tubs, subway trains. There wasn’t much we didn’t try at least once.


She had convinced me to do a lot of things sexually I didn’t think I would try or ever be into. I guess my only complaint would have been her blow job skills. Try as she might, and as often I’d like, she had a hard time giving good head. It was pretty much okay with me though. I’d never gotten off from a blow job before, so we focused the attention on my cunnilingus tactics on her instead. I could eat her pussy for hours if she’d let me, but she often stopped me, several times gasping for a break.


I was worried that our fun might be cramped when her brother got laid off and needed a place to crash for little while. I knew Brian was gay, and I’d never had a problem with him. Or any gay guy, really. He didn’t really slow us down any. In fact, it was nice to have him around some weekends when we wanted to go somewhere we couldn’t take the dogs.


After one such weekend, we came home Sunday night to a new houseguest. I was sort of embarrassed because Brian hadn’t brought guys back to his “room”, and it seems we surprised them. They were only shirtless, but you know what you know when you walk in on someone and they are painfully trying to play it cool.


Now Brian was actually Gina’s older brother. He was nearly forty. He was an engineer by trade, and was getting back on his feet. I had to admit I was amazed at what a great body he did have at forty. He probably was about 5’8” 150lbs with black hair and blue eyes. Without his shirt in the living room with his friend was about as naked as I’d seen Brian.


His friend was younger than Gina or I. I guessed him at twenty at the oldest, but my gut said 17. Turns out he was 20. He too was around 5’8” but with beach blond hair and emerald eyes. He was shaped like a gymnast/wrestler.


We chit chatted with them for awhile, then I went and took the Boxer’s out for their evening run on the beach. Gina stayed behind with Brian and Trey. Watching the dogs run along the surf, I had to admit, gay guys keep in incredible shape. Both of them had a six pack that I could never quite muster. Even surfing everyday.


Of course I look at other men. Their bodies. Their haircuts. Their dicks. Every guy does it. We compare. We’re men. Its in our very nature to compete, at every level. Some dudes have ten inch dicks and million dollar smiles. Others have engineering degrees and excess cash. We check each other out in the showers because we are understandably curious how we measure up. I’ve always been satisfied with how I measure up. From junior high, through high school athletics and now my local gym, I can always make a good impression. At a hefty seven and half, I’m rather thick. Gina can have a hard time keeping it in her mouth sometimes if the angle isn’t just right, but she loves it when I use the fat head and rub it on her pussy lips, teasing her.


So naturally, I fleetingly thought of how I stacked up between Brian and Trey. By the time I got back with the dogs, everything was quieted down. Brian and Trey were in their room and Gina was doing her bedtime routine. It had been a long weekend of hiking. I ached and I know she ached as well. I had no plans on getting lucky, especially not with guests in the house.


When I crawled in bed, she was laying on her side facing away from me. She wasn’t tired yet, because she goes to sleep on her back. If she’s on her side, it means she wants me to spoon her. We’ve always slept naked, and sometimes if we think we’re too tired, we’ll try spooning to see if we really have it in us. If it works right, while we’re spooning I smell her, and I feel the heat from her beaver and soon I’m hard enough to tease her lips with the head, and if I’m really lucky, she starts getting wet enough and I precum enough that I slide right in.


Then her leg goes up and we both fall into one of our many favorite positions. My cock, like a piston, pounding her pussy. My balls, bouncing and slapping on our moist flesh. My arm wrapped around her and pulling her into our kiss. It can always go either way, like this. I can either nut in an instant or make it last and last and last. Even though it had been a rigorous weekend of physical activity, or maybe because of it, we both let it go on and on. I was content to have her wrapped around me. Her humidity was perfect, so perfect, that I did have to slow things up a couple of times or I might have lost it. All this I could see from the floor length mirror we had positioned for just such times. Like I said, this was one of our favorites, and she had talked me into a lot of things.


Another reason I love this position is that Gina tends to get loud and egg me on more. I love it when she makes noise. Gasps, grunts and deep little cries all turn me on. Its when I know I’m totally hittin’ it and she’s about to cum. This night, she was particularly loud. At first I was sort of embarrassed with Brian and Trey at the other end of the house, and I knew they could hear us.


Gina was doing all the work at this point. I was on my back, propped up by the pillows, and she was spread eagle above me, with my hands gripping her hips. Her hips crashing into my pelvic bone to get every last inch of me. My balls were tight and ready for release, thank god I could tell she was close.


When she came, I knew it was my turn to take over. She froze and I kept poppin’ my cock in her spasming hole. The velvety feel of her walls constricting on my rod sent me over the edge. I pulled out and jerked it once before it exploded up onto her chest and belly. I’m a very heavy cummer, but this load was only mediocre because of the outdoor sex over the weekend. It took some time for our heavy breathing to subside, but we both fell asleep shortly, very satisfied.


I had gotten into the habit of coming home at lunchtime most days to let the dogs out. It also afforded me time to eat healthy food at home, and watch porn on the internet and jerk off before going back to work. When I came home, the dogs were happy to see me, but it sounded like the shower in the hall bathroom was running. Trey being there didn’t cross my mind, because Brian’s car wasn’t in the driveway. When I pushed open the cracked door, I was treated to the tight body of a gymnast/wrestler bent over, facing away. Bent at the hips, with visible tan lines of a thong, apparently. The ass was round and firm and the cheeks were hairless, and there was a dusting of light fuzz in the crack, darker near the pucker. A perfect pink pucker if I’ve ever laid eyes on one. Male or female. I swear it winked at me.

I’m not going to lie to you, I just stood there with my mouth open. He stood up and turned around, and instinctively reached for the towel. I zapped out of my catatonic state and mumbled some apology, and nearly slammed the door behind me. I went to my office I have set up in the third bedroom, and closed the door. I was totally embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say to the guy, we’d barely talked, and now it seems I got busted checking out his naked ass...

 

[finsuptx]

I was kinda worried he might think I wanted him or something. I heard him come out of the spare bathroom, and go back into Brian’s room. I went and let the dogs out, and took my time, hoping maybe he was leaving soon and I wouldn’t have to worry about it. When I got back he was still in Brian’s room apparently, so I locked up and headed back to work. It was a great ass, and at first, I could have easily mistaken it for some chicks’ ass, until the balls showed. Come to think of it, they were hairless too. Lots of guys were into shaving these days. I wasn’t that kind. I liked my bush. I liked Gina’s bush trimmed, though. Better for eating her out. I’m not a fan of munching on a brillo pad.
I got home late that night from work, and I was sort of surprised to find Gina and Trey at the dining room table with the lesser half of a wine bottle sitting next to one already empty. They were well on their way to tipsy. They seemed to be getting along very well. I chuckled to myself “girltalk”.
Dinner was good, but Brian missed it. His new job was making him work late to finish a deadline. By the time he came in, we were down a total of five bottles of wine between the three of us. We had gotten to know Trey a little more, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He was certainly attractive, and without exactly acting like it, he was sort of feminine.
It wasn’t uncomfortable between us during dinner, and now on the sofa, the three of us. Gina had started in on stories about her brother and Trey seemed to be eating them up. When Brian came in, it busted up the fun. He was tired, and immediately went to shower. It was only then things sort of got weird with Trey.
Try as I might all evening I couldn’t quit flashing back to the bathroom at lunch. If it was that amazing ass or what, I don’t know, but he would laugh with Gina and I would just stare at them both. Trey really was quite attractive, and I can’t recall ever seeing those particularly green eyes on anyone else. I like eyes.
I realized Trey kept cutting his eyes to me while Brian was showering. Our eyes met several times, but I had no idea what he was thinking. Was he going to tell Gina I was perving on him at lunch? Would he tell Brian? I don’t know why, I was sort of getting nervous. I also noticed he’d stolen several glances at my crotch. All guys look, right?
When we went to bed that night, it was on the tip of my tongue to tell Gina about the incident with Trey, but for some reason I didn’t. I think she would have laughed. I was still puzzled by the image of that ass I kept seeing as I pretty much passed out. Gina and I were too drunk to even try to fuck, and too tired to care. Brian apparently was not, because it was our night to hear them going at it. I was pissed at first. This was my house, I shouldn’t have to listen to guys get it on in my spare room.
Maybe it was the way Trey kept screaming “yes, yes, yes”, but I’m pretty sure the last picture in my mind before I passed out was that tiny pink pucker winking at me…

 

[jjsuperbird]

nicely done.

 

[finsuptx]

The next day at lunch, I came home like usual to let the dogs out. No one was home but the dogs. I guess Trey had gone back home, and the sleepovers were over for awhile. I did my normal routine of lunch, quick cat nap, walking the dogs, but I didn’t jerk off for lack of time. I needed it though.

That night Brian had to work late again, and it was just me and Gina and the dogs. She was on the phone with her friend most of the evening after dinner, so I casually scoped out porn on the internet. I hadn’t gotten laid last night and didn’t get my normal jack off at lunch, and I was intent on getting some tonight.

That didn’t happen, and because of circumstances beyond my control I didn’t get to fuck, beat off, or cum by the time Friday night rolled around. Our Friday nights were pretty much the same usually. We would go out to dinner, and then over to our favorite hangout a few blocks from the condo for drinks. Most of our regular friends were there and we were having a great time.

There was some drama with one of her friends and Gina took her back to our place since it was nearby to get cleaned up. I stayed behind and had a good time, but after awhile I began to wonder what was taking Gina so long. I called and she said they had decided to just stay there and hang out with Brian and Trey rather than come back to face the drama. I said fine, and told her I would be home in a little while. It sounded like they were having their own party at my place though.

I stayed for another drink, hanging out with some of the gang, then walked home. Everyone was on the patio, listening to music when I walked up. I still had my shirt and tie on from work today and my feet were tired. It was clear everyone was plastered, and I was not far behind.

I saw Gina and Vicki giggling as they talked to Trey and Brian. Everyone looked down as I walked up. They all hushed, but I have no idea why. Looking down at me, they all smiled, it was like they knew something I didn’t. I didn’t really like the feeling, but I smiled back. “Can I join the party?” I asked going up the stairs.

Gina said, “please do. It’s in your honor.”

“My hero!” Vicki called out.

I laughed at them when I reached the top of the stairs and I grabbed a beer out of the cooler. Earlier, when some drunk douche was getting pushy with Vicki, I politely stepped in and told him she was with me, and he went away, for a while. He came back later, more drunk and that’s when spilled the fruity cocktail drink he’d bought her all down her blouse. She pushed him back, and I quickly broke it up and the bouncer/owner of the joint threw him and his buddy out.

I always had a thing for Vicki because she’s tall. She was easily 5’9” flat footed. She had golden blond hair and my dick ached to know what color the carpet was. I always thought Vicki kinda thought the same thing too. We would occasionally catch each other stealing glances when we thought no one was looking.

It was nearly 4am when I finally had enough beers and jokes and stories and laughter, and decided I wanted to go pass out. Vicki was looking like she was ready to pass out as well. Brian and Trey seemed to be wide awake, and Gina was really getting into sharing stories with Trey. She’d even shared a few about me with them and Vicki.

I went and stripped and crawled into bed, leaving everyone else still drinking on the patio. I hoped they didn’t stay up much later, I had neighbors. I had barely dozed off it seemed when the door opened and I could see Vicki’s shadow tiptoeing to my bathroom. I just laid there. There must have been some reason she came to this bathroom, maybe the other one was occupied and she really needed to pee.

On warm nights like this, I usually slept with just the sheet. When she came out, I was sprawled on back with my legs spread and my arms stretched out above my head. In just the light coming in from the open door and what little moonlight there was, I watched her pause and look at me.

I froze. I didn’t expect her to stop and openly gawk. The fact that she was taking a good long look at my mostly smooth bare chest and the light sheet covering me from the waist down only made my semi plump cock grow. This was weird, really. She took a step closer and I slammed my eyes shut.

But she stood there for a minute and I heard her gasp when my dick lurched as it reached full mast. I still didn’t open my eyes, but there was no doubt where her eyes were focused. She let out a slight moan as my dick involuntarily jerked again.

I was expecting Gina in the doorway at any minute, so I was sort of relieved when I sensed Vicki walking out of the room. I risked a peek and I could see her shadow stop near the door and turn around for one last glance. I again froze, but this time I intentionally lurched my cock.
I didn’t have to wonder if she saw it. She looked out the door and satisfied no one was coming, she quickly walked back over to my side of the bed. Again, I froze. I closed my eyes, and my dick throbbed again, and I could already feel precum oozing from my slit.

 

[IanInNYC]

so good. please keep it up.

 

[TheLoveBelow]

great story

 

[StaffnRod]

Nice character developement with each episode,
keep it up as you have many directions to go with this!
THX

 

[finsuptx]

She wasn’t about wasting time when she reached out and laid her palm on my throbbing and leaking cock. I don’t think she was even worried if she woke me. I was definitely up. She rubbed her palm lightly down my shaft to my balls and back up past the head. I wanted to explode. When she wrapped her hand around it, I nearly did.

She just gripped it tight for a few seconds and then hauled ass out of the room. I was shocked and so turned on, I don’t know how I fell asleep after that, but I blame it on the alcohol mostly.

I don’t recall Gina coming to bed, but she was there when I had to piss way too early the next morning. I tried to crawl back in bed and get her motor started, but she wasn’t having it. She tied a good one on, and she was going to be hungover majorly bad.

I was nearing a week without getting off I thought as I walked the dogs. When I got back everyone was awake, and Trey was in the kitchen making breakfast. I just slipped on a pair of shiny soccer shorts and a tshirt when I walked the dogs. Brian was still passed out in his room, and Gina and Vicki were holding their heads over cups of coffee.

Trey didn’t seem to be shy really, while he cooked in just a pair of shorts with no shirt.

“Never fry bacon naked.” I kidded him.
“I’m not naked.” He laughed and smiled. I laughed too as I got my coffee, and I swear he checked out my crotch. I admit my dick was plump today. My mind was filled with Vicki grabbing my dick last nite when no one was looking. There was no doubt now that she wanted me, the problem now was how to give her what she wanted without it wrecking things with Gina.

After breakfast, everyone did their own thing. Gina went back to bed for a bit and I hung out in my office pretending to do some work. I was looking at porn. Vicki had left and I hadn’t heard much from Brian or Trey since they went back to Brian’s room. I was just about to get into stroking it when I got a text message.

It was Vicki. “Tks for everything last night”
I replied: “Thank YOU!”
Vicki: “for what?”
“lol for blue balls”
“omg don’t say that” Was her reply. “I’m sorry”
“don’t be”
“do you still have blueballs?” She wanted to know.
“not 4 long” I said, stroking my cock through my soccer shorts.
“mm” was her response.
“did it meet with your approval?” I already knew the answer, I just wanted her to say it.
“oh yes”
“good”. I was busy texting with Vicki and rubbing my dick that it wasn’t until I knew I was about to cum that I noticed Trey. He wasn’t exactly in the cracked doorway to my office. He was technically in the living room, but the bone in his shorts and the stare he gave me said he was getting a good show.

I nutted immediately while stroking through my soccer shorts. The first shot flew out of the leg of my shorts and I heard it splatter on the hardwood floor. My eyes were locked with Trey’s as I shot. It was that instant I knew he was turned on watching me jack off. I was already in a terrible state from not busting a nut all week, and topping it all off was Vicki.

I broke my stare with Trey when I instinctively looked when I got another text. When I looked back up he was gone. I was still feeling good from my big cum when I texted her back the reply to her question of “could I see it?”.

I simply pulled my soccer shorts down and snapped a picture of my still hard dick, leaking the last remnants of a messy cum. Remember, I had gone nearly a week without cumming, and this was a sticky mess. I put the caption as “YOU made me do this!”

 

[lislndr]

This is hot... can't wait to read more!

 

[ChuckNLA]

I can not wait for the next installment....this is one of the best ever on here

 

[hyphap]

This is great! I really like the details of character and plot, but it's definitely still hot.

 

[finsuptx]

When my dick deflated enough, I got up and closed the office door, and cleaned up my big, sticky mess. I wondered if Trey saw my jizz hit the hardwood floor. I was close enough to hear it. My desk sits across the room from the door, so when you walk in your standing pretty much in front of it. It doesn’t have a front to it like most desks do. In fact, it was more of a table, and I was all but certain he could clearly see me texting with Vicki and jerking my cock through my soccer shorts.

I was almost done cleaning up, I heard Brian and Trey go through the living room and leave. I couldn’t hear what they were mumbling, but I was kind of worried it was about me. They left pretty quickly, and didn’t say anything on their way out.

Just great. Now I had to worry about Brian thinking something is up with Trey and me. This shit was getting crazy. A week ago my life was perfect. Yeah I only fucked Gina these days, but I was really okay with that. I’d had several chances to get some strange if I wanted it bad enough. I was perfectly happy with Gina and our sex life.

Now there’s something starting up with Vicki and I knew if I was going to shut this chance down, it would have to be soon. Vicki is a recent friend of Gina’s and they’ve been hanging out more and more the last month of two. They work together and one day I came home to find them over a bottle of wine, much like I found her and Trey the other night.

Vicki is a vixen if ever I saw one. She’s the girl that can give a guy a “fuck me NOW!” look from across the bar. I had no idea what her measurements were exactly, but her tits would have filled a red wine glass and she always seemed to be cold or driving with her headlights on. She was naturally flirty I could tell in the first five minutes of meeting her. Sometimes you just KNOW someone is a tiger in the sack. I knew it when she made the comment “don’t threaten me with a good time” when the conversation was about handcuffs.

Like I said, I’ve caught her checking me out a number of times since we first met, and she’s busted me more than once. I’m also pretty sure that she and Gina talk about our sex life to each other. I just wish I knew what they talked about.

I got my suit and my board and headed down to the beach for some surf. It was pretty pathetic, I couldn’t get my mind to focus, and I couldn’t say for sure how many times I got up. Mostly I paddled around and sat and watched the ocean, playing all the recent activities over in my mind. I guess I’m over analytical sometimes.

My daydreams about fucking Vicki always ended with me doing her doggy style. Trey’s barenaked ass kept popping into my mind. I gotta admit, it was hot enough to fuck. I’m honestly not really that interested in fucking Trey, I wasn’t sure why I kept seeing his ass instead of Vicki’s. Unless it was because I had seen Trey’s ass bent over, almost like an invitation. Indeed, it was an ass that just begged to get fucked.

I know Trey watched me cum, but I couldn’t say how long he had been standing there or why. But he wanted my dick, that was clear. I found it hot that he had a sizable bone tenting his shorts. I really did turn the gay kid on. And I did it while I was sexting with my girlfriend’s friend. As I sat on my longboard, floating in the ocean I was sporting a chub. No one else was nearby, and the suit was smashing it. I really had to get a handle on things today, I really didn’t plan on any of it. I knew I wanted to fuck Vicki, but was that worth fucking things up with Gina? Not really. But there was such a need in me to powerfuck Vicki for teasing my dick last nite. Then there was this gay kid who wanted to swing on my schlong. I’ve gotten head from a guy roommate in college, and it was okay. I’ve never had the urge to suck a dick though. And until I saw Trey’s, I really wasn’t interested in fucking a guy in the ass either. But if the kid wanted to blow me, it might be good for kicks to tease him about it. And I realized I was basically stroking my cock through my wetsuit just off the beach.

 

[finsuptx]

When I got back to the condo Gina was up and Brian and Trey were back. They had gone grocery shopping because apparently everyone had agreed last night that we should grill steaks on the patio tonight. That’s when I realized Vicki was going to be over soon. At first I felt that “oh shit” feeling come over me. Trey was in charge of the cooking, again. Did Brian do anything? That gave me a chance to kiss Gina and tell her I was going to shower after surfing.

With the warm water cascading down my body I felt enveloped. Soothed. If I was so soothed, why did I have a raging hardon then? I rinsed it carefully. I needed it to go down. Or did I? I can’t tell you where the evil plan came from to get my kicks teasing Trey tonight in front of Vicki. I think it might have started with wanting to tease Vicki. So I could kill two birds with one stone, Atticus.

I tugged on my throbbing dick. I was close enough, I knew, it wouldn’t take very long to get off just now. I stroked faster as I thought back to Vicki’s hand gripping my cock last nite. How soft her hand felt, even through the sheet, but her grip was firm and demanding, almost. I wondered how twisted she could be. Did she maybe even have a streak of dominatrix in her? I realized my chest was heaving and I was furiously beating my meat, and I was dangerously close to cumming.

I stopped stroking, trying to decide real fast if I wanted to cum right now. I really needed to, effin’ bad. I jerked it a few more times, then let go and it sprang back up and hit me in the abs. Fuck!

I got dressed in a pair of khaki’s that really show off my ass, and either when I’m sitting or standing, shows a good size bulge. These were the comfortable shorts I’ve had forever that I KNOW I look good in. I tossed on a tshirt and admired the total package I had for everyone tonight. I’m not saying I’m gorgeous or anything, but I am used to getting my fair share of glances and stares, especially when I’m out with Gina.

I answered the door when Vicki arrived, and if I didn’t know any better, she dressed down for me. She looked like cotton candy standing in my doorway in girl-cute shorts and a tight man’s v-neck tshirt she had tied up above her navel. I’m not good at explaining, but you know the look I’m talking about. Her makeup was done, but her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she looked like she was ready to lay on the couch and read a book.
The look in her eyes and the grin on her face when I smiled at her said she was ready to lay on the couch and fuck my brains out. Yes, I used the term “fuck my brains out” because I only have enough blood in my body to run either my brain or my dick, and my dick was definitely in charge.

She was being catty, and she was very good at it. When she walked past me I heard none of what she was shouting to Gina across the room, I just watched her walk by. She smelled like cotton candy too. I wanted that cotton candy to melt on my tongue.

Since no one wanted to drink, it was Trey who sheepishly offered some of his ‘dro to everyone. I figured he meant he had a joint or two, but when Gina and Vicki both shot each other a glance and a giggle, we all agreed in earnest. He brought out a three foot water bong, and my jaw hit the floor. How did he get it into my condo without someone seeing?

He set it on the coffee table, and told us to enjoy, it was ready to go. When he made his way back over into the kitchen, he had to push past me. I braced for what I thought (hoped?) was going to be a groping. It really wasn’t, I don’t think he even tried. But our bodies touched and slid past one another. It was the static electricity in the air of course, but there WAS a shock between us when we touched.

Brian was taking lessons from Vicki on how to fire up a three foot water bong while Gina exchanged smiles and giggles with me. By the time Trey called us in to eat, the four of us were ready eat, the smoke was good for that. We all sat at the table and ate voraciously. There wasn’t much conversation, even between the girls.

After dinner it was Trey’s turn to hit the bong. Brian and Trey sat on the couch facing the tv and fireplace. I sat in a club chair opposite them with the coffee table between us. They passed the bong back and forth a few times and I sat in the chair with one leg over the arm. I was surprised no one said anything about how I was sitting. It was clearly provocative… if not inviting.

No one said anything. The Girls were cleaning up the kitchen, and when they strolled in the acted so put out. Gina fell into my lap and Vicki squeezed over on the couch with Brian and Trey. We were all baked and flipping through channels and making fun of whatever we came across. I knew Gina could feel my semi-boner as she sat on my lap and hugged me.

When she’d laugh her ass would wiggle and make things worse. My eyes and my mind kept flashing over to Vicki, and Trey. Brian was totally out of it, I could see actual drool on his chin. We were having a mellow time for awhile and I kept stealing glances at Vicki, and Trey kept stealing glances of me. I think he knew damn good and well I had a semi. He smiled. He was a good looking guy with a toothbrush commercial smile, I had to give him that.

I was pretty baked too, and Gina seemed to be dozing inbetween funny shit on tv. Trey and Vicki had been chatting, and I had no clue what they were chatting about. I had to piss, so reluctantly I moved Gina to my seat and I don’t think it even woke her up.
When I got back from pissing with a half hardon, I tried to nudge Gina and tell her to go to bed. I couldn’t get that lucky, she too wiped drool and just made herself more comfortable in my chair.
Brian got up without saying a word and closed the door to his bedroom behind him. I watched Trey to see if he was going to dutifully follow this time. He and Vicki were still talking. More like chit chatting. Like girl talk. It WAS girl talk.

They were talking about blowjobs, I realized, when I decided to take the proverbial plunge and sit between them on the couch when Brian vacated.

“Let go of my ears, I know what I’m doing!” Trey nearly shouted as they laughed and giggled. Trey was quite a character, and be damned if he wasn’t a champ at befriending women. In the span of a week he was best girlfriends with my girlfriend and her girlfriend. It was easy to see they adored him, both Gina and Vicki.

He really hadn’t come across to me as a typical gay guy. The ones I’ve known usually act like girls, and that’s not attractive. At least I don’t think so. But sitting on the couch, he sat Indian style. He was very animated when he told stories. I really did feel caught in the crossfire just then and there’s no place I’d rather have been.

Trey on one side, being a cool dude and wanting my cock, and Vicki being her catty, vixen self on the other. I was starting to get boned at the picture of where I was at that moment. My girlfriend was semi-conscious in the chair, a blowjob on the right, and a sweet smelling snatch on the left. I was fully hard by the time I ran across the possibility of me eating Vicki out while Trey sucked my dick.

 

[finsuptx]

Thanks for all the nice replys, I'm glad you enjoy it. I'm sorry if it seems slow or not enough sex just yet... if ur feeling a little frustrated, think how I felt? I always like to get comments or constructive criticism, let me know if you would like me to continue the story...

 

[finsuptx]

I couldn’t tell you what was on the tv, or what Vicki and Trey were talking about. I noticed Gina seemed pretty gone for the moment. I could smell Vicki and it was as intoxicating as the ‘dro. She just simply oozed sex for me. I wanted to make her ooze. I wanted to pull her hair while I fucked her brains out on the couch. Doggystyle. And then again my mind flashed back to Trey’s ass bent over. Every time I thought about fucking Vicki, I thought of that dude’s ass.

I found myself staring at Trey while he talked. Truth be told I was just zoned from smoking out. But I was sort of captivated by him. I watched those eyes dart around as he told his stories, and they gleamed like emerald gems. I watched his mouth as he spoke. It was the weed when I zeroed in on his lips. They were nice, full. This one did not have frog lips. I could just see those lips wrapping around the flared head of my cock. My dick really did ache. I would have fucked a knothole in a pine tree at that moment.

As I watched Trey tell his stories I never heard, I felt Vicki inching closer. I was between them and presumably with me facing away from her and Trey talking towards me, she needed to lean in to hear better. Whatever the excuse, it wasn’t long before I started feeling her radiant heat as her body closed in on mine. I glanced to Gina. There was fresh drool, so that was a good sign.

I felt myself sort of relaxing back, and leaning towards Vicki. Before long we were almost touching. Leaning the way I did, actually, moved my leg higher up on the couch and close to touching Trey’s leg. He was oblivious and seemed to just talk faster and faster and I still had no clue what he was saying.

Finally we touched. It was no accident I had leaned back enough that my shoulder nudged her breast and pressed against it. It was firm and spongy and hot to the touch. I knew there were fires burning inside her right now that were much hotter. I was so caught up in making contact with Vicki I was startled when I made contact with Trey. I reflexively jerked my leg back down and that changed how I was leaning on Vicki. We were touching with more force now, and as he reached down and grabbed my leg and brought it back up to the sofa, I was pretty much in Vicki’s lap.

Trey laughed and said “you don’t have to worry, I don’t bite.” And he lifted my hairy leg in the air and brought my foot to his mouth and bit my fucking toe! Vicki burst into a high-pitched giggle and a snort and a laugh. I quickly jerked my leg away, and I twisted my head to watch Gina waking up and giving me a very quizzical look.

I was busted in my wildest wet dream. I screamed “help! they’re molesting me!” I laughed and played it off. Gina made a sour laugh and said, “get serious babe”. Ouch. And with that we all knew the party was breaking up for good tonight. Gina was crabby and that meant I had to go to bed too, and I knew the consequences if I didn’t. Trey went to bed, and I pulled out the futon in my office for Vicki. Gina was still going thru her bedtime routine and so there was not much chance of anything but steamy glances between me and Vicki. Her “come fuck me” looks were definitely tenting my shorts, so I casually reached down a couple of times and adjusted myself, making sure she saw the visible penis line, and exactly how far it extended. She got an eyeful of what she had a handful of the night before. She loved it, I could tell, and that made me grip it that much harder. I could hear Gina crawling into bed down the hall, so I wasn’t too worried when I reached for Vicki and pulled her into a tight hug. I had to grind my dick on something, and she was right there. And I did grind it into her and she gave as good as she got, pushing back with equal force.

We didn’t kiss, but I ran my lips over her neck and sniffed her hair. Cotton Candy. I got nervous and pushed her away and said goodnight, and closed the door behind me. I was thankful the lights were all out when I came in the bedroom and Gina was already on her back going to sleep. I couldn’t hide the throbbing bone in my shorts. I was to the point if my underwear rubbed the right way three times straight I would cream myself.

It didn’t take as long as I feared to fall asleep, but I had plenty of time to lay there and replay things in my head. I wondered if Vicki could tell what Trey was thinking about me. Could she the lust in his eyes for me that I had for her? How much did Gina see? My mind raced and my dick still throbbed.

I’ve lived with Gina long enough to know certain things about her. She was just cranky today because she drank way too much last nite. And it was no fault of my own I wasn’t going to get laid tonight, again. That’s why I was smart enough to grab a sock and bring it to bed when I got undressed.

I’d done this once or twice before with her asleep or passed out beside me. Laying stretched out on my back, I rubbed the precum around the tip and head and crown of my dick. I didn’t run out of precum, still, by the time the head was slicked up on the glans. My middle finger took over, rubbing the slick surface of the glans. My dick was so painfully hard as I laid there trying to get off without breathing heavy or moaning or shaking the bed and waking Gina.

As my middle finger flicked and glided across my glans my mind flashed back to Vicki’s sultry looks all evening. I remember exactly the shapes and motions Trey’s mouth made when he told his stories. I flicked and rubbed faster, being careful not to shake the bed. Really the only thing moving was my finger and maybe my hand and as the precum kept flowing out, I kept spreading it around, like I wanted so desperately to spread Vicki’s pussy lips. I needed to fuck Vicki by this point, and I knew then I was going to make it happen.
It was the visual of me plowing Vicki doggystyle on the futon in my office that again turned to Trey’s ass shot. That image was burned into my brain by now. I couldn’t get it out of my head. So I let it play out. I watched my dick plunge into Vicki in my fantasy, but it was Trey screaming out “yes, yes, yes”.

My precum was still flowing freely and my finger rubbed the glans faster and faster. My balls sucked up to the point of no return and I stiffened as I circled my thumb and forefinger around my cock just under the crown. I squeezed and barely tugged as I erupted onto the sock. Well, mostly. I just held my breath as it gushed out of the head and I continued to squeeze it out in rhythm to my jets of molten cum. As I came down, and my dick actually deflated I envisioned Vicki’s wicked smile and I was cumming on Trey’s ass.

I shivered in the bed, still with the deathgrip on my heaving cock. I didn’t do the greatest job of positioning the sock, but I wiped around for most of it and tossed it on the floor. It was a sock and it sounded like it hit with a thud. I had soaked it.

And I dreamed of beautiful things to cum when I could actually do something to make my fantasies into reality with either or both Vicki and Trey.

 

[Countryguy63]

Great story! Hot how he flashes between the 2. Keep going

 

[finsuptx]

The next week seemed to fly by. Work was hectic and Gina’s Aunt Flo was in town, so I stuck to my routine of jacking off when I came home for lunch. It was becoming clear to me that Trey was pretty much living here now.
Brian had never even asked me if he could, or if I was alright with it. When I asked Gina about it, she ripped me a new one about being nice to Trey or something, and about how I need to be more accepting of homosexuals. I retreated as fast as I could with the argument, and left it alone.

I didn’t change my routine up, hardly at all, except text messaging with Vicki. That was still a new development. I would still let the dogs out, eat, nap and then pull my slacks down, and beat off to internet porn or stories in my office… with the door open. No one had asked if Trey could “live” there, so I was more than happy to tease him if I could.

I knew he wanted to swing on my dick since the first time he watched me jack off, he had a sizable lump in his shorts when I shot my load. So I was in my office Thursday, watching some hot MILF porn and sexting Vicki, when I sensed Trey milling about in the living room. The dogs gave him away too. I peeked up, trying to be nonchalant to see if he was watching. I gripped my iron-hard dick in one hand, and texted Vicki with the other. He wasn’t standing in the doorway like I’d thought. We were the only ones home, and he knew I jerked it almost every day. If he wanted my cock as much as I thought he did, he would be lurking about.

Trey yelled from near the kitchen to me, “I made brownies, if you want some!”

I wasn’t expecting shouting, and cleared my throat before I said, “thanks man, maybe in a minute.” We both knew what I was doing. I went back to waiting on Vicki’s text and stroking my leaking cock with long, slow slides.
I got caught up in the porn and I was still stroking slowly and feeling fucking fantastic when I saw him in the doorway.

Our eyes locked and my cock lurched in my hand. I need to gulp but couldn’t. I think I even stopped breathing. He stood there in the doorway with his mouth half slack. He returned my gaze and neither of us moved a muscle.

I almost cursed the text when it came, and I instinctively reached for it, breaking our stare and standoff. Vicki had finally sent me pic of her bush. By God she was a blond afterall! It was very closely trimmed that the bush looked more like peach fuzz. Again my throbbing, leaking dick lurched in my other hand as I studied the picture.

Then I realized Trey had begun to slowly but deliberately make his way across the room and around my desk. I really froze then. With my suit slacks around my ankles, my thick seven and a half inch prick in my left hand, and my cellphone with a pic of Vicki’s pussy in my left hand, he stood on my right side, leaned down and checked out the pic I had been so caught up with. I tilted the phone to show him, and he nodded approvingly and sank to his knees…

He didn’t ask, he didn’t say anything, as he spun my chair around and placed his hands on my thigh, shoving my hand off my dick in the process. His face was inches from my crotch and I felt my dick involuntarily lurch again. He was having a brief moment, burning this image into his mind for later use. My dick was slicked up from my own cocksnot and this kid was licking his lips before the feast.

I couldn’t have said a word at that moment if I tried. I simply watched from above as his head went down and his lips found, then kissed, then engulfed my flared cock head. It was one of those times I could feel my own precum stream out of my piss slit. It was such a hot and wet mouth, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt such heat before.

I was already as hard as I ever get, and with Gina’s monthly, all I had gotten for almost two weeks was my own hand. Between Trey and Vicki I had plenty to think about when I beat off, but nothing compared when Trey had the entire length of me down his throat. The boy had no gag reflex!

I was amazed, not even the guy I let blow me in college got my whole dick in his mouth. I felt my oozing head lodged somewhere near his tonsils, so it was no surprise when he breathed through his nostrils and I felt it blow on my bush, I was about to cum, already. I’d never gotten off from a blowjob that didn’t end in me furiously beating my meat to finish off, and here I was about to unload in this guy’s mouth. All I could do was watch. Now it felt like he was intentionally keeping my dick stuffed down his throat to prove something to me. Prove away, but I knew I was on the verge of drowning him at any second.

I finally let out slight, guttural moan and I looked over to the image on my phone again. I was at the threshold of no return when Trey pulled off my dick and it popped out of his mouth. Fuck I almost hurt. My balls were definitely aching and Trey must have noticed, as he tugged my tight sack and massaged my taint, pulling me back from the edge.

I needed to cum so badly. I tossed my phone on the desk, and put my hands on Trey’s head. As he swallowed me half way down again he moaned, and the vibration of his throat on my dick was amazing. I still couldn’t get over how hot and wet his mouth was. How smooth and silky it felt compared to his swirling tongue around my head and glans each time he came up for air.

He sucked with his eyes closed at lot of the time. I realized he had long lashes, almost like a girl’s. I marveled at his full lips gliding along my shaft. I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life and never once do I recall anyone really making love to my dick with their mouth. Not the way Trey was doing it. It was slow and sensual and at the same time, he couldn’t get enough of it. He eagerly lapped up any precum I oozed and mixed in with his own saliva and just kept bobbing.

I noticed he had pulled his dick out as he kneeled between my legs. I couldn’t see much of it from the angle but he was furiously stroking it as he sucked my dick. Little moans of approval from him were finally drowned out by his muffled cries of orgasm. I watched as he pointed his dick at the floor and shot a massive load onto the hardwood floor. .

He never missed a beat sucking me though. If anything, his suction intensified when he came and by the time his last drop hit the floor I erupted in his mouth. I didn’t warn him and he didn’t mind one bit. My thick and steamy load’s first shot went right down his throat, but he made sure he got the next couple of volleys on his tongue. This dude really wanted to taste my cum!

All I could do was grip the arms of my desk chair and heave my chest up and down and try and catch my breath while using every curse word I’d ever heard. It was an explosive orgasm and I was acutely aware that this was the first time I’d ever been swallowed, and I was 25 years old… It was worth the wait.

 

[Countryguy63]

Holy Shit, that was hot. You described the perfect blowjob.

Wow!

Keep Going :biggrin1:

 

[finsuptx]

My dick was still rock hard when I fought to stuff it back into my slacks and put my jacket back on. I was late in getting back to work. I felt like a dickhead rushing out of the house. I said goodbye to Trey from the living room, and I added “thanks!” I still felt like a dickhead. He cheerfully replied, “anytime!”, so I took that to mean he was cool with things. I know I was. It was starting to look like I had my own personal, live-in cocksucker!


I willed myself to think of something else on my short drive back to work, I had to get this boner to go down. Vicki sent me a few bitchy texts screaming that I’d ignored her at lunch, and it wasn’t until it was nearly time to go home I realized I’d never responded to her trimmed beaver pic at all, or the other messages since.


I apologized profusely and told her I got tied up with work all afternoon, which had been the case and I hadn’t been given two seconds to myself since I got back to work. I assured her that when I saw the pic, I nearly came. It was true.


Vicki: “you could have seen it all week long if you wanted to”


Me: “How so?” I was puzzled.

“check your webcam when you get home.” She replied.


I was already leaving work when she texted me that, and
I raced home. She didn’t respond when I asked her what she meant. When I got home, Trey was cooking dinner I guess, I heard him in the kitchen and smelled something rich and saucy. I honestly didn’t care, I needed to know what was on my webcam.


I found it immediately, and I couldn’t believe I’d missed it all week long. I opened the file and the video started, and it was a beautiful shot of the trimmed muff I’d gotten the picture of earlier. It was sitting in the chair I was now sitting in. Long and soft fingers with long, whore red nails rubbed in a circular motion around the lips. I gulped. She dipped a finger in and I moaned.


She rubbed and diddled and fiddled and she was way more than moist. This had to be filmed right after we had our little grind session last weekend. On the video she started to rub her clit in earnest and my dick was throbbing in time to my heartbeat, which incidentally, was pounding in my ears. I was going to hyperventilate.


Shit like this just never happens to me! I’ve had my share of fun with sex since I was 14, but lately it felt like I was being rewarded for some good deed. I had just today, gotten THE hottest fucking blow job I’d ever had, and I had this sexy vixen craving my cock too. I also had an amazing girlfriend that I really loved.


Maybe rewarded wasn’t the word. Maybe it was punishment, because all of this piled on me at once was like pure torture. My dick flexed when the video stopped playing, and I realized, reward or torture, I was enjoying every moment of it. It was really all inconceivable to me, as I replayed the video of a woman I need to taste, and lick, and grudge fuck. I’d only cheated on Gina once, and that with an ex girlfriend right when Gina and I first got together. You know, Yo-Yo sex with the ex…


This was all amazingly hot, flirting and sexting and teasing Vicki while she taunted me, but I wasn’t sure I could go through with fucking Vicki simply because she was Gina’s friend. The video ended again as my guilt started to seep in.


I texted Vicki back, “foul temptress!”


Vicki: “You want me, don’t ya?”


Me: “Almost as bad as you want me”


Vicki: “When do I get a video from you?”


Me: “You are good with my cam, so I guess, when you come make one.” She probably thought it was cheesy, and it was, but a hot idea at the same time, and we were starting to become brutally honest in our sexting.


Vicki: You gonna fuck me with your big dick?”


Me: “LOL, its not big.”


Vicki: “I know when a guy is big or not. U R BIG.”


Me: “If u say so”


Vicki: “mmmhmm”


I took my time to reply to her, as I walked the dogs before Gina got home. I must have waited too long because she sent another text before long, “Did you cum at lunch?”


I really did laugh out loud when I read that, I replied, “Yup! ;-)”


Vicki: “good boy”


Me: “It was awesome ;-)”


That’s when Gina called, and said she had to go over to her sister’s house for some dumb shit or other, I wasn’t listening. All this meant was Gina was not coming home tonight. Her sister’s house was a good hour away and she said she’d probably just stay there and deal with the drama and come home in the morning before work.


Me: “What are you doing now?”


Vicki: “On my way home”


Me: “Gina went to her sisters tonight”


Vicki: “Oh?”


Me: “Yup. Just me and the gays”


Vicki: “That’s Hot”


Me: “LOL”

 

[finsuptx]

When I got back from walking the dogs, there was still no sign of Brian and I hadn’t come face to face with Trey since he was face to dick with me at lunch. When we ran into each other in the kitchen we both kept our distance. “Brian is working late again.”


“That’s funny, Gina went to her sister’s house tonight.” I let him know. I saw a sheepish smile begin to form on his face as he turned around and went back to cooking. I had to get out of this suit, it was getting humid in here.


At dinner it was just Trey and I, and he’d cooked for four. He was an amazing cook, at twenty years old. I devoured mine wishing I could somehow get Vicki here tonight and fuck her brains out. I know my dick was thick and plump as we ate. Trey avoided making eye contact really, and we didn’t have anything in common that I knew of to talk about, except my dick, and I wasn’t sure how to start that conversation.


I finished up my plate with hums and groans of absolute admiration for the food. He chuckled as I totally blew it out of proportion and made just a big deal about it. “Amazing!” I assured him.


I noticed his lashes again as he batted them and smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it”


“Very much, and thank you.” I meant it, and I knew he understood the double entendre.


“My pleasure, anytime!” He said cheerfully. He understood.


“Any time?” I asked helping clear the table and stack dishes in the sink. He was right behind me as I slid out of his way to the sink.


“Just let me know!” I could tell he meant it.


I stood in the kitchen, and my tent was very visible in my shorts, as was his. It damn near hung half way down his leg. It was like a kickstand or something on his small frame. But he had a tight, compact, but muscled frame. Not overly muscled, but toned enough to have a nice six pack without his shirt on.


I could see what was about to happen, and if Vicki couldn’t be here, I could re-live some of that awesome head from Trey. He knew it too, the lust in his eyes told me so. I went into the living room and suggested he bring out the bong for an after dinner smoke. He giggled as he ran to his room and brought it back out.


I watched as he loaded the bong. Even under his tshirt I could see his smooth muscles move. I reminded myself I was going to have to take time to see if his chin pubes tickled, I really hadn’t noticed earlier at lunch.


He handed me the fresh bong, and I watched as he adjusted his bulge in his shorts. My own dick was snaking down the left leg of my shorts, and if I was as big as Vicki thought, the head might have peeked out. There were no pretenses now. We hadn’t even lit the bong yet and his eyes were glazed over with lust. I knew he couldn’t believe our luck either, because as badly as I needed my dick sucked just now, he wanted it just that much more.


He openly gawked at me while I fired up the bong, and I did little things to try and taunt him. I knew for instance that when I flexed my biceps when I struck the lighter and inhaled, he noticed and appreciated the subtle movements.


I handed him the bong and tossed him the lighter. He took a huge hit and just held it. I leaned back and just enjoyed the beginnings of a very good buzz. I rubbed my hand across my abs under my shirt as seductively as I could, knowing he was watching. It turned me on to tease him like this, but I also just really needed to cum now.


He’d just taken the one hit and he leaned back and I was just plain impressed with the fucking lump in his shorts. I wasn’t sure but it looked like it was throbbing like mine was. I just wanted a blow job, I wasn’t gay or anything. I can get a blow job from a dude and it doesn’t make ME gay.


I was slipping into a good zone off the smoke when the knock came at the door. Trey had set the bong aside after I said I was good for now, and seemed like his next movement was coming over to sit beside me on the couch. My heart skipped ten beats when the knock came. I wasn’t expecting anyone. As Trey’s motions to come sit next to me turned into him going to answer the door, I knew who it had to be.