I sat down next to Brandon on the couch and said, ‘Tyler told me that he thinks you’re quite the good-looking guy.’
Brandon nodded, never taking his eyes off the football game on TV, which was going into a third straight timeout. ‘Dude’s right.’
I tried again. ‘I mean, he thinks you’ve got a hot body. You’re a hunk in his eyes.’ I looked at Brandon shyly, hopefully.
‘He’s got a good eye, babe,’ he responded, after cursing out his team’s coach for opting to punt. ‘Free weights are the way to go. None of that isometric shit.’ He chugged his beer and munched some more pork rinds.
I shook my head. Brandon’s a great boyfriend, in the physical sense – big and tanned and muscular, with short, blond hair, crystal-clear blue eyes, and an incredible eight-inch cock that can fill my pussy to the g-spot – but he isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, by any means.
I tucked my hair in behind my ears and leaned closer so he could feel my soft, warm body against his. And just to ensure myself his football-saturated attention, I slid my hot little hand over the top of the ever-ready bulge in his jeans. ‘I think that Tyler’s attracted to you,’ I said, raising my eyebrows to encourage understanding.
He slowly peeled his eyes off the TV screen and looked at my hand, my face, my eyebrows, and then grabbed me by the shoulders and mashed his mouth up against mine. His thick tongue ploughed through my lips and into my tongue.
I struggled to push him off. ‘Did you hear what I said?’
He licked his plush lips. ‘Yeah, babe. Sure I did. You’re attracted to me. Tell me something I don’t know.’ He played with my tits through the thin fabric of my halter top.
‘No! I said that Tyler is attracted to you!’
He softly pinched my aroused nipples, then held onto them, comprehension beginning to dawn slowly on his handsome face. ‘Huh?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ I said quickly. ‘I always thought that Tyler was straight, too. But lately he says that he’s become attracted to men – men like you, Brandon.’
Brandon shrugged. ‘Dude’s got good taste,’ he said, then unlatched my nipples and turned back to the football game, which was stalled at the two minute warning.
I rubbed the big guy’s cock. ‘Are you interested in Tyler at all?’ I asked gently.
He looked at me when the game went into the commercials, and cupped my tits, his cock hardening under my expert stroking. He bent his head and licked at my jutting nipples, quickly soaking the front of my top with his heavy tongue until my buds poked out at the wet material, straining to get free, and the humidity factor in my pussy climbed off the chart. ‘You wanna three-way with this Tyler guy? That it?’ he asked.
I stared at him, surprised. ‘Uh, yeah. I mean, maybe ... if you want to. How did you know?’
He sucked my nipples for a while longer, his hot, hungry mouth setting me on fire. Then the football game came back on and he ended his boob game. ‘Babe, c’mon! You told me a three-way was one of your fantasies – ‘bout six months ago,’ he said. ‘Remember? When I was shaving your pussy? Personally, I’d prefer another chick, but it’s your fantasy, so what the fuck. Maybe next time it’ll be my fantasy.’
I nodded. Like I said, not the sharpest knife, but he could really cut to the point with his razor-sharp memory when he wanted to.
The next night, Brandon invited Tyler over to our apartment on the pretext that he needed help decorating the place for my 20th birthday party. Our plan – my plan – was that Brandon would seduce the sexually-confused Tyler in our bedroom while I watched the gaiety unfold from a closet door left slightly ajar, and then I’d join in as the icing on the sexual cake.
Brandon wasn’t bi by nature, but he was the kind of stud who would plug his dick into anything tight, if it would get him off. All the better, he said, if it would please me at the same time, which it would; I’d always had a fantasy about watching two hard-bodied, big-cocked guys go at it. After all, why watch a man and a woman doing the nasty, when you can watch two men, right?
So, when Brandon and Tyler finally sauntered into the bedroom, I was already wet and wild with desire. My naked body coursed with anticipatory electricity as I watched the two men sit down on the bed. Tyler is smaller and paler than Brandon, but just as strongly-built, with deep, brown eyes, shoulder-length black hair, and an outline in the crotch of his jeans that surely could deliver what it promised.
‘Anyways,’ Brandon was saying, ‘Heather told me you’re attracted to me. Gotta say I’m flattered, dude, although I didn’t even know you were gay.’
Tyler blushed and looked away. ‘I … I’m not sure I am,’ he stammered. ‘I mean, I’ve had lots of girlfriends, you know, but ... well, I’ve been looking at some gay porn on the internet, and ... well, it’s been turning me on, you know?’
Brandon scrunched up his face in an effort to look sympathetic, reflective even. Then he said, ‘Sure, dude,’ and draped his arm over Tyler’s wide shoulders in a gesture as wooden as his acting.
‘You mean you … you’re interested in me ... that way?’ Tyler asked, his face brightening.
Brandon grinned like a used car salesman meeting an all-day sucker, flashing his strong, even white teeth, sealing the deal. ‘Hey, man, I’m into anything and everything that gets me off, right?’ And with that romantic patter out of the way, he kissed Tyler square on the lips.
I gasped and cupped my left tit with one hand and squeezed, my other hand already occupied rubbing my swollen clit. This was it. Showtime!
Brandon placed his hand alongside Tyler’s face and started kissing him more and more urgently, until he was grinding his lips into Tyler’s red, full-bodied mouth. Tyler was initially taken aback by the strength of Brandon’s ardour, but he quickly responded in kind, resting his hand on Brandon’s muscled thigh and sticking his tongue into Brandon’s open mouth. The two super-hunks frenched each other fiercely, as I frigged my pussy faster and faster. What a beautiful, natural sight, I thought – two guys swirling their thick, glistening, pink tongues together – if only they’d get rid of their clothes.
As if by telepathic projection, the two he-men began shedding their shoes and socks and jeans and shirts, and, finally, their shorts. Their inhibitions were already discarded on the floor somewhere, forgotten. When they were both sans clothing, the two Adonises stood facing each other, nude and lewd and loaded with ‘tude. Tyler’s thick, muscular body was an ivory contrast to Brandon’s rippling bronze physique, and the package that Tyler normally hid in his denim turned out to be a handsome, nine-inch cock. I’d never seen such an awesome specimen – in person, at least.
Brandon let out a wolf-whistle. ‘Wow! You’re packing some serious wood there, dude.’
Tyler smiled. ‘It’s all yours, if you want it.’
‘Daddy wants,’ Brandon responded, and grabbed Tyler’s monster cock and started stroking. The two well-hung men kissed some more, their tongues slapping against one another, while Brandon eagerly polished Tyler’s rigid pole and Tyler tentatively gripped Brandon’s heavy rod.
I jammed three of my fingers into my molten pussy and started pumping when Brandon dropped to his knees in front of Tyler’s ultra-long cock. And I vigorously kneaded my tit and rolled my nipple when Brandon grabbed the giant dick at its base and flicked his tongue across its mushroomed head.
‘Yeah, Brandon,’ Tyler groaned, ‘suck my cock.’
‘You got it, dude,’ Brandon replied matter-of-factly. He slapped his tongue across Tyler’s slit, then balanced the man’s straining, arrow-straight cock on the end of his tongue and bounced it up and down.
After thoroughly tongue-lashing Tyler’s cockhead with his slimy pleasure tool, Brandon closed his lips over the puffy purple hood and started sucking. Tyler’s knees buckled as he felt a man sucking his cock for presumably the very first time. More than one fantasy was flowering to reality in that bedroom right then. ‘God, that feels good, Brandon,’ Tyler moaned, playing with his thick, pink nipples as Brandon mouthed his cocktop.
Brandon sucked long and hard on Tyler’s hood, playfully popping it in and out of his mouth until it glistened with hot saliva. Then the full-grown boy-toy licked up and down Tyler’s long, hard shaft, painting Tyler’s raging erection with his spit, slobbering all over the man’s pulsating meat – up and down, up and down. He only stopped tongue-buffing Tyler’s cock when he jammed his nose into Tyler’s balls, used his tongue to lick at the groaning man’s heavy, furry testicles.
Tyler staggered back a couple of steps as the sheer sexual intensity of Brandon’s balling, of the whole oppressively erotic situation, hit him like a ton of bricks. Brandon hung on to Tyler’s cock, however, and scooched forward and sucked on one ball and then the other, then cravenly sucked Tyler’s entire sac into his mouth and tugged on it. He stared up at Tyler, his mouth full of man-sac, and Tyler’s body trembled with joy.
Brandon could obviously sense that Tyler was already close to orgasm, as I was, because he disgorged the guy’s tremendous balls, let him settle down a bit, and then went back to work on his mammoth cock. He gobbled down as much of Tyler’s incredible length as he could, then bobbed his head up and down, sucking on the swollen tool, slowly, slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster.
‘Fuck, yeah!’ Tyler cried, desperately gripping Brandon’s pumping blond head. He churned his hips in rhythm to Brandon’s cock-sucking, jamming his member as far into Brandon’s stretched-out mouth and throat as he could. ‘I’m gonna come!’ he screamed all too soon, his cock crammed to the balls inside my guy’s talented mouth.
Brandon quickly pulled Tyler’s soaking wet meat out of his throat, and picked up with his hand where his mouth had left off, winking at me to let me know that I was going to see the whole show – money-shot and all. My smouldering snatch caught fire as my fingers blurred, and a huge orgasm welled up inside my cunt. And just as I was finger-fucking myself to boy-boy-inspired ecstasy Tyler’s huge cock erupted with an orgasm of his own.
‘Jesus!’ he shrieked, as Brandon buffed the guy’s enraged cock with his hand. White-hot come rocketed out of the tip of Tyler’s gorgeous dick and splashed onto Brandon’s face, into his open mouth.
Brandon jerked thick, steaming ropes of semen out of Tyler’s cock and onto his tongue, all over his face, as Tyler and I were ravaged by blistering orgasms. Brandon’s face was soon coated with Tyler’s sticky, white goo, but he kept right on pulling on the man-lover’s spurting cock, anxious for more. Brandon milked and milked Tyler’s cock, until, finally, Tyler’s body convulsed a final time and his cock spurted a last dollop of come onto Brandon’s outstretched tongue. Brandon took the spent cock into his mouth and sucked on it, as Tyler groaned and stroked Brandon’s hair.
Multiple orgasms had torn me apart as I’d watched Tyler face-paint my boyfriend with semen, but I still stumbled out of the closet, weak as a kitten, revealing myself and my need for yet further sexual adventure.
‘Hi ... Heather,’ Tyler gasped, catching his breath, seemingly not at all surprised to see me or my nudity.
‘Hi, babe,’ Brandon chimed in, standing up and grabbing me in his arms and kissing me, the taste of Tyler’s come still thick on his lips and tongue. ‘I got an idea how you guys can get me off, now,’ he said.
Tyler grinned and nodded. ‘I think I’ve got the same idea.’ He reached under the bed and pulled out a strap-on that I’d never seen before. ‘Think it’ll fit Heather?’ he asked Brandon.
‘Hey, dude, the question is, will it fit me? Right, babe?’
I smiled up at him, realising that I’d been had, bad. Brandon had obviously pre-planned his “seduction” of Tyler, with Tyler, well in advance. I wasn’t complaining, though. Far from it. Instead, I snatched the strap-on out of Tyler’s hands and quickly fastened it around my hips and over my cunt. The flesh-coloured imitation cock was almost as long and thick as Tyler’s cock, and I waved it threateningly at Brandon. ‘Let’s see if you can take what momma can dish out, big boy.’
Brandon laughed and jumped on the bed and assumed the doggy-position, sticking his hard, round, sun-burnished arse in the air and wiggling it, daring me to shove my faux-cock inside him. He and Tyler had obviously rehearsed their positioning ahead of time (which led me to briefly, and enviously, wonder just how much ‘rehearsing’ they’d been doing together), because Tyler climbed onto the bed, rolled onto his back, and slid his head in between Brandon’s muscled legs. The lusty men quickly began sixty-nining each other as I gaped in astonishment.
‘If you wanna stay, you gotta play, babe,’ Brandon said to me, sucking and stroking his cocky friend to a second incredible hardness.
‘Yeah, come join the party, Heather,’ Tyler said in a muffled voice. He smacked Brandon’s studly cock against his lips, then sucked it into his mouth and got a good, steady, wet rhythm going. His cheeks billowed in and out with the effort, and Brandon groaned.
It was about time I got in on the act. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself such that my plastic man was pointing straight at the pink entrance to Brandon’s beautiful bum. He stopped blowing his fellow cocksman for a second, and reached back and spread his arse cheeks, inviting me to penetrate his pucker.
I glanced uncertainly from my humungous, veined cock, to Brandon’s tiny, tight starfish. Then I shrugged my shoulders, slickened my artificial hard-on with spit, and pressed the size large head up against Brandon’s size small opening.
‘Fuck me, babe,’ he grunted. ‘Fuck me in the arse with your big cock.’
I never thought I’d hear a plea like that from any boyfriend of mine, but his words drove me crazy, and I pushed my hips forward until the swollen head of my cock penetrated his arsehole. I began to sink inside him as he moaned encouragement, his own cock now buried almost to the balls inside Tyler’s mouth. I recklessly pushed ahead and my cock plunged deeper into his arse, until, in a matter of tense, erotically-charged seconds, I had my entire waist-mounted dildo stuffed inside of that boy’s golden arse.
‘Yeah,’ he groaned, getting it from both ends. He tried to gobble up Tyler’s cock, like he had before, but my thrusting hips smacked against his bum faster and faster, jolting his body, making cock-sucking all but impossible. So, instead, he polished Tyler’s prick with his hand.
I grabbed onto Brandon’s narrow waist and churned my hips, sliding my cock back and forth in his arse ever faster and more boldly, until I was banging his pretty petoot like a drum, splitting him in two with my big-headed battering ram. His taut butt cheeks trembled with glee each time I pounded his bunghole with my cock, rippled joyously to the beat of my frenzied anal plunging.
And as I was butt-fucking Brandon, Tyler kept right on sucking him off, craning his neck so he could gulp down as much of Brandon’s glistening cock as he could, the breath whistling out of his flared nostrils as he mouth-stroked Brandon’s meat. Brandon could only hang his head and arch his arse in dizzy disbelief, as he got pumped from the rear and sucked from the front.
‘Oh, man, I’m gonna come,’ he breathed. ‘Babe and dude, I’m gonna come!’
I hung on tight to his sweat-slick hips and hammered away at his arse, my pussy blazing with the friction of the butt-pounding I was giving my guy. My tits jounced up and down as I plundered the stud’s anus, my joy-toy diving deep inside his sun-kissed arse.
‘I’m coming!’ Brandon yelled, and his body spasmed over and over in the throes of all-out ecstasy.
If he thought that his warning was going to make Tyler disgorge his spurting cock, he was thankfully mistaken. Tyler kept Brandon’s dick firmly locked between his lips, buried in his throat, as Brandon sprayed load after load of super-heated jizz into Tyler’s mouth. Brandon’s big, sweat-sheened body jerked in ecstasy each time he blasted another wad of semen up against Tyler’s tonsils.
‘Fuck almighty!’ Brandon hollered, as I plugged his arse and Tyler drained his cock.
When Brandon’s heaving, brown body was at last still, I slid my cock out of his violated bum and slapped it up against his twitching arse cheeks. Tyler hand-jerked himself a few final drops of salty goo from Brandon’s slick, softening meat, and captured them on his tongue.
Brandon lifted his head and looked at me. ‘Hey, babe,’ he gasped, ‘let us know if you have any more fantasies. Maybe Tyler and I can help with them, too.’
I did, and they did.