Ever fantasized about your boyfriend or husband having sex with another man, or each other – while you watch? I have, repeatedly. After all, what’s more exciting than seeing a beautiful man make love? Seeing two of them make love, to one another, of course; for the same, simple reason that men can’t get enough of two gorgeous girls getting it on. And what’s good for the gander, is good for the goose, in my humble opinion. My sexual fantasies are chock full of hunky, naked men cavorting together, with one of those heated fantasies going a little something like this:
I sit down next to Brandon on the couch and say, “Tyler told me that he thinks you’re quite the good-looking guy.”
Brandon nods, never taking his eyes off the football match on the telly. “Guy’s right.”
I try again. “I mean, he thinks you’ve got a hot body. You’re a hunk in his eyes.” I look at Brandon shyly, hopefully.
“He’s got a keen eye, babe,” he responds, after cursing out his team’s coach for putting on a substitute. “Free weights are the way to go. None of that isometric shit.” He chugs his beer and munches some more pork rinds.
I shake 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 tuck my hair in behind my ears and lean closer – so he can feel my soft, warm body against his. And, just to ensure myself his football-saturated attention, I slide my hot little hand over the top of the ever-ready bulge in his jeans. “I think that Tyler’s attracted to you,” I say, raising my eyebrows to encourage understanding.
He slowly peels his eyes off the TV screen and looks at my hand, my face, my eyebrows, and then grabs me by the shoulders and mashes his gob against mine. His thick tongue ploughs through my lips and into my tongue.
I struggle to push him off. “Did you hear what I said!?”
He licks his plush lips. “Yeah, babe. Sure I did. You’re attracted to me. Tell me something I don’t know.” He plays with my tits through the thin fabric of my halter top.
“No! I said that Tyler is attracted to you!”
He softly pinches my aroused nipples, then holds onto them, comprehension beginning to dawn slowly on his handsome face. “Huh?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say 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 shrugs. “Guy’s got good taste,” he says, then unlatches my nips and turns back to the football match, which is stalled with an injury.
I rub the big guy’s cock. “Are you interested in Tyler at all?” I ask gently.
He looks at me when the game goes into half-time and commercials, and cups my tits, his cock hardening under my expert stroking. He bends his head and licks at my jutting nipples, quickly soaking the front of my top with his heavy tongue until my buds poke out at the wet material, straining to get free, and the humidity factor in my pussy climbs off the chart. “You wanna three-way with this Tyler guy? That it?” he asks.
I stare at him, surprised. “Uh, yeah. I mean, maybe . . . if you want to. How did you know?”
He sucks my nipples for a while longer, his hot, hungry mouth setting me on fire. Then the football match comes back on and he ends his boob play. “Babe, c’mon! You told me a three-way was one of your fantasies – ‘bout six months ago,” he says. “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 nod. Like I said, not the sharpest knife, but he can really cut to the point with his razor-sharp memory when he wants to.
The next night, Brandon invites Tyler over to our apartment on the pretext that he needs some help decorating the place for my twentieth birthday party. Our plan – my plan – is that Brandon will seduce the sexually confused Tyler in our bedroom while I watch the gaiety unfold from a closet door left slightly ajar, and then join in as the icing on the sexual cake. Brandon isn’t bi by nature, but he’s the kind of stud who’d plug his dick into anything tight, if it’d get him off. All the better, he says, if it pleases me at the same time, which it will.
So, when Brandon and Tyler finally saunter into the bedroom, I’m already wet and wild with desire. My naked body courses with anticipatory electricity as I watch 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 can deliver what it promises.
“Anyways,” Brandon says, “Heather told me you’re attracted to me. Gotta say I’m flattered, mate, although I didn’t even know you were gay.”
Tyler blushes and looks away. “I – I’m not sure I am,” he stammers. “I mean, I’ve had plenty 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 scrunches up his face in an effort to look sympathetic, reflective even. Then he says, “Sure, mate,” and drapes 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 asks, his face brightening.
Brandon grins 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 kisses Tyler square on the lips.
I gasp and cup my left tit with one hand and squeeze, my other hand already occupied rubbing my swollen clit. This is it. Showtime!
Brandon places his hand alongside Tyler’s face and starts kissing him more and more urgently, until he’s grinding his lips into Tyler’s red, full-bodied mouth. Tyler is initially taken aback by the strength of Brandon’s ardour, but he quickly responds in kind, resting his hand on Brandon’s muscled thigh and sticking his tongue into Brandon’s open mouth. The two super-hunks French each other fiercely, as I frig my pussy faster and faster. What a beautiful, natural sight, I think to myself – 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 begin shedding their shoes and socks and jeans and shirts, and, finally, their shorts. Their inhibitions are already discarded on the floor somewhere, forgotten. When they are both sans clothing, the two Adonis’s stand facing each other, nude and lewd and loaded with ’tude. Tyler’s thick, muscular body is an ivory contrast to Brandon’s rippling, bronze physique, and the package that Tyler normally hides in his denim turns out to be a handsome, nine-inch cock. I’ve never seen such an awesome specimen – in person, at least.
Brandon lets out a wolf-whistle. “Wow! You’re packing some serious wood there, mate.”
Tyler smiles. “It’s all yours, if you want it.”
“Daddy wants,” Brandon responds, and grabs Tyler’s monster cock and starts stroking. The two well-hung men kiss some more, their tongues slapping against one another, while Brandon eagerly polishes Tyler’s rigid pole and Tyler tentatively grips Brandon’s heavy rod.
I jam three of my fingers into my molten pussy and start pumping when Brandon drops to his knees in front of Tyler’s ultra-long cock. And I vigorously knead my tit and roll my nipple when Brandon grabs the giant dick at its base and flicks his tongue across its mushroomed head.
“Yeah, Brandon,” Tyler groans, “suck my cock.”
“You got it, mate,” Brandon replies matter-of-factly. He slaps his tongue across Tyler’s slit, then balances the man’s straining, arrow-straight cock on the end of his tongue and bounces it up and down.
After thoroughly tongue-lashing Tyler’s cockhead with his slimy pleasure tool, Brandon closes his lips over the puffy purple hood and starts sucking. Tyler’s knees buckle as he feels a man sucking his cock for presumably the very first time. More than one fantasy is flowering to reality in that bedroom right now. “God, that feels good, Brandon,” Tyler moans, playing with his thick, pink nipples as Brandon mouths his cock-top.
Brandon sucks long and hard on Tyler’s hood, playfully popping it in and out of his mouth until it glistens with hot saliva. Then the full-grown boy-toy licks 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 stops tongue-buffing Tyler’s cock when he jams his nose into Tyler’s balls, uses his tongue to lick at the groaning man’s heavy, furry testicles.
Tyler staggers back a couple of steps as the sheer sexual intensity of Brandon’s balling, of the whole oppressively erotic situation, hits him like a ton of bricks. Brandon hangs onto Tyler’s cock, however, and scooches forward and sucks on one ball and then the other, then cravenly sucks Tyler’s entire sack into his mouth and tugs on it. He stares up at Tyler, his mouth full of man-sack, and Tyler’s body trembles with joy.
Brandon can obviously sense that Tyler is already close to orgasm, as I am, because he disgorges the guy’s tremendous balls, lets him settle down a bit, and then goes back to work on his mammoth cock. He gobbles down as much of Tyler’s incredible length as he can, then bobs his head up and down, sucking on the swollen tool, slowly, slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster.
“Fuck, yeah!” Tyler cries out, desperately gripping Brandon’s pumping blond head. He churns his hips in rhythm to Brandon’s cock-sucking, jamming his member as far into Brandon’s stretched-out mouth and throat as he can. “I’m gonna come!” he screams all too soon, his cock crammed to the balls inside my guy’s talented mouth.
Brandon quickly pulls Tyler’s soaking wet meat out of his throat, and picks up with his hand where his mouth left off, winking at me to let me know that I’m going to see the whole show – money-shot and all. My smouldering snatch catches fire as my fingers blur, and a huge orgasm wells up inside my cunt. And just as I’m finger-fucking myself to boy-boy-inspired ecstasy, Tyler’s huge cock erupts with an orgasm of his own.
“Jesus!” he shrieks, as Brandon buffs the guy’s enraged cock with his hand. White-hot come rockets out of the tip of Tyler’s gorgeous dick and splashes onto Brandon’s face, into his open mouth.
Brandon jerks thick, steaming ropes of semen out of Tyler’s cock and onto his tongue, all over his face, as Tyler and I are ravaged by blistering orgasms. Brandon’s face is soon coated with Tyler’s sticky, white goo, but he keeps right on pulling on the man-lover’s spurting cock, anxious for more. Brandon milks and milks Tyler’s cock, until, finally, Tyler’s body convulses one final time and his cock spurts a last dollop of come onto Brandon’s outstretched tongue. Brandon takes the spent cock into his mouth and sucks on it, as Tyler groans and strokes Brandon’s hair.
Multiple orgasms have torn me apart as I watched Tyler face-paint my boyfriend with semen, but I still stumble out of the closet, weak as a kitten, and reveal myself and my need for yet further sexual adventure.
“Hi . . . Heather,” Tyler gasps, catching his breath, seemingly not at all surprised to see me or my nudity.
“Hi, babe,” Brandon chimes 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 says.
Tyler grins and nods. “I think I’ve got the same idea.” He reaches under the bed and pulls out a strap-on that I’ve never seen before. “Think it’ll fit Heather?” he asks Brandon.
“Mate, the question is: will it fit me? Right, babe?”
I smile up at him, realizing that I’ve been had, bad. Brandon has obviously pre-planned his “seduction” of Tyler, with Tyler, well in advance. I’m not complaining, though. Far from it. Instead, I snatch the strap-on out of Tyler’s hands and quickly fasten it around my hips and over my cunt. The flesh-coloured imitation cock is almost as long and thick as Tyler’s cock, and I wave it threateningly at Brandon. “Let’s see if you can take what momma can dish out, big boy.”
Brandon laughs and jumps on the bed and assumes the doggy-position, sticking his hard, round, sun-burnished arse in the air and wiggling it, daring me to shove my faux-cock inside of him. He and Tyler have obviously rehearsed their positioning ahead of time (which leads me to briefly, and enviously, wonder just how much “rehearsing” they’ve been doing together), because Tyler climbs onto the bed, rolls onto his back, and slides his head in between Brandon’s muscled legs. The lusty men quickly begin sixty-nining each other as I gape in astonishment.
“If you wanna stay, you gotta play, babe,” Brandon says to me, sucking and stroking his cocky friend to a second incredible hardness.
“Yeah, come join the party, Heather,” Tyler says in a muffled voice. He smacks Brandon’s studly cock against his lips, then sucks it into his mouth and gets a good, steady, wet rhythm going. His cheeks billow in and out with the effort, and Brandon groans.
It’s about time I get into the act. I climb onto the bed and position myself such that my plastic man is pointing straight at the pink entrance to Brandon’s beautiful bum. He stops blowing his fellow cocksman for a second, and reaches back and spreads his arse cheeks, inviting me to penetrate his pucker.
I glance uncertainly from my humungous, veined cock, to Brandon’s tiny, tight starfish. Then I shrug my shoulders, slicken my artificial hard-on with spit, and press the size-large head up against Brandon’s size-small opening.
“Fuck me, babe,” he grunts. “Fuck me in the arse with your big cock.”
I never would’ve thought I’d ever hear a plea like that from any boyfriend of mine, but his words drive me crazy, and I push my hips forward until the swollen head of my cock penetrates his arsehole. I begin to sink inside him as he moans encouragement, his own cock now buried almost to the balls inside Tyler’s mouth. I recklessly push ahead and my cock plunges deeper into his arse, until, in a matter of tense, erotically charged seconds, I have my entire waist-mounted dildo stuffed inside of that boy’s golden arse.
“Yeah,” he groans, getting it from both ends. He tries to gobble up Tyler’s cock, like he did before, but my thrusting hips smack against his bum faster and faster, jolting his body, making cock-sucking all but impossible. So, instead, he polishes Tyler’s prick with his hand.
I grab onto Brandon’s narrow waist and churn my hips, sliding my cock back and forth in his arse ever faster and more boldly, until I’m banging his pretty petoot like a drum, splitting him in two with my big-headed battering ram. His taut butt cheeks tremble with glee each and every time that I pound his bunghole with my cock, ripple joyously to the beat of my frenzied anal plunging.
And as I’m butt-fucking Brandon, Tyler keeps right on sucking him off, craning his neck so that he can gulp down as much of Brandon’s glistening cock as he can, the breath whistling out of his flared nostrils as he mouth-strokes Brandon’s meat. Brandon can only hang his head and arch his arse in dizzy disbelief, as he gets pumped from the rear and sucked from the front.
“Oh, man, I’m gonna come,” he whimpers. “Babe and mate, I’m gonna come!”
I hang on tight to his sweat-slick hips and hammer away at his arse, my pussy blazing with the friction of the butt-pounding I’m giving my guy. My tits jounce up and down as I relentlessly plunder the stud’s anus, my joy-toy diving deep inside his sun-kissed arse.
“I’m coming!” Brandon yells, and then his body spasms over and over in the throes of all-out ecstasy.
If he thinks that his warning is going to make Tyler disgorge his spurting cock, he’s thankfully mistaken. Tyler keeps Brandon’s dick firmly locked between his lips, buried in his throat, as Brandon sprays load after load of super-heated jizz into Tyler’s mouth. Brandon’s big, sweat-sheened body jerks in ecstasy each time he blasts another wad of semen up against Tyler’s tonsils.
“Fuck almighty!” Brandon hollers, as I plug his arse and Tyler drains his cock.
When Brandon’s heaving, brown body is at last still, I slowly slide my cock out of his violated bum and slap it up against his twitching arse cheeks. Tyler hand-jerks himself a few final drops of salty goo from Brandon’s slick, softening meat, and captures them on his tongue.
Brandon lifts his head from Tyler’s swollen cock and looks back at me. “Hey, babe,” he gasps, exhausted and exhilarated, “let us know if you have any more fantasies. Maybe Tyler and I can help you with them, too.”
. . . That’s just one of the various hotter-than-hell man-on-man-on-woman fantasies that fill my free time, my idle hands. And there really is a good-looking guy named Tyler, only he’s about as gay as Sean Connery, as is my beau Brandon, so the chances of the two of them ever getting together, let alone with Mr Connery, are just about nil. Thank God for Technicolor dreams and multi-speed vibrators!