CHAPTER FIVE
Jed
That dirty motherfucker. That fucking filthy mofo. I wanted to beat Brian’s ass but granted, what happened between me and Vicky was wrong. The girl is all of eighteen and works for us, the naughty intern that all the dudes at the office want to fuck. Oh yeah, Vicky’s the help at Jones and White, with alleged dreams of becoming a lawyer one day. My ass. That girl’s got a bag of rocks for brains, her smartest move was offering her tits and twat to me after hours to keep her job, that’s what Vicky’s real purpose is.
But still, my dirty interlude with the blonde busted through the wall between Brian and I because he caught us at it. And instead of sucking on those sweet tits or lapping at that tiny snatch, his eyes were all over me and my hard pole. Oh yeah, I know when another dude is interested, and for the last couple months, there have been waves of tension from Brian’s side of the office. I feel his eyes on me sometimes, only to shift away quickly, I can feel the tension in that hard frame, the way his fingers drum restlessly on the conference table, hard body stiff.
The sad part is that dude doesn’t even know he’s projecting like a nuclear explosion. My partner’s fucking miserable with that wife of his, that disgusting viper, and he’s lost sight of the world, thinking the problem is him. But who the fuck cares? You marry the wrong woman, so what? Life’s not over. Shit doesn’t stop. Your body keeps going, your brain keeps going, the sun rises every morning still. Hasn’t he ever heard of divorce? It’s not like it’s a big deal these days, you can break it off as fast as you put a ring on it.
So yeah, Bri’s been humming with energy, throwing looks my way, massive hard-on hidden behind that desk. And who can blame him? Alpha males have needs, we’re well-honed machines that need to be tuned, finessed, and most of all, used. We have sex drives through the roof, banging pussy left and right, doing our best to get our dicks wet at all hours, and poor Brian’s had his castrated, unable to get any satisfaction. So yeah, I’d been sensing repressed energy from the big guy for the last couple months, the hungry looks, how he’d watch me for too long, gaze drifting over my broad chest to take in the bulge wrapped around my waist.
Because my dick’s a big one, hard, thick and strong, the python can do a lot of damage, and I’ve used it well on both men and women. Unlike Brian, I’m totally comfortable with my sexuality, and although publicly I’m hetero, actually I’m totally down with the dudes too. I like a hard, assertive cock, one to wrap my tongue around, to suck deep into my throat. And I like tiny male anuses as well as dick in my butt, the bigger the better. Opportunist? Maybe, but I just call it liking sperm.
So yeah, after the nasty interlude with Brian watching, I fully intended to confront him about it. What better way to bring things out into the open? It’s totally obvious he’s into male-on-male, the semen stains on my office door proved it, the hot bubbly streaming down the varnished wood.
But by the time I got rid of Vicky, Brian was gone, like a fucking disappearing act. I sat back at my desk, contemplating. No worries, let the guy have some time to adjust, he’s always thought of himself as straight and to realize he’s a raging bi can be a shock. I’d give him time to think about it, tomorrow was another day.
But when 9 a.m. rolled around, the alpha still hadn’t made an appearance. What the fuck, that was strange. Brian is a hard worker and lately, he’s been going at it like a slave, at the office all hours to get away from that whore of a wife. So when 10 a.m., and then 11 a.m. rolled past, finally I decided to take action. Jumping into my Lambo, I raced to his mansion, pulling up in the circular driveway. Fuck, this place was nice with an ornate garden and bubbling fountain, the building itself at least three stories high. Too bad Brian was never here to enjoy it, leaving Hannah the spoils of his hard work.
But whatevs, it was his choice. Bounding up the front steps, I banged on the heavy door, calling out, “Yo bro. Yo, anyone home?”
There was no sound, but squinting my eyes, I could see the Maserati parked in the drive in back. So he was here, and raising a fist to pound again, I grunted loudly, “Yo!” Not exactly the most graceful way to make an entrance, but then I’m a straightforward guy, no need to beat around the bush. I was just about to batter down the door when it swung open, Brian looking worse for the wear.
“Hey,” he muttered, not looking me in the eye. “What up?”
It was a little awkward because yeah, he’d caught me having sex and practically admitted he wanted in, gulping my sperm, swallowing my dick whole. But it was hard to say all that in broad daylight and I squinted up at him.
“Yo,” I said again. “What’s up? What digs?”
The big man continued avoiding my eyes, instead running a hand through his ruffled hair. I have to admit, the alpha looked fucking fabulous, even tired and dressed in a rumpled suit. Some dudes just got it, and with Brian’s six four frame and heavily muscled chest, the dude can make anything look good.
“Come in,” was all he said, gesturing to the interior. “Come in.”
I stepped into the gloomy interior. The foyer was massive, with a huge double staircase going to the second level, antiques scattered here and there.
“You wanna put on some lights?” I asked wryly. “Or you guys using candles around here?”
The chandelier overhead flickered on just as I spoke, and Brian came into better view then. Shit, the man is gorgeous, all dark hair and blue eyes, appealingly scruffy with a five o clock shadow. But exhaustion was in his eyes, and I hoped as all fuck that it had to do with me. I hoped he’d been up all night dreaming about my dick, re-living the images of me fucking Vicky, fantasizing about joining into the fray, taking a role in our trio. But no such luck because my law partner scrubbed his face again and came out with it flatly.
“Hannah’s dead.”
What the hell? I definitely didn’t expect that one, that was a curve ball outta nowhere. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no love lost between me and that blonde bitch, but still … dead? That seemed a little extreme. So I took a cautious approach. Maybe he was kooky in the head after the hard sex last night, maybe the image of me with Vicky had been burned into his eyeballs and he wasn’t thinking straight.
“Yo bro, relax,” I said. “Let’s sit,” I said smoothly, gesturing to some chair in the living room. “Drink?”
It was ironic that I was offering him a drink in his own home, but the liquor cabinet was right there, stocked with top shelf goods. So when he nodded, I poured us two shots of vodka each. No sense in holding back.
And Brian threw his back like he was dying of thirst.
“Take it easy, bro,” I grunted, eyebrows raised. “This shit is like fire in your belly, it’ll burn away your stomach lining if you’re not careful.”
He shrugged carelessly, reaching for the second one, and threw that one back like it was water as well. Shit, my partner was worse than I thought, maybe this “death” thing was real after all. So I decided to treat it seriously.
“You wanna tell me about it?” I asked, face impassive. “What happened?”
For the first time, Brian turned to me, fixing me with that blue gaze and looking into my eyes. There was torment there, sure, but also a mix of a dozen other emotions that couldn’t be pinpointed. But the big man shrugged, broad shoulders lifting before dropping with exhaustion.
“Hannah was having an affair with the tennis pro over at the club,” he said woodenly. “They found her nude with him last night.”
I was silent for a moment.
“Cause of death?”
He shrugged.
“Who knows? Probably a heart attack from the hot sex she was having. We clearly weren’t having any,” he snorted.
I schooled my face into a mask because this was a surprise. Brian wasn’t banging that pussy? Granted, I hated Hannah, she’s always been a leech on my man, but still, free cunt’s there to be used and he could always put a bag over her head or something, pretend it wasn’t her. So to hear the alpha hadn’t been having sex with wife threw me for a loop. Had he been banging someone else? Or god forbid, had he been celibate all this time, stroking one out in the shower, morning after morning? Shit, that’s hard, and my own body shuddered, imagining the pain. But this was no time to get into it.
“What are you gonna do?” I asked carefully.
The big man shrugged again.
“I dunno. What can I do?” he said in a monotone, staring at the drink in hand. “Go to the morgue, claim her body, I guess. Tell her parents, her sister, that Hannah’s gone. Try to make sense of the circumstances.”
I squinted for a moment.
“Was she banging Alexis at the club? That dude from Russia with the heavy accent?” I’ve got a membership at Courtside too, and I’m passing familiar with the staff there. The club pros are generally young and good-looking, muscled and athletic although dumb as rocks. They’re not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, if you get what I mean. No, let me rephrase. Some of their professions require written tests, and these guys can’t pass that most times. Imagine. A golf pro being unable to pass a written test about golf. But trust me, it happens, and that about describes the level of intelligence among this crew.
Surprisingly though, it wasn’t Alexis, our local Russian Casanova, nor was it Timmy, the lifeguard who’d just graduated high school with peach fuzz on his cheeks.
“It was Jorge,” growled Brian. “The tennis pro. Hannah’s been taking lessons with him for I dunno … three years? This has probably been going on since before we were married,” he snarled. “Before I put that ring on her finger, before we even got serious.”
I shook my head, appalled. Shit, that fucking sucked. To know that your wife had probably been fucking another man all along was pretty much the worst of the worst, even if she was no prize. So I did the only thing I could think of. I got up and poured him another drink.
“Here,” I rumbled. “Take it.”
But this time, as he reached for the glass, our hands brushed and Brian’s eyes flickered up at me.
“Jed, about last night,” he began.
“Naw buddy, forget it,” I ground out. “There’s been a death in your family, forget it.”
Brian took a deep breath, gazing into the recesses of the hallway while collecting his thoughts.
“The thing is, I didn’t care about Hannah,” he said, quiet and restrained, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t give a fuck about that woman, she’s just someone who lived here, a warm body spending my money. I usually didn’t see her for days on end, we never crossed paths anymore.”
My mouth opened but no words came out, and I merely closed it, giving him space and time.
“I didn’t give a fuck about her,” he said again slowly. “I didn’t care about my wife. I’ve been thinking about other people. About her sister. And about you,” he said, swinging his eyes to meet mine finally, that blue blazing hot, making my skin sizzle. My dick jumped at the opening, going from rubber to steel in two seconds, but there was no sense in giving it away all at once. So instead, I took the casual approach.
“Oh really?” I asked lazily, leaning back. “What’s been on your mind?”
Brian’s head dropped between his shoulders, big frame hunched, confused and defeated.
“Everything. Nothing,” he repeated, staring at his drink again before looking at me again. “I dream about …” his voice trailed off.
My brows arched at him and I gestured for him to go on.
“I dream about fucking my sister in law,” he muttered under his breath, eyes fixed to a point on the rug. “I dream about fucking Hannah’s younger sister Angie, it’s so damn wrong. I dream about hauling that woman back to the house and spreading her legs, drilling that pussy deep. And then,” he took a deep breath, eyes swinging towards me, blazing hotly. “I dream about you doing the same to her. You pounding into that wet, used cunt, our sperm mixing together. Is that fucked-up or what? I’m such a fucking bastard.”
Hell yeah, it was messed up to the nth degree, beyond the dirty, beyond what I’d ever hope for. Because I was on it, absolutely one hundred percent. If the opportunity came, I’d pay through the nose, I’d pay just to be a fly on the wall as Brian rammed some young, virginal nymph, taking her hymen. But there was more to it than that. Brian wanted me in on the picture, and his words made me horny as all get-out, craving more.
“Is that all?” I rumbled smoothly. “So we’d take turns drilling some sweet little nothing? Your dick in, and then my dick in, the little cunt filling with two types of sperm?”
The big man nodded his head slowly.
“Yeah, absolutely,” he said, breathing ragged. “I wanna fuck Hannah’s sister so hard that my dick comes out the roof of her mouth, sperm squelching from all her holes.”
I nodded again.
“And?”
He knew what I was getting at, what I was fishing for.
“And after we fuck her, I want you to …”
I held still, waiting, my body tense like a violin. Oh shit, was he gonna say it? Was he gonna give into his deepest fantasies, do some hot man on man?
And finally, Brian was ready. Maybe it was his wife’s death, maybe it was the tumultuous events of the night, but the alpha was done and he could no longer keep it bottled in. Pure and simple, he was done living a lie, and the truth came barreling like a freight train down the tracks.
“And after we finish with Angie, I want you to do me too,” he rasped harshly, dark streaks of color slashing his cheeks. “I want your dick in my ass, making me forget, making this fucking life feel more real,” he ground out, gesturing to the mansion furiously. “This is such a fucking lie, all this shit,” he practically roared this time.
Ah ha. So the man was operating in some kind of fantasy land, he was so messed up from the circumstances, from the lie he’d been living, that he needed some hard dick in his ass to shake him up, to provide the jolt he craved. Dude, haven’t you heard of cocaine? It’ll do the trick and only costs a couple hundred. But in this case, no need for narcotics because I was only too happy to oblige. Call me an opportunist, but I’m always up for sex and when a gorgeous male presents himself, practically begging me for it, who am I to say no? Like I said, I’m an ass through and through, and it’s gotten me further than I ever thought possible. So I did what came naturally next.
“Brian,” I began silkily. “I’ve known you a long time.”
“I know,” he growled, dropping his head into his hands again, a man in pain. “I know, man, I know.”
“And I’d be happy to indulge, if that’s what you want,” I continued smoothly. “No problem at all. In fact, I think it’ll be good for both of us.”
The big man lifted his head sharply, that deep blue gaze confused and yet lusting for more.
“Both of us?” he parroted slowly. “What do you mean?”
My eyebrows raised, amused.
“I only date women,” I said wryly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t see men.”
My partner’s brow furrowed as he stared at me.
“I’ve never seen you with another man,” his voice came, low, sexy, and aroused. “You’re Jed Walker, dirty motherfucker.”
I nodded carelessly, sipping my drink.
“Sure I am, never said I wasn’t. But there are parts of me you don’t know,” I drawled lazily. “And that includes the parts of me that are bi. I’ve done men before, absolutely, and in some ways, it’s even better.”
Brian shook his head, confused.
“But you’re Jed Walker, dirty fuck.”
“Dude let’s not become some type of repeating cow, okay?” I said lightly. “Like I mentioned, I do dudes too, and in some ways, it’s better and easier. Guys are no drama, the pants are down, the dicks are out, and it’s a good time for all. There are no flowers, no wining and dining, no godawful tantrums. There’s just hard, hot cock and plenty of sperm.”
I waited to see the effects of my words, and sure enough, the streaks across Brian’s cheeks grew even more pronounced, his eyes lighting with internal fire, that frame tensing with repressed energy.
“How many guys?” he growled.
“I don’t keep count,” I said carelessly, “but probably even more guys than women.”
Brian sat back then, disbelief in his eyes.
“Shit, I never knew this about you,” he muttered, appraising me in a whole new way. “Never woulda guessed.”
I shrugged again.
“Everyone’s got secrets, and now that you know mine, all’s fair. So tell me … since when have you wanted men? Since when did this start?”
That threw Brian into a whirlpool again. His eyes grew far away, like he was searching desperately for answers and coming up with nothing.
“I dunno,” he rumbled, confused. “It happened when Hannah started being distant, when we started growing apart. I was horny as fuck with no outlets …”
I interrupted.
“You never thought to use a working girl? A fine piece of flesh for sale? Come on, there are so many postings all over the internet, it never crossed your mind?”
But the man shook his head slowly, fists gripped, eyes a stormy blue.
“Well, at least our local AMP then,” I continued persuasively. “You at least did that to relieve some of the stress.”
His face crinkled, perplexed.
“AMP? What’s that?”
I feigned shock.
“Holy shit bro, you’ve been living under a rock. Asian Massage Parlor? AMP? No one’s ever taken you? I lost my virginity at one when I was fourteen, China Whyte was the cutest thing with the biggest gazongas, not to mention that tiny snatch, perfect size for a man-boy. Shit dude, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
The alpha’s hackles raised then, my law partner shooting an angry glare my way. But I was happy to see it, it proved he was alive with a fire within and not some hapless sack, pussy whipped and beaten down.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.
“No worries, just saying,” I said lightly, both hands raised. “There’s a lotta life you’ve been missing out on, Hannah had you on lockdown while playing you for the fool. I’m sorry to say, but there are a thousand ways to get out there, and now that you’re not technically married anymore, you can get out there and sample some,” I said, leaning back casually.
A pause.
“I might still be married,” he ground out, staring at the floor. “Shit, can you be married to a dead person?”
“Beats me,” I shrugged. “But give it a try. Live a little. What do you have to lose now? Especially knowing what you know.”
Brian stared at the floor again.
“It’s just that …,” he began in a tight whisper.
I waited, nerves singing, body ready. Although on the outside I looked relaxed, it was like I was standing at the edge of a three-story diving board, about to take the plunge into raging waters below. Raging waters that would consume me, that would completely transform my existence, filling my lungs while giving me a new life.
“It’s just that,” he said again, taking a deep breath. “I need you Jed. I fucking need you, when I saw you with Vicky last night,” he shook his head, frustrated and confused. “I needed it so bad. I needed your dick in me, not in that hot puss. I needed it deep in my ass, making me feel real.”
I leaned back again.
“Well, I’m here now,” I drawled. “You wanna give it a go? Better now than never.”
Brian’s head jerked up at me.
“Now?” he ground out disbelievingly. “But my wife just died.”
“Who the fuck cares? You know Hannah was getting someone else’s dick up her backside, so why don’t you do the same? Tit for that, all that shit.”
But Brian is a principled mofo and he shook his head helplessly.
“I don’t think I can,” he ground out, torn with hungry eyes. “It just doesn’t seem right, it’s too fucking soon.”
I cut him off with my hand.
“Let’s go another way then,” I said. “How about your dick up my ass?” Yeah, I’m a man of hard talk and this conversation was no exception. I was giving him the options straight, no bull, no subtle hints and sly manipulations.
My partner’s eyes flared at the crass words, although his body tensed with anticipation.
“You’re shitting me,” he ground out.
I merely smiled back, flashing those movie star whites.
“Shit does come out there, but that’s no way to start. Naw, I like some cock once in a while too, feels good. Feels fucking amazing in fact, you know squeezing my small hole and all.”
Brian shook his head.
“Fuck my life,” was all he could manage. “Fuck my life.”
But I could see the bulge in his pants as he leaned back, the massive member making an appearance. Oh yeah, my eyes had been all over that hot rod last night, the way Brian had stroked it furiously, milking himself until he splattered on my office door. And Mr. Happy was absolutely in play now, the hard, hot ridge in his pants begging to be released.
“Take it out,” I coaxed, voice silky. “Take it out and let’s see.” I had to initiate him slow. Last night had broken through unheard barriers, but Brian was a newbie to the M/M world, dying to get laid but moving in fits and starts. He needed a little prodding, a little guidance.
And like in a trance, that big hand unsnapped the button on his suit pants before unzipping, reaching inside. I was big as a house now, ready to cross swords with him anytime, but he paused, making me tense with unbearable anticipation.
“Jed?” he asked, deep voice confused.
“Do it,” I said soothingly. “Do it, look here’s mine,” I rasped, and with one swift movement, my cock was out, ten inches, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, heavy and stiff. Brian’s eyes flared, hungry and needy, and in a flash, his was out as well, just as horny, just as ready to fuck.
“That’s it,” I said in a soothing voice. “That’s it. Now pull it out and start stroking, show me what you like big boy.”
Never taking his eyes away from me, that flat palm began moving up and down his fuckrod, caressing the hard length, even tracing the bulging vein on the bottom lightly, teasing himself.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
I smirked.
“Oh we’ll be fucking soon, don’t you worry big boy,” I said, voice silky. “I got you covered. But for now, just stroke yourself and enjoy. Let Daddy see you play, let me see you palm that hard shaft, get yourself going.”
And Brian’s head tilted back then, eyes closing as he played with himself. Fuck, that hard shaft was so huge, pointing straight at me from his hips, like a gun ready to do battle. Liquid wetness rolled off the tip, his penis hole streaming wetly and I wanted nothing more but to get down and slurp it hard, to take it into my mouth and do some deep sucking.
But for the moment, Brian had to prepare himself, and acclimate his brain to the fact that he was doing this for another man. Opening your eyes and seeing a dude’s lips on your dick can be disorienting and I didn’t want to scare him shitless, not when he was so new to the game.
So instead, I got up, shedding my clothes and standing nude in front of the man, like a towering god.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded. “Keep fucking yourself and open your eyes.”
Because I wanted to take him through it step by step. I wanted him to get used to the fact that we’d be fucking a lot, and he needed to see me in all my glory, accept me for the man I am, dominant, alpha and horny as fuck. So as Brian’s eyes fluttered open again, I stood before him like Zeus descended from Olympus, huge, hard, my own fuck shaft dripping hungrily with the essence of man.
And as he registered my form, that huge dick jerked again, appreciation and lust invading his eyes.
“Fuck,” was all he breathed. “Fuck me.”
I grinned like a mofo, never taking my eyes from his.
“Naw, not that,” I said, shaking one finger at him although my cock quivered at the invitation. “Like I said, we’re gonna do it the other way first. Your asshole has never been stretched while mine’s been used more than a few times,” I intoned with a nasty grin. “So yeah, I’m gonna get my butthole fucked first.”
And with that, I turned so that I was facing away from him, backing up slowly towards the big man.
“Hold your dick up,” I commanded. “Hold that stiffie steady.”
Brian practically stopped breathing, unable to believe this was really gonna happen. That big body trembled and vibrated, shaking with lust, dicktip dripping wetly as I positioned myself above him, straddling his lap, lowering my anus.
Because yeah, I was gonna make things easy. For guys who are recently bi, sometimes they can’t get the gumption to fuck into another man’s ass, it’s too much, too soon. So I was going to pave the way by fucking my own asshole down onto that monster dick, taking the choice out of his hands. It was gonna be rough going, I’ve taken dick in my ass multiple times, but Brian’s got one for the ages. His pole was massive, it was going to spread my ass cheeks wide, making my tunnel stretch in a way that I’d never envisioned.
But I wanted it, oh god, I wanted it. My best buddy, my partner, my law school pal, had finally arrived. Feelings had welled up inside that could no longer be repressed, and we were gonna go full on, rock hard and ready until we both passed out, our sperm flying all over.
So nudging closer, I backed up, squatting until my asshole hovered above his dick. And then bending forward slightly, I leaned over so that my cheeks parted on their own, showing my lover the hot spot.
“See it?” I rumbled deep, casting him a sly glance over my shoulder. “See what you’re getting?”
I half expected the big man to draw away, to stand up in disgust and denial, screaming that he wanted no part of this. But instead, there is a God. Because like a dirty mofo, Brian leaned forward and licked my anus, letting his tongue trail over the brown pucker, my pleats contracting immediately at the slickly wet touch.
“Unnnh,” I moaned, eyes closing at the heavenly sensation. “Awww fuck.”
Brian grinned in back of me, tongue still doing its business.
“Aw fuck is right, thought I’d give you some lube back here.”
And since the alpha was getting into it, I invited him to do more.
“Spit on my ass,” I rasped harshly. “Spit on my ass and coat me with your saliva.”
Brian smiled then and did as told, a hot loogie dropping into my butt crack before spreading into my dark star, lubing me up, getting that tight spot ready. But he didn’t stop there. Brian spit in his hand too, getting it good and wet, and rubbed all over his shaft to make sure that it was sticky with a mix of saliva and his sperm. And once everything was well coated, he leaned forward and swiped at me one last time with that wicked tongue.
“Ready?” he murmured. “Ready? Because this hot fucker is ready to go.”
And bracing my hands on the sofa, I grunted softly before beginning. My butt began descending until my anus touched his dicktip, just a butterfly brush, a preview of what was to come. But Brian was so turned on that his dick burst a little, a small, hot wet jet of sperm going right up my hole, making me jerk unexpectedly.
“Unnh!” I cried out. Fuck, it felt so good, that viscous pre-cum in my anus. But I wanted more, I wanted an entire load in there, a thick deposit that would make my ass cry. So gripping the couch cushions, I started again. Slowly, I bumped my butthole until it was once again positioned on his penis head, just a quarter inch in, and began to press downwards with my hips.
“Mmm,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut. God, Brian was so huge, so fucking massive that it felt like my anus was being split by a baseball bat. The stretching was almost unbearable, tight and dry, making my insides churn with anticipation and fear at once. But oh god, it was Brian, this is what I’d been dreaming of for years, so I slowly wormed my ass down further, working myself on that hot shaft.
“Oh yeah,” muttered the alpha in back of me. “Shit that asshole looks good spread.”
And I smirked to myself although Brian couldn’t see because the visual must have been amazing. My brown hole parting, so tiny and precious, and now stretched like all fuck around his vicious member, the tight ring gripping him, probably pulsing as he watched. And with a wiggle, I wormed myself down even further, a couple inches of dick in my backside now, making me feel impaled and oh so full.
“Yeah,” I grunted hoarsely. “Fuck yeah.”
But Brian is a dirty mofo. Even though he’s new, he wanted it and wasn’t shy about saying so.
“All the way, lover,” he ground out. “Fuck my dick all the way with that pretty ass.”
And I had to do as told. It wasn’t clear who was the dom now, me or him, if I was the Daddy or if it was him. But it didn’t matter because we were both having the time of our lives, dick has never felt so good in me before. And Brian was eating it up, his breathing rough behind me, that hot cock stiff and so dominant in my behind. So with a deep sigh, summoning my resolve, I relaxed my pelvic muscles as best as I could and sat down, hard. With a pop that was almost a loud bang, it happened. My sphincter muscles let go and suddenly that huge, ten inch shaft was buried all the way in, reaching almost to my throat.
“Aww fuck,” I groaned, squirming a bit on his lap, impaled deep. “Aww fuck fuck fuck.” It felt so good, split in two, that heavy iron rod solidly up my backside and my dick quivered on its own, leaking cum like a dripping faucet now. “Aw fuck,” I began.
But Brian cut me off.
“Feels amazing,” he panted. “Now fuck me, lover, fuck me.”
And I could only do as told. My master had spoken and lifting my hips up, I leaned forward before going back down, caressing that cock with my asshole, letting him feel deep inside of me.
“Mmm,” he moaned throatily, big hands squeezing my thighs. “Mmm.”
But there was more to it than that. Brian is a generous man, has always been. And right now, he wasn’t going to leave me out either, he wasn’t gonna leave me high and dry. Because in the middle of his first man on man interaction, with his dick buried in my butt, he wanted me to feel pleasure as well. So one big hand slowly slipped up my leg until his fingers encircled my cock, squeezing tight, testing, caressing the pulsing length.
“That’s it,” he murmured in back of me, breath hot on my neck. “Ride me hard, loverboy, I want you to come too.”
And that was it. I needed it, his fist gripping my shaft was too much and I began drawing my hips up and down, fucking that rod like it was the tastiest hotdog on earth. It absolutely owned me, it was the center of gravity for me, my heavy ass pounding down again and again. And I rode it like a bucking bronco then, all thoughts of pain and agony gone, ecstasy splintering through my frame. So maybe walking would be difficult tomorrow, I might need crutches or a wheelchair. Who cares? It was worth it, it was worth being with the big man.
So like a heavy machine, I began doing the ass drill, heaving my hips up and down, giving Brian the visual of his life. My tiny anal ring gripped that big dick like none other, working itself up and down his pole, swallowing before letting up again. And in the meantime, he jerked me off, that huge hand like a vise around my shaft, pulling me to heaven, making me tremble and shiver, ass and dick both flaming with sensation.
And the dirtiness, the fucking illicitness of what we were doing, threw us both over the edge. Oh yeah, this is what I love about man on man. There’s a heavy feel to it all, a deep, rutting sensuousness that can happen with a woman, but women are wet, swollen and slippery, made for fucking, while with a man, our anal holes are unbearably tight, the contrast made all the more apparent when you’re a hulking six five. So with a roar, a shake, and a massive shout, Brian and I came together, his dick jerking in my ass, balls tight and raised as he spurted like a madman, hot, thick semen coating my insides.
And at the same time, I erupted like a volcano, shooting semen at least five feet out, an arc of the good stuff soaring into the air before splattering loudly on the tile. Holy shit, holy shit, I’ve never come so hard and the beating in my ass only stimulated my prostate more, making each pulse leap from my penis higher, faster harder. It was so fucking good that had it been in a woman, I would have seeded her immediately, that fertile female body would have sucked my sperm deep and gotten pregnant immediately.
I shook heavily, imagining a woman with me right then, legs spread, sucking that male liquid hungrily, and at that very moment, my eyes opened to see a trembling brunette standing at the front door, her curvy form backlit by the sunlight outside. Oh fuck, oh fuck, who the hell was this? And how had she gotten inside? Had we left the door open by accident? I couldn’t move though, my body in the middle of ecstatic convulsions, penis still pumping like a firehose.
But there was no need to worry because although shock flitted across her face, it was just as quickly replaced by hunger. And this was no innocent nymph, no clueless teen. Sure, she was young but she knew what she was doing. Because in a flash, the brunette was inside, kneeling by us, mouth open, worshipping at the altar of two gods. And I knew what she wanted, what she craved.
“Angie?” came Brian’s groan from behind me. “Angie? Stop!”
But it was too late. Because I lifted off his dick mid-spurt, a white lash of cum erupting onto my backside, his huge member appearing from my ass, and just as quickly, this Angie person bent her head to take his dick into her mouth.
“Angie no!” came Brian’s rough grunt. “No, no!”
But it was too late. That honeysuckle mouth had already encased his hot shaft and now the veins pulsed even harder if possible, shooting the good stuff down her mouth as the female’s cheeks hollowed, vacuuming like a mighty Hoover.
“Mmph,” she moaned, lips dripping with gooey white, the liquid overflowing. “Mmm.”
Brian threw his head back then and groaned out loud, the culmination of all the nastiness. Because this had to be his young sister-in-law, the one he’d mentioned. The one he wanted to fuck to be more accurate, and it seemed that feeling was returned. It seemed that our dirty girl hadn’t even hesitated for a split second, and catching her man doing an M/M bang hadn’t turned her off at all, she was into it. And now, she was gulping Brian’s sperm like it was the fountain of youth, the more sperm down her gut, the longer she’d live.
So I grinned even as I pulled off, slowly swinging one leg around to leave Brian to his oral. Fuck, it looked good, the brunette was so curvy, ripe tits practically spilling out the vee of her t-shirt, jeans hugging wide hips and thick thighs. Damn, I even had visions of yanking those pants off and giving her a little dick from behind and she sucked my partner dry.
But even I underestimated the chickadee because once Angie finished Brian, she licked her lips lasciviously, and looked up with naughty eyes. What next? Was she gonna scream insults, pretend this was the nastiest scene that she’d ever come upon, that she’d been forced somehow to give oral? But instead, Angie slowly wiped her lips, savoring the sperm, before turning to me and looking my frame up and down. But it wasn’t a challenge, she wasn’t competing with me for Brian. Instead, her eyes zeroed in on my hard, hot shaft, coated with semen and the look of hunger intensified in her eyes.
“Hey Jed,” came that throaty voice, feminine and making my body rumble unexpectedly. “Hey Jed, you want some too? Because I’m only too happy to do two.”
And with that, it was on again. Oh yeah, my dick jerked and Angie smiled secretively before moving towards me on her knees, bending her head and slurping my shaft into her mouth. Holy shit, this was beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve lived thirty-five years and seen a lot of nastiness, been down into the cesspool of humanity, sampled the worst of the working girls. But this teenage nymphet had topped them all. Because stumbling upon a man-on-man, she’d gotten right into it, slurping off Brian and now giving me, a virtual stranger, some hot mouth on dick. Fuck, this girl was right for us … and I absolutely had to have more.