A gay story: Cock Tease? Pt. 02 The next morning, I woke up to find Joe sitting at his desk working on something on his laptop. When he noticed that I was awake he asked how I slept and then asked, “Are we good? This isn’t going to be weird?”
I said, “The only thing that’s weirding me out is trying to figure out why last night didn’t weird me out. I never consciously thought about doing anything like that with a guy before. Is that what they call ‘Latent homosexual tendencies?'”
Joe said, “Maybe, but I’m not a psych major. I don’t pretend to know about that kind of psychobabble.”
“Fair enough. I think I’m going to go take a shower while I sort out my sexual confusion.”
Joe said, “Okay, but it’s likely to be busy at this time on a Saturday morning. I should also warn you, most of the guys on this floor know I go both ways because they’ve seen overnight visitors coming out of my room. Some of them are homophobes. You’ll get less side eye if I come down with you and let people know you’re Julia’s boyfriend.”
Before we headed to the showers Joe said, “By the way, Julia texted to let us know she’s free for breakfast. I’ll let her know we can meet her in an hour. You okay with that?”
I shrugged and said, “Fine,” still not sure I really wanted to see Julia.
We walked to the showers together and as we entered Joe made a point of asking me about my plans for meeting up with Julia and did I want to go to breakfast first before I went to see her.
Joe headed straight for the showers while I went to take a leak. When I got to the showers, I saw that there were eight shower heads in an open room like high school locker room showers, four on each side with an aisle down the middle. There were no stalls like the ones in my dorm, but I could see holes in the walls where dividers once hung.
I took the shower head next to Joe and he explained, “We used to have private stalls, but there were a couple of gay guys on the floor who liked shower sex. This neanderthal dude who was a total homophobe heard them and started harassing them. At first it was just shouting at them when he caught them. When he caught them again, he stole all the shower curtains. After that he made vile comments and verbally harassed them every time he saw them together.
They ignored him at first, but when he wouldn’t let up I think they started trying to get caught. They were insanely affectionate in the halls, kissing and fondling one another, and they started having frequent, loud sex in the showers. Ape-man finally reached his breaking point and tore all the stall dividers off the walls.
Ape-man was kicked out of housing for major vandalism and the gay guys were kicked out for repeated lewd conduct in public spaces. The maintenance guy said that the dividers were damaged too badly to reuse, and the walls needed major repairs before new dividers could be hung. The housing office decided that it would have to wait until the summer.”
As we showered, Joe brought up Julia whenever new guys came into the shower room. At one point two guys came in and took the shower heads across from us. They caught my eye because I noticed they were sharing a shower head even though there were several that weren’t being used. As I glanced in their direction, I caught them eying me. In a low voice I said to Joe, “I thought you said guys would ignore me if they knew I was with Julia?” and gave a slight nod in their direction.
Joe glanced where I was indicating and chuckled as he said, “I only said they wouldn’t suspect you of being gay. Those guys ARE gay, and they’re checking out the new eye candy.”
They were both small and slightly built. One was a pale ginger and the other was a Latino. The ginger looked like a nerdy high school freshman. I couldn’t decide if the Latino was handsome or pretty. He had a classic Spanish profile with defined cheekbones and dark eyes. I finally realized he had eyeliner tattooing that gave him a feminine look.
They were looking at me over their shoulders, trying to be surreptitious while clearly checking me out from the neck down. They were focused mostly on my ass and cock, so It took a minute before they saw I was looking back at them. When they finally noticed, they both blushed and looked away.
Before the Latino turned to face the showerhead, he pivoted enough for me to see the front of his body. When he did, it revealed a fat monster cock that, even soft, seemed to extend almost to his knee. His buddy turned at the same time, so I saw their cocks nearly side by side. The ginger’s cock looked like a child’s in comparison.
I tried to keep from gaping, but I must not have succeeded. Joe saw my face change and gave a smirk, saying, “Seems Luis wanted you to see his cock. Straight or gay, almost every guy looks the way you did the first time they see that.”
I’m sure I was blushing as I turned to him and said, “I’ll bet.”
I glanced back again and saw Luis whispering to his buddy and nodding towards us. He must have caught my glance out of the corner of his eye because he stopped whispering, turned back towards me, and very deliberately soaped his nearly hard cock with both hands as he looked me in the eye. His two hands we barely big enough to cover his whole cock. When he knew he had my attention, he stroked his cock with one hand, pointing it deliberately towards me. He took a long look at my cock while he licked his lips, then looked me in the eye and cocked his head. I gave him an appreciative look, then smiled and mouthed, “Not today, thanks,” and turned my back to him.
I saw Joe grinning at me and said, “What?” with a scowl. He just kept smiling and said, “Looks like you’re good at making friends.” I managed to hold the scowl for another second or two before Joe and I both burst out laughing.
We finished showering, shaving and getting dressed, then headed out to meet Julia. We’d slept through breakfast in the dining hall so we were meeting at a family restaurant in town.
Julia was waiting in a booth when we walked into the restaurant. It was past the morning rush so the place was quiet, with only a few people scattered around the dining area having a late breakfast like us. The waitress showed up immediately with a coffee pot. Joe and Julia knew what they wanted and I ordered a breakfast skillet that they recommended.
As soon as the waitress left, Julia’s expression turned serious.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you last night. The rest of the girls on the party committee ditched me for their boyfriends and I felt like I had to keep things moving. I wouldn’t have invited you if I’d known I was going to be that busy. On the plus side, the sorority president found out about them ditching me and made them cleanup without me. That’s why I’m free right now.”
I said, “That didn’t bother me as much as finding out we weren’t going to have any alone time this weekend. I thought we were going to be staying together in Joe’s room. I didn’t realize I’d only be able to see you during the day without a lot of privacy.”
Julia looked uncomfortable and sat with her eyes downcast for a few moments. Then she took a deep breath, glanced up at Joe, and began, “I should have told you right away, but this is hard to say. I’m kind of a mess when it comes to sex. I haven’t told a lot of people here about this, but I was sexually abused as a child. I had an aunt and uncle who I adored, and I stayed with them often when I was little. When I was about eleven I got my first period, and I told my aunt about it on my next visit. She made a big deal about it, saying, ‘I’m so happy you’re a woman now,’ and things like that.”
“After that though our visits changed. It started with them asking me about boys, whether I’d kissed anyone, whether I’d done anything else, did I know about sex? They said they could show me some of those things so I’d be ready when I found a boy I liked. I was a little uncomfortable, but I was also curious. They started out just French kissing and making out, but it quickly escalated to them having sex in front of me. My aunt showed me how to masturbate, then suggested I do that while I watched them. Then my uncle convinced me I should let him teach me what to do with boys.”
“At first it was exciting, but my uncle wasn’t a patient man, and he was well endowed. His lessons hurt, but he said I’d get used to it. My aunt tried to get him to be slow and gentle, but that only made it a little less painful. Once he thought I was broken in, he used me the same rough way he used my aunt. Being much smaller than her, I never got used to it and it always hurt. My aunt did what she could to make me more comfortable and to help me get some enjoyment out of it, and she taught me about girl-girl sex at my uncle’s insistence.”
“My uncle found another couple through a man-boy love group on social media. They came to visit bringing their foster child who they’d been abusing with them. Turned out my uncle liked girls and boys so they had agreed to meet and swap me for the boy. His name was Adam. We got together with them several times. Eventually Adam left foster care and returned to his own family. He told them what his foster parents had done to him and his parents reported them to the police. In exchange for leniency, the foster parents told the police about my aunt and uncle along with some other pedophiles they’d shared children with.”
“My parents immediately put me in therapy. It took over a year for the case to go to trial, and by then I was able to face them and testify. They each got fifteen years.”
“The therapist I worked with helped me understand what a normal family relationship looks like, to embrace the fact that I hadn’t done anything wrong, and to understand that I wasn’t damaged good.”
“When I started high school and began having an interest in boys, I realized that I didn’t know what normal sexual relationships looked like, and that I associated sex with pain and coercion. I avoided dating in high school so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. That concerned my parents who encouraged me to see a sex therapist, but I thought that was for old people having mid-life crises. When I started college I realized what I was missing out on, so I finally started working with a sex therapist about a year ago.”
“It’s helped, but the few times I tried to have real sex with a guy I got really tense when I saw their hardons. The first time I broke down crying as soon as I touched his penis. The second time I was able to relax and handle his penis, but I had to grit my teeth when he began fondling and fingering my pussy and I screamed like he was tearing me apart as soon as he entered me even though it wasn’t painful at all. The third time I tried oral since my therapist thought I might feel more in control. I was fine until he ran his fingers through my hair, then I felt like I was choking even though he wasn’t putting any pressure on me.”
“I tried sex with women at my therapist’s suggestion. She thought that since I have positive associations of the sex I had with my aunt, I might be more comfortable having a sexual relationship with a woman. She was right in that I could relax and enjoy sex with girls, but there was never a romantic spark with any of them. I don’t think that will ever be anything more than recreational sex for me. There are a couple of girls who I hookup with from time to time when I need a release, but they’re happy to just be friends with benefits.”
“I’m still seeing the therapist and I’m making progress. I was proud of being able to relax and enjoy you fingering me, and for being able to take you in my mouth a little bit. I really like spending time with you, and I want to have sex with you, but right now I can’t do most of the things normal couples do in the bedroom. If that’s a deal breaker, I understand.”
She stopped then and took hold of my hand with tears in her eyes. I looked over at Joe and said, “Did you know about this?”
Joe said, “Julia was living down the hall from me when she panicked and started screaming while trying to have sex with a guy. I heard her and broke into the room. I was ready to kill the guy until she stopped me and said she was fine. I was skeptical, so I stayed outside her door until the guy left. When he saw me, I thought he was going to take a swing, but then he thought better of it and walked away.
Julia looked at me a little confused and started to ask me a question. I cut her off and said, ‘I’m glad you’re alright,’ and walked back to my room. Julia followed me saying, ‘Let me explain. He didn’t do anything wrong.’ Then she told me basically the story you just heard.”
Julia said, “It was a relief to have someone at school who knew why I was a cold fish. I’ve confided in Joe ever since. And to be honest, I wanted you to stay with him so I could get his read on how you felt afterwards.”
I looked from her to Joe and said, “Now I feel really shitty about how I acted last night.” I took a deep breath and looked at Joe. He gave me a little nod and I said, “I was pissed off, drunk and horny when I left the party last night. I would gladly have hooked up with another girl if one had given me the time of day. Joe kept me from making that mistake, but he and I ended up hooking up later on.”
Julia looked confused, “So you’re gay? Or bi?”
“I guess I’m bi, but I thought I was straight until last night. Joe jokingly offered to give me a blowjob and I took him up on it. Then for some reason I decided to return the favor. In some ways it felt like someone else had taken control of my body, but in the end I realized I liked it.”
“That’s kind of fucked up, but kind of hot.”
“I know. I feel kind of warm towards Joe, but it’s not like when I’ve been in love with girls. I wanted to think it was just recreational, but after you described how you feel about sex with girls it got me thinking it’s not exactly like that.”
Joe said, “I’m flattered, and surprised. So where do we go from here?”
After an awkward silence Julia smiled and said, “Maybe my brain is a little warped, but the thought of you two having sex actually turns me on. If you and Ian are willing, I’d like to see it live.”
Joe and I gave each other deer in the headlight looks, then looked at Julia. Joe spoke up first.
“We were both feeling guilty, like we’d done you wrong. I don’t think either one of us thought there’d ever be a repeat.”
Julia asked, “Would you like a repeat?”
“Yeah. I suppose. I’ll admit I have warm feelings towards Ian. It would be cool to have him as a friend with benefits, if he’s interested in that.”
They both turned to look at me.
I found myself stuttering and looking back and forth between the two of them. When I could finally form a coherent sentence I said, “I’m probably not in the right head space to answer that question, since I’m trying to come to terms with my girlfriend’s complicated sexual history and with discovering that I’m probably bisexual. But my gut says, ‘Yeah, see where this goes.’ So sure. I’m game.”
Julia asked, “Today?”
I stuttered out, “I guess. Yeah. Sure. Yes.”
Just then the waitress arrived with our breakfast. While we ate, we tried to have a normal conversation, but it was clear that what was going to happen after breakfast was on all our minds.
As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I thought of a question. “If you’re freaked out about sex because of the painful experiences you had with your uncle, how come you got so turned on when I spanked your pussy? I feel really guilty about that after you told me your story.”
“One guy slapped my ass pretty hard while he was dropping me off after a date. I don’t remember exactly why, but it was supposed to be a kind of sexy joke. In the moment my emotions were mainly a mix of fear and anger so I left quickly, but when I thought about it afterwards I realized it also gave me a little tingle in my pussy.
I asked my therapist if that meant I was programmed to like S&M or rough sex. She gave a complicated explanation using a lot of psychological terms that boil down to the fact that sex with my aunt and uncle was a mix of pleasure and pain, so sometimes the two get twisted together in my head.
My aunt and I would pleasure each other while my uncle took me. I could feel the pain, but I learned to ignore it and focus on how we were giving each other pleasure. My therapist said I need to be wary of abusive guys, but if a little pain gives me a tingle, she said it’s okay to embrace it.”
As we got up to leave Julia said, “So are we doing this now? No cold feet?”
Joe and I looked at each other, shrugged and said, “Sure,” almost simultaneously. Julia took my hand and said to Joe, “Then we’ll meet you in your room.”
When we got to Joe’s room he let us in, but then he and I stood there looking at each other awkwardly. Julia gave a chuckle and said, “While you two figure out what you’re doing, I’m going to get comfortable,” and she quickly stripped before plopping herself down on one of the beds.
Joe and I found ourselves looking back and forth from her to each other, our mouths hanging open. Julia watched us for a second before asking, “What?”
I answered, “Neither one of us has seen you totally naked before and then you spring it on us like that with no warning.”
She giggled and stood up, twirling around as she did. “Do you want me to get dressed and do a little striptease, or can I just show you the goods?”
She struck a couple of poses as we both admired her body, from her perky C-cup tits to her flat stomach and down to her oh so long legs. Then she turned and twerked for a little, although her tight little boy butt made it a little underwhelming. She turned back and said, “Yeah, I know I don’t have the kind of bubble butt guys love.”
Joe and I tripped over each other trying to tell her that we thought her butt was perfect for her.
She laughed and said, “My mom said I was always more comfortable naked. She told me that when I was little I would cry when I had to get dressed in the morning or after a bath, so they let me spend a lot of time running around in the nude. It wasn’t until I took my top off in kindergarten because it “was itchy and tight” that they put their foot down and made me wear clothes all the time. I still go naked a lot when I’m by myself.”
I immediately filed that mental image away for future reference.
“I guess I was also something of a voyeur. Mom said I used to watch her and Dad kiss and hold hands. She told me that when I was about three years old, I asked her why she and Daddy were always kissing and touching each other. She told me it was because they loved each other so much and always wanted to be close. She said I got the kind of gooshy expression only a three-year-old can pull off and said, ‘I love watching you be in love.'”
She quickly added, “Normally I wouldn’t tell that story, but it’s one of the first ones my mom tells any guy I bring home.”
I jumped on that, grinning as I asked her, “So you’re already planning on bringing me home to meet your parents?” but Julia ignored the question.
“Mom guessed that that was why I was willing to watch my aunt and uncle have sex. The nudity and voyeurism are probably the only really positive memories I have of my time with my aunt and uncle.”
Julia sat back down and said, “We’re getting distracted from the business at hand. You guys are supposed to be staging a live gay porn show for my entertainment. Cue the cheesy 70’s music. Let’s at least see some kissing.”
I looked at Joe and he seemed a little hesitant to kiss me, so I decided to take a different tack. I grabbed the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it over his head, discarding it on the floor before running my hands over his chest.
“I kind of wanted to do this last night.”
I ran one hand down his abs to just above his belt, causing him to suck in his stomach. At the same time I was feeling his pecs and tweaking his nipples with the other. Sinking to my knees, I found that my head was at the perfect height to kiss and lick his chest. As I ran my hands over his torso, I craned my neck and reached for one of his nipples. He helped me out by cradling the back of my head and leaning down slightly to bring my mouth to his tit.
As he pulled my face to his chest, I circled the offered bud with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue. His tiny nub stiffened, reminding me of a hardening clit. I continued to play with it for a bit before shifting my attack to his other nipple. Joe must have liked what I was doing, because kept a firm grip on my head as I moved back and forth between his nipples.
I’d never have imagined that licking a guys chest would make my dick hard. I’m a sucker for a girl with big nipples that I can suck and chew on, but the feeling of Joe’s hard little nobs under my tongue and the clean, slightly salty taste of his skin excited me. I also found that the skin below Joe’s nipples was also sensitive, earning me some appreciative moans as I licked widening circles around his tits.
As I continued laving Joe’s chest with my tongue, I began working on his belt and zipper. Within moments I had his pants unfastened. Even though it hadn’t been that long since our shower I was enveloped in a strong, manly scent of sweat and musk as soon as I opened his pants.
As I slid my hands into his jeans, grabbing his ass and easing his pants down his legs, I stopped licking his chest and looked down to see his hard cock outlined in his briefs. I hadn’t noticed when we were getting dressed earlier, but he had put on a pair of sheer, electric blue, nylon bikini briefs that let me clearly see the shadow of his cock. As I groped his ass they had the same feel as a girl’s stocking covered legs. The thin material also allowed his precum to bubble through, making a glistening pool where his knob pressed against the tight material.
I leaned in and licked up the precum, using my tongue and lips to tease his cock head through the fabric for a moment. I couldn’t resist the urge to grab his ass with both hands and rub my face in his crotch, feeling his cock against my cheek and inhaling his scent.
Joe jokingly said, “So you’re a crotch sniffer too. Are you telling the truth about just finding out you’re gay?”
I released his ass and gave him a push, causing him to take a tottering step back because his feet were caught in his jeans where they were pooled around his ankles. Looking up I said, “Not gay, bi. No lie.” I slid my hands inside the waistband of his underwear, sliding them off his ass, then pushed him back onto the bed as I grabbed the front of his briefs and pulled them down. They momentarily caught on his cock, pulling it down so that when it came free of his waistband it snapped up, hitting his abs with an audible smack.
As he lay there, I pulled his jeans the rest of the way off, followed by his underwear and socks. I hadn’t noticed him kicking off his shoes when he’d come into the room.
Leaning between his knees, I held up his cock with one hand and lifted his balls with the other, holding them up as if on display for my viewing pleasure. As I took a moment to contemplate what I should do first, I absentmindedly rubbed the head with my thumb, spreading the liquid slowly dripping from his slit and giving his plum a bright sheen in the sunlight filtering through the blinds.
Julia had leaned closer to get a better look and said, “I want to watch you suck it.”
I said, “Okay.” As I was leaning down, aiming the cock I was holding towards my salivating mouth when Joe held up his hand to stop me saying, “Someone in this room is overdressed. Fix that before you continue.”
My mouth was almost on his cock, so I quickly bent down the last couple of inches, captured his knob with my lips, and gave it a quick swirl with my tongue before standing up and saying, “Sure.”
I sat on the bed next to Julia and took off my shoes as socks as I would any other time I was undressing, not hurrying or making it look like anything special might be happening. I focused on my own feet while watching Joe and Julia with my peripheral vision. They both had these WTF looks on their faces as they looked from me to each other and shook their heads.
When my feet were bare and I had carefully placed my shoes and socks under the bed, I stood up, looked at them, and said, “What’s with the faces?”
Before they could answer, I gave them my best Magic Mike smile and stood, slowly pulling my shirt off and flexing my chest and shoulders as I did. Dropping my shirt in Julia’s lap, I stretched as sensuously as I could manage, then ran my hands over my chest and stomach, ending up with the tips of my fingers following the vee of my abs down into the waistband of my jeans.
Next, I ran my hands down my inner thighs and then back up to momentarily cup my package. I undid my belt, then slowly unbuttoned my pants, glad I’d worn button fly jeans. After unbuttoning the first three buttons, I stopped to run my hand down into my pants, first stroking my cock through the old, worn boxers I was wearing that day, Then I reached between my legs and made a show of caressing my ass crack. I pulled my hand out and then reinserted it inside my underwear, first lifting and cupping my balls, then gripping and pulling my shaft as I slowly withdrew my hand.
I finished unbuttoning my jeans, then turned my back to the audience as I pulled them down. I knew those boxers tended not to stay up when I took off my jeans, and as hoped for they ended up low on my hips and ass, showing a lot of ass crack. I left them there, threatening to slide completely off, as I lifted my feet out of the jeans. My movements caused them to slip a bit lower but most of my ass was still covered. As I dropped my jeans next to my shirt, they could see everything except my asshole.
Turning back towards my audience, I made sure they could see my boxers were caught on my cock, which threatened to pop out through the fly. Before it could do that, I reached into the opening and repositioned it so it was tucked just under the elastic, clearly outlined where it pointed towards my hip. I made a show of stroking it as I arranged the thin boxer material to drape smoothly over the shaft. The red fabric showed a distinct dark spot where precum was slowly leaking from the slit.
I grabbed the waistband to pull them down, but before I did I turned my back to them again and bent forward. I dropped my boxers and stepped out of them, spreading my legs as I did. Running my hands up my inner thighs, I first cupped my balls in both hands. Letting go with my right hand, I cupped my ass before sliding my hand forward, dragging my middle finger deep in my crack as I did. I paused momentarily as my finger tip dragged across my asshole to tap and tickly my ring, finishing by tugging my balls until my scrotum was taut.
Then, reaching back with both hands, I grabbed my ass and spread it wide until I felt my hole starting to open up. Looking back, I swayed my hips and was happy to see both of them staring at my ass. I took a second to coat my left index finger with spit. Then I spread my ass with both hands again and worked that finger into my hole up to the second knuckle.
I held that pose for a few more seconds before turning back, cupping my balls in one hand and lewdly stroking my cock with the other, which coaxed a drop of precum out of my slit. My cock head was dark purple and I could feel my shaft pulsing with the heavy beating of my heart. I tickled the veiny underside and gave it a couple of light slaps, making my cock twitch. That caused the drop to separate and drip towards the floor, still connected to my slit by a thin streamer. Letting go of my meat, I put my hands on my hips and watched the drop fall before looking from Julia to Joe and back.
As Joe lay there on the bed looking at me, I could see his face was flushed and his cock was bouncing in time with his heartbeat. Dropping to my knees, I reached out to stroke his vein. I ran my finger from his balls to the vee at the base of his cock head, causing his cock to twitch and jerk.
I lifted my finger, wet it in my mouth, and placed it between Joe’s balls again. Joe just held his breath and stared at where my finger was touching his cock. After a moment’s pause, I stroke his cock again, causing him to suck in a small breath. When I reached the top and lightly tickled his frenulum, he gave out a moan as his cock twitched and his ass convulsed involuntarily. A large drop of precum burst from his slit, puddling on his abs. His ass continued to spasm for several seconds, pumping a steady stream of clear liquid out onto his tensed stomach.
I lifted his cock gently, using just my right thumb and forefinger. Breaking the rope of precum with my tongue, I followed it down to his body and delicately licked up the puddle that had formed. The I swirled my tongue around his cock head to collects the delicious remnants from there before plunging my mouth onto his shaft.
I’d like to say I took his full length in one go, licking and sucking him like a $1,000 whore, but in reality, my experience and technique didn’t match my enthusiasm. I’d taken his cock at the wrong angle, so it grazed the top of my mouth before bending towards my throat at an uncomfortable angle. This also forced Joe’s cock to scrape against my teeth. I felt Joe wince, so I’m sure that didn’t feel great for him.
I quickly backed off until the tip of Joe’s cock was resting on my tongue. Giving Joe an apologetic look, I adjusted the angle of his cock, repositioned my head, and plunged back down with a little more control.
That time I achieved the desired effect. While I didn’t swallow his cock to the base, I had at least five inches in my mouth and felt it grazing my throat. That triggered a flood of spit which I spread over every accessible inch of cock flesh with my tongue. At the same time, I sucked as hard as I could, caving my cheeks in around his cock.
Joe whispered, “Oh yeah. Just like that. Suck me just like that.” I looked up and saw him looking down at me with glazed, half open eyes.
The first time I’d sucked Joe’s cock it never occurred to me to take a moment to savor the taste and feel of a hard cock in my oral cavity. I know I liked the feeling of a cock in my mouth, but I couldn’t tell you why. Now I realized that it was like I’d imagine a baby feels sucking on a pacifier. The smooth texture and yielding firmness felt very satisfying and made me want to suck. At the same time the sweet/salty flavor of sweat mixed with precum had my tongue involuntarily hunting for more flavor. Even the pressure of his crown at the opening of my throat was a welcome sensation.
I maintained the suction as I slid my mouth up until my lips were wrapped around his crown where I paused to lap at his piss hole. Then I slid back down, a little faster than the last time, and a little deeper. Up and down, deeper and deeper I went, greedily licking every inch I could reach.
After a few strokes I felt my throat envelope Joe’s whole cock head. I knew Joe could feel it too because his body clenched from the waist down. I had my hands on his ass and I felt his glutes instantly turn rock hard. I could see his six pack stand out in sharp definition and feel his legs give a little kick.
I quickly bobbed my head on his cock again, and this time Joe’s spasms forced the rest of his length into my mouth, lodging his plum head deep in my throat. Joe’s hands were on the back of my head and his ass and thighs were quivering as he arched up from the bed. My natural reaction was to feel like I was choking, but I concentrated on relaxing and continuing to stroke him with my tongue, thinking he was going to cum at any second.
Joe was sweating by then, and my nose was filled with the musk emanating from his crotch. That smell, the feel of his cock down my throat, and the anticipation of tasting and feeling his cum in my mouth had my own cock rock hard and dripping. As I finally let his cock slide out between my lips I let out a groan of my own, which caused Joe to spasm again.
I was about to fuck Joe’s cock with my throat when he put his hands on my face and pulled me to him. He slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed my ass, pulling our cocks together while pulling me into a kiss. He spread and kneaded my ass with his hands, pulling us together at the hips and grinding our cocks against each other. The feeling of our cocks rubbing together, lubricated by spit and the steady streams of precum coming from both our cocks made my heart race and my breathing quicken.
Soon we were both panting as we kissed hungrily, barely pausing to breathe. Joe wrapped his hand around our cocks then, jacking them together. A couple of times Joe broke our kiss to spit on our cocks, which for some reason gave me an extra thrill.
By then we were leaning on each other running our hands over each other’s bodies and breathing like we were running a race. I could feel myself getting close. My hips were twitching, and I couldn’t help but let out grunts and moans as sparks shot through my body from where our cocks were joined.
Joe could sense I was close, and I could tell he was close too. He stopped stroking us and let go as he swung his legs up so he was laying on the bed on his side, urging my head towards his cock. As I lay down, craning my neck to reach his cock, he reached for my cock and moved us into a sixty-nine position.
I hooked one arm under Joe’s leg and grabbed his ass with the other to gain some leverage before devouring his cock again. My first thought was how different his cock felt from that angle. I missed the feel of his soft vein under my tongue and couldn’t feel the pulsing of blood flowing through his cock as strongly. But when his cock hit my throat the first time, it felt like that was how they were supposed to fit together. As I bottomed out it felt as if I’d succeeded in getting every possible inch in my throat.
The smell of musk coming off his balls and ass was stronger. It made my mouth water and my cock twitch. I just wanted to stay there and breathe it in deeply.
I tried to swallow around Joe’s cock and it gave a twitch in my mouth, releasing more precum. That reminded me that my goal was to coax Joe into painting my tonsils with his delicious cock cream. I began bobbing on his cock again and quickly got into a rhythm that had Joe grunting on every down stroke.
I felt movement behind me as Julia climbed onto the bed to spoon me. She leaned over my shoulder so her face was almost close enough to suck Joe’s cock if I let her and whispered in my ear, “Who’d have guessed I’d end up dating a cock sucking cum slut.”
I pulled off Joe’s cock for a second and said, “Who’d have guessed I’d end up dating a fag hag?”
Julia’s diamond hard nipples were pressed into my back, and the smell of man musk was joined by the smell of a wet, horny pussy. She had her hand between our bodies, and I could feel her vigorously strumming her clit. Then the motion changed, and she was alternating between fingering her own pussy and painting my ass crack with her girl cum. I lifted my leg to give her better access and within a minute she was fucking my ass with two fingers.
I tried to focus on sucking the cum out of Joe’s balls, savoring the flavor of his sweat and precum and enjoying the feel of hot flesh invading my throat. At the same time, I couldn’t ignore Joe’s mouth and tongue finding all the sensitive parts of my cock, or the steady beat of Julia’s fingers giving my ass ring a delicious stretch and pounding against my prostate.
I was feeling that delicious tightening in my balls when Julia scored a direct hit on my prostate, causing to thrust my full length into Joe’s mouth and bury my cock head in his throat. Joe’s throat tightened instinctively, and that was enough to make my cock immediately explode, sending cum directly down his throat.
Having a cock lodged in his throat spewing cum made Joe jerk, which buried his cock deeper than ever in my throat. That sent a shiver through me, but also made me want to make him cum with me. I grabbed his ass, forcing one finger into his hole and urging him to fuck his cock deep into my throat. A couple of strokes later he exploded, filling my gullet with hot cum. I swallowed the first blast as I backed off enough so that I could tongue his cock head and collect his cum on my taste buds.
We lay there, suckling each other’s cocks while spasms ran through our lower bodies. Eventually our cocks became overloaded, and we had to pull back. When Joe pulled out of my mouth, Julia laid down and pulled my mouth to hers, forcing me to share the last of Joe’s cum. We swirled his cum back and forth before rearranging ourselves as three spoons with me in the middle hugging Julia while Joe contoured himself to my back.
Joe and I were almost dozing, but Julia continued to squirm, mumbling things like, “That was so hot. Oh my god that was hot,” over and over.
As I lay there stroking Julia’s body, I could tell she was still keyed up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she was taking long, slow breaths. Her nipples were still puffy, dark red and fully engorged. I couldn’t resist stroking and pinching them. Julia moaned sensuously and rubbed her thighs together, cuing me to also stroke her pussy, running my fingers along both side of her slit and tickling her opening.
I alternated between her tits and pussy causing her to squirm continuously. Even though I knew my cock was going to need some recovery time, I still felt pleasant shocks where it was grinding against her flexing ass.
After a few minutes of that I nudged Joe to back up, then slid out from between the two of them. I lifted Julia’s knee to expose her pussy and positioned my head between her legs. Joe moved up behind her and hooked her foot behind his leg, rolling her almost onto her back and spreading her pussy wide in front of me. I could see him grinding his semi-erect cock against her ass.
I began licking her pussy, circling my tongue around her outer lips. Up close, the heat of her sex felt like looking up with my face towards the hot summer sun on a steamy, humid day. She was covered with a sheen of sweat that had a delicate, earthy scent.
Joe had taken over the job of teasing her nipples. He was rougher than I had been, pinching her nipples tightly until they turned from red to purple to white and then pulling them until her tits were stretched out from her body. When he let go, her tit bounced back and he batted it lightly like a beach ball.
He occasionally paused his tit play to grab her ass and run his fingers through her crack. When he moved his hand back to her tit, I ran my tongue through her crack, getting it wet and lightly rimming her hole. That made her whimper more than my tongue on her clit.
When Joe noticed that she was enjoying the ass play he slid down next to me and buried his tongue in her ass. That made her jump and then grind her ass against his face.
Joe commenced an immediate assault on her ass, running his tongue from her perineum to the base of her spine. He grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide to put her tight pucker on full display. Suctioning his mouth to her hole, he tongue fucked her ass, She must have like that because she clutched his head to keep him attached there.
Meanwhile, I was sucking her prominent clit and circling it with my tongue like a baby nursing at his mother’s tit. I ran my tongue up her slit, coating her folds with saliva so I could rub her clit while I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair while undulating her hips to get my tongue deeper into her.
I dipped the tip of my finger into her pussy to collect her wetness to use as lube and she grabbed my hand, urging me to thrust my finger into her pussy. I was massaging her g-spot with one finger while sucking and licking her when she said, “More. Fuck me with two fingers.”
I had added a second finger and was continuing to lightly stroking her little patch when she started hunching her pussy onto my hand, trying to get me to thrust deeper. When I didn’t react immediately, she grabbed my wrist and started using my hand as a dildo to rapidly fuck her dripping cunt. I got the message and started jack hammering my fingers in and out of her hot hole. I hesitantly extended a third finger and when she felt it she shouted, “Yes, give me another one!”
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I could barely keep my mouth on her clit, and Joe was almost suffocating between her ass cheeks, but we were determined to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. I reached up and started roughly tugging and tweaking her nipples. Joe spread her ass until it was gaping open to welcome his tongue.
Julia was grunting and mumbling incoherently when suddenly she shouted, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her body went into spasms as she continued shouting obscenities. Joe and I kept tongue lashing her ass and pussy and I kept twisting her nipples until she motioned as if trying to brush us away. We both stopped and watched in awe as her whole-body clench and unclench in a series of aftershocks. Finally, she fell back on the bed, breathing hard and quivering with a whole body shiver every few seconds.
We climbed back in next to her, one on each side, and held her between us. As we kissed and stroked her, her breathing steadied and soon she was asleep. Joe pulled a duvet over us and we settled in to nap with her.
Some time later I awoke to find Julia sitting up in bed, rocking back and forth and stroking both Joe and me. She wasn’t crying, but I could see that she was feeling some strong emotions. She looked happy, but on the verge of tears. I asked her if she was okay and she said, “I’m better than I have been in a while. That’s the first time I’ve felt safe having sex with a man. Watching you two working hard to give each other pleasure made me trust that you’d do the same for me.”
Joe was awake by then and he sat up next to Julia while I sat up on the other side. We had a three-way hug and took turns kissing each other until Julia said, “Okay, enough of that. We’re still here for a live gay sex show, and what’s a gay sex show without butt fucking?”
I looked at Joe and said, “I’m curious to try it if you’re up for it.”
Joe asked, “Have you thought about whether you want to be the top or the bottom? I’m versatile so either one is fine with me.”
I said, “In that case I’d like to try bottoming. I’ve had anal sex with girls, and I can’t imagine it’s much different with a guy. Plus, I like having my ass played with and I’d like to take that to the next level.”
Joe said, “Okay. That’s settled. But first we need a brief intermission so I can make sure we’re on the same page about anal sex hygiene.”