Erotic fiction about gay men fucking women

[MikeT008]

In Sue's bedroom she was standing across from Scott, who was looking at her with a mixture of nerves and lust clear on his face. Scott hadn't felt like this since the moment just before he lost his virginity to his first boyfriend, Eric. And he supposed, in a way, he was about to lose it again right now. His gold star was hanging precariously on the edge of extinction, and Scott showed no signs of wanting to save it.

"Let's have a look at you then." Sue told Scott. "Take off your clothes."

Scott hesitated only for a moment, and then he began quickly shedding his clothes. He didn't do so in a seductive fashion, any ideas of giving Sue a slow, sexy show was far away from his mind. He just wanted to see and explore her naked body as soon as possible. Scott still hadn't seen Sue naked. She had sent him lots of sexy photos of herself. Which Scott was careful to keep hidden from Pete. He didn't want his boyfriend to know he was sexting with someone else, let alone a female. But all the photos of her were in her bra and panties. She knew how to keep her targets interested. And of course, he was completely unaware that Sue was Pete's own mother. Sue knew that if Scott found out that particular detail too soon, it would make it far more difficult for her to have him. So she kept it to herself.

Scott was as naked as a newborn not a moment later, and Sue's greedy eyes took every inch of him in. His hairless, very well toned physique. His handsome face, currently blushing heavily, as his naked body was now being examined so blatantly, and by a woman for the first time in his life. And she was still fully clothed too, which made him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. She could see what made and kept her son so happy all the time. Now she was ready to sample some of it herself.

Suddenly, Sue began to undress, but she did so at a pace far less hasty than Scott had. She wanted give Scott a nice show, and she knew he was a very excited to see her completely naked, and she was enjoying seeing him in his hungry, eager state.

When the bra fell away from her bountiful breasts, Scott's nostrils flared and his mouth gaped a little. He had been imagining them for wank material while he was in bed thinking about her, but he had never imagined that they would look so incredibly delicious. He couldn't wait to grab a hold of them!

Then Sue slowly lowered her panties and Scott's cock began to rise in anticipation of seeing Sue's twat for the first time. He had never been naked in a room with a woman before. Unfamiliar, feminine smells were being picked up by his nose. His mouth began to water as his eyes feasted heavily on Sue's uncovered pussy for the first time. Sue noticed Scott's very aroused cock, and smiled to herself, satisfied that she had yet another happy gay twink exactly where she wanted him.

"Come here," she told him. Scott didn't need to be told twice. He approached her readily, his eyes drawn to her large chest. Scott reached out and squeezed her titties. Finally getting to feel them in his hands.

Something he has been dreaming about doing for the last couple of weeks. At first it came as a shock to him. After she had began to flirt a little with Scott, and tease him, and he had rebuffed her attempts, to his horror though, he began having unwanted, uncontrollable thoughts about her large breasts. They were just so large and arrogant in the way they sat there, on her chest. He couldn't help the way his eyes would betray the rest of him as they kept getting drawn down towards her massive chest. It was deeply frustrating but also surprisingly to him, highly arousing. He was in such a confused mess. He hated the way his body seemed to have mind of its own, and the way it reacted around her. The way his mind kept cooking up dirty thoughts about her body, despite being a gay guy, in a committed relationship with another man he loved very much.

Her breasts felt even more magnificent than he had dared to dream they would. Her skin was much softer than he imagined it would be, or what he was used to, with Pete. He leaned down to suck on her nipple while he gently squeezed both of her boobs in his bands. Sue raised her own head, giving him unfettered access to her chest. She could feel how excited he was by the way his mouth worked on her tits in a frenzied motion. After a few minutes sue backed away and told him to follow her on to the bed. Once Scott was lying down on her bed, with his large, proud cock standing tall in the air, Sue's mouth worked its way down from Scott's lips, then to his chest, where she teased his nipples, down past his tight abs, where she stroked and kissed her way around for a moment, until she found herself staring at the base of Scott's large cock.



Scott let out a loud effeminate sounding moan as Sue's mouth worked its way down his cock, inch by inch, until her lips felt the brush of Scott's bush. Scott looked down, amazed that she had managed to take his entire length into her mouth. No one -that is to say, no man - had ever managed to completely deep throat Scott before. Yet this milf had done so with apparent ease. She hadn't even made a gagging noise, which Pete did every time he had more than half of Scott's dick in his mouth. "Jesus!" Scott hissed. And Sue did what would pass for a self-satisfied grin, if she didn't presently have a large dick inside her mouth.

Sue took Scott's cock out of her mouth and began to work back and forth in rapid motion, just on the tip of Scott's bright purple cock head, while she fondled his ballsack, toying with his large balls in between her fingers.

After a while, they switched places, and now it was Scott's turn to explore her body. Scott was about to get his first taste of a woman. Little did he know he was about to become acquainted with the very same orifice that introduced his boyfriend to the world.

Sue's pussy was such a strange, yet beautiful object to Scott's eyes. He had never really given a woman's pussy much consideration before. Only that, like everything else a woman's body, he had no interest in getting to know better. Well, up until now that is. Now he saw this beautiful woman's pussy in a new light. It was light pink-ish in colour. She had a neatly trimmed bush just above her sex. It was very strange to be looking between a pair of legs and not seeing a long cock and a pair of balls hanging there. Scott wasn't quite sure how to approach Sue's pussy.

Sue noticed Scott's hesitance, and spoke to reassure him. "It's OK. It won't bite you, honey. Come closer." Scott came closer and leaned down so that his hands and face were within touching distance, then Sue proceeded to educate Scott on all the finer details of the female anatomy. She told him about the clitoris, and how it was similar to the head of a guy's penis and that it contained millions of nerve endings which made a woman feel good when they were stimulated either by being rubbed over by a finger, or flicked back and forth by a tongue. Then she pulled apart her inner lips and showed Scott her vaginal opening. "This is the hole used for fucking and for giving birth out of." Scott looked on in awe. He realized he could smell her pussy. The scent coming away from her invaded his sense of smell, but to his surprise it wasn't an unpleasant one, like he had just assumed when he had overheard the topic of pussy had been discussed in the past. There was no 'fishy odor'. Sue actually smelled pretty good. He found her smell arousing him.

Yes. The smell was strong and musky, but not at all unpleasant. Sue reached down for Scott's hand and guided it onto her wet pussy. She pulled his index finger towards her clit, and told him to rub it in small circles, which he did and laughed as she began to moan. 'Wow!' he thought, 'I'm actually making a woman moan. This is crazy. But I like it!' Scott's eyes took in the rest of her pussy. Noticing all the different parts, not knowing their names or their function, he couldn't see the hole she had pointed to a moment ago, but had a good idea it was between the lips that had creased back together. With his other hand, Scott began to touch and stroke the other parts of Sue's pussy, too. When he found the vaginal opening, he was surprised to find out how wet it was. In his nativity, he wondered if she had peed herself a little.

Just then Sue moaned, "hmmhm, you're making me wet!"

"Wet?" Scott inquired?

"Yes! When a woman is turned on she produces moisture, kind of like men producing precum. It's to make her ready for penetration. It can be uncomfortable for a woman if she isn't wet and ready before she is penetrated. Especially if it's by a guy as big as you, you stud," she winked at him.

Fascinated by this new information, Scott began to rub his fingers over the sticky clear fluid around Sue's pussy. He brought his fingers to his nose to see what it smelled like. It didn't really have a smell that Scott could notice. And certainly not like pee, like he had imagined it would.

Then Scott brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tip to see if it tasted like anything. Scott found that it tasted a little bit sweet, like slightly sour lemonade. Much sweeter and milder than Pete's cum was. "Did you enjoy that?" Sue asked him. Scott grinned and told her that he had. Sue reached up to pull Scott's head down to her pussy, "then by all means, have another taste" she told him, as she wrapped her legs over his shoulders.

Scott approached her vagina tentatively at first, not sure how gentle or rough he should be with his tongue on her pussy. As Sue began moaning, Scott increased the speed and pressure as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. After a short while, Scott worked his tongue over the rest of her pussy, finally reaching her pussy hole, he gently pulled her lips apart and ran his tongue around her hole before poking it inside. Scott's nose was pressed firmly against Sue's clit as he poked his tongue in and out of her gash. The very same gash that once squeezed out his boyfriend.

Sue could feel the warm breath of Scott's against her clit and fuck hole. Feeling Scott's face pressed firmly against her pussy, she began to leak even more cum and Scott's face quickly found itself coated with her juices.

"Fuck me, Scott! Now!" Sue insisted.

Scott pulled away from Sue, to reach down for his throbbing cock. This is it. This is the big moment, he thought. The thing all his straight friends at school liked to brag about. The same thing he never felt even remotely interested in experiencing for himself until recently.

Scott ran his long hard cock over Sue's wet pussy. He rubbed his cock head over her clit and it felt so damn good to him. Her clit was like a small cock too, he thought, but it tastes even better. Then Scott ran his cock head down towards her wet pussy lips. He could feel the warm heat emanating from inside her. He couldn't wait to stick his hard dick inside her. He wondered if she would be able to take his whole length. Most guys, including Pete found it too difficult to take Scott's full length inside them. Its great thickness and very long length was just too much for them. But he was used to giving shallow thrusts as they grunted and groaned beneath him. It still felt pretty good, even if only half of his cock was getting any action.

Scott's pulsing cock found Sue's gaping hole and inch by inch gradually worked its way inside. Scott waited for Sue to tell him when she had taken as much of him as she could handle, but that warning never came, and then suddenly, amazingly, Scott found himself buried to the balls inside of her. "Oh wow!" he moaned. His astonished, effeminate voice was music to Sue's ears.

"You like that, huh?"

"Are you kidding!?" He groaned and began to thrust inside her back and forth. "This is amazing! I'm not used to anyone being able to take all of me in. My boyfriend struggles to fit even half of me inside him."

Sue grinned and said. "That won't be an issue with me. And be as rough as you like. I'm not fragile, sweetheart." Scott increased the speed of his thrusts and fucked her harder. Both of them grunting and groaning loudly, as the slapping sounds of their sweaty, colliding bodies filled out the room, and the rest of the house.

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Peter pushed his key into the lock to unlock the door to his home, but found the door already unlocked. As he stepped inside Pete could hear some moaning coming from his mother's bedroom.

'Just great!' he thought, sarcastically. 'She's already home, fucking some other poor guy. How am I ever going to get any coursework done now?'

He decided to plug some earbuds in, hoping to god they covered up all the sounds of his mother and her new fuck toy getting it on. But he had left his buds upstairs in his bedroom, which was right next to his mother's, but if he was quick about it, he could escape without hearing too much the sounds of sex coming from his mother and her new lover.

On his way up the stairs he could hear the sound of the guy's voice. His high pitched moaning and groans. He sounded like he was in a whole other world of pure pussy pleasure. Poor guy, Pete thought. Next week, she'll have moved on, and he'll be just another discarded toy she left behind. Heartbroken at being thrown out like yesterday's newspaper. That was how his mother treated all her guys. And then they'd desperately try to win her back.

Then Pete heard his mother's voice, "Oh! Fuck yes! Fuck me with that big hard cock, Scott!"

What Pete heard next froze him on the spot! He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was his own effeminate boyfriend's voice, answering her back. "I love you! Oh fuck me! I love you, Sue! Oh my god! Your ('huff' 'huff') pussy feels fucking incredible. Gaaaah!" The slapping sounds got louder, faster, even more desperate.

Pete was heartbroken by what he was hearing. Not again! This was his worst nightmare come true. This was his sweet, kind handsome, boyfriend Scott. The love of Pete's life, with his mother, fucking cheating on him! Eyes now watering, heart now racing, Pete marched up the rest of the stairs, and towards his mother's bedroom, where he barged through Sue's open bedroom door to find his boyfriend Scott's cock thrusting fast and hard inside his naked mother's pussy.


"How could you!?" He demanded. A shocked Scott turned to see his boyfriend inside this woman's bedroom. 'Shit! How did he find me here!?'

'Calm down, Pete' Sue said.

"What!?" both Pete and Scott shouted at the same time, but harboring different questions.

Pete wondered how his fucking slut of a mother had discovered another one of his boyfriends, and how she had managed to seduce him and him back home to fuck senseless.

Scott meanwhile was wondering how Sue knew his boyfriend. Scott began to back away from Sue, unsure what he was going to tell Pete. But Sue wrapped her legs and arms around him to keep him in place, and continued to fuck herself on his cock which was already very close to erupting inside her. Sue began to cum, and her twat squeezed the whole length of Scott's cock. Showing him new heights of ecstasy.

He never stood a chance.

Scott, unable to control himself, let out a loud euphoric moan in response. He couldn't help himself.

"Scott!" Pete shouted at him, not believing his eyes and ears.

"I'm sorry babe, it just feels so good!" Scott cried. He couldn't hold back anymore and despite trying with his whole might not to, a huge build up of ejaculation exploded out of Scott's twitching cock and into Sue's quivering pussy. Her tight walls squeezing and spasming around him. "Oh shit! Aaaaah! Fuuuck!" Pete looked on horrified, as Scott moaned and emptied an enormous amount of cum into Sue.

"Oh yeah! That's it! Hmmphf!" Sue moaned as she felt Scott's thick cock twitching deep inside her. Another man brought to heel by her hungry pussy. Scott's body collapsed on top of hers, exhausted.

Sue turned to look at her son, feeling satisfied. "It's your fault, you know." Pete gawped at her. Incredulous at what he was hearing and seeing. "If you weren't such a size queen, this wouldn't happen. But this stud's cock was made for breeding. And we're just getting started here. Aren't we, Scott?"

Scott gazed up, still feeling a little dazed, only half aware of what was going on around him. "What?"

Sue smiled at him. "Did you enjoy that? Do you want to fuck me again? Or do you want to leave with Pete? You can go with him if you want. It's entirely up to you, stud."

Scott didn't respond for a moment. But not because he was trying to decide what he wanted to do. The truth was he was still coming down from the amazing sex he had just had, it took him a moment to comprehend Sue's words.

"I want to stay here with you," Scott smiled and told her before kissing her lips, his effeminate voice seeming so odd given where he was and what he was saying. His cock was still completely buried inside Sue, and now it was beginning to inflate again. Sue giggled and wiggled her hips. "I can tell."

Sue turned towards her son. "You see, Pete. I get them all in the end.

Peter turned and left in a tearful rage; he could hear the slapping sounds of his mom working his former lover’s big spent cock back awake. Pete left the house. He couldn't stay there right now. Pete knew they wouldn’t be done until late tonight, and by then his ex-boyfriend would be an unrepentant pussy hound, just like all his exes.

 

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[MikeT008]

I wrote this one recently.



The Old Fashioned Way


Part 1


"Craig... have you ever thought about having children?" Brain asked his husband as they sat on their couch watching TV one Friday evening. Brian was an extremely successful and well-paid Ad Executive, while Craig had his own clothing line. They lived in a nice apartment in New York city, and never had to worry about being able to pay their bills at the end of the month. By some standards they were living the good life. But there was something missing. Something that they both knew would make their little family complete.

"Of course I have." Craig smiled as he leaned back into his husband's embrace. "Hell, when we were in high school I decided what our first son's name would be." He admitted which made Brian grin.

"And what did you pick?"

"Toronto." Craig said simply, which made Brian laugh out loud as he remembered the night the two of them snuck off to see a punk rock band, called New Found Glory, in Toronto for the weekend. It was a lot of fun until they came back home and they had both been grounded by their parents for two weeks.

"Nice name." Brian really loved that Craig still thought about those things. That he had known even in high school that they would still be together. But that begged the question... "So why have we never talked about them before? You know, us having kids?"

Craig turned around to look at his husband, while reaching for the remote to turn the television off. "Probably because we've both been too busy wrapped up in our careers." He said slowly. "Is that something you want to talk about? The idea of us having kids?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Brian had always wanted children in his life but he just wasn't sure how they'd fit in. Craig was in the office from dawn until dusk most days, even longer when Fashion week was a few weeks away. Brian flew off to meet clients and deal with his ad campaigns at least one weekend a month. Kids would be hard to fit into their hectic schedule, even though he really did want to be able to figure out a way.

"Well... we can talk about it now." Craig said, hoping it might bring them around to perhaps actually having one. "If... we were to have kids. What would you want to do? Surrogacy or adoption?"

"Well it seems cruel to bring another person into this world when there are so many out there that want and need a loving home... but at the same time." Brian's voice trailed off, wistfully. He'd always wanted a child of his own, one that was biologically his. He had resigned himself to giving up on that dream when he was in college.

"I've always dreamed about a small half-Greek child running around with a head full of black curly hair... just like his father." Craig, who himself was a natural blond, admitted softly, and Brian's eyes widened.

"What? You'd want me to father a child biologically?" Brian asked, and Craig nodded.

"I love you Brian... nothing would make me happier than to raise a child with you that has your looks and charm."

After another hour or two of discussing their options, and then a round of 'If we're gonna have a baby, we might as well get in all the sex we can' sex, they finally fell asleep together. Curled up into each other as they both dreamed of what the next day would bring them, and hoping that it might possibly bring them a baby.




They usually spent their evenings at home alone. Because of their careers, whenever they had a night when they weren't both busy doing something work-related, they wanted to spend it together. But every Saturday, unless there was a work-obligation such as a fashion shoot, or a business trip, they'd spend the evening with their best friends: Emma and Trish, a lesbian couple who lived close by, and had become their best friends. The two women had gotten married about a year after Craig and Brian did with each of them stepping in as their "Best Men" It was an intimate and private ceremony - only close family and friends were in attendance as opposed to the large lavish affair that Craig and Brian had put on. Emma's Abuella had even come around a little bit. She wasn't so happy that her Latino granddaughter being so open about her relationship and love she had for her blonde haired, blue eyed lesbian lover, Trish, but she had been talked into attending by Emma's mother and father, and everyone was glad that she had. Because when she saw how much love there was between the two young women, she quickly changed her tune and accepted their union. Trish wasn't a very bright young lady, but what she lacked in brains, she made up for with her big heart and beautiful features. She was very easy for anyone to fall in love with.


The two couples loved each other, without a doubt in the world. But they also knew that leaving Emma and Craig in the same room for too long would always lead to shouting, insults and a crying Trish. So they kept their distance throughout the week, unless there was a reason the two of them should be together alone. This Saturday night, it was Craig and Brian's turn to host as the ladies came over to their house for dinner.

Things had been going great for the first half of dinner, but Brian's excitement over the prospect of becoming a father won out over his self-restraint and he blurted out that they were searching for a surrogate right as Emma was taking a sip of her wine, which caused her to choke and spit it out, snuffing the lit candles adorning the table; which was a good thing because in her excitement at hearing this news, Trish knocked both the candles over onto the table in a clumsy attempt to give Craig and Brian a hug. "I'm so happy for you two!" She launched herself at them.

Emma was dumbstruck. "You two are having a baby?" She said after she got her coughing under control.

"Yes we are. We both want a child and we've figured now that we're both in an ideal place with our careers that its time." Brian said happily, Craig rolled his eyes at his husband. He wanted to keep it a secret for a little while, at least until they had found a surrogate, but Brian-the-Blurter couldn't contain his excitement.

"We just need to find a surrogate to carry the baby for us." Craig told them and then Trish said something that shocked every other person in the room.

"I'll do it!" She announced. "Let me be your baby baker." Emma unfortunately had just taken another sip of her wine and started choking again. Brian's eyes were alight with joy and happiness, while Craig began immediately trying to figure out a way of politely declining Trish's offer.

"Uhh, Trish. Don't you think we should discuss this first?" Emma said her voice rough from all the coughing she'd been doing the past few minutes. Trish just shrugged her shoulders.

"It'd be their baby Emma. After nine months, our lives would go back to the way they are now." Emma shook her head.

"It doesn't matter; we still need to discuss it..." Emma couldn't believe what her wife was suggesting. It's not like it never occurred to her that Trish would want to surrogate for Craig's child. Those two were incredibly close, and if weren't for their opposing sexualities, Brian and Emma might have been worried that they were too close, but as it was, they felt safe.

"Trish, we can't ask you to do something like this..." Craig said, not wanting Trish or Emma to feel that he was endorsing this in any way.

"Why not, Craig?" Brian asked, which caused Emma and Craig to stare at him as if he had grown a second head. "If Trish wants to do this for us... why can't we let her?"

"Because it's not something you just offer up to your friends without talking to your wife about it first." Emma hissed and Craig nodded in agreement.

"Not to mention that we haven't even decided what type of surrogate we wanted..." Craig loved Trish fiercely, he really did. He loved that she was able to go through life without seeing the horrors that life had thrown their way. He loved her imagination and her ability to be optimistic about any situation, but he wasn't. This was a big decision, and not one they could make so hastily. Yes he and Brian wanted a child, but Trish was also his friend. His best friend, and he cared about her too, and both pregnancy and surrogacy, were huge decisions that shouldn't be rushed into.

"Why would we want anyone besides Trish?" Brian asked, flabbergasted. "Trish is one of our best friends. She's willing to do this for us. It's better than having to pay some rando to carry our child... someone we don't know and can't trust like we do with her." Brian reasoned and Trish nodded.

"Plus this may be the only chance I have, to have a baby." Trish said softly. "I want to do this for you." She said, not looking at Emma as she did so. Emma looked at her wife, hurt tinged all over her face.

"What do you mean this may be your only chance?" Emma asked. They hadn't actually talked about children... and she wasn't completely opposed to the idea of the two of them having children in the future, but she certainly didn't want to have them right now.

"Well we've never talked about kids... I thought you didn't want them." Trish said, softly.

"Just cause I haven't mentioned wanting kids... doesn't mean I don't want them, Trish." Emma said softly. "But we're nowhere near ready for them." She argued. They didn't have as lavish of careers as Brian and Craig did, and sometimes they still had trouble paying rent at the end of the month.

"Maybe we should table this until you two have had a chance to talk..." Craig suggested, not liking the feeling that he's intruding in his own home.

"No. I want to do this." Trish was stubborn, and she didn't want to take back her offer, just because Emma was upset by it. "You two want a baby, and I want to give you one." She said and the two men sighed while Emma shook her head, dismayed.

"This is ridiculous. So you're just going to get knocked up by Baby Face, here," using the nickname Emma often used to tease Craig, "no matter what my opinion on the matter is?" Emma said incredulously. She couldn't believe that her wife was making a decision like this without her input.

"Brian's going to be the father." Craig interjected, but Emma and Trish barely noticed Craig's correction.

Trish nodded. "Yes. Craig and Brian have done a lot for us over the years. This is my chance to repay them." She said adamantly.

It was true, Craig and Brian had helped their friends out financially a number of times. Emma hated the fact that she and Trish couldn't always provide for themselves and occasionally had to rely on their friends to bail them out in tough times.

Refusing to give up her case, Emma said, "Trish... you realize this wouldn't be your baby right? It'd be theirs. You wouldn't be raising it." She said, trying to get her wife to see reason, trying to get her to understand why she wasn't okay with the whole situation.

"Yea, I wouldn't be its mother. I'd be Aunt Trish. Just like you'd be Aunt Emma. They'd do all the hard stuff, and we'd get to spoil the kid to death... where's the downside?" Trish said and Emma gave her a small smile.

"I just don't want you getting hurt once the baby is born and you can't take it home..." She said, knowing how depressed Trish could get when she didn't get her way.

"Besides, I'm sure we'll take it home at some point. Craig and Brian are going to need some nights to themselves...and we'll get to babysit!" She said happily. Craig and Brian had just been sitting on their side of the table looking at each other as if they were intruding on a private moment. Finally Craig spoke up.

"I think we all just need to think about this." He said quietly. "There's no need to rush into anything right this second, and it's not like we can get Trish pregnant tonight." Craig said jokingly. "Even if we do go through with this, we'd still have to find and hire a specialist doctor to inseminate her..."

"No!" Trish shouted from where she was sitting. "No clinical stuff. Science shouldn't go into making a baby." She harrumphed and crossed her arms in front of her. "We'll do it the old fashioned way.












"You want to do WHAT!?" Craig exclaimed not sure if he had heard her right.

"Not happening!" Emma told her outright. "You are not having sex with Brian!" Emma said, putting her foot down. "Absolutely not! She might not be able to convince Trish not to do this, but she definitely wasn't going to let her wife cheat on her with a man, any man, whether he was gay or not!

"Creating babies using science is unnatural." Trish said and refused to hear differently. "They're experiments, and I'm not going to give birth to a experiment!" She argued with them using her own special brand of logic that left the three of them flabbergasted. She was the only one in the room with any real experience with the opposite sex, so the subject wasn't nearly as taboo or awkward to her.

"Okay now we seriously need to talk about this as couples... individual couples. We can't make this decision right now." Craig said, looking at Brian for confirmation. He knew he had it from Emma.

"I'll do it." Brian says quietly and everyone turns to look at him - only Trish's face was excited about this announcement.

"You can't be serious, Brian!" Craig yelled, and Emma shook her head at the idea.

"Not happening!"

Ever since high school, Brian had been sure that he was primarily attracted to other guys. While he'd had a couple of girlfriends during his Freshmen and sophomore years, to try keep his sexuality a secret, he had gone no further than some heavy kissing with them. He could appreciate their physical beauty, from an objective point of view, but there was no real chemistry there. Admittedly, he had wondered, on occasion, what sex with a woman would feel like, but not enough to explore those thoughts further, and certainly not enough to betray Craig's trust in him. It was more of a mild curiosity.

"If Trish and I have sex...and She gets pregnant, and then we get to bring home a baby 9 months later. Where's the problem here?" He asked, oblivious to the reasons why his husband would object to the idea. It's not like there's any risk to our relationships involved. I am a gay man, and she's a lesbian. It's strictly about getting her pregnant.

Emma slapped her forehead. "There's a huge problem. I'm not letting my wife have sex with a MAN! " She shouts and Trish turned to look at her.

"So you decide what I can and can't do?" Trish challenged, to which Emma just scoffed.

"I don't decide what you can do, but as your wife, I get to certainly decide who you can't do, and what I'll accept as your wife." Emma tells her. "You're my wife, Trish, you havig sex with Brian would be cheating!"

"Not if you don't consider it to be cheating." Trish argued. "If you look at it like I'm just doing a friend a favor, with your permission, then it's not really cheating." She said simply and this made Craig and Emma both bang their heads against the table in unison.

"This is a joke, isn't it? Something you two have arranged between you to wind us both up? You can't seriously be suggesting that this ridiculous idea should actually happen?"

"I'm being serious." Trish informed them.

"Me too," replied Brian, who then turned to smile at her.

It took another 45 minutes for Emma and Trish to finally leave the gay couple's apartment. During those 45 minutes Trish had kept insisting that it wouldn't actually be cheating, no matter how much her wife claimed otherwise.

Afterwards however, Craig and Brian were busy cleaning up from dinner; neither one of them were talking to the other. They just had a huge bombshell dropped on them and neither of them knew quite how to approach the subject now that Trish and Emma had gone home. Every few minutes, one of them would stop what they were doing, take a deep breath as if they were about to say something, and then just shut their mouths without saying anything at all. Finally, it was Brian who broke the awkward silence between them.

"Will you just say what you're thinking? This silence is bothering me." Brian pleads with his husband. He doesn't want to be on the outs with Craig, but nor does he want to give up the great opportunity that Trish was offering them.

"I can't believe you want to cheat on me... and with Trish, of all people!" Craig said, shaking his head. "I could understand if it was with another guy or something… at least they have the right body parts." He told him bitterly.

"I don't want to cheat on you. This isn't a way for either of us... Trish or I to cheat on either of you. It's a way of creating a son or daughter, for you and I to share and raise together." Brian smiled gently, trying to reason with his worried partner.

"But you'd be sleeping with a woman, Brian. With my best friend. Doesn't that seem weird to you?" Craig asked and Brian shrugged.

"It's not like I've never been a little curious about what it'd be like." He admitted and Craig couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What? So you really do want to have sex with her?"

Brian shook his head. "Don't think of it as me wanting to have sex with anyone other than you. Because I don't. I just... wouldn't be opposed to creating this baby the old fashioned way, they way Trish has insisted on us doing."

"I can't believe you!"








Across town from where Craig and Brian were having their argument, Emma and Trish were having one of their own, along much of the same lines as their friends.

"I don't want you sleeping with Brian!" Emma yelled at her wife as they walk across the threshold to their small apartment.

"But Emma... it's the only way to have this baby."

"No, it's the only way you have decided you will have this baby, which by the way no one has decided is happening!" She added to the fire. "Craig's not comfortable with this idea, and I'm definitely not comfortable with this idea..."

"But you're not the ones who are going to be having sex!" Trish argued. "Brian and I would be, and neither of us have a problem with it."

"But I do have a problem with it," said Emma. "I don't like the idea of my wife sleeping with a man. It scares me."

"But why, Emma?" Trish asked. She really wanted to do this and couldn't figure out why her wife didn't like the idea. All she wanted to do was help give Craig and Brian a child.

"What if you decide that you want to start having sex with men regularly, or all the time? I couldn't handle it if you decided to leave me because you realized that you liked cock better than what I could give you."

"That's never going to happen. I love you and no one else, not even Brian could get me to leave you."

"But how do you know that?" Emma asked quietly.

"Because I've loved you ever since the day we met. I've had sex with men before, and I have no desire to leave you so I can do it again. You are the only person that I love and nothing is going to change that."

The next day Emma and Craig went out for coffee. Brian had a business trip he had to go on that evening so he stayed home to pack. Trish had a shift at the diner where she worked so it was just the two of them, and for once in their friendship they were on the same side of an argument. By the time Emma got there Craig had already been waiting there for 20 minutes and had finished his entire frozen latte. She sat down at Craig's table after getting her own coffee and let out an exasperated sigh of frustration.

"Long night?" Craig asked after seeing his friend who looked frustrated.

"The longest." She said. "I can't believe they want to do this..this thing." Emma threw her arms in the air. "Are they crazy? I mean, seriously? They want to fuck around… with both of us knowing about it, even though neither of us wants this to happen?" She groaned.

"Brian tried to convince me last night that it'd be a good thing to use Trish as a surrogate… tried to extol all the benefits of using her…. But for some reason all I can think about is the two of them having sex together."

"I can't even imagine how it would play out. I'm not even sure Brian would be able to get it up for her." Craig said in hushed tones.

"Trish would have a gay ol'time. He wouldn't be her first. But I definitely don't want her to. The only dicks that are allowed anywhere near her now, are mine and they're made of rubber and plastic." Emma told him, and Craig rolled his eyes.

"More information about your sex life than I ever needed to know, Emma." He groaned, but without any emotion behind it. At this point, he'd rather listen to Emma talk endlessly about her and Trish's sex life, than to go along with this stupid idea of his husband, and her wife breeding.

"You love it Baby Face, and you know it."

"What I would love, is to be able to make this decision between me and Brian…. And not have had the huge debacle from last night." He groaned.

"But we did have the huge debacle from last night, so what are we going to do?" Emma asked, and then bit her lip. "So we have a few different options… They all focus on whether or not Trish is going to do this for you guys." She says diplomatically. "I guess that's the first thing… Brian and Trish are clearly all for it…. Are we?"

Craig shrugged and shook his head. He had no idea if he was up for it at all. He wanted to have a baby with Brian, but he didn't like the idea of Trish physically having sex with his husband to make it.

"If it wasn't for the whole 'let's do it the old fashioned way', I probably wouldn't have a problem with it." he told her.

"Same."

"So what do we do now?"

"I think they're going to have to have sex." He said resigned to it.

"What?!" She shrieked causing a few patrons to look their way. Craig glared at her and told her to keep her voice down.

"They want to do this, Emma. Nothing we say is going to stop their quest to bring a baby into the world now that the idea is in both of their heads."

"So we're just supposed to go along with this crazy idea? Let them go off into a room and fuck while we sit in the living room trying not to think about it?"

"Of course not! We're not going to just let them fuck without us being there to supervise." Craig said, as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. Emma on the other hand looked mildly impressed.

"Who knew you had a voyeuristic streak in you?" Emma said wiggling her eyebrows which caused Craig to groan.

"I have no desire to watch my husband sleep with someone else, especially a woman, but if we're going to do this, they're not doing it in secret."

"So we what? Watch them have sex, and leave after it's done like nothing happened?" Craig shrugged.

"Do you have a better idea?" He wondered and she sighed and shook her head.

"No, but that doesn't mean I have to like this plan."

"I don't like it either, but it's either this... or have them both angry at us, and maybe even then they'd go behind our backs to fulfill this ridiculous plan."

They both left the coffeehouse soon after they came to the conclusion that their spouses were going to fuck, no matter what they said to discourage them. But they both agreed that they would all have to sit down and hammer out the details of the situation as well as the pregnancy. Brian would be back from his trip on Thursday morning, so they decided that they'd all get together at Craig and Brian's once again to decide upon specifics, and to let all parties know the conditions that Craig and Emma insisted on before they would agree to the proposed affair.




It was Saturday, the day usually saw the two couples hang out and have dinner together. But this Saturday was going to be very different; Brian and Trish would be fucking... strike that. They would be trying to make a baby together tonight. Trish and Brian reassured their respective partners more than once that they were just doing this to make a baby. Neither of them wanted to cheat on them which is what would have happened if they had sex for any reason besides to make a baby. So after a few days, Emma and Craig resigned themselves to the fact that this was going to happen. On the day itself, everyone was feeling a little nervous.

"You don't have to watch us if it's going to make you uncomfortable." Brian told his husband.

"I need to Brian. If you're in there alone… it will feel too much more like cheating." Craig confessed and Brian nodded his understanding. Emma didn't say anything, but she had let Trish know multiple times that it she wasn't happy they were going to do this, and like Craig, there was no way they were doing this without her being there to supervise the whole ridiculous thing.

"All right. But you two can't say anything. Neither of us will be able to do what we need to do with a running commentary from the peanut gallery." Brian told Craig and Emma. They said nothing but nodded in agreement, and followed Trish and Brian into the spare bedroom. Craig made it crystal clear that there was no way this was going to take place in his and Brian's own bedroom. This was only going to happen in the spare bedroom.

The actual act was awkward for everyone involved. Well everyone except for Trish. She seemed to have missed having a cock between her legs.

They started off slowly. They each took off their own clothes, and got onto the bed and under the cover.

Modesty probably should have gone out the window due to the nature of the night, but the knowledge that their own partners were also in the room watching them made it hard to just relax and let nature take its course. Brian had no idea what to do next. He'd never had sex with a woman before. The furthest he had gone was kissing his girlfriend; Sophie Moore, during his sophomore year in high school. Was he supposed to get her aroused somehow? Was he allowed to touch her... anywhere? There were so many questions running through his head that he didn't even stop thinking when Trish's hand made its way under the blankets and wrapped around his cock.

"Oh!" He gasped, when he felt her small delicate hand grip his soft thick cock, rubbing it up and down to try make him hard. And sure enough it worked. Soon enough he was completely erect. She knew exactly what to do with her hand as she circled her thumb around his head every time she pulled up Brian felt a little guilty about it because it was feeling really good. But any guilt went away when he looked into Trish's face and saw her sweet face smiling back at him.

Craig looked on feeling mortified, watching the blonde busty woman stroke his husband's cock. Brian had always been a pretty vocal, and hearing those soft moans being made for someone else left Craig feeling awful. In some ways he imagined this probably felt even worse than he supposed being cheated on behind his back, would feel. At least then he wouldn't have this image so clearly etched on his mind as a permanent reminder.

Emma watched on, perturbed, seeing her wife use her skillful hands to satisfy a man. That hand was usually used on her, to make her pussy feel good. Trish's small delicate fingers that would rub up and down over her clit and inside against her g-spot, were now being used to pleasure a man's penis instead.

Now that Brian was completely hard, Trish had a satisfied smirk on her face. Gay or not, he wasn't immune to her wiles. When she let go of him, Brian felt it was his turn to do something to his new, blonde sex partner. He let his hand wander under the covers until he found her leg and trailed it up her thigh until he reached something warm and moist. 'That must be it.' He thought to himself. He let his finger feel around her parts and when they came across the soft, tiny pleasure nub, her clit, Trish shivered a little at the touch, and began to quietly moan.

As Brian's fingers explored the rest of his lesbian friend's vagina, he paid close attention to her reactions. Depending on how long it would take Trish to get pregnant, they may have to do this a few more times and he wanted to know what he was doing. Once he found her pussy hole, he slipped a finger inside, he could feel that she was already wet. And it was there just for him. He had been the cause. He marveled at how warm, smooth and tight her snatch felt around his finger.

Trish was aroused because of him and it made him feel quite proud of himself. Oddly, it also made him feel quite manly for some reason. He groaned in awe as he slid his fingers deeper into her wet tunnel, shifting his position above her so he had a better angle to work with. He let his mouth fall to the base of her neck and began to kiss her there as if by instinct; really it was. Craig had garnered quite a scarf collection over the years, because Brian loved to suck on his lover's neck when they were making out. It made him feel so connected to his partner, even more so than anally penetrating him.

"No hickeys!" Emma called out from where she and Craig were sitting in the corner of the room. It was hard for them to watch their partners doing to someone else what they usually reserved for each other. Neither one of them would admit it to anyone else, but they had grabbed each other's hand in comfort when Brian had crawled on top of Trish's naked body. Craig heard Trish giggle at something Brian must have said to her, that Craig couldn't quite hear, and he wanted to stop the whole thing right there. Only Emma squeezing his hand gave him enough strength to hold on.

When Brian heard Emma's remark about hickeys he lifted his head and looked back at the pair and growled. "No more comments from the peanut gallery." He warned them. If they were going to do this he was going to do it right. That's when he lowered his head and kissed Trish passionately.

Brian found himself surprised by how much he was enjoying the kiss. Trish's lips felt surprisingly soft against his own. He could tell that she was enjoying their kissing just as much because of the urgency evident in her movements. He could even hear the sound of her heart rapidly beating away inside her chest. Before long they were probing each other's mouths, tongue wrestling back and forth in a sweet dance. Their two spouses completely forgotten about in the heat of the moment.

At some point over the next few minutes they both moved further down the bed, so that Trish was lying flat on her back, looking up lustfully at Brian. Right then, she looked incredibly sexy to Brian. He felt the urge to kiss her again, and as he did so, her arms came up to trail across his chest. Before long Trish let her hand trail down Brian's shirtless body once more and grasped his cock as she spread her legs wide and pulled him closer towards her.

"C'mon." she says indicating that it was time to get on with the main event. It was time for them to make a baby together.






Out of instinct, Brian was just about to grab a condom that he and Craig kept in their bedside drawer. But for one thing, they weren't inside their own room at the moment..And for another it would have defeated the purpose of this whole enterprise. It was just something that had been ingrained in his mind since he was a child, always use a condom, and as such, had never had unprotected sex before. But for this particular event, he was specifically required not to use one. Nor, he suddenly realized, would he be needing any lube for this. Trish clearly was wet enough for the both of them. So with a steady breath, and with his husband nervously watching on, Brian grasped his cock, and slid himself inside Trish's warm pussy.

Immediately he noticed the stark differences between fucking Craig and fucking Trish. Her pussy was hot. Very hot...Although not quite as tight as Craig's ass was. At least at the opening, which is where the tightness of Craig's ass was solely focused. That's not to say that Trish's pussy was loose, by any means. Brian would argue that this level of tightness felt just about right for him, in fact. Craig's ass was a little too tight to be considered ideal for Brian, as he found it difficult to come inside him. His cock always felt a little squished while he was inside his boyfriend. However, Trish's pussy had felt like slipping into a warm velvet glove, with just the right amount of grip inside, and he could feel it all along the full length of his dick. Trish's vagina was an ideal match for Brian.

He must have spent too long thinking about the differences because suddenly Trish groaned in frustration and slapped him on the shoulders to encourage him to start moving inside her. So that's what he started to do. Back and forth in shallow strokes, nothing too quick or deep. Craig and Emma watched on in anguish as their married partners began to move rhythmically against another body that wasn't theirs. This was it. There was no coming back from it now. Brian and Trish were actually having full on sexual intercourse while their partners looked on, anxious and disturbed by everything they were witnessing.

Clearly Trish was enjoying this way too much to consider the feelings of her wife and best friend. Surprising every other person there, Trish held on to Brian and flipped the two of them over then she straddled him and began to ride Brian's cock fervently​​​​​​. It was obvious that Trish had done this before. Her lower body moved in smooth circular motions so expertly above Brian while her pussy continued to grip and manipulate his cock inside her. She was apparently very good at this, even if she was a little out of practice. She moved her body up and down on top of Brian, his cock reaching new depths and hitting new spots that it hadn't earlier, completely unfamiliar with the new sensation of having the full length of his cock enveloped and massaged inside the warmth of another body. Craig's ass had felt nothing at all like this.

Brian looked up at her and saw her breasts wobbling around to the motion of her body, and he became transfixed with them. He'd always wondered about boobs, what they might feel like, how they moved during sex. Craig had 7% body fat and his chest was all muscle, but Trish... she actually had breasts and curves that he could reach out and grab on to.

And so he did. He reached his hands up to feel her large tits, to grab them in his hands. To finally try and understand what straight men have been worshiping for eons. His fingers padded over her smooth skin and soft nipples every time she thrust down onto his cock - it made her gasp every time.

They continued to fuck in this rhythm, but everyone knew it wasn't going to last much longer. Both lovers were visibly close to climaxing. Trish reached her peak first and her pussy began to rapidly convulse around Brian's very sensitive tool. Brian could no longer hold back himself and was soon coming too. Trish could feel herself being filled with his potent seed. She kept on riding Brian until he was completely spent, at which point she rolled off of him and lay down on her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, having heard from a sketchy source that doing so would help the conception.

In a state of shock, no one said a word. Emma and Craig were both quite stunned at what they had just witnessed, and Brian was still recovering from his mind-shattering orgasm. His husband Craig hoped with all his might that the conception had worked on the first try. He didn't know if he had the stomach to go through this dreadful experience again.


END OF PART 1

 

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PART 2

It didn't of course. It was now June 1st and this would be Brian and Trish's third time having sex together in front of their spouses. They'd been having sex once a month when Trish was at her most fertile, in hopes that it would take, alas without success. Everyone was getting worked into a tizzy.

"Are you two having sex at all during the week before they do this?" Emma asked the gay couple, over dinner one night. She looked at Craig, "because if you are, you're just ruining your own chances and forcing those two to have sex more often than they need to, you realize that?" She scoffed at them, and Craig and Brian both looked at each other a little guiltily. You need to save the seed if you want to do the deed.

"Fuck." They both uttered in unison and Emma slapped her hand against her forehead.

"You two are idiots, you know that?"

"We get it... we'll stop." Craig bit back at her.

"I think we need to do it more than just once a month." Trish said and everyone turned to look at her. "What? Some couples have sex every day and still have trouble getting pregnant, how are we supposed to do it when we only have sex once a month?" She asked and none of them could figure out a way to counter her seemingly soundproof logic, so that's what they did.

Over the next week, while Trish was at her most fertile, the four of them got together every night and spend it with Brian and Trish in the throes of passion. It had gotten marginally less awkward and more frenzied, each time they went through with it. For instance, Brian was hornier than ever, now that he was no longer having sex with his husband in the evenings, or masturbating in the shower, during the mornings. He was way too horny to play coy for their little audience. He was fast becoming familiar with the female form, and a new devotee. He no longer timidly felt out for Trish's pussy instead Brian just thrust right inside without reservation, happy to be back on top of Trish and enjoy her beautiful soft body. And as such, Trish didn't have to take charge of the situation all the time. So she just laid back and allowed herself to enjoy the moment, while Brian tried his damnedest to make her the mother of his child.

Trish had also developed a penchant for marking Brian. No matter what Craig or Emma told their spouses during those love making sessions, it never stopped Brian or Trish from doing exactly what they wanted. So each night Trish would go home covered in hickeys made by Brian. And Brian would go to bed with Craig, covered with bite marks from Trish all over his chest.


However, even after they had been having full on sex every night for a week straight, Trish still hadn't fallen pregnant. Everyone was feeling frustrated and finally Craig and Emma had to bring up the possibility that maybe they'd have to look into seeing a specialist after all.

"No! I'm not going to have some doctor plant Brian's seed in me with some cold metal contraption." She fired back, and while everyone tried to convince her, she stubbornly refused.

"Trish, we can't keep doing this." Brian said finally after their many conversations on the topic. "I think... if it doesn't take soon... we either have to face facts that we need a doctor... or Craig and I need to find another surrogate." He said, surprising both Craig and Emma. Trish was heartbroken at those words. She knew she would be pregnant if they kept on trying a little longer.

"But I still want to be your surrogate. I want to give you a baby, Brian" She cried out, tears were starting to leak from her eyes and it killed every person in the room.

"I know you do, Trish, but sometimes, we can't always get what we want. We'll find another way." Craig assured her. "We're not angry with you." He said, hugging her as she continued to cry. It was a testament to how much he hated seeing her cry that he didn't even flinch when she rubbed her nose in his Armani scarf.

"OK fine. But last try, please?" She begged. "I'll go to the doctor and have the artificial baby if we can't get it done after the next go, but please let's give it one more chance."

All three of them looked at each other and it was Emma who shrugged and nodded her head first. "Why not. They've fucked so many times already, what's once more?"

"Are you sure about that?" Craig asked.

"Yea. They can do it one more time." She told them. "Who knows maybe this time it'll work."





That 'one last time', turned in to one additional week. Seven more nights of unforgettable sex for Brian and Trish, Seven nights of whatever was left over with Trish for her wife.

And seven more days of masturbating for poor Craig, who was missing the intimacy he used to share everyday, with his husband, terribly.

The next week Craig and Brian had yet to hear any news regarding Trish being pregnant, and they were getting desperate and just wanted to have their surrogate be pregnant so they could start preparing for a child already. But it wasn't happening.

It was June 15th and they'd been having sex now, once a month for a couple of months, and then nearly every day for an additional two weeks, and yet nothing had worked. They were getting frustrated and when Emma arrived at their home on Saturday night sans Trish, she could tell.

"I get that you guys are upset about Trish not being pregnant, but c'mon; you knew it wasn't going to be easy." Emma tried to comfort her friend Craig, in the only way she knew how; it didn't work.

Craig checked the time on his watch before responding, wondering where Brian was, who should have been back by now.

"I know Emma, really I do. But it's been months and all that's happened is that our spouses have been fucking each other more often than they fuck us!" Craig is visibly upset and Emma shrugged, not quite understanding his torment. He and Brian haven't had any sex because it would hinder Brian's chances to conceive a baby with Trish. But Emma and Trish still could and did have sex as often as they had before.While it was true that Brian and Craig could have other forms of sex, as long as Brian doesn't ejaculate anywhere outside of Trish's vagina, to maximize the chance of conception, Brian and Craig could have enjoyed other forms of foreplay, but they knew themselves too well. They couldn't trust themselves not to go too far. So they remained completely celibate for the time being. Or rather, Craig did. Brian could still look forward to performing every evening, with Trish.

Craig was the only person out of the four of them feeling very horny and being able to do nothing about it except resort to some hand action by himself. This despite his gorgeous naked husband being in the same bed at the side of him, every night. It had been a torturous few weeks.

And truth be told, Craig was also getting worried that Brian might be enjoying this consensual fling with Trish a lot more than he was letting on. Brian couldn't hide his face from his husband, every time he entered Trish, and each time he came inside her. If Brian was sure of his homosexuality before, Craig wasn't sure it was still the case now. Would they be able to go back to the way they were before, once this was over?

"I just want this whole thing to be over." He confessed to Emma, not happy with the entire situation. she tried not to notice the tear rolling down his cheek.

"Hey..." She said, as she uncharacteristically pulled him into a hug. "It's gonna be okay. This thing... it is going to be over between them. They're not going to do it anymore, they've both agreed stop now, remember? "She said, and Craig nodded his head.

"I know, but still... my husband has been cheating on me with my best friend, of all people..." He lets out a snort. "I thought if he'd have cheated on me at all it'd have been with another man." He smirked and Emma shook her head. "I am worried that this experience might have changed him."

"I don't think so. Things'll soon get back to normal." Emma said, trying to reassure them both. "Brian can shoot into a cup and the doctors can get Trish pregnant that way, there's no need to get upset over it anymore." Craig laughed at Emma's choice of words.

Just then the door to Craig and Brian's apartment burst open and both Brian and Trish walked inside laughing and cheering, a bottle of champagne in Trish's hand and a bottle of vodka in Brian's.

"I'm pregnant!"

"She's pregnant!"

They both shouted in unison, and Craig and Emma both stopped what they were doing to look at the two of them who were already celebrating.

"What?" Craig asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. "How do you... I thought..."

"Well I missed my period last week, but I didn't want to get all your hopes up." Trish said grinning. "Brian was at the store though when I was buying a pregnancy test... We went back to our place, took it and well..." She dug around in her purse and pulled out a plastic baggie with a First Response digital pregnancy test inside with the word "pregnant" clearly displayed.

"Are you serious?" Craig asked as he grabbed the pregnancy test out of her hand and saw the word for himself. "Oh my God!" He shrieked and flung his arms around Trish and then quickly did the same with Brian. "We're gonna have a baby!" He couldn't believe it; Trish was actually pregnant with his and Brian's child.

"Wait! Craig paused. You missed your period last week!? Yet you've continued to have sex with Brian?" Craig looked a little confused.

"Yes, but it was still too early to be sure. My periods aren't always regular." Trish told him. But Craig wasn't sure she was being completely honest.


Then Brian jumped in. "when we found out she was pregnant, Trish and I decided that we needed to celebrate tonight!" He told his husband as he held up the vodka, and Trish held up the bottle of champagne. Brian quickly walked over towards their cabinets where their glasses were kept and pulled out four champagne flutes. He popped open the champagne bottle and filled three of them, while he filled the other with orange juice out of the fridge. He handed them out and smiled. "A toast!"

"Wait... should we be celebrating so soon?" Emma asked as she took her flute and held it gently. "I mean, we don't exactly want to jinx anything by getting too excited, right? The pregnancy test might be wrong..."

"Don't be a spoil sport Em." Craig rolled his eyes at her assumption that they might be wrong.

"Yea, think about it Emma, in 9 months they could have a baby." Trish said excitedly.

"And that's great. But if that test was a fluke, I don't want any of us getting our hopes up." She tried to reason with them.

"Well Trish and I bought a few more tests, we wanted to make absolutely sure that she was. Should we use them now to make sure?" Brian suggested.

"Let's." Craig agreed.

So Trish pulled out 4 more tests: all different brands. One by one they opened them up and she took the tests. They had to wait between 3 and ten minutes depending on the test, so Trish took the tests in order of time from longest to shortest. That way they'd all be done at about the same time.

Over the next ten minutes each of the pregnancy tests showed positive result for pregnancy. Trish was thrilled and Brian was ecstatic. All that hard work had paid off. Craig was also elated and Emma was still leery without having a doctor's official confirmation. But even she couldn't stop the three of them from celebrating when after all 5 tests had said Trish was pregnant.


"We're gonna be parents!" Craig said as he pulled Brian into an embrace after the last test came out positive.

Brian stole a quick glance across at Trish, feeling a mixture of pride and a little sadness that they'd accomplished what they had set out to do. It had been an amazing couple of weeks, and to be perfectly honest, Brian was beginning to feel something for her, something that ran deeper than where their usual friendship took them to. And with her now carrying his and her child, that bond felt ten times stronger than it had before. He'd really miss wrapping his arms around her soft delicate features. The rousing smell of her hair. Her soft feminine moans against his ear as he penetrated her, the feel of her soft lips against his own, and the way his body always felt so amazing while he was deep inside her.... Brian tried to clear his mind and focus on the moment.

They continued to celebrate over the next few hours, two of them in particular were having mixed feelings. Emma, Brian and Craig were drinking up the champagne and mixing drinks with the vodka. Trish had been perfectly fine with them drinking, even though she couldn't have any herself. Now that she had a baby inside of her, she wouldn't be able to drink, she wanted to take good care of her baby.







But as they celebrated, and the three who could drink, did so, Trish seemed to get more and more upset as the day went on. Her best friend Craig was the first to notice. She was sitting off in the corner of the room, sipping at the orange juice that Brian had poured her earlier. It was getting warm and icky, but she didn't seem to care. When Craig noticed that she was upset, he turned the music down that they had been playing and walked over to her.

"Trish, what's the matter? I thought you'd be excited?" He asked and she shrugged.

"I am… but now I don't get to have sex with Brian anymore." She says her voice full of sorrow. Craig practically choked on his drink, but covered it up well.

"But Trish… why would you want to keep having sex with Brian, if you're already pregnant? That was the whole point of this thing." He said, wondering what was going through her mind. While they were talking, Emma and Brian had noticed the little sub-group forming and they walked over as well.

"It was… but Brian has been really good." She said staring down at the floor. "I love you Emma… but sometimes… I miss having sex with a man. He made me feel... complete" She felt like she was about to cry.

"What are you saying, Trish?" Emma asked, getting very worried that her fears about Trish leaving her might be coming true.

"I want to keep having sex with Brian." She whispered to the room, and everyone inwardly groaned.

"But Trish... this was just supposed to be until you got pregnant... which you are now." Brian tried to reason with her, and perhaps convince with himself too. Trish had only vocalized what he had been feeling too.

"Just one more time then? Please?" She begged the three of them. She wanted at least to feel what it would be like between the two of them now that there wasn't the added stress of trying to create a baby.

Brian wanting it too, but not sure about how to respond without upsetting Craig or Emma, said, "I don't know..."

"No!" Craig and Emma interrupted him simultaneously.

But Brian surprised himself, took a deep breath, and slowly nodded his head. "Yes. We can do it." Both Craig and Emma whipped their heads to look at Brian.

"No!" Emma shouted. "Not happening. I was begrudgingly okay with all this so she could get pregnant... but she's pregnant now. There's no need!"

"She wants to." Brian said simply. "Are you going to deny her something she desperately wants, based simply on the fact that you're not comfortable with it?" He challenged his best friend.

"Please Em?" Trish begged, another tear rolling down her cheek.

"Trish, c'mon. This wasn't supposed to continue!"

"Think of it as celebration sex!" Trish tried. "One more time, and then it's over. Please?" She pleaded and Craig bit his lip.

"Emma, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked, pulling her away from his husband, and her wife. Once they were in the kitchen, and sufficiently far enough away from the other two that they could talk freely, he told her what he was thinking. "She's doing a lot for us, Emma. I'm not particularly happy with the idea, but what's one more time? They've had sex more times than I care to count. Why would this last time make any difference?"

"Because I don't want to lose her!" She cried out.

"Who are you going to lose her to? Brian? Ha! Fat chance. Brian might be okay with having sex with Trish to create this child, he might even be enjoying it a little but under no circumstance is he ever going to leave me for her." He shakes his head in amusement. Perhaps to convince himself, but he would be a lying man if he denied that the same troubling thoughts hadn't been keeping him awake at night.

"How do you know? We all know Trish is bi, even if she identifies as a lesbian most of the time. And clearly Brian isn't 100% gay like we all thought."

"Because Brian's told me, multiple times throughout the past few months that he would never leave me for anyone... especially a woman... even Trish. He loves me, just like Trish loves you. Neither of us have any reason to believe that this is more than what it is. A celebration, one last hurrah! One last time for either of them to get their rocks off with another body before they're back with us forever. This way at least we're aware of what's going on, and they're not creeping around in secret to do it. Give her this one last time. She'll thank you for it when she reminds you that she doesn't want to be with anyone else besides you for the rest of her life."

In the end, Craig gets Emma to agree to give Trish this last opportunity. They go back into the living room, and tell their partners this, and Trish is so excited that she springs into Emma's arms and gives her a kiss, then she dashes over to Brian and attaches her lips to his. Brian returned her kiss immediately.

Neither of them were expecting that, but Emma just had to keep reminding herself that Trish was her wife. Brian could give her some pleasure tonight, but Emma would be giving her everything she needed from then on.

Kissing Trish was something that was no longer foreign to Brian. Not anymore. Ever since the first night, Trish had practically demanded that he kiss her while they had sex. Now Brian had become as familiar with her mouth as he was with Craig's, and he loved every minute of it. Without so much as a word, Trish jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting his strength support the two of them. She was physically dry humping him in the air, and that knocked him off balance and he landed on the couch behind him.

"Whoa, Trish. Where did that come from?" He couldn't believe that she was so pumped up right then and there to do this. Usually they waited until it was later on in the evening, that way Emma and Trish could leave right afterwards to minimize any awkwardness, but it seemed as if she wanted to get started right away, today.

"I just want to get started!" She told him, excitedly. "You three have been celebrating all afternoon. Now it's my turn for some fun!"

With that she grabbed Brian by the hand and pulled them into Craig and Brian's very own bedroom. Emma and Craig just looked at each other and shrugged before they walked in as well. Craig didn't know how to feel about this thing, whatever it was, it was apparently going to take place in their room this time. Every other time it had been the spare bedroom, until today, that is.

By the time Emma and Craig had arrived in the bedroom, both Brian and Trish were naked and busy making out, with Trish pressing Brian into the mattress, taking control of all the work. Emma looked on with a new sense of relief - knowing this would be the last time those two would be doing this, had allowed her to see something new.

"You know... now that I think about it... those two are kinda hot when they're going at it." She whispered to Craig as they sit down in their usual seats for the show. If she was honest, seeing her wife being physical with a man did turn her on in a weird way. She had never given men much thought before, but seeing a man take control of Trish so completely, was really kind of hot. And the alcohol was only adding fuel to these startling feelings

Craig turned to her and gave her a look of incredulity. She just shrugged. "What? They are! I spent so much time worrying about this that I never got to enjoy it. But now that they're ending it after today..." She trailed off.

"You're insane. Just thought you ought to know." Craig told her shaking his head as he chuckles at Emma's big 180 degree turn around.

"What? Haven't you and Brian ever had a threesome?" She asked him quietly so as not to get on Brian's nerves about commentary for the umpteenth time. She had never quite been able to keep her mouth shut throughout the past few months, and it always bothered him.

"What? No!"

"Why not?" She asked him. He didn't really have an answer for her, so he stayed silent. "Would you want to?" Emma asked, and Craig shrugged.

"Depends on who would be the third party." He said, thinking of some of the hottest celebrity guys he'd met - yes met, because many of the men who filled his teenage fantasies were now wearing his designs on red carpets.

If they hadn't been drinking for the past few hours,they probably never would have had it in them, but because they were currently drunk on champagne and vodka, their inhibitions were lower, and they had no qualms about saying what was currently on their minds. Their spouses, after all, were currently engaged in some seriously heavy foreplay in front of them. They were both feeling a little insecure, a little jealous, and honestly, a bit curious about what sex must feel like with the opposite sex. On top of all that, Craig hadn't had any sex in weeks, and he was missing the intimate physical contact he'd had with his husband since their days back in high school.

It must be something awfully nice to make both Trish and Brian so go ga-ga over each other, he mused.

'Fuck it!' Emma thought, and leaned in and kissed Craig, pretty much the same way Trish had done to Brian earlier.




"What the hell are you doing, Emma?" Craig exclaimed which caused Emma to pull back.

"C'mon Craig. Aren't you fed up of being left out and forgotten about, like I am? I'm so over watching those two have all the fun, without giving us two a second thought.. You said you wouldn't mind a threesome." She cajoled, and Craig shook his head.

"With a MAN, Emma. Jesus!" He squawked. "Besides, this would just be two sets of twosomes, not a threesome." He couldn't believe Emma was even suggesting this, but they were both saved from further discussion when Trish and Brian stopped what they were doing and huffed in annoyance.

"Will you two just shut up or start fucking already?" Brian shook his head with a small laugh. "You're ruining our swan song!." He playfully glared at the pair of them, wanting to get back to his final experience with Trish. "You should just go for it, Craig. It's a lot of funphf.." his sentence was abruptly cut off by Trish's mouth covering on his own.

"Are you saying...?" Craig looked wide-eyed at his husband. "You want me to fuck Emma?"

Brian's mouth left Trish's to tell him, "If you want to. You should experience this at least once in your life, it's out of this world!"

With his husband's permission, Trish grinning at him behind Brian's back, and a willing Emma now trying to pull him on to the bed, Craig felt outnumbered and finally gave in to the peer pressure. "Fine," he grumbled.


Emma took that as permission and grabbed him by his tie before pulling Craig into a kiss that took his breath away, if only because it was somewhat unexpected. At least her tongue forcing its way into his mouth was unexpected; he kind of figured that they'd kiss while fucking at some point. But a horny, intoxicated Emma wasn't one waste time, and her hands were immediately fumbling with Craig's belt buckle. It wasn't long after that she had it undone and her hands were pushing his ridiculously tight skinny jeans down to his ankles.

Emma dropped to her knees and took Craig's cock into her mouth. A surprise to no one, it was still completely soft, and Emma wasn't used to dealing with anything penile shaped, being soft. Rubber dildos never went soft on you so she wanted to get him hard as quick as she could.

Suffice to say, it didn't take very long; after all, it had been weeks since Chris had last had sex with Brian, and Craig had never had a problem getting it up before, especially when a talented mouth and tongue were doing such wonderful things to his bell end. Craig found himself astonished that a woman could handle his dick as well as Emma evidently could. Emma was sucking on his dick as if she'd been doing so for the past ten years.

"God, Emma..." Craig groaned, and Brian perked his head up at the sound of his husband's desperate voice, having heard the same level and enthusiasm in Craig's moaning that usually only he got, but this time it was directed at the gorgeous, curvy Latina, who was on the floor in front of Craig deep-throating his penis. But Brian soon ignored the two of them, to focus his full attention on the blonde sexy bombshell that was Trish, taking one of her tits in his mouth and sucking on the brown nipple, already knowing from experience that it not only brought his husband pleasure, but over the last few weeks he had learned that it did mad things to Trish too. Her tits were even more sensitive than Craig's were, and Brian loved nothing more than to tease her large nipples with his tongue.

It was definitely going to be interesting in the morning, when they were all awake, and sobered up. But for now, it was just the four of them, letting their guards down and inhibitions disappear. No longer allowing themselves to be completely defined by the labels and sexuality that had previously described them. No one outside of their small little foursome was ever going to know what happened, so why couldn't they just enjoy themselves, enjoy this moment?

Craig was thinking about just that when Emma stopped sucking on his dick and pulled off her shirt. Craig had never been one to contemplate boobs before, but he'd certainly seen a lot of Trish's big ones over the past couple of months during these sessions, and he wondered just what they would feel like, he had decided not to ask Brian about them. He didn't want to encourage him. When Emma stood up, Craig thought 'what the hell' and decided to just go for it, and he squeezed Emma's tits gently, unsure of just how hard was acceptable or not. He loved how soft they felt in his hands. He had imagined that breasts would feel firm and cool, and maybe rubbery? But they felt nothing like that. They were very soft, smooth and warm in his hands.

"God Baby Face, I'm not a China doll..." She rolled her eyes at his hesitance, before gripping her own boobs over Craig's hands, and squeezed them harder, just the way she liked. Craig took this as permission to squeeze a little harder himself, get the full effect of what straight and bisexual men for millennia had been obsessing over.

Before he knew it, they were both naked on the same large bed that Trish and Brian were already fooling around on, and now all four of them were side by side. The gay couple were currently lying flat on their backs, while the lesbian couple straddled them above, and they started to give the two gay boys a wild ride they'd never forget. They rode the married couple as though were seasoned cow girls at the state fair. It was definitely bringing a whole lot of pleasure to the four of them, considering euphoric the moans and groans escaping Craig and and his husband's lips, as well as the gasps and feminine moans coming from Trish and Emma every time they sank back down onto their new partners large gay cocks.

"Whoever... came up... with this...idea..." Emma said, her breath ragged as she continued to ride Craig like a bronco, "...genius!" She gasped out, as her orgasm overtook her. But not being one to stop after just one, she kept going, kept riding an ecstatic Craig who was in another world of pussy pleasure. For the first time in weeks, he was having sex with someone again, although it wasn't with his husband, like he had expected. Looking at the blissful look on Brian's face, Craig could finally understand how Brian had been feeling. The usual bottom boy was getting an advanced lesson in topping someone for the first time, albeit with a lesbian doing all the teaching. It wasn't long before both gay men were creaming inside of their respective female partners.


"Oh God!"


"Fuck!"


"Shit..."


"Dear Lord!"


None of them were able to figure out who said what, and to be perfectly honest, none of them cared to. Once they had all come together, they paired off into their spousal couples. Craig and Brian spooning on one side, Emma and Trish on the other. It was a small bed for four people, but at that moment in time, they were all too depleted to care.

END OF PART 2

 

[MikeT008]

PART 3 / The Epiologue


That night was not, as they had previously agreed to, the last time they had given into their newly budding hetero desires. The new type of feelings that Brian and Trish, and Craig and Emma had found in each other, only continued to blossom over time, and debase both marriages. It was never planned out the way the things had unfolded, but over time. Brian and Trish found themselves moving into the spare bedroom full time, while Craig and Emma now shared the master bedroom together. Shortly after Craig's first time with Emma, Brian and Craig had decided to go somewhere alone to have sex together again. It had been a few weeks since the last time the gay couple were last intimate with one another. However, they quickly discovered that their heart just wasn't in it anymore. Especially Brian's.

Brian had been having regular sex with Trish now for several weeks, and he had grown to adore everything about her. Grown used to her feminine body. He now craved her, and only her. He was addicted to everything about her. Her smell, her taste, her heat. All of it. There was a deep hunger there for her that Brian had never known before. It overrode any lust he still had for his husband.

And the sex with Trish was the best he had ever known. As soon as he was alone and back kissing Craig's lips again, it just felt different now, and wrong. Like he was kissing his brother.

Craig just wasn't Trish, and Brian actually felt like he was cheating on her, despite being married to Craig, he was being unfaithful to Trish, by kissing someone who wasn't her.

Craig was going through similar feelings about Emma. He had found himself really enjoying their time together, and was excited to try lots more, lots of new things with her he wouldn't have been able to try with Brian. He could see in Brian's eyes that his heart and body belonged to Trish now. They were slipping apart. And what really hurt, was how much it didn't actually hurt. Craig knew that he and Brian would always love each other. They just weren't in love with each other, anymore.

Craig and Brian were no longer intimate at all with each other and spent all their intimate moments with their new girlfriends. They had had all their neighbors talking about them. Their neighbors, who were used to seeing the cute gay couple being affectionate with each other, but were now regularly seen holding hands and being coupled up with the two girls instead.

Of course they were, and always would be, great friends. Brian and Craig had always been close friends, even before they were lovers and that would be the case again from now on.

The final straw came when Emma had discovered that, like Trish, she had also fallen pregnant. Now that Emma was pregnant with Craig's child, both new couples realized it was time to make some big changes, and long term plans for the future. They decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if both married couples got a quick divorce and then Brian and Craig could marry their girlfriends. It was the sensible thing to do. The former gay couple would never have believed, just a couple of months ago, the situation they now found themselves in. They had become completely different people since then. And that was OK.

They knew their children deserved the best possible start in life. Brian and Trish were now looking for a place to raise their son together. They had agreed on splitting everything fifty-fifty, and Craig bought out Brian's half of their home, and would raise his baby daughter there with his new wife. They also knew they would be able to rely on uncle Brian and Aunt Trish to babysit for them, whenever they needed a break from being parents for a couple of hours. Just as Brian and Trish could depend on them too.

Brian and Craig were now fathers, just like they had always wanted, but not the way they could ever have imagined. Now they were husbands to two beautiful women who they thought the world of. When they broke the news to the rest of their family and friends, some took it better than others. Most of their gay and lesbian friends pretty much disowned them after hearing the horrible news. They just couldn't accept the idea that two same-sex couples had swapped partners and become parents. Sexuality just doesn't work that way, they told them. But Brian, Trish, Craig and Emma, were living proof otherwise. And they quickly got over the loss of some of their older friends, and made lots of new ones.

THE END
Thanks for reading ​

 

[superchaz]

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[MikeT008]

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

 

[superchaz]

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

Looking forward in your next story! Especially if the guys are big muscled hairy daddies ��

 

[MikeT008]

Looking forward in your next story! Especially if the guys are big muscled hairy daddies ��

I don't have anything planned at the minute, although I have a couple of story ideas written down.
Thanks for the kind words.

 

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[asiandylan]

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[asiandylan]

Hi,

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[MikeT008]

Locked Down​

By MikeT008​

Five weeks into the coronavirus lock down, and my resistance had finally cracked. My roommate, Becky, and I were broke as hell and we had recently been fired from our workplace at the local mall. The landlord, who was, rumor had it, a Mexican gangster, wanted his rent paid on time or else we were going to be in bad trouble. We had only a few days supply of food left too.

I shared an apartment with Becky, my bubbly best friend, and roommate, who had broken up with her boyfriend about a year ago. And now that we were both broke, single and about to be thrown out on the street, she came up with an outrageous idea. One I was dead set against upon first hearing it, but given the desperate situation we found ourselves in, we had few other options available to us, other than something insane like robbing a store or a bank, or something else ridiculous. Becky had, over the course of a few days, managed to convince me to do something I really didn't want to do. Something that went against my very nature.

It was Tuesday evening and after taking a shower to freshen up, I made my way to join Becky in the living room.

When I entered, Becky was seated in the couch wearing only a white tank top and a pair of pink, silk short shorts.

She was what an honest person would call 'very pretty and curvaceous'. And despite her petite frame, she had a large set of breasts on her. Not that I had ever seen them in the flesh, or would ever want to, but they're pretty obvious, sitting right there proudly on her chest. It's kind of hard to ignore them. They're just so big.

She had long coal black hair that she often kept tied back. Her face was smooth and still displayed the remains of the tan she was working on before our entire city was placed on lock down to stop the spread of Covid-19.

Her eyes were large, and a deep shade of blue. She had plump, light pink lips that would brighten up her whole face whenever she smiled. The rest of her body was perfectly tight and toned from years of dance and fitness classes.


"Oh! Gary, you made me jump." Becky said. She was straightening the room up, preparing it for the show.

"Hey sister." I replied and sashayed my way into the room, trying to make light of the situation despite my nerves.

"You might not want to call me that, after what we're going to be doing in a moment," she chuckled a little nervously.

"You have everything?"

"Yeah I do."

I took another long swig of my vodka and coke mix, to try settle my bubbling nerves a little.

In front of the couch was a table with a laptop that featured an integrated HD webcam. I sighed heavily, dreading doing what I had agreed to do with her. What we were about to do was going to be challenging for me, to say the least. I had grown to love Becky, but a like a sister. While I recognized that she was physically attractive, and she had lots of hot guys constantly vying for her attention, I just wasn't sexually attracted to her. Or to the female form at all. Personally, I liked strong, masculine, muscular, hairy bodies. I liked broad shoulders, big biceps, nice fat cocks, and thick, square buttocks.

She was the total opposite to all that. All female. Soft, smooth, curvy, petite, with a big pair of breasts, and a firm round ass. And she completely lacked my favorite toy of all, between her thighs.

"I've logged onto the site." Becky said. "We can go live whenever we're ready."

"Okay let's do it." I sighed, already feeling nervous.

"Are you absolutely sure?" She asked. "I know how uncomfortable this is making you feel. I have put a few keywords into the profile like "#twink" #gayBoy" "#gay2straight" "#GayGuyWithAWoman" and "#BigTits". That should help raise some interest and pull in a lot of views and earn some tokens. I've also set the goal high. We won't be playing for cheap, that's for sure. I've set it at 500 token increments."

"Tokens?" I inquired.

"Yes, tokens. Every token is worth 12 cents. One hundred tokens is worth $12.00. The site converts the tokens we earn into real money. They keep a portion of that amount, and they transfer the remaining sum into our bank account. I've already set it up with my account. You don't mind do you? "

"Then hopefully we can transfer some of the balance over to the landlord's account, and that's the rent taken care of. Hopefully we'll have enough left for bills and groceries," she said.


"Yeah. We need the money," I tried to swallow the lump forming in the back of my throat. "Just oral and hand work, though. Nothing else, right? I'm not sure I could go any further than that." I said, chuckling nervously.

Becky had come up with the crazy idea of joining this cam site where we could fool around a little with each other, in front of other people, and get paid for it. With everything locked down due to the pandemic, this was our only real means of creating funds to pay for our rent, food and the bills.

I looked at the computer screen. Our account was all set up waiting for the live stream to begin.


"Do you think anyone will recognize us?" I asked nervously.

"I doubt it. The world's a very big place and this will only be a one-time thing," she said, trying to reassure me. Still, she had less on the line than I did. She was comfortable in her body, and she wasn't going against her natural sexual disposition. I took a deep breath.

"You really believe that?" I was starting to realize maybe Becky didn't have the grasp I thought she had of how the internet works.

"Besides we are only going to do a bit of fingering and jerking, and if you are feeling up to it, maybe some oral?" She tried to sound reassuring, but her words only made me feel worse.

"Right," I said. I was sure I could touch her breasts and pussy and live with it, but the idea of any oral sex was freaking me out more than a little. "Make sure to set the money goals pretty high," I told her. It made me feel calmer and safer, either way. We get paid a lot of money, or we wouldn't be doing anything close to oral sex on each other.

She told me that she already had. Then she clicked on the laptop's track pad and a few seconds later and we were live.




"Welcome, guys." Becky spoke in a deliberately teasing, sexy, feminine voice. "My name is Becky, and this is my gay roommate and best friend, Gary." I waved. "We're really short for cash and we're having a hard time raising funds to pay for our rent and bills. So here we are.... ready to perform for you guys."

Becky giggled, and continued on, "Gary is a real life, bonafide, gold star, gay man. Show them your shoulder, Gary." I lifted my shirt and leaned a little to the side to show the webcam viewers the first-sized rainbow heart tattoo on my right shoulder.

"If the price is right we're willing to do a little touching and maybe a little more, too. The goals are so high because this is going to be really challenging for Gary, he needs a lot of encouragement with him being gay and all. He's very uncomfortable doing anything sexual with a female. Even more so when there's a live audience watching him. But we desperately need the cash." She paused.

"Each time we hit 500 tokens we'll each take off an item of clothing until there's nothing left to take off. Another 500 and we'll kiss each other... tongues and all. Then every 500 after that we'll touch, then masturbate the other. And depending on how well the night unfolds, and how comfortable Gary feels at the time, we might be willing to go as far as performing oral on each other."

My nerves were currently doing somersaults in my stomach as she said that, and then I saw the first credits flashing on the screen. This was really it. There's no turning back now.


Oh God.


Soon enough we had our first 500 tokens raised. The chat window was buzzing with comments about me being a "cute twinky gay boy!", and Becky being a "hot sexy bitch!", which I thought was a little crude, but she didn't seem to mind. As I'd kind of expected, a lot of guys were talking about how big Becky's tits were, which looked almost obscene on her petite frame. Lots of guys were asking her if they were real.

"Au naturel", she'd tell them, and giggled effeminately, playing them up and teasing our viewers.

There were some women watching too, which kind of surprised me, but maybe it shouldn't have. It was still difficult for me to imagine women being horny and fans of porn too, even though I knew realistically, of course they would be some.. Becky tells me all the time about the sex she had with her exes. But it was still difficult for me to imagine women being sexual creatures at all.

All I knew was men.

There were more than a few gay guys and bisexuals in the audience too, according to the comments. Quite a few guys were telling me I was a good looking twink, which made me feel a little pleased about myself, but I still felt a little weird, at the same time, being on display for hundreds of faceless strangers to ogle at. This felt so different to being alone in a room with someone, in a real intimate setting.

Soon enough, far too quickly for my sanity, I was shirtless and down to my Hanes boxers, and Becky was down to her matching red bra and panties. I was working through my second tall glass of vodka to calm my nerves. I was feeling so nervous that I was having to apply some real effort to keep my body looking relaxed and composed in front of the camera. I was so nervous I was worried my body would start twitching and shaking, like I was having a seizure. I really didn't want to be here.




Becky looked beautiful... in a non-sexual way. She looked like a lingerie model that you'd find in a clothing brochure. I had never seen her so exposed before. And nor had she seen me in my underwear either. I already felt very naked in front of her right now, and I still had my underwear on.


...OH GOD! Speaking of which, they had to come off next.

We had reached another 500 tokens! My underwear had to come down next. Becky's bra had to go, too!

Despite experiencing the effects of the alcohol I was still feeling more than a little nervous. I took another swig of vodka, and stood up to pull down my Hanes. I did it quickly, like ripping off a band aid, before I allowed the jitters to change my mind.

Now my soft cock was on display for the whole world to see. Oh god! I hoped no one we knew was watching. I turned my head to see Becky looking directly at my dick. I really wanted to cover myself up from her prying eyes, but I managed to refrain from doing so - just barely.

Now it was Becky's turn to reveal her breasts to our viewers. I deliberately turned to look the other way. I took a look at the laptop, I wanted to see what they were saying now that my dick was out on full display. I was pleasantly surprised. They were either softening me up, or they genuinely liked what they saw.


DanDin8484: Nice dick, Gary!

SozSozUK: Yum

stEvEPaul: Yes! Titty time!

JimeDedward: Oooo! Shaved. I like ​
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CasseyNY: How big do you get when you're heard?

NeilJones6969: Show us those tits, babe ​​​

CasseyNY: oops! *hard. ​​​

PussyJuiceShaz: That's a nice cock, dude.

BazshamCA: Will you get hard?

Yugo666: I love your low hanging nuts.

The comments went on and on. Almost too fast to be able to read them all.

Pete89: Wow! LOOK AT THOSE TITS! GFUCK ME!1 ​​



I almost looked at them, out of instinct. Apparently Becky's tits were now live for the whole world to see. But I decided not to look at them. It sounds weird, but I wasn't sure how to. I mean, I am curious, but only in a non-sexual way. Kind of like seeing the president in his birthday suit. He's not an attractive man, to say the least, but who wouldn't look at the president's dick, if only to be able to say they'd actually seen it? Becky's big breasts come up in discussion quite often. They're just so big they're mentioned, commented on and joked about, quite a lot between us and our other friends. I've also heard the impolite cat calls, jeers, and other rude comments made by guys that we've passed in the street, or seen inside a bar, who mistakenly believe they can lay her so easily. Over the years, her breasts have kind of become their own unique personality, in a way.

Now I guess, I was deliberately not looking, despite my honest curiosity, and the fact that I saw her blatantly checking out my dick a few moments ago. I guess it was to try to protect my sexuality. I am allowing my identity to be challenged in front of an enormous anonymous audience, by being put in an awkward sexual situation with my best friend and very female roommate. And despite that, I am trying to protect as much of it as I can.

I'm 100% confidently gay. I'm not into females whatsoever. Not even my attractive female roommate with the gigantic tits, that most men would kill for to be in my position.

Even so, I could sort of see them from the corner of my eye, but not clear enough to see anything in detail. I could also smell her body now, in it's mostly exposed state. Like me, she had just recently taken a shower. I could still smell the sweet lavender fragrance on her.


I heard her giggle. "You can look, you know," she told me, "they won't bite you."





"N-no, that's OK." I stuttered a little, and she laughed again, and this time she spoke directly to our audience, who I almost forgot were watching everything we were doing.

"He's really shy." Then she turned back to me. "You're going to have to touch them pretty soon, Gary. Might as well just look at them and get it over with."

She was right. And I was sure I was looking really dumb right now. Refusing to look at my mostly naked friend. But I just felt so awkward. This would have been awkward enough, even without our live audience closely scrutinizing my behavior and reaction.

'Fuck it!' I thought, and turned to look her. Might as well get this over with.

Wow! She really was huge!

My eyes started to water. I think it was from all the pressure, and the alcohol was starting to have an effect on me, too. My heart was racing and I was feeling a little flushed. I was keenly aware that hundreds of people were watching me and my reaction to my first real look at my busty friend's tits.

I was blown away. Her boobs really were huge. Appearing even bigger uncovered and in the flesh, than they appeared covered under a t-shirt. Her breasts were lightly tanned, toppled with large pink areolas and thick nipples that were a slightly darker shade of pink.

Becky giggled at the -what I'm sure must have been- slack jawed expression on my face. She placed her hands behind her head and started swaying her massive fleshy jugs from side to side.

"What do you think?"

"Becky...." I mumbled, and she giggled again. "They're... they're really very... big!" I told her.

"Yup! Pretty nice, uh?"

I wasn't sure 'nice' was the right word. I was astonished. Not quite turned on, not quite repulsed either. Just fascinated by them, I guess. They're so... weird to look at. So arrogant. So huge and, proud and unabashed. If they could speak they would say "Look at me! and behold! For I am the most important thing in the room!"

Becky laughed. "Are you alright? You've gone very quiet." I think she was teasing me. She confirmed that was the case when she cupped her big tits and began squeezing them.

I finally came to back to my senses and looked away. I looked back at the screen to see what the viewers were saying. The tokens were still flashing on the screen, and I realized that there was still a lot more to go.

The comment section was on fire. I couldn't keep up with them. I could just about manage to read every third or fourth comment before it disappeared off-screen.



Epic_dude69: Amazing!
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BazshamCA: Holy shit! They're massive!
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bisex1990: Look at his reaction. So cute! Get sucking on those big juicy nipples!!!
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stEvEPaul: Lucky bastard! I wish I was him. ​
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SuperDaveTX: Wow! How big are those jugs, babe?
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RusselHax5432: I'll donate 2,000 tokens right now if you suck on her giant titties!



Becky spoke. "Wow! They're really excited about seeing us do stuff together. I knew it would cause some interest, but nothing quite like this. 2,000 tokens. That's like..." she did the math in her head, "$240 and that's just from one person! If you do it and add that together with what we've raised so far, that's half of our rent already taken care of."

When she put it like that, it was difficult to say no to the request.

"Do you want to do it?" Becky asked me.

'Want' is a funny word. Did I Want to? No. But we really needed the money so we kind of had to.

"What about you?" I felt it was only appropriate I asked her, since they were her breasts, after all. But something told me that she wouldn't mind at all. This is not nearly as awkward doing this, for her, than it felt like for me.

Rationally I know that it's just a human body. The experience is only as significant and important and self-defining as I allow it to be.

But at the same time, I felt weird and defensive about the whole thing. I have had to put up with a life full of bullying, harassment and unkind remarks about me and my sexuality. All the way through high school, and then at home with my parents, and from several of my former friends, I have had to deal with their nasty, cruel words, and, sometimes, real physical attacks, too.

Over the years I have built up a wall around myself. Taken pride in being the person I am. I have refused to have people in my life who won't accept me for who I am. All of me. I am proud to be gay. I won't allow any asshole to shame me for it.

However, this virus has turned the world upside down. With no way of making money without taking out expensive loans, or breaking the law, I really have no other way of keeping a roof over my head, and food in the fridge. We're both pretty desperate. So did I want this? No. But I did need to do this.

"Yes, it's OK with me."

Becky crawled towards me and I leaned forward while she brought her heavy breasts towards my face. "Turn around just a little so the camera can see us both." She told me.

The first thing I noticed about her was the smell of her body. She smelled of lavender. But there was also a sweet, sort of musky smell, hidden just beneath it. Although it wasn't unpleasant.

Her skin was warm and smooth, but not hot. Her soft nipple rubbed the tip of my nose, as my face found itself buried between her two large breasts. Her skin felt even warmer right here, but I am not sure if that was actually the heat coming away from my own face. I was feeling rather embarrassed to have my face right where it was.

I couldn't believe how soft her skin was, too. I don't think I have ever felt skin so soft before. I had been holding my breath for a moment, I was unsure whether I should allow myself to inhale the smell of her while my nose was buried right between her tits. But I gave up the struggle and breathed in. I'm definitely smelling more skin than lavender this time. She had the same scent I had grown familiar with over the time we had been living together. Like everyone else, her body had its own natural fragrance. But being this close to her, the scent was much more potent than what I was used to.

"You need to start kissing my tits, Gary," she reminded me, softly.

I leaned back just a little, stuck out my tongue and licked her, tentatively, just at the top of her right breast. It didn't really taste of anything except her soft skin. I began licking and kissing more of her fleshy breast, while she answered some of the comments being posted by the viewers.



"We're both single at the moment."

"Um, about a year for me, and about six months for him."

"I'm straight, Paul. Only Gary's gay."

"No. This is our first time together doing anything like this."

I assume someone asked for her opinion about my cock. "Yes, it's rather nice. He's pretty well endowed, isn't he?

"He's bigger."

"No Gary's is bigger, yes."

"It doesn't matter as long as there's enough to play with. I'm sure yours is fine, too"

"Yes, it should be fun. It depends on how he feels, about how far we decide to go."

"Thanks Pete. Love you too." Becky laughs lightly.



"They want you to suck my nipples," Becky told me.

I began to lick around and tease Becky's nipple between my lips. This wasn't so bad, really. Although it was still a little embarrassing, and I was hoping that none of my gay friends or exes were watching this. The last thing I wanted was for them to think I'd renounced my sexuality, or that I was doing this for because I wanted to. Becky had already told the viewers about our situation. But that doesn't mean we didn't have any late arrivals. There were users coming and going all the time.

After working on her left nipple for a little bit, I stopped and thanked RusselHax5432 for the 2,000 token credit.


Someone had commented that I hadn't felt her breasts in my hands yet, and Becky reminded them that the credit was specifically for me to suck on her breasts, which we had done, and that they'd need to post another 500 credits for me to grab them with my hands. And that would have to be after we kissed, since that was going to be the next goal. Another thing I wasn't looking forward to doing, although for some reason I felt less nervous about that. Kissing is just kissing after all. Some of my gay friends have kissed girls before and meant nothing by it. I think i could kiss Becky and not be grossed out.


Before I knew it, the next goal was hit and we had earned another 500 tokens. I was beginning to think that we might have set the goals a little too low. We were really flying through this thing.

Now the comments were along the lines of...



"Time to kiss her!"

"With tongues!"

"Grab her tits while you kiss her"



I ignored the last one. I might have to grab her tits before the day is done, but not without those fuckers paying me to.

Becky was knelt down, resting on her side. She leaned herself towards me, and I met her in the middle, for the kiss. My instinct was to give her a short, friendly kiss, but before I thought better of it, Becky brought her arms around my shoulders pulled me in for a full on, lovers kiss.

The kiss wasn't anything like I had imagined it was going to be. It was neither pleasant or unpleasant. It was just a kiss. Her lips were soft, just like the rest of her face. Her tongue was smaller and more gentle than I was used to. Missing, was the all too familiar stubble and facial hair I was accustomed to feeling brushed up against my face.

Before I knew it, the kiss was over and Becky pulled back, licked her lips and little, and she smiled. She actually looked very pretty right then, I realized. Alluring me in such a way I had not felt with her before. And I wasn't sure what to make of it.

We both turned back to the laptop to see the reactions from our live audience and it was about what I had come to expect from them.

Lots of "Cute!" and "sweet!" comments. A few more dirtier comments like "feel her tits!" and "grab his cock!" I wanted to roll my eyes at those remarks, but then I remembered where we were and what we were doing. You can't do a live cam show on a porn site, and expect anything else. Plus, it works to our favor, I supposed. Happy, horny viewers were going to be paying for our rent, after all.

Another five hundred tokens later and Becky was now completely naked. This time I didn't bother to make a point of looking away. I was feeling quite intoxicated and I was actually having a good time, despite it all. I wasn't horny, of course, she's still a girl. But we were having fun with the audience and we were teasing each other. I told myself to just relax and have fun. It's not serious, even if it was a little awkward. I'm still happily gay and she is still my best friend. Nothing has changed. And nothing will.

Becky's pussy was not as jarring for me to see. I think that was because I was getting used to the situation, or it was possible that the alcohol was having the desired effect. Or maybe it was the fact that her vagina wasn't so in-your-face, like her huge breasts were.

She kept her bush neatly trimmed. There were little really there to really see. It was incredibly weird seeing a pair of naked legs without a penis hanging there between them. Almost like she was missing a vital appendage. A lot like a face without a nose. Completely absent from her was my favorite toy. but it wasn't gross to see. It was just... unusual, I guess.

"Very nice!" I told her. More to make her feel good than to express my own opinion. To be honest, I was more impressed with her legs. Genuinely so. Her thighs were gorgeous. The dancing class she takes had done an excellent job keeping her legs looking so great. Her ass - at least what I have seen of it so far - looks fully curved, tight and firm, too. I suppose if I were straight or even bisexual, I would almost be losing control of myself right now, being alone and naked in a room with her. She had an incredible body from a purely aesthetic point of view. It's almost like she was built by a rogue scientist inside a secret Russian laboratory. Every part of her was simply flawless.

I looked back to the screen and as I had expected, the comments were rapidly shooting up the screen, almost too fast to be able to read anything.

I could only catch a few shorter comments like;



"JESUS!"

"AMAZING!"

"GODESS!"

"BEAUTIFUL!"

"INCREDIBLE!"



I'm pretty damn sure the straight and bisexual guys watching right now would kill to be able to swap places with me. The fact that I was reluctant to do anything with her without getting paid to do so, must be baffling to them. They must be so envious of the fact that I actually get to share a home with her, every day. That I am currently locked down and unable to go virtually anywhere, and instead I am stuck here with this beautiful woman. I enjoyed the thought that I was making all these guys insanely jealous, so much so I found myself smirking at these thoughts. Although I wasn't really sure why I was thinking them.

"Okay guys, another 500 gets you some masturbation action. I'll jerk him off as soon as we see another 500. Do you think I will be able to get him hard? He's used to being jerked off by other men, but can a woman get him off too? Find out by getting us to our next goal." Becky really knew what she was doing with them, I thought to myself.


It was ten minutes later when we had reached the next goal. And it was time to... GOD!

Now we had to masturbate each other. I was suddenly feeling very nervous again. Although maybe not as much as I would have been had I not knocked back a couple of stiff drinks before. So I decided to top up my glass and asked Becky if she wanted the same doing with hers.



While I was fixing our drinks, Becky continued to answer more questions from our viewers.

"Gary, when did you realize that you where gay? Someone wants to know."

"Um, when I was about 12."

"Are you a top or a bottom?"

...."or are you verse?"

"I'm a bottom."


Wow, these questions were getting pretty personal. But then I did have my dick out to the world, and I had just sucked face with a woman after slobbering all over her breasts. And now I was about to play hide the finger with her, while she played with my dick. Lots of firsts for me today.

I sat down and turned to Becky, some of my alcohol imbued buzz evaporated when I saw her naked body again, and realized what we had to do next.

"Becky... I uh..." I looked at her sheepishly. ..."You know..."

"Know what?" She laughed gently at my discomfort. Not understanding what I was trying so discreetly to explain to her.

"I don't know what I'm doing.." I said quietly, under my breath, while nodding my head towards her vagina. "I've never..."

She broke me off. "It's Okay, everyone already knows that. That's the whole point."

I looked at her, dubiously.

She smiled. "Listen, don't worry, I'll tell you what to do, but everyone watching here already knows you've had no experience with a woman. They don't expect you to know what you're doing."

"I know that, but all of a sudden it's becoming very real." I sighed.

"Just go with the flow, it's okay. In fact, I'll put your hand on the special spot that feels good for me. OK?"

I nodded. I looked back to the camera one more time before reluctantly lowering my hand towards her pussy. She leaned back a little and lifted her knees, giving my hand clear access to her sex. Now her full vagina was on display. Parts of which I had never seen before, and dare I say didn't even know existed.

There's a lot more going on down there than I ever realized. It looks so... intricate. In my nativity, I had imagined just a small hole with some hair around it. I had obviously never been near a naked woman before, at least not since I came out of one. And I had never looked one up in porn for the sake of curiosity. I even forgo sexy guys in straight porn shoots. If I find out there's a woman involved in a porn clip, I am closing the tab on my browser quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.

At least I hadn't thrown up yet, which was something. I mean, now I'm looking at it, it's not actually so gross. It just looks weird.

Really freaking weird!

The sight of a naked pair of legs with no dick there is just so... alien to me. I have been with a fair few guys since I lost my virginity. All sorts of guys. White guys, black guys, Latino guys, Asian guys. Hung guys, small guys, circumcised guys, and uncut guys... but they were all still guys. They all had a big old floppy cock and a nice pair of balls between their legs.

And I knew how to play with a dick. They're hard, long and thick pieces of meat that taste really good when they're jizzing inside my mouth. Almost as good as they feel stretching the insides my ass.

Like I said. I really fucking love cocks!

But Becky didn't have a cock and what she had instead was something I had absolutely no personal experience with, or any real knowledge of. I have never felt so far outside of my element, during some sex play. And now I had to play with her...pussy.

Even the word 'pussy' felt weird on my lips. I wasn't even sure whether it was a word acceptable to use around Becky. Was it a form of profanity? Was it considered a sexist word to women?

And God knows what the real thing would feel like on my lips. I dreaded to think.

My finger immediately felt something warm, fury and moist. I gazed down and realized that I was now touching her pussy. I was actually touching a woman's snatch.

"This is my clit," Becky told me. She pulled the laptop closer towards us so that our viewers could get a closer view of my very gay hand on her very female organ. I looked back towards the laptop, not being sure of where to look. Probably even more awkward than doing the act itself, was knowing that everyone was analyzing my reaction.

God, I felt like a young child being taught by their parents how to cut up their food.

Maybe they'd be wondering if I was boning up over touching her like any straight guy would. Well I'm sorry to disappoint them, but I was as soft as I ever got.

I began to read a few of the comments.




"Oh yeah, she's pulled the camera closer!"

"Damn, what a beautiful pussy she has!"

"Lucky guy!"

"Get your hand in there, dude!"

"What does it feel like? Tell us what you're thinking, Gary."




"It feels... different, I guess. I'm used to playing with dicks so to find none here is a little weird. but it's not, you know, awful, or anything."

"Thanks!" Becky scoffed. "Did you hear that, guys? I'm not awful," she chuckled. Well I suppose that's as close to a compliment that my poor sweet pussy is going to get from a gay boy. I'll take what I can get."

Becky smiled at me to let me know she wasn't offended by anything I had said. That was a relief, but I wasn't sure what else I could say. I'm not turned on by it. But I'm also not grossed out by it, like I imagined I'd be. I think I am handling it better than I expected, but it still feels strange, that's all. I know lots of other guys in my place would be ravishing her right now, but I just don't have the urge to.

That said, I did feel a little something earlier. The look she gave me just after we had kissed, that innocent, sweet little smile she gave me, it did actually make me feel... something. Although I'm not sure what exactly. The kiss itself was sweet, but the smile she gave me after keeps replaying in the back of my mind. I'm not sure if it's the love I feel for her as my friend, or something more than that. Maybe it's just the alcohol doing something to my head. But it's the only thing that has given me some pause for thought, so far.

Becky moved my hand down a little and she felt even damper and warmer there. I looked down and noticed that my hand was touching an area that she kept shaved.

"This is my pussy. It's where a guy's cock goes in, and a baby comes out. Stick your finger inside, tell me what you think."

I did as she asked and pushed my finger inside the pink, soft hole a little. I was surprised how soft and wet it felt. "It's very sort of..soft and squishy."

"Squishy?" Becky laughed.

"Well I don't know. It's like I have to push with some pressure for my finger to slip inside. A little more than it looks like it would take. And it's quite wet here too. Is that normal?" I asked her. Forgetting for a moment we were being watched by hundreds of viewers on the site. I might not have voiced my thoughts quite so honestly if I had not been feeling so inebriated.

"Yes, that's normal," she told me. "It's to help a guy penetrate a gal. A straight or bi guy, that is." She winked at me. "Push another finger inside too."

I did as she told me and slid my middle finger inside next to my index finger. "Twist your hand so that your palm is facing up." I followed her instructions. I was impressed by how snugly her hole fit around my fingers. "Great, now rub along the roof of my pussy walls. Good. Now, can you feel that little sort of bump a few inches inside?"

"Yes."

"Good. That's my G-spot"

"Oh cool."

"You found it pretty quick too."

I laughed.

"OK, so tease it back and forth like you would with a nipple. Hmmm. oooh! Yeah! Keep doing that. That feels really good!

I quickened my movements a little, focusing on the small lump that was her G-spot. I suppose this would be similar to the feeling I got whenever a dick rubbed against my prostate.

"Keep going, Gary!" She urged me on.

I continued to rub her G-spot while she squirmed a little, pulling my hand, with some force, into her and humping herself against it. I could feel her getting very wet all over my fingers and the rest of my hand. I took a look at the screen to see what everyone was saying in response to Becky's loud cries as she rubbed herself against my hand.




"Holy shit he's fucking doing it!"

"She's so wet!"

"Suck on her tits, dude, make her cum!"

"I'm surprised he isn't rock hard. I would be."

"I'd have his cute little face tongue fucking my pussy by now"



The last one sounded like it came from a woman.

"Wow!" Becky exclaimed, breathlessly, "I never would have imagined getting an orgasm from you," she giggled. "And I don't suppose you would have imagined ever giving a woman one either."

My immediate reaction was to tell her of course not, but on a whim I decided to flirt back with her, she was having fun and so were a lot of people watching us, so I surprised myself my winking and telling her in a seductive voice, "only ever with you, babe!"

We both started to laugh, and apparently our viewers found it funny too. And then I remembered what would be happening next and then my smile lost its authenticity. I took another swig of my drink to try wash away my jitters.

"OK, now it's your turn. Get comfortable." So I sat back and shifted a little, resting my back against the couch.

"Are you ready?"

Was I? I was as soft as I ever got, and I was feeling anxious. Not only was a girl about to stroke my dick, but she was about to do so in front of hundreds of people that already knew I was gay. I wasn't sure I could even get hard for her. And what would that do to our funds? And would it make Becky look bad? Would she feel bad? Would it make me look bad if I couldn't get hard for her? I'm gay, I reminded myself. They'll understand.




I nodded in reply, and braced myself as Becky knelt down and sat beside me, she whispered quietly and asked me if I was absolutely sure that I still wanted to do this?

Again 'want' is the wrong word to describe the way I felt. It wasn't about what we wanted to do, but what we needed to do to keep ourselves afloat. In the grand scheme of things this is really nothing to write home about. People were sick and dying, and others have lost loved ones during this nasty pandemic. I'm a lucky guy, when I considered everything in perspective.

And then I felt Becky's hand wrap itself around my soft penis and lost my train of thought.

She was... her hand was much smaller and gentler than I was used to feeling wrapped around me. It had been a while since I had sex with another guy, but not so long that I had forgotten what it felt like. Her movements were soft, slow, and gentle at first, but deliberate. After a few moments her grip tightened a little more firmly now that she had found a good angle and pace to stroke me. I was more than a little shocked to find that I was responding to her touch.

I think Becky saw that in the reaction on my face because she smiled at me. Her cocky smile showed her unconcealed confidence, and a little bit of glee at my surprised reaction. Her touch was electrifying. Before I knew it, my dick was quickly swelling up with blood and I was completely hard inside her grip.

Becky looked down at my cock and I saw the same look of surprise that must have been on my face moments ago. Was she surprised that she had managed to make my cock hard? Or was she surprised by how long and thick my 8 inches grew? I suspect it was the latter. I don't think she ever doubted her own skills, even if she was currently performing those skills on a dyed in the wool gay boy.

Becky continued to work on my cock, twisting her wrist and massaging my whole length. Squeezing my thickness all the way along to the bright pink swollen tip of my shaft. It wasn't long before I noticed the first slither of precum leaking out of my slit.

I moved away a little. "I think we better stop now," I told her. I didn't want to come. I didn't want to come for a girl. Not now. Not ever!

I think Becky saw the distressed look on my face and took pity on me, because she told the viewers that we were going to move along to the next goal.

I asked her what the next goal was because I couldn't remember.

"Oral, but only if you're up for it." Then she looked down and saw my throbbing, treacherous boner. "Oh! No pun intended," she smirked. I let that slide because what she'd said just before that caught my attention.

"Oral? Uh..." Shit. Did I really want to do that?

I was still feeling rather embarrassed that Becky had managed to make me hard, and did so, rather quickly and much too easily. I was expecting my dick to stay as soft as a noodle. I wasn't expecting the handjob to feel good. I'll have to examine my feelings about that a little later when I was alone and feeling clear-headed.

"OK," I told her, "but I think we should increase the goal to 1,000 tokens. I am really not sure about performing oral sex on a woman, at all, but I'll bite the bullet and do it if we can get another thousand tokens. I wasn't even sure how many tokens we had collected thus far, but it had to be over several thousand by now. I'm pretty sure that takes care of most, if not all of this month's rent.

In virtually no time whatsoever, we'd hit the next 1,000 token goal, and now we had yet another exigent task to complete for our perverted audience. I didn't know whether to curse, or thank the viewers. At least this will all be over soon, I thought, and I'll never have to do something this crazy again.

It wasn't long before I found myself back between Becky's thighs. Only this time I wasn't just going to be touching her pussy, I was currently face to face with it. And I could really smell it. There was no mistake identifying that musky smell. It didn't smell bad exactly, but the odor was definitely pungent, acutely invading my sense of smell.



Becky had her very flexible legs wide apart, in the air, so the webcam viewers could have a nice close-up view of my tongue and lips as they come into contact with her honey pot.

My tongue finally made contact with Becky's clitoris, as she encouraged me on with soft words and quiet moans. Her clit didn't taste like anything specific. I guess it tasted just like, well, skin usually did. Maybe it tasted a little sweet too, and slightly coppery.

And the texture was weird. It felt very soft between my lips. It was much softer than the skin felt on my fingers. Her clit danced back and forth on the tip of my tongue, without resistance.

After a few moments of working on Becky's clit she pushed my head further down towards her vaginal opening. "Fuck me with your tongue, Gary. "There was no denying that she was really enjoying herself, under my ministrations. Maybe she'd even been fantasizing about something like this happening between us, but had never expected it to. After all, she was probably just as horny as I was. Maybe even more so since she has been single for more than twice as long as me. And we had both been basically trapped inside this small box of an apartment for months on end.


Becky's pussy felt warm and wet against my mouth. Her tongue soaked clitoris now rested against the tip of my nose, as I breathed in the arresting smell of her sex and continued to poke around her fuck hole with my tongue. Becky's movements and moans were becoming more desperate now that I was diving tongue deep into her pussy. She was even moaning out my name while she ran her fingers through my hair.

I had to laugh inwardly at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, me, getting a woman off with my tongue. Apparently I am good enough to get her worked up. I am not sure whether that's something I should be proud of or not. Part of me feels like I am betraying my identity, despite our dire financial situation. Maybe this is the same kind of dilemma that sex workers find themselves facing every day.

Becky was now pushing my head quite forcefully into her vagina, while she rubbed her spit-soaked pussy up and down and across my face. I could barely breathe as she did so. I wasn't sure how much more of it I could take. She's very physical for a woman.

And then she finally began to settle down and a few moments later she released her grip on my hair.

Did I really just make her cum?

I pulled away, finally taking a deep breath. Becky took one look at my face and laughed out loud. "did I really do all that to you?"

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Well your hair's all over the place, and your face is drenched. I'm not sure if it's wet from my juices or your own spit, but your face is all wet and shiny." She giggled.

I turned to face the webcam and read the comments, curious to see what the viewers made of all that.

The comments were about what I had come to expect. Lots of "amazing!'s", and words to that effect. One person said; "Damn, I never expected to see a gay boy go down on his fag hag!" . Some people had been posting tokens, despite having already reached the target. Still being able to taste some of Becky's pussy on my lips, I took another swig of my drink while she straightened herself out.

"I guess it's my turn to work on you now," she grinned, meaning that it was my turn to receive a blowjob from her.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that. The handjob she had just given me had already left me feeling more than a little rattled. I wasn't expecting to have any sort of reaction to her. But that's exactly what happened.. I hate to say it, even if it's only to myself, but it felt really good. And now I was already feeling anxious again, despite being intoxicated.

I sat back and propped myself against the couch, and took a deep breath. Becky turned towards the camera and told our viewers that she was going to demonstrate to my satisfaction, that some girls can give head just as well as a gay guy can.

And with that, she lowered her face down towards my soft cock, and began kissing me and stroking me, all across my hips and lower abdomen, inching slowly towards my flaccid dick.

I couldn't deny that it felt good. Not particularly sexual, but nice. Almost ticklish, but not quite. Very sensual. I closed my eyes and began to relax as she worked on me.

I don't know if it's girls in general, or just Becky, but I've never known a guy to tease me and caress me quite like this before.

She was in no rush at all. I think she was enjoying this just as much as she was trying to make sure I was. She was going to take her time and enjoy every moment.

The guys that I had been with were either stroking or hungrily sucking on my cock as soon as my pants were off. Yet Becky had been softly blowing air against my skin, while kissing and softly stroking all across the top of my thighs, my lower abs and my groin, without once touching my penis. Maybe she was just trying to get me to relax completely, and get used to a situation that had me feeling apprehensive about, before she really went to town on me.

Then I felt a something soft and wet touch the head of my cock, and a hand gently lift up my limp penis, and then Becky's mouth enveloped my manhood and she began to move her head back and forth with my cock inside her mouth. I couldn't resist opening my eyes to watch her. Gay or not it had been a while since I'd last had a blowjob.


And this...damn, did it ever feel quite this good?



It was only moments before my cock was completely hard inside her mouth. And she was really, really working on it. I watched on in shock, as she took my full length into her mouth. Back and forth, she moved, in rapid movements, licking all the way up and down my shaft, while her fingers delicately cradled and massaged my scrotum.

I suddenly shocked myself, and maybe everyone else too, by letting out an irrepressible groan. I just couldn't contain it. My defenses were already way down, due to the effects of the alcohol, and it had been a while since I had last had sex, woman or not, this did feel really good.

We were literally earning our rent right now. I can just tell Becky that I was imagining that it was a guy doing it, and that I was putting on a show for the viewers.

Then again, I don't want to imply that she was no good at this, because that really wasn't true and that wouldn't be fair to suggest it was. But nor did I want her or anyone else questioning my sexuality, because I was very much enjoying this blowjob. And that was just so discordant with my sexuality. I felt so painfully conflicted. This was feeling just as good as some of the best blowjobs I'd had over the years. And I hated the fact that there was no denying it. I didn't have to admit it to anybody but myself, and yet that was the worst part about it.

And then I could feel it. Bubbling just below the surface, I could feel my impending orgasm, and so I panicked and pulled my body away from Becky's lips, and I told her that we had done enough now. I think she saw some fear and confusion in my eyes. Although I hoped she didn't know that she was the cause of it. I was beginning to doubt myself, and everything else I cared deeply about.

I couldn't allow myself to come in her mouth. Internally I was mess, two sides of myself were battling it out for control of the situation. My horny, sex starved self, who had been very much enjoying the blowjob from Becky, was fighting with the other side of me. The part which controlled and protected my fragile self-worth, my precious sexual identity, and my delicate pride.

The latter side won out and I was ready to call an end to the whole show. I am sure we'd earned enough money by now to cover the rent, and maybe even a little left over to buy some groceries. Between me and Becky, we'd figure out a way to take care of the bills.

I scanned the screen once more to see what the viewers were saying about our show so far.

Lots of things I had now come to expect. And a few unkind words that only seemed to solidify my silent concerns about how I was reacting to Becky's oral skills.



"She's gonna suck the gay right out of him! haha! ​"

"He's enjoying that. You can so tell."

"Damn! She knows how to give great head. Imagine being in a lock down with her. He's a lucky motherfukcer!"

"Cum in her mouth, dude!"

"Did he really just moan? ​ Wow! She must be good to be able to do that to a gay guy."




Then one message in particular caught my attention and made my stomach churn.

"6,000 TOKENS TO FUCK HER PUSSY RIGHT NOW! ​​​"




Fuck! 6,000 tokens I couldn't even think clearly enough to work out how much that would be in real terms, but I knew it was a hell of a lot. More than a month's rent right there. Without taking into consideration everything else we had earned tonight. We could afford to take care of the rent, the groceries and rest of the bills too.

Becky must have been having the same thoughts as I was because she looked at me with a serious expression on her face. I am more than sure she wanted to go through with it. It would be a massive help and take care of all our current financial woes, but I just couldn't do it.

And it's not just the fact that Becky is a woman, it's also the case that I am a complete bottom. I have tried topping before, in the past, only I couldn't physically do it. My dick wouldn't stay hard for very long inside my ex-boyfriend. I think was mentally made to be a bottom. And that's how I loved it. I loved the feeling of having a thick hard cock deeply penetrating me. There's nothing else quite like having a guy bury his long hard cock inside you.

I just shook my head and told her I couldn't. "I can't. Sorry. I'm a bottom."

"So?" She seemed confused. I don't think she realized the problem.

"I've tried topping before and I just didn't enjoy it. I couldn't keep my erection firm enough inside him. I failed twice before with an old ex of mine. It was just embarrassing. I haven't tried it again since then. And I am much happier being a bottom anyway."

"But..." Becky paused to collect her thoughts.

"But what about us trying just for a little bit. We don't have to have complete sex. The offer said nothing about you actually cumming inside me. So even if you do go soft, we've still completed the task, and we're 6,000 tokens richer for it."

I could tell she really wanted this, and her argument seemed to be sound. Six thousand tokens would help us out so much. We'd be worry-free for at least another month.


I considered her words carefully. I really did not want to have sex with her. I loved Becky, but just as a friend. And I really had no desire to fuck her. Just like I had no desire to fuck anybody else, either. But was it really that much different to some of the things we had already done tonight? I had gotten through this show so far in one piece, despite all the things we had just done together. If fucking her for a few minutes could pay off all our bills for the next several weeks, might it be worth the awkwardness and the embarrassment of fucking her live in front of an audience, before going soft inside her? What's the worst that could happen? I'l never have to see any of these people again. I hope.

Becky, and the viewers too, they all knew my situation. Knew that I was a committed bottom, and a gay man and the experience of topping someone would not be pleasant one for me. I wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. As long as they all understood that, then I think I could do it, if I really had to.

"Okay," I nodded. I sighed heavily. "But we have another problem, because I don't have any condoms or lube," I told her.

"That's OK, I'm on the pill, and we don't need any lube, silly," she giggled. "Women make their own lubrication, naturally. Just concentrate on getting yourself hard, and I'll take care of everything else. OK?"

Becky moved the laptop to angle it correctly so we could give the viewers a better view. She smiled softly at me, and once again I felt something strange and wonderful stir in my stomach. "Just lie back and I'll get on top of you."

I shifted my body back towards the couch and propped myself up against it. Becky crawled towards me on her hands and knees and jerked my cock back and forth. Her hand felt a little wet and sticky. I looked up at her, inquisitively.

"It's some of my natural lube that I just told you about," she informed me. I looked down, curiously, and gave my dick a inspection now that it was coated in Becky's juices.


Becky turned back to the webcam once again, to double check that it could see all of us. Then she knelt above my midsection before lining her vagina up with my fully hard penis. And then, as I watched in fascination, Becky lowered herself down slowly, taking my complete length inside her.

I could not help but groan out loud as my dick drilled its way through her steamy passage until it bottomed out inside her, and I felt the soft back of Becky's thighs and ass rest firmly against my pelvis. She looked at me, and sighed contently.

"I can't believe I actually have you inside me, Gary. Truth be told, I've been wanting to do this for so long. I couldn't believe my luck when you finally agreed to do this show with me. And even then I never expected us to go all the way."

Becky leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips. Stunned, out of pure animal instinct I kissed her back. As we kissed, Becky raised and lowered her hips, almost withdrawing herself completely from my rock hard cock, before sinking back down and taking all of me back in. Over time, her pace quickened and she pulled my hands up to her breasts and asked me to squeeze them. And I did as I was told.

Her breasts felt extremely soft in my hands. Much softer than I would have ever imagined breasts being. They contained the same warmth I had only just become familiar with.

I could feel the drenched walls inside her milking my cock. Being inside Becky's pussy felt like heaven to me. I grunted as she began grinding her hips in smooth circular motions against me. The gentle gyrations swirling my meat around inside her.Teasing my cock inside the warmth of her body.

Becky had sped up her movements, grabbing on to my shoulders for balance, and I lowered my hands to her hips and grabbed hold of her ass while she slid along my length. I watched her large tits bounce and jiggle in front of my face, to the motions of our sexual dance.

Becky began moaning in soft, feminine noises, that sounded wholly different to the kinds of deeper, more animalistic grunts and groans I was well used to.

I glanced back up to take a look at her face, and she had a look of hunger and sheer pleasure in her eyes that reviled anything I had seen in sex before.

She must have really been wanting this. Wanting me. All this time.....

And now she was reaping her reward for all that patience.

Her motions sped up even faster and I could tell that she was getting close. Her pussy was feeling even wetter and tighter, if that was possible, around my rock hard cock now, as she moved her body faster and moaned even louder.

God knows what the neighbors must be thinking.

I could suddenly feel those all too familiar tingles building up around the base of my dick, letting me know I was getting dangerously close to my own limit.

I began to fuck Becky back. Raising my own hips to meet her thrusts. My cock was throbbing now almost to the point of bursting from the pressure. The slapping sounds of our colliding bodies echoing throughout the room. I am sure our viewers were getting one hell of a show.

"Jesus!" I grunted. "Fuuuck! I think I'm about to cum!" I warned her.

"Do it!" Becky ordered me. "Cum in my pussy, Gary. PLEEEASE!"

I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Becky's pussy actually began trembling around my throbbing cock. The sensation of which, felt incredible. I could feel her walls clamped tightly around me as she came. It felt absolutely wonderful. Amazing. Glorious! And then I groaned out loud as flooded her cervix with several thunderous shots of cum!


Caught up in whatever emotions were flowing through me, I surprised us both by pulling Becky down to meet in a deep, desperate kiss. Pressed together, we kissed with an unforeseen sense of urgency and passion unlike we'd ever felt before, becoming totally consumed in each other through the kiss.


Becky eventually pulled away to look at me. A look of pure bliss on her face. "Wow! That was amazing," she said, a little breathless.

"The kiss, or..."

"Everything. The whole thing. And you didn't go soft, babe. You managed to come inside of me. Can you believe it?" She grinned. A look of pride shone across her face. But pride for who? Pride for herself, that she had managed to keep me, a full on gay man, hard inside her while she brought us both to climax? Or was it pride she felt for me, her friend, that I managed to go further than I had expected I could?

I couldn't believe it either. I wasn't sure what that meant for me. For my sexuality. For me and Becky. I'm sure I'll dwell on it later. But for now I just offered her a soft smile. I was feeling little drained from the alcohol, and now all the sex.

Then I remembered we still had an audience and turned to see what was being said in the comments.



"Wow! way to go, dude! ​"

"Did he really cum? Can we see the creampie?"

"That was so fucking hot!"

"Welcome to the pussy club, bro!"

"He ain't gay anymore, she fucked the fag right out of him ​"

"Did you really jizz inside her?​"

"HOT!"

"Are you still gay?"

"How did that feel, man?"



On and on it went. I took at look at our total credits and I was both shocked and extremely happy to find that we had a total of 11,000 tokens in our account. That must be well over a grand in real money. We had easily made enough money to take care of our rent, some groceries and enough left over to sort the bills.

I laughed at their comments. Unsure what to say to them. Mostly because I didn't know those answers myself. I mean, I knew I was still gay. or I'm still at least, still into men. But I would also be lying if I said I didn't enjoy what Becky and I had just done. And that I was very surprised to maintain my erection long enough to ejaculate inside her. I'd never done that before, with anyone. I didn't think it was even possible. And I'm a bottom.. or I was a bottom. If topping could feel that good, I think I'd enjoy doing it again. Does that mean I'm versatile now? Maybe that's only true with Becky?

I turned to look at Becky once again, and just like me, her body was covered in sweat. We'd really gone at it like two hungry lovers. And that might not be too far from the truth. I do love Becky. I value her friendship more than anyone else I have in my life. She is beautiful and I did enjoy what we just did. But I'm not sure what all that means when taken as a whole. The line's gone kind of blurry for us today. Especially now that I know how Becky feels about me. How do we go on from here?

"Are you OK?" Becky asked me. No doubt sensing that I was deep in thought.

I smiled at her, and told her that I was fine.

"Did you enjoy that too?" I noticed her use of 'too', suggesting that she'd enjoyed what we did. Not that I hadn't already figured that out. She'd even said as much. She'd been wanting me for a while. But, like a good friend, she had respected my boundaries. She knew I wouldn't have been interested and didn't want to spoil our solid friendship. Maybe she never would have told me, if she hadn't have been caught up in the moment. Sex can make you say things you'd ordinarily want to keep to yourself.

I nodded. "Uh.. yeah. It was nice." I left it at that. I didn't know what else to think, let alone to say to her. Especially while other people were still listening in. She giggled softly at my discomfort.

"It's OK. Don't make a big deal out of it. It doesn't have to mean anything. Don't take it too seriously." She bent down and kissed my forehead. As she did so I felt her breasts smack against my face. But did I actually want it to mean something now?

There's that word again.

What did I want?

Becky stood up and told both me and our viewers that she was going to go to the bathroom to 'clean up', and would be back soon.

When she left I turned my attention back to the laptop. I decided to type my thoughts out through text, rather than speak aloud to the webcam. I began with the most recent question.



"Honestly? It felt kind of.... great, actually. I'm really surprised."

"Surprised about what?"

"Well, that it felt so good and that I stayed hard inside her."

"Yeah. Pussy feels amazing, doesn't it? Although I wish we could have seen the creampie :'( ​"

"Oh right. Yeah, sorry about that. It was unexpected."

"Maybe next time?​ "

"Lol. I don't know about that. ​ "

"You should. She's gorgeous and clearly into you. And you obviously had a good time with her too."

"Heh. Maybe. I don't know. I'm gay..."

"So wot, dude? You're locked down. Can't go anywhere. Can't meet up with anyone. Plus like she said, you've both been single for a while."

"Perhaps. But I wouldn't want to complicate our friendship I love her to bits. She's the closest person I have in the world. What happens if it's just not enough and I want more than she can give me? Maybe I meet someone new after the lock down ends. A cute guy..."

"Take it one step at a time. Be honest with her. Maybe something even more than a great friendship, or even casual sex, can grow out of this.

"Maybe this virus can do finally a little good for the world, too. Lol"

"...Maybe. ​"

"Either way, I hope we see you two on here again. That was a totally hot show. ​"


"Well, there's always next month's rent. Lol."





Meanwhile...




In the bathroom, Becky was currently texting her sister, Grace.



I finally did it! I can't believe it!!!

I know. I saw you. Wow!

I still can't believe our plan worked.

I never doubted it.

I owe you big time, sis. xoxoxox

Yeah.....you owe me about 6,000 tokens.

THE END​

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I also hope you haven't been too badly affected by the pandemic, either health-wise, or financially, like the two characters found themselves, in this story.

.....Or if you were, I hope your roommate was as hot and willing as Becky was for our lonely gay friend, Gary.

 

[gravityyaoi]

Nice one Mike! I'll have to reread it later and enjoy it more, but skimming it I thought the idea was fun! Hopefully I'll feel up to writing again soon. I'm itching to get some of these story outlines done haha.

 

[MikeT008]

Nice one Mike! I'll have to reread it later and enjoy it more, but skimming it I thought the idea was fun! Hopefully I'll feel up to writing again soon. I'm itching to get some of these story outlines done haha.

Thanks bud.
Yes, it's been some time for me too. I lost a story I was working on that was close to finished and I lost all motivation for a while, after that happened.

 

[ass eater]

Here are some stories from sexual fluid.
https://www.tumbex.com/sexual-fluid.tumblr/posts?tag=porn

 

[phoast]

I did enjoy the stories until the comment part. Why do you still keep in your mind that can turn" a straight gay or turn" a gay straight, if they can be turned, they are not absolutely straight or gay at all, they are at least bisex at the beginning. The concept is hot in this scene but sadly not realistic in real life. I was thinking all people are bisexual until I tried pussy myseft, you know I couldn't get hard when seeing or touching woman body, even in the sex scene, I used some porn to get me hard and penetrate but couldn't stay hard inside her, finally I bought a pizza to say sorry and just chill with her, thinking she may not for me and I should try another time. But after the fifth or sixth pizza, I realized that they call and label for a obvious reason, at least make sense in my case and most of the gay or even straight guys I met. Keep this preference and hobby in the story only , don't make things wrong in your real life.

Enjoy the stories. Peace

 

[ass eater]

I did enjoy the stories until the comment part. Why do you still keep in your mind that can turn" a straight gay or turn" a gay straight, if they can be turned, they are not absolutely straight or gay at all, they are at least bisex at the beginning. The concept is hot in this scene but sadly not realistic in real life. I was thinking all people are bisexual until I tried pussy myseft, you know I couldn't get hard when seeing or touching woman body, even in the sex scene, I used some porn to get me hard and penetrate but couldn't stay hard inside her, finally I bought a pizza to say sorry and just chill with her, thinking she may not for me and I should try another time. But after the fifth or sixth pizza, I realized that they call and label for a obvious reason, at least make sense in my case and most of the gay or even straight guys I met. Keep this preference and hobby in the story only , don't make things wrong in your real life.

Enjoy the stories. Peace

Who are you replying to.

 

[MikeT008]

Who are you replying to.

Probably me.
I disagree, and he missed the point behind the comments. They're not necessarily my views, but what I would expect to be posted by the viewers in such a scenario.
But he's entitled to his opinion.

 

[superchaz]

Probably me.
I disagree, and he missed the point behind the comments. They're not necessarily my views, but what I would expect to be posted by the viewers in such a scenario.
But he's entitled to his opinion.

Your stories are always hot mike, can’t wait for the new story hopefully with some burly muscled hairy hot gays!