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Me saying these men are not a gay man but bisexuals is invading the bisexual forum,the bisexuals should stop complaining about the bisexual erasure.
Here's the conclusion.
Hope to be working on something else soon. Thanks for the feedback.
Part 2: Revenge is a dish best served with cock.
The phone at my desk rang for what must have been the twentieth time, and it was clear that the person on the other end of the call was not going to hang up any time soon.
I definitely did not want to interrupt what I was in the middle of to take the call, but each consecutive ring served as further announcement that the person dialing my direct office number was doing so for a reason of importance, a cause from which they were not going to be easily diverted.
I finally opened my eyes to look at the caller identity on my phone, and immediately recognized it as my home number. This was not a great surprise, since Sean was one of only a handful of people who had my direct dial. I knew instinctively that something was wrong, since it was very rare that Sean called me late in the morning of a working day. Reluctantly I moved my hand to the receiver, picked it up, and placed it to my ear.
"Hello," I started, the slight tremor in my voice caused by a number of reasons which would not be evident to the person making the call.
"Don't hello me, you two-faced lying cheating bastard," responded Sean heatedly on the other end of the phone. "I now know what you and that fucking whore have been up to. If you want to save our relationship, you no-good slut-fucking scumbag, you had better be home in the next hour."
Sean then ended the call abruptly, and I placed my own phone receiver back in the cradle, sighing with the weary resignation that I had finally been uncovered.
*****************
I drove home, wondering what had triggered the change in Sean's mood from the happiness which had been experienced at breakfast, to the raging anger which had been transmitted on the phone. I thought about how I could defend myself against any further accusations, but I realized that it was impossible to plan for this without knowing exactly what evidence he had to support the comments he had made.
He had certainly addressed me with more venom on the call than I could ever recall at any other time during our relationship, which made me nervous that he had something incontrovertible, but I could not begin to imagine what that might be. The only thing I would be able to do was to hear what he had to say, assess how concrete the source for his accusations was, and then react accordingly.
However, as I pulled into our driveway, my stomach was churning and I felt slightly ill. I also knew that the words he had used to describe me were all true.
Sean's car was in the driveway, and I steeled myself for what was about to come as I walked up to the front door. I contemplated shouting "Hi honey, I'm home," as I walked into the house, then smiled at my own weak attempt at gallows humor. Instead I entered in silence, and got an icy cold statement of "I am in the front room," from Sean after I had closed the door. I walked through to see him, now feeling as if it was me who had in turn been summoned to see the headmaster.
I entered the room to see Sean sitting at one end of our sofa, wearing a Nike T shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I could tell immediately that some of the anger he had expressed on the phone had subsided, to be replaced by an exterior of frostiness.
"Sit down," he commanded me, and I complied, sitting at the other end of the sofa from him. He stared at me, and I could see that his eyes were slightly red, that he had been crying just before I got home. However, he was hiding this apparent sorrow behind a hard facade now. "Have you got anything to share with me?" he asked.
"Sean, what is it?" I queried. "You called me here."
"I SAID," he replied, loudly. "Have you got anything you want to share with me?"
I was still not ready to spill my guts until I knew what evidence he had in support of his earlier accusations, so I repeated, "You called me here? Why?"
"Because I want to save our relationship," he stated. "Because I want you to be honest with me about what has been going on with Sarah, before it's too late. So, I will ask you again, have you anything to say?"
"Haven't we already had this conversation two days ago?" I replied, trying to act hurt and confused again.
"Yes, we did, but that was before I was given the evidence that proves that not only are you a cheating no-good bastard, you are a lying no-good bastard as well." Harsh but fair, I acknowledged mentally.
At least this gave me the opening I was looking for. "What evidence?" I asked.
He contemplated the question, then sighed, and said, "I can see now what a fool I have been this week, and I am realizing now that with someone who is clearly as accomplished at lying as you have been revealed to be, expecting you to tell me the truth was too much to hope for. What evidence? WHAT evidence? This evidence." Sean reached for the TV remote control, switching the TV on from standby, then in turn took the DVD remote and pressed play.
It took me a second to recognize what I was looking at, given the peculiar angle from which the footage had been shot, but as soon as the penny dropped my heart sank at the same time. If this was about to show what I guessed it was about to show, I thought, my relationship with Sean may well be as completely and utterly screwed as Sarah had been over the course of the last three evenings.
The first moving image on the TV screen was of Tom's back, as he moved away from the camera which he had just surreptitiously planted on the bookshelf in the bedroom. He turned back once to look at the camera, then left the room, which then lay empty as the footage continued to record. The camera, on a shelf which must have been about a foot above the level of the bed mattress, captured the angle of the bed completely.
I moved to grab for the remote, but Sean swiftly moved it out of my reach. "Oh, don't worry... LOVER," he said sarcastically. "I have already watched it, this morning with Tom at his house, so snatching the remote from me isn't going to save your dirty little secrets from coming out. This watch is for your benefit, so you can see what I have already seen and think about how that might have made me feel while viewing it. If you want to have any hope of saving our relationship, you can sit there and squirm while we both watch this together. In fact, I think Tom and the slut are having a similar viewing at this very moment."
I was obviously well-and-truly rumbled, so I was resigned to being on the receiving end of whatever medicine Sean now wanted me to swallow. However, he had now made reference to 'saving our relationship' on two occasions, so I took that as some encouragement at least that things were not completely beyond redemption.
On the screen, a minute passed, and then Sarah entered the room, wearing a conservative unattractive dressing gown. She shut the door behind her, then Sean and I watched as Sarah quickly shrugged off the shapeless dressing gown, revealing an equally shapeless t-shirt covering plain panties underneath. This was obviously the attire she had put on for Tom's benefit.
Despite myself, I observed with fascination as she then acted to ready herself for me. First she was reaching into the cabinet in the room, producing satin gloves, black leather boots, and gauzy black panties. Then she was stripping off her dowdy clothes, and adorning herself with the arousing black outfit she had displayed to me. Then there was a quick spray of perfume, before she lay on the bed, the camera capturing her perfect body.
"Sean, if you have already seen this, what's the point of watching it again?" I asked, a hint of panic in my voice, wondering how good the audio was going to be and desperately trying to recall what I had done and said the previous night.
"Why don't you stop asking questions, shithead, and only speak when you are answering some of my questions," he replied, for which I had no possible counter.
We then sat in silence, watching as Sarah slid a hand down inside her panties, and started to touch herself. She masturbated herself slowly and teasingly, similar to the way she had done on our first night together, the main difference being that then a large part of her body had been under the sheets. Despite the situation, it was a very horny sight to see, but there was no way I was going to let Sean see that element of my reaction.
Finally, I heard the doorbell ring in the background on the television, announcing my imminent arrival. This was a cue for Sarah to stop her self-pleasuring and to compose herself in the posture with which she had greeted me, with her hair fanned out beneath her and one leg bent sexily.
"Here comes the conquering hero, for his hour of awkward straight sex," Sean sneered spitefully, as on screen I entered the room, and the said hero made the first of what were now to prove to be gut-wrenching announcements, commenting on how stunning Sarah looked before divesting himself of his clothes at rapid pace.
Viewing what followed over the next hour represented probably the least comfortable experience of my life. Sean actually forwarded through some parts, but essentially he made me watch all of the torrid highlights as I fucked and sucked his best friend from all sorts of angles, and as I was sucked and fucked by Sarah in return. Occasionally Sean made some acerbic remarks such as "Yes, it looks very awkward, doesn't it, don't like girls at all, do you? You lying shit."
Despite my predicament, part of me could not help but appreciate how good the sex on the screen looked, however. Sarah looked fantastic, and I had to admit that I looked fairly porn-star like and performed pretty well too. I therefore watched in grim fascination as Sarah first of all worked down my body with kisses, before starting a blowjob which culminated with me cumming in her mouth. I then watched as we adopted the 69 position, and she in turn came under the assault of my willing tongue. The action went on from there to Sarah squatting above me and gradually lowering herself onto my cock, with the hot fucking which followed.
The camera in fact confirmed to me what I already knew, which was that sex with Sarah was as close to perfection as I had ever experienced. The heated look on our faces only worked to elucidate this fact more so. I was sure that Sean would be able to see this as well, and that the knowledge could well be consuming him with jealousy and rage from within. How would I able to cope with watching Sean indulging in top-notch sex with someone else, if the roles were reversed? Not very well at all, I surmised, and therefore I could understand Sean's occasional barbed commentary.
What was slightly surprising to me however was just how loud Sarah and my grunting and moaning was, and how animal-like it sounded. The camera had in fact recorded the audio perfectly. Indeed, this high-quality sound was disastrous, since the worst moments sitting here right now while watching with Sean were definitely when Sarah and I participated in lust-filled conversation and exclamations which betrayed our partners more emphatically than any lewd act we were committing on the screen had done.
For instance, Sarah whispering to me, on the video, early in the night....
"...I spoke with Sean earlier. He is so incredibly gullible, so trusting of the two of us, so willing to believe there is no passion or lust between us. Well, in the next couple of hours, I am not going to just help you to cheat on your boyfriend, I am going to wipe him out of your mind, am going to make you fall even more completely in lust for me..."
The exchange between us, when Sarah's mouth was hovering teasingly close to my cock...
"...Do you want my hot little dirty mouth on your cock today, for the first time? ...Do you want me more than your boyfriend now, do you lust for me above all others, including Sean?" And my answer confirming that, yes, I did indeed lust for her more than my own boyfriend. Later, I had also gone on to tell her that her ass was better than Sean's too, and every time these comments came out on screen with Sean next to me, it was painful.
The worst however was when Sarah was squatting over me, massaging two inches of my dick inside her cunt...
"I bet Sean has never done this for you, has he?" she stated proudly, while lowering herself such that another inch of my cock entered her. "I bet his ass can't do this?"
"No, never," I gasped, in awe of how she was gripping my cock, almost milking it, although I was not ready to cum yet. "His ass, once inside, is too loose for this."
That one earned me a specific dirty look and a disapproving curse from Sean.
And finally, when lying in our cum-soaked embrace prior to the shower, Sarah saying....
"...I don't know how I can give you up in two nights time, Bruce. I don't think I can let Sean have you back, all to himself...." And me replying that I did not think that I wanted her to...
When finally the on-screen couple moved to the shower, Sean forwarded through the rest of the DVD until he arrived at a scene where I left the room and the recording cut out. Sean then paused the DVD and turned to look at me.
"I thought you were gay, Bruce!" How long have you felt like this? But that's not even the worst of it! You said some horrible, cruel, terrible things about me last night," he stated, again looking hurt. "Did you mean them?"
"No, of course not, they were stupid comments made in the heat of the moment," I responded, feeling terrible again for what I had done to Sean for and for my betrayal of him with both deeds and words. "Yes, I have been having lustful sex with Sarah. Maybe there's a part of me that isn't gay as gay as I thought, and yes, I lied about that to you too, but please do not think for one moment that I do not love you and want you. I'm not lying when I say that. I promise."
"And as you say, you have lied to me repeatedly too," he added, sighing wistfully. "You were very accomplished at that, skillfully deflecting my suspicions over the last couple of days, when I began to wonder whether I had made a very big mistake in agreeing to all of this." I said nothing, but looked as shamefaced as I currently felt. "I guess all of this is my fault though," Sean continued. "I started this, I pushed you into the way of temptation, into the bed of that conniving bitch. But how can I ever trust a word you say again?"
"I should have said no, from the outset," I replied. "I have made a terrible mistake." And this time, I genuinely meant it, wishing I could undo what I had already done with Sarah, to put things back to how they had been with Sean.
"My friendship with Sarah is finished," Sean stated. "There is no way I can trust her after this. I truly hope that she isn't pregnant, the conceited cow. However, the question is, can I trust you at all anymore, and do I want to save our relationship? Are you still interested in men. Do you still want me, Bruce? And do you want to make sacrifices to save our relationship?"
"I want to save our relationship," I stated firmly. "I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to make you trust me again." .
"So if you were me and you also wanted to save our relationship, Bruce, what would you do?" Sean asked me, expecting an answer, and I was suddenly unnerved because I sensed that there was some hidden agenda behind the question.
"Firstly, I would make me promise never to do anything like this with Sarah ever again," I said, carefully. "And I give you that promise. I will not see her again."
"That is a given, otherwise I will cut your dick off myself and stick it up your ass. And what else?" he demanded.
Coming up with a second point was a lot trickier, particularly when I felt that he already knew what the answer was but wanted to see me squirm. After a few seconds of fruitless consideration, I desperately ventured, "Forgive me?"
"Well, I suppose that is a given too, eventually," Sean answered, "but it isn't the answer I had in mind." he stared at me for a few seconds more, then sighed and said, "Whatever you might think given your actions over the last few days, Bruce, which have not shown me any respect at all, I am a strong person and I actually have a lot of respect for myself. But I still love you, and I care about our relationship, and I actually concluded before I had finished watching this video for the first time today that I was not about to give up on all of that just because you have allowed that large cock of yours to overwhelm your small mind for a few days."
I think Sean noticed the look on my face, that his comments allowed me to hope that things could return to how they were, and he immediately added, "However, I also knew immediately after watching that footage that I could never be the sort of person to just wake up one day and say 'I forgive you', after which everything would be alright again."
Sean paused to give himself time to compose his words, then said, "If I had reacted to this act of adultery with just tears, then the sense of betrayal and jealousy would I think have eventually been too much to take. I think something like that would stay in our relationship like a poison in the blood, slowly killing off everything that is good between us, with me feeling like the victim and forever persecuting you as a result of my sense of being wronged. I know that am not the kind of person who could imagine that things could be made right just by saying 'I forgive you', following which I would be able to forget about what you had done and move on. No, I'm not that kind of person at all... however, I am the sort of person who could remove the pain of an injustice by... getting even."
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling like I was being slow on the uptake.
"I mean that my immediate reaction to that video," Sean replied, "was that the only way I could save our relationship was not to forgive you but to get even with you. That way we could both put this thing behind us and move on. And that the only way to get even with you would be to do to you what you had done to me. That is, to have sex with someone who wasn't you, so you would know what it felt like for me to see you fucking a woman and cheating on me with your words and your actions. Of course, it couldn't be with a woman. I'm not like you, Bruce. I am absolutely firmly homosexual. There's no curiosity, no lust. No interest there. There never has been. So it had to be with another man. Luckily I knew one who was looking for some revenge of his own."
"You mean, that for us to save our relationship," I replied, slightly aghast, "you are going to have sex with another man? Who?" The thought of him fucking another man abruptly filled me with horror and made me feel slightly sick, and I was immediately full of the uncontrollable envy which he had no doubt been experiencing over the last few days and this morning.
He stared at me solemnly for a few seconds, then announced, "Not, GOING TO have sex, Bruce. I have had sex with another man already, this morning, after I watched the video of you and the slut."
"What! Who?" Part of me already knew who he was referring to, but I was not able to articulate it to myself.
"With Tom, of course," he answered calmly. "We fucked this morning, in his front room, after we had watched the video he had captured last night. What better way to get even with our cheating spouses than to return the favor? Tom suggested it. He had mentioned it in conversation, before, that he was a little bi-curious. Not enough to actively seek out and date men, his desires lie firmly with the opposite sex, but he has always been a little curious. Well, we were able to abate that curiosity by testing it out, in the flesh.
"First of all I was against it, but then he and I discussed it quite rationally, before we had sex together, there and then. It was quite good, in fact. Tom fucked my mouth and then my ass, and is probably having this very conversation with his whore of a wife right now."
"Oh," I uttered, crestfallen. I felt sick. My loving Sean, my loyal partner throughout my adult life who I was sure had never cheated on me, had just announced that he had just had partaken in revenge sex earlier that morning. "Well, is that it, then? Does that mean you think our relationship can be saved?" My voice was weak, broken. I immediately could not stand the thought that tiny-dick Tom had stuck his cock in my boyfriend, the arrogant little prick. How dare he?
"Erm, not yet," Sean replied, and I could see the strong Sean who I had fallen in love with years earlier shining out as he spoke, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth no doubt emerging as he recognized the queasy envious reaction his words had caused. "Tom and I had to sit through that stomach-churning video from last night, so before you and I can really start to consider how we are going to heal this relationship and be true to each other again, you need to sit here and watch mine and Tom's video."
"What?" I almost squeaked, appalled. "You filmed it?" He nodded, then moved his hand back to the remote, signalling he was about to press play. "Sean, please don't make me watch this."
"This isn't your time for requests," he said. "Watch this, and maybe I will be able to feel satisfied I have gotten even with you, and maybe we can then move on to save our relationship."
Sean pressed play on the remote. Sarah and Tom's front room came in to view. Seconds later, Sean and Tom appeared on screen. I watched the screen, my heart pounding, as they approached each other.
They were stood about two feet away from each other, Sean glanced briefly at the camera as they faced each other, clearly aware of its presence.
Tom made the first move, stepping closer and reaching for both of Sean's hands. He accepted his grasp, and they stepped in to within about a foot of each other, both looking slightly awkward in their movements. They were quite similar in height, although Tom was slightly taller. He tilted his head forward, and then said, "May I kiss you?"
Sean murmured his assent, and then their mouths were leaning in towards each other, and they started to kiss softly. I was now unable to take my eyes off the screen as I watched my beloved boyfriend, who had not been with another man for 10 years, kiss Tom while they held hands together like two young lovers.
The kiss was initially awkward, without tongues, and slightly lacking in passion. However, I could see their bodies edging closer until finally Sean's chest pressed against Tom's. Then Sean, no doubt applying his strong willpower that if he was going to do something he would do it properly, lifted one hand to place it behind Tom's neck, and pulled his mouth onto his own more firmly. Considering this was probably Tom's first time kissing another man, and despite him being at least mostly heterosexual, he seemed to be enjoying it.
The kiss then lost some of its awkwardness, the two mouths opening onto each other with more passion, and Tom's now free hand slid round to Sean's back, Sean let out a soft groan as their bodies pressed against one another. I wondered what it felt like to Tom, having my boyfriend's chest, another man, pressed into him, for the first time, with no fleshy bumps in the way. Was this experience living up to his curiosity? The sight of the pair of them embracing made me feel darkly horrible, but then at the same time I was captivated by the action on the screen.
I think it was Sean who introduced his tongue to the kiss first, since I heard Tom gasp slightly and then it became clear that they were definitely french-kissing each other, the embrace slowly heating up. Their other hands were released, and then Sean's second hand was running up and down Tom's back while the first hand curled into the hair at the back of his head.
I watched Tom's other hand slide down to Sean's hip, then move round to his ass, where it stopped, resting against his curved cheek lightly. Their chests still pressed together, and I could not help but notice that their lower bodies were now touching while they kissed. A bulge was visible on both of them, and I could see Sean lightly rubbing his hip against Tom's bulge as he kissed him.
"Mmmm, you are a really good kisser," Sean announced on screen, breathily, and I suddenly felt horribly sure that he was not play-acting that statement for my later benefit, and that he was actually getting into this. After all, Sean loved french-kissing, and I was the only man he had kissed for over a decade – what if Tom was a better kisser than me?
"You too," replied Tom, his voice husky, and this served to prompt the two of them to recommence their snogging with renewed and enhanced vigor, more vocal noises of appreciation now being made while they made out with each other. Sean was definitely grinding his hip against Tom's erection now, and his own hand slid down from Tom's back to his ass.
They were really getting absorbed in the kiss now, and I was slightly horrified to feel my own cock twitching as I watched another man tongue my loving boyfriend while squeezing his ass. Their tongues were clearly snaking into each other's mouths, Sean's hand in Tom's hair pulling him onto him.
Tom squeezed Sean's firm butt cheek while they kissed, and I heard him exclaim, "Your ass is amazing, so firm and squishy."
"Why, thank you," Sean answered, looking genuinely flattered, before mashing his mouth against Tom once more. "Why don't you take off my pants, so you can see and feel it better..."
They did not break from kissing while I watched Tom reach behind my boyfriend to start unbuttoning his pants. He might have a relatively small dick, I thought, but he certainly appeared to have nimble fingers, because Sean's pants were down in seconds. Sean took the opportunity to shake them off his legs, kicking them to the floor. Next, Sean pulled his long sleeved shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, next to his pants. Sean was dressed in only his briefs now.
Tom could not resist the invitation to feel and grab some more of Sean's thinly-veiled ass, as he started to kiss Sean's lips.
Sean's hand remained on Tom's neck while Tom planted kisses on the parts of Sean's shoulders and chest. I could hear Sean moaning appreciatively in response to the attention he was getting. I wondered how Tom was feeling, as he rubbed and kissed Sean's flat toned pecs, with him being used to grabbing, kissing and sucking on nipples with breasts for so long. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and Sean was enjoying the attention of another man, a "straight" man, supposedly, on his male body.
"Hmmhm, I love sucking on these nipples," I heard Tom murmur, as he flicked his tongue over Sean's right nipple, then he switched his attention to the other nipple, licking, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. I knew that Sean loved having his nipples played with. He was highly sensitive in that area. It was definitely the case that I no longer lingered there during sex anything like as much as Tom was doing now. Sean was clearly loving the attention he was getting from Tom, however, and again he groaned in satisfaction.
"Why don't you use that skillful mouth of yours somewhere further down," Sean moaned in suggestion, and I was now morbidly resigned to being both appalled and aroused at the same time as I watched Tom accept the prompt, and start to kiss down my boyfriend's torso to his waist, sliding to his knees in front of him, while Sean remained standing.
When Tom stopped and took hold of Sean's briefs, to slide them down his legs, I realized that my cock was now fully erect in my trousers. I wondered if Sean had noticed, and hoped he would not see the effect that watching the evidence of my cuckolding was having on me.
Sean's long uncircumcised cock was suddenly exposed to Tom. Tom looked somewhat surprised. Perhaps Tom was circumcised like me, and so unsure how to handle Sean's foreskin covered penis. Most men in America were, like myself, circumcised at birth. But Sean's parents, for one reason or another, decided to forgo circumcising their son when he was born. Tom took a few moments to take this in, then he reached forward to toy a little with the extra skin covering Sean's glans, perhaps testing to see how easy it would be to slide back and forth. Sean's foreskin is long and it completely covers the head, even when his penis is fully erect. But it's loose enough to be able to pull back fully, without causing discomfort. After pulling the foreskin back and forth a several times, Tom pushed his mouth onto Sean's cock. Then Tom was licking and tonguing my boyfriend's penis, with Sean grunting and groaning above him.
Sean used his hands to balance himself while he received the sensual ministrations from Tom's tongue, and he moaned and said, "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're such an AMAZING cocksucker, Tom. Oh FUCK!"
Again, I felt insanely jealous at his apparent reaction to the work of Tom's mouth, insecure now that he might be better at sucking a cock than I was. Even worse if this was his first time, and I had my long experience on my side. Tom was locked in one place, and I felt sure that he was tending to Sean's foreskin with small quick flicks of his tongue, and going by Sean's reactions he had indeed found the area to tease. Could it be true that Tom already knew how to please my boyfriend so well? Was this just their way of trying to hurt me and Sarah, who was possibly also watching this on tape. Her 'straight' husband performing gay sex on a gay man, and apparently making a great job of it.
"Mmmmm... Tom," Sean whispered. "So good... what a wickedly skillful mouth you have. You really know how to suck a cock!"
Tom's hands were reached around Sean, squeezing his round ass cheeks, and he whispered, "Your cock tastes amazing, and I love how slippery your foreskin is." Then he turned his attention to Sean's balls, sucking and licking his scrotum. Sean's panting and moaning started to build relentlessly while he grabbed and ran his fingers through Tom's hair.
Eventually, I watched helplessly as Sean's body started to to tense and he started to shoot his cum down Tom's throat. Sean had been brought to this point by another man's mouth. "Ohh... mmmmm...... oh Tom, fuck... ahhhh." Tom still did not release Sean at this point, and I knew that my boyfriend's cum would now be dripping down Tom's throat. Sean's hands circled in his hair appreciatively while Tom still continued to suck and lick Sean during his orgasm. Then shortly after, Tom finally released Sean from his oral attentions, and stood up to embrace him again.
"Well now I know what I have been missing out on all this time," Tom grinned at Sean. "You have an amazing cock, Sean. And your cum tasted delicious as it covered my tongue and ran down my throat.
I looked across at Sean on the sofa when this happened on screen. He did not return my look, but I saw his body shiver slightly as if in recollection of an intense orgasm experienced earlier that day.
I had just watched my boyfriend get a blowjob from another man, an event which had confused me by both repulsing and arousing me at the same time. I both hated the fact that it had happened but at the same time some perverted aspect of me found it a turn on to see my lover become a sexual object for someone else's use, which was a reaction which truly surprised me.
On the screen, Sean collapsed on jellied legs to the thick carpet in Sarah and Tom's front room, while Tom remained standing. "Thanks...lover," Sean whispered, and I was sure he had used these words deliberately. "Now, why don't you get undressed and bring that hard cock of yours over to my mouth. I think it needs some attention."
Tom did as he was bidden, and I could see his excitement as he stripped off, probably feeling the same things I had felt with Sarah over the recent evenings, the thrill of exploring new orifices with a woman, or him now, with another man, for the first time. His boxers came off last, revealing the area where I definitely had a clear superiority over him, his cock. His was about 5 and a half inches long, circumcised, and of average girth, but right now was rigid and upright. I felt slightly better that I knew he would not be able to effect Sean as much as I do by fucking him, with that thing.
Sean was laying on his back on the floor, looking very wanton and sexy now, and he encouraged Tom to squat above him with his knees planted at either side of Sean's head, holding his cock pointed down towards his mouth.
Sean took hold of his cock in one hand, then gripped his balls with the other, and murmured, "This looks tasty Tom... do you want Sarah's gay friend Sean to put it in his mouth?"
"Yess..." acknowledged Tom, then indeed Sean was taking him into his oral orifice, and giving him a blowjob. I knew that Sean had a full large mouth, and that he was an incredible cocksucker, and this clearly became evident very quickly to Tom. "Fuck, this feels amazing!" he exclaimed, as Sean took Tom's entire length into his mouth and throat, and began to lather his cock with his skilled tongue.
My boyfriend was performing oral sex in front of me on the screen, and again that conflicting emotion between rage and involuntary arousal gripped me. Tom was clearly getting a treat from Sean, discovering first hand, why it is said that most gay men give excellent blowjobs. But Sean puts most other gay men to shame, with his top-notch cock-sucking. I realized that after years of trying to stretch Sean's mouth around my girth, applying himself to a smaller shaft like Tom's would allow him far greater license to apply his cock-pleasuring skills.
Tom was balancing on his hands and knees, gasping, with his cock in my boyfriend's mouth and throat, and I could see him making slow rocking motions as if to start fucking Sean's amazing mouth. Sean was holding Tom's balls and I could see his throat contracting repeatedly, so he was apparently deep-throating Tom on their room floor.
"You suck cock so much better than Sarah," Tom announced, and Sean again smirked appreciatively at the comment, which I acknowledged to myself was undeniably true. "Sarah has never done this with her throat... ohhh... I think I am going to cum..."
Sean's hand moved round to grip Tom's ass cheeks to hold him in place, and then I was watching a man other than me pump his semen into my boyfriend's mouth on the screen, hearing Tom grunt and Sean moan as Tom's cum filled his throat, their animal-like sounds mirroring the kind of sounds of lust which Sarah and I had indulged in on screen minutes earlier.
Tom eventually extracted himself, then I saw Sean reach for the camera, and the screen went black. I almost sighed with relief, but before I had time to, the screen flicked on and a new image of Tom and Sean appeared on screen.
Then I heard Sean say something that left me feeling both mortified and admittedly, aroused, at the same time.
"Tom, I want that cock in my ass right now."
Tom did not need to be asked twice, and then he was sliding down above Sean, who was now on his back with his feet up in the air. Tom's cock was now placed before Sean's asshole. Then Tom was pushing inside him, and they started to fuck each other.
I watched, sickened, my cock hard, as my Boyfriend, Sean, was fucked by a man other than myself for the first time in 10 years. They started slowly at first, and I saw Sean reach his hand round the back of Tom's head again to pull his mouth onto his own. They kissed tenderly and passionately, Sean moaning quietly as their tongues worked together while Tom's cock was being repeated thrusted back and forth inside of my boyfriend's asshole.
I knew that the size of Tom's dick would not effect Sean much after years of my girth inside him, but I also knew that he would would be feeling highly aroused by having this new experience with someone else, after having sex with the same man for so long. There was also an urgent thirst for revenge on their partners, they were both feeding, which in its own way, would also heighten the excitement of their sexual encounter.
"Ohhh, Tom," Sean moaned, "I like having your cock inside me, it feels so fucking good!" This sounded like a deliberate parody of me and Sarah, and yet it also sounded like he could have meant it.
They french-kissed again, while Tom's tempo of fucking slowly increased. "Do you think my body is hot, Tom?" Sean asked him, while breaking off to kiss Tom's ear and neck. "Do you like my masculine body, long cock, and tight ass?"
"More than you can know," Tom moaned, affectionately running one hand on the side of Sean face while he returned to kissing him. "I have fantasied about having gay sex for years, and I've always had an attraction to you, Sean. I've always felt like, if I was going to fuck another man, I would like it to be someone like you. And now I'm actually doing it. I'm fucking you. You feel amazing inside." Tom reached down for another kiss. "This is the best sex I have ever had. And it's with another guy." That dirty little bastard! I thought to myself, how dare he be fantasizing this way about my boyfriend!
"Then fuck me HARD, Tom, make me cum, as you fuck me, and cum in me in turn," Sean moaned, then Tom was hammering into Sean's ass on the carpet, Tom's rear pumping up and down as he thrust into Sean. Their mingled sounds of lust were clearly audible, and I was appalled to realize that Sean definitely was not play-acting his sounds of lust were, as far as I could tell, genuine ones.
For Tom's part, he sounded like he was in heaven, constantly repeating Sean's name while he fucked my boyfriend's asshole. "Oh, Sean.... so sexy... such a fucking tight ass! This is amazing!" The two grunted, then Tom was murmuring a word with each consecutive thrust, "Wanted... to... do... this... for... so... long... fucking... you... is... so... fucking... hot..."
Then Tom was cumming inside my boyfriend. Groaning and crying out as he pumped his load of cum into Sean's ass, grinding his pelvis against him as he tried to get into Sean as deeply as possible. This appeared to set Sean over the edge, and he started to cry out, "Yes, babe, fill me with your beautiful cock, Tom. Fill me up inside your delicious cum... ohhh... Fuuuck! I'm cumming...", as Sean's torso was now soaked with his own juice.
Then they were french-kissing again, with Tom's dick still inside my boyfriend, no doubt still pumping his semen inside of him, while Sean's arms wrapped round Tom's back to hold him inside him. This post-sex snogging then seemed to go on for minutes, until eventually Tom got up, turned to the camera, and switched it off.
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Sean and I sat in silence for a couple of minutes afterwards. I hoped that he had not noticed my erection while I had been watching the video. I finally broke the silence. "OK. Does that mean that we are even?"
"I guess it does," Sean stated. He could see how shocked and appalled I was at having had the role of adulterer reversed on me, and so he added, "Look on the bright side. If you are horrified by what you just saw, it means you still want me and are not quite ready to cast me aside for a woman yet. And I still want to try make things work with you."
Sean smiled slightly when he said this, and I gave weak one of my own, in return. "So what happens now?" I asked.
"We try to rebuild things and put this behind us," he said. "Starting with tonight. Why don't we go out for a meal together." After that, there was more small talk, but I became gradually more comfortable that this was not going to destroy our relationship.
However, there were some big unknowns in that conclusion.
Was my brief obsession with the opposite sex, now over? Could I go the rest of my life forgoing the sensation of a warm, wet pussy sliding down over my cock, again? Would Sean still be enough for me, as he had been for the previous ten years? And what about Sean? Will he truly ever fully forgive me? And was his sexual encounter with Tom really just a one time thing? What if Sean, now having experienced the thrill of adultery himself, was compelled by his own desires to repeat the encounter with Tom or with someone else? Especially now that Tom had experienced, and clearly enjoyed, gay sex.
And finally, how was Sarah going to react to all of this, particularly if she had become pregnant from our times having sex?
Was I about to become a father?
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Part 2: Revenge is a dish best served with cock.
The phone at my desk rang for what must have been the twentieth time, and it was clear that the person on the other end of the call was not going to hang up any time soon.
I definitely did not want to interrupt what I was in the middle of to take the call, but each consecutive ring served as further announcement that the person dialing my direct office number was doing so for a reason of importance, a cause from which they were not going to be easily diverted.
I finally opened my eyes to look at the caller identity on my phone, and immediately recognized it as my home number. This was not a great surprise, since Sean was one of only a handful of people who had my direct dial. I knew instinctively that something was wrong, since it was very rare that Sean called me late in the morning of a working day. Reluctantly I moved my hand to the receiver, picked it up, and placed it to my ear.
"Hello," I started, the slight tremor in my voice caused by a number of reasons which would not be evident to the person making the call.
"Don't hello me, you two-faced lying cheating bastard," responded Sean heatedly on the other end of the phone. "I now know what you and that fucking whore have been up to. If you want to save our relationship, you no-good slut-fucking scumbag, you had better be home in the next hour."
Sean then ended the call abruptly, and I placed my own phone receiver back in the cradle, sighing with the weary resignation that I had finally been uncovered.
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I drove home, wondering what had triggered the change in Sean's mood from the happiness which had been experienced at breakfast, to the raging anger which had been transmitted on the phone. I thought about how I could defend myself against any further accusations, but I realized that it was impossible to plan for this without knowing exactly what evidence he had to support the comments he had made.
He had certainly addressed me with more venom on the call than I could ever recall at any other time during our relationship, which made me nervous that he had something incontrovertible, but I could not begin to imagine what that might be. The only thing I would be able to do was to hear what he had to say, assess how concrete the source for his accusations was, and then react accordingly.
However, as I pulled into our driveway, my stomach was churning and I felt slightly ill. I also knew that the words he had used to describe me were all true.
Sean's car was in the driveway, and I steeled myself for what was about to come as I walked up to the front door. I contemplated shouting "Hi honey, I'm home," as I walked into the house, then smiled at my own weak attempt at gallows humor. Instead I entered in silence, and got an icy cold statement of "I am in the front room," from Sean after I had closed the door. I walked through to see him, now feeling as if it was me who had in turn been summoned to see the headmaster.
I entered the room to see Sean sitting at one end of our sofa, wearing a Nike T shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I could tell immediately that some of the anger he had expressed on the phone had subsided, to be replaced by an exterior of frostiness.
"Sit down," he commanded me, and I complied, sitting at the other end of the sofa from him. He stared at me, and I could see that his eyes were slightly red, that he had been crying just before I got home. However, he was hiding this apparent sorrow behind a hard facade now. "Have you got anything to share with me?" he asked.
"Sean, what is it?" I queried. "You called me here."
"I SAID," he replied, loudly. "Have you got anything you want to share with me?"
I was still not ready to spill my guts until I knew what evidence he had in support of his earlier accusations, so I repeated, "You called me here? Why?"
"Because I want to save our relationship," he stated. "Because I want you to be honest with me about what has been going on with Sarah, before it's too late. So, I will ask you again, have you anything to say?"
"Haven't we already had this conversation two days ago?" I replied, trying to act hurt and confused again.
"Yes, we did, but that was before I was given the evidence that proves that not only are you a cheating no-good bastard, you are a lying no-good bastard as well." Harsh but fair, I acknowledged mentally.
At least this gave me the opening I was looking for. "What evidence?" I asked.
He contemplated the question, then sighed, and said, "I can see now what a fool I have been this week, and I am realizing now that with someone who is clearly as accomplished at lying as you have been revealed to be, expecting you to tell me the truth was too much to hope for. What evidence? WHAT evidence? This evidence." Sean reached for the TV remote control, switching the TV on from standby, then in turn took the DVD remote and pressed play.
It took me a second to recognize what I was looking at, given the peculiar angle from which the footage had been shot, but as soon as the penny dropped my heart sank at the same time. If this was about to show what I guessed it was about to show, I thought, my relationship with Sean may well be as completely and utterly screwed as Sarah had been over the course of the last three evenings.
The first moving image on the TV screen was of Tom's back, as he moved away from the camera which he had just surreptitiously planted on the bookshelf in the bedroom. He turned back once to look at the camera, then left the room, which then lay empty as the footage continued to record. The camera, on a shelf which must have been about a foot above the level of the bed mattress, captured the angle of the bed completely.
I moved to grab for the remote, but Sean swiftly moved it out of my reach. "Oh, don't worry... LOVER," he said sarcastically. "I have already watched it, this morning with Tom at his house, so snatching the remote from me isn't going to save your dirty little secrets from coming out. This watch is for your benefit, so you can see what I have already seen and think about how that might have made me feel while viewing it. If you want to have any hope of saving our relationship, you can sit there and squirm while we both watch this together. In fact, I think Tom and the slut are having a similar viewing at this very moment."
I was obviously well-and-truly rumbled, so I was resigned to being on the receiving end of whatever medicine Sean now wanted me to swallow. However, he had now made reference to 'saving our relationship' on two occasions, so I took that as some encouragement at least that things were not completely beyond redemption.
On the screen, a minute passed, and then Sarah entered the room, wearing a conservative unattractive dressing gown. She shut the door behind her, then Sean and I watched as Sarah quickly shrugged off the shapeless dressing gown, revealing an equally shapeless t-shirt covering plain panties underneath. This was obviously the attire she had put on for Tom's benefit.
Despite myself, I observed with fascination as she then acted to ready herself for me. First she was reaching into the cabinet in the room, producing satin gloves, black leather boots, and gauzy black panties. Then she was stripping off her dowdy clothes, and adorning herself with the arousing black outfit she had displayed to me. Then there was a quick spray of perfume, before she lay on the bed, the camera capturing her perfect body.
"Sean, if you have already seen this, what's the point of watching it again?" I asked, a hint of panic in my voice, wondering how good the audio was going to be and desperately trying to recall what I had done and said the previous night.
"Why don't you stop asking questions, shithead, and only speak when you are answering some of my questions," he replied, for which I had no possible counter.
We then sat in silence, watching as Sarah slid a hand down inside her panties, and started to touch herself. She masturbated herself slowly and teasingly, similar to the way she had done on our first night together, the main difference being that then a large part of her body had been under the sheets. Despite the situation, it was a very horny sight to see, but there was no way I was going to let Sean see that element of my reaction.
Finally, I heard the doorbell ring in the background on the television, announcing my imminent arrival. This was a cue for Sarah to stop her self-pleasuring and to compose herself in the posture with which she had greeted me, with her hair fanned out beneath her and one leg bent sexily.
"Here comes the conquering hero, for his hour of awkward straight sex," Sean sneered spitefully, as on screen I entered the room, and the said hero made the first of what were now to prove to be gut-wrenching announcements, commenting on how stunning Sarah looked before divesting himself of his clothes at rapid pace.
Viewing what followed over the next hour represented probably the least comfortable experience of my life. Sean actually forwarded through some parts, but essentially he made me watch all of the torrid highlights as I fucked and sucked his best friend from all sorts of angles, and as I was sucked and fucked by Sarah in return. Occasionally Sean made some acerbic remarks such as "Yes, it looks very awkward, doesn't it, don't like girls at all, do you? You lying shit."
Despite my predicament, part of me could not help but appreciate how good the sex on the screen looked, however. Sarah looked fantastic, and I had to admit that I looked fairly porn-star like and performed pretty well too. I therefore watched in grim fascination as Sarah first of all worked down my body with kisses, before starting a blowjob which culminated with me cumming in her mouth. I then watched as we adopted the 69 position, and she in turn came under the assault of my willing tongue. The action went on from there to Sarah squatting above me and gradually lowering herself onto my cock, with the hot fucking which followed.
The camera in fact confirmed to me what I already knew, which was that sex with Sarah was as close to perfection as I had ever experienced. The heated look on our faces only worked to elucidate this fact more so. I was sure that Sean would be able to see this as well, and that the knowledge could well be consuming him with jealousy and rage from within. How would I able to cope with watching Sean indulging in top-notch sex with someone else, if the roles were reversed? Not very well at all, I surmised, and therefore I could understand Sean's occasional barbed commentary.
What was slightly surprising to me however was just how loud Sarah and my grunting and moaning was, and how animal-like it sounded. The camera had in fact recorded the audio perfectly. Indeed, this high-quality sound was disastrous, since the worst moments sitting here right now while watching with Sean were definitely when Sarah and I participated in lust-filled conversation and exclamations which betrayed our partners more emphatically than any lewd act we were committing on the screen had done.
For instance, Sarah whispering to me, on the video, early in the night....
"...I spoke with Sean earlier. He is so incredibly gullible, so trusting of the two of us, so willing to believe there is no passion or lust between us. Well, in the next couple of hours, I am not going to just help you to cheat on your boyfriend, I am going to wipe him out of your mind, am going to make you fall even more completely in lust for me..."
The exchange between us, when Sarah's mouth was hovering teasingly close to my cock...
"...Do you want my hot little dirty mouth on your cock today, for the first time? ...Do you want me more than your boyfriend now, do you lust for me above all others, including Sean?" And my answer confirming that, yes, I did indeed lust for her more than my own boyfriend. Later, I had also gone on to tell her that her ass was better than Sean's too, and every time these comments came out on screen with Sean next to me, it was painful.
The worst however was when Sarah was squatting over me, massaging two inches of my dick inside her cunt...
"I bet Sean has never done this for you, has he?" she stated proudly, while lowering herself such that another inch of my cock entered her. "I bet his ass can't do this?"
"No, never," I gasped, in awe of how she was gripping my cock, almost milking it, although I was not ready to cum yet. "His ass, once inside, is too loose for this."
That one earned me a specific dirty look and a disapproving curse from Sean.
And finally, when lying in our cum-soaked embrace prior to the shower, Sarah saying....
"...I don't know how I can give you up in two nights time, Bruce. I don't think I can let Sean have you back, all to himself...." And me replying that I did not think that I wanted her to...
When finally the on-screen couple moved to the shower, Sean forwarded through the rest of the DVD until he arrived at a scene where I left the room and the recording cut out. Sean then paused the DVD and turned to look at me.
"I thought you were gay, Bruce!" How long have you felt like this? But that's not even the worst of it! You said some horrible, cruel, terrible things about me last night," he stated, again looking hurt. "Did you mean them?"
"No, of course not, they were stupid comments made in the heat of the moment," I responded, feeling terrible again for what I had done to Sean for and for my betrayal of him with both deeds and words. "Yes, I have been having lustful sex with Sarah. Maybe there's a part of me that isn't gay as gay as I thought, and yes, I lied about that to you too, but please do not think for one moment that I do not love you and want you. I'm not lying when I say that. I promise."
"And as you say, you have lied to me repeatedly too," he added, sighing wistfully. "You were very accomplished at that, skillfully deflecting my suspicions over the last couple of days, when I began to wonder whether I had made a very big mistake in agreeing to all of this." I said nothing, but looked as shamefaced as I currently felt. "I guess all of this is my fault though," Sean continued. "I started this, I pushed you into the way of temptation, into the bed of that conniving bitch. But how can I ever trust a word you say again?"
"I should have said no, from the outset," I replied. "I have made a terrible mistake." And this time, I genuinely meant it, wishing I could undo what I had already done with Sarah, to put things back to how they had been with Sean.
"My friendship with Sarah is finished," Sean stated. "There is no way I can trust her after this. I truly hope that she isn't pregnant, the conceited cow. However, the question is, can I trust you at all anymore, and do I want to save our relationship? Are you still interested in men. Do you still want me, Bruce? And do you want to make sacrifices to save our relationship?"
"I want to save our relationship," I stated firmly. "I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to make you trust me again." .
"So if you were me and you also wanted to save our relationship, Bruce, what would you do?" Sean asked me, expecting an answer, and I was suddenly unnerved because I sensed that there was some hidden agenda behind the question.
"Firstly, I would make me promise never to do anything like this with Sarah ever again," I said, carefully. "And I give you that promise. I will not see her again."
"That is a given, otherwise I will cut your dick off myself and stick it up your ass. And what else?" he demanded.
Coming up with a second point was a lot trickier, particularly when I felt that he already knew what the answer was but wanted to see me squirm. After a few seconds of fruitless consideration, I desperately ventured, "Forgive me?"
"Well, I suppose that is a given too, eventually," Sean answered, "but it isn't the answer I had in mind." he stared at me for a few seconds more, then sighed and said, "Whatever you might think given your actions over the last few days, Bruce, which have not shown me any respect at all, I am a strong person and I actually have a lot of respect for myself. But I still love you, and I care about our relationship, and I actually concluded before I had finished watching this video for the first time today that I was not about to give up on all of that just because you have allowed that large cock of yours to overwhelm your small mind for a few days."
I think Sean noticed the look on my face, that his comments allowed me to hope that things could return to how they were, and he immediately added, "However, I also knew immediately after watching that footage that I could never be the sort of person to just wake up one day and say 'I forgive you', after which everything would be alright again."
Sean paused to give himself time to compose his words, then said, "If I had reacted to this act of adultery with just tears, then the sense of betrayal and jealousy would I think have eventually been too much to take. I think something like that would stay in our relationship like a poison in the blood, slowly killing off everything that is good between us, with me feeling like the victim and forever persecuting you as a result of my sense of being wronged. I know that am not the kind of person who could imagine that things could be made right just by saying 'I forgive you', following which I would be able to forget about what you had done and move on. No, I'm not that kind of person at all... however, I am the sort of person who could remove the pain of an injustice by... getting even."
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling like I was being slow on the uptake.
"I mean that my immediate reaction to that video," Sean replied, "was that the only way I could save our relationship was not to forgive you but to get even with you. That way we could both put this thing behind us and move on. And that the only way to get even with you would be to do to you what you had done to me. That is, to have sex with someone who wasn't you, so you would know what it felt like for me to see you fucking a woman and cheating on me with your words and your actions. Of course, it couldn't be with a woman. I'm not like you, Bruce. I am absolutely firmly homosexual. There's no curiosity, no lust. No interest there. There never has been. So it had to be with another man. Luckily I knew one who was looking for some revenge of his own."
"You mean, that for us to save our relationship," I replied, slightly aghast, "you are going to have sex with another man? Who?" The thought of him fucking another man abruptly filled me with horror and made me feel slightly sick, and I was immediately full of the uncontrollable envy which he had no doubt been experiencing over the last few days and this morning.
He stared at me solemnly for a few seconds, then announced, "Not, GOING TO have sex, Bruce. I have had sex with another man already, this morning, after I watched the video of you and the slut."
"What! Who?" Part of me already knew who he was referring to, but I was not able to articulate it to myself.
"With Tom, of course," he answered calmly. "We fucked this morning, in his front room, after we had watched the video he had captured last night. What better way to get even with our cheating spouses than to return the favor? Tom suggested it. He had mentioned it in conversation, before, that he was a little bi-curious. Not enough to actively seek out and date men, his desires lie firmly with the opposite sex, but he has always been a little curious. Well, we were able to abate that curiosity by testing it out, in the flesh.
"First of all I was against it, but then he and I discussed it quite rationally, before we had sex together, there and then. It was quite good, in fact. Tom fucked my mouth and then my ass, and is probably having this very conversation with his whore of a wife right now."
"Oh," I uttered, crestfallen. I felt sick. My loving Sean, my loyal partner throughout my adult life who I was sure had never cheated on me, had just announced that he had just had partaken in revenge sex earlier that morning. "Well, is that it, then? Does that mean you think our relationship can be saved?" My voice was weak, broken. I immediately could not stand the thought that tiny-dick Tom had stuck his cock in my boyfriend, the arrogant little prick. How dare he?
"Erm, not yet," Sean replied, and I could see the strong Sean who I had fallen in love with years earlier shining out as he spoke, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth no doubt emerging as he recognized the queasy envious reaction his words had caused. "Tom and I had to sit through that stomach-churning video from last night, so before you and I can really start to consider how we are going to heal this relationship and be true to each other again, you need to sit here and watch mine and Tom's video."
"What?" I almost squeaked, appalled. "You filmed it?" He nodded, then moved his hand back to the remote, signalling he was about to press play. "Sean, please don't make me watch this."
"This isn't your time for requests," he said. "Watch this, and maybe I will be able to feel satisfied I have gotten even with you, and maybe we can then move on to save our relationship."
Sean pressed play on the remote. Sarah and Tom's front room came in to view. Seconds later, Sean and Tom appeared on screen. I watched the screen, my heart pounding, as they approached each other.
They were stood about two feet away from each other, Sean glanced briefly at the camera as they faced each other, clearly aware of its presence.
Tom made the first move, stepping closer and reaching for both of Sean's hands. He accepted his grasp, and they stepped in to within about a foot of each other, both looking slightly awkward in their movements. They were quite similar in height, although Tom was slightly taller. He tilted his head forward, and then said, "May I kiss you?"
Sean murmured his assent, and then their mouths were leaning in towards each other, and they started to kiss softly. I was now unable to take my eyes off the screen as I watched my beloved boyfriend, who had not been with another man for 10 years, kiss Tom while they held hands together like two young lovers.
The kiss was initially awkward, without tongues, and slightly lacking in passion. However, I could see their bodies edging closer until finally Sean's chest pressed against Tom's. Then Sean, no doubt applying his strong willpower that if he was going to do something he would do it properly, lifted one hand to place it behind Tom's neck, and pulled his mouth onto his own more firmly. Considering this was probably Tom's first time kissing another man, and despite him being at least mostly heterosexual, he seemed to be enjoying it.
The kiss then lost some of its awkwardness, the two mouths opening onto each other with more passion, and Tom's now free hand slid round to Sean's back, Sean let out a soft groan as their bodies pressed against one another. I wondered what it felt like to Tom, having my boyfriend's chest, another man, pressed into him, for the first time, with no fleshy bumps in the way. Was this experience living up to his curiosity? The sight of the pair of them embracing made me feel darkly horrible, but then at the same time I was captivated by the action on the screen.
I think it was Sean who introduced his tongue to the kiss first, since I heard Tom gasp slightly and then it became clear that they were definitely french-kissing each other, the embrace slowly heating up. Their other hands were released, and then Sean's second hand was running up and down Tom's back while the first hand curled into the hair at the back of his head.
I watched Tom's other hand slide down to Sean's hip, then move round to his ass, where it stopped, resting against his curved cheek lightly. Their chests still pressed together, and I could not help but notice that their lower bodies were now touching while they kissed. A bulge was visible on both of them, and I could see Sean lightly rubbing his hip against Tom's bulge as he kissed him.
"Mmmm, you are a really good kisser," Sean announced on screen, breathily, and I suddenly felt horribly sure that he was not play-acting that statement for my later benefit, and that he was actually getting into this. After all, Sean loved french-kissing, and I was the only man he had kissed for over a decade – what if Tom was a better kisser than me?
"You too," replied Tom, his voice husky, and this served to prompt the two of them to recommence their snogging with renewed and enhanced vigor, more vocal noises of appreciation now being made while they made out with each other. Sean was definitely grinding his hip against Tom's erection now, and his own hand slid down from Tom's back to his ass.
They were really getting absorbed in the kiss now, and I was slightly horrified to feel my own cock twitching as I watched another man tongue my loving boyfriend while squeezing his ass. Their tongues were clearly snaking into each other's mouths, Sean's hand in Tom's hair pulling him onto him.
Tom squeezed Sean's firm butt cheek while they kissed, and I heard him exclaim, "Your ass is amazing, so firm and squishy."
"Why, thank you," Sean answered, looking genuinely flattered, before mashing his mouth against Tom once more. "Why don't you take off my pants, so you can see and feel it better..."
They did not break from kissing while I watched Tom reach behind my boyfriend to start unbuttoning his pants. He might have a relatively small dick, I thought, but he certainly appeared to have nimble fingers, because Sean's pants were down in seconds. Sean took the opportunity to shake them off his legs, kicking them to the floor. Next, Sean pulled his long sleeved shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, next to his pants. Sean was dressed in only his briefs now.
Tom could not resist the invitation to feel and grab some more of Sean's thinly-veiled ass, as he started to kiss Sean's lips.
Sean's hand remained on Tom's neck while Tom planted kisses on the parts of Sean's shoulders and chest. I could hear Sean moaning appreciatively in response to the attention he was getting. I wondered how Tom was feeling, as he rubbed and kissed Sean's flat toned pecs, with him being used to grabbing, kissing and sucking on nipples with breasts for so long. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and Sean was enjoying the attention of another man, a "straight" man, supposedly, on his male body.
"Hmmhm, I love sucking on these nipples," I heard Tom murmur, as he flicked his tongue over Sean's right nipple, then he switched his attention to the other nipple, licking, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. I knew that Sean loved having his nipples played with. He was highly sensitive in that area. It was definitely the case that I no longer lingered there during sex anything like as much as Tom was doing now. Sean was clearly loving the attention he was getting from Tom, however, and again he groaned in satisfaction.
"Why don't you use that skillful mouth of yours somewhere further down," Sean moaned in suggestion, and I was now morbidly resigned to being both appalled and aroused at the same time as I watched Tom accept the prompt, and start to kiss down my boyfriend's torso to his waist, sliding to his knees in front of him, while Sean remained standing.
When Tom stopped and took hold of Sean's briefs, to slide them down his legs, I realized that my cock was now fully erect in my trousers. I wondered if Sean had noticed, and hoped he would not see the effect that watching the evidence of my cuckolding was having on me.
Sean's long uncircumcised cock was suddenly exposed to Tom. Tom looked somewhat surprised. Perhaps Tom was circumcised like me, and so unsure how to handle Sean's foreskin covered penis. Most men in America were, like myself, circumcised at birth. But Sean's parents, for one reason or another, decided to forgo circumcising their son when he was born. Tom took a few moments to take this in, then he reached forward to toy a little with the extra skin covering Sean's glans, perhaps testing to see how easy it would be to slide back and forth. Sean's foreskin is long and it completely covers the head, even when his penis is fully erect. But it's loose enough to be able to pull back fully, without causing discomfort. After pulling the foreskin back and forth a several times, Tom pushed his mouth onto Sean's cock. Then Tom was licking and tonguing my boyfriend's penis, with Sean grunting and groaning above him.
Sean used his hands to balance himself while he received the sensual ministrations from Tom's tongue, and he moaned and said, "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're such an AMAZING cocksucker, Tom. Oh FUCK!"
Again, I felt insanely jealous at his apparent reaction to the work of Tom's mouth, insecure now that he might be better at sucking a cock than I was. Even worse if this was his first time, and I had my long experience on my side. Tom was locked in one place, and I felt sure that he was tending to Sean's foreskin with small quick flicks of his tongue, and going by Sean's reactions he had indeed found the area to tease. Could it be true that Tom already knew how to please my boyfriend so well? Was this just their way of trying to hurt me and Sarah, who was possibly also watching this on tape. Her 'straight' husband performing gay sex on a gay man, and apparently making a great job of it.
"Mmmmm... Tom," Sean whispered. "So good... what a wickedly skillful mouth you have. You really know how to suck a cock!"
Tom's hands were reached around Sean, squeezing his round ass cheeks, and he whispered, "Your cock tastes amazing, and I love how slippery your foreskin is." Then he turned his attention to Sean's balls, sucking and licking his scrotum. Sean's panting and moaning started to build relentlessly while he grabbed and ran his fingers through Tom's hair.
Eventually, I watched helplessly as Sean's body started to to tense and he started to shoot his cum down Tom's throat. Sean had been brought to this point by another man's mouth. "Ohh... mmmmm...... oh Tom, fuck... ahhhh." Tom still did not release Sean at this point, and I knew that my boyfriend's cum would now be dripping down Tom's throat. Sean's hands circled in his hair appreciatively while Tom still continued to suck and lick Sean during his orgasm. Then shortly after, Tom finally released Sean from his oral attentions, and stood up to embrace him again.
"Well now I know what I have been missing out on all this time," Tom grinned at Sean. "You have an amazing cock, Sean. And your cum tasted delicious as it covered my tongue and ran down my throat.
I looked across at Sean on the sofa when this happened on screen. He did not return my look, but I saw his body shiver slightly as if in recollection of an intense orgasm experienced earlier that day.
I had just watched my boyfriend get a blowjob from another man, an event which had confused me by both repulsing and arousing me at the same time. I both hated the fact that it had happened but at the same time some perverted aspect of me found it a turn on to see my lover become a sexual object for someone else's use, which was a reaction which truly surprised me.
On the screen, Sean collapsed on jellied legs to the thick carpet in Sarah and Tom's front room, while Tom remained standing. "Thanks...lover," Sean whispered, and I was sure he had used these words deliberately. "Now, why don't you get undressed and bring that hard cock of yours over to my mouth. I think it needs some attention."
Tom did as he was bidden, and I could see his excitement as he stripped off, probably feeling the same things I had felt with Sarah over the recent evenings, the thrill of exploring new orifices with a woman, or him now, with another man, for the first time. His boxers came off last, revealing the area where I definitely had a clear superiority over him, his cock. His was about 5 and a half inches long, circumcised, and of average girth, but right now was rigid and upright. I felt slightly better that I knew he would not be able to effect Sean as much as I do by fucking him, with that thing.
Sean was laying on his back on the floor, looking very wanton and sexy now, and he encouraged Tom to squat above him with his knees planted at either side of Sean's head, holding his cock pointed down towards his mouth.
Sean took hold of his cock in one hand, then gripped his balls with the other, and murmured, "This looks tasty Tom... do you want Sarah's gay friend Sean to put it in his mouth?"
"Yess..." acknowledged Tom, then indeed Sean was taking him into his oral orifice, and giving him a blowjob. I knew that Sean had a full large mouth, and that he was an incredible cocksucker, and this clearly became evident very quickly to Tom. "Fuck, this feels amazing!" he exclaimed, as Sean took Tom's entire length into his mouth and throat, and began to lather his cock with his skilled tongue.
My boyfriend was performing oral sex in front of me on the screen, and again that conflicting emotion between rage and involuntary arousal gripped me. Tom was clearly getting a treat from Sean, discovering first hand, why it is said that most gay men give excellent blowjobs. But Sean puts most other gay men to shame, with his top-notch cock-sucking. I realized that after years of trying to stretch Sean's mouth around my girth, applying himself to a smaller shaft like Tom's would allow him far greater license to apply his cock-pleasuring skills.
Tom was balancing on his hands and knees, gasping, with his cock in my boyfriend's mouth and throat, and I could see him making slow rocking motions as if to start fucking Sean's amazing mouth. Sean was holding Tom's balls and I could see his throat contracting repeatedly, so he was apparently deep-throating Tom on their room floor.
"You suck cock so much better than Sarah," Tom announced, and Sean again smirked appreciatively at the comment, which I acknowledged to myself was undeniably true. "Sarah has never done this with her throat... ohhh... I think I am going to cum..."
Sean's hand moved round to grip Tom's ass cheeks to hold him in place, and then I was watching a man other than me pump his semen into my boyfriend's mouth on the screen, hearing Tom grunt and Sean moan as Tom's cum filled his throat, their animal-like sounds mirroring the kind of sounds of lust which Sarah and I had indulged in on screen minutes earlier.
Tom eventually extracted himself, then I saw Sean reach for the camera, and the screen went black. I almost sighed with relief, but before I had time to, the screen flicked on and a new image of Tom and Sean appeared on screen.
Then I heard Sean say something that left me feeling both mortified and admittedly, aroused, at the same time.
"Tom, I want that cock in my ass right now."
Tom did not need to be asked twice, and then he was sliding down above Sean, who was now on his back with his feet up in the air. Tom's cock was now placed before Sean's asshole. Then Tom was pushing inside him, and they started to fuck each other.
I watched, sickened, my cock hard, as my Boyfriend, Sean, was fucked by a man other than myself for the first time in 10 years. They started slowly at first, and I saw Sean reach his hand round the back of Tom's head again to pull his mouth onto his own. They kissed tenderly and passionately, Sean moaning quietly as their tongues worked together while Tom's cock was being repeated thrusted back and forth inside of my boyfriend's asshole.
I knew that the size of Tom's dick would not effect Sean much after years of my girth inside him, but I also knew that he would would be feeling highly aroused by having this new experience with someone else, after having sex with the same man for so long. There was also an urgent thirst for revenge on their partners, they were both feeding, which in its own way, would also heighten the excitement of their sexual encounter.
"Ohhh, Tom," Sean moaned, "I like having your cock inside me, it feels so fucking good!" This sounded like a deliberate parody of me and Sarah, and yet it also sounded like he could have meant it.
They french-kissed again, while Tom's tempo of fucking slowly increased. "Do you think my body is hot, Tom?" Sean asked him, while breaking off to kiss Tom's ear and neck. "Do you like my masculine body, long cock, and tight ass?"
"More than you can know," Tom moaned, affectionately running one hand on the side of Sean face while he returned to kissing him. "I have fantasied about having gay sex for years, and I've always had an attraction to you, Sean. I've always felt like, if I was going to fuck another man, I would like it to be someone like you. And now I'm actually doing it. I'm fucking you. You feel amazing inside." Tom reached down for another kiss. "This is the best sex I have ever had. And it's with another guy." That dirty little bastard! I thought to myself, how dare he be fantasizing this way about my boyfriend!
"Then fuck me HARD, Tom, make me cum, as you fuck me, and cum in me in turn," Sean moaned, then Tom was hammering into Sean's ass on the carpet, Tom's rear pumping up and down as he thrust into Sean. Their mingled sounds of lust were clearly audible, and I was appalled to realize that Sean definitely was not play-acting his sounds of lust were, as far as I could tell, genuine ones.
For Tom's part, he sounded like he was in heaven, constantly repeating Sean's name while he fucked my boyfriend's asshole. "Oh, Sean.... so sexy... such a fucking tight ass! This is amazing!" The two grunted, then Tom was murmuring a word with each consecutive thrust, "Wanted... to... do... this... for... so... long... fucking... you... is... so... fucking... hot..."
Then Tom was cumming inside my boyfriend. Groaning and crying out as he pumped his load of cum into Sean's ass, grinding his pelvis against him as he tried to get into Sean as deeply as possible. This appeared to set Sean over the edge, and he started to cry out, "Yes, babe, fill me with your beautiful cock, Tom. Fill me up inside your delicious cum... ohhh... Fuuuck! I'm cumming...", as Sean's torso was now soaked with his own juice.
Then they were french-kissing again, with Tom's dick still inside my boyfriend, no doubt still pumping his semen inside of him, while Sean's arms wrapped round Tom's back to hold him inside him. This post-sex snogging then seemed to go on for minutes, until eventually Tom got up, turned to the camera, and switched it off.
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Sean and I sat in silence for a couple of minutes afterwards. I hoped that he had not noticed my erection while I had been watching the video. I finally broke the silence. "OK. Does that mean that we are even?"
"I guess it does," Sean stated. He could see how shocked and appalled I was at having had the role of adulterer reversed on me, and so he added, "Look on the bright side. If you are horrified by what you just saw, it means you still want me and are not quite ready to cast me aside for a woman yet. And I still want to try make things work with you."
Sean smiled slightly when he said this, and I gave weak one of my own, in return. "So what happens now?" I asked.
"We try to rebuild things and put this behind us," he said. "Starting with tonight. Why don't we go out for a meal together." After that, there was more small talk, but I became gradually more comfortable that this was not going to destroy our relationship.
However, there were some big unknowns in that conclusion.
Was my brief obsession with the opposite sex, now over? Could I go the rest of my life forgoing the sensation of a warm, wet pussy sliding down over my cock, again? Would Sean still be enough for me, as he had been for the previous ten years? And what about Sean? Will he truly ever fully forgive me? And was his sexual encounter with Tom really just a one time thing? What if Sean, now having experienced the thrill of adultery himself, was compelled by his own desires to repeat the encounter with Tom or with someone else? Especially now that Tom had experienced, and clearly enjoyed, gay sex.
And finally, how was Sarah going to react to all of this, particularly if she had become pregnant from our times having sex?
Was I about to become a father?
But you have said that now. You've made your point. What do you aim to achieve by continuing? Either we agree with you, or we don't. Do you think repeating yourself, and making more comments, is going to change our minds? Why do you care what we think? And why should we care what you think?
We're all here because we all share an interest in common. You're here because you don't. It doesn't really make sense, does it?
Do you also pester threads with the theme going the other way? Straight men trying gay sex? It's very common in gay erotica, and I've written several stories about that, myself, including part of the latest one. But I don't see the same negativity about such things.
https://www.instagram.com/p/B1uFvugBIVf/?igshid=1xy25p4bdkpsuy For all the bisexuals.
Here's the conclusion.
Hope to be working on something else soon. Thanks for the feedback.
Part 2: Revenge is a dish best served with cock.
Haven’t read the second part yet but good to hear you might be working on something new again soon. ��
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Here's the conclusion.
Hope to be working on something else soon. Thanks for the feedback.
Part 2: Revenge is a dish best served with cock.
Hey, loved the story. I've been lurking around here for a while, finally decided to register
Can we please get Sarah's POV
Sorry for my bad English, I'm not a native English speaker.
I'm sorry, I just couldnt help myself.
I wonder why I didn't catch this before.
The following's on Jessica's self-proclaimed 'intelligence'.
It's classic.
That's a bit of bad editing on my part.
I was trying to convey that John's eye had been caught by Jessica, in the hospital. But it was a subconscious thing. John wasn't aware of it. She had also been trying to get his (conscious) attention, but couldn't get it. When John was aware of his actions, he was in complete denial.
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That's just it: she was trying to get his conscious attention, but she couldnt get it; She caught his beautiful eyes, but his eyes didn't catch her; even when other fully hetero men couldnt stop looking at her.
See, I thought you purposely wrote that in there for its comedic 'bimbo' effect; which, again, I thought that I completely missed the first time.
Either way, the story is completely sexually gratifying. I keep imagining the masculine stud pumping baby after baby inti Jessica's Uturus.
What happened to them after the story (John, Steve and Jessica) anyways? Or have you not cone up with it?
See, I thought you purposely wrote that in there for its comedic 'bimbo' effect; which, again, I thought that I completely missed the first time.
Either way, the story is completely sexually gratifying. I keep imagining the masculine stud pumping baby after baby inti Jessica's Uturus.
What happened to them after the story (John, Steve and Jessica) anyways? Or have you not cone up with it?
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Damn! We get a sequel to "Stockholm Syndrome? That's way too good to be true.
I'm guessing that Steve eventually found out where they live, through internet news articles about Jessica's five stars. He starts becoming curious himself and starts bulking up through intense gym workouts, in hopes to gain Jessica's eyes. After he gains a muscular body that match's or exceeds John's, he becomes a homophobic jerk, hating on skinny faggots looking at him. He and John, formerly husbands, now physically fight with each other to win Jessica over. In the end, Jessica has multiple children from the guys.
How close is my prediction of what happens next to what you plan?
I'm guessing that Steve eventually found out where they live, through internet news articles about Jessica's five stars. He starts becoming curious himself and starts bulking up through intense gym workouts, in hopes to gain Jessica's eyes. After he gains a muscular body that match's or exceeds John's, he becomes a homophobic jerk, hating on skinny faggots looking at him. He and John, formerly husbands, now physically fight with each other to win Jessica over. In the end, Jessica has multiple children from the guys.
How close is my prediction of what happens next to what you plan?
Oh I'm sorry, I misread your last post. I don't have a sequel planned for them, but I do have something new in the works.
What happened to the characters? I never really gave it a lot of thought. I guess Steve would have moved on, he's still young and a very cute twink.
Your idea about him becoming curious and going after Jessica is an interesting idea though. I never imagined him as being tempted by the fairer sex. But maybe his traumatic experience messed him up even more than we know.
As for Jessica and John, they're a kinky couple and they regularly have other women over for sex. This keeps John sated with sex because not only does he have a very skilled Jessica, but also some variety in the sack.
What happened to the characters? I never really gave it a lot of thought. I guess Steve would have moved on, he's still young and a very cute twink.
Your idea about him becoming curious and going after Jessica is an interesting idea though. I never imagined him as being tempted by the fairer sex. But maybe his traumatic experience messed him up even more than we know.
As for Jessica and John, they're a kinky couple and they regularly have other women over for sex. This keeps John sated with sex because not only does he have a very skilled Jessica, but also some variety in the sack.
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He also has a very controlling and manipulative temptress who is only in love with his body; not him. ^-^ But, heh, that works for John, so I guess more jo'ing for me!
How many women can John deposit inside in one fuck session?
Also, does John ever think about Steve? I'm just curious.
Not very often. Occasionally he misses playing with a cock, but over all he's more than happy, and kept busy with, Jessica.
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So, talented bastard, I'm firmly gripping my kock rite now. With your hot gay2str8 writing skills, you better make it happy. Ready?
What does studly John like to do with busty cute asian Chicks? Tell me about the times Jessica has invited a Double-D Chinese/Korean/Thai/Japanese/Vietnamese girl over.
How many women can John deposit inside in one fuck session?
And, how many children has he produced with Jessica? How many accidentally with some of Jessica's ladies of whom she brought over?
When John comes home and see's Jessica naked, with their baby in her arm, drinking her milk, what does he do??
*Licks lips deeply, anticipating MikeT008's answer to the three questions*
What does studly John like to do with busty cute asian Chicks? Tell me about the times Jessica has invited a Double-D Chinese/Korean/Thai/Japanese/Vietnamese girl over.
How many women can John deposit inside in one fuck session?
And, how many children has he produced with Jessica? How many accidentally with some of Jessica's ladies of whom she brought over?
When John comes home and see's Jessica naked, with their baby in her arm, drinking her milk, what does he do??
*Licks lips deeply, anticipating MikeT008's answer to the three questions*
I have a rough draft almost complete, but life's been keeping me busy lately.
I hope to have it posted soon though.
Yay! Can’t wait!
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"Well here's story! (nonfiction)
Rambo and Brutus are an ordinary gay couple living a peaceful life in Hampton, Va. Been together for eight years. Rambo is part owner of a construction company, Brutus is a manager at Walmart. They both are happy and very much in love. The only thing they love more than one another is the golden girls and John Cena(they'd give their right arm to be in a threesome with john cena.) Rambo is the rock, no nonsense what you see is what you get in their relationship. He's 6'3, dark, hairy, handsome with hot body, broad back and full Braun. Brutus is the more sensitive and calculating, always plan everything. Brutus is also 6'3 broad, full Braun, full bearded, mustache and handsome with deep gay voice and with a touch of effeminate mannerisms. Their jobs keep them from spending time together so they both cleared their schedule and planned a romantic dinner date and a night of hot passionate love making. Unfortunately Rambo could not clear his schedule, two of his employees had family emergencies. Rambo had to stay behind and close up with his co owner. He told Brutus he's sorry and he'll make it up to him.
Dan, a coworker of Brutus' from Walmart invited Brutus to a night out with friends("all Brutus' coworkers knows he's gay, and some are good friends with him and Rambo") Brutus and Dan went to the movies, had a great time laughing and joking on people and Brutus fending off women trying to come on to him. Dan was laughing and said: Brutus we're going to the club for some drinks.
Brutus replied: Clubs, sure i've been to lots of clubs. Dan had an evil grin on his face.
Dan says: Here we are Brutus!
Brutus gasped: "A straight strip club".
Dan replied: Oh you'll be fine.
Dan says: Hello girls I hope pussy is on the menu tonight, I have a new buddy with me. (brutus stood still with a frozen smile).
Brutus calmed down and was actually enjoying the strippers dancing, and shoving their heads in between the strippers titties.
Brutus yelled: "I can't believe I'm having a good time and it's not a gay club".
Dan replies: A good time is a good time, gay club or not.
Rambo phones Brutus: Where are you, at a club?
Brutus replies: Yes I'll be home shortly!
The night is winding down, club is closing. Dan wants to fuck so he took a stripper named Mandy with him and Brutus back to his house, but Dan was drunk so Brutus had to drive. Brutus and Mandy laughing at Dan as they helped him into the house, then plopped him on to the bed. Dan and Mandy began undressing so they could fuck.
Brutus says: Are you two going to be OK?
Dan says: Hey bud, stay, I need you to take me to work in the morning.
Brutus got comfortable, laid on the bed with them. Dan and Mandy began kissing and fondling one another's genitals right in front of Brutus. Brutus was trying to get some sleep but Dan's pussy eating kept him awake so he sat up in the bed and was watching Dan eat Mandy with a nervous grin. Brutus' dick is getting hard as a rock from watching Dan eat Mandy's pussy, the way Dan was greedily lapping up Mandy's pussy.
Mandy turned and looked at Brutus and said: " You want some don't you"!
Brutus replied: Eh' I'm fine, no thanks.
Dan looked up from Mandy's pussy and said: Oh Brutus' stop being a punk, every gay dude fucked or ate pussy at least once!
Brutus replied: Not me.
Dan says: Why is your dick hard!
Brutus replied: I always wondered how a pussy feels.
Mandy says: Go ahead, you can touch it.
Mandy eased Brutus' hand down to her pussy. Brutus slipped four fingers in, then he rolled the folds of her labia in between his fingers.
Brutus says: Your pussy is creamy and frothy.
Mandy pushed Dan away and said: I want the gay boy to eat me now. Mandy rolled over on to Brutus' face, she sat on his nose and mouth. Brutus gasping for air saying: I just wanted to feel it on my fingers!....but Mandy kept riding his mouth, Brutus slowly started gently licking and slurping on her pussy. He began vigorously tongue fucking her, he learned to chew and pull on her labia and clit. Brutus is deep moaning like a bear in heat saying: "I can't believe I'm eating pussy". He holds Mandy's legs even further apart to get a clearer view of her open gaped pussy. He rams his mouth deep inside her. Mandy screams and climaxes, Brutus keeps eating Mandy's pussy like a starving dog as her pussy juices roll down his throat. He swallowed all of her cream and licked the remnants off of her clit, labia, and inner thighs. Dan watched in amazement.
Dan says: Are you sure you've never ate pussy before....
Brutus replied: Nope, never done it but I love to eat ass so I applied the same skill.
Mandy is still shaking from Brutus' mouth work. Dan got a little jealous and wanted to know if Brutus ate her out better than him. Mandy smurked at him, all three were getting dressed. Dan left first, he was a bit jealous.
Mandy whispered to Brutus: You ate my pussy better than every straight man I ever fucked, including my two ex husbands.
Brutus didn't know what to say, Mandy gave him her number so they can hook up again.
Brutus says: "This was just a one time experience, I'm in a loving relationship with the man of my dreams".
Mandy says: OK!
Brutus returned home to Rambo.
How was your night out' Rambo asks him.
Brutus replied: Aahh...it was different.
Rambo says: What!
Brutus replied: Never mind.
They both made love, life went on as usual. Six months later, Mandy " the stripper " received a call from Brutus out of the blue, he couldn't say it but Mandy knew what Brutus wanted. He wanted another mustache ride. After that Mandy was giving Brutus mustache rides four times a month. Rambo has no clue, he thinks Brutus is volunteering at the senior center. Well, all ends well.
Names were changed to conceal identity.
Rambo and Brutus are an ordinary gay couple living a peaceful life in Hampton, Va. Been together for eight years. Rambo is part owner of a construction company, Brutus is a manager at Walmart. They both are happy and very much in love. The only thing they love more than one another is the golden girls and John Cena(they'd give their right arm to be in a threesome with john cena.) Rambo is the rock, no nonsense what you see is what you get in their relationship. He's 6'3, dark, hairy, handsome with hot body, broad back and full Braun. Brutus is the more sensitive and calculating, always plan everything. Brutus is also 6'3 broad, full Braun, full bearded, mustache and handsome with deep gay voice and with a touch of effeminate mannerisms. Their jobs keep them from spending time together so they both cleared their schedule and planned a romantic dinner date and a night of hot passionate love making. Unfortunately Rambo could not clear his schedule, two of his employees had family emergencies. Rambo had to stay behind and close up with his co owner. He told Brutus he's sorry and he'll make it up to him.
Dan, a coworker of Brutus' from Walmart invited Brutus to a night out with friends("all Brutus' coworkers knows he's gay, and some are good friends with him and Rambo") Brutus and Dan went to the movies, had a great time laughing and joking on people and Brutus fending off women trying to come on to him. Dan was laughing and said: Brutus we're going to the club for some drinks.
Brutus replied: Clubs, sure i've been to lots of clubs. Dan had an evil grin on his face.
Dan says: Here we are Brutus!
Brutus gasped: "A straight strip club".
Dan replied: Oh you'll be fine.
Dan says: Hello girls I hope pussy is on the menu tonight, I have a new buddy with me. (brutus stood still with a frozen smile).
Brutus calmed down and was actually enjoying the strippers dancing, and shoving their heads in between the strippers titties.
Brutus yelled: "I can't believe I'm having a good time and it's not a gay club".
Dan replies: A good time is a good time, gay club or not.
Rambo phones Brutus: Where are you, at a club?
Brutus replies: Yes I'll be home shortly!
The night is winding down, club is closing. Dan wants to fuck so he took a stripper named Mandy with him and Brutus back to his house, but Dan was drunk so Brutus had to drive. Brutus and Mandy laughing at Dan as they helped him into the house, then plopped him on to the bed. Dan and Mandy began undressing so they could fuck.
Brutus says: Are you two going to be OK?
Dan says: Hey bud, stay, I need you to take me to work in the morning.
Brutus got comfortable, laid on the bed with them. Dan and Mandy began kissing and fondling one another's genitals right in front of Brutus. Brutus was trying to get some sleep but Dan's pussy eating kept him awake so he sat up in the bed and was watching Dan eat Mandy with a nervous grin. Brutus' dick is getting hard as a rock from watching Dan eat Mandy's pussy, the way Dan was greedily lapping up Mandy's pussy.
Mandy turned and looked at Brutus and said: " You want some don't you"!
Brutus replied: Eh' I'm fine, no thanks.
Dan looked up from Mandy's pussy and said: Oh Brutus' stop being a punk, every gay dude fucked or ate pussy at least once!
Brutus replied: Not me.
Dan says: Why is your dick hard!
Brutus replied: I always wondered how a pussy feels.
Mandy says: Go ahead, you can touch it.
Mandy eased Brutus' hand down to her pussy. Brutus slipped four fingers in, then he rolled the folds of her labia in between his fingers.
Brutus says: Your pussy is creamy and frothy.
Mandy pushed Dan away and said: I want the gay boy to eat me now. Mandy rolled over on to Brutus' face, she sat on his nose and mouth. Brutus gasping for air saying: I just wanted to feel it on my fingers!....but Mandy kept riding his mouth, Brutus slowly started gently licking and slurping on her pussy. He began vigorously tongue fucking her, he learned to chew and pull on her labia and clit. Brutus is deep moaning like a bear in heat saying: "I can't believe I'm eating pussy". He holds Mandy's legs even further apart to get a clearer view of her open gaped pussy. He rams his mouth deep inside her. Mandy screams and climaxes, Brutus keeps eating Mandy's pussy like a starving dog as her pussy juices roll down his throat. He swallowed all of her cream and licked the remnants off of her clit, labia, and inner thighs. Dan watched in amazement.
Dan says: Are you sure you've never ate pussy before....
Brutus replied: Nope, never done it but I love to eat ass so I applied the same skill.
Mandy is still shaking from Brutus' mouth work. Dan got a little jealous and wanted to know if Brutus ate her out better than him. Mandy smurked at him, all three were getting dressed. Dan left first, he was a bit jealous.
Mandy whispered to Brutus: You ate my pussy better than every straight man I ever fucked, including my two ex husbands.
Brutus didn't know what to say, Mandy gave him her number so they can hook up again.
Brutus says: "This was just a one time experience, I'm in a loving relationship with the man of my dreams".
Mandy says: OK!
Brutus returned home to Rambo.
How was your night out' Rambo asks him.
Brutus replied: Aahh...it was different.
Rambo says: What!
Brutus replied: Never mind.
They both made love, life went on as usual. Six months later, Mandy " the stripper " received a call from Brutus out of the blue, he couldn't say it but Mandy knew what Brutus wanted. He wanted another mustache ride. After that Mandy was giving Brutus mustache rides four times a month. Rambo has no clue, he thinks Brutus is volunteering at the senior center. Well, all ends well.
Names were changed to conceal identity.
