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The Tape

By MikeT008


Warning: It's not to everyone's tastes. It involves cheating, heartbreak, and also some mild homophobic themes.​

Pete sat down at the small desk in his bedroom, by his laptop, and proceeded to check through his recent social media posts, and emails. Once he had checked his Twitter and Instagram feed, he turned his attention to his email inbox.

Upon opening up his email app, Justin found three emails waiting for him to read. Two of them were work related. The other was an email from his best friend, Becky.

'Strange', he thought. 'Becky almost never emailed me.' In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she had. They kept in contact, online, via the various chat apps that they used like Messenger and WhatsApp.

Pete clicked on her email, curious as to why she'd decided to contact him this way.

There was nothing in the subject line other than Pete's name. And there was nothing inside the email except a rather large file to download.

Pete paused for a moment before clicking to download it.

The file took about a full minute to finish downloading, and once it had completed, Pete saw that it was a video file. He clicked 'Play' on the file, and the video screen popped up on his video player.

The first thing Pete saw was the attractive face of his best friend, Becky.

She looked a little anxious, but also determined to do whatever it was she intended to do or say to him. Then Becky began to speak directly to the camera.

"Hi Pete," Becky smiled a little nervously. "I didn't really know how to begin this message, let alone how to say everything I have to say to you. I thought I'd just wing it after going over everything in my head for the last week, and being unable to find the right way to tell you what needed to be said." Becky paused for a moment before continuing.

"I want to start off by saying that you have been a really good friend to me, over the years. You were there for me when I was at my worst. When my boyfriend left me. When my mother succumbed to her breast cancer. When I had financial difficulties, you didn't think twice about helping me out with funds, when I was short for cash. You were there for me, by my side, during all of the good times too, we've made a lot of good memories together. That's why it makes it all the more difficult to say this to you."

"I can't even tell you that I regret what I've done, because I don't, not really. But a part of me does feel really bad for betraying you, because you've been such a great friend."

"But the truth is, well, the truth is that you deserve to know what has been going on. None of us can really move with our lives while you're still in the dark about what has been happening behind your back.

I know that he feels trapped. He feels guilty for lying to you all the time. For being unfaithful to you. And I think he's a little scared too, to come right out and tell you what has been going on. He still worries about you."

"And yet, he wants to move on, and I know he wants to be with me, he's said so, but no matter how many times I've asked him to tell you the truth, he keeps making up excuses. Keeps on delaying the inevitable. So I decided to do it myself. I guess I have to be brave enough for the both of us."

"I thought long and hard about how to tell you about us. I could have just come right out and told you. And might that would have been enough. But maybe he would have lied to you and denied it. Or maybe he would have been guilted by you, after he'd been forgiven, and coerced into staying with you and leaving me instead.

I couldn't have that, Pete. God help me, but I can't let that happen. I'm selfish. I'm so fucking selfish. I want Justin all to myself. And I know he feels the same way, but he was just too scared to tell you."

"Eventually, I realized that the best way to tell you what has been going on between Justin and I, was just to show you. So that's what I've done. What you'll see next is a video clip that I recorded, between Justin and myself, a few days ago, without his knowledge."

"Will he be angry with me for doing this? Yes, I believe he will. But I also believe he'll be relieved, too. He'll never have to grow a spine and do what I'm doing now."

"I am so sorry that I have betrayed your trust and hurt you, Pete. But I don't regret it when the reward is so great."


Pete was left flabbergasted by what he had just heard Becky confess in the video. It was like he was stuck in some terrible nightmare. Of course he knew what Becky was suggesting here, that she and his boyfriend had been having an affair behind his back. But he just couldn't believe that his best friend was capable of such a thing

And even more so, that his boyfriend, his gay boyfriend, would betray him so viciously, and not only sleep with his best friend, but want to cheat on him with a woman. Pete almost laughed at the absurdity of the thought, before the next part of the part began to play, and he turned his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Becky was sat on her bed dressed in a short, blue silk slip dress, that showed off all her defining features. Becky was already a very attractive woman, however, being dressed this way, enhanced her best features even more so. Her hair was tied back, sleek, raven black, and her eyes were the color pale smoke, like cloudy skies, grey as quarry rock. Or, as Pete would come to think of them after today, grey like cold iron. Grey like hard, uncaring cement, the color of heartbreak and betrayal, that Pete would want to smash into a fine dust with his bare knuckles.

Her dress was short, showing off most of her long, lean legs, they looked so fit and toned from her morning runs. The dress was cut low below her neck, exposing most of her chest, except the most intimate stuff.

A voice could be heard coming from somewhere off-screen. It was a man's voice. "Becky hastily turned to look at the camera, once again, as if to double check everything was set up as she wanted, and then purposefully turned away to face the direction the man was approaching.

The man spoke again, and his voice was perfectly clear to Pete this time. "I'm sorry I'm a little late. It wasn't easy to get away."

He knew that voice. Pete's stomach sank and his heart rate quickened. It was his boyfriend's.

Justin's figure came into view as he walked inside Becky's bedroom. Becky stood up to greet him, and they kissed briefly on the lips, before Justin pulled Becky's body into his own and they hugged, intimately, like two well acquainted lovers.

"Did you say you had trouble slipping away?" Becky asked. "What happened? Was he making a fuss?"

"Oh you know him," Justin said, "Pete always kicks up a fuss when I have to leave. I told him some emergency at work had cropped up, and they'd called me in."

"Did he buy it?" Becky asked.

"Yeah, he has no reason not to," Justin replied, as he took off his jacket and propped it up on the arm of the chair beside the bedroom window.

"I really wish you'd just tell him about us," said Becky. "He should know. And then we can be together without us sneaking around behind his back."

Justin removed his shoes, one after the other, before pulling off his socks and sticking them inside. One Justin's little quirks that Pete had become so familiar with, during their time together as a couple.

Justin said nothing for a long moment, in response to Becky's words. And then he told her, "I just don't think now's the right time. It would destroy him, Becky. And I feel really bad. We both know how long it took him to get over John cheating on him with Steve." John was Pete's ex-boyfriend. Like Justin, John had betrayed Pete's trust in the worst possible way.

Justin pulled his T shirt up over his head as he continued the conversation. "He never really moved on from John until he met me, and you were the rock he clung to during all that time. This time he'd have no one there to support him. You're his anchor, babe. His best friend, and I'm his boyfriend, he doesn't have anyone else that he can depend on for something like this. I might not be in love with Pete anymore, but I still care about his well being."

"I know that. But don't you think he deserves the truth, so he can move on and find somebody else? Somebody who loves him back? And don't you think we deserve to be happy too? I want us to be together, like a real couple."

"We are a real couple, Becky."

"No, we're not. Not yet." She paused, "I'm just tired of having to share you with him all the time. It breaks my heart every time I see you and him together, whenever he's kissing you, whenever you're holding his hand. It should be you and me, all the time, Justin," she whined.

"You know it's just for his benefit, hon," it doesn't mean anything to me and you. You know my heart's with you. Always." Justin reassured Becky before pulling her into him, and Pete felt like he was going to throw up as the two began kissing. It was a deep and passionate kiss this time.

The hunger on display in their kissing was just so intense, too intense for Pete to watch anymore. He stopped the video, and began to cry at what he was realizing was going on between his best friend and lover.


His mind ran through everything. All the possibilities. The opportunities, the lies, the times Justin was later home than he should have been. Times he was quiet or evasive. The times when he had changed his plans at the last minute, or he had been called into work. How many of those occasions were just to get away so he could be with her?

Justin had been good. He had had to be. Pete had been cheated on before, a small part of him would always been searching for signs of betrayal, for hints of his lover being unfaithful to him.

And yet, Justin had done exactly that. The same thing John had done before him. Why did this keep happening to Pete?

Pete sobbed, and then felt himself about to throw up, so he rushed towards the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach, which was mostly just coffee, into the toilet bowl.

After Pete had finally finished being sick and rinsed out his mouth, he sat on the edge of the bath, and cried into his hands. He couldn't believe this was happening to him all over again.

After a while, Pete had more questions. The cheating and the lying from John was bad enough, but how on Earth could Justin cheat on him with a woman?

Justin showed no hints of even being bisexual. Never suggested he had any interest in the opposite sex. To Pete's knowledge, he had always identified as a gay man.

Justin began to feel angry now. Angry at the cruel betrayal of his best friend, and the infidelity of his boyfriend. At all the lies and the deceit to fool him and continue their fling behind his back.

How many times had Justin lied to him just so he could go and fuck that stupid bitch? How many times had he fucked her? How long had this... affair, been going on between them?

And most of all, how could he be so fucking stupid? How could he not have seen what had been happening right under his nose? Why had he allowed himself to be put through this yet again?

Pete stormed back into the bedroom wanting to hit something. He punched the bedroom door, over and over and over again, screaming at it, until he felt better. But his hand was left bleeding and feeling numb. 'fuck. Probably broke it', he thought. But he didn't really care.

Pete paced back and forth in the bedroom. Then he stormed into the kitchen to take some painkillers for his hand, it would only be a matter of time before it began to hurt a lot. He washed away the blood. After he had gently wrapped his hand in a bandage, Pete carefully poured himself a neat, tall glass of vodka, before going back to his bedroom to watch the rest of the video.

Hoping to... what? he didn't know. Find some answers, see the betrayal with his own eyes? He was most likely fooling himself here, but it's all Pete had left, hope, that this was all some kind of a sick and twisted joke. He had to know for certain, that this was actually real.


So Pete sat back down on his bed. With his weakened hand he hit play on the video. His good hand now cradled the glass of vodka, which, for the moment, was his sole means of emotional support.

The scene began to play out again. While his boyfriend and best friend continued to kiss, Justin ran his fingers gently over Becky's neck and shoulders before sliding the straps that held up Becky's dress, down over her shoulders. Her dress fell away from her body and onto the floor, leaving Becky standing completely naked before Justin.

Justin continued to place gentle kisses all around Becky's throat, neck and shoulders. All the while, Becky was now tugging on the belt that secured Justin's pants, her neck positioned to one side, so Justin could continue placing soft seductive kisses there.

Becky tossed Justin's belt next to his jacket and t-shirt that were folded together neatly on the chair, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Becky crouched down and tugged on his jeans until they fell down down over his knees and rested by his feet.

Justin lifted one foot, and then the other, as Becky removed the pants from his feet, which left him in covered in only his black and white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs.

Standing face to face in front of each other, Becky's gaze hungrily took in all of Justin's almost naked form, clearly excited to have him alone with her again.

Justin was a very attractive man. Much more so than he was, Pete thought. Pete had always thought so, and he considered himself extremely lucky that a man as handsome as Justin would be interested in someone like him.

Justin was never vain or arrogant about his good looks or physique. But he did always make sure to look his best.

His chest, like his back, shoulders and arms, was broad and well defined, from the many hours he spent working out in the gym. Together with his curly blond hair, blue eyes and square jaw, he reminded Pete of the Roman Hero, Hercules.

Justin was an Adonis. Watching Becky's eyes feasting so shamelessly, on something that is only supposed belong to Pete, was heartbreaking all on its own.

Pete took a deep breath to steady himself as the scene continued to play out.

"You're so gorgeous," Becky told him. I can't wait to lick, touch and suck every inch of you. I've been so moist all day just thinking about you, and us being together again, this evening."


"I've been thinking about you too," Justin told her. He brought up his hands to stroke her perky breasts, and rubbed his thumbs across both of her nipples at the same time, playfully. Then he gently squeezed both mounds of flesh, marveling at the way they felt in his hands.

"Hmmm, god, I've been thinking about these puppies all day at work," he told her. "And when I was kissing Pete, what I was really thinking about was me taking these beautiful soft breasts into my mouth and teasing your nipples with my tongue."

Justin lifted Becky briskly into his arms, and she giggled as he threw her playfully onto her bed, before falling down at the side of her and lowering his face down her chest to take her tits into his mouth, one at a time.


A part of Pete was desperate to look away from the real life horror show playing out in front of him, as his best friend and the love of his life threw whatever loyalty they had for him, to the wind, once again, as they embraced each other on the bed.

Becky ran her fingers through Justin's soft blond locks as he continued grasp and pinch her breasts, and tease her nipples with his tongue between his lips.

Becky crawled out from beneath Justin's hold of her, and rested herself by his waist, then she tugged down his well-tented boxer-briefs.

Justin's briefs came off to the sound of a 'snap' as his large stiff cock was pulled away from his body before smacking back with a thud against his belly. The head of his thick cock now rested an inch or so above his belly button.

Justin, unlike Pete, had always kept his body hair as it was. It had always looked so sexy to Pete, he loved that Justin never shaved off his body hair. It worked to enhance the rest of Justin's rugged masculinity and made him look so delicious, so bear-ish.

That remained the case for the hair surrounding Justin's large cock. Smaller, less equipped men might decide to trim or shave their pubes to make themselves look a little bigger, but Justin suffered no such deficiency. As with the hair covering his chest, abs and legs, Justin kept all his body hair au naturel.

Grabbing as much of his length as she could inside her small fist, Becky lifted Justin's penis and started firmly squeezing the shaft, which curved slightly inward, forcing the veins across his cock to darken and thicken.

She moved her body surreptitiously to one side, and threw a casual glance behind her, to look directly at the camera, which must have been hidden from Justin's view, as if to say to Pete, 'this is all my doing, just look at how he responds at just my touch'.

Justin's head was against the pillow, his eyes were tightly closed as Becky leaned down and took his hard tool into her mouth, and inch by inch, down into her throat.

Pete gawked at the screen as he watched Becky taking almost the entire length of his boyfriend's cock inside of her mouth, before slowly withdrawing so she could do the same thing all over again.

Pete could hear his boyfriend, his apparently not-so-gay fucking boyfriend, moan in response to her ministrations, encouraging her on, telling her how good he felt inside her throat. Pete felt sick, and took a large gulp of his neat vodka to try calm himself.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" Becky asked Justin.

Justin sighed. "So good, babe. So goood!" He told her in almost a whisper.

Becky began to lick all around the swollen pink glans and underneath the length of his shaft, before taking the sensitive tip back into her mouth and sucking fast and vigorously on it between her tightly sealed lips.

"Did you miss me today?" She asked in a mawkish tone, as if she was desperate to know, but terrified of the answer.

"You know I did, baby. I miss you all the time when I'm not here with you."

"What about when you're with Pete, do you miss me then, too?" Becky asked before taking his full length back into her mouth.

"Ohh!" Justin groaned as Becky's lips brushed against the pubic bush at the base of his cock. "All the time! "It's only you, baby. It's only ever you."

Pete wanted to cry again. Wanted to stop the video. He wanted to punch the door again. To smash his laptop. He wanted to throttle the two evil bastards on the video, right to fucking death. Instead, he settled for grinding his teeth, and squeezing the grip he held of the glass in his left hand, wondering how hard he would have to deliberately squeeze it before the glass shattered in his hand.



A few moments later and it was Justin this time that was positioned between Becky's thighs. His head eagerly bobbing back and forth, and side to side as he tongued her kitty hard and fast.

Becky pulled his head harder into her as she twisted and squirmed to the skillful attention he was applying to her very sensitive sex organ.

it was obvious that Justin had done this enough times to know exactly what he was doing to her. Pete couldn't remember the last time Justin had paid this much attention to him.

Pete had previously put the lack of sexual excitement they had these days, down to the monotony that most long term relationships eventually went through. the excitement and novelty of what took place between the sheets, had now worn off a little, but Pete's feelings for Justin had felt just as strong as they had ever been, if not even more so. Pete had thought that they were partners for life. soulmates, even. While the excitement was inevitably replaced with experience and familiarity, he found himself growing even closer to Justin in other, more serious ways.

Instead, his soulmate was currently on screen, making love to someone else. His best friend of all people.

With his hands grabbing onto Becky's thighs, Justin's mouth was now completely covering Becky's pussy, taking her whole sex into his mouth while he continued sucking on her cunt and sticking his tongue deep inside her slit. Pete could hear the loud sucking and smacking noises as his boyfriend's lips and mouth continued to do everything they could to deliver as much pleasure as possible to Becky's kitty.

Becky moaned once again. It was very loud this time and she told Justin in an urgent tone, that she was coming. "I'm coming, baby. keep sucking my cunt! Oh god! Keep sucking! Fuuuuck! Aaaaah!"

Pete could hear some disgusting slurping noises coming from Justin's mouth. He didn't completely understand what was happening between his boyfriend's mouth and Becky's pussy. Did women come the same way men did? His knowledge of female sexuality was obviously slim.

Meanwhile Justin continued to slurp on Becky's juicy peach as she humped the bed and ground her quivering mound against his open mouth.

A few moments later, Justin pulled away from her. "I missed that. You always taste so good, baby." He ran his tongue over his lips. "Delicious!" Justin grinned sexily at Becky, before lowering his face over hers and kissing her mouth.

Pete thought he was going to be sick again. How many times had Justin come home from fucking that harlot, that bitch Pete used to call his best friend, with her disgusting pussy stink all over his lips, and inside his mouth? Had he then kissed Pete? Pete was furious with them.


While Justin was in the middle of kissing Becky, he was stroking his semi hard cock, working it back to its full effect. Pete was expecting Justin stop in a moment and roll on a condom, something he always did before he fucked Pete. Which is why he was once again left in shock as Justin pointed his now fully hard, unburdened cock at the entrance of Becky's sex, and Pete watched the sickening moment unfold, as Justin's large cock parted Becky's pink pussy lips and slid completely inside her, until there was nothing left to take, in one smooth move.

Not only was there going to be no condom involved in Justin's infidelity, but absent too was the all the usual preparation and lubrication that had to take place for Justin and Pete's own sexual intercourse to happen.

Justin and Becky made their sexual unification look so simple. They seemed to fit so easily and naturally together. Pete wept once again, as his boyfriend crossed the final line preventing this being anything but a genuine act of adultery.

Justin was cheating on him, right now, on the screen, with his boyfriend's best friend. And unbeknownst to Justin, Becky was recording it for Pete to watch later.

As the two lovers bodies came together, like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle, a soft, satisfied moan escaped both of them. Justin was once again kissing Becky's mouth, while her hands stroked and scratched across the surface of his shoulders and back. Her legs were arched and wide open, purposefully, for the camera to be able to get a complete view the connection that made the two bodies come together as one.

Pete watched on in morbid fascination as Justin's hips moved in and out, his ass checks tense and relax, his large, loose balls thumping repeatedly against Becky's ass, while his thick cock plunged in and out of her cunt, over and over again.

There was very little actual talking going on between them at this point. All that Pete could hear between the occasional 'oh gods!' and 'so goods!' was a lot of deep breathing, and some soft moaning coming from the couple.

Justin seemed to be sliding in and out of her so effortlessly, and in a much more constant pace than what Pete was used to when Justin was with him. Justin was fucking her like it was the best thing in the world.



Justin and Becky's bodies had shifted around quite a lot during the first several minutes of their lovemaking. Perhaps because of some deliberate manipulation on Becky's part, their bodies could be now seen to Pete, from side on, instead of from behind, as was the case before. Pete was now a witness to their joyous facial expressions, as they continued to fuck each other.

For Becky, this was all performance, this time it was for Pete's benefit.

But for Justin, this was something he had been so desperate to experience again since the last time they were alone together.

As Justin's thrusting inside Becky continued, his pace began to quicken some. Their moaning became a little more desperate, and the slapping sounds of their colliding bodies grew louder.

Becky brought her legs around the bottom Justin's ass, and locked her ankles together, trying to pull even more of him inside of her.

"Tell me you love me!" She begged him.

"I love you," Justin groaned.

"You only love me, right?" Becky asked, breathlessly, between moans.

"Yes!" He grunted. "Only you! "

"I love you too. So much!" She told him back.

"Fuck baby! You feel so good inside!" Justin groaned, and began fucking her even harder. Pete had never seen Justin this relentless and intense while fucking him.

"Fffph! you too!" Becky moaned. She was finding it hard to form any sort of coherent response. "Fuck! I'm about to cum!" She cried in a high pitched voice.


Justin kissed her lips again and slowed his pace down, "I love this next part!" He told her, short of breath himself. "I love the way you feel when you climax against me and you squeeze my whole dick inside you."

That comment seemed to be the catalyst for Becky to explode. Her whole body tensed and locked down, with Justin's hard cock buried deep inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Justin groaned, with his neck arching backward and his eyes tightly shut.

"Oh fuck!" Becky repeated.

Justin's thrusts ceased altogether as Becky's walls clamped down hard around his hardness and that seemed to overwhelm him too, as he proceeded to make lots of unintelligible noises and grunts, and he pushed himself as hard as he could, deep into Becky's body until he was pinning her firmly against the mattress. His entire body tensed, all at once, and his toes curled, while he blasted several hard shots of spunk inside her pussy.

That was when Pete saw an unfamiliar look across Justin's face. It was hard to describe the look exactly with a only a single noun or verb. Some sort of mix between 'Bliss', 'euphoria', and 'contentment', or something akin to that description, was the best he could come up with.

Justin and Becky remained that way, a little out of breath, with their sweaty bodies pressed together, and Justin's spent cock still fully enveloped inside its warm home.


The scene stopped a moment later, the last image on the screen before it turned back to a fully dressed Becky, the version of Becky speaking before the video started, had been the image of Justin, still buried inside Becky, with a relaxed, happy smile on his face. As Becky pulled him in for another kiss, the scene faded to black, and the earlier version of Becky now occupied the screen once again.

"I'm sorry I had to reveal everything to you this way. I suppose it would be just too much to ask for your forgiveness, and your acceptance of Justin and I being a couple. That we all could remain friends after this? I don't expect any such thing to happen, but in an ideal world, Justin and I would be together, and you and I would still be friends." Becky smiled sweetly, and then the video finally ended.

it wasn't that much later when Pete heard the door to their home unlocking, and he realized that Justin had arrived home from work.

Pete heard the man he once considered his soulmate, place his car keys on the kitchen table.

"Hello? Pete? Babe, I'm home."

The End

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The Tape

By MikeT008


Warning: It's not to everyone's tastes. It involves cheating, heartbreak, and also some mild homophobic themes.​

Pete sat down at the small desk in his bedroom, by his laptop, and proceeded to check through his recent social media posts, and emails. Once he had checked his Twitter and Instagram feed, he turned his attention to his email inbox.

Upon opening up his email app, Justin found three emails waiting for him to read. Two of them were work related. The other was an email from his best friend, Becky.

'Strange', he thought. 'Becky almost never emailed me.' In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she had. They kept in contact, online, via the various chat apps that they used like Messenger and WhatsApp.

Pete clicked on her email, curious as to why she'd decided to contact him this way.

There was nothing in the subject line other than Pete's name. And there was nothing inside the email except a rather large file to download.

Pete paused for a moment before clicking to download it.

The file took about a full minute to finish downloading, and once it had completed, Pete saw that it was a video file. He clicked 'Play' on the file, and the video screen popped up on his video player.

The first thing Pete saw was the attractive face of his best friend, Becky.

She looked a little anxious, but also determined to do whatever it was she intended to do or say to him. Then Becky began to speak directly to the camera.

"Hi Pete," Becky smiled a little nervously. "I didn't really know how to begin this message, let alone how to say everything I have to say to you. I thought I'd just wing it after going over everything in my head for the last week, and being unable to find the right way to tell you what needed to be said." Becky paused for a moment before continuing.

"I want to start off by saying that you have been a really good friend to me, over the years. You were there for me when I was at my worst. When my boyfriend left me. When my mother succumbed to her breast cancer. When I had financial difficulties, you didn't think twice about helping me out with funds, when I was short for cash. You were there for me, by my side, during all of the good times too, we've made a lot of good memories together. That's why it makes it all the more difficult to say this to you."

"I can't even tell you that I regret what I've done, because I don't, not really. But a part of me does feel really bad for betraying you, because you've been such a great friend."

"But the truth is, well, the truth is that you deserve to know what has been going on. None of us can really move with our lives while you're still in the dark about what has been happening behind your back.

I know that he feels trapped. He feels guilty for lying to you all the time. For being unfaithful to you. And I think he's a little scared too, to come right out and tell you what has been going on. He still worries about you."

"And yet, he wants to move on, and I know he wants to be with me, he's said so, but no matter how many times I've asked him to tell you the truth, he keeps making up excuses. Keeps on delaying the inevitable. So I decided to do it myself. I guess I have to be brave enough for the both of us."

"I thought long and hard about how to tell you about us. I could have just come right out and told you. And might that would have been enough. But maybe he would have lied to you and denied it. Or maybe he would have been guilted by you, after he'd been forgiven, and coerced into staying with you and leaving me instead.

I couldn't have that, Pete. God help me, but I can't let that happen. I'm selfish. I'm so fucking selfish. I want Justin all to myself. And I know he feels the same way, but he was just too scared to tell you."

"Eventually, I realized that the best way to tell you what has been going on between Justin and I, was just to show you. So that's what I've done. What you'll see next is a video clip that I recorded, between Justin and myself, a few days ago, without his knowledge."

"Will he be angry with me for doing this? Yes, I believe he will. But I also believe he'll be relieved, too. He'll never have to grow a spine and do what I'm doing now."

"I am so sorry that I have betrayed your trust and hurt you, Pete. But I don't regret it when the reward is so great."


Pete was left flabbergasted by what he had just heard Becky confess in the video. It was like he was stuck in some terrible nightmare. Of course he knew what Becky was suggesting here, that she and his boyfriend had been having an affair behind his back. But he just couldn't believe that his best friend was capable of such a thing

And even more so, that his boyfriend, his gay boyfriend, would betray him so viciously, and not only sleep with his best friend, but want to cheat on him with a woman. Pete almost laughed at the absurdity of the thought, before the next part of the part began to play, and he turned his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Becky was sat on her bed dressed in a short, blue silk slip dress, that showed off all her defining features. Becky was already a very attractive woman, however, being dressed this way, enhanced her best features even more so. Her hair was tied back, sleek, raven black, and her eyes were the color pale smoke, like cloudy skies, grey as quarry rock. Or, as Pete would come to think of them after today, grey like cold iron. Grey like hard, uncaring cement, the color of heartbreak and betrayal, that Pete would want to smash into a fine dust with his bare knuckles.

Her dress was short, showing off most of her long, lean legs, they looked so fit and toned from her morning runs. The dress was cut low below her neck, exposing most of her chest, except the most intimate stuff.

A voice could be heard coming from somewhere off-screen. It was a man's voice. "Becky hastily turned to look at the camera, once again, as if to double check everything was set up as she wanted, and then purposefully turned away to face the direction the man was approaching.

The man spoke again, and his voice was perfectly clear to Pete this time. "I'm sorry I'm a little late. It wasn't easy to get away."

He knew that voice. Pete's stomach sank and his heart rate quickened. It was his boyfriend's.

Justin's figure came into view as he walked inside Becky's bedroom. Becky stood up to greet him, and they kissed briefly on the lips, before Justin pulled Becky's body into his own and they hugged, intimately, like two well acquainted lovers.

"Did you say you had trouble slipping away?" Becky asked. "What happened? Was he making a fuss?"

"Oh you know him," Justin said, "Pete always kicks up a fuss when I have to leave. I told him some emergency at work had cropped up, and they'd called me in."

"Did he buy it?" Becky asked.

"Yeah, he has no reason not to," Justin replied, as he took off his jacket and propped it up on the arm of the chair beside the bedroom window.

"I really wish you'd just tell him about us," said Becky. "He should know. And then we can be together without us sneaking around behind his back."

Justin removed his shoes, one after the other, before pulling off his socks and sticking them inside. One Justin's little quirks that Pete had become so familiar with, during their time together as a couple.

Justin said nothing for a long moment, in response to Becky's words. And then he told her, "I just don't think now's the right time. It would destroy him, Becky. And I feel really bad. We both know how long it took him to get over John cheating on him with Steve." John was Pete's ex-boyfriend. Like Justin, John had betrayed Pete's trust in the worst possible way.

Justin pulled his T shirt up over his head as he continued the conversation. "He never really moved on from John until he met me, and you were the rock he clung to during all that time. This time he'd have no one there to support him. You're his anchor, babe. His best friend, and I'm his boyfriend, he doesn't have anyone else that he can depend on for something like this. I might not be in love with Pete anymore, but I still care about his well being."

"I know that. But don't you think he deserves the truth, so he can move on and find somebody else? Somebody who loves him back? And don't you think we deserve to be happy too? I want us to be together, like a real couple."

"We are a real couple, Becky."

"No, we're not. Not yet." She paused, "I'm just tired of having to share you with him all the time. It breaks my heart every time I see you and him together, whenever he's kissing you, whenever you're holding his hand. It should be you and me, all the time, Justin," she whined.

"You know it's just for his benefit, hon," it doesn't mean anything to me and you. You know my heart's with you. Always." Justin reassured Becky before pulling her into him, and Pete felt like he was going to throw up as the two began kissing. It was a deep and passionate kiss this time.

The hunger on display in their kissing was just so intense, too intense for Pete to watch anymore. He stopped the video, and began to cry at what he was realizing was going on between his best friend and lover.


His mind ran through everything. All the possibilities. The opportunities, the lies, the times Justin was later home than he should have been. Times he was quiet or evasive. The times when he had changed his plans at the last minute, or he had been called into work. How many of those occasions were just to get away so he could be with her?

Justin had been good. He had had to be. Pete had been cheated on before, a small part of him would always been searching for signs of betrayal, for hints of his lover being unfaithful to him.

And yet, Justin had done exactly that. The same thing John had done before him. Why did this keep happening to Pete?

Pete sobbed, and then felt himself about to throw up, so he rushed towards the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach, which was mostly just coffee, into the toilet bowl.

After Pete had finally finished being sick and rinsed out his mouth, he sat on the edge of the bath, and cried into his hands. He couldn't believe this was happening to him all over again.

After a while, Pete had more questions. The cheating and the lying from John was bad enough, but how on Earth could Justin cheat on him with a woman?

Justin showed no hints of even being bisexual. Never suggested he had any interest in the opposite sex. To Pete's knowledge, he had always identified as a gay man.

Justin began to feel angry now. Angry at the cruel betrayal of his best friend, and the infidelity of his boyfriend. At all the lies and the deceit to fool him and continue their fling behind his back.

How many times had Justin lied to him just so he could go and fuck that stupid bitch? How many times had he fucked her? How long had this... affair, been going on between them?

And most of all, how could he be so fucking stupid? How could he not have seen what had been happening right under his nose? Why had he allowed himself to be put through this yet again?

Pete stormed back into the bedroom wanting to hit something. He punched the bedroom door, over and over and over again, screaming at it, until he felt better. But his hand was left bleeding and feeling numb. 'fuck. Probably broke it', he thought. But he didn't really care.

Pete paced back and forth in the bedroom. Then he stormed into the kitchen to take some painkillers for his hand, it would only be a matter of time before it began to hurt a lot. He washed away the blood. After he had gently wrapped his hand in a bandage, Pete carefully poured himself a neat, tall glass of vodka, before going back to his bedroom to watch the rest of the video.

Hoping to... what? he didn't know. Find some answers, see the betrayal with his own eyes? He was most likely fooling himself here, but it's all Pete had left, hope, that this was all some kind of a sick and twisted joke. He had to know for certain, that this was actually real.


So Pete sat back down on his bed. With his weakened hand he hit play on the video. His good hand now cradled the glass of vodka, which, for the moment, was his sole means of emotional support.

The scene began to play out again. While his boyfriend and best friend continued to kiss, Justin ran his fingers gently over Becky's neck and shoulders before sliding the straps that held up Becky's dress, down over her shoulders. Her dress fell away from her body and onto the floor, leaving Becky standing completely naked before Justin.

Justin continued to place gentle kisses all around Becky's throat, neck and shoulders. All the while, Becky was now tugging on the belt that secured Justin's pants, her neck positioned to one side, so Justin could continue placing soft seductive kisses there.

Becky tossed Justin's belt next to his jacket and t-shirt that were folded together neatly on the chair, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Becky crouched down and tugged on his jeans until they fell down down over his knees and rested by his feet.

Justin lifted one foot, and then the other, as Becky removed the pants from his feet, which left him in covered in only his black and white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs.

Standing face to face in front of each other, Becky's gaze hungrily took in all of Justin's almost naked form, clearly excited to have him alone with her again.

Justin was a very attractive man. Much more so than he was, Pete thought. Pete had always thought so, and he considered himself extremely lucky that a man as handsome as Justin would be interested in someone like him.

Justin was never vain or arrogant about his good looks or physique. But he did always make sure to look his best.

His chest, like his back, shoulders and arms, was broad and well defined, from the many hours he spent working out in the gym. Together with his curly blond hair, blue eyes and square jaw, he reminded Pete of the Roman Hero, Hercules.

Justin was an Adonis. Watching Becky's eyes feasting so shamelessly, on something that is only supposed belong to Pete, was heartbreaking all on its own.

Pete took a deep breath to steady himself as the scene continued to play out.

"You're so gorgeous," Becky told him. I can't wait to lick, touch and suck every inch of you. I've been so moist all day just thinking about you, and us being together again, this evening."


"I've been thinking about you too," Justin told her. He brought up his hands to stroke her perky breasts, and rubbed his thumbs across both of her nipples at the same time, playfully. Then he gently squeezed both mounds of flesh, marveling at the way they felt in his hands.

"Hmmm, god, I've been thinking about these puppies all day at work," he told her. "And when I was kissing Pete, what I was really thinking about was me taking these beautiful soft breasts into my mouth and teasing your nipples with my tongue."

Justin lifted Becky briskly into his arms, and she giggled as he threw her playfully onto her bed, before falling down at the side of her and lowering his face down her chest to take her tits into his mouth, one at a time.


A part of Pete was desperate to look away from the real life horror show playing out in front of him, as his best friend and the love of his life threw whatever loyalty they had for him, to the wind, once again, as they embraced each other on the bed.

Becky ran her fingers through Justin's soft blond locks as he continued grasp and pinch her breasts, and tease her nipples with his tongue between his lips.

Becky crawled out from beneath Justin's hold of her, and rested herself by his waist, then she tugged down his well-tented boxer-briefs.

Justin's briefs came off to the sound of a 'snap' as his large stiff cock was pulled away from his body before smacking back with a thud against his belly. The head of his thick cock now rested an inch or so above his belly button.

Justin, unlike Pete, had always kept his body hair as it was. It had always looked so sexy to Pete, he loved that Justin never shaved off his body hair. It worked to enhance the rest of Justin's rugged masculinity and made him look so delicious, so bear-ish.

That remained the case for the hair surrounding Justin's large cock. Smaller, less equipped men might decide to trim or shave their pubes to make themselves look a little bigger, but Justin suffered no such deficiency. As with the hair covering his chest, abs and legs, Justin kept all his body hair au naturel.

Grabbing as much of his length as she could inside her small fist, Becky lifted Justin's penis and started firmly squeezing the shaft, which curved slightly inward, forcing the veins across his cock to darken and thicken.

She moved her body surreptitiously to one side, and threw a casual glance behind her, to look directly at the camera, which must have been hidden from Justin's view, as if to say to Pete, 'this is all my doing, just look at how he responds at just my touch'.

Justin's head was against the pillow, his eyes were tightly closed as Becky leaned down and took his hard tool into her mouth, and inch by inch, down into her throat.

Pete gawked at the screen as he watched Becky taking almost the entire length of his boyfriend's cock inside of her mouth, before slowly withdrawing so she could do the same thing all over again.

Pete could hear his boyfriend, his apparently not-so-gay fucking boyfriend, moan in response to her ministrations, encouraging her on, telling her how good he felt inside her throat. Pete felt sick, and took a large gulp of his neat vodka to try calm himself.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" Becky asked Justin.

Justin sighed. "So good, babe. So goood!" He told her in almost a whisper.

Becky began to lick all around the swollen pink glans and underneath the length of his shaft, before taking the sensitive tip back into her mouth and sucking fast and vigorously on it between her tightly sealed lips.

"Did you miss me today?" She asked in a mawkish tone, as if she was desperate to know, but terrified of the answer.

"You know I did, baby. I miss you all the time when I'm not here with you."

"What about when you're with Pete, do you miss me then, too?" Becky asked before taking his full length back into her mouth.

"Ohh!" Justin groaned as Becky's lips brushed against the pubic bush at the base of his cock. "All the time! "It's only you, baby. It's only ever you."

Pete wanted to cry again. Wanted to stop the video. He wanted to punch the door again. To smash his laptop. He wanted to throttle the two evil bastards on the video, right to fucking death. Instead, he settled for grinding his teeth, and squeezing the grip he held of the glass in his left hand, wondering how hard he would have to deliberately squeeze it before the glass shattered in his hand.



A few moments later and it was Justin this time that was positioned between Becky's thighs. His head eagerly bobbing back and forth, and side to side as he tongued her kitty hard and fast.

Becky pulled his head harder into her as she twisted and squirmed to the skillful attention he was applying to her very sensitive sex organ.

it was obvious that Justin had done this enough times to know exactly what he was doing to her. Pete couldn't remember the last time Justin had paid this much attention to him.

Pete had previously put the lack of sexual excitement they had these days, down to the monotony that most long term relationships eventually went through. the excitement and novelty of what took place between the sheets, had now worn off a little, but Pete's feelings for Justin had felt just as strong as they had ever been, if not even more so. Pete had thought that they were partners for life. soulmates, even. While the excitement was inevitably replaced with experience and familiarity, he found himself growing even closer to Justin in other, more serious ways.

Instead, his soulmate was currently on screen, making love to someone else. His best friend of all people.

With his hands grabbing onto Becky's thighs, Justin's mouth was now completely covering Becky's pussy, taking her whole sex into his mouth while he continued sucking on her cunt and sticking his tongue deep inside her slit. Pete could hear the loud sucking and smacking noises as his boyfriend's lips and mouth continued to do everything they could to deliver as much pleasure as possible to Becky's kitty.

Becky moaned once again. It was very loud this time and she told Justin in an urgent tone, that she was coming. "I'm coming, baby. keep sucking my cunt! Oh god! Keep sucking! Fuuuuck! Aaaaah!"

Pete could hear some disgusting slurping noises coming from Justin's mouth. He didn't completely understand what was happening between his boyfriend's mouth and Becky's pussy. Did women come the same way men did? His knowledge of female sexuality was obviously slim.

Meanwhile Justin continued to slurp on Becky's juicy peach as she humped the bed and ground her quivering mound against his open mouth.

A few moments later, Justin pulled away from her. "I missed that. You always taste so good, baby." He ran his tongue over his lips. "Delicious!" Justin grinned sexily at Becky, before lowering his face over hers and kissing her mouth.

Pete thought he was going to be sick again. How many times had Justin come home from fucking that harlot, that bitch Pete used to call his best friend, with her disgusting pussy stink all over his lips, and inside his mouth? Had he then kissed Pete? Pete was furious with them.


While Justin was in the middle of kissing Becky, he was stroking his semi hard cock, working it back to its full effect. Pete was expecting Justin stop in a moment and roll on a condom, something he always did before he fucked Pete. Which is why he was once again left in shock as Justin pointed his now fully hard, unburdened cock at the entrance of Becky's sex, and Pete watched the sickening moment unfold, as Justin's large cock parted Becky's pink pussy lips and slid completely inside her, until there was nothing left to take, in one smooth move.

Not only was there going to be no condom involved in Justin's infidelity, but absent too was the all the usual preparation and lubrication that had to take place for Justin and Pete's own sexual intercourse to happen.

Justin and Becky made their sexual unification look so simple. They seemed to fit so easily and naturally together. Pete wept once again, as his boyfriend crossed the final line preventing this being anything but a genuine act of adultery.

Justin was cheating on him, right now, on the screen, with his boyfriend's best friend. And unbeknownst to Justin, Becky was recording it for Pete to watch later.

As the two lovers bodies came together, like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle, a soft, satisfied moan escaped both of them. Justin was once again kissing Becky's mouth, while her hands stroked and scratched across the surface of his shoulders and back. Her legs were arched and wide open, purposefully, for the camera to be able to get a complete view the connection that made the two bodies come together as one.

Pete watched on in morbid fascination as Justin's hips moved in and out, his ass checks tense and relax, his large, loose balls thumping repeatedly against Becky's ass, while his thick cock plunged in and out of her cunt, over and over again.

There was very little actual talking going on between them at this point. All that Pete could hear between the occasional 'oh gods!' and 'so goods!' was a lot of deep breathing, and some soft moaning coming from the couple.

Justin seemed to be sliding in and out of her so effortlessly, and in a much more constant pace than what Pete was used to when Justin was with him. Justin was fucking her like it was the best thing in the world.



Justin and Becky's bodies had shifted around quite a lot during the first several minutes of their lovemaking. Perhaps because of some deliberate manipulation on Becky's part, their bodies could be now seen to Pete, from side on, instead of from behind, as was the case before. Pete was now a witness to their joyous facial expressions, as they continued to fuck each other.

For Becky, this was all performance, this time it was for Pete's benefit.

But for Justin, this was something he had been so desperate to experience again since the last time they were alone together.

As Justin's thrusting inside Becky continued, his pace began to quicken some. Their moaning became a little more desperate, and the slapping sounds of their colliding bodies grew louder.

Becky brought her legs around the bottom Justin's ass, and locked her ankles together, trying to pull even more of him inside of her.

"Tell me you love me!" She begged him.

"I love you," Justin groaned.

"You only love me, right?" Becky asked, breathlessly, between moans.

"Yes!" He grunted. "Only you! "

"I love you too. So much!" She told him back.

"Fuck baby! You feel so good inside!" Justin groaned, and began fucking her even harder. Pete had never seen Justin this relentless and intense while fucking him.

"Fffph! you too!" Becky moaned. She was finding it hard to form any sort of coherent response. "Fuck! I'm about to cum!" She cried in a high pitched voice.


Justin kissed her lips again and slowed his pace down, "I love this next part!" He told her, short of breath himself. "I love the way you feel when you climax against me and you squeeze my whole dick inside you."

That comment seemed to be the catalyst for Becky to explode. Her whole body tensed and locked down, with Justin's hard cock buried deep inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Justin groaned, with his neck arching backward and his eyes tightly shut.

"Oh fuck!" Becky repeated.

Justin's thrusts ceased altogether as Becky's walls clamped down hard around his hardness and that seemed to overwhelm him too, as he proceeded to make lots of unintelligible noises and grunts, and he pushed himself as hard as he could, deep into Becky's body until he was pinning her firmly against the mattress. His entire body tensed, all at once, and his toes curled, while he blasted several hard shots of spunk inside her pussy.

That was when Pete saw an unfamiliar look across Justin's face. It was hard to describe the look exactly with a only a single noun or verb. Some sort of mix between 'Bliss', 'euphoria', and 'contentment', or something akin to that description, was the best he could come up with.

Justin and Becky remained that way, a little out of breath, with their sweaty bodies pressed together, and Justin's spent cock still fully enveloped inside its warm home.


The scene stopped a moment later, the last image on the screen before it turned back to a fully dressed Becky, the version of Becky speaking before the video started, had been the image of Justin, still buried inside Becky, with a relaxed, happy smile on his face. As Becky pulled him in for another kiss, the scene faded to black, and the earlier version of Becky now occupied the screen once again.

"I'm sorry I had to reveal everything to you this way. I suppose it would be just too much to ask for your forgiveness, and your acceptance of Justin and I being a couple. That we all could remain friends after this? I don't expect any such thing to happen, but in an ideal world, Justin and I would be together, and you and I would still be friends." Becky smiled sweetly, and then the video finally ended.

it wasn't that much later when Pete heard the door to their home unlocking, and he realized that Justin had arrived home from work.

Pete heard the man he once considered his soulmate, place his car keys on the kitchen table.

"Hello? Pete? Babe, I'm home."

The End

Thanks for reading ​

Will we get to read the aftermath?

 

[MikeT008]

https://metro.co.uk/2020/09/26/gay-man-fell-in-love-with-female-friend-13319531/

 

[caetuna]

here is really so much exciting words,i need more

 

[MikeT008]

Well I have more


Here's an early Christmas present for those who're looking for something theme-related to read.

The main character in this one is pretty cruel and spiteful, and not everyone will get an happy ending. So it might not be to everyone's tastes.

DEAR SANTA​

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Dear Santa,

It's me, Mia, writing to you once again, asking for a Christmas miracle.

I know it seems cruel and greedy to be writing you this letter, but it's my last resort. I mean, I'm 22, single, and definitely a fully grown adult, I should have already outgrown such things. But I still believe, yes, even today, that you might in fact be a real life person.

I can't tell anyone else about this since they'll think I'm crazy, but the truth is, it is they who are the crazy ones. Each year I've written a letter to you, I've almost always got what I've asked for. And the truth is, I've not always been a good girl, so you must have a soft spot for me.

Although, there is just this one thing I've never received, even though I've asked you for it every Christmas, this last couple of years. So I'm starting to think the truth might be that my parents have just spoiled me rotten, and that you don't exist after all.

The one thing that I want more than anything else, my folks would never, and couldn't ever, give to me. It's way beyond their ability to do so. So I'm appealing to your kind heart instead, jolly Saint Nick, even though I'm starting to think I might in fact be crazy, and you're not so real at all.

So prove to me Santa, prove to me you're real, please show me that you really do exist. Because if you don't, well, I'm a lifelong, devout believer that you're going to lose, and I'll never believe in Father Christmas again.

No more Christmas stockings hanging by the fire. No Dear Santa letters. No fancy, decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, no more milk and cookies put out on Christmas Eve, and no more singing festive Christmas carols, in your honor.

I love Christmas so, so much, it's my absolute favorite time of the year. So please, Santa, just listen to my plea, and I'll tell you exactly what I want this Christmas year.

It's a million to one shot, it'll take a Christmas miracle to happen, but I'll do whatever it takes. I've tried everything else and I'm desperate, I have no other choice, you might be the only one who can help me.

You have no idea how badly I want this, need this, have to have this, and I'll never ask for anything else, I swear. It's the only thing I'll ever ask for, want or need, so please grant me this wish. There's only one thing I want for Christmas, I can't get the thought out of my head, I want my brother's husband, lying naked on my bed.

I want to fuck my brother's husband, it feels so good to write it down, I just can't wait any longer. I've wanted this for years, I know it's an odd request, you probably don't get many quite like this. I know that I've been coy when I've asked you this before, these past few years. I've been looking for some way to make him love me too. But now here's the truth, the thing I want more than anything else, is my gay brother-in-law's big, fat, juicy cock all to myself. It's meant to be, I just know it is, and I need your help to make it so.

I met him six months before he married my brother. Funnily enough it was Christmas then too. He looked so hot, as soon as I saw him, I knew he should have been mine. But the fates decided otherwise. He just had to be gay, and go and marry my brother Stan, (short for Tristan), instead.

His name is Noah, and he's from the south, and he's still not quite used to the big city life. The day I met Noah, and saw the way his flannel shirt clung to his chiseled body, I knew I wanted him. He was even wearing cowboy boots. He's six years older than me, the same age as my brother, but, just like his sexuality, the age difference didn't stop me wanting him, not one bit. I crushed on him hard, but didn't say a word, trying to be a good little sister. I watched the happy gay couple get married in a civil ceremony. It was a beautiful day. A day that should have been mine.

My folks love Stan. He was always their fave, but I always thought he was quite dull. A whiz in school, a total teacher's pet. And, despite being gay, he was all they could ever want in a son.

To them he was perfect, an upstanding child, a productive member of society. He always liked to help out, to volunteer, to help those that were far less fortunate than us. But I know the truth, he didn't do it to help, he did it to make himself feel better. That was the worst, that's why I hated him, because everything he did was for show. So what if he helped? So what if he donated? So what if he traveled abroad? So what if he was gay? My parents were floored, when he spent his summer abroad helping to build homes for the poor.

I have to admit, when I met Noah I was incredibly nervous. His smile alone made me shudder, his handsome looks made me wet, his cute southern accent made me weak at the knees. But he just had to be gay, and my brother just had to have him for himself, didn't he?

He treated me like a kid, because I was several years younger. He didn't get the chance to know the real me, and learn I was very mature for my age. He didn't allow himself the chance to give heterosexuality a try. I watched from afar, my eyes following him, the fires of a teenage crush being ignited. I'd never seen a guy as sexy as him, he was truly a man.

But he wasn't my man.

I was not included in their late evening talks, I wasn't considered mature enough, I didn't belong with the adults. Noah, bless his kind heart, did try to include me, but Stan would be quick to point out that it was getting awfully late. He made sure to point out to everyone else there that it was in fact a school night for me. I was sent to bed by my smiling parents, just as they noticed my blushing red cheeks. Mom and Dad felt bad, but not Stan, that prick, he wore a smug smile instead.

I fumed with jealously every time I was around the cute and happy couple, knowing what could have been. He could have been straight. He could have been mine. I mean, I'm tall, I'm hot, I have really great hair. It's light brown, it's so sleek and curly. And I have a very attractive face, and some really big tits. I'm the hottest girl in my group friends by far, with EE cups. They're so soft to touch. My butt's perfectly round and perky, unlike my gay brother's flat, bony ass. I'll never know what Noah sees in Stan.

But, alas, Noah's still married to him, and not me.

So now I ask you for help with what to do, to get my gay brother-in-law to fuck me too. I know it's a long-shot, a miracle I need, but this just has to happen. He would be happier with me, and he's such a good guy, don't you agree that he deserves the best?

I could provide him with all the stimulation he needs. I know it sounds naughty, a bad thing to do, to steal my gay brother's husband. A girl earning her way permanently on Santa's naughty list, for sure. And that's who I am, but I think I deserve a nice gift at least once.

Maybe if I do, maybe if I'm rewarded, I might not be so bad anymore. I'd be a good girl, I make that promise to you, for nothing else I'll ever ask, if this favor's done, if you help get Noah's gay cock up my tight, little cunt.

I'm at their house now, and it's Christmas Eve. The snow is just starting to fall. It's just the three of us here, they opened their home to give me a warm Merry Christmas. I've kept up the charade, as if there were no hard feelings between us. I'll sneak down in a few minutes, once the happy couple's tucked up in bed for the night, and slip this letter deep inside my stocking. I'll hope for the best and bide my time, and maybe this year my gay brother's husband will finally be mine.

Mia X



*******



Mia,

Mia, my dear Mia, I hope you don't mind but I saw your lovely letter. I've been a fan of your work for quite some time.

No, I'm not jolly Old Saint Nick. It's Santa's evil twin, Krampus here, instead.

Look under the tree, my dear. If you look closely you'll find some magical gifts made especially for you. Open them in private, cause if you don't, your brother Tristan, and Noah, will know that something is up.

Also, check inside your stocking, you'll find some surprises in there too, including a clear glass vial. It's 'Magic Christmas Powder'. Just slip it into Stan's drink, it'll keep him out of the way.

Use each of your gifts, you have quite many, and really show Noah all the delights a woman has to offer.

My presents should help, just slip them on tight, it should make you look irresistible, to all men, gay, or straight.

I wish you the best, honey, but you won't need it, you definitely have what it takes.

Please write me back, let me know how it goes, just write my name on the letter. It should get to me, we have our ways, my empire is quite expansive.

Now if you'll excuse me, my goody-goody brother's about to leave for work. I have to slip this letter into his bag, before I go keep Mrs. Claus all warm and cozy while Nick's gone.

Good Luck Mia, Merry Christmas!

Krampus.



*****



Krampus,

Oh my God, I can't believe it! Thank you for the help. But I'm getting ahead, let me set the scene and make this all dramatic.

We woke up early, all three of us, excited for Christmas morning. I padded downstairs in my silky robe, and joined the gay happy couple.

I was completely nude underneath, and I had to resist letting it slip off of my shoulders, just to show Noah what he's been missing.

But I decided to play it safe, and kept my robe fixed tight around my body, hiding my jiggling tits. But I made sure my hard nipples showed through the robe, if anyone just happened to take a look.

Stan made us all a coffee as we got ready to open the gifts. Wizzard's 'Christmas Everyday' was playing on the radio, and the tree looked dazzling. I just knew this year was going to be something special.

We started with our stockings, and when I looked in mine I found your letter tucked deep inside, nice and neat. I read it in private so no one else could see, my eyes glowing with surprise. So Santa was real, and as it turned out, so was his evil twin brother, Krampus!

I found the glass vial you mentioned, pocketed it, and hid the stocking away for later. We went under the tree, all three of us, each of us searching for the presents. It became clear that your gifts were the fanciest wrapped ones there.

I pulled them aside, tucking them away, as per what you said in your letter. So we opened the rest the stuff, which were from our friends and families, as I anxiously waited to be able to open yours. They sat next to me, occasionally drawing my attention, I desperately wanted to see what was inside, but I knew had to wait. Even so, I couldn't help but sit there with a wide smile across my face, thinking about them while keeping up the boring pretenses, as the other two continued opening their presents.

Noah was great, he acted like a giddy puppy. He smiled at me when he pulled from under the tree the brand new pair of boots I'd bought him. He had no idea, how expensive they were, that I'd spent a pretty penny on them. He looked like a cowboy, every girl's wet dream. All I could think was, how good they would look on him if he wore them as he fucked me.

I went to my guest room, and locked the door tight, letting the gifts drop onto the bed. I ripped open the presents with childish glee, eager to see what was inside. I emptied my stocking, I just let the presents fall out and widened my eyes with surprise.

And let me just say, Krampus, you went above and beyond, they were best gifts a slut like me could ever receive. All those sexy bras and panties, the best I'd ever seen, every color I could imagine. All sorts of thongs, thin and sexy, each tinier than the last.

And then I found your note, tucked within, hidden under the wrappings. It certified that, this clothing here, was the best that could be offered. 'Made of Christmas Fibers, Enchanted with pure sex Magic. Just perfect for a horny Christmas Slut.'

So panties, stockings, and bras, all sprinkled with slut magic. I saw I had some new make-up as well. I slipped off my robe, and tapped my feet, trying to decide which sexy, magically charmed lingerie to wear. Each would be great, but I had to choose, which one would Noah like the best? Pink, white, or black, Christmas red or green? Which would show my figure off best when they get seen? Black conjures up dark thoughts, nasty, naughty things, the kinds of things I had soon planned for that big gay dick of Noah's.

Now which bra should I go with, to get my big tits jiggling? I knew I had to pick the right one. It won't take much, these breasts are oh so big, they bounce in just about anything.

I picked out a bra, the best one that allowed the perfect jiggle. It made my already large cleavage look huge, even bigger than normal, my tits almost pouring over the top of the bra. I picked out a thong, a matching black one, as tiny as it could be. I pulled it up tight, made sure it was snug, it just barely covered my pussy. I looked in the mirror, clad in this enchanted slut outfit, even a gay man like Noah wouldn't be able to resist this perfectly fine body now.

I pulled up my stockings, making sure they looked real sexy. Of course they did, my legs were the shit, one part of the perfect package. Then I slipped on a garter belt and some long black suspenders. I put on my make-up, nothing overt just subtle, hiding my true intentions. My lips looked soft and smooth, my eyes looked damn appealing. I was a perfectly made-up hottie.

I sprayed on some perfume in all the right places, and then slipped my silk robe back on. I picked up the vial, and slipped out of the room. This party was just about to get started.

More Christmas tunes were playing on the radio, and the happy couple were dancing and singing along. I joined them near the tree.

"Hey, guys," I offered, "I'll slip into the kitchen and grab some eggnog for the three of us."

They agreed, not suspecting my true intentions, I had to just smile with glee. A few minutes later, with the vial now empty, I gave them each a glass. And what a surprise, a few moments later, my brother Stan began to feel groggy.

Noah went up to him, put his arm on Stan's shoulders, a hell of a husband he was. My brother claimed to be sleepy, and just needed a nap, but I knew he'd sleep for a while, once he was out.

Noah led him upstairs, with me following closely behind, eager to get in on the action. I walked into their bedroom, and watched from the doorway, as Noah put his precious husband to bed. Stan was already passed out, it's time to begin, I thought, and then a smile came to my lips.

"Hey Noah" I called out, he looked back with a start, as I let my robe slip from my shoulders. All my naughty bits, my EE tits, barely concealed, were now offered to Noah for the taking.

"What the hell are you doing?" Noah said in shock, his eyes feasting on my personal treats.

"I thought you should take a look at these extra gifts that I have just for you." I said, glancing towards his groin. Not hard yet, well that will have to change, I thought with evil intentions.

"I'm gay and this is so wrong!" Noah said, his head shaking with disbelief.

"Hey Noah, take a look at this thong," I told him as I saw the magic finally beginning to work on him.

I gave him a quick spin, and posed against the door, showing off my ridiculous ass.

"W-what are you doing? Your brother is here, and h-he's ill!"

"Don't worry, he'll be out for hours now."

"What have you done?" Noah asked, concerned. "You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"He'll be fine." I said off-handedly, not worried at all, "I just wanted to give you the opportunity to get to know me a little better."

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Noah asked, getting angry. "Cause if it is, it's not funny, Mia!"

"No joke." I said calmly, stepping towards him, "Just look at my body. It's totally serious."

I stepped towards him boldly, forcing him back until he was pressed up against the wall.

"I have a question. I just have to ask, how could you love him, how could you even be gay, after you've seen my hot body?"

"What do you mean?" Noah asked, "I am gay, Mia, and I love your brother, my husband, absolutely!"

"My hot ass is better than the best thing on him. And my pussy is even better than my hot ass."

"What the hell are you saying? This is so wrong. You know I'm gay, Mia. Please stop doing this. I thought you was a nice person? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Baby, I'm actually a bad girl, an evil slut," I told him in a flirtatious tone. "You don't know how wrong this is going to get."

I watched his nostrils flare, clearly the magic was now doing some serious work on Noah's will, and quickly eliminating his contrary sexual desires.

I moved even closer towards him, my tits now pressed against his chest, causing him to exhale loudly. He looked so cute, so nervous and tense, I could just eat him up. Perhaps I will.

"It's okay." I whispered, "don't fight it, Noah. You could be squeezing my beautiful tits right now. Just. Let. Go."

Noah looked down at my large chest pressed against him, swallowed audibly, and looked back into my eyes.

"Please move," he begged, clearly nervous and unsure what was happening, and causing him to have the unfamiliar reaction he was now experiencing, towards me, "I need to leave now. This is getting...," he exhaled breathlessly, "nuts."

"If you don't want this, Noah, if you're truly gay, there's just one thing you need to do, just put your hands on me. I won't be mad at you. Just push me away, shove me, throw me to the side, I will not be offended in the least. I have two handholds, just take a strong squeeze, and see what you want to do. See what it's like to hold a woman's breasts in your hands.

"Sure, I know, I'm your sister-in-law, and you're gay and everything. I know that this is so very wrong. So just toss me out, scream at me. However, simply cop a feel before you do. No one would blame you, I mean, my breasts are irresistible. So just reach out and touch them, I won't mind.

"Use those male, biological instincts that you've never enacted before. Just grab them. They're so round and soft, they'll feel so, so good in your hands, Noah. They're double-E's, if you were wondering, since you're inexperienced with breasts. Just have a feel, and then tell me what you think, and you can send me away."

"But," Noah stammered, trying desperately to figure out what to do. He's been assaulted with some very powerful, unfamiliar impulses that are at odds with his long established sexuality.

"Just squeeze my tits," I said softly, almost whispering the suggestion to him, and licking my lips. "I know that you really want to. It'll just be our little secret." I turned glanced at Stan for just a moment before returning all my attention to Noah. "I promise. No one will ever know."

That's when the sweet southern gay boy disappeared right before me. He had been replaced by an angry, lustful, primal beast instead. One which suddenly couldn't take its eyes off of my breasts. He slapped his hands on my tits, and a moan escaped my lips, as he squeezed my breasts roughly, almost painfully. He forced me to move back a little, while squeezing my mounds, pushing me back, hard, towards the door. I stopped him there, and shook my hair, and pointed my finger straight up. In his lust fueled daze he turned his gaze to the thing hanging above us. There, a mistletoe hung from the doorway.

Hey, who am I to mess with tradition?

I jumped into his arms, and wrapped my legs around him, and tried to stick my tongue down his throat. But his mouth stayed firmly shut. I was still having to fight against his stubborn sexuality, and the fading loyalty that still lingered for his husband.

With my soft tongue pressing on his lips, finally, he opened up for me, and this time, his tongue reached into my mouth, while my fingers journeyed south, and I could now feel his cock, thickening quickly, inside his pants.

His hands fell to my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard, and then he carried me towards their bed. As he threw me down on the sheets, my tits jiggled about like crazy. The rough movement of the bed caused Noah's unconscious husband to bounce around in his drug-induced sleep.

Noah looked down at me, his eyes were now radiating unabashed, flagrant lust for my scantily clad body. He hurriedly undid his belt buckle, and forcefully yanked the skinny jeans down past his thighs, and left them to fall to his feet. His shirt followed right behind them. And then, as he ripped down his briefs, and I saw his rock hard cock spring up into the air, I excitedly spread my thighs and waited for him. His cock was huge, eight inches easily. And yet the poor thing had been wasted on my brother all this time.

No foreplay for now, that would come later, right now we just wanted to fuck our brains out. He fell on the bed, his body landed on top of mine, almost smothering me with his full weight. He went straight for my neck, sucking and biting me teasingly, making me shiver with delight.

And then, because the formerly gay man couldn't resist the lure of my big natural tits anymore, his hands found themselves there next, trying fervently to unfasten the clasp, but not knowing how to. I had to help him undo it. As the clasp was unclipped, the twin mounds sprang out at once, looking all perky and large, which caused the gay married man to stare at them in awe.

Straight away, I felt, as much as saw, Noah's hungry mouth latch on to my erect nipple, trying to suck on it as if I was going breastfeed him. He squeezed, bit and chewed on my nipples, and then he ran his wet tongue back and forth, rapidly, over the sensitive nubs. And it felt amazing to finally have him right where I'd wanted him. And the best was still to come.

While Noah was enjoying my breasts, I slipped my hands down and took hold of his bare cock. I began stroking and playing with it, rubbing the leaking precum all around his swollen pink glans.

I peeled the black thong away from my pussy and placed the tip of his warm cock by my damp entrance, and like the good breeding stud he was now becoming, he began to push forward.

"Oh fuck." I moaned softly, his dick felt so wonderful as it slipped right inside. So long and thick, he was, with a slight upward curve. He filled me to the hilt. I looked up to his eyes, they were scrunched real tight, lost in the tremendous pleasure my tight heat was now providing him.

This had to feel like a major upgrade for Stan, the sensation he was now experiencing. The poor guy had only had my brother to satisfy him before. This was the beginning of a brand new adventure for him, as well as the realization of all my dreams coming true. In this moment our two bodies had physically and spiritually united to become one.

My juices were flowing pretty heavily, soaking the full length of his thick cock, prepping it for its impelling task. And finally, Noah's eyes opened again and they stared into mine, and then he began to thrust back and forth.

I bit into my lip, the sensation was so thrilling. The pleasure flowing through my body was almost overwhelming. He started to fuck me at a furious pace, as if he was losing his virginity all over again, and was struggling to keep his composure.

"My god!" Noah groaned, breathing hard. "I-I can't believe how amazing this feels!"

I smirked at him, and then slapped his ass, knowing that he was all mine now.

"Your big, incredible cock feels so good inside. It's stretching me out real nice. I can't get enough of it!" I said through a moan to my brother-in-law, as he pounded my snatch, from root to tip, like any other highly skilled, highly aroused, straight man would in his place. I looked to the side, and then smiled as I saw, my brother's serene, passed-out face. I grabbed Stan's unconscious hand in mine, twisted off his wedding ring, and tossed it haphazardly onto the bedside table.

"Oh, thanks so much, big brother, for giving me Noah, but I'm afraid I'll just have to keep him all for myself now. His cock is way too good to give up. And he's just too much of a sexy stud to waste his life being in a second-rate relationship with you. I'm afraid you just don't have what I can provide him, and you never will. So I'll be taking your place by his side now. And don't worry big brother, I'll keep your former lover here completely happy and fulfilled."

I laughed loud and hard, and then leaned straight up, sticking my tongue back in Noah's mouth. I scratched at his scalp, and sucked on his tongue, and rubbed my sweaty breasts across his firm, hairy chest.

He pounded me harder, as hard as he could, so hard that Stan rolled completely off of the bed and fell hard to the floor. I laughed out loud, but my giggling stopped, when Noah roared out loud like a lion. My pussy clenched up and was squeezing all of his long, hard inches tightly inside me, surrounding him like a warm, silk vice. I moaned out loud, and bit into his shoulder, as my brother-in-law buried his rich, potent seed deep inside me.

He rolled off from on top as we caught our breath, it had undoubtedly been the best sex of my life. While Noah regained his strength, I slipped from the bed, and lifted Stan back onto the mattress, cause I wasn't done, and neither was Noah, and I wanted Stan to be there as our witness, conscious or not. I slipped off my well-soaked thong, tossed it across the room, and rejoined my new man on the bed.

I stroked Noah's spent dick, and as we made out some more, it did not take very long to get him back fully hard. I licked down his chest, and sucked on his beautiful dick, making sure it was properly firm and lubed with spit. I straddled his cock, pointing it up, and buried it straight up my ass, and sat down on his lap.

"Holy fuck this hole's tight!" groaned Noah, his cock once again deep back inside me.

"Tighter than my brother's?"

"nnnghh! Yes!" Noah said through gritted teeth.

I laughed mockingly. So even with what little my brother could give Noah, I had him beat there, too?

I swiveled my hips, and rapidly fingered my clit, clenching my ass around his fat cock. I started to move back and forth, and I noticed how his eyes stayed locked on to my large, bouncing breasts. They must have still looked quite strange and fascinating to him. I grabbed his hands, lifted them up, and placed them onto my tits.

"Here. they're all yours now. They belong to you. As does the rest of my body. Just squeeze them good. Make me moan out loud! I kinda hope that we wake my brother up. I want him to see what you're doing to me, as he lays unconscious at the side of us."

Noah massaged my tits, kneading them hard, but there's no such thing as too hard for me. He twisted my nipples with some force, and then slapped my tits, treating me like a whore. Well, I guess I was his whore now, wasn't I? I mused as a large grin spread over my flushed face.

This classy, gentle, southern gay boy, who had married my pathetic brother, had now become a sex monster who'd just filled up my pussy and was now working on doing the same to my ass. We built up a sweat together, with our rough sex, and my dumb brother was still none the wiser, sleeping right beside us.

Once we were done we both stood and quickly carried Stan out of the bedroom, and dumped him on top the bed in the guest room, down the hall, the room that I had been staying in, we were keen to get back to our sex. I closed our bedroom door, and locked it, then Noah and I got back down to business.

The edge was off now, so me and Stan could have that marathon kind of fucking. And that's how we spent the rest of our Christmas Day together, getting hot and sweaty in bed. Getting to know all each other's intimate buttons, touches, tastes and smells. I bounced on his cock, to the beat of all of the best Christmas songs he played on his phone.


Noah's asleep now, I appear to have worn him out. I don't think he's ever been fucked so thoroughly before.

I am writing this letter, as I sit in bed, with my brother-in-law asleep right beside me. I'd better finish this up, I think my dumbass brother is stirring, and now we have to explain to Stan that I'll be replacing him with Noah as my man.

Mia X


*****


(One Year Later)

Dear Krampus,

I'm writing again, I very much doubt you've forgotten about me. It's me, Miah, your ever grateful slut.

Since I last wrote, I've recommended you to all my friends, they thought I was crazy, but I know you must be doing some of your magic, because I've seen their posts on social media, bragging about their latest, hot conquests. Married, gay, and straight, I've seen all kinds of hunks caught inside their clutches.

Well anyway, I just again want to send you a massive 'Thanks', and post you an update on things. I don't write out Christmas cards that often, it too domestic for me, but for you I will gladly make an exception.

Thanks for the gift, a big, beautiful diamond ring, it looks so fucking gucci on my finger. It is about time that Noah made an honest woman out of me. We've decided to start on making a family in the new year. Noah's quite excited at the prospect of becoming a father.

This year has been great. There's been lots and lots of fucking. I'm the happiest, and most sexually satisfied, I have ever been. Thanks to Noah, well, and thanks to you too, of course. None of it would have been possible without your intervention.

My folks disowned me when Stan told them what I'd done. But honestly who gives a shit? I won the war between me and my brother, now I'm the one getting fucked, and Stan's without his gorgeous husband. A full reversal of the situation I was in last year.

Even if he does find another guy to date him, good luck finding one as good in bed as Noah.

Noah's quite a stallion. You'd never know that he'd never even fucked a girl before last Christmas. He is still very much a southern gentlemen, but completely gone are his same-sex attractions. That magic you used appears to have been permanent. It seems to have opened his eyes to a whole new world, too.

I've seen him checking out my girl friends from time to time, but I keep him firmly in line. After all, none my friends can compete with me.

However, the monster inside him comes out during sex. He is the nastiest man, straight man now, that I've ever met. Pounding my tight pussy has become his new favorite hobby. If I were a lesser woman I'd be complaining about being sore. But since it's me, I love it. I just can't get enough.

My dream really came true, and it's all thanks to you. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you enough. Your brother might get all the credit, but you're my Santa, Krampus.


Love and kisses,

Mia X

THE END​

 

[MikeT008]

Just noticed one or two minor typos. Oops! Too late to edit them. But they're not too bad.

 

[MikeT008]

Rebecca - By MikeT008 ​

I can't believe how much into it he looks. His long, thick cock sinking all the way into her depths, over and over. His whole body was tense, his cheeks were flushed, his mouth agape, as he grunts and groans, his eyes fixed onto hers. I'm ashamed to say, I don't ever think I've seen him quite so aroused during sex as he seemed to be right this moment.

It had just been a joke at first. Well, not exactly, but I don't think I had been completely serious when I suggested it. It had been something flirting at the back of my mind for a little while. I'd read something online about a gay couple who had added a third partner into their relationship - a female. They now considered themselves a 'throuple', and said they were having the best sex of their lives.

At first I scoffed, and even felt a little offended by it. They were gay after all, what could a female possibly have to offer them?

But a small part of me did wonder.

The more I thought about it, the more I found myself getting turned on by the concept. I'd never slept with a woman before. Both Nick and I were full virgins when it came to the opposite sex. I'm not sure why the idea had grown to arouse me so much.

I mentioned the story to Nick, and told him what I'd thought about it. It was just as shocking to find that he'd liked the idea of it too.

So here we were a few weeks later. A young woman named Rebecca had taken us up on our offer, after we'd advertised online, seeking a female who was open to the idea of allowing a middle aged, curious gay couple a chance to experiment with them. She had quickly responded to our ad because she'd long fantasized about spending some 'intimate time' with a gay couple too.

At first we were going to have a threesome, all three of us together. But Nick had suggested that our first time experimenting with Rebecca ought to be one on one, to get the full, undiluted experience of having sex with a woman.

Initially, I was a little reluctant, because I wanted to share the special experience with him. In the end we compromised, and between us we agreed that one of us could stay in the room, while the other one was with Rebecca.

What was even more of a surprise to me was just how much Nick was really into the idea. When I had first suggested it to him, I had expected him to turn me down point blank. Being a gay man with no history with women, I didn't expect him for a moment to seriously consider it.

What I found instead was him being highly excited by it. The last couple of days before our engagement with Rebecca, it was almost all that he would talk about.

I hadn't really given it a lot of thought to how it was all going to go down that evening. I assumed we'd just go with the flow once she was here. But then Nick had insisted on being the first with her. I think I'd be feeling a little perturbed by his eagerness, if I wasn't also a little excited, too.

The photo she'd attached with her reply, had us excited even more. Nick and I made love that night, imagining her with us in bed.

She had shoulder length, straight, glossy brown hair, striking blue eyes, with full pink lips, and such a pretty face. Nick and I couldn't wait to find out what the rest of her looked like too.

Nick wasted little time when the moment had arrived and we welcomed her into our home. After a couple of glasses of wine, and polite introductions, at Nick's persistence, we made our way up the stairs and into our bedroom.

I was sitting on the chair across the room as I watched them going at each other like long lost lovers. Their movements unrestrained and urgent. I must have been the furthest thing from Nick's mind, he didn't look my way once as he groped, stroked and licked her all over, with Rebecca encouraging him on with her own soft moans.

And now here was my boyfriend sinking deep into her warm silky depths, with such an hungry look on his face, making deep, animalistic groans I've never heard him make before.

I wondered what the neighbors must be thinking, with Nick's loud groaning, and our headboard repeatedly hitting the bedroom wall as he slammed into her body.

On any other night, they might have assumed it was me that he was pounding, but I think Rebecca's high-pitched squealing would confuse them greatly. I'm sure the noise the two were making would give our neighbors a lot to gossip about.

Nick's movements increased even more in speed. He was now thrusting into her warm, soft folds with everything he had to give, and her vocal responses only grow louder in return.

A few moments later and Rebecca's whole body tensed up and she locked her legs around his waist, pulling his body firmly into hers. And she began to climax with his hard inches still deep inside her.

Her clutching pussy must have been doing a whole lot of something to Nick, too, because he began to curse and groan, and then all of a sudden he tensed up as well, and he began firing shot after shot of cum inside her.

Both of their orgasms seemed to go on and on, I don't think I've ever known Nick to cum for quite so long. Maybe twenty seconds had passed before their bodies began to relax and they became unglued from each other.

Nick bent down to kiss Rebecca deeply. It was another good minute or so before the two sweaty bodies broke apart and Nick pulled himself up off of her. I heard a small 'plopping' sound as his long soapy dick slipped out of her cream-filled flesh sleeve.

He stood up tall, and I glanced down and saw his dick, still at half-mast, all shiny and slick. He smirked at me before leaving the bedroom. I guess he didn't care to stick around and stay with me as I took my turn with her.

 

[Satguy25]

Can u give more details of how she seduced the gay guy and if he ever told his boyfriend. for the proof is in latext story

 

[MikeT008]

Can u give more details of how she seduced the gay guy and if he ever told his boyfriend. for the proof is in latext story

I never really had more than a brief idea about exactly who Corey was, besides the basics mentioned in the story.
I wrote the whole thing out because I had the last paragraph of the statement play vividly through my mind and wanted to make something more of it.
The idea that there's a group of horny college sluts, and one of them seduces the college gay boy, and then leaves his room, walks past the other giggling girls, with a condom full of his jizz as proof of transaction, really turned me on.

Did Corey tell his boyfriend? Or did the rumors get around to him, whether or not Corey wanted them to?
I think it's the latter. And his boyfriend broke up with him after hearing about it.
I don't know what happens next but I like to think that Erika wasn't the last girl to sleep with him.

But maybe you have a different ending you'd prefer instead?

 

[Satguy25]

have u came up with any other types of stories that r really good MikeT008

 

[MikeT008]

Only more of this genre. I have written straight-to-bi/gay content before. But those files disappeared when my laptop crashed.

 

[Satguy25]

Have u ever experonced something like the stories or have u had a gay friend experience them any that u could write a story about MikeT008

 

[MikeT008]

Have u ever experienced something like the stories or have u had a gay friend experience them any that u could write a story about MikeT008

Not really. Although I had a girlfriend while I was in the closet, and had to sleep with her. I wasn't into it, or her, at all, at the time. But the sex itself felt really good.

 

[Satguy25]

so what is the necxt story u will be doin MikeT008

 

[MikeT008]

I don't know. I'm thinking of stopping now. I've written well over 20 already. I think that might be enough, lol.

 

[Satguy25]

You have to have at least one more in u MikeT008

 

[frenchhorn]

https://www.literotica.com/s/crazy-fun-at-bike-week

*This story was actually based on true events, from an encounter a friend of mine told me about. Enjoy.