It all started when I graduated college. Now, what should've been one of the happiest times of my life quickly became one of the worst (with my relationship) and then one of the weirdest (with my sexuality).
I was ready to face the world. I had my degree, a good paying job and a beautiful live-in girlfriend named Sasha. She didn't go to the same college as me because she had different plans for herself, but it was cool because we lived together in an apartment that was fifteen minutes away for me and twenty minutes away for her. We'd been together for three years and it looked like we were in store for another three, at least.
Things were going great until a week later on our anniversary when I got the shock of a lifetime. Sasha didn't have to work this day and lucky for me, I got off work early. On my way home, I made a few quick stops buying candy, flowers, and some champagne for a cozy anniversary together. Entering the building and walking up the steps to my apartment you couldn't have taken the smile off my face even if you were Satan himself, but what I heard and was about to see damn sure could. As I put unlocked my door, I heard Sasha moaning the name Michael
over and over.
"What the fuck?" I thought.
Coming into the apartment, I found no sign of my girlfriend, but her sex-enthralled voice remained. I made a beeline for my bedroom and my brown eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Sasha lay in our bed with her legs pointed to the ceiling while some motherfucker was fucking her brains out. A rush of emotions ran through me and I snapped instantly. I pulled Michael off Sasha and beat his ass all the way out of the apartment. I fucked him up real bad than threw his clothes out into the hallway with him. I hit him so hard a couple times that my knuckles hurt, but I didn't care since he wasn't going to be eating any chick's coochie any time soon with the fat lips I gave him.
I could feel my nostrils flaring and my eyes burning with hate as I stared down Sasha, who put her hands up in fear of what I might do. I was mad as hell, but I wasn't going to put my hands on her. No matter how upset I was, there never an excuse for a man hitting a woman unless it's self defense.
"Put your hands down, bitch. I'm not going fuck you up like I did your man."
Sasha reached out for me, "Listen Sean, I can explain. . ."
"Explain?!" I yelled cutting her off and smacking her hand away. "You were getting fucked by some guy in our bed on our anniversary, Sasha?! I loved you! Fuck, I was thinking that you were the one, but I guess all this was a game, huh?!"
Sasha just stared at me and started crying, but that just made me even madder.
"What the fuck are you crying for? You were having the time of your life before I got here!"
"Sean please. . ."
"Fuck you!" I shouted cutting her off again, going over to the closet and ripping her clothes off the hangers. "Take your shit! Take all your shit and get the fuck out, Sasha!"
"But where am I supposed to go, Sean?"
"You should've thought of that before you started fucking guys in our bed you fucking slut."
With that Sasha walked past me out of the apartment. I was so upset that I had the urge to trip her as she went by. I feel back on my bed completely spent, both physically and emotionally. How could Sasha have been cheating on me and on our anniversary no less? I lay on the bed for a good five minutes, but realized I couldn't stay in my bedroom. Hell, I couldn't stay in my apartment. It reeked of Sasha's infidelity and all the other possible infidelities she could've committed while I wasn't around.
Picking up my phone, I knew I could only call two people in my current state; my best friends, Jamal and Cameron. Jamal and Cameron were my best friends not just in college, but since we were kids. They always had my back through everything. We went to the same schools all through life and when we hit college, it was just more of the same. They lived on campus, so when they would have parties, you just know Sasha and I were in attendance. Speaking of that ho again, they didn't like her from the gate, warned me she was no good and low and behold; they were right.
"Hello," Jamal's voice said through the phone, answering it.
"Hey, man, it's Sean."
"What going on, playboy? I know you're still riding off that graduation high,"
"Yeah, I am, but I was wondering I could crash at your place for a minute."
"Why? What's up, man?" Jamal asked with concern all in his tone.
"I found Sasha cheating on me, and I really can't stay in here."
"Fucking smut!" I suddenly heard Cameron shout in the background, making us burst out laughing.
"Yo, Cam's a trip!" I said still laughing.
"Yup, but that's what makes Cameron, Cameron."
"Mmhm, so can I stay a few days?"
"I don't even know why you're asking, Sean. You know you can. We're boys, man. We got your back regardless."
I smiled feeling a bit better due my friend's support. "Thanks, Jay. I'll be over in a few."
"Cool, we'll see you when you get here."
I arrived at Jamal and Cameron's place later that evening a mess. Cameron made some food and as we ate they comforted me over some beers.
"Look dude, it's a good thing Sasha was cheating on you." Jamal spoke up after taking a sip of beer.
"What the fuck is you talking about, Jay?" I demanded to know, accusing him of talking nonsense. "How the hell was Sasha fucking around on me a good thing? A lot of chicks wanted to fuck me, but I was faithful to the bitch."
Jay smirked, "That's just it, Sean. You're free again. Sow your wild oats and shit. Get back out there, playboy."
"Or how about trying something different?" Cameron said rubbing a hand on Jamal's chest seductively.
Jamal leaned back and the two of them shared a kiss as an uncomfortable chill ran through me. Along with being my best friends, Jamal and Cameron were lovers. I had no problem with it though as they were my friends, but being straight and all, their P.D.A would still creep me out from time to time.
It was a bit funny as if you looked at both of them on any given day, they didn't seem gay at all. They liked working out, playing sports, and hanging out at the club. Jamal was the darkest of all of us with dark chocolate skin while he stood at 6'3" and was 230lbs with muscles thick and ripped while his body was covered in dark tattoos. Jamal kind of resembled porn star, Mr. Marcus. Cameron on the other hand, was 5'10" and 225lbs with skin the color of creamy peanut butter, short cropped black hair, a well toned body, and full lips.
"Yo, you know I don't even get down like that, Cam."
"Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it buddy."
"I think I'll keep knocking it, thank you." I said causing all of us to laugh.
My first night at Jamal and Cameron's was just what I needed. A night not having to think about my troubles, but the next day with Jamal and Cam both having to go to work it wasn't so easy. I was a great employee at my job, so when I asked for some time off, I had no problems getting it and spent the next few days in my friends' spot hiding. I was wallowing in self-pity and confusion, not sure how my relationship went south. Sasha even tried calling a few times but to no avail, I wouldn't have picked up the phone if Jesus was calling me.
"It's only been a few days. Why would I even want
to talk to her?" I asked after ignoring one of her calls.
I was only happy when Jamal and Cameron were around. They were my escape from my fucked life at the moment. One evening after a night at the club, I was in bed, but couldn't sleep as I was hungry and a bit horny. Making my way to the kitchen, the only thing on my mind was the leftover K.F.C in the fridge until my peripheral vision caught the dim light coming out of Jamal and Cameron's room.
Peering through the small crack in the door, I saw something that shocked and intrigued me at the same time; Jamal and Cameron having sex. I'd never seen two guys fuck before. Mostly because of hearing how nasty and disgusting it was. I looked on in awe as Cameron sucked Jamal's dick and was even more stunned when Jamal started eating Cam's ass out. Strangely, all this was turning me on. Several minutes of dick sucking and ass munching later, Cam straddled Jamal and slid his dick deep inside his ass. I was so turned on at this point; I could've busted three or four nuts.
Jamal thrust into Cam while he was ridden like a horse by a trained jockey. I couldn't take it anymore. Fuck the K.F.C. I blotted for the guestroom, found my bottle of lotion, and jerked my cock like there was no tomorrow. After busting though, I felt weird. I was as straight as an arrow and was turned on by two guys, my best friends fucking each other. I mean, I knew I was straight, but after all that I was asking myself, "Does this mean I could be gay?"
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of Cameron making steak and eggs in the kitchen. I sat down in the living room on the couch next to Jamal while he was watching E.S.P.N.
before he had to go to work.
"Morning guys," I said with a yawn, stretching a bit.
"Morning Sean," Cam said coming from the kitchen.
"Are you finished cooking, boo?" Jamal asked, rubbing Cam's face.
They'd explained to me a while back how the gay world works and about tops and bottoms. From this display, I knew Jamal was the top and Cam was the bottom in their relationship.
"Mmhm, everything's ready, babe."
No one said much during the meal, we basically ate in silence. I'm sure we all had different reasons for being mute, but mine was the fact that after watching Jamal and Cam screwing the night before it was a bit uncomfortable being in the same room with them. When we finished stuffing our guts, Jamal went to work while Cam did the dishes and I kept watching TV. Ten minutes passed until Cameron finished the dishes and sat next to me on the couch.
"How are you holding up, man?" He asked, putting a supportive arm around me.
"I'm good, better than I was when I got here."
Cam smiled, "That's good. How was breakfast?"
"Good, you can really throw down in the kitchen, bro."
We watched TV for a few minutes, before Cam grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table that had several blunts in it from us smoking last night.
"You want some?" He asked.
"Yeah, but why are you smoking? Don't you have to go to work?"
"Naw, I took a personal day. I know you get lonely in here without me and Jay."
"Ain't that the truth," I admitted. "Y'all are the only things that are keeping me going."
"It'll be cool, Sean. You got a good job and you're a good dude, so you'll find Ms. Right one day." Cam said before lighting the big brown cigarette, taking a couple of hits, and passing it to me.
"I need Ms. Right Now though," I said with a laugh after taking a hit. "I'm not used to going with without pussy like this."
"So, is that why you spy on guys fucking then?" Cam asked, laughing after another hit. "Yeah, you're busted, bro! We saw you peeking last night."
I took a few big hits, "Yo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean any disrespect."
"Did you enjoy the show?" Cam asked with a hint of seduction in his voice, but because of how high I was I thought nothing of it.
"Ahh," I groaned, feeling the weed taking full effect. "Yeah, it was cool."
"Yeah, I bet it was real cool since you're bricking up and shit."
I got instantly embarrassed and adjusted myself in my pants.
"Don't try to hide it, Sean or did you forget how the three of us watch porn in your dad's room when he was at work and had a good old time."
The weed had me laughing at everything, but Cam was right though.
"So, you really don't mind if I take my shit out and beat off?"
"I've seen your shit a billion times, Sean. It ain't nothing new."
I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and began to stroke it. I was high, but I heard Cam gasp as soon as my entire manhood was exposed. Many women (including Sasha) had told me that God blessed me with a big one and after measuring out of curiosity, I found I had a good ten inches hanging between my legs. I jerked off for a few minutes and by how Cam was reacting to it, I knew he was getting hot and bothered. I really couldn't blame him though. I was hot; good looking with milk chocolate skin, a set of full of African lips, and a well toned physique I'd gotten from working out and playing running back in football in school.
I watched as in slow motion, Cameron stood up, got on his knees, and started sucking my dick with force. I wanted to tell him to stop, but the weed had me fucked up and Cam sucked my pipe like it was a perfect straw and felt so good. Seconds later, Cam deep-throated my big dick. I felt my head hit the back of his throat, which turned me on even more. Spit started to run down my shaft as he continued to suck me.
I gripped the back of Cameron's head, "That's right, suck that big thing."
Cam kept sucking my dick, but soon moved south, putting both my balls in his mouth as if he were trying to eat them whole.
Cam stopped sucking them, but fondled my balls, "Ooh, I want this thick dick deep in my ass, Sean."
"No, Cam." I said gaining some of my mental faculties back. "We have to stop, Cam! I'm sorry we even took it this far, but we have to stop."
"Jay doesn't give a shit, Sean." Cam said instantly, almost matter-of-factly.
"No Cam, let's just end this before we do some shit we'll regret."
"Really, 'cause your dick doesn't want to stop," Cam said caressing my balls more and more, making me want to explode. "Enjoy this, Sean. I know you want to cum."
Even though we should have stopped, my high and horny state had me feeling and doing things I had no business. I propped myself up on the couch and pulled Cam up. He removed his pants, straddled me like he did Jamal last night and he began to guide my ten inches of chocolate into him. Cam's ass sucked and consumed my dick, making me moan loudly.
With that, I slammed into my friend as hard as I could and I was letting myself enjoy every moment of this encounter. I knew the prostate was the male g-spot and I must have been hitting Cam's because he starting cumming all over my shirt. Sure, Cameron got his nut, but that wasn't the end of it as I kept fucking him harder and harder, making Cam scream and moan.
"You loving my dick, Cameron?" I teased.
"Oh, yes, Sean! Fuck me real good! Ah! Don't stop. Oh, my God!"
The sound of our moans and my thighs slapping against his ass filled the air. Cam's ass was so good. The way his wet, juicy, tight ass hugged my dick had me tripping.
"Oh, this shit feels so good," I moaned about bust.
"Shit!" I screamed as I let out my load in Cam's ass and when my seed left me that's when guilt entered me.
I couldn't believe I just fucked my best friend while his lover, my other
best friend was at work. Cam and I took a minute to get our bearings and our clothes. I stood to pull my pants up with pure guilt in my eyes as I looked down at Cam on the couch.
"Hey, Cam, you know we got to tell Jamal about all this, right?"
"Yeah, but like I said earlier; he's not going to care, Sean."
I gave him a weird look, "So, Jay let's you fuck around like Sasha?"
"Naw, we swing sometimes with other dudes, so it's all good, man."
Cameron took a shower, got dressed, and went out to handle some business leaving me alone in the apartment. I sat in the guest room in deep thought about what happened between us. Cameron sounded so sure and confident in his words. Hell, he knew Jamal a lot more than I ever could, but it just didn't sound right that we just fucked and Jamal wouldn't have any problem with it. All that didn't sit right with me, but I guess I'd find out when Jay came home from work.
Jamal got off work at six 'o clock and got to the apartment around six-thirty with me watching TV waiting for him. Cameron was still gone, but that really didn't matter 'cause I didn't need him for this. I thought back to everything Cam said before he left and took a deep breath. In our many conversations over the years, Jamal always said that he liked me due to the fact that I was always upfront about everything good or bad. I faced it head-on no matter what the consequences and here was one of those moments, so I couldn't get new now
. I was about to tell him what happened between me and Cam. If Cam was right and he didn't give a shit, cool, but if Jay did get mad and beat my ass that was cool too because I deserved it. Jay came through the door with bags in his hands and a smile on his face.
"Yo, what's up, Sean?" He asked as he walked past me and sat the bags on the kitchen counter.
"A lot actually, Jay." I said in all seriousness following behind him.
"What? You finally answer one of Sasha's calls?" He said jokingly, turning to face me.
"Naw, nothing like that, but something happened between me and Cam while you were gone."
"Yeah," Jamal asked, lightly smirking.
"Look, I'm sorry it ever happened, but me and Cam fucked, Jay. We were fucked up. . ."
In the middle of my apology, I was cut off- -cut off by Jamal starting to laugh at me. I gave him a weird look. He thought this shit was funny? I told him I slept with his boyfriend and he found it funny like I was joking.
I nudged him hard, stopping his laughter. "Yo, I'm dead serious, Jay. Cam and I fucked and I'm not joking either."
Jamal smirked at me, "I know about you and Cam, Sean. It's all good, bro."
"Huh, then why were you laughing like we're watching Chris Rock or something?"
"'Cause it was you, Sean; Mr. I-Ain't-No-Homo fucked a dude today." Jamal said, starting to laugh all over again.
"This shit isn't funny, Jay and I'm not gay either."
"C'mon, Sean, you know you liked it. We're boys, so admit it."
"It was alright,"
"Fucking a dude don't make you 100% gay all of the sudden. You still like pussy, right?"
I smiled, "Yup, no doubt about that one."
"Okay, so you're dealing with a lot right now and you're just experimenting a little. Ain't nothing wrong with that."
Jamal's words made me feel better about the whole situation, but a part of me was still shocked that he wasn't pissed.
"So, you're not mad?" I quizzed, needing to know.
"Well, when Cam told me at work, I was heated. Since it was you though I'm actually cool with it. You know Cam and I swing, but Cameron don't pick the dudes we mess with I
I laughed, "You are
the top in the relationship."
"So, what's all that in the kitchen?"
"I brought home some Pizza Hut, a handle of Captain Morgan
, and a case of Coke for the two of us. I've got the day off tomorrow, so why not start the fun tonight, feel me?"
of us?" I asked. "What about Cam?"
"Unfortunately, Cameron got called into work, so it's the two of us. Is that cool?"
"Mmhm, Cam's going to miss one hell of a time though, huh?"
Jamal and I waited for the soda to get cold in the fridge first before the fun could start, but when they were just right it was on. It was sort of like we were back in Jamal and Cam's dorm again. We ate the pizza, drank Rum and Coke, listened to music, and even played some old college games like Beer Pong. Cameron really was
missing one hell of a time. Jamal and I enjoyed ourselves until the alcohol in our systems started to take effect and we found ourselves just sprawled out in the living room. Jamal sat on the couch while I lay on floor on my stomach at his feet.
"Ahh, this was too fun, man." I slurred out. "Next time it's got to be all three of us though."
"Yeah, I feel you, boo." Jamal replied, but even drunk I caught that he called me 'boo
' which was one of his pet names for Cam.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"What? Nothing man."
"You cool, Jay 'cause you just called me boo and Cam's at work, remember?"
Jamal laughed, "Yeah, I'm just drunk and was thinking about last night with Cam. That boy's a freak."
He bent over a bit and rubbed on my ass through my pants, "You been thinking about earlier?"
I laughed not caring where my friend's hand was, "Yup, it's been on my mind since it happened. The shit was hot!"
"Hey, remember I told you I was heated when Cam first told me what happened?"
"I was heated 'cause I was a bit jealous."
"Jealous? Jealous of what?"
"Cam 'cause I've wanted you too, Sean. We both have over the years. I love the way that ass looks in jeans."
"I know 'cause you can't stop touching it, Jay." I replied letting out a drunken laugh, but understood fully what was just said to me and weirdly it turned me on.
Jamal was looking kind of sexy staring at me with lust all in his eyes. It was strange, but it felt good. Jamal caressed my ass some more and it was getting me in the mood. I already knew he was. I was about to get up, but suddenly, Jamal's weight kept me on the floor. I felt his hardening dick on my butt just before he started dry-humping me while kissing and licking on my neck, turning me on. Truth be told, being drunk had me completely lost and caught up in feeling what I was feeling that I couldn't speak. All I could do was moan and almost ten minutes of dry-humping had me leaking pre-cum.
"Yo Jamal, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked as if I didn't want him to continue doing what he was doing.
"I'm doing what we both want me to do, Sean and if you don't want me to do it then stop me." he whispered in my ear before getting off me and sitting back on the couch.
"Come here," He ordered and I instantly followed suit, but was too drunk to stand up, so I just sat up on my knees.
Jay slid his pants and underwear off, exposing his semi-hard cock, which stood immediately up, long and thick in its virile position. I was taken aback by it, it had to be at least nine inches and Jamal still wasn't fully hard. He leaned in towards me and the dick came towards my face.
When his engorged head reached my lips, I told him, "Jay, I've never. . ."
"Don't worry, Sean. I got you, boo."
"Open your mouth, Sean and just let the head come in," he instructed and I did as told, feeling the head of a man's dick enter my lips for the first time in my life.
He pushed himself into my mouth slowly, feeling his way around until his entire head was resting on my tongue. I did my best not to choke or splutter and began sucking on it while looking up at my best friend for his approval.
"Good," Jamal praised me with a moan. "Now open your mouth wider."
My mouth opened wider and Jay entered even further. He started to thrust his dick in and out of my mouth like it was some coochie, his hips moving at an ever increasing speed and all I could do was take it as he held me still with his hand on the back of my head. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was drunk and sucking my boy's dick. It was surreal and impossible that it was happening, but it was and despite myself being 'straight
' I was enjoying it. The force of Jamal's fucking and the size of his dick stretched my mouth to its limits.
Jay pulled out to say, "You doing good so far, now I am going to teach you how to take all of this dick, boo. You're going to deep-throat," than shoved his meat back in my mouth.
Where the limit of his girth stopped before, he pushed further. He told me to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose. I did that and felt my throat open up and slowly, he pushed in. I couldn't get it all the way in, but he had got a good length down.
"Yeah, Sean! Deep-throat that shit," Jamal moaned at my performance before fucking my mouth some more.
"How's that dick taste, boy? You like this shit, huh?"
I couldn't say anything, dick in my mouth and all, but I was able to moan my pleasure at our actions. Jay's hands started rubbing my face and body, his rough grip squeezing my flesh as I deep-throated his dick again. With his dick down my throat and my face pressed against his crotch, Jamal roughly pulled my jeans down slightly to put a hand inside my boxers and squeezed my ass. My boy started getting rougher with me, his hands giving me a spanking that caused more pre-cum to leak from my pipe as I tasted Jay's pre-cum on my tongue.
Jamal was a true top, aggressive and direct about how he wanted to be pleased. He pulled out of my mouth, grabbed me and stood me on my feet. I had been on my knees for so long that I damn near fell, but he kept me steady and as he feel back on the couch he pulled me on top of him, kissing me. His tongue forced itself into my mouth and it was a slow, sensual kiss. With me pressed atop his muscular frame, his big arms wrapped around me and squeezed my ass. I felt my jeans and underwear come away from me until my ass was fully exposed and his hand smacked it hard. Jay broke the kiss and pushed me down on the end of the couch where I took his dick back into my mouth.
"Look at you, Sean. You like sucking dick don't you? I can tell you do," Jay moaned as I used the skills I just learned until he told me to stop, positioning me doggy-style on my end of the couch.
I thought Jamal was going to go ahead and fuck me, but he did something totally unexpected. He spread my cheeks and started eating my ass. It felt weird at first, but the feeling of my best friend's tongue working it's rhythm on my hole felt good. My dick became rock hard while I scratched at the couch and bit my lip in pure pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" He said, coming up for air.
I ignored him and reached behind to push his head back down to my anus while dry humping the couch. I rubbed the back of his head as he ground his face into my ass. Jay smacked my ass followed a few more and I damn near came from that. My pleasure intensified as he rubbed and licked my asshole. He pushed a finger in and with a slight pop sensation; my ass was penetrated for the first time ever. If I wasn't drunk I'm sure it would have hurt, but I felt nothing except pleasure from it.
"Mmm, this ass is so right. I'm going to have to take good care of it." Jay said as he fingered me, loosening me up followed by two more fingers.
As good as everything felt up to this point nothing compared to what came next. It was impossible to not notice Jamal's massive dick as it was positioned against my asshole. I tensed up at this, but Jay assured me things would be cool.
"Relax Sean," he said and pressed his cock firmly against my butt.
I felt intense pressure as Jamal's member broke through the sphincter and beyond into my rectum. It was intense, not so much because of the pain, but because I had been entered by another man's dick.
"Damn Sean, I've waited a long time to feel you like this, man." Jamal moaned.
Jay pressed himself deeper into me. He used his arms to anchor his weight and pushed his pelvis against my ass so more of his dick entered me. I looked behind me, giving Jay a pained expression. It felt like I had a baseball bat inside me.
"It's cool, Sean. We're almost there, baby. Relax," He comforted me, fully entering me.
He pushed his body weight against me and slowly began to thrust. I could feel every bit of his thick sausage as it slid slowly in my ass and back out. Slow stroking me, I started getting use to the dick in me and the pain I felt before turned to pleasure. He picked up the pace and I didn't complain, encouraging him to go faster with his strokes. He wrapped a strong arm around me, steadily grinding his dick in and out of me. I bit my lower lip as like I did with Cam earlier, Jamal was hitting my prostate. All twelve inches slid in and out of me with speed now, Jamal's hand smacking my ass.
"Yeah, boo, this is what you want, ain't it?" Jay groaned, driving his dick in and out of me, slapping my ass hard to punctuate his sentences.
The more he fucked me, the more wanted it. I could feel every nerve in my ass, balls, dick and thighs being alert to the constant drilling. It felt too good. I was enjoying it and when he pulled out, I turned around and looked at him. He gave no reply, but flipped me on my back and mounted me missionary style, carrying on where he left off.
"Don't worry, Sean. This dick ain't going nowhere. Shit, I got enough for you and Cam," he said shoving his phallus back inside my guts.
With us face to face, we stared at each other seeing just how much each of us was enjoying this. Every time Jamal's body crashed down on me, I could feel every inch of his fat meat stretching my hole and loved it. It was a feeling that I'd never had before and for damn sure wanted to feel again.
"You like this dick don't you, Sean?" Jamal asked.
"Yes," I responded full of lust.
"You like getting fucked?" he asked, his voice sounding edgy and pitched like his nut was coming.
"Yes. Ooooh shit! Yes!" I replied, feeling his dick hitting the parts inside me that made me feel so good.
Jay was thrusting with real intensity now, using his entire length to drive into my ass without remorse. His voice was becoming raspy and uncontrolled. He started to grunt and moan loudly with each hard thrust he fucked me with. I moaned in response to what he was doing to me.
"Yes Jay, oh that feels so good. Don't stop . . . fuck me."
"Yeah, Sean, you love this shit, don't you? Moan for me, boo." He groaned and I complied as I intensified my moans. "Whose ass is this, baby?"
"It's yours, Jay . . . it's all yours! Fuck, I'm cumming!" I screamed, squirting loads of hot cum between us.
"Ooooh, yeah Sean, you damn right! You love daddy's dick?"
"Yes! Oh god! Yeah Jay- -I love it. Please, don't stop." I said as he pumped my ass faster and harder as much as he could until he busted his nut.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Jamal moaned as he collapsed on top of me, our bodies soaked in sweat.
Jay pulled out, and I felt his nut leaking out as we fell asleep there on the couch. I'd heard and read about guys getting turned out in prison and here I was, a guy turned out by his best friends. I knew Cameron wanted me to fuck him and Jamal sure as hell wanted to fuck me, so I knew this wasn't the last of my dick downs.
I had no problem with this one bit. Was I gay? Was I straight? I really didn't know or care. All I wanted was to feel good with my best friends some more. Homoerotic thoughts filled my mind as I drifted to sleep. Fucking Cameron again, getting fucked by Jamal or maybe a threesome between us? It was all good. Jamal and I had just finished and all that was missing was at the moment was Cameron, who I couldn't wait to get home.
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