"Oh yes, give it to me!" Heather squealed as I fucked her doggy style.

She was on her knees with one hand bracing her and the other propped against the headboard of her bed as I pounded her from behind. I had both hands on her hips pulling her towards me as I fast-fucked her hungry hole. Then I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back as if it were the reigns of a horse. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a handprint with my right hand, as I kept pumping her.

"You dirty son-of-a-bitch!" she panted as her head was still pulled back. "Give it to me good! Don't stop."

I smacked her ass again, "Yeah, spank me, you Fucker!" She hissed at me.

I had already made her cum once during this rodeo; now she was gearing up for her second orgasm, when I felt my own start to build. I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips again and started pounding her even harder. She knew I was getting close. "I want you to pump my pussy full of your load. I want to feel every squirt explode in my pussy!" she panted.

Just then, my cock erupted deep inside her. This sent her over the edge. "Oh, yeah! Pump me! Pump me!" She screamed as she came again.

She was thrusting her hips back against me. I was no longer pulling her to me. My hands were on her hips to simply hold on. I looked down to see her pussy slamming back and forth over my dick, and I could hear my balls slapping her as she rode out her orgasm.

We collapsed next to each other on her bed. Speaking of rodeos, clearly that was not her first one, the way she was bucking, fucking and talking dirty as I fucked her. "That was fucking awesome!" I exclaimed, looking at her, smiling from ear-to-ear.

I was seriously impressed. I had had my share of pussy at that point, but no one was as wild as her. She popped up off the bed and found her clothes. She picked my jeans up off the floor and threw them at me, as she was in some sort of hurry. "Yeah, it was great," she said, "but now you need to leave."

"I thought your parents were out of town." I asked, giving her a puzzled look.

"They are," she replied, "But my older brother isn't, and he should be home from work soon, and he does not need to see you over here!"

"Oh shit!" I responded as I started looking for my shirt, socks and shoes.

I got dressed and hurried out the door. I jumped in my car and pulled out of the drive. As I was leaving the neighborhood, an oncoming pickup truck passed me with a guy who looked to be in his twenties driving it. I wasn't sure if that was her brother, but I'm glad I wasn't at her house to find out.

...and that was the first time I fucked Heather. It was about 2 years ago, during my Senior year of high school. It was towards the end of the football season in November. I still remember it like it was yesterday. As previously mentioned, I have had lots of sex, but I will never forget that first fuck with Heather. After all, it changed my life forever.

I see you are back for more, Dear Reader. I'm glad you have decided to join me on this journey. I have many more stories to tell, and I am happy you are along for the ride. So, the next few chapters are all about how the little "club" I'm in came to be. As the superhero fans may say, this is the "origin story" of the BiSex Club.

So, technically, the club started during my last year of high school. Little did I know at the time, that hot fuck I described above with Heather is what started it all.

Heather was the captain of the cheerleading squad for the football team for which I played. I played inside linebacker, and Jamal, whom you have already met, played Free Safety. At that point in time, Jamal and I were not really friends, only teammates. However, that was about to change. . .

The next day, after morning practice (Yes, we had practice in the mornings before school. It comes with the territory of being reigning state champions headed for the playoffs in an attempt to win a second straight trophy), Jamal quickly approached me in the locker room before hitting the showers and sucker punched me right in the face. I fell to the ground, but quickly got up to retaliate when two other teammates grabbed me and held me back.

"What the fuck, Man?" I screamed at Jamal.

"Fuck you, Asshole!" He responded, "That was for fucking my girlfriend yesterday!"

Wait. What? Girlfriend? I didn't know they were dating. Jeez, I had to scramble out of the house before her brother got home, and then I was faced with the fact that I fucked a teammates' girlfriend? I couldn't catch a break!

I eased up, and the two guys holding me back let me go. Rubbing my face, I looked at him, and in a calm voice I just replied, "Dude, I had no idea she was your girlfriend. She asked me for a ride home after practice. Then she invited me into her house and told me her parents were out of town. One thing led to another, then. . ."

Jamal was still worked up, "Are you serious? That's really what happened?"

"Honest, man," I replied, "I would never knowingly fuck another guy's girlfriend, especially one of my football brothers'."

I was being serious, especially about the "brother" part. We all may not have hung out with one another outside of school or off the field, but when we were together, we were a brotherhood that had each other's backs. But the damage had been done, meaning that our head coach had heard the ruckus and found out that punches were thrown, or in this case, one punch was thrown. That didn't matter. Both of us had to stay after practice that afternoon, and he ran the shit out of us. He made us do so many wind sprints with our full pads on, I thought I was going to puke. Not to mention, it was November, so it was fucking cold outside. Before either of us passed out, the coach told us to hit the showers.

By the time we got to the locker room, the rest of the team had already left for the evening, so Jamal and I were the only ones in the showers.

Now, I would like to point out, Dear Reader, that although we know where this story is heading, at that point in the locker room showers, seeing Jamal naked did nothing for me. It was something we all, as a team, were used to. We had those old school showers that were basically round metal columns with four shower heads aiming downward. Standing naked next to another naked teammate while we rinsed off the dirt, grime and sweat was nothing.

As Jamal and I rinsed off, he leaned over towards me, "Hey, man. Do you think you could give me a ride home?" he asked. "Since we had to stay after practice, my ride already left."

I smiled, "So, let me get this straight... you haul off and sucker punch me in the face this morning, and through no fault of my own, I have to run after practice until my life flashes before my eyes, and now you want me to give you a ride home?"

"Something like that," he said.

I let out a laugh, "Fine. Besides, it's cold as balls outside, so I don't want to feel guilty if you catch pneumonia walking home. So anyway," I continued, "What's next for you and Heather?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, are you still considering her to be your girlfriend after all this?" I asked.

"Hell no! Fuck that girl!" he snapped back.

"Well, yeah. We both did!" I said, giving him a smart ass type of smile.

Jamal laughed out loud, "Yeah, we did!"

We both laughed, and I was relieved that he had a good sense of humor about it. We stepped out of the shower and started drying off and getting dressed.

"She was a freak, though." Jamal said.

"Yeah, she was," I agreed, "I'll give it to her. . . She knows how to fuck!"

"Hell yeah!" Jamal agreed in return, "She knows how to ride a dick!"

"She rode you?" I asked, kind of wanting to hear some details. I had a vested interest given the situation.

"Fuck yeah she did. She rode my dick like a champ!" he described, "Then when I was about to cum, she pulled me out of her and jerked me off. She said something about wanting to see my dick explode. Something to that nature. Well, she got what she wanted."

"Hmmm," was all I responded with.

"What?" Jamal gave me a strange look. "She didn't do that with you?"

"No," I answered, "I fucked her doggy style. When I was getting close, she said she wanted to feel me explode inside of her. And, yes, she got what she wanted."

Jamal looked as if he was lost in thought. "Well, different strokes for different folks," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Literally!" is all I responded with.

We both died laughing as we walked outside from the locker room.

Then came a sharp female voice, "What are you two laughing at?"

We turned around to see Heather staring at us with a big smile.

"Well, speak of the devil and she shall appear," Jamal snapped.

"So you were talking about me?" Heather said it as if she was not surprised.

"It wasn't about anything good," I retorted, "Trust me!"

"Oh, I heard you boys got in a fight all over little old me." Heather said in a very condescending tone.

Then she looked at Jamal, "And you thought I was your girlfriend? Oh, please!"

Jamal was taken aback by that comment, perhaps a little embarrassed. I came to his defense. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"Why?" she snapped, "Because I fucked both of you? It was not my intention to pit you two against each other."

"Well, while you are on the subject, what WAS your intention?" Jamal asked, staring at her intently.

"I am attracted to both of you, and I wanted to fuck both of you," she stated defensively, "And don't go passing judgment on me, either. I know for a fact that each of you has fucked at least two or three different cheerleaders on my squad, so how is what I did any different?"

She had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. Then she looked at Jamal. "When you fucked Kendra, then you fucked Briana two days later, which I know you did. Did you intend for them to get in a fight over you?"

Then she looked at me, "I know you fuck like a rabbit, too, so don't be a hypocrite!"

"What do you want, Heather?" I asked, clearly annoyed at the conversation.

A smile returned to her face as she calmed down. Then in a playful voice she looked at me, "Give me a ride home and I'll tell you."

"What the fuck do I look like? A cab service? I'm already giving Jamal a ride home," I said.

"Even better!" she blurted as she smiled and started walking towards my car.

Jamal and I exchanged looks and started walking towards my car, as well. They both told me where they lived, and I decided it was quicker to drop Heather at her house first, then take Jamal home. Jamal told Heather to get in the backseat, and he slid in the front seat next to me. I cranked the car, and we pulled out of the parking lot. We rode in silence for a few minutes.

"So....," Jamal finally said, looking over the seat at her, "what is it that you want?"

Heather smiled at him, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what? Fucking you?" Jamal asked for clarity.

Heather nodded. She saw me glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "Did you?" she asked me, as well.

"Well, yeah," Jamal answered as I nodded my head, "But I could have done without all the drama."

Heather rolled her eyes. "There was no drama coming from me. You were the ones who decided to get in a fight."

"Well, did YOU enjoy it?" Jamal asked, not acknowledging her response.

"Are you kidding?" Heather asked surprisingly, "Riding your dick and getting rough fucked from behind by Jake? I was in ecstasy!"

I couldn't help but smile at that. I just kept driving, not saying a word since I was kind of getting turned on by the way the conversation turned.

"Which brings me to my point," she continued, "I want to do it again."

"Again?" both Jamal and I said at the same time with the same element of surprise.

"Yes, again," she answered, "But I want to do it at the same time."

Jamal and I glanced at each other. "At the same time? What? You mean like a threesome?" Jamal asked for verification of his, or, I should say, our understanding.

"Bingo!" she replied with a slight smile.

"You're kidding?" I responded.

"Nope. I'm dead serious," she said, losing the smile, looking into my eyes via the rearview mirror.

"I don't think so," I replied, placing my eyes back on the road.

"Why not? What are you afraid of?" she asked, now smiling again as she antagonized me.

The thought just seemed so ridiculous that I didn't even respond. Jamal was shaking his head, looking forward out the windshield, and I drove.

"Are you so homophobic that you are afraid to be naked with each other?" She continued, "That seems a bit hypocritical since you guys shower together in the locker room. Jeez, all you jocks walk around the locker room naked in front of each other. I didn't think it would be such a big deal."

"That's different," Jamal chimed in.

"How so?" she asked, cocking her head sideways.

"The situation," Jamal explained, "in a locker room after practice or a game is one thing; being naked with another guy in a sexual situation is another!"

Heather gasped sarcastically, placing a hand over her open mouth, "You mean that you two might actually touch one another while in the act? Oh my gosh! How gay that would be!"

Jamal was getting agitated at Heather's sarcasm. I just kept driving, not saying anything.

"Honestly," Heather continued, but in a more serious tone, "Either of you would jump at the chance to have a threesome with two girls. Admit it."

"Well, yeah," I replied.

"So how is that any different than me wanting to have a threesome with two guys?" she asked.

Again, she had a point, but the situation still seemed overwhelming to me. Of course I fantasized about getting it on with two girls. The thought of me, a girl, and another guy never really crossed my mind. Not that it seemed gross now that the thought was raised. It just seemed foreign.

"Would you have a threesome with a guy and another girl?" Jamal asked as he turned around to face her.

Heather shrugged, "What makes you think I haven't already?"

"Whatever!" Jamal exclaimed and let out a laugh!

"Think what you want." Heather said and turned to look out the window.

I looked back at her in the mirror, "So what do you say that we get it on with me, you, and another girl?"

Jamal shot me a "What-about-me" look, then realized that I was just playing devil's advocate.

Heather looked back at me. "I'm not opposed to it, but if you want me to do that, we are doing it my way first."

My first thought was that that wouldn't be a bad trade-off, but then my conscience kicked in, and I asked myself if I would really have a threesome with Jamal. Perhaps, I thought . . . Of course there would be incidental touching between us, but that wasn't a big deal.

We pulled up in front of her house. I didn't pull into the driveway because a truck (which turned out to be her brother's after all) and a red sports car were already there. "Oh great!" Heather exclaimed sarcastically, "Dana is here."

"Who's Dana?" I asked.

"My brother's girlfriend," she said, "They are probably fucking like rabbits, which is all they ever do when she comes over. And they are not quiet about it, either."

"Well, I see that you're not the only one taking advantage of your parents being out of town," I said with a laugh.

Jamal snickered as well.

"You mind if we just hang out here for a while?" Heather asked, "I really don't want to hear them going at it."

"I really need to be getting home," Jamal said simply.

"Yeah, me too," I added, "I have some homework I have to finish."

"What if I make it worth your while?" Heather said as she leaned forward, positioning herself between us from the back seat.

She took her hands and reached between my crotch with her left hand and Jamal's with her right. She was rubbing her hands back and forth over the bulges in our jeans.

I twitched in my seat as I was startled by the gesture. "Whoa! What's going on?" I snapped.

Heather applied more pressure on our crotches as she continued to rub, "Well, if you two are going to fuck me together, then I think you should get used to seeing each other's cocks in a SEXUAL situation," she said, emphasizing the word "sexual" in a sarcastic tone as she looked over at Jamal.

She cupped her hands over our bulges as she increased the intensity of the rubbing. It was starting to feel good as my cock started to stir. I looked over at Jamal and saw that he was getting into it, too, as he looked down and watched her work his bulge through his jeans. She sped up the pace and the pressure as she started squeezing her hand over my bulge, almost cupping it. My cock was growing hard and wanting to break through my jeans. I glanced at Jamal, who was having a similar reaction. It was hard not to notice his bulge growing, as well.

"You two are liking this, aren't you?' Heather asked in a teasing tone of voice.

"You are a dirty little girl, you know that?" Jamal teased back.

I was so turned on by that turn of events that I didn't care about being in a sexual situation with Jamal. My dick was hard as a rock and needed to be serviced, or I would have had a serious case of blue balls. Heather must have sensed that because she took the hand that was rubbing Jamal and used it to start unbuttoning my pants.

"I think something is trying to get free," she cooed as she released the button on my jeans and unzipped my fly.

She reached in with her left hand underneath the band of my boxers and grabbed my cock as her right hand dug into my underwear and scooped out my balls. She massaged my balls gently while stroking my rock-hard dick.

"There we go," she teased as she continued massaging and stroking me, "See, this isn't so bad, is it?"

I glanced over at Jamal, and he was staring at what Heather was doing to me. He was fixated on watching her work my dick as he started massaging his bulge over his jeans. Heather caught Jamal staring at what she was doing to me, and she smiled back at him, "Do you like what you see?"

Jamal didn't say anything, just kept staring. Heather released me and shifted towards Jamal.

"Now it's your turn," she said to him as she started unbuttoning his jeans to give him the same treatment she gave me.

I couldn't just leave myself hanging (literally) after she stopped on me and started on him. So I stroked my dick as I watched her attend to Jamal. I saw how extremely worked up Jamal got with the situation when Heather pulled out his cock, and the head of his black member glistened with an enormous amount of precum. His dick was about two inches longer than mine, and seeing it rock hard in her hands turned me on even more.

She took the thumb and forefinger of her left hand that was clenching the base of his engorged cock head and scooped up the precum that continued to ooze from it. She then took her left hand and swung it back in my direction. She grabbed the top of my cock and slid her thumb and forefinger down, coating the head of my dick with Jamal's lube. I gasped as this sent an electric sexual tingle surging from my balls through my cock and up through my abdomen. Now she was stroking both of us at a steady pace, as if she were cross-country skiing.

I didn't remember ever being that turned on before. I was breathing erratically, knowing that I wouldn't last much longer. I kept shifting my gaze from watching her stroke my cock to watching her stroke Jamal. Jamal was watching her work me as well. I started working my hips in rhythm with the strokes of her hand. Jamal reclined his seatback slightly to give Heather a little more access. Then he whispered to her, "How about you suck us off?"

Heather kept her pace and smiled at him, "I don't want you boys to have too much fun."

Whether she sucked us off or not didn't matter to me because at that point, I started to cum. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Typically, when I came, I either had my hand on my cock or someone's body or at least the sheets in a bed. My orgasm was building, my breathing was getting heavier, and my hips were gyrating. All those things combined tipped Heather off that I was about to cum.

"Oh, yeah," she looked at me with excitement, "You're about to get it, aren't you? Fuck yeah!"

She kept her pace, not slower or faster. She kept doing what she did to get me there. My hands finally found the sides of my bucket seats and put a death grip on them. Knowing that my cock was going to explode at any second, Heather released Jamal's cock and pulled up the front of my t-shirt. Just then, my dick exploded with a squirt of cum that shot all the way up my stomach. Heather kept stroking me as my cock kept spurting line after line of cum on my abdomen.

Then I heard Jamal gasp, "Oh fuck!"

In a split second, I saw his enormous cock twitch. Watching me cum and Heather stroke me off pushed him over the edge. He was about to grab his cock and stroke himself, but Heather was not going to let that happen. She released me and grabbed Jamal's throbbing cock. He pulled up his t-shirt as well and exploded all over his stomach. I stroked my own cock and finished myself off as Heather shifted her focus to Jamal. Seeing that white, milky cum shoot from his rock-hard, black dick would have made me cum again right then and there if it were possible. I kept jerking my dick anyway, watching Jamal shoot his load all over those dark brown abs of his.

With our orgasms finished, both Jamal and I just rested back on our seats, catching our breath. Heather had some of Jamal's seed on the outside of her thumb, which she teasingly lapped up with her tongue. She looked back and forth at each of us, trying to gain our composure.

"If you liked that, then imagine what I can do with you if the three of us had our own little fuck party," she continued to tease.

Before either of us could respond, she looked out the driver's side window, then started grabbing her book bag. "I have to go," she said as she was getting ready to get out of the car.

I looked over and saw an attractive young woman come out of the house and head towards the sports car parked in the driveway. Who I assumed was her brother was standing in the doorway watching her leave. I would have gotten worried that he might have seen us, but it was dark outside and my windows were tinted.

"I'm so glad she's leaving," Heather remarked, "Now I can go take a bath and play with my pussy without having to hear my brother fuck someone."

"I can see how that would be weird or even gross," Jamal commented back.

"Yeah, well now I can get myself off in peace," she grinned as she opened the car door. "As I finger my hungry hole, I'll fantasize about the two of you taking turns fucking the shit out of me! So, think about it, will you?"

Before either of us could respond, she got out of the car and walked towards the house. She looked back at us and waved, "Thanks again for the ride. We'll study some more tomorrow."

I'm sure she said that to avoid suspicion, as her brother was still standing in the doorway watching her approach the house. I put the car in gear, "Let's get the hell out of here!" I said to Jamal.

"Good idea," he responded as I drove off.

Both of our dicks were still hanging out of our pants and our stomachs were still covered in cum. It was awkward. I'm not going to lie. However, as I drove through her neighborhood, I found a dark cul-de-sac to pull into and put the car in park.

"Do you have some napkins or tissues or anything?" Jamal asked, trying to keep his shirt from touching his stomach.

"I have some wet wipes in the glove compartment," I answered.

"You have wet wipes?" Jamal asked surprisingly.

I just smiled at him, "When you do as much fucking as I do in this car, you learn to be prepared."

"Heard that!" Jamal nodded in agreement.

We quickly cleaned ourselves off, tucked our junk back in our pants, and got out of there before we could draw suspicion. On the ride home, we talked about the upcoming playoff game we had in a few days. We were still fueled with adrenaline over what just happened, but we didn't mention it. We just talked football. Maybe it was to avoid feeling uncomfortable in an awkward situation. I'm not sure, but I dropped him off at his house, and then I headed home.

As I drove home alone, my mind raced. Do I regret doing that? Why was I so turned on by seeing Jamal's dick?

Then I would justify my participation in the situation by telling myself that it was okay because Jamal and I didn't touch each other. It was all Heather, and seeing Jamal cum was just like watching a live-action porno movie. So, there was no harm in what we did. I kept telling myself that, which is how I got to sleep that night. However, things would soon change.

The next morning came awful quickly. It was 7am, and there I was, freezing my ass off on the football practice field before school. We practiced until 8:30am and then hit the showers before we had to go to class. I was in the shower washing off. Two of my teammates flanked me, one on my left and one on my right. I thought nothing of them being naked and washing off at the same shower column as me. I had no attraction to them whatsoever. It was just a typical day in the locker room showers.

Then Jamal walked up and turned on the shower-head directly across from the one I was using; therefore, he was facing me. My eyes instinctively looked down at his cock. I masked this by tilting my head down as if I was checking out something on my body. It was a quick glance and nothing I consciously did. But what was done was done. As a result, a quick flashback of us with Heather entered and exited my brain, and my cock started to rise. A feeling of panic came over me. I could not let this happen! I could not allow myself to get a hard-on in the showers with my teammates! Then I reached up and turned the cold water faucet all the way to high flow. The water immediately turned ice cold, and any chance of an erection vanished. Jamal saw what I did and did the same thing, which told me that he had a similar reaction to seeing me naked. He played it off by laughing as if it was some sort of a game.

The two guys at the shower column with us shrieked at the cold water that bounced off me and Jamal and hit them. Everyone turned to look at all of us. Jamal yelled excitedly, "Yeah, let's play Freeze-Out and see who can stand the cold water the longest!"

One of the guys next to us told Jamal to fuck off and called him an asshole as he left the shower and dried off. The other did pretty much the same. I wasn't laughing, either. I was still horrified of what just happened, or could have happened, rather. I grabbed a towel, walked out of the communal showers, and started to get dressed. I kept to myself as I put my clothes on. Once dressed, I grabbed my backpack and headed to class.

That whole day was a blur to me. My mind raced all day. Was I gay? No, I couldn't be gay. I love pussy too much! Am I attracted to Jamal? Maybe. Why was I turned on by seeing him in the shower? Am I attracted to any other guys? Not that I could think of, so no.

It was just the same things mulling over and over in my mind. I just went through the motions at school and, even worse, at practice that afternoon, as well. I think I must have been yelled at by the coach several times. After practice, I skipped the shower and just changed into my regular clothes. I was heading out of the locker room to my car when Jamal noticed. He called after me, but I ignored him. I didn't want to see him, much less talk to him. He followed me to my car. When I opened the door and slung my backpack in, he came up behind me and pushed the door closed.

"Hey, Dude," he said, looking me in the eyes, knowing that I was not alright, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, man," I responded, not making eye contact with him. "I just need to get home. Lots of homework."

"You're not weirded out by anything, are you?" He asked, looking for affirmation that everything was cool between us, "I know that was crazy this morning in the showers, but you turning on the cold water was genius!"

He actually seemed excited and proud of that. I was still mortified. I opened my car door again and slid down in the driver's seat. "I'm glad you got a kick out of it," I snapped, still not making eye contact.

Jamal stepped towards me to where I couldn't close the door. I stared up at him, giving him a look that obviously showed that I was annoyed. I just wanted to go home.

"You ARE weirded out, aren't you?" He stated, "That's why you are acting this way."

I didn't respond. I only sat there waiting for him to move so I could close the door and be on my way. He didn't go anywhere.

"Look, man," he said sympathetically, "I started to get hard, too."

"And that doesn't bother you?" I asked, still annoyed at the fact that he didn't seem to be taking it seriously.

"Why should it?" he responded, "I felt it start to happen, and before I could do anything, you cranked the cold water, and I just went with it."

I shook my head. "It doesn't bother you that you started getting hard after you saw me naked?"

"No," he answered with a cavalier attitude, "Dude, I don't regret what happened with Heather last night. I would do it all over again. In fact, I think we should take her up on her offer to have a threesome with us."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the door. He moved out of the way before I hit him with it as I started to close it.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" was all I said as I slammed the door closed.

I cranked the car, put it in gear, and tore off. I could see Jamal in the rearview mirror still staring at me as I drove away.

My mind continued to race. I didn't know why I was so angry all of a sudden, but I was. Why was Jamal so comfortable with all of this? Is HE gay? Surely not. He just said that he wanted to have a threesome with her, meaning he wanted to fuck her again. So, no, he's not gay. But he wants me involved and started to get hard when he saw me naked. So, we have that in common. Did I want to fuck Heather again? Yes. So, what's the problem?

All those questions made logical sense, and they kept cycling in my mind. I made it home. I sat through dinner with my parents, not saying much at all. I told them that I was exhausted and still had homework when they asked why I was so quiet, which was the truth. I excused myself from the table and went upstairs to take a shower. I stripped down to my underwear in my room, then went into the adjoining bathroom. I started the water in the shower, and I stared at myself in the mirror as I waited for it to get hot.

My mind had stopped racing. As I stared at myself, I pulled my underwear down and kicked them off. My six-inch cock was soft and just hung there as I stared. Then a quick flash hit my mind, and for a split second, I saw Jamal staring back at me naked in the mirror. I closed my eyes to get rid of the image. That didn't help because I saw him when I closed my eyes, too. He was there still, staring back at me. His cock hung as I stared at it. Then I realized that it wasn't flashes I was seeing. I was fantasizing about him. And my cock started to rise. I was so exhausted, both mentally and physically, that I didn't have it in me to resist what was happening, so I just went with it.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, my cock became fully erect, and I didn't even touch it. I opened the shower door and stepped in. The hot water felt so good on my body. I grabbed the soap and went straight to my balls, rubbing them with the soap in my hand. As I rubbed my sack, the soap created a lather, which I used with my other hand to stroke my rock-hard dick. I started reminiscing over seeing Jamal's hard black dick with its engorged purple head glistening with precum as Heather stroked it, except that scene was replaying in slow motion in my mind as I massaged my balls and jerked my dick. I saw a slow-motion, close-up shot in my mind of Heather's hand on the upstroke of Jamal's dick. The foreskin sliding up to tease the underside of his cock head before being jerked back down again by her hand. I saw this motion a few times before seeing the first rope of his seed spurt from his dick onto his stomach.

This was too much for me to handle. I was making myself cum with this fantasy, the memory of what we did twenty-four hours ago that I wanted so badly to do again. My legs started shaking as my cock was getting ready to explode. I took the hand from my balls and braced myself against the wall of the shower as my dick erupted. What seemed like a never-ending wave of cum spurted from my dick. My legs were quivering with this intense orgasm. I let out a moan as I continued stroking my cock, still spurting cum.

Finally, my cock stopped convulsing with nothing more to expel. I still stroked it as I caught my breath; I slid my hand down between my legs to the crack of my ass. I teased my hole with my middle finger for a few seconds before sliding my hand back and massaging my balls for a few more.

I finished bathing myself and stepped out of the shower. After I dried myself off, I slipped into my pajama bottoms and went back into my room. I picked up my phone and saw that I had several missed calls from Jamal and a text from him that simply said "WTF?"

I didn't call him back. Instead, I just replied to his text, "I'm in."

To be continued . . .