So as I told you last time, I finally got my cock inside a pussy. After that, I felt like the king of the motherfucking universe. I’d learned I could satisfy Lou’s hot needy love hole over and over, without either of us ever getting enough. She said the same: no one had brought her the pleasure I did. I loved getting my big thick pole inside her pussy and fucking it every chance I could get, and she loved that meaty big pole fucking her anytime we could get even a moment alone. She said she’d like my hard cock in her pussy every minute of every day and night, if that could be arranged, and always felt empty when I had to take it out as it deflated after I shot my load inside her.
Lou had decided to tell her roommate that she and I were fucking. Anna, the roommate, felt relieved to know this, since she had a guy she was hot and heavy with, too, and had been hesitant to share that news with Lou and bring him home so he could fuck her in their apartment. Now there was no need for secrecy, and both gals could bring their boyfriends home and fuck them without hiding what they were doing. I could stay at Lou’s anytime I wanted, fuck her any night of the week and all day long on weekends, and that’s just what I started doing.
I didn’t even bother any longer telling Brad where I was going or what I was doing or why I wasn’t at our apartment most nights. Didn’t figure I owed him anything. We were two single guys living in a bachelor apartment, friends but nothing more — so I told myself — and I didn’t owe him explanations. It’s not like we were married to each other, for chrissake. As a man of few words, he asked no questions, and I came and went as I pleased.
It wasn’t just about the sex with Lou, though of course it was about that. We really enjoyed each other’s company, had compatible senses of humor, liked to sit on the sofa in her apartment and watch a movie with a bowl of popcorn and kiss and cuddle, sometimes playing a bit if the movie was hot and Anna wasn’t in sight, before we ended up in her bed for another hot session of my thick dick in her tight horny pussy, or between her lush tits, where I’d shoot my load all across her erect nipples, something she loved.
The sex I’d had with Brad — that experimental phase — was over, and I had more important things on my mind now, the kinds of things that concern grown up bona fide straight guys. Cock in pussy things, grab tits and poke cunt things. I should have been walking on air, but something was bugging me. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I finally figured out it was how I’d chosen to treat my good buddy Brad, like he wasn’t even there and didn’t count for anything in my life, though we had jerked and sucked and fucked each other and were still living with each other, still friends who had history together. I hadn’t even chosen to tell Lou about him or him about Lou.
I had been a total fucking asshole to Brad. I’d gone out of my way to prove I was straight at his expense, by blaming him for “making” me gay — or do gay things — because he was the one who first asked if he could give me a hand when we jacked together watching porn. He had started the whole gay thing: that’s what I had planted in my head. And by bringing Lou into my life and discovering how much my hard cock needed a hot wet cunt, and how hard it shot when it shot inside Lou’s horny tight love channel, I had proven he was the gay one. Not me.
So I had made myself straight by turning Brad gay in my head, and that wasn’t right. It wasn’t even honest, since my feelings for Brad went a whole lot deeper than I was admitting. It’s because they went deep and frightened me that I had thrown myself into my new straight life with Lou, to prove something to myself. Down the road, I’d learn there was a name for this — the Don Juan syndrome, where men who suspect they have a gay side fuck as many women as they can to prove to themselves they aren’t gay. As if a gay man’s cock can’t enjoy fucking a hot pussy…
How did I know I still had feelings for Brad and the sex we’d enjoyed together? Here’s how: I’d come home with my cock worn out from probing and pleasing Lou’s horny pussy, still covered in her cunt juice, and fall asleep and, goddamn it, I’d have another one of those dreams about having Brad’s cock in my ass, and I’d wake up with my fucking cockhead swollen and purple and leaking precum.
I still wanted Brad. And I also wanted Lou. And I didn’t know what to do.
Then this happened: on one of those Sunday afternoons when I fucked the shit out of Lou’s cunt multiple times, I heard myself groan out the name Brad as my cock shot off in Lou’s pussy. “Brad?” she asked. “Who’s Brad? What are you talking about? Why did you say that?”
Thinking fast, I said, “I haven’t ever told you this, but I gave my cock that name back in high school. It was a joke. There was this dude named Brad and he had the biggest motherfucking tool in the school. All of us guys snuck looks at it in the gym showers and laughed about how big it was, hanging halfway down his leg.
We joked istanbul travesti about how we’d like our cocks to be Big Brad, and we’d shoot the shit about what we’d done with Big Brad the night before. It got to be a running joke, talking about our Big Brads with no one except us guys knowing we were talking about our cocks.”
“Well, that’s hot,” she said. “So Big Brad just fucked me and shot off in my pussy, that’s what you’re telling me? I’m going to have fun with this,” she said, laughing. And she did. We’d be in line for a movie and she’d turn to me and say so everyone around could hear, “I meant to ask you how Brad is today. Has he been up to anything? Or was he just hanging around?”
I’d shoot back, “You know how Brad is, always hard at work. He’s been working hard,” and she’d laugh and kiss me and say, “I like Brad when he’s working hard or just hanging around. I like him any way he comes,” and I’d turn red with embarrassment even though no one around us knew what the conversation was really about and that it had my cock standing at attention.
Or Lou would drop by my office to bring a sweater I’d left at her place the weekend before and she’d say with my office mates hearing, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing Brad and spending some time with him this weekend.” And I’d reply, “I’ll bet he’s looking forward to spending some time with you, too.”
So after that we added that name to the words we used to talk about my cock: Big Brad, our pet name that we could use in public to keep her pussy juicing and my cock hard as a rock, when people had no clue what we were talking about. We were at that beginning stage of a horny relationship when everything was about sex even when it wasn’t. We couldn’t get enough of it.
We’d drive back to her place from a movie and almost as soon as we jumped in the car, she’d have Big Brad out and would be working him, and I’d have her skirt up and would be fingering her pussy, which would be wet with anticipation. I’d lightly work around her hot clit and finally touch its hood, so that she’d shake and groan and juice all over the car seat. We kept towels in the car to put down for that reason. She never wore panties when we went out so I could get to her horny pussy as quickly and easily as possible.
When we’d arrive at her apartment, I’d put my hard cock back into my pants, not an easy task to accomplish, and we’d walk to the door and as soon as we were inside, I’d have it out again and have Lou up against the entryway wall, her skirt hiked up, tits mashed against the wall and hot ass in the air, my dick already thrusting inside her pussy that was now so wet I could go balls deep in one quick thrust, with no other preparation to get her ready than the pussy play and orgasm in the car. That would be the prelude to several hours of fucking, kissing, sucking, fingering in her bed until my cock was spent and her red, swollen pussy was satisfied and full of cum.
Lou and I were happy together, enjoying each other’s company and all the hot sex we were having, but, as I say, there was that nagging thing going on inside me, my growing awareness that I had been a fucking asshole to my buddy Brad, and that I didn’t know what to do about the mess I’d made. How would Lou handle learning about Brad, if that happened? What would Brad do if I told him I’d discovered I was straight and was now fucking Lou? It truly was a mess, and being in this seemingly insoluble mess was pulling me down.
I didn’t know this right away, but Lou had a sixth sense that something was going on with me. Later she’d tell me that she had sensed when we got together there was some part of me I wasn’t sharing, and it might have to do with a gay side — and this was part of what attracted me to her. You may remember I told you previously that Lou had said something seemed different about me, something sweet she hadn’t seen in the hot-dicked studs she’d gone out with before, and this was a motivation for her to want to be with me.
Then this happened: Lou decided to take matters into her own hands and try to ferret out what was troubling me. She wanted to know because she genuinely cared about me and wanted me to be happy, not in turmoil.
She did a little sleuthing and found where I lived with the roommate whose name I had kept from her, and one evening when I came home from the office, I was shocked to walk into the apartment and find Brad and Lou sitting together at the kitchen table, him with a sly grin when he saw me, her saying right away, “I now see why you tried to keep this cute guy from me. You were afraid Brad might try to steal me away from you.”
Lou had met the Brad who was the source of our pet name for my big thick cock and she couldn’t be happier at what she’d learned. I’ve told you both Lou and Brad were not game players. You want the truth? Ask them and they’ll tell you without sugarcoating it. By the time I got home, they’d been talking for several hours, getting to know each other and finding they really hit it off and had a shared affection for confused little istanbul travestileri old me. Lou had gotten right down to business and told Brad she and I were involved with each other, and that she suspected I might also have a thing for Brad.
Brad had responded by telling Lou about our “experimental” sex with each other… Instead of being shocked or angry, she was delighted. She and Brad had decided that the three of us were going to figure out a way to keep our relationships — Brad with me, Lou with me, and now the three of us together – working, with all secrets now out in the open. They had agreed on some ground rules for how things were going to work between the three of us, and I’d better sit down with them and listen.
There were to be no more secrets, and for me, no more running away from what I felt for Brad and had done with him — and still wanted to do. Only now Lou was part of the picture so she was going to be included in what the two of us did together, with nobody feeling ashamed or left out. We’d work out the details as this new three-way relationship developed, and decide who liked to do what with whom and what the limits were, if any, as we took our time to get to know each other without shame.
Second ground rule: she’d be spending a lot of her time at our place, and sex — between me and her, between Brad and me, between all three of us — would be out in the open, not hidden away, nobody excluded. If I wanted my relationship with her to continue (and of course I did), this was how it was going to be from now on. And as we learned how to make it work, we’d aim at making all three of us happy and feeling included…
Needless to say, I was stunned by the turn my relationship with Lou, also with Brad, had suddenly taken. I was more than stunned: I was shocked. I felt like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights. I’d thought I was doing a good job of hiding, managing two sides of my life that were impossible to connect, keeping them separate.
Now my cover was blown to bits, but in a way that, I have to admit, gave me real excitement to think about. Lou was amazing, a girlfriend beyond anything I could ever have dreamed of. It turned her on to think about seeing two hot guys jerking, fucking, sucking — she had never yet had the experience but knew what she liked — and she didn’t intend to apologize for admitting this. She wanted to include this part of my life in her relationship with me, in a new evolving three-way relationship of Pete-Brad-Lou, and she and Brad had talked this over and agreed that this is what they both wanted, and I needed to get on board if I expected a good relationship with either one of them to continue.
Well, fuck, of course I wanted a good relationship with both of them, and the thought of a good relationship with all three of us together, no secrets, the sex right out in the open, excited me to the point that I was trembling as we talked about it. When can we get down to the fucking? I wanted to say, but held my tongue as the cards were put on the table and Brad and Lou, who had found an instant connection, confronted me and demanded I stop playing games with both of them.
That When can we get down to the fucking? question: if I haven’t made this point clear, what Lou was proposing — since she’s the one who came to meet Brad and they’d then developed this game plan for a three-way relationship — was that we take things slowly, learn what sexy things the three of us liked to do together, pass no judgments on each other, and, if the occasion and time seemed right, if two of us wanted to fuck each other, the other should feel free to watch and play with his cock or her pussy. I could fuck Brad or he could fuck me with Lou watching; or Lou and I could fuck with Brad watching. We’d figure out whether Brad had an interest in fucking Lou with me watching.
In the several hours they had spent talking, Brad had told Lou he had pretty much concluded it was cock that interested him and not pussy, and he had suspected I might have a stronger interest in fucking women and might even think of myself as straight, though Brad had his doubts that I was as straight as I imagined. He also said he might want to try out fucking a woman to see what it felt like for him, and she told him she’d be honored to let him use her pussy for that kind of an experiment, and thought his big long cock, which she’d heard a thing or two about already, would be a real treat for her, so it wouldn’t be just her doing him a favor.
She also told Brad at this point the ground rule she’d made clear to me when we first talked about fucking: as a word to put women down, she disliked the word “cunt.” But when a hard penis and wet vagina got together and fucked, it made perfect sense to say a cock was fucking a cunt. It was hot to use the whole gamut of smutty words available to talk about those body parts giving such intense pleasure to each other.
After we got these ground rules out of the way, the very next weekend, Lou came to spend the weekend with us. First travesti istanbul thing she said as she walked through the door was, “Boys, time to ditch the clothes” as she took off her blouse, skirt, and bra. She had come without panties, needless to say. “When we’re together, there’s going to be a no-clothes rule like the one Pete and I have had.” The three of us were going to get to know each other’s bodies, learn how to pleasure each other, and being naked the whole weekend would make that easier.
That was the first time Lou got to see the original Big Brad, and I got to see it again for the first time in a long time. From the moment Brad stripped and his long tool came out, it was clear that Lou was fascinated and couldn’t wait to get her hands on it or see it in action. It was only partly thick with excitement, but even so, a wonder to behold, and Lou clearly wanted to see and do more with Big Brad. My cock was already hard and raring to go when I got my boxers off, and I didn’t know if that was because Lou’s pussy and tits were on display or because Brad’s big dick was out in the open. If I’m honest, it was both, I’m pretty sure.
We didn’t get right down to business immediately that first time we got naked together. Lou wanted us to start by feeling comfortable about that. If we took things slow after that, we’d begin to get comfortable about whatever sexual activity might take place as things started to develop between us. After we’d ditched our clothes, she walked over to me and gave me a long, hot kiss, letting her stiff nipples dance against my chest as my hard dick with its head pouring precum pressed against her abdomen. She stroked it a few times and played with my balls but nothing more.
Then she walked over to Brad and kissed him, too, though not pressing against him as she did with me, since she wanted Brad to take the initiative about how much sexual activity, if any, he wanted with her. She did compliment him on that impressive tool and told him that he probably didn’t know that she and I had named my cock Big Brad in honor of his long pole, and she hoped he’d let her play with it sometime.
Brad told her to be his guest anytime, and she spent some time inspecting the original Big Brad, which still remained turgid without being rock-hard, and which was growing as she examined it. That was it for any sex play after we got undressed, and Lou then asked if anyone wanted a beer or a snack — she’d brought groceries – and proposed we all sit on the couch and watch some t.v.
And so we did, something not easy for me to do when my fucking cock was like a fencepost, sticking up from my balls, with her and her tits and hot pussy on one side of me and Brad with that long dick on the other side.
During the t.v. show, Lou reached over and worked my cock now and again, and I fingered her wet pussy, the same way we often did watching t.v. at her place. She suggested while I was fingering her with one hand and she was jacking me that I give Brad some attention, too, and at that point, as I used his corkscrew method to work his big cockhead and then twist down the hard shaft, his dick really stood up long and proud for the first time that evening. Nobody talked as we played and watched t.v.
As soon as the program was over, Lou started sucking me to get me close to the point of bursting, and then she climbed on me reverse cowgirl and put her pussy over my engorged lovestick and slowly, teasingly began moving on it, first using her pussy opening to work just the thick tip and then riding me. She took my hand and put it on Brad’s hard cock as she did that, and asked Brad if he enjoyed watching my dick fuck her pussy. He said that was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, that seeing her ride my cock and tease the head as the shaft glistened with her pussy juice had just about made him nut then and there. It also made him want that big thick meatpole in his ass again as soon as possible.
“Why don’t you and Brad take care of each other now?” she said to me, pulling herself off my cock now slick with her pussy juices and so hard it was almost purple. “There’s plenty of time for all of us to get off as the night goes on, and my needy little cunt can wait for your hard cock after it’s spent some time with Brad and I’ve watched what the two of you do to each other. It’s not like I can’t play with Miss Pussy while you two are playing with each other, after all.”
And so we did. I don’t know about Brad, but I was a little embarrassed at first. He’d seen my cock going into Lou’s hot wet pussy and how much I enjoyed it, and what would he think of me after that? On the other hand, he’d also said seeing my dick fucking Lou’s cunt was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, and his big meatpole had stood up really rigid after that, so it obviously turned him on to watch Lou and me fuck.
Brad and I fucked for the first time in front of Lou that same night, the first time for me with Brad in quite a while, and it made me realize what I’d been missing all this time — Brad’s big long cock probing and teasing my ass. We had switched about as top and bottom in the past, depending on how we felt at the time. That night, I knew what I wanted. It was what I’d been having horny dreams about for weeks, Brad’s big dick fucking my needy asshole.
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