Loading...I was hopelessly lost. The company had sent me to meet with a potential client, so here I was, hundreds of miles from home, driving a rented car, with no clue where the hell I was. The map the girl at the convenience store had drawn me was totally fucked up, and I was sure I’d made at least one wrong turn anyway, so there I was.
At least I wasn’t in a part of town where the walls were all covered with graffiti, but nevertheless, I could tell that it had seen better days.
I finally figured, ‘Fuck it, I’ll try to get to some kind of lodging and food, and I’ll deal with it when it’s daylight again.’ The lights of a bar showed a block or so ahead of me, so I decided to grab a quick drink and get some advice on a place to stay the night.
As I pulled up to the bar, I noticed the rainbow awning. “Oh shit,” I mumbled. Then I reasoned, “At least nobody I know will see me.” I’d done a little bit of experimentation with the other side of the fence in college, but mostly at the behest of a bevy of hot coeds, and eased along by copious amounts of alcohol. Since I’d joined the “real” world, all that free-wheeling shit had been abandoned. I didn’t begrudge anybody their personal lifestyle; I just hadn’t let the past interfere with my present.
I could have moved on down the road to see if there was anything else along the way, but it was getting late, and I was damn hungry. Hopefully this place had a working kitchen, and it was still open.
“Teezer’s,” the elaborate sign in the window proclaimed, and taking a deep breath, I stepped through the door.
Inside, it generally looked like other bars I’d been in, except that this place was significantly cleaner than many of them. The room wasn’t filled with smoke, which was another pleasant difference. I saw some male/female couples inside, but there were an awful lot of same sex couples, hence the rainbow outside.
A few appraising looks were cast my way as I approached the bar, both from male and female patrons. At least, I *thought* they were women, but I couldn’t tell for sure. For a gay bar, it surprised me how sedate everyone was being. I’d been in a few gay bars in my college years, and it seemed that the later it got, the wilder the clientele became.
Anyhow, I finally got to the bar. The bartender was a clean-cut, olive-skinned guy, I’d guess in his early to mid twenties. He was shirtless, which wasn’t entirely unusual in these places, and he displayed a really nice body. He probably got hundreds of propositions a night, I figured, or at least, he was likely the object of many a load shot in the privacy of many patrons’ homes.
I waited patiently for him to work his way to me. Finally, he stopped in front of me and turned a set of piercing brown eyes on me. I couldn’t remember feeling like this with another man before. Yes, I’d fooled around a little, as I said earlier, but there’d been no feeling then. It was just booze-induced sex.
“What’ll you have?” he asked, a slight accent tingeing his question. His voice was masculine, lacking the feminine lilt that some gay guys tend to affect.
Quickly, I debated dumping the story on him, then decided to give a capsulated version. “Look, I’m lost as hell. I’m supposed to meet clients in the morning, but I missed a turn or two and it led me here. I need a place to stay the night and *something* to eat, not necessarily in that order.”
He took my explanation without a flinch. “Let me check if the kitchen’s still open. We don’t have a big menu, but at least we can get something in you.” Hypersensitivity to my surroundings threw a double entendre into that statement, but I didn’t think he’d intended one.
“That’d be fantastic,” I responded. “A burger and fries’d be greatly appreciated. And while you’re there, a beer would do me good.”
He turned and got me my order, then said, “I’ll go see if they’re done cleaning in the back.”
I thanked him and started working on my beer. Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to watch the other patrons while I drank.
The crowd had thinned out a little in the few minutes since I’d arrived. There were two male couples off to one side, three women in a corner, and a mixed pair with a rather uncomfortable-looking guy off to my right. It appeared the interest in me was over, which was perfectly fine by me. I hadn’t come in to get laid; I just wanted food and information on someplace I could crash for the night.
After a little bit, the bartender re-emerged. He came right back over to me and said, “They were packed up for the evening, but I told Phillipe your story. He was ready to be pissy, but when I told him you were cute, he said he’d get you something.”
I blushed at the “cute” bit. Hell, I couldn’t remember ever being called that. Now that I’m in my mid-thirties, I thought the possibility of “cute” was far behind me. Then again, I guessed I had different criteria.
“Thanks a lot. I’ll have to give Phillipe a big tip for accommodating me.”
The bartender smiled. “You better not let Phillipe hear you say that. He tends to take things literally.”
I laughed. The statement hadn’t been meant to be anything, but in here, it seemed almost anything said could mean something else.
The bartender then told me, “It’ll be a few minutes yet. Shouldn’t be long.”
A perverse part of me wanted to respond with disappointment, but I had to remember where I was, and that I wasn’t looking for anything beyond a hotel room after I’d eaten, and I was still convinced that my days of experimentation had been over for more than ten years.
A little while later, a tall, thin, dark haired, dark eyed man came in with a plate holding a great looking hamburger and an enormous stack of fries. I could only assume this was Phillipe. When he placed the plate in front of me, I thanked him profusely and watched him silently back away. He stepped up to the bartender and I heard him, in a loud stage whisper, say, “You were right, TJ, he really *is* cute.” I found my face feeling hot again.
Phillipe turned my direction again and gave me a long-distance kiss, then sashayed back to the kitchen. The bartender leaned in and told me, “He’s into older guys. His last steady was in his fifties.” He motioned to my food. “Enjoy. Phillipe’s burgers are to die for.”
While I ate, I continued observing my surroundings. The place continued to empty. The straight couple was long gone, and one of the male couples. All that was left were the one male couple and one of the three women in the corner. I was the only one now at the bar, so it was getting pretty sparse.
At one point, TJ stopped in front of me and asked, “So, whattya think?”
I pointed at the sandwich. “This, I believe, is one of, if not *the* best hamburger I’ve ever had. These are great fries, too. I normally don’t get too worked up about bar food, but this is fabulous.”
TJ smiled again. “That’s great to hear. We get written up in the local “alternative” paper all the time, and we even had an article published in the local mainstream a couple years back. It’s pretty much general knowledge that we have the best food for a bar in the city, but unfortunately, not too many folks are willing to come to a ‘gay’ bar for a night on the town. It’s a pity. Phillipe and the gang could run their own restaurant if they wanted, but for some reason, they hang on here.”
Holding my sandwich for another bite, I admitted, “I’m sure glad they’re here.”
TJ hung in my vicinity for a bit longer. Eventually, he asked, “So, who are these clients you’re here to see?”
I swallowed and told him.
He thought a while, just saying the name of the place over and over. Suddenly, he called out to the pair of men at the table beyond me, “Tommy, isn’t that near here?”
The guy, apparently “Tommy,” started out, “Uh, I think so. Isn’t that over by…”
He was interrupted by the woman in the corner. “It’s four blocks south and ten blocks east of here. It’s an ugly yellow building with red trim.”
I thanked her, then turned back to my meal. TJ said, “There you go. You’re nearly there already. Trouble for you is, there aren’t any hotels nearby. Only rooms are clear across town, and as you’ve already found out, it’s kind of a pain-in-the-ass route, no pun intended.”
I put down the French fry I had halfway to my mouth. “Fuck. What the hell am I gonna do? I sure as hell don’t want to drive all the fuck back and risk getting even *more* lost at an even *later* hour, and even if I *do* get to a hotel, how am I going to find my way *back*?”
TJ thought a while, obviously torn over something. “Look,” he said, “I’m gonna hate myself for saying this, because folks are gonna think I broke my vow not to sleep with customers, but at this point, I say, ‘Fuck ’em.’ I live around the corner. I got a king size and a couch. No damn sense in you going all the fuck back to the far side of town.”
Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing? I was being invited to spend the night at the home of this obviously hot, young bartender. I heard a gasp and a huff behind me, and I knew the two gay guys, Tommy and his buddy, were astounded. My guess was that they’d been trying to get into TJ’s pants and figured that was what I was going to get to do.
The thought of not having to do any more driving sounded heavenly, but I didn’t want to cause anybody any trouble. “Thanks for the offer, TJ, but I couldn’t impose on you like that. I mean, you don’t know me. I could have made up the story about work.”
He waved off my protests. “Don’t worry about it. Let ’em guess. It’ll be fun to hear ’em whine, ‘How come you let a stranger in, an *old* one at that, into your place? You turnin’ into Phillipe?’ I can handle it. Hell, you don’t know anything about me, either. You could end up in my refrigerator, for all you know.”
I laughed and picked up my last fry. “I don’t think you’d tell me about it if that’s what you intended to do. Thank you for the invitation. I accept. The company will be confused, but happy they won’t have to pay for a room.”
“Cool. I’m gonna close up shop here in a little bit. If you can wait a while, you can come with me.”
I finished my meal and told him, “I have nowhere I need to be at the moment.”
TJ gave last call, so I held up my glass for a refill, which he took care of promptly. While I sat there, I could feel Tommy and his friend’s gaze boring into my back. Eventually they left, leaving just the woman in the corner, TJ and me in the place.
After a while, TJ came from the back, wearing a T-shirt which read, “Bisexuality means you always have a date on Saturday night.”
He hit a switch, and all the lights went off but a set over the bar. “You ready?
I got up from my seat and started toward him. The gal in the corner also rose, came over to TJ and gave him a kiss. TJ started introductions, “This is my girlfriend, Bonnie. Bonnie, this is…”
“Ben,” I filled in for him, thrusting my hand out, an automatic gesture when you’ve been in the business world long enough.
TJ took my hand and said, “I’m TJ, if you haven’t gathered by now.”
I smiled. “I picked that up, thanks.” His handshake was firm, not what I expected. I then realized, any experimentation aside, that I had a lot of preconceived notions about what a guy who worked at a place like this would be.
Releasing his hand, TJ asked, “So, you ready, then?”
“Let’s go.”
TJ locked up and I headed to my car. “You can leave that there,” he stopped me. “Plenty do. This doesn’t look like the best part of town, but folks around here are mostly honest. I live close by. It’s not a bad walk.”
I followed TJ and Bonnie down the sidewalk. From my vantage, I examined their bodies. Bonnie had an ass that I’d certainly love to fuck, and the short skirt she wore would certainly make access easy. TJ, on the other hand, covered his ass in tight black denim. I found myself wondering about sex with him. Sure I’d put such things out of my mind when I joined the ranks of the straight working world, but I found my cock hardening at the thought of spending the night with these hot bodies.
Once inside TJ’s home, I was given the grand tour. It wasn’t a huge place, so it took all of two minutes. He wasn’t lying, there was a king sized bed in the bedroom. I wondered how they’d managed to get it in there; it took up most of the room.
Standing at the bedroom door, TJ pointed to the bed. “Well, there it is. Big enough for all of us.”
My shock must have shown on my face, because Bonnie laughed, “Look, stud, you *do not* want to try to sleep on that couch. Trust me.”
I suddenly needed to find out what she was talking about. Yes, I was tired, but I didn’t know if I could sleep in the same bed as two other people. It definitely wasn’t what I’d had in mind when I agreed to TJ’s invitation, and he certainly hadn’t enlightened me at the time.
In the living room, I sat down on the couch. Holy shit, Bonnie wasn’t lying! There was no way I’d be able to get comfortable enough to sleep on that damn thing.
When I came back to the bedroom, they were both grinning at me knowingly. Realizing my stuff was all still in the trunk of the car, I asked with a sigh, “Since I’m imposing, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare toothbrush lying around?”
TJ disappeared for a moment, then returned with a brand new toothbrush, which he offered to me. Thanking him, I made my way to the bathroom.
I hadn’t realized during the brief tour that the bathroom didn’t have a door. Hell, there wasn’t even a sheet or anything to pull across for privacy. This whole deal was getting weirder and weirder, but I needed to get myself to bed.
While I brushed my teeth at the sink, I was shocked when Bonnie strolled in, totally naked, sat herself down, and just started peeing. There was no embarrassment on her part. It was as if this was simply natural, to relieve herself in front of a total stranger.
One thing this situation did deliver, and it was a chance to further examine Bonnie’s body. Her breasts were about medium size. I found myself thinking how well they’d fit in my hands. She also was a true blond, both top and bottom. I knew that was a rare thing. All the women I’d known before were brunettes down below, regardless of the color of the hair on their heads.
“Nice view?” I was stunned by the fact that I’d been caught looking. My mouth was all full of toothpaste yet, so I didn’t respond.
“Wanna touch? It’s okay. I don’t mind. I like guys, too, obviously. TJ won’t care.” With that, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast.
As strange as this whole situation was, and as dumbfounded it had me, I certainly wasn’t going to pull my hand away. Her tit felt as good as I’d imagined, and I slowly kneaded it, then tweaked the nipple, causing her to moan. Next, she placed a wad of paper in my hand and led it down to finish for her. When I was done, I dropped the paper and started to rub her pussy.
Of course, I must have looked quite the sight, bending over with the toothbrush protruding from my mouth, a froth of toothpaste on my lips, while playing with this sexy woman’s smoking hot body.
With no warning, Bonnie got up, gave me a peck on the cheek, then grabbed my cock through my pants, saying in a saucy tone, “See ya in bed.”
I stood, amazed, while Bonnie left the bathroom, her gorgeous ass swaying invitingly.
When I finally came out of my stupor, I discovered that I needed to start over with the tooth brushing bit.
Doing so, I went to it, and was surprised once again by TJ sauntering in, as naked as Bonnie had been. He stood beside me at the toilet and just started to pee. I had to think how lucky I was, at least in the eyes of many of the patrons of Teezer’s. There were undoubtedly dozens of guys, and likely girls, who would have given a major body part to be where I was right at that second.
Once again, I was startled by, “Like what you see?”
My mouth was again full of toothpaste, but I did manage a weak grunt to the affirmative. His cock was perfect, just like the rest of him. It wasn’t huge, but I bet that it would swell to truly mouth-watering proportions, given the proper encouragement.
Similar to what Bonnie had done, TJ took my hand and placed it on his cock. When I looked into his eyes, he said, “Yeah, I know about my policy, but if they’re gonna think I did something, I might as well actually do something.”
Suddenly, I wasn’t so tired anymore. I knew I had the meeting in the morning – fuck, it had been morning for a while already. I hadn’t felt a man’s cock aside from my own in a long time, and I’d been drunk when I’d done it before. This time, I’d only had a couple beers, so I couldn’t really use that as my excuse. Maybe back in college I’d actually done it because I liked it.
I did know that I wanted to sample what these two apparently were offering. If I had to, I’d call in both to the home office, as well as the client and make a pissant excuse like a stomach bug, and postpone a day.
I’d never held another man’s cock while he pissed before. It was definitely a different feeling. Standing where I was, and the fact that TJ was shorter than I am, I had to be careful to hold the angle so that he hit the bowl, and not everywhere else.
Finally he finished, and I shook the drops off the tip and let go. Looking into those deep brown eyes, I realized once again that I needed to get my damn teeth brushed once and for all.
While I went back to the business of brushing my teeth – for hopefully the last time – I felt hands at my belt. Looking down, I saw that TJ was on his knees and had started undressing me. I was warming to the idea of sex with TJ and Bonnie, so I just stood there and let him do whatever he was doing, while I finally took care of my tooth brushing.
He took my pants and boxers down at the same time, and smiled when he saw how hard I was getting. Well, fuck, what did he expect, getting me started with Bonnie, then bringing him into the picture? I almost expected him to take me in his mouth when my cock sprang free, but he refrained, turning instead to getting my shirt off.
Before I knew it, I was finished, both with tooth brushing and with clothes. TJ then got off the floor and nodded in the direction of the bedroom.
I said, “Let’s go,” then headed toward the door, reaching out and stroking my fingers across his ass as I went past him.
At the bedroom door, I looked in at a truly delicious sight. There was Bonnie, laid in the center of the bed: her legs spread wide, one hand kneading a breast, the other vigorously rubbing her pussy. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.
I crawled onto the bed and nuzzled my face down into the soft blond hair between her legs. Her scent was beautiful, her taste even better. Bonnie pulled her hand away as soon as she felt me at her cunt. Happily, I flickered my tongue all over this luscious pussy, eliciting a host of wonderful squeals and moans.
While I ate Bonnie, I suddenly felt hands on my ass. TJ apparently wanted to get into the action, and I sure wasn’t going to deter him. His fingers felt great on my skin, and one hand slid from my ass down between my legs, caressing my balls and hard cock. Now, I was moaning as much as Bonnie, but it certainly wasn’t going to make me stop what I was doing.
I felt the bed move, and next, I felt warm breath against my privates. Hoping I knew what was to come, I shook my hips a little, to encourage TJ into whatever he had in mind. Next, his tongue was running all up and down my hard-on, and I was going nuts.
Bonnie was getting close to an orgasm. My tongue was doing the trick for her. She started to squirm even more than before, and the juices literally flowed from her pussy. When I pushed two fingers into her sloppy hole, she arched off the bed and screamed. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face even deeper into her crotch while she came. I didn’t stop licking, even though I could no longer breathe very well. I found myself hoping that her peak would subside quickly enough that she’d release me so I could get some air.
Fortunately, she did let go of me, and I raised my head and gulped in a huge breath. TJ hadn’t let up on his tongue lashing of my genitals through all this, but now, I could concentrate on what he was doing.
He still hadn’t taken me into his mouth, instead just licking around everything, getting the “lay of the land,” I guessed. I didn’t care what he was up to, he could keep on doing it as long as he liked, as far as I was concerned.
That wasn’t to be, though. Bonnie whined, “I can’t see what’s happening. You guys move around so I can see what you’re doing. I love watching guys fuck. C’mon, TJ. I haven’t even seen his cock yet.”
That said, I pushed myself up so that I was in an upright position, with TJ still under me. This way, Bonnie could see what was happening to me, and I could still enjoy TJ’s talented tongue.
Bonnie squealed, “Ooo. He has a nice cock. Does it taste good, honey?”
TJ hummed an, “Mmm hmm,” never stopping what he was doing.
I just sat there on TJ’s face, letting him go at it. Suddenly I wanted to do something I don’t often do, I looked Bonnie in the eye and started talking dirty to her. “God, Bonnie, how do you stand it? He’s got such a fucking great tongue. You must cum and cum when he licks your slutty cunt. You like watching TJ working on another guy, huh? Well, let me tell you, I haven’t fucked a guy since college. And both times, I was drunk as hell. This is the first time I’ve let a guy do anything to me while I was sober.”
The look of lust on Bonnie’s face told me what I needed to know, and the moan I heard when I mentioned the bit about being my first time sober told me TJ loved the idea that he was essentially my first.
Bonnie grabbed both my hands and pulled them to her tits. “Pinch my nipples, baby. Pinch ’em hard. I wanna feel them ache all day tomorrow.”
Like I was going to say no? While I thoroughly enjoyed TJ’s continued tonguing of my cock and balls, I grabbed Bonnie’s stiff nipples and pinched and pulled them, to her obvious delight. I grasped them tightly between my thumb and forefinger and pulled them as far from her body as I thought I could without hurting her. Sensing I was holding back, Bonnie leaned back away from me, causing me to have to grip her nipples even tighter so I didn’t lose them altogether.
Jesus, that must have hurt. I was now hanging on as tightly as I could with only two fingers on her stiff, yet still pliable flesh. A grunt escaped her throat with the pain/pleasure she must have been experiencing, and she forced out, “Don’t let go. This is perfect.” Hell, I figured I was going to pull her nipples completely off her body, they were stretched out so far.
Eventually, Bonnie moved back toward me, and the pressure on her nipples eased. I was concerned I’d hurt her, and on the other hand, proud that I’d managed to maintain my hold on her while she got her wish.
TJ then pulled his mouth away from my genitals long enough to say, “I need this cock in me. You ready for that, Ben?”
Bonnie responded for me. “Oh yeah, darling, he’s ready to fuck that slutty boy cunt, aren’t you, stud? Besides, I need his tongue in my pussy.”
I dismounted TJ’s mouth and laid on the bed beside him. My cock stood straight up like an antenna, waiting for someone to encompass it. Bonnie went to the nightstand and came back with some lube, which she started smearing on my eager hard-on. When she’d finished with me, she reached behind TJ and smeared some on his asshole.
Next, TJ got up and straddled my hips, aiming his ass at my pole. Bonnie aided the situation by holding my cock steady and guiding it to her gorgeous boyfriend’s fuckhole.
TJ had quite obviously done this before, because he smoothly sank down on my hardness, clear to the base, with no effort whatsoever. Oh god, did his ass feel great gripping my cock! I’d previously only gotten to fuck one of my girlfriends in the ass, so this was an amazing treat. Of course, this was a guy, but the sensation was the same. Nothing grabs onto your cock like a tight asshole. TJ’s cock stood stiffly at attention while I filled him, and I found myself looking forward to sampling that beautiful manhood.
Slowly, TJ started to fuck himself on my cock. For the moment, I was content to let him do the work and just lay back and enjoy the amazing feelings he was causing.
Bonnie, meanwhile, had wiped the excess lube from her hand and prepared to mount my face. When she stood above me before lowering herself down, I thought how wonderful a sight it was, just gazing up the length of her sexy legs, to the wet slit between, then up her body to her beautiful tits.
I watched interestedly as she lowered her pussy to my face, and the odor of her arousal got stronger. When she got to her knees, the lips parted, revealing the pulsating pinkness inside.
TJ, meanwhile, was fucking up and down on my cock, and if he didn’t slow down a little, I was going to cum, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be much good to anybody for a while after that. Apparently he could tell I was getting close, because he did slow down some, and fortunately, I felt my pending orgasm subside enough that I could stay on the edge for a while without cumming.
Bonnie’s pussy settled over my lips, and I started in immediately lapping up all that musky, sexy girl juice. She began moaning the second my tongue touched her. That was perfectly fine by me, because I love hearing a woman’s arousal.
TJ evidently liked the view, because I could hear him moaning as he pumped up and down on my cock. Wow, I didn’t remember much about the first time I fucked a guy’s ass, but I was sure loving what was happening now. It had been far too long since I’d had anal sex. Now that I was being reminded how great it was, I made myself a promise to have it more often — if I could find a willing partner. I had no notion of giving up pussy, but this ass stuff was terrific. I only wondered if I was going to enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed doing the fucking. I honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like.
This situation was like a fantasy I’d had for a long time: a pussy on my face and my cock in a hot hole at the same time. Of course, I’d originally figured the hole my cock was in would be a pussy too, but I wasn’t going to complain about how it had worked out. This was close enough for me.
Bonnie soon began to shudder, and released a flood of pussy juice onto my face. I figured that would be that for a bit, but she stayed exactly where she was and moaned, “More. I need to come again.” I felt a pang of jealousy at that, but I wasn’t going to disappoint her.
While her boyfriend continued fucking his asshole on my throbbing cock, I proceeded to eat Bonnie to her second orgasm. I let go of Bonnie’s round ass and reached for her breasts once again. It was a little awkward, but I managed to clamp onto her nipples again and started to twist and pinch and pull once more, bringing an even bigger moan from her.
With my manipulation of her tits, Bonnie rushed to orgasm quicker than before, and gave me another dose of her womanly fluids while she writhed and moaned on my face.
After two enormous cums, Bonnie fell off me, leaving me there with TJ’s ass clenching and unclenching around my cock while he rode.
I asked, “How ya doin’ there, cowboy?” and was met with a moan for a response. TJ’s cock still stood proudly at attention, and I couldn’t help but reach out and wrap my fingers around it.
TJ moaned even louder when I started to slowly stroke his hard cock while he fucked me. I was pretty sure if I timed this right, that I could manage to get him off at the same time I came in his ass.
I continued masturbating TJ’s perfect cock and felt myself slowly working toward an orgasm. Both our breaths were starting to become more labored the closer we got to cumming.
Bonnie saw what was happening and intervened. “Ben, you go ahead and shoot in TJ’s beautiful ass. It’s one thing I can’t do for him. Let go of his cock now. I want him to shoot in your ass when you’re done cumming in him.”
I reluctantly loosened my grip on TJ’s hard-on. My hand didn’t move far from where it was, though. I simply cupped his balls in my hand and started to manipulate them. If TJ was anything like me, the sensation of having his balls played with would feel fantastic, but wouldn’t be stimulation enough to get him off. I wouldn’t be at it very long anyway, as my orgasm was swiftly approaching.
Finally, it swept over me. I could hold back no longer. I grabbed TJ’s hips and pumped madly into his asshole. Soon, I was yelling in orgasm, my cock pulsing as it unloaded into this beautiful man’s ass.
My wad finally shot, I could feel my enthusiasm waning. Sleep threatened to knock me on my ass, but fortunately, Bonnie was still raring to go.
“Stay right where you are, Ben. TJ loves watching the reaction of the people he’s fucking.”
I was beginning to wonder if TJ really said much outside of work. He certainly hadn’t been very talkative since we started to fuck. I didn’t really care, because I love hearing a woman talk dirty, so having Bonnie go on like she had been was just fine by me.
TJ grabbed the lube and started to slick himself up, then me. Bonnie, meanwhile, disappeared for a bit. When TJ moved between my legs, I took the cue, grabbed my knees and spread my legs as wide as I could, just like any good slut would.
Bonnie then reappeared, and I found out where she’d gone. While TJ placed the head of his cock at my asshole, Bonnie started washing my cock and balls clean. With the distraction of Bonnie’s hands on me, TJ started to slowly press forward.
Having not had a cock in my ass for quite some time, the last time I’d had anything going the *other* way through that hole was at my last physical at the doctor’s office. A hiss of pain made TJ stop dead. He waited for me to give him some indication to continue. Finally, I assimilated the girth of his beautiful cock and gave him a brief nod. He then continued the slow onward drive into my hole.
When Bonnie finished washing away any remnants of my fuck of TJ’s ass, she leaned over and sucked my wilted cock into her mouth.
Oh my god, was this great! I could barely remember a damn thing about those episodes back in college, aside from the fact that they happened. TJ finally bottomed out in my ass, and he held himself there for quite a while. The look on his face said that I was very tight, and he was having to get used to the feeling as much as I was.
Bonnie really knew how to suck cock. Usually, after I’ve cum, I have to wait a few hours before I can get hard again, but she had me stiff again in a matter of a few minutes. I even got the impression that I might be able to cum again.
After a little bit, I was ready for TJ to start moving. I told him, “Go ahead. It feels great, but take it easy, okay?”
TJ responded, “You have no idea how great it feels. You’re tighter than anybody I’ve had in a long time. You gotta love a virgin.”
Bonnie took her mouth off my cock long enough to say, “You glad you got lost tonight, honey?”
TJ nearly pulled clear out of me, going painfully slowly. It had to be killing him, but it felt downright fabulous to me. My return to Bonnie’s question was: “You fucking well better believe it. This is going to be the best business trip ever.”
Once again, Bonnie took my cock in her mouth and started working her magic on me. While TJ took his time, I decided I needed some more of Bonnie’s pussy.
Since I couldn’t really move without dislodging TJ’s cock, I reached out and started feeling for Bonnie’s cunt. I found it easily enough, and immediately plunged two fingers inside, bringing out a moan from around my hard-on.
Eventually, I was ready to truly be fucked. I announced this to TJ: “I think I’m ready now. Fuck me, man, fuck me good!”
A huge grin spread across TJ’s face, and suddenly, he started fucking me like a speeding train was coming his way and he wanted to finish before it got there. Holy shit, this boy could fuck! And my ass was taking it! I was astounded, but damn, did it feel good!
Bonnie continued sucking me and fondling my balls, and I felt my cum begin to rise. Between the talent of her mouth and the pounding my ass was getting, I was, surprisingly, building toward another orgasm in short order.
I started moaning, TJ started moaning, and my fingering of her pussy had Bonnie moaning, so it was quite the erotic chorus. I was getting really close, so I shouted, “I’m gonna cum pretty soon! God damn, but this is fantastic!”
At that, Bonnie pulled away from my cock and sat up, leaving my fingers in her cunt. TJ continued pounding away. It appeared he couldn’t care less if I came or not. He was beyond caring about anything but his own release.
Finally, he began to yell and I felt his cock pulse in my asshole. He was pumping me pretty damn full, if the number of twitches I felt were any indication.
Before TJ pulled out, though, Bonnie straddled my hips, facing him, grabbed him in a close embrace with one arm while the other hand reached down and guided my hard cock into her pussy.
Bonnie then proceeded to ride my cock to her own, and my, orgasm, with TJ’s cock shriveling slowly inside me. Suddenly, she stiffened and came, then started to caress my balls while she continued to slide up and down on my cock, urging me to cum inside her.
“C’mon baby. Fill my cunt. I want to feel you empty those balls inside my pussy. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with TJ’s cock still in you. C’mon now…”
Her talk spurred me on to orgasm, and I moaned loudly as I spurted into her hot pussy.
When I’d finally cum, Bonnie pulled off my cock and shimmied herself backward till her cunt was once more over my face. She said, “Clean me up, stud,” and a wad of my goo and hers dripped out of her wet, sloppy hole.
Well, I was either going to eat it or wear it, so I decided I’d taste it. I opened wide, just as that first gob hit my lips. I was surprised how much was leaking from her. Of course, a good portion of it was possibly hers, but there was still a lot of mine in there, too.
I’d had a hell of a lot of firsts already, and creampie eating was something I had *never* done before. I wasn’t especially fond of the taste of cum, but in a situation like this, there was still enough lust running that it didn’t really matter. It was the sheer wantonness of it that made me keep going.
Eventually, Bonnie’s pussy quit leaking our mixed juices, so I pulled her down a little more and licked her clean, bringing her to another orgasm in the process. TJ pulled out of me, totally soft, and flopped down on the bed beside me.
Finally, Bonnie took up a spot on the bed on my other side, sandwiching me between them. I couldn’t remember another trip I’d taken that had been so fantastic.
But now, we were all totally pooped. TJ got up on his knees quickly and switched off the light, and within minutes, we were all asleep.