Kenneth
Sensing that Jason and Tamara fell asleep already, I put my arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling. One of the questions that is hounding me presently is, am I gay? I wonder if Jason’s wondering the same thing. He’s too manly to not think about it.
Man, Tamara is one fucking hot lady. I keep thinking about the way her hips move as she lays on the bed, writhing around. Even her voice is sexy. And I definitely love the oral she gives. She has the perfect valley and clit and she trims her pubes into a landing strip. I use that more than once.
Her tits are wonderful, ass is awesome, face you wanna kiss all the time. And don’t get me going on the taste and smell of her come. Super sweet when it gushes out after oral.
Oral. Thinking about Jason, I bet he’s in freak-out mode when I join her in sucking him off. I know he likes it because of his body language. I smile up into the darkness at his face after we finish. Maybe if he had a blindfold, he could relax more.
The definition of his muscles lurks in the foreground of my mind. Jason’s definitely a looker. And his dick, what a specimen to devour. He gets rock hard and shows it off. He wants the pussy action for sure, especially Tamara’s.
Never in my wildest dreams or crazy imaginations, did I ever expect to be in a threesome, with another dude, no doubt. It’s the single most erotic thing that I’ve done. No showers like last night were in my past. Sexy and hot.
Yeah, I’m not a gay guy, but tonight’s previous activities still run circles in my head. Amazing. I think to myself, well, self, if you aren’t gay, then what are you? I sigh quietly to keep from waking them up.
Why do men always act like they don’t like cock? It’s their ego. Nothing about another man should dominate one of us. My ego is arguing right now, wanting me to fight the notion of licking another man’s dick.
Women don’t like to seek out that kind of man either. No wonder they play hard to get at times. I read somewhere once in a book or online, that men are the leading cause of death for women. I chuckle at that every time I remember it.
I hear someone toss around and wonder what time it is. She doesn’t have a clock in here which is silly. Especially when you have to get up for work. The tossing leads to Tamara sticking her head up.
She looks at Jason and then to me to see if we’re still asleep. I pretend to be sleeping so she doesn’t think I’m worrying about anything from earlier. The only thing I worry about is my self-image.
Tamara silently and quietly crawls from beneath the sheets. I see the kitchen light turn and hear the racket going on in there. Jason coughs in his sleep and turns over. I decide that I’ll lay here a little longer before I ‘wake up’ from my slumber.
The rich aroma of coffee wafts into the bedroom, assaulting my olfactory glands. I drink in the smell a few minutes before I sit up in bed, searching for my clothes. When I can’t find them all, I go to the bathroom. They are there in a neat pile.
Putting clothes on in the dark can be a bit challenging as I stumble left and then right, finally catching my balance. Once I'm dressed, I emerge from the darkness of the bathroom and step into the light coming from the kitchen.
I walk in to find Tamara making breakfast in nothing but a pink frilly apron. She turns with a skillet in her hands and sees me. I feel the heat rising to my face, as she catches me staring at her tight ass.
“Good morning, kind sir,” her voice has a silly English accent. Tamara sets the skillet down and does a simple curtsy.
I chuckle at her antics, noticing her tits fall out of the top of the apron. I bow to her and then stand up, “Good morning to you, lovely miss.” She laughs loud enough to stir the man in the bedroom from his slumber.
Coming around the corner fully dressed, Jason blinks his eyes, and uses a hand to keep the intrusive light out. “Morning.” He opens a cupboard to get out three mugs.
Tamara and I look at him and shake our heads. She comes up behind him and asks, “Whatsa matta, you not a morning person?”
He jumps back and stares at her. “Yes. Until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee.”
“Okay,” she backs off and shoots me a silly face. Grabbing a skillet, she raises it over his head, faking that she’ll hit him with it.
He turns and she immediately drops it behind her back, smiling widely. Jason takes a seat at the table and I sit across from him. I can tell that we both aren’t sure about some of the sex play last night.
Jason stares into the dark pool of liquid before him. I can’t look him in the eye right now. I don’t even think that he’s aware Tamara is basically naked.
He looks over to ask Tamara what’s for breakfast and his jaw pops open. She turns around handing plated omelets. She notices Jason’s slack jaw and puts a hand on the table, looking down her arm to him.
“You can either close that up so flies can’t get in that cavern or stuff it with bites of omelet,” she gives me a crazy wink, turning around again. “I think that last night was perhaps the best night of my life.”
“Really?” I ask her, still not looking at Jason. He just looks up at her.
“Absolutely. You both have fulfilled so many of my fantasies,” she sits down and takes a bite of her omelet. “I mean, seriously, you two are the bomb in the sack.”
With her head down, forking another bite of omelet, Jason and I look at each other for the first time this morning. As shocked as we’re to hear her say that, it adds another layer of security for me. I couldn’t read what was going on in his head. We both relax and begin talking about anything. By the end of breakfast, we’re all comfortable.
Mostly.