“Mhmm, it was fun,” I tell him sincerely, “My abs still fucking hurt from some of those.”
“I know, I think I sprained my cheeks laughing,” Corey chuckles.
I rinse the soap off my arms and dry my hands on a dishtowel before turning in Corey’s arms so I can face him. “So, we gonna talk about what’s on both of our minds?”
He smiles sheepishly. “You, too, huh?”
I nod. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
“What are you thinking?” he asks, brushing a bit of my hair off of my face, “Should we do it?”
“I don’t really see why not,” I say, “I mean, it’s kind of an honor that she even asked.”
Corey nods in agreement.
We’ve been friends with Marlene since we were all a bunch of dumb teenagers, and I’m deeply touched that she wants one of us to be the father of her kid. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time the possibility had crossed my mind, although admittedly most of those thoughts had been back when I was 15 and a ball of raging hormones.
But before Corey and I had started falling for each other, I’d had a raging crush on Marlene. We were so close, we clicked on everything, and it was all too easy for 15-year-old me to imagine marrying her and spending the rest of my life with her.
Obviously things are different now, but it’s still funny how things turned out.
“Kind of a shame it’s probably gonna be all test tubes and syringes,” Corey says with a chuckle, “We could have so much more fun if we brought her up to play.”
He plays the words off as a joke, but I can tell from the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that part of him means it. And it wouldn’t be the first time.
While our friends don’t really know about this side of our lives, Corey’s and my relationship is a little bit on the open side. The two of us both swing both ways, and every once in a while, we find an interested female playmate to share.
It’s fun for everyone involved, but it had never really crossed my mind to tell my friends about that side of our life, let alone involve one of them in it. But the moment I picture it, I feel the blood instantly rush south. “That definitely could be fun,” I agree.
He reaches down and rubs my rapidly stiffening cock through my jeans, smirking. “Gee, did I say something?” he teases.
“You know…maybe we could make that a condition of being her donor,” I mused, “Tell her that we’ll help her outandcut out the middleman.”
Corey chuckles for a moment, then looks at my face and sees that I’m not laughing. “You’re serious?”
I shrug. “Why not?”
“Um, because she’ll probably slap us both for being pigs and never speak to us again?”
“Do you honestly think that?” I ask him.
“Okay, not exactly like that, but she’d probably still be uncomfortable, and it would make things weird between us.”
“So if she’s not into the idea, we drop it and agree to do it her way. But I don’t think it’ll make things weird permanently, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“You don’t think us propositioning her might have lasting effects?” Corey asks incredulously.
“No, I don’t,” I answer matter-of-factly, “We’ve been part of her life for almost half of it, you think she’d kick us to the curb over one awkward conversation?”
He frowns, mulling it over. “I guess not.”
“And can you honestly tell me you aren’t throbbing just thinking about it?” I ask him, reaching down and grabbing his cock.
As I suspected, it’s rock-hard, straining against the tight denim of his pants. He groans at the contact, and I lean in close, so my lips nearly brush his ear. “Just imagine it, baby, kneeling between those soft thighs of hers, lining up the head of your thick cock at her tight little pussy…”
His breath hitches and I yank down his zipper, tugging his cock through the hole in his boxers so I can stroke his bare skin. I tease the head of his cock with my hand. “Just teasing, waiting until she’s begging you, then,” I give a quick pump down the length of his shaft with my fist, making Corey gasp, “Plunge into her.”
“Fuck,” he groans.