“Have you ever been with another guy before?”
He shakes his head. “Never. To be honest, I kind of…. didn’t really even know I swung this way,” he confesses.
I nod. “Gotcha. We’ll take this slow, just talk to me if anything’s too much. Or not enough,” I wink, and he chuckles.
The words seem to have the desired effect, relaxing him a bit, so he seems less tense when I tug his shirt off. I pause for a moment to admire his sculpted chest, taut muscles rippling under lightly tanned skin.
Then, I turn to Hazel. Her shirt abandoned in the living room, she’s still the most clothed of all of us in a bra and shorts. I reach behind her and deftly unhook the panel securing the garment, then slide the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor.
God, both of them look like they belong in a museum. While he looks like a marble statue carved by expert hands, she looks like a Renaissance painting, all soft, plush curves and smooth, creamy skin.
But these are works of art I can touch, and so I gently cup one of her breasts in my hand and stroke my thumb over her nipple. She lets out a little moan, biting her lower lip, and glances over at Brendon, gauging his approval.
He responds by taking the other one, rolling her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger in a way that makes Hazel whimper. I imitate the movement and she cries out, her head falling back.
I let Brendon take over teasing her nipples while I pull her shorts and underwear down over her hips. I can already see a sheen on her thighs that tells me she’s soaking wet, and I catch a sweet whiff of her arousal.
I’m tempted to stop and take a taste, but I’ve still got work to do, so instead I turn to Brendon again and finish ridding him of his clothes. When his cock springs free, I can’t resist taking it in hand and giving it a few strokes.
Brendon initially jumps, startled, but quickly relaxes into my touch while he bends to suck on one of Hazel’s nipples.
I kneel down, still working his cock with my fist. I bring the swollen head to my lips and flick my tongue out over the tip. Brendon groans in pleasure and I take the sound as encouragement to go on.
I take the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the smooth skin and tasting the salty bursts of precum. I’m enjoying myself, already getting into it, when I’m stopped.
“Hang on,” Brendon says, and I freeze, lifting my head.
“You good?” I ask, “Should I stop?”
“Let’s reconfigure a little,” he says, climbing onto my bed.
He lays in the middle, then crooks his finger at Hazel. She joins him on the bed, initially moving to straddle his waist, but he shakes his head. “No, up here,” he says, gesturing to his face, “Take a seat right fucking here.”
I like the way he thinks. While Hazel positions herself straddling his face, I join them, kneeling between Brendon’s thighs and taking his cock in my mouth once more.
I hear mewling little whimpers and moans rolling from Hazel’s throat, so I can assume that she’s settled and he’s going to town, and I decide to follow suit instead of continuing to just tease the head.
I sink down and take the full length of him without warning and he groans in surprise and pleasure.
And we continue that way for a while, Hazel fucking Brendon’s face and me blowing Brendon. My own cock is practically aching with need, but I know the delayed gratification is going to be worth it.
Before too long, though, Hazel’s cries of pleasure get louder, and I can feel her body’s tremors shaking the whole bed as her climax approaches. “Oh, right there, right there, yes,” she whimpers, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
Her words give way to an incoherent howl of pure bliss as the orgasm overtakes her. I can’t help but stop to watch, drinking in the beautiful sight of her climaxing.
When she’s no longer shaking like a leaf, she carefully slides off of him. His lips are slick with her arousal and I move up to his mouth, kissing him and tasting her. He drives his tongue into my mouth and I groan, surprised by the boldness of the action.
Finally, he breaks the kiss I turn to Hazel, who’s finally caught her breath and is enjoying the show. I lean over and kiss her, and before long, she’s pulled me closer and I’m on top of her. I pull back after a long while, panting, and turn to Brendon. “Condoms and lube in the drawer to your left,” I tell him.
He reaches and opens the drawer, ripping two condoms off the strip and retrieving a bottle of lube. “I’m thinking since you’re new to this, you should probably top me,” I tell him.
“So I fuck you, you fuck Hazel?” he asks.
“Only if that’s what you both want.”
He rips the two condoms apart and hands me one, tearing open the other and rolling it down the length of his dick, wordlessly telling me that he’s game. And one glance down at Hazel’s eager face tells me she’s on board, too.
He gets behind me and I walk him through the steps to get me ready for him. And at my instruction, he teases my asshole with lubed-up fingers, slicking the substance carefully over my flesh. I groan, and my hands are shaking as I roll on my own condom. “Fuck, you’re good at that,” I tell him.