Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2015 18:39:17 -0500
From: eric patrick <urbane69@gmail.com>
Subject: "Me, My Friend, and Her Tattoo Artist"

I have several stories on Nifty by now:

Spring Break Cruise
Daytime in the Barracks
Confidence in the bathhouse

These have all been gay experiences, heavily rooted in true encounters I've
been fortunate enough to actually have.  I'm bisexual, and this is my first
story involving a fun, and again, true (though altered) threesome I had one
winter a few years ago.

And, as always, enjoy Nifty and know that it's the amazing hard work that
relies on donations!

Feel free to email me and let me know your thoughts on this story!



I was in Seattle for a single weekend in December a few years ago.  I've
always loved the city, and I was excited to catch up with some old friends
I hadn't seen for a few years.  After several phone calls and text
messages, one friend in particular stood out: Naomi.  She and I had been
friends for a few years.  She was a Lieutenant at the Army Hospital at
Ft. Lewis, and at one point had been a nurse taking my vitals while I was
admitted.  We flirted and talked and we were attracted to each other
immediately.  Because of our rank however, we couldn't do anything beyond
that.  A year later, I was back in the hospital with a decent training
injury and under the influence of some anesthesia and painkillers when
Naomi poked her head in my room; as gorgeous as I remembered her.

"I saw your name on the charts and had to come by and see you!" She said
happily in a hushed town.  She stepped into the room and closed the door
the rest of the way.  We made small talk as best as we could, and I was
only mumbling a bit through a cheek full of gauze.  Naomi told me she was
getting out of Active Duty in two weeks, and as soon as she was out, she
wanted to find me on Facebook.  I nodded agreement and said I'd really like
that, and with a quick squeeze of my hand, gave her crooked endearing smile
and left the room.

And, now two years later, we were going to have a few beers together!  We
had messaged and texted frequently in the past two years and had become
good friends.  And, that's all it was, we had to remind ourselves.  We
lived too far apart to consider a relationship or anything beyond a
confidant/friendship association.  She had opened up about her childhood
and the road that led her to the Army as a nurse.  She, like myself had
been a wild child.  Both of us would have been hell to raise.  Tattoos
while still underage, some drinking, pranks, nothing serious but on the
rougher end of the typical teenage spectrum of experience.  When I called
to let Naomi know that I was going to be in town and free Saturday night,
Naomi couldn't have been more excited.  She was up in town from Olympia the
same day getting the rest of a sleeve tattoo done and timing would be
perfect.

And so I sat in a booth at an Irish Pub, O'Kelly's in downtown Seattle.  I
was perfectly content and half way through a good dark beer and enjoying
the music and the people at the pub.  My phone vibrated on the table and a
text said Naomi had just parked.  I ordered a second beer and sat down,
smiling with how excited I was to see my old friend.  Through the crowd, I
saw Naomi maneuver through until she saw me: she was still gorgeous!
Besides photos on facebook, I had never seen her out of her ACU's (our
uniform).  Those are always baggy, and especially modest for slim women.
Tonight though, She was looking amazing: Classy looking leather pants,
hugging her legs, and shrugging off her white fur-collareed jacket, a
vintage looking gray t-shirt, hugging her slim figure.  Naomi was athletic,
and was a frequent 10k racer.  Officers, I've always thought, are way too
fond of running!  I stood up and held out my hand for the typical "bro-hug"
I'm always comfortable with and without missing a beat, Naomi came right up
and kissed me on the cheek and embraced me in a full body hug.  I hugged
back laughing out the almost awkward realization that here we were, in
person, and out of uniform!  All the conversations we have had in the past
few years, our now solid friendship born in a Hospital ER and matured
online.

"Its great to see you, Eric!" Naomi said smiling still.

I laughed my agreement and we gave each other compliments on how we both
looked: I, solid and more muscular than she had seen, the result of a
recent deployment, spent mostly in a FOB Weight room), and her, now more
tattooed once she was no longer restricted by uniform standards.

We laughed and told each other everything there was to say.  It felt
wonderful and so relaxed, and honestly like hanging out with a guy.  Naomi,
though quite feminine, is a tough girl.  She had to be, even as a nurse in
the Army, it was still the Army, and with her affinity for café racer
motorcycles, she was a tom-boy through and through.  Her newly finished
tattoo shined with the fresh ink and after-care her artist and lathered her
arm with, and we admired all the tattoos we could show each other in a
public place.

Naomi asked then if it was ok if her tattoo artist joined the two of us at
the pub for a beer or two.  I was more than happy with her artist, Frank,
coming along.  I had a few pieces I wanted to have done the next time I was
in Seattle, and knowing an artist was always a good place to start.  A
while later, and another stout down, Frank slid on over on Naomi's side of
the table.  Frank was heavily tattooed as any self-respecting tattoo artist
should be, and, he was heavily muscled.  He introduced himself shyly
reaching across to shake my hand.  I ordered him a beer at the bar, and
while I waited, Naomi text me discreetly, "You think he's hot don't you!"

I replied "LOL ,YES!"

Naomi had long known my taste for both men and women, and she often joked
by sending pictures of athletes and random guys, as "morale" while I was
stuck in the field or travelling for training.  I looked back to the booth
we shared while I closed my tab, and she was looking over her shoulder back
at me, a big wink and twinkle in her eye.

She's a good friend, I thought, but damn, she was sexy!

"Where are you staying while you're in town?" Frank asked, happily sipping
his beer.

"I have a hotel north of here a ways" I replied.  I was clearly tipsy, and
had anticipated grabbing a cab or then coming for my car in the morning.

"Bullshit man! Crash at my place, that's where she's staying!" Frank was
slurring his words too, and Naomi laughed, nudging him on the ribs.  He
looked at her and waved his hand enthusiastically: "sure, fuck it dude, why
not! He's cool and I'm going to ink him up next time he's here!" He looked
back at me, "come on man, we can go home have a shot or two and crash out"

I was laughing at the scene and agreed: it sure beat at least a hundred
bucks for a taxi ride!  It turns out Frank was so adamant because he lived
only two blocks away, above the same tattoos shop he worked in.  We ambled
those two blocks up hill, Naomi in the middle huddled against the cold, our
breath frosting in the air.  My hand started in the pocket of my jacket,
but Naomi quietly slid her hand in and grasped it hard, discreetly.  I
looked at her and smiled, gently shouldering into her.  She smiled back,
her naturally bright and mischievous eyes looking even more so a few beers
now into our night.

Once we had climbed up the cold and slick metal stairs into Franks flat, we
shucked off our jackets and warmed back up, with a few shots of Sailor
Jerry's to warm our spirits and our bodies.  We were all laughing
hysterically by now, and Frank's sense of being an outsider between us had
disappeared.  Naomi and Frank had known each other as artist and client for
a few years but hadn't talked as much as her and I had, so it was a matter
of Frank and her comfortable seeing each other in person, and Naomi and I
knowing so much about each other from a few years of storytelling and
sharing secrets.

The three of us shared the kitchen, each telling outrageous and hilarious
stories: Naomi and I had Army stories of the stupid and hilarious shit that
only happens in the Army and overseas, and Frank had his own outrageous
tales.  Tattoo Parlors do seem like a magnet for a lot of weird characters
and encounters.  The whole time, both Frank and I noticed that Naomi kept
subtly grabbing for our hands, or a quick caress of our arms or shoulders.

Eventually, the shots and the beers had their effect on all of us, and
still lucid enough, we were all spent.  Frank pointed out that he didn't
have any blankets, and after fierce apologies he said he was more than
happy to divvy up the King Sized he had in the far corner of his loft.
Naomi and I both readily agreed, eager to be cozy and warm under some nice
down comforters.  For the sake of propriety, Frank turned off the lights to
his place, and under the city lights coming in through frosted window
panes, we quietly undressed to our boxers, and Naomi to her bra and a pair
of Franks sweatpants before crawling into bed.

 Neither Frank nor I seemed awkward about sharing a bed like this after
only a few hours of knowing each other.  Despite me being bisexual and
finding Frank a pretty good looking guy, he and I met in a normal setting,
and knowing he was straight, and in the company of Naomi, I didn't have any
thoughts towards him of trying to fool around with him.  At this point, we
were just a few cool guys having drunk too much to all get home safely.

We all sighed a great relief, feeling the weight of thick blankets over us,
warming our feet and the soft mattress beneath us, anchoring the softly
spinning room into place.  We weren't drunk, but certainly tipsy.  We all
made comedic "oohs" and "ahhs" out how comfy Frank's bed was.

No sooner did the giggling stop than I heard the quick, soft smacking of
lips and tongues beside me.  I was staring at the ceiling, and my immediate
thought was, "Frank, you lucky fuck!".  And, a second surprise: a soft but
firm hand grabbed my soft manhood through my boxers.  My heart jumped in my
throat.  I froze, and so did the hand.  I looked over at the kissing
sounds, and Naomi looked at me: a big smile on her face and that same
twinkle in her eye. "I want to have fun, Sir".  She coyly referred to me as
she'd be obligated to if she was still in the Army.

My cock was swelling in her hand, and in the two seconds it took for me to
process her statement, I turned over on my side, giving her easier access
to my cock, and easier access for me to grab at her body.  The kissing
sounds between her and Frank continued, and I pulled myself closer to her
thinly covered body.  Her hand continued working on my cock, and quickly
pulled it out of my boxers.  I slid the boxers past my knees and ran my
hands along her hips bones, protruding out from her waist and giving that
little gap between her flat stomach and the hem of her sweatpants. Naomi's
back was towards me, and as her and Frank started kissing more
passionately, his tattoo-colored arm came around and pulled her head closer
to his.  She was moaning softly into his mouth, and as my hand snaked down
into her waistline, she pushed her ass towards me.  He grip tightened
around my cock, no longer stroking it, but rubbing my head against the
softness of her pants. I grunted at the sensation on my cock, and I slid my
hand farther down her body, my fingers now tracing the outline of her
pussy, smooth and hairless.  She moaned even more heavily and pushed her as
farther towards me.  I started playing with her pussy, and finding a little
piercing, began gently tugging at it and teasing with pushing my fingers
into her, driving her crazy, still moaning into Frank's mouth.

Then, Naomi twisted her body around, now onto her back and broke her kiss
from Frank, who, without missing a beat, went to her neck and her ear.  She
smiled at me, biting her lip.  She gave me a quick kiss her tongue
playfully pushing into my mouth.

"Frank wants to have fun too, baby" She said.  Without hesitation or doubt,
Naomi took my hand from her pussy and, her hand on mine, wrapped my hand
around Franks cock.  It felt thick and warm in my hand and him and I
reacted at the same time.  I didn't pull away, her hand firmly on top of
mine, but I looked at Frank nervous at his reaction.  I jerked his head up
and looked at me in surprise.

"Ssshhh, calm down baby, we just wanna all have fun, ok?" Naomi cooed at
him, smiling innocently.  She started to slowly slide my hand up and down
on his cock, asking him if we could make him feel good together.

 Frank looked back at me, still wide-eyed: "Are you ok with this dude?" He
asked.

"I am if you are, man" I replied.

Frank didn't know, but I am unabashedly bisexual, and though I love sex
with men only, and with women as well, I never advertise what I like.
Naomi though, knows intimately.  Over the course of two years of talking,
we had shared kinky stories of our exploits, and she knew my affinity for
hung men and being fucked and sucking cock.  She had played it cool all
night though, and didn't say a thing or hint a bit towards Frank, who, I
was guessing by his reaction, had never been touched by a man before.

As my, our, stroking on his large cock continued, Frank smiled nervously at
me, and then back at Naomi, finding her mouth again and quickly French
kissing once again. She took that as permission and took her hand off of my
and started again, jerking me off.

"ohhh fuck" I softly moaned.  My free hand was trapped under me and so,
careful to not let go of Franks cock and make sure Naomi didn't stop
stroking mine, I sat up, kicking my knees under me so I could look down at
Naomi's wonderfully toned body.  Franks hands were over her body, one down
her sweatpants and the other pulling her bra off.  Her tits popped out,
somewhat small but amazingly firm and perky; and, a surprise to me, pierced
through the nipples twice, both horizontal and vertical, small silver bulbs
poking out.  Her clear pale skin made her tattoos all the more vibrant: a
full sleeve now covered her left arm, the one jerking me off, and a half
sleeve colored her right, that hand tweaking Franks nipple.  Franks
tattooed arms were running all over her body now, relishing, as I was, her
smooth firm and subtly muscular physic, always returning to tweak again and
pull at those sexy nipples she had.

I quietly asked Frank, "Are you sure this is ok?"  I loved having Franks
cock in my hand, and it wasn't me who made the move, it was Naomi, but I
wanted to be sure Frank wouldn't freak out.  Naomi looked at me and smiled,
"He loves it, don't you baby" Frank looked at her, and then at me and
looked a little sheepish.

"We're just all having fun, aren't we boys?"  Naomi bit her lip and
refocused her attention on both Frank and me.  I thought, fuck it, I may as
well ride this out!  I rubbed my thumb on the underside of Franks cock head
and he grunted into Naomi's neck.  For the time being at least, he really
was enjoying another man's touch.

I slid my other hand down to Naomi's pussy to join Franks already busy
fingers.  He had two fingers buried in the smooth hairless pussy and I
started to rub her clit and play with her lips, leaving Frank to the tight
warm sensations inside.  Naomi immediately started to moan and purr, and
her hips were thrusting up against our rough hands.  Both her hands went to
her pants, and lifting up her hips, she slid them all the way down, kicking
them off past her knees then her feet.  Here she was: Naomi, a nurse I who
had first treated me and then struck up an online friendship years ago, now
naked and, tipsy and quickly reaching orgasm beneath me and another man I
had just met; my cock was rock hard.

She grabbed the back of my hand and pressed it harder into her, moving it
just the way she needed in order to cum.  Her grip was surprisingly strong,
and her finger nails bit into my wrist, she was a girl possessed.  As she
came, her heavy moaning and grunting stopped as she held her break and her
entire body clenched tightly, the veins and muscles in her arms and body
flexing and popping furiously.  Naomi's face became a dark red and her hips
quivered and jerked almost uncontrollably, and finally, she came: a quick
squirt of her wetness flooded between my fingers, hers entwined over mine,
and then a second.  Naomi, it turns out was a squirter!  Just then, in her
third squirt, she started gasping and moaning with abandon, and she was
bucking against the bed, trying to get as much contact with Frank's fingers
buried in her pussy, and my hand rubbing against her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" She kept repeating over and over again.  After those
three small squirts of her orgasm, she seemed to regain control of herself,
and pulled my hand away from her pussy.  Frank was pulling on her thighs,
keeping them spread open while she recovered and her face returned to its
normal color, and both him and I started sucking on her tits and playing
with her silver piercings.

After a few minutes, Naomi, our ringleader, recovered.  She smiled and
started rubbing her pussy again and grabbed both our cocks.  "Whos turn is
it now?"

Frank and I both grinned, eager to see what sort of treat we would get for
having made her cum so hard and so quickly.  She looked up at me and
smiled, pulling me by my hair in for a passionate wet kiss.  "it's your
turn, baby".

Without hesitation, she pushed me down to the bed and began kissing and
licking her way down my body.  It seemed like it took her forever to get to
my cock, straining against itself and shiny with pre-cum.  She took it in
her hand, and without any ceremony Naomi took my entire cock in her mouth.
I'm seven inches, and she had no trouble deepthroating the entire thing.
My thighs almost cramped at the sudden sensation, and I saw stars, "Ohhhhh,
fuck!"  Naomi held my cock in her throat for several seconds, and
eventually came off of it, spit dangling from her mouth onto my meat.  She
looked up at me, and coyly, innocently: "I thought you might like that,
sir".  All I could do was roll my head back onto the pillows as she then
deep throated me again, just like before.

For the next several minutes, Naomi continued to bob up and down on my
cock, never swallowing, but allowing all of her spit to dangle and coat my
cock.  I was slowly losing control of my body, the tipsiness of our
drinking being amplified by the incredible sensations and pleasures my
friend was giving me.  Eventually, she came off again, and with her
trademark mischief in her eye, softly said, "Frank isn't having any fun
baby! We should all have fun tonight!", and returned to my cock.  I had
completely forgotten about Frank as soon as she took me in her mouth.  He
had been patiently admiring her skills and running his hands up and down
Naomi's back and around her ass.

I knew immediately what she had in mind when she said he deserved some fun
too, and so I grabbed his thigh and pulled it closer up towards me.  Frank
shuffled up and I grabbed his cock, pulling him the rest of the way towards
my mouth.  I felt his thighs tighten and resist, and sensing this, Naomi
came off my cock again, her lips covered in spit dangling obscenely, and
sweetly she said "It'll feel good Frank, you'll love it, I promise!  Just
do what feels good tonight ok, baby?"  She was smiling up at him and winked
that tonight will be just our little secret.  I felt his thighs quit
resisting, and as she slid her mouth all the way down my spit covered cock,
I slid my mouth over Franks thick cock head and all the way down his shaft.
I felt his thighs tense up again, but instead of pulling away, his thighs
tensed and I heard his amazement: "Ohh my god!" I held him in my throat
just as Naomi had done to me, and slowly started easing out, back and
forth, up and down on his cock.  He wasn't over large, around my size but
thick, and soon my mouth, stretched to its limit was pouring my spit and
saliva, and like Naomi, I didn't swallow, just added it as lube to his
cock, already flowing pre-cum.

We kept this up for I don't know how long.  Naomi deep throating me, me
deep-throating Frank.  Eventually as our orgasms started to build, It was
more of me face-fucking Naomi and Frank face-fucking me, and all three of
us loving it.  Frank and I were both close to cumming when all of a sudden
Naomi pulled off of my cock and rolled onto her back.  I had to push myself
off of Frank's firm grip on my neck and his fist of my hair to see why
Naomi had stopped.  She was on her back, legs splayed open almost to a
split, and she simply said:

 "It's my turn again, boys and I want both of you to fuck me together!"

Frank and I both dove at her.  No matter how good her throat was on my
cock, or how good my throat was on Frank's, we both were dying for her
pussy, still almost dripping from her squirting earlier.  She pulled her
pink lips apart, showing us her bright vivid wetness, and slowly ran a
finger up and down her pussy.  "Get on your back Frank, I'm going to ride
you!"

He took position right next to me and laid down, and I'll admit, I was
jealous that he would have her first.  But that was short lived: "Get
behind me baby and fuck me too!"  Naomi straddled Frank and once she guided
his cock to her pussy, she slowly sank onto it, gasping the whole way down.
Once he had bottomed out in her, she leaned all the way forward, and I
could see Franks thick cock imbedded in her pinkness.  Frank was already
starting to thrust small quick strokes into her, enjoying how tight and
warm and wet she was.  Naomi looked back at me, and said it was my turn.  I
kneeled up against her and lowered my cock, aiming it just above Frank's.
I felt the heat of her against my head, and started to push.  She gasped as
my head popped in alongside Frank's, and Naomi let her head hang as she
gripped the headboard, white-knuckling it as she got used to the thickness
of two big cocks in her pussy at the same time.  I almost immediately lost
it and came right there from just how hot her pussy was, and how tight she
was with Frank's cock in with mine.  It was incredible.  After I had
bottomed out as well, she took a few deep breaths and nodded her head,
"Ok."

Frank and I were both holding onto her lean hips, and we both held her
still as we started to slowly piston in and out of her.  As he slid in, I
slid out, and vice versa.  As we figured out our tempo and rhythm, we all
started our mantra:

 "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Frank and I were grunting it through gritting teeth, but Naomi was wailing
it.  She was moaning and wailing and gasping all at the same time, her
fists either white knuckling the headboard or slapping against it as she
got stretched out and fucked by two big cocks.  Naomi knew as I did, that I
loved to get fucked hard like that, but I couldn't imagine the pounding,
the pleasure she was getting from being pounded out by two cocks at the
same time.  I had been taken turns on up my ass, but had never considered a
double penetration.  Naomi right then was almost my hero, but at that
moment, all anything the three of us could focus on was the high of it all.
The room was slowly starting to spin for us from all of our drinking, and
then the hard and fast efforts of intense fucking, and all of our
approaching orgasms.

As we all got close, Naomi got even louder and started screaming "Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me!" and using the headboard to push even harder back onto
our thrusting cocks.  Frank and I were both moaning in unison, our bare
cocks sliding freely right against each other enveloped in Naomi's dripping
pussy.

All of a sudden, Naomi through her headback and sat up as straight as she
could.  She howled and reached back behind her, grabbing my hair.  We could
feel her pussy clench up and pulse as she squirted her way through another
orgasm.

The grip on Franks cock, and I'm sure the show above him and being squirted
on made him cum too.  I could feel Franks cock pulse heavily into her, and
his hot cum added to the incredibly slick wetness already, and knowing his
cock was against mine, cuming so heavily set me off.  I grunted and came
too, my hot load shooting into Naomi's used sloppy pussy with Franks.

I held onto Naomi's body tight as I came through my orgasm, thrusting my
cock into her as I shot cum into my friend.  Naomi had a firm grip on my
hair, and she torqued her head around enough to give me her mouth.  We
didn't kiss, but were both out of breath, our foreheads against each other,
hair wet with sweat.  We breathed together, panting and catching our
breath.  Slowly we both unclenched our eyes and saw each other in our most
unabashed, most humble and most glorious state of natural affection.

Our little moment was interrupted by Frank, seeing the sudden affection,
squirmed and pulled his cock out from her pussy.  I could feel how abused
Naomi's pussy was now after being so furiously fucked by the two of us.
Frank climbed out from under us and stumbled his way to his bathroom,
cleaning up.

Naomi and I both flopped down, my cock still buried in her but very
sensitive.  We held each other's faces and shared a kiss, more romantic
than depraved this time.  We stared at each other for a moment, admiring
our friendship and what had just happened so spontaneously.

Then, again without ceremony, Naomi sat up on me, her beautiful tits just
as perky but so read from our exertions.  She lifted herself off of me, my
cock now soft, and without warning, she swung her legs up and Naomi planted
her messy and wet pussy directly on my lips.  She sat her weight onto my
face and ran her fingers through my hair, whispering "Frank won't know
about this baby, this is just for you and me!"  I grunted and stuck out my
tongue, tasting her sweetness, and the hot saltiness of two big hot loads
of cum dripping out of her used pussy.  Naomi slowly rocked her hips back
and forth, rubbing her pussy up and down on my chin and my mouth, still
whispering "I'm so glad we're this type of friends baby!"

By the time Frank walked back into the bedroom, Naomi and I were softly
making out, each tasting all of our cum on each other's lips.  The rest of
the night was spent in our fitful drunken sleep, three naked bodies pressed
against each other.  Through the night, I woke up to random unconscious
groping and strokes, both from Naomi and from Frank.  By the time the
morning came, we were all hungover, and Frank was very bashful about what
had happened.

Since then, Naomi and I have maintained our friendship, albeit still mostly
online, but we still remember, and often enjoy, those sorts of adventures.