Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2017 18:07:04 -0500
From: Ben Cross <benjythang@gmail.com>
Subject: "Ménage à What?"

	"Ménage à What?"

	Hello everyone.  I am a longtime reader, first time author.  I hope
you get plenty of enjoyment out of my story and that it is spank bank
worthy.  Just a disclaimer, this is a story that involves gay, bisexual,
and straight sexual acts.  While it is based on events I have experienced,
I changed all the names of places and locations, and I have made some
changes to timelines and whatnot.  I hope to write more over time, so keep
me motivated with e-mails and whatnot.  You can contact me with questions,
concerns, or encouragement at benjythang@gmail.com.

	"Goddamn, isn't that a beautiful sight?"  I exclaimed while wiping
the sleep out of my eyes.

	Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned
to me.  He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear.  I loved to stare at
his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect
indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light
smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled
arms with geometric style tattoos.  His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his
tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

	He turned his head slightly with a smile, "Take a picture."

	"I have plenty," I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the
plate next to him.

	"I'm sure you do.  Do you want eggs?"  He asked.

	"No, the bacon will do.  I need to shower and get to class."  I
slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

	"Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass."  He threw a piece of
bacon at me.

	Aaron and I shared a studio apartment on campus.  We were roommates
our freshmen year, then I got the studio when we were sophomores.  He had
moved in with his girlfriend, but she decided to move back home midyear, so
he moved in with me.  While it was a small space, we made do.  It was big
for a studio; the main room was big and we had a decent sized kitchen.  We
started with two futons, but upgraded to bunk beds and one of those nice
L-shaped couches.  We planned on getting a bigger apartment once we started
dancing at the night club just off campus on lady's nights, but nothing
else seemed right.  It wasn't stripping, just dancing in sexy underwear and
serving drinks.

	I decided to put off a jerk off session in the shower in hopes of
being able to fit in a quick blowjob before class.  After a quick shower, I
made my way into the main room to get dressed.

	"Fuck!  Sometimes I think I see your cock and balls more than my
own!"  Aaron complained.

	"Take a picture," I smiled and pulled up a pair of see-through mesh
briefs.  Aaron made a comment about why I would even bother covering up at
all.  I also put on a pair of white basketball shorts and a pink and white
fitted tank top with something about California on it.  Before leaving, I
slipped on my white flip flops and grabbed my bag.

	I made the 20-minute walk to class while texting with a freshmen
guy I met on Grindr a few months before.  He was good for a quick blowjob a
few days a week, but anything more than that and his clinger status
upgraded quite a bit.  He was good to go and waiting for me in a basement
storage room in the building I was heading for.  We exchanged quick
pleasantries while we both pulled our pants down and began fondling each
other.  He went straight for my balls and licked along the crease of my
thighs and taint.

	"Wish you hadn't showered, I enjoy your musk," He mused.

	He slurped and sucked like a pro, making it easy for me to quickly
harden up.  I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it in to me.  I
released when he began gagging.  I told him I had class in 10 minutes so he
needed to hurry.  He climbed up on a desk and hung his head over the edge
so I could get better access for fucking his mouth.  I reached forward and
started jacking his dick for him.

	"Gonna cum!  I'm gonna cum!"  He flipped over on his stomach and
jacked me off until I came, hitting his chin and the desk.

	When I tried to get access to his cock, he said "Don't bother, you
know I can't blow from just a blowy.  Wish I could get relief from a
quickie, too."

	"If you want, I've got a break around noon.  We could fuck in the
4th floor library bathroom."

	"Nah, I've got work.  I'll just try to find someone in the food
court during my break."

	While we got dressed, I remarked, "How much of our jizz do you
think is on the shit in this room?"

	"Enough to get us in a lot of trouble if they ever go through here
for DNA scans," He laughed.

	"Eh, I've walked in on plenty of sex acts in here, we're good."

	I gave him a quick kiss and wiped the cum off his chin with my
thumb.  I made it to class a few minutes late, but the professor never
minded.  He always started class off with a news review from last night and
I'm usually the only one who watched or read about any of it.  After
several long hours of classes, I made my way back to the apartment.  On the
way, I texted a few of the regular guys I fool around with.  None of them
were available, so I picked up some food on my way back.  When I walked
into the apartment, Aaron was laying on his stomach with one leg hanging
over the side of the couch eating the pussy of a pretty brunette girl.  He
was wearing just a pair of superhero trunks and socks to match; she was
wearing just a tank top.

	I cleared my throat with a smile, "You guys about to fuck or
something?"

	Aaron laughed, but the girl looked mortified.  He sat up, showing
off his very erect bulge, while she grabbed a pillow to cover her exposed
kitty.  "Hey, Ben, this is Erica, our new neighbor!"

	She awkwardly smiled and nodded in my direction.  I threw down my
stuff and said hello.  "Do you guys mind if I hang out on my bed back there
and crash, I'm dead tired and don't want to have to go find something to
do."

	Aaron smiled, "Dude, join us, this show is fucking great!"  Erica
gave him a reluctant look and then agreed.

	I jumped on the end of the couch, on the other side of Erica.  The
show ended up being ridiculously boring, so Aaron started getting handsy
with Erica.  She giggled and began fondling his growing bulge.

	I started to get up to excuse myself, but Erica grabbed my arm and
told me I didn't have to go.  "If you both don't mind a devil's threesome,
I don't."

	I could see the twinkle in Aaron's eye when she was the one to
suggest it.  We did this pretty often.  He'd go find a girl while I was
out, get her home and start her off in time for me to get home, hoping
she'd be up for the both of us.  It worked more than most would think.
There were a few girls who came back for more, but he found thrill in the
hunt for new conquests.

	I slid off my shirt while she leaned in and began to kiss me.
Aaron resumed his position from before and, while I couldn't see him, I
could hear him enjoying himself.  Erica kissed down my chest and stomach
while I slid my shorts off.

	In no time, she had my underwear around my ankles and she was
sucking my cockhead while jerking my shaft.  Aaron shifted and knelt
between Erica's legs.  He pulled the front of his undies down, unleashing
his large dick.  I reached into the drawer of the end table and pulled out
a condom, then tossed it to Aaron.  He rolled it on and maneuvered himself
into a missionary style position over her while sliding in his dick.  Erica
moaned onto my cock as he began thrusting himself into her.  Aaron licked
her nipples with small flicks of his tongue.  He softly fondled the nipple
he wasn't licking with his thumb.  I kicked off my underwear, then shifted
my leg under her back so she would be more comfortable at the odd angle she
was in while sucking on my dick.  She cupped and massaged my balls while
she continued sucking my head.

	We continued with this arrangement until Erica needed to shift.
She jerked me off while she made out with Aaron for a bit.  He sat up on
the couch and slid his underwear off completely just before Erica straddled
his legs on her knees and lowered herself onto his dick.  She bounced on
him while I stood over Aaron, one leg on each side so she could suck me
off.  The bouncing proved to be difficult for her to keep up while sucking.
With each bounce, I'd get a scrape of teeth.  She began making circular
motions with her hips.  I tired of standing, so I sat next to Aaron.  Erica
pulled herself off Aaron and moved onto my lap.

	I grabbed my dick so she couldn't put it in her vag.  She gave me a
questioning look, so Aaron answered for me, "He's not quite into that."

	"How do you want me, then?"  She asked.

	"Let's just say, my pendulum swings both ways... It just swings a
little more toward the guy side."  I smiled.

	"Oh... Do you want me to blow you still?"

	"Actually, do you mind sharing me?"  Aaron suggested.

	"If you fuck him, who's going to fuck me?"  She play-pouted.

	"Well, he'd actually be fucking me." Aaron said.

	"Wait, you're both gay?" She exclaimed.

	"Not totally, he's semi-bi and just likes anal play, and I never
question or turn down a blow job."  I smiled.

	"This just got too weird," Erica got up and started putting on her
clothes.  "Next time don't bother getting a third when you can just fuck
each other!"

	"But I'm all about the pussy!"  Aaron called after her as she
stormed out.  "Well fuck!"

	"Do you want to finish things up, or am I going to have to just
jerk off."

	"Nah, I'll just blow a load in the shower.  I'm feeling kind of
funky right now."  He got up and went to the bathroom, kicking off his
socks on the way.

	I got up and climbed up to my bed.  After getting situated, I
pulled up some porn on the internet and jerked off until I felt the sparks
shoot through my veins and the warm ropes of cum falling on my stomach and
chest.  I wiped myself off with a corner of my sheet and rolled over to
fall asleep.  I was out before Aaron was done with his shower.

	Screams of terror filled the room.  I jumped up and climbed off the
top bunk.  Aaron was in the middle of a night terror, jerking side to side,
and screaming.  I climbed in next to him and got under the blanket so I
could hold him.  He stopped shaking and screaming as soon as I wrapped my
arms around him and pulled him tight against me.  I softly cooed while
holding him tight.  His sleep talking slowly diminished, but not before I
fell asleep with him in my arms.  Aaron had a difficult and abusive
childhood.  He had night terrors almost every night, but they weren't
always as loud and difficult.  From the first night we were roommates, when
he would start screaming, I would comfort him.

	Aaron's shifting woke me, "You get lonely last night, or night
terrors?"

	"The latter," I let go of Aaron so I could lay back and air out my
balls.

	Aaron sat up, allowing me a great view of his hairy back and top of
his ass, "Fuck, I'm sorry."

	"You know it's all good."  I patted his back before getting off the
bed and putting on a pair of boxer briefs from my drawer.  "You good?"

	"It was bad," He wiped a couple tears from his cheeks, then got up
to put on a muscle shirt and running shorts.  "I'm going for a run."

	"Looking to get laid or something?  Your cock bounce is going to be
obvious going commando in those shorts."  I said with a playfully
judgmental look.

	Aaron looked back with a devious smile, "Always, brother.  Always."

	After Aaron left, I put in my ear buds and turned on an alternative
mix.  I collected all the laundry in the apartment and made my way to the
laundry room down the hall.  Erica was on the other side of the hall with a
few boxes.  She waved, so I smiled back and continued with my task.  The
laundry room was hot and smelled like pot from the guys who lived next to
it.  While working, someone tapped on my shoulder, making me jump on the
washer and scream.

	"Sorry!" Erica winced.  "Do you need to borrow a shirt or maybe
some pants while doing the wash?  I've got a box of clothes in the hall
right now!"

	"Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!" I took a deep breath.
"Does my gay body offend you?  Wouldn't want to make things too weird for
you again."

	Erica held up her hands, "It was just a joke!  I just wanted to
come and apologize for last night."

       "No need to apologize, you were uncomfortable.  Whether it be
because you're a prude or a homophobe, it's of no consequence to me."

	"That was harsh," She frowned.

	"You ran like you had just seen a disgusting beast as soon as you
found out there would be any sort of guy on guy contact was pretty harsh,
too," I turned to continue with the wash.  "And for the record, Aaron is
bi.  Enjoying some ass play doesn't make you automatically gay."

	"Well, I'm not the one who sets a threesome trap with my roommate.
You think I didn't see through your little ruse?  One of you brings a girl
home under the guise of the roommate being out and then the other shows up
out of nowhere.  I'm not as na‹ve as you guys think I am."

	"Fine... but you were obviously okay with the 'trap.'  You were
then one that suggested it.  And I must say, you have been one of the
fastest to be good with it."

	"Again, ouch," She pouted.  "You guys are hot and were ready and
willing.  I've never had a threesome with two guys and figured I'd go with
it."

	"So, you've had threesomes with other girls, then?" I smiled.

	"You're gay, so what does it matter to you."  She grinned.

	"Touche!" I finished setting up the wash.  "Do you want some help
with the boxes?"

	"Actually, do you have anything to drink?  I'm exhausted."

	We made our way back to the studio.  Erica looked through the
cabinets for snacks while I made mimosas.

	"You have mimosa ingredients readily available?"  She questioned.

	"Bitch, I'm gay.  Mimosas are life."  I laughed.

	For the next two hours, we sat around talking about everything.
She was a junior like us and moved out of the dorms mid-year because of an
obsessive RA who creeped her out.  She questioned Aaron's anal tendencies
and I spilled about the fact that I didn't know until the end of our
freshmen year.  I walked in on him getting pegged by his girlfriend from
behind.  We didn't actually cross the sex line until the day after he moved
into my apartment the next fall during a marathon drinking session.  We
talked about many of our sexual conquests and threesomes came up.  She was
impressed by the number of girls who allowed Aaron and I to share them.
She laughed hysterically at the stories of the girls who turned us down,
especially the ones who did after finding out Aaron and I wanted to show
each other attention.  I made sure to point out her hypocrisy, but she
denied it and excused it with the fact she knew it was a trap.  When Aaron
walked in, we were both laughing about a girl who said she'd pray for our
sinful souls.

	I whistled, "Somebody just had sex!"

	"How would you even know?" Erica demanded.

	"Notice the extra-tousled hair, the post-sex smirk, the scratch
marks on the arm, and the faint mark of a cum stain on the front of his
shorts."  I explained.

	Aaron smiled, "He calls it every time."

	"I just tend to stare at him a little too much.  Who wouldn't?"  I
replied.

	"Hello Aaron."  Erica smiled.

	"Is this an admission of regret?  Back for seconds?"  Aaron walked
over and drank the rest of my mimosa.

	"While I do regret the fact that we didn't finish what would have
been an amazing time, I did not appreciate your little trap."

	Aaron laughed in response and shed his clothes on his way to take a
shower.

	Erica fanned herself with her hand, "Goddamn he is fucking
beautiful."

	"Tell me about it.  I just wish he was as into cock as he is
pussy."  I sighed.

	"I have to get to class, but what are you up to later?"

	"We both work.  You should stop by.  It's lady's night at Star
Dust, and you'll get half off martinis and cherry bombs just for having
boobs and a vag."

	"I'm not 21 until next week."  Erica frowned.

	"There's an under 21 section where you can drink free pop till you
pass out; you can join me.  I'm 21 in a month and a half.  Aaron just
started in the bar section last month."

	"Maybe I'll show up."  She winked and walked out.

	I got dressed and walked into the bathroom, "Hey, I'm heading to
class.  The laundry's done and I'll be back in time for the pre-workout."

	Aaron waved through the glass to acknowledge he heard me.  My class
was boring, so I texted a few friends and played some games on my phone to
kill the time.  The only time I listened was when the professor got to the
yellow slides, which meant the information was important.  He did that for
handouts, too.  Anything important came on yellow paper.  Supposedly,
yellow is good for memory.  After class I met up with a good friend of
mine, Tommy.  He was queerer than a three-dollar bill and enjoyed himself
some nail polish and eye liner.  We fucked a few times in the past, but he
considered me to masculine for him to be in a relationship with, so he kept
me as a friend who enjoys exchanging pictures and videos of random acts of
sex.  Over coffee, he shared a couple pictures of a drag queen sucking his
dick and a video of him fucking one of the football players from our
school.  I shared two videos with him.  One of me blowing a guy with a
micro-penis, and the other of me getting fucked by a truck driver in his
cab.

	"Fuck, Ben! You're still cruising at the truck stop?  You are going
to get arrested or killed one of these days!"  He feigned concern.  "But
I'm so fucking jealous.  They'd chase me out of there with pitchforks once
they saw how fabulous I am!"

	"You know I love a chubby trucker.  Especially the 'straight' ones
with pictures of their wives all around their cabs.  That was a Grindr
hookup, though.  No truck stops lately."  I laughed.

	"I'm so going to save this one for my spank bank!  He does need
some lessons, though.  He's clumsy as fuck.  There's just no technique."

	"He was fast, too.  Came in under three minutes."  I laughed.

	"So, when am I gonna get something from your roommate?"  He begged.

	"The answer is the same every time.  Not going to happen."

	"You wound me!  He's fucking godly!  I've seen the bulge.  He's got
to be huge!"

	"He is godly, and he is huge.  He is not totally into guys, though,
and I wouldn't do that to him."

	"I'll wear a dress!  I'll even tuck my dick for him!"

	I stood, "I've got to get going, and still a no."  I gave him a
kiss on the cheek and walked off.

	Before I was out of the coffee shop, I got an alert on my phone.
It was a picture of Tommy's dick with a wink emoji.  That man is not afraid
to whip out his cock for a cockie wherever he is.  I ran home and walked in
on Aaron already getting a start on the workout.  He was doing a handstand,
but his body was completely straight up and down.  I pulled off my shirt
and shorts, leaving me in my boxer briefs.  Aaron pulled himself down into
a crane position without wavering.  He truly was godly.  I did my normal ab
workout and admired his perfect form.  After holding the crane for a bit,
Aaron transferred to the firefly pose.  I watched his impressive, muscular
body slowly moved so that he was lying flat on his mat.  When he finished
his breathing routine, he sat and watched me do crunches.

	"Your form is weak because you're not breathing enough."  He
critiqued.

	"Thanks Mr. Miyagi."

	"Just saying," He stood and went to the drawer where we kept our
work underwear.

	Yes, we share underwear for work.  That shit is expensive, and we
can fit into most styles the same.  He went with a bright yellow pair of
trunks.  I went for a colorful cross between a brief and a trunk.  I tended
to lean to the more scandalous side and have been told to change before and
get told the "we're a dance club, not a strip or sex club" speech.  We both
put on gym shorts, skipping the shirt and drove in my car to the club.
After a once over by the manager, a few of the guys were told to trim up
errant body hair.  One would think that the guys would realize they should
check themselves before coming in, but there are always at least three or
four guys who get pissed off about having to do a quick trim.  The manager
does not want to see pubes hanging out of the edges of your underwear.  She
warned me and another guy to keep things classy and to try to invest in
more appropriate attire.  After the okays were put through, we all waited
around for the party to start.  One by one, we were called out when needed.
I was second to get called for the under 21 side, but Aaron was always a
first; even now on the bar side.  I spent the night dancing, flirting, and
partying.  It was quite possibly the best job out there.  Erica showed up
later in the night.  Since there were plenty of guys out there, I got to
spend my time dancing and hanging with her, only needing to go for drink
runs on occasion.

	About an hour before closing, there was a small scene on the bar
side of the club.  Everyone was watching Aaron and the manager exchanging
furious words.  He ended up storming off to the back room in a rage.  Erica
asked if I needed to go, but I told her it was on him and that he probably
got too handsy with a customer.

	When closing time came, the club cleared and we quickly cleaned up
the place.  After collecting my share of the tips, I went to the back room
to put on my shorts and say goodbye to everyone.  Nobody knew what exactly
happened with Aaron before, just that he left angrily.  Erica was sitting
on the hood of my car when I came outside.

	"Mind taking me with you?  I wanted to make a sign that said, 'will
blow for ride,' but thought it was tacky."  She joked.

	"If the blow job is off the table, you can walk your happy ass back
home."  I returned.

	"So, what happened with Aaron?  He was the life of the party over
there before shit hit the fan."  She said while climbing into the car.

	"Not too sure, I guess we'll find out in a bit if he's home."

	"God, that was so much fun!  How many nights do you do that?  I've
never been there before."

	"Just on the lady's nights.  Aaron sometimes picks up other nights,
but the tips aren't near as much.  It's fun and I love it, but I've got to
say that it is hard to follow all of the rules.  You've got to keep up
perfect shape, underwear cannot be too revealing, boners are an absolute
no, absolutely no sexual contact, we have to use the back-room bathroom
only to prevent hookups, no taking numbers or contact information from
customers, and a whole slew of other items on the no-no list."

	"What?  That sounds ridiculous! I mean I get the whole hookups
during work rule, but if I find guy hot, I'm going to give him my number!"

	"We're a dance club, not a strip or sex club," I laughed.  "We get
that speech all the time."

	"Jesus, sounds more like a convent... I mean a convent with almost
naked men grinding on people, but how asinine!  So, you've never picked up
someone there?"

	"I'm a bit of a rule breaker.  I've taken a lot of guys home.
Everyone does."

	When we got back to the building, Erica and I made our way to the
studio where we found a fuming Aaron.  "What happened?" I asked.

	"Fucking bitch sent me home for being inappropriate."  He raged.

	"What was so inappropriate?"

	"I popped a boner..."

	"That's it?"

	"I was finger banging a girl... but I didn't think she'd catch me!
We were in the thick of the crowd and dancing."  He shot Erica a dirty look
because she laughed. "What are you doing here anyways?  If you want to fuck
us, say it.  Quit hanging around like a pathetic beggar."

	"Hey!  What the fuck, man?"  I shouted.

	"What?  She's been hanging all over you, begging for a second go
all fucking day.  It's sad, really."

	"Fuck you!"  Erica screamed as she lashed out and punched Aaron
directly in the nose before storming out of the apartment.

	"Asshole," I followed her to hers across the hall.  "Sorry about
that."

	"Eh, he's pissed.  I get it."  She shrugged and fell onto her
couch.

	"You're not more pissed about it."  I was shocked.

	"Why would I get mad?  He's mad, and honestly, he's kind of right."

	"That you're a pathetic beggar?"

	"Basically," she sighed.  "I fucked up last night and I think I
missed out on something really great."

	"We've never left a girl disappointed."

	"Wanna fuck?"

	"You're missing something I look for in a person."

	"I've got a hole that needs filling.  What else could you need."

	"I've got a hole that needs filling, too."

	"Oh, I figured you were a top," She said before explaining because
of my questioning look.  "Aaron said you would be fucking him yesterday."

	"I just enjoy sex.  Top... bottom... It all goes out the window for
sex.  I mean, sure there are plenty of guys who prefer one or the other,
but at the end of the day, it's just a preference."

	"Exactly... It's a preference."

	"Yes, but I just don't like the look of vagina.  It looks like an
angry sea monster."

	Erica snorted out a laugh, "Really?  A sea monster?  It's a pussy,
not a creature.  There's nothing you find attractive about me?"

	"I am a bit of a boob man.  They're a lot of fun."

	With that, Erica slid off her shirt and undid her bra.  Her breasts
were average sized and perky.  She had small, pink nipples that were
already hard.  I sat next to her and gently caressed the bottom of her left
breast while massaging her nipple with my thumb.  She let a soft moan
escape and worked her other breast.  I leaned in and took her nipple in my
mouth, flicking my tongue over it.  Erica breathed deeply with every flick
of my tongue.  I maneuvered so that I was kneeling in front of her and
resumed my nipple lick session, but on her other breast.  I began massaging
her other breast and nipple with my hand.  Erica held on to the top of the
couch behind her and gave way to the moaning.  I massaged her clothed
crotch with the side of my index finger, while rubbing my thumb over where
her clit would be.  Erica was lost in the pleasure, begging me for more.  I
began roughly rubbing her clit, and quickened the licking of her nipples.
Switching between both of her breasts.  Erica got louder and her hips began
rocking.  When she let out her last breathy moan, I moved up and kissed
her.  She grabbed onto me and flipped us so I was sitting on the couch.  We
made out while she grinded herself against my already stiff cock.

	"Somebody's ready to go," Erica whispered into my ear before biting
my lobe.

	"Condom?"  I asked, feeling almost instant regret about it.

	Erica ran to the bedroom while I slid off my shorts and underwear.
She returned, having shed her remaining clothing.  I didn't take too much
notice of her the night before, as I was more focused on Aaron, but she was
beautiful.  She was short with long brown hair.  Her breasts seemed even
bigger with her standing there in all her naked glory.  Her stomach was
flat, no true muscular definition, but not chubby in any way.  She kept a
shaved vagina that didn't look as monster-like as others I had seen.

	When Erica approached me, she pushed me back onto the couch and
knelt over me.  I took the condom and ripped the wrapper, but she took the
rubber from me to roll it onto my dick.  She kissed me while adjusting
herself so my dick could slowly enter her.  I kissed down to her breasts
and began kissing and licking her nipples.  It was more aggressive this
time, more instinctual and animalistic.  She grabbed two fistfuls of my
hair and began to ride my cock hard.  With every downward motion, she would
gyrate her hips, allowing my dick access to every part of her inside.  The
feeling was definitely different than with a man.  With an ass, it's much
tighter and not as soft.  I also love to have that physical connection with
men.  While I can appreciate the feminine form, I swoon for men.

	I took over when I felt that I wasn't getting enough out of it and
carried her down to the floor.  She cried out, begging for me to keep up my
thrusting.  I could feel her arch her body up so that our bodies didn't
have any space between.  We worked together to get her to a second orgasm.
I held myself up with one arm while the other was wrapped around her back,
pulling her into me.  I was thrusting long and hard into her.  Her legs
were draped over mine.  She moaned into our kiss.  A low and guttural moan.
I could feel her body vibrating into mine.  She bit my lip until I could
taste pennies.

	When her body finished climaxing, I pulled myself out and flipped
her over.  She knelt in front of me, allowing me to enter her from behind.
I crouched on the front of my feet and pressed my hands into the small of
her back to keep me upright.  My thrusts went from the slow and steady pace
of before to a quick and forceful movement.  With every slap of skin, she
cried out, mostly unintelligible moans and pleads for more.  My orgasm
built quickly, and I unloaded my load into the condom with several hard
thrusts.

	I collapsed on the ground next to Erica.  She kissed me, then moved
down to remove the rubber from my dick.  I giggled and moaned as she sucked
my cock clean, then licked my perfectly manicured cock bush from cum that
pooled when she pulled off the condom.  She came back up for a kiss,
sharing some cum she had cleaned with me.  We lay there for a few minutes,
her resting her head on my chest, breathing heavily and kissing softly.

	"So, is it still an angry sea monster?"  She joked.

	"I'll adjust my comments to an angry sea sponge."  I laughed.

	"Sea sponge?"

	"Yeah, it's soft and spongy up there."

	"Oh god... Was it okay, though?  Are you suddenly straight?  Did I
transform your gay ways?"

	"Nah, I'm still swinging the other way.  Just more open to future
possibilities, I guess.  I couldn't cum until I got you from behind.  I'd
get close, but it just wasn't the same."

	"I did twice!"

	"Girls don't cum!"

	"Sure we do!  It's just an inside job.  It's the whole wetness
thing.  I'm shocked you've never fucked a girl before, you were great."

	"I just did the same shit I'd do with a guy, just in a different
hole."

	"Maybe if we do it again I could wear an Obama mask."

	"Fuck, I'd cum before we even got naked," I laughed.

	We talked for the next few hours before I walked back to my
apartment.  I checked my phone once I got in bed and cursed when I saw that
it was after 3 AM, knowing I had class the next morning.  Aaron was already
passed out in the bottom bunk.  I laughed to myself when I thought about
the fact that I had actually just had sex with a girl.  I've been blown by
them and fingered them, but I've never actually fucked them.  I still stood
by what I told Erica, though.  I was still all about that cock.