Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2008 11:58:47 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART SEVEN

     As it turned out, the next day was busier and more complicated both at
school and at work than I'd anticipated.  I hadn't gotten around to sending
Chance an email.  I had called, but his cell phone was turned off.  I
didn't leave a message. I'd intended to call when I got home, but kept
putting it off.

     In a way, I think I was unconsciously putting some distance between
us, although I didn't realize it at the time. I kept telling myself I'd
call soon, or he'd call me, but neither happened. Then, one day turned into
the next, and neither of us contacted the other until, the days turning
into weeks, I saw his name come up on my cell phone one night.

     At first I started not to answer. Julie had invited me over for a
drink, and I was just about to leave the apartment. I hesitated, but
decided to take the call.

     "So," Lance replied as I said hello, "what have you been up to?  I
waited for that email, but finally gave up. How've you been?"

     "Oh, fine, I guess. And you?" I asked, going out on my balcony,
looking in the direction of his apartment. "I've been meaning to call, but
. . . things keep coming up."

     "Yes, well, I knew there was a reason. I wanted to call too, but
figured you needed some space.  So I didn't."  Listening to his voice, I
hesitated to respond, a flood of memories rapidly filling my mind.

     "I was wondering if maybe you could come over tonight," he suggested.

     "Oh," I replied softly, trying to think what I should say. "No, I
can't tonight. In fact, I'm just leaving right now." He was nice about it,
but we hung up shortly after that, making no definite plans. I left for
Julie's apartment, across town.

     When I got there, I found out another guy was coming over too. Julie
said she couldn't get out of inviting him. She wasn't sure what he had in
mind, but suggested he'd probably be interested in a three way with the two
of us.

     "Like Jeff used to," she lamented. "I miss those times.  Remember?  He
used to get me ready to take yours."
     I didn't especially like this new development, but it was obvious she
wanted to accommodate the guy, for her own reasons.  That I wasn't
interested in doing, but agreed to wait and see what happened.

     "You might like him," she kept saying, as she made me a drink. "I told
him about you, and he seemed very interested in meeting you. He's married,
but has his own life too, if you know what I mean.  Actually, he's a lot
like you, I'd say."  She giggled, her face flushing.

     "Like me?" I asked, looking at her, surprised.

     "Yes," she replied, looking at the bulge in my jeans. "I guess you
could say he's also fully equipped."  I drew a sigh of relief, slightly
embarrassed.  I don't know what I thought she'd say, but that wasn't it.

     About that time the doorbell rang. She opened it and in walked a guy
who looked nothing like what I'd imagined he would. Tall, well built, broad
shoulders, he seemed Middle Eastern, maybe Israeli, with olive skin and
large brown eyes.

     Embracing Julie, his hand on her butt, he gave her a kiss.  She
introduced him to me as Armand.  We shook hands, and he apologized for
crashing our party.

     "No," Julie exclaimed.  "We're just having a few drinks and relaxing."
Then, looking at me, she said,"I'm glad you'll join us."

     I nodded my head and the three of us went into the kitchen where she
made him a drink, and we talked for a while. I was surprised he seemed to
have so much in common with me. Not only did he attend my college, but he
was familiar with the gallery I worked for.  His wife was somehow related
to the owner, in fact.  We hit it off right away.

     After several drinks, Julie asked if we wanted to watch some videos on
her new wide screen television. Since her television was too heavy to move
and located across from her king size bed, it was obvious what she was
suggesting, at least to me.  Armand just smiled, but I suspect he knew all
along. That's why he came over.

     "No," I quickly responded, not interested in a threesome. "I think
I'll call it a night. I'd better go home and catch up on some homework for
school." Julie looked disappointed.
     "No, please," he coaxed, taking my hand, "You must. I'm looking
forward to this. Some of the things Julie's told me about you have really
caught my interest."

     I shrugged, both of them staring at me, and then smiled. Taking that
as an agreement, Julie told Armand to pick out a tape and, going into the
bathroom, left the two of us alone in her bedroom.

     Looking over the titles of the DVDs on the shelf, Armand began
unbuttoning his shirt, eventually pulling it out of his pants. Then,
undoing his slacks, he stepped out of them, standing only in his underwear
as he chose a video.

     I just stood there, watching silently but beginning to feel
pressured. So far everything had gone pretty well, surprisingly relaxed and
casual, but I had the feeling things were going to change, and soon. Both
of them were clearly getting ready for the three of us to have sex. I'd
given it some thought, but still hadn't made up my mind whether I'd join
in.

     I was willing to have sex. That's why I'd come over, but I preferred
not to make it a threesome. Armand was an okay guy, I thought. I really
liked him. But I was reluctant to go that far with him. It was true Jeff
and I had shared Julie together before, but both our attention had been
focused only on her, not each other as well. From some things he'd said
earlier, I had the uneasy feeling Armand's interest was in both of us,
especially me.

     "What's wrong?" he asked, folding his slacks and putting them on a
chair. "Are you not up for this tonight?" I shrugged, but not knowing what
to say or do, just smiled apologetically and said nothing.  His manner
changed abruptly.

    "You know," he confessed, picking up his slacks again, "maybe I
shouldn't have come over. I didn't mean to barge in on you. Julie just
asked me, and I didn't give it enough thought."

     I looked at him. He seemed so embarrassed, I immediately regretted
making him feel uneasy and unwelcome.

     "No, that's not it," I replied, for reason undoing my jeans. "I don't
know why. I'm just a little uncomfortable with this. It's silly, I know."
     "Oh, of course," he said, nodding his head. "I think I know your
problem. We both know Julie, but neither of us knows the other. Isn't that
it?  You're shy, and maybe a little modest with a person you just met?

     "No," I responded, pulling off my jeans. "I don't think so. That's not
like me."

     He shrugged, pulling off his under shorts, conspicuously displaying
his rather large, uncut dick, highlighted by a thin tan line which scored
his groin. Then he looked at me, obviously wanting to see my reaction. I
looked toward the door, wondering why Julie was taking so long.

     "No, really," he continued. "I understand how you feel, but it could
get to be a problem later on, and it's not a problem we can't solve easily
right now." He moved slowly toward me, his dick swaying against both his
thighs as he moved.

     "Tell you what," he suggested, "while we're alone here, let's get to
know each other better, physically. That'll help you get rid of your
inhibitions and make this easier for you. But first, let's get rid of that
underwear."

     I stood there, surprised by his boldness and reluctant to pull them
off.  He waited patiently, but then, without inhibition, began to slide
them down over my groin.  I just stood there, stunned, but at the same time
painfully aware my swollen genitals were spreading against my thighs. He
gazed down at them, obviously liking what he saw and anxious to get
something started.

     Looking again toward the door, trying to decide what to do, I sensed
his hand on my flaccid dick, fondling it in his fingers while his other
hand moved my own hand over his already firm dick.

     I was amazed, hardly knowing what to say. I'd never dreamed he'd be
this casual about it. He seemed so straight and normal, but there he was,
openly amusing himself with my dick while I stood there, frozen, holding
his in my hand.

     "What's wrong? You must have felt another man's genitals before. Go
head and feel of mine.  You don't even have a good hold on it.  Here," he
said, placing his hand over mine, squeezing it against his dick.

     I pulled back as soon as I felt it swelling inside my hand but, moving
closer to me, he grasped the base of my dick, firmly stroking it full
length as he spoke.

     "Relax," he urged quietly. "Our dicks are a lot alike and should feel
about the same, but with a little difference too. See what I mean? Roll it
around in your hand like I'm doing yours and enjoy that feeling. You know,
it's possible to enjoy each other's body as much as Julie's, but you'll
have to let it happen."

     Slowly coming to my senses, I let go of his dick and worked his hand
off my rapidly expanding shaft, which he did not willingly give up.

     "Look," I exclaimed, pulling up my underwear, trying to stuff my then
semi hard dick back inside. "I came here to fuck Julie. But I'm not
interested in playing your games."  He looked at me, blankly.

     "Why are you getting upset?" he asked, the whole time moving his hands
on some part of my body. "I know that's why you came here.  That's why I
came here too. I just think everyone will get more out of this if you and I
are `in sync' as much as you and I are with Julie.  I'm just trying to
help."

     "No, no," I sneered sarcastically, with a little laugh, as I pulled on
my jeans. "That's not what you're doing. You're getting off messing with my
dick and expecting even more of it later. Well, I've got to be honest with
you. I'm not interested in that."  He looked at me, puzzled, considering
what to say.

     "I'm a little confused by what I've been told," he replied. "I thought
you and Jeff liked having sex together, with Julie.  I naturally assumed
the two of you were sexually, shall I say, comfortable with each other.
Was I wrong?"

     I stared at him, amazed to learn he knew Jeff. That, I had not known.

     This put a different light on what was happening then. Immediately I
began to wonder how much more he might know about me, things that Jeff
might have told him, or Julie, for that matter.

     Rather than leaving, I decided I might be better off to play along
with him, and Julie too, at least for a while, and see what more I could
find out.
     "Well, look," I replied, smiling at him, "maybe I'm overacting. I'm
sorry. I didn't know you were a friend of Jeff's."  I waited to see what
he'd say, but he was too busy trying to get me naked once again, skillfully
unbuttoning my jeans.

     "That's okay," he said, working his hand inside my crowded crotch,
trying to grope my meat through my underwear. "I thought this might take
some time. I think Julie's probably taking so long in the bathroom just to
give us more time alone together to work this out."

     Struck by what he said and annoyed by his constant efforts to push my
jeans down further, I pushed his hand away, stepping back from him.

     "Here," I exclaimed, taking over. "Let me do it."

     He watched as I pulled them off but, realizing I wasn't going to take
off my underwear also, he walked over to the bed, lying across it as Julie
came back in the room. Then I went into the bathroom, leaving the two of
them alone.

     I stayed as long as I could, hoping to give him enough time to get
off, and when I did return, they were actively involved, showing no signs
of cooling off. I thought about just leaving all together. They wouldn't
notice until it was too late. My plan was to take my clothes in the living
room and then slip out. But that didn't work.

     "Come on, Lover," I heard Julie say, stretching out her hand and
pulling me down onto the bed. "Take off those shorts and join us."

     Leaning back on the bed, I lifted my hips up, sliding my underwear off
my feet, my dick and balls rolling back against my stomach, Julie's hand
quickly massaging my dick up hard until I felt Armand quickly pull out,
falling back on the mattress, gasping for breath.

     Turning toward me, Julie straddled my body on her knees as she worked
my dick inside her. Paying no attention to Armand, I relaxed my head next
to his, moving my hands up her torso, squeezing her firm tits in both hands
as she rode my then hugely swollen dick, obviously enjoying the ride but
not yet willing to take my whole dick.

     At some point, I felt Armand get out of bed, probably going into the
bathroom. Pushing deeper inside her, I turned us over, Julie on her
back. Then, taking control, I thrust deeper and deeper inside her
relentlessly tight body as vigorously as she'd allow me.

     As always, the sensation was incredible, almost painfully gripping the
swollen head of my dick and radiating up my shaft until spreading
throughout my groin. I had to focus my mind to keep from cuming, at times
pulling all the way out and then sliding slowly back in as far as I dared,
or as she'd let me.

     On one pull out I paused a moment, resting on my knees as I leaned
over Julie, my butt lifted as she pulled my face down to her breasts,
wanting me to suck their hard nipples. My hugely swollen genitals were left
hanging freely from my groin.

     Suddenly I became aware Armand was fondling my balls, hanging low and
seductively heavy between my legs, but ignoring him, I continued to suck
her nipples, enjoying the way she jerked and reacted to their sensitivity.

     Then I felt Armand's hand on dick, pulling it back between my legs
until he could get his mouth over the head, licking the juices from its
hugely swollen mushroom and then sucking it until, about to cum, I leaned
back, desperately trying to force it out of his mouth.

     As soon as I had, I slid my hands up under her butt, lifting Julie up
enough to work my dick back inside her, thrusting once more in her body
until I felt an irresistible urge to cum that I knew I couldn't hold
back. I was about to cum.

     Quickly withdrawing, I pivoted my body to the side, resting on one
elbow as I felt Julie's arm around my head, holding my face buried in her
tits. Then suddenly I felt Armand's mouth sliding down over my impossibly
swollen dick, his tongue swirling relentlessly around the very sensitive
head.

     Surprised and confused, I didn't have time to think. Within seconds, I
felt my load empty into his mouth, almost choking him with several surges
of cum, one after the other gushing over his tongue as he teased it for
more, milking it firmly up from the base until it hurt so bad, I forced him
off my dick with my legs

     I wasn't sure if Julie knew what was happening or not, but I doubted
then, and still now, that she was not fully aware of it. At any rate, I
doubt she cared. In fact she may have instigated it for some unknown
reason. She may have known Armand would take it and enjoyed watching him do
it.

     As soon as I could get my dick out of his mouth, I turned back against
the bed, holding its still swollen fullness inside my hand, and at the same
time, feeling Armand mounting her again, essentially taking up where I left
off.

     Greatly relieved, in more than one way, I sat on the edge of the
bed. Then going into the bathroom, I cleaned up, getting ready to
leave. When I came out, they were still active, this time with Julie on her
stomach. Taking my clothes, I went into the living room and dressed,
leaving shortly thereafter without their knowledge.

     It's hard to explain how I felt going back to my apartment. I'd gotten
off, not the way I'd expected to, but thoroughly. In fact, I felt not only
drained, but empty, not having gotten anything to take its place. I felt no
real satisfaction and was also stuck with the feeling of being tricked and
used.

     I guess I'd felt that way earlier in my life, perhaps all of it, but
didn't know the difference then, never having had anything else. That I'd
only begun to learn in the last few months.

    Tonight I should have gone where I wanted to go, but didn't have the
courage to say so when I had the opportunity.  Next time, I promised myself
I would.


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