Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 15:16:30 -0400
From: Mike Hampton <uwsmike29@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two-on-One

This is a true story that happened about 2 years ago. Names and some details
have been changed to protect the innocent. The usual disclaimer stuff
applies: Do Not Read This if you are under 18 (or the age of majority in
your jurisdiction), if your jurisdiction forbids stories of this sort or if
you are offended by stories of gay sex between men.


TWO-ON-ONE


My name is Sean. I'm 24, about 6 feet tall, with short, wavy blond hair and
brown eyes. I weigh about 170 pounds, I've got what people call a swimmers
build, which means I'm on the thin side, although I have real definition in
my chest and 6 pack abs. My body is smooth except I've got a nice brown
pubic bush, and a nice bush under each arm. My legs are pretty hairy too.
People say I look a little like Chad Lowe.

When I first moved here after college two years ago, I became good friends
with a guy named Justin. We met at a party and started hanging out together,
and then, when Justin's roommate moved away, I moved in and we became
roommates. Justin is a year older than me, he's got blue eyes and dark blond
hair that he keeps real short - sort of a military style buzz. He's about 6
foot 1, and built like a brick shithouse - probably weighs around 200
pounds, all his veins pop out. He's got a little hair on his chest, mostly
around his silver dollar sizes nipples, which he usually shaves cause it's
so little it kind of looks pathetic, and a nice treasure trail below his
navel.  He looks kind of like a buff Chris O'Donnell, only with shorter
hair.

When we first met, it was the usual straight jock guy friendship - we'd go
to the gym together, play basketball, and go hit the bars at night to pick
up chicks. We liked each other, talked about work and girls, but it never
got very deep or below the surface.  We were just 'buds.'

At the time, I'd had a few experiences with guys - always with 'straight'
friends - the usual
get-drunk-blow-each-other-pretend-nothing-happened-in-the-morning
routine. I knew I checked out guys and girls, but I was pretty sure it was
either just a phase, or that most guys checked out other guys and no one
was purely heterosexual.

I thought Justin was pretty hot though, and we talked about sex all the
time. Sex with girls that is. A few times we'd both picked up girls and
brought them home together, and there were 2 times that we teamed one girl,
although he and I never touched each other - just the girl.

Still, the sight of his 7 inch cut dick with its big mushroom head pistoning
into some girl's twat or mouth, would get me even harder. His muscles really
stood out when he fucked too, and damn if I didn't want to push the girl out
of the way and go down on him myself.

But I didn't. Instead I jerked off thinking about him all the time. I always
made it a point to be around him when he was showering or changing, just so
I could see him naked. I'd even take the t-shirts he wore to the gym or to
play ball from the laundry when he was out, and put them over my face while
I cranked my cut 6 incher. Justin usually wore some kind of cologne- usually
Georgio Armani- and the smell of that mixed with his sweat was a serious
turn-on.

And then one night everything changed.

Justin was working as a personal trainer at the city's most posh gym while
he figured out what he wanted to do with his life - he was 23 at the time,
and had only been out of college a year. His schedule was pretty flexible
and on days when he didn't have early morning appointments, he could sleep
until 10. So he'd often smoke pot or have a few drinks on those nights - he
wasn't abusing anything, but working stiffs like me usually couldn't afford
to get that fucked up on weeknights.

One Thursday night, however, Justin succeeded in getting me very high. We
were sitting on the couch with just some Umbro shorts on, no shirts,
watching a (straight) porno video - one of his clients was in the business
and kept him well supplied - and we were both getting hornier and hornier.

On the screen, a trashy looking Asian girl was giving head to some buff
blonde guy with a big fat dick, her bright red lips bobbing up and down.

"Damn, Sean, I could use some of that," he said, rubbing his bulge through
his shorts. We'd seen enough of these movies together that we were
comfortable being hard around each other, but we always retreated to our
respective bedrooms to jerk off.

"Yeah, bud, me too." I replied.

"So Sean, why don't you come over here and help me out, man, I want to see
your little blond head bobbing on my cock."

We often teased each other like this, usual straight boy stuff, so I didn't
really think anything of it.  "It'd be the best head you ever got, dude."

"Yeah?" Justin said, cupping his crotch his hands. "Put your money where
your mouth is, boy."

"Nah, you come over here," I said, joking around.

And then Justin did something that blew me away. He stood up, walked over to
me and thrust his crotch in my face.  His hard cock was clearly visible in
the shorts. "Here it is boy. It's all yours."

Our joking had never gone that far. Justin had crossed a line, and I could
feel the electricity, the spark in the air. I could also feel my dick get
hard as a rock.  "You think you can handle it?" I asked him, afraid to
actually meet his gaze.

"I can," he said. "Can you?" And then he thrust forward and rubbed his hard
dick against my lips.

"Well, let's see," I said, still not believing that his was happening. I
reached out and pulled his shorts down in one fell swoop. Justin's cock
bounced out and brushed my cheek. There was some pre-cum on the tip, and I
licked it off, then bobbed down on it, taking about three or four inches
into my mouth. His crotch smelled sweet - he obviously sprayed some cologne
down there, and I pistoned up and down, trying to take more of him in my
throat.

After a minute or two of this, I pulled back to work on the head, running my
tongue around the ridge below his fat mushroom head, and teasing him by
sticking the tip of my tongue in his piss slit.

I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Come on,' he said, finally making eye
contact with me. "Let's get comfortable."

With that, he shucked off his shorts, and I did the same. I followed his
round bubble butt into his bedroom, where he lay down on his back and spread
his arms out behind his head.

I climbed over him, so that our dicks touched, and bent down and started
kissing his face, first his eyelids then his nose and his lips. He kissed me
back half-heartedly, and whispered, "No, dude," his hands pushing my
shoulders lower.

Figuring this was my one and only chance at him, I went to work on his
nipples. Justin had very big nipples, possible from working out so much, and
as I licked on them and sucked on them, I could tell they were very
sensitive. He moaned slightly and his hard dick fluttered up and down
against my stomach.

His hands pushed my downwards again, but I stopped to get a quick lick in on
the curly brown hairs under his arms. The smell was intoxicating- I loved
the way Justin smelled- and my dick was soon doing its own little dance.

I worked my way with my tongue from his pits back to his nipples and then
down to his belly button, Justin's hands urging me lower all the time.

When I got to his thick brown bush, I moved much lower - to his thighs, and
began kissing and licking my way up them, rubbing my stubbled face against
him, so he'd remember it was a guy doing this to him. I finally took his
balls in my mouth, slowly, one at a time, while I rubbed my index finger
against his taint.

His balls were average size, but relatively hairless, so I was able to get
both of them in my mouth at once. "Damn, that feel so fucking good," he
moaned.

Unable to hold out any longer, I grabbed his dick with my left hand, and
slowly plunged back down on it with my mouth, sinking down slowly until I
hit my gag reflex, and then working it in further, so that my nose was
buried in his pubes.

Justin started taking over then, grabbing my head and pumping his dick in
and out of my mouth. His precum was really leaking by now and I tried to get
him to slow down. I looked up from where I was laying and saw that he was
covered in a fine layer of sweat, his muscles tighter than ever, the veins
on his arm popping out.

I slowly made my way up and down a few more times, before Justin began
thrusting again like a man possessed. I grabbed his thighs to steady myself,
as he continued his assault, moaning loudly as he dumped three shots of cum
into my mouth. It was salty, it was Justin's and it was delicious.

I swallowed most of it, and let a little run back onto his stomach, where I
proceeded to lap it up.

"Dude, thanks," Justin said to me, after we'd caught our breath. "I always
wanted to try sex with a guy, and Sean, man, you give head better than any
girl I've ever been with.  You've done this before, haven't you?"

"No," I lied. I didn't want him to think I was a big homo or anything.

"Then how'd you get so good at it?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, far too embarrassed to tell him that it was
because I'd been practicing this day in my head for the past 6 months.  "I
just did stuff that girls have done to me that I liked, you know?"

"Yeah, but damn did it feel good."

"So," I asked him, looking down at my still-hard dick, "you gonna return
the favor?"

"No dude, sorry," he said, very matter-of-factly. "I'm not into doing that,
okay? If you want to jerk off, there's some tissues and some lotion over
there.

And then he walked back into the living room.

I jerked off laying in his bed, thinking about what we had done. And then
jerked off twice in the bathroom at work the next day, and three more times
when I got home that night.

Justin and I were a little weird around each other then next few days - very
reserved and careful, like we were walking on eggshells. I figured that
night was a one-time deal and resigned myself to the memory.

But three nights later, Justin called me into his room. He had obviously
been getting high (he had his bhong out) and he was naked on his bed, slowly
stroking a hard on.

"Sean," he said, "I want you to blow me. I'm fucking horny."

"And what makes you so sure I'll say yes?"

"Cause you loved it, boy. I could tell.  Now get on this bed and get to
work, Sean, I'm dying here."

He was right. I did love it. And so I scooted up onto the bed, got between
his legs and sucked him for all I was worth, swallowing his load again this
time, and jerking myself off as I was blowing him, so I came just before he
did, something that seemed to really turn him on. "I can't believe you shot
just from blowing me," he marveled. "That is so fucking hot dude."

We fell into a routine, of sorts. About 3-4 times a week, sometimes more,
Justin would get high and call me into his room to blow him. During our
fourth session, he let me work two fingers up his hard white bubble butt, so
I could massage his prostate as he came.

The situation was definitely weird. Most of the time, we were regular
straight jock buddies, scoping chicks, shooting hoops and otherwise hanging
out. But then at night, I turned into his blow job bitch and he wasn't real
romantic about it- I'd come in, blow him, and when it was over he'd thank me
and send me back to my room.

This went on for 4 or 5 months, and I have to admit I was pretty happy about
it. I loved sucking Justin off, and I was getting really good at it- if he
was into it, which  he usually was, I could keep our sessions going for a
half hour or longer.

Then one night, while I was blowing him, Justin reached behind me and
started playing with my ass. He put a little lotion on his finger and worked
it into my hole, which made me suck him that much harder, especially once he
started sliding a second and then a third finger up my chute.

"I want to fuck you tonight Sean," he announced. I was seriously turned on,
but also kind of shocked- both at the request and at how straightforward
Justin was being.  "Get up on your knees dude," he said, pulling his fingers
out of my hole and slapping my ass.

I got up on my knees and Justin got behind me.  "Go easy Justin, remember,
you're taking my cherry."

"I know, buddy, I know. It's not like I've never done this with a chick.
That's why I was loosening you up with my fingers."

He reached into his night table and pulled out a bottle of WET, coating his
dick with it, and then using the same three fingers to work it into my ass.
It felt nice the way his fingers slid right in this time. "You ready man?"
he asked, running his dick up and down my crack a few times before I felt
the head pressing at my hole.  "Now just relax and push back like you're
taking a dump, okay?"

"Yeah," I muttered. As turned on as I was, I was scared it was going to
hurt. And while I'd thought about Justin all the time when I jerked off,
getting plowed by him wasn't usually the main feature.

"Relax, buddy," he said quietly, rubbing his hands across my back and
shoulders. "It's me, man. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? No way do I want
to hurt my buddy Sean. You're my best boy, right?"

As he was rubbing my shoulders and talking to me, he was slowly pushing his
dick into my hole. I pushed back and the head made its way past my
sphincter.

"That's the hard part, Sean," he said, patting my back as if I'd just sunk a
three-pointer. "Now just get used to it for a minute, and soon I'm going to
be fucking you nice and good."

True to his word, Justin soon began a nice, slow steady stroke in and out of
my ass. It didn't really hurt, although it did feel uncomfortable at first,
like I had to take a really big dump and I couldn't get it out.

But that soon changed over to pleasure as he picked up the pace. I could
feel myself getting hard, and grabbed the lube off the bed and started to
stroke myself as Justin pumped me, squeezing his dick with my ass muscles as
he moved in and out.

"Damn Sean, you are a pro," he moaned, and shifted positions slightly so
that his helmet head rubbed against my g-spot. A few more strokes and I was
shooting all over the covers in what had to be the most intense orgasm I'd
ever had. "Fuck!" I moaned. "Fuck!"

"Sean- you shot dude?" Justin asked, with surprising disbelief.

"Yeah," I moaned.

"Fuck, that is so fucking hot, man! You shot from me fucking you! That is so
fucking hot!"

Justin picked up the pace and really began slamming my ass, moaning louder
and louder as his orgasm grew nearer.  Finally, he let out one final shout
and pulled out, shooting his wad all over my back and my hair.

"Man," he said, collapsing on my back. "That was fucking hot. I can't
believe you creamed from me fucking you. Damn!"  He ran his fingers through
my hair, stopping long enough to rub the cum in, then jumped up and slapped
my ass. "Come on man, let's hit the showers and then get some pizza or
something. I've got the munchies something awful."

The routine started again. Justin would fuck me at least twice a week,
sometimes twice a day, but otherwise treat me like nothing was different.

It was the same every time. I'd smell the bhong in action, and within a half
hour, he'd call out "Sean, come in here, man. I want to fuck you."  Just
like that, as if it was the most natural, common thing in the world.

I was loving it though. I realized now that I was bi, and while I still
occasionally dated and/or screwed girls, I knew that nothing gave me a more
intense orgasm than the ones I had while Justin was inside me.  Sometimes
I'd shoot twice while he was fucking me- he called it giving me multiple
orgasms- and it was hot as all hell.

The only thing that was a little worrisome was the Justin was getting
cockier and cockier when we were together. After about a month, he stopped
pulling out when he came and started shooting inside me. Neither practice
was at all safe, and while Justin always wore condoms with girls (as far as
I knew) I wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was up to otherwise. At
the time I didn't think twice about it, but looking back in retrospect, it
was pretty stupid and I am very lucky.

He really got off on shooting inside me too. He'd tell me he wanted to
"breed me," or as he was coming, he'd whisper in my ear "I want to get you
pregnant Sean, I want you to take my seed."

We switched to him fucking me with me on my back most of the time, and as he
got close to orgasming, he'd grab my head and start sucking face with me
really passionately, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as quick as his
tongue did.

I loved it too, loved how I could feel his cum when he shot inside me, and
how good it felt when we made out, like the whole act was something more
than just mechanical.  I became a good bottom too, keeping a supply of
Fleets in my bathroom that I used whenever I smelled the bhong in action, so
I'd be clean when we went at it, and also making sure we always had plenty
of Wet.

The hottest session I ever had with Justin though, happened about 8 months
after he started fucking me.

We were hanging out one day, when his friend Brandon stopped by. Brandon and
Justin knew each other from the gym, Brandon was a really hot Jewish guy who
was working at the gym as a trainer part time to make some extra cash while
he was in law school.  He was definitely the hottest of Justin's friends
too, and he was always very friendly to me.

I was 22 then, and Brandon, who was 25, seemed much older. He was about 6
foot 2, with wavy dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He looked a lot like a
young Warren Beatty, only he was much more buff- not as defined as Justin
(few people are) but definitely cut and solid- I'd say he weighed around 210
or 220 and had nice broad shoulders and a v-shape. He had a hairy chest too,
not too hairy though, probably the same amount as Matt Dillon or Ben
Affleck, with nice big dark pink nipples.

The three of us went out to play basketball, we had a bunch of good games,
including a 5 on 5 "shirts and skins" full court with some other guys from
the neighborhood, and I was definitely getting turned on watching Justin and
Brandon get all sweaty. Especially Brandon since I'd never seen him without
a shirt on.

After the game, Brandon was going to split, since he had nothing to change
into. "Dude," Justin said, "just grab a shower here, man. I'll give you a
pair of Umbros to wear and you can free ball it until you get home."

With a little encouragement from me, Brandon agreed, and soon we were all
hanging out in just our shorts, digging into some good Chinese food and a
six-pack.

Halfway through the meal, Justin pulled out his bhong, and pretty soon we
were all high as well. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Brandon though, he
looked so hot with his shirt off, with his big shoulders and arms. He had
straight hair under his arms that grew pretty thick and a nice treasure
trail on his stomach.  Plus, every so often I could make out the outline of
his cock inside Justin's old shorts.  Justin caught me checking Brandon out
a few times, and winked at me the last time, a move that left me kind of
puzzled.

"So Brandon," Justin said. "Remember that guy Keith I used to train?"

"The porno king?"

"Yeah, him. He's fucking loaded dude. But anyway, he was always giving me
free videos from his company and all."

"Yeah?" Brandon said, looking a little embarrassed. "You still have them?"

"Damn straight," Justin replied. "You think we should crack some out for our
guest here, Sean?"

"Sure," I said, as a warm feeling spread over me. I knew exactly what Justin
was thinking. Well, sort of, anyway.  "Let me get some out," I said, "and
Brandon can pick one he wants."

"It's okay," Brandon laughed, again seeming a little embarrassed. "Why don't
you guys just put in a really hot one."

Justin went to the closet where he kept them and came back with one that
featured a lot of sucking and butt fucking (heterosexual sucking and butt
fucking, that is.)  He'd once watched it while he was fucking me and it
seemed to really turn him on.

We did another round of bhong hits and Justin fast forwarded to "the good
stuff."  We were talking and joking at first, but pretty soon Justin and I
were stiff as boards. Brandon too, but he was sitting to try and hide it.

"Dude, it's cool if you have a woody," Justin told him.

"Really Brandon, you'd have to be dead to watch this shit and not get horned
up."

"That's cool," he said, and relaxed back into the chair. "I am so fucking
horny." His dick stood straight up inside the shorts. It looked to be about
as long as Justin's, but the (obviously) circumcized head looked a whole lot
thicker.

I must have been staring too long, because Brandon looked over at me and
said, "You like that Sean?"

"It's pretty damn big," I said, a little embarrassed to be caught, but even
more turned on by what might have been starting.

"Like a beer can," Brandon joked, grabbing it through his shorts. "Shit," he
laughed, " I shouldn't touch it. I'm so horny, I might not be able to let
go."

On the 52-inch TV screen, a blond girl with huge triple-D tits was giving
some young guy a blow job. The camera came in for a close-up as her tongue
flickered over the head of his cock.

"Damn, that'd feel good," Brandon said.

"Why don't you let Sean do that for you, B?" Justin asked. "He loves to suck
my cock and looks like he'd love to suck yours."

If I wasn't so stoned I might have said something or even hit Justin. But as
it was, I just said there, stunned.

"Yeah, right," Brandon snickered.

"I'm telling you, he does man," Justin insisted. "Sean, you tell him."

Brandon looked up at me from the recliner where he was sitting.  "Yeah, I
do," I heard myself say. My voice must have been shaking as much as my body.
"Let me take care of you."

"I'm not gay man."

"Neither am I," said Justin. "But Sean gives the best head you've ever had.
He does me like 3 or 4 times a week."

"Shit, no wonder you're always smiling."  He looked over at me again.
"Thanks anyway dude, but I don't think I could handle it."

"Brandon man," Justin continued. "I know you haven't had any in at least a
month, you been so busy studying for tests and all. You must be dying for
it. Just let Sean take care of you. You can pretend it's Tiffany Titties or
whatever her name is that's gnawing on your bone."

"I-I can't man."

"Hey, just watch how good he does me," Justin said, as if I weren't even in
the room.  "Sean, come over here and give this man a demo."

Despite myself, my legs carried me over to where Justin was standing in
front of Brandon. I got down on my knees, pulled Justin's green shorts down
and started licking Justin's cock up and down, finally taking the head into
my mouth.

"Holy shit," Brandon said. "I can't believe this is happening. You guys do
this a lot?

"All the time," Justin said. "It feels so fucking good too, B. Sean gives
the most amazing head. Why don't you just try some?"

I was getting more and more turned on by the way Justin was talking about
me. So turned on, that I reached over and started rubbing Brandon's cock
through his shorts. He tried to push my hand away, but I kept it there, and
he stopped, letting me reach inside the waistband a rub his dick.  I slowly
pulled off of Justin and turned towards Brandon, pulling his shorts down
below his balls and swallowing as much of his fat cock as I could get down.

"Ohhh, maaannn." Brandon moaned as he lifted his hips up to let me slide his
shorts off.  His crotch smelled delicious, just sweet and clean. I ran my
tongue around the thick head and tasted his pre-cum.  Brandon's dick was
just a little shorter than Justin's, but it was much thicker around. I had
to open my mouth very, very wide to get him in, and I wasn't sure how I was
going to get him in my throat.

His cock tasted so good though, I wanted to have it all, so I slowly eased
my head down on it, loosening up my throat, so that soon my nose was buried
in his thick black pubes.

"He's got you down to the root, dude!" I heard Justin exclaim. "Didn't I
tell you this guy was an amazing cocksucker?"

"Yeah... shit" Brandon moaned. "No chick has ever gotten me all the way down
like that. I never thought... I mean Sean is like a babe magnet."

"Yeah, he still gets pussy," Justin said. "He only does this for me... and
now you."

I continued my assault on Brandon's cock, licking the shaft like a lollipop
and sucking gently on his big heavy balls. I ran my hands up his chest,
raking the hair with my fingers and pinching his nipples. Brandon responded
by running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my back.  I pulled his
legs apart and licked at his taint and his hole, feeling him squirm with
pleasure as my tongue worked is way into the pink.

I'd heard Justin leave the room and was aware that he'd just come back in
when I heard Brandon ask him "Now what are you up to Justin?"

"You'll see," he said, and then felt another hot flash run through me as I
heard the now-familiar splish-splash of Justin applying lube to his cock.
"Sean has other talents," he said, and then yanked my shorts down to my
knees and off. I felt him crawl between my legs and then felt some cold lube
at my hole, followed by the head of his cock. A few seconds later, Justin
was inside me, pumping away.

"You're fucking him?" Brandon asked, the slightly hysterical tone of his
voice giving away how freaked out he was.

"And he's giving you head, B. So what? Sean has the nicest, tightest ass
here, man and it feels a whole lot better than any pussy and a hell of a lot
better than my right hand."

Justin began pumping away. I couldn't believe I there in my living room, on
my knees, with one of my dream studs in my mouth and the other in my ass.
My cock was leaking pre-cum without me even touching it.

"Dude, Brandon, man, you have to try this," Justin moaned, picking up the
pace of his fucking a little. "It's just so nice and tight and sweet."

"It's Sean's ass, Justin."

"Yeah, and you're fucking his mouth, Brandon. Come on, you have to try it,
I'm telling you, it's the best screw you'll ever have."

"I don't know..."

"Come on man, you don't know what you're missing." I wanted Brandon in me
bad. I picked my ass up in the air and started squeezing Justin's cock with
my butt muscles. Justin moaned theatrically and told Brandon "he does things
with his ass to your cock that you won't believe. Come on man, you've got to
try it."

"What the fuck," Brandon sighed. "You cool with that Sean?"

"Yeah, Brandon," I said, looking up at his big brown eyes. "I really want
you to fuck me."

"Damn," he chuckled and Justin pulled out of me to give his friend room.

"See, put some of this lube on," Justin told him. "And then just go in slow
at first. Let him get used to it. Then just pump away. He can handle it."

I felt Brandon's hairy chest against my back, as he moved himself into
place. He put the head of his cock against my hole.

"Let him push back on you Brandon," Justin called from the sink, where he
was washing himself off.  "You're fucking beer can thick, so let him take
it."

I wanted Brandon in me really bad, so I pushed back against his cock and
felt it pop into my ass.  He was much thicker than Justin, and it felt a
little weird at first- I felt very full, but as he pumped, it felt
incredible- he was rubbing against my g-spot with every stroke and I was
leaking pre-cum by the bucket.

"You okay with that?" Brandon asked me as he started to pick up the pace?

"It feels great Brandon. Just keep fucking me," I moaned.

"Feels awesome for me too man."

"See, I told you, B," Justin gloated, as he came over and ran his cock along
my lips. I opened up and inhaled him.  Soon we had a rhythm going, Brandon
and Justin were moving in and out at the same pace, and I was feeling hotter
and more turned on than I ever had in my life.

After about 15 minutes, Justin tried turning me on my back so Brandon could
fuck me that way while Justin sat on my chest and fed me his dick. After a
little bit of that, Brandon said he liked the original position better, so
we switched back.

I was in heaven, getting fucked at both ends by these two studs. Another 15
minutes went by, and I felt Brandon slow down.

"What's the matter dude?" Justin asked him.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

"So?"

"So I don't want to shoot inside him."

"Fuck that. I shoot inside him all the time. I tell him I want to impregnate
him."

"Okay," Brandon moaned. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."

With that, he started ramming my ass, driving his fat cock in and out as I
clenched my butt cheeks and gave him more resistance.  Justin started
fucking my face harder at the same time.

"Ohhh maaan!" Brandon cried out as stream after stream of his hot cum filled
my hole.  As Brandon was cumming, Justin grunted and shot his wad down my
throat. I pulled off to catch some on my tongue and twirled it around my
mouth.

Brandon gave one final thrust that rode over my prostate and that was all it
took. I started spasming and shooting all over the place. Only my hand
hadn't been anywhere near my cock. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever
had, and my whole body was shaking.

"Did you see that Brandon?" Justin asked.

"Yeah. Did I do that to him?"

"We both did. Shit. Did you like that Sean?"

"Yeah, " I told him, still gasping for air. "It was fucking incredible."

"That's my boy," Just said, slipping his arm around me, as we sat back down
on the sofa buck naked to watch the rest of the movie, Brandon's cum slowly
dripping out of my ass onto the leather cushion.

Brandon moved back to the recliner and I could tell he was getting weirded
out by what he'd done.  He split about an hour later, and more or less
stopped coming by our house after that.

I blew Justin again after Brandon left - he didn't want to fuck me since he
said I'd be too loose after Brandon was in me.

Justin and I lived together and fucked constantly for another four months
after that, but it just got too weird pretending to be straight all the
time, so I moved out and on to other adventures.  But my first years here
will always be etched in my memory.