As a reader, you should know this explores my life as a bisexual man, and includes both hetero and homosexual sex. It recounts an evening shared with my lover Eric and wife Tina. It was especially noteworthy, because she found greater comfort with the relationship I shared with Eric; she even discovered an empathy and affection for him. We all actually bonded over the mutual interests, we shared.
Eric was at the house, waiting for Tina to get home; the three of us planned to have dinner. "She should be getting home soon, Do you mind helping with some stonework...I just need to move it from the garage and stage it along the path? There's beer involved."
"Yea, no problem, you know I'll help move some stone...what're ya serving?"
"Got a couple pilsners, an IPA and a witbier."
"Mmm...the wheat...I'll take the wheat beer."
I went in to grab a couple beers and he had already started. We finished with the stone and quickly polished off the first round. I returned and handed him another. We walked through the garden for a bit, before he leaned in to kiss over my neck. Things moving fast, we left most of our clothes in a pile and worked our way over to a chaise lounge. I was on top, kissing him and rubbing a hand over his dick...it was poking out of some tight, little briefs, he was wearing. We both had a thing for sexy underwear, briefs, boxers...whatever looked good...but these were beautiful on him. It was almost a shame to ruin the image, but I pulled them off, anyway. Face to face with that beautiful dick, it tightly hugged his body; and my whole body was pulsing with desire. He spread his legs a little wider and I found a comfortable position, on my knees. I cupped the balls and stroked him, slowly at first. I'm mesmerized by the sensory rush of its pulsing warmth...the weight of the balls...the swollen head, blushed with purple. In my hands, but inches from my lips, I carefully treasure every inch, as my hand caresses and strokes over the length.
I press it into my face to feel its life; and tease it with few flicks of my tongue. Eventually I took it in my mouth and continued the stroking, but used my lips to do the top half. It's safe to say that this was working for both of us. His cock surged when I pushed a finger through his muscle and stroked into the heat. I pumped my face down over him, again and again. Each time it filled my mouth, our desires were heightened. I had it poking at my throat...his breathing and groans grew with intensity and I stopped just short of orgasm. We were lovers, I could read his body, especially his moans; I wanted to make it last...we both loved to edge till the orgasm was huge...explosive...amazing. "Fuck...that's it Rob...suck that thing...dude...fuck...we need to stop...too close, already...dude, let me do you. I fuckin' need some'a that beast."
When I took his place on the chaise...I could hardly take my eyes off that big dick, glistening with spit and swaying under its considerable weight.
He stretched his mouth wide and took the first couple inches between his lips, but I felt his hands grab at my ass to pull me deeper. Inch after inch, it slid back and forth through his lips. Deep groans emerged from my throat as he fucked his face. "Fuuuucccckk...thass nice...real gooooood!"
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse through the glare of the window of the back door. It was Tina; and I could just make out that she had her skirt raised, with a hand between her legs...she was watching and enjoying everything. I don't know how long she'd been there, but I thought she was probably in heaven...I know my wife. She was turned-on and watching two guys making love, two guys that she considered hot. She always made sure I knew she had the hots for both of us...after all, we were almost fucking twins (I think it was a way she could show her approval for Eric). Anyway, I know her pussy was dripping and that clit was on fire. I didn't know whether she'd come out and masturbate for us, or just quietly watch. It didn't matter, but I couldn't help but think I could use some pussy, too (but, I knew I could count on some smokin' sex that night...first with Eric and then with Tina). She'd be fucking crazy horny.
As my mind wandered back to cock, his needs were being satisfied. But Eric was always wanting, always longing for some girth to stretch or poke. "Robbie, I wanna feel that dick of yours...you gotta put it in me...I wanna ride."
"Buddy, ride all you want...I'm always ready...look at this fucker...its ready."
"Dude, I need it...in me...fuck, I needed it in meeeeee!"
He flipped around and rubbed spit over the tip, "Fuck...that should be good." Straddling the chaise, he positioned himself over top. His asshole was tight, but I spread his cheeks and teased it by running the tip through the crack. As he pushed downward, my dick bent under the pressure, until it parted the muscle to push inward. "Ooooohhh...fuckin' put it in me...that's it put it...it...put it in meeeee...yesssss!"
Once the head was inside, his tightness worked its way down over the shaft. Its grip was so fucking tight and firm around me. Eric screamed, "Fucccck thatsssss good!" as his sphincter enveloped all of me.
"Fuck!" I exhaled as he sank it deep in his belly, all the way to the balls. Once it was all in and he was resting on me, he moaned and sat for a few seconds to just enjoy what he was feeling. "Mother fucker! That is so fucking sweet!"
He bounced up and down over me, in what could, I guess, be described as a reverse-cowboy. "Need it Robbie...pound me with that beast...pound it hard...fucking pound me...meeeeeeeee...yessssss!" With his dick flopping wildly, I could see she was rubbing faster. I wish the door had been opened and I could hear those hot little moans, that I love...I knew she was probably getting real close.
I loved the warm hardness of that cute muscled butt. rubbing against body. I met his ass by raising my hips to better feel it...and drive my dick deeper. "Fuck...I'm going to fucking cum...in you...cum in you!"
