I was home that Saturday evening when Fynn, my boyfriend, wrote me a message asking if I was home. I usually waitress on Saturdays, so it was normal that he should ask. I told him I wasn't home, even though I was, because I wanted to surprise him with a chocolate cake that I had bought for him and put in the fridge.
I hid in the kitchen until I heard the front door open, but to my surprise I heard two male voices entering the house. They were speaking quietly, one of them was my boyfriend. The other guy was, as I came to realize, his colleague Don from work, whom I had already met once before. Don had blatantly flirted with me once at a party in front of Fynn, upsetting him, which is why I never expected them to ever speak again, let alone hang out together.
Something was awkward about how they made their way through the house. They were quiet with each other, instead of the usual boisterousness Fynn usually displays with his friends who come over. I looked on with curiosity, as they reached the living room and I was able to see them across a small gap in the corridor without being seen myself. As I said, they didn't speak very loudly, but if I listened closely, I could hear what they were saying.
-Are you sure she's not here? -asked Don.
-Positive. -Said Fynn. -She just sent me a text message, she's at the restaurant now, she's working.
Having explained this to Don, my boyfriend, Fynn, got on his knees and began to undo his co-worker's belt buckle. I covered my mouth trying not to make a sound, completely shocked at this unexpected spectacle. What was Fynn doing?
Soon thereafter, he even pulled Don's jeans down to his knees. Such a view was also utterly unexpected, surreal, and like nothing I had witnessed ever before: My boyfriend was kneeling in front of a guy he didn't even like, and he had just pulled his jeans down. What was going on?
Soon, my shock was replaced by morbid curiosity as things developed. Don stood there in his underwear, and I liked the view. I loved the look of his bulge in that tight pair of white briefs, and I could tell his penis was bigger than my boyfriend's, but I still didn't understand what was going on completely between them.
They both remained silent, as Fynn stared at Don's bulge, still on his knees. The angle from which I was spying on them was so fortunate, that I also could tell that Fynn's penis was erect under his summer shorts. Don's penis was pointing downwards under the cloth, and it was becoming harder and harder, growing by the second, becoming more and more erect, fighting the oppressive fabric holding it down. I instinctively tried not to look at all this, but Don's bulge was such a delicious sight that the temptation got the better of me.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I then saw how my boyfriend started to kiss Don's bulge, slowly, and with great shyness. It was unheard of to me, but somehow also arousing to watch. I'd never thought my boyfriend to be capable of something like that, especially with Don, a guy who had humiliated him by flirting with me, his girlfriend, and whom he probably disliked.
There should be, I concluded, a good reason for Fynn to be doing what he was doing, but what was it? Could it be that he had a secret gay crush on Don? Maybe that was the reason why he didn't stand up to him that time when Don flirted with me in front of him. Or maybe he had lost a bet with Don and he was paying the price. Whatever the reason, he did not seem in love with Don, although he was obviously enjoying what he was doing.
I saw enjoyment in my boyfriend's face as he continued to plant very quiet and shy pecks on Don's masculine bulge, kissing all along the cloth covering Don's penis, until reaching the waistband of his underwear, then up and along the hairy trail towards Don's bellybutton, then back down to his underwear-clad penis again.
My boyfriend did this several times, kissing up and down, over and over. This was probably the first time he did this to another man, which explained his shyness, but he evidently liked it, and I was starting to enjoy watching, too. As they continued, I put my hand under my skirt and started to gently rub my pussy through my panties, my eyes fixed on Don's bulge and my boyfriend's lips kissing it.
-You like it, don't you, Fynn? -I heard Don say, trying to belittle Fynn and get him to say "yes" as he kissed his penis through the cloth.
Fynn nodded, but he did not verbally respond as he kissed Don's bulge more, hoping Don would stop pestering him, but Don didn't give up.
-Man, Fynn, you look so gay down there... -said Don, as Fynn nodded again, obediently kissing Don's bulge again and again. Don looked down at Fynn with a mischievous expression on his face as Fynn's kisses resounded across the room.
-You like it, Fynn, I know you do. Say that you like it. -Insisted Don, to which Fynn not only nodded but also clearly uttered the words Don demanded to hear.
-Yes, Don, I like doing this to you... -He said.
Don smiled with satisfaction and Fynn continued kissing his bulge, more loudly and intensely than before, visibly aroused by his own emasculation and sexual submission to Don.
I still felt a bit shocked at the sight of my boyfriend kissing another man's cock, right there, in my own living room, but honestly, I think it would have been worse had he been screwing another woman, under my roof. I never would have allowed it to go on, but since he was with another man, I was turned on from it, especially since Fynn didn't seem to be the one in control.
-Yeah, that's it, kiss it. -Said Don, and then he said something else too quiet for me to understand. This went on for a few moments: Don stared down as Fynn kissed and even licked his penis through the cloth, without relenting and without complaint.
-I like that girlfriend of yours, Fynn. -Said Don, as Fynn continued to kiss his bulge, which now more closely resembled a tent, his breath heavy with arousal and excitement. This comment about me got my undivided attention and I started to listen even more closely than before to what Don was saying.
