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My name is Joel, and girlfriend's name is Meg. It's all her fault.
When she first told me that I should try a bit of anal arousing I thought it was a joke, then I wondered if she thought I was gay, even though we were having sex at the time and she seemed to be having fun. Meg more than assured me that she didn't think I was gay.
"But, I mean, I'm your girlfriend. One of my friends likes to do it to her boyfriend, honey. She says it's cute how he likes it. I wanna see if you do."
"Her boyfriend is gay."
"He is not, okay. He is a jock like you, all manly and everything, his name is Eric. You're more handsome, of course."
"Meg, forget about it."
Meg let it go, for some time. Just as I thought I shouldn't worry about it, Meg started to give my asshole a very nice massage. Me? I actually didn't care, cause I was too deep with my cock in her mouth to do that. She knew I liked to watch her go all in with my 5 inches, but Meg never actually liked to deepthroat. But now she was doing her best to distract me.
The trade seemed fair.
I fucked Meg's mouth hard. I had to give to her, she took it like a pro and kept her finger in my ass. I came in her mouth eventually, but she didn't stop. I began to really enjoy her small finger in my ass. It was inside, being careful, too thin and small to hurt.
"So you do enjoy it, don't ya?" She laughed.
"Fuck off," I said, taking her finger out. I missed it instinctively. I took my cellphone and ignored Meg for a while, driving her crazy. She hated to be ignored and forgot all about what had happened. I didn't.
"Honey, hey, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Talk to me, please."
"What?"
"There's going to be a party tomorrow night."
"You're not going," I said, looking her right in the eyes.
"Yes, I will" she answered. She seemed indignant with my possessiveness and defiant at the same time. "It's up to you if I'm going alone."
I sighed.
"College is coming back soon."
"Oh please, Joel. You're the one who's always saying 'fuck college.'"
She had a point. I wanted to go to a party anyway, I was just fucking with her.
Meg had to go a few minutes later. I accompanied her to the door, kissing her goodbye. I watched her walking away, not really enjoying how much of her body those shorts were showing, not really complaining.
After she disappeared from my sight, I looked across the street and saw that my new neighbor was looking at me. A weird looking guy, black, with dreads. He waved and I waved back. I couldn't really point out what it was that bothered me in his look, even after I got back in, I still felt like he was still staring at my body. I didn't like to feel that intimidated by men I barely knew. Maybe because he was black? Maybe I was racist? I don't know. That train of thought made me feel uncomfortable.
I came back to my bedroom and looked through the window. Finally I could stare without him looking back at me. He was very skinny compared to me, actually. The contrast between us was very large. I was blond, muscular, handsome. It was funny how I acted so timid, then. Almost afraid.
As if to emphasize what I thought, the black guy looked right at my window, making me jump face down on the ground, barely managing to not drag the curtain with me. Fuck.
I got up slowly and looked again after some time. He wasn't looking at me after all and I was just paranoid. Just as I was about to stop looking at him, Billy, another neighbor and really good friend, approached the guy. I don't know why that got my interest, but after Billy looked around the street to see if there was someone, he touched the black dude's dick.
The black man smiled at Billy and stood there, letting Billy feel him up. My mouth hanged open as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Billy shouldn't be doing that. That was wrong. Then the black guy opened the door of his house, and slapped Billy's ass. He promptly entered the house, seemed eager to.
The black guy looked right at my window, smiling friendly. Right then I understood why he looked at me in a weird and invasive way.
After that I went to jerk off. While I was at it, I kept thinking about Billy, the way he touched that man's dick, getting slapped in the ass like a bitch. What the hell was he doing? Didn't he have a girlfriend? Did I miss something? And what was happening inside the house? What were they doing? I had a pretty good idea, but damn... The universe seems to be trying to fuck me up.
No matter what I tried to think, all sorts of women, my girlfriend sucking me off, or fucking her pussy, my mind kept coming back to Billy, who apparently liked to be the little bitch of some black guy. That thought was very effective at making my cock scream for attention. A friend that I had for so long and never really suspected anything was now getting slapped in the ass and touching dicks...
It was hard to admit that those things were turning me on. So I let it all out with the second explosion of cum in that day and pretended that it never happened.
Still naked and belly wet with cum, I went for the window one more time. But there was nothing to see. The curiosity was killing me. Billy was my friend, I knew Billy, maybe he had an explanation.
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Meg and I went to her friend's party, which happened to be in a big fucking house. The rich friend turned out to be a sweet girl named June, and she dated a guy whose name was Eric. It didn't down on me who he was until later. Meg did pretty much everything with me and whenever I went she had to take me. I managed to run away from her for a few minutes, and went directly to the drinks.
Eric was pouring two more cups. He saw me and shook his head in a rapid acknowledgement.
"Girlfriend wants more drink too?" he said.
"Girlfriend wants to drink my sanity."
"Drink this, then" he gave me the second cup he was pouring. I took it with a smile, and he smiled back, it was the first time I saw him smiling.
Honestly, I still thought he was too uptight, but I felt some partnership booming there.
"Dude, could we get some beer instead?" I said. "I'm sure your girlfriend has some in this big ass mansion."
"So. You wanna run from your girlfriend?"
"Just so I can breathe a little" I said. He laughed. "But seriously."
"Come on."
I followed him through a trail of halls and people on the floor, sitting, laying, almost getting laid.
Eric led me to the kitchen where he got a 6 pack, and then we left the house through the back door. There was no one there, apparently. Eric said it was because of the beautiful garden that June's mother liked to tend to. Eric pissed on some flowers, while I laughed. Then I pissed too. We laid down on the grass and talked and drank.
Then, somehow, for some reason, I remembered that I let my girlfriend finger my ass on that morning. While I stared at the blonde's face, I felt the annoying sensation of letting something slip that was very important to remember.
"Are you okay?" Eric said. His smile faltered.
"Oh, fuck, I remember now. You're the guy who likes to be fucked by your girlfriend!" I laughed, until I saw that Eric's face had gotten red and he avoided my eyes. His whole body language changed completely, it shrank.
"That fucking bitch," he said.
"Hey, it's okay."
