A Jade Tale -- Beach Boy For Two
A few weeks ago, on a hot, sunny Saturday, Steve and I go to the beach. A little while after we get there and stretch out on our blanket to catch some rays, this young guy lays his towel down near us. He's real cute, still in his teens I was guessing. Gorgeous face, with a nice, trim, smooth, hard body. I like to jabber, so I offer him a cold drink and start talking. Meanwhile Steve's off taking a swim. Seems the guy just turned eighteen and as a high school graduation gift his parents bought him this expensive Italian touring bike. So he's been biking around all summer, touring the coast.
Steve comes back and the two guys say hello, then the kid -- Drew's his name -- he says goodbye, telling us he still has a lot of miles to cover that day. But a few minutes later he comes back looking distressed. Seems somebody stole his bike. We tell him we'll give him a lift wherever he needs as soon as he reports the theft at the lifeguard station. Then we decide to drive back to my place so he can make some phone calls and figure out what he's going to do next.
When we get back there's a message for him on the answering machine. It turns out they've recovered Drew's bike. Some idiot took it for a little joy ride. Drew's relieved. But now it's getting dark and it's too late for him to go all the way back to the beach to get the bike. He'll have to get it the next morning. So we tell him he can spend the night and tomorrow we'll drive him back to get his bike. He likes that idea a whole lot and asks us if we'd mind if he took a shower. He's all sandy and salty from the beach he says. I tell him to go ahead, and once he's in the shower I turn to Steve, a sexy smile on my face. I remind Steve that we've made it in front of women and other couples, but never in front of just a single guy. So I ask Steve what he'd think of making it in front of this cute eighteen year old. You know, two hot and very experienced fuck freaks showing a teenager what nasty sex is all about, Jade-and-Steve style. But Steve isn't quite sure what he thinks about that. It's not the same as making it in front of a chick or another couple, he tells me. So now I know that I'll need to be the one to initiate it and help Steve get over his ambivalence.
Drew's taking his shower in the bathroom right off my bedroom and so now I drag Steve into the bedroom and start taking off his clothes, then mine. Drew's clothes are on a chair so I know he's going to have to come into the bedroom to get dressed. And that's exactly what I want to see happen, for him to be surprised when he walks in naked and sees me and Steve on our bed as naked as he is. And not just naked, but intimate. Steve isn't saying yes but he isn't saying no either, and I see his dick is starting to swell So now I slide my head down and start giving that big dick of his some of my patented oral loving when I hear Drew turning off the shower. He's in the bathroom drying himself off and on the other side of the door while I'm laying there with Steve, sucking his cock. A few seconds later he walks into the bedroom and sees us, me with my lips wrapped around Steve's meaty dick, really gulping it down. I know I'm such a slut, but, what the hell, I just can't help it!
Now I look up at Drew, my mouth stuffed with a big serving of thick, hard cock. There he is, lean and young and naked, his long straight hair still a little wet. He's standing there still as a statue, staring down at us, his eyes zeroing in on my mouth saying a big, sloppy hello to Steve's cock. I'm guessing he'd like to say a big hello like that himself. Because from the moment I laid my eyes on him I figured him for a queer. There was just something about the way he eyeballed Steve when Steve ran off into the surf, the way he stared at the bulge in Steve's swim trunks. I didn't miss that look. That look said a lot. It was a look of pure lust, lust he tried, but was unable to conceal.
I pull my lips from Steve's cock and cuddle up against him, spreading my legs, looking over at young Drew, teasing him, asking him how he enjoyed his shower while I flash it for him and sensually fist Steve's stiff dick. Now the kid's dick is starting to swell up. Steve's cock is at full mast and my wet pussy is exposed to Drew's view. He checks me out but what's really grabbing his attention is Steve's thick, nine inches, no doubt about it.
Before I had guessed that cock was this kid's thing, not pussy. Now I'm sure of it. At the beach I'd told Steve I had a feeling he was queer but Steve thought I was just making it up. Straight men like Steve can be pretty thick about things like that. We women are often better at judging when a guy is queer than most guys are, unless they're queer themselves. So I take hold of Steve's rigid shaft and fist it slowly, pressing my lips to his ear, whispering that It would really excite me if I could watch the kid suck his cock, I just know Drew wants to. By now Steve is getting the picture. He can see the way Drew is staring at his tool, drooling over it. But he still looks unsure. I mean I've shared my fantasy with him about how sometimes I think it would be so cool to watch two guys having sex, a prospect that's always turned me on. It turns on a lot of women, two men having hot sex with each other, the very idea of it has made countless pussies drip with lust and longing. Nothing strange or puzzling about that. After all, most men fantasize about two women getting it on. So why shouldn't we get off on the two hot studs mixing it up, right? Especially when they're two good-looking masculine fellows like these two were. I mean guys don't fantasize about ugly bull dykes making it, but foxy sluts like myself. It's the same thing with us bitches, our fantasies are often the mirror image of a man's. I know I was ready for the sight. One time I rented this gay porno flick. Man, I really rubbed my pussy raw watching that hot boy-boy action. All these good lookin' studs swallowing it, taking it up the ass like you wouldn't believe. Even freakier shit than that.
So Steve knows full well how that kind of scene turns me on. But he never figured it would ever have anything to do with him, since he's, like, straight all the way. But now I keep whispering in his ear how much I'd love to see Drew go down on him. I can see just how badly the horny young teen wants to suck Steve's big dick and figure he probably knows how to wolf down a big one. I mean, your average sexually active queer knows a thing or two about sucking a dick.
Steve gives me this look, like why am I even bringing this up when I know that he's straight? But I whisper that he won't stop being straight just because he lets some cute young queer suck his dick. And I tell him how it would really excite the shit out of me to see the kid do that to him, how it would make my pussy tingle and drip. He's still not saying yes and he isn't saying no, but his dick is as hard as ever so I keep pleading and begging, laying on the charm, until finally he gives me a nod.
Thrilled, I look straight at Drew.
"Feel like having a taste of my lover's cock, stud?" I ask him flat out. He blushes, but then he nods, so I wag a finger at him, telling him to come join us. Now he's at the foot of the bed, staring down at Steve's dick. He's looking real hungry, believe me. The kid hesitates a moment, then takes Steve's shaft in his hand. I think my heart skips a beat when I see him do that, I am so insanely excited that this is really happening, that this fantasy of mine might now finally be coming true. Steve looks a little unsure but his cock sure isn't losing any of its stiffness as Drew begins to massage the shaft.
I snuggle up close to Steve, kissing him, licking his ear, running my hands over his body, wanting to make sure he sees this as a thing where our young guest is joining me and him in adding a new hot kink for Steve to enjoy.
"Yeah, baby," I purr at Steve, "Drew's a lucky boy, about to get a nice tasty of that beautiful stiff cock of yours."
