He arrived just before ten, pungent with cigarette smoke and the stale odor of sweat.
"Oh no. This isn't going to work." I said, and promptly bundled him off to the bathroom. Once there, I ran the shower and began to unceremoniously strip him naked. He seemed shy and a bit awkward at having a man do this to him, but endured well enough. He knew what was expected of him and what was involved tonight, and was just as willing of a participant as we.
They were always willing.
I sank to my knees in front of him as I dropped his chinos (never any underpants on the participants) and marveled at the cock hanging before me. My God this kid was huge. It sounds cliché to say it, but... well there it was, a monstrous thing dangling from a tuft of soft brown pubic hair. Even un-aroused he was easily six inches long and even wider around than me, and I'm no slouch in the gifted department. I marveled at it for a minute and without intending to, reached out to handle it. He felt heavy in my hands. I felt his body tense up a bit at this, and despite his posting on-line, I knew that this was not quite what he was expecting. The bi-curious ones were very rarely bi-curious. They simply wanted to get into your woman's pants and once they had blown their load in her figured their evening was done and were gone without so much a backward glance. We learned that the hard way after several disappointing encounters, and were determined to take matters into our own hands going forward.
Just as I was taking him into my hands now.
"You're not nervous, about being with a guy, are you?" I asked, stroking his member.
"Nah. Well, maybe a little." He admitted.
"Nothing to be nervous about, Justin, I promise we'll take good care of you." I slowly took his cock into my mouth and sucked and stroked for a few minutes, letting him adapt to the feel of having a man on the end of his manhood. I've been told I'm no slouch on in the cock sucking department, (and based on the number of "surprise" loads I've had shot in my mouth,) I must be pretty darn good at it. Just when he began to really harden in response, I stopped and ushered him into the shower. I knew it was cruel of me to tease him like that, but his cum was reserved.
I could see him in my mind's eye as he stood there under the cascading water which beaded up and ran in rivers down his nineteen year old hard body to his semi hard cock and I thought very seriously about joining him. I pictured myself standing behind him, running a soapy scrub puff over his body, his pecks, his too-thin torso with ribs protruding slightly, then rubbing my fully hard cock against the cleft of his buttocks...
I shook myself out of it. That was not part of the plan, as much fun as it might seem. We were needed in the other room, and had tarried too long as it was. The water stopped, the curtain pulled aside, and there he was, standing just as I had pictured him. And either the steam in the shower or the excitement of what was to come was getting to him, because I swear his cock had grown three more inches and still wasn't erect! I handed Justin a towel which he wrapped around his waist and we padded through the house to the back master bedroom where she was waiting.
Lit candles flickered demonic shadows on the walls while the sweet smell of lotion and soft instrumental music greeted us inside the room, but what stopped us both in our tracks was the prone figure on the bed. Melanie lie naked on her stomach, her feet crossed in the air. She was raised up on her elbows so that her breasts hung below her, the tips of her nipples just grazing the silk sheets we had put on the bed for tonight. The candles cast erotic shapes across her flesh and I knew he and I were both getting hard at the sight of her.
