My Boyfriend's Boyfriends

by Primula Bond

  ‘You liked that, huh?’ Mira rubbed her clit so hard it burned, but she was so close she couldn’t stop now. ‘You liked watching that dude jerk off on his bed? You liked how it sounded, with his hand flying up and down his cock? You liked the way he throttled his shaft and just fucked that tight little fist until …?’

  ‘Fuck, yeah!’ Guiding her motion, Angus bucked his hips up and pulled her down hard, like he wanted to split her in half with his dick. ‘Jesus, fuck!’

  The pulpy, throbbing mash of Mira’s pussy clutched his length, convulsing around him while she gave her clit a final, forceful stroke. She screamed words that weren’t words, just sounds. Her brain was too fried for words. God, she couldn’t take any more. Her bud was too tender. She’d worked it too hard, too fast. It was blazing now, screaming, and she covered it with her hand on the off-chance that Angus might reach for it.

  Falling off on one side of him, she panted, breathless but eager for everything yet to come. When she managed to speak, it was to tell him she had this friend called Nathan …

  * * *

  ‘I always said I’d do anything for you.’

  Mira would have blushed if she were the type. ‘Nathan, honey, you are precious.’

  Angus sat like a boulder in Mira’s overstuffed chair, every so often leaning forwards to poke at the wax melting down the side of her candle. He hadn’t touched the cheeses, but he’d downed a hell of a lot of wine. She went to him, sat close by and tossed an arm around his shoulder.

  The mood in her living room was growing too dense. What could she do to lighten it? ‘So, Nathan, you just about ready to suck Angus’s cock?’

  Both men looked at her, stunned. They knew what was on the schedule for tonight, but hearing it like this, out in the open, seemed to shock them. Angus and Nathan certainly avoided looking at each other.

  ‘Whatever you want,’ Nathan murmured. ‘This is all for you, remember.’

  ‘All for you,’ Angus emphasised.

  At least they were agreed on something.

  ‘Oh, you boys,’ Mira clucked, downing a good glug of merlot. ‘Sex is supposed to be fun, remember? Don’t take it so seriously. I’m getting depressed over here.’

  Nathan perked up, probably because he truly would do anything she wanted. If she wanted him to look pleased, he’d look pleased. And, for Mira, that was good enough.

  ‘Angus,’ Mira went on. ‘Tell me what you like about Nathan.’

  Angus looked up at her, seeming either terrified or deeply amused. ‘I just met the guy. What do I know?’

  ‘You know what he looks like,’ Mira said. ‘What about his looks?’

  With a shrug, Angus gazed at his feet. ‘I guess his hair’s OK.’

  Nathan’s hair was shiny and black, styled like a slick ocean wave.

  ‘What about his body?’ Mira pressed.

  ‘I don’t know,’ Angus said directly. ‘He’s got clothes on.’

  Mira clapped her hands, forcing laughter. ‘Looks like Angus wants you to strip!’

  Why couldn’t this be easier? She felt like she was walking through quicksand, trying to orchestrate this threesome.

  ‘Well, if I have to strip, I’m gonna need some music,’ Nathan said.

  Mira jumped up from Angus’s side and found something with a steady beat, then turned up the bass until she could feel the music throbbing in her pelvis. When she looked at the men, she could tell they felt it too. On her way back across the room she dimmed the lights, setting a mood they could all presumably work with.

  ‘Get up,’ Mira said, pulling sluggish Angus from his chair. ‘Let’s dance.’

  Angus was not a dancing man, but Nathan was, and he led them both, jumping and gyrating as he tugged off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. All the while, Angus stuck by Mira, pressing his erection against her ass, hugging her hard around the waist. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was the music or Nathan’s exuberant strip show that was getting Angus’s cock so hard.

  Nathan’s body was lean but not scrawny. He had the muscles of a cyclist, one who worked consistently over time, not in short bursts, not like Angus. Angus was burly. Nathan was slim. And Mira was curvy. They were quite a threesome.

  When Nathan had stripped to his black jockey-boxers, Mira turned in Angus’s arms and started tearing off his clothes too. Before long, she was the only one still fully clad, though this flimsy little dress could fall off at a moment’s notice and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Only thigh-high stockings, but they hardly needed to be removed.

  Her naked men concentrated on her, dancing so close she was sandwiched between them. Now it was Nathan’s hard cock pressing against the crack of her ass as Angus’s erection whacked her thigh. She loved the way his dick moved of its own volition. It reminded her of a puppy dog’s tail.

  When Nathan kissed Mira’s shoulder, she felt Angus breathe in sharply and she knew he was jealous. They’d talked about all this, but talking wasn’t doing. And of course her current beau would be jealous of another guy touching her, even if that guy was just a doting friend.

  To assuage his anxieties, Mira turned her face up and met Angus’s lips with a torrid kiss. She consumed him, knowing if this kiss was hot enough it would sizzle his grey matter. He’d be left with nothing but desire, and they would share that desire three ways. This was going to work. She’d always wanted to be with two guys at once, and tonight was the night.

  As one big writhing mass, they moved around the room. When Angus fell into the centre of the couch, Mira extracted herself from between the men, feeling the sweat and density of the atmosphere on her skin. Clinging to her man, she watched Nathan sink between his open legs.

  Nathan didn’t look up into Angus’s eyes. He looked down at Angus’s cock. As he wrapped his long fingers around the shaft, Nathan leaned in and took the tip between his thick pink lips.

  Angus gasped, running his hand through Nathan’s ocean wave.

  Nathan squealed when Angus pulled his hair.

  Mira clung to Angus’s arm, watching her man guide Nathan’s head up and down, away and against. When he sputtered, she worried.

  ‘Nathan, are you OK?’ she asked.

  Nathan didn’t even come up for air to answer affirmatively, ‘Mmmm-hmmm!’ He did nod, however, and raise his free hand in the air to give a thumbs-up.

  Maybe Angus had been right on the money when he talked about gay porn being some kind of outlet for violence. Maybe gay sex was the same way, because Angus really seemed to be working the guy, and Nathan was eating it up, so to speak.

  ‘You like that?’ Angus taunted. ‘You like sucking my fat cock, you little shit?’

  Mira looked on in mortified amazement.

  ‘Mmm-hmmm!’ Nathan cried out around the erection filling his throat.

  ‘What?’ Angus asked again, pulling Nathan’s hair until his cock fell from between the poor guy’s lips. ‘Don’t mumble. Do you like my cock?’

  ‘Yes!’ Nathan replied without missing a beat. ‘I love sucking your huge fucking cock.’

  ‘You want to choke on it?’ Angus grunted, letting Nathan’s face fall back down on his dick.

  ‘Yes, please!’ Nathan cried before wrapping his lips around that thick shaft once again.

  Mira wouldn’t have said Angus was going easy on Nathan before, but then he took her poor friend’s head in both hands, clutching it hard. Her intestines tied in knots as she watched her man buck up while simultaneously pulling Nathan’s face down against his crotch. Nathan sputtered as Angus fucked his throat, and Mira clung to her man’s arm, feeling those big muscles writhe with each frenzied motion.

  ‘Are you sure you’re OK?’ she asked again.

  Two thumbs up this time. Nathan was gagging on Angus’s cock, but he seemed to love it.

  ‘Oh, I’m gonna fill your puny little head with jizz!’ Angus roared, pressing his hands against Nathan’s skull. His muscles were twitching now. He wasn’t joking.

  ‘No!’ Mira pleaded, pushing
Nathan away from Angus’s cock.

  Nathan looked up at her, his eyes buggy as he gasped for air. ‘What’s wrong?’

  That was a good question. Mira had a sinking feeling the answer was too complex to pinpoint right this second. Something about the men’s voracity, maybe? She felt left out, like she would never be a part of their action, or even fully understand it.

  ‘I want a turn,’ she said, which was also true. A simpler truth. ‘Fuck me, Angus. I want that big cock in my tight little cunt.’

  Mira could talk the talk, and Nathan skittered out of the way so Angus could walk the walk. She turned around on the couch, knelt against the cushions, stuck her ass in the air and flipped her short dress up over it. The moment Angus found his way behind her, he smacked her throbbing wet pussy lips, and she jumped at the hot sting.

  ‘Did that turn you on?’ Angus asked. ‘You like watching?’

  ‘I love watching,’ Mira said, though the imagined scenarios in her mind had been very different from this real one. Was she expecting more sentiment? Romance? Something?

  His cock pierced her like a fiery dagger, and she winced until she got used to the huge swell of it. She could actually feel it pulsing as he moved inside her pussy. Moaning, she pushed the straps of her dress down her shoulders. When her breasts were exposed, she leaned over the back of the couch and pinched her pebbled tits, sending streams of pleasure down to her clit.

  ‘I’ll do that,’ Nathan said, less a suggestion than a demand. He grabbed her nipples, hovering so close his hard dick bobbed against her chin.

  ‘Suck it,’ Angus commanded, and she did, without even thinking. She wrapped her fist around Nathan’s firm cock and took the tip between her lips.

  Nathan thrust in her throat, pulling on her nipples all the while, rocking in her mouth. Angus squeezed her ass so hard it hurt, as he rammed his hard cock to the farthest edge of her clutching cunt. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his length, hugging him hard, but she was too wet to hold on and he moved like a piston.

  Men everywhere. They were taunting her, teasing her, fucking her pussy and her mouth. Nathan pinched her tits hard, then rolled them between his fingers as he moved between her lips. She sucked him hard. She wanted him to come.

  Angus, too. She bucked back into the saddle of his hips, feeling the fullness of his cock spreading her wider than she’d ever been. Her breasts swayed beneath her, even as Nathan held them in his hands, and she sucked that boy so hard she felt a pulse throbbing on the underside of his dick.

  Fuck, he was coming. Fuck, so was she!

  Mira hugged Angus’s fat cock. Her pussy convulsed around it as Nathan blasted hot jizz across her tongue. She swallowed the series of streams that followed while Angus gripped her hips and groaned. If she didn’t know better, she’d have said she could feel the wet heat of his come filling her pussy. Creamed from both sides, and all she could do was take it!

  Angus pulled out of her sopping, throbbing pussy and they both groaned. Mira let Nathan’s cock slide from her lips and fell sidelong across the sofa, her dress bunched up on her belly. She watched them, their swaying bodies and glassy eyes, and she laughed. ‘That was incredible.’

  Nathan smiled too widely for Angus’s taste, and her man scowled and asked him, ‘Say for real now: why are you here?’

  ‘Because,’ Nathan answered, leaning against the back of the couch. ‘I would do anything for Mira.’

  Angus appeared satisfied with that response. He nodded, and then gazed down at Mira and smiled. ‘That makes two of us.’

  The Proposal

  Dominic Santi

  My wife and I consider my fraternity brothers to be family. If it weren’t for them, Jill and I probably wouldn’t even have met. We sure as hell wouldn’t have hooked up at my tenth college reunion.

  My brothers and I were, once again, celebrating with a drunken orgy, this time one that put our undergrad parties to shame. We’d rented out an entire floor of an extended-stay hotel a few blocks from campus, and we’d paid the manager one helluva fee to keep the floors directly above and below vacant and to ignore any potential noise until well after quiet hours would usually be enforced.

  Most of us had done reasonably well since graduation, and financial success had left us less inclined to pass out on a sticky linoleum floor like the one we’d had in the original frat house. So we distributed ourselves among a dozen individual hotel rooms with king-sized bed and a four-bedroom ‘family suite’, also with multiple king-sized beds as well as a huge shared living room and kitchen area. Given the plans we’d been making online, nobody had brought wives or girlfriends. But some of the married guys had wanted private escape hatches if things got totally out of hand – which we all fully expected to happen.

  Winning that afternoon’s game against a traditional rival had left us all pumped. We’d ordered pizza from our favourite haunt, which, thank God, was still in business, and we settled into the suite’s living room with three kegs of beer of a much better quality than we’d been able to afford back in the day. It was time to catch up on each other’s lives and watch porn and the kind of guy movies we rarely had time to indulge in any more. I leaned back in a recliner – back in the frat house, I’d always had a recliner – and let myself wallow in the smell of beer and sweat and the laughter of friends I’d sorely missed, as a trio of naked, silicone-enhanced women with vacuous smiles bumped and ground on the huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

  The party was in full swing when someone started pounding on the door. My buddy Mick, who’d just made detective for an upstate police department, got up to answer. His face was a picture of innocence as he opened the door to three of the hottest ‘police officers’ I’d ever seen.

  ‘I see my colleagues have arrived!’ he said, laughing and waving them in. The scantily dressed female ‘cops’ sauntered into the room, led by a tall, statuesque blonde with long, straight hair, who was tonguing the tip of a hot pink water pistol. Two of my other brothers hurried into the hall to drag in the props, and helpfully installed the shiny silver tension rod pole beneath the support beam between the kitchen and living rooms. I leaned back in my recliner and smiled. No matter where the action took place, I was in the perfect place to see – and take part.

  The red-haired ‘officer’ who appeared to be in charge marched over to the entertainment centre, grabbed a remote and shut off the porn vid.

  ‘I’m Chief Jill, your chief of police for tonight.’ She smiled, intelligence sparkling in her sky-blue eyes as she looked slowly around the room. ‘These are my colleagues, Officer Goldilocks –’ she pointed to the blonde ‘– and Detective Darcy.’ She pointed to the short, curvy brunette with the tightly coiled ringlets and a dildo-shaped ‘baton’. ‘We’ve heard complaints that there’s a drunken orgy going on in here. I’m afraid we’re going to need to do some very personal investigating to get to the bottom of this.’

  Detective Darcy wriggled her hips and twirled her baton. My brothers and I erupted in hoots and whoops of encouragement. Jill laughed and waggled her finger at us.

  ‘Before we start, we all need to be on the same page, so these are the ground rules.’ She waited until we’d quieted down before she spoke again. ‘You can touch yourselves – or each other – however you want.’ Again, the room erupted in creative suggestions, some of them so obscene even I felt my face getting hot. Jill grinned and calmly waited us out. When the room was once again quiet, she continued.

  ‘We girls only touch ourselves. That’s non-negotiable, understood?’

  My frat brothers and I could all be drunken assholes, but we all loved women. At our immediate nods, she grinned and snapped out, ‘The correct answer is “yes, ma’am!”’

  As one, we chorused, ‘Yes, MA’AM!’ and raised our glasses to her. Chief Jill laughed and motioned to the blonde, who’d been loading music into the room’s main system.

  Start it low and slow, so they don’t get too carried away. Sign language? One of my sister’s best frien
ds was deaf. I smiled into my beer as Officer Goldilocks nodded and pointed her remote. A slow, pulsing beat started, low in the background.

  ‘Per our escort service’s arrangements with you,’ Chief Jill continued, ‘we’ll be entertaining you for the next three hours, with a ten-minute break every half-hour. We’ll be serving you drinks between dances. Tips are much appreciated and can be tucked – carefully! – into G-strings and tops.’ She eyed us sternly as her hands emphasised the carefully. ‘Lap dances are extra and are negotiated independently. And for heaven’s sake, you all have jobs and families – no photos!’ She laughed.

  Somebody yelled, ‘Thank God!’ We hooted our approval and tossed our cellphones into the basket the only real cop among us was carrying around the room. And when Jill signed Let’s do it! the show was on.

  Goldilocks and Darcy were pretty, and their routines were damn good, at least what I remember of them. They took a long time stripping, writhing and sliding along the pole and shimmying around the room collecting tips. Not only were they excellent dancers, they were smart and sassy and they knew how to put on a totally hot show. They also didn’t seem to mind in the least when a couple of the guys whipped out their dicks and started jerking off. The officers watched them closely for a while, still dancing in ways guaranteed to make any straight man’s dick weep. When they realised everybody really was going to keep their mitts under control, Goldilocks and Darcy looked at Jill and simultaneously signed in motions that flowed flawlessly into their routines.

  The tips are awesome! OK to go for extras?

  They looked at each other and laughed. Then, at Jill’s Up to you, Goldilocks and Darcy peeled off their pasties and treated us all to a gyrating dance that outdid any striptease I’d ever seen.

  As good as they were, though, my attention was riveted on my now favourite chief of police. Jill’s shoulder-length, wavy red hair gleamed like fire against the dark blue of her sharply pressed uniform. She pivoted on spiked stilettos no cop but someone doing undercover vice would ever wear, her long, long legs rising to a skin-tight skirt so short it barely covered her pussy.